#ugh I’m dying peacefully

[r1nstaaa]

bangchan x fem!reader

blond chan is my roman empire.

MDNI!!!!

warnings: smut, chan has a breeding kink lol (he def does), tysm maya for the prompt ily and uh yes. enjoy.

you were sitting on the bed, peacefully scrolling on your phone. recently, your fyp has been filled with videos of the cutest babies ever and its literally torture. they’re so cute, so tiny that it makes you want one of your own. god, the baby fever has been hitting hard.

you looked to the side at your husband, who was also sitting on the bed, right beside you. his right hand was resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the plush skin. “channie” you called out. “mm, what is it love?” he questioned, not looking up from his phone. ugh, the nickname. it still made you weak in the knees, even after 3 years of marriage. “channieeee” you called out again, demanding his full attention. “yes baby, i’m listening.” he looked up, not breaking eye contact this time. 

you stared at his lips. he knew what you were getting at. “you were gonna say something, baby?” the reminder made you snap your eyes back to his.

“i want a baby.” you deadpanned.

you hadn’t planned on blurting it out this way, it just happened. it had been in the back of your mind since the past few days, but you hadn’t really given it much thought. but chan? its safe to say he’s been dying to fill you with his seed ever since he saw you playing with your nephew during christmas last year. seeing the way you handle kids had him fully convinced you were gonna be an amazing mom and nothing could make him think otherwise.

with chan, all you had to do was ask. your wish was his command. and so, here you were, getting every last one of your wishes fulfilled.

his face was buried in your cunt, licking up every single drop you had to offer. he did not plan on letting anything go to waste. you had lost count of how many times he’d made you cum in the past hour, and if he had any intentions of stopping sometime soon, he was really good at hiding it. your fingers gripped at his hair, the curly strands wrapped around your fingers as you tugged at them lightly, making him groan against your sensitive cunt. the vibrations made you arch your back, the friction from his nose feeling sinfully delicious. “‘m gonna cum channie… fuck” you moaned out as he slipped his middle finger into your aching hole, pushing you closer to the edge. “c’mon baby, i know you can give me one more. that’s my girl.” he said, as he placed kisses on your tummy when you came down from your high.

he placed kisses all the way up to your collarbones, taking his time to fondle with your tits midway. he sucked and bit at your neck, leaving hickies all over the visible parts of your skin. he loved making it difficult for you to hide the remnants of your shared desire for each other. 

“what’d you say darlin’? said you wanted a baby?” he questioned, his hands working skilfully to rub and pinch your nipples. “y-yes.. fuck chan. need you to give me a baby.. please.” you mewled, back arching due to the pleasure. 

“since you asked so nicely…” he grunted as he slapped your clit with his cock, gathering your wetness near your entrance. “who am i to deny, baby?” he said as he pushed his cock inside with one full thrust, making you choke out a broken sob at the sudden stretch. the pain mixed with the pleasure made your brain go all mushy. all you could think about was the way his cock filled you up and the way his hands gripped your waist as he tried his best to not start thrusting into you already. “chan.. fuck me, please.” was all he needed to hear before he started rutting into you, building a rhythm and trying his best to not break it and absolutely ruin you right there. “fuck, you’re taking me so well, pretty girl. gonna fuck a baby into you.” his hands reached out for yours, holding onto them and interlocking his fingers with yours.

his pace was starting to get a bit rougher, hitting that spot inside you with each thrust. “so fuckin gorgeous. all mine, aren’t you?” he whispered against your neck, placing hot, wet kisses on your sensitive skin. 

 “shit, stop clenching ‘round my cock like that baby, gonna make me cum.” his thrusts started getting sloppier as you were both about to reach your highs, him reaching down to press on your clit and rub on it using his thumb. he spat on it and pinched it, finally making you come undone around his cock. your pussy squeezed him in even more, getting impossibly tighter. shit, you were driving him insane.

“fuck baby, m’close. so close.” he grunted. “you wan’ it inside? wan’ me to fill up that pretty little cunt of yours?” you nod mindlessly, completely fucked out. “words, pretty girl.” 

“y-yes channie. fill me up, please.” you said, as your cunt squeezed around him one last before he released his load deep inside you, your walls fluttering around his cock. 

he collapsed onto you, rightfully breathless. he reached down to push his dripping cum into your cunt with two of his fingers, giving you a sweet kiss and pecking your cheek after. 

