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restingdomface · 4 years ago

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Modern au where Wei Wuxian has a sweet little white rabbit who’s always super excited when he gets back from classes and puts his wittle paws up on WWX’s knee and wriggles his nose to scold him for being away so long and he sleeps in WWX’s arms every night and loves his human with all his heart- but. He’s a lonely lil snowball of a fluffer and WWX feels bad that he has to be alone all day while he’s in class, so he takes his baby down to the pet store, to see if they could find an animal (doesn’t have to be a bunny, they don’t always get along anyways) that can become a good little companion for his fussy grooming bun bun, and finds!!! Lan Wangji! A classmate who’s in a similar track to WWX and always looks so perfect and pristine and composed and WWX once caught him holding a baby (a lil cousin) and charming it to pieces with his stoic beauty and tummy tickles, and WWX is NOT in love with him, he just thinks the man could wreck him both physically and emotionally and WWX would thank him- anyways. Off track here.

LWJ!!! Turns out to be there. For the exact same reason as him. He’s got a hyperactive little bitch of a fluffer on a leash (Snowball doesn’t usually stay on his leash, since he refuses to let WWX out of his sight if he’s around, but WWX is starting to realize that this situation is sort of ‘dog in the water’ akin, and his baby boy should really be on a leash too, so he gets one while theyre there) and looking for a good companion for Inkblot, who likes to eat chili peppers, and sleeps on LWJ’s head, whether LWJ wants him up there or not. WWX is charmed by this angery lil thumper and joins LWJ in his search so they could both find a companion to take home.

The only issue is. Snowball and Inkblot. Seem to have decided. Their perfect companion. Is each other. Shit. Shit. Shit. We can’t just take home each other’s pets. Fuck. But now they’re refusing any and all other pets. Inkblot, who had previously been cowering from a teacup poodle (WWX doesn’t blame him, the puppy gave a bark and he got a frighten and WWX might have hidden behind LWJ’s back a little because the animals are Okay™️ if they don’t jump or bite or bark and he’s even given Jiang Cheng’s old lab a pet or two when he’s seen him but a few times he’s heard a bark from the big dog and suddenly he’s halfway up a tree and that one time the oversized bear of a neighbor’s dog was off his leash and the owner SAID he was just trying to get WWX to love him but WWX was crying and Jiang Yanli had to take a day off work and bring him to her house and WWX didn’t even freak out at that stupid peacock seeing him cry for once cause Jon Zixuan had been shockingly nice to his traumatized brother-in-law, plying him with cookies and spiked tea until WWX was finally calm. No no. WWX doesn’t blame the bunny for running from the poodle. Those things can turn so fast) is now all but refusing to even look at the kittens he’d previously been sniffing at, making pleased little nose wriggles and chewing sounds while Snowball grooms that mess that we call fur into a sort of almost normal looking bunny.

Anyways. So. Shit. We can’t just. Maybe we can... share custody? No no, Snowball would throw a fit (biting included) if he had to be separated from WWX for a full night, and Inkblot would probably get mad and make the biggest mess he could.

So. It starts off with play dates. See. This doesn’t really solve the issue of them being alone while the boys are in class, but play dates are a good way to start, instead of just throwing your fur baby into a new environment without any warning. So, WWX will bring little master Snowball over to Lan Wangji’s swanky apartment (listen, WWX has a whole room for his cranky baby’s toys and items but LWJ seems to have dedicated a pretty epic portion of his massive apartment to an appropriate rabbit run for his spoiled child, and Snowball seems a little jealous lol) and will watch their boys interact. It mostly involves grooming and playing and that one super awkward time when the boys decided they were grown up enough for Adult Fun Times and ruined both LWJ and WWX’s delicate sensibilities (catch me in the back rootin for 25+ year old virgins WangXian cause fuck that whole ‘no modern WangXian is gonna be virgins’ bullshit scenario okay even modern people can wait for sex wow) and then, when they’re sure the boys can handle being around each other for hours without fights, and also after LWJ has set up like five nanny cams to the apartment that’ll stream straight to their phones so they can watch their babies during the day, they start leaving their kiddos alone so they can go to class with a peace of mind knowing their boys aren’t lonely.

Which helps. A lot. Until one day. They’re sitting in the same class. Getting ready for class to start (I see a lot of Music Students WangXian, but what if they’re both medical area students? I want scientist WWX who works with dead bodies and pediatric doctor LWJ who loves babies, even the ones with sticky fingers) and WWX is just cooing at his phone. ‘Such a good boy you are, eating those greens, awww, you’re good for Diedie, huh sweetheart, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, look at them, arent they adorable? Look at his puffy fur. Do you think Snowball will ever realize his fur isn’t gonna lay flat?’ ‘I once got his fur to lay flat. While it was wet. It only lasted a moment.’ And they’re cooing over how cute their boys are.

And the students. Around them. Are all ‘oh shit you two are together and have bunnies?????’ So. That started the rumor that they’re all but married. Maybe even are married.

And it takes them. Months. Of people asking about their boys. Of people talking about them like they’re old friends or whatever. Of Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng starting rumors that they’ve been together for years and just didn’t wanna advertize. For them to realize. That people think they’re together.

Well. They realize. About two days late. Because they don’t realize till the lease on WWX’s apartment is up and LWJ offers for WWX to move in with him and he’s all moved in and settled and their boys are delighted to be together all the time (it’s still gonna be a few months before the boys convince their humans to sleep in the same bed so they can all cuddle all night long cause safer in packs, but for now, they’ve made their humans fall asleep together on the couch a few times) and. They mention. How annoying it is to move apartments. And someone mentions how rewarding it is to finally live with your BF tho. And that’s when it hits them.

Anyways. This is the story of how Snowball and Inkblot went down to the petshop to get their humans a companion.

#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #bunnies #can yall tell im terrified of dogs too

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kaleidoscopek9 · 4 years ago

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ALRIGHT-

I've had this list of headcannons just sitting in my notes app of my phone and I wanna put it somewhere so 👀

(These are heavily inspired by what I could gather from the skele boys in @bonelyheartsclub! I just threw in a few of my own.)

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Sans

- Does a LOT of stargazing and has quite a few space-themed knicknacks and clothes in his room. He's got a telescope too!

- Dad jokes. Any time is prime dad joke time. He's never let an opportunity slip past him.

- He's an absolute prank master. You're considered lucky if you happen to avoid the ones he's planted around the house like bombs waiting to go off.

- He's cryptic as fuck. Always giving half-true answers to every question. Occasionally he may slip up and give you a brutally honest response, but that's only with the people he trusts most, and he finds being open to be very difficult.

- He's constantly referencing memes and vine quotes from days of yore. He practically has a database of every meme ever in his head, and he doesnt let it go to waste.

- Cuddling with him is basically a one way ticket to nap-town, and you constantly find yourself waking up to him smooshed against you on the couch after dozing off. For being a skeleton, he is a surprisingly comfortable snuggler.

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Papyrus

-So much baking and cooking. It's his favorite past time, and the kitchen never smells the same when he's done making whatever he's making in there (it's 12 times out of 10 pasta) And while his cooking may be sub-par, you never say no when he asks you to try his latest dish.

- He's always up to go shopping with you. It never matters where. Malls are his favorite, especially the big grand ones with fountains and huge windows. He makes it a point to bring spare cash because you KNOW he's going to ride the mini marry-go-round even if he can barely fit in the seats.

- You two love to binge watch cooking channels. Always discussing which foods would be the most fun to make, writing down recipies, and having a hell of a time trying to pause the show at the right points to get all the information down.

- Papyrus is notorious for game nights. He's always pulling out boards and cards that you've never heard of before and never starts a game until he's absolutely certain you know the rules. Winning of course, is always his prime goal when it comes to games, but if he senses you're on a particularly rough losing streak, he MAY slip up. Occasionally. Just enough so you can win a game or two. Or five.

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Blue

- Hyper as all hell. You give him a reasonable dose of sugar or caffeine and he could power an entire city for a few hours without breaking a sweat.

- If he had been in high school, Blue would have been a theater kid. He's always humming a tune from a Broadway show or Disney movie, and he's got a pretty good collection of songs on his brother's Spotify playlist.

- This guy will blast Steven Universe music at full volume he has no shame.

- If you are ever driving somewhere with him, an aux cord is a MUST. Singing in the car is a very frequent thing with you two, and you'll only get out after the song is over.

- He likes cryptids! Mothman is his favorite and he firmly believes he exists somewhere.

- He's your workout buddy. If he manages to drag you to the gym with him, that is.

- Blue hates seeing you down in the dumps, and is always trying to cheer you up with his quirky puns and jokes to get you smiling again.

- He'd be the best motivational poster ever. Whenever he picks up that you're going through a rough spot and falling behind on self-care, he knows just what to say to put the spark back in you again.

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Stretch

- Radiates goblin energy.

- A goddamn meme lord.

- He's made two or three widely known viral videos and nobody knows it was him.

- You need someone to go to an anime convention with? Stretch is your guy. He's god awful at planning stuff out, but he'll make sure you both have a good time, no matter what happens.

- He's really big into nerd culture, and he DMs for a dungeons and dragons game every week.

- He'll occasionally smoke, but he doesnt have lungs, so he does it more for shits and giggles than anything else.

- As lazy as he seems, he is very reliable. If he knows it's something important to you, he'll get it done. Chores though, he's a lot more iffy with.

- He really likes bees.

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Red

- Talks big talk, but he's actually a huge softie.

- He's basically a big pillow with sharp teeth that can curse.

- A nervous wreck.

- His brother shops at Hot Topic. He shops at Spencer's. Very convenient.

- He's a pretty big flirt and throws out little compliments and things to butter you up from time to time.

- If you take Red into a Dave and Busters he will win the most expensive prize at the booth in about 2 hours. (He knows how to cheat at every single game)

- He's a competitive gamer, and has a pretty impressive following on Twitch.

- He can go from loud and brash to quiet and insecure in a matter of moments, depending on the situation.

- He loves to bake, although it's something he will never be caught dead doing.

- Comfort is not his strong suit, but he will defend you without a second thought.

