#ok with it as the others start to react to it and the gravity of it starts to sink in

[arolesbianism]

This is where I reveal that I have very conflicting feelings on the current afterglow disbanding plot going on but god I hope they can make me like it plssss

[apple-kiwi]

Skz Calling you clingy

Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N.

Part 1

Authors note: This was supposed to be out on Tuesday but then I got into K-drama and kinda forgot about. I honestly hate how this turned out but whatever. I tagged everyone who asked for part 2, if you want to be untagged lmk, also if you want to be added to my tag list for this series lmk

Warning: None I think

Taglist: @heaveniseverywhere @straykidslvr @staybychoice @luckymilkshakerebel

Not proof read

Word count: 939

Days passed since your argument and you hadn't gone back to the apartment. You'd been crashing at a friend's place, needing time and space to cool down. Lee Know, on the other hand, started to realize the gravity of his mistake and how much he had messed up.

He hadn’t expected you to just up and leave, leaving him alone in the apartment. He also hadn't considered the fact that you might not come back anytime soon. His initial indifference was gradually replaced by a feeling of regret. He had stood you up, ignored your texts, and then called you clingy. The more he thought about it, the more it dawned on him how much he had screwed up.

Each day that passed, the more he longed to see you, to apologize and make it up to you somehow. And so, after a few days of stewing in his thoughts, he decided to make the first move. He sent you a text.

The text read: 'Can we talk? I messed up and I'm sorry. Please come back.'

You stared at the screen of your phone contemplating whether to respond or not. Your anger was still fresh, but the pang in your heart wouldn’t go away. After debating for a while you decided to type a simple reply.

'Alright, we can talk.'

Your short response surprised Lee Know. He hadn't expected you to agree to meet so easily but his heart slightly leaped with hope. Immediately he texted back.

'Can you come back home? I want to apologize in person.'

‘Ok.’

Lee Know’s anxiety spiked at your simple 'Ok’. Did that mean you'd come back? He waited anxiously for your arrival, pacing around the apartment. He hadn't seen you in days and it was eating him up inside.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sound of the apartment door opening grabbed his attention and he turned to see you walk in. Your expression was neutral and your eyes were slightly puffy. You avoided eye contact with him, closing the door behind you. A tense silence hung in the air as neither of you knew how to start the conversation. But after a few moments, Lee Know spoke up, his voice laced with remorse, "I'm sorry," he took a few steps forward, still maintaining a small distance between you two. With an apologetic look, he continued, "I shouldn't have stood you up and called you clingy a brat. God, I don’t even know why I said that. I should've been there for our anniversary and I'm sorry I ruined it. I hadn’t realized I hurt you so much."

You remained silent for a while, finally meeting his gaze. He looked genuinely apologetic, his eyes showing genuine remorse. He wanted to come closer and hug you, but he was hesitant, not sure how you would react. He knew he had caused the damage and now he didn't know how to fix it. You let out a shaky exhale, “You really hurt me min…”

Lee Know looked at you, his face a mix of guilt and sadness. As you spoke, his heart felt heavy.

"I know I hurt you, I made a mistake and I'm so sorry.”

"I promise I'll make it up to you," he said softly. That day was a big day for us, and because of my selfishness, I ruined it. I was thoughtless, and I'm sorry.”

He looked at you, his eyes expressing his remorse. He took another step towards you. "I'm sorry. Do you," he hesitated for a moment, "Do you want to break up?"

Lee Know asked nervously, dreading the answer he might get, but he needed to ask, he knew what he did and said was wrong and unforgivable.

“What? No,” you say almost instantly, looking up at him, surprised he would even think that you know the argument was pretty bad and there were words that shouldn’t have been said but it was nothing that couldn't be talked out, and it was not bad enough to throw away a 2-year relationship, though if he hadn’t apologized it would have definitely been over.

He hesitantly closed the distance between you, carefully bringing his arms around you in a gentle embrace. He knew this wasn't enough to win you over but he wanted to feel your presence closer.

"I'm sorry," he repeated as he hugged you, feeling the weight of his mistake.

And he truly meant it. He wanted to fix this, to make things right. He knew it wouldn't be easy but he was ready to try. The thought of losing you had scared him and he realized that he needed to put more effort into being a better boyfriend.

“I know…” you whisper

Lee Know held onto you, not wanting to let go. He knew sorry wasn't enough, he knew he needed to prove it through his actions.

"I love you," he said softly. "Please don't leave me."

“I'm not… I won't…” You say softly, sniffling and trying to wipe your eyes

Your words provided him with some relief, a weight lifted off his shoulders.

"Thank you,” he said softly, letting go to examine your expression. He reached up gently, wiping away the last traces of tears from your cheeks. "I promise I won't mess up like that again.”

"I'll do better," he added. "I'll prioritize you more and make sure we communicate better."

He kept his arms around you, still afraid to let go. He wanted to savor this moment of having you close after days of missing it so badly. You two stay like that for a while before you playfully pinch his side, “You owe me dinner.”

[dontyouworrydaddy]

First of all, let me tell you about how much I love your blog and your writing style. Your fics quality is top notch and I giggle like an idiot every time I see a new post from you. So, if it's ok with you can you write about our favorite COD men (including daddy Konig and Simon) whose SO keeps getting texts from her asshole ex - some of them begging to take him back and others borderline threatening, like "who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?" etc. And our boys accidentally see these texts. How would they react to that situation? Thank you so much :)

𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒

Task Force 141 (+König) x fem! reader

You have no idea how much I appreciate these kind words. Like you literally just made me CRY because I‘m so happy to hear that. You guys motivate me to keep writing fr🫶🏻🫶🏻😭 I love you so much and I‘m so thankful to you! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Also I love the idea oh my god. I can imagine them being super mad at him and be like as soon as she’s sleeping I‘m gonna haunt that mf and be super caring and not leaving your side until you’re okay again. AHHHH I have so many ideas I can’t put them all into words😮‍💨😫😫

I hope you enjoy this fanfic! Thank you again for the kind words, I really do appreciate it❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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König

König found himself in a situation he hadn't anticipated. As he and you went about your daily lives, a series of text messages from your ex started flooding your phone. König couldn't help but catch glimpses of these messages, each one more distressing than the last.

I know you miss me

I still have that red dress from you…

You can stop acting like you don’t need me anymore and just come back ;)

You date insecure guys now? Wow Y/N… I mean I knew I was the best for you but I didn’t expect that low from you

I saw you the other day… You got a lot sexier ;))

I miss you so much baby. I love you…

They were filled with toxic words, attempting to undermine the happiness you had found with König.

Upon stumbling upon these messages, König's usually calm and composed demeanor wavered, replaced by a mix of concern and protectiveness. He couldn't fathom why someone would target you in such a hurtful way and it stirred a fire within him that burned with a fierce determination to shield you from harm.

His grip tightened around his phone as he confronted you, his voice laced with worry. "Schatz, what is this? Who is sending you these messages?" His eyes searched yours, a mix of anger and concern burning in their depths. But he wasn’t angry at you. He was more angry at himself because he feels like he failed as a boyfriend. His only mission is to make you feel comfortable and it feels like he failed at it. Because you didn’t talk to him…

You took a deep breath, realizing that the time had come to open up and share the painful truth. "It's my ex. He's been unable to let go and now he's trying to sabotage our relationship. I've been trying to handle it on my own, but it's becoming overwhelming."

The weight of your words settled between you, the gravity of the situation sinking in. König's protective instincts kicked into high gear as he reached out, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "Liebling" he whispered, his voice filled with determination, "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you and together we'll navigate through this storm."

His words were like a balm to your soul, offering solace and reassurance in a world that felt suddenly tumultuous. You found strength in his unwavering support, knowing that you didn't have to battle your ex's toxicity alone.

With each new text that appeared on your phone, König became even more resolved to protect you. He devised a plan to confront your ex, making it clear that his attempts to sow discord and threaten your happiness would not be tolerated.

But König's reaction wasn't solely driven by anger. It was driven by love and a deep understanding of the pain you were experiencing. He knew that these messages were more than just words on a screen…they were emotional daggers that pierced your heart. And he will make sure that your ex will never bother you again. Trust him.

Simon Riley

In the midst of it all the chaos he‘s been through, there was you, a source of light and solace that gave his dead life light. The two of you navigated the challenges of life together, an unwelcome presence lingered, threatening to disrupt the tranquility you had built.

But you were constantly tormented by text messages from your ex Josh. The messages were a relentless barrage of mixed emotions, ranging from desperate pleas for reconciliation to menacing threats aimed at undermining your newfound happiness. It was a constant reminder of a past you were trying to move beyond. It was always him trying to manipulate you into leaving Simon and go back to him.

One fateful evening, as you lay beside Simon, your phone illuminated with yet another message from your ex. Simon, ever vigilant and protective, caught a glimpse of the text and as soon as he read the words "I still think about you when I’m on my bed alone", anger flashed in his eyes. He knew about your crazy ex.

Concern etched across his face as he realized the torment you had been enduring in silence. You turn your phone around and looked up at Simon. So many emotions were written on his face that made you tear up.

Carefully, Simon pulled you into his arms, offering a comforting embrace. His touch was gentle, his voice soothing as he reassured you that you were safe with him. In that moment, he became your shield, determined to protect you from the darkness that lurked in your past.

As you drifted off to sleep, exhaustion finally claiming you, Simon's heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and anger. He couldn't bear to see you suffer any longer. Resolute, he rose from the bed, leaving you in peaceful slumber and made his way to confront the source of your personal torture.

Due to his Job, it was easy for him to find out where he was living. And with determination etched upon his features, Simon found himself standing outside your ex's residence. He had no intention of resorting to violence, but his presence alone was enough to unnerve the cowardly individual who had been preying on your vulnerability.

As the door swung open, revealing your ex's face, a mix of surprise and fear washed over him. Before he could utter a single word, Simon's voice rang out with authority. "Leave her alone mate. If you ever come near her again, you'll regret it. And I‘m not a man to play fucking games with"

Josh felt the weight of Simon's unwavering resolve, cowered beneath his gaze. Fear clouded his eyes as he stammered out a half-hearted apology. Without further hesitation, Simon turned on his heel and walked away, leaving your ex to contemplate the consequences of his actions.

Meanwhile, back at home, you stirred awake, finding Simon by your side, his gaze filled with comfort and love. Wordlessly, he climbed back into bed, pulling you close, and kissed your forehead with a mix of gentleness and possessiveness.

"I won't let anyone hurt you," Simon whispered, his voice filled with a fierce protectiveness. "You're safe with me. Always."

In that moment, you knew that Simon was not only your lover but your guardian, a force that would go to any lengths to shield you from harm. And as you drifted back into a peaceful sleep, your heart swelled with gratitude, knowing that you were truly cherished by the man who would stop at nothing to keep you safe.

John MacTavish

You felt a mixture of frustration and fear as your ex continued to invade your life. The messages ranged from desperate pleas for reconciliation to thinly veiled threats, designed to unsettle and intimidate you. The constant reminders of your past were enough to make anyone's heart race and palms sweat.

One chance. Please baby.

Are you really dating a scottish man? You‘ve sunk so low.

One evening, as you and John were relaxing together, the barrage of texts became too much to bear. With a heavy sigh, you pulled out your phone, revealing the string of toxic messages that had invaded your peaceful sanctuary.

I will have you back, I‘m waiting baby.

John's eyes widened as he read the manipulative words that spilled across the screen. Without hesitation, John wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He understood the fear and turmoil that consumed you and he was determined to be your shield, protecting you from the pain of your past. His voice, laced with a mixture of concern and determination, filled the room.

"Baby" John spoke softly, "I won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe with me, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that."

