#this is what i instantly imagined should go with this moon so i just made it

[pondering-my-wizard-orb]

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[thewhumpcaretaker]

John getting drunk Santino home (Santino tripped over his own feet)

Hiiiii :3 This really veered off of the prompt aaaaaa it's not exactly the same thing, but it is filled with DRAMA!

(Also, this picture is pure gold. I think it’s saved on my Pinterest in like three places and it makes me feel something every time I see it.)

🖤💙 Walking Home 💙🖤

TW: alcohol, arguing

It was a brilliantly clear night in the streets of Rome. The cobblestones were scattered with flecks of golden lamplight and the moon perched its yellow hemisphere low on the horizon, echoing the distant domes of cathedrals. But John Wick had rarely felt his heart sit so heavily in his chest.

The evening had started off well enough. It was the third day of a getaway to Rome, which John had requested in an effort to keep Santino from working himself to death, and which Santino had agreed to because he never missed an excuse to pamper his “little guard dog”. After sleeping in and spending the day exploring museums and old shops, they’d finally ended up in a gorgeous restaurant and bar that John would never have noticed if Santino hadn’t been familiar with the area. It was there that the waiter mistook them for a married couple. John turned the same color as the tomato passata and said he thought that was very sweet. That he could picture it.

Santino disagreed. “What, you want to settle down and get married? Be serious, John.”

“And you don’t?”

He scoffed. “Me? Married? I can’t imagine a worse life, honestly. Well, I might have to marry for an alliance one day, but - ”

“You’re telling me you don’t see a future for us?”

And from there, things…escalated.

John had stormed out and found himself walking, weaving through crooked streets without really seeing them, replaying the memories of their argument over and over in his head. He winced again, thinking of the look on Santino’s face at the idea of marriage. It stabbed him right in the heart every time, to think that growing old together disgusted Santino so much. But why should he be surprised? He was just a killer, and Santino was a prince.

He found his footsteps heading for the Continental, since he had no intention of returning to the D’Antonio estate that night. Clearly this was the end of things between them. Why did he let himself get so attached in the first place? He was on a narrow, residential street that slanted downwards sharply enough to give him sight of rooftops stretching away, and to see that he was completely alone. He stopped, fought with himself for half a moment…but if he was going to break down anywhere, it might as well be here. He slumped forward into his hands and just let himself cry.

It was then that he heard someone calling his name.

“John, che - che cazzo ci fai qui? Stronzo. Devi seguirmi. [John – what the – what the fuck are you doing here? You asshole. You must be following me.]”

He opened his eyes to see the small, lithe figure that had emerged from some side street, dark curls glowing in the lamplight. He bristled and tried to wipe at his face before Santino could see anything. “I did NOT – “ but he stopped short. Something didn’t seem right about the way Santino was moving. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am! Me and the pinot grigio made our own fun without you. We even invited the whiskey. What do…wait…are you okay?” Santino had reached him by this point and absently patted a hand against his cheek, feeling tears.

“Hey, stop it…” But John could smell the alcohol on his breath. Both anger and hurt had instantly drowned in concern.  “You’re drunk.”

“You’re crying. Don’t cry…” Santino was clingy in this state, his arms wrapping around John’s neck and his forehead butting into his chest. John didn’t know what to do with himself. The impulse was to hug him back but after the way they’d fought, he wasn’t sure he was allowed.

“Why do you care? I thought…” I thought we were broken up… “You know what, never mind. What are you doing out here? Where’s Ares?”

He pushed off of John’s chest again and stumbled a few steps. “I told her to leave me alone! Just…wanna go home…I think it was that way…” Home was not, in fact, that way.

John shuddered at the thought of the perils inherent in an important, highly recognizable man like Santino wandering unguarded through the streets, too drunk to defend himself. Guilt settled deep in his stomach. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that.” He fell into step with Santino, his eyes glued to him with concern and an arm hovering behind his back in case he lost balance. “The Continental is near here. We’ll go there, get a car, find Ares. Okay?”

Santino waved a hand dismissively but he couldn’t carry the gesture at all right now. “Don’t…don’t hover! I can walk.” His shoe hit an odd cobblestone and at that steep angle, it sent him reeling forward. John caught him around the waist before he could go down. He waited to be pushed away but Santino just leaned against him, and this time John couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around him. He felt so damn confused, but at least he’d rather be uncertain they were broken up than certain of it.

As if in answer to his thoughts, Santino let his weight fall against him even harder, pushing him back against a lamppost, and slurred, “Non posso essere quello che vuoi, John. Non sono... semplice. Pensi che potrei essere un marito? Guardami. Un litigio e... [I can’t be wha- you want, John. I’m not…simple. You think I could be a husband? Look at me. One fight and…]” He waved an arm across his dishevelment.

John opened his mouth to insist that he'd be a beautiful husband, even like this, but he still wasn’t done. “Vuoi che sia gentile e normale e non lo sono, ok? Sono un mostro, John. Non voglio sposarmi e vivere in qualche piccolo sobborgo a cuocere biscotti. Voglio metterti in mostra davanti alla Tavola Alta e poi sputargli in faccia. Sputare... sputare proiettili in faccia. Voglio scoparti finché... finché non sarò morto e ti amerò oltre la tomba. [You want me to be gentle and normal and I’m not, okay? I am a freak, John. I don’t want to get married and live in some little suburb baking cookies. I want to show you off in front of the High Table and then spit in their faces. Spit…spit bullets in their faces. I want to fuck you until…until I’m dead and love you beyond the grave.]”

John exhaled helplessly, beyond the powers of speech. He tipped his head back for a moment, eyes fixed on the vast chasm between the stars in a way that made him feel like he was falling upward for infinity. His hands were curled around Santino’s arm almost painfully, twisting the fabric. As soon as he found his tongue again, “È quello che voglio. Non mi interessa un pezzo di carta. E non mi interessa dove viviamo o se facciamo parte della Tavola. Non mi interessa nemmeno se avremo mai pace. Voglio TE. [That’s what I want. I don’t care about a piece of paper. And I don’t care where we live or whether we’re a part of the Table. I don’t even care if we ever have peace. I want YOU.]”

“Allora... di che cazzo stiamo discutendo? [Then…what the fuck are we arguing about?]”

John wasn’t sure which one of them started laughing first, but it wound up with lips and teeth pressed together, and Santino tugging hard on his lapels. And it ended with their gazes locked together, two stupidly sweet smiles matching the big “D” of the half moon.

He pulled Santino’s arm over his shoulder and started walking. “Come on. I’m taking you home.”

[holybibly]

two words. CEO Yeosang.

imagine this: you’re a secretary/personal assistant to a cold CEO who’s beauty is ethereal. you have these thoughts of all the things he would do to you.

one day while in the break room you and your friend were talking about mindless things when the topic of your boss came up. the immediate thought of him made you instantly flush with all the fantasy’s.

little did you know that your boss overheard you guys talking and decided to tease you from then on.

“come here bunny ride my thigh while i work. i see how you look at me there’s no hiding how you feel bunny”

god this man has complete control over my brain.

question; if you call us your bunnies then what do we call you? i would like to say as someone who is a submissive through and through whenever you call us bunnies my brain goes like this: (*^◯^*)

For all bunnies! Unholy Hours is always open, you can send requests at any time.

You're not the only one asking this, do you have any idea what you want to call me, my darlings? You can tell me and then we'll do a poll and pick something.

Hmm, what should I do with this naughty bunny, a? Should I punish you or maybe praise you, tell me baby.

"Mr. Kang, oh God, Oh please." You squealed with a roll of your eyes in pleasure. You were supposed to be quieter, but how the hell could you be when Yeosang was being so ruthless in his efforts to drive you crazy?

Your thighs trembled uncontrollably as his hand viciously slapped your pussy; the wet, squelching sound was too loud in the spacious office of Kang Yeosang, the CEO of Blue Bird Incorporated. My God, how did you end up in a position like this in the first place? You didn't even have time to analyse the situation before you were under the caress of his long fingers.

Your hand was tangled in his soft, long hair, pulling at the strands with a light tug. With little thought of the need for silence, you moaned louder than before.

"The whole office must be listening to you by now, you little bitch. I thought I told you to keep your voice down, Miss Moon. What are your colleagues going to think when they find out that you are not only my secretary but my fuck toy as well? Will they respect you?" To be honest, you didn't really care about the fucking respect, especially when Yeosang's tongue started to circle around your clit, drawing different patterns. Is it worth it to remember this man's talent now to turn his tongue 180 degrees?

As your legs try to close around his head to hold him in place, you inadvertently grind your cunt against his angelically handsome face. In fact, you thought Yeosang's place was there, his face just begging to be smothered in pussy. Your toes curl in pleasure as you come with a loud scream, tears rolling down your cheeks and smearing your perfect make-up when he doesn't stop his merciless assault on your sensitive clit.

"Mr. Kang, Yeosang Fuck, this is too much."

He moaned into your pussy as you tugged and pulled at his hair, the plush walls of your cunt clenching around his fingers as you tried to keep them inside of you. He inserted a third finger inside you and began to move it at a steady, hard pace, your head jerking back. Your hips are pressed hard against his face, earning you a sharp slap on the cunt that makes you let out a loud whimper.

Yeosang grips your hips tightly to stop you from moving. But it does little as your legs lock around his neck.

"Yeosang, please stop. This is too much." Your back arched as he bit down on the inside of your thighs and looked at you with his eyes half-closed. How can everyone in the office have the impression that he's an adorable puppy when he fucks like this?

"Too much? Do I need to remind you, Miss Moon, that you have been an attention-seeking slut?" Your cunt clenched around his fingers at the titillating insult, and he grinned as he continued to slap you. Yeosang just chuckled as he made you squirt profusely, your juices spilling all over his perfectly ironed shirt, causing it to cling up next to his body. He watched as your body writhed in pleasure, orgasming violently, instinctively moving your hips to match his movements, and fucking yourself on his fingers.

"I didn't know you liked being insulted, Miss Moon. Do you always come when someone calls you a 'slut' hmm? Shameful." His grip on your hips tightened as he began to suck on your swollen clit again. You held on to his glass desk as you lay on top of his many documents and folders. His fingers poked and prodded your sweet spot. Your juices stained the multi-million-dollar contracts beneath you when you saw stars from pleasure.

Drool runs down the back of your neck and ruins your shirt, as everything is too sensitive from your orgasm, and each time his fingers penetrate you, you shudder and whimper. You spread your thighs wide in a desperate attempt to escape the endless assault on your clit. But your hips are firmly gripped and held in place by Yeosang's strong hands.

His tongue laps up your juices as if they were his last meal and licks your swollen pussy.

"Come on. I think you can cum again; you're going to need to try harder to keep up with what I think of you." His seductive chocolate eyes looked up at you, and all you could think about was his fingers going inside you, making you wish it was his thick cock. Oh, and Yeosang is good at it, too. Last time, you had to swap your usual stiletto heels for something more comfortable, and you couldn't walk normally for several days.