- He can be a little clingy and will text you now and again to ask what you're up to, just to ease his mind.

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Boss

- Professionalism is his game.

- The walking embodiment of Hot Topic.

- He loves to listen to rock and screamo music. He's also got a thing for Disney villain songs.

- You need some punk biker or vampiric goth fashion advice? Boss got ya.

- Skellator Man.

- Out of all the skeletons, Boss has the biggest ego.

- He hates admitting he's wrong. He would rather DIE than admit he's fucked up something.

- "I am not nice-"

- He could kill a man with his high heels.

- If it's got spikes he'll probably wear it.

- Tsundere. Tsundere. Tsundere. Tsundere. Tsu

- Did I mention he's a cold blooded tsundere.

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Nox

- Small angery man.

- He listens to a lot of classic and instrumental music. He finds it very sophisticated.

- Wakes up obscenely early in the morning. Always followed by a cup of the most bitter coffee on the planet.

- Comes up with the best insults. He could roast someone so hard that they'd dissolve into a pile of soot. He could glare at you and you'd cease to exist. He's that good.

- WILL step on you without remorse.

- Threatens to kill someone on a daily basis.

- Very rarely has spare time for himself. He's always keeping busy doing something.

- Loves dark, dry humor. A child falling off a swing will have him laughing for a good five minutes.

- Has a stone cold poker face.

- He might have a softer side to him. You may never know because of the walls he's built up around him.

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Rus

- He absolutely adores animals. He volunteers at the local animal shelter and plans on adopting every single dog there.

- Rus has a massive sweet tooth. Donuts are his favorite, and you can easily bribe him with anything sugar coated.

- A road trip master. You put him in a camper and he knows exactly where he's going and what he's doing.

- "Going off grid, fuck yeah- I pull out my credit cards and shred 'em."

- Hiking, camping and geocaching are some of his favorite things to do. He loves to explore the wilderness and it's like he has a built-in compass for finding his way.

- His ideal date is going to a Wal-Mart and causing absolute chaos by riding bikes around and tossing all of the inflatable balls from their displays.

- Cryptidcore energy.

- Rus loves watching Buzzfeed Unsolved and ghost huntings. He's a big fan of Supernatural and Stranger Things, too.

- Stutters and slurs his words a lot. He's got some speech impediments from the gold canines in his mouth.

- A bit lacking when it comes to social skills, but he can be extremely caring and sweet.

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Ash

- Very soft-spoken and awkward. He doesn't get much social interaction and is still figuring some things out.

- He's very self-aware of the wound in his head. Whenever he has to leave the house he wears some sort of hat to cover it up.

- Practically lives in his garden. He understands plants more than he does human beings, and he spends time daily tending to whatever he's growing.

- Him and his brother are both vegetarians, and the smell or sight of meat makes them both feel sick to themselves.

- Has trouble sleeping due to his reoccurring nightmares. He will often sit in his garden late at night to help calm himself.

- Radiates soft energy. He would absolutely give the best hugs out of all the skeletons.

- Very touch-starved. Physical affection is something he rarely recieves, and he probably lingers with touches a lot longer than he should.

- Unintentionally makes God-teir jokes without realizing it.

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Poplar

- Very well-educated in a lot of things. He really likes stocking up on useless factoids and making up his own just to mess with people.

- He answers Jeopardy questions with concerning accuracy.

- He enjoys going out to eat, and he's always up to try fancy foods.

- He likes photography and reading. He is well into the Harry Potter series.

- Poplar is prepared for anything at any time. A lot of stuff doesnt phase him at all, and it's difficult to catch him off-guard.

- He's willing to try anything new, once.

- Always willing to help out with schoolwork if he thinks you're seriously struggling with it.

- He's always carrying around small planners and notebooks to write in so he can keep track of things.

#long post #headcannons #hc #bhc #bhc headcannons #bonely hearts club #like i said #most of these are from the game #i just have a very specific image of these guys in my head and i wanted to put it down somewhere

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years ago

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Yandere Warlock!Monoma x insecure witch!reader

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, suggestive themes, hinted dubcon scenario, light violence

A/N: THIS WAS RUSHED AS HECK. Like when I say that, the story just moves along really fast and I’m hhhh sorry about it. This is the first thing I’ve ever written for Monoma though! Fun stuff! Also ahhhh I’m not loving the way the reader reacts to how Monoma treats her. I’m so used to writing the reader with a hint of ANGERY BASTARD inside but I figured that if she’s insecure, and wack enough to fix a love potion for someone, this might be natural for someone like her?? Idk dood. I love magic and I am a newt.

“Tell me you love me…”

You’d spent so much of your time yearning for Neito Monoma, wondering if he’d ever give you the time of day. It was wild and unexpected of you to crush so hard for someone as arrogant as that warlock; usually types that constantly had to one up everybody irked the living hell out of you, especially since you were too modest by nature, too nervous to ever give yourself any credit when you’d excel, but Monoma paid you a few compliments here and there. He smiled at you during passing periods and even told you he liked the way you cast your spells. You thought that maybe he was this way with all the other witches, even so, he made you feel less obscure, visible to even a stronger caster such as him. You had no idea that he’d reciprocate your feelings, at least, until it was too late.

It was a simple potion, you couldn’t even call it a love potion. Sure, you may have added some reagents that had similar properties one would put in a love potion, but it wasn’t supposed to be for “love.” You just wanted to be more recognized by him. And woof, after you’d slipped that potion into his morning pumpkin juice, you were for sure recognized.

Things started out fine. You had stumbled upon Monoma in the school gardens, a place he rarely studied but it was one of your main haunts. He was sifting through flowers, making an eclectic bouquet full of different varieties of your flora friends. When he’d caught you staring at him, he gave you a bashful smile that nearly melted your heart.

“I was hoping this would be a surprise,” he said, tying a black ribbon around the bouquet that made the various colors of each petal pop out more. He held the bouquet out to to you and when you took it, his long warm fingers lingered of yours. Clear blue eyes scanned your face, lingering on your lips before you brought the bouquet to your nose to take in the sweetened aroma. “The prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.”

After that, you spent so much more time with Monoma. He seemed pretty normal to you other than how often you caught him staring at you from across the classroom. He’d leave you cute little notes, if you could call them notes; honestly, they were a bit more like sonnets than anything, and he’d bring you nice gifts and pay you sweet compliments. He made you feel special. You had never known that someone who spent most of his time boasting about his power and shutting everyone else down had such a way with words! He was nearly the perfect boyfriend.

Until he started to get a little more creative with his gift giving. You’d find roses left on your pillow when you returned back to your dorm room after a hard day’s work. Warlocks weren’t permitted to enter the witch’s dorms but somehow Monoma figured out a way past certain enchantments. You thought it was cute that he was willing to break some rules for you. After you told him that you were interested in brewing a certain master level potion that required fairies blood, a super rare rageant that not even Aizawa, your potion’s professor, could get his hands on, Monoma came to you with a box full of four vials of fairies blood. That was a bit excessive. The potion only called for a tiny bit.

Monoma grew more violent towards other warlocks in your life as well. He’d hexed your best friend, Hanta Sero, giving him octopus arms after Sero carelessly threw his arm around your shoulders in the main hall, right in front of Monoma and sometime after Kaminari asked you what you saw in your new, probably too invested boyfriend, Kami’s lips were seen sewn shut for about four hours until a professor figured out how to reverse the curse. Kaminari never told you how it happened, but after everyone who was supposed to be your friend started avoiding you, you kinda figured you knew what was going on.

On top of everything else, he was advancing on your hardcore. You enjoyed the attention, in fact, you craved it, but you weren’t ready to go all the way with him and he was beginning to get really pushy. When you didn’t do whatever he wanted, he’d get frustrated, accusatory, he’d make you feel guilty about things you never did! Claiming that you weren’t faithful to him seemed like his favorite thing to do and the only way to get him to stop was for him to use a strange truth spell on you, one that you were always afraid would work so you’d tell him about the potion you slipped him, though the questions he asked never lead to that. Once he was satisfied with your answers, he’d litter your neck and body in hickeys, little bruising love marks to make sure that if you weren’t committed enough, everyone else knew that you belonged to him.

So you knew you had to confront him.

Walking up the steps of the astronomy tower, your shared secret spot with Monoma, the place you’d use to make out amongst other things without being caught by any school faculty, you gripped the note you’d written out for Monoma tightly in your trembling hands, trying to steady your breath. You knew what you’d done and you had to admit to Monoma that you were responsible for how he was acting. Aizawa always said that you shouldn’t mess around with love when it came to magic. You didn’t think you were when you’d made that potion, but deep down, you knew what you were going for. This was your stupid mistake and you had to right your wrongs. You shoved the note in your pocket and opened the astronomy room door.

Monoma was already there, standing by the extravagant telescope, tapping his foot impatiently. “You’re late,” he said, hands latching onto your hips immediately. “I was beginning to think that I was going to have to fetch you.”

Instantly, he yanked you close so your body pressed flush up against his, and he turned so your back was against the wall. His body felt… warmer than usual.

“I missed you,” he murmured, nuzzling into your neck. Almost instantly his tongue slid out and he licked a strip up your neck to your ear, making you shudder against him. “Don’t make me wait for you again, angel. I can’t stand not seeing you.”

He squeezed your hips before trailing a hand up to the edge of your shirt, thumb gently caressing the skin underneath. “How are you?” He asked, playfulling toying with the elasticity of your skirt.

“Um- I’m okay,” you stammered, catching his hand in yours that only made him smirk as he brought the back of your wrist to his lips.

“Just okay?” He lifted a brow, brushing his lips across your skin. “Better now that I’m here?” He closed his eyes and breathed you in. “Oh!...” you took in another long whiff. “You got a new perfume…”

He brought your arms to hang around his neck, keeping your gaze locked into his. You wondered if he could tell just how guilty you were just by looking at you. “Did my sweet girl have a bad day?”

“I’ve just been… a little stressed, is all.”

“Mmmm, I can tell,” he mused, “lucky for you, I know the perfect way of relieving tension.”

