#obviously though i couldn't saying anything. good for them everyone should get out of here yknow

[inrainbowscd]

haven't stopped crying since i woke up 🧍‍♂️ one of the 5 ppl i care abt is gonna move to another city at the end of the year and it feels like i just got hit by a bus. why is everything so hard

[bucktommyscones]

Plausible Deniability

Ficlet of how I imagine it could go if Tommy is involved in ground ops for the plane landing because I couldn't resist. From Eddie's pov. I don't know why. lol.

Eddie really feels like they should have seen this coming. He can tell he and Chimney clock Tommy's presence by the 217 engine at the same time, chatting with one of his guys, and Eddie realizes that he may not know Buck isn't with them.

That is confirmed almost immediately when Tommy rushes up, looks around, and says, "Where's Evan?"

Eddie grimaces as Chimney looks toward him. "Uh," Chim says. "Eddie'll tell you."

"Traitor," Eddie hisses and Chimney just shrugs.

Tommy is eyeing them. "You guys? Why isn't he here?"

Eddie looks at his phone and the obviously hastily typed out text that reads 'on 110, clearing traffic for landing', and winces.

"I can tell you what he's not not doing," Eddie hedges and he hears Chimney snort beside him. "He's not not on the 110, helping Bobby clear traffic with a fake fire engine from the show he's working on."

Although, now that he thinks about it, he's kind of surprised Tommy doesn't know that. He knows he and Buck are practically joined at the hip and he knows this because he's often the third wheel, even though they really do try their best. "He didn't text you?"

Tommy exhales in frustration. "I left my phone in my locker. I was on a call right before they mobilized everyone."

"There you go," Eddie encourages. "You're probably going to find a whole string of texts from him when you get your phone back."

Unfortunately, this does not seem to make Tommy feel better. "So, you're saying he's in the path of a damaged plane being flown by someone not actually trained to fly one with only Bobby and an actor to back him up?"

And okay, when he says it like that...

"Not not," Chimney supplies and Eddie elbows him sharply, starting a brief but intense elbowing back and forth.

Tommy is rubbing the bridge of his nose like he's got a migraine coming on and Eddie thinks that's probably fair.

He hands his phone over. "Here, check in on him. You know the drill, he'll answer if he can. No sexting!"

"No promises," Tommy mutters but takes the phone gratefully and Eddie thinks there is probably going to be more scolding than sexting, but honestly, he doesn't put anything past them. He vows to delete the whole thread when this is all over.

Tommy's just finishing off a text, looking marginally less worried, so Eddie knows he must have gotten ahold of him when they get word they're heading to the 110 to meet them and they all scramble to get on the way, Tommy handing his phone off with a hurried 'thank you.'

Eddie knows that Buck is good at his job and he knows that Tommy knows that too. It's still hard, though, not to be worried anyway.

If, when the plane is down, people are safe, Athena is being hugged within an inch of her life by Bobby, and they're helping the injured passengers onto land, and he sees Tommy and Buck share a brief but heartfelt kiss in the midst of the crowd of people not likely to notice in the chaos?

Well, he'll make fun of them for it later.

[reidsaurora]

hil! so im a little nervous to send this in and confused how exactly to request but im gonna try anyway

the summer celebration and the banner is so cute! could i please request for you to write a "Malibu Dream House - domestic!au" with Reid and fem!reader? Spencer and reader are expecting (unless you're uncomfy with pregnancy, then they can just be a couple that's moving) and relocating, buying a home together. and the team comes over for a house warming party during well obviously the summer! just like cute fluffy dynamics between everyone. Rossi is protecting the bbq like it’s his baby and ofc Ms. Penelope Garcia is excited at the possibilities of the couple’s future

i hope this isn’t too boring a request, and of course no pressure to write this, i just hope you’re having a good day and hope summer treats you well 🩵

hi, lovey! sorry this took so long! as usual, i don't have an excuse alshalsjsksh 💀 hope u enjoy though!

"With A Little Help From Our Friends" ~ S. Reid

Summary: When Reader is feeling apprehensive about the end of her pregnancy, Spencer reminds her that really all you need is a little help from your friends.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 1,846

Content Warning: pregnancy stuff, a little sexual humor at the end, food talk, small mention of a gun (this is CM after all), lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: it definitely didn't take me three different attempts to write something without scrapping it...

Originally Written: 07/23/2024 through 07/27/2024

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold (love u my editor 4 life)

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Malibu Dream House - domestic!au

Crashing Waves - angst requests -> Sun Kissed - fluff requests

To say the last couple months had been busy would've been an understatement.

Sure, when you and Spencer first saw that little blue plus sign, you went into full-blown parent mode. It started with some baby clothes, then some bottles, then the crib… But, entering the last trimester of your pregnancy, that's when things started to get real.

In the process of getting ready, you'd acquired enough things for a potential army of babies, making Spencer's apartment—originally intended for one resident—feel even tinier than the baby you were soon to birth. So what was Spencer's genius solution? Move into a new house, because he simply couldn't get rid of his baby's things before she'd even arrived.

And that was how you found yourselves heavily pregnant and moving into your new three-bedroom Cape Cod in the quiet town of Cabin John, Maryland. Perhaps you should've found somewhere that wouldn't require waiting until your eighth month of pregnancy to move in, but with its charming blue-and-white exterior and flower boxes on nearly every window, it was hard to say no to the place.

The last week had been spent moving everything in, not much thanks to you but thanks to your friends/colleagues of the BAU. Pretty much everyone had been in and out of your home over the week, but Spencer still insisted that the two of you should throw a housewarming party, and who were you to say no to that cute smile and big brown eyes? You only hoped your daughter wouldn't inherit them, or else you might just take that two letter word out of your vocabulary altogether.

Now you were here, in the kitchen supply aisle of the grocery store, contemplating what paper plates to use for the party.

“I really don't think anyone's going to care about the design, love,” Spencer attempted to reassure you. “Just so long as they aren't flimsy.”

Your pregnancy brain was basically ignoring him at this point though. “What if I buy the wrong ones and they think they're ugly?”

Spencer pouted, though he placed a supportive hand on your back. “How long have you known my colleagues? And how many times has someone said something mean about something so miniscule?”

“There was that one time Rossi said he didn't like that flower arrangement I put on the coffee table.”

“In his defense, he said they were the same colors that his second wife had at their wedding,” he explained, then chuckled. “He was probably just having some PTSD.”

Eventually, after a few more minutes of contemplation, you decided on the basic white ones, Spencer reassuring you all the while that they were perfect. Then, it was onto cutlery, which was just another thing for your brain to pick apart. You knew it was silly, truly, but you just couldn't get yourself out of your own head about even the most miniscule things.

On top of that, it seemed as though your husband hadn't missed your shift in behavior. Sometimes it sucked that he read people for a living.

“Honey,” he started, his tone sounding oddly like the word he'd just said, “are you sure this is about paper plates and plastic forks?”

Normally, you'd be able to put up a fight with your brain, push down the thoughts and explain later in the comfort of your home. But pregnant you was much different than regular you, and it only took that one question to have you tearing up.

You leaned into his shoulder, hoping to suppress the sounds of your cries. “What if I make all the wrong choices and the baby hates me?”

His lips met the crown of your head for a gentle kiss, followed by a soft sigh. “I promise she'll love you. You're going to be the most wonderful mother any little girl could ask for.”

“But what if I buy her the wrong diapers and she yells at me?”

Spencer gave you that signature pout, and a small swarm of butterflies set off in your belly. “I doubt she'll be that picky over them, but if she is, we just buy her new ones and make it better.”

You couldn't help but snicker through your tears. “I feel like that's awful advice, but I think I get what you mean.”

“C'mere,” he mumbled, pulling you in as closely as possible. Your bump had made it hard for hugs to happen, but that definitely didn't stop your husband from trying. “You're going to make a mistake or two. It's in our nature. I will most likely make a lot more than one or two mistakes-”

“Not true. You're gonna be the best dad in history.”

“And you will be the best mom in history. It's going to be a learning curve for all three of us. But, when they say ‘it takes a village,’ at least we know we have our village. JJ will be there to help with all your new mom questions and Hotch will be there to help me build her first treehouse. Kate will be there when she starts playing with makeup and we start to feel old.”

You giggled into his shoulder, earning you a small smile. “Penny will be there just to spoil her.”

“Emily will be there just to teach her how to flip someone off,” he snickered, the sound vibrating against your skin. Then, he was pulling you up for a long but sweet kiss, the taste of his morning coffee taking over your senses. “We've got this. You've got this.”

And instantly, you were feeling better. You knew Spencer knew magic, but sometimes you swore he was a wizard with the way he could change things just by saying one thing.

—

The second you pulled into the driveway, your heart sank to your stomach.

“Spence, why is the gate open?” You only hoped he had a reasonable explanation.

Unfortunately, his answer was not at all what you were hoping to hear. “I'm not sure. I don't think I left it open.”

Abandoning your party supplies in the car, the two of you headed toward the gate, Spencer insisting you and the baby stay behind him. As an FBI agent, he knew never to go anywhere without a gun, so luckily he at least had some way to protect you and himself if it came to that.

With one hand, he pushed open the cracked gate, the other lingering near his firearm just in case. The two of you quietly and slowly made your way into the backyard. Your heart was beating so hard against your chest, it felt like it would jump right out of your ribcage. Spencer managed to remain his normal, calm self, but you couldn't say the same.

And then, just as you rounded the corner: “SURPRISE!”

Both you and Spencer nearly jumped out of your skin at the screams, though you both quickly realized what was going on.

Pink and white balloon arrangements, one table filled to the brim with gifts and another covered with various snack trays and drinks. If it wasn't clear this was a baby shower, the sea of people in pink outfits would've been the giveaway.

Penelope was first to greet you, her pink sundress bouncing as she practically ran to meet you. “You don't understand how hard it was to keep this from you,” she said, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

Your arms flew around her neck, and hers wrapped around what they could of your stomach. “What is all this?” Now you were on the verge of tears with her.

“Papa Rossi wanted to throw you guys a shower and of course we had to surprise you.”