“might wanna do this again just to be safe, you know?” 

[verdemoun]

okay I loved the charles timewarp au but now I’m curious. If you haven’t answered this already, how would Arthur react to seeing Mary again after 1899? I’m so curious I love your stuff sm ugh

So mary probably wouldn't have been timewarped because i love her so much I want to believe she did move on from the heartbreak of arthur dying and lived a fulfilling life doing charity work as a wealthy widow (of mr linton) and using her ability to blend into high society to become a real voice for the voiceless in the memory of arthur and other outlaws. she would've passed away peacefully of old age and was adored and remembered fondly by hundreds and a school was named after her but HYPOTHETICALLY

she just fell into a depression and after jamie finished college and found the girl of his dreams and was happy with his life she just didn't really have a purpose for being anymore and quite literally died of a broken heart somewhere around 1905**

she isn't one of the people the gang would've thought to check the obituaries for so she would've in mary fashion kept calm and figured things out all on her own

on her persons she had a fair number of coins that would later sell for six figures. like she has $10 of coins in her purse but valued as mint condition collectables she easily had a million plus dollars in todays currency so getting a place to call home was easy while she figured out what the hell was going on.

she didn't immediately connect the dots of this has something to do with the VDLs and ran into isaac by chance

i headcanon that eliza sort of happened while mary and arthur were on a break because of her father's disapproval but mary was never angry about it because she knew she had no right to be bitter over arthur seeing someone else when he didn't know if they would ever get to see each other again (and eliza and arthur were never seeing each other like they were friends before having sex but having sex was a one time thing when they were drunk. isaac was raised by co-parents not a couple from the start)

but anyway mary recognized isaac and isaac recognized mary mostly from stories even though they'd met when isaac was real young so isaac put mary in contact with eliza who then put mary in contact with arthur

in a strange way the dynamic never changed. mary had enough money to be very comfortable in modern era while arthur is still living with hosea trying to be part of isaac's life like all arthur's different versions of himself are colliding in a very distressing way because he does love mary but it's never the right time

they kind of repeat that conversation they have in saint denis where they love each other and they will always love each other but even in modern era their lives never align quite right for them to be in love they're more platonic soul mates

it's so much more satisfying for them both to acknowledge 'this will never happen but i still care about you and want to be part of your life' than trying to make a relationship work while arthur has So much going on eg. helping other people who time warp adjust, still learning modern era, being part of isaac's life while isaac is very much a troublemaker with them damn outlaw genes, missing charles in the same way he thought he missed mary

but being with mary is different like arthur loves her so much but it's still so different to how he loves charles he truly deeply loves mary as a friend she will never not mean something to him but their dynamic the fun teasing at the theatre it just works so much better as friends meanwhile he misses charles romantically he can, has and will survive without mary but without charles it's like a part of him is missing too

mary gets in touch with annabelle and bessie who a) met her in early gang days as arthur's partner and b) have the most experience as women in modern era SO much has changed being a woman in 1900s to modern era and it's so positive mary isn't just a widow anymore she can truly be whatever she wants it's mainstream for women to go to college and higher education

the ladies in the gang in a way had more liberty than high society women like mary she would go absolutely feral realizing she can dress how she wants and banish the corset. she can do whatever she wants the ceiling is only glass not concrete

she becomes a renowned cultural conservationist whether it's art or books she's so passionate about preserving history so people learn from the past and its mistakes

she is free in every sense like socially she can be what she wants she can study what she wants she can have her own bank account and she's not waiting for arthur and arthur's not waiting for her their lives are only intertangled as friends

she catches up with the gang regularly because fellow 1899 survivors are hard to come by but she is very much her own woman. more importantly she's part of the ladies of 1899 gang which is when her, bessie, annabelle, grimshaw, karen, abigail and eliza (molly is invited but rarely comes) catch up they meet for brunch to talk about girl things like the patriarchy.

[entink]

Into the Darkness of the Night

Sunghoon was walking his girlfriend home from school. Unaware of the creatures lurking in the dark.

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Sunghoon was walking his girlfriend home from cram school. It had taken longer than usual and it was already night time. They had chatted and shared laughs along the way.

