#they'd better not take this as their comeback

[technicaltechnicolor]

(no need to publish this, it would be a DM but the daily cap on DMs is tiny.) Regarding the bot PSA: long explanation here www.tumblr.com/kaiasky/709269274667220992/two-updates-the-bot-got-taken-down-thanks-to, but tl;dr, OP was well-intentioned but misinformed. The bot is from 2018 & doesn't do anything, it just has a deceptive custom desktop theme. You can block and report bots as normal. (Just want to make sure people aren't afraid clicking block will land them a virus!)

Ah- I see!

Thanks for the info! I'm usually pretty well protected from viruses bc I have some virtual software and some others may not be. Either way, glad these relics of bots are staying back in 2018 =_="

[lovverletters]

ILLUSION˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

❝IN WHICH ㅡ Your husband seems to have change for the better. Although is it really him? Or somebody else masquerading as your husband ❞

A/N : Unofficial comeback hihi !! I made this in 3 hours please don't judge my word vomit

T/W : bad relationship, mentioned of murder, not edited, yandere theme, twist at the end

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[name] sighed for ninth time of the day, everything is going horribly for them.

Early this morning, they had accidentally burnt the breakfast they were cooking for you and their husband, Mauve. He did not take kindly to it and yelled at them before leaving for his work.

It only worsen as they had forgotten their lunch and had to work on an empty stomach while their less than pleasant boss chewed them up for their failing performances.

Then, their car broke down and had to be towed away while they went home on a cab with the world most unpleasant driver ever.

It felt as if the world was against them. Pinning them against the corner like a bully demanding for their lunch money.

Now, they sat at the dinner table staring at the food that's slowly growing colder as they waited for Mauve to come home. As the clock struck 10 and their husband was still not home, [name] sighed once more before cleaning up the table.

Despite their very best effort to avoid addressing the glaring issue of their crumbling marriage, [name] couldn't ignore it anymore.

Mauve and them hardly resembled a married couple, they don't spend time with each other due to clashing schedule and even if they were free, they'd much rather be alone than with each other. The two of them would bicker and argue over unnecessary stuff, don't even mention being physically intimate with each other. They're practically practicing abstinence.

[name] has been the only party making effort to keep the relationship going but Mauve was not doing the same.

It is clear as day that the spark and love they have had simply dried up.

" I should just divorce him at this point .. " [name] muttered before falling into a deep slumber.

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The next morning, they awoke to a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen. [name] sat up in surprise at the smell and walking to the source of the wonderful aroma.

To their surprise for the second time, they sees Mauve flipping pancakes in his suit and ties. Upon hearing their approaching footsteps, Mauve turned over and greetes them with a smile.

" Good morning honeybun, I made pancakes for breakfast. Come take a seat " He plated the freshly made pancakes and placing it on the table.

Huh? Honeybun? Where did that come from?

[name] were puzzled at Mauve's odd behaviour. He glanced at them worriedly when he realised they had not yet taken a seat and had been standing at the doorway with a gaping mouth.

" What's wrong honeybun? Why are you standing there like you've seen a ghost " Mauve placed a gentle hand on their shoulder.

" Whㅡ what's the special occasion, Mauve? " they dumbly said.

" Hm? Don't I always makes us breakfast everyday? " He said, albeit a bit confused.

[name] blinked. Once. Twice.

" No? I'd always do the cooking " They replied with an equally confused face.

Mauve went silent before rubbing the back of his neck nervously with a sheepish smile.

" Ah, I don't? I was just messing with you honeybun~ "

They squinted their eyes at their ' husband ', feeling suspicious of his change of behaviour. Just yesterday he was yelling at them for burning his toast and today he's done a complete 180.

" You don't usually call me petnames either. What is up with you today? " They sat down on the chair and begun cutting up the pancakes.

Mauve closed his mouth once again and stayed silent, [name] could almost hear the cogwheels in his brain turning to form a response. After a while, he finally spoke with a deep sigh.

" Look. [name], baby. I've realised all these years I've been a dick to you and not treating your right " His voice quivered.

" Yesterday, I had an epiphany of sort and I don't want to lose someone as amazing as you, [name]. Will you give me a second chance in loving you? " He held their hand in a gentle grasp, his eyes reflecting his sincerity.

[name] was at a loss for word. They genuinely didn't expect to hear that from their husband. They were ashamed of the tiny flame that sparked within them at his words.

They were conflicted, however after contemplating for some time in their head. They finally made up their mind. [name] placed their own hand atop of Mauve's and gave him a gentle smile.

" I honestly don't know what happened to you yesterday but .. I'm willing to give us a second try to make it work " They said softly.

A grin broke out on Mauve's faceㅡ something they had not seen in years. He then pull them into an embrace and littered kisses all over their faces.

" Thank you, baby. Thank you so much " He happiky hummed onto their skin.

[name] couldn't help but grew flustered at his onslaught of affection. They were not used to it but it wasn't unwelcomed. They slowly reciprocated Mauve's hug and buried their face onto his shoulder.

Finally, something's going right for them.

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He almost felt bad for fooling [name] on thinking that their pathetic excuse of a husband could ever change.

For someone as successful as Mauve was, he is incredibly stupid for neglecting the most amazing spouse a person could ever wish for. Honestly, he felt his blood boils seeing [name]'s astonished reaction to him performing simple husbandry dutiesㅡ it shows that the bastard never treats his spouse right.

It disgust him greatly to be Mauve's döppleganger, to share the same likeness as him. But without it, he wouldn't be able to intervene and replaces him.

Nonetheless, he'd already removed Mauve's out of the picture. If there's one thing he doesn't regret is watching the light slowly dimmed from Mauve's eyes as he kills him.

Now, he shall fulfill his position as [name]'s husband, 'Mauve'.

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[rosemarydisaster]

I made some sort of alignment classification based on whether they're impulsive or if they plan ahead for the Batfam. Feel free to correct me (politely please, I'll cry) or to add your opinion. I'm not trying to be super canon, just based on their characters' vibes.

Bruce Wayne: 100% planner. This man could be a Bene Gesserit, plans within plans, and they always work even if they shouldn't (because DC can't have him be wrong). It's like a choose your own adventure, you follow the plan and each time something new happens that is sure to chase things up he pulls a subsection specifically for it. Senior Justice League Members just don't question him anymore no matter what. "You had a contingency for getting invaded by mind controlling ballerina spiders? Yeah, sure, tell us all about it".

Barbara Gordon: she plans around her impulses. She is self aware enough at this point to know she's a bit of a hot head. It is what it is, she's called Batman an Emo Boy's idea of Therapy enough times to his face to know she just can't help herself with some stuff. So instead of working against it she plans around it. In the end, it was her plan all along. Canary thinks she could just hold her tongue, but considering the vigilantes Oracle manages, her experience in planning for these situations is invaluable.

Dick Grayson: Impulsive, not because he can't make plans or because he isn't smart. Quite the opposite. He just has that ADHD dog in him. He would be guiding the Titans through a mission and they'd be thinking "Woah, everything is going according to his plan", meanwhile inside his head is Bear Grylls saying "Improvise, Adapt, Overcome". It's not so much that he comes up with plans on the spot but he ends up changing it along the way because he thought of something better for that specific situation. He may use B's protocols for a general structure but then trusts his instinct to come up with something better on the spot.

Cassandra Cain: Neither. She's not one to be coming up with elaborate schemes but, as much as she relies on her instinct, she's able to stop before jumping. She doesn't need to plan, she knows what works. She observes and then takes the best course of action. When Bruce goes on and on about the importance of planning she just answers "Skill issue" and leaves.

Jason Todd: impulsive planner. This is a man that makes plans, okay? He's theatre kid coded, he needs to know his little monologues by heart. The thing is, he's also very emotional and has the impulse control of a toddler in front of the cookie jar. He can't help himself, he has to punch the asshole and make the witty comeback or he will explode. The outlaws have been grilled to death on the importance of following the plan but then watch him like ten minutes later throw it out the window. They find it both endearing and annoying.

Stephanie Brown: Queen of Chaos. She can plan. She's good at it too btw, she just doesn't want to if she can avoid it. She works best when she's improvising and it drives Bruce and Tim up the walls. They just hate to see women winning. She's the best one out of all of them at turning a mistake to her advantage in a matter of seconds. It's quite impressive.

Tim Drake: Chaotic planner. Everyone is so sure Tim is a mini Bruce and to a certain extent, if you squint your eyes, then yes. But Young Just Us know the truth: his plans are extremely effective but only in the most chaotic way possible. There's the Batman plan, and there's the Red Robin plan, which is like the first one but faster and with more fire. He also has to be periodically reminded to take into account his own wellbeing when making his little schemes.

Duke Thomas: plans on the go. I don't know how else to explain it but it's like those sequences in the Sherlock movies (the ones with RDJ) where he's watching his surroundings and opponents almost in slow-mo till he puts together a plan. It's similar to Dick from the outside, but if you pay attention you can see the wheels turning in his head as he goes along. He actually stops and thinks (metaphorically, most of the time his thinking is done while he distracts enemies).

Damian Al Gul Wayne: he's a strategist, not a planner. This is an important distinction because whenever Batman or Red Robin are explaining one of their convoluted plans he feels like he's actively losing braincells. He's closer to Cassandra in the way he prefers a more direct solution. He also gets palpitations anytime Jason or Stephanie just start doing things without thinking. If he knew what Dick's thought process was he would have probably developed an anxiety disorder in his time as Dick's robin. He doesn't understand the need for such high detail planning and hates the idea of making it along the way. No, he just needs to come up with the most efficient strategy and that's all.

[hoernypie]

Marking Territory

tags: creamp!e, public, sex (p+v), au, pet names, costumes, party

wc: ~3k

"You look cute", you giggled fixing Sukuna's wolf ears from the costume, "Don't worry, nobody will laugh seeing you in that," you reassured him while caressing his chest. He only huffs rolling his eyes, regretting agreeing to your idea of putting ears on him. "Tho maybe I should get changed, just because someone had to "mark me"...", you sigh loudly looking at your reflection in the mirror, the wet patch between your legs decorating your costume was too big to be ignored by others. All of that because Sukuna quietly hated your costume, it was too revealing and he just knew some drunk idiot would try to hit on you so he just had to be sure you'd remember who you belonged to.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed another tissue to pat down the wet spot, trying to minimize the damage. "Come on, let's go," he said with a smirk, walking out of the bathroom. The party was in full swing now, the music's bass thumping through the house, laughter and chatter filling the air. You scanned the room for a familiar face to avoid any questions they'd ask about the stain on the costume. As you both made your way through the dancing people, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of anxiety.  You tightened your grip on Sukuna's hand, still thinking how a while ago he fucked you in the bathroom. Despite his earlier grumbling, he wore the wolf ears without further complaint.

As you entered the crowded living room, you felt a sense of relief when you spotted your friends' table, but before you could walk to them, Sukuna grabbed your shoulder - making you stop. "I'm gonna grab a drink," he said leaning down, "Behave like a good little bunny". You nodded and made your way to the table, and leaned over it, immediately trying to joke with stoned Shoko. As soon as he was out of earshot, a tall, lanky guy dressed as a Dracula sidled up to you, checking you out in your costume. "You look like you could use a bite," he quipped with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. You looked at him with disgust in response, but before you could come up with a comeback, he leaned closer, his breath reeking of booze and cheap cigarettes. "Come on baby, loosen up. Let's have some fun," he slurred, reaching for your right breast. Disgust and anger bubbled up in your chest, your mind racing as you took a step back and felt the wetness spread further on your costume. Just as your hand was rising to smack him, a big hand gripped his wrist, pulling him away. "I believe she's not interested in charity work," Sukuna said with a calmness that hid the anger in his voice. The drunk Dracula's smirk faltered, his gaze flicking from your face to Sukuna's and then down to the hand resting on his wrist. He stumbled back a step, a mix of fear and embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "S-sorry, man," he mumbled, trying to pull away, but Sukuna's grip remained firm. "Get the fuck away from her," Sukuna said, his tone leaving no room for argument. 

Sukuna disappeared into the sea of people, dragging the guy out, leaving you at the table with Shoko and the others, who were too engrossed in their own conversations and smoking to care about that situation. You took a moment trying to shake off the situation with the drunk Dracula. Just as you began to relax and reached for the blunt, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around expecting it to be Sukuna, but instead, you found yourself face to face with a smirking college boy dressed as a pirate, his pants unzipped. "Hey there, little bunny," he slurred, his eyes ogling your costume. "You looked like you could use some better company," he leered, his hand sliding down to your waist. You stiffened, ready to push him away, when you heard a scoff from behind you. Sukuna reappeared, a drink in one hand and a fiery look in his eyes. He stepped between you and the pirate, his other hand gripping the back of the chair to keep himself from lunging at the guy, considering smacking him with the chair now. "Fuck off," he said through gritted teeth. The pirate's smug expression faltered, and he took a step closer, his hand tightly gripping your waist. 

The pirate smirked as he ignored Sukuna's warning look. "What's your problem, dude?" he slurred, his grip on your waist not loosening. Sukuna's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thinner than the fabric of your costume. "I said fuck off," he repeated, his voice full of anger. The pirate's friends, noticing the tension, began to gather around, egging him on with drunken cheers. One of them snickered, "Looks like the wolf's got some territorial issues." Shoko and the rest of your friends looked up from their smokes, sensing the impending confrontation. You felt a knot form in your stomach as the pirate leaned closer, his breath hot and foul against your ear. "Don't worry, darling, I'll show you a treasure you won't forget," he whispered, his hand inching downwards while the other one moved dangerously close to your breast. Sukuna's restraint snapped like a thin twig. He slammed his drink onto the table, the liquid spilling everywhere, and grabbed the pirate by the collar. "You're going to regret this," he growled, pulling the drunk college boy away from you. The pirate stumbled, but as he tried to regain his footing, he slipped on the spilled drink, crashing into the coffee table with a resounding thud. The room fell silent for a split second before bursting into laughter seeing this goofy moron, the tension dissipating as his friends helped him up, half-dragging him away to nurse his drunk bruised pride. You let out a shaky sigh of relief, your fingers moving to brush against the stain on your costume, a reminder. Sukuna turned back to you, his eyes softening. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble in the noisy room. You nodded, a weak smile forming on your lips. "Fuck," he said, "Can't even leave you for a moment. Maybe I should put you on the leash next time." He squeezed your cheek before walking with you to get another drink, leaving your friends, who had returned to their huddled conversation about how cheesy is the cheesiest cheese. The party buzzed on around you, but your mind was racing with thoughts of the possessive side of Sukuna, and the wetness between your legs grew, mixing his cum with your slick.

