#so them having a heart to heart in this day 1 scene seems very sweet to me! i just wonder if i captured their characters well

[horrornvnfan]

The First Night

I wrote another Restart Heart Fanfic! This takes place on Day 1 of the game, and is starring my MC, Maria Dust, and Ezra Galverton. If you're interested in my MC in the context of this game, click here. Since some scenes from the game are included, a few lines (spoken and action) are used here. Please check out this game and support the dev, it's really great! @restartheartvn.

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Ezra Galverton was someone you never quite had words for.

He was someone you admired since you met him. Confident and composed, playful yet still so cool. He was always amiable with you, and his fashion sense was killer. You have asked them more than once where he got his earrings and necklaces, and he'd always answer warmly at your enthusiasm.

But there was always something else about Ezra, something you couldn't quite name, in the way he looked at you from time to time.

It mostly made you think of sadness.

In the few months you've known them, that look has tugged at your heart, a gentle pull of concern for Ezra and whatever it is he was feeling. But you weren't true friends. It wasn't your place to intrude or ask. So all you could do was give him your sincerity and friendliness whenever you saw them in the store.

Tonight, though, you learned how considerate Ezra was, treating you, Sammy, and Blaire on this spur of the moment café outing they had planned just to make you feel better after your breakup.

But that's not the only thing you about Ezra learned tonight.

On the beach, as he comforted you over what happened with Kenneth and Sarah, (you were stunned that he even knew, but he explained himself), you realized exactly how intense their stare was.

His eyes held… something unspoken, but strong. Longing? Desire? Despair?

He did say earlier tonight that he was captivated by you, that he liked you. You laughed when he did, sure he was just messing around, but now you weren't certain.

And then you asked him a question. You asked him if he wanted to come back to your place.

You still weren't sure why you did.

You generally had little to no interest in sex, and you usually had a disdain for people touching you in any capacity. Besides your family, Steph and Kenneth were the only people you felt comfortable touching you, who you liked to have touch you. A hug, a hand hold, a cuddle, an arm around your shoulders… a kiss.

But Kenneth revolted you now. Your skin felt stained, burned even, on every inch where he had touched you throughout your relationship. You wanted to feel cleansed of him.

So in a fit of reckless loneliness, you invited a beautiful acquaintance back to your apartment for a one night stand.

Ezra was cool as ever, smoothly accepting your request and walking you home. Your face burned every time you got the nerve to glance at him, excited and embarrassed yet still so deeply unsure. Ezra smiled at you every time your eyes met. He was simultaneously reassuring and cheeky about this.

The walk was too short, and your apartment building loomed in front of the two of you, and suddenly your body felt very cold. Any thrill of rebelliousness that came with all this had all but vanished as you were faced with the very sharp reality of sleeping with Ezra.

Still avoiding his gaze, you led them through the building, up the elevator, and finally to your front door, but all the while, the sudden discomfort in your chest at this only grew worse.

Your apartment door unlocks, and the two of you step inside. You notice that Chris's keys are still gone. "My roommate isn't here, so we should be fine…"

You feel gentle hands slip around your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. Your skin tingles beneath your clothes at the feeling.

"I think it would be fine even if they were here, right?" His head rests on your shoulder, and he smiles at you. You look away from him for a moment. Your mouth feels dry. You don't know what to say. You don't know how to feel about the contact, but it isn't as liberating as you were hoping it'd be.

"Um… my room is down this hall here," you say while trying and failing to sound composed.

Ezra chuckles and pulls off of you for a moment. You're relieved when he does. You aren't upset with him. You're just frustrated that of all times for your discomfort for physical contact to flare up, it's happening now.

As the two of you enter your bedroom, you realize that it's still messy since you forgot to make your bed this morning. Great, another thing to be embarrassed by. Why can't things go your way right now?

You awkwardly try to make your bed when Ezra comes up behind you and leans against you, placing a hand over yours. You glance at them, and they're still smiling at you, relaxed and a bit coy. "We are just gonna mess it up anyways, right?"

His body is pressed against yours. It doesn't feel… bad. But your heart isn't beating faster because you're happy about it.

"Can I kiss you?" He's so pretty when he asks. You can't answer him.

Right now, right in this moment, you're powerfully overwhelmed, by the feeling of touch, by the idea of this going further and having to experience more touch, and by… by everything you had to go through last night and every emotion you've repressed about it.

It's too much for you.

This won't make you feel better.

You carefully pull away, and you try to smile at Ezra despite knowing how nervous you must look. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

He looks surprised only for a moment before he looks reassuring again, completely unoffended by your rejection. "Of course, I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with, okay?"

You're grateful. You step a bit further away, rubbing your arm, and resisting the urge to scratch at your skin. "Thank you…"

He smiles, a hint of levity on his features, and asks "Do you want me to hold you…or?"

"Oh, no," you say, laughing unsteadily at their repeat of their earlier question. "I think I'll just start to cry if you hug me right now."

You know instantly you shouldn't have said that.

His face falls into concern and he takes a short step away from you. You curse yourself, you curse the tears pricking your eyes already, and you curse the shudder that runs through you as you try to hold in your awful, awful feelings.

"I mean," you say quickly, "N-Not to say that that's anything to do with you, because it isn't. You've been very nice to me tonight, and perfectly respectful. I think…" your words crack. "I think I'm much more upset than I realized. I should've known I'd be like this tonight, everything just happened, I don't know why-- I shouldn't have invited you here. That wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry, I--"

"Maria, you have nothing to apologize to me for." Ezra's smooth voice stops your rambling, and you go quiet, focused on fixing your breathing. Ezra leans over slightly, trying to look at your face despite you bowing your head. You realize he's waiting for you to look at him, so begrudgingly, you lift your gaze to meet his imploring eyes. Their face softens when you do. "I'm really sorry that you're going through all of this."

You open your mouth to speak, but finding no words, you close it and turn your head, rubbing away the few tears that leaked from your eyes. Mercifully, it's enough, and you are not crying. You're upset, but not panicking. Your breathing begins to even out.

Seeing that you've calmed down a bit, he stands straighter, his face full of nothing but genuine compassion for you. "Do you want to talk about it?" they ask soothingly, as if they will easily accept whatever you have to say. They sound so thoughtful that you actually feel able to.

"I wouldn't know what to say," you manage, and then you sigh. "…I'm miserable. I'm furious. I feel like a mess. Everything is horrible and I can't even begin to think about what to do about it all. It's all... so much and I don't want any of it."

"Sounds like you have a lot to say," Ezra teases and you chuckle. He steps closer to you; not too close that you're on put back on edge. "Sugar, you're going through something that's bound to effect you deeply, and you're entitled to everything you feel about it. You have the right to process it however you need to."

"I have no idea how I need to process it," you say honestly, because you don't. "My feelings are a mystery to me half the time, you know. Or maybe… it's more like I try to not have feelings because the conflict is just too imposing. If that makes any sense."

"Mm, I get what you mean." Ezra hummed thoughtfully, and then sat down on your bed before patting the blankets beside him, offering you space to join them while still giving you a wide enough berth to not overwhelm you again. You accept his offer and sit beside him, feeling your body deflate with the motion.

There's quiet for a moment, and then you speak again. "…I don't know how I can handle facing everyone again. Especially not…" your voice hardens and trails off.

"Don't waste your worries on that prick," Ezra says with a barely withheld anger. "I'm not about to let your ex start shit with you."

"Kenneth can go fuck himself," you say bluntly, bringing out a startled laugh from Ezra. You continue, "I'm really not concerned about Kenneth right now. I probably should be, but I'm not. I'm concerned about Sarah. About my parents too."

And you had every reason to be worried about your family. Your family and Kenneth's family had so much riding on this wedding, on their ties to each other, and now that it was undone… was there really a way for you to cut ties with Kenneth without cutting ties with your parents? Or with Sarah, who betrayed you, who was pregnant with his baby? You felt like your world was on the verge of collapse, and if you were honest, the only person you felt might understand or be able to help you through it was Steph, who had been all but completely absent from your life for ages now, and--

You shake your head, as if physically dispelling the thoughts; you'd already climbed down from the verge of a panic attack you were on, and you don't need to work yourself up again. You change the subject. "This must be super weird for you, listening to me like this when we don't really know each other."

"We know each other well enough," Ezra said simply, making you quirk your eyebrow. He grins charmingly at you. "You know my favorite chocolate and about my sweet-tooth." You let out a little laugh at that. He's been good at making you laugh tonight. Then, Ezra takes a conspiratorial tone, and says, "And I know your biggest secret."

You sit up straighter, blinking in surprise and taking him completely seriously. "You do?"

Ezra nods solemnly. "You work in a chocolate shop… despite strongly disliking how chocolate tastes."

That one earned him a bigger laugh from you. You'd completely forgotten how you'd mentioned that to him once, offhandedly, probably months ago. He chuckles with you, until you both fall into a comfortable quiet.

Ezra scooted closer to you. "I know that we aren't close. But I'll be here for you whenever you need me, sugar."

You turned to face him better, looking him directly in his eyes, taking in every bit of his sincerity. They… really meant what they were saying. Ezra wasn't the least bit disappointed in you for a single thing that happened tonight. Not your uncharacteristic brazenness in inviting him over, nor your oppressive emotions and sensory overload pushing you to not only reject intimacy with him, but to spill your guts. He wasn't judging you or condemning you. He wasn't only being polite, either. Ezra was telling you that you could rely on him because he honestly cared.

Your heart felt warm, wholeheartedly appreciative. "Thank you, Ezra. Really. That-- All of this means a lot to me."

Ezra winks at you. "Anything for you, sugarcube." They shift, leaning closer to you, and there's the faintest shade of pink on their cheeks. "Do you… think I could give you a hug? Only if you're comfortable with it, I mean."

You consider this. Ezra wasn't your best friend, or your partner, or your family. Touch with Ezra didn't feel natural the way it did with them. But their presence was steadying, and while you were much calmer now, you wanted more of that, even just for a moment. You nod and lean closer, and his arms envelope you in a gentle, comforting embrace. He murmured reassurances and soothingly rubbed your back. You can't remember the last time you were held with tenderness like this. You hold them close in turn and let yourself relax into them. Minutes pass, and you almost find yourself dozing off in Ezra's hold, so you lean back slightly with a yawn.

Ezra chuckles at you as you separate, gently holding your forearms in his hands, still rubbing circles with this thumbs. "We should probably get some sleep now."

"Do you want to leave?" You look them in the eyes. "I know it's late, so you are welcome to spend the night here, if you want."

Ezra thought it over for a moment before smiling down at you. "Yeah, I think I'll take you up on that. Thanks, Maria."

You look him up and down, calculating how to make the best of things for him. "Are you alright with sleeping in your clothes? I don't think I have anything that'll fit you, but…"

"I'm comfortable. I've slept in worse." They pause as they begin to look more intently at you, appraising you. "Do you… mind sharing a bed with me? I can take the couch if you'd prefer."

"I don't mind sharing a bed, it's wide enough for us both. Besides, I don't think you'd fit on my couch, being nine feet tall~" you quip.

Ezra laughs. "I'm twelve feet tall, actually. I thought you knew me better than that, Sugar~"

You both laugh over your silliness. Then, you send Ezra to the bathroom with a spare toothbrush to ready himself for the night, and fix your blankets and pillows so your bed is ready for two people instead of just you. He returns, and you take his place in the bathroom, washing your face, brushing your teeth, and putting on your pajamas.

Once you're ready, you return to the bedroom, where Ezra is already under the covers, scrolling on their phone. Seeing you reenter the room, they shut it off and put it down, smiling at you and reclining to get comfortable. You walk around the bed to your side -- how did Ezra guess which side of the bed you prefer to sleep on and automatically take the other? -- and climb under the covers yourself, snuggling into the blankets and pillows.

"Good night, Ezra."

"Night, sugarcube. Sweet dreams~"

You hum and roll onto your side, away from Ezra, and let your eyes falls shut. As you find yourself drifting further and further into sleep, you feel Ezra's arms wrap around you tenderly as you laid next to each other. In the dark, you couldn't see the light blush that fell upon his cheeks. Just before you finally fell asleep, you felt Ezra pull you closer and bury their face in your neck, and you felt at ease.

You had more words for Ezra Galverton, now. Ezra was a good and kind person, and Ezra was someone you wanted to know truly; and not just what his favorite chocolate was (mint chocolate).

Perhaps, one day, when your heart didn't ache so much, you could consider something more with them. If he ever wanted as much, anyways. But that was something to think of another time.

You had all the time in the world.

[simplyreveries]

octatrio when a customer is being mean to you

azul ashengrotto

he usually keeps an eye on you throughout the day when working, even if he isn't always around because most of his time is spent in the VIP room swindling students. he'd giving you some sweet smile as he passes by and sometimes ask how everything is going- he considers himself quite lucky to be there to deal with this unpleasant situation.

azul is quickly by your side in a matter of moments as soon as he sees the guy giving even an ounce of irritation towards you. azul gives this blatant, fake, professional smile "oh dear... is there an issue here?" he'd inquire pretending like he really does care what this boy thinks. it's easy to deal with, because he is the manager of the place.

he is good at deescalating the situation and if it really comes down to it he'll bring in someone like floyd or jade to escort them out, that'll end up scaring the living daylights out of them. when they're out of sight he'll sigh shaking his head and adjusting his uniform, muttering how "troublesome" people are. you are the only thing he cared about feeling okay. he shows concern for you, but he still can't help but feel lingering frustration that you were even bothered like that in the first place. he'll tell you if there's a chance he isn't around and that happens again just get floyd or jade :).

jade leech

jade could see this situation happening from a mile away. he is painfully observant and already knew what annoyance this customer was going to bring. he was already lurking beside you ready to swoop in and save you from this guy. standing tall right behind you putting a hand on your shoulder, he'd have a calm and like azul an ever so fake look of concern for the customers wellbeing giving a "my, what seems to be the problem?".

he is so incredibly passive aggressive with the bothersome customer. showing such an unnerving look to them-- jade would actually be quite surprised if they tried to make any more of a scene, knowing who he is to others at school.

so, he manages to deal with the situation very easily. he almost finds the whole thing amusing to him if I'm being honest. chuckling, he'd give a small, graceful look of reassurance "fufu i hope you know not to take these things to heart, (name)." nevertheless, jade always seems to look out for you when he's got shifts with you. he knows how much of a bother some people can be.

floyd leech

he usually finds situations like these almost entertaining when shifts are tedious and boring- though he feels his mood goes sour and annoyed when he sees the guy making you upset and being mean. floyd is probably already next to you when you're approached by him. considering how he likes to annoy you and be clingy on shifts.

seems to have no patience and immediately gets defensive over you... like straight up gives a disgruntled expression and is like "eh? what's your problem?", "ok and?" zero formality. he has no qualms getting in people's face. the customer would most likely 1) completely backing off terrified of floyd or 2) getting even more upset because floyd just retorts back, even teasing him. if anything, it's someone like jade that needs to step in, so he doesn't do something out of line (ok as if jade is really any better???).

floyd will grumble and tell you how much that guy made him pissed off. yet his mood turns a 180 when he tries to cheer you up, he'll drag you claiming it's time for your break AND he'll even cook you up a lunch!!