"Oh! Yeosang." Your back arched up from the table, and your toes curled up. Pleasure washed over you like a blanket as you pulled hard on his hair, eliciting a deep, low moan from him.

Every time you hear Yeosang moan, you think that if he weren't the CEO of the company you work for, he could be making a lot of money from Pornhub.

"I'm cummin' Yeosang!" You screamed his name as your legs closed around his head, and you came again. You fell back onto the table and caught your breath as he finally released your hips and stuck out his tongue to show you the mess you had made. The prettiest boys are always the dirtiest. You realised after the first time that Yeosang had literally fucked you to the last inch of your life.

"Miss Moon, there are still 40 minutes until lunch break. I think you have enough time for two or three more orgasms.

[burning-academia-if]

lost + ???

Lost + ???!

The first time the connection went out had been free fall. It was unknown when the foreign presence of The Voice had instead become synonymous with your foundation. For all the horrors you'd seen, they'd wrap around you as though cradling an injured bird. Their whole soul would flood through you with a fevered desire of protection.

Each stumble, they'd prevent your fall. Each ounce of violence, they'd last out against your attacker. Each heavy thought, their voice would lull you away towards kinder mercies. Once, they had an intruder. Now, they were your protector. So entwined with your mind, heart, and soul, it was as though losing a limb.

You'd felt it instantly, the moment it'd cut out.

So strong and jarring, you'd jolted awake. Your hand had flown to your head, as though the mere action would bring back whatever broke. A small call to them had been met with nothing. There was no tether there.

You were on your feet and out the door in minutes. The dark no longer registered as you rushed through the halls, out onto campus and into the surrounding woods. The wraiths would know what would happen. They could confirm their charge's safety.

Yet, they didn't answer your call.

Groundless, you went deeper into the woods than you had before as if you could find the dead. This had never happened before, and considering whatever strange state they were in, you could only imagine this being a bad sign. An omen.

Then, without reason, you'd felt it snap back into place. Like static cutting back to a radio show, The Voice's presence was back again.

Everything about was faint, "Where did you go?"

'From you? I'm not sure.' They made your fingers twitch, and you'd realized how tightly you'd clenched them. With a deep breath, you made them unwind. 'I'm sorry Little Moon. I didn't mean to make you so afraid.'

"I just have this bad feeling that one day you'll be lost from me for good."

'For as long as you want me around, I will remain. I won't let them take me from you. No matter who they are.'

Their conviction was enough to convince you to return to the dorm instead of going on a desperate quest to finally find their resting place. Then days passed and turned into weeks and it was almost enough to make you forget.

Until you felt it flicker for the second time.

It'd been the middle of lecture, and you'd jumped to your feet faster than you'd registered why. Eyes turned to you, and you'd quickly apologized to your professor before excusing yourself. Mentally, you reached for the connection that should be there.

It took only a second for you to find.

'You called?'

"I thought...you left me again." You swallowed hard. "Just for a moment this time, but..."

How could you explain the feeling? When this all started you wanted nothing more than for this connection to be severed and for them to leave you. But now that it was a possibility staring right at you, you thought maybe you wanted to take it back. They meant something to you now, and this thread was the only thing you had to stay with them.

A part of you knew it wasn't a good thing how you became unmoored the second they slipped away. This connection wasn't forever, you knew. Once they returned to themselves fully, there was a chance for the two of you to be severed. Perhaps this flickering was because it was nearly time.

The Voice responded to the emotions weighing heavy, 'You don't need to be afraid. I'll always be with you. And even if we lose each other, I'll find you again. There is not a force which could stop me.'

"I feel like it shouldn't feel this bad, being alone. Especially when this connection isn't normal in the first place."

'Perhaps. But you've been alone so long, it's easy to believe you'll go back to that again. When we truly meet, perhaps that'll be the assurance you need.'

"I...yeah. Maybe." You wanted to ask if they knew what the flickering was, but you weren't sure you were ready for the answer. You just silently prayed they wouldn't vanish from you forever, as though they'd been nothing more than a dream.

[insomnia-imagines-wlw]

First imagine 🤭 kinda scary, this was heavily inspired by @chrissv4mp Drabble on Olivia which just inspired me so much

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Naturally, you were devasted. You loved Olivia so much, she hung the moon and the stars in the eyes as far as you were concerned. The months you went on your final leg of your American tour were hard - every song you had written for her got harder and harder to sing, until your eyes watered every set. When the tour finally ended, you felt horrific at the idea you couldn’t perform how your fans deserved.

They knew you were upset, flocking to Twitter conspiring what had happened to you. Olivia’s own fans were no better, the anger coming out in some of her songs in a way like never before, and her softer songs hitting her in a way no one had seen. Some fans were taking sides, berating you Or Olivia for breaking the others heart. Others remained neutral - choosing to stay silent on the matter.

But time passed. Many fans forgot about it as the weeks went by, and the dust finally settled.

You found yourself out, an LA nightclub at 2am,the music so loud you could feel the bass in your chest, as you danced with some of your friends. Jackie’s hands found your hips, and you laughed as she pulled you into a close dance.

“You look hot” she mouthed, smirking at how you scoff at her. Her eyes scan the room, and you watch as she pales slightly when she finally spots something. When you go to turn to see what she’s looked at she firmly grabs your arm.

“Don’t” Jackie said simply, face shifting into a glare that made your stomach sink - you had a bad bad feeling who was behind you, so naturally, you looked anyway.

Regret flooding you instantly, Olivia looked good, criminally good. She was staring, her own glare locked into her face, eyes locked onto Jackie’s hand still present on your hips. Jackie tugged you closer, muttering under her breath about ‘pop princess bitch’

You chuckled, against your better nature, turning away from Olivia with a pit in your stomach - you had the terrible feeling that this wasn't going to be an easy night.

“Play nice” you scolded, smiling at the near snarl on Jackie’s face, ever the protective best friend. Jackie remained silent, face souring even further and you felt the presence of someone behind you.

You turned, heart pounding in my ears, as you met Olivia’s eyes for the first time in months. Even with the distaste on her face, she was beautiful, you wondered if you’d be able to even muster up the words to say hello.

“Hey.” Olivia stated simply, before her attention turned to Jackie, demeanour changing like a switch. Malice radiated off her in waves, the sneer setting in before she even spoke -

-“Jackie..fancy seeing you here.” She snarked out, before smiling sarcastically -

“You don’t mind if I cut in do you Jackie?”

Olivia didn’t wait for a response, instead pushing herself between you two, ignoring Jackie’s indignant cry of your name. You called out your assurances, watching as Jackie stormed off with a single wave of her hand. You knew she’d yell at you later, but feeling Olivia’s hands on your body, tugging you near flush against her - you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The heat of her skin, the touch of her hands, it all felt sinful.

“You’re certainly getting more comfortable with Jackie” Olivia commented, a faux air of nonchalance taking over, but you could feel her fingers clench at your hips.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous” you chuckled, smirking at the girl before you.

Her eyes flashed, something sharp and dangerous, and you were tugged impossibly closer, her breath hitting your ear in a way that nearly made me shudder.

“Is there a reason I should be jealous? Does she make you feel that thrill that I do?” Olivia growled, letting her hands run down your sides,

You practically tremble at the way her words run through you, settling right in your core. You hate it - you hate the way after months apart she’s still able to affect you so strongly. She knows every button to press, the exact words to make you melt, it’s a disaster waiting to happen.

“Look at me - is there a reason I should be jealous?”

Her voice is low, the question husky and demanding - but there, hidden behind the desire and jealousy, is a hint of insecurity. If you didn’t know her better - if you didn’t know her better than you knew yourself, you’d have missed it behind the wall of faux confidence she’d built up. She was nervous - afraid you’d say yes. It made your heart break, and soar, at the same time.

“You know there isn’t” you whispered back, your arms wrapping around her waist, and holding her close. The music was loud, and the crowd in the nightclub even louder, but all you could hear was Olivia. The rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the slight tremble in her hands still holding you tightly. It was as if you two were in a world of your own.

“I didn’t realise you came back..” you mumbled, unable to stop the shy smile on my face. God damn Olivia Rodrigo and god damn the butterflies she left in her wake.

“My tour ended a few weeks ago...I’m back in the city the last few days” she explained, her own smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The air between you is fraught with a tension you can’t decipher. Is it the jealousy? The awkwardness of a first meet? The excitement you feel at seeing the woman you held so close to your heart again just inches in front of you.

“I…misssd you.” She confessed softly, a nervous tremble in her lips. “I thought about you..a lot, since we last spoke, I was wondering what you were up to..what you were doing, if you missed me too”

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, blush burning at your cheeks as you take everything she’s saying on board. She…missed you? Even after everything had been said and done between you two?

“I did…I missed you a lot..Jackie has been trying to keep my mind off of you, but half the clubs play your songs and I can’t escape you” you admitted, half chuckling at your own commentary.

At the mention of Jackie that same jealous look flashes across her face again, and you’re tugged impossibly close once more. Olivia’s hands are holding your hips tightly, a possessive action in itself, but then she leans in, lips brushing off the corner of my lips, chuckling darkly.

“Does Jackie touch you like that a lot? She breathed out, letting her hand trail up, until she tangled her fingers into my hair. “Do you think of me when she does?”

A soft whimper escapes you at her words, the flush on your cheeks running down your body with a delightful shiver. If Jackie could see you, you’d get an earful about why once an ex always an ex is a good rule of thumb.

At your lack of response, Olivia tugs - making your head fall back with a choked noise of pleasure. You can feel her smirking even if you can’t fully see it.

“You always did like getting your hair pulled..” she continued, a thick air of smugness enveloping every word. With another gentle tug, she pulls your mouths together, a pleased noise falling from someone - you struggle to tell if it’s your own lips it falls from or Olivia’s. As if magnetic, your own hands began to grasp at Olivia’s body, reaching for any part of her you can grab. Her waist, her hips, anywhere your hands can take hold of.

“Missed you” Olivia murmured against your lips, “so fucking bad..”

The heat rising in the dimly lit club, and the feeling of Olivia’s body on yours after so long is enough to make everything feel hazy, and the pleasant rush I feel is only added when Olivia digs her teeth into your bottom lip, dragging a soft whine from you.

“All those pretty noises…all mine”

You shiver at the huskiness in her voice, the sheer possessiveness of her tone, unable to stop yourself from pushing into her - pressing your body flush against hers.

Olivia’s eyes spark with a smugness, visible even under the dim lights.

“Bet no one’s made you sound like that since I left hmm?” She asked, low and heady, her own chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The question, while possessive and thrill inducing, holds an underlying question.

Have you moved on?

“I can’t say anyone has, no..” you murmur in reply, chills running through your body pleasantly, the idea of knowing she still cares making a warm feeling burn in your chest.

