#sign me up for that spinoff

[odileeclipse]

April Fools’ Special: “The Great Prank War of Blueberry Yogurt Academy” Crack-filled spinoff…Non-canon. No logic. Just glitter and emotional whiplash.

The day begins with a single, ominous announcement echoing through the Academy’s ancient halls

“To all students and faculty: April 1st shall henceforth be known as the Day of Arcane Fools. The Hall of Enlightenment bears no responsibility for what is to come. Proceed with chaos.”

You wake up to find your shoes replaced with jelly slimes that scream “THE TRUTH IS A LIE” with every step. Chai Latte Cookie bursts in moments later, giggling uncontrollably.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she says, deadpan. “Hazelnut dared me. Besides, you do look good in slime shoes.”

Earl Grey Cookie and Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie have barricaded the dining hall, claiming it's under quarantine due to "rogue custard spirits." They’re dressed in full alchemical hazmat robes, enforcing ridiculous entry rites like reciting the entire history of blueberry cultivation.

And then oh, then comes Shadow Milk Cookie. He enters the dining hall by materializing from a burst of stardust and scrolls, grand cloak billowing behind him, voice echoing with noble gravitas.

“BEHOLD. I HAVE FORESEEN THE GREATEST FOOLERY IN THE STARS. AND I yes, I, the Sage of Truth SHALL JOIN THIS GLORIOUS NONSENSE.”

He’s wearing sunglasses shaped like ancient runes, and his Soul Jam is flickering with rainbow disco light. Chai Latte Cookie collapses into laughter. “I knew he’d crack eventually,” she whispers, nudging you. “Is it weird that I find this version of him kinda... charming?”

Shadow Milk Cookie has declared a Prank War Tournament structured, of course. He conjures scrolls of rules that are 73 pages long and somehow signed by “The Ghost Council.” No one remembers such a council existing before today.

The teams are set Team Moonmilk  consists of You, Shadow Milk, and Chai Latte. Team Chaos Custard consists of Hazelnut, Earl Grey, and a very confused first-year student who thought this was a study group.

The war includes

Potion Ping-Pong don’t drink the wrong one; some give you wings, others uncontrollable hiccup spells.

Scroll Charades, where mispronunciation can summon temporary illusions (Earl Grey accidentally conjures a herd of tiny squealing sheep. No one knows why.)

and Hide-and-Seek through the Nightmare Archive, where all the books whisper dad jokes to throw you off.

At one point, Shadow Milk Cookie corners you in a corridor, gently smirking behind his rune-glasses.

“You’ve played quite cleverly today. I daresay I underestimated you, my starlit assistant in tomfoolery.”

You blink at him. “You just enchanted the custodian's mop to sing opera. Doesn’t that count as clever?”

He gasps. “That mop had dreams!” Later, during a breather in the botanical gardens where prank pollen causes uncontrollable giggling fits Chai Latte sits beside you and hands you a cup of your favorite drink…which now sparkles for some reason. She leans her head on your shoulder with a soft sigh.

“Even if the world’s falling into prank-fueled chaos,” she murmurs, “I’m glad I get to be by your side. Just like always.” Before you can answer, Shadow Milk calls across the courtyard, waving what appears to be a glitter bomb shaped like a moonstone.

“Come, my dear trickster! We must seal our victory with The Grand Finale of Truth Confetti!”

You glance between your two companions, the sage gleaming with wild delight, and your friend glowing with gentle fondness. And you think 

Maybe this is what truth feels like too. Not just in knowledge... But in joy. In being seen. And in letting yourself laugh.

Operation: Confess or Confuzzle

You are minding your business. Simply existing. Enjoying a perfectly normal snack in the courtyard after surviving the Prank Tournament. The sun is gentle. The air smells like a mix of lemon balm and unidentifiable magical residue. Peaceful. Then Hazelnut Biscotti approaches with a shifty look in his eyes. “Just so you know,” he says, “something’s about to happen. I tried stopping them. I really did.” You don’t even have time to ask before

“DEAREST SCHOLAR OF MY HEART!”

Shadow Milk Cookie descends. From the sky. Cloak trailing behind him, arms wide, like a meteor of romantic drama. He lands on one knee before you, holding up a scroll with your name written in sparkly calligraphy.

Chai Latte Cookie is behind him, barely holding in her laughter. She gives you a wink and mouths, Just play along.

“For far too long,” Shadow Milk intones, “I have resisted these truths buried within me. But nay, I can hide no longer. On this sacred day of cosmic jest, I confess my soul yearns not just for truth... but for you.”

The entire courtyard goes silent. Several upper scholars drop their scrolls. One of them screams. Your jaw drops. You open your mouth to ask what in the moon-blessed realms is going on, but Shadow Milk continues.

“I seek not merely academic clarity, but the clarity of your gaze. Grant me thy hand, thy snack, and perhaps even thy study notes.”

He holds out a macaroon. You’re about to respond with something resembling a sound when…

“I OBJECT!”

Chai Latte Cookie storms forward in full theatrical fury, knocking over a chair for effect. “You can’t just confess on April Fools’ Day, Sage. That’s breaking the Ancient Rules of Trickery. Which means by Article 7, Clause Chaotic I have the right to duel you for their heart.”

You blink. “What.”

Shadow Milk narrows his eyes. “So be it. Let this duel commence.”

The Duel for Your Affection: “Truth vs Tea”

Location: The Courtyard of Possibly Cursed Flowers Judges: Earl Grey, Hazelnut, and the Opera Mop Weapons: Pranks only. Winner is whoever makes you laugh harder.

ROUND ONE: Prank Poetry

Chai Latte: Delivers a fake love poem that starts beautiful and ends in a recipe for lemon muffins. You tear up. Until she pulls a muffin from your pocket and yells, “Checkmate!”

Shadow Milk: Opens an ancient tome that releases a recording of him dramatically confessing his love to a potted plant...your potted plant. From three weeks ago. How did he even???

Point goes to Shadow Milk Cookie, for historical commitment.

ROUND TWO: The Embarrassing Memory Spell

They each cast a minor illusion spell that reveals a shared memory.

Chai Latte: Shows a moment when you fell asleep studying drooling and all, hairs out of place and she gently covered you with her scarf, staring at you like you were the only Cookie in the world.

Shadow Milk: Accidentally shows you calling him “Shmilk” in a dream. Out loud. In a crowded library.

You scream. Your face flushing. They both look smug. Point goes to Chai Latte, for psychological warfare. Wasn't the point of this to make you laugh?...

FINAL ROUND: Personal Confession Bomb

Each gets one final statement to “convince” you.

Chai Latte Cookie: She steps forward, all teasing gone from her face. Voice soft.  “If I only get to make you laugh today… that’s enough for me. But if there ever comes a day you want to know how I really feel…”  She presses a tiny folded note into your hand. “You’ll find me.”

Shadow Milk Cookie: He clears his throat, awkwardly solemn for once.  “It may have begun as a jest, but in trying to make you laugh, I uncovered a... truth I hadn’t prepared for. I would like to continue being the reason you smile even if it's as a fool.”  He bows. “Though I must admit... I rather like it when you blushed.”

The courtyard erupts.

Earl Grey: “I CALL IT A TIE.” Hazelnut: “I vote for the mop.” The Mop: operatic screeching intensifies

Epilogue:

You’re left on the grass, heart pounding, surrounded by absurdity and affection. A note in one hand. A glitter scroll in the other. And two very different Cookies one warm like tea, the other burning like a comet watching you with soft smiles.

And even though it’s all a joke...

...why does it feel so real?

Post-Credits Scene: The mop lands a solo in the Academy spring recital. No one questions it.

A/N I made this not weeks ago but maybe a week and a half ago waiting for today...<3

It's just silly and non-canon

[beansprean]

E11 Ideas in no particular order:

Simon the Devious rug pull/reveal

Simon the Devious was behind the documentary all along. He is Greg the camera guy. The documentary was produced by the Daltry Brothers Production Company with thanks to the Toby Daltry Memorial Film Foundation

Outrageous nandermo flirting throughout

Nandermo secret off-camera relationship (we already have canon nandermo QPR I just wanna remind everyone Guillermo is officially in the polycule)

We find out via tv news in the background that Jordan got hit with that sign Nandor threw and he died (no one cares bc they are doing more interesting things)

Nandermo get served by the local Staten Island Chapter of Vampire Vigilantes for operating as superheroes without a permit

"Clip show" where they all watch the documentary

"Clip show" where they all watch the documentary and its full of 'deleted' scenes that we have never seen before (leading to revealed secrets and arguments and confessions and-)

1 hour special that is literally the documentary (with a special guest narrator)

The Guide x Miguel I am so serious

The entire episode is just a backdoor pilot for a spinoff series (seanmaine sitcom?) (life as cravensworth's robinson's monster?)

The house blows up/is destroyed somehow

Colin, as part of the house based on my own personal EV lore, dies or nearly dies bc of this. They get a new house and bury him there and then he pops back up babystyled and the monster has to be his dad now

The monster sacrifices himself to save his dads (noooo!!!!!!!!)

Last scene all the vampires are going into the fancy room to have an orgy and Nandor pokes his head out to say 'arent you coming Guillermo?' and he grins and shrugs at the camera and goes in and thats how it ends

Jenna was there The Whole Time (please god it would be so funny i will die on this hill)

Guillermo dies and Nandor has to turn him anyway

Guillermo dies and Nandor tries to turn him but apparently thats how energy vamps are made whoopsie

Laszlo says "Guillermo" correctly

Red carpet premiere of the documentary with all the fan favorite characters returning as guests

(maybe even including the two Freddies bc it would be very funny. Nandor getting jealous like excuse me step away from Guillermo you had your chance and Freddie is like oh sorry no I'm the other Freddie and Nandor is like o rly hello and Guillermo is like exCUSE ME STEP AWA-)

Red carpet premiere of the documentary with all the fan favorite characters returning as guests that turns out to be a trap set by the Vampiric Council and they all have to fight their way out of that shit again

Red carpet premiere of the documentary that turns out to be a trap set by Batdor and Robllermo to murder a bunch of rich people

Nadja starts an mlm foot pic empire with the monster as her bouncer (dressed in a cute little pimp suit and feathered hat)

Somehow, the Witch's Skin Hat has returned

Guillermo returns to his pre-corporate color palette (greens and browns and reds and patterns pls!!) but its well fitted and non shitty sweaters

All the ghosts of all the people they ever killed/buried at the house rise up and attack (including lisa's severed head), and this somehow leads to Dolly finishing her unfinished business and saying goodbye

The Guide is proud and relieved to see that Nandor is no longer obsessed with her and they are buddies now

She insinuates that he found what he was looking for (in Guillermo). sometimes you hurt every woman in your life because your soulmate is a man

Sean dies (noooooo!!!!!!!!)

Sean gets turned into a vampire

Sean gets turned into a vampire and immediately breaks every rule and also turns Charmaine and somehow manages to take over the entire eastern seaboard and overthrow Tilda Swinton as supreme leader of the Vampiric Council

MAJOR timeskip, like multiple years or even decades. 10 year retrospective post-documentary release?

They recreate the supernatural finale beat for beat, complete with colin in a very bad wig and two covers of "you're dead" back to back to fill up the runtime

Vampire society rises up against the house after the documentary is released and they all die

[spiderb00]

Kids out - The Spinoff #1

Sophia Laforteza X Reader 

Synopsis - You were such a good girl, that your girlfriend decided to give you an early Christmas present 

Genre – smut    Fam/kids out masterlist   

 Warnings – Hands tied, choking, Mommy kink, strap being referred to as your cock, I think there are more things, but nothing disgusting or too hard, sorry if I missed anything. 

Now playing – Burn it, Bibi Ft. DEAN 

Closing the door with your foot, you walk towards the kitchen, carefully placing the bags - full of food for Christmas - on the counter, you knew Sophia was somewhere in the house, but the constant silence made you start to wonder if the Filipina had left at some point while you were at the supermarket. Looking towards the stairs and being silent you tried to hear some noise coming from upstairs, calling your girlfriend's name after. 

When no one answered, you slowly headed up the stairs, slowly climbing the steps, looking right and left in the second-floor hallway, deciding to check the rooms before finally going up a few more steps and heading towards the top floor, where your penthouse room once stood. 

Having no sign of Sophia on the second floor, you finally started to climb towards your room. Before you open the door, you can see a small white card on the floor, bending down and taking the small paper in your hand.   

"I hope you like surprises, you're about to get the best."  

- SL. 

Confused by all that, you opened the bedroom door, the lights low matching the mysterious atmosphere that had settled throughout the house, and when you couldn't see Sophia at first glance, you took two more steps into the room. When the door slammed behind you, your whole body shuddered, before you could even turn around and see what had made the door slam, delicate hands reached your back, coming down and hugging your waist, making you feel a shiver run down your spine.   

"I thought maybe you wanted to get one of your Christmas presents, early this year." Sophia's voice seemed full of intentions, you could feel every obscene thought that the Filipina thought just by the tone of her voice. 

Turning you into her hands, you can finally stand facing your girlfriend. The Filipina wore a lacy lingerie set, it was black and highlighted her skin, it also contrasted with her hair. Her breasts were pushed hard up and all you could think about was how you wanted to get it all out of her. 

"You've been such a good girl to Mommy, baby." She said, running her hands through your hair, taking the messy strands out of your eyes. "I think you deserve a reward."   

The Filipina placed her hands on your chest, pushing your body towards the bed, every step you took, made you feel like you were closer to burning. Your whole body seemed bathed in gasoline, and Sophia was the lighter that would light everything inside that room.   

You gasped as you felt the back of your knees meet the bed, making you sit up instantly, Sophia riding on your lap soon after.  

"I have several surprises for you, baby." The Filipina said, her lips hovering over yours, as if she wanted you to lose control and attack her first.   

And that's exactly what you did, gluing your lips to the woman's above you, your hands going to her waist almost like a muscle memory, the Filipina wrapped her arms around your neck, letting you enjoy the little slip, because she knew exactly that you wouldn't be able to have that freedom in the next few minutes. 

"Okay, you had fun, but I hadn't told you you could touch me, baby." Sophia said, taking the back of your hair in a firm grip to move your lips away from hers. "What do you have to say?"  

"Sorry, Mommy." You said embarrassedly, your head starting to hurt from Sophia's grip.  

"Alright baby, I've forgiven you." The Filipina says, leaning over and reaching for something that was a little behind you on the bed. "But, you're going to get your punishment first."   

You can see the tape in Sophia's hands, and even though you didn't fully know what awaited you, you were upset that you couldn't use your hands and touch your girlfriend's body whenever you wanted.    

"Now, lie down and put your hands behind your back for me, okay, baby?" Sophia said, her voice sweet and calm as she left your lap, kneeling next to you on the bed and waiting for you to follow her command. 

You thought it best not to object, staring at her with curious eyes as you lay on your stomach, putting your hands behind your back and immediately noticing that the position was a little uncomfortable. Feeling Sophia shift on the bed, your shoulders tensed a little as you felt the woman put each leg on either side of your waist, the Filipina sitting on top of your ass and starting to pull the tape to hold your hands together.   

"I know you don't wear tape when you tie me up, but I tore those the last time we wore them, so let's improvise a little. You can handle it, can't you, baby?" The Filipina said, getting off you after pinning your wrists together.   

"Yes, I can handle it." You said, trying to sound determined, but your voice coming out just flickers.   

"I know you do, you're always a good girl for Mommy." Sophia says, her hands on your shoulders, making you lie on your back and consequently on top of your hands. You can see what has changed in the environment, no big deal, if it weren't for the fact that Sophia had taken off the bottom of her lingerie, leaving her pussy free for you to see. 

"I know it's uncomfortable, baby." The Filipina says, pouting that looked more like she was mocking you. "But, you said you can handle it. And you want to make mommy feel good, don't you?" Sophia laughed when she saw how fast you nodded in affirmation.   

"yes, it just hurts a little bit." You said trying to move your hands to get more comfortable. 

"Oh no, baby. You can handle it, look at yourself, you are strong. Don't move and let mommy have fun, okay?!" Sophia positioned each side of her thighs between your head. 