[bloodwrittenletters]

YOU SAID 'forever' AND I ALMOST BOUGHT IT

pairing . . . percy jackson x fem!mortal!reader

the cassette playing . . . i miss you, i'm sorry! gracie abrams

the letter reads . . . you loved your boyfriend, but maybe he didn't love you enough to stay— or to say the whole truth.

warnings . . . cursing (just a bit), ANGST, some comedic relief (very tiny).

a/n . . . soooo......... long time no see!! i was thinking of making headcanons out of this but settled for a fic, and i'm thinking maybe doing a part 2????? i dunno, i guess we'll see 😁 also, I just recently discovered jellycats and THEY ARE SO CUTE?? I need one in my life.

many months ago, in the epitome of heart aches of many, your love had been given to a boy with a pained soul with your first kiss. it was percy's sixteen birthday, just after the battle of Manhattan had ended— one that you along with many others had thought it was an attack to the Empire State Building, and he was hurt. you knew he had been involved in some way, he was the one you woke up to be holding you, he was the one who wet your cheeks with his own tears.

you didn't ask about it, didn't question it, just as soon as you could form a logical thought— you were holding him to your heart.

percy and you have been neighbors since you both were thirteen, after his mom and him had moved into the apartment just bellow yours. the friendship blossomed when after some kids from his school decided that it was funny to terrorize him at home, too. and his crush on you had started when you showed with a umbrella ready to chase them off one hit at the time.

the rest of your relationship went down with soft touches, pinning from both sides, and sweet notes during his time at home— which wasn't a lot due to his time in his all holy super camp.

still, the both of you had cherished the little moments you two could share together. and in his sixteen birthday, you decided to seal the deal by gifting him your first kiss.

after long talks, a lot of reassurance for percy's wounded heart, and many excuses, it happened. four whole months of plain love and happiness, with little sides of bits of truths he could offer you.

'my family is... messy, so messy. i can't even tell you about it,' he said once. and you understood and promised to wait until he could spill the beans.

that was, until he disappeared from the face of the earth.

you fell asleep in his arm after playing Moana for him, and the next morning, there was nothing but a peacock feather tangled into your hair. like it was some fucking joke. no lover. no percy was at the scene.

for the next week, you were livid, searching through every street in new york you could get past through.

until annabeth chase, percy's bestie 2# and someone who you couldn't decide if you wanted to be friends or run for your life from, and grover underwood, percy's bestie 1# took over the case.

you were left in his room, wearing his hoodie and crying into his pillow until you passed out. you and his mom held yourselves together— at least that was what it seemed for an outsider.

your heart was irreparable, months started to pass and there was no signs from him. dreams that once gave you a sweet relief started to turn sour and not even in the darkest time of the day you were able to escape the pain.

one month, two, three... it seemed endless, and soon you were left with nothing but the memories of him. since the tears you had shred for him had washed away the smell of him from his clothes, and your lips couldn't remember how sweet his mouth was.

percy jackson was gone.

four months, five, and six, and there was only anger bottling up inside you. more and more.

"come back to me," you cried, hugging the jellycat penguin named percy you had bought for him— the same one he so gently loved and used every night. the habit to buy him more and more stayed with you, but that one was his favorite. and over the course of the months, it had been your comfort for when you wanted to hug him, but oh! you couldn't.

"just... please, come back to me, perce, i don't want to do this without you."

the endless nights of sleep turned into nights of overthinking. maybe if i held him tighter, maybe if i kissed him more, maybe if i told him i loved him—

maybe percy would still be here.

you buried yourself deeper and deeper in that pit of hell.

it was another shitty day of crying, missing, and cursing in the jackson house from your part when the phone rang. paul and sally had left you in the apartment to study. the house was silent but your head was full, of pain, of hope, of aching.

"i'm going!" like the person calling would even hear, you pulled yourself from percy's bed, dragging the blue bunny stuffy you had named mar for the last 18th with you, groaning at the sun hitting your eyes after an ocean flowed from your eyes.

"hi?"

silence.

"anyone there? is this just some stupid prank?"

it wasn't. percy was on the other line doing his best to not pass out. gods, he had missed you so much...

"i'm going to hang up if you don't talk soon—"

"hi, baby... i miss you."

[bicth-and-in-that-order]

Rambling thoughts of various Yuri manga I’ve read

1. Kase-San and Yamada (Morning Glories sequel series) by Hiromi Takashima

notice how Kase’s name is first, which is representative of her being the main one to cause problems in their relationship

If you asked me what my favorite yuri manga was like 2-3 years ago, I’d say Morning Glories and Kase San everytime. Every avid yuri fan has either read or watched Morning Glories because, at the time in 2010, it was groundbreaking, and I stand by the fact that the original series still holds up to this day. It was cute, sweet, wholesome and only had a few obligatory “we love each other but we’re giRLs😳😳😳” moments. Most of all it wasn’t a pseudo-incest-straight-male-porn-pandering-garbage-fest—also known as “Citrus”. Was it cliche at times? Yes, but they all are lol. Did they add to the dumb ass “blonde femme and dark hair masc” trope? Also yes. But it was adorable and it was my first ever yuri so it holds a special place in my heart.

And it SEEMED like it was only going to get better in Kase San and Yamada, the sequel. The girls would be heading to college and the story could theoretically focus on more mature topics while they navigate their new relationship. Keyword: theoretically. Unfortunately, instead of exploring interesting relationship dynamics and storylines, the plot of each story arc boils down to: Kase is insecure because a man breathed next to Yamada or Kase is being completely insensitive to Yamada’s feelings…again…—> ✨miscommunication drama ✨—>big over dramatic apology scene—>boring makeup sex or other romantic gesture.

Literally that’s how every single plotline goes. Kase is so goddamn dumb and insensitive to Yamada’s feelings and Yamada’s a complete doormat who can only stay mad for 0.2 seconds before getting pussy whipped like a spineless ass bitch. And for all that Yamada sacrifices for Kase; her hometown, her dreams, her apartment, what does she get in return from Kase? Oh that’s right; bare minimum romantic gestures and a neglectful partner who can’t even call her “girlfriend” in front of others:

Like I thought we were over this shit. It’s been THREE years of them together, a whole anime production, and god knows how many irl years and we’re going back to “we love each other but we’re giRLs😳😳😳” WHY???

And then Kase later goes onto bet her entire three year relationship over the ugly bitch in the next panel, so now I’m questioning whether or not Kase even loves Yamada with the amount of bullshit she’s put her through. Which COULD be an interesting plot point, but Kase never gets any consequences for her actions and the creator genuinely thinks this is romantic and full of tension so I’m 10000% positive that this arc, just like all the others, will end with some makeup sex and we’ll be right back to step 1. Sigh.

2. Tamen De Gushi by Tan Jiu

Tamen De Gushi’s problems are interesting but it’s NOT because of the Chinese government💀

So today’s dark haired masc and blonde femme of the day are Sun Jing and Qiu Tong, respectively. Their personalities aren’t anything to write home about, if you read ANY high school yuri romance, then you know exactly what happens in this story beat for beat. But, BUT, however derivative it is, I find their dynamic very endearing and down to earth. Idk maybe it’s just the translation, but other yuri stories often have this very inauthentic “anime” vibe to it. Which is to say the characters act very cutesy, overly dramatic, and have this stilted, caricature-esque acting of how the creator thinks teenage girls are supposed act.

However, I’m happy to report that Tamen De Gushi is a breath of fresh air in this regard. The characters and interactions they have are grounded and feel organic, which makes them feel like real people, not aliens pretending to be human. This really elevates the humor in turn, oh did I mention that Tamen De Gushi is super funny? Because Tamen De Gushi is super funny, here’s one of my favorite panels and it’s all because of Sun Jing’s goofy ahh expression:

Like go girl give us nothing

If you’re wondering why I haven’t spoke much about the actual romantic relationship between the girls, that’s because there isn’t one💀 Which, okay, that’s not a fair assessment, they have a ton of romantic tension and they flirt a lot. It’s certainly building to a great romantic relationship, but it can’t quite get there due to legal/political reasons sadly. 😔

Edit: I received new information in regards to what happened to Tamen De Gushi. While I reached my limit for posting pictures, I want to point out that the Chinese government had nothing to do with Tamen De Gushi getting censored, rather it was a dispute between the author and the publishing company. The prior information I received was false and I prob should’ve looked it up more so sorrrry. The fact still remains though that after their big lesbian kiss towards the middle of the story and maybe a few other moments, that’s just kind of it. You’re stuck waiting for something to develop, but nothing really happens. The comic very quickly becomes a collection of slice of life segments and cute pictures that imply a relationship between the girls, but not really ;) ;).  Now things are just kind of left in purgatory for the foreseeable future and, well, that’s Tamen De Gushi y’all.

Compared to Kase San and Yamada, the characters were much better, which is not saying much, but without an actual romantic storyline, there’s just not a lot for me to comment on to be honest. It’s really pretty though, look at this art :

3. Beauty and the Beast Girl by Neji

my personal favorite and the BEST yuri I ever read

So next on the list is Beauty and the Beast Girl (I’m going to abbreviate to BatBG from here on) , which I already spoiled my feelings on the matter so this will basically be me gushing about this story for several paragraphs straight, enjoy.

Contrary to what the title suggests, it really has nothing to do with Beauty and the Beast’s story except in name. The main girls are Lily Blind, who is actually fucking blind 💀 and Heath the monster girl. Already I’m happy because instead of blonde femme and dark hair butch, it’s blonde femme and of-course-you-have-purple-hair-and-pronouns masc. Lol, all jokes aside, Lily, unlike her blonde femme counterparts is quite assertive and voices her opinions all the time. In fact, she’s the one who pushes Heath to be more open and communicate with her rather than the other way around. This is, in part, due to the story BatBG is trying to tell. I say BatBG is in name only to Beauty and the Beast because Lily isn’t trying to find the “beauty” within Heath or learning to love a beast or whatever, she’s fine just the way she is and her love for Heath is unconditional. Plus the only thing beastly about Heath is her appearance…which I’ll harp on later, but her behavior is in no way different from a regular human except in very rare, specific moments.

At its heart, BatBG is a story about forgiveness (the creator literally says as much) , but it’s also about the cycle of violence that results from being outcasted and deprived of love. BatBG is set in a world of humans and monsters, where the monsters are outcasted and either have to stay away from human society like Heath or assimilate themselves by hiding away their monster like traits, which is a really queer narrative on top of an already queer story. I don’t want to go into too much spoilers, but sometime before the beginning of the story, Heath in-directly hurts Lily before they ever meet. However, it’s not about Lily needing to forgive Heath, or trying to get over the pain she inflicted upon her, rather its Heath learning to forgive herself and in effect, learning to love herself as much as Lily loves her.

Another big aspect of BatBG is disabilities, Lily Blind is in fact Blind lol and while there are times she struggles with her blindness, she never views her disability as something she needs to be ashamed of and never, ever, blames Heath for it or holds it against her unlike what many, many, many, many other stories end up doing. Her blindness isn’t treated like a super power either, it’s a legitimate disability. She just accepts that it’s a part of her and goes onto say that if not for her blindness, she would’ve never met the love of her life, which I found to be an incredibly profound thing to say.

Now that I’ve gotten this far, I suppose I can add a bit of a disclaimer. So BatBG is waaaaay more explicit about the physical affection between the girls than in any of the previous stories I talked about. Heath and Lily are constantly kissing on, hugging, and almost always flirting with each other, and make no mistake, these girls do be fucking. The sex scenes are never perverted or gross, but genuinely super sweet and romantic, which makes it way hotter imo (huh imagine that🤔). And aside from being hot, it also serves a purpose! Lily’s pretty damn horny underneath all her nice girl antics and while it’s not a major part of her character, it does give a slight edge to her personality and, most importantly, balances out the dynamic between Heath and Lily. It would’ve been very easy to fall into that boring trope where Heath is aggressively horny and Lily is the submissive blind girl, but by making Lily be the one to initiate the sexual encounters, it not only compliments Heath’s more reserved nature, but breaks the stereotype that people with disabilities are pure precious being who couldn’t possibly have sex, which is ableist af btw. Many people think the existence of any sex scenes at all is superfluous, but in BatBG, it truly elevates the story, the characters, and the romance in ways that wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying without it.

Now, with as much praise I gave BatBG, there is one criticism I have, but it’s a quibble really, and it can be explained in a single image:

There is a dissonance between the story and the art, the story says: “Heath is a big, ugly scary monster”

The art says:

And like yes, it can be argued that Heath is simply regurgitating the things bigoted people have said to her, but at no point in the story is this ever challenged or brought up in any meaningful way. Lily is blind so she doesn’t know what the hell she looks like and the other characters aren’t any help either. It’s not a big deal or anything, it just would’ve elevated the story if Heath was actually kinda ugly/more monstrous and not incredibly beautiful because right now it’s giving skinny girl who calls herself fat all the time, and it’s like, babe, who tf are you fooling? 😭

Other than that, BatBG is incredibly profound despite its premise being so deceptively simple and I love it to pieces so …yeah! READ IT.

4. Superwomen in Love! Honey Trap and Rapid Rabbit by sometime

Well, at least there are no blondes

So imma just abbreviate to SiL btw

Alright, let’s get started. The premise is that a villainess falls for the super hero girl and then that plotline is dropped in about 16 pages. I’m not even joking, the villainess falls for the hero, loses her job as a villain and then joins the hero all in one chapter. The REAL plot is actually about a council of evil alien-humans who want to destroy humanity because of generic super villain reason #434: the leader of the aliens is sad and misunderstood :( I’m not even going to lie, I had 0 interest in “X” (the generic ass name of the main villain) and her band of useless lesbians. They did literally nothing in the story except be a nuisance and contribute to X’s incel breakdown at the end. Their inclusion actively made SiL worse because the story has this weird tonal problem where in one breath the villains are portrayed as complete jokes and then you turn the page and now they’re shooting children like girl what💀 And these useless lesbians hog sooooo much of SiL that desperately needed to be given to Honey trap and Hayate to develop their relationship.