Olivia smiles, teasing and pleased, her gaze turning warm as she looks at you.

“Good…no one else has been..with me either” she whispers, an almost shyness in her voice at the admission.

You gaze at eachother, for a long moment, her firm grip on your hair loosening, as she played with the strands, smiling softly. Your own hands, settling on her hip, squeeze, relishing in the feeling of actually having her in your hands again.

This was a bad idea, right? Being with her, seeing her tonight, it was like taking several steps backwards in the journey you’d taken to try and get over her. Though, as she leans in, her lips pressing against yours, soft and quiet like a secret shared between the two of you - you can only say one thing to yourself.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

“Come home with me..just this once, for old times sake” Olivia asks, letting her hand trail down, to take ahold of your own hand, interlocking your fingers together.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

You let her lead you out, chuckling softly at the scathing look she casts Jackie’s way. One more time, for old times sake, didn’t sound so bad.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

[panlight]

Breaking Dawn has always read like a fanfiction to me. I'm aware this has probably to do with the fact, that Forever Dawn was written before New Moon and Eclipse, and SMeyer just rewrote some pieces of it.

But this made me think - most fans probably have an idea of how they would have liked the story of Bella and Edward to end and those endings might all be a little, or even very different. What would your perfect ending for the Saga look like? You can place it after any point of the story - just after the first book, in the middle of New Moon, around the end of Eclipse, wherever you want.

It really does have a lot of fanfic-y tropes. The big wedding. The over-the-top tropical honeymoon. This is an 18-year-old middle class girl getting married here. Sure the Cullens are rich but she's not an actual princess or something, this always felt hugely over the top to me in a fanfic-y way. And then the baby, of course. It does tick a lot of boxes of the sort of fanfic that imagines what happens after the book/movie/show where the main couple get married and have a kid.

For me, vampirism without consequences is just completely uninteresting. Bella getting to have her cake and eat it too not only undermines all the themes in the earlier books and makes Edward's brooding about being a vampire seem like unnecessary whining, it's also just boring.

So my ideal ending is an actual follow up to Eclipse. Bella and Edward follow through on their compromise plan: wedding, sex, and vampirism in that order. There's no baby; Bella is turned on Isle Esme and spends a few months there on a secluded island with no people (the groundskeepers are given time off FFS Edward can clean the house) eating wildlife and adjusting to vampirism.

But she actually has to like, adjust. It IS has hard as people told her it was. She can still do well at it, but with struggle. I mean, Carlisle never killed anyone either but he did it by banishing himself to the woods and starving to the point that he unthinkingly attacked some deer. I believe it was hard and he struggled and so his triumph feels earned. Bella can still control herself better than average but I wanna see her struggle with it, versus like, one tense afternoon with Charlie and then totally being fine around humans and going to see lawyers in a sexy outfit, no problem. That felt anticlimactic.

Also there should be some fallout with Jake, and she should probably have to cut ties with Charlie and Renee. She MADE this choice to become a vampire knowing she was giving these things up, so for Breaking Dawn to be like "Nevermind! Haha!" about it was deeply unsatisfying. It killed the conflict and tension for Jacob and Charlie to still be part of her life and accepting of the weirdness of it.

For me, the whole point was Bella was sacrificing a lot to be with Edward. That is where the romance and angst lies. Getting to be beautiful and immortal and rich and powerful AND with the person you love AND keep your father and best friend AND get a perfect baby who never cries and sleeps through the night AND conquer the bloodlust in like 2 seconds was just . . . boring. All the stuff I had been interested in seeing how it would resolve was resolved in just the easiest, least interesting way possible. A perfect example: the wedding. We're told that Renee is going to freak out about this early marriage and even THAT relatively unimportant conflict is just instantly resolved with "actually, Renee's totally on board!!!!" Snore!

So yeah. Bella is turned on the honeymoon. It's hard. She cuts off ties with Charlie; maybe she fakes her death, maybe she just disappears. Jacob refuses to talk to her, but Sam is like "whatever she made her choice we're not going to start a war over this." And in this way Bella is actually cut off from her human life and has to start over with the new family and new life she chose. We probably have to resolve the Volturi situation somehow; maybe a trip to Volterra to prove she's been turned and some conflict with the Volturi comes into play.

But ultimately I just want an epilogue where she comes back to Forks with Edward to check in on Charlie and Jacob from a distance. She watches Charlie with Sue (or someone else) playing with step-grandbabies, she sees Jacob, who has stopped phasing and is aging and married with kids of his own, and it's hard. It's sad to see them going on without her. And Edward looks at her like he's about to apologize for the 239470242th time for robbing her of a human life and she's like, "No, the life I have with you is worth it," because THAT's the vibe! That's where the romance is! Her being happy in BD means nothing because it was all so easy for her! Her being happy despite the downsides of vampirism is where the romance lies!

[cntloup]

Heyy, so first of all I wanted to thank you for your perfect blog😭😭 like I worship your writing and GOD YOU'RE PERFECT YOU'RE WRITING IS A REAL MASTER PIECE SWEETIE!!!!!!!💖💖💖💖

At the second point I wanted to tell you something weird😭😂👉🏻👈🏻

Hear Me Out... Imagine Simon with a middle eastern reader 😂😭 I mean yes it's really stupid but it's funny like imagine you're explaining about the middle eastern culture to him like how we have 200 different kind of spices and how we believe if we don't wear a jacket we instantly get cold or like...

Simon: so I should insist on paying the food even though I don't want to?

Reader: yeah

Simon: but it's stupid!!

Reader: it's called CULTURE!!!!

😭😭😭😭

I mean yeah it's really bad but it's funny... or like

Simon: what is this??

Reader: tea with Nabat, drink it up, it'll help you (I looked for the English definition but I guess it's just the Nabat we say😂😭)

Simon: I'm fine I just have fever

Reader: Drink it before I pour it into your mouth myself!

hiii omg thank you so much for your kind words babyyy you've made me so happy im over the moon rn mwahmwah😘🥹😭

tbh it's not stupid it actually makes sense imo that he would meet someone from another culture in his line of work

also honestly im not the right person to talk about this stuff. i know this culture so deeply since ive grown up with it and i mostly resent it and don't really abide by it at all as most of it doesn't really make sense to me (not to mention the ingrained misogynistic and inhumane views all over it) sorry got too serious for a sec🙃

BUT yes it would be really funny to introduce the more fun things to him and id probably do it for shits and giggles😅

imagine explaining the concept of تعارف (ta'arof??) to him like babe you gotta say what you don't mean... say you're gonna pay then hear it back from the other person and go back and forth like that for a few minutes

the spices are REAL i actually love those and the FOOD... best food in the whole world hands down i would cook for him till he gets all nice and chubby all fluffy around his belly FUCK 😭😭😭

and we all know چای نبات (chai nabat: tea with nabat) is the ultimate cure for everything so baby just shut up and drink it, it will cure any disease you have

[not-alien-girl-v]

need more 1975 stuff 😭

Long Way Home (Matty Healy)

warning: tw matty healy, road head but not what you think mentions of drinking, probably various horrific grammar mistakes i don’t edit my writing

note: i’m here i’m alive i am writing this after getting back from the gym and in half an hour i will be going for a walk. miss you all wish i was more productive and could write more so you all could talk to me more (i’m a whore for attention). i have a huge crush on a guy i met once and idk what to do about it. anyways enough about me

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“i kinda have to pee,” she shifts in her seat, trying not to feel like a child next to him. it’s easy to.

“can you wait till we get home? i don’t want to have to take a shortcut,” his tone is mildly annoyed, perhaps irritated, but in a loving, fond, ‘i spend so much time with you i’m allowed to be sick of all your complaining’ kind of way. it always comes from a place of love with him, even when he doesn’t mean for it to.

“i’ll be fine, i guess. but distract me. please?”

he sighs out of the corner of his mouth, a stray curl flying off the side of his face. it’s slightly outgrown, his hair, and he’s put it up in a man-bun, as she refuses to call it anything but a man-bun, since that’s what it is. either way, the front pieces are falling out and it’s tied up in the back, giving his neck space.

the sun set a few hours ago, and the sky, once golden orange and red from the dear departure of the star has long since forgotten what daylight felt like, and the moon is the new light shining on city below, like a star would.

he grips the steering wheel. he pulls it left, turning onto a new street, a less busy stretch then the one they previously drove down. he speeds up.

“what do you want to talk about?” he sounds smooth, if that’s a way one could sound, or maybe it’s just in her imagination, but his voice sounds like it’s made for this, this exact moment. maybe not the ‘having to pee’ part, no, but the moon, the street, the city.

he’s lost, not figuratively, but literally. he doesn’t know what street he turned onto but it’s not one in his mental map of this city, but he doesn’t share this with her.

“i don’t know. anything. just say stuff to me. i like the sound of your voice.”

she wonders if his internal dialogue is anything similar to hers, if he thinks in the same dialect that she does, if he wonders about how easily the sky forgets the sun each night, how warm the welcoming embrace is every morning when it returns from rest.

she’s sure, however, that his thoughts probably don’t include anything about how good he looks in a t-shirt. it’s the most simple item of clothing a man can own, aside from maybe a pair of blue jeans, yet she looks at him wearing it, the way he wears it, shirt sleeves folded at his biceps, the way the fabric crinkles and folds itself at the bottom, resting on him perfectly like it was set out with perfect care, like he wants her to look at him like she wants to eat him alive.

maybe he does, maybe he does all of this on purpose, maybe he’s more than just a stupid, stupid boy and he knows much more than any boy should about what a girl thinks, maybe he’s practically a girl inside his own head.

maybe he doesn’t even do it for her, maybe he does it for himself, he always does say he’s sexually attracted to himself, maybe he dresses so carefully in order to satisfy his desire to be attractive in his own opinion.

“matty?”

“hm? oh, right, i was supposed to distract you. um, road head?”

she shoots him a glare so hard, laser beams shoot from her eyes, instantly vaporizing him in his spot, or at least that’s what it must feel like.

“kidding, i’m kidding, love.”

“you better be. i did that once, and never again will i. lucky we didn’t get pulled over.”

“you gave road head?”

she scoffs, “don’t sound so surprised.”

“with who?”

“well, it was before i met you- well, actually, it was after we met, but we weren’t together yet, you were just that guy from that gay band at this point. anyway, remember two years ago, that guy owen? yeah, him.”

“oh, fucking owen. of course it was fucking owen,” he whines.

“yep. fucking owen. so he had this old ass car. it was really pretty, maybe if i actually cared about the car i’d be able to remember what kind it was or whatever. it was red, if that matters.”

“it doesn’t. get to the good part.”

“whatever. so we were going down the interstate, right, because why fucking not? and there was some imagine dragons song playing because it was fucking owen, and he turns to me and he’s all like, ‘babe i’m so fucking horny right now.’”

she feels a pride in her storytelling skills when he giggles at it.

