#two drifters off to see the world

[pant--eater]

The feminine urge to have enough energy so I could make an Apple Pie with Cheese animatic to Moon River 😩💅

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closed starter for: @honeyedblossom muns: sinan x odette location: odette's home

Laying in Sinan's arms, limbs tangled on the couch after another delicious meal they'd prepared side by side, her family's words played in her mind. Saying she was moving too fast, that falling for someone so successful and well-established wasn't going to end well, but every moment that they spent together, she relished in the fact that she was proving them wrong. "My love," she signed, a dreamy look on her face. "Where was it you said we were traveling next weekend? I can't for the life of me remember, but I need to grab a few dresses beforehand and I wasn't sure of the weather."

[youdent1ty]

two drifters off to see the world,

there's such a lot of world to see.

we're after that same rainbow's end, waiting round the bend.

my huckleberry friend, moon river,

and me.

sometimes i like to dream they went on trips together in the crab

i can just imagine stone waking up and being greeted by robotnik in full florals, running around the crab with pool noodles and towels before saying, "oh, did i forget to tell you? we're going to the bahamas today."

someone please write this fic i think it'd be silly

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Motel

Masterlist

Characters: Negan (Dead City) x F!Reader

Summary: You've grown particularly close with the Motor Inn's personal walker killer and decide to pay his motel room a visit.

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: NSFW - Oral (m receiving), vaginal sex, hair pulling, shower sex, praise, dirty talk, negan's usual foul mouth, gentle dom negan

A/N: If you're from my tiktok (which spawned the chaos that motivated me to finish most of this bc you guys are crazy), hello! This is my first time managing to actually finish and upload a oneshot in months, so I apologise in advance. I was also extremely tired when I wrote most of this, but I hope it was worth the wait for the handful of you bombarding my comment sections for the past 24 hours. 😂 I knew what I had to do the moment I saw that shower scene...like damn.

You downed your third shot of the day before slamming it back down onto the counter and wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes idly following the neon lights on the sign hung proudly behind the bar. The Easy Stay Motor Inn. It was a shithole. It only served as a way of keeping four walls and a roof over your head, and walkers off your ass. Speaking of, there was only one guy you'd grown particularly fond of during the month you'd spent working for the lady who owns this place and lapping up the amenities of their accompanying motel, Negan. He wasn't from around here, that much you gathered just by taking one good look at him, but then neither were you. You were both drifters. Heading from one place to the next, never staying anywhere long enough to see it through and find out whether it'd go to shit or hold out long enough before eventually falling to pieces. You just kept moving. That mentality had served you well so far and had kept you alive long enough to say that you'd made it well over a decade into the apocalypse now, not that you had much to show for it.

"Want another?" The guy behind the bar asked, half expecting you to agree to it as you had with all the others and making his way over to the bottle of vodka you'd been chipping away at.

"No thanks", you shook your head with a small smile and slid off the bar stool, "I'm gonna go try to entertain myself someplace else, but don't be surprised if I come back and finish that off later." You gestured to the vodka with a tilt of your head, and the certainty in your tone had the bartender smiling.

You headed towards the backdoor that led to the motel out back, the harsh change of lighting making you squint and shield your eyes to adjust for a moment, the dim vivid hues of the neon-lit windowless bar you'd been sitting in for the past hour or two being snuffed out once you stepped into the natural sunlight. Visual disorientation aside, you made your way down the row of motel rooms lined at your side, your interest only lying with the idea of arriving at one motel room in particular, and you stopped in front of the door when you found it. The door was a stark black to match the wooden panels sitting on either side of the window not too far from the right of the door, vines having wrapped around some of the slats in the wood from the overgrowth of shrubbery on the floor beneath it. It was run down and uncared for like just about anywhere else in this world. You tested the handle to see if the door was unlocked and to your surprise, it was. Twisting it fully you pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind you as you began to observe the interior of the room. It was generically decorated like just about any other room in this place, and he didn't seem to have left anything behind for you to snoop through. The room was so empty that if you didn’t know any better you might have thought that he'd moved on already, packed up all his shit and hit the road. You figured that this was on purpose and probably explained why he didn't care too much when it came to keeping the door locked since he didn't have any shit to steal. Smart.

Negan hadn't been around for too long now, in fact, he'd only arrived about a week after you, but he left a lasting first impression. He was useful. He pulled his weight by taking care of any of the walkers that roamed or wandered into the perimeter of the motor inn, and was never bad company on the occasions that he'd sat on the bar stool next to you and made conversation. As time went on you'd gotten closer and more comfortable with one another, and you quickly found yourself noticing that Negan was the one person you'd opened up to the most in the duration of your entire stay here, better yet felt the most comfortable doing so with. Your vulnerability wasn't one-sided, either. He never went into an awful load of detail, but he had a bad past. He wasn't on the run per se, but there was a group of people that he was hoping to avoid the possibility of encountering for the rest of his days, a community that he had a difficult history with. He alluded to what seemed to mostly amount to horrible shit that most people had done by now just to stay alive, the kind of things you see at night when you close your eyes, haunting you from the backs of your eyelids. You paid it no mind, and you told him that too; he seemed to appreciate your lack of judgement. Gradually, the conversations grew more personal and not so casual, things got flirty. It was subtle, but Negan would make small coy comments on things that you say, or little compliments now and again that toed the line a tad too much for what could be considered harmless flattery or him shooting his shot. You were able to keep yourself humble up until the night when he had jokingly mentioned how good your ass looked in your jeans after more than a few drinks, not that he needed it to let you know just how much he was checking you out. Your thoughts were interrupted by the twist of the doorknob and the sight of it being pushed open afterwards, revealing a rather sluggish and slightly dishevelled-looking Negan. Negan had a silver beard that he seemed to keep well-maintained, the hair decorating his top lip thicker than the rest. His dark hair was always slicked, though it seemed to have transitioned to more of an ashy brown over time with grey tinging at the sides of his hair. He was ruggedly handsome, that was for sure. A grin crept onto his lips when he noticed you standing by one of the beds, closing the door behind him and running his hand through his hair, slicking some of the strands that had fallen out of place in the process.

"Just letting yourself into my place now, huh? We graduating from drinking buddies to whatever the hell this is?" He quipped but was amused by how bold you were to just waltz on into his motel room.

"It's not like you don't want me here." You remarked with a knowing smile as you sat on the end of one of the double beds, to which Negan chuckled and ran his tongue over his bottom lip, a seemingly small mannerism of his that always drove you wild.

"Touché."

He sauntered to the bed next to you until he stood at the foot of it and started to shrug off his leather jacket with a sigh.

"Well whatever it is honey, it's gonna have to wait. I have been out there cracking rotting skulls for who knows how long, and now I need a damn shower."

The checkered flannel shirt he'd been wearing open underneath it was next, him tossing it on the bed in front of him before his fingers brush over the hem of his black tank top. He glanced at you with the material still pinched between his fingertips, a cocky smile creeping onto his lips as he noticed the way you were shamelessly staring at him and didn't seem to plan on stopping anytime soon.

"You gonna watch me strip now too, darlin'?"

You playfully shrugged and let your eyes wander down his torso, an eye movement Negan most certainly followed judging by the way his smile grew, as did his ego.

"I can turn around if you're too shy, Negan."

The throaty chuckle he let loose was almost immediate, his eyebrows raised as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Me, shy? Fuck no. You can stare your little heart out, and you would most definitely be staring."

Well, you certainly hadn't expected him to take it with such pride, so you caved and turned so you were facing the wall next to the bed. You could hear the sounds of clothes falling against the sheets and the clinking of metal as he undid his belt, and then the zipper on his leather pants.

"You still thinking of sticking it out here for a bit longer? I know last time we spoke you weren't so sure." Negan muttered as he got his pants down to his ankles and started to try to shake his ankles out of them.

You thought for a moment, then sighed a little.

"I think so? I don't know, I'm just trying to go day by day. Why, would you miss me?" Your tone picked up towards the end as did the enthusiasm in your voice, the suggestion making Negan's sudden laughter start in the form of a snort.

"Miss you? Shit, course I would. I'd probably move on from here after that."

You opened your mouth to speak but found yourself unable to form the right words. He made it sound like you were the only reason he was still staying here, and that without you there'd just be no point. You didn't ask him to elaborate though, just silently rolled the thought around in your head.

"Well, time to take that shower. I'll be right back, and I don't know maybe we can grab a drink or some shit afterwards?"

"Sure." You mumbled in response.