You let go of Penelope and turned to Rossi, wearing his normal attire, except for his normal white button-down had been replaced with a pink one. “Dave, you old softie!”

His arms wrapped around your neck for a small hug, and he left a peck to each of your cheeks. “I love you, kid, but don't call me old.”

You laughed as he let go, and immediately he walked over to the grill, like that was where he belonged. Then, you and Spencer were off to make the rounds.

Spencer wore the biggest smile you'd ever seen, aside from the one he had when you'd first shown him the pregnancy test. Even though you'd been with Spencer for nearly a decade, you still felt butterflies and goosebumps when he smiled, when he laughed, when he called you ‘love’.

“He's gonna be the best,” Penelope said, her eyes following yours.

You smiled before turning back to her. “Yeah, he really will.”

Just then, Luke and Spencer headed your way, Spencer moving to stand behind you. Immediately, you leaned into him, and he took your belly in his hands, relieving some of the pressure there. “Why were you staring?” he teased in your ear.

“I just think you're pretty,” you giggled, the sound like music to your husband's ears.

Luke snickered at the interaction, though he tossed an arm around his girl, giving Penny a quick kiss on the head. “By the way, you guys should have babies more often. This woman has been cooking enough to feed an army. She left like ten casseroles in the fridge for you guys.”

“Penelope,” Spencer gave her a soft look of something close to disapproval, though you knew he didn't mean it. “You didn't have to do that.”

“You and Mama are gonna need something to eat, and I know you guys are not going to feel like cooking after being up with a newborn all night.”

And it was time for another hug, the tears from earlier actually falling this time. You weren't sure what it was about pregnancy, but you'd realized it had made you awfully touchy. But you didn't care, especially today, when you were in the arms of some of your best friends.

“Hey, Penny,” Luke said as he watched the encounter, a tone of slyness to his words. “Maybe we should hop on the train next. Then you'll have a reason to make that breakfast casserole more often.”

She pulled away from the hug before turning to her boyfriend with probably the most serious look you'd ever seen her wear. “Luke Santiago Alvez, if you bring your man-juices anywhere near me, I will rip off your thingy and then feed it to you.”

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips. Then, you turned to Spencer, who was just confused. “Did she just call it a thingy?”

“Did she just say man-juices?” His sentence elicited giggles from all four of you.

It was then that “With A Little Help From My Friends” by The Beatles started to play on the speaker, no doubt having been taken over by Hotch. But as the song played, you couldn't help but notice the sea of people all here for your baby. Sure, you were terrified. But you knew you'd get through it: with just a bit of help from your friends.

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[figgrrr0]

Hii im new here! Found your blog by chance and I love how you write! Would you be able to write wanderer x jealous!reader on valentines day? Lets say Wanderer has got a lot of admirers from the akademiya and reader is just silently furious abt it but doesnt say anything. When Wanderer finds out he fucks them nicely and praise them/ reassures them <333

Apparently I struggle to do angry jealousy, I just make it sad... but it's light this time! And soft.

Also it feels so weird writing Wanderer as a name??

Want to skip the lead up? Look for the NSFW sign that marks the smut!

Valentine's with Wanderer

Character: Top!Wanderer/Scaramouche

Reader: Bottom!Gn // Genre: Smut, angst

Cw: Classic Scara misunderstandings, praise/reassurance, fingering, soft sex, slight angst(?) it's more hinted I guess

Plot: A little // Word count: 1.9k

Valentine's Day: a day of love, gifts, and showing appreciation for your partner.

Usually, everyone tries to take the day off, freeing up their schedule so that they can focus entirely on the occasion, however it may be that they want to spend it. Which is why you were quite surprised to find yourself alone in bed when you woke up in the morning.

Now, that's not when you started feeling doubt. After all, maybe Wanderer, your boyfriend of the past few months, was in the kitchen. Breakfast in bed is a traditional start to Valentine's Day, and an easy way to get in anyone's good books. But, when you heard nothing after a few minutes of waiting, – no clanking of cutlery or slamming of cabinets – you just had to go see where he was.

Unluckily for you, all you could find was a little note, hastily sprawled and left waiting on the counter:

"I'll be gone for a while, don't wait up for me. I left you some breakfast in the cupboard, it might need heating up if you stay in bed too long, but that's not my fault...

–Happy Valentine's Day."

As usual, his handwriting is kind of hard to read; quick and messy. But, at least he did technically make you breakfast, even if he also alluded to you being lazy.

However, what most takes your attention, is the blotch of ink that splattered right at the end of "fault". It was as if he were hesitating to let go, to pick up the pen and leave it at that.

Which is why you felt oddly warm at the fact that the last part was perfectly legible and obviously had been written slower than the rest.

Even though you know Wanderer isn't particularly fond of outright expressing his feelings, you thought that surely, today of all days, he could push aside his own pride for you. Even just a little. Maybe that was too high of an expectation. His ambitions never let him take a break, so why would he take one for a made-up holiday?

Well... at least he's aware enough of your excitement for the day to acknowledge it first thing in the morning, even if he wasn't there to actually say it.

But, you knew that with Wanderer, everything would be awkward and touchy the first time around. You had to move slowly. Baby steps, you remind yourself, as you head back to your shared room to start getting ready.

It's only the start of the day.

...

You wish it weren't Valentine's Day.

Every street was lined with couples, each and every one of them holding hands, carrying flowers... things that you should be doing with your boyfriend right now.

And it didn't help that you felt like everyone was judging you for being alone, especially when most of them likely knew who you were dating. It's not like you hadn't seen them staring before now.

You couldn't blame them, really. Wanderer had shown up in Sumeru suddenly and didn't feel especially inclined to explain himself, so of course people would be curious. You just didn't like the way that their eyes would... linger after him. Even when you were there! And on the rare day that Wanderer was comfortable enough to let you hold onto him in public, the admiring stares turned to full-blown jealousy.

Now, what was wrong with that? Shouldn't that be an ego boost for you? You'd thought so too, at first. But then you realised that just meant they'd want to try and steal him from you.

You thought you could put up with it at first. After all, you knew that Wanderer wouldn't stand for anyone else touching him or getting in his way other than you. You trusted him just fine. You didn't trust the average Akademiya goer, though. They all seemed to think they were entitled to have whatever – or whoever – they wanted, just because they'd gotten into the prestigious school at all.

You'd tried to bring up your concerns to Wanderer about the whispers going around and the jealous looks you'd get when walking through the streets or halls of the Akademiya. Almost instantaneously, he shut down your complaints, finding the words so easily that it almost felt as though he hadn't even tried.

"Tch... they're annoying and only want to waste our time. Just ignore them like I do."

That response was actually exactly what you'd expected to hear, and while you were grateful for his straightforward answer, you'd wanted a more... passionate outcome. Something to show he cared.

That definitely isn't what you got, considering he didn't even look at you when he said it.

After that, you didn't want to bring up the same problem again. Especially not on Valentines Day, even though he'll probably come home having been confessed to over twenty times in the past hour alone. Okay, maybe you were over-exaggerating a little, but it really didn't feel like it to you. Plus, it's the day of love! You're allowed a little leeway for feeling paranoid, right?

Maybe this evening will be better, when Wanderer finally comes come.

...

As you walk through the door, you're instantly met with a faint smell that you recognised to be the lavender lemongrass scented candles that you kept around the house. Of course, this clued you in to the fact that Wanderer must already be home. But what solidified this, was that when you walked through the doorway, there he was, waiting for you standing next to a vase of beautifully arranged flowers. It was mainly made up of your favourite flower, along with some of the famous Valentine's flowers as well, such as roses, carnations, and even some daisies.

Most likely, it was thought up by the florist that he went to. But at least he knew your favourite flower, as well as followed the tradition of buying them for you at all.

Often times, it was unusual for him to initiate physical touch with you; even though he was comfortable with you, he still just wasn't used to it yet. Tonight, however, he seemed to have no trouble in walking right up to you, taking your hand to guide you into the living room, where you could both just relax in each other's company. The calming lavender lemongrass candles eased your mood quite well, and you were happy that your Wanderer had really tried for Valentine's day.

...

You had a lovely evening with your boyfriend, cuddling on the couch as you spoke in hushed voices about anything and everything (even if he was slightly apprehensive to start), the lovely atmosphere of romantic music quietly flooding through from the street.

And even though it had felt perfect, as you get ready to retire for the night, the candles having gone out a while ago, you can't help but feel the uncertainty from before start to overtake your thoughts again.

Resigning yourself to forget about it, you get into your side of the bed, your Wanderer already having been waiting for you to return. But he can tell that something in your mood has changed almost as soon as he lays his eyes on you again.

"What's wrong?"

"... Nothing."

He leans forward, showing his engagement. "Bullshit. If you don't tell me, there's nothing I can do to help you get over it."

"I just... those people from the Akademiya... they're still bothering me." You look down at your hands.

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second, "I've told you to just ignore them. There's nothing I can do to control how people think of you, or me, or us."

"I can't just ignore them!" You whine, "They're always looking at us when we're together... it's making me worried..."

At that, he looks over at you, his eyes scrunching as he thinks your words over. "Worried about what?"

Not sure how to say it, you move yourself to lay against him. Your back is pressed to his chest now, and the feeling of his warm breath on your neck helps to soothe your thoughts just enough for you to find the words:

"...I don't want them to take you from me..."

Now, it's Wanderer's turn to be silent. Now, he realises the mistake he'd made in telling you to just ignore those insignificant people; by ignoring the problem himself, he'd made you focus on it more. Of course you'd be feeling worried about this, he'd shut it down the first time you'd tried bringing it up.

You didn't need to just forget about it. You needed to work through it so that you could forget about it.

After almost a minute of tense silence, you're surprised when you feel his lips press gently to the back of your neck, accompanied moments later by his arm curling around you, pulling you ever closer against him. His hand rests over the place where your heart rests, while the other intertwines your fingers with his against your stomach, as if caging in the butterflies that start to flutter.