His comforting words and his strong embrace provided a temporary respite from the torment. As exhaustion claimed you, sleep finally descended upon your weary mind and body. Unbeknownst to you, John's resolve had been steeled.

As you slept, John quietly slipped away, his footsteps echoing with purpose as he made his way towards your ex's location. The darkness of the night seemed to amplify the intensity of his emotions. Anger simmered beneath his stoic exterior, a force ready to be unleashed upon the person who had dared to threaten the newfound happiness he shared with you.

John's arrival sent a shockwave through your ex's world. The smug arrogance that had permeated his messages quickly evaporated as he realized the true extent of John's determination. Fear replaced bravado, and he attempted to escape from the formidable soldier who now stood before him.

But there was no escape. John, fueled by a protective instinct, pursued your ex relentlessly, his presence an indomitable force that left no room for evasion. "Text my girl ever again and oh boy you wish your mom never gave birth to you" Cornered and overwhelmed, your ex succumbed to his fear and fled, leaving behind the remnants of a broken ego.

As John returned to your side, a mix of relief and admiration washed over him. The confrontation had served its purpose: to ensure your safety and send a clear message to anyone who dared to threaten your peace of mind.

You awoke to find John by your side, his features softened by the moonlight that filtered through the window. His eyes met yours, filled with a blend of tenderness and determination.

"He won't bother you again," John assured you, his voice unwavering. "I'll always protect you, no matter what."

In that moment, as you gazed into the depths of John's unwavering devotion, you knew that you were not alone. With him by your side, you felt a renewed sense of strength and security.

John Price

You had tried to move on from the toxic relationship that had left scars on your heart. But your ex refused to let go, bombarding you with text messages that ranged from desperate pleas to borderline threats. Each message chipped away at your sense of peace and security.

One evening, as you sat with John, sharing the burden of your past, a notification flashed across your phone screen. The words that appeared before you were a cruel reminder of the darkness that still lingered.

Who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?

Your heart sank as you realized John had caught a glimpse of the message. The look in his eyes, a mix of concern and anger, mirrored the tumultuous emotions raging within you.

John's voice was steady, but determination laced his words. "Baby, I can't stand by and let this continue. He needs to understand that his behavior is unacceptable and that he must leave you alone."

A mix of fear and relief washed over you, knowing that John would go to such lengths to protect you. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "I want to move on and leave this behind. But it’s getting so difficult" All night he did nothing but hold you as you cried because the memories kept adding up. And John did nothing but kiss and hold you the entire night.

The next morning, as the sun painted the sky with shades of gold, John prepared to leave for what appeared to be a simple grocery shopping.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you waited, anxiety and anticipation mingling within you. Hours passed and just when doubt threatened to seep into your thoughts, you heard the familiar sound of John's footsteps approaching the door.

His face bore the signs of a confrontation, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and determination. John took you in his arms, holding you tightly, as if to shield you from the remnants of the past that clung to your spirit.

"He won't bother you again" he whispered, his voice filled with an unyielding resolve. "I made it clear that his actions were unacceptable. He knows the consequences if he dares to cross that line." and you knew that he went over and made it clear to him to never text you ever again.

Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of gratitude and relief streaming down your cheeks. You gazed into John's eyes, overwhelmed by the love and protection he offered so selflessly.

"I don't know how to thank you, John," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "You've given me a sense of safety and peace that I thought I had lost forever."

His grip tightened, his voice a comforting reassurance. "You don't have to thank me, my love. It's what love does. It protects and empowers. I won't let anyone hurt you, not while I'm here."

Kyle Garrick

You stood there, reading the text messages that illuminated your phone screen, each word like a dagger to your heart. The messages from your ex, filled with desperation and anger were a painful reminder of a past you desperately wanted to forget. His words were like poison, seeping into your thoughts and threatening to unravel the happiness you had found with Kyle. The man you want to share your life with.

Just as you were about to put your phone away, hoping to bury the unsettling messages deep within your mind, you heard a gasp from behind you. Turning, you saw Kyle, his eyes fixated on the screen, his face a mix of concern and anger.

"Love?" he murmured, his voice laced with sympathy and a fire burning within, "I didn't realize you were going through this. I'm so sorry."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, the pain of the messages threatening to overwhelm you. But Kyle, ever the steadfast protector, closed the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you in a comforting embrace.

His words, infused with a fierce protectiveness, resonated within you. As he held you close, you felt a sense of safety and reassurance wash over you, erasing the fear and uncertainty that had plagued your heart.

Days passed and Kyle prepared for his next mission, a dangerous assignment that would take him away from you for a while. But before he left, he made a promise to himself, and to you. He would confront your ex, ensuring that he never dared to disturb your peace again.

As he set out on his mission, he carried with him the weight of your trust and the burning desire to protect you from harm. And when the time came, bruised and battered, he sought out your ex, determined to make him understand the consequences of his actions.

Face to face, Kyle confronted the man who had caused you so much pain, his eyes ablaze with an unwavering resolve. Your ex, taken aback by the sight of Kyle's injuries, cowered before him, realizing the severity of his actions. He pleaded for mercy, promising to leave you alone for good.

Kyle’s voice filled with an authority that brooked no argument, made it clear that any further harassment or threat would be met with severe consequences.

When he finally returned home, weary but determined, you met him at the door. The weight of the past seemed to dissolve as he enveloped you in his arms, the warmth of his embrace erasing the remnants of fear and doubt. In that moment, you knew that together, you could face anything.

After seeing him all bruised up but with a smile on his face, you couldn’t help but jump into his arms. In his embrace, you found healing. The scars of the past fading into insignificance compared to the love that bloomed between you. Together, you would face the challenges that lay ahead, fortified by the strength of your bond and the knowledge that no matter what, you were not alone.

[rat-rambles]

Ok we have to talk about the parallels of bill and gideon because I've seen no one do it and there's a lot. Like, gideon is to bill what stan is to Mable and Ford is to dipper. This parallel includes bill and ford's relationship compared to gideon and Mabel's because there are parallels. I will mention how this pertains to billford. This will be long. Book of bill spoilars obvously.

A couple ground rules I have screen shots but only from the parts uploaded to YouTube because I'm sick and not dealing with Disney pluss for this. 2 we're takeing the way this show uses parallels for granted and it's worth mentioning stan, Ford and bill are the bad ending for the pines and Mable dipper and gideon are the good end hence gideon getting redeemed and Ford haveing to suffer thinking stan was functionaly dead for like a few days or something. So yes they are diffrent and there diffreces are thematically important and intentionally nothing in this franchise is an accident and where working with that primis. Lastly, in the book of Bill, I'm assuming that pages from the journal are real and unaltered along with documents. The only thing I will take as true from bill in the book are things backed by other non bill sorces or the show witch I'll cite when we get there strap in.

Luts start easy

1)

Don't mind YouTube auto captions

I'll take over gravity falls and you'll rule with me

2

The outher pine punchs leading to a blue explosion and the thought that oh they might die they didn't.

3)

I couldn't find the one of bill holding them but you know the one

Ok time to get a little harder now

4)

Oh I've hit the photo limit becuse I'm on my phone and like I said I'm sick so I'm not moving but we all remember when gideon and Mable were like "opera glasses" in sync

At the beginning of their friendship, they both show their bonding into deeper feelings for each other by saying the same thing at the same time.

5)

Giddeon also blames dipper for Mable breaking up with him and bill blames stan for getting between him and Ford, also his plans in the book of Bill.

Ok I think that's enough evidence now let me tell you why this is important, starting with their timeliness.

1) villain becomes friends with pines.

2) villain offers pines everything they want (Mable clothes and glitter Ford knowledge of the univers)

3) villain trys to manipulate

4) the split

Mable eventually learns to reject gideon when he gets between her and dipper (by trying to kill him)

Ford at first is completely gungho about bills plan (yes at this point he still wants what bill is offering and gideon dint but he also dint have his sibling to talk him down and that's the point that Ford was vunerable without Stanly to protect him like dipper protected Mable by interfering). When Ford sees bills true nature he dose cut it off like Mable ( as far as wether or not ford is actually into bill romantically using this lens you can go both ways but it kind of dosnt matter. Either he didn't like bill and didn't see that he was uping the romance the way Mable dint see what gideon was doing at first. Or he did see and either willfully played along or was genuinely into the triangle becuase agin old pines are the bad ending that made bad choices. The old men's mistakes are to be learned from kids.)

5) villain react violently

When gidion trys to take Mable by force a thing gideon says bill explained to him (Bill told him to do the love cage same as in the book same as the pyramid in the show) dipper saves her becuse twins that stay together stay alive.

Ford gets solidly mind tortured for what I assume is a couple weeks in the book of bill. ( based on one of the postit note back and forward was every night that's about 6 days and there's about 6 days of mind shanigans recorded after I might have miss counted though) Ford FINALLY calls stan who saves him... by acidently pushing him through a portal, well it works.

6) villain is PISSED and ups the anti by trying to take over gravity falls (wow that's crazy it happend twice ).

7) they resync here villain says their favorite Pines is the love of their life we'll rule together over gravity falls (wether they like it or not)

8) the twin comes to save the villains favorite pines and they punch the shit out of the villain.

9 the pines learn a lesson of twins who stick together stay alive

Now for my point

So besides I think this is some killer writing. I am going to be anoying now becuse yes Bill haveing a fat crush on Ford is cannon and yeah I think that's a big deal because Alex made my queer coded villain king actually queer and that's just deeply cool. Alex set up a standard for what toxic men pursuing a unrequited relationship is and then had Bill do that that's not a acident and the doubling down in the book of bill adding more parallels than we already had from the show witch was alot makes this cristal clear. Now agin how Ford felt we can go back and forward about, but bill no that bitch gay sorry; our god Alex decreed it and there's nothing you can do about it. Thanks for reading K thanks Bye

Special thanks to my crazy girlfriend for editing this 😅 yes it was worse

[zionanelequaso]

I’ve already decided I’m yapping. batman x bill cipher lore BEAM!!!!

warnings: yaoi, gravity falls spoilers, angst, yaoi, yaoi, did i mention yaoi, tbob spoilers(???)

okay. so. all the shit in gravity falls IS canon, but after stan punched bill into oblivion, bill met the axolotl and they made a deal. if bill somehow redeemed himself to the point of at least only being a little prankster, the axolotl would send him back to earth. so, the axolotl sent him to the theraprism, where 1 second in our world is 100 years there (this comes in handy for me). I still haven’t decided how many seconds in our world he was in there.

eventually he managed to redeem himself to the point of just being a mischievous being. so, the axolotl decided to send him somewhere that wasn’t gravity falls so he could have time to choose if he wanted to say sorry or not (keep this in mind). also bill got his powers back because the axolotl was feeling nice. bill got sent to gotham, and was just floating around before he met Batman. Immediately, he was quite enamored! having long moved on from ford (somehow.), he decided to start watching batman like a hawk. and follow him everywhere. and I mean everywhere. from the start, he knew Batman was bruce, yes, but he didn’t let him know that until the second time they crossed paths. yes, the second. so then, when batman was like “wait what” he went “ok so now you know I know who you are I’m gonna follow you like everywhere mk??” and for some reason, bruce (i switch between calling him either batman or bruce it just depends on how I feel okay) could find himself taking a slight “liking” to bill as well.

spoiler alert, they do get freaky on multiple occasions I’m just not writing about that stuff because I’m a minrorooririijhehjdjshdjia. leave that to your imagination FREAKS!!! (the only reason I’ve even included this fact is because I’m hypersexual!!! I won’t talk about them actually being freaks I’ll just include suggestive stuff leave me alone!!! [sorry I feel the need to apologize and explain myself a lot ok])

okay so there are multiple different ways this can go, but I mostly include 2 (with an occasional secret 3rd and 4th option)

option 1 which is actually the secret third option: since I haven’t watched or read anything with genuinely serious robins + I love love love silly robin with all my heart and soul, there’s this one, where robin (based off of Lego robin) has to just watch bill go BAZINGA over batman and be very confused.