When the story DOES actually focus on Honey Trap and Hayate, it’s pretty good, even cute at times, there just wasn’t enough time given to them to flesh their relationship out. As it stands, Honey Trap and Hayate don’t have much of a dynamic, or personality for that matter. Honey Trap’s main gimmick is that she’s extremely horny for Hayate and delulu:

Aside from that, she’s a great value version of Heath, but even a watered down character is better than, like, nothing. All I really know about Hayate is that she’s nice, heroic, likes wearing tacky clothes and ….that’s it. She loves Honey Trap because…………they fought together a few times so why not🤷‍♀️ I’d say at least that’s better than Tamen De Gushi, but actually it’s not because these grown ass women don’t even kiss , all we get is a love confession and their gremlin love child and that’s supposed to be satisfying I guess.

And the worst part is that SiL has the audacity to pretend the romance was something that it clearly wasn’t:

Girl…yall were “””enemies””” for 10 panels.

Now, it’s stated they have been rivals for a while, but I guess Honey Trap forgot all of that because the moment she sees Hayate’s face, my good sis is pussy whipped for life. And that’s in spite of apparently being the evilest one out of the evil group because Honey Trap has no grudge or baggage toward Hayate. She immediately turns good with no issues and Hayate is only distrustful of Honey Trap for 1 or 2 speech bubbles and then she’s not. Anything else that happened was off screen, which means it didn’t happen. Ironically, the very next entry on this list will do a MUCH better job at an ex-villain love story, but for SiL, there’s just not much going on.

Another reading of this story is to call it a “parody” but…no, it isn’t. SiL isn’t a comedy, yes there are comedic moments that poke fun of the genre, but the rest of the story genuinely wants you to take it seriously. Except it can’t. X and her league of dimwits are boring as piss and they oscillate between Saturday morning cartoon villains and child murderers seemingly on a whim. So I can neither be endeared to them nor take them as a serious threat. Honey Trap and Hayate are there, but I lament on all the potential lost from what could’ve been an amazing relationship.

5. Yamujiburo/Kianamaiart’s Hanamusa webcomic

This one is kind of cheating, but I also don’t care let me talk about hot MILFs💀

So the final entry on this list is a webcomic series by one of my fave artist: kianamaiart! And it’s right here on tumblr so check it out!

I stumbled upon this webcomic a few weeks ago, fell in love and now I want to talk about it. This yuri pair thankfully has no blonde femme in sight and instead features two popular Pokémon characters: Jessie from Team Rocket and Delia Ketchum, Ash Ketchum’s mom. What I love about this ship and the world Kiana creates around them is that it’s a very unconventional pairing. There’s just not many romances where a single mom falls in love with an ex gang member and the best part is, Delia being a mom is a big part of her character and she doesn’t ignore Ash in favor of her new relationship with Jessie. She has time for both and doesn’t prioritize one over the other, which many ppl fail to do even irl so good on you Delia!

Now, as for the romance it self, Jessie and Delia are a unique pair. Jessie’s overconfident, brash, drama queen personality doesn’t automatically put her in the “dominant” role and Delia’s sweet, motherly personality doesn’t automatically put her in the “submissive” role. Their dynamic in the webcomic actually plays out in the reverse, Jessie is the one who gets easily flustered and Delia’s…intense, to say the least:

(But Tbf if Delia looked at me like that I’d be at her beck and call too💀)

This subversion of these tropes creates a fun dynamic for the couple and it’s super adorable to see how their energies bounce off each other in each new situation Kiana puts them in. I also love how both Jessie and Delia inspire each other to live out their dreams and they become better versions of themselves by being together.

And one last thing, I don’t have any smart commentary to go along with this, I just really like this drawing of Jessie:

no thoughts, head empty

Final Thoughts

Soooo yeah, that’s the end of my dissertation on yuri comics. I know I ended up dragging a lot of popular yuri, but it wasn’t my intention to make you guys hate any of things I talked about. These were just my thoughts as an avid yuri fan, so let me know your thoughts as well, especially if you read any of the yuri I talked about. And even though I’m super picky about the type of yuri I read, I’d still love to hear any recommendations. Who knows, it might dethrone the undefeated champ that is Beauty and the Beast Girl.

[polin-erospsyche]

Part 2 to my incredibly long reaction to the incredibly short trailer

Part 1

In other news, less dramatic ones, Kanthony are home and they’re bringing with them some much needed order and sense back into the mayhem that is the Bridgerton home and everyone’s happy about it

Yes Anthony, things have been swift. They know. They definitely know the gentleman Colin prised himself on being is long gone, and that he’s compromised Pen and the worst thing is Colin’s not even half apologetic about it. He’s just so pleased with himself? Look at him and his emotional support liquor, he’s li ke « hehehe I did finger her in the back of a carriage, it was wild, I finally know what love is hehe »

El is also hanging out with her emotional support champagne. “Here’s to truly knowing each other, completely” that stings. Also Colin is catching up on the fact that Pen is not being truthful, he’s slowly waking up to all the blatantly obvious clues. Queue to said blatantly obvious clues (also the ring!!!):

The boy is so confused though when she says she’s been writing letters. He’s like “to whom??? I’m right here??? Tell me there’s not another suitor you’ve been secretly seeing” —> actually talking about this do you think that’s how Colin starts to think that he has competition and makes up a completely fictional rival??!

In other news Pen is just there hanging out with a family who finds emotional support in alcohol while she’s just hanging out in her psychological horror show. It’s ok baby, breathe and go tell him. I promise he’ll find it way more appealing than we all thought originally.

Also did I mention I need more horny and domestic Polin??? And they look so good in their new flat??? Like it’s literally their colour. Did Colin really go out there the very next day and was like “I need a blue, green, and yellow flat for the love of my life”?

Ok this is where I start to freak out. First he’s exchanged his emotional support liquor for emotional support tea. So the angst?! I’m gonna need my own emotional support liquor

Also this is so strange to me, he’s in their flat most likely, he’s sitting on the couch. It’s morning so he’s had time to process. Pen (if the shot right after is the same scene) barely dares to go and see him but she also has her hair down and looks to be at home. So are they already living together before they get married? If so the scandal. Or is this ep 8? But there seems to be pillows on that couch too? So did he sleep on the couch? Do we get to see the awkward and fragile state of their relationship, where they’re hurt but their love for each other is still so incredibly deep? If so I will die in the angst ditch that is Polin

And we’re back to lighter stuff, I think this is ep6 so he still had no idea. And just the way she giggles? Oh my heart cannot handle the sweetness.

WHAT AM I GOOD FOR??? So much Colin. You’re worth and count for so much my sweet summer child. Oh hero complex Colin, we love you oh so much. I was dying the whole way through but this is where I perished. THE ANGST. They really need to meet each other midway though. She needs to let him in and he needs to learn that she does not need saving, she needs love and companionship.

Thank you Netflix, I love them ❤️ Polin was getting a bit too real and dramatic for a second there.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Okay fine Mechat has some actually interesting concepts & stories.......

1. Succubus LI trying desperately to suck out MC's life via sex Vs. Demisexual MC who just wants to eat burgers, go on walks & sleep well at night

2. DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE!!!??

3. Her:

4. Dead guy trying to scam other dead people out of their money and trying his best to seem scary and morbid Vs. MC who lives next to a cemetery, is morbidly fascinated by death, at most thinks he's funny

5. Genius indie game developer escaping an abusive family + MC willing to throw hands with his mother at any given moment

6. Nonbinary mermaid. That's it. (merperson?)

7. Polycule with 4 eldritch horrors. They're personifications like the Sins but they've got 0 control and you get to see what that actually means

8. Sea demon trying desperately to eat MC Vs. MC enjoying making his life living hell and making him flustered by flirting with him - also they have some of the funniest chats

10. Nonbinary dragon with a gem/jewellery making hyperfixation

11. Modern day beauty and the beast retelling except it's VERY CLEAR that if he ever permanently turned into a human MC would ditch him so fast.

LI: I'm a terrible hideous monster, a freak, no one will ever want me, I literally look like if someone stretched a dog's skin over a human's body, you should leave me and never come back

MC: Take off your shirt

12. Overworked barista MC who is just done and dead inside and just begging the man with a gun who just crashed through the cafe's window to shoot them in the face

13. """The stray cat I brought home turned into a hot naked guy who basically called me useless, kicked me out of my own bed and home, then texted me to cry about how I don't care for him because I went to work without leaving any cat toys out for him to play with but I'm going to coo at him and give him anything his little bastard heart desires no matter how much it inconveniences me and no matter how much he flip flops between hating my entire existence and Immediately crying when I leave him alone for longer than five minutes because I'm still a cat owner and this is the type of insanity that consumes every single cat owner ever"""

Also includes:

• They/them gender neutral MC

• Customizable sprites for MC

• Voice messages with amazing voice acting

• You can choose if you want to see 18+ content or not, and the sex scenes can range from being inferred to very explicit

• Dom/sub/top/bottom/switch/vers MCs

• Multiple poly LIs

• Some stories allow you to switch LIs - play the same story with a different character so you can have your preference

• Treasure trove for the monster fuckers ft LIs like;

a.) Mythical beings like Medusa

b.) Extraterrestrials like aliens similar to the ones from Avatar

c.) Straight up furry content - like anthropomorphic animals

d.) Hybrids - humans with animal ears & tails

e.) Eldritch beings like Death

f.) Horror-esque characters like killer (?) clowns & ghouls

g.) Supernatural beings like demons and witches

h.) Not monsters but also: knights & pirates

• Also just normal average sweet LIs too

• My favourite: updated mod for unlimited gems

Part 2 of interesting routes

[amorgansgal]

Healing Touch - Part Two

It's taken me long enough, but here's part two of healing touch and let's just say things are getting a little steamy! Tagging these folks again @halsinsgate, @thepickledmermaid, @thoughts-of-bear and @embrulee just in case they would like to read. And for anyone new you can find part 1 here

Halsin x Female Single Mum Reader

The days and nights passed in a blur of sweaty exhaustion. Your very bones and marrow ached and your skin prickled with dull, irritating pain when your usually soft blanket touched it. But every time you awoke, Halsin was immediately at your side, helping you drink from a cup, washing away the sweat from your forehead or spooning broth into your mouth. 

Seth was doing his best to help too, but you struggled to stay awake when he read to you or mopped your brow - usually that meant having a wet cloth slapped rather haphazardly against your face! But you were glad he was happy to tell you what a nice time he was having playing out in the snow or helping Halsin prepare supper. 

During your brief moments of consciousness, you would watch them in the kitchen, Seth chatting away while Halsin smiled and chopped vegetables or both of them curled up by the fire, Seth by Halsin’s side as the druid read to your son from a large book of myths and legends. It warmed your heart to see them like that, but when Halsin felt your gaze on him he always got up and went over to you to see if there was anything you needed. But gods, the only thing you truly wanted was for that little moment of domestic happiness to be the true state of things. For a moment you could pretend that Halsin was your husband, that Seth was both your son, that this pretty little scene always happened each night and soon Halsin would come to your bed, hold you, bury his face in your hair and then press a gentle kiss to the back of your neck.

Finally the day came when you could sit up in bed and keep your eyes open. You smiled when Halsin came into the bedroom, after gently knocking on the door. ‘You’re looking better,’ he said. ‘Though I still think bed rest is in order.’ He lay his hand on your brow, testing your temperature once more.

‘I feel a little better, but I’m not sure if I have enough strength to manage even the short walk to the kitchen and back. My legs would probably tremble as much as a newborn fawn. Thank you for looking after us both.’ 

‘I am glad I could help,’ he said, he gently pushed the hair back from your face and his fingers lingered against your cheek. You wondered if this was something he usually did with his patients, but given you were enjoying the soft, warm caress, you decided not to question it further.

You glanced over to the open doorway, surprised to find that your son was not around, eagerly running into your bedroom to see how you were doing. Seth had been a very enthusiastic, if noisy, healer assistant to Halsin and it was sweet to see him carefully making his way from the kitchen to your room with a hot cup of tea sweetened with honey and Halsin watching his steady progress. 

‘Where’s-?’

‘Oh yes, Seth has gone to play with Johan.’ It was hardly a shocking matter, but Halsin looked rather bashful and quickly removed his hand from your face. The very small groan you let slip seemed to be noticed by him, if the way he rapidly raised his gaze back to your face was anything to go by, but he did not comment on it and you were grateful that he did not. How far gone were you, if just a small touch sent you mad with longing?

Halsin shook his head, rolled his shoulders back and coughed to clear his throat. ‘In any case, I was going to ask if you would perhaps care for a bath, given Seth would be away and I could help warming the water, carrying you to the tub and so forth.’

‘Yes, that would be good, I probably look rather horrific and sweaty and messy!’ you said with a quiet chuckle. Halsin smiled softly and shook his head. 

‘You could never look horrific or a mess.’

‘Ha! You never saw me trying to get my house in order with a wilful two year old who decided baths were not for him and who had got into the flour while I was distracted for all of a minute!’ 

He was looking at you so intently and with such a surprising amount of heartfelt gentleness that it almost made you look away, but you managed to keep your gaze on him. ‘I wish I had seen that, I wish I had been there for you both when Seth was younger.’

You managed a strange, wheezy choking sound and instantly felt mortified. ‘I… uh… well that would’ve been nice, but you weren’t, so… we were fine though and you were busy, very busy given the mindflyer stuff and tadpoles and the druid grove and stuff.’ Gods, was there any way you could get the ground to swallow you up? You sounded so ineloquent and foolish. Halsin must think you had lost all your wits along with your hygiene with that mangled sentence! But Halsin simply laughed.

‘I suppose that’s true, but I would’ve liked to have been by your side,’ he smiled softly, then suddenly got to his feet, the bed groaning a little in protest now his weight was gone from it. ‘But I have teased you enough with promises of a bath, so I will prepare it and let you know when it is done. Do you think you have enough strength in your legs to manage the walk or would you prefer I carry you to it?’

Really, honestly, you probably could’ve managed it. Maybe with some heavy leaning on the bedposts and doorways, you could reach the bathroom, but given your time with Halsin was likely coming to an end why not make the most of his company?

‘Would you mind carrying me? I’m afraid my legs are still a little shaky,’ you said, glancing up at him and then quickly looking away. You tried to make out you were more embarrassed by asking, but Halsin’s quiet ‘Hmm’ made you wonder if he doubted your story.

‘Of course,’ he said though, and you let out a sigh of relief. It was not as if he was injured or too tired to do so, and he surely wouldn’t have offered if he hadn’t meant it. He got up from the bed and headed out of the room.