As they talked, they were unknown to the creatures lurking in the shadows. The creatures whispered to one another. “Ugh! I will kill that little brat! Stealing my woman…!” One of them said angrily. “You can not keep killing any guy you see just because you are jealous.” The other said with a huff.

The couple kept on their journey, eventually reaching into alleyway. It was a shortcut to get to the girl’s house. They were walking hand in hand, when one of the creatures jumped out of the shadows and onto Sunghoon. He fell backwards and the creature quickly got on top of him. “Ah, shit! Get off me!” He struggled and tried to push the thing off of him but to no avail.

“Get off of him!” his girlfriend yelled. The thing didn’t seem to care about her words though. Sunghoon continued to struggle with the creature until it finally got serious. It harshly bit into Sunghoon’s neck and he screamed, trying desperately to escape its bite.

But it wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon. The creature slowly bit down harder and deeper, leaving a deep gash in his neck. Sunghoon felt like dying. His blood ran over the creature’s fangs. His girlfriend ran up next to him as she watched the creature devour Sunghoon’s bloody body.

She looked at the monster and yelled, “Stop! Let him go! Leave him alone!” But of course, the creature ignored her. Instead he said, ”Ugh…You’re annoying. I don’t want you anymore. I’m leaving.” With that, the creature turned to walk away. Sunghoon still lay lifelessly on the ground and could only watch as the creature walked away as if he did nothing.

His girlfriend quickly knelt down and tried to inspect Sunghoon’s wound. Her eyes widened as she saw the wound. It was a huge bite mark. Like something from an animal. There was so much blood coming from his wound that it covered his uniform almost entirely. “Help! Someone help him!” She cried, but there was not a living soul around to hear it.

Suddenly someone else came out of the shadows and rushed toward Sunghoon, pushing the girl aside. It was a woman. A very beautiful woman actually. Unworldy beautiful. Very pale. Very tall. Red lips almost like the color of blood. Long dark hair flowing down to her waist. Wearing a robe. Kimono maybe?

The woman knelt by Sunghoon’s side and examined him. “Who..who are you…? No, that doesn’t matter. He needs help! Please! Help him!” Sunghoon’s girlfriend begged, hoping the woman would be of some help. The woman seemed to ignore the young girl and focused her attention on Sunghoon.

“I was just on my nightly walk when I smelled something delicious. I followed it and found this sweet looking boy laying on the ground. A very handsome one at that…yes…he would be perfect…” The woman said, stroking the boy’s dark brown hair affectionately. “Wh..wh..what are you talking about?” His girlfriend asked, confused by all the words.

The stranger didn’t respond and instead went back to examining the wound. Sunghoon was bleeding even more now.

“I would love to gobble him up right now. But, he’s way too perfect to be wasted like that. Hmm…” The woman checked Sunghoon’s pulse. “His heartbeat is faint, which means that he’s close to death. That won’t do though.”

The woman raised her to Sunghoon’s face and started covering his mouth and nose, completely cutting off his air supply. “What are you doing?! Are you trying to kill him?!” his girlfriend yelled.

The woman responded, “Don’t worry…this will help him die peacefully and swiftly~” She pressed harder against Sunghoon’s face as he weakly struggled for air.

When she removed her hand, Sunghoon wasn’t moving.

He was dead.

‘Perfect~’ The woman thought to herself as she looked at the corpse. “Oh my God! What did you just do?! You killed him!” His girlfriend yelled at the woman as she cried. “Calm, child,” the woman simply told her. The woman raised her wrist to her mouth.

When she opened her mouth, the girl let out a scream upon seeing the fangs adoring the woman’s teeth. The woman slowly sunk her teeth into her own wrist, causing it to bleed.

She then held her arm above the dead boy’s face. She lowered her arm and watched as her blood dripped into Sunghoon’s mouth.

Once she thought he had enough, the woman closed Sunghoon’s mouth to make sure he got the blood into his system. Once done, the woman stood and stared down at the boy. A few seconds went by. The woman stared at the boy as his girlfriend was frozen in shock.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, something happened.

Sunghoon jolted up as if he had just awoken from nightmare. He breathed heavily as he looked around all dazed and confused before taking in his surroundings.