"Allow me to try again..." He presses a kiss to your ear before speaking again, "you don't need to think about them, or what I think about them." The hand on your heart shifts to cup your chest, your breath wavering when his hand brushes over your hardening nipples. "Because I'll never want anyone but you."

Then, the night is almost a blur.

Wanderer sneakily pulls a bottle of rose scented lube from under the pillow, liberally gathering some as he starts to stretch you out on his fingers. The scent slowly fills the room, intoxicating you on the heady fragrance, allowing it to pull you deeper into the moment.

He steadily pushes his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you, never slowing until after you've cum around his lubed up digits. Your hand finds purchase with the one on your chest, tightening your grip around him as you come down from the residual high.

He's whispering short encouragements to you while you collect your breath, the moans you'd been letting out dying on your tongue. Wanderer slowly lifts your leg, allowing him to guide his hard cock to finally, finally press against your hole, not making you wait to feel him as the slowly pushes in.

You don't need to adjust much, the lube and his attentive fingers having done the work well enough that only the comforting sensation of being full registers in your core. He starts thrusting when you signal that you're ready, his pace is easy and the power behind his hips is controlled enough to pull a soft moan from you with each stroke. It's different from what you're used to, but it's good. So good. And what makes it better is the hushed and stuttered, "I love you," and, "You're the only one that matters," that gets breathed into your shoulder as you both approach your shared climax.

The next morning, you wake up to find your Wanderer exactly where he ended last night; right next to you in your bed. You close your eyes contentedly, knowing you'll never have to worry about him being taken from you.

He's your Wanderer.

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[headkiss]

could I request joel and shy!reader, the first time that they share a bed/spend the night together? she learns that even though he is a grumpy old fart he is also a huge cuddler? I love your writing for joel!!

grumpy old fart made me giggle! here u go lovely!!! | 0.8k fluff

It feels like you’ve been walking for days, the heel of your beat-up shoes rubbing uncomfortably against your skin, your backpack feeling heavier and heavier on your shoulders.

Somehow, Joel looks unfazed. Of course, he’s got dirt all over and you’re sure he is tired, but he doesn’t look it. He’d probably keep walking until he physically couldn't anymore.

You don’t complain, because everyone’s tired and sore, and the last thing you’d want to do is cause trouble or annoyance.

Still, when you spot a motel in the distance, the relief washes over you.

There’s only one room left in the place that’s sleepable now, the rest of them blocked off or broken down from debris and years of being empty. Well, it’s technically two rooms; a door in between to conjoin them, and Ellie quickly claims one of them as her own for the night.

She shuts the conjoining door behind her, probably to have the privacy to clean up as much as possible with whatever’s in her bag.

You and Joel stand in silence for a bit, the one bed in the room sticking out a little too obviously.

“I can take the floor,” you offer.

“No, you take the bed.”

Joel’s stubborn, and cold, and often grumpy, but it doesn’t stop you from liking him. He’s risking his life to save the girl in the next room, and no matter how aloof he acts, the way he looks out for you says enough.

He’s a good man, even if he doesn’t believe it himself.

“What about your back?” You know it’s been bothering him, “you need it more than I do.”

“We’ll just share, alright?”

Joel suggests it before he really thinks it through, because he might have a hard time sleeping next to you. It’s to no fault of your own, really, he just doesn’t know how much longer he can keep you at arm’s length when he has this stupid fucking urge to hold you and protect you with all he has.

He’s not sure how someone like you wound up with someone like him, but he wouldn’t dream of complaining.

“Oh, yeah. Sure,” you say.

You like Joel more than you should and the thought of sleeping next to him has your nerves flaring. You’ve never slept next to him before, even when the body heat would’ve been helpful.

You’re quiet throughout dinner (a can of long expired Chef Boyardee split between three), busy thinking, trying to get your shit together because you shouldn’t be nervous. It’s just a bed. It’s Joel.

Happy with her meal, Ellie goes back to her room to read one of the new comic books you’d found a bit ago, leaving with a, “goodnight, dudes.”

Then, it’s just you and Joel again.

He cleans up the food as you pull back the blankets on the bed to assess the sheets. You decide on grabbing your sleeping bags and unzipping them to use as blankets instead.

“The ones on the bed are pretty gross,” you say when Joel peeks over at you, like you needed to explain yourself.

Joel knows you well by now, knows your tells and quirks, and he can see that you’re nervous, off, hands smoothing out the sleeping bags shakily.

“I can take the floor if you’re uncomfortable,” he says, walking over to you.

“No!” You answer quickly, “it’s not that. I’ve just- um, never shared a bed with anyone before.”

“You don’t have to do anything different. Just gotta sleep, okay?”

Right, just sleep, this isn’t special. You’ve gotta get a grip.

“Yeah, okay.”

“If you’d rather we can put the pillows in the middle.”

There he goes again, caring for you in small, simple ways that speak volumes.

“No, that’s alright.”

“Best get some sleep, then.”

You nod, and Joel walks around to the other side of the bed. You both climb in, laying on your backs for a bit. You can't seem to sleep, and he seems to notice.

“You good?”

“Huh?” You turn your head to look at him, cheek against the pillow, “yeah, fine.”

Joel lays on his side to face you, a distance clearly left between your bodies, “try to sleep, will you? You need it.”

“So do you.”

You’re on your side now, too, head level with his.

“I know.”

Your hand lays by your face on your pillow, and Joel’s hand inches towards it, his pinkie brushing against yours. You reach yours back, and then, your fingers are locked.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

“Night.”

You don’t know it but he falls asleep long after you, and by the time you wake, you’ve migrated, shifted positions. There’s a heavy weight over your waist, and only when you peek under the blanket do you realize that it’s Joel’s arm.

Then, you realize your head isn’t on the pillow anymore, but on his chest, the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear.

Rather than shift and wake him, you close your eyes and get a couple more hours of sleep, smiling at the discovery that Joel Miller is a cuddler.

[kiyomitakada]

Light stalks into the hotel room at 1 a.m. It's November 12th already.

They called his mom earlier. He'd almost forgotten, in the midst of it all. Light told her the truth — or as close to the truth as he could get, anyway. The raid. The gunshot wounds. The blood loss. His words came out odd and robotic, which was bad, because it was suspicious. He wasn't sure why he wasn't projecting emotion right.

Aizawa and Ide kept sneaking glances at him through the whole thing. They weren't subtle. Matsuda wasn't either, but at least there was only sympathy in his eyes. Misa held his hand through it all, tracing circles with her thumb. The touch was repulsive. He's pretty sure he'd dug his nails into her palm, considering how hard he'd gripped her hand back, but she hadn't complained a bit.

Sachiko cried. Misa cried, too, even though Dad had never been her father. It felt like an insult to Soichiro Yagami's memory that Light couldn't make the tears come out of his own eyes. He was usually so good at faking it. The dryness felt damning.

"I'll arrange the funeral," he said.

"I'll fly over right away," his mom answered quickly. "I'll get Sayu—"

"No!" He lurched out of his seat without meaning to, then fell back. "Don't tell Sayu."

Aizawa and Ide eyed each other again. He wanted to kill them all.

"We'll have to at some point," his mom said gently.

"I know," Light said. He swallowed. "But Mom, neither of you can come. It won't be safe here. You rented the countryside house for a reason, right? You both have to stay put for now. Mello is still active."

He hoped she would argue. She didn't. "Alright," she said softly. "But you tell me if you need anything, okay, Light?"

"Okay," Light said, and the rest of the conversation was logistics.

It's almost half past one in the morning now. The task force is asleep. Misa is, too, on one of the twin beds they pushed together. He thinks about writing down all the criminals he can in one night and murdering everyone in the building and jumping off the hotel balcony.

"Ryuk," he says instead, as he sits down on the edge of the other bed.

"Yeah?"

He tries to laugh. It comes out wrong, too, but not as badly as the earlier attempt at tears had. "It's funny, isn't it?"

"Wow, Light, I didn't think you were that cold," Ryuk remarks.

"It's just," Light says, "that he only lived one day after trading for the eyes. So even if he hadn't… I guess he wouldn't have stayed alive that long anyway."

Ryuk frowns. "Huh? I don't get it."

"The eyes take away half of your remaining lifespan, right? And Dad wasn't killed by the Death Note, so that really was his natural lifespan. Which means, since he died after one day, he was only going to live two days if he hadn't traded."

It should be a relief. It is a relief. It's not Light's fault. Soichiro Yagami was going to die anyway.

"Wrong," Ryuk says.

Light flinches backwards. It's been five years, but sometimes Ryuk's smile still scares him. "What do you mean, wrong?"

"Welllll… maybe wrong? I dunno, actually." Ryuk scratches his chin with one claw. "Yeah, maybe you're right. I haven't looked at the rules in forever."

"Ryuk, what are you talking about?"

"See, I'm not sure if that half is from how long you would've lived without the Death Note, or if it's from your new lifespan after you get the Death Note."

Light gapes at him. "It's obviously the second one!"

"That's the funny thing, Light-o," Ryuk says, and grins. "You can't know how long someone's gonna live if they have the Death Note. It's impossible. That's why you can't see the numbers over the heads of Death Note owners."

"But — Misa traded half her life away," Light says. "Twice. So it can't be her original lifespan, since that stalker was going to kill her."

Ryuk shrugs. "Who knows? Maybe she's been trading halves of zero this whole time."

"That's… No," Light says. He doesn't notice the way his fingers tighten around his grip on the thin hotel sheets. "No. That would be stupid."

"It is stupid," Ryuk agrees. "You're probably right."

"I'm definitely right." Breathe in. Breathe out. "So you don't know how much time you got from Dad — from my father?"

"No clue," Ryuk says cheerfully. "But it's okay. I've killed oodles of regular people, so I should still have a lot of life left to go."

Light abruptly, desperately hates him.

"I'm going to bed," he says. "Talk to you in the morning."

"Cool," Ryuk says. "I'll go sightseeing."

---

a/n: happy 11/11 :)

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 11 thoughts (pre-interludes):

Taylor's dad sees his daughter for the first time since she ran away. Since the fucking Endbringer attack! And literally says the line "“I need to go handle this" about a fucking work thing. No Danny. You do not NEED TO HANDLE THIS. God damn. It is fucking hard to be a co-parent for Taylor when I'm the only one doing any parenting!