You were surprised at how quickly Halsin returned, but then you remembered he wielded druidic magic and doubtless that had helped matters. He smiled and you pulled back the covers, so he could lift his work. A dizzying, overwhelming excitement buzzed through you as his right hand slipped under your legs and his left supported your back. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he lifted you up easily. You really should have thought about this more as you now felt rather flustered by being so close to him. He was so warm and smelled… gods, what was wrong with you, you shouldn’t be trying to inhale his scent, but Halsin smelled good, a delicious earthy, herbal smell that put you in mind of pine trees or dried juniper berries with honey and musk.  

You shivered with delight on seeing the curling tendrils of steam that rose from the tub. Halsin placed the tub near the fireplace so you would stay warm, but you were already quite cosy in his arms as he carried you over. You bit your lip hard to stop any sound of disappointment being let slip once he put you down.

‘I’ll remake your bed and tidy up a little while you bathe, just give me a shout when you want me to take you to bed,’ Halsin said. Evidently the connotation of being ‘taken to bed’ was for a brief moment unapparent to Halsin and you let slip a foolish, nonsensical wheeze of laughter. He frowned and then it seemed to dawn on him what he had said. 

‘Sorry, that was childish of me-’ you muttered, half expecting Halsin to roll his eyes and leave you entirely. Gods, what was wrong with you? It had to be the flu still addling your mind. Though to your surprise Halsin smiled, with an almost devilish twinkle in his gaze.

‘Like I said, you call and I will return to your side and take you to bed,’ he said again, his eyes fixed on you, then briefly scanned down your form, before returning to your face. He looked pleased and the faintest hint of swirling gold appeared at the edges of his hazel eyes. It was all you could do to stop your mouth from falling open and gawking at him. Halsin chuckled softly and then walked back to the bedroom, leaving you with burning cheeks, your mouth a little dry and a strange whirling sensation in your stomach.

You quickly undressed, feeling acutely aware of Halsin’s presence just a few feet away in the bedroom, stripping your bed and tidying the room. When you were down to just your undergarments, a silly notion bubbled up that you could call him now, you could call him back and he could gaze upon you, could touch your bare skin, but you dismissed it quickly. What were you thinking? But then… he had outright encouraged the way you had interpreted his wording, so why shouldn’t you…? 

You caught sight of yourself in the glimmering reflection of the bathwater and that all but confirmed to you why you shouldn’t. Your plump belly and thighs were covered with the silvery weave of stretch marks, your hips set wider than you would’ve liked, your breasts hung low. Gods, what kind of dreamy, deluded fool were you? Why would Halsin find you remotely desirable? It had been a long time since anyone had courted you or suggested any amount of romantic interest in you.

You stepped into the bath and sunk down into the warm water. You washed your face and scrubbed every inch of your skin with a bar of soap Halsin had left on a nearby stool. It smelled of rosemary and it was certainly not your usual unperfumed plain bar of yellowish waxy soap that you would use. You relished the brief moment you got to truly relax and rest, the days’ smell of sickness and sweat cleaned away from your skin. 

Once you were done, you got up and grabbed a towel, quickly drying yourself off so you wouldn’t leave Halsin waiting in your room for long. You looked around for a new nightgown to wear and realised all too late that neither you nor Halsin had thought to bring a clean one for you to wear. Gods dammit! The linen towel was a little too short to comfortably wrap around you and if Halsin scooped you up again you would have a tough time holding onto it!

You hobbled over to the bedroom door, pressing your behind against the nearest wall so you would not accidentally let Halsin see anything! ‘Uh… Halsin?’ you called out, but before you could say anything else you heard his quick, lumbering stride and the door was yanked open. 

Evidently he was somewhat baffled that you were not anywhere near the bath as he looked around the room this way and that for you, but at last he spotted you. ‘I thought you needed my help?’ he asked gently.

‘I… well… it’s just… we didn’t bring a clean nightgown and… I…’

‘Oh, gods, my apologies. I’ll get one for you now-’

‘No, it’s alright, I can just go into the room and-’

As you both tried to squeeze in through the cottage’s small doorway, your towel became caught on both the door frame and Halsin’s leather jerkin! You tried to grab it quickly, but it had already slipped down your chest and Halsin had easily caught a glimpse of your heavy breasts, the nipples dark and hardening from the cold winter that slipped through the small crevices under the windows and doorway. 

You were both staring at one another, unmoving from the doorway and Halsin’s jaw looked like it was tightly clenched. Your cheeks were burning and you felt utterly horrified that he had seen what you looked like underneath. 

‘Sorry-’ you began, but he let out a soft growl and pulled you into the room, closing the door behind you both. He rested a large fist against it and for a brief, awful moment you thought he was angry with you. ‘Halsin-’

He whipped around and gazed at you with such unabashed, wanton longing that it made you outright tremble. ‘I cannot hide how I feel about you. I have always been fond of you and Seth, but this winter… the more I look at you, the more I burn for you. The more I wish to taste your skin, kiss you until you can scarcely breathe and love you in every way I can.’ He inhaled, a terrible, shaky breath that told you he was just barely holding onto the last slither of control. ‘Will you let me?’

‘Yes,’ you murmured and he did not let you speak another one, he pulled you close, almost making you lose the towel once more and then he kissed you, his hands easily cupping your face and the back of your head, fingers gripping your damp locks, and it proved almost impossible to not whimper at the warm pleasure coursing through you, making your skin tingle. He groaned your name against your lips.

[accio-victuuri]

CHILDREN’S DAY CANDIES. 🍭🍬

let’s call this part one of today’s cpns cause i’m waiting for xzs side to share stuff and knowing that LOZ just wrapped, we might get something on that too. but i can’t wait to scream about these! good turtles really got the sweets for today!

let the two cute babies invite you in… ⬇️⬇️⬇️

to those who have no idea what this holiday is about, then this might help you.

starting off the day with yibo’s audi ad. he really remains unbothered despite all the chaos, it’s business as usual on his side. and that is the reality of his life: it goes on. no matter what happens or who try to bring him down. he will continue to shine ✨ the story for the ad was so interesting, it was so nice to see him “cooking” and it’s giving me flashbacks to his other efforts. this is more of me as a cpf thinking about how yibo could also be making an effort on his own to cook, even if it’s not elaborate dishes. the fandom loves to paint xz as the “wife” who does the cooking but maybe yibo does too? and that grocery scene? AAHHHHHHH! domestic yizhan is my weakness. so while they walk into a store all dressed up like that, the thought makes me somft. considering there is a possibility too that they will be in the same city soon 🙏🏼

then xzs reposted menghai’s anniversary post which some are saying is unusual for them but who knows. WHAT GETS ME THO IS THE CAPTION. the fuck.

WHO FAMOUSLY SAID THIS? to the point that it became a tagline for the fandom. Yibo. Yibo during all the drama that happened during Hidden Blade’s showing:

WYB: like what the director & that audience said, a movie can create a lot of thoughts but u still need to continue with ur life. for Wuming, i hope we can exchange sincerity with sincerity. we made this movie with our heart, so we sincerely hope that people will like the movie.

I’m not sure if this is some usual line or saying in 🇨🇳 with some literary relevance but the fact that it is associated with WYB gets me! XZS is known to do really good captions but using this? after all that happened with magnolia noms? i think it is not a coincidence. this feels like an indirect message. i am positive that they really intend to wish menghai a happy anniversary but the hidden meaning is not lost on me.

not only that…. they seem to match yibo-official’s caption too.

The wind blowing in the wilderness // The wind galloping in the wilderness 🍃

the wind. in the mainland, WOF title is called Wind Chaser. i can understand it from YBO’s perspective and why that was included. but XZS? another coincidence????

and the caption for YBO had a paper plane which is a symbol that we associate with them 🫶🏼 ( i have a post for this but i cannot find it lol. if someone here does, please comment. )

and as for the drawing, it’s very common for cpf to think that xz made it. not saying that ybo has no team of his own that can do it for him, but more of this is xz’s love language. making art for the person he adores. the fact that the t-shirt chibi yibo was wearing is inspired by that video of him dancing in 2011 was a nice touch.

the cartoon was supposed to be based on the photo which was from the olympics performance rehearsal — but to make it fit the Children’s Day theme, that was added. it is made by someone who loves him!

not to mention some other details that stood out to us. i bet you can analyze each in every composition of it and make a cpf analysis but these are the interesting bits:

but i’m more partial to that pig nose on the shoes! hahahahaha! when fans tease yibo, he becomes a pig instead of a lion/panther and this cheeky addition i feel like can only be added by someone close to him. a person who can get away with it 😂😂😂

the photo used had him with the green/pink shoes! plus the video shared, THAT HAT! ( i linked part 3 of my cpn post in but parts 1&2 are there for those who are not familiar or want a refresher) ! he is showing off again! can’t blame him tho.

sources: one / two / three / four

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[ask-serendipity-sky]

10 Jikook Moments That Make Me Say "There is no way Jikook is not real"

You know how sometimes when you are watching some Jikook content you get the random thought that says "How in the world is this even real?!?" For reals. A lot of Jikook moments are just...magical. They are something else. Real "I am you, you are me" (I really like that phrase, can you tell?).

Some moments legit have no explanation other than it's 2 people who are in love and are together. Together? Forever. Forever?

So here is my list (In no particular order, except number 1 and 2. Those moments are just the top moments for me):

10. Jungkook melting

This particular scene left a huge impression on me. Jimin caresses Jungkook's face and Jk closes his eyes and let's the touch take him. Its romantic.

There is no way on Earth that 2 people can touch each other like this and not feel anything remotely similar to love. No way.

Sure, friends with benefits can do it, or just friends can do it, but to get to this point where your face is caressed and you MELT, that's undeniable love. Touch with love elicits this sort of response. And we don't only see this in this scene, there are tons of others where the same thing happens!

(Like in yesterday's Jikook hug. Jk melted into Jimin.)

9. Mma 2018

A classic, right?

Have you ever seen any 2 other idols do this? It's like they forgot the cameras and all the people existed and poor Hyunjae next to them raising his eyesbrows left and right lol The guy seemed traumatized lol

They let their romantic thoughts win. Jk couldn't get his eyes off of Jimin. He even wanted to help him sit lol The way he looked at him. Like he wanted to kiss every inch of his face. His eyes spilling love.

I've watched this so many times and I stare at my screen in disbelief everytime. But I get it. Sometimes the moment is then and Jungkook and Jimin lived it.

8. You are my Park Filter 🥰

We are only supposed to watch unedited content, right everyone? So if you want to watch the whole live, go to weverse. This is a nice summary lol

Every respected Jikooker needs to have watched this, in my opinion lol

Jk is being the best boyfriend he can be and comes running the moment Jimin calls. There is lots of hand holding, soft tones in their voices, and very boyfriendy vocabulary being exchanged according to k-army, smiles, laughs, an appearance by their best man Mr. Hobi.

I watch this and it's like omg, they are happy together. And it makes me feel all happy to 3rd wheel along lol

If that doesn't convince you, maybe Jimin's shy shy shy face will!!!

7. Finger heartu 💕

It's not the finger heart that makes me think Jikook is real...but Jimin's reaction. Like no Jungkook, we are supposed to be chill in this concert...

And then Nam in the back tying his shoelace, that is already tied, but serves as an anti anxiety technique when dealing with Jikook.

It caught Jimin by surprise, like all these grand gestures Jungkook likes to surprise him with.

6. Jikook in their wedding suits...just kidding. Jimin losing himself when looking at Jungkook

First of all, omg. They looked handsome that day. There was a lot of Jikookery going on in these awards.

And then I see this scene. I feel like it's rare when Jimin lets his guard down and allows us to see him melt like this over Jk. I think Jimin just forgot about the cameras. His sweet smile and soft gaze for Jungkook only got softer when Jk looked at him too.

Then reality hit and back to business casual.

My point is that you don't forget that all eyes are on you unless more important eyes are on you. So many people were watching, but to Jimin, the ones that are the most important are Jungkook's eyes. And the same can be said about Jungkook.

5. 2315 in PTD Seoul

2315.

But that's not all.

In that same concert, Jk also referenced the numbers:

BUT that is not all...

After that concert, Jk had a quick live on Instagram and he referenced the numbers in his own way:

0:56 seconds: "Finally, in Korea, in 2.5 years, feels like 23 years, we finally had a concert in Korea. We got to do it..."

23. I was trying to figure out what the 23 meant since he referenced it twice. And one twitter discussion said that the was referring to 2300 days. That made sense to me. Has anyone heard anything about this number?

But going back to the 2315....

So k-army did the math for us and found that 2315 from March 10, 2022 (PTD concert) is...

November 08, 2015, which many believe might be the start of Jikook or a date that seems to be very important to them.

There is just too much persistence from both Jk and Jimin to show us what 11/8 means to them. It's like the are silently screaming it for us to understand.

4. GCF Tokyo

If Jungkook still mentions it, then so do we!

Everything about this date captured on video is literally that...a date. The video doesn't even show Tokyo...just Jungkook's Jimin and he decided to share that with us. Not for fan service or because he was forced...but maybe because "I'll be loud for you, but you gotta be there for me too..."

Jk, the hopeless romantic, organized this whole trip and focused only on Jimin, another hopeless romantic.

Whenever I hear of people saying this video doesn't have romantic tones, I leaves me baffled.

After I played this video for my partner, before they knew anything about Jikook, they were like "So are these guys getting married?" Lol

The Jikooker anthem! Let's all watch it together and cry of happiness!

Boy, I'm holdin' onto something

Won't let go of you for nothing

I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

There was a time that I was so blue

What I got to do to show you?

I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Said, I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

But you gotta be there for me too

3. Rose Bowl Ear Nomming

Friends don't do this. Friends just don't. No one does other than a significant other or someone who is interested in you romantically or sexually. Friends don't do this. I cant think of anything else to say lol just...Friends don't do this.

And then the aftermath photo doesn't lie either:

2. Euphoria

So I saw this observation in another blog but haven't seen anyone mention it. During this live, Jimin was playing everyone's song while doing Legos. He listened to Euphoria and afterwards, kept humming the melody and smiling. And after a while he says:

Why would listening to Jungkook sing remind him of being at home? It's not like Jk sings all day and night. It's not like Jimin has told us before that he listens to Jk sing about 8 hours per day...wait.

So yes, this moment is up there because Jimin's subconscious is telling us everything.

1. J-hope's Album Release Party

Ok, hear me out. In the bangtan bomb, we saw this for a total of 5 seconds max.

But this moment is LOUD. This right here should have been the end of any speculation. For reals, when I think about Jikook moments this is the biggest moment of them all. Why?

Well, because Jimin and Jk were just minding their own business in a little corner of the entire place. A little dark and cozy corner. From what we can see, their hands touching and being close enough. No one was around them. Just 2 people wanting to be close to each other.

And we've all seen this or lived this. At a party, when 2 people are hitting it off, they seclude themselves and people give them space and let be them be in their own bubble. Except that in this case, the camera caught them. Seriously, camera man? What was the reason!?!?!?