You bit your lip, dreading the blood that undoubtedly rushed to your face. Even if Monoma wasn’t all there, he still made your heart jump, especially when he got himself riled up.

“Sound nice?” He smirked, leaning closer back to your face. “I’ll be gentle. You know I only want to take care of you, right?”

“Neito,” you began, turning your head away from his cool, mint scented breath. “N-not right now…”

He scoffed. It was too easy to aggravate him and pissing him off was a dangerous game to play. He never… forced you to do anything you didn’t want to, but he was not above throwing fits. “Then why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you? Honestly Y/N, you’ve been acting strange for weeks, and if you don’t want me to show you just how much I love you, then you might as well come out and tell me who you’ve been fucking already.”

“Neito!” You shot him an incredulous look. “I haven’t been sleeping with anybody! You know I’m a-!”

“Who is it? You can tell me,” he cut over you, not bothering to hear you out. “You know I’ll always forgive you, but I want to know what filth has been tarnishing what’s mine.”

“Nobody, Neito! I’ve never had sex!”

“Was it Todoroki? I saw him talking to you after your Charms class.”

“He was lending me notes! I missed classes because I was with you!” Jesus, you hadn’t even seen Monoma after you had charms, he was like some kind of obsessive ninja.

“It better not have been that trash, Katsuki Bakugou! He’s been eyeing you since the moment he saw that you were with me. I bet he can’t stand seeing me have something that he doesn’t!”

“You’re not listening to me!” You cried, moving your hands from his back to gently cup his face. You watched as his eyes went from feral and angry to soft and loving as you drew your thumbs across his lips, trying to ease him back to his senses. “Neito, nobody’s been talking to me… even if they were, I’d let them know there’s only one guy for me. I… really liked you, Neito. I liked you enough that I did something very wrong and it has hurt you and for that, I’m sorry. ”

“Hurt me?” He didn’t understand.

“I spiked your drink with a love potion. I thought it would just make you notice me, but now everything is wrong!”

The pregnant pause between you and Monoma was nearly deafening. He lifted his hand to neatly place over yours, his body hot. His eyes searched yours, seeming to register what you were saying. But his eyes lied.

“Liked?” His hands tightened over yours. “As in past tense?”

“That’s not the point and not really what I meant-!”

“Oh, darling, don’t be cute with me right now. I’m thinking!”

You only realized how hard you were shaking when he pulled away from you to let you breathe. Monoma ran his fingers through his hair, messing up its usually neat style. He let out an exaggerated sigh and began to pace. You brought the note out of your pocket. If he couldn’t understand your words, maybe it’d make more sense to him if he’d read them?

You reached out for his shoulders, he tensed at your tender touch for a moment before relaxing against you. You hugged him from behind, burying your face into his back and held the note out in front of him. “Please read it,” you asked, muffled by his blazer.

Gingerly, he took the note out of your hand. He read it over; it basically said all that you had done, when you did it, and why you did it. You noticed his back growing damp and you only realize that you were crying when he turned to face you, with an unreadable expression.

Monoma’s thumb found your cheek and he wiped away an escapee tear you hadn’t intended to let him see. He sighed and watched your lips part, a natural, possible submissive instinct you’d picked up since you started dating the warlock. “I love you, Y/N,” he muttered, trailing his warm, now shaking fingers down to your chin. “I love you so much, it hurts.”

“I-I know.” You forced yourself to speak even though your skin was nearly vibrating from anxiety. “And-“ you gulped “-It’s all my fault. But I’m going to fix this, Neito. You won’t have to hurt… anymore.”

Monoma’s hand found your neck, his touch tentative and gentle at first until his fingers wrapped around you and he started to squeeze.

“You know?” He demanded, his face inching closer towards yours. “If you know how much pain I’m going through, then why the hell are you trying to push me away? Why don’t you ever say you love me back? Why is my angel lying to me?!”

“I’m not,” you squeaked back, pulling on his arm but that only encouraged him to back you up against the wall again.

“I’m going to make you tell me who’s making you say these things to me and then I’m going to have you watch as I strap them to a chair and set them on fire!”

“N-no, Neito,” you choked out as he began to raise you against the wall. The corner of your eyes started to blacken as you stared into the raging blue irises of the crazed blonde.

“I’ve done so much for you, Y/N, and I’ve asked so little in return!” He scoffed at the pathetic, reddened face you were making. You didn’t think you could hold on much longer. “Tell me who it is, Y/N. Tell me who it is or I swear I’ll kill every last warlock, hell, every last caster in this whole goddamn school!”

“Aizawa!” You cried out, noting the shifting black figure across the tower windows.

Monoma blinked, registering who you had named. He was silent for a moment, not noticing the older warlock muttering an incantation behind him.

“Filthy slut,” Monoma finally seethed. “You like older men, then? I bet he gets a kick out of that, taking advantage of something so pure-“ he dropped you to the floor “-so fragile.”

Tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t manage to look at him and didn’t dare look at Aizawa while he was preparing a spell without Monoma noticing.

“I bet you call him daddy before he makes you choke on his cock, huh?” Monoma grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Once I rid the world of him, I’ll make you do everything you've done to him to me. I’ll be your daddy then, and you’ll be my dirty. little. princess.” He laughed dryly, yanking your head closer to his crotch. “But why wait until then when I have my pretty angel on her knees all ready for me?”

“That won’t be happening.” Aizawa’s low voice sounded across the room. Before Monoma could even turn, Aizawa muttered something in Latin and your boyfriend’s arms were magically bound together and he fell to his knees beside you.

You grabbed Monoma before he could topple over onto the floor, hugging him tightly, whispering ‘I’m sorry’s’ over and over again. Monoma looked at you incredulously before thrashing around in your embrace as Aizawa approached the two of you.

“Obsessive and violent behavior, attempted assault on a student,” Aizawa sighed. “This is exactly why you don’t screw around with love magic, little witch.”

You wiped at your wet face, looking up to your teacher. “You knew?”

“Of course I did.”

“Then why,” you sniffed, looking apologetically bac to Monoma leering next to you, “why didn’t you do something sooner?”

“We have to from our mistakes by facing the consequences,” he said as if your situation were so simple. A potion vial appeared in his hand. “Now it's time to take care of your mistake. Step back.”

You looked to Monoma who had his lip curled up at your teacher. His eyes flicked to you. “Don’t you dare.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered before scooching away from the writhing warlock.

“Stay away from me!” Monoma snarled at Aizawa as he got a bit closer.

“You need to drink this,” Aizawa said to him, “it’s going to cure you of your ailments.”

“Lying pig!” Monoma all but screeched at your teacher. It burned you to see him this way. This was all your fault, all your fault. “You just want her for yourself!”

Monoma’s eyes once again found yours as he pleaded, “angel don’t do this to me. You love me right? I love you… tell me you love me baby, just this once— KEEP YOUR HOBO HANDS OFF OF ME!”

Monoma kicked his legs up, nearly knocking the vial out of Aizawa’s hands. Your teacher sighed, “at this rate, it might be better to just knock him out.”

“I dare you to try,” the blonde growled.

“Neito, please,” you silently begged, “this is only going to help you.”

Monoma answered you with feral noises, he was practical foaming at the mouth, being over dramatic and kicking himself away from his threat, even while Aizawa backed off and waited for your go ahead.

“If you do this for me-“ you inhaled, heart beating rapidly against your chest “-I’ll do anything and everything you want.” Though, you were sure that after this, Monoma would want nothing to do with you. “I promise you, Neito, anything.”

Monoma scowled at you. “You promise?” He asked. “Anything?”

Another tear fell to your cheek. You nodded.

He finally let up. He stopped his squirming and Aizawa could finally get close to him. Monoma didn’t fail to warn Aizawa that he was going to “be the end of him,” before Aizawa popped the vial into his mouth, and Monoma drained it dry, all while keeping his glare on you.

Minutes passed. You stayed on the floor, allowing silent tears to roll off your face while Aizawa stood cross armed, watching the motionless Monoma intently. Finally, Monoma groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“How are you feeling?” Inquired Aizawa.

“I…” Monoma winced. “My head feels like it’s splitting in half…”

“That’s to be expected.”

Guilt hung on your shoulders. Still, you managed to reach out to Monoma’s legs. His eyes opened, he looked right at you, then down to the floor, crossing his legs closer in to himself.

“You should probably go,” Aizawa said to you.

You never wanted this. You never wanted Monoma to be hurt, never wanted him to be obsessive or possessive, never wanted to feel how did you now. You just wanted him to recognize you so you did something vile to him and now you had to live with your guilt and your shame. Now you had to live with Monoma hating you. And you carried your guilt all the way home, using it to cry yourself to sleep.

You didn’t go to school the next day. You would have to face your problems sooner or later but after the night you had, you couldn’t face Monoma or Aizawa or anybody else who would without a doubt know about the heinous act you pulled.

You went into town, trying your hardest to forget about who you were, but whenever you saw a couple holding hands or simply exchanging glances, your heart stung. You managed to split Monoma’s head in half while you simultaneously ripped your heart to shreds. It was what you deserved.

Your legs felt heavy as you crawled into bed. You hardly had enough energy to kick your sheets over your body. You thought you just about drained yourself of all of your tears, but when your head hit the pillow, they came rushing back to you. You could only hide for so long. You were going to have to go to school tomorrow.

Sleep crept its way into your bedroom all the while another force snuck its way in. You were busy having a dream of being forced into a cauldron, when a heavy weight was pushed onto your torso. Your eyes snapped open and you found yourself face to face with Neito Monoma.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, a sickly sweet smile crawling across his face. “You were so still, so… perfect… Did you know you talk when you sleep?”

“Monom-!” Before you could get his full name out, Monoma’s lips locked into yours. He moaned as he kissed you, fingers wrapping around your wrists and bringing them up above your head. He took your breath away, but it wasn’t all that uninvited. You had missed him.

He pulled away, sighing as he took in your flustered physique. His body pressed down harder on you and you were finding your breathing to be a bit strained. He was crushing you.

“I waited for you today,” he mused, peppering kisses down your collarbone. “It seems I’m always waiting for you…”

“What… are you doing here?”