After that all you heard was the soft tread of his footsteps as he made his way past you and into the bathroom, then the sound of the water being turned on and beginning to crash against the floor of the shower for a few moments before it became more muffled with Negan's body interrupting the stream, and you turned back to face something other than the blank yellow wall you'd be staring at whilst he was stripping. You did your best to focus on the small details of the room to occupy your head, the peculiar framed pictures decorating some of the walls, and the hideous design choices when it came to the taste of the room, but it was no use. All you could think about was what Negan had looked like underneath all those clothes when he was a mere few feet behind you, and what he looked like right now standing in the shower in the very next room, the image of water droplets trailing down his torso and body making it harder to stay seated with every passing second until you just couldn't take it anymore. You stood to your feet and made your way to the bathroom, standing in the doorway for a moment as you stopped in your tracks. The shower had a sliding door that Negan had slid shut, the distortion of the glass still allowing you to be able to make out the sight of him with his head tilted town and one of his palms pressed up against the wall, and the tattoo decorating his shoulder blade. There was no turning back now, you had made up your mind. You approached the glass and gave it a soft knock, the sound startling Negan a little as he turned and slid the glass just enough for him to lean into the gap he'd made.

"Everything okay?" He asked, concern tinging his voice as he used his other hand to sweep some of the hair that had fallen into his face back in place.

Your only response was the sight of your fingertips grasping the hem of your top before you pulled it over your head, holding the top in your hands for a moment as you gazed at him, trying to gauge Negan's reaction to your now exposed breasts. He seemed taken aback for a moment or two, and then his eyes darkened with lust.

"Can I join you?" You asked, fingers teasingly dancing along the waistband of your jeans as though you could tell by just the look in his eyes that he wasn't going to deny your offer.

He didn't.

"Fuck yeah you can." He rasped with a shit-eating grin, leaning back and pushing the sliding glass all the way open to make room for you to join him.

You stripped until there was nothing left, discarding all of your clothes into a pile on the tiled bathroom floor and stepping into the shower with him. The first thing you noticed was the heat. The steam from the hot water, the heat coming from Negan's body, all of it swarming your body with warmth. Then, him. All of him. From the water droplets falling from the scruff of his beard, the dark hair decorating his chest and trailing down the centre of his torso, and even the skull tattoo inked on the right side of his chest. The man was gorgeous. Your eyes dragged down his body, drinking in every inch of him until you got to the part you'd been anticipating most, but were interrupted. He cupped the underside of your jaw and urged your head back up, his thumb brushing along your chin as the tip of his thumb traced just along the edge of your bottom lip.

"You like what you're seeing, huh?" He seemed to be making more of a statement than genuinely asking, but you entertained him nonetheless.

"A lot." You replied simply, the intense and lustful look your eyes were lit with corrupting your stare as your eyes bore into his.

"Good."

He used the hold on your jaw to guide your lips to his, his lips claiming yours. The hand that had been cupping your chin moved to grasp the nape of your neck, his other hand gripping your hip and drawing your body against his. You could feel him hard against your thigh as he groaned into the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth so you could taste him and his hands keeping you pressed firmly against his body, your own hands beginning to wander from the top of his chest down to his abdomen. The water cascading down his shoulders caressed along your fingertips and down your breasts, the warm water trailing down your body whilst he continued to move his lips against yours until you couldn't breathe, and you were forced to pull back for air. The moment you did Negan dove his head into the crook of your neck and pressed his lips against your pulse point, gently sucking the skin there and occasionally teasing it between his teeth in a way that was sure to leave marks, his beard scratching along your jaw as he did. The attention he paid your neck had your hand rushing up the nape of his neck and into his hair, combing your fingers through the back before taking a fistful of his wet strands. The slight tension on his scalp and the way your breath was shaking right by his ear made him pause for a moment to smile against your skin, a hoarse chuckle following shortly thereafter. The warmth of his breath from the laugh felt hot on your skin, and you used the strands of hair you'd taken in your palm to urge his head back until his face was inches from yours again. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip when you found your voice.

"You've thought about this before haven't you, fucking me?"

His brows raised at your boldness, the corners of his mouth fighting a smile.

"Damn right I have. I'd have to be blind or crazy not to, you are easy on the eyes, darlin'."

"Oh?" You tilted your head as you feigned mock surprise, his eyes looking you over like you were good enough to eat, and you might just let him.

Slowly you leaned in and seductively ran your tongue over his lips, finishing with a small kittenish flick at his top lip before leaning back. You soaked up the wanton look in his gaze when you sank to your knees, your eyes locked with his all the while. Now kneeling on the floor of the shower you reached up and closed your hand around his shaft, the way his breath caught in his throat once he felt your touch giving you the encouragement you needed to lean in and run your tongue over the swollen tip, beads of precum gathering along your tongue as you did. As you licked at it you felt Negan's fingers stroke over your hair before he started to gather it in his hand, all of your hair soon clutched into his fist like a makeshift ponytail.

"Don't be a tease." He warned as he slid his free hand underneath your chin and cupped it, allowing him to use both the grip on your hair and your jaw to urge you forward.

Willingly your lips parted, his cock sliding past your lips and into your mouth.

"Fuuuck, there we go." Negan slurred as he slid further into your mouth, stopping just before he reached your throat.

He grunted once you flattened your tongue on the underside of his shaft and leant forward, bracing one of his hands against the tiled wall of the shower when he lowered his head to look at you.

"Shit, you look so good with a mouthful of cock." He rasped crudely with the dirtiest smile before pushing himself down your throat, and you fought the urge to gag as he did.

He started to move his hips, the motion prompting you to place your hands just above his knees for support whilst he slid in and out of your throat. Soon enough tears began to well in your eyes, the urge to choke too great as you finally gagged on him, the sensation making Negan momentarily screw his eyes shut before sliding out of your mouth. He let you breathe for a moment or two before he was already pushing down your throat again, his groans getting louder and deeper with every thrust.

"Ohh, good girl." He cooed, his sounds of pleasure gradually turning into a blatant string of curses as he repeatedly thrust down your throat, and you shamelessly took every single inch.

Eventually, the movement of his hips got slower, his moans getting louder until finally his hips stuttered and his abdomen began to tense. He tightened his grip on your hair, the harsh grasp burning your scalp, and then you felt the hot wet spurts of warm liquid coating your tongue. You waited until you knew he'd spilt every last drop and then carefully removed him and swallowed his release, your breath a little laboured whilst Negan hovered above you with totally ragged, uneven breath, his eyes half-lidded as he tried to come down from the high of his orgasm. A few tears had escaped your waterline and slid down your cheeks as he fucked your throat, but it had mixed with the occasional stream of water trickling down your face from the shower.

"You did so good, baby. So good." He praised as he finally released your hair from his hand and started gently running his fingers through it instead, his touch soothing some of the pain he'd inflicted upon your scalp.

You stayed like that for a moment just listening to the sound of the water until you felt his hand leave your hair and the sight of him extending it out in front of you for you to take, which you did. He helped you to your feet and wrapped his arm around your waist the second you straightened your back, his mouth crashing against yours and allowing him to taste himself on your lips, the urgency with which he kissed you making you moan into the kiss a little. Whilst he stole your air Negan guided you backwards until your back came to press against the steamy tiled wall, the condensation pooling on the tiles smearing against your skin, and the faint coolness to it making you gasp. You wrapped your arms around Negan's neck to draw him in closer, your hips subconsciously moving to bring your groin against his and allowing his still proudly hard cock to brush against your inner thigh. You broke the kiss to try to regulate your unsteady breathing, leaning back just enough so that your lips were practically still brushing, the hot heavy pants Negan breathed against your lips making you need him all the more.

"Negan?"

"Yeah?"

"I need you inside me."

He couldn't hold back the dangerous look his eyes filled with when you whispered exactly what you needed, an arrogant look in his eye as he leaned back and cockily smiled.

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart. C'mere."

He slid his hands all the way up the backs of your thighs, towards your outer thigh, and then took hold of your hips. The gesture prompted you to do a small jump that allowed Negan to hoist you up and trap you between the wall and his body, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands moved to cup your ass. In one calculated movement Negan lined himself up and sank inside you, the way you stretched around him eliciting a filthy moan from your lips almost immediately.

"That feel good, baby?" He purred, his voice full of arrogance.

He knew it did, he just wanted to hear you say it.

"Yes, god yes." Was all you could manage as he set a hard and intense pace, drawing all the way out before slamming back inside you, the feeling of fullness with every thrust making your mouth fall open.