“so i look down and you know, he wasn’t kidding. so he basically begs me to give him road head, right-“

“red flag. leave him,” he interrupts.

“i did. so i start going, doing my thing when he starts doing that thing where he pushes the back of my head down. and he’s getting rough, like he’s getting into it, and i just wasn’t prepared for it so i gag a little bit but i’m fine so i keep going but so does he. he’s got a hard grip on my hair and it hurts like a mother fucker but i’m just like ‘whatever it’s fine,’ then all of the sudden-“

“you puked on him?”

“i puked on him.”

he gasps, dramatically, in a fit of giggles, slapping his knee like it’s just the silliest thing he’s heard all day.

“ok, ok, i’m not done though. there’s more.”

“there’s more?”

“there’s more. so obviously he was fucking pissed, right. so pissed that he dumps me! figuratively and literally dumps me on the side of the road, and we had pulled off the interstate at this point, you know, not just on the side of the freeway, but still, it’s like 3am and i’m alone, in a small pool of my own vomit, my hairs a mess and i’m a mess too.”

“wait, this sounds familiar.”

“it should. so get this, i don’t know what to do, if i called my parents i’d never hear the fucking end of it, if i called my sister, she’d laugh so hard over the phone she’d hang up. so you know who the first person i called was?”

“it was me. i remember.”

“yeah, it was you. and you came in like 5 minutes, you were there and you took me to your place, and that was the first time i had ever been to your apartment, poor george was so confused why you left so suddenly in the middle of the night only to come home with a seriously disheveled looking girl,” she recalls.

he adds on, “he hadn’t even met you yet, had he? so you were just a stranger at that point. and i gave you a change of clothes and we played a billion games of mario kart on the xbox until you fell asleep on me.”

“we were both pretty drunk at that point, keep in mind, me more than you because i pregamed in owen’s car.”

he nods and continues his side of the story, “and you probably don’t know what happened after that, do you?” she shakes her head, wondering what part of the narrative she’s been unaware of for so long.

“alright, so i was pretty wasted too, and i wanted to be all gentlemanly and carry you to bed while you slept. i had a huge crush on you at this point, but i’m sure you kind of knew.”

“i didn’t! i didn’t know at all, that’s why i called you, like, if i’m drunk and alone, no offense but i probably wouldn’t have called someone i thought had a thing for me.”

“i understand, but you know i would never do that. anyways, so i’m up off the couch and i’m trying to pick you up bridal style, is that what that’s called? i don’t know. so i’m going to lift you and i can’t fucking do it, i almost drop you every time and i’m trying so hard, i really wanted to be a gentleman for you.”

“that was when you were in your small era, i remember.”

“hey, don’t call it a ‘small era’, that’s stupid, i was just skinny and i hardly went to the gym. also did a lot of drugs at the time, but that’s beside the point, the point is: i couldn’t lift you.”

she’s on the edge of her seat, the urge of having to pee completely off her mind by now. “so what did you do?”

“i- i fuckin made george do it. and he was so pressed, not at you, at me, because he had already gone to bed at that point but i insisted on it, so i made him get up, do this manual labor for free, taking you to my bed and all, then we both shared a smoke out on the fire escape outside my bedroom.”

“you’re right, i had no idea, i assumed you did it. it was actually one of the reasons i was so smitten with you so quickly, because even as friends, you did so many little things like that, things you didn’t have to do. it’s how i fell in love with you.”

“well, how do you feel now, knowing that it was george the whole time?”

“hmm, i guess i have to dump you, get with george now, since he’s been doing the heavy lifting since day one apparently,” they both burst into heavy laughter, tears beading at the corners of their eyes, and before they know it, matty’s taken a thousand turns away from the direction of their shared apartment, but with her, getting lost isn’t all that bad.

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[jeanbie]

WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #2 ★ masterlist.

pairing: zeke x reader

genre: porn star au | warnings: sexual content, fem!reader | wc: 806

⏤ Imagine the first time they say I love you. Imagine it spoken at night, roughly, in the middle of an intense romantic encounter.

It’s different this time around.

It’s just two lovers on a scratchy, whitewashed blue bed-sheet, with the silence as their soundtrack.

The room is oddly cool, almost as if completely submerged under midnight waters, a draught carrying with a swooping gesture across the bareness of the bedroom. Well, it could be described as a bedroom; instead, perhaps just a room accompanied by a bed and a large lion-footed chester drawers with one or two shirts hanging from over the edges. A messy, rather sloppy sight that was overshone by the heat and the friction of the two bodies atop the double bed, the world theirs to take. A dappled light shone through the half-open curtains by a bay window, the blinds slanted with tasteless effort to close them moments earlier. It doesn’t feel like how it felt before; a blinding light cast down onto a pretty bed with unflattering drapes, the offbeat pop song that choreographed each movement of your partner. No sketchy, planned, rehearsed scene could even dare to live up to the feelings shared this night between two lovers.

His lips began to smother from the underside of your jaw down the smooth expanse of your neck, kissing tenderly at the highlights. Both lovers already bare, shivers coursing through their veins at every small collision their bodies made; his hands smooth across your thighs, his palms merely spreading them apart to accommodate himself between. Your neck, now but a canvas of bruising eggplant shades and red welts upon your collarbones arches back, and you sigh out in delight at the way Zeke explores your body like it is a treasure map- let him be the pirate.

At the absence of his clothes, Zeke pushed himself deeper inside of you, the safe grip on your legs hoisted up to fit around his waist being nothing but strong gestures of encouragement; a gentle squeeze told him not to worry but to instead, keep going, and so he did. 

His teeth move to graze at the juncture of your neck, whispering moans painted across your skin as his body moves like a wave in, out, in, out; a rhythm only you two can keep up with. He tries- you can see- to be gentle, the way a lover should be, but at the sight of seeing your mouth hanging agape, a pornographic groan erupting from the back of your throat, pride swallows him whole and naturally, he grows cockier and cockier by the second. Catching his lips with your teeth when he figures it’s ‘time’ to press kisses to your mouth, he growls– words caught dead on his tongue.

“Yes, baby, like that,” he praises, encourages, “just like that.”

His hands, shakily, move to hold the calf of your leg, adjusting himself so his final movements can be perfect. As the moon shifts at a different angle, and the light changes, you can see his hips falter and slow, shifting to a grinding pace and his hands move in a stuttery movement, callous palms rubbing across your skin.

“M’gonna cum,” he whispers. “Babe-”

“Let go,” is what you reply, lips ghosting over his own. “Let go, baby, let go, fill me–”

Who is he to deny?

The feeling of your stomach sporadically churning and tensing up, a line of sweat builds on your hairline as he keeps up his pace. Soon, he thinks, soon.

“I love you,” Zeke almost whines, “God, I love you so, so much.”

A groan elicits from your lips- “I love you, too- oh, my god, I love you–”

“CUT!”

The lights switch on, blinding you and almost instantly, Zeke falters to turn his head over his shoulder, staring at the crew with raised cameras and artificial lights, clipboards in hands, the small light flickering red.

“…thinking we take it from the third angle, again,” the director suggests. “Cut the love-ending, too, you’ve gotta keep your audience interested. Nobody wants to see a couple actually in love.”

Zeke nods, “sure thing.”

The crew begin to manoeuvre their gear around the set, chattering amongst themselves as you drop to a thud onto the sheets, disappointment evident on your features. At the sound of your breath slipping from your lips, Zeke looks over and gently- almost playfully- shakes your leg.

“Cheer up, babe,” he murmurs. In contrast to the porno, hearing him say babe just makes you feel more disappointed. “You did well.”

He leaves a fleeting kiss on your leg before letting it drop to the sheet where your body lies, and lifting himself up from the mattress. As the bed rises due to his weight moving, your chest sinks with even more disappointment. 

But you are the only one to blame- what a silly thing to do, falling for a guy you can never really have?

[kerizaret]

I had a silly future wansho short story idea once where they're all working in various places n all over the world or smth but it just so happens that one of them, probably rui or nene, message on their groupchat that they'll be going back to shibuya for a longer while for some show or smth in a few weeks, and the rest are like :0!! i will be in japan around that time too!!

(Cut bc long post 😭)

And they find out that they'll be there in a similar time and there's actually some time to meet up or something. Emu is normally in PXL and I imagined nn comes first, rui second, and tks is the one who would arrive the latest bc he's supposed to be in the other further part of japan and can only make a trip to shibuya sometime later

But they all decide that they should meet up all 4 of them once tks can come too and everyone's p excited about it

But since tks comes latest and the rest can come earlier they start plotting that maybe they should surprise him somehow. And what better way than make a show together??

So they secretly start preparing a show and emu specially makes a reservation for the Wonder Stage to be free at the date they know tks will arrive and all

And then when the time is near (thdyrr already tigether n practice it) they tell tks to come meet them at pxl but come disguised (bc he's already recognisable and they "don't want their star to accidentally be stolen by some fans before they can even meet up" or some other excuse) and tks is like ok??? you're robbing the park of my amazing glory and presence but for u I can make an exception bc I also don't want to waste the time we'll have 😌

And so the day is there and he arrives at the park but he can't find anyone so he's like?? Is he too early?? Until probably a drone or smth flies around him and he instantly knows what this is so he follows the drone all the way to the Wonder Stage where he already finds a pretty big and excited crowd and he's like oh is there gonna be a show?? Do they want me to see it with them?? But he doesn't see wxs anywhere even tho he's scanning the crowd

And the drone leads him to the front seats where it turns out there's a special place reserved for him there and not taken and he still csnt see wxs anywhere but he sits down there since that's what rui seems to try to tell him. And then the drone quickly flies off and he's like hey!!! What am I supposed to do now!!! Bc the other seats beside are taken and not reserved, he realises, so where is wxs???