option 2 which is actually the secret 4th option: everything basically stays the same, except ford somehow also got sent to gotham by the axolotl (with intent of having bill and ford meet up or something to see how bill reacts.) depending on how you’d feel, they can either meet pre-batman and get their yaoi back, or stanford can meet joker, have yaoi with that guy, meet bill and go “fuck off,” or they can just never meet and at some point stanford gets super close to redeeming joker. this part is a big joke my friend from school made that I expanded on but I think it’s super funny

option 3: everything stays the same, it’s just bill, batman, and the rogues.

option 4: bill comes in contact with the Justice league and somehow becomes a part of them. not explicitly, but yk he’s just there. this is probably my favorite

so, however this goes, there will always be a thing where bill gets sent back to gravity falls WITH batman (and others, depending on which interpretation you’re talking about [UNLESS you’re talking about the thing where stanford and bill DO cross paths]), and dipper gets the whole fam out, stanford tells batman everything, and bill just LOSES IT.

everything he’s worked for, just gone down the drain.

so, he can either become evil again and have to get ANOTHER redemption arc (but this time without the axolotl), or he can have a breakdown on the spot and beg for forgiveness.

if you choose the first option, he will get forgiven by his peers, but the pines family will still be wary. also, he’ll get the fuck out of gravity falls as soon as he can

if you choose the second option, bruce can either forgive him or not forgive him, which then evolves into either the 1st option or even more of a breakdown until either the 1st option or batman forgives him. that make sense??

and that’s basically it! here’s some stuff about bill

1. he actually did care about stanford or something in the past, he just felt like he had to purposefully hurt him so it wouldn’t have to be on accident (like his family)

2. he finally learned how to not feel the need to push people away!! yay!!!

3. he would get married to bruce. this is canon I’m bill’s 3rd eyelash

I wonder how alex hirsch would feel if he knew that someone out there shipped bill cipher x batman. that someone is me.

also jfc that was a lot more than I was expecting but it was super fun to write!!

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Surprise

Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol x GN! Reader

Description: BSD! Nikolai Gogol is interested in the 'real-world' Nikolai Gogol. One day, he said he need your help.

Set after BSD gang got into the real world.

Fluff.

Warning: OOC, English is my second language.

Sequel to Shopping trip (What is cosplay?)

You are sure in three things. First, Earth is round. Second, gravity is a cruel force. Third, among your new friends/roommates/family members, Nikolai Gogol is the one, who is most interested in his real world counterpart.

Ever since BSD gang got into your world, Gogol has been searching for bits and pieces of information about your world's Nikolai Gogol. Well, to be fair, everyone has been looking for any info about their real world counterparts. But Nikolai was doing it more often than others.

 According to Fyodor, Gogol has started his search back in the app, when they only gained access to the Internet from your world. What was the reason for Gogol's interest? His answer was 'Simple curiosity'.

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"[Y/N]! Birdy! I need your help!"

 Gogol almost barked in your ear.

You made an inarticulate sound, then dropped the box of cookies (you got them for Sigma) from your hands, spun in place and stared at Nikolai. You were breathing heavily, he scared you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the familiar golden glow of The Overcoat. In just one moment, the box of cookies was in Gogol's hands. He looked pleased with your reaction.

You glare at Gogol. You almost growl.

"Kolya! Did you really need to scare me like this?"

Ok, to be fair, white-haired male looked a little bit apologetic.

"Sorry, didn't mean to," In a second his expression become amused. "But, I must say, your reaction was priceless. Are you always reacting like this when you are scared? Maybe, we should watch horror film together?"

Gogol grinned and leaned closer to you. You looked at him with an expressionless look and booped his nose. 

Gogol wrinkled his nose, let out a chuckle and, after using "The Overcoat" again, put the box of cookies on the kitchen table. 

"Fine, will try not to scare you next time. But I really need your help."

Still a little bit grumpy, you raised an eyebrow.

"With what exactly?"

Nikolai scratched the back of his head and, a little embarrassed, muttered. 

"It's my turn to go to the mall. Can you please go with me? I still not very fond of the place after my last shopping trip."

Okay, you weren't petty, no, but you can't miss this opportunity.

"I told you to wear a disguise! And what did you say?" you tried your best in imitating Gogol's voice. "I want the rest of the free world to accept free me! My clothes also part of my freedom."

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It's been three months since BSD gang got into your world. During this three months, BSD gang were exploring your world. By exploring, they mean they were going with you on shopping trips, to the cinema, to the park and so on. Thankfully, Fitzgerald, somehow, manage to "move" his money from the app world to yours. And BSD Gang were in the process of creating ID's and other documents, so they can blend into your world society. Most of the characters already has it covered. They tried to find a job. Fitzgerald was one of the "prepared characters". And he brought a new house. Large enough to contain all of you. As he promised. So, at least, you shouldn't worry about money problems.

Two months ago, Gogol said, that he wanted to go with you to the mall. It wasn't the problem. But Gogol, who decide to go to the mall in his normal attire, was The Problem. You tried to convince him to change his clothes, to disguise himself. He didn't listen.

What should be a simple shopping trip to the mall became a "Take a Photo with a Cool Cosplayer" thing. Many people wanted to take a photo with Gogol. Some people called him a freak. One 'Karen' hit Gogol with her shopping bag, for been a 'satanist, who watched Chinese porn cartoons' and useless member of society'. At the end, you and Gogol go back home. The day was ruined. Since then, Gogol refused to go to the mall.

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Gogol glared at you, but, you have already known him good enough, not to be afraid of his glare. Nikolai huffed, but nodded, agreeing with you.

"Yes, I know. I should have listened to you. So... Will you go with me?"

You nodded. It's not like you have something to do. And, besides, you loved spending time with BSD gang. 

Nikolai grinned and clasped your palms in his. His hands were warm, you can feel it even though the gloves.

"Thanks, [Y/N], give me a moment to disguise myself."

Gogol let go of your hands and quickly went to his room.

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You were waiting for Gogol near the front door. Soon he appeared. Instead of his normal clothes, he was wearing a simple brown coat, white shirt and black pants. His hair was still white, but, with a few hairpins, he made it look shorter. His scar was also covered. Gogol looked at you, like he was asking, 'How do I look?' You give him a thumbs up. Nikolai grinned. You take your backpack, Gogol takes some shopping bags and both of you left the house.

The walk to the mall was pleasant. Kolya and you were talking about many different things. Mostly, about your world. And Gogol wanting to be a performer.

"Kolya, I do know, that with your ability you can make a magic trick with sewing person in half more... interesting, but, I don't think the audience will like it." 

Gogol playfully pocked your cheek.

"Come on, Birdy, don't be a killjoy!"

"I am not been a killjoy, I just don't think that it will be suitable for a magical show for kids!" you looked at Nikolai. He gazed archly at you. Realizing your mistake, you cover your face with your hand. "You are messing with me, aren't you?"

Gogol leaned closer, you can feel his warm breath on your ear.  "What give you this idea, [Y/N]?" 

You blushed and start walking faster. You still heard Gogol's quiet laugh. 

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When you reach the mall, Gogol turned towards you and asked.

"Hey, [Y/N], is it okay, if I buy something in other shop before we go in food supermarket?"

You nodded and wanted to follow him, but Gogol put a hand on your shoulder. 

"Sorry, but I want to go by my own. Please, wait for me."

He didn't wait for your answer, and disappeared from your sight. You signed and looked around. You noticed a bookstore near you. You decide to take a look. 

You were simply looking at the bookshelf, when you noticed a familiar name.

Nikolai Gogol. "The Overcoat. Petersburg Tales"

You take a book from the shelf and open it. There were six novels by Nikolai Gogol. After thinking about it, you decide to purchase the book. Nikolai was interested in his prototype. Maybe, he would be interested in reading his works.

You manage to buy a book, hide it in your backpack and return to your meeting spot right before Gogol return. He was holding a full shopping bag. 

"Have you bought everything you want?" you asked. Gogol nodded.

"Yes. Well, let's go and get groceries."

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Day was pleasant. You two got groceries and grab a bite in the Food Court. You were enjoying yourself. Gogol was a nice enough company.

You got back home in the evening. After putting grosseris to the refrigerator, you take a book you have bought earlier. You called.

"Kolya?"

Nikolai hummed, looking at you. You handed him a book.

"Here, for you."

Gogol takes the book from you. His grin became bigger. He quickly put the book away. One moment later, he crashed you in his embrace. He was warm. You feel his breath on the top of your head.

"Thank you, Birdy, I appreciate it."

You gently pet his back.

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A few days have passed since your trip to the mall. All this time Gogol was distant. He spent most of his time in his room. 

You tried to invite him to go for a walk with Kouyou and you, but he refused. He said, he has something important to do.

After a few more days, Gogol approach you himself. He was holding a gift box in his hand.

Gogol wink and give the box to you.

"There, for you."

You opened it. There was a scarf inside. You carefully take it from the box. Scarf was soft. It seems, he was handmade. Gogol's voice was calm and soft.

"I learned that Gogol from this world liked needlework. So, I sewed this scarf myself. Bought the materials when we were in the mall. By the way, tonight's dinner is also made by me. This world's Gogol loved and can cook. I made dumplings."

You smile and hugged Gogol. You whisper.

 "Thank you, Kolya"

 Gogol smiles.

 "You are welcome, Birdy."

After a moment of silence, you asked.

"Hey, Kolya, want to read the book I gave you earlier together? After dinner, in your room?"

Gogol's eyes shine with happiness:

"Will be glad to do it, [Y/N]."

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After the dinner, Gogol and you went to his room. Together, you were reading the book you gifted Gogol. You were holding a book in your hands. You were sitting on Gogol's lap, with your back pressed against his chest. Kolya laid his head on your shoulder. He read aloud. The scarf he gave you was tied around your neck. You snuggle closer to Nikolai. You feel happy. 

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A/N: "Petersburg Tales" - name for a six Gogol novels. The main idea of this novels - 'small person'. The novels are "The Nose", "Nevsky Prospect", "The Overcoat", "Diary of Madman", "The Carriage" and "The Portrait".

The facts about Gogol are true. Nikolai Vasilyevich loved niddlework. He made scarfs for himself and dresses for his sisters. He also loved treating his friends with homemade cooking. Dumplings were one of the best Gogol's dishes.

[nutterzebutters]

I have a take to share about cookie run kingdom, now that I've gone through the store and essentially analyzed everything that I can and I'd like to remind ppl of something very important (which means this post isn't a thesis about the update as a whole but a specific detail) when it comes to accepting the gravity of the story, and this is directed at "lily is dark enchantress" deniers.

I better not see another person say that Lily is not dark enchantress, to disassociate dark Enchantress from Lily as De does in the story

De does so bc she sees lily as weak and a failure to her own goals, there is a ton of self-loathing. I genuinely don't think that attitude about these two cookies is meant to be performed by us, the players. That is dark enchantress's job, our job is to recognize that dark enchantress may deny it all she wants but it's still an irrefutable truth. They truly are more similar than what meets the eye.

"you can't completely subscribe dark and chantress's actions to Lily" is something I see a lot and now that we have been presented with the evidence that dark enchantress is truly a vile person here and there's absolutely nothing to glorify about her savior speak I feel the need to remind us all that the entire concept of the perfect cookie stemmed from lily, the purpose of seeking power to use it for her goals stemmed from Lily, regardless of who it hurts even after a countless patterns being told that she shouldn't have continued. It does not take a genius to see that a lot of dark enchantress's actions have parallels to Lily's own, and it's perfectly understandable why somebody might label lily as horrible for this bc shes exactly where it started regardless.