One of your hands slid down his chest, his dark chest hair brushing up against your fingers as you did, whilst the other slid up his shoulder and moved to rest on the nape of his neck. His fingers were digging into your skin with the grip he had on you, strands of your hair clinging to the condensation of the tiled walls as you slightly threw your head back, uncontrollable sounds of pleasure spilling from your lips from the way he roughly fucked into you. The overwhelming sensation caused you to idly weave your fingertips in the hair at the top of his neck and run your hands through the back of his hair, occasionally tugging at it when he buried himself especially deep and you could do nothing but squirm in his grip. The water was still running just off to Negan's side, the hot water wasting onto the floor and creating a small pool at his feet. With the way you'd angled your body it allowed him to lean in and lick a stripe up the valley between your breasts, your skin feverishly hot against his tongue as he gathered some of the water droplets and left nothing but a trail of spit before beginning to kiss up your throat. He littered your neck with kisses, moving his affections to the side of your neck before planting a few kisses along your jaw, his stubble scratching along the side of your face all the while. It felt like heaven. You couldn't think about anything other than his touch, the way his mouth shamelessly marked your skin, the sounds of his heavy breath and the guttural groans spilling from his throat like music to your ears. By this point your sweet moans grew to resemble sobs, your legs slightly shaking in his hold as Negan thrust into you over and over, and a feeling started to burn in the pit of your stomach unlike anything you had ever felt before.

"Negan." was all you managed to choke out, practically in the form of a cry.

All you felt was his lips claiming yours, and the occasional parting of your lips just enough for him to whisper into the kisses.

"I got you, I got you, baby." He swore over and over, his gentle reassurance paired with his hard thrusts tipping you completely over the edge, and your whimpers getting lost in his heated kisses.

You feel the knotting in your abdomen just before everything comes crashing over you, waves of pleasure ripping through your body and making you clench around him as Negan continues to fuck you throughout your high, your mind hazed with overstimulation. Eventually his movements began to stutter, his abdomen clenching amidst the deep v-lines framing his hips, and a string of gravelly curses poured from his mouth. Carefully, Negan unwrapped one of your legs from his waist and urged you to set it down on the floor of the shower, the other still wrapped around his hips as he held it there. His free hand moved down to his shaft, wrapping his hand around it and giving it a few quick strokes until he finally came. His hold on your leg became more of a firm squeeze as he threw his head back a little and grunted, liquid splashing over the top of your inner thigh and beginning to gradually trickle down your leg. The bathroom was full of steam now, the air thick with humidity and both of your chests rising and falling rapidly as you both tried to catch your breath. After a few moments you felt Negan place your other leg down, his release still dribbling down your skin as you tried to come down from your incalculable high. His breath evened out a little, his eyes still half-lidded when his hazel eyes locked with yours, his gaze capturing you amidst the knowing grin playing on his lips. You were totally fucked out, and the sight made him chuckle.

"That good, huh?" He teased with raised brows, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip making you playfully roll your eyes and manage a small laugh.

"Shut up."

You'd give credit where credit is due, the man knew what he was doing, but you couldn't allow yourself to stroke his almost nauseating large ego any further. He shook his head with a smile, both of his hands smoothing over your waist and then taking hold of it, using it to lead you towards him. You let him coax you to the space closer to the shower head, the water now splashing directly against the back of his neck and trailing down his body, droplets of water simultaneously forming along Negan's jawline and repeatedly falling from his wet beard. He kept one hand on your waist whilst the other held one side of your face, his eyes boring into yours. His head tipped forward so he could rest his forehead against yours, water sliding down his neck when he started to speak in almost a whisper at first.

"If I hit the road, I want you to come with me."

You thought you may have not heard him right at first and leant back with slightly wide eyes, shock etched into your features.

"Really?" You muttered.

"Yeah."

A moment of silence passed, the stare you shared serving as more of an answer than any words you could utter, but you parted your lips to speak and did anyhow.

"You've got yourself a deal."

[bumpkinbayouthief]

🂱 › SFW alphabet : Remy LeBeau .

a/n : meant to be an expansion of what it is like to date our dear remy! nsfw alphabet coming soon, enjoy luvs

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?):

how doesn't remy show affection should be the question, this boy is such an affectionate one in all his relationships, both romantic and platonic.

his favorite way is probably anything physical, definitely is a physical touch love language boy. this can range from kisses to cuddling.

out in public he loves to hold your hand or waist, sometimes he'll even throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you right into his side

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?):

being his best friend is quite similar to being his lover in the sense that he is very affectionate. of course, he respects the different boundaries that come with the two different relationships.

overall, if you find your way into his heart you have a cheerleader and shoulder to cry on for life as well as a protector. he definitely takes on a brotherly role sometimes with his friends

the friendship would totally blossom with you two getting into mischief around the mansion or on missions, if you can get him to laugh you have now gained a new friend

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?):

Remy is a HUGE cuddler. always down to cuddle even with his friends, but especially his lover!

how he cuddles entirely depends on who initiated the cuddle session. if it was him, he likes to cuddle with his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist, completely hidden from the world.

if you initiated the cuddling he likes to hold you close, either being the big spoon or allowing you to hide in his chest, usually he'll rub your back or play with your hair while you cuddle

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?):

despite having the drifter thief persona, Remy does want to settle down. he already has 3 cats and hates leaving them.

this boy craves domesticity, just let him embrace him male-wife tendencies

cooking he has down just as good as his card tricks and he is a relatively clean living partner, sometimes leaving a few things out like his jacket on the back of the couch, his shoes laying hazardously by the door, but he always cleans up his messes like dishes and dirty laundry

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?):

most likely, remy wouldn't be the one to call things off, he did it once and boy does that still literally haunt him * cough * ex-wife belladonna * cough *

but if he were to end things he would probably sit you down and talk it out with you. he would try everything possible to save the relationship before even thinking about breaking up.

he would make the split up to your terms, whether you stay in contact or never see each other again will be entirely up to you

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?):

you would think that his brief and explosive experience with marriage would deter him from wanting to marry again but that's isn't the case.

his end goal is always marriage, even if you were to start out as fwb's, you can bet on him falling pretty hard

the second he can't picture his life without you, he is looking at wedding rings

once he proposes, its up to you whether you have a wedding or elope that night because he is ready for the later the second you say yes and put on the engagement ring.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?):

Remy can be a pretty gentle person in all ways. he isn't quick to yell, even if you annoy the hell out of him

now, this doesn't extend to those who would wish harm on you. the gloves are off and he can be pretty ruthless on the battlefield

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?):

just like cuddles, Remy is a fiend for hugs. any opportunity for a hug, he will take it

waking up in the morning and rolling over, you are instantly wrapped in a hug, he comes home and you are the first person he seeks out, all he wants is a hug from you

his hugs can range but for you they are gentle but tight, each one treated like its the first time he's gotten to hug you, usually with his chin resting on your head or shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist

the time he really wants a hug the most though is after he has woken up from a nightmare. if you wake up to him having one, all he wants is to hide away and cling to you, his hug almost bone crushing the way he grips you so tight

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?):

it probably takes a few dates but he is ready pretty quick to say the L word, however, he probably waits for you to say it first

he knows he can move pretty fast in relationships so he wants to make sure you are ready to hear it before he says it, but oh boy, once you do, he doesn't let an opportunity go by for him to say it

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?):

Remy can get jealous pretty easily, but with a poker face like his you won't know it till he is dragging you away from the dude flirting with you or feeling his grip on your waist tighten and noticing how his red eyes don't leave the guy, a silent threat

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?):

his kisses can range, from gentle little pecks on the cheek to him grabbing your jaw and pulling you into a kiss that quite literally steals your breath away.

his favorite spot to kiss, besides your lips, is probably your forehead, right on your hairline

on him, he loves when you kiss his cheek or his shoulder

L = Little ones (How are they around children?):

Remy is quite good with children, having a natural paternal/big brother nature about him. though he can definitely be a bit of a bad influence with roping kids into committing pranks

just like with you, he is very protective of kids, often putting himself between the danger and the students in the school

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?):

mornings are quite lazy with this cajun. he's by no means a morning person, preferring to spend the morning hours curled up in bed with you in his arms and with his kitties.

once up he will make you both breakfast, sitting with you and enjoying the quiet

if you have to get up early for work you will have a very pouty and half asleep Remy following you around while you get ready

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?):

he might be flirt and mischievious devil, but don't let that fool you. his ideal night is spend at home, watching movies with you laying in his lap.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?):

it honestly depends on what it is you want him to be open about. his feelings? no problem. his time before the x-men? oh that's gonna take a long time.

there's a lot of dark things his past that still haunt him today, but eventually he will share them with you, you just have to give him time

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?):

as reckless and impulsive as he is, Remy can be pretty patient, especially when it comes to someone he loves and little kids. you may get a sarcastic comment thrown your way but for the most part he doesn't have a quick temper

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?):

Remy has a good memory, comes with being a thief. with the profession comes the highly developed observation skills, meaning almost nothing goes unnoticed, from the most prominent color in your wardrobe to your favorite movies to how you take your coffee in the morning. he notices all the little things and stores them away for later

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?):

his favorite moment is probably your first date. you both were nervous at first, he definitely hid it better, but after a few minutes you loosened up. he remembers it all, the way you laughed at his cheesy jokes, your eyes crinkling in the corners.