“I’m hurt you even have to ask,” he chuckled sarcastically. “Don’t you remember the promise you made me before making me drink that poison?”

You promised him you’d do anything he wanted. “But the potion was supposed to change you back…”

“It didn’t work,” he said thoughtlessly while his hand slid down to palm you breast.

“W-wait!” You grasped his hand but his merely pushed your arm back down, pulling his knees up to hold your sides tightly.

He glowered down at you. “What I mean to say is, the first potion you slipped me didn’t work.” He smirked. “Do you think that I’m so much of a fool that I couldn’t tell that a drink of mine had been spiked? I was insulted at first, of course, but your actions did give me incentive to pursue you. I’ve always had these feelings for my little angel, and soon, you will too.”

In one swift motion, Monoma held both of your hands back with one of his, while the other pressed glass against your lips. Cold liquid was forced down your throat. Panicking, you swallowed, making Monoma grin and coo, “good girl.”

You coughed when he pulled the vial away from you. He hushed you and kissed your forehead. “Things will be better this way,” he whispered as your body began to shake. “You’ll see me just as I see you. We just have to wait a few minutes.”

Your head spun and it felt like your body was sinking into your bed. Your mind was clouding over and there was nothing you could do about Monoma’s wet, hot, hungry kisses across your body. But in a matter of minutes, just like he said, it wasn’t of any negative concern. Your head, along with your heart, was changing.

“Neito,” you sighed his name and leaned up against your bed.

Monoma placed a tender kiss on your stomach before looking up at you with the most dazzling and brilliant blue eyes. You lifted your hand out to him and he wove his fingers through yours.

“Is my angel ready to make good on her promise?” He asked. You nodded and he grinned, crawling up your bed to level his head with yours. “Then let’s start with one simple request,” he said before brushing his lips against yours.

“Tell me you love me.”

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dinosaurtsukki · 5 years ago

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haikyuu!! characters as their zodiac signs (pt. 5)

whooo last part! if there are specific characters you guys want a zodiac sign analysis of my inbox is open!

kuroo - scorpio

tsukki's #1 reason for needing to have feelings are these scorpios right here

while yamaguchi is soft baby boy scorpio kuroo is basically daddy scorpio

if you constantly wonder why seeing him makes your mouth water its because of his intense energy

he is SUPER persuasive. very few people would say no to him

calm, cool, and collected most of the time but get’s ticked off by people who know how to get under his skin

but this guy will hold grudges for years to the point that he vividly remembers how people wronged him

can probably read people like the palm of his hand

the kinds of people he's attracted to are the ones who are super direct and honest

also ones that kind of give him a challenge? if u know what i mean ;)

no one is clingier than he is. will literally whine and crawl into people's laps for attention

he doesn’t look like he cries a lot but he cries on the inside while ‘liability’ by lorde is playing

someone tell him to stop wearing black because it’s Too Much

in conclusion: i think at this point its pretty clear that i ship with tsukishima for legal reasons

kenma - libra

ohhh boy another libra

just thinking about libras makes me tired

but i find that in terms of personality he's pretty similar with tsukishima which is why i think they'd also be really great friends

kenma likes having things to fixate on and his mind is very active which is why he loves playing games so much

he prefers it when things have a formula or a pattern for him to follow so it would be easier for him to make decisions

he prefers not to rock the boat and let things be

at the same time he's a very sharp thinker and like our other libras, whatever he says he truly believes in

and since he's very logical and observant, others would believe in what he says

he's motivational in his own way

the kind of person who thinks off good comebacks after an argument is over

blows on game cartridges even though he knows he’s Not Supposed To

although he's more introverted, he's very talkative around people he likes

in conclusion: tsukishima and kenma have a groupchat where they roast tf out of kuroo

yakulev - (leo × scorpio)

angeri boi duo

both of them bicker constantly and since they have very strong personalities the bickering jus never ends

except for when either lev accidentally compliments yaku or when yaku gets lowkey attracted by how intense lev looks

lev is super fucking clingy and yaku will be a complete tsundere about how much he likes the attention

both of them are hella blunt and honest so no need to beat around the bush

yaku is hella competitive and will pick fights for the sake of picking fights

at the same time he's extremely tenacious and will stop at nothing to win

he's also very self-conscious of how others see him except for his height since lev mentions it constantly that at this point yaku doesnt give a fuck about it anymore

lev on the other hand is also very competitive but its more of the 'i wanna score a shit ton of points all by myself'

like he doesn't compete against a person directly but he likes achieving a lot of things on his own

unlike yaku, he could care less about what people think of him

both of them are pillow huggers and neither of them like to talk about That One Time they ended up cuddling each other in their sleep during a training camp

but kuroo has pictures of it on his phone

in conclusion: tbh fire and water sign couples are really intense and i want more yakulev hc's

bokuto - virgo

okay so my theory is that his moon sign or rising is sagittarius so his virgo-ness isn't as apparent

but some of those virgo traits do shine through

for example his moodines when he's not able to get his spikes through are because he's very conscious of how he performs

he loves being recognized for his achievements

at the same time he's either really proud of himself or questioning it

• thanks to some fire or water sign placements he's not an eMOtIonAlLy rEpReSsed virgo

he's very stubborn but also very clear-headed when it comes to his goals

because of that he's such a hard worker but he never forgets to have fun with it

its very hard for him to let go of things, whether they're promises or grudges

he tends to focus more on the positive things though

he has such a great memory and he'll bring up the smallest, most minor details which would surprise everyone but also make them feel touched

he loves going all out during his friends' birthdays

everyone wants to he his friend because they want a birthday surprise from bokuto

like yachi, he also has a lot of highlighters but that’s because he always borrows one but forgets to give it back so it kinda accumulated

he loves DIY-ing things but he’s not very good at them but still Very Proud

has made friendship bracelets for all of his teammates

in conclusion: validate him pls (akaashi)

akaashi - sagittarius

he's a v e r y t i r e d sagittarius

most of his energy is spent taking care of bokuto and being the Best Setter He Can Be

he doesn't hate it though because seeing bokuto happy about his spikes is one more point for their team

he doesn't really express but he's super competitive but in a very sneaky way

this boy is secretly very chaotic. like his braincell count goes down to one when he's alone

the kind of person who thinks pouring an energy drink into 6 shots of espresso is a good idea

its like groupthink but opposite because the bad decisions just come from him

once in a blue moon he'd agree with his friends' impulsive decisions for the sake of making memories

he really, really loves traveling, especially going to historical sites

takes the best selfies without even trying

pretty much good at everything. at one point kuroo said that akaashi couldn’t possibly be good at singing on top of everything else and akaashi straight up mariah carey-ed him

only has one highlighter and it barely works

probably the scariest person next to takeda-sensei when he gets angry

once snapped a pencil in two with his bare hand

in conclusion: idk keep him away from pencils ??

haikyuu!! characters as their zodiac signs series: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! characters as their zodiac signs pt. 5 #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #yaku morisuke #haiba lev #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #scorpio!kuroo #libra!kenma #leo!yaku #scorpio!lev #virgo!bokuto #sagitarrius!akaashi

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sutimetravelau · 5 years ago

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We've gone from this

To this

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Okay I have some things to say but first off: FUCK I FORGOT THE EYESHADOW

Ok ok so gkahfokafias ET being an edgy shit in the first one so they CAN co-exist... He's just psyching himself up in the 1st and in the 2nd... Bitch sad :( also now I'm angery I didn't add spikes or the buttons I'm gonna do that because that top picture is still my fave image of ET.

Okok I'm gonna try and edit the photo to have eye shadow now because HOW DID I FORGET THAT!?

#et #submission

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sstardusty · 4 years ago

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i—

some girl just asked me about what happened to my legs and i, sounding completely annoyed, explained that i went for a ball and fell on the concrete.

i tried to make it as simple of an explanation so i wouldn’t have to explain more stuff and i’m like 90% sure that it was very obvious that i didn’t want to talk about it anymore but she couldn’t just leave it at that so she was like

“oh yikes what were even playing?” and i’m gonna tell you now, she was a total giggly bitch and i wanted to grab her by her stupid ass high ponytail and throw her across the room, but i didn’t because i’m a decent human being.

i told her i was playing volleyball and she was like “cool, ya know i actually play volleyball”

and i thought 1 she could just seeeem like a giggly bitch, but she’s actually cool and i’d have another volleybuddy or 2 great she’s gonna start lecturing me about what i could’ve done better and how i should’ve avoided the injury in all.

^thoes we just the vibes she was giving off idk

i was hopeful that it was the first option so i was like “that’s awesome, yeah i was diving for the ball and i got my legs all scraped up”

i thought that she’d somehow understand because literally anyone who plays volleyball knows that diving without padding on hardwood hurts like a bitch, and you’d have to be a total idiot to actually want to play on concrete.

i kid you not, this bitch mumbled under her breath,

“someone’s not very good..”

and at this point i am pissed off beyond belief and i’m just like

“what did you just say?”

and she just kinda brushed it off and she was like,

“i mean if you were a better player you probably wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

okay now keep in mind that i have been playing on and off since i was 6 YEARS OLD—

and i was just like “who the fuck do you think you are?”

and she was acting all offended like, “all i’m saying is that if you knew how to pass a ball right, that” and she pointed to my legs with the most patronizing look, “wouldn’t have happened”

and i’m starting to think to myself ‘she literally has no clue what she’s talking about? she either just started playing or she knows someone who plays or something, but she definitely doesn’t know shit.’

i took a deep breath so i didn’t start SCREAMING AT THIS IGNORANT ASSHOLE and i just asked

“how long have you been playing?? hmm?”

and she PROUDLY SAID, “half a year, but i’m already really good. i’m not on a team yet but i’m joining this season.”

okay it’s totally okay to play volleyball and not be on a team, hell you could just play for fun whenever you have free time and not even know much about playing on court. that still makes you a volleyball player. you are a person. who plays. volleyball. but if you don’t know much, do not go try to tell someone what they’re doing wrong unless they actually know less than you. you’ll seem like an absolute idiot and it’s just not something you do.

also— TRYOUTS WERE LIKE FOREVER AGO, SO UNLESS SHES PLANNING ON TRYING OUT FOR VARSITY, SHE LITERALLY CANT JOIN A TEAM THIS SEASON.

and i started getting the kind of angery where you can’t even be mad mad anymore you just have to laugh because it’s just so hilariously infuriating and i just looked at her and smiled and shook my head,

“what makes you think that you’re so much better than i am? huh?”