And we get Jk's face of "are you freakin kidding me?" Jimin getting shy and looking at Jk for reassurance. There wasn't supposed to be a camera or anyone around bothering. This was Jikook in their most natural state.

We also have to remember that this is during Jimin's time when he was living in the studio making FACE so Jikook wasn't spending as much time together. Jimin was taking a day off here and one thing led to another...and they are holding hands lol

And I love this moment because people don't get to say "you only have moment from 2018" "they are doing it for the cameras" "jikook jikooked when they were young but they got it out of their system" "so and so should have been there too so it wasn't a jikook thing" blah blah.

For me, this moment is it.

Watch the entire bangtan bomb and check out how Jk kept tabs on Jimin in the scenes where we see them together. And the same with Jm keeping tabs on Jk. Also, this photograph:

There is a better version of this photo but it's so edited that you can hardly see Jk.

Anyway, this is my number 1 because there is no way that this is not real.

Phew. It was hard picking...

I might need a part 2.

[legendofmorons]

Hi i was wonder if i could request a platonic headcannon or oneshot where the reader is a dragon that adopts the chain. Beacuase it could be very adorable!!! ^-^

-a shy annon

Honestly, that's amazing, and I'm very excited to write this!

Dragon's hoard (chain)

Pairing: Chain & reader

Rating: G

Summary: You are a dragon who adopts the chain. The catch is that you don't know this at first. Somehow, the chain realizes before you, but they think it's sweet. (Even if Legend refuses to admit it.)

Warnings: cursing, implied injury

Other: If I missed anything please let me know

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This is written in sections, the scenes are in order of who was collected first. There is a final realization scene

A few quick headcanoms for refrence too

You're a dragon shifter based off of fairytale dragons.

You are capable of half shifting to access fire breathing and wings. You get scales like freckles during these times

You slowly add to your hoard, it's not all at once. You "mark people" as part of your hoard by gifting them shiny things.

You don't realize you have a hoard of heroes until after.

1- Wind

You are on watch with Wind when you feel the urge to gift him the old tarnished spy glass you keep in your bag. You aren't sure now is the tume but you are sure he'd love it.

You've kept the spy glass polished, it's just wethered and about fourth years old. But it works great and you can already see Wind running around with it.

The idea of your gift keeping him safe makes your heart warm. He's such a good kid, you want him to be safe.

And he could use a cheer up after the ankle sprain a few days ago.

So what's the real harm? You have more than one spy glass.

And this way, Wind knows you, care!

How else do friends show affection? You've always exchanged shiny gifts with loved ones. (That probably isn't just a Dragon thing ^TM.)

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Wind calls. "You okay? You look lost."

"Hm? Oh! I was just thinking."

"That's dangerous buissness."

You laugh, shaking your head. "For you maybe."

"Hey now!" Wind protests lightly.

"What do you mean 'hey now'?"

He just gives you a look. Deadpan and unimpressed. He seems to be impersonating Time's 'done with it' stare.

How adorable! He might as well just declare being the youngest sibling of your group.

"How’s your ankle feeling?"

"It's fine, the potion did most the work."

"That's good. I actually have something for you!" You say, deciding then and there to give Wind the spyglass.

"Really?"

"Of course!" You say, "Stay here I have to grab it."

You stand up, walking to your bedroll and bag.

You crouch down and rifle through your bag, thankful as always for the bottomless and weightless charms you have on it. It weighs no more than the materials it's made of, and it fits anything insode of it.

You take a minute to find it- but your hand closes around the spyglass. You pull it out with a triumphant grin.

You close your bag and make your way back to Wind, sitting back on the log beside him.

"Here you go!" You say, holding out the spyglass. "It could probably use a polish, but it's in working condition!"

"Whoah- this looks old! Where's you get it?"

"I found it on a ship wreck at the beach when I went a few years back."

"It has an inscription!"

"Mh- oh yeah! It's stretched up, but it says, 'may you always find a lighthouse'."

Wind nods, "That's so cool!"

You watch the boy take the spyglass with revrence, unlike what you're used to him showing.

"I'm glad you like it!"

The smile he gives you is enough to cement your promise to yourself. You promise that you'll keep him as safe and happy as you can. Forever.

2- Hyrule

Hyrule isn't the best cook. He's not the worst, but if you were home, you wouldn't let him do much more than box recipies.

But the chili he's pulled together is pretty okay. It's not necessarily great, but you don't hate it either.

So after you've eaten lunch and done your turn of dishes, you find yourself sent to forage with Hurule.

Bag on your person. You and Hyrule set out to find some more edible plants.

Thankfully, this is close enough to his time that Hyrule knows the plants.

You let him show you the poisonous plants that you should never pick. You also let him show you the edible plants that taste amazing!

Amazingly enough, you find something that looks a lot like present-day strawberries! Unfortunately, you seem to need sharp nails or a knife to properly pick them.

You have both.

"Hang on, I have a knife for you." You say, reaching into your bag of holding.

"Oh- thanks! I'll clean it before I give it back."

"Don't worry about that, I've been meaning to give it to you anyways."

You manage to find the knife quickly. It's a pocket knife, folded into the handle securely.

You pull it out and pass it to Hyrule.

The knife isn't super huge, about a three inch blade with the handle a little longer. But it's well maintained and has a locking blade.

The handle is wood plated metal. The blade and body are both made of steel.

"This is- really shiny." He manages, taking the knife, "Thank you!"

"Anytime. I have knife sharpeners too if you need them."

"I don't think I do, but thank you."

You just smile.

You turn back to the task of picking the almost-strawberries. You choose to shift into your half dragon half human form, using your claw like nails to easily pick the berries.

Thankfully, this isn't the first time Hyrule has seen you shift between forms, so he just gives a surprised "Oh!'. He keeps his attention on the task, though.

You should probably slip the knife sharpener into his bag later. He's not always great at taking care of himself, and if you can help, you definitely will.

3- Sky

You don't have any grand reason for wanting to gift Sky the shining chain bracelet. You just saw it earlier and thought of him.

It's a delicate chain but it seems sturdy enough.

You've pulled Sky away from the group, standing by the fireplace of the inn you're all staying at.

He just watches you rifle through your bag. "Really, (Y/n), if you can't find it right now we can do this kater."

"Hush now, I just need a minuete."

"Okay."

You find the bracelet after a minute, fingers closing around the silver chains as you pull it out.

You hold it out to him, the silver shining in the firelight. "Ta-da!"

"That's- beautiful." Sky says, reaching out to touch the metal gently.

He takes the braclet then, trying to fasten it on his left wrist. As the only right-handed Link he figures it'll be safer on his shield arm.

"Let me help." You say.

You reach out and manage to fasten the clasp quickly. You drop your hands once you're done, flashing a smile.

"Thanks for the help. And thank you very much for the bracelet. It's beautiful." He says, and Sky is absolutely beaming.

It's good to know you were right. That he does like it.

"Of course. Now come on, I think Wild's done with dinner."

"Good, I'm starving."

You laugh, shaking your head as you lead Sky back to the group.

You sit down between Sky and Wind, gratefully taking the food Wild gives you.

"Nice braclet." Legend says as he nods to Sky, "What's it for?"

"Nothing?" He asks, glancing to you.

"I think the lady I got it from said it's a 'protection ' bracelet. Whatever that means." You explain, still not sure what it does.

"Cool." Legend says.

"That's really interesting." Four says, already getting a look in his eyes that probably means he wants to experiment.

"It is!" Sky beams happily.

4- Wild

You enjoy getting to spend time with Wild. He's fairly down to earth despite his love of shenanigans. And he's all too happy to teach your recipes.

He's helping you search the farmer's market when you see it.

A gleaming gold handled dagger. Wild would love that.

"How much for the dagger?" You ask, turning your attention from the blade to the woman running the shop.

"Two hundred rupees. "

"I'll take it." You say, fishing out the coinage to pay.

The lady takes your payment before wrapping the dagger in its sheath and handing it to you.

You thank her before setting the dagger in your bag for now. You still need to find Wild, you've gotten separated since you came over.

Wild is easy to find. He's haggling with a rather round older man about the price of flour.

You make your way to him easily. Weaving in and out of the crowd until you're standing at his side.

"Hey." You greet.

"Hey." He says. "I just finished here. Did you want to look at anything else?"

"Not really. I got you something though!"

"Oh. Thanks!" He says, flashing a smile.

"Come on, let's get out of the way. Then I can give you the thing."

"Okay."

Wild leads you away from the booth to a bench. He sits down and pats the spot beside him

You sit down as you pull out the cloth wrapped dagger.

"Here you go!" You smile, holding it towards him.

"Thanks, (Y/n)." Wild says, his voice softer than usual.

You watch Wild open it up. You watch him pull the glinting gold dagger from the sheath.

Wild inspects it, and then turns his eyes to you. "It's perfect, thanks (Y/n)."

"I'm just glad you like it!"

You decide then and there that you'll have to make sure he's more used to being loved. Because the way he looks shocked and pleased means he isn't used to it. And he deserves to be.

5- four

You really need the boys to stop being such magnets for monsters. Patching them up is not fun.

But you do prefer patching Four up to patching the others up. The blacksmith has always been good at following directions, and he won't hide injuries like some people. (Couch cough, Time, Warriors, and Twi, cough cough.)

It's nearly lunch when you're almost finished cleaning and bandaging Four. He sits patiently, though, handing you supplies from your bag.

"Can you grab another bandage?" You ask, barley glancing at his face as you frown at the gauze you hold in place.

"Sure."

Four isn't as used to your bottomless bag and instead pulls something else out - a silver hair stick with a mouse like creature on the top. "Oh! You know the picori?"

"Hm?" You manage, looking up to see what he's talking about. You smile when you see the hair stick. "No, the lady I got it from said it was a mythical creature. You can keep it if you like."

"Oh- but I don't need a hair stick."

"You don't have to keep it."

"Can- Can I? Even if I probably won't use it?"

"Of course you can, Four. I'd honestly forgotten it existed it'll be much better off with you."

"Thank you, (Y/n)." Four says.

He sets the hair sticks down before reaching back into your bag to grab a bandage like you had asked. When his hands close around it he smiles softly to himself.

You take the item when he hands it to you, starting to bandage the gauze in place.

"And.... Done!" You declare as soon as you're finished patching him up.

"Thanks, (Y/n), I really appreciate the help."

"Anytume, Four. If I can ever help you out, let me know. Okay?"

"Okay."

6- legend

Legend is a particularly stubborn ass sometimes, and while usually you at least admire that trait, today it's a pain the ass.

Since he decided he can go two days without sleep and lied to people about it. He didn't wake anybody up for watch the last two nights like he was supposed to either.

All of this is why you are put on babysitting duty while Legend is effectively in timeout.

Thankfully, Legend is happy to sit with his arms crossed on the stump you're standing near. He's got his back to the others right now.

You however have an idea.

You've got a ring that helps with sleep, according to the inscription at least. Maybe it will help Legend? He probably has an underlying reason for not sleeping.

You might as well offer it. He can always say no.

"Hey.... Ledgend?" You call, already reaching into your bag in search of the sleep aiding item.

Your hand closes around the ring quickly so you pull it out.

"What?" He asks, sulking as if he's paid to.

"I have something for you."

"Why?"

"It might help you sleep more? I know you're probably exhausted. You're still hylian."

"Yeah. So?" He asks, finally turning to face you.

"Just take this, you grump." You say, stopping in front of him and holding the rin out to him.

"What's it do?"

"It's supposed to help you sleep."

"Does it?"

"I've never actually tried it."

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he observes the jewlry. He's not exactly the most trusting, but he does seem to be considering this.

Good.

If you can help him take better care of himself, you're happy to do it.

Legend takes the ring, "Thanks."

"Anytime!"

"If this dosen’t work I'm selling it."

"That's fine." You say.

And really, it is. You had all hut forgotten you had the thing, it might as well go to someone who wants it.

Though you really do hope it helps Legend sleep. The stubborn man needs it.

7- Twilight

You're oddly used to Twi and his extended stints of disappearing. It's not as concerning as it used to be, at least.

Although you've got half a mind to stick him with one of your many shiny objects so everyone knows he has a dragon looking out for him. He could use it, the trouble magnets.

Actually- that's a hell of an idea. You think you'll do that! But it has to be something useful. You don't want to burden him with a useless knick knack.

What do you have that he could use? Maybe a ring that grants unnatural luck? Or an old compass that leads you home? Oh! Or maybe Twilight wants a letter opener?

Those all sound useful on occasion but not like something Twi would actually use.

Oh! You know exactly what you should give him.

You're already searching your bag for it when it comes to mind. You'll gift Twilight a gold-plated mirror that allows him to talk to whoever has the other. That way, if he needs help, he can ask!

Yes.

This way, everyone knows not to mess with him, AND he can ask for help if he needs it. This is perfect!

Now you just have to find him.

Easier said than done sometimes.

However, you think Twilight said he was going to be back before night, and it's nearly dysk now. So he should be back real soon.

So you pull one of the two mirrors in the set out and begin polishing it. It's got to he very shiny. How else will he know you care?

Enough time passes that the mirror is practically shimmering. You've definitely shined it enough.

"What are you doing?" Four asks, asks you curiously.

"Cleaning this mirror up before I give it to Twim"

Four laughs, "Adding to your hoard again?"

"No?" You say, confused enough that it comes out as a question.

You aren't adding to your hoard. You're removing things from it.

"Okay." Four says, amusement evident in his expression.

You raise a brow, but allow it all to pass. There's nothing worth dwelling on.

You hear more footsteps entering the area. You aren't sure who it is, though, so you turn to see.

Twilight is back, a bag of supplies in hand.

"Twi!" You cheer happily.

"Hey, (Y/n)."

"Come here! I have something for you."

Twilight shares a look with four, biting his lip and trying not to laugh. It's not mean he just thinks it's sweet that you like all of them enough to add them to your hoard.

He's also pretty sure you don't know.

"What are you thinking about?" You ask, tilting your head to watch him.

"Nothing much. What did you want to show me?"

"This!" You say, holding the mirror out to him, "It's for you!"

"It is? Why, thank you!"

Twilight takes the mirror gently. He squints as he examines it.

"It's enchanted so you can talk to whoever has the other mirror in the set!"

"Oh- that's amazing! I didn't know you could do such a thing."

"You can. I know a sorceress back home. She loves things like this."

"Well, I love this. Thank you, (Y/n)."

"Now you'll use it if you need help. Got it?" You ask, watching him intently.

He laughs and nods. "Of course I will."

"I mean it."

He nods. He does believe you. He's just not used to having someone go out of their way to make sure he has a way to ask for help.