“How…? But..you…” his girlfriend stuttered. “What…?” Sunghoon asked himself. He couldn’t wrap his mind around everything that had happened. He held his hands up and stared at them in shock before looking down at his blood stained clothes. “I thought I was dead…no, I know I was dead do how…?” the boy mumbled to himself. “S…Sunghoon…are you…okay?” his girlfriend nervously asked, not sure what to do.

The boy remained silent for a while as he processed everything. “I don’t know…what is happening…” he finally said. “But…I’m….fine…I think…” he placed his hands on his throat, “But I’m starving.” Sunghoon spoke quietly. “I’m…so…so…hungry…” he looked at his girlfriend. He stared at her as he slowly got up.

As he stared at her, it was as if he could see the veins bulging on her neck. As if he could see the blood pulsing through her…smell it almost. Sunghoon could hardly think straight anymore. All he knew was that he had to quench his hunger…his thirst… His girlfriend still sat on the ground, unaware of what was about to happen to her.

Sunghoon suddenly leaped on her, pinning her to the ground. Sunghoon’s eyes glowed red and a set of fangs made its appearance in his mouth. He bit down hard on her neck and started sucking on her blood harshly. She screamed as her boyfriend sucked her blood relentlessly.

Soon enough, the girl stopped struggling and became limp. Her blood was being sucked out of her body by her own boyfriend, except, that wasn’t who he was anymore. He was a vampire. An undead creature of the night.

Once his girlfriend didn’t have anymore blood left in her to drain, Sunghoon shakily got up. He staggered backward before falling to the ground feeling horrified. He looked at his bloodied hands before looking at the dead body of his girlfriend.

“What did I do…? I…No…! That wasn’t me…! But…” it was then when Sunghoon finally noticed the woman standing nearby. He slowly looked over to look at her, “Who…are you…?” he asked. The woman smiled, “You must be still be hungry. Come with me. We need to feed.”

She grabbed Sunghoon’s hand and pulled him up. “We have a lot we need to discuss, darling.”

And with that, she pulled Sunghoon away into the darkness where a whole new life awaited him.

[sunwoobbeokie]

Lovers in Seoul Chapters 3 & 4

4.1k word count

Ongoing Novel

So as I’m unpacking my hunger starts to grow more. “Ugh I’m starving.”  Then I hear a knock on the door. “Oh come in!” I say. Then a taller man walks through the door with blonde hair that kinda reminds me of a puppy. 

“Uh H-Hi I’m Yunho I was told that you just moved in and I wanted to give you a proper greeting and welcome you to Korea.” he says starting to blush a little bit and I laugh at his actions. “Nice to meet you Yunho, I’m Kaia.*stomach growls*.” I hold my stomach out of embarrassment. 

“Aha I can see you’re  hungary.” he points out and I turn red like a tomato. “ Yeah I haven’t eaten since I boarded my yesterday.” I say still holding my stomach. “ Well Yeosang and I were on our way to grab something. Do you want to come?” he asked. “Sure why not? It will help me get used to the town. “ I say as I slip on my shoes. So we walked out of my room and he mentioned Yeosang. 

“ Uh Yunho? Who is Yeosang?” I asked him. “I’m Yeosang.” a beautiful man pops up out of nowhere and his aura is just as bright as him. 

“ Hi Yeosang, I'm Kaia. Wow, you're so handsome. I mean I’m sorry.” I say I'm still dying of embarrassment. “Aha it’s okay, it's not everyday we have a girl in our apartment.” he chuckles a little bit. *Stomach growls* 

“ Let’s get you some food before you get a stomachache.” Yunho says. “Please I beg!” Still holding my stomach and now my face.