Speaking of parenting - Taylor, you really should get some therapy. That was a pretty detailed level of fucked up nightmare you had. I love you and just want you to take care of yourself.

Skitter just like "all right, for day 1 I'm going to gain complete fucking control over my territory and establish myself as an unkillable bug goddess". And then she worries if she is doing enough!

Seriously though, letting that guy stab her and counting on her costume to block the knife? Fucking baller move. Also stupidly risky. So pretty much on point for my wonderful but stress inducing bug daughter.

And then she just sits in her chair drinking tea while she destroys two groups of Merchants? Doesn't just beat them, but absolutely terrorizes them. Lights one of them on fire with their own matches! WITH BUGS! I love her so much.

She also gained two minions as a side bonus to controlling her territory. And ensured their loyalty and dedication to her.

For real. Sierra would take a bullet. She'd die for Taylor. But Charlotte? Charlotte would kill for Taylor.

The speech Taylor gave Charlotte when giving her the options "leave town" or "work for me" was so well done! Came across as incredibly fair so Charlotte couldn't complain, but also just tied her in a little bundle all nice and neat. Set her up to want to work for you. Very nicely done. Taylor clearly has been learning from Lisa.

We're just pretty much giving up on that whole secret identity thing huh? It just started cascading out of control quite quickly. I don't expect Taylor and Skitter to be different people for much longer.

Lisa and Taylor went to a party together! A shitty villain party that was dangerous and almost killed them. But villain prom is villain prom. GAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Just a number of good Chatterbug (Smugbug) moments here.

Lisa has a MURDER WALL! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so fucking much and I will just sit in there with her working on the murder wall for hours. (She isn't trying to solve a murder so I know it isn't technically a murder wall, but it's a murder wall cause that's the best name.)

Fucking Bryce. Sure went through a lot of trouble for that asshole.

Skidmark just doing a thunderdome up in here. Some people use their powers for cool things and others build a fence.

Also really not seeming to do great for loyalty. Like ya you get a cape or two out of it but it left everyone in your gang not trusting anyone else.

I love everyone in Faultline's crew. Newter was my favorite but Shamrock may have beaten him out. I always loved Domino and Shamrock gives the same vibe.

Newter got a few good Nightcrawler like moments here too which was fun (grabbing things with his tail, talking to people from weird perches).

God DAMN Labyrinth is powerful. Like I knew she was but getting to see it. Holy shit. That was so fucking cool. Literal goddess of reality right here.

I'm really excited to learn more about Cauldron and the superhero in a can stuff. Very Weapon X with the memory wiping and such. (I'm just really on an X-men comparison thought process right now I guess)

Taylor "I'm not a skilled combatant" Hebert over here as she dual wields knives and successfully fights off multiple people, most bigger than her, while specifically using non-lethal attacks on them. Taylor that isn't what "not skilled" means!

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHILD, STOP GETTING HIT IN THE HEAD! I WORRY!

Seeing the trigger event thing was really cool. I don't think the fact that any cape near a trigger event appears to almost pass out has been mentioned before. Obviously in universe know one would know anything beyond them appearing to stumble, but still. And we got to see more of the higher dimension beings. We in Flatland now.

Oh god there is so much more I think I'm missing huge amounts. AHHH!!!

Oh, this is important. While describing Mush Taylor says "He bore a resemblance to a particular pink skinned, scrawny goblin of a creature from those fantasy movies." That open endedness of that context made me decide she must be talking about The Goblin King in Labyrinth. David Bowie. But to keep things simple, since it might seem like she is talking about Gollum, I decided that on Earth Bet David Bowie played Gollum in the Lord of the Rings movies. This is canon as far as I am concerned.

That does also mean Mush looks at least a little bit like David Bowie.

[putschki1969]

Hello dear Sarah, I hope you are well, I want to ask you a question since you are very expert on the subject, When kalafina existed (it hurts to say that😭) I was a teenager I couldn't buy their merchandise now that I can I want to know if I buy something from them, do they still make a profit or not?My friend says not anymore, if I want to support them, I better buy their materials as soloists. Please give me some advice.

Hello there!

I am so, so sorry! This reply is long overdue. I had this in my drafts for way too long. These days, I've really been struggling with summer fatigue and can't get motivated to do anything except the bare minimum. As a result, lots of asks have remained unanswered in my inbox/drafts.

Without further ado, let's get to your question〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

Disclaimer: Take everything you read here with a grain of salt. Even though I would consider myself to be quite knowledgeable on the matter, I don't have all the facts.

I think your friend is correct. If you are buying Kalafina releases (CDs, DVDs/BDs/etc) or merchandise (live goods etc) right now, it is very unlikely that the girls will profit from it.

The way the Japanese entertainment industry works, idols/singers often don't have any rights to their music (especially in a case like this where they don't have an active part in the creative process). From what we know, the members of Kalafina were most likely managed in a very common and traditional "employment dynamic" with their talent agency "Space Craft" , meaning that after the label (Sony/SACRA MUSIC) got its sizeable share, the agency basically pocketed all remaining earnings from Kalafina's activities and then distributed a contractually agreed upon percentage to the members in the form of a monthly salary. As the creative force behind everything, I would assume that Yuki Kajiura probably had a more favourable arrangement with Space Craft along the lines of a client <=> management relationship and therefore received earnings directly with a certain percentage going to the agency but I'm only speculating here. Considering the amounts of money that went to the label, the agency and Yuki Kajiura, it is likely that the girls received a quite meager share compared to everyone else involved. Not saying they weren't paid decently, it was obviously more than enough to allow all three of them to live comfortably (or luxuriously in Keiko's case - keep in mind tho that her family is well-off) but certainly nothing too crazy.

After leaving Space Craft, I very much doubt that Keiko and Hikaru would have financial gains from any Kalafina-related sales. Wakana on the other hand might profit indirectly from such purchases because she's still signed up with Space Craft. Some official Kalafina merch is still available in the Space Craft online store so if you buy anything from there, the money would obviously go to the agency. All other merchandise items that are floating around online or in stores are almost certainly second-hand goods so no profit is made except by the seller/thrift shop. As for music releases from official shops or distribution partners, I'm actually not sure if Space Craft would still receive a cut from that. I guess it depends on their arrangement with the label. I definitely wouldn't rule it out. (YK is probably getting something).

Long story short, if you want to support the girls, the best option currently is to buy their solo stuff. However, that doesn't mean that you should give up on your dream to buy Kalafina releases and merch. Even if the group is disbanded, it is a good thing to signal that there is still demand for them. Also, if you ask me, nothing feels better than to own physical merch/releases. My Kalafina shrine is one of my biggest sources of happiness and pride.

[shuenkio]

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Fireworks 🎇

The day everyone all around the world, will be celebrating together to the new year eve, with their love one, their friends, their relative. However, every new year eve you're take part in, even though you're always been with your family every year, you're always wish you have someone to look at the fireworks together, snuggle and hug tight as the fireworks perform in the night sky.

But it was just a dream, loneliness always been with you through out the years, they embrace you through thick and thin, through your hardest time because you never seek your love one, you always thought that the right person will come to you, one day it'll be miraculously appear in your life until it's get longer and longer. In the end it's Nothing, how can you get a lover one when you're always in your comfort zone?

You shrugged it off, accept the fate that nobody want you, who's just a boy who like the same gender or should we say, homosexual. Nobody would want you because once you said hi to them, they'll automatically gone like the wind. That's what you thought everytime you crave for love.

Little did you know, there's a boy that always got an eye on you. He's so good at hiding himself, his feeling that even tho you has an eagle eyes you never notice hos shadow before.

Luckily, today most of your classmates and your school's students coming to the place where they will shooting fireworks! Countdown obviously. It's almost midnight now and it's getting crowd every second. You prefer you like to stay and watch the fireworks by yourself as you always have been doing every year.

Suddenly, while you sitting on the bench nearby, someone just took a sit beside you.

You stay frozen, you know he's from your school and you don't wanna make him feel bad, if you walk alway he'd definitely feel bad but if you stay longer maybe you don't seem like you're uncomfortable?

You toss yourself a bit to the side of the bench to keep the distance, however as you moving, he's also moving too. What is wrong with him? You thought, low-key shy and anxious. When you moving even further, he won't stop instead he keep moving his body until his skin pressed against you.

E-excuse me! Why did you do that? You said, question him. He turn toward you, face to face, staring at you for a bit before open his mouth to reply.

Someone doing that to me too! Said in a low tone, point his finger at his back, it's indeed people come in sit on this bench too. you thought to yourself, almost cursing so you decided to leave because the atmosphere getting thicker and hot because of how coward people are and the embarrassed moment here.

You're about to stand up and find another place to chill at, when a big strong hand grip yours. Where are you going? He said, with his blank face, why did he asked you that when you guy are not even friend?

You frown your eyebrows before reply.

Find somewhere else? You said. But why? You could've just stay here with me! He reply back, his eyes telling you to stay.

Wait a min bro, are we even friends before or perhaps talk to each other? Another question left your mouth, wanted to confirm, did you forget or he's just a random dude?. That didn't matter, i want you to stay with me. His words make you goosebumps, aren't no man said to you like this.

I-uh what do you- before you could react, he intertwined through your finger and hold you tight before lead you to somewhere less crowd and be able to watch the fireworks together.

Your mind went blank after he hold your hand, you couldn't do anything, just let him be.some parts of you, screaming that you should go with him and some screaming don't. But at the moment you know his intention is no harm,you feel it,Or he's probably missed the wrong person? You thought, let him take you to whatever it is. Until both you reach to somewhere less people and a good place to watch the fireworks.

Let's settle here shall we?, he said as his hand still clinging to yours, it look like he don't have any plan to let it go.

Um, uh you're still holding my hand? I'm not sure i know you but i can tell i never saw you, before... You said, itching your head.

You thought your words would make him feel bad but instead he feel happy.

I'm glad you don't know me, so i can admired you from afar, peacefully. His word came out, it's like a dream, that you wanted to stay sleeping forever.