AND SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO GO,

“uh i don’t know about you but i can spike a ball that’s been set at minus tempo”

AND SHE WAS SO COCKY ABOUT IT AND I THOUGHT THAT SHIT WAS PEAK COMEDY—

i was thinking that one of my friends might have set this up just to get a reaction outta me because they’ve pulled some pretty elaborate stupid pranks on me before so something like that definitely wouldn’t be out of their wheelhouse.

and as i’m genuinely laughing she just looks at me all annoyed and she was like “ugh what are you even laughing about!”

and i just kinda stopped laughing and i was completely in awe of the pure confusion coming from her. like she genuinely didn’t get why i was laughing so i just looked her dead in the eyes and went,

“that’s not a fucking thing. there isn’t such a thing as “minus tempo” or whatever. until you figure out what the hell you’re talking about, you have absolutely no room to tell me how i should play. at. all.”

and i walked away from her.

#HOLY SHIT THAT GOT ME SO FUCKING FIRED UP #THIS LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE MAX 30 MINUTES AGO #SORRY FOR RANTING BUT I DONT ACTUALLY WANT TO RANT TO SOMEONE IK IRL ABOUT THIS BECAUSE AS MUCH AS I DISLIKE THE GIRL IM NOT GONNA #HUMILIATE HER #ANNNNYYYWAAAAYYYSSSS #tw. swearing #tw. argument #????#I H A T E THIS KINDA PERSON #LIKE WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING

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spacegaywritings · 5 years ago

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The Wonders of Sleep - You are a Nightmare (4/5)

Summary: Remus is in another chaotic frenzy and refuses to calm down, so Virgil has to step in and convince the Dark Creativity that sleep can be fun too. At least Thomas well get to rest with this.

Tags: Remus things! Talks about murder, death, violence, inflicting pain etc on others/self (your basic favourites in intrusive thoughts), weapons, brutality, Remus, virgil, dukexiety, the duke of nonsense and bullshit, caps, angery remus, moth man/ rat man mentions, sexual innuendo, food, (eating) worms, plants, weird living conditions, disgusting room description, absolute chaos, caring about thomas, mutual care, fluff, domestic fluff, swearwords, lotsa cursing, dismissive nicknames, self harm (mention)

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A gargantuan mace hit the ground, sending splitting stones and other pieces of damaged ground flying through the heart of the imagination.

“KILL HIM, I SAY!”

Dark Creativity screeched into the air. He ripped the mace out of the ground with great effort and immediately struck the ground with a loud war scream.

His deafening screams and yells filled the vast emptiness of the mindscape. Other than that, the slightly more silent noise of Remus consistently breaking and devastating the rocks and mountains of the desert he was in.

“Thomas just needs to get a simple baseball bat and SMASH HIS SKULL IN!”

Remus repeated his motion of shattering the bleeding ground as he hurled his mace out and behind his back for the maximum amount of swinging power science would give him.

“No more PAY! No more BILLS!”

He worked the mace down into the ground, his whole body following the movement. His upper body went down with the large weapon and stopped just shy of the unsteady ground, splitting it.

A growl could be heard. It erupted from the depths of the ground could as the dark floor slowly drove itself away from one another in two halves.

The Duke’s rage had halved the currently imagined world.

He freed his mace and brought it back to his chest. One of his hands brushed over the end of it, the one without stabby spikes! Still a pretty side, to Remus.

A little light bubble, dark pink, grew at said end with a bit of distance to the stick-part itself.

Remus shook the mace, letting the spikes give way to nothing but a long, black stick. Once the hurty spikes were gone, he YEETED the consistently expanding bubble in front of him and repeated.

“KILL HIM!”

The bubble manifested itself in the air, sticking to the invisible laws of the Duke’s whimsy. Slowly, a picture started to fade onto the dark background. Thomas could be seen, holding a bat. It was just as Remus had predicted.

The scene became crystal clear and with a simple snip of his fingers, Thomas moved as if trapped in the gifset of a violent mind. He bashed into his head, again, again, again and again as Remus chanted in moral support.

“GO! YES! GO! AGAIN! MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE-”

“Remus.”

The Imagination shifted at once, the bubbling magma morphing into a small river while the dark ground, the stones and rocks and destruction turned into a field of grass.

While the air remained heavy, the bubble popped and Remus’ stick became nothing but an elegant twig.

“Why are you up so late?”

Creativity growled in response and shook his body like a wet dog. His flouncy outfit floated as if in timelapse.

“Why are you up so late? Stop asking me silly questions. I am creating.”

Virgil hopped over the small river and turned to look directly at the raging side.

“You look as if you are pouting”, he stated calmly, much like Logan would, “what got ya stinki mood up, poopy boy?”

Remus glared back at the smaller side and cleared his throat. He bowed to pick up his twig.

“My mace.”

That was definitely a pout. Remus’ lips were pursed into a pout, even his words seemed to pout despite his sentence being so short of them.

The mustache seemed to stretch his face into a long, sad face. Maybe he was actually manipulating his appearance, maybe the facial hair really put an extra emphasis after all.

“You are the Duke of Creativity. If you want it back, you do that. Now, how about we give this financial discussion a break and fucking chill for a minute.”

Remus threw the twig away and shook his head, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Yeah, you would like that. How about Thomathy here gets it on with a hot dude and I will shut up?”

Virgil rolled his eyes.

“We could eat that cockroach Thomathy squished this morning! I will get it from the trash!”

The Duke started running for time before the other could even react. Anxiety kicked in, shifting the imagination in a way, they found themselves in Remus’ messy bedroom.

A huge vine came out of the closet and ended mid-room before the bed.. or whatever one wanted to call the mess of clothing. There was a glowing blue trail of splatter on the floor. Weapons and.. hair??? were cluttered all over the floor.

Virgil could hear a distant slapping of meat.

The floorboards seemed rather loose and rattled.

“My room! ROOM ROOM ROOM!”

Remus drew Virgil close.

“Emo! Look at my plant! It is really cute! It will love you!”

Virgil clung to the ever-changing mess of ideas and shook his head.

“I want to sleep, Remus. Shut up and go to sleep with me. You can wreck havoc and reek tomorrow but Thomas needs to sleep or else he will be shit in the morning.”

The man in question bounced.

“If I make Thomathy beat up himself, he will look like shit for sure!!!”

The emo rolled his eyes and nudged Remus towards the bed. He had not even expected the room to look as bad. Maybe he should have taken this to the living-room or literally any space that had a comfortable ground to lay on. He was a metaphysical being who could not really perceive pain after all - the choice to sleep was really just allowing Thomas to deal with things more calmly, at least in the case of Anxiety. Also, only given that Virgil did not deliberately clock out in order to spare Thomas any effect from his side.

“Nah, that is work. Work sucks. We wanna sleep forever and eat weird shit, right?”

Remus grumbled.

At heart, he sort of agreed. Right now, he was driven to do things, to be active and creative or destroy and simply do as much as he could because he had that energy.

“Nap time, Dukey.”

Virgil tugged him towards the bed.

“Oh, Virgil ~ I did not know you were into this kind of thing ~”

The addressed side blushed but shook his head.

“In your dreams, fucker.”

He stepped closer to the unmoving wall of Creativity. Confidently, he let their chests collide, sending Remus backwards.

The wavering Duke gasped in surprise and squeaked insolently.

“EmO!”, he screeches with a voice that got scratchier and scratchier by the minute. His arms flailed into any direction until he drew them in front of his chest to cross them.

“How can you be cunning and cunt-y?”

Virgil could hear his brain yell a conditioned “language!” response at him. He literally heard Patton scold Remus in his brain. Judging from the sour look on the other’s face, the anxious trait assumed he could hear it too.

“Now you know how tiring it can be to hear something in you, that you can’t stop? Pretty fucking shitty, huh? Move, babysitting you is tiring.”

The reveal of a long, pink tongue was the response but Remus kicked off his boots and patted his clothings until they dissolved into some sort of magical glitter dust. It silently trickled down onto the floor and was blown into all directions of the room.

This place really had a mind of its own. Not that Virgil really minded this.

“Good Remus”, Virgil praised softly as he joined the other on the bed. They laid down together and Virgil kicked a bundle of weapons and books off the bed, “oops. My bad. I thought it was your pet raccoon.”

Remus giggled.

“No! That is you!”

Virgil shook his head, grinning into his oversized mess of a self-ruined jacket. The Duke looked at him in his own naked glory and patted the space next to him. To join him on the fun, he eyed the stack of his dirty single socks collection and gave it a strong kick.

“PARTY!”

“Nooo, nap time. We wanted to be nice to Thomas and fuck shit up tomorrow.”

Creativity blinked at Virgil. A rare occasion. The blinking and directly looking at someone. He usually just stared into something nobody but him could see. It was chilling and so deeply terrifying, Thomas would feel it in his bones when anyone but Logan or the (former) Others interacted with him.

“You will join me?”

Virgil threw his head back as he slowly snuggled up to Remus, filling the spot he had previously patted. A groan escaped his lips and he let his head roll against Remus’ shoulder.

Instead of answering, he clapped his hands together, summoning a little bowl he thrusted into Remus’ hands.

The bowl was full of little gummy worms which looked surprisingly disgusting with how slimy and wet they appeared to be. They had a certain shine to them and the colour was so unnaturally neon orange, they were glowing in the dim lighting of the Duke’s room.

“Have a cursed snack and get your creative energy into a fucked up sex dream instead of making Thomas uncomfortable. He’s got some shit to do tomorrow.”

Silence took over the room.

Virgil caused some rustling sounds as he curled up next to Remus. The room was surprisingly un-stinky compared to what he had expected.

Loud chewing sounds interrupted the momentary silence.