Your breathing was quick, you and Sophia were always changing in bed, and it was amazing for you. As much as Sophia was rough or very bossy, she knew when she was breaking your boundaries, and she had never reached a breaking point with you. You and her always had a lot of conversations about what you liked and didn't like in bed, and you both loved each other too much not to pay attention to every detail of what you said and did.   

The Filipina caressed your hair, your breathing was slightly unregulated and all you wanted was for your girlfriend to lower her hips in your mouth.  

"Baby, calm down a little, you're not going to have anything while you're so desperate." Sophia said, her hands running freely through your hair.   

"It's easy to say, it's not you who has the hottest woman in the world inches away from you." Sophia laughs at your speech, but sees your breathing begin to normalize.   

Seeing your breathing return to normal, the Filipina finally lowered her hips into your mouth, you immediately licking and reaping every little drop of excitement you could. The Filipina moaned when she felt your tongue in her pussy, her hips seem to have taken on a life of their own as they started to unconsciously move in your mouth. Sophia's breathing was unregulated now, your tongue reached all the points that made the girl melt, her head seemed to process nothing other than how your tongue was doing such a good job on her. 

Sinking your tongue deep inside the Filipino girl, you thought of nothing other than making your girlfriend cum. Her legs around your head restricted your breathing, but you would never complain, you could suffocate to death between her thighs and you would be happy. Her taste was wonderful, her smell was so good it made your head spin, and if you could make a wish at that moment, you just wanted your hands to be free so you could pull her hips even more against your mouth.   

You were awakened from your own world by the loud moan that the Filipina let out, writhing all over you. You felt Sophia's liquids drip down on you, dirtying your mouth, your chin, and a little of your nose. Your already scarce air became even scarcer, and you began to thrash under the woman on top of you.   

Seeing your clear shortness of breath, Sophia laughed lightly, holding your hair as she swung her hips on your face once more, making you thrash harder, getting off you right after. You were about to see stars and faint when an exaggerated amount of oxygen came towards you again, your chest rose and fell rapidly, your wide eyes seemed slightly bright, and despite the asphyxiation, you were happy with everything you had received.   

Seeing you recover, Sophia sat next to you on the bed, the Filipina's hand reaching under your shirt, she lightly scratched your abdomen with her big nails, leaving marks that would soon disappear. Her eyes had a fire that you saw a few times, it was that look when she knew she was in charge of everything, that she had you wrapped around her finger, the look that she knew would make you do anything for her.   

"Are you okay, baby?" Sophia asked, helping you to sit up, relieving some of the pressure that was being put on your arms.  

"Yes, I'm fine. I said I could handle it, mommy." You said, tilting your head to rest on Sophia's breasts, which were still attached with her bra. 

Sophia, who was kneeling on the bed next to you, stroked your hair, you felt her chest tremble slightly as she laughed at your statement. It was clear how much fun she was having with it all, and to tell you the truth, so are you.  

"We're not done yet, baby." She said, making you lift your head from your girlfriend's tits.   

Without saying anything else, Sophia made her way towards the closet you shared, leaving you tied up and confused, still with your clothes – which were starting to get uncomfortable – on the bed. Seeing your girlfriend come back, you were even more confused, you could see the strap you regularly wore on her left hand, and a pair of scissors, very sharp on her right hand. 

"Stay calm dear, the scissors are just to cut the tape. You know I would never hurt you." Sophia said laughing, climbing on the bed, letting go of the strap and dragging her knees until she was behind you, cutting the ties from your wrists.   

The feeling of relief was wonderful, you rubbed your wrists lightly, and you could feel your blood flowing normally again. Turning slightly on the bed, you came face to face with Sophia, kneeling behind you, her lower lip being battered by her teeth as she looked at your back, wanting to take the shirt off your body and scratch every inch of your skin. 

Attacking the woman in front of you, you and she fell on the comfortable pillows, the mouths of the two of you glued together in an obscene kiss, the cracks could be heard, as well as Sophia's moans. The Filipina's hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, tearing it from your body and throwing it somewhere on the bedroom floor. Your hands were squeezing her breasts, the Filipina panting in her mouth as her directed her hands to your back, grabbing and scratching every inch she reached. 

You - with great difficulty - reached the clasp of the woman's bra beneath you, finally freeing her breasts. Your mouth bulged and you put the right nipple in your mouth, while massaging the left, changing after a few seconds. Sophia's moans were music to your ears, and when you finally remembered the strap, you walked away, getting out of bed and taking off the rest of your clothes, becoming the same as your girlfriend's state.   

"Yes, baby! Come, get your gift. Fuck mommy the way only you know how to do it." Sophia said, leaning on her elbows when she saw you take off your clothes and put on the strap.   

"Come here, Mommy. Can you do it for me?" You said, sure Sophia was still in control, but you were feeling more confident to start dictating your rules.   

Getting out of bed, Sophia stood in front of you, almost daring you to take control of her. Despite the intimidating look, you didn't get carried away, grabbing the back of the Filipina's neck and pulling her into a kiss. Your teeth clipped into hers, your tongues fought for dominance, and for a moment, Sophia even thought she was going to win. But she had forgotten, she was so involved, that for a moment she forgot that you were stronger, taller, just... bigger than her. You obeyed it because you wanted to, not because you were physically obligated.   

When Sophia's knees touched the floor she wasn't sure if she knelt down herself or you managed to put her in that position, she just knew that she had lost her dominance, at least part of it.  

"Look, you look so beautiful down there, Mommy." You say, running the head of your cock over Sophia's lips.   

The dominant look on your girlfriend's face had changed, as if that dominant part had never happened, her puppy eyes were there, looking at you, the beak on her lips made you want to kiss her and push the strap down her throat, you were about to find out which of the two you wanted more. 

"Baby, be kind, please." The Filipina said, your left hand caressing her face while the right continued to hold your cock.   

"Open that beautiful mouth for me, Mommy." You said, without answering the woman below you. 

When the Filipino girl finally let you slide your strap inside her mouth, you wanted it to be real, you wanted to have a cock to feel your hot mouth around it. You started thrusting lightly, Sophia's hands grabbing both sides of your thighs to steady herself, the Filipina trying to get used to the slow thrusts. As you started to accelerate, Sophia's hands went to your hip bone, trying to get you back to the slow speed of before. Stopping the thrusts and taking your cock out of the Filipina's mouth, you grabbed her hair, making her look up and meet your eyes.   

"You're not going to touch me, do you understand? You weren't kind when you were in charge, why do I have to be?" Sophia looked at you, fake tears in her eyes.  

"Baby, please, you know I can't take it as long as you can." She said, as she tried to convince you to give in.   

You both knew the game you were playing, Sophia loved brutality, she loved it when you followed her commands, she loved to leave you scarred and begging her to turn down the intensity, whatever she's doing. But she also loves to beg, to act out that she can't stand it when all she wants is for you to break her and go harder.   

"Shut up, you had fun, you can't stop at my turn, Mommy." You said, pushing your cock down the throat of the Filipina, your thrusts were fast, saliva ran down the woman's mouth while all that could be heard in the room were the sounds of gagging coming from her.   

Deciding it was good, you stopped the thrusts again, letting Sophia breathe, her hair was messy, her eyes watered and when she looked up, you grabbed her hair, making the Filipina get up from the ground. 

Throwing her body on the bed, you laughed at the way she tried to settle into the pillows. Sophia felt you pulling her by the ankles, causing her to let out a scream followed by a giggle. 

"Baby, calm down, I'm not going to run away." She said, your hands turning her body to lie on her back.  

"I know, I'm just putting you the way I want to take you, Mommy." You said, reaching over and kissing your girlfriend's swollen lips.   

Despite the atmosphere, this kiss was calm, a bit of romanticism in the midst of the savagery of the two of you. Sophia's legs wrapped around your waist, while your hands were on either side of the Filipina's head, preventing the weight of your body from crushing her.   

"Are you ready, Mommy? 'Cause I'm going to fuck you 'til your brain melts." You said, pulling the Filipina's legs and placing them on either side of your shoulders.   

"Yes, baby. Make mommy feel good, get your gift." 

As soon as you slid the strap inside Sophia, a loud moan escaped both of you, the sight you had was the best thing in the world and the feeling of your strap entering Sophia, took the Filipina to paradise. You started to lunge slowly, giving the woman below you time to get used to your size.    

"Oh my god, baby. You're so big." Sophia said, her eyes closed as she grabbed your hands, which were holding both of her thighs.   

"Alright baby, I'm going slow."   

Fulfilling your promise, your movements were slow, but  reached deeper and deeper inside the Filipina, the girl moaned uncontrollably, and sweat was starting to appear on the bodies of both of you. As time passed, your thrusts became quick, Sophia's moans mingled with yours in the closed room. The air conditioner didn't seem to do anything, seeing how sweaty your bodies were, and seeing the expression on Sophia's face, you knew she would cum soon. 

"Mommy, can you go further back, please?" you said, letting go of the Filipina's thighs. 

Sophia, doing as you said, crawled to the head of the bed, laying her head comfortably on the pillows that stood. The woman's legs were shaky, her body was sweaty, and she was loving every moment of that early Christmas present.   

After Sophia settled in, you finally climbed onto the bed, your legs weakening from standing so much. You crawled up to your girlfriend, positioning yourself between the Filipina's legs. 

"I love you so much, baby." You say gluing your forehead to hers. "I can't wait to have a child with you." And with that, you pushed your cock back into your girlfriend, making the Filipina moan loudly, not only for the feeling of having you inside her, but also for your words.   

"I love you, baby." Sophia said, your thrusts becoming fast again. 

The foreheads of the two of you were still glued, you glued your mouth to Sophia's, interrupting the moans she let out. The Filipina's hands ran down your back with furious scratches, leaving marks and slight traces of blood.   

"OH MY GOD, BABY. DON'T STOP! I'M CUMMING!" The Filipina said, clinging to you as you put your face on her neck. "YES, BABY! JUST LIKE THAT, GIVE ME YOUR BABIES! MAKE ME A REAL MOMMY!" 

When Sophia yelled that, you were surprised, but you continued your movements, thrusting hard and fast inside the Filipina. Your arms were on either side of Sophia's head, supporting your body, as they did almost all night. 

"Take baby, take all my babies. Cum for me, baby." You said, hearing a last loud moan coming from the lips of the woman beneath you. 

Sophia's body trembled under yours, you continued fucking her in her orgasm, the strap rubbed perfectly against your clit, making you and your girlfriend cum together. The heavy breaths of the two of you could be heard inside the room, which was now silent.  

The euphoria and adrenaline diminished as you regulated your breaths and filled your lungs with air again. Stepping off the Filipina and discarding the strap, you lay down next to Sophia, the woman snuggling close to you instantly. 

"When we get the chance, do you think we'll still want to have kids?" Sophia asked, her head on your chest as tears welled up in her eyes. 

"I will always want a family with you, Sophia." You said, taking her hand in yours. "No matter how long we have to wait, I'll still be here to build everything with you." You say.  

"I always think about how long it can all take, I have a career starting and..." Sophia began, being interrupted by you. 

"Hey, I don't care. I'm so proud of you and everything you've been building with those girls. No matter how long it takes Sophia, I'll be with you until the end. I want everything you want." You say, Sophia lifting her head from your chest and pressing her lips to yours in a kiss full of love.  

It was all the woman needed to hear, that you would always be there, no matter how much time passed, you would still be by her side, waiting and taking every step at the right time.   

"Now can we talk about how I would like to get another Christmas present like this?" You said, breaking the kiss and trying to lighten the mood. Which seems to have worked, as the Filipina let out a laugh, slapping her hand on your abdomen.  

"Only on your birthday." Sophia said, looking at you with a wide smile. You moaned, throwing your head back, joining in the fun.   

"How about we do this on every holiday." You said, raising your head quickly, making the Filipina laugh again and press another kiss to your lips to finally shut you up.   

I don't know how I wrote all this, in fact I'm trying to figure out how all this was in my brain. I feel like a teenager in puberty, but anyway, first chapter of Kids out is out.

please i'm just a horny girl 😭

[stardustizuku]

So, Gushing Over Magical Girls Is The Best Thing To Happen to Magical Girls

Gushing Over Magical Girls get this bad rep. For all the wrong reasons. I’ve seen it be called an insult to Magical Girls, I’ve seen it be called “gooner bait” a term I absolutely despise but that’s a thing for another day. I’ve seen it insulted for everything and anything under the sun.

I first got acquainted with it when I was scrolling through Twitter and I saw someone complain about the PV. However, as an avid Magical Girl Fan, I wasn’t disgusted. I was intrigued.

I decided to read the manga, and oh god.

This is one of the best things I’ve read.

The story follows Utena, a shy girl that loves Magical Girls, tricked to become the evil general that will defeat the Magical Girl team “Tres Magia”.

And it’s a delight.

I binged all the episodes available to me in the manga, and had fun in each and every chapter.

The same, however, couldn’t be said by half the people who watched the anime. And I was extremely baffled. As a queer woman, this was the first time in my life, in which I had seen something so deliberately catered towards me. I saw tell-tale signs of someone who genuinely admires the genre, and is simply using it as an outlet for exploring deeper and more interesting topics that a SFW version of it would not be able to.

Yet, I turn around and I see people calling it the most horrendous stuff, and accusing everyone who likes it of being monsters or men.

Genuinely, I’ve had enough.

Gushing Over Magical Girl is not the Devil. In fact, I think it’s the best thing to come don’t even like Magical Girls AND IT SHOWS.

PART 1: “Magical girls are for little girls!”.

The first criticism you’ll see aimed at “Gushing over Magical girl” is the amount of sexually charged content it has. And it is true. It borders on straight up porn in many instances and it just gets wilder as you go on. By chapter 30, we’re way past PantyShots. Like, I’ve seen some of these girls’ vaginas, and I’m not joking.

Personally, I don’t see anything wrong with it, but there’s people who might disagree.

“Magical Girls are for little girls” some people say “and you’re corrupting it!”

Which genuinely makes me laugh.

This is because this type of argument could only be done by someone with no real concept of Magical Girls aside from maybe Sailor Moon and Sakura Card Captor.

out of the Magical Girl genre in a WHILE (Ignoring Precure, because they just gave us a magical boy and that’s my win of the decade).

People are just, you know, stupid. And reactionary. Enough that they see a boob and lose their minds like a Karen at a Christmas Eve Mall.

My point is, I love this manga. And I’m willing to risk my reputation to defend it. Cause genuinely, half the people who are clutching their pearls over this show - Magical Girl Anime haven’t always been PG, or aimed at girls.

Cutie Honey is a great example. It’s one of the most famous Magical Girl Anime you will find - and it’s a shonen. With the protagonist, Honey, being constantly naked, groped, put in suggestive situations and have outfits that show her cleavage.

And it’s one of the most famous, most popular takes on Magical Girl there is. Yet, I never see any amount of outrage towards it. (Part of me wonders if it’s because the fan service is aimed at men, rather than involving yuri).

There’s also Lyrical Nanoha, one of the most popular serial franchises there is. It spans several seasons and spinoffs, and it’s beloved by many.

And it’s aimed at older men. Yes, it’s a Seinen.

In fact, its origins are far from PG. It’s actually a Spin-off of an erotic game named “Triangle Heart”. It was most definitely not created with little girls in mind, and themes it tackles reflect as much.

There’s Fate/kaleid liner Prisma Illya too, a spinoff of the Fate/Stay Night VN, very obviously aimed at older men, it’s a Seinen. It has a lot of fanservice and scenes where the characters are half naked.

Day Break Illusion is also a Shonen.

And as much as I adora Madoka - I’ve been stating for years now that it isn’t a show meant for little girls. You could argue it’s for everyone, regardless of gender, who’s a little older. But it most definitely wasn’t for little girls.

So, no. This was never an “only girls” club. Trying to paint it as such, is not only wrong but ignorant.

Magical Girl shows can be for anyone. Men, boys, girls, women and I find it infantilizing to consider it “only for little girls”.

No one says “super heroes are ONLY for little boys”

Well, some do. But they’re, you know, bigots. Who don’t want girls playing or adults o have fun.

So no, Gushing Over Magical Girls being a sexually charged anime in the Seinen category isn’t “corrupting the genre”. In fact, I would argue it’s doing exactly what the genre has done in the OVA shadows for a while.