Because of how much he does back home, most people assume he doesn't ever need help unless he asks. Though they are usually right about that.

"I know. I- really appreciate this."

"Now we should go eat. I know you're hungry."

"Yeah, I am. Let's go eat."

8- warriors

You should know how you ended up here. Really, you should. But it doesn't matter because you're in the middle of a festival dancing with friends.

You and Twilight are doing a mangled box step side by side, laughing the whole time.

"Have you figured out what you want to do for Warriors?" Twilight asks.

You blink, surprised he knows that you want to do something nice for the captain. But then again, you weren't hiding it.

"Yeah I do actually!"

"What is it?"

"I thought he'd like a set of earrings."

"He woukd."

"They protect from people talking badly about you."

"He'd love that for sure." Twilight says with a playful shake of his head and a stumble in his box step.

"Oh be nice."

"I am!"

"Liar." You laugh. "Stay here I'm going to grab a drink."

"If you see Wind tell him to come see me."

"I will!"

You go off to get a drink, passing sacral friendly locals, two goats, and like ten kids.

You don't see the others until you take your drink to go sit on a bench.

Warriors comes over and sits next to you. He flashes you a smile.

"Hey, (Y/n)."

"Hey, wars."

"Twi said you had something for me? Should I be worried?" He asks, cracking a playful smile so you know he's not being serious.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "No, I just had some earrings I thought you'd like."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. I can show you of you like?"

"I'd love that!"

9- time

You can't be bothered to make some polite attempt at giving Time the compass you have. You just slide it into his bag when he's off doing something.

You aren't scared of him, but you've been nervous about it so this is your solution.

Although you really didn't expect to have him pull you aside while holding said compass in hand.

"What's up, Time?"

"Did you put this in my bag?" He asks.

He dosen’t sound upset at all. He just sounds curious.

The compass glints as sunlight hits it.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Just curious. What's it do?" He asks, biting back a smile.

Why does he look like he knows something you don't?

Probably the adventures.

"It points you home." You explain, "It always points towards wherever you consider home."

"Thank you. This is- very thoughtful. "

"I try."

"I appreciate it."

He smiles at you, putting the compass into his pouch of items. He seems so thrilled.

"I hope I wasn't out of line when I slipped it into your bag."

"It's fine. I don't mind."

"Good."

Bonus

You are in your full dragon form, curled around all of the boys when you realize something.

There's nothing profound to start the realization. The stars are out, and there are fire flies all around. But that's normal here. The boys are bickering, but that's all in play.

What makes you realize something is actually Warriors.

The boys are talking about things that surprised them on this adventure. If you weren't so content you might have joined their conversation.

But you are happy, warm as the fore crackles in front of your pile of heroes.

"I mean, I didn't expect to meet you guys." Sky admits, "I'm used to being- the only hylian."

"That does fall in line with your stories." Warriors says, "But I was more surprised to become part of a dragon's hoard."

The others all chime in their agreement, and thoughts on that. You don't register them though- too caught up on Warrior's words.

Is Warriors part of a dragon hoard? Which dragon is he part of a hoardwith?

Why does that thought make you so upset?

Why-

Oh- he's part of your hoard.

They all are.

Huh.

That makes some of the comments about hoards make more sense.

You should have recognized the signs. Or at least the official actions.

This definitely explains your protectiveness over them.

How did they figure it out before you did?

You'll have to ask later.

But you decide you like this. They're part of your hoard, and their family. They don't seem to have an issue with it either.

You should talk about this later. For sure.

But for now, you are happy just to exist in the moment with your friends.

[shannynouhoh]

Shadows of Isolation

BEARBLR PROMPTOBER DAY 1 - Scary Movie

pairing: Richie Jerimovich x Reader

word count: 735

notes: I don't know who is going to read this, this is only my second time sharing fan fiction writing. Bearblr Prompter sounded so good, I wanted in. Happy October.

Richie would definitely consider himself a romantic, albeit a bit rusty at this point. Always the loud and obnoxious one among a group, opportunity was limited to showcase certain skills of romance. Tonight was going to be a normal Wednesday evening, normality he has grown accustomed to since meeting her - a breath of fresh air and friend first and foremost. You invite his obnoxious jokes, you even have a few of your own up your sleeves, yet it is your acceptance that has anchored him the most. Being around you doesn’t simply prompt introspection, it encourages it. For Richie, a blessing when the rest of his life is going well, a curse when it all topples down one meltdown and one interaction with Frank at a time. 

He met you at a bowling club, long after the rest of his The Bear family left the scene. An attempt to avoid life for just one more lime soda on ice. “Last one’s paying, am I right?” you smirked returning your bowling shoes after giving them a good clean. He looks at you confused and you wave your debit card defeatedly. “That’s how it goes. Did your friends leave you to pay as well?”. Richie sips from his drink and shakes his head, “that’s some asshole friends you’ve got, sweetheart.” You nod with a smile as your eyes move toward the exit, “Naaah they’re okay.” you respond warmly. After settling the bill you turn to him, “You want some company while you finish this drink?”

That's how your friendship started, a long conversation about bowling and your respective friend groups later and you suggested to stay in contact in case the other ever needs a bowling partner. And bowling turned into billiard nights, laser tag, arcade strolls once every two weeks if you could arrange it. Richie was hesitant in the beginning, the attention he received from you felt like a set up. In his eyes, whatever your intention was, you were way out of his league and your blatantly open flirting triggered internal alarm bells. If you asked The Bear, everyone would attest that Richie’s demeanor changed over a very short period of time, and life seemed a bit lighter. And sometimes he dared to dream about those doubt-inducing what-ifs. What if she doesn’t flirt just for shits and giggles, and what if this is his second chance?

Tonight felt different; tonight, you had invited him for a scary movie night to your place—you, a woman whose laughter sparkled like sunlight through trees—welcoming him into the comforts of your home  to watch horror films on an oversized projector screen in your living room. Sharing space and sharing your passion for horror with him is totally normal between friends, but Richie’s brain has been in overthinking mode since you so casually suggested the very different plans for your treasured fortnightly Wednesdays. He toyed with the idea inviting you over many times and you beat him to it. As the sun dipped below the horizon and shadows began to dance around along the walls, Richie suddenly felt overwhelmed by a tide of self-doubt that gnawed at him like a malicious specter from one of their chosen films.

The movie flickered ominously as you shared popcorn and half-hearted giggles and sweet “fuck offs” mouthed at each other when creatures leapt out from dark corners onscreen and it took him offguard. Yet with each echoing shriek from your lips came another reminder of Richie’s perceived inadequacies—your stories of trips around the world with your friends, live music you’ve experienced and all these soft impressions of a life fully lived draws stark comparisons against his new solitary lifestyle filled only by weekends with his daughter and hopes of somehow turning all this shit around. He marvels at your spirited conversations but feels a heavy weight settle over him: How could someone so wonderfully alive be interested in someone like him? As anxiety washes over him, turning every heartbeat into thunderous doubt, Richie finds himself retreating further into his thoughts even as you laugh together at his wild reactions to ridiculous jump scares.

And as darkness envelopes you both, something shifts within Richie and it becomes clear to him that maybe there is no place for him in your life, not right now when all he has are glimpses of who he could be, and no real appreciation for who he is.

[will80sbyers]

Ranking some byler moments bc I felt like yapping about them rn:

5) The Rink-o-Mania fight

They both showed that they were paying close attention to the other one, and both knew that there was a problem in their friendship. Mike was dying inside all day long to ask Will why things had changed between them and why Will suddenly stopped reaching out as much as he did even after Will was the one that promised him that it was not possible that he would have left Mike behind...

Mike was so terrified that Will didn't care about him anymore while he spent all the months apart from him feeling sad and like he lost him and feeling crazy because of how much he missed Will...

and Will was feeling so jealous all day long watching him with El and he just wanted to be given attention and appreciation... even just as a best friend, and instead he was feeling like Mike didn't care about him....

but as soon as Mike makes him understand that he was paying attention Will takes the opportunity to ask him why he didn't write to him if he cared, because Will needs reassurance that he's loved too even when he's the first to pull away because he doesn't want to impose his romantic feelings on Mike when he's with his sister still... great Angst™ and I just love their romantic af fights lol

4) when Will makes Mike smile

This very small moment is really sweet to me and we need more moments like this between them, it just shows that they enjoy the company of the other in all aspects from the serious conversations to the rants about random stuff and also when playing around and just having fun and laughing... it's just showing how they are best friends before everything else, they just want to stay side by side because they enjoy the other person completely on all aspects of their personality

3) The crazy together scene

Iconic moment of their relationship, I love when they support each other and in this moment both of them are opening up about their feelings and making a promise to go crazy together... saying that they want to face the future together no matter what others think they are, even if they seem crazy to everyone else they will ALWAYS have the other one that truly understands...

2) Mike's monologue in the shed

SO sweet and honest, the memory of their first meeting is just such an heartwarming memory and it shows the pure love they have and just how deeply Mike feels towards Will, he thinks the best choice he ever made in his life was to ask Will to be in his life because Mike loves him that much, he can't imagine his own existence without Will by his side... Mike's life got better because he met Will.

and Will is just already in love with him and you can see it in his eyes, this is true love that breaks the evil spell on him casted by the dark wizard

1) Will's van speech

I love this moment because I think Will has this deep yearning inside of him about confessing just how deep his own feelings for Mike are and he wants to tell Mike so badly and this is the closest moment to that that I can get for now lmao

plus I love how Mike FINALLY gets told by someone just how amazing of a person he is and sees that he is valuable for all of them as a person, as he is already.

I truly think Mike couldn't avoid falling in love in this moment and he's wishing deep down that Will was the one meaning all of that romantically... even if he doesn't get it and he's confused that's what his heart is making him feel

look at this... he's just falling for Will all at once without even knowing it completely, he has been hit by a truck emotionally

[iguana-eyanna]

Not Like Any Guy I Met

Paring: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x plus size! reader

Summary: You realize that a name doesn't really define a person, especially if their call sign is Hangman.

a/n: it's a bit short, but I wanted to write about him after watching Top Gun for the 3rd time lol

You never felt head over heels for a guy till you met Jake, a.k.a Hangman.

He was quite the charmer, especially with his sharp wit and blinding smile. You couldn't say no to him when he asked to take you out on a date.

"I love this song." Jake said as he leans by the jukebox at the Hard Deck. You don't pay attention to the man who was by you, only seeing his navy uniform. "Souvenir by Billy Joel... it's one of the classics." you said, not trying to pay attention to him. "You know, my dad always told me that when you meet a girl who likes Billy Joel, you should take her out on a date." You scoff, almost laughing. "Really, your dad said that?" You ask, now turning around to see Jake for the first time. He was very handsome; and those dark blonde locks and green eyes? You could almost melt, but you kept your guard up. He could see you turning the gears in your brain and he smirks. "Let's just say I'm loosely quoting my pops." You take a step closer, crossing your arms as your skepticism takes over. "Okay... Lieutenant Seresin," You said, reading his name tag. "Ask me out." Now it was his turn to be off guard, as his pickup line usually worked 1/9 of the time. But at the end of the night, he got your phone number and the two of you started texting each other the night of.

Jake crossed everything off your list: he was a gentleman, respectful, flirtatious, and not afraid to tell that you have spinach in your teeth (you hate that guys are too embarrassed to tell you).

But one day, you briefly met his friends from work as you were dropping lunch for him. They were shocked at first, saying things like "I'm surprised you haven't broken up with him yet" or "I never met anyone who's dated him for more than a couple of weeks" and the famous quote Phoenix lives by:

"They call him Hangman for a reason."

Maybe they were just fooling around with you or they didn't want to see another girl get hurt, but you knew you had to talk with Jake before your heart gets broken.

Now you were by yourself at a fancy restaurant, waiting for him to arrive back at work. He chose this place and even reserved this table, but work got the best of him so he said that he'd meet you there.

You were fiddling with a small fork on your side and look up, seeing Jake looking a bit out of breath as his clothes seemed a bit wrinkled.

"I'm sorry darlin', I only had time to shower and throw on what I could find when I was done with training. I hope you didn't wait so long and can forgive me."

"Yeah, it's not a problem." You said in a small voice as you give him a sweet peck before he sat down in front of you.

Soon, you two began to eat your appetizers. You didn't say much as you were slightly playing the food on your plate, hearing Jake go on about breaking one Maverick's record.

He was in mid-sentence when he realized that you weren't being yourself, not even stopping him from gloating.

"Is everything alright?" He asks genuinely, reaching out for your hand.

You retreat your hand away from his reach, feeling a bit insecure.

"It's nothing, trust me."

Jake shakes his head, feeling a bit heated.

"I'm not going to let this go! You seem troubled and I want to fix it." Jake said, earning some stares around you.

"You are causing a scene, J." You whispered.

"Is it someone at work that's giving you a problem? I'll come down and give them a piece of my mind-"

"It's you, okay? You're the problem!" You barked back.

The restaurant fell into silence as they heard your outbreak, so you started to tear up and excused yourself out of your table and paid your tab.

Jake was shocked at first until he got to his senses and paid his tab too in order to follow you.

On your way to your car, you can hear him calling your name as he ran after you. You tried to be quick and finally sat in the driver's side, but he was quick enough to open the passenger side and sat down, facing you.

"Go away, Jake." you said, trying so hard not to cry.

"Baby, I just want to know what's going on. Please tell me." He whispers, seeing that this isn't you.

You take a deep breathe and stare into his green eyes.

"Is it true? That your call sign is the same when you date a girl to lead her on so you can leave her hanging?"

He was about to ask you how you could say such things, but he remembers how his friends can talk. All of that cockinesses he displayed really bit him in the ass this time.

He could lie to you, saying that he's not painted as the guy everyone says he is. But he knew he had to come clean.

"I wasn't best known to have the greatest relationship streak. But all of that changed when I met you."

You sigh as you feel your eyes well up.

"Jake, I really like you. You're not like any guy I met. But I need to know if this relationship is serious to you and not a game. If so, I'm not playing it."

He pauses for a moment, trying to find his answer. But his silence made up your mind.

"Please, get out of my car. I never want to see you again" you whispered, as you imparted the last words he would ever hear from you.

He didn't want to leave, but he had to. He slowly slips his way out and stands outside.

You quickly start your car and leave the parking lot, your eyes flooding with tears. You look both ways and began driving away, seeing him where you left him in your rearview mirror.

Focusing on the not so busy road, you start to drive on the main road. Suddenly, Jake jumps in front of your car and you brake harshly seeing him.

You unbuckle and get out of your car.

"Are you INSANE? I almost hit you!"

Jake couldn’t care less as he walked up towards you.