it was the moment he realized he never wanted to go a day without hearing that laugh

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?):

being protective comes as easily to Remy as breathing. if you have any space in his heart he would willingly take a bullet for you

that goes for you 100%. if he had his way, you two wouldn't be out on missions ever but he knows that is unrealistic so he settles for joining you and keeping an eye on you out in the field, making sure to keep a distance so you don't feel crowded or smothered

he doesn't think about if the roles were swapped really but he knows deep down you would do the same for him if needed

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?):

Remy is very adaptable and with that, he easily adapts his affection and effort to your comfort levels.

you like flashy jewelry and pretty dresses? well by gods, he's gonna get you just that ( he will probably steal it let's be honest )

you like smaller and simpler gifts? easy, he already remembers all the little details, so birthdays and anniversaries are filled with small presents like your favorite candles and soaps for bubble baths, waking up to your favorite breakfast in bed, etc.

just don't ask him to go camping

outside of special occasions, he is certainly the partner to randomly get you gifts because he simply saw something that reminded him of you

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?):

smoking is probably the biggest one. i will die on the hill that Gambit is an ex-smoker and quit cold turkey because of his all or nothing mindset

so as a result he picked up some habits like constantly chewing gum, sometimes picking at his skin, etc.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?):

Remy is concerned with his looks a healthy amount, he doesn't spend hours ogling himself in the mirror, but he does like to take care of himself and always look his best even if he is just throwing on one of his crop tops and jeans

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?):

the second you enter his life, he definitely can't see it complete without you. even if you are just friends, he wants you a call or text away and can't imagine a life where that isn't the case

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.):

Remy secretly loves Hallmark Christmas movies, even if he can predict the whole plot five minutes in. he finds them cheesy and a overall goofy time

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?):

classism / hate towards the poor. Remy grew up on the streets of New Orleans until he was 10. despite being adopted into a wealthy guild of thieves, Remy still remembers the life he lived as an orphan which was heightened by his obvious mutation

he won't tolerate any sort of hate towards those going through the same thing and living on the streets cause he knows what that is like. you want to see this man's patience evaporate, just simply spout any President Regan sentiments like "pull yourself up by your bootstraps”

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?):

he can and will sleep anywhere. this dude may not have kids yet but boy does he sleep like a dad, total falling asleep on the couch with his hands behind his head

also with his eye mutation, his eyes are sensitive to sudden changes in light so he sleeps with one of those eye masks on at night

love, elizabeth

[ divider credit : @/strangergraphics | gif credit : @grabyoursaintsandpray ]

[laylasverse]

𝓖𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗠 ✶ 𝗗𝗥

❝moon river, wider than a mile, crossin in style someday my dream maker, heartbreaker. wherever you're goin, i'm goin the same. two drifters off to see the world.❞ M̲O̲O̲N̲ R̲I̲V̲E̲R̲.̲

🐰ྀི : LAYLA CARMILLA FALCONE IS . . . the only daughter of the infamous mob boss carmine falcone. she is a part-time baker at gotham's sweet tooth in little Italy.

2003 📌 gotham city, new jersey

SYNOPSIS . . . in order to keep his only daughter safe, carmine falcone hires the arkham knight as her bodyguard. jason takes the job in hopes of gaining information on gotham's underbelly. unfortunately carmine's daughter isn't the snobby rich girl jason thought she would be.

꒰ layla  &  jason ꒱

ꪆৎ : a good ol' bodyguard & rich girl plot. this is an au of the arkham knight game cause i said so

2025 ⓒ LAYLASVERSE

[an-android-in-a-tutu]

Romancing the Exit Sign

Art: @nickelkeep

Writing: @an-android-in-a-tutu

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Other Tags: Alternate Universe, Eldritch Horror, Cults, Gore, Suicidal Ideation, Mystery

Summary: A teenage boy is left to die in a shallow grave and something slithers into his bones. Devotees of an ancient god work to bring Her into the world, as with equivalent fanaticism, a man on a mission picks them off one by one. A lonesome drifter crosses paths with a mysterious stranger and finds himself inexorably drawn into the middle of it all.

Dean Winchester is adrift. All he has is his car, the next hunt, and a conversation he doesn't want to have waiting for him in California. Then a case involving mangled bodies washing up on shore in an idyllic lakeside community puts him on the trail of a man calling himself Castiel, and the dangerous web he's entangled in. Dean is used to living in a world of monsters, but the End of Days is a little out of his wheelhouse. Especially when his only ally is determined to keep his secrets behind his teeth, even as they draw closer together. Still, he intends to see things through, no matter how dark the path ahead gets.

It's either that, or call his brother.

Excerpt:

The smell of rot was stronger here, flies buzzing away over what looked to be the remains of animals, shunted into the corners, bones and bits of fur and unidentifiable red mush. The walls were covered with scrawls, symbols and pictures painted in something dark and shiny, and pools of wax melted around stubs of burnt out candles littered the room. The centerpiece, though, was the massive pool of blood that had soaked into the decaying floorboards, half obscuring the scrawl of a magic circle underneath, five points of a star, each adorned with a tool of the trade: an offering bowl filled with lumpy ash, an incense holder, a dull copper coloured knife, a bundle of herbs and feathers, and a black crystal.

“Guess it was a gateway drug after all,” he muttered, stepping forward and tracing the script that filled the circle with his eyes. He couldn’t identify it, but he didn’t have to be a scholar to figure whatever it was was major bad juju.

Cas stood with his back to all of it, staring at the symbols on the wall across from the door.

“Looks like we found the right place,” Dean said wryly. “Good call, Cas.”

Cas didn’t answer, stayed facing the wall. Something about the line of his back set Dean ill at ease.

“Hey-” He took another step forward.

Something whispered in his ear.

Dean whirled, staring into the empty space behind him, his hand coming up to his neck where he could have sworn he’d felt someone’s breath.

“What the hell-” He took two steps back, away from the open door, jumping when his foot collided with the offering bowl, knocking it over with a clatter that rang loud in the silence.

No, not silence. There was whispering, still. Constant, so quiet as to be indistinct, but if Dean strained his ears he could just hear it.

“Cas?” He called out, shaky. “Do you hear…”

His voice died in his throat as he turned and caught sight of the man again, silhouetted against that strange mural, a jarring gap in the twisting symbols that seemed to draw them in, they curled towards him, writhing on the wall as the room darkened, the shadows pulling in and the whispers getting louder until he could make out the shape of words-

Come home.

Dean’s pulse pounded in his ears, a drumbeat to accompany the chant. Come home, come home, come home to me. In front of the wall of writhing shadows, Cas started to turn, and something in Dean quailed, knowing he wasn’t prepared, wasn’t ready, but stuck in place all the same by his wanting.

Come home to the Mother.

Coming in October as part of the @deancashorrorfest!

[aziraphales-library]

hello!!!!

Really appreciate all don't work you guys put in for us, I basically find all my fic here. Hope you guys are doing well ❣️ any Cowboy AU would recommend? Prefer rating M/E thank you!!!!

Hi!! We have a #cowboys tag. Not all of these AUs are out-and-out cowboy fics, but they are all in the country/western/ranch arena...

Good Things and Ugly Things by cinnamonsnaps (T)

cowboy/wild west au! Reverend Raphael hasn't gone by his old name in a long, long time. When a tall dark stranger knocks on his door and brings a dire warning, it isn't long before rumours start to spread: what's a holy man doing talking to wanted men? (aziraphale is a preacher, crowley is an infamous gunslinger, and there's a lot of spitting)

Wild Hearts Only Sing to Each Other by theRavenMuse (E)

Crowley is a cattle rustler who's caught the attention of local sheriff Aziraphale, but not the type of attention most would think. Under cover of night, two lovers can be more than what daylight allows.

Is that a can in your pocket or are you just hay-ppy to see me by sixbynine (E)

"He was desperate for a shower; mucking out all the stables had taken him the best part of the day. He’d long ago lost his shirt, unable to handle the fabric sticking wetly to his skin. His hair had been pulled back into a high bun to get as much of it off his face and neck as possible, but the constant movement had shaken wisps loose. It stuck to his neck and forehead and he could feel the rest of the bun threatening to break free. Crowley swiped the towel across his face and neck, dipping down to catch the rivulets of sweat that had gathered along his breastbone as he turned. He groaned at the minor relief the soft towel gave him from the sticky feeling of sweat coating his skin. “Uh,” someone coughed politely. " Crowley is minding his own business when this tall glass of cold water walks in. And he plans to drink deep. Part 1 of The Ranch series

Striking Chords by Ambra_Sue (M)

Anthony Crowley is a country singer a couple of years off his latest almost-hit, itching for something to change. He’s done his best to outrun his demons, but it’s not until he runs into an intriguing blond angel of a man that things start to fall into place. Aziraphale has a successful career, close friends, and more than enough money, but there’s still something missing. When an unexpected arrangement with reckless, ‘work-hard-play-harder’ Crowley crops up, his well-ordered world is changed forever. Can they balance career goals and feelings, and find the perfect rhythm together? Country music AU! This fic was meant for Pride month, and because of that I'll be reccing LGBTQ+ country music artists on each chapter. I built this fic on short chapters to cover as many artists as possible.