Not to mention, many people have screamed from the rooftop how they want “more mature Magical Girl shows” referring to the success of Madoka. But as soon as an actually mature take on Magical Girls shows up, tackling issues of sexuality and love, you all don’t want it anymore.

(We all know why, though. Americans, and western culture in general, considers mature themes, only that which involves violence. Anything close to discussing issues of sex is no longer “mature” but “Pornographic” and deserving of being shoved into a corner. With all queer themes, gender studies, and any nuance that could be had regarding these issues).

And speaking of sexually charged, have you watched so called “wholesome” magical girls? They’re still very much sexy. Not in the “on the nose” ecchi way Seinen and Shonen are - but they still are.

You’ll find transformations were the girls are naked, zoom in to their breasts, you’ll have panty shots every now and then. Even themes of growing up, having crushes, and innuendos about sex. Inappropriate relationships, taboo romance, and the likes.

Sakura had Rita and a professor’s relationship (mutual in the manga), Sailor Moon had Chibiusa and Elliot’s romance, Sugar Sugar Rune even having an element for ‘lust’ and other different types of love, and let’s not forget Mermaid Melody which has several instances of the girls naked, in compromising positions with other men. And I’m pretty sure Tokyo Mew Mew likely opened a whole bunch of doors for girls to be into CNC.

This is, by the way, normal.

Completely so.

These stories often talk about the girlhood experience. And girls and teenage girls are interested in all of these things. They’re interested in sex, romance, their bodies growing up, their own sexuality and the likes. It’s no wonder same-sex relationships and romance get included, they’re part of what experiencing the world through the eyes of a young girl is like.

And subsequently, it stands to reason that as people who engaged with MG grow up - they find comfort in exploring their sexuality through Magical Girl themselves. There’s a reason why there’s a growing section of “Magical Girl” in your local hentai site.

“Men get off on corrupting this wholesome girl targeted genre” is actually TERF rhetoric sneaking through the mainstream. It ignores AFAB ppl and gender nonconforming people, who grew up with Magical Girls, simply using a medium that originally started their journey of sexual identity, to explore more “grown up” aspects of that same identity.

In particular, I’m a Cis AroAce Woman. I wrote a lot of Magical Girl NSFW when I first started writing NSFW Twitter threads. They’re bad and they’re cringey. But it was something I needed.

Magical Girls were a huge part of my childhood and early teens. When I was mentally in the space to want to engage with NSFW content: it was obvious I would turn to what first sparked excitement.

So this idea that “men are corrupting Magical Girls with their sick fantasies” is nothing more than TERF-lite propaganda. People, including women and men, have been doing this for ages; for a variety of reasons. And doing so, doesn’t rob children of their spaces - but the gentrification of the internet is a story of another day.

The other argument I have heard is that GOMG is a mockery of the genre. Which is even more laughable in my opinion.

PART 2: Parodies and why I hate Earth Defender’s Club.

Gushing Over Magical Girls loves Magical Girls. It’s a parody, in a way, but it knows very well what it parodies. It’s not surface level in the slightest. And it absolutely is not mean spirited about it.

A lot of the time, shows that reference and parody the Magical Girl genre, do so in ways that feel like they view it as a lesser genre. They take generic images of cute girls in frilly outfits, swap the colors around, and have them chant over-the-top spells. You’re meant to laugh, not only at how silly they look, but people who would love it. Especially if they’re grown ups.

I do not like “Cute High Earth Defense Club LOVE!” For this exact reason - even tho many people praise it to all heavens.

Because

1) It feels surface level in its commentary and depiction of Magical Girls and

2) More mocking towards the genre than paying homage or doing anything with it.

The continuous use of the word “Love” is a very obvious jab at Magical Girls using these words, which feels mean spirited just for the sake of it. Their outfits are almost exactly the same, save for the colors. And they all use the same sticks as weapon, with no thematic link for the shapes of the scepters. The mascot too (a wombat for god knows what reason), I think it’s meant to be a joke of some sort for how ridiculous some of the mascots for the girls get, which rubs me the wrong way.

In general, it feels shallow and mean spirited. But no one calls this an insult to Magical Girls. Because people who like it don't actually care about Magical Girls. They see cute boys doing silly things and love it. Which is kinda sad.

Now, Gushing Over Magical girls has sort of that same problem on the Tres Magias…But they’re not the protagonists. And even then, in later chapters, they get power ups that are different in design, and thematically linked.

The protagonist, and the ones we follow, are Utena and the girls. And they all have very distinct outfits, all with motifs that are tangentially thematically linked, and speak of each character’s personalities in interesting ways.

Utena in particular has THIS outfit. Which a lot of people don’t like, but I actually do.

It’s very obvious it’s taking inspo from other iconic Bad Girls in the genre. Namely, Utau, Kraehe and Devil Homura. All “Enemy characters” that have unhealthy obsessions with other characters. In particular, I think the wings and the feathers resemble Homura - THE character known to have a massive obsession with a Magical Girl (Madoka), to the point of insanity.

There’s also Magia Azure. Who’s a clear reference to the Mean Tsundere girl that is iconic to the genre. She’s also a Miko. Which is a callback to Sailor Mars, arguably THE girl who popularized this archetype.

I also love what they do with the mascots. Unlike Earth Defenders, where the mascot is you know, a mockery of the archetype of a mascot - useless, only there to give power ups, and obsessed with food - the mascots of GOMG is taking a book from Madoka.

It considers the mascots both all-too-powerful and yet limited in their reach. Which is exactly what the mascots have always been in Magical Girls. Beings so powerful they can give mythical powers to girls, yet helpless to do anything on their own. So, they use magical girls as a vehicle to achieve their goals. Most Magical girls try to paint this as a good thing, but newer genres shine light on how dangerous that can be too.

Madoka tackles it with Kyubey as the main initial mascot, only later to turn out to be the villain of the series.

And in a Post-Madoka world, trusting the mascots is just the slightest bit more difficult. That’s why, from the get go, GOMG portrays their mascots as morally corrupt. He’s not a good character, he’s malicious and doing more harm than good. But for the majority of the series, he’s painted more as a useless harmless evil than anything genuinely terrifying or worthy of concern. The attention is focused on other things.

But I love the way that it’s heavily implied that they’re not good. It’s a very interesting take on the mascot and it helps with the themes of the series. Which yes, by the way. Gushing Over Magical Girls has themes.

Which lead me to-

Part 3: Yeah, uhm, Gushing Over Magical Girl has themes.

There’s this idea that Sex is an inherently violent act. In which a man humiliates and sodomizes a woman, and therefore the woman is exploited in some way. And 10x worse is any act that involves BDSM. It’s violence; born out of hatred.

This is TERF rhetoric. I’m not joking. This line of thought leads directly to TERF ideas.

Many on the internet have pointed out as much, and BDSM members have gone to be very vocal about it. In particular, people on the role of the submissive (or the bottoms) are loudly trying to explain the contrary. How they like the act of sex, like the idea of being vulnerable, or being humiliated. There’s also plenty of LGBT+ stories that talk about it, both in western and eastern spaces. Just jump into the section of dom/sub verse at your local manga browsing website, and you’ll find something.

That said, the same is not as common for people who like to “dominate”.

I can only think of two pieces of media that argue that, whoever is the dominant or the sadist, is also a human being. That whatever they’re doing is done, not out of hatred for the submissive or an act of violence, but love.

One, is the husky and the white cat. In which Mo Ran, among other things, has to come to terms that his love isn’t “pure”. That he cannot love someone without the want to have sex, and to completely dominate that someone.

The second one is Gushing Over Magical Girls.

It’s very clear to me that Utena’s sadism isn’t a violent act. It’s an act born out of love. She genuinely loves the Magical Girls, and most girls for that matter, and whenever she is inflicting pain and fighting with them - what she wants is to ultimately help them in some way.

She wants them to “be the cutest version they can be” and wants them to shine brighter than ever.

There’s this one scene I love, around chapter 20, in which Baiser (Utena) is fighting Magia Azura. And due to Baiser going a bit too far, Azura ends up being Mind-broken. She crawls towards her, calls her “mistress” and begs to become her servant.

In any normal Hentai you’ll find, this is a good thing. This would be the ideal outcome. A character being turned into nothing but a sex slave for the enjoyment of the dominant.

Which is why I found it breathtaking when that didn’t happen.

Baiser is horrified by this. She does not want to break the girls, she wants them to be powerful. She wants them to win. With her, the evil one, being nothing more than a vehicle for them to be even stronger than before.

This is the first time I’ve ever seen dominant or sadist characters being presented both sexually, and in such a positive light. Much less a queer woman in the same position.

It doesn’t treat BDSM sex as a disgusting taboo act, but something born out of genuine love - and a want to see the other person be or feel better.

This is reinforced around chapter 25 where Leberblume and Loco Mùsica are fighting Baiser. For context, Loco Musica wanted to be an Idol, but had terrible singing. She uses her evil power to basically force everyone to listen to her sing (which is so reminiscent of Mermaid Melody btw). When they fight, Baiser wins, and is then set to use her new found power to “punish” Loco Musica.

Originally, Loco Musica points out how Baiser’s sadistic tendencies are “the same” as Lord Enorme, who we’ve seen uses sadism as a genuine form of punishment. Something to avoid. You behave well, because you don’t want to get hurt or humiliated by her.

However, when Baiser uses her own unique type of sadism on Loco Musica, something happens. Instead of causing her physical pain by beating her or using violence, she forces her to get naked and perform her idol song like that. This causes her to get extremely embarrassed. And in the process, she actually starts to sing really well.

This is important for two reasons

1) Baiser is actually taking into account who Musica is. It’s later revealed that Musica wanted a more frilly idol-like outfit but Lord Enorme shut it down, for the sake of a more ‘unified’ aesthetic. Baiser is not just throwing around the same treatment and punishment for all girls - what one might like, the other might hate.

2) At the end of the day, while she did the punishment, it was both embarrassing, but ultimately something that helped Musica and made her feel better.

And that’s really the key here, and why I love the series.

Sadism, sex and kinks in general are not tools of degeneracy. They’re treated as part of our experience.

Also, it’s just fun?

Part 4: Gushing Over Magical Girls is just extremely fun when you don’t have a dumb bitch yapping abt how unholy it is to see tiddies on a screen

Yeah, GOMG just has one of the most creative depictions of the most insane of kinks you’ll see - I could spent hour gushing over Nero Alice.

Seeing all these different kinks being depicted as powers and abilities that these characters have - and seeing how they interact with other people is just interesting.

The sex scenes are both hilarious and kinda sexy. Specially if you do like to see women all hot and bothered. Personally I’m not into girls (or anyone for that matter) but I have to admit the scenes were pretty hot. And there is no shame in admitting as much. No matter what the puritanical Christian on Twitter crying abt “god honoring lesbian sex” Will tell you.

I cannot begin to explain just how hype and relatable it was to see Magia Baiser defeat Lord Enorme with the power of straight up delusion, we STAN.

So, yeah.

It’s been a while since I last saw a Magical Girl Show so unashamed of being a Magical Girl Show. Unashamed of being weird, of praising the genre and just enjoying it.

My essay is titled, in part, as a joking reference to my much more popular series “MLB is the worst thing to happen to the magical girl series”. Which I still think is true.

And while, yeah, maybe GOMG isn’t the best thing to come out of the genre…I still think it’s good that it came out.

A lot of people say they want a more “mature” take on Magical Girls but - this proved to me that just isn’t the case.

Gushing over magical girls proves that the Magical Girl Genre Can Be so much more than what people think. More than glitter and sparkles, more than vapid action scenes, or what little girls want.

Much like any other genre, it can be raunchy, it can be messy, it can explore things outside of the status quo. But it can still deeply respect the source material, and the origins of it.

GOMG proves Magical Girls can be fun. Just. Straight up fun. Regardless of your age. They can serve and connect you to parts of yourself you didn’t realize you could connect to.

I hope it proves to more people that the genre can be so much more than “just for little girls” that parodies can be more than pointing and laughing, and that it can have themes beyond just, “friendship”.

Magical Girls can be so much more. You just, have to have an open mind about it.

[imagine-you]

don't turn your back on me [old man logan/reader]

Summary: "You would always remember the night the X-Men fell, because it was also the night you lost Logan." The first in a series of spinoffs from my main fic in my Home 'verse that explores different Wolverine variants and their relationships with the reader in their universes. Word Count: 6.3k Author's Notes: This isn't so much based on the movie Logan as it is the comic series Old Man Logan. In that series, it's Logan who kills the X-Men and not Professor X. Next up: Marvel Zombies/What If? crossover with zombified Wolverine and side Bucky/Reader for Halloween!

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You would always remember the night the X-Men fell, because it was also the night you lost Logan.  

You knew something was wrong before you even stepped through the doors of the mansion. It was late, but the mansion had never been so eerily still. It was always so full of life at every hour, with chatter and laughter and yelling. 

You weren't expecting the first body sprawled on the floor of the foyer. You fell to your knees, reaching out a shaky hand to feel for a sign of life, but it was pointless.  

Scott was dead.  

You weren't sure how long you stayed there, staring at him, before you realized he wasn't the only body. You followed the trail of fallen through the hallways of the mansion, dizzy and disoriented. You hadn't been gone for long, only a few hours. But how had you come back to this? How could any of this have happened? 

There was a shifting in your periphery, someone walking along the edge of the room, but your attention was caught by something else.  

It was Logan.  

You felt your breath leave you all in a rush at the sight before you. Logan, claws deep in Ororo's chest, snarling in her face as the life drained from her.  

"Logan?" 

Your voice sounded small, terrified, and for a moment you didn't even realize it was yours. Your heart was pounding as he slowly turned his gaze on you. He looked nearly feral, completely unaware of his surroundings. The man you loved more than anyone else would have never hurt Ororo or Scott no matter how much he fought with him. The man you loved wouldn't be getting to his feet, his claws still unsheathed, as he began to approach you. The man you loved wouldn't dare raise a hand, ready to sink his claws into you, his expression clouded with fury.  

"Victor," he snarled, poised to strike. "I should've known you'd be in on this," he spat before slashing down.  

You were quick to raise a forcefield, holding it in front of you like a shield to fend off his attack. He kept advancing, his movements frenzied as he tried to land a blow.  

All the while, there was that awareness at the edge of your vision. It was bothering you, but you couldn't take your eyes off Logan. He was single-minded in his attack, and he kept trying to break through your barrier.  

"Logan!" You shouted, hoping to get through to him. "Logan, it's me," you pleaded, keeping your defenses raised.  

You had a feeling that your current tactic wasn't going to work. Not if you wanted to figure out why the hell Logan had killed so many of his own team, his family, and why he thought you were Victor. So, you let yourself go invisible, quickly dropping your forcefield and moving off to the side.  

Logan stumbled forward, his claws getting momentarily stuck in the wall, before he pulled them free.  

"You can't hide from me, Victor," he roared, anger written into the lines of his body.  

You kept yourself hidden, not wanting to let Logan find you before you could figure out what the hell was going on. It was there, just on the edge of your vision, a shimmer of air that begged to be uncovered.  

You were so focused on finding the intruder that you backed right into a table, sending a vase toppling off the side. The sound of it crashing to the floor was loud, jarringly loud, in the room and Logan's eyes unerringly fixed on you.  

"There you are," he growled, his claws catching the light and sending your heart racing. "You won't get away from me that easily," he continued, his fist pulled back, poised to bring his claws down right into your throat.  

You managed to finally snag the anomaly in a forcefield, easily crushing it between one beat of your heart and the next. The tips of Logan's claws had just brushed against your throat when he reeled back, blinking at you in alarm.  

"Y/N? What the hell is going on? Where's Victor?" 

"Logan, look at me," you said, reaching out to cup his face in your hands, not wanting him to see the destruction that had befallen the mansion. You knew once he realized what happened, once he saw the bodies, he would lose it all over again. For now, you needed him here with you. "Victor was never here. I don't know what he showed you, but it wasn't your fault, okay?" 

"What?" Logan's brow furrowed in confusion, and he tried to turn his head, but you held firm. He could have easily shaken you off, but he seemed to realize it was what you needed from him. "Who? What are you talking about? They all showed up and just started attacking. I got most of them, I think, but--" 

"Mysterio," you blurted, recognizing the cape and glass shards of his helmet. Wade had always called him the magic fishbowl, but you couldn't even find humor in it now. "Mysterio must've created an illusion," you started to explain, not knowing how to keep your voice even. Your hands were shaking as you held his face, and you could feel tears begin to well in your eyes. You didn't know the extent of the damage, but the blood that coated nearly every surface didn't bode well for the team.  