There is no evidence that dark Enchantress was just something trapped inside Lily that seeked to get out (as if it was a completely different entity inside her that happened to take the opportunity of baking its own body in the ultimate dough)

There's only ever evidence that dark enchantress is Lily's "darkness" that has gotten out of control, that has been festering for however long and possibly the exact thing that pure vanilla feared way back in the academy. Which can create another reason that pure vanilla blames himself for dark enchantress's creation, because she proves all of his worst fears about Lily's method of actions true- I feel like we as a community need to remember that just because a character we like does something irredeemable doesn't mean we have to deny it. It's still ok to love them AND acknowledge that maybe they're a little whack and should not be encouraged whatsoever.

I'm speaking from the point of view of watching people at the time of the golden cheese Kingdom update switch up on "dark enchantress is lily" the second that they showed something she should be held accountable for. Conveniently forgetting that she did the same exact thing to vanilla's Kingdom prior and only ever reacting to cheeses bc it held more weight in detail. Yes, I agree that white lily is an excellent but accidental representation of what BPD can be, but I am finding that this is often used as an excuse for comfort more than it is acknowledged and actually looked at- it's perfectly okay to want to have a character appeal to a general audience a lot more, but I don't think we should be changing what makes the character the character in the first place - I will assume you never really liked the true character to begin with

On another note, when it comes to Lily's flaws a lot of them really do relate to silence, being complacent or even avoidant on matters that should have taken more priority or care. Being in her own little bubble all the time contributes to this, as it created such a disconnect between her and pure vanilla alone. Dark enchantress on the other hand, way more direct. This is a very key difference and something that should remind us that yes, there are very big differences. Just as there are very big similarities. The idea of building a perfect world was always something lily wanted, her life spent doing so will obviously shape the actions and thought process that dark enchantress has, aka the thought process of the cookie that was literally born from Lily's own dough and soul. This is not to say she's not on the path to redemption, because I do believe there is room for growth, it's only unfortunate that it happens after it's been too late to perform any harm reduction on the initial impact. I would like to believe her arc with silent salt will pave the way for a better Lily, perhaps even a better relationship with pure vanilla (possibly romantically if we get any substance on the two beforehand to build up to it, as her silence/bystander nature in ever responding to pure vanillas efforts to keep her safe is a big issue as well)

I'd like to believe the arc might bring her out of a lot of the self-pity attitude that she currently has, and make her more active in tackling more complex matters within herself. Remember, as evidence stands dark enchantress is a very current version of Lily, while the Lily that we have is a preserved shard reanimated that was saved from the past and now has the opportunity to deviate and make a new, different future than the one currently belonging to dark enchantress (which is another reason I think it's important to accept that DEs actions can be completely subscribed to lily, and at the very least do not deny that Lily is dark enchantress, because then it denies room for any growth on Lily's end)

When it comes to her relationship with someone like pv, It's possible she did not like her persistent and direct companion at first but whatever the case is he did eventually grow on her and that's an undeniable fact. It's also what happens to make the conflict of being dark enchantress so interesting- because she straight up wants to kill him. I have a small theory that dark enchantress could feel Lily's love even through the transformation, and she seeks to kill that. I believe it's also perfectly reasonable to say that for how strong Lily loved the traits for pure vanilla, is exactly how much dark Enchantress hates them as shown in ep 10. Like how she hates his smile the most, and yet Lily is extremely fond of it, his face and his nature.

That's all I just wanted to rant, the update reminded me that a lot of people can be very stubborn when it comes to their faves which is so damn understandable, but it's also extremely important to know that your fave can be problematic, they can be labeled toxic, and that's perfectly ok! Just like it's okay to like a character that can be all those things as long as you have a good understanding on what those things mean for the character. I love her writing, and because of that I have a love-hate relationship with pure lily as a ship, as I can separate her writing from who she is as a person, which is actually abysmal atm. Like she cares, and it's very clear that pure vanilla rubbed off on her and taught her a lot of the kindness she now demonstrates as she mimics him frequently (admiration ofc)

[omghallucinations]

aries moon

alongside virgo rising this is my white whale of i feel like people get her wrong (also houses especially the 11th, but not the point rn)

i often see, and have in past even thought, "omg felix is an aries moon, weird! not what i would've thought! doesn't make sense!" but yes it does because

an aries moon is a baby that you should not cross*

*how much and why you should not cross the baby is heavily dependent on other chart factors (as is the moon itself, aspects with other planets or houses could make the moon much less obviously aries moon-y)

an aries sun is often A Lot, assertive, jump don't look, full of life, leader, etc (dependent on chart factors) but an aries moon is completely different because. and this might shock you. the sun is not the moon. i know that sounds obvious but when i really thought about what that meant in practice my astro vision changed like i got supersight

your sun is your ego in an earth-sense, your self-expression, it's bright you see its influence bc it's shining on everything, although it's not like. inside of things. it heats things up, it lights or shadows things, it is the force around which everything else rotates, but it's not inside of things. it's a big part of who you are and you both need it to grow and grow towards it (bc the sun isn't necessarily who you always are automatically, we all gotta grow bud)--but it's not what drives or sets off your actions and reactions

your moon is your ego in a soul-sense, what makes you feel safe, your security, ur emotions but like ur therapy emotions the ones that fuck u up or save you or both. those kneejerk subconscious reactions. you feel the moon's influence because it's pulling on the water in your body and making animals and children act up it's specific to you and probably causing a lot of unconscious compulsive behavior

if you are born on idk the 8th of june or the 9th of june or the 10th of june you will have a gemini sun, the degree will change by like 2 max, but there will be like 3 or 4 moons that will be possibilities and within each day you can have dozens of different aspects to the moon. this is what i mean by more specific to you

ur sun is very important, again with the shining and the revolving around, but your moon is the one that's making you act up. she ain't changin much. ur sun evolves with you and you evolve with it, but ur moon... you gotta learn to live and work with her my friend!!

aries is the start of the zodiac. it's the baby. it's so excited to be there and express itself. it's cardinal (action, starting) fire (passion, creation). it's the spark. but while it is pretty logical and easy to understand for the sun to be in a fire sign, lighting up and heating and gravity-ing all around it, well an aries moon is gonna have that spark and fire pulling on their insides.

another metaphor--you know how when a baby or a little kid experiences an emotion or a sensation for the first time and it is clearly insane to them, they can't process it, they have to be soothed right now they're gonna react huge (for a good reason!!! what a crazy thing to experience for the first time and most of them can't talk yet!)--this is aries moon.

instincts, full of life, imagination, searching, discovering. a kind of innocence and brightness. they gotta do stuff. you ever try to make a toddler sit still for an hour? hell no, they're gonna pull on every cabinet door until something happens. they're gonna touch everything in the room. action/starting things/injecting some life in there (whatever that means to each person) is how they feel safe.

some known or likely aries moons:

stray kids felix, ateez jongho, seventeen woozi

bts jin, bts taehyung, blackpink rosé

ok i got tired of finding photos, but also seventeen jun, enhypen jake, daniel radcliffe, mitch marner off hockey, charles leclerc off f1 and more! but do you see what i mean?

there are a lot of things that change the way any moon will express itself, some people's moons are more hidden/shielded and no one has the same aspects/house/etc but fundamentally aries moons all have this need to explore and experience and act and move and do things. this can often express like:

reacting with big startling pure feelings

gotta find meaning and excitement

drive, urgency

brave, almost in an innocent foolhardy way like baby doesn't understand fire hot kind of mood.

really creative (starting fire)

needs praise and enthusiastic acceptance of their unique identity

and also a baby. things seem new to them. they have a little bit of that "baby tries (new food) for the first time" energy in their subconscious and/or their emotions.

some aries moons are new baby (felix) or baby with an old soul (taehyung's moon conjunct his south node gives him how u say le past life memories) but they are all baby you should not cross. maybe u shouldn't cross them because they can actually kill you (jongho) or because someone else will kill you (felix, although i feel like if he applied himself he could also kill you) but either way, just a good plan not to cross them.

i think aries sun (especially since the sun is exalted in aries) is such a powerful character and often obvious in the people who are aries suns (like, blackpink lisa or kiss of life julie) that it makes it easy to mistake aries the sign as just aries sun. moon in aries sun. venus in aries sun. that's why it seems confusing that ateez yeosang is an aries rising--we think of aries rising just as aries sun, but it's very different. does that make sense at all idk

one astrology book i read said that the signs were like ingredients, but the way they're prepared is totally different. so like, if aries is salt, salt in a savory dish comes out very different than salt in chocolate chip cookies. i remember the author saying it was the "danger of cookbook style astrology" and lol what i just did was essentially cookbook style astrology (moon in aries is never just moon in aries, it's moon in aries in house aspected to planets in sign in house, etc) but maybe it still worked for you lmao

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Dreaming of You; Dreaming of Fairy tale

Request: @valeriele3

Have you heard about what others says about "your Dream boy/dream Girl"? Be realistic as the man and woman of your dream is nothing but an illusion made by your lonely mind. So wake up and stop dreaming of what if and make it a reality."

He said to you with soft smile, staring at you with his [???] Eyes that seems to reflect your image alone. As he lay lazily against the tree branch.

You wonder how ethereal person can exist. He chuckle as your silly face your making as he reach out to flick your forehead--

.

.

"aww!!" You felt pain as someone wakes you up from day dreaming and you glared at your friend who raise his hand up in defense. "The teacher is asking for your papers.. geez..." Mao your classmate and close friend said as you realize his holding a stock of papers.

His probably task to collect the papers and seeing that almost no one is around but you and him. Means you were the last one to have your paper collected. "Don't copy my answer ok or I will bother your work so you will not finish anything done >:((" you joked making him laugh as you pass your papers. He looks at your papers and he suddenly looks modified.

"MC, why did you draw instead of writing your essay? Your going to fail so bad if you don't take this seriously..." He sigh as he show you the art you made. It was an image of someone with face not drawing holding his arm to you under the moonlight. "Gasp. Who draw this?!" You were shocked to see it and take it from mao hand who sign at your reaction.

"*Sigh... I guess I'll stay late to help you." Mao smiled at you as he take the seat in front of you and start to tap the table and you give him a look and went back to your seat. Excited that your friend is going to teach you about the lesson you barely understand. Cause of daydreaming.

While studying with your friend, you told him about the person in your dream. He listen to your story and wonder if you have some huge imagination or not.

Since he felt the characteristics of the dream boy of yours is similar to someone he knows. With those thoughts in mind he suddenly become mick. "Do you like the person in your dream?" Mao ask you as you tried to fry your brain to write the essay for the third question.

"Huh? I don't know. Probably! Since I don't really find interest in people around me to stop day dreaming of what if..." You don't notice the way his face drop at your words as your eyes focus in your papers.

"Ehh~ but there's bunch of interesting fellow out there!" He laugh his pain away. Chuckling as he press his side to stop himself from reacting out what he really felt inside. "Are there really?" You look up to him with eyes full of wonder. he suddenly cannot find his words as you lean close to him trying to see why his fidgeting like his being bitten by fire ants.

"What's wrong mao?" You ask him as he back away as far as he can with his chair till he gets knock off his chair and almost hit his head if not for you, holding his hand to stable his gravity.

"That was close call!" You pulled him up back to his feet .

"..." He stayed silent for a moment. You wonder what's wrong with him. "Hey--"

"MAO!!! YOU SAID YOULL TREAT US!" Subaru comes running in with a door slam. "Akehoshi!!" Hokke comes trailing in from the door, in shock what Subaru just did, disturbing a moment at that. "Shut up hokke." With bright smile Soob run toward you two after giving a look at his leader.