Later that night

We had just got home and we might’ve had a few drinks. We were stumbling over each other close enough we could kiss but they would be weird. “I-I’m gonna we’re gonna go to bed now.” Yunho says, slurring his words and stumbling. “Okay goodnight!” I laughed at him and Yeosang as they  walked  to their  room. I don’t start school until next week but maybe I can get to know each member to make sure that this is the right place for me. So I go into my room after a fun night with new friends and I get ready to settle down, when I hear another knock at the door. I looked at my watch to see what time it was and it was almost midnight. So I thought to myself, “Who could that be at this time of night?” So I walked over to the door and I saw three more handsome men. One has a sweet gummy smile, the other one has broad shoulders, and the one has tan beautiful skin. I was confused as to why they were here. “Yunho wasn’t joking! Aha we thought he was drunk and seeing things.” The tan one exclaims. “Uhm I’m Kaia, I just moved in, Nice to meet you all.” I say to break the awkward tension. “Oh I’m Wooyoung, this is San and Jongho.” He says. “ Nice to meet you all. I don’t mean to be rude but it is a little late. May I please go to bed?” I say with a kind smile. “O-oh yes for sure we didn’t mean to interrupt.” San says, grabbing the other members and starting to walk away. “Goodnight! Once again it was night meeting you all!” I say whispering down the hallway. Well this was an interesting night but Hongjoong told me there were eight of them.. There’s Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho and Yeosang..San, Wooyoung, and Jongho. One was missing.. I shrugged it off and just proceeded to get ready for bed. 

So I was sleeping peacefully when I started to hear rumbling coming from outside my door as if people were whispering. So I got up to peek outside my door and I saw this tall figure standing in front of the door next to Yunho and Yeosang’s Room. He had dark hair and was wearing a cap as if he just got back from somewhere. I kept staring at him to make sure that he wasn’t an intruder. But I saw Yunho come out of his room so I panicked and ran back to my bed. 

“Ya…Why are you getting back so late? Why didn’t you just wait until the morning?” he says in a raspy voice. “I could wait, I missed you guys so much that I almost watched a scary movie.” the other man says. “Mingi-ah… We missed you too but if you missed us why didn’t you call?” Yunho says. “Mingi?” I whispered under the covers. “ I know but I’m better now and our manager said I can come back.” Mingi says and he sounds excited. “Well go get some rest. We have to leave in a few hours.” Yunho says, sliding back into his room “Goodnight!” Mingi says, and they part ways.

“Hmmm Mingi?”

Chapter 4:

-The next morning-

I don’t know if it was me or not about being in a different country but that was the best sleep I’ve ever had. I decided to get ready for the day. I grabbed my items to get in the shower and headed to the bathroom. I walked out of my room to a quiet house. I was confused but I forgot the guys left earlier this morning. So I started my shower and wrapped myself in a towel to start my skin care. “Hey Siri, play Seoul by RM.” I say, grabbing my toothbrush. “Now playing Seoul by RM on apple music.” As the music starts to play I just feel a sense of relaxation. After I finished my skin care my shower was warmed up and I was ready to get it but before I unwrapped my towel the bathroom door opened and as I turned around it was the tall figure I saw last night SHIRTLESS. I didn’t know what to do but stare then he looked at me confused and he began to turn red. “ OH I UHH I’M S-sorry!” he says in a panic and then leaves. In my head I was just thinking “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?”

MINIGI’S POV

So I had just woken up since the others left earlier. I told them I was coming a little later so I could eat and shower before practice. So I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me and headed towards the bathroom and I saw it was already in use. I assume one of the others decided to stay back with me and we can go in together. So I opened the door to a girl with brown curly hair, and she was just in a towel just staring at me. “OH I UHH I’M S-sorry!” I said in a panic and left with no hesitation. “When in hell did they have a girl over and how is she here?” I asked myself.

-end of mingi’s pov-

I stare in shock as the door slams closed once more, my eyes wide and my hands still covering my body. Did I just get walked in on? I thought. Still, my eyes never leave the door, the image of Mingi’s shirtless body still standing there on the threshold kept me rooted to my spot on the floor.

This was only going to get more awkward from here. Did he see me naked? What would do to this new roommate arrangement? Is it normal for roommates to see each other naked? Is it weird for me to want to see his shirtless torso again?

I shake my head. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. 

“Come one Kaia, get it together,” I sigh, before spinning on my heel towards the steaming shower. I decided to let the hot water wash away whatever worried thoughts were running through my mind, and it did just that. Warm water dripped down my body and slowly eased the tension that had worked its way into my aching muscles. The stress from this move had finally taken its toll on my body and exhaustion felt like it had settled into my bones and resided in the marrow. The water washed it away, though, it cleansed me of the dirt, grime, and stress that plagued my skin. 

I sighed, stepping out of the shower and onto the cold tiles of the bathroom. A chill immediately battled against the warmth of the steam that kissed my skin. I quickly remedied the chill of the air with a warm towel wrapped around my body. I held it there for a moment, before making the quick trek back into my room. 