"What," Logan snapped, finally tearing free of your hold. "But I got the young ones out. And then the team disappeared and then...and then...," he froze, his eyes finally taking in the outcome of his unintentional slaughter. "But it wasn't them," he muttered, his eyes focused in on the blood that had pooled beneath Jubilee's head. "It wasn't them, I swear," he said before he turned away from you. He cried out in anguish before falling to his knees. His head fell into his hands, and you could see his shoulders begin to shake.  

You shuffled forward, making sure to not make any sudden movements. You reached out a hand, briefly landing it on Logan's shoulder, but he shook you off.  

"Don't touch me," he snarled, snapping his head up. He looked over his shoulder in your direction but wouldn't make eye contact. "I did this." 

It sounded final, a revelation that would change Logan forever, and you knew he was starting to slip away from you.  

"Logan, it wasn't your fault. Mysterio tricked you and you couldn't have--" 

"I did this," Logan insisted, staring down at the blood on his hands. Suddenly, he was on his feet, and his hands were ripping at his uniform. He was half-naked by the time he turned a wild look on you before he was gone, storming out of the mansion.  

"Logan," you pleaded, following after him. You couldn't look at the bodies anymore and you couldn't stay at the mansion. Logan had always been your home, your everything, and you couldn't let him leave you now.  

By the time you got outside, there was no sign of Logan anywhere. You spotted something on the ground, and you bent down to pick it up. It was a scrap of his X-Men uniform, left abandoned and forgotten. You held it close to your chest before you took a few steps forward, eyeing the forest that bordered the property.  

Logan was somewhere in there and you intended to find him.  

Rumors and stories haunted you during the years you spent on Logan's trail. He never stayed in one place for too long, fleeing from location to location, as if the death he so easily craved was on his heels.  

You supposed, in a way, that was true.  

Logan refused to pop his claws. He didn't want to fight, all of his desire to be a hero had been torn out of him the night he unknowingly felled the X-Men. He suffered by himself, knowing that he couldn't die, so he would have to live with the memories of his team, his family dead.  

You wanted to take him by the shoulders and scream at him that you were still alive. He wasn't to blame for what happened to the X-Men, but he was to blame for what happened between the two of you. Did any of it mean so little to him? Did he really think you thought so little of him? Had the proposal and the promises of a future together simply vanish along with him the night that changed everything?  

You truly had nothing except for the small, brittle hope you were harboring that Logan would finally just stop running. So, you kept chasing him and cleaning up his messes along the way, because you felt like it was all you could do.  Logan was yours, the one person in the whole world that you knew was just for you. He had promised, with stolen kisses before you had to run off to teach mutant history or when he pressed you down into your bedsheets ready to wreck you in the best way, that you were his too.  

The fact that he never once looked back, never stayed in one place too long just to try to see if you could catch up, hurt more than you had words to describe.  

When the heroes fell, the villains rose. The country changed, becoming a playground for every human, mutant, and alien with villainous intent. Fear permeated the air everywhere you went, people terrified for their lives and their families, knowing that no one was coming to save them.  

During those years, you became known as Logan's shadow. Logan was no longer the Wolverine and wouldn't dare flash his claws, but you would happily wield whatever weapon necessary to make sure no one went after him. Where Logan went, death followed, because it fell on you to leave the body count in his wake.  

You saved people and gave them their livelihoods back, because you would never have yours again. You killed slumlords and murderers and anyone who sought joy from destruction, because it was people like them who had stolen your future with Logan from you. You watched Logan's back from afar and craved his touch, his look, his assurance, but going without every time.  

You had scars that would never heal and new terrors to haunt you in the night, but all you wanted was him. You felt like you were going insane, relentlessly chasing something you might never have again, but you found it difficult to relinquish hope.  

 You figured sooner or later, you would get lucky. If only for a moment, you just wanted to be in the same room as him. You wanted to walk into a space without knowing that you had missed him by only minutes before having to run after him again.  

You lucked out years down the line after taking out one of Norman Osborn's lackies in an abandoned warehouse district. You were in Osborn County, near what used to be Detroit, when you heard Logan's gruff voice coming from one of the buildings. He sounded tired, wrecked, and there was someone else's voice taunting him.  

"Can't get little Wolverine to come and play, can I? Too bad he's not here to join the party, because it's about to get real fun," the voice crowed before you heard a new voice.  

"Please! He's all I have," a woman begged, her voice breaking into a sob.  

You had been tracking Logan for long enough that you knew he was usually alone. So, you didn’t know how he had managed to stick around long enough to see the damage you were about to do. It was the usual routine for you two. Trouble found Logan, Logan fled, and you swept in and took care of the problem.  

This wasn’t at all how it was supposed to go, and you felt a little thrill of anticipation run through you at the thought of seeing him.  

You hadn’t been this close to him in years, and you wondered why he was still hanging around. You weren't sure if it was where he had been crashing before moving on, but now as you were trying to get a glimpse into the building, you could see a makeshift camp in the corner of the room.  

Logan was on his knees, glaring at someone, and when you shifted to the side, you could see a man with a knife to a kid's throat. He didn't look older than fifteen, tears streaming down his face as he stared death down. There was also a woman with another guy behind her, holding a gun to her head.  

"Just kill me," the woman begged, holding her hands out. “Kill me and let him go. He doesn’t deserve to die.” 

"You don't pay us and now we kill your boy," the guy behind her spat. "And lookie here, we've got a live audience," he nodded over at Logan. "'cept he's not gonna do anything, 'cause he's a chickenshit now." 

Logan looked so defeated and you knew he was struggling with himself. He wanted to help the woman and her son, but he was done killing. You watched him for a moment, so relieved to even just see him, despite the circumstances.  

Logan drew in a deep breath before his head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours where you were still hidden in the darkness. He took another breath, and you knew he had caught your scent. His expression morphed from disbelief to heartbreak to acceptance. He dipped his head in a tiny nod, silently giving you the go ahead.  

You stepped out of the shadows that had shielded you, shedding your invisibility, and smirked at the two guys who had landed themselves on your target list.  

"He might not do anything," you started, forming a forcefield around the one with the knife. "But I sure as hell will." 

"What the hell?" The one with the gun gasped, turning it on you.  

You easily deflected the bullet with a forcefield while you trapped the guy with the knife. You snapped your forcefield closed, only his hand holding the knife free outside of it, and watched it fall to the ground. Blood began to coat the sides of your forcefield while the guy screamed in agony.  

You formed another forcefield around the gun in the other guy's hand and jerked it free, watching him stumble in an attempt to pull it back. It clattered uselessly to the floor, several feet away and out of reach.  

You let another forcefield encase the guy's head, offering him a goodbye wave, before you let the sides collapse, taking his skull with it. His body fell to the ground, limbs still uselessly twitching, as the field held the remnants of his brain and bones and eyes. You let it all fall to the floor with a grotesque splat before turning your attention on the other guy who was still mourning the loss of his hand.  

The woman had grabbed her son and was clutching at his shoulders, desperately trying to prove to herself that he was unharmed. Once she was satisfied, she pulled him close and then fled for the door, not even sparing a glance back as you pried the knife from the guy's disembodied hand.  

You turned towards the man still in your forcefield and let it drop. He raised his head to sneer up at you.  

"You'll regret this," he claimed, falling back onto the floor. "People are payin' attention to you! You can't just do whatever the hell you want." 

"Yeah, whatever," you sighed, before taking the knife and striking out with it, catching him in the chest.  

You watched the man die, his blood pooling at your feet, before you turned your attention towards the other man snared in one of your forcefields.  

Logan's shoulders were slumped as you approached him.  

"Don't," he sighed, shaking his head. He was kneeling on the floor, leaning his forehead against your forcefield, but he wasn't actively trying to escape.  

He knew it would be a useless endeavor.  

You took a precious moment to catalogue all the little differences you noticed since the last time you saw him. His hair now had a couple of streaks of grey and the lines in his face were more pronounced. Logan had started to age, just the tiniest bit, and you hated that you had missed the opportunity to see him evolve over the years. It was another thing he had denied you and you didn’t know if you would ever fully forgive him for it.  

"I've waited years for this moment," you reminded him, sinking to your knees so you were at his level. "I'm not going anywhere, Logan, and until you hear me out, you aren't either." 

Logan had his eyes closed, but he finally opened them to meet yours. "What do you want?" 

You let out a humorless laugh, reaching a hand out to place it against the forcefield.  

"You," you answered, because it should have been obvious. "I've only ever wanted you, but you don't want me. Not anymore. Or else you wouldn't have run from me. Not for ten fucking years." 

Logan snorted, sitting back enough to give you a disbelieving look. "I've always wanted you," he refuted, briefly letting the want and longing he had been suppressing flash across his face. "But I don't deserve you. Not after what I did." 

"I don't blame you," you assured him, your hands beginning to tremble. You wanted so badly to reach out and pull him into your arms, but you were scared to drop your forcefield. He would run away again, and you were tired of him leaving you in the dust. "I wouldn't have chased you all these years if I thought for one second that you were to blame." 

"Let me go," he begged you. "I'm not that guy anymore. I can't be that guy for you anymore." 

"Yes, you can," you hissed, anger starting to rise, overtaking desperation. "I don't want Wolverine, I've only ever wanted you, Logan. You don't have to be a hero again, but I just want you with me. Isn't that enough? Just us?" 

Logan wouldn't meet your eyes, and you crashed your fist into your forcefield, hating that he wouldn't even look at you. Your heart was breaking all over again and a part of you was starting to wish you hadn't caught up to him at all.  

"Stop being a coward," you snarled, getting to your feet. You turned your back on Logan and walked away from him, relishing the idea of making him chase after you for once. "You're not the only one in pain," you reminded him. "You're not the only one who lost their entire family that night. But the difference between us is you chose to run away from me, but I didn't want that. I never wanted you to leave me, but you didn't even give me the fucking choice." Your hands were clenched into fists at your sides, and you could barely keep them from shaking. "You know what," you started, finally making your decision. "If you want to go, then you can fucking leave again." You dropped your forcefield, keeping your back to him. You didn't know what was more pathetic. That you couldn't watch him abandon you again or that you knew you would still follow him once he was gone.  

You weren't prepared for Logan's hand on your shoulder or when he turned you around to look at him. His expression was a mix of despair and frustration and want.  

"You want me that much?" He got out between gritted teeth. "You want the guy who murdered our family? Who has only ever thought of you this whole time and what was best for you?" 

"That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it. If you gave a shit about me, you would stop running," you seethed at him. "The guy who murdered our family is dead, because I fucking killed him! All you've done for the past ten years is run, Logan. Aren't you fucking tired of running?" 

"You deserve better than me," he argued, his hands coming up to grip your arms. "Why can't you just let me go?" 

"Because I fucking love you, you absolute moron," you snarled before pressing your lips to his, not wanting to argue any longer. You had spent ten years alone, desolate and grieving, and when you imagined this moment during lonely nights, you never quite managed to think it would be so full of hostility.  

Logan froze for a moment before he responded in kind. His hands were tight bands around your forearms and his teeth nipped at your lips, begging entrance you eagerly granted. You slipped your hands beneath his shirt and raked your nails down his back, wanting to make him hurt. You wished you could leave your mark on him, but he would only heal within seconds.  

Harsh kisses were followed by soft whimpers, and you tore your mouth free, obligingly baring your neck to him when he trailed his lips along your jaw towards your throat. He bit kisses into your skin, soothing the sting with his tongue, before moving on to the next one.  

You didn't know how you got across the room or when he lowered you down onto his makeshift bed. All you could recognize was that Logan was holding you in his arms and whispering a promise against your mouth.  

He still loved you.  

He told you that over and over again until you started to believe him.  

Logan was out of his shirt before you could get rid of yours. He reached down, helping you tug your shirt up over your head before his hands fell to the waistband of your jeans. He met your eyes, silently asking permission, and you nodded your head, hoping you didn't appear too eager.  

It had been so long since you felt Logan and you didn't realize just how much you needed him. The feel of his body against yours and his hands wrapped around your hips and his breath warming the side of your neck before he sucked another kiss into your flesh.  

It felt like an eternity before you were both completely bared to each other. Logan was kneeling on the floor, a question in his eyes, and you nodded your head. Your legs fell open easily, admitting Logan until he was all you could feel.  

The sex was fast and nearly punishing, both of you taking out years of aggression and want on the other. It was all-consuming, you could feel, hear, taste, see, and smell nothing but Logan. His tongue was in your mouth and your legs were wrapped around his hips, urging him to quicken his pace. You were covered in bruises and aching, but all you could think about was how much you had missed Logan. You poured every ounce of your want into the moans being wrung out of you and when you gasped, your head tilted back as you chased your end, all you could think about on the fall down was how much you didn't want it to be over.  

You half-expected Logan to get up and leave, but he stayed right there with you. He maneuvered the two of you until he was on his back and you were curled up into his side, your head resting on his shoulder with his arm around your waist.  

You chanced a glance up at him, terrified that it had all been a dream. "I'm scared," you found yourself admitting.  

Logan quirked an eyebrow at you, his hand gently rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. "Why scared?" 

You had so many things to be scared about, but most of all you were scared that Logan was already slipping away from you again.  

You didn't want to confess that, so you settled for something else.  

"My luck is going to run out eventually," you pointed out with a grimace. "You go around killing villains in a country run by villains, and the wrong people take notice. They'll get me sooner or later. That dead guy over there said as much earlier." 

Logan was silent for a few torturous, drawn-out moments before he finally sighed. "Then you should go home. Stop running after me." 

You let out an annoyed huff before you sat up, staring down at him in disbelief. "Home, Logan? I don't have a home. You," you stressed, poking him in the chest, "are my home, you idiot." You turned away from him, reaching out for your clothes. You were suddenly freezing, and you had no desire to run around in the same conversational circles with Logan again.  

"Just, c'mere," Logan breathed, reaching out to tug you back into his arms once you were dressed again. "I don't know if I'll ever stop running," he confessed, holding tight when you made to move away again. "Because every time I think about it, I remember their blood on my hands. They were my family and I was supposed to protect them, but I slaughtered them. They screamed, you know, but I thought it was Sinister and Bullseye and other jackasses we'd spent our whole lives fighting. But it was Storm, Cyclops, Jubilee, Beast," he listed, his grip tightening on you with each one. "And it was almost you. Mysterio had me so convinced you were Victor, I was about to slice your head off with my claws. I tried so hard to just get rid of myself, because I knew I'd never be able to erase what I did. I don't know how to just stand still and face what I've done. But God, you make me want to try. You make me want to be better, but all I've done is hurt you and force you to kill for me. I'm the reason you've got that target on your back." 

"It's not your fault," you reiterated for what you felt like must have been the thousandth time since the night the X-Men fell. "Mysterio and all those villains who took advantage of what happened to our family are to blame. You loved them all so much and they knew that, Logan. I'm not asking you to face your demons for me, but I just want to go with you where you go and not arrive days later, searching for you. If you can't stay still, then that's okay, because I'll run with you." 

Logan pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, pulling in a deep breath, drawing in your scent. "Get some rest," he replied, keeping you pressed close to him. "I get the feeling you haven't had a good night's sleep in a while. I'll watch out for you." 

You knew it was Logan's way of avoiding the issue, but you still felt a breath of relief escape you. Half the time, you had to sleep with one hand on a weapon, waiting for an attack. You couldn't remember the last time you had fallen asleep feeling safe, and now in Logan's hold, you could already feel yourself begin to drift off.  

You took a chance, pressing a brief kiss to Logan's shoulder. "I love you," you whispered, knowing he would hear you.  

You were asleep before you could hear Logan's response, if he even had one.  

When you woke in the morning, you were alone.  

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting yourself believe that Logan was coming back, before you forced yourself to face reality.  

As you stood, you tried to stretch the aches out of your body. Sleeping on the floor hadn't been the brightest idea, but when you had been so fully embraced by Logan, it hadn't mattered. Now, you were cold, alone, and felt incredibly vulnerable.  