It was good while it lasted but Virgil was willing to trade his own discomfort for the sake of Thomas’ well-being. He needed his sleep with another tough schedule coming up.

“Virgil?”

He hummed in response.

“Are you anxious because of the new projects they planned?”

The former dark side curled further into himself, shaking his head stubbornly.

Chewing sounds continued for a bit until Remus took a small break and suddenly snapped his head back and emptied the whole bowl into his mouth. Without even moving his jaw to chew, he swallowed his big ball of cursed sweets and made a lewd lip-smacking sound.

Virgil opened his mouth to comment on how disgusting the other was but he interrupted him.

“Come cuddle. It is okay to be scared. I will eat your mean anxiety.”

He shook his head. The Duke turned to pull Virgil into a hug. The anxious side chuckled.

“This is not how I work.”

“Yeah, but it is how I work.”

“Whatever, Remus. Shut up if you wanna cuddle, you rat man.”

It was Remus’ turn to chuckle.

“You just wish I was moth man!”

Virgil shook his head, smirking into Remus’ neck. He finally allowed himself to close his eyes and hold onto the other.

It was silent.

For real.

Within minutes, Remus was asleep and Virgil was ever so silently snoring, nobody could hear it.

#ts remus #remus sanders #fanfiction #fanfic #fanficion #fanfic fluff #ts fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides virgil #virgil sanders #joey writes #domestic fluff #Fluffy Fic #fluff

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postingjustwhatever · 5 years ago

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My Little Pony Rant

So I just want to rant about that leaked series final for a bit, because I am aNgERy. I used to be really into Mlp, I was super cringy about it too, I haven’t really kept up with the past few episodes and such because the show has been kind of terrible lately. It’s just not fun anymore. I honestly wouldn’t have cared too much about how it ended if it wasn’t for that epilogue. So spoilers under the cut.

I haven’t actually watched the episodes yet, but I have seen clips of them. Why did they have to do that flash forward in time!?!?! I never wanted to see the mane 6 get old. It’s like the most depressing thing. When I was younger I used to have an existential crisis all the time about how me and every one I know is just growing old and one day we’re all gonna die.There’s nothing I can do to escape the eventuality of death. I’ve kind of become numb to it all but seeing all the characters I’ve watched for years grow old like that made me feel depressed. I don’t want to think about stuff like that when I watch a show about cute ponies. Not only are the mane 6 growing old but so are all the background ponies I love. Literally all of them are old now!! And Derpy my favorite, I don’t want to think about her dying. Why couldn’t they have just gave the show an end where they are still young and it’s implied they still have many adventures together after the credits roll.

And Twilight, why is she as tall as Celestia now?!?! I thought she wasn’t going to outlive her friends, but now she is?!?!! WHY?!!?! WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!

Not even Luna and Cadence are as tall as Celestia, so WHY DOES SHE LOOK LIKE THIS NOW?!?!?!

Does that mean Cadence is going to grow taller and stop aging too?!!?! Is she going to outlive Shining Armor??? Twilight is going to outlive everyone she knows now. Her parents, her brother, her friends!!! This is the worst possible ending!! This is just Depressing!!!

AND WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH SPIKE!! That design is hideous. That does not look like a dragon. That looks like a buff human in a dragon costume!! DISGUSTING.

WHY did they turn a literal CHILD to STONE!! I don’t care how terrible she was, she’s still a CHILD. A child with no parents! They could have redeemed her or something. I thought Discord said you are aware of everything when you are turned to stone, and wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy or something. This poor kid. What happened to nobody being beyond redemption, what happened to this show being called FRIENDSHIP is MAGIC. NO, let’s just turn a freaking CHILD to stone!! AAAAAHHHHGGGGGG!!!!

Why do they all look so...old. Even if it is years later they shouldn’t look as old as this. If Pinkie has a child that is about the age the CMC were during the show (I can’t believe she had a kid with Weird Al and that kid has the same color scheme as Fluttershy) and that pink pony with orange hair is Starlight and Sunburst’s daughter I assume. And she is about as old as Twilight was in the beginning of the show then they should all look about as old as their parents did in the show.

None of these have eye bags as prominent as the mane six do now. Look at Twilight’s parent. They’re actually grandparents and look how young they look. Rarity’s hair is graying!!! What the heck!! Also, Granny Smith is FRICKIN DEAD!!! AJ is wearing her scarf!!! AAAAHHHH! And why is Pinkie the only one who has a kid. If they’re going to give one of the mane 6 a kid they might as well of gave some of the other ones a kid of two, They all look too old to have kids now though.

And I guess Fluttershy is still with Discord, but like, she’s gonna grow old and he’s not, so I’m not sure how all that’s gonna turn out.

So yeah,I hate this and it’s super depressing.

#mlp #mlp fim #my little pony friendship is magic #Twilight Sparkle #pinkie pie #rairity #applejack #rainbow dash #fluttershy #rage #rant #angry #series final #spoilers #im sad

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artnerd1123 · 7 years ago

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I think that Lucy's feral form would look terrifying. She'd be bigger, have a lot of ice spikes on her, and she'd gain like 5 rows of teeth. She'd probably start walking on four legs too, but I'm kinda on the fence about whether she'd just gain back feet, or her feet would still be little spikes. I dunno, but I love the concept of feral forms, it's giving me so many ideas. >:3c

HehhehehheheThey are rather fun to play around with, eh? Figured u might like em, as they seem right up ur alley XD

Also Lucy could join the scary angery cat club with roo—

#SCARY ANGRY CAT CLUB #hfijfigjf #also #dang boi she sounds terrifying and rlly...... cool #ba dum tsh #I think I’ve made that pun before but shush fjndignkfng #arty asks #afw #familiars #feral form #afw oc #lucy

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darby-drabbles · 7 years ago

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Yesterday on twitter I asked for questions from this post,,, specifically for Andre just because, I wanted to talk about him? Feel free to ask me Even More!!! For Andre or other ocs from his story or anyone, I don’t mind. I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve done oc talk so it was good to get back into it. A few questions asked by both @duck-n-clover and @agentchimendez Thank you so much!

4. Has your character ever witnessed experienced something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

(“witnessed” seemed different from “experience” and I just couldn’t think of a witness thing for some reason so I CHanged it to have an actual answer.. IT Is more serious tho now so.. LETs see.)

In general,, he always felt second best compared to his sister and that shaped SO MUCH of what he’s done. Whether it was trying so hard to succeed, overworking and feeling horrible when he failed,, or when he started his intense Rebellious Phase in protest. Sibling favoritism shaped him to crave attention no matter how he got it. And YEAh, people know. He definitely talks about/complains/has breakdowns about not feeling good enough or his family often enough so all his friends know that that’s why he’s Like This sometimes. It only really comes up with his family in the form of snappy angery comments so they get kind of brushed off as Andre being moody AGaiN.

“Adopting” the droid changes him, for the better! (eventually..) He’s reluctant to care for her at first,, he’s a bit, impatient and short-tempered with her? and kinda in general, actually. And since he doess end up messing her up/can’t fix the glitches she had, he feels guilty and like a bit of a failure again. But he also eventually gets more patient, starts to open up more, and meets/becomes closer to people because of her! He’s happier.. Delilah is a very good droid daughter whom he loves and owes a lot to. He might not specifically talk about it too often,, but,,, I think people can tell he’s doing better now because of her.

To get even more serious now, sorry, TW for sexual abuse. I’ve talked about it before so I’m not gonna get too into it, (just the next paragraph, the rest are his reactions to it) you could read more of the details here. (the last question) Skip or read as much as you feel comfortable with, I don’t talk abt anything else until the next question.

He met an older man through his sister and saw him at the bar once. The guy started talking to Andre because he was familiar~ (he also knew Andre snuck in and wasn’t 21 yet and probably had drugs on him 🙃 He holds that against him later.) They go back to this guys place, blow each other. It was an okay little fling at first,, Andre wouldn’t have found the guy memorable. They lay in bed a while until Andre says he wants to go home,,, guy says he still wants to fuck or at least get another bj. Andre refuses but he pins him down and basically did a whole guilt trippy “who are people gonna believe?? you’re a druggy delinquent sneaking into bars to get blowjobs” speech. This guy definitely has a Good Guy image with a lot of people INCluding Andre’s sister Zahra, so Andre figured he was right. They’d believe this guy first, and wouldn’t be on Andre’s side because he’s Always Like This. Acting out and sleeping around and not being in the best situations. “This is all you’re good for.” 🙃 And Andre ‘low self-esteem’ *last name* UH. Totally believes that and feels pretty worthless, unfortunately, and blows him so he can just go home. He was pretty rough with him, which Andre normally likes, so he felt pretty, weird, about that for a while. Andd so he gets it over with and just, tries to go home. The man still teases him a bit trying to get him to stay but he’s very much over this guy and is ready to sleep and shower already.

~~ It makes him angry and defensive for a while and his drug use spikes, he feels used and worthless and gets Even More Self Destructive and a bit destructive in general. He says it wasn’t a big deal, it didn’t affect him he’s fine,, because he wants to avoid it, but it clearly obviously affects him for a while. He’s mad that it happened to him. He does eventually get help for that which in turn helps with stopping the drug use for coping and, that’s goood. He still sometimes insists it wasn’t a big deal it could’ve been worse, but he’ll get upset over it too.

He wouldn’t tell a lot of people, Evelyn and Kriss would know. Avery and Nicki might.. But Evelyn was the only one who knew him at the time, she was one of his few friends, and they’re really close. He goes to her really upset about it soon after it happened. He doesn’t explicitly tell her what happened but it’s sort of implied and she understands. He does tell her later, after the whole thing has calmed down and the memory and trauma isn’t as fresh,, she was a good friend through it and he wanted her to know what was wrong.

He’d tell his more serious partners which would really only be Kriss? (plus maybe some mix n match in that ship/au Perhaps) It happened before dating Nicki, but I don’t think* he would’ve told her just because he still hadn’t really dealt with those emotions himself yet? And their relationship was pretty quick and intense already. Like they’re friends again now but I don’t think they get tooo deep into emotional stuff often anymore. I think he’d want to explain and apologize for some of his actions including the drug use, so he’d find a way to tip toe around the topic a bit?? But probably wouldn’t tell her details. Avery is another of his closer friends and I feel like they vent to each other sometimes, it’s possible that he told them something about it.