Town Meets Country by Angel_of_the_Dawn (M)

Former preacher Azira Fell moves to a small rural town to work as a librarian and meets Anthony Crowley, former drifter turned farmer. Crowley helps Azira come to terms with his past and face the future.

The False and the Fair by Princip1914 (E)

Growing up in the shadow of West Virginia’s Eden Mountain, Aziraphale Wright always expected to work for the family coal mining company. Anthony Crowley, the son of a down-and-out miner, was going to become a pilot and leave town forever. Now, thirty years later, neither of their lives have gone as planned, and an unexpected inheritance brings them back into one another’s orbit. Aziraphale hopes that they can move beyond their shared past, and a high school arrangement that ended in disaster, but he has secrets of his own that threaten their fragile reconnection…

- Mod D

[kulalanti]

Past Orion, You'll Find Yourself (TFOne AU Fanfic)

hnnn I love the concept of D-16 going off-world on an expedition instead of becoming Megatron. I just think he'd be happier if we punt him into space, ya know?

So yeah, this came about because of a conversation with @deeryrambles over at the OPMeg discord server in which we ended up making a whole AU where D-16 does not become Megatron, instead he leaves Cybertron after being banished and ends up on Earth.

It's like Earthspark redemption except he's the only one on Earth and I did not actually mention any canonical human transformer characters because I cannot be bothered to learn about the canonical human characters skksksk (I'm so sorry but in my defense this is about D-16 and the human characters are just narrative tools lmao).

So yes, enjoy this slightly messy fanfic of the Drifter D-16 AU.

D-16 may never have existed. Maybe Megatron was all he ever was. But in this world, there is no Megatron. And maybe there is no D-16 either. Yet along the way, maybe he could find himself. Otherwise known as, a world where D-16 goes to fulfill a dream he's unsure even belongs to him.

Ao3 Link:

In another world, when Orion Pax and D-16 fell, Optimus Prime and Megatron rose up.

In another world, Cybertron is torn between the Decepticons and the Autobots.

In another world, the universe is littered with the frames of fallen bots as the battle between two leaders brought chaos to the galaxy.

But this is not that world.

In this world, a Prime did rise from the fall.

But there would be no Decepticons.

There would be no Megatron.

In this world, there is only a broken mech and the ship he takes to leave the only home he’s ever known.

—

Green.

It was the first word that came into his processor when he had first arrived on the planet named Earth.

In his expedition through the galaxy, Dee had come across planets made entirely of rock, ice, and one that was made entirely of crystal.

He was not like Pax, his old friend who would scour through the archives for stories from the past, but he’d heard countless tales from his old friend about planets that the old Cybertronians had visited. Dee had dreamed that one day he would be promoted to a position where he too could visit those planets.

The stories paled in comparison, and that day he first landed on Earth, he knew that no words could have ever described Earth’s beauty.

He had landed in the middle of the green, the ground beneath his pedes scratchy as he walked deeper into it. His yellow optics had widened at the marvel of it all, and he even found himself reaching to touch the green that clumped together on brown spires (which he’d later been told were called trees).

There was a softness to everything around him, so different from the harsh metal landscape of his home planet.

And among the green were pops of color, similar to those of his fellow mechs. 

Dee had plucked as many of them as he could, though he felt ashamed that each time he did, the colors would fade as the delicate little objects (flowers, they were called) disintegrated underneath the harshness of his grip.

And within that green with its pops of colors, there would be moving creatures. 

He remembered that the first organic that he had come across was what the humans called a deer. It had looked at him before fleeing, and a part of him knew it was best not to chase after it.

Yes, he remembered very well the first time he landed on Earth.

It was green.

It was soft.

And it was teeming with a life that was not like his own.

But when the initial joy of all that beauty had seeped away, and he was left alone, the first thought that came to his processor was pain.

He had always dreamed of going off-world, of seeing the galaxy with his own optics.

He just never thought he’d be alone.

He got what he wanted.

But had the price been worth the dream?

A dream he was still unsure was ever his?

For what is a dream that was made during a life of deceit?

Would he still have wanted this, if he had known true freedom?

Was this really his dream?

Or was this the dream of a mech who knew this was all he could afford to want?

The green of the Earth mocked him , and he fled back to his ship.

He should have left.

Instead, he had stayed, unable to part with that green.

And also it was too late to leave because the human children had found him.

—

Humans, he concluded, were strange little organics.

At the sight of him, the children had been terrified, but that hadn’t stopped them from approaching.

He had thought that maybe just like sparklings, human children were simply curious and didn’t know any better.

Then the children had introduced him to taller humans (still small in comparison) that they had called their “parents.”

That was when he realized that maybe humans, no matter the age, were just strange.

Instead of horrified screaming, they welcomed him.

Without much fanfare, he found himself to be just another member of the small town of Franklin.

—

“What does gasoline taste like?”

His yellow optics settled on the small human by his side, the nozzle of the gas pump forgotten as he quickly finished fueling. He carefully leaned against the front of the gas station, mindful not to put his full weight.

He wouldn’t want a repeat of the first time.

Karl - owner of the establishment that served as Dee’s only fuel source - had not been happy at the destruction of the wall, and Dee had had cement stuck in his joints for an entire week.

“It’s… When fuel is scarce, you don’t complain.”

Gasoline was nothing to energon, but he didn’t have the luxury of complaining.

If he closed his optics, he could almost pretend it was only a bad energon concoction that a fellow miner had created. They never did have access to high-grade energon, and so they’d had to get creative at times.

“It smells awful.” His human friend, a young girl by the name of Ollie (and who was Karl’s sparkling), scrunched up her nose as he placed the nozzle back into position.

He let out a chuckle, reaching out a servo for her to climb on.

“It tastes awful.” He admits as he lifts her up.

His optics narrow down at her, taking in the old scars on her knees. He looked up at the star - which the humans had called the sun - that circled the bright blue of the atmosphere above.

“You’re back early.” He observes. Dee hadn’t mentioned it when she’d first appeared by his side, but he knew from countless afternoons spent watching over her, that the sun should be hidden by the trees by the time she was supposed to be back.

“But school’s so lame without—” She mutters, sitting down at his servo. Her head was downcast. “You’re my only friend now.”

A tense silence passes over them, and he lets out a soft vent. He feels a small hand press against one of his digits, tearful eyes staring up at him.

“Does it ever go away?” 

“What goes away?”

Dee watches a tremor go through the girl’s body, the tears falling from her blue eyes - and he bites back his own pain at that shade of blue. “I miss her everyday. Why did she have to move so far? And she hasn’t even called me back! Not to apologize or to just… just talk to me! She… she never even said goodbye.”

From the stories Ollie had told about her friend, it was better that way. He had arrived long after Ollie’s friend had left the town. It tore at his spark each time she told him stories about her old friend. 

Ollie had never revealed her old friend’s name, but Dee had grown familiar with Ollie's friend.

How could he not?

In some ways, Ollie’s friend reminded him too much of himself and the mistakes he had made.

And Ollie… she was a painful reminder of what he had chosen to lose.

“The wound hasn’t healed. It will remain with you for as long as you want it to.” He tries to remember the human terminology he had been taught, his voice soft as he lets her cry against him. “But one day you’ll forget it was ever even there.”

He leans his helm against the building, closing his optics. “Your memory of her will fade, and you’ll find there are people much worthy of your time. By letting her go, maybe she can learn to heal too.”

He does not cry.

He knows it won’t erase the familiar shade of blue in his memory.

—

As a tall “robot” (as the humans called him), it was not possible for him to earn Earth currency as most of the work required a delicateness that his size did not afford.

But, the humans were kind, and in exchange for services like gathering wood or watching over the human children, they gave him scraps of metal or fuel.

Fuel mostly came from Karl, so he spent many days with Ollie.

And like he had predicted, as the years went by, Ollie forgot about her old friend as she made new ones.

If only he could do the same.

—

“I’ll be retiring soon.” 

The old man had said, his voice soft as though it was a confession.

For countless days, Dee couldn’t leave the forest because a strange human - older than any he had ever met - had kept coming near to his base. He had kept himself hidden behind the trees, but it had all been pointless since the old man had been told about him by one of the children and had even gone to look for him.

It was only Dee’s luck that the old man was nothing like those other strange humans who brought what the kids called “phones.” From those humans he had to hide from.

The old man had only wanted company, even if it was from an “alien” as he had called Dee.