Wh-what? Are you sure you did not get the wrong person? If you looking for a girl which i assume,your crush, you're probably wrong, I'm a guy like you. You speak, waiting for his answer. Not at all, M/N I'm 100% sure, you are my crush. You feel numb at the spot, unable to move, unable to do anything, your world seem to stop working and focus on his handsome face, who's smiling at you, try to make eyes contact with you. Even worse, he know your Name.

But- How?, you reply, stuttering so bad you almost can't spell words. When you've a crush on someone, you've to know about them, isn't it? Oh this is your diary book, i saw you dropped at the locker, I can't help but to look at it, sorry if that's make you comfortable. He pause,give you back your lost dairy boom,before continue. I always feel the same as you, hopeless in love, nobody would want be with me because I'm the same way as you who like boys. But that's not the case, i like the way you walk, the way you talk, your gentle gesture, even when we've never make a conversation before but i feel like my world turn pink whenever i look at you. So... Today I'm gonna make my first move. He explained, all his feeling and thought toward you, pouring down to your brain as you blinking none stop, heart beating so fast like a truck spinning wheel.

When he see you stunned like this, he won't be waiting any longer before lean closer to you, lower his face down to your face before press his kissable lip to yours.

I like you, M/N. Boom! A burst of flame light up the whole city once the clocks stroke 12, The head exploded within an infinitesimal fraction of a second with a garish display of intense colors. Under the beautiful vibrant sky, your first new year eve ended with someone who you always wish for. Your secret admirer! Park Sunghoon.

🗣️ please mind my English! This is my first time writing here ><

🎧 Katy Perry - "fireworks"

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 38, devil's roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

Nico turned for the hundredth time, he checked the clock, 01:53am. He still hadn't been able to get to sleep, he stared out the window until he noticed a figure standing outside the infirmary. The doors weren't locked, he wasn't sure why but he walked outside trying to see who would be standing outside side the infirmary, by the look of it smoking at almost two in the morning. As he edged closer, still remaining perfectly silent he realised it was Will, he crept up behind him, not believing his eyes. As he got closer he realised he was crying, he sank to the floor as he brought the cigarette back to his lips, breathing the smoke in and out.

"Will, are you okay?" He said sitting down next to him,

"Neeks? What are you doing out here?"

"Couldn't sleep, saw someone outside. Will what happened?" Nico said, grasping his hand,

"Lost a patient today, she was barely seven. Isla Brown, I thought she was doing better, she said she was feeling fine, everything seemed normal, we were doing hourly check ups, she was fine at seven, then we walked in at eight and she had no pulse, she never said anything about being in pain, and we tried to bring her back but it- it didn't work. We never even found out her godly parent, I think she was an Athena kid though, she was crazy smart especially for her age."

"I'm so sorry."

"I should have been able to save her."

"You can't prevent every death, it's part of how the world work."

"But she was so young."

"I know, the world in cruel that way."

"It's my fault, I should have noticed I-"

"Noticed what? Something you still can't figure out?"

"I should have run extra tests I-"

"William. It isn't your fault, there was nothing you could do. She's happy, she's in Elysium, I can sense it, and she doesn't blame you."

"But-"

"Shh, you said you could glow in the dark, can you show me?" A faint light started to appears from around him, growing brighter quickly.

"I can go brighter but I don't want to get anyones attention."

"That's so cool, why don't you show it off more?"

"I have the most boring powers, what's glowing in comparison to having perfect aim with a bow."

"Anyone with enough practice can learn to shoot a bow and arrow, don't think anyone can just try and suddenly glow in the dark." Will half smiled

"I guess." Nico glanced down, the light had revealed a scar on his forearm, he didn't want to panic but as he slowly turning his arm around more and more scars and cuts revealed themselves, most didn't look that old and they all looked very much self inflicted. How the Hades had he not noticed before? He thought back to every time he'd seen Will, he was always wearing a hoodie or some other sort of long sleeves. Fuck, he started to panic but managed to keep his expression calm, he knew he needed to say something but what the fuck was he going to say?

"I guess you think I'm a hypocrite now?"

"What?"

"Telling you to quit drugs and smoking yet here I am."

"Why haven't you gotten help?" Nico asked, being careful around the subject, he wasn't exactly sure how Will would react and was trying desperately to not make him mad.

"I'm not worth it, even if I was I don't have the time for it."

"Wil-"

"I've never been on a quest and I can't fight to save my life, I'm not worth helping."

"Without you all of camp would be dead."

"Clearly I'm not doing too good of a job, I've lost so many patients, more than Michael ever did."

"Two wars have happened, obviously more people are going to die after a war."

"He would ha-"

"No. No he couldn't, Will sometimes people die no matter what you do. If the fates decide it you can't save them, sometimes people are too close to death and no matter what you do you can't save them." He pulled him closer, pressing his lips to the taller boy's. "Everyone's worth saving Will, you told me that, so apply it to yourself." Nico ran his finger over Will's cuts, "And please, please tell me if you ever want to hurt yourself again. William, you're one of the nicest people I know, you care for people even if you know nothing about them, I've never even seen you get mad at someone, everyone would miss you."

"You haven't seen every part of me, you don't know how many people I've hurt. I hate myself."

"Will, you can't be perfect. Nobody's perfect, everyone has different sides. You're only human."

"But I hurt them, I was trying to hurt them and I did."

"What are you even talking about?" He said, pulling the cigarette out of his boyfriend's hand and taking a breath before getting rid of it, he knew he wasn't meant to but he needed it.

"When I first came out, people started to say stuff, it made me hate myself but I wouldn't fight them. That- that was until one time a group of Demeter kids were beating the living shit out of Kayla for being les so I... I sort of fought them... I broke a few jaws and arms until Annabeth stopped me. I don't regret it but- I shouldn't have hurt them, I'm a fucking healer I'm not meant to fucking hurt people."

"You did the right thing."

"I should have called it down, not made it worse."

"You stood up for your sister, that's nothing to feel bad for."

"I still shouldn't have hurt them."

"I would have killed them, you're did a lot better than I would have."

"I'm a fucking healer, and that wasn't the only time."

"You're a person, you're whole life isn't your power, you are a living, breathing, human being who sometimes does things that aren't perfect. I don't know who told you otherwise, tell me who hurt you, and let me make life hell for them."

"Don't do that, they don't deserve it."

"Look me straight in the face and tell me you wouldn't do the same if someone was in your position."

"I- but- they-"

"Will, you deserve to be happy just as much as everyone else, I don't know why you don't believe that."

"My own blood doesn't want me."

"What would you say if Leo said that?"

"But that's different, he's brave and smart and a genuinely amazing person. He's fought and his life's been hard, he's had to work so hard for everything."

"Apply that to yourself."

"I'm worthless, no one fucking wants me, not just my family."

"I want you. Will I want you and I love you no matter how much you hate yourself I will always love you."

"You'll get tired of me soon enough, they always do."

"I swear I won't, I swear on the river of Styx I will never stop loving you William."

"Why would yo-" His sentence was interrupted by a kiss, Nico wrapped his hands around his neck, Will smelt like smoke and strawberries, he was warm even in the cold night. He wiped a tear from his eyes,

"Just being honest, come on Sunshine." He whispered, pulling him up, they walked with each other inside the infirmary.

"Will, can you stay?"

"Course Neeks." He started to walk towards the chair

"Sleep, you need it." Will wanted to protest but his tiredness got the better of him so he slipped inside the bed next the the raven haired boy, kissing him on the forehead before they both fell asleep.

***

[misc-obeyme]

I had all these plans to finish a bunch of writing and then BAM Season 2 started with Lesson 21 and I got supremely distracted. I wasn't expecting it to come out so soon?!? I really thought there would be more time in between seasons. But I am not complaining!

At this point, I feel weird if I don't write a post about the lesson, so here I am. I swear I'll get back to writing fics after this lol.

Spoilers and screenshots below:

Okay so we've got the founding of RAD, MC and Solomon losing their magic, and characters acting weird.

The loss of MC's magic is pretty obvious and easy to understand. Like it works sometimes, but it doesn't at other times. (Though I have to say here that if the brothers asked me to open a jar with magic, I would laugh at them. I've never met a jar I couldn't open. It's called hot water. BUT ANYWAY) And obviously when they do use their magic, it's not as strong as it used to be. Solomon says he's having the same issue. He obviously notices it when he banishes the hellfire salamander, though if you ask him about it, he just says it's nothing. Which is funny because then he tells you all about his problem with it later when you're making dinner. I swear I lose my mind every time they use that clown music in the story.

Anyway, the most interesting part of this to me was when Solomon said these things:

At first I was like, is that what's happening? They're making it so that MC can't go back? Isn't that what we are all dreading?!

But then if you say you don't think you'll do it in time he says this:

Okay?? So should I be concerned or not?! I don't want to get stuck in the past, I want them to bring us back to the present or maybe merge the timelines or something?! I dunno, but I really can't figure out how they're going to wrap this up in a way that works. Unless they do what happened last time MC went to the past and erase everyone's memories. Which was something Michael did...

But overall, this situation seems pretty cut and dry. Gotta get those pacts, yo.

Mammon, on the other hand...

He seems to be going through something, huh? The thing is I can't figure out what it is. Something is definitely up, but what? Also it kinda seems like Simeon might be involved in this somehow?

MC is hurt. Mammon wants them to pay for the ointment that will heal them. Simeon shows up and just does it himself.

MC finds the coin and gives it to Simeon. Mammon takes it for himself and Simeon's just like yeah okay that's fine.

Then in the HARD LESSON (SPOILERS) Simeon actually blesses Mammon with good luck before he goes out to look for the lost coin. Not to mention their whole conversation about the Celestial Realm and the hot cocoa... (END SPOILERS)

And MC is aware that Mammon is not acting normally. But Simeon seems to be his usual self? I'm just wondering if whatever is going on with Mammon, Simeon might be the one to help him somehow? It kinda seemed to me like Mammon was being more greedy than usual, like something going on with his sin?

But MC isn't the only one who's noticed something is up with Mammon.