*I mentioned in the other post that Nicki might know,, but I’m leaning more to her not knowing now, so, updated info I Guess.

His sister knows he slept with the man but Andre wanted to drop that conversation REal Quick.

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Whats! In! His! Bag!

There’s the obvious, phone wallet and keys,, spare change. Maybe a pack of gum or a peppermint or someth. A band aid, jic. He’ll bring earbuds if he knows he’ll be alooone and get to listen to music. (I couldn’t find it by itself but the very first vine in this video Is Andre walking down the street. .. Bouncin’ around..) Occasionally, a pocket knife,, maybe a lighter. He doesn’t smoke often anymore but still nice to have. Uhh that’s all I can think of. Pretty Simple. (in baby au he has a bag so he can carry So Much Junk and snacks and toys and just. Anything.)

6. Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

He kinda rarely has memorable dreams, and I don’t think there’s a ton of recurring themes in them? Maybeb a few Anxiety dream thoughts but they’re probably different from each other,, or at least not repeated often enough to notice. ‘OH my teeth fell out This TIme,, last time I just showed up to class naked. That’s fine I guess.’

I think he gets that *feels like you’re falling so you jerk awake really suddenly* feeling kinda often though.

8. Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

I haven’t thought about this?? But no I donn’t thiink so, he’s not a gun guy. If anything he only would’ve been practicing shooting at targets or cans, something like that.

10. Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

More often than not,, less clothing. 👀 To an extent. But, probably when he was younger it would be more clothing bc he was hiding things and felt guarded and comfortable in layers of clothe. How could someone suspect ur on drugs and bruisey from fights and not eating enough if they can’t see your body at all, hmm??? Check, Mate

16. Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

HMm this is a tough one. I mean I wanna say happiness but he doesn’t actually seek that out for himself for A While, and for a long time he kind of struggles with the need to prove himself and show that he’s good enough and not a failure. Sometimes he’s trying to succeed in something that would make his family happy and other times it’s trying to prove it to himself. So when he’s younger I’ll say success, but currently, happiness.

45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

One of his grandmother’s died when he was prettyy young and so death was explained in a very,, kid friendly way and + his lil imagination, I think that stuck with him?? They weren’t a particularly spiritual family, they probably said something like, she won’t come back but she’ll always be with you,,, like,,, in your thoughts and in ur heart but he was an imaginative easily spooked kid and kinda took that to mean Ghost. OBVIously…. But that’s not what they meant… That kinda freaked him out as a kid, he didn’t want A Ghost followin him???? Not even a nice gramma-ghost, no way. That’s a haunting! SPooky???? His parents eventually had to explain that no she’s not a ghost she’s just,,, not here any more. But I think he was already pretty set on these thoughts and the thought of not existing anymore At All seemed even scarier tbh? But he did get more comfortable with,, if there was a gramma-ghost,, then she would be nice like gramma.

But he still kinda, believes in ghosts and spirits in some way more than anything,, like your spirit or energy might stick around somewhere familiar or someone you love perhaps. He’s never really had a ghostly experience to back up these thoughts, though, and he sometimes doubts if that’s really what will happen. Maybe reincarnation, maybe u just blink out of existence, he doesn’t know. His afterlife beliefs don’t scare him per say, but I don’t think he’s really comforted by it, either. Death in general scares him a little, so he Tries Not To Think About It.

#q'd bc I got a headache and didn't end up coming back to finish this until Really Late #also i know i'll be having a busy day today so i didn't really wanna hope for gettin this up in the morning jic i couldn't #but yeah thanks again for asking!#androids #original characters #OC facts #OC Headcanons #ask meme #i'll probably actually reblog this sometime soon actually..#but i'm busy today.. booo #long post #sorry i didn't put it under a read more i forgot and now im on mobile

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reddpropaganda · 8 years ago

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The layers of miscommunication between the Mishima's is so damn frustrating. It's sparked an endless tirade of vengeance that goes on in circles and it's really heartbreaking because I'm certain if Heihachi had explained to Kazuya exactly the reasons for his mother's death, why he had to kill her-- that it wasn't in cold blood; he'd be much less inclined to destroy everything. And if Heihachi had simply tried to be a good father, give his child a chance to instill goodness in his heart, maybe he'd have ended up like Jin. With his issues but not fully consumed by the devil in his blood. Maybe he'd have a not so strenuous relationship with his son. Heihachi just did what he thought he had to (And don't mind me, I'm still crying over the old man's death T~T) That end had me SHOOK. To ensure the safety of others so another devil wouldn't terrorize anyone as Kazumi had done to him. In a sadly ironic twist of fate, he survives and does just that. It's hard to say if things would have happened the same way if Kazuya had never taken that fall from the cliff. Indeed, it all leads back. Kazuya feels so vindicated in his motives if only because Heihachi took everything from him to make him suffer in his eyes. That his mother, Kazumi, was the only person who ever cared about him and now she's gone. That it's a eat or be eaten kind of world where violence is the answer and only the strongest survive. Heihachi taught him that the day he was thrown away. Now, he's so caught up and in too deep that trying to change or start over now would be too difficult. It's too late for him. All of this has to mean something. He has to see it through. For his mother's sake, he's would end Heihachi. The rest of the world can go to hell for all he cares-- and you can see this in the cutscene where it is revealed to Kazuya that Kazumi wanted him dead. He shurgs it off with uproarious and mocking laughter of course but, not before he quietly ponders the thought with sadness in his eyes, lament showing through on his face. Could his mother truly think so lowly of him...? No, he has to believe that someone is on his side. Surely, his own mother wouldn't also betray him. All the destruction and chaos... It can't be for nothing. Otherwise, it might utterly break him. Kazuya was abandoned, made to feel unwanted. His very existence an abomination and "curse" needing to be snuffed out. He wants to prove to the world, to Heihachi, and especially himself that he is not only good enough but, better. That it's you who should grovel at my feet. He never wants to be that powerless again. Kazuya can be overly egotistical but, perhaps it's compensation-- a substitution. A coping mechanism in that he needs to be defiantly confident when no one else will be proud of him. I'm not attempting to make excuses or justifications for his actions, it's just that Tekken 7 has brought a lot to light, showing no one is 100% responsible. It's far more convoluted. The "devil" isn't spiked wings, red skin and laser beams. It was the evil that was allowed to foster in the absence of love inside the heart of an innocent boy. From that void then grew rage and hatred, and the painful events leading up till now have fed those demons. Tl;dr love your angery son and don't throw him from cliffsides

#a slight character analysis #kazuya mishima #is anyone even in this fandom on here?#idk lol #long post #tekken 7 #fated retribution #kazumi mishima #heihachi mishima #Mishima zaibatsu #g corporation #lore #story mode #major spoilers #this game yo #jin kazama

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puns-and-fics-has-moved · 8 years ago

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Meant to Be - Part Five: Fine

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy@falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues@phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @abbyg14 for being a sweetie-pie

A/N: aaaaaaah ily. enjoy <3

also I want Laf to be my best friend

When Alex heard the knock on his door, his heart immediately leapt into his throat. His dad was at work, leaving Alex at home alone, and he really wasn’t in the mood to socialize. Too nervous and self-conscious, Alex made the decision to let them assume no one was home and leave. Before Alex could cozy himself further into his cocoon of blankets, however, his phone buzzed.

Laf: C’est moi.

Alex’s anxiety lessened and he grinned at the message, hauling himself out of bed to go answer the door. He caught sight of himself in the mirror on the way and grimaced. His hair was dishevelled, and he was wearing his most comfortable – therefore ugliest – pair of pyjamas.

After trying in vain to fix his appearance, he opened the door and was immediately enveloped in a warm hug. Alex cuddled into his friend’s strong arms and felt his constant worry faded slightly.

“Comment ça-va?” Laf asked, stepping back and examining his friend’s face intently.

Alex shrugged in response and was pulled into another tight hug. He felt Laf’s hand stroke his hair softly, and found himself grinning. When they pulled away again, Laf smiled in satisfaction at the calm look on his short friend’s face.

“Have you eaten?” Laf asked, wandering into the kitchen to browse for snacks.

“Yeah, I had an apple…” Alex shrugged.

“When?”

“… this morning,” Alex muttered, looking down at the floor. He felt a hand touch his face and tilt it upwards to look into Laf’s.

“Chou, you have to eat. It is no wonder you are so short,” Laf chuckled, but there was real worry behind his eyes.

“Hey, I’m average!” Alex cried indignantly, rolling up his shoulders to appear taller.

“Of course you are, cher,” Laf agreed absentmindedly, digging through cupboards until he found what he wanted. He began to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for his friend. He prepared it quickly and cut off all the crusts before passing it to Alex. “I know it is not fine dining, but you must eat.”

“Thanks, mom,” Alex laughed and sat at the table. As soon as he took a bite, his ravenous hunger was realized and he began to eat very quickly.

“How was therapy?” Laf asked gently, satisfied that his friend was eating.

“It was okay,” Alex shrugged.

“I expected you to come to school once you were done,” Lafayette hedged, leaning forward and propping his head up on his hands.

“I… didn’t feel like it,” Alexander mumbled in response, training his eyes on the grain of the table. “Was Thomas there?”

“No. I have not seen him since debate club.”

Alex only nodded in response, finishing his sandwich and taking his plate to the sink. As he rinsed it, Laf approached and leaned himself against the counter to look at Alex.

“John was upset that you were not at school,” Laf stated calmly, and the plate in Alex’s hand clattered to the base of the sink, soap flying into the air and decorating Alex’s peach-fuzz and eyebrows.

“Oh?” Alex squeaked as casually as he could. Laf smiled as he dotingly brushed the suds from the small boy’s face.

“Tread lightly, Alex. He is more fragile than you think,” Laf said wisely. As if on cue, Alex’s shrill ringtone pierced the room. They both looked around for the source of the noise, and found it under some papers on the kitchen counter.