I opened the door to the familiar sight of my room, albeit bare and devoid of any personal touches yet, it was still mine. Except it wasn’t…not currently anyway…not with the giant man that sat at the end of my bed with a guilty look on his face. 

“Oh my god!” I immediately flushed, fire licking at my cheeks as I spun around so I didn’t have to see the muscles that rippled beneath his skin. “Um…what are you doing in here?”

“I came to apologize,” he said quickly as if just now realizing how awkward this situation was, “For uh…for uh walking in on you.”

“And tell me how this is any better?” I asked before shaking my head. Don’t be a bitch, I thought, He’s your roommate. Don’t make this any more weird than it already is. “Uh…sorry but could you uh maybe have done this…I don’t know…after you put clothes on?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “That probably would have been better…”

“You think?” I couldn’t help but huff. I was still facing my room, and he was still sitting on my bed…in nothing but a towel. 

“Oh yeah right.. Sorry…I’ll leave.” he proceeds to get up and his towel drops and now he is fully naked. My eyes widened at the sight of his cock and I began to blush and I immediately turned away. 

“O-oh my God” I say, still embarrassed by what just happened. 

“I- uhh I.” Mingi begins to stutter. 

“No it’s fine just grab your towel and wrap it up please.” I chuckled. 

So he quickly grabs his towel and runs out the room. “This was not how I wanted to meet Mingi.” I whispered to myself. Ugh I felt like a bitch to him. Now I have to apologize to him. So I put on my clothes that I was wearing for the day and I got the courage to apologize to him. “Mingi?” I say knocking on his door and I was waiting for an answer but I hear nothing. So I walk in and he has his head down. “Mingi?” his head pops up in confusion. “I just want to say I’m sorry if I seemed like a total bitch earlier. I was wondering if we can start over?” I say, with my hand held out waiting for him to shake it. He stood up over me not to mention I’m 5 '0 this man is about 6' 0-6 '1.I was waiting for an answer but we just stood there with our eyes locked. My heart began to pound against my chest and I said to myself “I just met him today but why does it feel like forever?” Then all of a sudden he grabs me and our lips are intertwining with each other. My eyes widened at his actions. I wanted to push him away but my heart was telling me not to. Then I finally pull away. “Uhh I-I gotta go.” I say running out the room in confusion. By the time I left his room the guys were returning for their break. “Hey K-aia?” San says, looking concerned as I run into my room.

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

House of the Dragon Ep. 2: The Rogue Prince, a Summary (Incorrect Quotes Edition)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Rhaenyra: *continues to be the cupbearer*

Lyman Beesbury: Ser Ryam Redwyne died in his sleep.

Viserys: Omfg that's so sad. He died like, peacefully, right?

Lyman: Of course, my king.

Harrold Westerling: With Otto's help, I recruited guys to be in the Kingsguard.

Corlys: *barges in* Hi, excuse me, sorry for barging in. The thing in the Stepstones have escalated. 4 ships had just sank with the last one having my banner on it. And y'all are doing nothing about it. You're just sitting pretty while people are dying in the Stepstones.

Otto: Calm down, Corly. You’ll be paid for everything you lost. Why are you still complaining about it?

Corlys: I don’t want fucking compensation. We’re taking the Stepstones by force and defeat the Crabfeeder.

Viserys: I’m not going to war with the Free Cities.

Corlys: Those bitches are pirates and not with the Free Cities.

Viserys: Who do you think supplies their weapons?

Lyman: Btw, we’ve never been at war with the Free Cities. If that happens, we’re all gonna be fucked.

Corlys: We should kick the crabfeeder out of there. The king’s lil’ bro literally took Dragonstone and used the gold cloaks as his minions. He’s been there for like 6 months, but y’all are doing nothing about it.

Otto: Bitch please, just because you’re in the council doesn’t mean you can just say whatever tf you want to the king.

Viserys: Actually, Corly, I am doing something. I have gathered reinforcements from Pentos and Volantis. So I suggest you calm your tits and not worry about it. Hmmkay?

Rhaenyra: Wait, daddy, don’t we have dragonriders?

Everyone: Why tf is she talking?

Rhaenyra: You could send us, you know.