Sukuna led you through the dancing people to an empty couch in the corner of the room. As he sat down, he pulled you onto his lap, his strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him while in the other he had a bottle of beer. You couldn't help but feel safe in his embrace, despite the sticky mess in your costume. His lips brushed over your neck, feeling the warmth of your skin. "You're so cute," he murmured in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. "Only mine." You blushed, tilting your head a little, allowing his lips to further explore your neck. The room spun around you as he continued to leave kisses and hickeys on your neck, your breath hitching in anticipation. You nodded, your heart racing as his touch made your body burn. He gripped your cheeks with one hand, allowing his lips to claim yours in a fiery sloppy kiss that left you gasping for air. As he broke the kiss, you looked into his eyes. "Will you be a quiet bunny?" he whispered, his hips slowly grinding against you. "Wait, not here! Everyone will see and-" he immediately cuts you off, "Well, maybe then those fucking losers will get into their heads that you're only mine."

Ignoring the protest on your lips, Sukuna's hand slid on your breast, his fingers brushing the nipple. His eyes never left yours as he took a swig of his beer, watching the emotions play across your face with smug satisfaction. You squirmed in his lap, the fabric sticking to your crotch, your cheeks flushing as you tried to keep your voice low. "Sukuna, not here," you whispered again, glancing around at the people who were all too engrossed in their own conversations and dance moves to notice your plight. He just chuckled, his grip tightening on your breast as he ground his hips against you, his erection growing more insistent with every beat of the music. "You're so fucking mine," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. You gasped, feeling his hardness press against your core, your own arousal spiking in response. The thrill of being claimed so blatantly in public sent a shiver down your spine, and you had to admit, you loved the idea of marking you as his. 

Despite your initial protests, the desire to be claimed by Sukuna grew stronger with each passing second, your hips matching his rhythm. His hand traveled down to the wet spot on your costume, his fingers sliding against the sticky mess and pressing your clit, making you moan softly before you covered your mouth. Sukuna's smirk grew wider as he felt your body respond to his touch. "I want everyone to know," he breathed into your ear, his voice low and husky, "that this tight little cunt is only for me to play with." Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you nodded. 

Sukuna's grinding grew quicker, the heat from his body searing through the costume and into your skin, as his breath grew more ragged in your ear. "Hold it, until I say otherwise," he said before biting down gently on your lobe. The pressure on your clit grew more insistent, his fingers moving in a rhythm that had your eyes roll back from the pleasure. Your body tensed, the room spinning around you as the orgasm built, a delicious wave of pleasure nearly washing over your body. You could feel the eyes of a few nearby people flickering over, noticing what the two of you were doing. "Be a nice bunny and hold it," he whispered as teeth sunk into your bottom lip when he quickly pulled his fingers away and stopped his grinding just before you could come. "You are such a good girl." And with that, you panted looking at him with teary eyes. "S-Sukuna... meanie... bad dog..." you said poking the wolf's ear on his head.

Sukuna chuckled at your playful protest, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, my needy baby," he said, placing the bottle of beer aside, "Let's go and satisfy your tiny rabbit brain." He stood, lifting you effortlessly with him, and started navigating through the party. The sticky mess between your legs was a constant reminder of his earlier claim, and you couldn't help but squirm against him, feeling your arousal build once more. As you passed by a group of people, one of them, a blond-haired college boy dressed as a cowboy, whistled at you. "Nice costume, darlin'!" he shouted over the music. Sukuna's fingers dug into your skin before he sent a glare to that guy. You giggled despite the situation, feeling an excitement at his idea.

With an annoyed huff, Sukuna tightened his grip on you walking out into the cool night air, straight to the garden. As he walked further into the garden, the space was filled with the mix of rustling leaves and fainter sounds of the party and laughs. He found a spot where the bushes grew thick, a secluded area that offered a little bit of privacy. He pushed you gently against a large tree, his hands roaming over your body. "Let's continue our fun," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he took off his jacket and put it over your shoulders. You could feel his hard dick pressing against your thigh through his jeans.

With an annoyed huff, Sukuna tightened his grip on you walking out into the cool night air, straight to the garden. As he walked further into the garden, the space was filled with the mix of rustling leaves and fainter sounds of the party and laughs. He found a spot where the bushes grew thick, a secluded area that offered a little bit of privacy. He pushed you gently against a large tree, his hands roaming over your body. "Let's continue our fun," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he took off his jacket and put it over your shoulders. You could feel his hard dick pressing against your thigh through his jeans. You nodded, biting your bottom lip, and he smirked, knowing you were ready to let him do whatever he wanted. His hand reached cup your breasts, the cool air making your nipples hard. "Ready, bunny?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Mr. Wolf~", your heart racing, and he bit your shoulder, his thumbs brushing against your nipples.

Sukuna's thumbs circled around your nipples, teasing and pinching them gently through the fabric of your costume, sending waves of pleasure straight to your soaked core. You arched your back, pushing your breasts into his hands as a soft moan escaped your lips. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of you, panting and needy under his touch. "Sensitive little bunny," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. He leaned in, his teeth grazing your neck, leaving another bite mark. "You want me to make it feel good?" He didn't wait for your response, instead, his hands moved to pull down top of your costume, letting your breasts free. His palms cupped your bare breasts, his thumbs now flicking over the sensitive peaks. "Someone's been a very naughty bunny," he said, his voice thick with desire. He pinched your nipples a little harder, making you whine. "Look at me," he demanded, and you met his gaze, his eyes filled with possessiveness and jealousy. "Say it," he whispered, "Say you're mine.". "I-I'm yours, Mr. Big Bad Wolf," you moaned, your voice trembling from the cold and anticipation. "Good girl," he murmured before squeezing your cheeks with one hand, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue pressing against yours as his hand continued to explore your body, making you even more desperate for his touch when he slid your costume aside, your hand massaging his bulge.  Sukuna groaned into your mouth, not breaking the kiss as his hands moved to unzip his pants. In one swift motion, he pulled them down to his ankles, letting his aching erection free, beads of precum dripping down. The cold air kissed your exposed skin, making your nipples pebble even more. His eyes never left yours as he moved his fingers against your glistening pussy. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking wet, maybe you like it public?" His tongue licking your neck. 

Sukuna's fingers slipped into your wetness, curling slightly to rub your g-spot, making you whine against his mouth. His thumb found your clit and began to circle it, teasing and taunting you, keeping you right on the edge of your climax yet again. He broke the kiss, looking into your eyes with a smug smile, watching as your pupils dilated with pleasure. "If you want my dick, make sure everyone hears just how much you belong to me," he murmured. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck as his fingers worked their magic. You bit down on your bottom lip, desperately holding him. The sensation was almost too much to bear, your body begging for release. "I wanna hear it," he demanded. "I'm yours, Mr. Wolf," you moaned loudly, your eyes fluttering closed as his thumb pressed harder on your clit. With a smirk of satisfaction, he leaned back, his grip on your hips tightening as he held your leg up and filled you in one swift, smooth stroke that had you crying out as his balls slapped against your butt.

As you felt the fullness of Sukuna's cock inside you, you couldn't help but let out a loud moan, your back pressing against the tree and your eyes widely open. His hand moved from your neck to push two fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue before moving them in and out, his eyes gleaming with dominance. "Shh," he whispered, the grin painting his face, "We wouldn't want to interest some morons with your sweet cries, would we?" His hips began to rock into you, setting a steady rhythm that had your legs trembling and your arms wrapped around his neck. Your eyes searched the shadows, half expecting someone to stumble upon you in this vulnerable, intimate moment, but the party remained a safe distance away, leaving you two alone. The thrill of the possibility of being busted, made your walls tighten around him and your body ached for more. The hand that had been playing with your breast moved to your neck, squeezing him, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Sukuna's pace grew more desperate, his breath hot and ragged in your ear as his hips slammed into yours like a feral animal. You tried to keep your moans quiet, his big hand over your mouth muffling the sounds. Each stroke brought you closer to the edge, and just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, his hand slipped away, allowing you to moan out his name. Your voice echoed softly through the garden. His grip on your neck tightened, as he watched you unravel. Sukuna's thrusts became deeper and faster, pushing you towards your climax. His cock plunged into you with every thrust, his own panting growing louder as he approached his peak.  You could feel the pressure in your belly growing tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending ecstasy into your brain as moans of his name echoed through the night. Sukuna's eyes blazed with triumph as he watched you come on his dick, his cum filling you as he panted against your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin in a mark of ownership. You both stood there, panting and trembling, the cool air of the garden contrasting sharply with the heat between you two as he kissed you softly. "Mine," he murmured again, his arms holding you up as your legs gave out from under you, the sticky mess of your climax joining the stains of his earlier claim. With a smug smile, he pulled out, tucking himself away before helping you fix your costume, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the marks he had left on your costume. “Let’s go back, baby.”

[ledder4]

simon ´ghost´ riley hates you so mutch yet cant keep his hands to himself...~

womenpov

wordcount: 2695

God, he hated y/n

Her annoying, overly high-pitched voice, her bitchy attitude, the idea that she is better than everyone, and her absolutely fucking awful ideas. Once he almost got killed over her stupid fucking attitude.

And of course, he let her know that. "You look like a slut." He'd say, so low no one heard, and he'd grin at how pissed off little missy wissy would complain and whine, only for Price to throw him a glare and nothing else. She really thinks she's all that? Price would never believe her.

Being around her was like being in a storm. But unlike the peaceful type where it soothes children to sleep and holds couples dancing within the raindrops, she was more like a tornado or something. Only brought chaos and disturbance wherever she went. Apparently only for him, though. Soap fucking loved her ass, and so did Gaz. The three would always have something to gossip about. And he seriously wishes he had invested in noise-cancelling headphones, because her voice annoyed the living fuck out of him.

And he swears he tried liking her. When she first joined the Task Force, he treated her like any other human being. But her eye rolls and, what Soap called, side eyes, got on his nerves. Normally, he doesn't specifically hate anyone.

But her smart mouth always had a fucking comeback for everything, didn't it? Whether it be her snicker when he got one wrong shot or a nasty comment about his dead eyes. That dumb fucking mouth would get her in trouble one of these days. And they'd bicker. Like teenagers, at times, and sometimes, like drunk men at pub fights.

Sparring which turned a bit too real, blood and spit mixing into one as she landed nasty fucking punches, and he did the same. He, despite his bleeding nose and his bruised jaw, would always smile when she winced with a breath too deep. He knew her ribs had been at least matching his jaw, and maybe, if he was lucky, he'd get to check if her back hurt too. Her whines about it instantly got a smile to light up his face underneath the balaclava.

And, when the guys were out either on missions or just hangouts, the two of them raged war at each other. Like that time the little shit hid his towel. Little fucker had also once hid his underwear. Not fun. It was hard to find more.

Besides dumb pranks, they also got physical. When they'd talk back a bit too loud, how he'd shove them into the wall and get a punch in return. And sometimes, just sometimes, he'd be sitting, muttering something snarky, and before he knew it, a hand was on his face. A slap. A sharp one. That instead of sending a jolt of anger, sent lust rushing through his veins, redirecting the blood flow straight to his cock. And how she'd choke him, too? Fuck, it got him dizzy. Had him smiling like a stoner underneath the mask as she shook his head back and forth by the neck, yelling about something he couldn't even remember about in his face, and all he could think of was her trying to be this bitchy when he's balls deep in her cunt.

And when the rest of the task came back, they'd always be scolding the two for beating the fuck out of them. Too bad they didn't believe his cheap excuse of her 'falling' and that's how she got a bloody nose and a cut eyebrow. And the blood staining his balaclava? Ah... what a coincidence, eh?

It didn't take a genius to realize that she hated him, and he hated her. It was like saying the sky is blue, or the water is clear. And sometimes, Price came all father-like, trying to get them to make up, but it just wouldn't happen. In fact, it only brought more snickers and snappy attitudes for both of them. Soap, that little fucker, would always say: 'The line between love and hate is thin!', which is unlikely considering that, for them, the line between love and hate is about five miles long.

Call it hatred, call it anger, call it grudges or jealousy, the pair would never get along. No matter how many times they were forced to go on missions together, or how often the two would spar together, no one could make them bond. The only thing that truly made them be together was the anger. The constant fire when his eyes met hers. The eye-rolls. The pure, unfiltered hatred when she would try to pin him down.

Her hands wrapped tightly around his neck and, despite his size, he just couldn't get out of the damn chokehold she had on him. He thrashes and finally ends up giving the side of her skull a blow, blood running down his nose, making her drop to her side as a nasty cut spews out blood. It makes him smile and burst into laughter when her not-so-weak hands try to get him. Disorientated, that's where he's got her. Weak punches and weaker reflexes. Easy as that, he had her pinned underneath him. Blood dripping slowly, mixed with sweat, as he stares down at her. He tugs his balaclava off, and the red liquid now pours on her cheeks while his hair, damp with sweat, sticks to his forehead, and he can only grin, a mouthful of blood when her eyes blow wide and her cheeks taint pink. "Little missy forgot how to speak?" He teases.

"Fuck you" she mutters.

"You wish" he whispers back.

Simon only narrows his eyes before his thumb swipes at the blood running down from her temple. The harsh leather picking up the blood with ease, and his eyes glint when she winces and whimpers, a noise that sends a jolt straight to his cock. Without speaking, he makes sure his thumb is coated with blood before writing a big "R" across her forehead. Riley was here. And when he's about to wipe his thumb off on his jeans, her annoying voice booms, insulting him for all he's worth. So, naturally, he gathers more of her blood and some of his, stares down at her, and pushes his thumb in her mouth.

Her protests dying on the stip of her toungue, lips that not-so-eagerly wrap around his thumb, and a tongue that licks his glove clean make him groan. Her eyes, now fluttering shut, snap open when he pushes his thumb further in. Inspecting her mouth. Feeling her tongue, and testing her gag reflex. "Hm. Now you're quiet. Can't be loud when you're sucking my thumb like a cheap whore, can you?", and her widened eyes tell him everything. Only when she chokes does he pull his thumb out and, with his gloved hand now dripping with her spit, he gives her two easy slaps on her cheek and stands.