May I present: Lucifer, Avatar of Ellipses -

...

What is going on with this guy? I mean, okay, not all of these were about Mammon, but I'm pretty sure most of them were.

Anyway, Lucifer does this thing where it's obvious he's thinking about something or he's worried about something, but he just doesn't say anything about it. It drives me crazy. I'm like listen here MC is right there! Talk to them!

Okay that's all I really had to say about the lesson and story stuff, but there are a few other things that I just loved.

SIMEON oh my gosh the way he swoops in and heals MC I was like yes, please heal me forever thank you.

His precious look of concern...

... and then this confident smile!? I just love him.

Also going grocery shopping with Lucifer and Beel in 21-A was just so sweet and domestic?! Neither of them could remember what any of their brothers wanted, they would have been totally useless without MC there rattling everything off. It was adorable, but also just soft times with Lucifer are always my favorite thing.

Yeah. Concerned about how you can bottle all your feelings and still be so hot.

Anyway!

Wherever they're going with this magic weakening thing better not result in MC stuck in the past forever. But I do hope we're getting some Mammon story now because I love him, too.

[writingsofwesteros]

Dude I usually hate the idea of Alicent and Daemon but you've changed my opinion on them-though I still 10000% believe she is a repressed lesbian.

Anyways, I can't get this idea out of my head.

So an AU of the Alicent and Daemon you have up on your blog. So it went as it did, the two having an affair, Aemond being born and disguised as Viserys' kid BUTTTTT

Say Rhaenyra or someone (rhae fits better thought) found them while they were having hot sex in the library a little while after Aemond is born. Daemon and Alicent have no clue she even knows and in a fit of jealousy, of who? Idk because Rhaenyra highkey wants them both, she tells Viserys.

Viserys' favoritism comes out to play and he questions his brother. Usually, Daemon is a good liar and would be able to fool his brother but he can't keep the smug gleam out of his eyes as he lies to the King. So what does Viserys do? Banish his ass, no surprise.

He keeps rumors from spreading about the true reason Daemon was exiled and made sure not a soul besides himself and Rhaenyra knew about his wife's infidelity. The lovers have heartbreaking goodbye sex, full of tearful love confessions and slow thrusts to somehow prolong the inevitable, and just like that, they don't see one another for 10 years.

Now here we are, Laena's funeral. Alicent has grown into a beautiful woman, something her husband cannot appreciate. She came to the funeral as a courtesy, though she couldn't give two fucks about the woman who married her lover. But when she sees Daemon, she goes full stalker mode, her thighs clenching under her dress at the familiar head of Targaryen white hair she oh so missed.

And Daemon? WOOO WEE-That man hasn't seen her in ten years and my my has she grown even more beautiful (when he last saw her she still looked like emily carey and now she looks like olivia cooke). And yes, he had Laena for release but she was nothing compared to her. Nothing could even slightly compare to Alicent's soft whimpers and tight cunt.

After the funeral, they end up fucking on the beach for hours on end, frenzied snaps of hips and teeth scraping desperately against each other's as they kiss. But of course, all good things come to an end and they reluctantly stop fucking like bunnies when Aemond claims Vhagar and starts riding around.

So Alicent's mom mode kicks in and she's fucking sprinting back, Daemon trailing after her like a lost puppy and when they finally arrive, Alicent immediately ignores everyone and rushes to her boy.

Daemon can't keep the smirk off his face as he looks at Otto, his eyes gleeful as he told him without speaking just how much he recked his daughter. Of course, he's worried for his son but holds himself back, not wanting to anger Viserys in order to snake his way back to the Red Keep to be with his Queen once again.

Now when Alicent snaps, he's feeling a lot of things. Worry, for his Queen and his maimed son. Rage, how dare Rhaenyra's bastard son (I love luke I hate saying this but yk) hurt his boy and his own daughters helped?? And lastly, he's unashamed to say, he's fucking turned on. Yes, his (secret) son is maimed and bleeding and Alicent had just drawn Rhaenyra's blood, though he couldn't give a shit about that, something about seeing the well-kept, proper, and religious Queen Alicent, snap, stirred something in his breeches.

So later that night, he helps comfort his son with Alicent, and obviously, Aemond is smart and knows more than he should and kinda blankly stares at them as they leave together, but he's secretly happy because ayee fatherly affection. And then when Daemon leads Alicent to his temporary chambers in Driftmark, he comforts her and slowly fucks her worries and grief away till the sun rises.

Anyways, my mind ran wild but AHHHHHHHH-

THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! So glad I've found another Daemon x Alicent enjoyer...I don't even know how it came to be for me ooopsie.

This is brilliant; I can't even add anything to it. I'm sure I've got a request for something with Driftmark so I'll add things from you in there.

Alicent was hot when she lost control thank you very much ;) No wonder her hair was all lose ;)

[nakachuchu]

Home | Okkotsu Yuuta + Zen'in Maki

SYNOPSIS: You became his home and he would do anything to go back.

READER: female

WORDS: 1.4k

WRITTEN: 12/29/2022

NOTE: The ending involves the manga, so there may be a possible spoiler (I don't name anyone who dies or anything) but it mainly involves my imagination. Gojo Kento is an oc of sorts as well, solely for this fic. My requests are open! I added more characters for jjk

Gojo would randomly bring you and your classmates — Panda, Toge, and Maki — on overnight vacation trips under the guise of team bonding, but all of you knew it was when he was either too lazy or too busy doing other things to actually teach you.

It used to be the four of you, but with the addition of Okkotsu Yuuta, it became five.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Yuuta asked.

"Hmm? Oh, I always sleep with Maki on trips," you explained as you moved your futon against hers. "She's comfortable and smells good, so she puts me right to sleep whenever we have outings together. I don't sleep easy. I have insomnia," you added.

Yuuta was surprised. He wasn't expecting Maki to get so close to someone else. Obviously, he didn't know her that well but given her reaction to him and Rika, he thought she would be more closed off.

"I know what you're thinking," said Maki with a deadly glint in her eyes.

"What's he thinking?" you questioned, head tilting as you looked between Yuuta and Maki.

"Something he should stop thinking of," said Maki.

She seemed like she wanted to say more, but with Rika in the room with them, she decided it would be best not to make any threats.

"Yuuta, where will you sleep?"

You were on a first-name basis with everyone and told them to do the same in return. You were a bubbly, air-headed person who talked too much. In other words, you were the opposite of Maki.

"I think I'll sleep in the corner," answered Yuuta.

He wasn't sure what Gojo was thinking, bringing him and enclosing him and Rika in a room full of novice sorcerers. He was scared of hurting them, so he was on high alert at all times.

"That doesn't sound very fun," you said. "Well, if you're sure."

With a nonchalant shrug, you turned back to making your futon as comfortable as it could be.

Later that night, Yuuta couldn't sleep. He was watching the rest of his classmates sleep in their futons without a care in the world of the dangerous curse in the same room as them.

You suddenly sat upright in your futon, scaring the hell out of Yuuta who had been lurking in the shadows. Sleeping with Maki didn't guarantee that you'd be able to sleep and stay asleep, but she helped.

"Yuuta, are you awake?" you whispered.

"Y-Yes."

"Wanna go to the vending machines in the lobby?"

Yuuta blinked in shock. It was midnight and you were thinking of getting a snack with the man who scared the shit out of you and your friends with his cursed energy alone.

"S-Sure."

You carefully got out of the futon and made sure to cover up Maki with the blanket before patting her head and walking out of the room with Yuuta following.

"It's not like that," you said quietly as you walked through the hallway.

"What?" he questioned.

"Maki and I," you offered. "She won't tell her own business to people — not really, anyway — but I met her when she was a kid in a house of big goals that weren't meant for the women."

Yuuta had never seen you so serious before.

"I believe it was fate that Maki and I found each other again. I only played with her a few times as kids, whenever she managed to sneak out of that place, but eventually, she stopped coming. I wasn't surprised though. She's been through a lot. But on the other hand, Maki doesn't know a lot about me. She thinks I'm just an annoying puppy that sticks to her because she's the only girl here, but I understand her more than anyone else thinks. So like I said, it's not like that."

Yuuta nodded. "I kinda get it."

You offered a brief smile. "I knew you would. There's something about you, Yuuta."

You were the first person to introduce yourself, knowing that Rika disliked girls getting near him. He still remembered the genuine smile you had on your face and the way you kept your hand stretched out, even when he hesitated to grab and shake it.

"Something?" he questioned.

You turned around, walking backward. "Yeah. Something pure and kind."

The next outing you and your classmates were able to have was after The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

Things were tense but comforting at the same time. All of you were on the brink of death, but then Yuuta and Rika saved you. It was a conflicting situation that ended in a win but didn't spare you the feeling of death.

Maki's pinky finger was brushing against your hand in an attempt to comfort you. If she was rattled, she didn't show it.

"Sorry, Maki," you murmured.

She nodded in response. "We're alive," she said to everyone. "Stop dwelling on the past. Go die again if you're going to."

"Maki's right," you said. "Let's have a movie night! Toge and I can go get snacks from the store around the corner."

"I wanna go too," said Panda.

"Okay, then Yuuta and Maki can pick the movies," you said. "Onward, Team Snack!"

Your hand disappeared from Maki's pinky and she pulled her hand back and placed it on her hand as the three of you left the room.

There was silence between Maki and Yuuta. For Maki, she was indifferent to it. For Yuuta, he was nervous and anxious.

"I'm sorry — "

"Whatever you're thinking with Y/N, don't be stupid," she said.

"What?"

"I'll kill you if you hurt her."

Yuuta's nervousness and anxiety dissipated. He looked at Maki with bold determination. She noticed and stared at him head-on.

"I won't," he said.

There was something about you that was so earnest and special. People gravitated toward you and you welcomed them as they were without expecting anything but their company in return.

Yuuta was one of those people you welcomed. You smiled and accepted him and his sins, never faltering in the process of accepting him for Yuuta, not Okkotsu Yuuta, the Special Grade sorcerer.

"Yuuta, what are you thinking about?" you questioned, tilting your head to look at him.