Until soon after there's music amd the sound of the gong signalising starting a show and the crowd goes silent and the curtain goes up and tks looks back at the stage and oh... there they are

Snd i thought it was a show about the moon (rui) and the sun (emu) who talk about a star that used to be with them on the sky until one day it decided it wants to spread its light closer to the people and became a shooting star to fall to earth and walk around it to grant people light and warmth. And the sun n moon admit they kinda miss the star so they want to visit it on Earth. So they contact their friend the sea (nene) who also helped the star land safely and guided him to the people to also help a manifestation of the sun n moon (probably a sun ray n some moon dust or whatever) reach the earth too and help them search for the star

And it shows the various journeys of thr moon, sun and sea who split up to search for the star together (the sea travels through rivers its connected to to visit various places, and also irs the way they keep in contact - by sending messages through the river n nene gets them and gives them to the others bc she can travel fast)

And they cant rly find the star but all 3 do some good and help the people too and also hear about the star and how its light reached and made ppl happy too. Until finally they catch some rumour thay the anniversary of the stars arrival is approaching and it'll be coming back to the shore it landed on foe the occasion, so they all decide to head back there and meet up and search for the star together this time. And they do that and at first they don't find anything and are mayve slowly losing hope (or time? Maybe the moon n sun camt stay too long on earth too)

But then suddenly there's a flash of light amd tks realises that the spotlight is suddenly shining on him in the audience and he looks up at wxs in shock and theyre suddenly looking in his direction and their worried faces are immediately widened by huge smiles and excitement and call oit thay there it is, there is their star! And start calling out to it as if inviting to join them and tks is kind of, still processing the whole story (and also super thrilled that he can see his friends again and getting v emotional with the story and their improvement both) and doesnt rly move so wxs call out to the audience to help the star hear them and the audience starts cheering too and tks finally snaps out of it and quickly takes off some of his disguise or smth (like glasses and hat n mask or something?) and moves to stand up there wxs are, reaching out a hand to him from the stage to help him walk up and he might already be tearing up from all the emotion and they provably hug or something in celebration and they start talking to him abt their experiences (still as the characters) and tks does have to totally adlib this scene but he couldnt be happier to act with wxs again and who is he if not a star who adapts to everything thrown at him with 12,000% so he also plays along with it as the star

Maybe he is also crying tho (and so are probably the others bc they havent met up all in a while and its v wholesome) and they probably expected tks would be like thay so they prepared a little dialogue for this thays like "ah look thr star is crying!" and they do some kind of effect of a meteor shower or wahtever as if the shooting stars are the star's tears (both to kind of make use of the crying to make it more imteresting for the audience and peobably to make fun of tks like "ha bitch we knew ud cry /aff" but theyre happy abt it) or smth idk about this tho

And im not sure how theyd end it but probably something like that the sun and moon soon had to go back to the sky n sea to the water snd the star still wanyed to travel and spread the light but they all agree to meet up once in a while like that and tell their stories n what they experienced or smth

N the performance ends and ofc everyone in the audience is cheering clapping and excited also bc this is the ultimate wxs comeback and many are their fans and this is like a huge thing and all!! Meanwhile wxs behind the curtain share a litle moment where they just hug for real and get excited abt the show amd tks thanks them bc it was wonderful and theure happy hes here too and they are already making plans whay to do next

But they have to go thank their audience still so they lift the curtain again and end with their "thank you all for coming! We are Wonderlands×Showtime!" To the absolute delighted and excited cheer of the audience

And maybe shosuke n keisuke n sakurako came to watch them too so they come up to them and talk a bit but im not sure

Anywya thays just a little idea thats been on my mind for a qhile

[chaifootsteps]

Dont you find it hilarious (sad, depressing hilarious, not haha funny hilarious) that Vivs endgame was Stolitz, that was the ship the made front and center, but as soon as the show started, it just didn't really work, expecally with the concept of "Higher class demon holds something over lower class demons head that prevents him for doing his job, and they only way he lets him have it is by trading sexual favors."

But then, within one episode, we meet another character that instantly has more chemistry with the main character. Their interactions are amazing, their personalities match, they're on the same social class, and their relationships even fit the supposed theme of "Eat the rich." That Viv is going for.

But instead of exploring this or relooking at how she can improve the cannon relationship or even just adding a bit more shipping fuel for the fans, what does she do?

She buckles down harder on the current cannon ship as it is. She destroys her own character to make him so comically bad that everything that was previously appealing about him is gone. She pushes for her Canon ship to happen even harder and, in turn, only makes it worse. She turns the one half of the ship into a sniveling OWO soft boy who can do nothing wrong despite holding his supposed love intrests job over his head, and she makes the lower class character the bad guy for not wanting to be with him because he's treated as a glorified fuck toy and feels trapped within their relationship. She makes merchandise of the two in which on character looks terrified and uncomfortable when the other is around.

I'm not saying BlitzStrike should have been made cannon. I'm saying, why didn't Viv take what was good about BlitzStrike and put it into Stolitz. She didn't have to ruin Striker. She didn't have to Blitz the one in the wrong with the relationship. She didn't have to make Stolas innocent of everything and have him never change his views. But she did. Because she couldn't bare the thought that what she thought was an amazing ship might be flawed in a really bad way, and that there was another ship that had better interactions from the beginning. I don't think BlitzStrike is directly in charge of how Stolitz is now, but I defiently think it had a hand in it.

And that's why, regardless if what Viv does to Striker, BlitzStrike will ALWAYS be my favorite Helluva Boss ship

Yours and mine both, Anon. Vivzie can turn Striker into a Team Rocket character with visible stink lines all she wants, but nothing will take back that disgusting full moon deal scene, and nothing will take back the way Striker made Blitzo smile in a way Stolas has still never made him smile as of this writing. Blitzo found his damn soul mate at that festival and it sure as Hell wasn't the guy Blitzo imagines pulling him in on the end of a golden chain.

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Pairing: Izzy Hands x gn!reader

Synopsis: Izzy wouldn't peel oranges for, if he didn't-

A/N: I'm so, so, so sorry this took so long for me to write! I really struggled with writer's block on this chapter. Hopefully, the nexy chapter will be published a lot quicker!

Content Warning: mentions of death and self-loathing but othwrwise, I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything!

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T-This was good, right? You sleeping...in his arms. Goodness knows you were completely exhausted after the doctor treated your arm. The rest would do you good. Plus, as much as it made Izzy's stomach knot with anxiety, he...he liked having you this close. No, not 'liked'. 'Liked' was too palid a term.

What was it you had said? When in the midst of begging Edward to bring him to your bedside? Right. You said you needed him like you needed oxygen. Izzy did not just like having you safely tucked against his chest, as you got some well-deserved rest. He had fantasised about this moment for, well, months. Perhaps even from the first day he had saved you.

Gods, just the mere memory of the state he had found you in that day, caused the First Mate to hold your slumbering form just that bit tighter. Back then, he had possessed no inkling of just how intrinsically important you were going to be to him, but now, you were his sun, moon, and stars. His feelings for you were as equally intense as yours were for him and should have been enough, right?

Wrong. Contentment was not yet quite on the cards for the silver-haired pirate. He would have to address some decades-old demons, before such peace was granted to him.

"Gods, you're such a creeper." the sudden intrusion of another's voice, that was not your own, startled the First Hand as his head whipped round in the direction of the newcomer.

"Spriggs." Izzy breathed a sigh of relief. Usually the sight of Lucius sent a spike of rage through his persons but for once, the silver-haired pirate was rather pleased it was a...hm, not quite a friend but at least it was not a foe.

The obvious sway in the Scribe's gait was very telling as he stepped into the room, leaving the door ajar in his wake. It did not take a genius to deduce that he had been drinking. Though, Izzy could not recall a time he had ever seen the young man quite so inebriated. The thought instantly put the First Mate on edge. Drunk people could be...erratic at the best of times, especially lightweights. The silver-haired pirate did not want any trouble, especially while you were in such a bulnerable state.

"Dizzy." Lucius greeted his superior, voice slightly louder than intended.

"Keep your voice down, they're sleeping."

"Yeah, I can see that."

Noticing the half-drunk bottle of- what even was that?- nondescript alcohol in Lucius's hand, Izzy nodded towards the beverage. "Drowning your sorrows or celebrating?"

"A bit of both." the smile that graced his lips, did not quite reach the man's eyes. The usual twinkle of mirth was replaced by an emotion more akin to pain. "The doc said Pete'll hopefully pull through. Just a matter of when now."

"That's good to know." Izzy nodded and genuinely- but more so, surprisingly- he was honest to goodness glad that the Lucius and Pete had both survived the storm. With you in his life, Izzy could now empathetically imagine the pain either men would have felt, had the other perished aboard The Revenge. Well, overboard in Pete's case.

"I've been told I have you to thank for that."

"Just doing my duty as First Mate." Izzy shrugged, as if he were in the casual habit of saving lives on a daily basis. "Don't make nothing into something." the reality of the matter was that, Izzy wanted to completely forget about the storm. Even now, the First Mate could still feel the ice cold grip of the unpleasant memories, pulling his attention away from the present and back to the sight of red...staining the storage floor.

"Yeah, well. Still. Thanks, I guess or whatever. Fuck, I don't know." he gave mirthless laugh, while running a weary hand over his face. What a twist of fate! The disagreeable Isreal Hands had been the one to save the love of his life. Calypso must have really had fun concocting that series of unfortunate events. If the entire situation had not been so dire, Lucius may have found the humour in the mind-boggling concept. Still, the Scribe was at least thankful that the First Mate had been competent enough a pirate to rescue Pete. It chilled him to the core to consider the alternative. Both men could have easily have lost their lives to the storm. Then both you and Lucius would have suffered with a broken heart.

The subsequent yawn from the young man, did not escape Izzy's hawk-like gaze. "You should get some sleep."

"Could say the same to you." Lucius grinned, dopily. Already thinking about taking residence beside Pete, in the narrow single bed, as he had done every single night, since the crew had deposited themselves in the inn.

"But you won't 'cause you're gonna do as you're fucking told, right?" once upon a time, those words would have been spat with such malice but now, after everything that had happened, Lucius dared to believe that the slight smirk that played upon Izzy's lips, was real and not something conjured up by his drunkenly hazy mind.

"Heh, I suppose I am." he chuckled, already moving to turn his back on the First Mate but before he could fully exit out of the room, he had paused in the doorway, with his had rested upon the chipped frame. "You know, you should actually tell them how you feel, instead of just staring. Just some food for thought." he added, before he disappeared out of sight and into the darkness of the hallway. "Night, Dizzy."

"Twat." the lone man grumbled, only for his gaze shift to you, when you slightly stirred in your sleep. Mumbling something that almost resembled his name.

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The next day.

Skilled fingers took their sweet time in removing the fragrant rind, causing citrus perfume to fill the air and make your mouth water in anticipation. Separating a segment from the bunch, the silver-haired pirate pressed the delightfully sweet treat to your lips. "Open." he gently commanded, smiling to himself, as you complied without hesitation. The sigh of contentment from you prompted Izzy to fed you another slice, before he helped himself to some of the orange.

And so, the day slipped languidly from morning to late evening. The sun warming everything in it's sight, transforming the Republic of Pirates from sunflower yellow, to vivid gold. The ocean melted into the sky, solid cerulean blue, punctuated with lamb's wool clouds. Crickets chipped and pirates cussed, beckoning you to leave the confines of your room. There was a world beyond the inn, calling to be explored by your curious gaze but for now, you were happy to indulge in a well-needed rest.

The steady heartbeat of your beloved, thumped steadily, as you lay your head back down against his chest. The unusual coarse leather of his waistcoat forgotten, thrown precariously over a nearby chair, in favour of a linen shirt. A far better suited material for such humid climates.