"You're right, okay? I'm not like any guy you met. Sometimes, I think that I'm the world's greatest creation and it gets to my head. I fly planes for a living but for once in my life, I found the girl who brings me down to earth. I want to change for the better because I want you to be in my future.”

You gulp as you hear him say those things. You guys never talked about what would life be like together. He ripped out his heart and held it out for you.

"J..." you whispered, unsure if you want him back,

"You have every right to listen to my friends. I can be a dick sometimes. But let's get one thing straight... I will never hurt you. I can't even fathom it because what did I do to deserve you? So please... can you give this cocky pilot a second chance?"

You don't say a word as Jake stands there in silence in the middle of the road.

"Baby-"

"I just like keeping you on your toes, Seresin. Of course, I want you back."

You hear the relief in his breathing as he holds you by your waist while you hold his face as you two kissed.

You break apart at those green eyes you fell for, knowing that the two of you can work this out.

"But if you break my heart, prepare for a tornado."

Jake chuckles as he brings you closer to his chest.

"I wouldn't dream of it, darlin'."

[eluminium]

SKIZZ WEEK DAY 7. FINAL DAY. Well, okay I have to catch up on day 3 and day 6 BUT. STILL. DAY 7!!! this one got LONG again. I based this fic on that one scene from Skizz's episode 1 where Beef decides they're gonna spoon each other. Yeah.

As always, HUGE thanks to @skizzlemanweek for organizing this in the first place! It has been really fun to write for and the fact that it got me to write shit after like, 2 years of inactivity is insane. Huge props to them!!!

ANYWAYS! ONTO THE FINAL DAY!

Prompt 7: Free day!

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Okay. Take some deep breaths, Skizz. It's not that big of a deal. You are fine! It's just being on THE Hermitcraft server with all the hermits as a hermit. That's just your average Tuesday for the Skizz- wait.

Void, he is on HERMITCRAFT. He's a HERMIT. FOR REAL. Is this real?! Or has he been dreaming or hallucinating?! His eyes dart around, and yep, those are hermits. Quickly, he pinches his arm. He lets go just as quickly with a squeak to boot when it's confirmed that this is real. He is a Hermit.

Now, he isn't the type of person to be nervous or scared. He thinks of himself as a pretty chill guy! He's Skizzleman. What dignity does he have to lose? However, maybe the fact he's not the type of guy to freak out means that because he's freaking out right now he has NO clue how to cope. He's so cool that he forgot how to deal! Agh, why now!?

"I'm gonna make a bed for our team, so we're gonna sleep in a communal bed, cuz there's only one right now." Someone- Oh it's Clebert!- comments while a newly crafted white bed appears next to the crafting table and furnace combo. It shakes Skizz out of his thoughts and back to the present, thank void. It's also a sweet reminder that just because he's on Hermitcraft doesn't mean he's a total stranger! In his mining team (what were they called again? Musterd Milktots? What is a milktot-) he's got Clebert and Tango Top! He knows them well! Then there's Doc, and he's hung out with Doc before! Like at the OlympZITS! And last, there's Beef! Who he….uh…Okay, he's never talked to Beef before. But how hard could it be? He'll charm his way into Beef's heart soon enough.

Speaking of the man, here he comes over the hills now! "I have a bed already. I have a bed!" he announces as he jogs over to use the crafting table. The sky behind him has faded to a soft yellowish orange as the sun sets on Skizz's first official day on Hermitcraft. Good thing they managed to make these beds in time!

Cleo seems to agree as she declares: "Oh okay! Now we can split up our sharing of the beds! That's cool!" While they speak, Tango appears behind them. He doesn't even acknowledge what just happened. The blaze man starts placing dirt around their little area to prepare for the night. Skizz giggles to himself. He's always task-focused, that guy.

As night starts falling, it dawns on Skizz that they only have two beds. And there are currently four of them. Doc disappeared somewhere, but he was told Doc tends to do that. Still, even with one less Milktot, they need to share beds in pairs or have one or two of them sleep on the ground. Well, he can do both! Nothing against a little snuggling with the homies!

"So, everyone under the covers?" He asks, looking between his fellow teammates. They also seem to have realized the situation and come to the same conclusion as him.

Their faces tell Skizz of the various levels of internal conflict occurring in this dirt hut. Tango doesn't seem very excited at all with the low burning flame on his head and a frown decorating his face. Cleo also wears a frown on her lips but a glint of understanding in her eyes. Once again, Skizz doesn't know Beef well enough to read him accurately, but he seems the most accepting out of the three. That's when it dawns on him that maybe not everyone is as comfortable with cuddling the homies. And now he feels like a dumbass for instantly jumping to that option. And he's the new guy, too! Void, this is going great so far!

Okay, how can he fix this? Maybe he can volunteer to sleep on the ground. Or he could invite Tango to a bed (god he's gonna get a headache from all these jokes he shouldn't make-!) since Tango knows him best and Skizz already has experience dealing with Tango's fire. Besides, they both have old man backs. If they sleep on the ground, they'll be incapacitated for days. And there's no way Tango should be allowed to do that, not on his watch!

But as he's turning towards Tango to make the offer, Beef unexpectedly grabs his gaze instead. Huh-?

"Skizz, you're mine~. Get in here, big boy," He growls in an overly sultry tone. Completely outta nowhere! So outta nowhere Skizz can't help but giggle at it.

Now, he recognizes what a bit is and realizes that it's probably an attempt by Beef to lighten the mood. So obviously, he's gotta keep it going! That's the one rule of improv, baby!

"Big spoon or little spoon?" He responds in a comedically deadpan tone while moving towards one of the beds. Cleo and Tango laugh at his theatrics, and the mood does indeed lighten. Mission success! He and Beef also chuckle a bit before Skizz moves between the beds and puts on a more serious face.

"Okay, for real though. How are we doing this? Are there some kind of Hermit rules around snuggling with your fellow Hermits I don't know about?" He asks the other three.

"No Skizz, I don't think we have rules about that. Although I don't know how…safe and comfortable it is to cuddlebear ol' Tango over here. With all the fire stuff and possible burnificating in your sleep," Tango responds honestly. Skizz rolls his eyes.

"Come on, Top. You're not that bad, dude! We've shared many a bed during Third Life, and Last Life, and Limited Life, and Secret Life-"

"Don't act like you weren't complaining in the morning! You were like: 'Ooo Tango I'm never cuddling with you again! This is awful, bleugh!'"

"That's because I got SWEATY from your crazy body heat! Not because I was on FIRE like you seem to be thinking!!!"

"Okay guys we get it, you're very affectionate with each other and it's cute, now lets get back to the point!" Cleo calls out to stop this madness before it escelates into a slap fight. Skizz and Tango both shut up in compliance.

"I have an idea!" Beef chimes in. All of them turn their eyes to him. They stay silent but nod at him to continue.

"Cleo, you can't really feel temperature, correct?" Beef asks, turning towards said Cleo.

"Yeah, being a zombie and all," Cleo answers with a shrug.

"So if you and Tango take one bed, we'll minimize the amount of…sweating happening. And, for you Cleo, it'll be easier to keep your body warm enough not to freeze up during the night!" Beef finishes off.

Tango and Cleo both contemplate this plan. It makes a lot of logical sense to split it up that way.

Cleo turns to Skizz. "Can you promise that he doesn't light up like a flamethrower? Don't get me wrong! I do like fire, just not ON me," She asks him. Tango makes some vaguely offended noises in the background despite the fact he was the one who brought it up.

"I promise you, Clebert! Top sleeps like a dead man. There's no way he'll light up at all. And if he does, dude, just kick him off the bed. It'll be funny," He answers with a smile and a wink. Then he laughs at the increased amount of offended Tango noises. They're just the best, okay!

"Alright I guess it's you and me, Tango. We'll sleep back to back, yeah?" Cleo gestures at Tango while she starts preparing the bed closest to them. Tango sounds like he agrees, but Skizz has already tuned them out to focus on his deal with Beef.

"So, I guess I was yours, huh?" He jokes as Beef joins him by the other bed.

"I guess so!" Beef cheers back.

For a second, they just stand there. Waiting for the other to make a move. …Maybe Skizz should give Beef the bed anyway. Skizz's the new guy, after all. He can't be making moves like this.

"Hey man, if this is really not your style, I'm fine with sleeping on the ground," He offers, meeting Beef's eyes. Said eyes light up in amusement, however.

"I think everyone in this hut knows that if anyone slept on the grass they'd wake up with a ton of back pain. We're all too old for that! Unless you'd feel uncomfortable, but I'll take a guess that you're not considering…you know." Beef reassures while patting Skizz on the back. He's right on that. It doesn't really bother Skizz…Then Beef's face morphs into one of contemplation.

"I was thinking more about how we're gonna fit in this bed," He continues, gesturing to said bed.

Oh, oh yeah. Second observation of the night. The bed is kinda small for them. They're both big, burly, broad men, for crying out loud. Unless they're going to connect like puzzle pieces, there is no way both of them are fitting in this bed.

Skizz smacks his lips. "Well, big guy. Either we snuggle up real close, or one of us ends up on the ground. You in?" He says bluntly, almost like a challenge.

Beef thinks about it before exclaiming: "I'm in," while lifting up the blanket. He then crawls in towards the opposite edge of the bed and lays sideways. Skizz has never been one to think too hard before doing something, so he crawls in next, and the great shuffling begins.

It's, well, not the easiest. Each time one of them moves an inch, something gets kicked, punched, or pushed. It's a miracle that they manage to avoid kneeing each other in the jewels. But eventually, they managed to settle into a comfortable position. What a blessing!

That blessing ends up being them curling their legs around each other like two strings of DNA, pressing together like a sandwich, and Beef's head resting on top of Skizz's, while Skizz almost has his face in Beef's mantits. It's not something Skizz thought would be included in his first day on Hermitcraft, but he isn't unhappy about it. Beef seems content, breathing a sigh of relief as they finally fit together. Afterward, he lets out some soft laughter that Skizz feels more than he hears.

"Welcome to Hermitcraft, Skizzleman. This has been your initiation ritual into this madness," He jokes, his log-like arms resting around Skizz's back.

"I think I'm gonna like this gig," He responds with a laugh before wiggling a little bit. He feels Beef smile into his hair. On the other side, the shuffling sound from Tango and Cleo ceases as well. After a long negotiation, everyone is finally comfortable.

"Goodnight, everyone," Skizz says.

"Goodnight." The others respond.

As silence falls on the Musterd Milktots dirt hut, Skizz feels the most relaxed in months. Beef is already drifting off based on his breathing, and soft snores are heard from the other side. As Skizz starts succumbing to sleep, he thinks:

"Yeah. I'm gonna love it here."

[dragon-chica]

Enid Sinclair Relationship Headcanons

Fandom: Wednesday

Sweetest, wonderful, most sunshine girlfriend ever that makes every day so much better by being around her.

Enid is very affectionate, hand holding, hugs, cuddling, physical touch is her #1 love language.

Also really likes the idea of love languages and wants to know yours! Says you're compatible even if the chart doesn't agree, she also just likes trying to guess other peoples' with you.

Doesn't think she's the jealous type but someone stole her spot next to you and she growled at them.

Was happy as soon as they left! Slipping her hand into yours and talking as if nothing happened, you just smile at her, amused.

She loves making playlists for you! Has a playlist for every occasion, roadtrip, grocery trip, study date, and they all have super long names and will send you ones titled "because i miss you ❤️❤️❤️"

She will try to finds song you will like, and listen to your favorite songs and bands even if she really isn't into it.

She loves Taylor Swift and Harry Styles, will recreate TS music videos on tiktok using littlest pet shops.

Tries to get you to dance with her! She loves dancing in her room and having fun and does her best to get you to join. She likes dancing just for fun, and little tiktok dances, but also wants to dress up with you and try to 'recreate' romantic dancing scenes.

You send her Monsters and Men on a playlist "indie werewolf tunes"

She tries to be vague but it's very obvious she's bragging about you on her blog.

Skin care is very important!! She'll drag you to her room for facemasks and manicures, she can do some pretty impressive little nail designs on you too.

She comes up with the cutest dates! has a pinterest board dedicated to cute things you can do together and cute couple ideas.

Biggest heart eyes if you surprise her with a cute date even if it's simple like a picnic 🥺

So! Many! Cute! Nicknames! She wants you to like your nickname and have something special for you but she can't help but call you anything that comes to mind "sweatheart, honeybun, cutiepie, cupcake"

Personal Space is really not her thing and if you're okay with it she will be touching you all the time, in your bubble, leaning her head on you, just being casually cuddly.

Very into PDA but tells you she doesn't want to be cringy or 'too coupley' and explains to you how to go about that.

They're all very sweet and you tell her they seem pretty fitting for her instead, which she will argue with you on.

You call her even cuter things though, even if you're not really one for giving out nicknames. "Lovebug" is just too good not to call her.

She always tries to do things that interest you! Even if they're spooky or uncomfortable likes bugs...she looks so pained but fully puts in an effort to enjoy it if you do.

Uses emojis with every text, she is a fast texter and can go on nonstop when you're not together and suddenly your screen is a wall of at least 40% emoji to text ratio.

So many hearts and "🥺🥺" and every other sweet/cute one. She can convey such long things with emojis and you've become a pro at deciphering her hieroglyphs.

Shopping dates! Even if you don't buy much, choosing outfits for each other to try on is so much fun.

100% will buy a stuffed animal and call it your child, switching who's bed it sleeps on regularly is a must.

Movie nights! She actually likes watching horror movies that aren't too gorey, but is easily spooked. She falls for every jumpscare and her claws come out when she yelps.

Her instinct is to protect you though! Which means if you're scared or not, you'll be yanked into her lap for safely, and might get a little poked by her claws while she clings to you.

You will defend her from anything but when someone called her your golden retriever,,,you admit there wasn't much of an argument there and she was a tiny bit offended.

You send her pictures of cute things with "this reminded me of you ❤️" and you can hear her squeal from 2 corridors away.

She told you her fears of dying alone if she's never able to transform, that she would be alone all her life and no one would love her so you blurted out "You wont be alone, I love you and I'll be there."

Which made you worry because you never actually talked about the future even though you know you want to be right her the rest of your life.

She froze for a moment, staring at you with watery eyes and you really started to panic but she surged forward wrapping you in a werewolf strength hug and kept crying and thanking you.

She tried to be diplomatic when you met her family but when her mom is disappointed in her, and you, and she's really unsure if you were serious about physically fighting the hag woman, it was not a relaxing time.

Her dad likes you though, he sees how happy you make Enid and that's all he wants.

[jokeringcutio]

"D&D Saturday" - Stranger Things & FFNAF Crossover - Reader Insert (Implied William Afton x Reader & Eddie Crush, Implied Eddie x Steve) (1...)