She was frozen on the spot, staring up at him with a sort of desperation and hatred he had only seen in movies. Kind of turned him on, if he were to be honest. How her eyes were so big, lips lightly parted as if begging to be pressed against his. But no, what he does instead? His eyes flicker over her body in disgust and he wipes the tip of his boot on her crotch, watching her shiver and buck as he walks away, chuckling to himself.

"Fuck you!" was all he heard before the door slammed shut, and grunts of anger were heard. With the mugest expression and the proudest bleeing nose, he walks away. Price, who stared at him confused, was surprised when all Simon did was smile at him, rather than offer an explanation.

Later that night, in the shower, he watches as blood from the fight runs down his nose and down the drain. Pride swells in his chest, and a wave of lust hits him. How she sounded. How she had whimpered. How she sucked his finger like such a good slut. And before he knew it, he was hard as a rock. Biting down on his bottom lip, he curses himself before fisting his cock. His knees buck underneath him, and his free hand slaps the wall, trying to grasp at it when he pumps his cock once.

His eyes flutter down, and he strokes himself yet again, beads of precum already running down to his fingers. His eyelids set shut when his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he could all but replay her whimpers and ttry to recall the sensation of her hands around his neck. The filthy noise of him pumping his cock filled the air, along with his heavy breathing and the occasional moans leaving his lips.

Her hands around his neck, until he couldn't breathe. His hands on her hips, pulling her down on his cock as she whimpered and begged for more. Her lips messily meeting his as his cock spurted cum inside of her warm, wet, cunt. Her lips parting for him to spit in her mouth. Him smearing his cum all overher face using his cock. Her gargled moans when he fucks her throat like a slut. Her teary eyes when he nibbles at her clit. The sensation of her thighs around his head as he rut himself against the bed, and-

The white-hot sensation of an orgasm crashing through him pulls a loud groan from him, cum spilling from his cock down his abs, and all he could do was watch as water cleans away the filthy images his mind has conjured. Shame filling each corner of his soul, and he washed his hair before forcing himself to sleep despite the images swarming his mind.

And of course he had the luck to land a mission with her not even a week after whatever that had been. As much as he hatesher, he can't lie: he admires her abilities. How, for even just five or six hours where they need to get along, they manage to. Running shoulder by shoulder, ducking shots and him having to drag her along while her leg had been injured. All examples of when they managed to get together and set aside their mutual hatred.

He had been waiting in position as she scurried off to clear the building, and he hated to admit the pit in his gut whenever he heard gunshots, it only letting loose when he heard her high-pitched tone come across the speaker. Clutching his gun to his chest, the task force run to where they should find their main goal: a shit ton of civilians and some assholes who has decided to terrorise them. Soap, who slapped him on the back and flashed him a smile, and Gaz, who bumped his shoulder against his when he had stood still for a bit too long. A bit dissociated, maybe? Who knew.

And after some hours of careful analysis, they had managed: only a couple injured, maybe one or two deaths, and a sucessful mission. His heart felt light, and he let out a shruddery breath when they got to base. Price, who skipped formalties and gave each of the soldiers a tight hug, had also announced: "We're going drinking, people. Let's fucking celebrate, because all of you, and I mean all of you-", he had noticed Price's eyes were on him, "-did a hell of a job. In two hours, does that sound good?"

He didn't want to go. Not only was he tired, but he was pissed off. y/n's snarky comment hadn't missed him: "He even needs validation. Ugh. Reeks daddy issues." She had muttered, and his fists clenched, eyes flickering to hers. She had a glint in them, a sort of defiance he wanted to punch out of her, or fuck, maybe both.

And asthe night progressed, he could only take so much. The alcohol was rising in his head, and so was in hers. Her snarky comments getting louder, and his comebacks matching hers. Her shoves harsher, and his slaps more real. Thank God, he was still sober enough to drag the pair outside to at least leave the rest of the task force alone.

"Won't you shut the fuck up?" He snaps, and her pushing him away was his last straw. "You fucking bitch-" he murmurs, pushing her against the wall. She somehow didn't stop snapping at her, and her mouth was running a bit too fast and too drunk, and before they both knew it, he had his lips on hers. "Won't you shut the fuck up already?" he says against her lips, and her teeth sinking into his lip made his breath stutter, before a deep inhale through his teeth and his hand went around her throat.

"Little bitch. That's all you wanted, eh? To be-" cut off by her tongue shoving into her mouth "to be treated like a whore? Yeah? Wanna be fucked against the wall?"

Somehow, that didn't shut her up, either. Instead, her hands had gone to the back of his neck and tugged at the strings there. He hisses at the pain, andhis his knee shoves itself between her thighs, rubbing at her clit through her clothes. Her mewls make a fire be lit in his eyes, his cock twitching to life. "Hmm. That's what you want, isn't it? Ooh, look at how needy that cunt is... I can feel it through our clothes, you know? This desperate cunt begging to be stuffed?"

That's how they ended up here, her splayed across her lap as his hand came down on her ass, again, and again, and again- "That's it... Hmm.. Count." When she got off track and started babbling, he had to stiffle a moan. "No. Bad whore. Bad." An idea struck his mind, and he pushes her panties aside. "Oh fuck, that pussy is fucking drooling" his voice sweet as honey, fingers plunging deep into her warmth. "Holy shit, you're so fucking tight." He mutters, landing a slap to her clit.

Pushing the whimpering woman down on the bed, his hands push her thighs back as he watches her squirm and try to get away from his hungered gaze. A line of spit dripping from his lips and onto her puffy folds, before he laps at her cunt. His eyes roll back and a moan leaves his lips when she lets out a moan that really didn't match her voice. Her thighs trying to snap shut, calves shivering on either side of his head as her back arches and her hips buck into his face. His forearms go around her waist, and pushes her down, forcing her to stay still and take it. One of his arms go up, and he shoves two fingers in her mouth, smiling against her cunt as she whimpers and her hole clenches. "Shut the fuck up, y/n, can't a man eat?"

As she moans around his fingers, her cunt gushes out against his tongue. He lets her ride out the orgasm against his mouth, and once he's done, he sits up on his knees, tugging her by her calves as she whimpers and complains. "Even after being fucked silly ya can't shut up, eh?" He smiles down at her, and groans when he feels her slick against his cock. He teases it up and down her slit, bumping it into her clit over and over. "Fuck, y/n, you're fucking dripping for me." When she shook her head, he dipped his cock into her folds, only to pull out. He does it over and over, until he's satisfied with her pleas.

Slowly sliding into her, stars grow behind his eyes as he feels her warmth around him. His head tips back, and his hand wraps around her neck, in a grip. Her bulged eyes and throaty moans made him smile. When her mouth opens to try and breathe, he leans down and spits.

"Swallow. Like a good fucking whore, you're going to swallow my spit, won't you?" He murmurs, bottoming out inside her. "Won't you?"

made by ledder4

[iridescentdove]

Hello!I rlly liked the Elysia fic :D if your requests are open, may I request Herrscher of Sentience or maybe Fu Hua! Reader? (maybe w poe , ranpo , dazai ,yosano and higuchi? Its fine you can do any character you want though!)

Poe, Ranpo, Dazai, Yosano & Higuchi x HoS! Reader

Hiya Anon! And why not HoS mommy. You were once part of the Fire Moth organization about 50,000 years ago in the last civilization. You are one of the few people who survived against the Final Herrscher.

Later you became the guardian of Shenzhou, coming to be known as The Sage and devoting your life to eliminating the Houkai. However ... what if ... the Herrscher of Sentience were to make her comeback?

EDGAR ALLAN POE:

He thinks you are absolutely beautiful, but absolutely terrifying. He's interested in your past and the world you had lived in - it would make for a great novel.

But again, Poe is too nervous to approach you. Hell, even Ranpo wanted nothing to do with you.

So he sucks up the advice ...

But somehow ,, ends up at your doorstep, literally not knowing why he's coming right to you after wimping out. Like ... for the 17th time already.

You're not as bad as you looked, actually. You were pretty nice and tsundere when not trying to destroy the world.

So he found really refreshing, although, thinks you might just do some 360 and end up just fooling him into thinking you were a peacemaker. He's paranoid, okay.

Really like your HoS outfit though. It didn't look like the normal, but again, you were from a different world.

You sometimes talk about your years back in your home.

Poe listens so aggressively, taking down notes which he might be able to use for his own novel.

Most of the time, you guys get along so well. From thw times he's spent with you, you're actually cute. Whenever you get annoyed, you puff your cheeks like a kid.

Totally differemt from when you're pissed- literally all creation might get crushed then and there-

In the moment you were indeed, embodying the path of ruin and destruction, you were ... actually so scary. No one knew what to do.

The Port Mafia was unable to make a choice, in doing so, they'd be destroyed. The ADA ran out of options, no longer sure what to do. The Guild was wimping out lol.

Decay of the Angels? They sure live up to their name! Turned to dust and decay under your very hands! Pun intended

Poe only wishes you come back to him and solving crimes like you always did.

You better make up for it if you do end up admitting defeat because he is shitting tears.

He'll take a bit to get over it but he loves you sm. <3

Kiss him, hug him, literally hog all of his attention for the next few weeks and he'll be so happy about it. Come on now, get your priorities straight.

If you try to ever go on a HoS rampage this bitch fr might just get a heart attack-

"(Y/N) WTF WTF WTF WTF NOT AGAIN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NOT THIS NOT THIS–" :)

RANPO EDOGAWA:

He literally cannot figure you out lmao so that's a job well done in my book.

Ranpo wouldn't know jack shit in all honesty. You're from a whole different world, possibly even GOD there. Herrscher? Elysian Realm?? ReveRSE CREATION WAIT WHAT

Please give him time to breathe in the information.

Mk but if you like sweets he definitely gonna share some, he's now interested in you.

You gave him odd vibes at first, and in the end he was technically not wrong. Bro knew you were no good since the start but man who is he to judge.

Ranpo and you are ... well, in a way to say it ya'll are dating but never verbally established it??

You guys decided to just start doing it LMAO

Everyone is so surprised. Like, "YOU NEVER TOLD US YOU WERE DATING WHAT?"

In other words you guys are basically acting like you're dating. In which, you are. But ya'll don't even care to officialize it like it is what it is 😭

But that aside, he reaaally thinks he shouldn't be around someone like you ... even if you're together.

He deduces that it will not end in his favor.

And Ranpo was correct. You are out for blood and for the death of their world, in which you don't care about even him when you did that.

He feels betrayed. Super betrayed, a little mad? You guys did so much together and damn repaying him with that.

But he does understand why you're doing it.

That anger may not be centered towards you but instead the others are pissed off mafia be like

Upon the destruction of everything, if you succeed, bad ending it is then. Everyone's dead, the world is decaying and you've made Fyodor happy ...

Except he's rejoicing in hell bc you killed him.

Ranpo looks at you like you were the demon satan itself, so livid and upset about what you've done. Guilty, a little.

If you decide to spare them some slack and don't succeed, well, Ranpo's here for you. Come on now, it's better off this way don't kill everyone wtf

He's the first to go up to you, pouty and wanting you to make up for your mistakes. Cuddle him or else I shoot

He doesn't understand the concepts sometimes, but as long as you're there with him, just eating away sweets and telling him interesting stories of your life, he's all for it.

Would 100% smash in your herrscher form

DAZAI OSAMU:

I can smell the rizz a mile away

Okay, you're actually so chill. He respects that, unlike when you're out in a rage and turning people into Odasaku

You're not free from his teasing. You're like a second Kunikida he messes around with lmao. Except when he pisses you off he's actually running for his life–

"Don't you wanna die though?" "SHE'LL TORTURE ME I HATE PAIN AND SUFFERING"

Has the audacity to hide behind Atsushi. Now both of them are terrified and running while you cutely and respectfully, turn into Herrscher of Senti completely <3

Ends up dating you anyway.

For a bit, he'll take time to trust you because he finds it strange like Ranpo. There's something odd sometimes about your behavior he can't pinpoint himself ...

Ooh wait. So you wanna destroy the world. Ok.

He can understand why from all of his own experience, but wouldn't advise you to do that. It ain't smart of you, bae.

Your powers are actuallu very respected by him. He also finds it pretty and interesting! Will ask you a few questions and compliment you from time to time.

If you tell him stuff about your own world, he'll be somewhat interested in it too. As for how he knew ...

Dazai figures it out pretty easily, although it took a bit of time to realize you weren't from this world.

Not just that too. Basically, a Herrscher could be the same as a literal God. He's not all that scared but you're really full of surprises. He is not taking you lightly, though.

Knows you can literally reverse creation single-handedly.

But he doesn't want that. Come on now, dude wants to die but at least let him achieve the wish of marrying a pretty girl first before that :/

The pretty girl i'm talking about is you. "Belladona! Oh my, dear. Just stop whatever you're doing and return to my arms! I am lonely! So very lonely!"

He's technically not wrong

Everything in his willpower, he and the agency would find the best way to intercept with your plans.

They're here to save people, after all. If there's a full 100% chance they'll die – it won't matter. Push through. Gotta save all those lives before it's too late.

Good luck. Even though Dazai knows you can blow up the world with ur sexy self /j

But think again. If you're good enough a soul to stop your tomfoolery – all's well that ends well. Again, HoS is not evil but simply, a misunderstood individual.

Dazai will understand all of that. Okay? He'll just be glad you didn't turn everyone into toast.

But I guess he'll have to be careful not to piss his bbg off <3

YOSANO AKIKO:

Great job because she's glaring at you literally every time you breathe, talk, or even sleep.

Yosano doesn't trust you at first knowing something's up, and by Ranpo's deduction – she trusts his judgement wholeheartedly and believes you're up to bad.

It would take some time for her to trust you.

After long, possibly a few weeks she'll start to change your mind. You often help around often, and you save their asses everytime with your strange "ability" if it's even one.

You didn't act as bad as you look, and were probably just a big tsundere, mind her.

At the end of the day, Yosano really liked you. AYY bestie takes you out to go shopping and you would pamper each other so much with slight complaining from you

Both of you are great partnered up in missions. You were already strong enough, not needing assistance.

Yosano is just supporting at the back with her healing.

And around the time when you started to grow distant is where she's growing suspicious again. All of that for what? She'll be really uneasy all of a sudden.