Popping another orange segment into his mouth, Izzy chewed thoughtfully, the rare quiet allowing for time for much-needed contemplation. The conversion with Spriggs played over and over in his mind. Melding and blending with with your own revelations. He could seldom believe that you actually felt so deeply for him. Did you truly mean your words, when you said his presence made it easier for you to breathe? The fear-driven voice in his head, cautioned him to not mention anything but the curiousity was eating him alive. "So, I'm your Stede fucking Bonnet, aye?"

You visibly tensed in his hold and for a moment, he feared the worst but the dusting of blush that warmed your cheeks, suggested that perhaps, you were more embarrassed at being caught saying such cherished sentiments. "You heard me say that?" you giggled, the sound immediately put the First Mate at ease. His instincts had not failed him. Maybe now his inner monologue would be kinder to him? Unlikely. "I meant every word, you know."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He pauses once more, thinkjng over your admission. Though you had no reason to lie and nothing to gain from garnering the affections of the ship's First Mate, Izzy still could not quite wrap his head around the exact reason behind your attraction towards him. "Why?" he stated plainly, needing you to spell it out for him.

The one word caused you more heartache than he would ever know. "Oh, Iz..." you sighed, hating that he evwn had to question you.

He mistook the anguish in your gaze for pity. Something ugly reared it's head, twisting and snarling in the cavern of his chest. Of course, that's what this was, pity. The self-hatred whispered, finding glee within it's malicious words. No one could possibly ever love him. He was good enough for someone as kind as you, as pure..as..as... "I don't need your fucking pity, crewmate." he snapped back but there was no real bite to his bark.

"M'not pitying you, Iz. I'd never disrespect you like that." you did your best to reassure him, as you curled up closer in his now slack embrace. Arms loosely holding you, with no real intent in keeping you secure in his embrace. You missed the contentment and peace that had settled over you both, just mere moments ago. Despite his close proximity, Izzy may have well been miles away. You hated that you were losing him to his own damned mind. "But it's true. Existing is just easier when I'm around you. I can't really explain why. I just know what I feel. You make me happy. Really happy." you spoke with urgency, as you fwlt your bond slipping through your fingers. Hell, you were close to balling up his shirt in your fists and giving the man a good hardy shake. Or a bruising kiss- you were yet to make a final decision.

Your confession brought nothing more than an extended silence. This one far less comfortable to endure. "Look, ignore me. I'm...I'm not asking any sense and besides, you might not even think of me like that-"

You continued to ramble but Izzy was still mulling over your prior words. He made you happy. You had said, explictly and without being under duress. He made you...happy. What else had you said? Oh, right! Being around him made existing easier. Gods, he could not just sit there, looking dumbfounded, as you tried to backtrack on your confession. Say something, man! Say something! "I might not be all flowery with my words like Bonnet but that doesn't mean..." he murmured, cutting through your babbling and effectively silencing you, as you waited with bated breath for him to finish his train of thought. Watching you now, with your wide, hopeful eyes, Izzy hated to admit it but Lucius had been right. Even now, all he was doing was staring at you, instead of actually vocalising just how much he adored wvery fibre of your being. "Fucking Spriggs." he muttered, angry at himself...and maybe the scribe. Just a little bit.

"Spriggs?"

"Ignore that. Look, I wouldn't be sat here peeling fucking oranges for you, if-" but before he could utter a further sentiment, a playful rat-a-tat-tat sounded against the oak door. Disrupting the pirate's train of thought and instantly putting him in a foul mood. Gods, was there no such thing as privacy in this place? "Oh, for fucks sake. Come in!"

Speak of the evil one and he shall appear. No other than Stede Bonnet, popped his head around the door, wearing that usual dopey grin of his. "Hello! Just me." he cheerfully greeted you both, completely unaware of the emotionally charged moment he had just unintentionally poured a proverbial bucket of water over.

The First Mate's disdain for the Gentleman Pirate could not have been more palpable. If looks could kill, the blonde would have been dead a thousand times over. "What do you want, Bonnet?"

Somewhat sheepishly, Stede explained, "I thought you should know that Frenchie is finally awake. He should be well enough for visitors later on and-"

"That's great. Can you fuck off now please?" the grin that played upon Izzy's lips was merely a formality. There was nothing friendly about his tone, nothing that actually suggested that he was pleased to have received the update.

"Right, sorry!" the co-captain said with a laugh, finally recognising that he may, in fact, not be exactly welcome in the room. Of course, you were always- mostly- happy to chat with the man but since his arrival had cut short Izzy's confession, even your hospitable personality was wearing thin. "You two were probably in the middle of something. I'll pop by later."

"Oh, deep joy!"

"Izzy!" you chastised your beloved, horrified at just how rude he was being now. Watching the other man quickly make his exit, you did not hesitate to use the little energy you possessed to swat the silver-haired pirate on the arm. "You gotta start being nicer to him. Stede's a good Captain." the quirk of Izzy's eyebrow had you sighing, knowing full well that, you had told a bold faced lie. "Okay, he's a good guy but a shitty Captain."

Much to your annoyance, your admission earned you a smug look in return from the silver-haired pirate. "That's better." he muttered, settling himself back down against the pillows, dragging you down along with him, to once again, rest against his broad chest.

The previous calm fell over you both once more, as you felt yourself lulled into that welcome sense of security. Whilst in Izzy's hold, it felt like nothing insidious could ever befall you again. He truly was you guiding lighthouse in the storm of life. As the minutes slipped by, the window of opportuniry for the pirate to finish his previous sentence, grew shorter and shorter. Unable to take the silence anymore, you felt yourself moved to say something. "Moments kinda been ruined, huh?" you joked but there was funny in what you asked. Internally, you were screaming for an answer. What had the First Mate intended to say to you, before he was so rudely interrupted?

It was Izzy's turn to tense beneath you and blush tomato red, as he struggled to utter a single syllable. Gods, there was so much he wanted to say and yet, words escaped him. How did you and Stede fucking Bonnet express yourselves so freely? You may as well have spoken in sonnets, in comparison to his fumbling attempts to express just how dear you were to him. No, no! It was all too much, too overwhelming. He could not do it! Abort mission! Abort mission! "I think I just need some time to...to think things over." he eventually grumbled, as he watched your expression carefully, just waiting for the inevitable disappointment to mare you features.

He should have known better by now, not to expect such a negative reaction from you. Much to Izzy's surprise, you offered him a smile.

Hiding your heartbreak well. It would not be fair to him, you mused, to expect declarations of love, from a man of such few words. Live languages were funny like that. Each person had a different way of expressing their emotions. Perhaps yours was through praise, promises and sweet nothings but had your beloved said, not only a mere hour ago, that he would not peel you an orange, if he did not care? Maybe Izzy's love language was acts of service. Yes, yes, that was it! "That's okay, I understand." and you meant it, every word.

That was not enough for the silver-haired pirate, who still feared his inadequancies would be his ruination. "Hey," he caught your chin with his fingers, gently tilting your head to look back up at him. "That doesn't mean I don't fucking care about you, okay?" an intensity unlike anything you had ever witnessed before, burned in those captivating eyes of his. "Just...just be patient with me."

"Oh, Iz." you grinned at him further, with nothing but adoration twinkling like the brightest of stars in your eyes. "I'd wait until the end of time for you."

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The following morning.

The knock on the door was indeed a surprise for the Captain, as he wiped his mouth free of crumbs. Whilst interruptions at breakfast were common on the ship, at the inn, there had been a lack of daily visitors to their quarters. Stede could not imagine who would be wanting his attention so early in the morning.

His own amour was not one to wait outside the door of their shared accommodation. Usually, Ed just left and returned as he pleased. That particular daybreak being a prime example of such behaviour. Stede had awoken to find his boyfriend's slumbering form, absent from their bed. All that had been left in his wake, was a sweet note, reading, 'Gone fishing. Be back later. I love you. Ed x'

So, with the other pirate most likely being confined to a small row boat for the better part of the day, there was no telling who stood beyond the closed door. Stede's initial consideration was that, it was the doctor, coming by to deliver an update on the patients (or asking for more money). However, as the Captain recalled but a moment later, the physician was not due to check in on his patients until at least noon. So, that ruled him out as a potential caller.

The next round of persistent thuddings knocks, had a now aggrieved Gentleman Pirate up on his feet and casting his napkin aside. "Alright! Alright! No need fo break the door down, I'm coming!" well, really! Could a man not enjoy his jam and toast in peace? He thought in a huff, knowing that nothing good could possibly await him at such a time of day.

Swinging the door open, perhaps a tad more aggressively than he had intended too, the blonde came face to face with that oh-so-familiar scowl, he had come to absolutely loathe. Especially when it was directed solely at him. Despite his grievances, Izzy presence darkening the door was indeed a cause for concern.

The First Mate was now so intrinsically associated with you and your wellbeing, that Stede felt a sudden rush of panic, at the assumption that further ill-fate had befallen you. Sensing the other man's worry, Izzy suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. As if he would rely on Stede fucking Bonnet an actual crisis! "I'm not here about (Y/N)'s health."

Although, credit given where credit was due, he had been...pretty helpful during the storm and Izzy supposed that, Stede had played a vital role in keeping you in a stable condition, until they had arrived in the Republic of Pirates. Plus, he was the only one the silver-haired pirate could talk to about such a personal and pressing matter. "I need your help but if you breathe a word of this to anyone, especially Edward, I will cut your tongue out." Izzy threatened, his patience already wearing thin. Fuck, life really had been turned up on it's head since the storm. First the conversation with Spriggs, now Bonnet? Calypso really was having her fun toying with their lives, huh? She was certainly enjoying making Izzy's just that bit more unpleasant.

Though Stede liked to think the other pirate to be more bark than bite, he was not going to take his chances, only to find himself inpaled in the gut. Again. Taking the threat to heart, the Captain duly nodded, before stepping to one side, leaving enough room for Izzy to pass by him. "In that case, you had better take a seat. I'll pour us some tea."

[ultravioart]

This is so frustrating for me because I just want to play a fun open world monster tamer with cutsey visuals online, it is wild that the genre has so many immoral companies/games.

Pokemon has let me down tremendously (last mainline i bought was moon, i tried ultra moon day 1 and returned ultra moon the next day bc it was way too similar), I have tried pokemon sword (yarhar) and pokemon Scarlet (friend let me play it) and the quality is not where it should be, too much is rushed, buggy, laggy, and the cut content is so obvious.

SV dropped the ball with the story plot in later DLCs which stinks bc the initial eldritch horror Area Zero set up they had in the base game was amazing. I also really loved what the devs were able to get done with the character development bc it felt like World Ends Club character depth... but with the unethical deadlines the Pokemon game devs face, I can't see myself purchasing new pokemon games. It feels gross. I also haven't liked most mon designs these past gens, they lack the sharp angles with curves artstyle i adored in earlier gens. Think Scizor, Charmeleon, Luxray, Deoxys, Jiratchi, etc. Pokemon have become more rounded/obviously plushie-fiable and overdesigned. And the art was the main draw to pokemon for me, not the battles.