Your knees were tucked into your chest as you peered up at Yuuta who was sitting on the bench. You were drawing figures in the dirt with a stick and he had been watching you with a fond smile on your face.

"Absolutely nothing," he responded.

You pouted. "That's stupid."

"Don't be mean," he said with a chuckle.

"Will you text us often?" you questioned.

He smiled and nodded. "Every day."

You smiled and dropped the stick to place your hands on his knees. "Will you come home?"

"I will."

"Y/N," Maki called out. "Come on. Training's starting."

"Coming!"

You stood up and smiled at Yuuta, leaning down to kiss his cheek before jogging off to meet with Maki. You looped your arm around hers and grinned, a pink blush on your face.

"I told you I could do it," you said.

Maki snorted. "I never said you couldn't."

Yuuta never came back to you. He was busy on oversea missions, but it didn't change anything between you and Yuuta. He continued to text you and call you when he had more time.

Eventually, he shyly asked through FaceTime if you would become his girlfriend, to which you enthusiastically said yes.

Maki was happy for you. She didn't act on her new and confusing feelings because her only goal was to bring down the Zen'in clan. She couldn't be bothered to go on dates and compliment you, but Yuuta could offer all those things and more for you.

"Get out of my fucking way."

Okkotsu Yuuta, Special Grade sorcerer, had only two true goals. One goal was to remove Gojo Satoru's seal. His second goal was to return to you, his home. He would massacre every colony if it meant returning to you quicker.

On the other side of the Culling Game's district, you were fighting for your life, having been separated from both Yuuta and Maki. Burned, scarred, and losing massive amounts of blood from your missing eyeball, you had a strong resolve to reunite with your lover and your best friend.

You let out a steady breath. "Domain Expansion: Resurrection."

No two bearers of the Six Eyes could exist at the same time, but a soulless body with the same abilities could deny that claim. Gojo Kento, Gojo Satoru's ancestor, entered the ring.

"This is my playground now, fucker," you seethed.

From a political meeting, Kenjaku's finger twitched, having felt a similar presence to one that once defeated him.

[nomoreusername]

You're My Home (Part 1)

Pairing:Teresa x female reader

Summary:Just as you think you're done with everyone, you meet a girl who shows you the world doesn't have to be all bad.

You're one of the head doctors at WCKD. While you weren't well liked, you were highly respected, something you found much more useful. You were constantly there, working to find a cure for the disease that had stolen your family from you. Hence, why you were the way you are.

Cold. You were completely cold and closed off from everyone. So much so that you would get called heartless. However, you just knew if you let someone in they would find a way to leave so you just didn't. You locked every single person out of your mind and heart. You focused on the cure and the cure alone. The thing that could have saved your family which would have saved you.

On one of her first days there, Teresa heard people talking about the moody Y/N. While she pushed it out of her mind at first, she couldn't help but wonder why your name kept coming up in conversations for days after. She had never met you, or even seen you, but you wouldn't leave her mind. No matter how badly she wanted you to, you always popped into her life somehow. Even without physically being there.

One day she was just looking at a new formula she put together when she heard arguing. Glancing up, she saw a girl snapping at someone who was asking her a million questions. While she couldn't hear them, she could tell the girl was obviously done with whatever this was about.

"Go ask someone who cares!"She finally yelled, storming into the room that was supposed to have nobody in it. Slamming the door shut, she stared out the one sided glass before closing her eyes and wiping her tears with her lab jacket sleeve.

“Are you okay?”Teresa asked hesitantly, startling the girl. Quickly turning around, she stared at her as Teresa read her name tag.

Y/N

This was the one everyone had so much dislike for? The one crying in front of here where she thought nobody would see? The one close to breaking down after practically being chased?

“Sorry. I didn't know you were here,”You apologize, wiping more of your tears.

“It's fine. You just needed somewhere to be,”She assured you.

“Still, I just, I didn't mean to barge in when you're working. Work is important and all. It's uh, it's all I do. It's all I can do since I lost . . . them,”You trailed off.

“I’m really sorry for who you lost,”She said softly.

“Thanks,”You mumble. “I’ve um, I’ve heard about you. People have a lot of good things to say about you.”

“I’ve heard of you too. It was just . . . “She stops.

“Bad,”You finish.

“Yeah. It's a lot different than you actually are.”

“How do you know that? You’ve barely just met me.”

“Well, I’m sure I’d be upset if someone kept following me when I said stop too.”

“You’d probably be nicer though. You seem nice.”

“Sometimes. I’m still only human though. Just like you,”She shrugs, giving you a smile that you unconsciously find yourself returning.

“Your necklace is pretty,”You compliment. Looking down at the gold jewelry on her neck, she smiles as she takes it in her hands. Pulling it off, she hands it to you.

“I don't need it. I was just telling you it looked nice,”You said quickly.

“I know, but it seems like it's been a while since someone's given you something,”She smiles.

“Are you sure?”You check.

“I wouldn't give it to you if I wasn't,”She shrugs again. Putting it over your neck, you struggle with it for a moment until she steps behind you. Taking the chain, she clips it around your neck. While it should hit you that she was the closest to you anyone had been in years, you couldn't help but feel as though this was natural.

“Thank you. This really is the nicest thing someone's done for me in I don't even know how long,”You admit, holding the charm between your fingers.

“It suits you,”She points out, making your heart flutter in your chest.

“Would you like to come over tonight? I’m not really doing anything, but we could just have takeout?”You suggest, already prepared for the rejection but giving in to the idea that just maybe someone would understand you.

“Yeah. That sounds really nice,”She agrees.

“Great. I’ll meet you outside of work in two hours?”

“Looking forward to it,”She smiles. Managing to return one again, you then both just stand there, feeling something different than you ever had before.

Stronger than Teresa even had for Thomas.

Something that might fix the broken pieces you both hid.

[deadbeandrop]

This is campy-mccampface, I just don’t feel like asking from my main lol.

Any ships?

ok actually let me go over the stuff i've been interested in exploring in general here...

i'm going to classify all of this in two different ways: the level of relevancy to the "canon" storyline i'm working on, and the interest i have in things in my own little side zone where i am smushing dolls together like everyone else for fun

i also don't feel like getting into all the appeals of things rn but i might come back and add/update that here in the future

within the boundaries of the actual "canon" i'm trying to build, i think i want to stay away from too much explicit romance, just as a preference and because my brain works in a very specific picky-and-choosey way, and that's what feels correct in the plan to me right now... of course, there are still teases and hints of romance that i have planned, but i'm still working out the details on how they'll actually come across, as i am also a big fan of vaguely defined and non-traditional relationship presentations. so, when i say i ship something here, it's definitely notable for me to say that might not always look the same way or be about established Dating relationships, just tyat there is Something going on there and i'm explorimg it. sometimes i think it's more fun even for me to just do a little wink and a spin and let everyone else take what they want from it, as you would when actually writing a show. so, there are also things that do capture my interest even though i know i couldn't really "fit" them into what i'm doing, and occasionally my brain will sort of play tug-of-war with that, because even if i'm not adhereing fully to canon canon, i usually still stick hard to some kind of internal rules for myself and i can get a little caught up in that. alas, i wish to play...!

so...

Lumpus x Slinkman ▪︎ Involved in Canon / I ship it

everyone should know how i feel about this one by now...! obviously, they are my favorite ever, but they didn't always have a semblance of a happy ending planned out!

at first, i actually used to be quite adamant about not "shipping" them (as in, describing that as what i was doing) or wanting them to end up together in the end, partially due to early story ideas i was messing around with, and partially because I was worried it was Problematic in some way to do so. however, when you really get into it and look at what I'm doing here, i really don't think that's the case in the slightest. i was just, like, 15 years old. or whatever. still, they are for sure a complicated pair, but i have a lot planned out for them to show how much they mean to me ^_^

in terms of "canon", the majority of it comes from early implications and an absolutely insane batch of emotions on lumpus' end, as well as a lot of casual domestic stuff that very purposefully but also humorously evokes the feeling of "old married couple". they already live together, y'know. ultimately, i have them down as life partners, with some kind of a romantic friendship situation, but there's a good chance they will practically end up "together". my post-finale plans are essentially a "a break up, one party is about to be kicked the hell out, and now they have to win their partner back" plot! the thing is just that i'll probably spend a lot of time not "saying" anything out loud, but plenty of things will speak for themselves, really

Lazlo x Edward ▪︎ Potential to be Implied/Teased in Canon / I ship it

absolutely classic dynamic. i simply can't go wrong with it, honestly. i enjoy their relationship either way, and depending on how things go plan-wise, there may be some moments between them, at least. (you're going to hear that a lot on this post)

Patsy x Lazlo ▪︎ Involved in Canon / Sure!

a one-sided crush i am definitely keeping, if only for how much i like patsy!

for this pairing, it's still on the table for me to have a few different paths to it, and it's another case of mostly just finding their relationship in general interesting rather than being super invested in the fact that it's romantic. and i'll definitely be exploring lazlo's feelings on patsy's intensity and such, to the point of writing patsy with control issues there. the crush won't be reciprocated during the main summer plots, but i can imagine myself playing around with them post-finale in middle school or in high school for an amount of time, since that's something i've decided to probably have arranged. i'll see!

the thing is, i am one of those people who can't for the life of me decide how i feel on lazlo's sexuality, because i like pretty much every option! so that could always play into it too, who knows...!

Lumpus x Jane ▪︎ Involved in Canon / I don't ship it

of course i couldn't be throwing this one away either. regardless of anything else, i am always down for watching lumpus be a dumbass about jane, it's always fun and endearing to me.

however, as i've said on here, i really don't see a world where they work out that also isn't personally agonizing for me. or boring. or that doesn't feel borderline misogynistic. with how i envision things, it would either crash and burn immediately, or they would enable the worst in each other. it's almost inherently kind of depressing with how i view both of their characters, even if their dynamic in general to me is interesting! and of course, i do always have room to explore stuff like that, but i think not having it work out will always be for the best here.

i especially want to take the wedding plot in canon and do it justice, primarily for jane, because it's really unfair for her. it'll still have a similar premise of jane and lumpus getting engaged, but things will go wrong enough to put a stop to it before it all happens, and jane will actually be able to swing back from it all here.