Peakaboo :) Guess who :) it's Herrscher of Sentience bitch

Knew she shouldn't have trusted you. But come on now, she obviously knew your times spent together was genuine. Yosano knew you didn't do this because you're evil.

But well, all have their reasons, and you do as well. Will not stand for it and will smack you into sense if necessary.

"GIVE MY (Y/N) BACK" "YOSANO- PUT THE BROOM AWAY-" "YOUR POINT??"

Girlboss saving her girlboss girlfriend.

Will not stand to leave you, literally comes out to go against you even if she knew she'll loose. If there's at least 1% chance you'll come back to her, she'll take it.

Got her chainsaw ready and all. Doesn't want to hurt you, but has no choice to kick ass lol

If you seriously choose to disregard your actions then she'll be so relieved. Atsushi super mega relieved in the corner

Honestly, don't be ashamed. They all understand. Even though some will take time to forgive you. It's not easy to forget things like this.

The agency will gladly let you stay. After all, mommy-

Jokes aside, Yosano is worshipping the ground you walk on and you do that to her in return. Literally two queens that aren't taking bullshit from anybody.

And you guys kiss sjsshj- dammit by bi ass is showing

ICHIYO HIGUCHI:

I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER

Here we go, now it's much more fit. Let's just say they know stories about Herrschers and their existence about being born to destroy humanity.

You were once a normal human like them, but was cheated out of your life but then damn here you are.

A lot were intimidated, everyone probably. You can end the world with all your own hands. Reversing creation as you say, and being in the Port Mafia? HOO WHAT A DAY

Higuchi does admire you the more she learns of you. Really likes your chill personality when you aren't out for blood.

Fr you're just there standing and she's going "🥺"

Like in that episode with Akutagawa and Gin, she misunderstands easily and gets jealous – thinking that you're crushing on Kouyou, dating Chuuya, etc.

Please give this girl some attention. She wants to drown in your presence because you are just so mommy amazing

Whenever you activate your ult she is mesmerized. I mean, sure it's destruction and chaos but Higuchi is down bad for your strength and possibly, beauty.

Would try to train with you to get stronger, to be able to protect Akutagawa.

But hey, why is she spending more time with you than him-

Soon enough you realize she's smitten and probably forgot about Akutagawa's existence. AKUTAGAWA. HER forgetting about HIM?

Damn you are God.

Really tells you to go back on the decision. Think this through, are you really gonna destroy the world? What are you gonna do then?

It's most likely not all fun and games once you've did it. Higuchi is just a worried bbg.

Totally siding with Ranpo on railing you

Again, don't be upset about whatever it is. You aren't evil, basically – it's a misunderstanding. Higuchi sympathizes with you and doesn't hold a grudge.

Now ... kiss kiss fall in love relax and let yourself be loved.

I headcanon her being rescued by you all the time and she's too flustered to even say anything ... with those sparkly ass slow-mow moments as if you're her prince or sumn 💀

[omegalomania]

fall out boy live performances i think about Often

the reunion show medley. how many goats do i have to sacrifice for you guys to do this one again.

disloyal order of water buffaloes, specifically the version that opens with the piano and the rest of the band comes crashing in at the second verse. my GOD man what do i have to do to make you do this version again

death valley live. thats all.

the time they did their stayin out all night remix live with wiz khalifa

the thriller aol sessions version is so good that i thought it was the studio version with mild reinstrumentation at first lol

the medley they did in 2015 where they mashed up all their hits and even managed to sneak in the uma thurman riffs at the end

can i link the entirety of the knights of columbus set? i'm gonna do that. go watch it. it's glorious.

i feel like not enough people talked about how good church sounded live. i actually kinda like it a little better than the studio version. patrick drops down an octave for some bits of the final chorus and i always love hearing his chest voice.

obviously i have to link one of the few times they've played headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet live. they did (coffee's for closers) at this show too and i think about it always.

they didnt do where did the party go live that often because it is MERCILESSLY heard to sing live but my GOD. when they did it. my god.

that one performance of the kids aren't alright where pete screams alongside patrick for the entire last part of the chorus ruined me in ways i have difficulty articulating.

the way way early version of sugar we're goin down they played live in 2004 before they changed all the verses

anytime they'd do just one yesterday live and patrick would do the bridge and kill it every time

the acoustic version of sophomore slump or comeback of the year they did for a private show in 2007. (they did this acoustic again in 2013 and i love that version too)

that one time they segued seamlessly from the chorus of alone together to my songs know what you did in the dark

MISS MISSING YOU LIVE YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME

any of those rare rare times they would do yule shoot your eye out live

when they did patron saints of liars and fakes at one of the reunion shows. don't touch me.

the acoustic session of tttyg songs (grenade jumper, chicago is so two years ago, saturday) they did that's on the my heart will always be the b side to my tongue dvd. they are so so so SO small!!!!!

save rock and roll live is like. so important to me personally it never fails to bring me to my knees. but specifically the time they did it for the mda telethon in 2014. joes backing vocals come through sO clearly and its SOOOOO AAAAAA

also the time they did save rock and roll live for vevo. BIG ouchie.

okay also the time they dedicated save rock and roll to bowie after he passed because pete gets VERY VISIBLY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS and i can't handle it.

we don't take hits we write them literally Only exists in live format so i have to give a special mention to that. what i would give for a studio version though...

it's hard for me to pick a favorite moment of the time they played wrigley field during mania tour. i was lucky enough to catch a livestream of most of the show and it was frankly magic. someathing has to be said for the energy in the way the show began...and for the way it ended.

im incapable of not bringing up the immortals acoustic version they did during boys of zummer. i cant NOT. joe and patrick sound sO GOOD TOGETHER VOCALLY, OKAY

i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get you off, acoustic sessions.....im okay.

remember when they opened some of the monumentour shows with THIS IS THE TAKE OVER, THE MOTHERFUCKING BREAK'S OVER cause. i do.

if youve never seen the stripped-down piano version of young and menace and only heard the studio instrumental i beseech you to watch the live version. i will never forget hearing this live. the whole stadium got so, so quiet in what i could only describe as reverence.

you know that one text post that talks about patrick getting all emotional during a performance of what a catch, donnie and then just sniffs a little and says "i'm a loss for words...which is a good thing i have a microphone, right? so i can keep talking." well this is that exact performance.

[felixsramen]

When i saw the part where y/n said that she was an introvert and loves reading i was in tears really i wanna thank this person that she reqested that!

So i wanna ask if you could do maybe a oneshot where y/n has a really down day couldnt sleep and when it was morning she was out for groceries and the members were at work and when they came home they saw y/n lying on the couch sleeping but with a book in their hand and the members realize how much y/n was struggling lately and they do something to help her getting better maybe? If thats okay for you i mean you dont habe to but i would really love that

I really liked this ask. Im sorry it's a little short though.

It was probably about 4am now. You were awake on the giant bed that your boyfriends had decided to buy so you all could sleep together. You were currently in-between Changbin and I.N. It was raining at this point and the rain matched your mood. You couldn't sleep after being stressed from work and getting that promotion that had you working later. Instead you climb out of the bed and make your way to the living room.

It hadn't been even a week of getting that promotion. You go to the blinds and open them all the way. You watch as another flash of lightning brightened the sky. You couldn't help but sit on the couch by the window looking out it.

The rain splattered across the sky and you watch as the leaves and tiny branches from the tree in the front yard come down. You couldn't help but cry. You had been yelled at yesterday by your boss for the stack of papers that she had gave you earlier in the week, when she had given you the promotion, hadn't all been filled out by yesterday.

Luckily she didn't force you to do another day of work and told you she expected it done when you returned. It didn't make you feel any better though knowing this was just the first week. It didn't help that your boyfriends were busy working and getting ready for their comeback. So they were staying late practicing and would come home tired and just ready to eat and rest. It didn't bother you much but you were starting to miss spending time with them.

You were sobbing at this point as the droplets hit your window covering it up. Eventually the tears dried and so did the rain but the clouds were still grey. You had stayed up all night and into the morning.

You hear the door open. The light turns on and you see Seungmin who has bed hair. He yawns and stretches. "What are you doing in here this early?" He asks you in his morning voice.

"Couldn't sleep." You tell him and he makes his way to the couch. He goes up to you and climbs onto the couch cuddling into you. Your hand goes to his hair and he sighs.

"They'll be getting up in a few minutes. I have to get ready for work too." He says yawning again. Your nails go into his hair and scratch his scalp and he sighs with content.

He slowly pulls away from you reluctantly. He goes into the room again probably to get the rest of the boys up. Within 30 minutes the house is full with your 8 boyfriends.

"Fucking hell. It's too early for this." Jisung whines onto Hyunjin who is half asleep but ready to go on the other couch.

Your other 6 boyfriends make their way to the living room. "I really don't want to go. Sometimes I wish I had decided to do literally anything else that doesn't involve me waking up at the ass crack of dawn." Minho grumbles as he grabs the keys.

Chan nods eyes heavy as he takes a sip of his coffee. "I'm so tired." Jisung whines again.

"Lets go. They said they'd let us leave work early and then we'll have a couple days off after." Chan says taking another sip of the coffee he made.

The boys file out of the house waving at you and telling you they love you. Changbin sighs. "We'll be back around 1." He says bag on his shoulder.

"I'd appreciate it if you went shopping today. I left money on the nightstand." Minho says yawning and you nod your head.

"I love you." He says and you return it. He sighs as he closes the door behind him. You let out your own sigh.

You weren't feeling much better. You instead went on your phone scrolling through for the next few hours before you decide to go to the grocery store.

You don't feel good about yourself so you throw on a pair of sweatpants and one of Felixs hoodie, opting on going for a more lazy look. Who cared anyways? It was just the grocery store. You grab the money that sat on the nightstand and you put it in your wallet and grab your purse shoving it inside.

It didn't take you long getting in the car and going to the store. Luckily Minho had made a list of things that you needed to get. You were quick to find them knowing you couldn't stand being out in public at the moment. You checked the list once again making sure you had gotten everything.

Your phone buzzes. "Also me and Bin need protein shakes for working out. Love you and thank you!" A message from Chan reads. You try your best not to make a face at the mention of the protein shakes Chan and Changbin would chug. You sigh but go towards that aisle.

You quickly grab it and check out. You were glad the house wasn't too far. You got home and put the groceries up quickly and it was around noon. You wondered if the boys kept your book out that you had currently been reading or if Minho had put it up with the rest of your books.

You go to the drawer occupying the room and open it finding your book. Luckily the bookmark was in it still. Jisung had a habit of picking your book up wrong and the bookmark falling out of it. You grab the book shutting the drawer. You make your way to the hall closet grabbing an extra blanket from there and making your place on the couch.

You had gotten halfway through the book before your eyes started getting heavy. Not being able to sleep last night must've taken a toll on you because before long your eyes give up on you.

The boys pull up to the house getting out. "Why did we have to be there so long today? I thought we were getting out at 3." He complains as he grabs his bag.

"We would've left around 1 if you spent more time practicing than complaining about doing it." Hyunjin says glaring at his boyfriend.

"It was hard and we were there all dayyyy." Jisung says dragging out his last word.

Minho raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "You literally got it in like 20 minutes after you stopped complaining." He says as Chan grabs the keys from his pocket.

"So you're saying it's all my fault?" He says pouting.

"No it's not Ji. You weren't the only one complaining instead of practicing we all were." Changbin says as Chan unlocks the door letting them inside.

"Y/N!!!!" Jisung yells out for you ready to jump on you and smother you with love. Instead he sees you on the couch with a blanket and one of your books laying on you.

He comes up to you and the boys follow behind. Usually you'd be up doing stuff around the house to keep you busy while your boyfriends were gone on your off days.

"She's asleep." Jisung says to his boyfriends.

"We can see that Ji." Hyunjin says to him. Jisung glares at his boyfriend.

"You know what I meant." Jisung says looking back at you.

"I don't think she slept at all last night." Seungmin says speaking up to his boyfriends. They look at him confused.

He sighs. "I got up before you guys and I didn't see her so of course I went looking for her. I saw her looking out the window on the couch. So I went up to her and asked what she was doing up so early. She told me she couldn't sleep." Seungmin says to his boyfriends and they look at you concerned.

"I woke up at one point and noticed she wasn't in bed but I didn't think much of it at the time. I was too tired." Felix says to his boyfriends.

"How long has she been like this?" Changbin asks no one in particular.

"I think we should be concerned Chan." I.N. says and he nods.

"I don't think any of us realized how much she's going through especially with the new promotion." Minho says sighing.

Chan nods once again. Minho grabs the book and places the book mark in it. He sighs watching you.

"Should we wake her?" Hyunjin asks his boyfriends. Chan shakes his head.

"Not yet." Minho says agreeing with Chan.

"We should at least take her to the room." Felix says and they nod. Changbin scoops you up into his arms careful to not wake you up taking you in the room and laying you down.

Jisung and I.N. climb in bed too pressing their bodies against you. You cuddle into I.N.s chest who stays still. "Since we have the next few days off I think we should come up with days we each try and spend with her." Chan says and the boys agree.

"Me, Hyunjin, and Innie were going to go to the new little coffee shop tomorrow. We were planning on inviting her too." Seungmin says replying to his boyfriend.

"Okay good. For the next few days we're off let's all invite her to go with us wherever we go." Changbin says watching you.

You slowly open your eyes to being cuddled behind and in front of you. "Hey love. How'd you sleep?" Jisung asks from behind you.

"Better." You say sighing and rubbing your eyes. You try to sit up but I.N. and Jisung keep you in place.

"Did you sleep last night?" Changbin asks you concerned. They finally let you go so you can look at your other boyfriends. They all have concerned looks on their faces as you sigh.

"No." You say admitting it and Chan comes up beside I.N. and sits on the edge of the bed.

"Are you guys upset at me?" You ask them. You quickly get all 8 boys shaking their heads.

"Not at all we're just worried about you that's it." Minho tells you and you want to break into tears at their words.

You can't help but bite your lip to try and stop the tears. Chan sighs seeing you do that with a sad smile on his face. "What did I tell you about that?" He says hand coming to your face tugging your lip from your teeth.

That does it and you burst into tears. All of the boys quickly try and comfort you by hugging you. "It's okay love." You hear Seungmin say and that causes you to cry harder. "I missed you guys." You sob into their arms and they feel guilty about not being able to spend as much time with you.