Later, you would blame the heartbreak that had transcended into resignation. You were so blinded by being left behind again that you didn't even notice the hit coming.  

Something rolled across the floor and landed right at your feet. It took you a stupidly long moment to realize it was one of Osborn's pumpkin bombs. You brought your hands up, only having enough time to form a half-assed forcefield, before the bomb went off.  

You were thrown back into the wall behind you before falling to the floor, your head bouncing painfully off your forcefield on the way down. You didn't even realize you had dropped it until a tentacle slammed down into the floor beside you followed by another on your other side, cutting off any hope of an exit you might have.  

When your vision focused again, you saw three figures staring down at you.  

"Wakey wakey," Green Goblin sang, tilting his head to the side as he observed you. "We've been looking for you." 

"Thought you could escape us?" Victor Creed growled, flexing his claws.  

You didn't know whether it was hilarious or depressing that Logan had left you, but his brother had somehow shown up in his place. As you stared up at the last villain, Omega Red, you wondered how you could have been so stupid. You had let your guard down, for Logan, and now you were going to get yourself killed. You had spent years killing goons and lackies and now their bosses were here to exact revenge.  

If you were going down, then you resolved to at least try to take someone with you.  

Victor would be the easiest, so you turned a smirk up at him. He seemed briefly confused before you formed a forcefield around his body and attempted to crush him, but it was at that moment Osborn flipped a switch on the device strapped to his wrist. At the same time, Omega Red used one of his tentacles, the end of it pointed into a sharp lance, and slammed it down into your calf. You could feel the bone break and you instinctively tried to jerk away from him, but you couldn't go anywhere. The attack was followed up by a mist spraying from Osborn's device and you suddenly felt like your skin was on fire.  

You knew you were screaming, and you wished for nothing more than the ability to stop, but pain had enveloped you so completely. You weren't even sure if the others were actively hurting you or Norman just wanted to you to lose your mind. After your screams died out, simply because your throat felt worn raw and you couldn't pull in anymore breath into your lungs, Norman sprayed another mist.  

The relief was nearly instantaneous, but the moment was short-lived.  

You were shaking uncontrollably, and you knew without a doubt that you couldn't use your power even if you had the energy to try. You felt so weakened that you could barely lift your head when Victor crouched over you. He slashed his claws across your face, leaving blood to pour freely from the gash across your cheek.  

"Too bad my brother doesn't want you anymore," he sneered, pressing his claws to your shoulder before digging in.  

You didn't have it in you to scream anymore and you felt your head loll forward, dark spots dancing in your vision.  

You knew there was no walking away from this. At least, you consoled yourself, you had known Logan for one more night. It might not have been perfect, but it was what you needed. Victor's claws came up to caress your throat and you imagined them easily slicing through your flesh, ending your life.  

You closed your eyes, wanting to think about nothing but Logan in your final moments, when you heard his voice.  

"Get the fuck away from her," Logan snarled, and you were half-convinced that it was all in your head. He should have been long gone by now, already crossing state borders in a bid to put some distance between the two of you.  

But when you managed to open your eyes, it was to see Logan at Omega Red's back. Osborn was simply watching Logan, as if he was waiting for the show, and Omega Red already had his tentacles curling out to attack Logan.  

"Looks like little Logan has come out to play," Osborn mocked, taking a few steps back to put some distance between them. He went back to the device on his wrist, and you whimpered at the idea of the unceasing pain.  

Logan shot you a worried look, but he didn't take his attention away from the three villains threatening you. He sidestepped one of Omega Red's attacks, making it look nearly effortless.  

"I said get the fuck away from her," Logan reiterated, turning his attention on Victor. "I'm not gonna ask you again, bub." 

Victor laughed, letting his claws break the skin of your throat. "I'm not scared of you. You haven't popped your claws in years. You're just a pathetic piece of shit, Logan, and now you're gonna watch your girlfriend die." 

Logan watched the blood trail down your neck before he met your eyes. There was a moment when all you could see was the fear in Logan's eyes when you sincerely thought he was going to watch Victor slash your throat. You knew that losing another person he loved would destroy him all over again and you didn't want him to have to watch.  

"Just go," you pleaded, not wanting your death on Logan's conscience as well. "It's okay." 

Logan looked so heartbroken for a moment, his eyes never once leaving yours as his hands began to tremble. But then you could see rage fall over him and he flicked his wrists, letting his claws descend.  

Between one slow blink of your eyes and the next, Logan was standing behind Victor. 

"The name's not Logan," he started, before he made a quick movement that sunk his claws right into Victor's neck. "It's Wolverine," he snarled before pulling his claws free, messy and bloody, leaving Victor's head to roll back on his shoulders before falling to the floor.  

Osborn and Omega Red didn't move for one shocked moment before they both descended on Logan. He made quick work of Green Goblin, stabbing him over and over again with his claws until Osborn's insides were spilling out of him and his face was indistinguishable beneath his cracked mask.  

Omega Red proved to be a tougher challenge for Logan. His claws didn't do much to Omega Red and you knew that it might be hours before either one of them got the upper hand. You managed to use all the strength you had reserved, waiting for your perfect moment to strike, before forming a forcefield around Omega Red. He struck out, trying to pierce through it with his tentacles, but you were determined not to let him go anywhere.  

You let it shrink and shrink, keeping a tight hold on your control. You wanted to savor Omega Red's demise, knowing that it might be the last time you got to take down a villain. You finally closed your hand into a fist, crushing Omega Red in your forcefield, stubbornly holding it long after you knew he was dead.  

Logan was at your side, pressing a torn blanket to the wound in your leg.  

"I'm here, sweetheart," he soothed, and you realized then that you had been reaching out for him, your breath leaving you on a whimper. "I'm sorry. I never should've left you here." He was careful as he slid one arm beneath your knees and used the other to brace your back. "Arms around my neck," he ordered, barely giving you time to comply before he was lifting you up.  

"Where are we going?" You croaked, your throat sore and limbs weak as you clung to him.  

"Anywhere but here," Logan answered, carrying you out of the warehouse. "Someone's gonna come sniffing around sooner or later and I want to get you as far away from here as I can." 

You could feel yourself beginning to drift now that your adrenaline had faded. "Will you be there when I wake up?" You made yourself ask, terrified that Logan would drop you off at a hospital and make a break for it.  

"I'm never leaving you again," Logan promised you as he approached a van.  

You weren't sure where he got it, but you were grateful for it when he helped you lie down in the back of it.  

You must have given him a skeptical look, because Logan grabbed your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. "From now on, we'll run together," he said, cupping a hand to your cheek. "If you'll have me," he amended, brushing his fingers over the cuts Victor had left on your face. "I wouldn't forgive me if I was you." 

"Yeah, well, you're not me," you pointed out, bringing a hand up to squeeze his wrist. "And I love you, Logan. I never stopped loving you." You had crossed state lines and fought and bled and cried all for Logan. You would have kept chasing him for the rest of your life, because he was all you had.  

Logan gifted you an uncertain smile and you knew he felt like he didn't deserve your devotion. "I'll spend the rest of my life earning that," he told you before pressing a kiss to your forehead.  

"I never wanted you to have to be the Wolverine again," you tried to console him, knowing how much he had sacrificed letting his claws free again. "But thank you for saving me." 

Logan huffed out an amused breath, gifting you with a look like he couldn't believe you were real. "You're the one who saved me," he pointed out, maneuvering himself until he could lie down at your side. Your eyelids had started to droop and you were fighting sleep. "Now, try to get some rest. I'll be here when you're ready to wake up." 

You reached out, grasping Logan's hand in yours. "I'm going to hold you to that," you let him know before letting yourself fall asleep, finally feeling safe with the knowledge that Logan wasn't planning on leaving you again. 

Author's Notes: @the-gentle-spirit had the idea that each Wolverine had their own Y/N and that the Y/N in the main fic 'won't somebody come take me home' truly had the worst Logan in her universe before she met the Logan from Deadpool and Wolverine. Every other Logan is stupidly in love with their Y/N, so the fact that that Logan could let her go so easily was truly an anomaly. So, each chapter will be a different variant, starting with Old Man Logan as a birthday gift to myself. 🎉🥳 If you want to be tagged in this series or in all of my Logan fics, just let me know!

All Logan Taglist: @i-left-my-cat-on-the-stove @slightlymediocree @snowyminty @i-wear-wet-socks313 @shizzybarnaclee

[entertxinmyfaith]

It recently occured to me after the translations for BSD 117 came out that the order that Bram gave to Akutagawa to take care of Aya has a much larger meaning for the future of Akutagawa's character and the trajectory of his character arc than I initially realized.

My first thought after reading this panel was basically thinking how funny it would be if, since Akutagawa already has Gin who he canonically loves and cares for, he just kept collecting new sisters until he was totally overrun. Then I asked myself why the idea of a mafioso totally overrun with children sounded so familiar and the answer came to me.

We've already seen in the Beast spinoff that Akutagawa is good with kids and, beyond that, we know he was a de facto leader of orphans himself when he was younger before joining the mafia. These things together helped me to realize how much hinting Asagiri has done at his intentions for Akutagawa in the future i.e. setting him up as a potential successor to Odasaku's dream of taking in, protecting, and rescuing orphan children.

While we could certainly also take this as a sign that Asagiri might kill of Akutagawa the way he did Oda, I think it makes a lot more sense following the themes of the story if Akutagawa succeeds where Odasaku wasn't able to. This also gives him a path to redemption and an escape from the darkness of the Port Mafia all while fulfilling what I now suspect has been an important aspect of Dazai's plan for him for quite a while now ever since he first noticed the similarities between his master and his student.

[laf-outloud]

EXCLUSIVE: Walker star/executive producer Jared Padalecki has re-teamed with the CW series’ executive producer/showrunner Anna Fricke for a new drama project, which has been set up at CBS for development.

Like Walker, the untitled one-hour takes place in Padalecki’s home state of Texas, but instead of a ranger, he will now play a doctor. Unlike most medical dramas, which take place at big, urban hospitals, the Fricke/Padalecki project spotlights rural medicine, which is rarely seen on TV. It centers on a headstrong, devoted country doctor (Padalecki) who practices his unique style of improvisational medicine alongside his new protégé, a young doctor running from her past, as they operate a mobile clinic and heal the bodies and souls of their underserved community in the medical desert of rural Texas.

Fricke and Laura Terry executive produce through Fricke’s Pursued by a Bear alongside Padalecki and Dan Spilo. CBS Studios, where Fricke has an overall and Padalecki a first-look deal, is the studio.

The Fricke/Padalecki project does not impact the chances of Padalecki headlining a Fire Country spinoff after he did a three-episode arc on the popular CBS/CBS Studios drama this season. That offshoot, referred to as Fire Country: Surfside, is in early stages. It remains in contention to follow Fire Country‘s greenlighted spinoff, Sheriff Country, slated to premiere next season.

Additionally, Padalecki has projects in development at CBS Studios under his first-look deal there, which he re-upped last year.

In addition to headlining and executive producing CW/CBS Studios’ Walker, Padalecki also executive produced the prequel series Walker: Independence, working on both with Fricke who developed the former and co-developed the latter in addition to her services as executive producer on both and showrunner on Walker.

“Anna Fricke is a fantastic producer, and Jared is a great producer and lead; he was a really good number one,” CBS Studios President David Stapf said of the duo following Walker‘s cancellation after four seasons.

OMG! Jared as a doctor? Sign me up!

Also love that both Anna and Laura are involved!

[elainsgirl]

I started reading ACOTAR in December last year so I’m very new. I noticed quite a few signs of elriel while reading the series but stupidly, I was waiting for Gwyn’s introduction because I saw so many people shipping her with Azriel and saying they’re endgame. I thought that at some point somehow elriel will end up like moriel where it doesn’t pan out and Gwyn becomes the main girl for Azriel. Thus I tried to not become invested in any of Elain and Azriel’s moments for fear of my heart breaking because they don’t work out. But that was hard as I really enjoyed anything that involved both of them. I especially loved Feyre shipping them because I internally wholeheartedly agreed with her lmao.

I also lost interest in elucien real fast as there was absolutely nothing there lol. Besides Elain’s obvious disinterest in him, I also believe even Lucien isn’t that crazy about Elain. I feel like he feels obligated to take interest in her because of the mating bond and that’s it. He’s not interested in Elain, he’s interested in a mate.

Fast forward to ACOSF (looooong after ACOMAF where already I felt like I sensed something between them after their first meeting, eg. Elain wearing a cobalt blue dress like Azriel’s siphons when they met, her looking to him to see if the dinner discussion is going well, enjoying chatting with him during the dinner despite being scared of fae and getting him to open up a bit more, SJM focusing separately on Feysand, Nessian, and Elriel respectively during the dinner scene. I could go on) and I was wondering how SJM is going to build up gwynriel in (1) book into something worth being invested in and have me letting go of (3) books of elriel build up.

Meanwhile Gwyn only gets introduced a ways into the book and Azriel barely has any notable interactions with her that indicate a future romance. Afterwards, I remember being like “why on earth is this fandom so sure they are/will be canon?” I got a hold of the BC and it literally just confirmed the obvious. Elriel is the next couple.

Imagine my shock when I see all the gwynriel blogs lecturing elriels on this and that (with the most ridiculous misinformation I’ve ever seen) and how elriels are delusional, etc.

It just bothers me that they essentially trick (whether knowingly or unknowingly) new readers into believing gwynriel is endgame, and then the new ones don’t always realize it’s nonsense so the fandom just keeps being flooded with new gwynriel shippers. While I support it as a crack ship, I’m entirely against someone trying to tell me they will be canon. Especially when these people are usually anti IC and Elain haters. I’m not taking them seriously.

Anyway my gut was always telling me I shouldn’t ignore elriel. I went back and reread every single mention/foreshadowing of elriel in the books and allowed myself to just absolutely fall in love with them. And I don’t regret it one bit

Hey anon 🫶

I read the acotar series before acosf came out and it was so obvious just by that series alone, Nessian and elriel were going to be a thing - so I went into acosf unsuprised when elriel started having an attraction towards each other and we got more of their buildup for their story. Gwynriel didnt even occur to me? I liked Gwyn but there was 0 memories interactions she had with Az that made me stop and think “ooh there is something there” I finished acosf and left the book thinking elriel was next. Got onto tiktok and kept seeing gwynriel everywhere in the comments of acotar videos so at first - I thought they were some type of inside joke or acota4 cult…I was shocked to find out people were shipping Gwyn and Az. Nothing in acosf ever alluded to them and I didnt believe an author like Mass would introduce Azriels LI so late into the series, that too a spinoff. I kept seeing gwynriels mention the Azriel bonus which I had 0 idea existed/ out of pure pettiness I didnt read the bonus. My stance was, I shouldn’t need a bonus to understand gwynriel or need it to know they’re the next couple. I should have gotten that from acosf alone and let me tell you - so many Gwynriels struggled with justifying their ship and proving its endgame when they can’t use the bonus which tells you enough.

Elriel was just naturally developed. Everything about them is complimentary and they just make sense together/ I loved Feyre for clocking onto elriel straight away and I loved reading every single one of their scenes and how much significance Mass places around it. It’s like she just can’t help herself from writing about elriel poetically, lmfao. Yet when Elucien were revealed to be mates, I was taken back but intrigued and already digging the idea of them. The roguish male paired w the polite lady? Sign me up for that dynamic any day yet when it came to actually reading about them / they felt so stale and awkward. Like mixing two different people together and its just not working. Every elucien scene was hard to read yet every elriel scene was flawless. They just matched each other and reading about them together just made sense. I wS so happy when Feyre questioned why elriel weren’t mates bcs it meant Sjm was planning on doing something w that storyline which kept me even more engaged w elriel. Come to acosf - and all thats changed is elrield attraction is confirmed and Az is basically spending the whole book pining after Elain. At no point does Mass break elriel apart.

Gwynriels know there is nothing romantic or even significant about any Gwyn x Az scenes hence why they have to downplay every elriel scene (which they use for their HCs/fics) and exaggerate what little Gwyn and Az scenes there are. Most of their ship is 55% talking badly about elriel to any poor sucker who would listen, 12% fanfics and HCs which is basically copy past of canon elriel scenes, 5% theories that are basically elriel theories that they’ve copied and 28% of gwynriel fanarts to entice people on Gwynriel.