AN: Reader works at Freddy's and meets interesting characters. Not sure how to tag this, can be seen as a follow-up on [this is a nice job ](Black Phone) & [ The Star Clown ] (One Piece) which doesn't feature Eddie or Steve), or can be seen as the first of a series involving Stranger Things characters in this setting.

Summary: You're working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place for William Afton and Mr. Henry, when it's a D&D Saturday. Your colleagues are discussing who they would date. The curly-haired Eddie keeps stealing glances. But then Steve enters and you have a hunch something is going on between the two.

Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's, Stranger Things. Rating: Teen? Warnings: None really. Girls discussing boys. Creepy older boss Afton. Possible EddiexSteve. Possible Reader x Eddie/Steve attraction. Modern-day life/Contemporary setting. Lucy is sweet and Erica is up for some. Not betaread. [ Support x ]

Dungeons and Dragons. An entire Saturday filled with sweaty teenagers and adults alike, playing imaginary heroes in the grand hall that usually hosted kids' parties. Events like this took place every once in a while. It was a way for Mr. Henry and Mr. Afton to gain a little extra money and show they played an important role in society.

You darted through the crowded hall of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place, the fabric of your uniform clinging to your skin like a second shadow. It was hot in here, and stuffy. Your arms balanced a tray laden with vibrant bowls, each brimming with sugary concoctions meant for the hungry adventurers at the tables. The cacophony of arcade games and children's laughter was punctuated by the occasional clatter of dice on tabletops.

A group of mostly teenagers caught your eye. You’d seen them here before, they usually played with the arcade machines down the hall. Approaching the table where Will, Mike, Dustin, Lucas's little spitfire of a sister Erica, Gareth, and Jeff were huddled, you caught fragments of another realm spilling from Eddie Munson's lips. He was their Dungeon Master, a weaver of worlds, his hands orchestrating the rise and fall of empires with a mere flick of his wrist.

"Behold, the cavernous abyss opens before you," Eddie's voice rumbled, deep and gravelly, commanding the room's attention despite the surrounding chaos. "A pit of despair where only the valiant dare tread."

Intrigue snared you, halting your hurried steps as you lingered at the edge of their table. You stood there, rooted, while Eddie painted scenes of dark fantasy with his words. His long, curly hair framed his face, the dim light catching in those wild locks as if he possessed an inner fire that threatened to consume the very air.

He was hot all right. Mesmerizing. Beautiful.

"Will you cower? Or will you leap into the maw of madness?" he challenged, eyes dancing with a ferocious glee that seemed to mock the very notion of fear.

The players leaned in, ensnared by his narrative. And so were you. All other sounds faded to a distant hum, drowned out by the beating of your heart and Eddie's hypnotic cadence. No wonder his group was one of the biggest. He had a way with words, telling tales like a true artist.

"Darkness claws at your back, whispering secrets of power and ruin," he described everything so vividly that you could see shadows slipping along the walls, transforming the restaurant into a menacing forest. You wanted to hear more, to know how this story would end. But you were supposed to be working and knew your boss was always watching and listening in.

“Do you like what you see?” Eddie’s voice wrapped around you, and you realized with a start that his dark eyes had turned to you.

Wait. Was he talking to you now?

"Want to join us?" He asked, his voice dripping with flirtation and edged with a charisma that was hard to resist. Eddie's invitation sliced through the din of clattering dishes and muffled conversations, directed solely at you.

The world around you seemed to pause, every eye at the table briefly flickering towards you.

“I… I,” you stammered.

“There’s room in the party for one more,” Eddie's dark eyes burned upon you, a mischievous smile curving his lips. His question was bold, his eyes raking down your body, obviously taking in the fact that you wore a uniform and were on duty – and then bluntly ignoring this.

“The devil knows they need every help they can get,” he added with a dramatic roll of his eyes while he gestured at the group around the table, earning him shouts of ‘oi’ and ‘hey, not fair dude’ from the others.

Blushing under the intensity of Eddie's stare, you stammered. "I…I can't. I am working,” you gestured rather helplessly at your uniform. He must have seen it. Why did he still ask you to join?

"Oh man,” the shout came from the boy wearing the cap indoors, covering his dark curls. Dustin, wasn’t it? “ Eddie's going all heartbreaker on the waitress!"

Oh, So that was why. Was Eddie flirting with you? Did he do that more often?

Laughter erupted from the table, your cue to escape. You seized the opportunity to back away, to retreat into the safety of routine and responsibility. Yet, Eddie's smile lingered in your mind, the glint in his dark eyes, the mischievous curl of his lips. Would you have joined if you hadn’t been on duty?

With measured steps, you navigated through the maze of tables. The bar loomed ahead. Just a few more steps and you’d have a place to hide behind. Erica and Lucy, your colleagues, huddled there, eyes sparkling with secrets and sin.

"Check out the back," Erica said the moment you got to their side, a wicked edge to her voice. “Lucy can’t stop talking about the big bloke with the blond hair over there.”

"Golden boy's got charm," Lucy murmured.

Erica agreed, nodding toward the far end where a blond guy leaned into the game, unaware he was being watched, weighed, and measured. Their laughter spilled over, sharp and sweet like shattered candy.

Lucy's gaze flicked to Eddie, then back to you. "And what about curls? Dark and dangerous has its perks."

"Metalhead's got mystery," Erica conceded, her grin all teeth and trouble.

Your eyes followed theirs over to where Eddie sat and you felt your cheeks flush.

Had they seen you talking to Eddie?

Erica’s grin told you they had.

"Who needs golden boys when shadows beckon?" she teased you. Oh, they knew. They knew.

“Shut up,” you said, carelessly waving a hand to brush it off.

“But he’s got a fine figure, girl,” Erica said, wiggling her eyebrows. “No need to feel ashamed to admit it. Of all of the guys around here, there are only a few that would do. And he’s definitely one of the better ones.”

"Shadows can hide monsters," Lucy said, but her eyes showed a glint of giddiness. She wasn’t warning you to stay away, that was for sure.

"Or treasures," Erica countered, though her eyes never left the figures at play.

"Treasures," you echoed, “this whole Dungeons and Dragons game is starting to affect your minds.” You dropped the empty tray in the trolley and came to stand with them behind the bar.

“So what if?” Erica asked, challenging you while she rested her elbow on the bar and wiggled her eyebrows.

“You’re going to play along with them?” You asked, curiously.

“Na-ah, I’d never be caught at one of them tables,” Erica replied a little too brusquely. “I’m not a nerd.”

“Would you?” Lucy’s soft voice caught your attention, but there was no judgment in it. Such a sweetheart she was. You turned to see her leaning on the bar, both arms in front of her, her chin resting on her hands. Her eyes firmly upon the room to keep track of anyone who might need her.

“I’m not sure,” you answered truthfully.

Erica snorted, but before she could say something teasing, the door swung open and the three of you fell silent. A young man came in, hesitating as he looked around, and then smiled as he noticed the three of you behind the bar. He instantly headed your way.

He was well-built, you noticed, in his early twenties probably. Brown eyes sparkled with kindness as he approached. But the hair. Gosh, that brown hair!

Your gaze clung to him, the way his shadow stretched across the scuffed floor, how the light caught the edges of his brown hair, accentuating the fullness and fluffiness of it.

"Look who's here," the only girl at Eddie’s table called out a little too loud, making it obvious that it was meant to be heard by your new guest. "Steve!" she called out, her voice a melody laced with mischief. "You rolling dice with us tonight?"

“You're early,” the boy you knew to be Dustin hollered.

“Game hasn’t ended yet,” one of his friends – Gareth? – shouted.

“Sure hasn’t,” Eddie piped in, a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Can wait another minute, big boy?”

Your lips parted, but no words came. There was a spark between the two young men and all you could do was watch, heart thudding against your ribs. There was definitely something going on between those two.

Your friends would be so disappointed to learn they wouldn't stand a chance.

“Sure,” Steve – you now knew – waved at the group and then turned to continue his way to the bar. He ambled over, his smile warm and inviting.

“You’re not going to play?” Erica asked the moment he arrived, and he chuckled, then shook his head.

"Nah, the only thing I am playing is chauffeur today." His eyes twinkled while he placed his right hand atop the bar. “I’m driving some of the kids.”

Kids, you thought. Most of them were around fifteen or sixteen years old and he still called them kids. It was cute in a way.

“Are you a big brother or something?” Erica asked, still doing all the talking. But Steve shook his head once again.

“More of a babysitter. Well, used to be,” he said with a frown when he seemed to realize how silly that sounded with the kids being teenagers and all. “But it just… stuck, you know.”

He pointed at the fridge behind the bar. “Can I have one crystal green one, please?” He started to take out his wallet.

“One crystal green coming at ya,” Lucy replied, rushing over to the fridge and beating a clearly agitated Erica to it. Erica’s expression soured even more when Lucy put the drink on the counter and took the time to help Steve as he paid with one swift wipe of his card.

“So have you ever played?” Erica asked, clearly trying to get Steve’s attention again and ignoring how Lucy was working on Steve’s order.

“D and D?” Steve asked, surprised, like a deer caught in the headlight – as if no one had ever asked him that question before. He put his hands inside the pockets of his coat, awkwardly shuffling on his feet. “Naah, I am more of a er…”

“Hey Mom, can you get us a Coke and a soda while you're at it,” Dustin shouted across the hall and Steve flinched.

“More of a mom?” Erica asked while grinning cheekily.

Steve flushed, clearly not at ease, while Lucy piped up from behind Erica’s back. “Ah, a mom. Isn’t that lovely,” not a question but a statement. She didn’t seem to notice how shy Steve turned at her comment, his cheeks flushing red and his lips parting in a stammer.

“Shall I get you a Coke and a soda then?” Lucy professionally asked, turning her big doe-eyes on Steve who was still looking all flustered.

“Yes,” he said, nodding. You noticed how he was still fumbling with his pockets.

“I never eh,” Steve looked over his shoulder, his eyes directed at the group and you followed his gaze. Eddie looked up. Dustin smirked and held up two thumbs. Steve let out a loud groan at this.

“I never played this game before, if you wish to know. I’ve no idea how it works. Driving those kids around is heroically enough for me,” he joked.

Erica cocked her head, grin undimmed. "Our knight in shining armor."

"Someone's gotta keep these streets safe," Steve said with a mock salute, the gesture a dance between boyish charm and the weight of something more – something you had no idea about. As if he was older than his age, had seen more horror than he should have.

"Safe from nerds or Demogorgons?" Erica chimed in, her laughter a silver bell in the dim room. You’d heard a lot of talk about Demogorgons as they featured in today’s one-shot as the bad guys. Apparently, Erica had been paying attention too - despite claiming she would never play the game.

"Both are equally terrifying," Steve shot back, the corner of his mouth lifting.

“I bet,” Erica said, handing him the Coke and soda. She stood behind the register, cashing Steve’s payment with a flirty smile. Steve remained polite, you noticed. Still smiling that kind smile, but not reacting to Erica’s flirty comments as he paid.

Definitely not into Erica, you made the mental note.

You leaned against the counter, the hum of conversation and clinking glasses a backdrop to your silent observations. Steve's laughter, a rich melody, floated across the room. Yet, his gaze… Those brown eyes betrayed him. They flicked. Once. Twice. Thrice.

His eyes were drawn like magnets to where Eddie sat.

And Eddie returned the glances with a wicked little smile every single time.

Something's there, you thought. Not just camaraderie. More. A lingering look too potent to be platonic. The glances and smiles only confirmed your suspicions.

Steve drained his drink before gently placing the empty bottle on the bar. He stood, broad-shouldered silhouette moving with a purposeful gait. Toward Eddie. His stride was a silent confession, each step an unspoken word.

"Erica," you said, turning to Erica and Lucy, "I think you might have to try someone else.” They both looked at you skeptically. “Steve might be into guys." The words fell like stones in still water.

Erica's laughter pierced the air, sharp and sudden. "Gay? Steve 'The Hair' Harrington? The boy who has been dating all the girls while in high school?" She snorted, shaking her head, curls bouncing. "That's rich."

"Watch," you said, nodding toward where Steve approached Eddie's table, a gravitational pull in every motion. The way their eyes met, the sparkle you saw between them, the way Eddie smirked and Steve smiled, leaned over him. A silent whisper passed between their lips, each mindful of the audience they had.

“Oh wow,” Lucy said almost breathlessly, obviously seeing what you saw.

"Nonsense," Erica huffed, not ready to see what the two of you saw, though her tone wavered.

"So, who are we gonna date? I call dibs on Steve," Erica declared as she leaned over the bar and cocked a brow, completely ignoring the obvious. Her fingers drummed on the countertop, a rhythm to her racing heart.

Lucy leaned back, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the distant figure at the rear of the room. "I’ll take Blondie back there," she said, a smirk played on her lips, confident, challenging.

"Lucy, you don't even know his name," Erica teased, her laughter dancing in the air.

A shrug. "I don't know his name... yet." Lucy's words dripped with promise, a huntress eyeing her prey.

They turned to you, twin sets of eyes bright with curiosity. "And you? Who would be your pick?" Erica asked, her voice lilting with mischief.

“I bet you’d go for the curly-haired one,” Lucy murmured, batting her lashes at you. “He’s dreamy in a sort of Goth-Punk kind of way.”

You were certain those weren’t the right terms to address the man, but still, you couldn’t help how your eyes wandered and found him. Eddie. His gaze locked onto yours, a spark igniting in the darkness. That smile, lopsided, dangerous.

You quickly turned your gaze away but were certain the others had seen you looking.

“I knew it,” Lucy said with a victorious smile.

"Ladies," a voice like gravel rumbled behind you.

You spun, heart leaping into your throat to find your boss standing right behind the three of you. Because... of course. The worst scenario you could think of just had to become real.

William Afton loomed behind you, his presence casting a shadow that felt too cold. The aviator glasses perched on his nose magnified his predatory gaze.

"Perhaps you should focus on serving rather than fantasizing about dating our customers," he drawled, his tone edged with something unspoken, something dark.

You nodded, mutely, the warning clear. Get back to work. Don’t talk about our guests like that.

"Of course, Mr. Afton," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk was knowing, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Good girl," he said, the words a caress and a brand all at once.

Had the others heard that? But when you looked at them, they were already rushing into the hall, busying themselves in fear of being reprimanded by Mr. Afton again. And when you turned to your boss, he was no longer there but had returned to his office, his door ajar. Listening, lurking.

You quickly busied yourself behind the bar and suppressed a shiver.

Surely you had imagined his words?

Yep, that was totally it.

Your eyes drifted back to Eddie at the table, Steve by his side, half bent over him, their breaths mingling. And then Eddie’s dark eyes shot up to meet yours.

He grinned.