"Heyyy. You can come with us too, MC~" soob made sure to cover for his buddy as he dragged you out from the room. Leaving mao and hokke who give an apologetic look at his friend. "I tried to stop him. Sorry."

"Geez... So you two where spying..." Mao felt his legs give way as he held his cheeks and wonder what will he do with a hopeless fool like you who can't notice him? Ah... Such a distress.

...

In the other side. A black haired knight stared at a ghost who disappear from his sight. A silly ghost friend of his that comes and go to bother him. Yet he don't feel that it's such a bother.

A soft smile appear in his face as he look up to the beautiful full moon with his dazzling red eyes. He wonder if his going a little bit crazy to imagine things awake. Yet... He can't wait to see that silly ghost friend of his.

Table of Content

Reality Notes:

CHAPTER ONE

Dream notes:

[slayfics]

Behind the Mask

Inosuke x Reader

Inosuke has finally come back from his mission, and you become overwhelmed with his return.

Chapter 8

Another day had passed since your conversation with Mitsuri. You promised her you’d tell Inosuke your true feelings if he ever made it back from the entertainment district. You had to admit it gave your stomach butterflies thinking about it but mostly you were beginning to feel it was impossible that he would even make it back.

They had not gone into the entertainment district with the knowledge that an upper demon was there… Inosuke and the two other boys were no match for an upper demon even with Tengen at their side. You started to remember all the Hashira and demon slayers that had fallen to the hands of an upper demon.

You tried to shake off the thought… it was much nicer to imagine Inosuke coming back and you having to fulfill our promise to Mitsuri. After all, if you didn’t tell him Mitsuri said she would… and the thought of her close to Inosuke made you shudder for some reason. Just as you shivered a crow landed next to you and screeched.

“CRITICALLLY INJURED DEMON SLAYERS ARRIVING!”

That had to be them you thought and took off to the entrance. There was quite a crowd waiting to welcome and see the demon slayers arriving. Among the crowd was Shinobu and Mitsuri. Everyone was eager to hear of their battle with an upper demon and see who, if anyone, had survived. The clean-up brigade came through the door.

You pushed through the crowd to get a better look, the sight you saw made your heart drop. It felt as if your whole body went into shock. Inosuke and the other two boys had survived… but barely. All three boys looked as though they were a breath away from death but were refusing to give up.

You felt your feet begin to run before you knew what you were doing. It was as though your body had a mind of its own breaking into a full sprint. Relief washed over you of seeing him alive but deep sorrow hit at the same time seeing the state he was in.

You stopped in front of Inosuke who was barely conscious. You threw his mask on top of his head. He looked up and you noticed the recognition in his eyes, but he didn’t have much energy to react to your sudden moments. Before you could think about what you were doing you passionately pressed your lips to his while wrapping your arms around him.

“Oh my.” You heard Shinobu exclaim from the crowd.

“I’m so proud of you!” Mitsuri yelled. “Isn't love wonderful!” She said grabbing her hands in front of her chest.

He was warm and surprisingly soft. You felt all the anxieties you had been experiencing melt away. You would have liked to stay in his embrace longer but you heard him grunt in pain and were reminded of the state he was in. You pulled away to see Inosuke looking a bit more alert and with a grin on his face.

“I told you I would come back.” He said as his mask fell back down over his face.

The gravity of what you had done started to set in. You quickly became aware of the crowd around that had witnessed you run up and kiss Inosuke. You felt your cheeks begin to get warm, but however much embarrassment you were feeling now was worth it. Inosuke had liked it.

You stood frozen unsure of what to do next and paralyzed by the intensity of the emotions running through you. Just then you heard a voice and were greatly appreciative of the interruption to the scene you had just created.

"Well, it looks like these three boys are in immediate need of some cleaning up. Don't you think Shinobu?" Mitsuri said.

"Oh yes". Shinobu agreed.

"You heard her! Why don't you take that swordsmen to the baths to get cleaned up. Looks like he'll need some help." Mitsuri suggested. As she moved closer to you she whispered "There you two can be alone for a bit. You can thank me later ok." She winked.

Shinobu squinted her eyes suspiciously but did not object. "Just make sure you're letting him rest, he already looks on the brink of death." She said and moved off to help the other two.

You didn't think it was possible to feel any more embarrassed than you already did. THE BATHS??? You're supposed to take him there and help?? The thought made your knees weak, and what exactly was Shinobu insinuating about letting him rest??

"Ok off you go, no time to waste!" Mitsuri said and motioned to the direction of the baths.

[pannman]

This started off as a one-shot but I got too invested in the story so if it does well then keep an eye out for more chapters

Dad Swap

Chapter 1

Stolas sat in bed waiting for Blitz to come join him for some cuddles. He heard Blitz on the phone.

"Yeah, Loony poo just wanted to say goodnight. Don't stay up too late and tuck yourself in for me ok? I'll be back to give you twice as much bedtime kisses tomo-"

Blitz was cut off by Loona screaming into the phone at him in annoyance. Blitz took it like a champ. But he didn't acknowledge her behavior and simply brushed it off. "Okay, okay goodnight sweetie love you"

Stolas was a bit shocked at Blitz's lack of response to Loonas negative behavior. Octavia was in her egdy teen years and she never spoke to him like that. Still he didn't wish to push parenting advice on Blitz. "She's the best" Blitz spoke as if Stolas had heard a completely different conversation than he did. He decided to ask.

"Why does she yell at you like that?" Blitz gave a look of surprise before brushing it off. "Oh you know that age" he replied. "No, I don't quite know what you mean?" Stolas pressed further.

"Oh, come on Octavia is what? Seventeen? She talks back to you all the time right?" Stolas sighed "yes. Via can be known to give me the occasional attitude and sarcastic remark but she doesn't typically scream the words 'Shut up you annoying ass prick' at me." Blitz started to get a little woeful in his eyes. He wasn't surprised by Stolas's words at all. "Why do you let her speak to you like that?" Stolas asks.

"It's not what you think? She's just been through a lot and she's still hurting from it. I know she's just afraid when she gets like this. And I just want her to know what it feels like to be loved unconditionally." Blitz admitted, not meeting his gaze. Stolas understood where Blitz was coming from but he still felt like Blitz was putting up with too much. "Well, parenting is both unconditional love and tough love. You can't let her take all her emotions out on you like that. You need to be stern at times."

Blitz gave stolas an annoyed look. "Well, look who's giving out parenting advice. You know if we're exchanging tips now..." Stolas became irritated as he saw where this was going.

"Oh, don't give me that look pretty bird. I see how you spoil via with literally anything she wants" Stolas's aggravation was starting to build up "We're rich and she's a LITERAL princess of course she gets spoiled." Blitz pushes further "So she never has to get anything herself, earn anything herself and whenever she shows the slightest sign of fuss... you treat her."

Stolas knew that Via was a tad bit spoiled and since the divorce he had felt guilty and bought her numerous things to keep her happy. "You would understand if you were my situation Blitz!"

"MY POINT EXACTLY! YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND IF YOU WERE IN MINE!" Stolas and Blitz both stared at each other in silence for a second before the gravity of their argument became too heavy. "Look I'm sorry..." Blitz apologized. "I just... I wonder what it would be like if we DID understand each other's situation better."

Stolas suddenly had an idea. "Maybe... we can try a little expiriment" Stolas proposed. "I like makeup sex too but I'm not really feeling it" said Blitz.

"No, I mean with our daughters! What if we try... uh.. babysitting, for lack of a better word, each other's daughter's. I could spend a day with Loona and you spend the day with Via. Then we might get a new view into each other's lives." Blitz thought for second.

"Hmmm, I don't know Loona can be a lot to handle." Stolas kept trying "But, Blitzy it'll just be for one day. And we'll keep in touch through text. I promise I'll call you immediately if I feel like I can't handle it"

Blitz decided it was worth a try "deal! And I promise to do the same" The Dad Swap would commence. "You know I think might be in the mood for that makeup sex now" Blitz spoke seductively. "Oh, really?" Stolas reacted in a similar playful tone. The night was filled with pleasure and intimacy and affection. Tomorrow was to be a day to remember. A good or a bad one? They would soon find out.

[sorcerersandskillusers]

How Mori got Chuuyas hat: A Pledge to Protect is Upheld Till Death.

Since @shirakumuluscloud pointed out that Mori currently has Chuuyas hat (the one Chuuya is wearing is probably fake)

I haven't been ably to get the idea of Chuuya desperately giving his hat to Mori as a final act of loyalty to the mafia. So I decided to write it out.

As alarms rang out across the mafia headquarters, Chuuya raced down the corridors shrugging off heavy fire from the infected mafioso swarming the building. He had to make it to the boss, he had to find out what the hell was going on.

Chuuya reached the bosses office, the reinforced steel door bent and broke like cardboard under his skill, he would be better protection the a hundred of these walls anyway. Inside he saw Mori and Koyo, both looking dishevelled and preparing to evacuate.

"Boss! Anne-san! You're ok! What the hell is going on?" Chuuya yelled as he resealed the door behind him with gravity.

"An unkown mind controlling ability has spread throughout the ranks" Mori replied solemnly "We don't know where it started, but it seems even more potent the Q's curse."

"What? How the hell are we supposed to beat it?" Chuuya glared at Mori, a mixture of frustration and desperation on his face.

"I have no idea, there's only one person who could be behind this, that devil stil-"

Suddenly two things happened at once; a golden blade slashed towards Chuuya's throat, and Koyo leapt at Mori, opening her mouth to reveal two long, thin fangs.

Chuuya only had a moment to react, but he had already made up his mind. Without any hesitation, he accelerated himself towards Mori with his skill, knocking him aside. Chuuya winced as Koyo sank her fangs into his shoulder, he could have killed her in that moment... but he just couldn't bring himself to hurt her.

As he stood there he looked over at Mori, whose expression was one of pure shock. He remembered when he had had to lead the mafia when Mori out of commission, how he had been tricked by the detective and nearly lost everything.

Chuuya grabbed his hat off his head and chucked it at Mori.

"it prevents any interception of his consciousness by instruction from the outside". That's what Rimbaud's journal had said, maybe, just maybe it could protect the boss too.

"Go!" Chuuya shouted "As long as your alive the Mafia will live on!"

He placed a hand on Moris chest and,as he felt his will slipping away from him, sent Mori flying backwards out of the room.

"Your the only one who can lead the Mafia, you better save the others for me ok?

And with that, the promise he made all those years ago stood strong.

[ophelia-jones]

Chapter 8 of my supernatural fic Don't Dream Alone

(whole thing available on AO3, link in pinned masterlist)

"So get this," Sam said, entering Bobby's office without looking up from the book in his hands or checking to see if he was interrupting anything. "The sandman lore I've been able to find has mostly been the same, familiar children's stories from Germany, the Netherlands, northwestern Europe, and that sort of places. This lore doesn't match at all. It usually goes two different ways. Either the sandman is friendly and puts children to sleep so he can whisper stories in their ears..."

"Which is where dreams come from," Bobby grumbled. "Tell us something we don't know, Sam."

"Right, ok, so the other legend is about the sand he uses in people's eyes - which causes them to fall out. He then takes the eyes back home to feed his children," Sam continued.

"Ew," Dean screwed up his face in an almost comical expression of disgust. Solace smiled at him, amused despite the gravity of the situation. Other people would be drowning in dread and fear, but this was just Dean's life. He reacted honestly, like a child. It was a side of him she had not seen much when he was younger. He had tried so hard to be like his father when John was still alive; he'd probably been trying to imitate him since he was a young boy. As time passed and John was not there to scold and judge, Dean had been able to relax and just let himself do the things he hadn't done as a kid. He got excited about little things, and he loved his favorite things and favorite people with the unshakable devotion of a child.