When your tears finally stop the boys pull away but Felix doesn't. "You have to take care of yourself. Okay? No matter how much you miss us. You have to promise us that okay?" Felix says holding a pinky promise and you can't help but smile at the childish gesture. You take his pinky finger in yours too.

"I promise." You say and he kisses your hand.

"HUG PILE!!!" Jisung shouts and he throws himself on you followed by the rest of your boyfriends.

"You're squishing me!" You manage to say while laughing.

"Yeah. With our love." Hyunjin says making you laugh harder.

The boys pull away not before each kissing you on the lips. "We all love you no matter how busy we get. Remember that." Hyunjin says planting another kiss on your lips.

You were grateful to have all of your 8 boyfriends love for you and each other.

[pseudowho]

genuinely asking to arm myself better in the future: how would you respond to coworkers/strangers who feel entitled to comment on your appearance?

i had a coworker tell me the other day i look very pale in front of everyone on my team and in response i just asked, “really? i look pale?”. she then said “you look like you just got out of bed” & so i said “oh wouldn’t you know it i woke up the same time today just like yesterday” and just felt absolutely silly. i wish i had a better comeback.

+ another coworker felt it was necessary to send me a slack message complete with a video attached of how he thinks that i “should do my hair like that”. i didn’t reply to the message but i’m honestly just tired.

extra credit for men in my workplace who apparently talk about how i dress & objectify my body so much so someone who worked in a different branch approached my manager abt it, who then proceeded to tell me that my pants were too tight and that i was violating the dress code. my manager proceeded to make the joke that “well maybe you just grab their attention. can’t blame them for looking.”

maybe i should just quit my job since this all happened within the span of one week. anyone hiring for a tech role? or any recommendations for a better industry to work in? will be taking notes because i hate how much emotional energy these interactions take out of me

Be bold. Be confrontational. Be brave.

People who pass unwanted comments on other peoples' appearance 100% rely on societal constraints and the fear of embarrassment preventing people from calling them out. These people say snide, backhanded little insults, poorly masquerading as concerns, which are easy for them to backpedal into if you show any offence, or make you look like you're overreacting if you show offense.

If you roll over once, or twice, or three times, people will cotton on; you can be walked over, too! Let's change that, shall we?

I say: fuck you societal constraints! Let us embarrass the rude, as follows (all said in a beautiful, light-hearted, "they'd look like a piece of shit if they argued with you" tone):

"Oh, that's not very nice. I was raised to believe that commenting on someone's appearance is rude. Were you not?

"Maybe YOU should do your hair like that!"

"I'm quite happy with how I look. Are you not happy with how you look, and just projecting on me?"

"Why are you looking at my pants and not my work? Have you got a copy of the uniform policy please? Can you explain to me how these pants are indecent? Oh, I see. So you just see the female form as indecent? Can we clarify with HR and perhaps some legal representation?"

"Unrelated, but do you have any policies on sexual harassment in the workplace?"

Also on what planet is 'pants too tight' violating a dress code? Sounds like the female form being hypersexualised again, doesn't it?

How dare you be woman have shape make man feel sexy thing be inppropriate make peepee feel strange make think violent thinks!

But fundamentally: If you're in a toxic work environment where they value nasty little appearance criteria over competence, however, and no amount of standing up for yourself changes it, I'd get the hell out of dodge, honestly.

Love,

-- I Swear To God, One Day I Will Start Stabbing And Just Won't Stop xxx

[falloutboylyricss]

Fall Out Boy and Love

Evening Out With Your Girlfriend

none

Take This to Your Grave

"Said I loved you, but I lied" - Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today

"Hey Chris, you were our only friend, and I know this is belated, but we love you back" - Grenade Jumper

From Under The Cork Tree

"Dance, dance, and these are the lives you love to lead / Dance, this is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me" - Dance, Dance

"I took a shot and didn't even come close at trust and love and hope" - I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)

"We're the kids you used to love, but then we grew old" - Sophomore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year

"To the 'love,' I left my conscience pressed between the pages of the Bible in the drawer" - XO

"Love never wanted me, but I took it anyway" - XO

"Put your ear to the speaker and choose love or sympathy, but never both" - XO

"I got your love letters, corrected the grammar, and sent them back" - The Music Or The Misery

Infinity On High

"But I love the tree I used to lay beneath, kissed teeth stained red" - I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)

"I thought I loved you, but it was just how you looked in the light" - Hum Hallelujah

"I love you in the same way there's a chapel in a hospital" - Hum Hallelujah

"And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies and all the lovers with no time for me" - Golden

"In hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers" - Thnks fr th Mmrs

"Put love on hold, young Hollywood is on the other line" - The (After) Life Of The Party

The Carpal Tunnel Of Love (title only)

"Love songs for the genuinely cunning" - The Carpal Tunnel Of Love

"Better off as lovers and not the other way around" - Bang The Doldrums

"This is a love song in my own way" - Bang The Doldrums

"I've loved everything about you that hurt, so let me see your moves, let me see your moves" - G.I.N.A.S.F.S.

"It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you" - G.I.N.A.S.F.S.

Folie à Deux

"So boycott love, detox just to retox" - Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes

"These friends, they don't love you, they just love the hotel suites now" - I Don't Care

"But I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins" - America's Suitehearts

"Does he know the way I worship our love?" - Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet

"I wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungs, but I'm afraid that someone else will hear me" - The (Shipped) Gold Standard

"I love the mayhem more than the love" - (Coffee's For Closers)

Save Rock And Roll

"The war is won before it's begun, release the doves, surrender love" - The Phoenix

"I just gotta get you out the cage, I'm a young lover's rage" - My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light 'Em Up)

"My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broke in" - Alone Together

"You know I only wanted fun, then you got me all fucked up on love" - Where Did The Party Go

"You and me are the difference between real love and the love on TV" - Where Did The Party Go

"And now I'm here to give you all my love so I can watch your face as I take it all away" - Just One Yesterday

"Oh, how the mighty fall in love" - The Mighty Fall

"Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme and I'm dizzy on dreams" - The Mighty Fall

"Baby, we should've left our love in the gutter where we found it" - The Mighty Fall

"Cue all the love to leave my heart, it's time for me to fall apart" - Miss Missing You

"So give me your filth, make it rough, let me, let me trash your love" - Miss Missing You

"But we are alive here in Death Valley, but don't take love off the table yet" - Death Valley

"We love a lot, so we only lose a little" - Death Valley

"If my love is a weapon, there's no second guessing when I say" - Rat A Tat

"You are what you love, not who loves you" - Save Rock And Roll

PAX AM Days

"You're just a black widow who fell in love with herself" - Hot To The Touch, Cold On The Inside

"Love, sex, death, 'til there's nothing left" - Love, Sex, Death

"Miss me? Me, love? Mr. Superstar" - Eternal Summer

"The lion paws his own teeth out so you can love him now" - Demigods

"Now I've got love flowing in my nightmare girl" - Caffeine Cold

"Now I smell like cigarettes 'cause I love to breathe your smoke" - Caffeine Cold

American Beauty/American Psycho

"And I love the way you hurt me" - Irresistible

"Truly free, love it, baby, I'm talking no inflation" - Irresistible

"You know I give my love a f-f-four letter name" - Irresistible

"I think I fell in love again, maybe I just took too much cough medicine" - American Beauty/American Psycho

"And your love is anemic, and I can't believe that you couldn't see it coming from me" - The Kids Aren't Alright

"Did you ever love her? Do you know?" - Jet Pack Blues

"Because they took our love and they filled it up, filled it up with novocaine and now I'm just numb" - Novocaine

"I wish I'd known how much you loved me, I wish I cared enough to know / I'm sorry every song's about you, the torture of small talk with someone you used to love" - Fourth Of July

"You were the song stuck in my head, every song that I've ever loved" - Favorite Record

"Keep making trouble 'til you find what you love" - Twin Skeleton's (Hotel In NYC)

MANIA

"That ultra kind of love you never walk away from" - The Last Of The Real Ones

"I love you to death, but I just can't, I just can't pretend we were lovers first" - HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T

"There's nothing more cruel than to be loved by everybody but you" - Wilson (Expensive Mistakes)

"If you were church, I'd get on my knees, confess my love, I'd know where to be" - Church

"Oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love" - Church

"I love the world, but I just don't love the way it makes me feel" - Church

"One look from you and I'm on that faded love" - Heaven's Gate

"'Cause everything else is a substitute for your love" - Heaven's Gate

"She said, 'I love you 'til I don't'" - Sunshine Riptide

"I fell in love, but I didn't fall down" - Sunshine Riptide

"You are my truest feeling yet, I love you so much, it's just like oxygen" - Sunshine Riptide

So Much (For) Stardust

"Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse" - Love From The Other Side

"Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand" - Love From The Other Side

"Generation sleep, I'm falling in and out of love" - Love From The Other Side

"Give up what you love before it does you in" - Love From The Other Side

"And I love my life, love my life, running middle fingers through the red lights" - Hold Me Like a Grudge

"Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out" - Fake Out

"But I didn't take the love when I had the chance, but I swear I'm not sad anymore" - Fake Out

"Tell me, when the party ends, will you still love who I am?" - Heaven, Iowa

"Scar-crossed lovers, forever" - Heaven, Iowa

"Twice the dreams, but half the love" - Heaven, Iowa

"I got love in my heart, so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey" - So Good Right Now

"I got all this love I've got to keep to myself" - Flu Game

"Permanent head-cold dreams awash in your love, falling in and out" - Baby Annihilation

Misc.

"Summer love on a gurney with a squeaky wheel" - Lake Effect Kid

"I love you, Chicago, you make me feel so summer fling" - City In A Garden

"My love isn't lost, it's all I got" - Super Fade

"Nobody will love you like, like I do, I guess that's half true" - Bob Dylan

"'Cause everyone loves Bob Dylan, I just want you to love me like that, yeah" - Bob Dylan

[projectnewmoon]

Sonic - Project: New Moon

Epilogue - Hauntings and Scars that Run Deep

Summary: Turns out, things aren't as great as Sonic thought they'd be.

Warnings: Blood and violence.

Word Count: 4,261 words.

Sonic felt sick.

It'd been about a month since Nox had attempted to free Dark Gaia and end Mobius as he knew it- and subsequently died from his own hubris. A month since he’d regained that monstrous form he took on during the Shattered World Crisis years ago, in which Eggman tried to do much the same, but in an attempt to take over Mobius instead of destroying it. Though things were peaceful once more, the recent near-apocalypse had left its mark both on him and the world, even if the only one who seemed to notice was himself.

The atmosphere around him had changed, saturated with both Light and Dark Gaia's energies. In the beginning, it was balanced and stable, a comforting embrace. But energy continued to seep out from the world's core, and it had become suffocating. A film coated the air and made it harder to breathe, making Sonic lightheaded during the day and snappy at night.

Worst of all, no one else seems to be affected. Not one other person he's talked to in the past few weeks has said anything that would even imply that they've noticed something was off.

Tails did say he'd seen some unusual energy readings on his Miles Electric some time after the incident, but he’d been feeling better than ever, even suggesting he wanted to go on a solo adventure now that things had settled down again. Sonic wasn't at all opposed, quite the opposite, actually. It wouldn't be the first time his little brother had gone off on his own.

But he couldn't help but worry. Worry about Eggman making a comeback, or some new threat rising up, or something bad happening to his friends, or his own condition getting worse, or all of the above happening at once.

He couldn’t take it anymore. So, instead of wallowing in nauseating anxiety, Sonic went out for a run, letting the winds guide him.

He ran for hours, past grasslands and valleys and cities, until he found himself in the familiar forests of Spirit's Grove, the sun slowly drifting west along the blue sky. Sonic’s stomach churned.

Should be used to it by now, he thought. The sunset was soon approaching, and he found himself dreading the painful transformation that came with it.

Well, “dreading” is a bit of a strong word for what he feels. He's anticipating it. Bracing himself for it. Not quite at the level of dread, but teetering on that edge, maybe.

Sonic shook the mounting restlessness off and continued through the forest, slowing to a walk as he took in the scenery, as he usually does when visiting places he hasn't been to in a while. It's quiet, a slight breeze just barely disturbing the trees around him.

The silence is discomforting, to say the least. The forest is quiet as it is, but never this quiet. The wind is usually stronger, and the skittering of tiny animals and birdsong was infrequent, but never outright absent. And, strangest of all…

It is incredibly cold. For a midsummer evening, at least.

Sonic shivered.

“Rue? Specter? Phantom? Anyone there?” he calls out while walking deeper into the forest. No one responds. “Guess no one’s around today. Weird.”

He wanders until he finds himself before Rue’s cave.

“Hello?” He hesitates, before parting the curtain of vines and leaves on the cave’s entrance. He looks inside, but doesn't dare enter.

It’s empty, yet there were deep claw marks on the stone walls and floor, probably fresh. Rue's sparse belongings were in disarray, the makeshift nest of blankets torn to shreds, the lantern cracked on the floor, and the journal gutted, its pages scattered about in a mess of papers covered in writings he couldn't make out.

“What the…?” he whispered to himself.

Suddenly, he hears a deep, guttural snarl behind him. He snaps in the direction of the sound, and his eyes are met by those of a Nightmare- Rue’s glowing magenta eyes, piercing through the shadows of the forest and staring right into his very soul.

“Rue! Hey, what’s up?” he asks as he takes a step towards them, feigning his usual nonchalant attitude, “You okay? You don’t look so–”

Before he can get any closer, however, Rue pounces, knocking him down and pinning him onto the ground. They bare their teeth at him as he tries to wriggle himself away.

“Hey! Wait a sec! What’s going on?!”

Rue roars in response.

He tries to kick them off, only managing to push them just enough to slip away. His quills bristle as a chill runs down his spine.

The sky grew darker. The sun was setting.

It’s coming.

Pain surged through his body like wildfire as he began to transform, fur turning pitch black, gloves being torn by glowing cyan claws. Green markings formed on his skin and fur and quills, false eyes glowing on his body. He couldn’t breathe, purple smoke filling his lungs, slipping out of his mouth.

This isn’t right… this isn’t… His mind began to fog. His body burned. His blood boiled. Something bubbled within him, desperate to escape.

Rue strikes, trying to slash at Sonic, but he barely, just barely, managed to move aside and dodge their attack. He growls at her and strikes back, fangs bared, grabbing their arm and pulling them off their feet, over him. There's a loud thump and a whine as he slams them onto the ground back-first. He releases their arm as they curl up, trembling, clutching at the bandages that cover their lower back as they begin to slip off.