“It’s John,” Alex said, his face flushing. He hit the power button to cease the shrill ring.

“You are not answering it?” Laf inquired, his eyebrows spiking to his hairline in surprise.

“I’m treading lightly,” Alex deadpanned with a shrug. Lafayette rolled his eyes in response.

“You are so dramatic, Al–” he began, but Alexander’s phone rang out again, cutting him off. “Please pick it up this time.”

Alex nodded and answered it. “John, what’s wrong?” he asked, anxiety creeping into his voice.

“It’s Aaron, actually...” an awkward voice drifted through the speaker and Alexander’s throat constricted in fear.

“Where’s John? What happened?” he cried, causing Laf to look up sharply in concern.

“Uh… fuck… Lee punched him… I think he’s concussed… shit,” Aaron said, his voice drifting away from the phone every now and then. “He keeps passing out and waking up again… I don’t know what to do.”

“Call a fucking ambulance!” Alex all but screamed, his vision fading at the edges as his worry overwhelmed him. He suddenly felt Laf’s arms around him and the phone was eased out of his hands. Alex curled his head into his French friend’s chest, willing himself not to cry.

“Aaron.” Laf’s voice was calm and collected. “What is going on?”

“John… concussion, I think… keeps telling me not to call an ambulance.”

“Merde. He does not have the insurance…” Alex looked up from his friend’s chest, his eyes swimming with tears. Lafayette shushed Alex softly and began to give Aaron instructions. “Tell John I will pay for it. Call the ambulance. We will meet you at the hospital.”

Lafayette hung up and touched Alex’s face, while still embracing him with the other arm. “Are you okay, chou?” he asked gently, steadily looking into his friend’s wet eyes.

“Yeah,” Alex nodded. “I’m just… fuck. Let’s just go.”

He extricated himself from Laf’s arms and made his way to the door to pull on his shoes. Lafayette followed, watching his friend carefully for any signs of an oncoming attack.

“Laf, let’s go!” he cried impatiently as his friend slowly tied up his shoes.

“Hold on, Alex…” Laf shushed, straightening up. He gave his friend a once over, taking in his jittering frame, his wide, red-rimmed eyes, and his quivering hands. “Have you taken your medication today?”

“Yes, now let’s go!” he cried impatiently.

“I am right behind you,” Lafayette said, still scrutinizing his friend’s behaviour. He sighed in resignation and pulled the door closed behind him as they left for the hospital.

“The ambulance is on its way,” Aaron said softly to John, hanging up the phone at the dispatcher’s instruction. He was sitting cross legged, John’s head in his lap. He was now stroking the boy’s curly locks to soothe him.

“No… can’t…” John moaned incoherently, and Aaron shushed him.

“I already told you, Laf is paying for it. Do you want me to call your dad?” he asked gently.

John’s mind was not sharp enough to wonder how Aaron knew he had a single father. Instead he just shook his head, taking the question at face-value.

“Where’s Alex?” he asked after a moment of quiet.

“Like I said, he’s meeting us at the hospital,” Aaron answered patiently, still stroking his hair.

“Why… why are you being so nice to me?” John inquired, his eyelids fluttering sleepily. Aaron tapped his face; the dispatcher had told him to keep the boy awake. “You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Aaron said immediately. “Not at all.”

John’s brow furrowed, and he had trouble getting out a response. “O…kay. I don’t hate you, either…”

Though his eyes remained sad, Aaron’s face lit up with a small smile and he shushed John kindly. “You don’t have to lie, John. I know you hate my guts.”

John shook his head dopily. “You’re the nicest of all y’all motherfuckers…” he muttered, and Aaron stifled a laugh.

Before he could respond, however, he heard a loud siren approaching. He breathed a sigh of relief, but stayed put, not wanting to disturb John’s position. The ambulance pulled up in the school parking lot, and two paramedics raced out to where the two boys were sitting.

“Out of the way, please,” one of them instructed, pointing at Aaron. Taken aback, he gently lifted John’s head out of his lap. The paramedic put her hand under his neck to support the weight, and Aaron shuffled backward to get out of the way.

He felt removed from the world as he watched John be hoisted onto a stretcher and taken to the ambulance. He followed behind them, feeling a little lost.

“There’s a seat in there for you,” one of the paramedics said kindly, and Aaron shot them a grateful smile, clambering into the van and taking a seat next to John.

“My name’s Nat,” they said warmly, while hooking the barely conscious boy up to a heart monitor.

“I’m Aaron,” he replied, his eyes trained on John.

“Is he your boyfriend?” they asked, placing another pillow under John’s head to keep it elevated.

Aaron’s cheeks darkened. “Uh – no… just…” he stuttered.

“Woah, sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out,” they laughed easily, and Aaron sighed in relief.

“Where’s Alex?” John groaned, and Nat turned to look at Aaron questioningly.

“Alex is meeting us at the hospital, John,” Aaron patiently repeated.

“Who’s Alex?” Nat asked.

“They’re best friends. He was the first person I called, actually,” Aaron smiled lightly, then gazed back down at John, the worry plain on his face. “I’ve told him like ten times that Alex is meeting us there, but he keeps forgetting.”

“That’s… not good,” Nat replied. “That he’s forgetting, I mean. I’ll definitely mention that to the doctor when we get to the hospital.”

Aaron’s insides twisted with worry and guilt, and he bit his lip. Thankfully, they soon arrived at the hospital, and Aaron was presented with a clipboard full of questions he didn’t know how to answer. He ended up calling Laf, who was still on his way, and he managed to provide most of the details, including his own parents’ insurance information.

Thankfully, John was soon checked in and admitted to a hospital room. Aaron awkwardly waited in a chair outside the room while they examined him. He wasn’t sure whether or not he should leave, but he stayed anyway, shooting a text to his uncle that he would be home late.

He waited about fifteen minutes before Lafayette and Alexander showed up, the latter running full tilt. He skidded to a stop outside of John’s room and tried to peek through the small window. He sighed dejectedly when he found he couldn’t see anything of gravity.

“Aaron, how is John?” Laf asked calmly, taking a seat beside him.

Aaron heaved a sigh. “I think he’s okay. He kept forgetting things though… the doctors are looking at him now.”

“Thank you for staying with him, Aaron,” Laf said genuinely, touching him on the arm. Aaron shot back a small smile, but his eyes were full of sadness.

“It’s the least I could do,” he shrugged.

“You can go now,” Alexander said harshly, cutting the short silence. Aaron looked up at Alex with hurt eyes, but the latter glared back coldly.

“Alex!” Laf hissed. “Aaron is the one who brought John here! We should be thanking him.”

“Thanks! You can go now,” Alex snapped back.

Aaron stood up with a resigned sigh and grabbed his backpack from the floor. His eyes flickered over Alexander’s livid face and then to Laf’s apologetic one.

“Okay, um… let me know if he’s okay,” Aaron said awkwardly and turned to leave.

“Thank you, Aaron,” Laf said sincerely, and Aaron smiled, giving an awkward little wave before leaving the hospital. Alex plopped down into the now vacated chair, folding his arms in a huff.

“Was that really necessary, Alex?” Laf sighed, glancing over at his friend.

“He may have stayed with John, but he had the chance to stop it,” Alex scowled. “And he didn’t. That prick was asking for it.”

Lafayette was about to respond, but stopped himself. Alex was not in a good place mentally; he probably couldn’t handle another altercation. With a sad smile, Laf pulled out his phone and began to text Herc, who had been anxiously asking for updates.

Alex stared longingly at the loving smile Laf gave his phone and huffed again, sinking lower in his chair. He wished he had that. But did he want it with Thomas? He had wanted it with T, but now that had changed. And… if he was being honest with himself, he wanted it with John. In fact, after accepting that nothing would ever happen with Thomas, he couldn’t get his mind off of John.

And he was sure John loved him back, no matter how much he denied it.

“Alex?” a voice said suddenly, breaking through his reverie. “Is one of you Alex?”

Alexander stood up and nodded at the doctor who was asking for him.

“That’s me,” he said with only the slightest of tremors in his voice.

“John is asking to see you,” he said, beckoning Alex to enter the hospital room. When he did, his mouth popped open at the state John was in. His whole cheek was swollen and bruised, and he had a faraway look on his face.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Alex asked tearfully, running over to John’s side and beginning to stroke his hair in a gentle rhythm.

“Yes, he’ll be fine. He does have a concussion, but he’ll make a full recovery soon. He just needs to take it easy for a while,” the doctor smiled warmly.

“Why does he look so out of it?” Alex demanded, a bit of hysteria creeping into his voice.

“He’s on some pain medication right now, but he’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Okay…” Alex said uncertainly, looking dotingly upon his friend.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” the doctor said, excusing himself from the room.

Feeling his anxiety begin to make him sweat, Alex rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He was shocked to find writing there.

Is John okay?

James told me what happened.

I’m so sorry.

Talk to me.

How is he?

Alex groaned in frustration. Why wouldn’t Thomas just leave him alone?

Fine. He’s fine. Alex scrawled back, and rolled his sleeves down again. He didn’t want to look at Thomas’ words.

He turned his attention back to the semi-conscious boy. “You okay, Jack?” he asked gently.

A small smile lit up John’s face. “Mmhmm,” he mumbled before his face grew serious, his eyes opening slightly wider than before. “Alex, I have to tell you something.”

Alex grabbed his friend’s hand and leaned forward. “You can tell me anything.”

“I… lied. Yesterday,” John muttered groggily, struggling to keep his eyes open. “You weren’t dreaming.”

Alex felt his heart beat a rapid tattoo against his chest. He let out a small breath, his lips parting slightly. Before he could stop himself, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to John’s plush lips, feeling warmth pool in his stomach at the contact.

A heavy hand made its way to Alex’s hair, and he pulled in closer, their kiss deepening despite the pain John felt in his jaw.

They only broke apart when the door to the room slammed open. Nearly jumping out of his skin, Alex turned – hair dishevelled, lips swollen, and eyes blown wide – to see Thomas standing in the doorway. He looked bedraggled and tired, but there was a furious fire raging behind his eyes.

His voice came out in a low growl. “Fine, huh?”

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