His sweet tooth would likely catch up with him sooner or later, especially with his avoidance of dentists and the hours spent sitting in the driver's seat. His jokes were often corny, his music dated, and he had only just started trusting beer with caps that didn't twist off. He was an eternal man-child in these ways.

On the other hand, he carried such a weight on his shoulders that would crush most people, and he carried it with apparent ease and confidence. He knew truths about life that had driven men and women mad, and he had known more loss in his short life than most people experienced in a long lifetime. He sagged, sometimes, under it all, but he didn't give up. He knew if he tried to turn a blind eye to the evils of the world that innocent people would suffer. Innocent people, like his own mother, would die. He couldn't let that happen just so he could try and live a 'normal' life.

How could one person be both of these things at once? She studied his handsome face carefully, her eyes soft and her mind distracted as she pondered the mysteries of Dean Winchester. She wasn't sure for how long or what she had missed, but when Dean looked at her with those light green eyes, she realized he was waiting for her to react to something someone had said. His eyes narrowed slightly as he realized she had completely checked out of the conversation, and a knowing smile played on his lips. One corner of his mouth tugged up in a smirk as he recognized the look on her face as one of admiration. He was used to being gazed at. The longer he looked into her eyes, though, the more he saw in her eyes. It wasn't a simple attraction. It wasn't run-of-the-mill lust. There was a yearning he recognized deep in his heart. His breath caught in his chest, and his lips parted slightly as they stared silently at one another.

*Ahem* Sam cleared his throat.

"Sorry, what was that last part?" Solace asked, tearing her thoughts and eyes away from Dean.

"I think the lore that passed into fairy tale is partially true," Sam told her.

"It often is," she agreed.

"These sleep demons do 'whisper stories' to their victims in their dreams. They produce nightmares and dream ideas that seep into the victims' waking world. They start to become paranoid, delusional, depressed. These lead to the victim isolating themselves. Often, they develop drug or alcohol dependencies that make the line between reality and dreams blurry. They sleep more and more. Until, eventually, the power dynamic shifts and..." Sam informed them excitedly. He always got a buzz when he discovered something this important.

"The sleep demon takes over, and the original inhabitant of the body remains in a dream state," Bobby surmised.

"What, so this is just some long drawn out way for the sandman to possess someone?" Dean asked with a tone of disbelief. "There's usually an easier way."

"Not for these guys. See, they aren't the same as true demons. They're more of an ancient disembodied soul," Sam explained.

"A ghost," Dean said plainly.

"Yes and no," Sam replied.

"It's either yes or no, Sammy. It can't be both," Dean told his younger brother irritably.

"No, then. These are souls who were evicted from their bodies by another Sandman," Sam explained.

"So what, they are trying to get a body back for revenge?" Solace asked, her heart growing icy at the thought that Em was out there, somewhere, he body gone and here soul lost in the ether somewhere.

"No. It's so they can finally die. They take possession of the body, kill it, and then they can move on to... I don't know. Heaven. Hell. Somewhere better than being stuck here, unheard, unseen, and hopeless," Sam explained. He was almost giddy with this information. It was a fascinating new monster to him. He didn't know he had just told Solace her dearest friend had become one of them.

Solace bent at the waist, putting her head between her knees and trying to breathe.

"No, no, no, no, no..." she murmured through the lump in her throat.

"Are you... are you ok?" Sam asked. His eyebrows drew together in concern. He hadn't even gotten to the part he considered the bad news yet.

"Is there more?" Solace asked without changing position.

"Um... yeah," Sam replied tentatively. "It seems like, well, if I'm right..."

"Spit it out, Sammy!" Dean snapped. His hand was stroking Solace's back to try and ease her grief.

"Well, since you have interacted with this one so much, in the dream realm, the theory is that it has already attached itself to you," Sam said hesitantly. Dean's head snapped up, and he scowled at Sam as if he had been responsible for putting Solace in danger rather than simply delivering the news.

"What? How is that possible when it sent all those pajama wearing psycho sleepwalkers here? How could it control ALL of them while being latched on to Solace like some... some... *dream leech*?" Dean asked hotly. He wanted answers and wanted them NOW.

"I'm not sure yet," Sam admitted. "These things aren't usually this powerful, and I haven't found any documented cases of one fighting this hard for a body. They usually move on when someone isn't easily taken. This one seems very determined and almost *angry*."

"Like it's really pissed off at something," Bobby mused out loud.

"Like it's personal," Solace said, sitting up. Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes, but she had gathered her composure.

A contemplative silence fell over the group. There was clearly more to the story than Solace had let them in on. Maybe even more than she had told Dean. They would get to that, and soon. She had to fill them in on everything if they were going to figure this out before anyone else died. They held their breath, hoping she would realize this and decide to start talking without them having to pry.

"Sam? Is there a way to kill this thing without killing the host body? Or at least without creating a new one?" She asked earnestly. Dean already knew what she was thinking, and he wasn't going to let it go down like that.

"Yes, there's a way. You aren't going to die just so you can take this thing down with you. There's always another way. There's got to be!" Dean asserted. As he declared this, he stood and began to pace in agitation. He stopped in front of Sam and looked his little brother in the eye. "Tell her, Sammy!"

"Um, yeah... yeah, there's another way," Sam stammered with no confidence behind his words.

"What is it, Sammy? How?" She asked, but it was to prove a point. There was no hope in her voice. She knew Sam didn't know of any other way. Sam stood there, his mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't put a whole sentence together.

"I... um, well...." He said, looking first at Dean and then to Bobby for help.

"Just because we haven't found it yet doesn't mean there ain't one. Don't you go rushing off half cooked like these two idjits like to do," Bobby told her. There was a gentleness in his voice she had never heard before. Solace nodded and stood up, approaching Sam and taking the book from him.

"Ok. Let's keep looking," she said. Her voice was deceptively calm. She turned her attention to the book as if it were any other case.

The men exchanged glances, silently deciding to let her be for a while before pressing her for more details.

This was her case, after all.

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"I'm really worried about him, Lacey. He doesn't want to sleep at all. He has alarms set for every thirty minutes when he does break down and close his eyes. He says he doesn't want to go too deep because he is afraid he won't wake up. The other day, he told me he wasn't sure if I was real or if I was the dream. At first, I thought it was just his way of trying to be sweet, but..." Em shook her head sadly. "I'm scared for him."

"Does he have any history of like, bipolar disorder?" Lacey asked as carefully as she could. She knew it was a sensitive topic, and she didn't want Em to think she didn't believe her.

"No, not at all! He's by far the most stable man I've ever dated!" Em asserted.

"Considering the source, that doesn't mean much," Solace teased.

"Hey there, pot, watch out before you call this kettle black!" Em replied. She tried to sound light and playful as usual, but there was something underlying her words. Something in her tone of voice that told Solace that her friend was well and truly scared.

"Ok, look. I'm in Wyoming at the moment. I'll start heading that way. I'll reach out to a couple of friends who might have some ideas along the way," Solace told Em.

"Sam and Dean?" Em asked.

"I don't think this is a Winchester level hunt yet," Solace said. Em seemed to be holding her breath on the other end of the call. When she finally spoke again, her voice broke.

"It feels pretty serious to me, Lacey," she said. Solace paused. Even her heart seemed to miss a beat. Solace didn't want to call Dean. The last time they'd been in the same town on a hunt, he'd left the roadhouse with a bartender with long black hair and a body built for sin. She had left without saying goodbye, and neither of them had reached out since. Now, it was a matter of pride that she waited for him to be the one to call.

"We don't have a lot to go on yet. I hate to bother them before we even know it's a case. This isn't necessarily supernatural. Let's rule out the more mundane stuff before we start yelling monster in a crowded theater," Solace replied.

"You and your mixed metaphors!" Em sighed. "It just FEELS super weird to me."

"That's because you're too close, Em. You care about the person involved. It makes it harder to see the forest when you're staring at one tree," Solace replied.

"If that's true, maybe you should tag out of this one and tag a other hunter in," Em suggested.

"I don't even know your man," Solace told Em in an attempt to reassure her.

"You know what I mean," Em said. There was no hint of humor in her voice. She was genuinely conflicted.

"Look, I'm on it. If it's beyond me, I'll be sure to speed dial the big guns, ok?" Solace told her as she steered her truck into a campground for the night. She would do some.researchnusing the parks wifi and get a few hours of sleep before heading to Wisconsin in the morning.

"Ok," Em replied. "I do trust you, you know. I'm just scared and tired. I'm so tired."

"I get it. I'll sort it out," Solace assured her friend. "I haven't let you down yet, have I?"

"No. No, you haven't. Thank you, Lacey," Em replied. "And Lace? I love you."

Em was the closest thing Solace had ever had to a sister, and they knew damn well they had each other's backs. They had been through a lot of shit together, and neither doubted the other person's love. It was an unspoken truth. Neither woman had the sort of upbringing that made them quick to say deep, meaningful things or express emotion without making it a joke or sarcastic. This declaration was new for them.

"I ... I love you, too, Em. It's going to be ok," She said softly. She dismissed the uneasy feeling in her gut as indigestion from eating at a dodgy food truck earlier in the day. It wasn't the holy guacamole loaded burrito, though.

It was the beginning of the end. Tricky thing about those gut feelings - a person often only recognized them.for what they were when looking back at them after it was too late.

[wondereads]

Personal Review (10/09/22)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan

This is another one of my full series reviews! As such, there are spoilers for the books scattered around in here, so proceed at your own risk!

The Lightning Thief 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This book is the blueprint. Seeing or hearing the phrase "Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood" makes me froth at the mouth. This is the perfect introduction to the series; it sets the tone, introduces the basic worldbuiding, and builds up some amazing characters. This goes for all the books, but Percy is an incredibly likable protagonist that still has his flaws. His introduction is amazing, and we know from the start that he's a struggling kid that tries his best and comes to find himself as a demigod. The Lightning Thief is only the first book, but it has a great plot twist that has a ton of impact on the rest of the series, plotwise and emotionally. It's one of the best first books I've ever read, resolving things while still having that overarching plot to continue off of.

The Sea of Monsters 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

The second book is generally considered the weakest of the series. Don't get me wrong, it's still an absolutely amazing book, but compared to the others it is missing thing. My theory is that it doesn't contribute as much as the other books to the grand scheme of things. The biggest development is at the very end; the rest of the story is interesting but ultimately unimportant when it comes to tying into the other books. However, it does introduce Tyson, an amazing character, and it establishes the empathy link. I just think that if there were any of this series that didn't quite meet the standards for a 10 it would be this one.

The Titan's Curse 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Ok, this one is my personal favorite. There are so many developments in this book. We get to know Thalia, we meet characters like Nico, Blackjack, Bianca, and the Hunters, and the relationship between Percy and Annabeth develops a lot. This is also the turning point of the series where things get a lot darker. In this book, we have the first death of a major character, and it's done very well. The characters react accordingly, there's fallout after the fact, and Percy in particular has a lot of survivor's guilt. It's done in a way that keeps it appropriate for the target age group while still imparting the gravity of the situation. We also get to see Percy in a more authoritative position. Up until this point, he's been the one receiving orders and being cared for, but his interactions with Nico in particular put him in a position of authority that he's going to be expected to fill more and more.

The Battle of the Labyrinth 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I think this book is the best for the side characters. Annabeth and Grover in particular really get to shine. Annabeth finally gets her own quest in the labyrinth while Grover is continuing his search for Pan. Other than The Lightning Thief, this book might have the most worldbuilding in it. The labyrinth is a great tool for seeing new pockets of mythology in the US that have previously gone unnoticed. Also, this is one of the most comedic books in that Percy interacted with no less than four people who had crushes on him and had no idea. Going back to the side characters, Nico and Rachel got some amazing development, and while you'll know something's up with Quintus, I doubt you'll be able to guess what it is (I actually totally forgot about it so I got to be surprised all over again). Also, Mrs. O'Leary my beloved.