He takes a step back, watching them. Something breaks through the fog for a moment, a split second of clarity.

Hurting her. You're hurting her–

Rue looks up at Sonic and snarls with the ferocity of a rabid beast. They move to strike again, claws ready to slash at him. On instinct, he strikes back.

He bites at her shoulder. Teeth pierce skin, and green blood spills. Rue jolts.

The taste of metal lingers on Sonic’s tongue as he releases Rue, forcefully pushing her onto the ground. His heart pounds in his chest, his head throbbing. Rue whines, but it's drowned out by the pounding and ringing in his ears.

She looks up at him, clutching her bleeding shoulder, heaving. They whimper, ears pinned to their head and tail between their legs.

Sonic and Rue stare at each other. Time seems to come to a halt. Sonic’s blood runs cold.

“Rue, I…” He feels a lump in his throat. His voice sounds wrong, beastly, almost otherworldly.

It didn’t sound like him.

“I didn’t mean to–”

Rue snarls, interrupting him. She takes a step back as he tries to approach her again. He feels his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

“I’m so sorry.”

Sonic kneels down onto the grass. He keeps his head low, shifting his gaze from Rue down to his own paws.

He fought her like some kind of animal. Scared her. Hurt her.

He needed to show her he wasn’t a threat anymore.

Eventually, Rue stopped growling at him. He could hear her slowly make her way towards him, limping. It wasn't long before she was right above him, cautiously sniffing him. He trembled, heart still pounding, yet he didn’t move. He didn’t want to scare her more than he already has.

Rue let out a growl, almost like a question, vaguely sounding like his name. “So… nic…?”

He looks up at her. Sharp green eyes meet pink. “Yeah. Sorry for hurting you…” He can feel something in him shift, energy being released. His mind becomes clearer.

She pulls him in for a hug, startling him. She’s shaking, near hyperventilating. He hesitantly returned her embrace as his body changed once more, the false eyes fading and his quills and fur turning back to their usual navy.

Rue felt warm in his arms. Too warm, feverish, almost. He wasn't faring too well, either. The air felt colder than before. Frigid.

He began to rub Rue's back gently, above the now exposed scars. Their fur began to shift in color, just as Sonic’s had, back to dark teal.

Their shoulder continues to bleed. He tries to ignore the taste of blood in his mouth.

“Hey.” His voice sounded normal again. Or- as normal as it can sound in this form, at least. “Let's go to the twins’ place and get you patched up, alright?”

He can feel their claws digging into his skin as they tighten their grip on him, shaking their head.

“He’s following me,” Rue whispered, her voice quivering, on the verge of tears.

“... Who’s following you?” Sonic asked, keeping his voice as steady as he could for her. He looks around, wondering who could possibly be following someone like Rue.

… It can't be Nox, can it? He fell to his death! He couldn't have survived a fall into a pit of lava, right?

Unless…

Sonic feels a chill down his spine. His quills stand on end, bristling.

“Come on. Let's get outta here.” He moves to stand up, grabbing Rue's paw to pull her up with him.

But as he rises, he catches a glimpse of something watching from the corner of his vision. A figure standing in the shadows. Unreal. Its many-eyed gaze lingers on Sonic.

Observing. Studying. Scrutinizing.

Nope. No. Nuh-huh. Not dealing with that right now, he thinks as he quickly helps Rue up and drags them behind him, making his way towards the twin's home and not looking back.

-

It wasn't long before the two beasts were at Specter and Phantom's doorstep. The air around their home felt so much hotter than back where Rue's cave was, so much more like a summer evening. Warm yellow light streamed out of the windows- and if the lights are on, someone surely had to be home.

Sonic knocked on the wooden door. Bang bang bang. He probably knocked a lot harder than he intended, but he wasn't exactly concerned when Rue was possibly being haunted by the person that made their life a living hell. And bleeding. That too.

“Coming!” He heard Specter's voice behind the door.

The door swings open, and Specter greets them with a smile. “Hi, Sonic– oh.”

“You guys have a first aid kit?” Sonic asked as he hurriedly pulled Rue inside.

“Wait wait wait- what happened? Why are you guys covered in blood? Oh my goodness, what happened to Rue's shoulder?!” Specter began to panic at the sight of her injury.

Sonic grimaced. That’s your fault, Sonic, you jackass. “Yeah, uh, long story. First aid kit, you got one?” he repeated himself.

“Right! Yes! Um…” she began to look around frantically, only to almost bump into Phantom, who had already gotten the kit and was handing it to her.

“Here,” he said nervously, refusing to look anywhere near Rue's injury.

Specter took the kit and led Rue to sit at the table, setting the kit down and beginning to work on cleaning the wound. “Alright, now what happened?”

“I don't know…” Rue shook, staring off into nothing, “I don't know…”

“Something made her panic,” Sonic explained, “She’s bein’ haunted, I think.”

Phantom stared at him, at his mouth, still stained in blood. “And you bit her?”

I didn't mean to. Sonic bit his tongue.

Rue winced as gauze was placed over their wound. “I attacked him first. It's fine.”

“Okay, yeah, that’s not super important right now. Who's haunting you, Rue? Do you know?” Specter asked.

“Nox. It was him. It had to be.” They gripped their arm, digging their claws into their own skin. “He whispered to me. Taunting me.”

Specter and Phantom share an odd look. Did they not believe her?

“I saw it too, y'know,” Sonic interjected, “They're not making this up. He's back, and he was watching us.”

There was silence. The air felt tense. Cold.

Specter carefully wrapped Rue's wound in bandages. “There… let's change the ones over your scars, too–”

Something shifts, the air grew even colder. Frigid. The lights inside the cottage flicker.

Phantom's ear twitched, the bell on his earring jingling. He summons his scythe. “He's here.”

Everything went dark. In the middle of the room, there it stood, a hazy figure, a faded memory of Nox the Spider. Eight eyes shone against the darkness, red and yellow, like those of the ghosts from Sand Ocean, and his face contorted into a sinister smile.

“Hello, friends,” Nox’s voice reverberated in Sonic’s head, “Miss me?”

Rue hurried to stand, stepping away from the ghost in a panic, hackles raised and breathing heavily. Specter drew out her own scythe, and the twins, as well as Sonic, stood between her and Nox, protecting her.

“An unkind reception, as always. Not like I should expect any better from the likes of you.”

“What do you want from me?” Purple smoke slipped from Rue’s mouth as she spoke.

Sonic could see Nox’s expression shift slightly, almost as if he enjoyed tormenting them. As if that was any surprise. He scowled. “Why couldn’t you just stay dead, asshole?”

“I have unfinished business,” he stated “I thought it was common knowledge that ghosts are tied to this world by unfulfilled wishes.”

Specter’s tail flicked. “Well, it’s not like you can destroy the world or anything like this, so why not just give up already?”

Nox chuckled, driving Rue to panic further. Sonic could feel heat begin to emanate from her again as more smoke poured out of their mouth. “Oh, that’s not what I’m here for, silly. I’m well aware of my current limitations.”

All of a sudden, he sinks into the ground, reappearing right in front of Rue and Sonic, staring right into Rue’s eyes.

“I’m here to say my final goodbyes to you, Rubí. You didn’t let me have my final words the last time we met!”

“... What?” Sonic, Rue, and the twins said in unison.

“Oh, you all heard me.” Nox drifted towards her, moving past Sonic- no, through him- sending unpleasant chills down his entire body. Rue stepped back, trying to get away from Nox, until she was eventually backed against the wall.

Before Nox could get any closer to her and speak, however, Phantom leaps from behind Sonic, ready to slash at the ghost with his scythe. “Leave her alone!” he yells as he swings the blade…

… Only to be stopped by in his tracks by spectral webs shooting out of the ground at his feet, sticking to the weapon and pulling it out of his hands.

“Awful rude of you to interrupt me, child. This is between me and her.”

“Oh, you prick–” Specter’s own scythe was ripped out of her hands by webs, much in the same way Phantom’s was, just before she could attack.

“Now, where was I? Ah, yes… my final message to you, my dear.”

Rue trembled, claws digging into the wall they were backed against. “What more could you possibly want to say to me, Nox?”

“Just wanted to remind you of something you seemed to have forgotten in the month since my… untimely demise.”

The ghost leaned in closer.

“You won’t be rid of me. No matter how much time passes. Even after those two reaper ‘friends’ of yours inevitably exorcize me. I know I’ll always be inside that ugly little head of yours, in your worst memories. The one thing left of the past you buried under your thirst for revenge.”

Rue’s paws curled into shaking fists as they grit their teeth at him, growling. “You’re sick.”

“I’m well aware.”

Two glowing blades slice at Nox’s ghostly body, the twins having managed to break their weapons free, cutting him into pieces. Multicolor ectoplasm splatters, and yet, as his form begins to fizzle out, he smiles once more.

“I take comfort in knowing I’ve left my mark. You will never heal, Rubí. I’ll simply return in your nightmares to torment you again, and again… until the day you take your last breath.”

And with his final words spoken, Nox dissipated. The lights of the cottage flickered back on, and the air grew warm once more.

Rue fell to their knees, wrapping their arms around themself, scratching at their own skin and choking back tears. The twins hurried to their side, hugging them tight as they began to sob into their shoulders, all  while Sonic stood there, hesitating to act.

Was it really his place to comfort her, after hurting her like he did? Would he be overstepping? He doesn’t want to make any of this worse, she already had to deal with Nox of all people today. He would want to bother her more than he already has.

Sonic and Rue’s eyes meet, and his thoughts all come to a halt. She stands, slowly walking up to him while wiping her tears. She was silent. Sonic bristled, unsure of how to react, before being swept off his feet and into her arms.

“I’m sorry,” they whispered into his ears. “You shouldn’t have been a part of this.”

“N-no, no, I’m the one who should be apologizing,” Sonic stammered, “I couldn’t help you. Actually, I think me bein’ here made things worse. I’m sorry.”

Rue shook their head slightly. He felt their embrace tighten around him.

“Don’t. Please.”

Sonic wasn’t too keen on turning this into a game of apology tennis, so he just stopped talking, returning Rue’s embrace, and he remained in their arms for as long as they needed. Minutes passed in silence as the twins came and joined the embrace, time melding into what felt like an eternity.

-

Some time later, Sonic and the twins had led Rue to the living room, where she sat down on a bean bag chair and sank into it, clearly exhausted. Specter and Phantom made him go wash the now dry blood off his snout in the sink before they sat on the other bean bag chair, leaving Sonic no choice but to sit on the floor next to Rue.

“Uh, Sonic? We have another chair right here,” Phantom said, pointing at the rolling chair at the desk under his loft bed.

“Nah, I’m fine here,” Sonic replied, content with sitting on the fuzzy blue rug on the floor. He then turns to look up at Rue. “You okay?”

There it was, Rue’s hollow, distant face, staring at nothing. They didn’t respond.

Specter stared at her, a strange glint in her cyan eye. “I think she needs some space. Maybe we should take her back home.”

Sonic held Rue’s hand. “I don't think that's a good idea. Besides, her cave is… a mess. She can’t go back to that.”

Suddenly, the TV hanging on the wall right in front of them started playing music. Upbeat tunes from some kind of game- one featuring a round pink thing running across platforms and sucking up enemies like a vacuum. Sonic quickly realized it was the same creature in one of the posters beside Phantom’s loft bed, right under a Chao in Space poster and another of some kind of white bug-like creature holding a sword.

Phantom held the controller, making the pink thing move along the stage and past obstacles. He was focused, eyes fixed on the screen.

Now everyone’s eyes were on Phantom. Even Rue seemed to have been drawn out from their stupor. 

… He wasn’t trying to be insensitive, was he?

Specter watched him with an incredulous expression. “Dude, what the hell?”

“Hey, Rue needs a distraction,” Phantom answered bluntly, “... And I was kinda already playing this before you guys came in and all of that happened, so…”

“DUDE.”

“It’s what I would want if I just went through something horribly traumatic!”

Sonic thought for a moment. “Hey, y’know what? That’s not a terrible idea.”

Sonic watched as Rue’s eyes drifted from Phantom to the television screen. Phantom had just completed a level, it seemed, and the pink thing was doing a cute little dance with celebratory music in the background.

“What is that? It looks weird,” Rue deadpanned while pointing at the screen.

Phantom's tail flicked in frustration. “His name is Kirby and you will not disrespect him in this household!”

Sonic couldn’t help but snicker at his reaction. Though, to be fair to Rue, Sonic thought practically the same way about this “Kirby” character. It looked very silly, but oddly adorable. It reminded him of a Chao, almost. A very pink and round Chao.

“Yo, Phantom, can I try?” Sonic asked. His interest was piqued, to say the least.

“Ah, hold on, I’ve got more Wiimotes somewhere around here…” Phantom said as he got up to search through his drawers for them. He then pulled out three more controllers, all the same kind, but of different colors.

“Are we seriously doing this?” Specter asked as she was being handed a purple controller.

Phantom gave a blue one to Sonic. “Yes, yes we are,” he said, before offering a green one to Rue, “You wanna play too?”

Rue eyed the controller with uncertainty. “I haven’t touched a videogame in… years. I wouldn’t be any good.”

“That’s okay. I’ll teach you.” Phantom simply placed the controller in their paw.

That’s when Phantom sat back down, and the game continued. He quickly explained the controls and how to select a character to Sonic and Rue.

Specter, having seemingly played this game before, didn’t need any explanation and just got to playing the game with the others. By now, she’d already accepted that everyone was moving on from what had happened not even an hour prior, and that this is what they were going to do.

Sonic had selected a funny-looking orange creature with a blue bandana and a spear, which he was promptly informed was named Bandana Waddle Dee.

Rue had chosen a bat-like character with a cool metal mask and spiked sword named Meta Knight.

Specter was quick to point out that it was “no fair” that Rue took “her” character, but settled down once she realized she could instead play as the blue penguin with a hammer, who, according to Phantom, had “the best ability in the game by default.” Sonic wasn’t sure what that meant or why it mattered, he was just there for the ride.

And a fun ride it was. They played late into the night, laughing and yelling, having fun yet getting frustrated with the game all at once. But exhaustion eventually caught up with them, and the game was eventually shut off after Specter had fallen asleep on the bean bag chair with the controller in her hands. Phantom had set his own controller down and promptly fell asleep with her, leaving Sonic and Rue effectively alone.