And then there was Ni no kuni mobile (I had not played the main games but I did watch playthrus, I saw the mobile game launch announcement, and was excited to try-- only for Ni no Kuni mobile to announce it was going to add a blockchain play to earn model. I instantly uninstalled it.)

And now Palworld (Pocketpair without permission lifting from a Mega Delphox fan design, company previously published an unethical ai generator party game, and the Pocketpair social medias flirted with NFTs.)

At this point I might just give up trying to financially support games. Watching youtube playthrus is free and if it's really that interesting I can try demos or yarhar.

Free to play games are probably the only games I'll be playing, but there's a whole unethical monetization practice that is common with that model too. :( i am autistic and have OCD so i take offense to games that encourages unlimited micro transactions, as it's often ppl with ocd and autism that are preyed on by these predatory monetization systems. Whales should never be normalized, Whales are gambling addicts and need help. I am really hoping Overwatch 2's monetization changes due to the recent buyout but I don't have my hopes up.

Like, I am so jaded i might just make a pokemon fangame or hobby into making my own monster tamer at this point fr lol. I have ideas for both a pokemon fangame and an original ip, I would just need to set a schedule to making it.

Pokemon fangame would be easiest I imagine, 2d game pixel sprite work is much easier than 3d modeling and I can use pre-made assets.

Original monster taming IP would be harder, probably a 2d game, bc 3d is much harder to make due to how long it takes to model and rig and animate everything.

Idk tho. Might just remain a world building hobby tbh.

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A low growl woke Seungcheol up.

 

It hasn't been that long since he came back home, and his body was aching from the lack of sleep. He could feel his eyes brining, demanding to go back to his bed.

 

He could hear Jeonghan complaining from the room next to him and the footsteps walking to the door.

 

If it hadn't been Jeonghan, then it could only mean it was Jihoon. Seungcheol felt kind of strange because he usually could recognize his little pack's growls by heart.

He paid attention to the rest of the house. He could easily hear Jeonghan's movements and heartbeat.

 

Sighing, he get out of his bed, his body instantly missing the warmth of his blankets.

 

When he got out of his bedroom, he found Jeonghan's head picking out of his bedroom.

 

"Why is he even up now?" He cried, "was his time to go on rounds already?"

 

"No," Seungcheol frowned, "he shouldn't be up for at least another hour."

"Neither should I." Jeonghan complained, closing the door. Seungcheol could hear the other man getting back to his bed.

Another growl, this time louder than before, sounded through the entire house. Another one responding to it a couple of seconds later.

Seungcheol couldn't run faster, even if he wanted to.

Skipping the stars, he jumped (almost flew) until he reached the front door. The cold night helped him get rid of the sleep that was barely there.

 

Seungcheol couldn't see Jihoon near the house, but he could hear him in the forest, a couple of meters away from the house he had built himself with the woods from said forest.

He felt his body getting smaller but wilder as the human started changing his form. Using his four paws, he rushed towards the youngest member of his pack.

 

Jihoon was, as a matter of fact, a really explosive person. He could easily go from a cero to an oke hundred in a blink of an eye, so when Seungcheol heard him outside, the first thing he imagined was that he had probably been woken up by a stray dog or any other wild animal.

 

Jihoon's fur was almost invisible to a human eye at that time of night, in the middle of the forest. The black easily disappeared into the shadows of the big three with the almost unnoticeable moonlight.

 

Seungcheol's eyes caught the brown parts better than the black ones, so he managed to find Jihoon quickly.

 

The wolf in front of him was completely tense; his fur was standing, and he was trying to intimidate an unknown wolf by constantly growling and getting into its space, attempting to look bigger than what the wolf actually was.

 

Seungcheol growled strongly, getting both of the wolves in front of him (his pack's member and the unknown one) surprised.

Jihoon moved aside to give Seungcheol enough space to look at what Jihoon felt was a threat as the alpha of his pack approached them both.

Jihoon hated it when Seungcheol showed up; it made him feel small as his wolf couldn't help but obey the wolf it recognized as the alpha.

 

Seungcheol wasn't that bad, of course not, but having someone who wasn't that older comparing Seungcheol to himself, ordering around, and telling him what to do (even if it was to keep him safe) was annoying and infuriating.

Jihoon guessed Jeonghan wasn't as annoying as Seungcheol was, as the other wolf just made sure to do his part and get away from him for the most part of the day.

The wolf in front of Seungcheol moved several steps back, trying to make as much space as possible with the bigger wolf.

It had deep brown fur that could easily be mistaken for mahogany brown. It was bigger than Jihoon, but it was slimmer. The wolf figure reminded Seungcheol a lot of Jeonghan's wolf form, except for the fur color.

 

The wolf had its tail between its legs, and his head was bowing so low that it almost touched the grass.

 

Seungcheol couldn't find himself thinking that the wolf was threatening in the slightest, but since it was an unknown wolf, he could see where Jihoon was coming from with his reaction.

"What is this?" He asked Jihoon; he wanted to hear or see if Jihoon decided to show him instead of talking before deciding what could be the best take on what to do with the wolf in front of him.

He couldn't smell any other wolf marks on him, nor any wolf scent, so it was easy to tell the wolf in front of him was a lonely one.

"I woke up, and it was wandering near our house." Jihoon answered, responding to Seungcheol's alpha voice without much choice.

"Was it alone?" Seungcheol asked, already predicting the answer he was about to get.

 

"I couldn't smell anyone else."

 

Seungcheol ordered Jihoon to go back home, deciding that the wolf could be easily taken care of without anyone's help.

 

If Jihoon had been in his human form, Seungcheol knew he would be already rolling his eyes, but the wolf didn't pay him more attention as he didn't want to get distracted from the other one.

 

"And apologize to Jeonghan for waking him up." He added.

 

The smaller wolf growled in anger in response.

Seungcheol switched back into his human form to make the other wolf more at ease, knowing how frightening it could be to not know anyone with the same condition as the one you had.

 

Seungcheol sat down, moving his legs to cover his nudity. He could tell the wolf in front of him was a male one, so it wasn't like it would see something he'd never seen before on himself, but still, getting naked in front of someone you weren't close to was always awkward.

The wolf's posture relaxed his visibility as soon as he was left alone with Seungcheol.

"You can transform back if you want." Seungcheol invited him. "I'm Seungcheol, by the way. Sorry for Jihoon's reaction earlier, but you entered our territory."

The wolf sat, its eyes not really meeting Seungcheol's, so as not to make the human feel like the wolf was challenging his authority.

 

"Do you know how to transform back?" Seungcheol asked. The wolf shook its head, and Seungcheol was taken aback by this. "Is this your first transformation?"

 

The wolf moved its head up and down.

 

Seungcheol had never met someone who was this calm during their first transformation. It was usually painful, and the sensation of disorientation was prominent as your senses were way higher as a wolf than as humans.

Not to mention that if you didn't know in advance that you were going to, eventually, transform into a scary wolf, it could be scary.

 

"Do you understand what's happening?"

 

The wolf didn't move to answer Seungcheol's question this time. And Seungcheol took the lack of an answer as a negative.

 

"Well, you're a werewolf. Someone in your family must have been a werewolf as well. Do you know anyone in your family who may be a werewolf? Maybe your dad? Or your grandfather?" The wolf shook its head again. "It can also be a woman in your family, but the possibility of a woman being a werewolf is kind of..." Seungcheol mumbled more to himself than to the wolf. "Some people are born with a werewolf gene; if it wasn't the case for your parents or grandparents, it can be from maybe older generations. Having the gene doesn't mean you get to transform; sometimes the gene is just, let's say, sleeping, okay? And when you reach a certain age, it wakes up. In your case, it woke up, but maybe for your parents it didn't. And it would never wake up."

 

Seungcheol tried not to think too deeply about the explanation; it was hitting too close to home for him. Being alone, not understanding what was happening to him...

 

"Do you have siblings?"

 

The wolf moved its head up and down once again. "Well, maybe some of them might transform as well; maybe they wouldn't, and you'll be the only one. There's not really a way to tell; you just have to wait and pray that you're not the next, or maybe yes, if that's what you want to be. But I've heard more people praying to take the wolf away from them or to avoid it all together than to be one, if I'm being honest."

"If this is your first transformation, your wolf will want to spend more time with you. Let it enjoy this new reality. When it feels like it has had enough, it will step back, and you'll be able to transform back into your human form." Seungcheol informed him that the wolf didn't seem to be scared or nervous, which made Seungcheol feel weirded out, but to each their own. Maybe the man behind the wolf thought it all made sense; who knows? "Each wolf takes their own time, but I've never seen someone take more than a week and a half, so give it time. You've got to get used to all these new changes."

They both exchanged looks. Well, it was more like Seungcheol looking at the wolf's eyes and the wolf looking somewhere near Seungcheol's head.

 

"Do you have somewhere to stay until you come back to your human form?" Seungcheol asked, standing up, ready to go back to the house. "You can stay with us. There are some more of us here, and you're welcome to join us. Think about it, and when you're back in your human form, let us know what you decide. Okay?"

 

Seungcheol took the wolf to the house. Jihoon was sat on the sofa, his arms crossed on his chest, and an annoyed expression on his face welcomed the two of them.

The wolf went behind Seungcheol's human form, knowing that Jihoon didn't want him there.

 

"This is Jihoon, but you guys already met." Seungcheol introduced the smaller wolf, sending Jihoon a glance that screamed behave. Jihoon buffed, standing from the sofa and moving to the front door. From the window, they could see Jihoon running to the forest, transforming into his wolf form to start his rounds.

 

Seungcheol sighed, looking away from the window. "I'm sorry for that; he's usually more..." Seungcheol cut himself out. He was about to say that Jihoon wasn't always like that, but that would be a lie. "Come, I'll show you where you can spend the night. You'll probably find it more exciting to be outside exploring your new form, but it is better to do that with daylight and someone else looking out just in case something happens."

Seungcheol brought the new wolf to the basement, where he and the other two wolves spent their ruts to avoid any sort of issue.

 

It was as warm and cozy as the wolves could possibly make the basement look. Seungcjeol was really proud of the work they had all done in that space.

Even though the original and main use of that space was for ruts, Jihoon found himself coming down there whenever he felt like he needed some alone time.

It had been built with thicker wood, and they also added a lot of things to make the walls and roof as soundproof as possible. And with their sensible senses, the silence it brought was always welcomed.

He picked up a half-eaten apple from the floor that he knew Jihoon had forgotten there.

 

"You can sleep on the sofa, or I can make you a space on the floor." Seungcheol offered, "The couch it is, then." He accepted it, seeing the wolf jump into it.

Clearing his throat, he got the wolf's attention once again: "Is there anything else you need? Food? Water? Well, if you need anything, just howl." Seungcheol looked back at the wolf before closing the door behind him. It was already trying to sleep, and Seungcheol wouldn't annoy it.