It’s hilarious how they call Elriels delusional meanwhile they’re thinking Sjm would have Az ready to beg on his knees for Elain then get w Gwyn. Thank God thats not her type of love stories. It cracks me up at how disappointed newcomers who have heard about gwynriel are when they realise what little scenes gwyn and az have especially compared to elriel scenes. I think most jumped onto the bandwagon of gwynriel bcs they hated Elain and this way, their precious Az can be with someone they deem “better” then meek, boring Elain.

There is a reason Sjm had Feyre question why elriel aren’t mates. Had Az know what was amiss w elain instead of her mate who stood there uselessly. A reason why she had Elain call Azriels scars beautiful and had Elain be the first to hold TT aside from Az. A reason why Az went to risk his life for Elain whilst her mate was gallivanting trying to help another woman, I can go on but you get the gist. These moments weren’t used as filler scenes. They’re important to Az and Elain as characters separately and together as a couple. No author would spend that many books & important scenes to build a couple only to have them breakup and end w others.

I also dont regret falling in love with elriel 🌸🦇

[game-boy-pocket]

Maybe i'm just hanging out around the wrong places where the new Donkey Kong design is being discussed, but Donkey Kong fans sound a lot like what people say Sonic fans sound like right now, and they're being very alarmist about the future of Donkey Kong. I've heard really shitty things being said. Things like "Nintendo is doing this because they hate Rare, they're trying to spite them! They want to erase Rare's Donkey Kong!" and "This is the end of DK as we know it, this art style is prepping him to be swallowed up as a permanent Mario character now. We'll never get a solo DK game again!"

It's nonsense. I understand not liking the new design, but giving him a new design at all can only be seen as a sign that Nintendo has big plans for the franchise in my book.

Let me go over all the evidence to suggest that Donkey Kong is going to become a huge IP in the near future, and not merely a bit player in the Mario spinoffs.

Donkey Kong had a huge presence in the Mario movie, there was more Rare references in the movie than we've seen in a long time, and DK himself was probably more active in the movie than even Luigi. Why would they portray DK the way they did instead of being an escaped zoo animal kidnapping mayor Pauline if their plans for him were to absorb him into the Mario franchise forever? Miyamoto also chose to address the design very directly, which he didn't do for other characters. He had a hand in the design, this is not "Illumination Donkey Kong" this is Donkey Kong, as updated by his own creator. So you might as well divorce this design from Seth Rogan in your brain, it's still gonna be the voice of Ganondorf coming out of this ape ( most likely. I still miss Grant Kirkhope peresonally )

Super Mario Odyssey's New Donk City was obviously an homage to Arcade Donkey Kong, except it wasn't JUST an homage to the arcade era. There were more Rare easter eggs than you could shake a stick at, every street sign was named after something from Donkey Kong Country including Animal Buddies Kremlings and Kongs not yet present in the Retro Studios games, you can see the full list [here].

After years of selling Donkey Kong toys and other merchandise with "Super Mario" logos, they stopped doing that a few years back. Now, Donkey Kong merch is using actual Donkey Kong Branding. Again, this is not something they would do if they wanted Donkey Kong to be swallowed up by Mario.

Donkey Kong got it's own lego set, which includes Funky, Dixie, and Cranky, yes they were in tropical freeze, but they wouldn't be using those characters at all in new merchandise if their plan was to dissolve DK into Mario.

www.donkeykong.com used to redirect to the Nintendo home page. Now it leads to a portal for all things Donkey Kong. If you test a number of other Nintendo IP, Star Fox, F-Zero, Warioware, Yoshi's Island, what do you see, you either get redirected to Nintendo's front page ( currently advertising Donkey Kong Country Returns HD ) or a picture of Wario saying "nope, doesn't exist."

Nintendo always seems to add Donkey Kong stuff in batches to NSO and Nintendo music. This hasn't happened for other franchises, but they always make Donkey Kong stuff a big deal.

King K. Rool did so well in the Smash Ballot, that, while he was not realizable at the time ( because secretly the Smash Ballot was never about Smash 4 ), they added a Mii costume into Smash 4 to throw fans a bone. DK Vine has an insider reporting that Nintendo was stunned by his popularity, they were unaware he had so much support. Retro Studios wanted to add him into the Switch port of Tropical Freeze, but it was decided Smash Bros would be the more meaningful re-introduction for the character. That's all rumor, but the fact is, they chose King K. Rool for Smash Ultimate.

THEY OPENED A GOD DAMNED THEME PARK. Does Star Fox have a theme park? Does Kirby have a theme park? Is there an F-Zero ride at Super Nintendo World? Did Pikmin get anything other than minor appearances in the Mario lobby? DOES ZELDA HAVE A THEME PARK?? No to all of these... Donkey Kong has a theme park, it's modeled after his IP, and while it's main influence is Donkey Kong Country Returns and Tropical Freeze, the theme park was in the works so long ago that those were the most current games at the time. They might not have much merch outside of DK and Diddy but it's not like the Mario park has the most diverse merchandise either. I didn't see a single piece of Wario merch while I was there. I'm sure as the years go on, more merchandise will come to these parks. I doubt they'll be selling the same things forever.

Donkey Kong has new key art made for a calendar for 2026. And yes, Diddy will be in the calander too. No word on other characters but K. Rool was in a 2020 Donkey Kong Calendar. Why would they be making DK merch for TWENTY TWENTY SIX if they want to kill his franchise and absorb it into Mario??

And finally the big rumor, again, from a DK vine insider. A 3D Donkey Kong game was reportedly in development from Vicarious Visions before Activision pulled the plug because they didn't want to develop single player games anymore after Skylanders sold poorly. DK being a guest in Skylanders just makes this rumor seem even more likely. Rumors say that Nintendo finally decided to make Donkey Kong a series they would develop internally like Mario, and bring him home to Japanese devs, instead of always relying on partners to develop Donkey Kong.

The Mario Kart redesign further supports this, as it heavily resembles the way Japanese artists have been drawing Donkey Kong for years, if you look at his gallery in the Mario Wiki, you'll notice the resemblances long before the movie design was revealed.

Last thing, they chose to close out the Nintendo Switch's life with remakes of Mario vs Donkey Kong, and Donkey Kong Country Returns. They could have remade anything, but they think Donkey Kong is valuable enough that people would want to play it. Yeah, it's fully priced, which sucks, but just take it as a sign that Nintendo sees Donkey Kong as a premium brand.

Donkey Kong fans have been dooming about the state and future state of the IP for so long that they're ignoring all the signs right in front of their noses that the IP is very healthy, and I don't think there's a reality in which we don't see a new Donkey Kong game in the first few years of the Switch 2's life, and it's not going to involve Mario. I will say I can't guarantee they'll bring back every Animal Buddy, Kong, and Kremling the fans have been missing, but it would be extremely weird and dumb to dump all that after... well *gestures to the bulleted list above*

Donkey Kong is going to be just fine.

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[🐯] automatic off-switch

✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader / idol!txt / employee!you / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / fluff, silly 🌸 / 792 words ✿ beomgyu’s known to be someone who constantly runs his mouth but the boys discovered you’re an automatic off switch for him... (the boys never knew this day would come) ✿ honestly, idk where this came from!!! i kinda saw a scene from crash course in romance and it’s just a little spinoff from there! (i think it’s episode 16 towards the end and you cannot convince me that is not beomgyu-coded) [masterlist 🌸] / @kflixnet​ 🔦

beomgyu knows that sometimes–lies, all the time. yeonjun’s said it about a million times now–that he tends to run his mouth further than his mind can think about it. it’s not that he wasn’t sensitive to the words he was saying; he was. it’s just that he wants to take the weight of something that may appear heavy and make it... lighter, than it was before... even if it means saying things that may borderline to rubbing salt into the wound.

it wasn’t a good day, or it doesn’t seem to be a good day when the boys could hear telltales of your supervisor hounding your entire team from where they were in. keeping their volume down, peeking past the blinds, beomgyu spots you lowering your head as the reprimanding continues.

perhaps a minute or two goes by, but in reality it had been fifteen minutes before beomgyu excuses himself out of the dance practice room. “five bucks he’ll make things worse,” yeonjun whispers, nudging soobin by the arm who takes the deal with a scoff, bumping elbows as a sign of you’re on.

//

in the quiet of the hallway where you’re standing by one of the cooler machines, getting a cup of water, you’re left with your thoughts. not the best thoughts, but not the worst, either. it’s... just so-so, really. the flop with what had happened wasn’t your fault but considering you’re under the same department, oftentimes the rebuking happens as a whole for... reminder purposes.

as the machine clicks and you’re settled with a cup filled with water, you take a sip only to have your shoulders jumping at the voice that reverberates the walls, gently shaking your heart in the process. looking up, you’re met with beomgyu’s smile from about twenty steps away, his bright eyes sparkling at you despite going through hours of training.

"staying hydrated, i see.” he breaks the quietness with his completely obvious remark, that’s used as a way to ease himself next to you with a small smile. you lift the cup at his direction with a mustered up smile to your best ability, but even you know you’re not fooling anyone when beomgyu carefully reaches down to put his hand in yours, mindful to remain hidden despite being out in the open yet shielded in your own bubble together with how quiet this hallway usually is.

“i kinda saw what happened,” beomgyu murmurs, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand, “you okay?”

you nod with a soft sigh, “yeah, i’m okay. it was nothing big, really.” your eyes gaze from your half-sipped glass of water, up to beomgyu’s shifting eyes that you know have more than meets them.

“then...” he trails off.

"then...?” you echo.

“just how on earth did something like that–”beomgyu notices how you’re gripping onto his hand, narrowed eyes as a warning“–okay, i’ll shut up.”

you still don’t let up on the façade, knowing that he’s got a bit more–“...but just, y’know, things like that don’t just happen out of nowhere–”beomgyu yelps a little at how tight you’re squeezing his hand with your jaw clenching that he’s quick to rephrase his words“–i’ll pull my lip right over my head so hard i can’t ever speak again.”

with the way he switches up so fast, it makes you snort, making use of your interlocked hands so you can nudge his thigh. he chuckles along with you and sways your hands lightly, knowing the gesture would soothe your erratic heart... and it does. slowly. gently. delicate and as soft as the look beomgyu gives you.

“better?”

“...would be much better if i had ice cream,”

“aren’t you just a sneaky little–”beomgyu’s words rephrase quicker than he can stop himself when you raise a brow at him, threatening to squeeze his hand that”–of course the ice cream is crucial. how could i possibly leave that out?”

you shake his hand off and lightly shove at his chest, reeling out a couple of laughters before beomgyu points with his head, “gonna let me walk you back?”

“depends,”

beomgyu tilts his head with a slightly raised brow.

“are you gonna keep running your mouth?”

“what?” he huffs, clearly trying to hold back he’s being a bit sulky, “you actually want me to shut up?”

the quiet pause that fills between the two of you is what makes beomgyu squint his eyes at you, more so when you begin backing away from him with a grin threatening to form on your face. it only makes him furrow his brows as he moves closer towards you and soon, it’s him chasing you down the hall with hearty laughters filling the corridors on your way back.

well, mission failed successfully (?) in beomgyu’s mind.

[the-desolated-quill]

RTD has written his last column for Doctor Who Magazine, and despite his desperate attempts to convince us everything is fine, the fact that he’s stepping down while the show is in limbo doesn’t exactly inspire confidence.

Also you’d think he’d want to stick around to promote his upcoming Who spinoff The War Between The Land And Sea (rubbish title btw). Instead he’s choosing to scarper like a rat does from a sinking ship. So yeah, this spinoff sounds like a dead turkey to me.

As for the main show, it’s unclear when or if it’ll even come back. RTD has nothing to say on that front beyond pathetically trying to drum up interest in his dangling threads:

Who’s the Boss? (Who cares?)

Will Susan come back? (Well not to be a pessimist, but considering Carole Ann Ford is 85 now and, if there is a God, we won’t see this show come back for some considerable time, I’m willing to bet she won’t return. And that’s probably for the best)

What’s the mystery behind the Doctor regenerating into Billie Piper? (There is no fucking mystery. You brought her back for clickbait and you haven’t officially announced her as the next Doctor because she’s a sensible woman who refuses to sign a contract until she knows whether or not production is moving forward. Please stop trying to trick people into thinking your bullshit is smart, you stupid, dishonest little man 😡)

[chiming-bluebells]

🧺🍓🎀💌

tysm for the ask!!! :D i’ll answer 🧺 for my fantasy dr and the rest for my maze runner dr!

˖˙ ᰋ ⋆ ˚ ⊹ യ *◞ ˚ ꕀ .*

THIS LITTLE LIFE ᰋ shifting ask game ii.

answered for my

FANTASY DR & MAZE RUNNER DR !!

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🧺 : SOFT LAUNDRY . . . what is your comfort item? a necklace you always wear? the soft blanket at the end of your bed? a certain drink you pick wherever you go?

the tiny music box that sits on my nightstand has been with me since i could stand and walk on my own two feet. it was a gift from the king and queen of neighbouring veridion, a gift of formality. the melody it plays is basically flowing in my veins at this point, my heart beating in its rythm. the tunes are from old terabitian lullabies, a gentle balm for my soul.

the music box has a key in the form of a flower necklace — anastasia style. the music box itself is bejewelled and gilded, its inside projecting the current night sky onto the ceiling above.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ᨳ MAZE RUNNER DR

🍓 : SAPPY STRAWBERRY . . . what makes you sappy and all nostalgic? listening to a song you once played one too many times? a movie about the underdog saving the day? seeing older couples walking down the street?

might’ve mentioned the existence of glader songs before, might’ve not. either way, gladers songs are (for those curious ones wondering) drinking songs written by gladers, for gladers. they’re mostly sung during sittings, and mostly after one too many glasses of gally’s special brew. we even have our own song books handed out to each picknick table in preparation.

the songs usually consist of inside jokes about the glader jobs (the track-hoes specifically have many MANY songs about them, for obvious reasons,, see their name), the maze, the grievers, greenies, and the box. the melodies themselves are direct spinoffs of old nursery rhymes and melodies dusted off from the deepest parts of our brains. but we also have rewrites of popular songs such as hallelujah (parodied into a med-jack song mentioning one too many ailments in gruesome detail) and sweet home alabama.

they’re usually sung in a specific order, and there are many rules and traditions that i won’t be able to fully cover right now. some experienced gladers stray away from the lyrics, while greenies are usually left bewildered.

i know them all by heart.

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🎀 : CLASSIC BOW . . . what do you love about life? do you love hearing the morning birds signing to you as you sit on the porch? do you enjoy partying too much and not remembering it in the morning? or maybe just hanging out with the people you love?

my favourite part of the day is the evening, when everything has died down, and the air has a certain warm, peachy softness to it. the fireflies swarm in the high grass, someones muffled laughter can be heard through the opened kitchen door, and the tree leaves cast dappled shadows over the ground, filtering through the golden sunlight.

i usually sit on the porch this time of day, listening in on the crickets singing their symphony around me. sketchbook or journal in lap, pen in hand, and my thoughts scribbled down on cold-pressed paper. sometimes someone joins me on the porch, and conversations ensue; othertimes we sit in comfortable silence.

i also adore the bonfires and the sittings. now, i know what you might be thinking to yourself: yea yea, what’s it with her and these damned sittings????? but, look, they’re everything — the good vibes, the people drunkenly singing in unison, the toasts and the cheers, the inside jokes, the games (which yes, games are a part of sittings), the food, and the chaos dragging on deep into the night.

someone always ends up standing on the table, another one thinks it’s high time to roll in the grass, and the deepest of conversations always ensue a while from the party. 1–2 times a month we get to just live a little and momentarily forget about all the responsibilities and the stress put upon us.

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💌 : LOVE LETTER . . . what random things do your friends associate with you? a fictional character you resemble? the scent you always wear? a dumb phrase you made up?

◞ light coloured clothing and ballet flats : i might just be…. the most impractically dressed glader in the glade. you’ll usually see me wearing maxi and midi skirts, linen pants, babydoll tops, and ballet flats (ouch!)… the fabrics usually in colours such as pristine white, cream, warm browns, and dusty rose. of course i’ll wear practical clothing as well,,, yes, but under protest.