“Back in my day, the young’uns would shove one another just to get to this here telescope.” The old man pointed at the device he always brought with him, a long metal tube with glass that looked up to the sky. “Now they’re all on those phones. They got no appreciation for the stars.”

He sat next to the old man, filling the chill of the night against his frame. He had absolutely no idea what to say, but he nodded his helm and hoped that was enough.

“Ah, but those are just the words of a grumpy old astronomer.” The human said, running a hand through the thin white strands of hair on his head. “But you would understand me, won’t you? You come from the stars.”

“Cybertron is not a star.” He corrects, looking up at the twinkling lights above. “Your stars here are different.”

“Of course they are, I don’t know where your planet is but I’ll bet we may not share the same stars. Even if we did, they might not even share the same names.” The old man chuckled, leaning down towards the tube as he looked through a small piece of glass. He moved the tube carefully, fiddling with knobs attached to its sides. “Well, I’ll bet our constellations have different names.”

“Constellations?” It was true that Cybertronians did have names for the stars, but Dee wouldn’t know.

“A group of stars, they usually look like… oh, sometimes together they look like a stupid looking bear or even a dipper. You know what a dipper is?” The old man looked up from the telescope, watching as Dee shook his head. “Eh… ask one of the kids tomorrow, they’ll show you one, maybe. Hm, oh here’s an easy one to spot.”

The old man pointed up towards the sky, connecting some stars together in a pattern that Dee saved to his memory circuits. It appeared to be a man in a strange position, as though he was holding something.

“That constellation right there? We call that the archer, has a whole myth and everything. I would have named it something else, but Ptolemy got to it first.” The old man laughed.

“He named it Orion.”

—

The astronomer left town soon after, but he would go back to that clearing every night.

With the grass tickling the sides of his frame, his yellow optics would stare up towards the dark sky, the tops of the trees swaying gently in the wind.

This was how he spent his nights.

Without fail he would gaze up at Orion before falling into recharge.

But the Earth does not stop its rotation for anyone, and soon he could no longer see that familiarly named constellation.

So just like Ollie…

Like that astronomer…

And like the rotating Earth.

He moved on.

[mercury2venus]

Moon River.

Angst because why not.

[ Terry Richmond Drabble, with my OC Venus.]

I stood across the room watching him maneuver through the kitchen. I could see the heartbreak forming in his eyes in every glance. His chest rising and falling with each rapid movement he’d make.

“ you can’t come and go as you please Venus. I’m tired of this charade. “ his voiced cut through the air like a sword.

“Just…stay. For a breath. Could we pretend you love me the way I love you. “

I sighed deeply. A few years ago I met Terry. We were young and I thought he was beautiful. Things got deep on his end quickly. But I couldn’t feel the same. Not when my world was so different from his.

I remember the look on his face when I told him this was as far as we would go.

5 years ago.

“I left her”. Terry said

I blinked slowly “ you left her…why”

“I can’t get you out of my mind Venus.”

I shot him a disapproving look. “ that’s…unfortunate Terrance. “

“It’s Terry “ he frowned.

“ I think it’s time we set some boundaries. Terry. “

He blinked at me, confused.

“ I have no intention on making this a thing. You wanted a relationship so you got with Denise who is actually very sweet. You can’t come back and attempt to convince me to do something I don’t want to do. “ I had to be stern. He needed to know.

Terry walked toward me slowly. “ why are you doing this V ? Why can’t we just try? You’re so quick to shut shit down. You can’t be judge and juror in my decisions.” He held my face in his large palms. “ say something please.”

I pulled away and stared him in the eye. “ why are you tormenting yourself with matters of the heart ? Maybe I should go. Coming here wasn’t a good idea. “ I grabbed my bag and started towards his front door. I felt Terry grab me by the hand. I didn’t turn around.

“ I’m doing too much. My fault that’s on me. Just don’t go Venus. “

So I stayed. Now here we are back on the same topic 5 years later.

Present time

“Am I that horrible to love Venus?” Terry mumbled.

“ No.”

“Then what is it? Just tell me. “

“You’re just.. not the one.”

“You’re lying”

“I’m a liar” I shrugged

I heard Terry sigh, “ stop…stop with the excuses ..stop fighting me Venus.” He ran his hands down his face. He looked exasperated. I felt guilt bubble at the bottom of my stomach, slowly creeping up searching for its freedom.

“ I can’t love you Terry..not the way you need. Not the way you want. I apologize truly, I let you buy a one way ticket to my heart, not telling you that the destination isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I’m so sorry. But you’re not meant to stretch my heart strings and surely not meant to stretch my legs past your shoulders at 4am. Not anymore. This has gone on long enough. I just hope we can remain friends. “

When I finally looked at him..his eyes were red. Mouth agape and his entire being cried hopeless. I walked up to him “ Goodbye Terry.” I whispered. I made my way to the door feeling numb. I did what needed to be done. I almost left till I heard him speak. In a faint whisper he said his last words to me “ Thank you..for telling me. Goodbye to you too Venus.”

That was the end, I walked out of the door yet, that was 30 minutes ago. I found myself sitting against the wall on the outside of his apartment. I replayed all of our memories. What was it about Terry that made me so rigid. Was it me ? Have I convinced myself I am not worthy of his love ? I stayed there for a bit, a familiar melody began to play from his home. Our favorite song.

My dream maker, my heart breaker

wherever you’re going

I’m going that way

Two drifters off to see the world

Such a crazy world you’ll see

We’re all chasing after our ends

Life’s just around the bend, my friend

Moon river and me.

I closed my eyes. Maybe next lifetime.

[particular-one]

I noticed ur request are open I just have to request something aslo had this idea for awhile now I tried my best to explain it detailed hope this ok

May I request a crossover fic fan heng x Genshin impact reader where reader based of electro archon Raiden shogun and maybe reader gets transported to astral express /honkai star rail universe and Mets the team I Aslo wanted to elaborate on raiden past and how she is very closed off perosn due to her past experiences with people and is very hard to make Friends

Until she Mets dan heng and they grow close bond and maybe helps reader try return her homeland . You know how raiden has two forms maybe her body is unstable like in honkai universe (like how in story quest for Genshin Ei (Reader) body want able to be in control due to shogun and she had battle her puppet self in like the boss fight verison in game maybe she unlocks this form in Plane of Euthymia to keep herself from the effects of erosion. So Reader created the puppet Shogun to ensure immunity from the decay of her physical body.While in the Plane of Euthymia, maybe reader loses control of herself like in her new form shogun and Dan heng and the team have to reason with her I hope this makes sense I was trying add shogun past best I can plus I desperately wanted crossover idea like this Dan heng since I adore him I hope this request is ok fill free to ask questions and I hope this request idea makes sense 💕I just adore Dan heng sm and love ur work plus raiden shogun Ei is my fav so YEY

pairing. dan heng x raiden ei!reader author’s note. i had to revisit shogun’s story quests cz it’s been a while i’ve gotten invested in the storyline of genshin but i enjoyed writing this (i hit the word limit with the text block too😭). i took a little creative liberty around the story of hsr so i hope it’s to your liking. :]

◇ — before you were recruited by the astral express, you were a lone drifter with a mysterious past. this universe was very much different than your own, so it was only natural for you to close yourself off with anything foreign — which is, pretty much everything. ◇ — it had been welt that located you in a nearby planet, but sent both march and dan heng to investigate. you were classified as an anomaly, and truthfully, welt had his suspicions about you at first — it was clear you did not belong to this world (but neither did he, hence why his curiosity was stoked. ◇ — to say that dan heng was merely intrigued by you is an understatement. he was downright mesmerized, that march kept teasing him on the way back. still, you were waaaaay harder to crack than anyone they’ve had on the express. you only agreed to stay with them because himiko had sensed that you were looking for your home, and promised to find a way to help you safely return. ◇ — despite the fact you’ve been with the astral express for a month, you seemed to just pop up with your presence undetected around the express, sometimes even scaring pom pom. since you did not have a permanent room on the express, dan heng offered to let you sleep in the archives. yet, during one night, he found you sleeping on the couch of the express instead. whenever he found you like that, he grabbed the singular blanket he had in his room and draped it over you. ◇ — among all the members, dan heng was the first one you warmed up to. you were always grateful when he seemingly checked up on you to make sure you were alright at night (though you had pretended to be asleep, you could always see him checking). you ended up trying to cook for him… but despite the rock hard bread, dan heng felt touched at the gesture. though he had a hard time swallowing after that. ◇ — somehow, you slowly started participating around the express. you returned march’s very chirpy greetings, you sometimes made the occasional remark that always turned everybody’s heads towards you and you sometimes shared a serene smile with dan heng, which .. made march envious because she wanted a smile from you too! dan heng knew how much returning back to your home meant to you and had stayed up in the archives trying to look for a way to get you back home — though he sometimes underwent a slight cognitive dissonance on helping you to get home, since he didn’t want you to leave the express this sudden. ◇ — due to your powerful nature, welt and himeko assigned you to go trailblazing with march and dan heng. you could easily demolish your enemies which march always finds cool and remarks on it every time. dan heng finds it cool as well but he isn’t as expressive as march about it. however, as you engaged in more battles and rumours of your god-like powers spread across the universe, it was only a matter of time an enemy faction took notice and decided that they wanted to take you for themselves. ◇ — the astral express fought to keep you safe from them, but amidst the struggle, dan heng protected you from a fatal blow which resulted in him getting severely injured. seeing him injured because of you drove you to guilt and made you remember the grief of losing everyone you loved to erosion. you went berserk against the enemy faction and successfully wiped them out, but you suddenly disappeared from the astral express. ◇ — when dan heng recovered, he was worried sick when himeko mentioned how you suddenly distanced yourself from the express and disappeared without a moment’s notice. he took it to the archives yet again to figure out where you might be, and not long after, he and welt surmised where you might possibly be — the planet they first found you in. ◇ — you were different than how they remembered you; since the fight, you had withdrawn back into your plane of euthymia and allowed raiden shogun to take full control of yourself outside. the astral express fought against your puppet to not only try and crack your shell again, but also to get one of their beloved members back.