The Last Olympian 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I have read this series multiple times, but I was still grinning like an idiot the last twenty pages of this book. This is an amazing conclusion to the series! It's suitably grand, a battle with very high stakes, and the character development is top notch. Percy finally feels secure and content, Annabeth's family issues, biological and found, are resolved, Grover has a plan for his future, and Luke is... there. Sorry, I hate Luke. It also does a really good job of setting up the sequel series without detracting from the finale. The perfect end to a near perfect series!

The Author

Rick Riordan: American, 58, also wrote The Heroes of Olympus, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase, created Rick Riordan Presents

The Reviewer

My name is Wonderose; I try to post a review every week, and I do themed recommendations every once in a while. I take suggestions! Check out my about me post for more!

[sakura-ame-no-ai]

"bring a jacket next time."

pairings: tetsurou kuroo x reader

genre: fluff

notes: in japan, their way of checking the time is much different than america. they use 24-hour clocks. so if it was 1 in the afternoon, it would be counted as 13:00 for them.

a/n: it felt like some special holiday for me today and i don't know why... but seriously, how is my last kenma fanfic getting so much love istg- anyways, enjoy this fanfiction! i couldn't think of a good title for this on... :sob:

you sneeze suddenly when a gust of wind blows against your legs. it is indeed cold outside, but the shriveled leaves scraping their way down the street makes it seem much colder.

"why does it have to be so cold on a beautiful night like this..," you mutter to yourself, wrapping yourself with your arms.

too bad you didn't contemplate on bringing a jacket with you before bursting through the door with kuroo calling behind you.

well, now you feel a little guilty remembering that you lied to kuroo that you were going to buy some snacks at a nearby konbini. in reality, you just want to spend most of the night searching for some shooting stars.

you make a brief trip to the park, to which you find everything abandoned. that one big red slide that you always see children fighting to have their turn on is now empty and lonely. the swings seem motionless, too. however, they still rock back and forth every now and then when a chilly breeze rushes by. the seesaw is tilted down at an angle, making one side touch the ground full of woodchips.

you search for that favorite brown bench that has legs made out of an elegant black metal of some sort. soon, you discover it sitting under a big maple tree silently. it faces a metal fence that is as high as your waist, which a beautiful view of a huge lake stretches out on the other side of that fence. you don't hesitate to plop down and make yourself comfy on the bench, admiring the wavy reflection of the glittering stars and moon on the water's surface.

you could stare at such a view all day...

well, you would if you had brought a jacket though.

the cold night air wraps around you, trying to embrace you in a friendly way, but all it does is make you shiver and lift your feet onto the bench. you hug your knees and bury your mouth and nose inside your arms and knees, cursing to yourself about why you were stupid enough to not bring some warm clothing before setting out.

"just like i thought," a voice that sounds very familiar booms out from behind you, making you flinch.

you turn your head around to see a bedhair walk up to you with a cheeky grin.

"tetsu?!" you squeal, a little shocked that he actually know exactly where you were. "how did you know i'm here?"

kuroo is bundled up in a scarf and his nekoma jacket. he also has a thick piece of folded cloth draped over his right arm, making you assume that it's probably a blanket.

"i've never seen you that eager to do some shopping at the konbini, kitten," he replies, taking a seat next to you.

"you've always been a fan of sceneries outside, so that gave me an idea."

you give him a look of amazement, awed by the fact that he knows you very well like you're his child or something. however, it isn't long before kuroo bonks you on the head.

"you little rascal~ why didn't you bring a coat? it's like below 25 degrees celsius, and here you are, hanging out at the park, short-sleeved, and without a jacket or coat."

you whimper at his remarks.

"well, you know i was excited, tetsu..," you pout, puffing your cheeks out.

he chuckles, "nobody was blaming you, ok?"

kuroo takes a moment to peel off his nekoma jacket and place it over your shoulders. you gratefully hug it over your shoulders. other than the fact that it smells strongly of that lavender body soap you gave him, the jacket felt warm from kuroo's body heat, making you feel safe.

an unintentional smile slips onto your lips and you readjust your gaze to the sky.

"say... do you think there will be any shooting stars tonight?"

kuroo lifts a brow before fixing his gaze at the sky as well.

"oya? hunting for shooting stars?"

you nod eagerly, continuing to look up attentively.

"mhm! you told me that it's shooting star season!"

the branches of the maple tree above you sway gently, swishing its leaves together to create gentle rustling sounds.

kuroo smiles and points towards one of the stars.

"do you know how stars are formed, n/n?" he asks you, his finger directing your gaze towards the appointed star.

you squint to make a more intricate observation of the star while racking your brain, trying to remember your astrology lessons at school.

"well... don't stars form from accumulated gas and dust in space?" you finally conclude, remembering one fact your teacher has emphasized back then.

kuroo nods happily.

"yep. stars form when the gravity of the dust and air collapse together, which makes them heat up out of pressure."

he continues to ramble on about how stars mostly contain hydrogen and helium, the lightest elements to exist in the universe, and how stars are, in reality, exploding balls of gas.

you listen patiently as he explains. you are always interested in his nerdy science talk, as well as the way he is invested in his own world when a discussion related to a scientific topic arises.

it takes him a little bit to finish his explanation with a sneeze.

of course, he's not wearing his jacket. that's why.

you take off the jacket you were wearing and hand it to him.

"you're gonna catch a cold, so take your jacket back."

however, he pushes it back into your chest.

"no, kitten. you have it. i'm worried about you more."

you begin to pout, angry that he's always caring for your health instead of his own.

"no, kuroo," you say with an upset look. "this is not my jacket."

you two begin fighting about who should wear kuroo's jacket, exaggerating the possibilities of not wearing one and lecturing one another.

"that's it," kuroo sighs, looking troubled.

at first, you are confused by his words.

"what do you m-"

it was at this moment that kuroo covers the blanket that you forgot he had brought onto his back and then trapping you inside his arms, wrapping your body inside the blanket.

"there, now we're both warm," he smirks.

you take a while to understand the situation you're currently in before blushing madly. you look up at him, only to see that usual proud smirk on his face. he obviously did this on purpose.

"tetsu?! what the actual hell?!" you scream.

"oya? anything wrong?" he asks a little too 'innocently', pissing you off.

you growl back, "of course, you dumbass! people might see us and take this to like a million different wrong directions!"

"kitten, it's almost half-past 23:00. it's really unlikely that we'll be seen since most people are asleep."

you can't counter back, because that sly cat is right. most people are asleep at this time, so it's highly unlikely that you'd get caught like this with kuroo.

you have no idea how to react, so you decide to lean your back against kuroo, resting your head on his chest. at least, you realize that you feel much warmer than wearing his jacket. in the end, you start to relax, paying closer attention to the steady rise and fall of his chest while he breathes.

"do you ever see stars as memories when you look at them?" you ask kuroo, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

"sometimes," he smiles, looks at one of the stars.

"like that one near that giant cloud reminds me of when i stole your meat from your lunchbox."

you cough.

"do you think this is a great time to bring this up??"

he only smirks at you. "you asked if i get reminded of anything when i look at a star."

you pout a little and fix your eyes to another star and point your finger towards it.

"well, this one reminds me of when yaku beat your ass for stealing meat from my lunchbox."

you two begin talking back and forth, saying which star represented which memory, laughing about the old days, and fighting about various things, like who should've gotten to eat that scrumptious piece of steak.

as you come back to argue about the lunchbox situation again, a white streak catches your eyes, snapping your attention back to the sky.

"look, tetsu! shooting stars!" you exclaim.

what kuroo turns his head to look at the sky with you.

sure enough, more streaks of white rain down like a slight drizzle.

"hurry up! make a wish!" you tell him before clasping your hands together before your face and close your eyes.

kuroo looks at you, then back at the sky. after a while, he closes his eyes and makes his wish.

i want to stay by y/n's side, even after i graduate.

however, he doesn't say it out loud. instead, he wraps his arms around your chest after you have finished making your wish.

for the first time in forever, kuroo gives you the most genuine smile that you've ever seen, which surprises you since you're so used to his cheeky smirks. it reminds you of honey and its sweet flavor.

"you know, kitty, we could do this next time," he coos in the sweetest voice you've ever heard him use.

"did you think i'd stop you?"

"ummmm..."

you look side-ways towards the tree beside you before give him your honest response.

"weeeeell, i thought you'd tell me it'd be too late into the night to do something like this and that i wouldn't be able to wake up if i stay up star-hunting."

kuroo chuckles, petting your head lightly with that big hand of his

"things like this are exceptions."

your eyes light up to his words. he has officially announced the permit to stay up searching for shooting stars that you adore a lot. it makes you very happy that you smile back warmly.

"thank you, tetsurou," you sigh, leaning into his chest comfortably.

"it's nothing, y/n."

he continues to stroke your hair in a soothing way as he maintains that genuine smile on his lips.

"just bring a jacket next time, or star-hunting will be off-limits."

[aenaxes]

congrats on 200 my dear!!! i’m so happy i found your writing and look forward to being better friends!!! anywho, the celebration must commence! 🍾 🎉💕 ily!!

for requests, i gotta go w my main man, my first clone love, the darling hardcase (i swear he doesn’t get enough love) 💕 we’re both touch starved adhd fools who love a little too much sometimes and i just wanna smother him w my 🐱 in all the affection he deserves. if you’re up for it, maybe some soft smut for your local bottom? 🥺 i’ve been wanting to get a tattoo that matches his facial markings and wonder how he’d react to seeing it during a gentle moment between the two of you. my pronouns are she/they & i’m 5’6, and i have dark green hair + blue eyes.

you and me & me and you

[hardcase x afab!reader] there is little permanence, and all of them are fleeting, in a war that tips its scales with each new dawn. so while hardcase is away, you decide you’ll carve out your own constant between you and him, and him and you.

warnings: tattoos, unprotected vaginal sex, mushy gooey feelings pt.2

w/c: 2.8k

a/n: my love for hardcase grows day by day, and every day i wake up and cry a little bit because he isn’t real. but it's ok bc ily jj and you're very much real 💕

Seldom do you find Hardcase stunned into complete silence.

Stillness shared between you and Hardcase, rare as those moments may be, is never truly silent. Tackling each other onto the couch, stealing late-night speeder joyrides, sharing the kind of banter that doubles you over so hard your ribs sting for hours afterwards—the energy, the light, linger in the spaces left behind.

But this time, Hardcase simply stares, jaw slack and eyes wide as your fingers curl over the lifted hem of your shirt. No wisecrack quip, no teasing wink, not even so much as a low whistle as you tug your shirt over your head and drop it behind you, straddling his lap over the edge of the bed.

Eyes full of stars, he gawks.

“You—those’re my—hm, okay, wow, uh, hah—” Hardcase’s voice pitches high as his lips open and close around half-formed words.

You watch the whole spectacle as he gasps like a landed fish, grasping for wisps of coherence. And you can’t help the giggle that rises from your throat when he forgoes words entirely and trails off into a breathless half-whimper half-laugh.

“Can I—” he says at last, and his voice cracks hoarse through his sputtering attempt to regain what little composure he had. “Can I touch it?”

At your nod, Hardcase reaches forwards just enough that his fingertips barely brush over your chest. You don’t dare look down to where his calloused fingers meet the skin above your ribs, too afraid that if you take your eyes from Hardcase’s face for even a single heartbeat that you might miss a precious moment of the awestruck wonder in his expression. You find yourself as transfixed as he as you watch him trace the trio of royal blue ink arcing down your sternum and tapering off into twin circles that cradle the curve of your chest.