The cottage was once again dark and quiet, but the darkness was no longer discomforting. In fact, it was quite peaceful, Sonic thought.

Rue didn’t seem all that comforted by the silence and the dark, though, having grabbed onto Sonic’s paw and squeezing it tight. He squeezed theirs back.

“I’m right here, if you need to talk about anything,” Sonic assured, keeping his voice down so as to not wake the sleeping twins.

“I don’t… I don’t want to talk.” Rue’s voice wavered a bit. “I just want to forget.”

“... Yeah, I get it.”

There was a moment of quiet between them.

“You should try to get some sleep, Rue.”

“I can’t.”

“I know you’re still scared,” Sonic stood back up, still holding onto Rue’s paw, “But staying up all night isn’t gonna make anything better. It’s just gonna make you sick.”

Still, Rue shook their head. “I can’t, I… I don’t want to. He’ll come back, I know it.”

Nox had already been exorcized, there was no way he could return. But Rue didn’t mean that literally, did she?

Sonic let out a sigh. “Is there anything I can do to help you sleep?”

Rue looked at him, deep in thought, before suddenly pulling him down onto the bean bag they rested on, then wrapping their arms around him. Sonic could hear their heart beating in their chest.

“Stay here… Please…” Rue whispered, “Don't leave me…”

Sonic carefully wrapped his own arms around her. “Wasn’t planning on it,” he assured, gently rubbing their back, careful not to touch their scars, “I’ll be right here. If you have a nightmare, if Nox comes back to hurt you, I’ll be here, okay?”

Rue seemed to relax in his arms, closing their eyes and letting out a small huff. They finally felt safe. “Thank you.”

And so, Rue eventually fell asleep, soon followed by Sonic.

But before he drifted off, Sonic’s mind wandered.

It was over, for real this time. Nox was gone for good, but Rue would still need a lot of time to heal, and he wasn’t sure he could help her adequately. He could bring her some comfort, sure, but she needed more than that, and, if he was being completely honest with himself, sometimes his presence hurt her more than it helped. He can’t leave now, though, no matter how much he thinks he shouldn’t be here with her. He already promised he’d stay for her, and that wasn't a promise he was about to break. 

However, Sonic knew if he wanted to help her, he needed to keep himself in check. He needed to get better, too.

Eventually, Sonic feels his consciousness slip, and he elects to cast those thoughts away for his future self to deal with, falling into deep sleep in Rue’s arms.

[smittywing]

FicBit 11: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

So, I will post this to AO3 later today once I take another run through the formatting and such but I wanted you guys to have this first. Thank you for all the love and support while I was hiccuping this out in pieces! And as always, thanks to @reccea for enabling and betaing and everything.

Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

~

Jason knew Tim and Bernard had broken up four days and six hours before Tim told him. 

Jason was starting to learn that Tim did things on his own time, no matter what kind of crazy it made Jason. 

The important thing was that Tim told him. 

“Bernard and I aren't together anymore,” Tim said carefully. “And I thought.  Maybe.  I could take you out to dinner. On a date.”

“I only put out for lobster,” Jason warned. 

“So I don't know if you've heard,” Tim said. “But I have this really good job at Wayne Enterprises….”

-

“I thought Cannon Fodder made you happy,” Jason said over lobster rolls from a shack in the marina. Jason wasn’t any kind of lobster connoisseur but he was pretty sure this was the best he'd ever had.

Tim was in the process of stuffing the end of his roll in his mouth and had to chew and swallow before he could answer. He scowled when Jason laughed at him. 

“I was happy,” he admitted. “Bernard will always be important to me. He helped me learn a lot about who I am and what I want. I might have just stuck to dating girls because… I hadn't been ready to come out. 

“But the feelings I have for you aren't…new,” Tim said slowly. Jason’s heart leapt in his chest. He kept his mouth shut. “I knew who you were but I didn't know you. And then you were - gone - and then, well, I didn't think there was much of a chance.” He shrugged and looked very interested in reassembling his sandwich. “I thought maybe that was my only chance to kiss you so I took it.”

“I might be open to giving you a second chance,” Jason said. “Maybe a third. If you make it good.”

“Shut up, you asshole,” Tim said, looking up, eyes bright and smile crooked. “You know it's going to be good.”

And Jason had no comeback because Tim’s face was lit up like sunshine and this time he had made it happen, had made Tim feel like that. 

“Anyway,” Tim said, because Jason was too busy grinning to answer. “I didn't want to be that guy but I couldn't handle the idea that we might never figure out what this is between us. So I talked to Bernard and we agreed I should uh, take some time and figure things out.”

“He let you go?” Jason asked, because that was fucking stupid of Cannon Fodder. 

“More like…he needed me to make a choice,” Tim said. “And I couldn’t do that while wondering ‘what if’ all the time.”

Jason rubbed the back of his neck because it sounded like Tim was saying he had picked Jason and he wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about that. Though he was leaning toward gloating.

“I just. I want you to be happy,” Jason said, biting the inside of his lip. “Even if that means seeing Cannon Fodder at Sunday brunch.”

“Yeah, well.” Tim poked at his sandwich and looked up at Jason, his cheeks flushed. “Turns out I just want you to be happy, too.”

~

After a stroll around the tiny marina to “walk off” their dinner, Tim invited Jason aboard his boat and led him below decks.

“Can I take that second chance now?” Tim asked and Jason’s breath caught in his throat. It was just a kiss, they'd done it before, and Jason had kissed half a dozen guys when he was stalking the clubs, but somehow he was still nervous. 

“I mean, you did pony up for the lobster,” he cracked.

Tim reached up and cupped Jason’s face between his hands and drew it down to him. “Hey,” he whispered and then he brought their mouths together. 

It was as good as before, if not better for the longing. Tim’s mouth was sharp and clever and Jason kissed him over and over, unable to pull back. They kissed until Jason’s mouth was dry and he leaned in, chasing Tim’s mouth until Tim’s thumb, pressed against his lower lip, held him back.

“How far did your research take you?” Tim asked and Jason was confused for a moment until he remembered how their conversation in the club had started. 

“Nothing that involved taking off clothes,” he admitted. “I kissed a few guys but none of them were you.”

Tim’s eyes went soft and he stepped back just far enough to pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it behind him. He looked amazing, his arms and chest rounded with muscle, but lithe, graceful. He was pale but had a healthy flush down to his abs. 

“Should I?” Jason asked. 

Tim nodded. “Yeah, if you're comfortable. I think you’ll like this.”

Jason didn't wait to ask what this was, he just dragged his shirt over his head and let Tim look at all the scars that littered his body. They itched under Tim’s intense study and he rubbed self-consciously at his breastbone.

“C’mere,” Tim directed, putting his hands on Jason’s bare waist and pressing back up to his mouth. The heated skin of his chest and stomach slid against Jason’s and Jason gasped with the sensation of naked skin on skin. Tim settled in closer, his palms pushing up Jason's exposed back to his shoulder blades, his arms wrapping around Jason’s ribs and squeezing gently.

“Fuck,” Jason breathed, sensitized and prickling with it, unready for the intensity rising in him. One hand was still pressed against his own chest, the knuckles brushing Tim’s clavicle. He fisted his other hand at his side, unsure what to do with it. 

Tim smiled against his mouth and pulled back, bumping his chin against Jason’s. “It feels good, right?” he whispered. “It's not the same with a girl.”

It wasn't the same with anyone and it wasn't just good. It was intimate in a way that was a revelation to Jason and he brought his mouth down to Tim’s again, hungry and needy in a way Jason hadn’t been with the strangers in the clubs. 

Jason’s skin buzzed everywhere Tim’s fingers had pressed into it. His knuckles prickled where they pushed into Tim’s chest. Jason twisted his wrist so the pads of his fingers grazed Tim’s collarbone and the flesh of his palm curved over warm skin and hard muscle. He paused, mid-kiss, and Tim murmured against his mouth.

“Yeah, like that. Touch me some more?” And Jason had to oblige. 

He spread his fingers, spanning the greater part of Tim’s shoulder and pectoral, his nipple a hard nub against Jason’s palm.  He dragged his hand down until he could circle his thumb over and around it. “Is this weird?” he asked because he'd only ever done it with a girl. 

“Does it feel weird?” Tim asked, tilting his head up. Jason considered. “Because it feels great to me.”

Jason kissed his naughty grin and pinched him lightly. Tim shivered and pressed himself against Jason’s leg and all Jason could think was, I did that.

~

Much later (surely much later than Jason’s internal clock told him) Tim collapsed on the bed next to Jason, his hair falling over his eyes. Jason turned his head, pressing his cheek to the blanket and gazing (sappily, but he wasn't going to be the one to say it) at Tim. Tim’s eyes were closed and he huffed a breath upward, blowing his hair a half inch off his face before it fell back over his eyes. 

“Does this mean we're going steady?” he asked, lifting his hand to brush Tim’s hair sideways across his forehead. 

Tim smiled with that dirty, dirty mouth of his. “If I say yes, do I get to wear your jacket?”

“You can wear whatever of mine you want,” Jason pledged, dropping his hand to thumb Tim’s lower lip. Tim bit him then sucked Jason’s thumb into his mouth. Jason was in the midst of calculating his recovery time when Tim released his thumb with an audible pop. 

“So, um,” Tim said. “Now that you've, you know.  What do you think?”

“You mean do I still think I’m straight?”

Tim smiled gently. “I think we left that idea a while back.”

Jason turned his gaze back to the ceiling. “Yeah,” he said. “Well.” He considered. “Can I just like who I like? Whatever they are?”

“Yeah,” Tim said. “As long as you still like me best.”

“Yeah,” Jason said. “That won't be a problem.”

~ 

One year later…

“Is that blood on your shirt?” Tim asked as Jason settled self-consciously into the place of honor at his Wayne Manor birthday party. This year, he had taken Alfred to high tea at a hotel in New York City for their shared birthday, and Tim had taken him out to dinner - a real, stupidly fancy dinner, with real lobster and only the briefest of supervillain interruptions. 

(But then Bruce said, “Will you come by on Saturday? I promise we’ll keep it small,” and Jason's heart must have grown three sizes that year, because he said,

“Yeah, okay, but don't let the demon brat get me an ant farm.”)

“It's fashion” Jason told Tim archly. “Not that you would know.”

“Not that I would know,” Tim repeated, “from someone whose entire wardrobe consists of cargo pants and black t-shirts.”

Bruce had promised to keep it small and for definitions involving the family, he had more or less kept his word. Dick and Barbara were there, and Tim and Damian, who had been given strict instructions about gifting living beings, but the only other person there was Stephanie. Her gift turned out to be a repeat of last year’s shovel talk.

Tim set a box on Jason’s lap. It weighed a shit ton and wasn't wrapped any better than Jason’s gift to Tim had been. 

“I love it,” Jason said, frowning at the mass of brown fabric inside. “What is it?”

“It's a hammock,” Tim said brightly. “For the boat!”

Jason laughed. “You got me something for your boat?” he laughed. 

“Well, Tim said,  flushing a little across his cheekbones. “I was hoping it might be our boat.”

And Jason had nothing left to say.

[bergeronprocess]

I listened to the special Morning Bru podcast with Patrice Bergeron. I like Morning Bru - Billy Jaffe sure loves to cuss on that podcast lmao

Patrice says he's been taking guitar lessons since he retired. I love that for him. He can jam with Tuukka on drums. Speaking of Tuukka, he's been taking tennis lessons with him.

Raycroft asks about the "comeback rumors" (he texted Bergeron to say it wasn't him who started that rumor). Patrice called it laughable. He is skating 1x a week with Raycroft and other former players just to keep up his skills and friendships. (Lee Stempniak jokingly was like "Wow way to say that, like we suck or something" when Patrice said they were skating more slowly.)

He says he's not mad about the rumors. I'll be mad on his behalf. That shit was so raggedy and of course Barstool did it. God I hate Barstool.

Jaroslav Halak has also joined in this weekly skate fun time! Let's remember some guys

Raycroft was his first year roommate (Oh my God they were roommates) and he remarks that Patrice slept ALL the time lmao he was NOT missing them pregame naps

Patrice says he's thanked Marty Lapointe many times for how gracious he was in letting him live with his family during his first season, but that he feels he can never thank him enough 🥹

Patrice was impressed by Chara's work ethic when he first met him. He was spending an hour on the bike at the practice rink lol

Patrice first met Brad at dev camp when he was still rehabbing from his concussion and he saw a bit of his own youthful hunger in Marchy's ambition

He was nervous during the Cup final in 2011 and so he went to ask Mark Recchi how he was feeling. Recchi was calm, thinking only of having some wine and relaxing. So then Patrice had a nice walk around the hotel with Andrew Ference and felt better.

Crosby was his toughest opponent and he always felt he needed to be at his best to face him. But of course off the ice they're good friends! And they worked well together in tournaments

His Cup ring and Olympic medals are in a safety deposit box. His Selkes are at home in a closet. His kids like to go look at them. He and Raycroft both say they need to clean their trophies lol

JAFFE BRINGS UP THE COMMERCIAL LOL

Patrice says Raycroft was the better actor of the two because he didn't have much English yet at the time

They were both kind of voluntold to do the ad

(They have since updated the ad with Charlie Coyle, but he is not asked to drive anywhere on it.)

Jaffe tells Patrice to keep going out there and dangling on Tuukka and Raycroft and them lol

It sounds like they'd like to have him back to talk about other things they didn't get to. Yes please!!!

[destinyc1020]

I love your takes destiny. Some people need to come back to earth about things. You literally never know what the future holds! People might be cancelling half the actors they are salivating over rn lol I’m talking about jlo and Blake hahah or some other unknowns might be taking over. Who cares y’all! It’s entertainment. I personally want to see Tom after his little break, more mature and come back and give me that tony Goldwyn vibes on screen! Amen 🙏🏾

Thanks Anon! 😊

And yea, we literally never know which way an actor's career or life will go for real y'all. That's why it's best to just live in the MOMENT, and just enjoy the ride!

Stop thinking so hard about the future. Some actors get real big and super famous right off the bat due to a huge franchise movie, and then, they drop off the face of the planet and realize that the large fame, and even acting itself just really isn't for them, and they'd rather just live a normal life, get married, settle down, etc, like Taylor Lautner. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Then, there are other actors who struggled and hustled for years, and nobody even saw them coming, and then BAM!! They all of a sudden start getting more roles, and get famous, and end up having a very lengthy and successful career in Hollywood!