“she’s so strong—!” march yelled from the back, just as dan heng deflected another hit from the shogun’s spear. he had always admired your strength; it had always been a delight to fight side by side with you, but never against you — that was for sure.

he knew this … puppet was not you. in truth, dan heng had sensed for a very long time that you were grappling with some sort of internal conflict, but he didn’t expect to be validated like this.

nor did he really expect that he would be fighting you as another you, that is.

still, dan heng had been extra careful not to land a devastating attack on you — well, puppet you. he didn’t really know how these cases work, but in the event that that was still you, he didn’t want to hurt you by accident.

that would be the last thing he had wanted to do.

every inch of his body was aching, his muscles felt like they were burning with how much dan heng was pushing them. he still hadn’t fully recovered, but he jumped right into this mission with only you your safety in mind.

“dan heng! behind you!”

he had been too tired to notice that the shogun was right behind him, sword raised up and ready to inflict an attack. dan heng could feel his body freeze up as he tried to get himself away — though, to his surprise, the shogun moved past him to unleash a lightning strike on …. the shogun?

was he that tired that he was now seeing double of you?

you — the you with the sword — looked back at him with a confused expression, before going back to engage with the other you. but the fleeting look you gave him was a look he could always recognize a mile away. “that’s y/n!”

immediately, march was by his side as he stepped outside the area where you were fighting the shogun puppet. “they’re both y/n, dan heng— but they’re fighting each other???” he shook his head. “no— the one with the sword. that’s our y/n.”

march didn’t seem all that convinced until welt nodded. “right. we have to stay out of her zone so we don’t block her line of sight.” dan heng’s hand gripped cloud piercer tightly just as he watched you jump right back into fighting the puppet.

“but we can’t just leave her alone—” march started, but welt placed a hand on her shoulder and shook his head. “we won’t. we just have to find that opening.”

━━━━━━━ ˖°˖ ☾☆☽ ˖°˖ ━━━━━━━

it was a constant back and forth. with the express supporting you at the back but never directly interfering, you were the one who directly battled the shogun. you withdrew back to your plane of euthymia in shame for endangering dan heng, so you were surprised to see him and the others here.

they care more about you than you had initially thought.

the shogun was relentless in battle — but you had instructed it to be like that. the shogun was meant to be flawless and firm; yet, here you were: battling against it for full control of yourself, and to be able to reunite with your friends.

with your newfound will, you pushed yourself to the limit to finally face your fears head on. it was time to put an end to this.

“dan heng, now!” the voice sounded like welt, but at his command, you watched as dan heng leapt in the air and into the battlefield. his cloud piercer raised just as he timed his attack on the puppet just as you unleashed another lightning strike. the impact had been enough to send you back, that dan heng immediately dropped back down to catch you in his arms.

you could see the shogun lower their spear, it’s form no longer in pristine condition as it once was. your own puppet was staring at you, its eyes glancing at dan heng, who still had you in his arms, and to the rest of the astral express. without another word, the shogun turned back and disappeared into the plane of euthymia, but not before giving you a nod.

“are you okay, y/n?! what was that? where are we?” you never thought march bombarding you with a million questions would comfort you as much as it did now, but you really did miss her, and the rest of the crew.

“you guys… came back? for me?”

dan heng helped you up, but his arm never left you. “of course we did.” he had a furrowed expression in his eyes, but they shone with the brightest concern. normally, you didn’t want anyone taking pity on you, but you simply relaxed in his arms.

they did care. he still cares.

the thought of home and eternity had always staved off the cold in your heart, but the feeling of being in dan heng’s arms had sent enveloped you in a warmth that you’ve frankly never experienced before.

you could hardly suppress your smile, and seeing dan heng return it to you made the warmth in your chest spread even further.

you could definitely get used to this.

written by carlyle (@particular-one) copyright: all content belongs to particular-one on tumblr (2023)

[billysjoel]

moon river, wider than a mile i'm crossing you in style some day oh, dream maker, you heart breaker wherever you're goin', i'm goin' your way

two drifters, off to see the world there's such a lot of world to see we're after the same rainbow's end waitin' 'round the bend my huckleberry friend moon river and me

[synnthamonsugar]

Sending an ask instead of commenting because I prefer to keep discourse away from my blog. but, I have to get some of this off my chest. it's bound to be lengthy, so don't feel like you have to read/respond. you just seem like maybe you'll get my point. Read this as one big I statement because of course it's my opinion and I'm not out here reading everyone's minds.

On that last post. I think a lot of people have gone and manic-pixie-dream-girl'd Eris beyond recognition, and that some of shippers (not all, ofc) have spent so much time with their own headcanons & fanfic that they've forgotten how their real dynamic is. It's easy to project a relationship onto them if you're already looking for one. People see them bicker and go "aw, they're arguing like an old married couple!" when, no. They're just arguing.

Drifter definitely flirts with her, but she doesn't reciprocate and I don't even think that it's necessarily serious. That man would flirt with a wall if he thought it would be funny. He seems like the type to tease people that way regardless of gender or attraction to them.

I don't deny that there's something between them. knowing the lore as I do I think it's safe to say that they're somewhat close, whatever that can even mean for either of them, but for fucks sake close isn't always romantic. Are they friends? Maybe. Can either of them have friends at their level of stability? I genuinely don't know. I don't think that we've been given enough to go off of, honestly. I don't like the idea that they're going to magically have their trauma cured by dating each other. She doesn't need him to "file down her teeth", and I don't think that he would. He definitely seems to benefit from her input, though. I don't feel like their relationship is very balanced in that. There's plenty of lore to back up him getting and using advice from her, and it being helpful to him, but I haven't seen much the other way around. He's immature in a way that she isn't, and people seem to think she's going to settle for that.

I don't care who people ship or what their headcanons are, that's all their own business. If I don't like it, it's not like I'm going off on their blogs in the space they've made themselves about why I don't agree with them. I prefer to just back off a bit, let them have their space and I'll have mine. But I don't always see that respect going both ways, and it starts to really bother me when people try to project their headcanons onto other blogs and onto the developers. Almost anything I see of them independently, it seems someone has to show up with "but where's [the other one]", and I've seen shippers go after multiple people for asking that their fanart of the two isn't tagged as ship art. It's just overstepping at that point.

Of course, I don't like lumping a bunch of people under the single label of drifteris shippers and calling them all a problem, I'm well aware that it's probably a loud minority silent majority type situation and I'm not going to assume someone's like that just because that's their content. But a lot (that I've seen) are.

On the misogyny part, I've definitely seen it in some. I'm a guy, so I'm probably not going to have the world's best explanation of why, but what gets to me is mostly the over-romanticism of Eris as his quirky goth gf. It's dumb and often comes off as objectifying. Sometimes it's like people think she's some edgy egirl twitch streamer. I find it strange how much fanart of her changes her appearance too, given we can barely actually see her. And sometimes it winds up painting Drifter as this douchy dudebro that he just isn't. One of the best things about his character to me is that he has his attitude without the shit treatment of women that comes along with it with most similar characters in games. I don't understand the need to turn around and twist him into someone that pushes her boundaries, which is pretty necessary to read their arguments as flirting.

I don't know what else to say, it's late and I'm tired and I'll probably feel stupid for letting myself get wrapped up in fandom discourse but I might as well say it while the conversation is happening.