◞ rubber boots : the first impression they had of me was me throwing my rubber boots at them from the treetops.

◞ embroidery and sewing needles : i’m usually the one patching up their tattered clothing (and their wounds…). what would they do without me, huh?

◞ the scent of jasmine and coconut : from my shower gel, shampoo and conditioner.

◞ bouquets of flowers and pressed wildflowers : i always leave bouquets of flowers hanging upside down to dry around the homestead. in each book there’s also probably a pressed flower between the pages.

◞ ribbons and bows : ever since i arrived, the farm animals have been adorning pink and red ribbons. not even the furnitures are exempt from my girlish wrath.

◞ intricate updos : i like to feel pretty, despite the circumstances. the intricate updos are saved for special instances (…mentioning sittings….again… sorry but that’s like the only fun thing we do). 90s prom bun is my go-to, topped off with some wildflowers tucked into my locks, or some pearl hair accessories.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Hiii saw your open requests, so I was wondering if you would write little something with my boi Ryusei from tr spinoff. Can you write headcanons of him having s/o who is Bajis cousin and a complete opposite of him in personality (shy, softspoken, introvert basically)? Reader can be a girl, thank you in advance <3

OMG YES!! I LOVE RYUSEI. Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Honestly, Ryusei has never really thought about romantic relationship. Yes he was popular with girls in his class and all but he never took interest in them romantically. And if he'd fall in love with someone, it would be probably a person who matches his energy.

That's what he thought until he met Baji's cousin, [name]. She's shy, introvert, awkward and completely opposite of him.

He'd ask Baji about you to the point that Baji will question if he has feelings for you or not millionth times.

Whenever you are with Baji, Ryusei would try to shoo Baji and Chifuyu away so you two could be alone.

When he find out that you're staying at Baji's place for a while, he'd be at Baji's place like everyday and use the excuse that him and Baji are really great friends but he, in reality, just wants to see you.

He would tell Baji about his feelings for you sooner or later and Chifuyu, of course, would find out too.

The way he'd actually be so genuine with you like always. He's genuinely having best of his time whenever you're with him. It's like you bring some kind of comfort to him, something that he craves.

Tbh, I feel like Kojiro would laugh at Ryusei for falling in love because I think he would think of love as cringe.

"She might be just a girl for you, but she's more important to me. I don't know, Kojiro. This is all unfamiliar feeling. But I genuinely want to see her smile. She has prettiest smile, by the way. She's finally warming up to me and isn't as awkward with me as she was before! That's a good sign, right?"

When YOU told Baji that you might have had feelings for Ryusei, that's it. He made you two meet up.

Definitely Ryusei would be the first to confess but when you accept his heart?! He'll be on the ninth sky.

He's hard to blush, by the way. You should have some amazing skills of flirting to get him blush.

He, on the other hand, would make you blush so easily and is happy about it.

He'd take you to dates literally anytime. We all know he's very creative so he won't run out of date ideas.

Baji won't have anything against you two but yes, he has threatened Ryusei that he would beat him up of he ever upsets you!

I feel like Ryusei would be clingy bf. He'd be all over you especially in the morning and at night.

Ryusei: When do you wake up?

You: 7am.

Ryusei, next day at 7am: Goodmorning, love.

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You, styling his hair and choosing specific hairstyle: This suits you!

Ryusei: Really?

You: Yeah. You look very handsome!

*Ryusei processes to have your chosen hairstyle, always.*

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Once he couldn't find you and ordered entire first division to start looking for you. It was around Yotsuya arc, because he was worried about you.

He always showers you with kisses!

He has the funniest ways to cheer you up and it's always working.

[violetasteracademic]

So, considering the fact that your theories and your thoughts always make me want to jump up and down like a kid,I wanted to know your thoughts on this. I don't know if you've seen that pic in sjm's Pinterest board of a woman with a rose tatto which I believe was saved as "Elain". And we know that both Feysand and Nessian had their own bargain which makes me believe elriel will have one too,most accurately a rose tatto on both of them. And I wanted to ask you what do you think Elain and Az's bargain will be about?

First and foremost, thank you for making me *blush*

And now, ooooOOOoooh the bargain! I have thoughts!! And they are whimsical and magical and very inspired by SJM's confirmed fairy-tale retellings.

If you are not caught up on my line of thinking and predictions for the next ACOTAR book, I *think* my most comprehensive post on that can be found here. I'm very lasered in on the possible alliance between Vallahan and the High Priestesses, the Snow Queen, and reverse sleeping beauty (or Glass Coffin, the original German fairy tale sleeping beauty is based off of which is what SJM has used in the books. More on that here.)

Now, while Elain and Azriel's bargain could literally be anything, I'm less focused on what specifically it is and more on what it will do for their story and plot.

Feysand has obviously had two major bargains, and they drove the plot forward in different ways. Bargain one: a commitment for Feyre and Rhys to spend time together. This obviously dramatically moved the plot forward in ACOMAF and magically connected Rhys and Feyre, thus giving them the opportunity to get to know each other and give Feyre time away from Tamlin and out of her situation.

Bargain two, to die together. This clearly creates a tremendous amount of plot, action, and conflict for ACOSF.

Nesta and Cassian's bargain is way more simple on the surface. Training in exchange for a favor. In this case, it isn't the bargain itself that drives the plot and creates conflict, but the favor. Cassian is put in a situation where he is bound by magic and forced away from Nesta, leaving her and her friends in a little cluster to be easily kidnapped for the Blood Rite. Whereas Feysand's bargain created danger due to their unwillingness to be apart after the pain of watching each other die, Nessian's bargain created danger by pressing a thumb on the deepest wound of Nesta's struggles with pushing Cassian away.

Whatever Elain and Azriel's bargain is, I sense it will thematically play on their experiences and relationship just as Nessian and Feysand's did, but it also needs to drive the plot forward.

Because I am a big believer in the reverse Sleeping Beauty/Glass Coffin wherein Azriel is the one kidnapped or put to sleep and Elain will be the one to save him, I would love to see their bargain allow them to supersede the magic that has been keeping them apart and be the thread that allows Elain to find Azriel no matter what.

My dear friend @elainemg97 is the one who opened my eyes to the Snow Queen fairytale (click the first theory link I shared here to see why that is relevant! It is a confirmed retelling SJM has been planning since signing on the spinoffs.) It's actually so wild how relevant this is to the possibility of a reverse Sleeping Beauty.

The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Anderson is a story about a boy and a girl named Kai and Gerda. They love each other deeply, are childhood best friends and grew up together playing in their families gardens and rose boxes. Then one day Kai is taken by the Snow Queen:

The Snow Queen, for whatever reason, luring Kai to her, beckoning him through snow frosted windows and snowflakes:

Kai becomes lost to splinters of a troll mirror, which turns him cruel and evil. His kind spirit is replaced someone hateful, and he hurts Gerda deeply by insulting her and treating her poorly. The Snow Queen succeeds in securing him, and the village presumes him dead. Gerda does not believe he is dead and in setting out to beg the river for him back, she becomes unmoored and drifts into unfamiliar waters and lands.

The Snow Queen kisses Kai, and Kai forgets bout Gerda.

The sorceress wipes Gerda's memory of Kai, and she causes the rose gardens to disappear, because the sorceress knows that if Gerda sees the roses, she will remember him.

Gerda remembers Kai regardless, despite the magic keeping them apart, and her tears cause the roses to bloom once again. Gerda knows that Kai is alive and she must find him.

The story of Gerda and Kai is one of hope, resilience, and roses. Gerda does not forget the boy she was spelled to forget, and she does not believe his cruelty was his true heart. The roses help her remember, they give her hope, and she sets off on a journey to save Kai from the Snow Queen. And then there is this:

Kai is saved by power of Gerda's love when she kisses him.

I feel like the imagery of roses and blades have been so pointedly woven through Azriel and Elain's story, as well as magic keeping them apart. This is major crack theory, but I think we might discover the Snow Queen in Vallahan is a bit of a Maeve like villain. Vallahan is described as ancient and being both on Prythian's side and against Prythian's side throughout history. This gives me the sense that Vallahan has one goal: to retain power. They ally themselves wherever that best suits them, and keep their motives shrouded in mystery.

I think ACOSF revealed that Koschei wants Azriel. Whether the Snow Queen of Vallahan is working with or against Koschei, she will want him too. Perhaps it is because of his blade. Perhaps his heritage. But it is most likely that Azriel will be captured. It's possible he will be presumed dead, or behave out of character.

Elain will believe in him. She will the remember the roses, his goodness, the time they spent together in the garden just as Kai and Gerda. And despite all the magical forces keeping them apart, trying to make them to forget each other, Elain will not forget him, and she will find and free him.

I think it would be really interesting and beautiful to see Elain and Azriel's bargain be something seemingly small and unimportant, like promising to think of each other when they see a garden or a rose. Or a bargain to find each other when they are lost, no matter what. I love the idea of their bargain being the thread that leads them to each other. That helps Elain find him, instead of being the thing that puts them in danger.

Thematically, magic and bonds have been the thing keeping Azriel and Elain apart in a way that wasn't true for Feysand and Nesssian. I would love to see their bargain, their choice, be the bond that leads them to each other even when all hope seems lost.

[sanjoongie]

𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰

😈Pairing: Demon! Kim Hongjoong x Piercer! Reader (f)

😈Au: supernatural au, demon au, piercer parlor au, fallen angel au

😈Trope: s2l, your lover's ex to lovers (?)

😈Genre: smut

😈Rating: 18+, MDNI

😈Word Count: 2,902

😈Warnings: heaving flirting from hongjoong's end, descriptions of performing a penis piercing, oral (f), use of demon powers such as teleportation, mind-fucking (influencing), Hongjoong calls you dollface, seonghwa calls you flower

😈Summary: you have an unexpected visitor to your tattoo parlor and it isn't your typical fallen angel clientele. When the demon utters Seonghwa's name, you begin to think that this is more than just a dick piercing visit

😈Beta’s: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii thank you so much for helping me with this, you make everything better 💞

😈Author’s Note: this is a spinoff of my fallen angel Hwa series. Hongjoong weaseled his way into this au, and I posted fallen angel Hwa for his birthday, so why not give the jealous, possessive man in my life his way and write this for his birthday.

😈To the man that encourages us to dream big: you're the reason I challenged myself this year to enhance my life and become something more in my work life. You're the man that I lean on and look up to, even though you're 10 years younger than me. Please never give up so I can continue pursuing my intellectual and creative goals as well. No regrets moving you back to your rightful position after our agreement 🤣 happy birthday, my birthday twin.

Pt 1- Wonderlust | Pt 2- Burning and Yearning {Seonghwa’s birthday smut}

"Is this the right place?" A red-haired man walks in like he owns the place. The casual way his hands are tucked into his front pockets and the wrinkle of his nose says it all: he's used to the world bending for him.

You folded your arms under your breasts. “Did you read the sign outside? It says piercings,” You quipped.

His eyes narrowed down on you and you gasped. He had no whites, only black sclera. His irises, however, were light yellow. He pushed back his hood 

He smirked. “Yeah but I heard this place doesn't discriminate against the Others.”

You laughed nervously. “Ah. Yes. I service all angels and demons.”

The demon’s eyes flit across your piercing salon, not looking at you at all. “Service, huh?”

You swallowed. “Is there anything you're looking to do today?” You pushed forward your catalogue.

He waved away your offer. “I know what I want.”

With that, the demon put one hand on your halfway door, jumped over it and sat in one of your piercing chairs.

“Wait a minute, I have appointments!” You protested.

The demon folded his arms behind his head. “I know. That's why I'm here.”

“Who are you?!” You demanded.

The demon laughed melodically. “Hongjoong.”

You slapped a hand on the chair Hongjoong was leaning back on and leaned in menacingly. “What do you want?”

“A Prince Albert, please,” Hongjoong had the audacity to say in a sweet voice, showing his teeth. “The curved barbell version.”

You hoped the look on your face shows that you're unimpressed. “You are aware that dick piercings are probably one of the most painful procedures?”

“Yeah.” Hongjoong's grin grew wider. “That's kind of the point.”

You threw your hands up in the air, your sign that you were giving up. “What is with you Others coming in here with a pain kink?!”

“Are you having fun with Seonghwa?” 

You froze as you had been reaching for the proper items to wash and clean Hongjoong for his piercing. “...what did you just say?”

“You haven't pierced his dick yet, have you? I hope I'm not too late,” Hongjoong said in a mocking tone.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You said breezily. 

“Maybe a dick piercing is too ugly for the freshly fallen. He probably got something pretty like a belly button piercing,” Hongjoong guessed.

No, but not for the lack of trying, you thought to yourself.

“He did get something pierced here, though, right?” Hongjoong pushed. “Otherwise, why does he keep coming back here?”

You let go of your nitrile gloves with a snap. “I don’t talk about what I do with other clients.”

“Oh, I bet he has all kinds of fun with you,” Hongjoong teased.

“You do realize I have the right to refuse service, right?”

Hongjoong pushed an exaggerated pout. “But you’re one of the good guys. I’m just a demon trying to get a hot dick piercing. You won’t turn me away just because I’m a demon, would you? Imagine the backlash.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I just want what I want, dollface. A dick piercing and for you to ride my face.”

All your tools clattered to the floor. 

“Just kidding. You only provide that kind of service to Seonghwa, I’m guessing. Wheedled his way into your heart did he? He’s good at that.” That last part almost came out softly. 

It was clear this demon knew Seonghwa. Before Seonghwa fell. 

You sat down on a stool and lifted an eyebrow at the demon in your chair. “Do you really want a dick piercing or did you come here to inquire about Seonghwa?”

“Both,” Hongjoong answered cheekily.

You sighed. You had no idea why you thought dealing with a demon would be any different than dealing with a fallen angel.

“Seonghwa is…” You pursed your lips to the side in thought.

How did you describe how Seonghwa was? He seemed… happy? His goals to sin and sin some more were exhausting but you felt the fallen angel had a purpose and you couldn't turn him away with that. You had heard that some fallen angels have a hard time adapting to the human world because they couldn't figure out what exactly to do with the time they had no longer dictated by the big man upstairs. 

“Satisfied?” Hongjoong smirked in response.

You sighed. “Be assured, he’s well taken care of,” You settled for.

“Will you take good care of me?” Hongjoong asked. He folded his arms behind his head, flashing a tattoo. Clearly he was no newbie to pain, unlike Seonghwa.

“I know you Others heal quickly, but please, abstain from all sexual activity until this is healed. If you get infected then my reputation as a piercer will go down,” You cited your warnings as you grabbed new, sterile tools, sweeping the ones from the floor to be cleaned later.

“Surely not all activity,” Hongjoong ribbed you. “I’m not just a taker. I’m a great giver.”

“Not something I needed to know,” You mumbled to yourself. 

You jerked your head at him. “If we’re really doing this, it’s best if you…” The words you had meant to say fell off your tongue as Hongjoong easily removed his black jeans.

Hongjoong was thick and his mushroom head brought out your oral fixation. You quickly removed your gaze and turned around to grab the table that all your tools were on. Ogling your clients before you performed on them was not a professional act. And you were still a professional, despite Seonghwa’s corruption of your practice. 

“It’s not necessary to be erect, you know,” You informed the demon in your piercing chair. “We take that into consideration when we perform this.”

“Why not take the guessing out of the game, hmmm?” Hongjoong practically purred at you. 

You cleaned Hongjoong as detachedly as you could. Then after the solution dried, you marked the spot where you wanted the piercing to come out at the bottom of Hongjoong’s cockhead. “Does that look good to you?”

“I think I just got a glove kink from you handling me,” Hongjoong offered instead.

“Mister Demon Sir, this coming onto me has got to stop. I don’t know what else you heard about this place but Seonghwa was a one-time thing and--”

You froze when Hongjoong gripped your cheeks roughly. “I love a good cat and mouse game as much as the next demon, but dollface, you’re starting to make me think I’m rusty.”

Hongjoong let out a chuckle when your brow furrowed in confusion. “Fuck, you’re cute. I think I know why he picked you.” He let you go with a groan. “I came here for Seonghwa. If you could pierce me, to pay you back, I’ll tell you about Seonghwa before he fell.”

“I’ll pierce you but I don’t need to hear about Seonghwa,” you grumbled.