Jane x Ms. Mucus ▪︎ Not Exactly Involved in Canon / TBA

i've gotta think about this one more, but i have already drawn them before a few years ago. ms. mucus in general i sort of need to reserve some time for myself to think about in-depth. still, they've already fit snugly into the Paralells zone, i feel like one-sided feelings from ms. mucus are totally believable, and for the aforementioned lumpus and jane wedding, it'll be ms. mucus who crashes it, which is inherently a little 🤨

Chef McMuesli x Slinkman ▪︎ Potential to be Implied/Teased in Canon / IDK!

i've just got a lot of thoughts about jane's sexuality, too, and by the end of things i think she really needs a break from any sort of romance...

ah, how far we've come...

as i mentioned, it took me a bit to come around to lumpus and slinkman, and this is what i was doing in the meantime. originally, it was these two who i was going to try and write something about and to have slinkman end up with, but, a lot of things have changed since then...!

i've also realized that since i was building this from scratch, i also don't really have a great foundation for it at the moment. i do absolutely still think they have the potential to be cute, but i'd have to sit and think about it again with more of a focus on the "whys" there, because, as it stands, lumpus and slinkman will ultimately be more fun and interesting to me and that's why they inevitably took over my entire brain

even so, in current plans, mcmuesli does still play a bit of a part between lumpus and slinkman, so depending on how things work out, there may still be a bit of a "tease" for them as well, just because of the parts of all those original plans i think i should keep. i do also have some old art of them i'll post eventually

Lumpus x The Bear Waiter from Beef Lumberjacks (I STILL WANNA CALL HIM TARSON) (I NEED TO MAKE A POST ABOUT THAT LATER) ▪︎ Potential to be Implied/Teased in Canon / I ship it

i won't lie i have been thinking about this something awful LOL

in the post-finale plans, one of the highlights there is lumpus actually branching out a bit and trying to make some kind of new friends because he's pushing middle-age and has barely had any in his entire miserable life — so this guy ends up being one of them ^_^ of course, the early-series encounter of hostility at beef lumberjacks comes first, and i can imagine him being involved in another thing or two with lumpus before the finale as well

(frankly, i just think the character is fun and i want more of him, and this is an extremely convenient way to do so)

and unfortunately i have become an absolute sucker for lumpus experiencing the most insane mix of emotions of his life in the presence of this guy, who's like twice his size, relatively unpredictable, and also has really taken a liking to him. and he's a real Guy friend, y'know, they're going fishing and hunting and watching football and stuff together and for once lumpus is not providing even half of the energy here, he's often the one getting dragged around. and it's unlocking stuff in lumpus he didn't even know he could feel, cus i sure love when lumpus is pathetic and reduced to a blubbering mess 😁

and once again the rest of the thoughts on this situation not, in fact, allowed to go on this blog— (SWIFTLY DODGES THE FALLING ANVIL ABOVE MY HEAD

Ms. Lawson (Scoutmaster's Assistant in the 80's) X Sheri (Lumpus' Mother) ▪︎ Implied/Teased in Canon / I ship it

when i post my little paragraphs and stuff on the era, it'll make a bit more sense in context of what's going on here. basically, at a certain point in time, ms. lawson is having to make phone calls home about lumpus, and she accidentally ends up in long-winded conversations with his mother, who is lonely and also has too much time on her hands. over the summer they end up chatting about other things, and she actually ends up calling regularly, and there's a sense of connection there that both gives ms. lawson a different insight on lumpus' situation and distracts her from what all the kids are actually up to out there LOL. they're sort of a "not meant to be" thing, at least at the moment, but it's really funny to make affair jokes about them as emotionally that's almost what it becomes when the idea started to begin with as a romantic-coded dynamic. and there's a few paralells as well between lawson-sheri-howard and slinkman-lumpus...!

Slinkman's College Girlfriend ▪︎ Involved in Canon / TBA

i'm kind of planning on throwing college-era slinkman briefly into like a roger/jessica thing and giving him a girlfriend for a little bit, for a few reasons, including that i think it's kind of funny and i have ideas for how that can play out with, y'know, lumpus being around,

the details on this one are still in the larva stage though. i also have a post about my many thoughts on slinkman's sexuality that have evolved over the years in my drafts

Edward x Nina / ???

once again still thinking about this, from nina to edward. i feel like it could be fun for an episode if i absolutely had to write another crush across the camps. i think it would be interesting for her to be weirdly and accidentally charmed by his "tough" demeanor that is also obviously demonstrated to be a cover-up. idk!

Slinkman's Parents ▪︎ Involved in Canon / I ship it

as well as other obviously established couples. they are honestly relevant enough in things and i enjoy them together enough that i can say i guess i "ship" them as well LOL i hope everyone enjoys them too when i finally share them, i think they are so very cute

ok that's about it i think. for now. i would joke about my self insert x lumpus and slinkman, but i'm not actually too big on self shipping in like an actual relationship or anything. i am in the cuck chair and i am alright in the cuck chair ❤️

[kayetra-spade-queen]

What I see

What better way to start the story of this silly team?

A ship story, obviously.

What ship? Benrex, duh-

Rex had been working a lot for the past week.

The amount of times he'd been called into duty for missions is honestly astounding, it's a bit concerning.

One particular person was especially worried about the human EVO man.

"You've been working a lot lately." That was the first thing the designer of Omnique Rosula as he sat in front of him in the living space.

"H-huh? Oh, yeah. Techno-based missions are increasing lately, mixed with the need to bash some heads. But it's nothing that I can't handle." The EVO replied, seemingly noticed the worried tone of his partner.

Even with the reply, it didn't sit right with the anodite hybrid. They've been together for so long now, it didn't take even a second for him to notice that Rex was really worn out.

"You should take a break. If there's any similar missions like this, I'll take over the Overview department for a while. Kim and Danny sometimes forgot that we had other variety of attendants in the departments, and assigned members didn't have to be in the fixed amount on 3 people at the first round."

"It's fine, really! I'm sorry if I worry you, but I'm really okay. I'll be fine for the next couple of missions, I swear."

The wielder of the Omnitrix let out an annoyed yet had the tad bit of worry huff at his EVO fiance. His mother instincts would've said to force him to stay put for a while until he was sure he'll be fine for the next missions he'll be assigned to, but he held back.

The EVO could only slightly sweatdrop at his fiance. He is well aware that the wielder of the Omnitrix and the well known fashion designer in France didn't seem pleased with his reply, yet still decided to just let it be for now, at least until he could convinced him.

But oh boy how he failed. Quickly, and miserably.

It was after a mission that involves spiritualism, technology, and boat load of fighting some rogue spirits. Danny did his best to shield the team, while Rex fought the spirits like some wolf who hadn't eaten in years, and June was trying to keep everyone healed up as everything they do drains them fairly quickly.

When they got back though (with bandages and some parts of their bodies glows in pink), Jake had this particularly grim look with a mix of pity on his face when he looked at Rex.

"Your fiance want to talk to you after you get proper treatment and rest. He and Randy are on their way, I'm just here to give you a warning before I go back to the Magical World for a quick emergency call." Those are the only things the dragon hybrid said before he went off to his pearl keeping duty at the Magical World.

He is screwed, he thought. And he wasn't wrong, not by the slightest.

The entire time everyone got treated, it was dead silent. The silence is so intimidating, no one else could even say a word.

Ben, however, kept with his stoic and unreadable expression on his face, which didn't really help the EVO in the slightest.

After a while, everyone who was involved in the mission was now subjected into the 'Off Site' status until their more serious wounds healed up. They were put into their own bedrooms in the base.

For Rex, he shared a room with Ben, even sleep on the same bed together on many occasions when they couldn't make it back home. So Ben frequently went in and out of the room for either take something, or by extent of this situation, taking care of Rex.

There's nothing going on really, just the occasional questions of how he's feeling or does he needed anything. But Rex just feels not so good altogether, and not for the normal reasons. Ben's expression couldn't be even more unreadable than ever, and Rex is getting even more nervous by the second.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, I am not."

"... But you really looked like you're angry..."

"I'm not angry, I'm just... Upset."

"Upset I couldn't keep myself away from too many bruises better?"

"Upset that things have to take this turn. You really could've died if it weren't for Fenton's shield and Lee's constant healing."

A moment of silence.

"Sorry..."

"There's nothing for you to apologize about. You did the best you could, although I would've preferred something else. As long as you're here, safe and sound, that's more than enough for me."

"I'll be careful next time, promise."

"You better be. You really know how to make me worry so much, you know that?"

"I would've said the same thing to you back then, too, way back, in fact."

"Hush, let's not talk about that. Just get some rest, alright?"

"Sí, mi amor." The EVO said to his fiance with a playful yet sweet grin.

He could hear the soft tone of relief as his alien-hybrid fiance sighed, the tone where he's just glad he's with him. He did expect scolding, and it did came down to it (or at least something close), but in the end, it was only that the sounds of worry and fear, and the aftertaste of relief that everything didn't went progressively bad.

"Yeah, it turns out just some heart-to-heart conversation between a couple. Nothing to worry about." Said the ghost king who was on call with the American dragon who was still away.

["Well, I guess that's good to hear. I did feel worried when Tennyson said that he wanted to talk to Salazar after you guys returned."]

"Hmm... I think I should do some rearranging for the next couple of missions and commissions. I'm more than sure Tennyson is gonna terrorize me if I assigned his dear husband-to-be in the next technology-combat-based mission again."

["That would do everyone good if you ask me."]

"Yeah... I'm pretty sure no one wanted to go through that. The silence is so suffocating, it could probably cut an entire building."

["I could imagine. Anyways, I should hang up now, gotta go back to work."]

"Oh yeah, sure. Take care."

["See ya, Danny."]

Beep

"I really screwed up, haven't I?" The ghost king sighed as he put his phone to the bedside table before going back to his bed to get rest before either of his medical-attendant friends are gonna burst through his room and terrorized him into resting.