(adding in case you do post this) v

No shade to shippers that don't fit the description I've put here. If you're reading this and go "Hey! I don't do that!" then obviously I don't mean you. You're all just doing what makes you happy and, hey, go for it. Tumblr is a great place for that. It's only an issue (imo) when that crosses the line into expecting everyone else to have the same headcanons or ignore what is canon. Go make art and fanfic and whatever you want, there's plenty of people who will appreciate it. I'm glad the positive side of the ship fanbase helps boost both of their stories, I hope it winds up driving Bungie to put more content in of them, together or apart.

Thank you for the thoughtful message Anon. Honestly I cosign all of this and wish I could respond to each of your points, but will at least try to cover a few of the ones that hit most with me.

Replies under the cut, since this is a long one ...

I think a lot of people have gone and manic-pixie-dream-girl’d Eris beyond recognition

I've thought about this for awhile. Eris is frequently written as a Manic Pixie Dream Girl insofar as being the offbeat catalyst for a jaded man's journey to a better version of himself.

He seems like the type to tease people that way regardless of gender or attraction to them.

Whether you ship them or not, it's odd seeing Drifter's canon characterization as a recklessly charismatic flirt lost in fanon. That special significance is placed on his flirtation with Eris, and not with the Guardian, Orin, Efrideet, or Rahool, or the others I'm probably forgetting.

Of course, the Guardian is a blank slate the player can project motives onto, and the others are characters whose interactions with Drifter are limited to lore. His & Eris' interactions stand out. That still doesn't mean it's inherently romantic; I've platonically flirted, held hands, snuggled, danced, bed-shared, and other things fans would dedicate thousands of words of shipfic to were I a fictional character.

Though reading it as such is fine (and I'll concede, probably lines up with the authors' intent, since we know some of them are shippers), nothing in the lore is explicitly romantic. Note, authorial intent, word-of-god and canon are all separate things, as much as fandom conflates them.

An aside, it's interesting how fanon surrounding Drifter paints him as socially anxious, touch starved, romantically awkward ... until he meets Eris. While I understand the utility in shipping — to emphasize the One True Love aspect since serial monogamy, much less polyamory, is unknown to most, especially F/M, shippers — it also comes off as "did not read the lore" at best, and "perpetuating negative stereotypes about Asian men" at worst.

Can either of them have friends at their level of stability? I genuinely don’t know.

This is why Eris' and Drifter's dynamic peaked in Arrivals & Beyond Light. The tenuousness of their alliance, the acceptance and rejection of each other's flaws, the trust between them that wasn't earned but necessary to survive. It was fun, tense and compelling and I wish more of the fandom focused on this era of their relationship.

I don’t like the idea that they’re going to magically have their trauma cured by dating each other.

Cosigned. The idea that love can mend any wound, heal any trauma, or fix any flaw is textbook amatonormativity, and has unfortunate implications when applied to Eris' story. I shouldn't have to detail why "woman overcomes trauma with the affection of a man" leaves a bad taste in my and many other fans' mouths, especially when it's favored over her longer-standing relationships with other characters. Why is her bond with Ikora ignored? Zavala? Asher? Mara? Why is so much of her growth pinned on one man, when there are other, deeper relationships that have existed since practically the beginning of Destiny's narrative? Why is there so little shipping surrounding Eris and these other characters?

Almost anything I see of them independently, it seems someone has to show up with “but where’s [the other one]”, and I’ve seen shippers go after multiple people for asking that their fanart of the two isn’t tagged as ship art.

I don't typically engage with popular Destiny ships, but I draw Mara Sov frequently. By herself, and, frequently, in non-Marasjur pairings. Not once have I gotten a "Where's Sjur?" comment, or even a "Where's Shaxx?" for that matter, as pushy as the "helmet stayed on" bros are. Meanwhile, I expect these comments when posting Eris art, particularly Eris F/F. I've had this happen in art I've drawn of her and Drifter with a disclaimer that the art is platonic/not to tag as ship! At that point it's not misunderstanding, it's entitlement.

I don’t like lumping a bunch of people under the single label of drifteris shippers and calling them all a problem

Agreed. I'm technically an Eris/Drifter shipper in the sense of consuming and producing art & fic for them, though I've pulled back from interacting with that part of the fandom because [waves hands generally]. I have no issues with drifteris as a ship, nor enmity drifteris shippers as a whole, but the individuals who engage in rude behavior.

what gets to me is mostly the over-romanticism of Eris as his quirky goth gf.

I'm going to repost what @/unsaelig said, since it's a salient point:

"I have no actual way of proving this, but given how much it’s been a staple, for the past 9 years, to speak of Eris as an unpleasant, unstable, worrying, suspicious individual, and given how much people like to fixate on how Eris & Drifter’s dynamic “softens” her and makes her more palatable and conventional, I do strongly feel Drifter is probably brought up with her as a “package deal” so often because in their eyes he “defangs” her & makes her much easier to take."

I do think there's a popular fandom read on Drifter as a funny, quirky guy who's a little out-of-pocket, an edgier fandomified-and-flanderized Cayde-6, if you will, and that Eris has to naturally follow by being an inoffensively gothy dommy mommy. It's perplexing, it's objectifying, and it makes me wonder what people are actually shipping them for if they sand down their characterization so much.

I don’t understand the need to turn around and twist him into someone that pushes her boundaries, which is pretty necessary to read their arguments as flirting.

The misogyny - amatonormativity combo again. Before anyone comes for me because I like enemies-to-lovers: sword-fighting your beloved to the death over a pit of lava isn't normalized, but saying that boys who bully girls are "just flirting" is. "I hate my wife", "I wish my husband was dead" and "ol' ball and chain" 'jokes' are. The patriarchy instructs men to disrespect women, and tells women to be flattered by the disrespect of men because at least you're receiving a man's attention. It's neither cute nor funny, and I equally dislike it when empoweringly reversed so that the man is the target of the insult.

No shade to shippers that don't fit the description I've put here. If you're reading this and go "Hey! I don't do that!" then obviously I don't mean you.

Cosigned completely. I know I have reputation as an arch-hater, but I have nothing but respect for people who are shipping them in ways that don't play into tired stereotypes of M/F relationships. (Or misogyny, or racism, or...)

Sometimes I wonder if I should try to put more good Eris/Drifter out there, but most of the time I fear I would only be stemming the tide; I am just one person with limited resources, and there is so much out there that my work will go unnoticed and my time is better spent boosting small ships that need the help.

Mostly I wish there was more focus on Eris and Drifter as individuals, in the game and in the fandom, further exploration of their bonds with other characters, and an environment where a wider range of gen and ship fic/art could flourish.

[smoshysimp]

how it should have gone

shayne x reader

warnings: it’s kinda a sad one

“just, shut up and listen to this.”

shayne rolled his eyes, already obeying with a wordless reply.

you pressed play on your phone and put it down on the center console. soon after, the car’s speakers filled with hepburn’s moon river.

hardly satisfied with your feat, you turned your body toward your door and stared out the window. you were mad at him, because he ruined the moment. the sun was perfectly set in front of the both of you as you drove on the highway. mountains became more prominent on different parts of the horizon. shayne had just finished driving through the majority of albuquerque and you felt the song was fitting for the view, at least, before you started to argue about something you didn’t even remember anymore.

dream maker, you heart breaker; wherever you’re goin’, i’m goin’ your way

you hated when this happened. you found yourself remembering every argument, all forming into one giant fight in your mind. about leaving on time, about family members making the trip hard, about each other making the journey unbearable; no matter how you went about it, you two had basically fought and jabbed at one another the entire time. and the damn song you put on made you feel worse, when it was supposed to romanticize the sunset.

two drifters off to see the world, there’s such a lot of world to see

sometimes, you felt so alone. you felt trapped, because he was with you when you found out about your parents. who else could you talk to about anything? you didn’t have your mentors anymore to help with relationship situations like these. you were too old to google the problem and search for answers. hopeless moments lasted forever, and branded the edges of your memories as if to remind you that you never truly enjoyed a quiet moment.

with a sigh, you placed your hands in your lap and picked at your nails. to your surprise, shayne’s right hand grabbed your left and brought it closer to him.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry for arguing with you right now, and for arguing so much during the trip. i picked a lot of fights that i shouldn’t have, and i didn’t mean to do that to you. i know it’s really hard, going back after so long and around their anniversary, but i love you, and i know your parents would be proud of you.”

you gave his hand a squeeze as you fought back tears; your head and body still faced the passenger window. “i’m sorry too.”

his thumb brushed against your knuckles. no words were exchanged as the song ended, and it went back to playing whatever was on his playlist.

“can you play it again?” he asked.

you nodded your head, unsure if he saw it. not wanting to break the connection, you grabbed your phone with your free hand. the song played again, and this time, your body faced him as you both silently gazed into the mountainous sunset.

moon river, wider than a mile; i’m crossing you in style someday