Then, there are others, like you said, who everybody liked, but then, they did or said smthg that got them canceled and everyone starts to hate them lol. 😅 Look at Will Smith and where he was just a few years ago for MOST of his Hollywood career! Well-liked, well-loved, admired, successful, bankable, put butts in seats, part of the coveted "A-List" in Hollywood, etc. And then one "little mistake" (if you can even call it that) on Oscar night cost him his entire career. Now, he can't even attend an Oscar awards show as a guest. 👀 He's been shunned by a lot of people, and this was someone who was literally on top of the world in Hollywood for YEARS!

Like you said, we can't predict the future. 🤷🏾‍♀️ That's why it's better to not even try.

Some of these actors you all are comparing or complaining about could make a comeback, or could go down the wayside, or could die in a freak accident ... 🥴 And then what?? Is all this complaining really all that necessary? Like, you have to really put things in perspective.

Anyway, I'm totally on board for Tom making a great comeback to film, and you know I'm all for Tony Goldwyn lol. 🤭

[xotaemintol]

TAEMIN: BACK TO YOU (HC REQUEST)

*side note, I’m not the best at writing fluff lol, it’s been some years since I’ve writing fluff that wasn’t full of cliches or overly dramatic, but I can assure you that after I dust off the hopeless romantic version of me hiding in the closet I will be posting more fluff even outside of requests* (requested by @criistig10) I hope you like it, sorry for the wait🫶🏾😸

Fluff, slight angst if you squint super hard, and (female) idol/actor y/n.

•You and Taemin dated for about four to five years before you broke up

-it was kinda like a twin flame, meant to be, crossed lovers, another half of me, my mirror, type of love, you were basically in love before even dating and when you finally did make things official, you became that obnoxiously happy and in love couple that everyone expected to get married

-Jonghyun, Kibum, Minho, and Jinki often joked that if he broke up with you, they'd be more heartbroken than you just because they were that supportive of your relationship

-you didn’t immediately go public with your relationship, instead, you kept it private and that was fine for both of you since his idol lifestyle and your actor/idol lifestyle can be a little unforgiving to relationships

•unfortunately, your relationship ended due to both of your hectic schedules

-you had just got cast for a new drama with Lee Dongwook and Im Siwan, and Taemin was scheduled to tour with Superm, meaning that you hardly had any time to spend together, you both always found yourself stressed out trying to scrape together more than two hours to see each other but it just became too much eventually

-at first, it wasn’t that bad, but right after his tour with Superm ended, he began working on his solo comeback, so there was no time to be together and go on cute dates or even talk really

-after a while even texting and phone calls became too much, at first you never even worried about texting him since Taemin is infamous for his horrible texting skills, but with that being your last resort you had no other choice but to deal with it

-Taemin tried his best to keep up and get better at responding to texts, he’d text you first every morning and try to respond within at least five minutes, but since you were still doing promotions for the new drama you’d take hours to respond

-just when you were done with all of your promotions and things were starting to seem better, Taemin was once again preparing for a new comeback with SHINee and had multiple reality shows and interviews to do, so even though you were free, he was extremely busy

-it only got worse when you started working on music again, it wasn’t like it was your choice though, your company was adamant about you working on a new album, so in the same year that Taemin had been working with Superm, working on a new solo album, and album with Shinee, (not to mention all of the lives he’d do), you were working on dramas, music, reality shows, and even hosting for award shows.

-It’s needless to say that neither of you had the time on your hands for a relationship at the time.

•You both tried to make time to talk, but it seemed nearly impossible, he was always out either doing photoshoots, promos, shooting music videos, recording, or practicing, and you were either recording for new songs, rehearsing for new shows, doing interviews, or doing promos and photoshoots

-eventually got too tiring for both of you and when you did finally get a second alone, you had your first real fight

-Taemin was upset that you were spending so much time with others and not him and you were upset that he made it seem like you had a choice to

-a hour of arguing later and a few raised voices, Taemin apologized and admitted that all of the work has been getting to him and seeing you get so close with others was making him jealous and it just hasn't been helping

- you accepted his apology, he's always been the first to apologize even if it wasn't ever an argument, if he upset you in the slightest, he'd be the first to say sorry.

•Unfortunately, even though he apologized and things seemed fine, he realized that you were both just too stressed for a relationship and decided that you should go on a break until you were both free again

-it was a hard decision to make, but after he explained that he would only be until you were both done with your current situation, you agreed and decided that it would be the last night that you stayed together

-Taemin didn't want to let you go, he made sure he held you closely and constantly reminded you that he loves you, he didn't want to say anything but he was worried that you'd decide that you didn't want to continue things, what he didn't know was you felt the same

•After just a month of being split, you were finally finished with your insane schedule, but Taemin was only getting deeper into his, eventually, you decided to take a hiatus so you could be sure that you wouldn't be busy when he finished

-you announced to your fans and explained that you'd be back soon and that you would be taking time away due to personal reasons since you had never gone public about your relationship

-when Taemin heard about it he assured you that the second he was able to, he'd come back to you and make sure things would be completely perfect, he even promised to watch that show you had been bugging him about and him being his dramatic self, planned a whole romantic dinner and started to prepare a gift you'd never expect

•But, the day before he finished, he was told about his enlistment, and before being able to go back to you, he had to enlist and without being able to properly say goodbye, he left

-you were shocked when he called you about it, you cried immediately but tried your best to be strong, you didn’t want to worry so much but it was starting to look like you’d never end this break and his worrying didn’t make it any better

-it hurt you so deeply to see pictures of him leaving all over, no matter where you went, you saw pictures of him all over, a poster saying goodbye, videos of his live the week before, and edits of him with Shinee and Superm, it all made you sob, you missed him so much

-but he was in the same boat, fans of yours were posting clips and edits of you wishing for a healthy break, writing about how much they’d miss you and the drama you were in before leaving began to trend so much that he couldn’t avoid it

-the first week of being gone, he began watching other shows you had filmed, even though watching them made him tear up every time, he missed your face and felt comforted by seeing you.

•After two long years of him being gone, you were still on hiatus, the breakup had torn you to shreds and you just couldn't take going back to work

-you expected him to be back sooner but it felt like the universe didn't want you to be happy, his discharge was pushed back three more months and you were left waiting again

-you hadn't talked the entire time of his being there because he used his free time to talk to his family and his members, you assumed that he just got over you though, not knowing that he mentioned you every time he talked to anyone else

-he tried texting you and calling, but every time he ended up getting distracted by something else

•When Taemin went to Jinki's concert (just a month before his discharge) he saw a poster of you hanging outside of the stadium saying that you were staring in a new show

-he immediately looked it up and was devastated to see that it was a romance, the helpless lonely romantic in him couldn't help but spend the whole time thinking of and talking to Minho about you

-he thought about you so much, that he couldn't even stay for the rest of the concert because he kept tearing up and had to leave early

-while leaving he saw a bus with you on it promoting your new single, it only hurt him worse when he listened to it and found out that it was about a lost love

•Eventually though, that last month was over and Taemin was finally back, you waited that whole month completely glued to your phone whenever you got the chance

-you participated in the countdown and posted every day until he got back, you expected him to like the post or at least your story but he never did, he didn’t even see it, but you kept posting

-on the last day of the countdown though, he sent you a lengthy text, telling you how badly he missed you and how this time he’s not going to let you go, the message made you tear up right away, and when he asked you if you were busy that weekend you told him no and canceled the dinner you had with your cast members

•Cue cliche romance in the rain kissing scene, Taemin heard that it was going to rain on Sunday and instead of planning for Saturday he thought the rain would make things more romantic

-if it was possible to max out a black card he would’ve done it that night

-he got the driver to buy three beautiful bouquets of your favorite flowers from a really expensive florist shop since he missed three anniversaries but that was only the start

-when you got to his house he had bought three life-size bears with voice messages in them, one was from the first anniversary he missed before he enlisted and the other two were during his enlistment, he bought three different cakes, nine pairs of expensive shoes, six sets of diamond earrings to match all the shoes, three matching necklaces with all the earrings, and nine bracelets all for the three missed anniversaries.

•You tried to convince him to return it after finding out how much he spent but he was set on you keeping it all, especially since he saved the best part for last

-Taemin may be able to cook a few things, but instead of cooking he ordered your favorite foods to make sure you’d enjoy them, and you did, every second you were spending together made you fall in love all over again, but it wasn’t the dinner or the gifts, it was seeing him again and hearing his voice, the way he hugged you when he saw you and the warmth you felt gave you butterflies that you had missed dearly

-After dinner, you expected the gift-giving to be over and to finally sit down and address the elephant in the room, but Taemin had one more thing to give you, something he had waited years for

•As you entered his living room while wiping your wet hands on your pants, you froze in shock

-As Taemin stood in front of you with the lights low and his two cat babies at his feet eating a treat he gave them to convince them to sit still for a while your heart began to pound, the way he smiled at you gave away what he was going to do next, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight of Taemin getting down on one knee

-As he looked up at you it felt like the world had stopped, the shine in his slightly teary eyes and the smile on his face made your knees feel weak, and when he pulled the small black box from his back pocket and opened it your eyes watered

-“Will you-“ he didn’t even get to finish before you tackled him in a hug, crying as you chanted ‘Yes!’ Over and over again

•Taemin had been planning to propose to you when you told him you were going on hiatus and originally bought the ring two months before and planned to do it on your anniversary, and thought that he’d never be able to when he enlisted

-After you said yes to marrying him he adorably asked you to be his girlfriend again with that cute cheeky smile he has whenever he does something slightly unhinged

-you of course said yes, despite both of your worries that things would get hectic again you both agreed to work through it because being apart was worse than having less time to spend together

-but you didn’t have to worry about it for a while, although Taemin was doing a fan meet and you were promoting your new song, you both had time to see each other and eventually, you decided that it would be a better idea if you lived together

•As time passed your schedule changes and becomes hectic, but with new living arrangements it’s more manageable, and although he’s still bad at responding to texts, seeing him every night makes it more than tolerable.

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Have you guys seen my other post talking about how Ambrosius n Ballister would look when they're middle aged?

Yea okay nvm I drew them together as old men yaoi again bc it's very funny

Ambrosius, you old rascal!👀

I love depicting older queer people being in love and living a calm cozy life with their families bc idk man... It makes me hopeful for the future

Ft. their kid Aquila and their kid-family friend-aunt-uncle-grandparent Nimona being annoyed with them (and I mean- wouldn't you be?)

By the way this post is framed I guess you could tell where I'm going with this

Headcanon time for the Boldheart household when Nimona is 1030yo, Ambrosius and Ballister are in their late 40s and their kid is a tween

- Nimona is a free traveler. She's done so many round-the-world trips that Magellan may choke from jealousy while burning in hell

- No matter where she is tho, she always comes back to Ballister and always shares new things she's seen and new friends she's made - people and animals alike. YES SHE HAS A TON OF FRIENDS SHE ALWAYS WANTED BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT SHE DESERVES!!! MY BABY😭

- She always makes her comeback a surprise: jumps from the roof on Bal's head, flies dramatically, knocks on the door to pretend she's a deliveryman or a postman

- Ballister works as an engineer bc the raw SKILL this fella used to build an arm WHILE having one is unmatched. "If you're good at something, you gotta proceed to get a career in this field, otherwise you're just wasting your potential" © my Asian mom (jk don't do this. I'm no professional artist but I draw bc it's my hobby)

- He probably worked on the deconstruction of the wall. The symbolism would be great + it'd make sense for his character!

- My man is overworking because of course he does. Nimona tries her best to slap it out of him but this man is a workaholic and nothing can fix it I'm afraid

- I have no idea what Ambrosius's job is. Sry😭

- I know it must be something artsy and something which doesn't bring much money. Ambrosius is BLOOMING at work tho. He's doing something he likes! Not something his parents made him do! And he's enjoying it! Knowing he'll get back home to his kid and husband and Nimona and hug them all sweetly!!

- Aquila is mostly B-student who's described as "Your child studies well, Mr Boldheart, but they need to be more active and social in the class"

- Aquila doesn't have much friends outside of their family. Their parents and Nimona are worried about it more than they are

- Nimona made it her undertaking to make sure Aquila doesn't feel the way she used to in a situation like this

- When she's in the mood, Nimona takes Aquila to school by using her powers. It's pretty much the norm for Aquila to arrive to school on the horse or on the back of an eagle or on the rhino lol

If we've started with Goldenheart, I guess we could also continue with them? (a tiny bit of spice under the cut)

- They're still disgustingly in love. Like it's cringy how in love they are

- They try to keep the sparkle alive no matter how repetitive their routine gets

- Slow dancing (which is actually just cuddling and rocking side to side together) in the kitchen? Kissing each other before and after work? Having romantic dinners from time to time? Yea that's their kinda stuff

- That sparkle also includes trying out new things in bed. They don't have as much energy as they used to tho😭 Instead of going two or even three rounds like they used to they'd rather just sleep WJJSSJJAJJWEJSJS

- [seahorse dad Bal since trans!Ballister headcanon is one of my favorites] Ambrosius's worshipping of Ballister's body increased 100x after Aquila was born bc THIS FELLOW MAN whom he loves VERY MUCH beared THEIR CHILD in his body for 9 months, how's that not amazing? A thing this man has for competence of his husband is insaneeeee

- I feel like their love life has only got better as the time went on

- As all parents do, these two learnt how to do everything very quietly

- Nimona could finally sleep calmly thank the creator they had a kid who made them learn

Okay I'm done with spice. Let's talk sweet (aka random ig)

- Bal cracks his joints a lot (grandpa LLLLL)

- Aquila DOES NOT have it good on Father's day

- Nimona teases Ballister for getting older (as a joke) but she's kinda worried about him, since he does get grey hair, wrinkles n stuff and. Uh. She doesn't. So-

I'M SORRY IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE ANGSTY

- Aquila is trilingual so real of them

- Yea the Boldheart household is multilingual. One could say something in English and the other would answer in Urdu no problem

I think that's about it. I blogged this earlier than planned bc I pressed the wrong button but I hope you enjoy this whiplash of my brainrot nevertheless

Heading to school rn. See ya when I come up with new things to talk abt wfvbhhnj!!!