What the fuck was wrong with you? The way Hongjoong was flirting with you, the way he grabbed your face and growled at you, had made you extremely wet. You were used to being in charge with Seonghwa, but Hongjoong was bringing out your other side. Were you going to become a place that offered side services to your Others clients? Maybe you had to rethink your business strategy.

“Interesting,” Hongjoong mused out loud. “Then how shall I pay you for your services?”

You replace your gloves again, lubing up the receiving tube next. “Money works great. The normal way.”

Hongjoong chuckled at your sarcasm. “You’re not the least bit curious about his past?”

Your lips become a firm line of distaste. “If I need to know, Seonghwa will tell me.” 

You’ve become a little protective of your fallen angel. You weren’t trying to discriminate against Hongjoong, but you felt like he was trying to stir up shit just by coming here.

Hongjoong watched with rapt attention as you inserted the receiver tube into his urethra. 

“I need you to breathe in and then I’m going to pierce you,” You said tightly.

“Bring on the sweet pain,” Hongjoong said with a big grin. 

You nodded tersely, pushing the needle through the marked entry point. Hongjoong giggled at the feeling and you pulled out the receiver tube. It unnerved you for a moment before you lubed up the barbell jewelry. Once you push the barbell in, effectively pushing the needle out, you grab the ball end and screw that on.

“Et voila,” You said with low gusto. 

Hongjoong cocked his head. “Is it pretty?”

You rolled your eyes. You weren’t going to give him that win. You weren’t entirely sure what Hongjoong was looking to get from you, but you were very stubborn in giving him any satisfaction.

Instead, you grab some gauzes and wipe away any of the blood coming up. It’s a dark, viscous fluid, much darker than human blood.

You waved your hand towards the front of your shop. “Now, will you get out of here so I can meet with the rest of my clients that actually bothered to make appointments?”

Hongjoong snapped his fingers with a devil-may-care grin. “It looks like you’re suddenly free.”

You deadpan at him and get up to your laptop. All your appointments are cleared for the rest of the day. You turned and glowered at him. “That’s money you just stole from me. Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

Hongjoong shrugged and snapped his fingers again. “You did require payment, so you can consider this that and then a tip for the rescheduled appointments.”

You opened another tab and checked your bank account and your mouth fell open. “Seriously, who the fuck are you?”

Hongjoong snapped his fingers again. Where once you were standing at your counter, now you were straddling Hongjoong’s face on your piercer chair. “Why, I’m a demon, of course, dollface.”

“Fucking Others,” You growled. 

Hongjoong snapped his fingers and your pants were gone. Hongjoong had a front row view to see your wet spot on your underwear. He chuckled deeply. “You don’t have to beg, you know, I’d be happy to deliver on my end.”

Your body is covered with goosebumps and your nipples harden. If you were being honest with yourself, the way that Hongjoong was coming onto you, despite your deterrents, was turning you on. Your ability to say no was melting away; all you wanted to do right now was grind down on Hongjoong’s pretty nose.

Hongjoong caught his tongue between his teeth teasingly. “Is it time to put my mouth where my money is?” He switched up the saying but you knew exactly what he was getting at.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you decide to hell with it. You didn’t win against Seonghwa and you didn’t think you’d win against Hongjoong. “Do it, Hongjoong.”

The demon took no time in pulling aside your underwear. He blew against the wet flesh and you shivered. “What a pretty pussy.”

You swallowed loudly. “Thank you?”

“I’m surprised you don’t have anything pierced here, however.” Hongjoong’s dark eyes met yours from below you.

“This is as far south as I’m going.”

You lifted your t-shirt to show off your belly button piercing. From it hung a sole dark wing and Hongjoong growled. 

“Not me,” Hongjoong giggled and then wrapped two arms around your legs, pulling you down to his face.

Hongjoong played with your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue against the swollen nerve, making your hips jump at the sensation. He chuckled deeply as your body moved up his face. He held you more firmly and then began a combination of sucking and licking your clit. 

All arguments flew from your head as your lower half grinded down on Hongjoong’s face. You had to brace yourself, hand on the head of the chair, whining and gasping with all the sensations you were getting. 

Thoughts of a cute little clit hood piercing danced in your mind's eye, tinkling as Hongjoong enthusiastically ate you out. You shook your head. This demon was getting in your head.

“You're so beautiful, writhing above me, taking your pleasure from my face,” Hongjoong murmured, sitting back to watch you for a moment.

Was it because he was a demon that you didn't worry about getting dirty with him? Or was it the devilish smile, flashing those perfect pearly whites while under you, that got you dropping your defenses?

 Hongjoong’s ringed hands slithered up your torso enticingly. “I'm going to make you feel so good.”

A finger absentmindedly played with your nipple as Hongjoong flattened his tongue and shook his head back and forth aggressively. 

You cried out as pleasure shot through your nerves once again. All you wanted was to cover Hongjoong’s tongue and face with your slickness. Imagining him grinning with your desire all over his face was too much.

“Hongjoong,” You said his name in a whine.

The demon's eyes seemed to glimmer and say Come for me. You whined his name one more time and did exactly that. You cried out as you came, pussy walls convulsing and Hongjoong stuck his tongue into your hole just to feel you squeeze the wet appendage. You whimpered, not exactly opposed to the feeling but well aware it was in the overstimulation grey area.

Hongjoong snapped his fingers and suddenly he was fully dressed, his newly pierced dick packed away. He had a wet face cloth and almost adoringly cleaned you up. Once that act of service was complete, you found your magically poofed-away pants and put them back on.

“That was…” You really didn't know what to say.

“Just a taste of what hell might be like,” Hongjoong teased.

You cocked your head. “Why are you here and not there?”

Hongjoong ducked his head for the first time tonight, not meeting your eyes. “So Seonghwa gets a free pass for speaking of his past but I don't?”

“Well, I don't know you like I know Seonghwa,” You sputtered in protest.

“That could be arranged.” Hongjoong grinned, and you were starting to find that that devilish smile that you were falling for happened to be a mask of his as well, to cover up what he didn’t want to be looked into. 

“Hongjoong?!”

Your head snapped up as you found Seonghwa hanging around the front of the store. “S-s-eonghwa!” You stuttered.

“Hello, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong said, licking his lips lewdly. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You shot a dirty look towards the demon. “You said you were here for Seonghwa.”

Hongjoong’s lips pressed into the stereotypical kitty-kat smile. “I also said I was here for a dick piercing and for you to sit on my face. Seems like I got everything I wanted after all.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened. “You gave him a dick piercing?”

“He paid for it,” You mumbled. “I didn’t do it for free.”

“Amongst other things,” Hongjoong smirked.

Seonghwa only had eyes for you, however. “How come you gave him one and wouldn’t let me have one?”

You rubbed your eyebrow tiredly. “Seonghwa, we talked about this. Your libido is so high, you would have me bouncing on your--” Your mouth closed immediately, remembering that Hongjoong was still in the room. “Now that Seonghwa is here, you two can have a nice chat--”

Seonghwa's face was a storm cloud of anger. “We have nothing to talk about.”

“Oh, Seonghwa, don't be like that,” Hongjoong lamented. “We've shared a human together now. Surely things are diff--”

“You should leave.”

“...Seonghwa?” You had never seen the fallen angel angry.

He pursed his lips, eyes snapping to you and then softening when he saw your face full of apprehension. “Flower, I…”

A brittle laugh came from Hongjoong. “Is this how you are with her? Who is this soft version of one of the angels of revenge?”

Seonghwa’s eyes could have cut with how sharp the look he sent Hongjoong. “I'm not that someone any longer, Hongjoong. And you haven't been that someone in a very, very long time. So drop it.”

Hongjoong’s eyes flashed with his own anger. “Are you exclusive with Seonghwa?”

You giggled nervously. You had a feeling you were about to be caught between a rock and a hard place. “Of course not, Seonghwa doesn't pay my bills.”

Hongjoong licked his lips. “That's not what I meant, sweetheart.”

Your stomach dropped out of your ass at the pet name. The words felt like a betrayal in your mind but you were compelled to speak the truth. “No. We've had no such talk.”

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows, unable to follow the conversation. “What are you two talking about?”

Hongjoong grinned like he had just won. “Then I'll be back when my dick piercing is all healed up.”

“Hongjoong…” you raised your hand to halt the demon from walking out of your parlor. “I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Believe me. I'm doing you a favor. If you become attached to him not understanding where you two stand, it'll break your soul apart. I know from experience,” Hongjoong told you quietly, out of Seonghwa's hearing.

The sorrow that poured from Hongjoong’s eyes was devastating. Then, like a mask snapping in place, Hongjoong was grinning once again. “Same time, same place.”

And in a poof of purple color smoke, the snap of Hongjoong’s fingers echoing, the demon was gone. 

The demon had left you to explain everything. Fucking angels AND fucking demons!!!

[nowoyas]

haze of morning (NSFW) - nishinoya/cat hybrid!reader

M.list - Ao3

A/N: here have a non-canon spinoff of a fic I haven't fucking written yet (edit: I started writing it) lmao enjoy

Summary: Although he can never seem to predict them, Noya's gotten the hang of helping you through your heat cycles. This time, he bought a little something extra to make it more fun.

Warnings: heat cycles (no breeding), creampies, he calls you "kitten", biting bc this is a fic I wrote, light somno, being recorded during sex

Words: ~1600

You are going to be the death of him.

Your heats come infrequently—once every few months, apparently, but he's searched that multiple times because he keeps forgetting until it's time again—and hit you like a truck every time. Noya does his best to stay on top of them—after the first year or so, he'd gotten you more than a few toys in case it came on while he was at class or at work, and your nests in the floor of every available closet are now equipped not only with the usual blankets and plushes, but also a sealed bottle of water for you to find when you retreat.

He's reread the same articles on hybrid heats so many times they're burned into his brain. He could recite them from memory—the things to look out for, how to watch for heats if your hybrid is mute or withdrawn, how to ethically care for a hybrid in heat. Sudden increased affection, a shift to more animalistic vocalizations (in your case, involuntary purring seems to be the biggest), scenting one's owner. Still, the signs never register until mornings like these, when he wakes up already hard to whimpers and gasps in his ear.

The biggest sign he's learned to look out for, the one the articles didn't tell him about, is that you grind on him in your sleep. The room is still mostly dark, the first fingers of sunlight crawling into the room and dancing across your sleeping forms, and you are making a mess on his bare thigh.

He watches you in appreciation for a while—the flick of your ears and tail, the way you seem to be holding back on whimpering even in your sleep—before he reaches for his phone, drafting two texts: one to his boss, one to Ryuu.

Hey, something's up with [name] so I gotta stay home with her today. Ryuu owes me a favor so I'll see if he can cover my shift

Lucky that Ryuu owes him. Lucky that this time, he can catch you early and have you all to himself for this heat. Lucky that you're such a heavy sleeper that not even Noya's quiet groan wakes you.

hey man. so that favor you owe me: can you cover my shift tonight?

It's too early for either of them to see it, but he's too pre-occupied to care. He gently pulls you off him, heart cracking at the mournful whine that leaves your throat, and goes searching for his latest impulse buy. If he does it right, this'll be your best heat yet, though not your easiest. While there, he sets up his phone on a tripod, angles the frame, and hits record: you'd long since enthusiastically agreed to him recording you through your heats, even if he hasn't necessarily brought up the idea of the little bottle he'd bought from the sex shop last week.

He pulls the blanket off you, carefully hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, and slides them down your plush legs, holding his breath while he checks that you're still asleep.

Good. Good.

It's hard not to let out a breathy laugh when he re-locates the new buy and gets the bottle open, squeezing out just a little too much gel onto two fingers. The sharp scent of strawberry reaches his nose, and he casts aside the bottle before pressing those same fingers right against your clit.

You still don't wake.

Your hips roll against his hand, helping him to spread the gel as he strokes at your pussy gently, and then he pulls his hand away and waits. Watches.

The bottle said it'd need fifteen minutes to kick in, but already, your whines are pitching. It's almost too much, watching your hips buck against the air instead of him, and he's not a patient man, but he waits anyway.

He waits until your eyes open, until you shoot him the most desperate, fucked-out look he's ever seen despite him having barely touched you, and then, he reaches his hand into his boxers and pulls out his cock.

"Hey there, kitty. Feeling okay?"

"Noya," you whine, reaching one hand towards him weakly. "Please."

"Please? What is it?"

"Heat," you manage. "Please, Noya."

And fuck, if that doesn't break his resolve.

He's on top of you within seconds, your legs and tail both immediately circling his waist. He doesn't press into you immediately—his cock settles firm between your thighs as he kisses at your neck. The contact alone has you keening all the same, hips bucking to drag your dripping pussy along his length.

"S-something's—hah—diff'rent," you whine as he sucks a new mark into your neck. He still hasn't collared you,¹ doesn't know if you even want him to, but keeping you constantly marked does wonders. "'S different, Noya."

"Does it feel good?" he growls against your throat.

You nod frantically. "Too good. M' already—"

He pulls away and slides into you mid-sentence. You cut off, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he bottoms out in an instant.

This is what he was looking for, much easier with the sensitizing gel—all it takes is all of him in you once for you to cum the first time today, walls desperately trying to milk his cock. You're normally so loud that he'd kept your panties at hand to gag you with, but now, you're pawing at his back silently, reduced to almost no words.

"Already what?" he teases, voice strained at the feeling of your plush heat around him. "You gotta finish your sentences, baby. I thought we had you better-trained than that."

You whimper, paw at his back as he begins to fuck into you. He snaps his hips harshly, brings a thumb up to press against your clit just to watch the way your ears twitch at the feeling. This, right here, is his favorite part of your heats: watching you, your eyes unfocused, breasts bouncing in one of his shirts because neither of you could be bothered to get it off you, as you squirm. Your tail unwraps from his waist, flicking at the air, and just for fun, he grabs it and gives it a tug.

There it is. You cry out, the noise echoing in the room along with the obscene squelch of your pussy as he takes you and takes you and takes you. "How's that? Feeling good?"

"Need—need you."

He nods, pushing up the shirt you're wearing so he can latch onto your breasts. The second he makes contact with your nipple, your back arches into him. He grins, rolls the bud between his thumb and forefinger. Tugs just to hear you keen.

He wonders, not for the first time, what this must feel like for you—your body on fire, driven by some deep urge to fuck until you can't breathe. Even the lightest touches pushing you to beg for more more more, like the rest of the time you're too embarrassed to admit you love him. He must've made you cum more than a hundred times and you still won't meet his eyes whenever you take his hand, but here you are like clockwork, babbling on his cock.

He's so busy teasing you that he nearly misses the signs of you approaching a second orgasm, too quick to stop. When you crash into that wall, he groans, holds you tight, grits his teeth through the feel of your nails on his back. He croons as you come down, takes the moment to slow his thrusts and really feel you cumming around him.

"You're doing so well for me, kitten. C'mon, just a little more."

Fucksake, you're drooling for him. Your tail flicks with every thrust, body twitching, and the sight is almost enough to push him over the edge on its own. It's your clawing at his back that really does it, though—nail digging into his skin, trailing hot lines across the flesh that he's sure to get teased for by someone later. He groans, sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he cums inside.

You let out a pleased, sprawling noise that he thinks is something like a broken yes as he fills you to the brim, but he can't make himself think about it too hard when his hips are stuttering.

"Does that feel better?"

"Y-yeah," you manage, gasping quietly for air as he pulls out.

"You gonna let me go get you some water, kitten?"

Your legs twitch around his waist. He laughs, effortlessly untangling you from him and patting your hip.

"You wait here. I'm gonna get us both something to eat before you get all horny again."

You whine, turning over to watch him tuck himself back into his shorts, take the phone off the tripod, and leave.

On his way to the kitchen, he checks his phone. No response from Ryuu or his boss yet. As an afterthought, he sends the same text to both of them:

Actually, it's looking kinda rough. I'll probably need tomorrow off, too.

Footnotes

1. In-universe, "collaring" is a legal process more than it is a kink thing. It's sort of a separate process that's somewhere between adoption (as in adopting a pet) and marriage (marriage) while also being a completely separate entity from either of these things. If you would like to know more I would happily meet ao3's comment character limit to explain it to you in excruciating detail.

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