It’s what this whole evening has been leading up to—your grand reveal kickstarted by his signature lung-crushing hug on the hangar bay. You had braced for it harder than usual when he’d swept you into his arms and lifted you off the dusty platform steel, readying for the particularly bruising ache that comes with the week-old ink needled over the base of your ribs.

To be fair, it wasn’t possible to greet Hardcase without creating some sort of commotion. Even if it was just shy of a week on planetside escort duty, once the gunship was within a metre of the dusty landing bay durasteel, landing protocols be damned, Hardcase would hit the ground running, tossing his helmet behind him and swooping you into his arms. The sheer, unadulterated joy of reunion always found home in how he squeezed you around your middle and spun you about; it was always worth the solid smack over the back of his head (stern, from Rex and, gleefully, from Jesse) for throwing his bucket aside.

But when you had met him with more of a pained grunt than your usual tittering exclamation, Hardcase had dropped you so quickly you’d almost fallen backwards if not for his reflexes to steady you. When he’d stumbled over wide-eyed apologies (and braced past Jesse’s open-palmed whap over his head), you had only laughed and told him to wait until after you had run inventory with Rex.

His fingers finally pause their slow trace over the tattoo on your chest. He feels, sees himself, an emblem on your skin. And when he looks up, he sees you.

“Tats are sore for a bit, ‘Case,” you smile. His eyes are so wide you’re certain if you look just a little more, you’d see yourself in him. You and he, he and you, the same, the same, one. “‘s why I flinched a little.”

Hardcase’s lips open and part around soundless words a few more times, still floating in some limbo between processing disbelief and boundless excitement before he unevenly clears his throat and finally speaks.

“You—you got me inked on you?” Hardcase whispers. Each word has the corners of his lips curling higher as if he had to speak into realization what stood before him; as if his fingertips pressing tender divots into your skin were proof only of the flesh: a universal truth that only needed words to find home in his heart.

You nod, grinning.

“Wanted to have a part of you with me for while you’re away.”

And for a moment, Hardcase’s fingers are the only motion in a still room, stroking soft, repetitive motions over the blue ink of your—his—tattoo.

You silently brace for something loud and present, excited rambling, another crushing hug, affection swept wide and open before you. Instead, Hardcase lets free a single breathless huff and tugs you close.

“You know those are forever, right?” he laughs, his voice rising again.

“That’s why I got it,” you respond, and his laughter only grows brighter.

Hardcase buries his nose into your chest with a groan, and that precious crest of joy bursts over your tongue when you throw your head back and laugh. Gilded and honeyed light finds home in your chest.

“Mesh’la, I need you so bad right now,” Hardcase groans as he brings his arms snug around your waist. And his laughter joins yours this time, voices swelling together when Hardcase rests his brow against your skin and pulls you in close. You make quick work of the rest of your clothes, throwing them somewhere off to the bedside before you sit back down over the firm lines of his thighs.

“I mean, yeah, I sure hope so—was the whole point ‘Case,” you tease, and Hardcase groans, carrying something of breathless disbelief and affection and desire curled into a single whimpering sound.

And as soon as you’re squeezing over his shoulders, suddenly, you feel your gravity tilt, and you yelp as your back connects with the bedspread.

Hardcase cages you under him, one arm propped by your head as the other slips from beneath the small of your back and trails its way back to the centre of your chest, hovering just at the edges of your tattoo. He lingers, treading those shallow waters for a moment more. But where you expect the familiar drag of his blunt nails over the bold lines of blue ink, he dips low. Instead, you gasp when his fingers are replaced by his lips, warm, inviting, home as he presses a single, lingering kiss over the sigil branded into your skin.

“‘Case!” you giggle and kick out your legs at the sudden flick of his tongue over your chest. You feel him laugh into your skin, his breath wisping over where his lips just brush over the edges of the tattoo.

He ghosts one more touch, drawn long and yet chaste in how he nuzzles the tip of his nose into your chest. And the bubbling laughter of before wanes, complete, when he lifts his chin and meets you with the hushed whispers of a smile on his parted lips.

Because it’s him, finding home over the base of your ribs.

It’s him, reflected back into his wide eyes.

It’s you.

He doesn’t surge up to meet you. He doesn’t kiss you with that unabashed brilliance that crushes your lips together so hard your teeth clack. The breath catches in your throat as you watch him move in silence. There is no overexuberant joy when Hardcase shifts higher up on the bed to meet your eyes and slowly runs his thumb over your lower lip. Even then, his touch is so achingly still, deliberation held close and savored slow.

He blinks once, dark eyes full of the soft light only privy to early mornings and late nights when you curl close and bask in each other, bared and whole. You grant his request without hesitation.

Starting low, your fingers smooth over the faded lines of blue tattooed over Hardcase’s chin, the same sigils you keep as your own. Well worn and faded until the line between ink and skin disappeared entirely, the tattoos beneath your fingertips are nothing and everything like yours. You trace higher, following the crest of his lip, the high line of his cheekbone, the dip just beneath his eye where his tattoo begins anew.

He closes his eyes and lets your touch trail over his lashes until your fingers slope over his temple and still over the base of his head. And when he dips his head low, you meet him in the middle, catching his upper lip between yours as he slips one hand between you and thumbs over your tattoo. That touch anchors you as much as you think it must do the same for him, pulling you close and keeping you there while you lick over his lips and breathe him in deep.

Through the warmth heavy in your gut, you feel him slide his other hand down your side, over the contour of your hip, and lift your leg up against him. You hook your leg over the small of his back and tug awkwardly, sending him stumbling forwards, crushing his hand between your chests as he dips down and narrowly catches himself.

No amount of awkward maneuvering breaks the rosy air between you, even as you both tear away from each other to stifle the kind of laughter that lingers.

“This okay?” he murmurs over the waning sigh of a low chuckle, voice warm on your skin and drunk with your taste. He nudges his hips forward, sending a shiver shocking up your spine when you feel his cock brush up against the swell of your cunt.

“Always, Hardcase,” you whisper.

As soon as the words leave your lips, you barely have enough time to suck in another breath before you’re stuttering on your own tongue. The tension slumps out of your shoulders as Hardcase digs his fingertips into your thigh and presses forwards, stretching you out around him in the way only he knows how, setting fire to your nerves and coming home all at once.

No matter how many times you kneel before ritual—habit coming to you as natural and comforting as breath itself—you still find yourself slack-jawed and starry-eyed as Hardcase pushes into you.

That it’s the first time in his four month tour that he’s able to pull you apart and hold you together only makes it better.

It takes all of one long, shuddering exhale for him to push into you in full. The breath you share breaks that stillness, a gasping inhale as his hips connect with the soft curve of your thighs and has the blunt head of his cock nudging so deep in you that you swear you feel the pulse at the base of your ribs, right where your tattoo swells with your whimpering.

Hardcase drops forward with a groan, blindly twining his fingers with yours and leaning down to press his forehead close against yours.

You don’t have to open your eyes to see him as you squeeze his hand. The bridge of his nose flush against yours, you bask, exchanging the warmth of breath over the little space between your lips. With his brow pressed into yours, he surrounds you, warmth, warmth, warmth, a setting sun and the grass it kisses still glowing in its wake. He rolls his hips forwards and swallows your wailing moan with his tongue.

Hardcase starts slow, setting a pace that has you feeling every long drag inside you as he draws back then crushes back up against the soft spot inside you that curls your toes. It’s a far cry from the excitement of a welcome back or rendezvous reunion, swapping giddy haste to savor instead, to melt over his tongue as Hardcase slips his free arm under your hips and tugs you impossibly close.

Through the blissed-out tears beaded over your lashes, you can just make out his expression, tense with cresting pleasure, as he leans back and admires you, stretched out before him. And when your legs jerk this time, there is no achingly deep pressure of his cock heavy inside you—only his lips over the centre of your chest as he bows low and kisses your tattoo again, again, laying and sealing claim above the rapid flutter of your heart.

You squeeze his hand, and he lifts his chin to meet your hazy eyes with his own, full with intent, desire, the kind of loyalty transcendent above anything he could ever swear to his generals, to his cause. He squeezes back.

You drop your head back onto the bed when he picks up his pace again, moving his free hand out from under you to stroke his thumb over your clit and smearing the mess of your arousal and his precome over where you stretch around him. Chest heaving, you can only sob and grip tight around his neck as he leans back over you and nuzzles his nose into your collar.

It’s getting harder and harder to tell your breaths apart from his after one stuttering thrust gives way to another. The steady tenderness of before bows under the fizzling heat in your stomach, giving in to rawer need as Hardcase’s movements over your clit fumble erratic. He snaps his hips against yours and drives up hard against your pleasure, mumbling unknowable words under his breath. Desperate for more, you shift back to meet what thrusts you can.

When he leans forwards again, his brow unsteadily knocks against your nose before he can nuzzle over your forehead and press close. You might have laughed, taken the moment to catch your breath over the clumsiness of affections swelling high. But you’re too busy chasing your own pleasure, too enamored with the wet friction of his throbbing cock sliding into your cunt.

Hardcase comes first, thundering rigid through him as he buries his nose at the juncture of your neck and bites down over his own teeth, his jaw flexing against your skin. His tension spreads through you, holds you by your breath and seizes the mounting want in your stomach tight with each heavy spurt of come he grinds into you.

You nose up against his temple—a silent plea for touch even deeper than you already feel it—and he indulges you. Hazy in the aftershocks of his orgasm, Hardcase lifts his head from your collar and crushes his lips against yours. He breathes in your heaving exhales as he kisses you, all open-mouthed warmth coaxing your pleasure.

“So lucky,” Hardcase mumbles, his puffing exhales over your lips matching every thrust into your dripping cunt. “Maker, I’m so fuckin’ lucky.”

Before you can strain some half-hearted tease in response, you’re too delirious on your rousing high. All you can manage is a soundless cry that shocks straight to the white-hot heat welled low in your stomach. Hardcase rolls his calloused thumb over your clit one last time and pulls your orgasm heady and low beneath him.

Pleasure bursts over your tongue, thrumming through you hard enough you swear you black out. Nothing but paralyzing and indulgent sensation shocks through you. There is only Hardcase’s presence to anchor you to the moment in the most intimate signs of life: shared breath, fingers laced tight with yours, lips mouthing words that need neither name nor sound to find warmth at the bottom of your chest.

And when the moment subsides and the ringing in your ears fades, you open your eyes to him, glowing with exhaustion but beaming down on you all the same.

“Maker’s really lookin’ out for me,” Hardcase says at last, brushing his fingertips over the sweat beaded at your temple.

“Yeah?”

You tug him closer against your chest (as well as you can with the tremble in your arms). He follows your lead as you feel him softening inside you, and he settles his nose close over your tattoo, just beneath your beating heart.

“I mean, whatever it is, it got me you.”

“You got me you, ‘Case,” you say. Though the air between you is far from the kind of existential solemnity that demands silence, your attempt to laugh comes only as a soft whisper, hushed as your lips brush over the crown of his head.

Because whatever was up there, pulling those galactic tides and willing life into the universe, even if it had tied those fine red strings strong and true between you and the man curled around you, it didn’t matter. At the end of the day, it was you and him, brought together in a headfirst collision in the cold steel halls of a Jedi cruiser and bound tight over shy planetside advances and cheesy dates.

“Then I got you, and you got me?” Hardcase chuckles, lifting his head and meeting your fond gaze.

“Just us,” you laugh.

Hardcase makes a soft noise of affirmation, his arms pulling snug around your middle. He nuzzles close skin over skin, and when he kisses over your tattoo, the sting of ink and needles fades into a distant memory unknown—all worth the trembling touches he presses over the place you’ve carved out for him alone.

Maybe the Maker helped along the way, but it’s always been you and him, him and you.