Jeonghan was sitting on top of the table with a cup of tea in his hand. His cheeks were red from the contrast of temperatures his body was experiencing at the same time with the hot drink and the cold house.

 

"Who was it?" He didn't bother jumping off the table; instead, he crossed his legs, offering a sip of his drink to Seungcheol, who rejected the hot drink.

 

"Jihoon didn't tell you?" Seungcheol frowned.

 

"He mumbled a half-ass sorry before eating the last piece of bread."

 

Seungcheol brought his fingers to his forehead; a migraine was already starting to shine.

 

"He's a newbie. Jihoon found him during his first transformation. But if you had seen them, you would swear Jihoon was the one fighting his first transformation."

 

"The kid just wanted to help, you know it." Jeonghan defended him.

 

"I know, but the wolf was so calm? I don't get it; what could have triggered Jihoon so much to be as aggressive with it?"

 

"He was probably scared of more wolves coming into our territory; they were not necessarily a big pack."

"i guess."

 

They were a considerably new pack, as it hasn't been a year since Jihoon joined the pack. Or, well, joining Seungcheol, as it was only him back then.

Seungcheol tried to be as patient with Jihoon as was physically possible for him, but the kid was just a constant pain in the ass. Jeonghan joining them was like a breath of fresh air for Seungcheol.

 

"Where did he go now? I didn't hear him say anything before he stormed outside." Jeonghan jumped off the table, leaving the cup near the other dishes to take care of later. A jacket was already on his hands, and his legs were walking towards the door.

 

"He's probably doing his rounds, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's near the lake as always."

 

Jeonghan nodded. "You go to sleep; I'll take care of it."

Seungcheol's body finally relaxed as it was embraced by the warmth of his bed.

He wondered how Jeonghan managed to do it all the time. He was always so caring, patient, and understanding.

 

Being the alpha was never his original plan. He didn't even have someone to be an alpha for the first years of his transformation. It was only him, and naturally, he had to take care of everything around him.

When Jihoon joined him, the kid was a shaking mess. He didn't understand anything and was scared of his own shadow.

He tried to bite and harm Seungcheol as the older man was trying to calm Jihoon down.

That was Seungcheol's first encounter with a werewolf younger than him. He had only ever seen another wolf, and that encounter ended badly as Seungcheol accidentally stepped into that wolf territory.

Eventually, Jihoon got tired of fighting, as Seungcheol outpowered him with his big wolf form and louder growl.

Jeonghan joined them almost a month later, and he was way calmer than Jihoon, easily accepting Seungcheol's help.

Both of them somehow decided that Seungcheol would be the best fit for the alpha of the pack. This came outspoken, as all Seungcheol had to do was give the order, and they would respond, even if they hated it as much as Jihoon.

Seungcheol wondered if Jeonghan wouldn't be a much more fitting person for the position, but whenever he tried to have that conversation with Jeonghan, the other wolf shut him down. The only difference between the two of them was Seungcheol's longer experience.

Even though they were the same age, Jeonghan treated him as if Seungcheol were older. He didn't like it, but he guessed that was the treatment he would always receive as the head alpha.

The other wolf was as quiet as Seungcheol had left him, and if it weren't for the slow heartbeat, he wouldn't even remember it was down there.

 

He wondered who could possibly be; in the past years he had been keeping an eye on everyone around their age, as if anyone were the ones that could transform in the near future.

The oldest one of the Kang was already over his thirties, and their youngest wasn't even ten, so they were not even an option.

 

The Baes had only one daughter, and she was a year older than Seungcheol, but he could tell that wolf was a man.

Seungcheol yawned, knowing better than to waste the few hours he had to rest.

 

He would let his future self take care of it and worry about it.

[irlsiri]

Drabble thing

So I’ve been thinking. Saruhiko Fushimi. If he had a friend aside from Yata, I like to imagine that this friend would be sort of a last line of defense when he’s lost. I like to think that right after he joined Scepter 4 he felt lost. As he lost Yata and didn’t feel like he fit in. So I imagine he has a friend that was there for him to convince him to stay.

Tw: mentions of running away, Y/N is described as they/them, maybe themes of anxiety, maybe some grammar mistakes, maybe me forgetting the plot of K

Enjoy 🫶

Saruhiko sighs in contemplation for the umpteenth time. He can’t decide. He can’t decide if he should text the person he needed most. The person who was still by his side. As if on cue his pda starts to ring.

“ What Y/N? I’m trying to sleep.”

Over the phone they giggle and he hears them shuffle a bit. Probably getting comfortable. They always stay up late

“ You joined the blues today Saru. Call me crazy, but it’s still raining so I thought maybe you were sad.”

Saruhiko pushes his curtain back. It was still raining. It had been all day. That was a stupid coincidence. For the record saruhiko wasn’t sad. He was just, conflicted.

“ You’re crazy.”

There’s a silence for a second. Saruhiko drops back on his bed. The friend smiles knowing what will come next

“ I need your opinion. Hypothetically.”

They giggle. If Saruhiko Fushimi ever needed help, he’d die before he asked. So he found it easier to say hypothetically. Even though his trustworthy friend knew who the questions answer was really for.

“ Of course Saru. Fire away.”

He scoffs. This was a stupid idea. But if he didn’t answer, then Y/N would break into Scepter 4 just to force it out of him. And he doesn’t want to deal with them.

“ Hypothetically. What if, someone I know, wanted to leave. Just put everything behind them and leave. Life isn’t terrible. But they just don’t want to handle it anymore. It’s just, too much to handle.”

Y/N sighs. Saruhiko was feeling down again. They never minded when he’d get in moods. After all he’s human. But hearing their friend so down in the dumps after doing something that could change his life made them sad.

“ Well. Stick it out. You stuck it out in HOMRA till you left. I don’t know if Scepter 4 will give you whatever your chasing after. But if you give up now then you’ll never know if joking them was worth it. But for the record, if you want to run away I’ll support you.”

Saruhiko looks out his window and sits up. The rain had cleared exposing the moon and stars in all their glory. His head had cleared up a little bit too. Over the phone Y/N starts to grow anxious. Saruhiko was too quiet.

“ Y/N”

At the sound of their name they instantly move and grab the pda. He sighs.

“ I think the hypothetical was answered. If you don’t sleep, then you can’t keep going to your precious island school.”

Y/N smiles and rolls over. Even if Saruhiko didn’t come up with a answer that night. He would soon. And if he ran away he had someone to support him. So that was good enough for now.

[leafcabbage]

OKOKOK

yes, each universe has their own tommy and tubbo and rip-anboo

in tommy’s universe (#1), he and tubbo were close before meeting ranboo but after meeting them, it was rare that any of them were seen apart. i picture his universe to be very picture-perfect, snappy colors and clean lines. all of his relationships are so seemingly perfect, but with tubbo and ranboo it really actually IS for once. there’s no arguements, no hangups. they are all as perfectly close as can be, like they’re pulled by gravity together to form this brightest star. tommy’s past is undeniably messy in a world where clean perfection is commonplace, and he finally feels complete with his trio.

after ranboo dies, both tommy and tubbo are crushed. it doesn’t take long for tommy to reveal his identity to tubbo, and while he’s accepted with tiredly open arms there’s little comfort in it. while they are still friends, undeniably close, he cant imagine his life ever being as perfect as it was for those six months that they knew ranboo, and tubbo knows it too.

in tubbo’s universe (#2), he and tommy were on and off friends that were eventually tied together by ranboo- they were the glue really holding the two of them together. tubbo’s world is a lot darker than tommy’s (#1)- muddy colors, consistent rain. ranboo was able to part the clouds for him and tommy, in a relationship where they loved him like the sun and each other like drinking buddies. it’s not that they weren’t close, but more that they were brought together by a common thread.

when ranboo died, tubbo almost instantly is ripped from tommy’s company. he takes this to mean that maybe they weren’t ever as close as he hoped, though really it was tommy’s way of coping. having lost the light of his life and the next closest moon, the city went without a spiderman for a year. he was devastated. eventually he returned to clean up the mess he had left but he never, ever got over it.

in ranboo’s (#3) universe, he doesn’t know tubbo or tommy well. they have a ‘say hi in the hallway’ kind of relationship; due to him never having to be saved by spiderman, they dont have much reason to talk. ranboo’s universe is softly bright, like there’s consistent dappled light with a little bit of haze. he would like to get to know either of them better but views them as almost too good for him.

he has lost both of his parents in the same accident as the books- unrelated to any supervillains, just an unfortunate circumstance. he still experiences seizures, which was what he attributed his spidey-senses too for over a year. out of fear that his health was getting worse, he began to isolate himself more and more where he eventually noticed the other changes that had come about at similar times and eventually became spider-pog. he does not believe that he can truly save anyone as he is, even with radioactive powers, which is a large contributer to his under-appearence as spider-pog. for the most part before meeting tommy (1) and tubbo (2), he dealt with civil disputes in cases where the police may have overlooked the situations due to lack of violence. he wasn’t un-helpful, but he did save most of the crime-fighting for those he thought were more suited for it.

none of the boys have met their alternate universe counterparts. in the case of tommy’s world, the boys are scared tubbo (1) would put pieces together about an alternate ranboo. in tubbo’s world, he has not made up with tommy (1) and does not feel the need to reconnect with him (just yet?)

im. so. autistic. about. this. i am VIBRATING im LOSING IT oh my GOD okay okay okay

first of all. im now imagining ranboo having spidey sense go off and them being like "oh god is this a new aura thing. am i gonna have a seizure" and when they dont theyre like "oh was that a new kind of seizure? i should tell a doctor" and then they dont tell a doctor. ever.

seconds of all. LOVE the descriptions of how each of their universes look. like i LOVE that so much its so perfect holy shit. i can imagine it so vividly. i especially love what you chose for ranboo !!!!

universe 1's relationship between tommy and tubbo is making me CRAZY btw. losing ranboo... having each other but its not the same... and comparing that to tubbo losing tommy after ranboo dies in universe 2... god i love the comparisons of how grief hits them... how sometimes it does tear people apart. like obviously they had a different relationship from the start, but still.

oh this is just making me think like... when ranboo finds out about tommy and tubbo's ranboos, and about what happened, i think they would just be so sure that all they are is a chance for tommy and tubbo to do things right. theyre a do-over, something to alleviate some guilt, its not about them as an individual, its about them being a ranboo. i guess im assuming here that tommy and tubbo would Not tell ranboo about the versions of them that died. but i can totally imagine ranboo asking why they cant see tommy and tubbos universes, and the boys are especially adamant about ranboo not seeing tommy's just in case they happened to meet universe 1's tubbo... that would be Bad

but yeah i think if ranboo found out about other ranboos, they wouldnt want to even see tommy and tubbo anymore, at least for a while. they thought they finally had people who cared about them for who they are but no. no they were just there to make the two feel better about themselves.