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, it’s not that simple.

Rhaenyra: Yeah, but it could intimidate them.

Corlys: *lowkey impressed* Well, at least Princess Rhae-Rhae has a plan. And it’s not bad, actually.

Rhaenyra: What I mean-

Otto: Hey, I know something Princess Rhae-Rhae can do!

Viserys: Oh, yes, Lord Commander, can you escort her to see the new recruits to the Kingsguard?

Harrold: Of course, my king.

Rhaenyra: Wtf?

Viserys: It’s better if you’ll also choose your personal bodyguard.

Rhaenyra: But-

Viserys:

Rhaenyra: *groans* Ugh, fine.

Rhaenyra: *mumbles* He makes me his heir, but I’m not allowed to talk in the council. Okay. Old bitches.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *lowkey bored as she meets the new recruits*

Rhaenyra: *unimpressed with the new recruits*

Rhaenyra: Do any of these knight even have like, combat experience? Not just capturing poachers.

Harrold: Yes, of course. Uh, Crispy Coleslaw?

Criston: *steps forward*

Rhaenyra: *lowkey flirting* Oh, hi Crispy! Did you actually fight in the Stormlands?

Criston: In the Dornish Marches, princess. I was a foot soldier against small Dornish attacks. I was knighted afterwards.

Rhaenyra:

Rhaenyra: I choose Crispy Coleslaw.

Otto: Uh, let’s not decide quickly, princess Rhae-Rhae. Crispy’s good, I guess. But maybe you should choose a knights from well-known houses?

Rhaenyra: Bitch, please. My daddy needs to be defended by people who actually know how to fight, not just people riding pretty horses for entertainment. Am I right?

Otto: Well, I mean, you’re not wrong but-

Rhaenyra: Great! Then you should instate him. Bye now. *walks out*

Otto: …

Rhaenys: *watching the exchange from afar, lowkey impressed* She actually has balls.

. . . . .

Viserys, to Alicent: *explains the history of Valyria while building his own lego diorama*

Alicent: *pretends to be interested*

Viserys: *destroys a dragon model by accident*

Viserys and Alicent: *awkward hand-touching*

Viserys: So, uh…how’s Rhae-Rhae?

Alicent: What do you mean?

Viserys: Well, she barely talks to me, even with personal things.

Alicent: It will take time. Everyone has their process, my king. I took time when my own mommy died.

Viserys: I just wished Rhae-Rhae would just reach out to me and talk about it.

Alicent: Maybe you should go to her.

Viserys: Well…honestly, I’d rather face a dragon than my moody 15-year-old baby girl.

Alicent: I think she would open up more, if you allowed her to.

Viserys: Can you not tell her about this? I mean, it’s already weird that I’m asking about her from her bff. I don’t think she’ll understand.

Alicent: Oh, of course, my king. My lips are sealed.

. . . . .

Alicent: *takes Rhae-Rhae to the Grand Sept*

Rhaenyra: It’s only been months since my mommy died, and they’re already asking my daddy to remarry just so it would replace me as the heir. That’s so fucked up! I know when those old bitches plot in secret, because they’d send me away.

Alicent: You shouldn’t worry about that, Rhae-Rhae. How will it affect you if you dad actually remarries?

Rhaenyra: Idk, honestly.

Alicent: Rhae-Rhae, your daddy loves you. That’s why he chose you to be the heir.

Rhaenyra: Please, he only did it because there was no one else. And doesn’t want it to be my uncle Daemon.

Alicent: *kneels before an altar* Come on, kneel with me.

Rhaenyra: *kneels with Alicent* Fine.

Alicent: I know it’s weird, but doing this, I feel like I’m close to my mommy again.

Rhaenyra: It’s not weird.

Alicent: Good, you should try it, you know. Light a candle.

Rhaenyra: Ok. *lights a candle* What will I say?

Alicent: Whatever you want.

Alicent and Rhaenyra: *prays*

Rhaenyra: *cries*

Alicent, to Rhaenyra:

Alicent: It's ok, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: I just want my daddy to see me as more than just his baby girl.

Alicent: My daddy does this to me too. When I want to spend time with him, I know that I should do the effort.

Rhaenyra: Aww, thanks, bestie.

. . . . .

Corlys and Rhaenys: *walking in the palace gardens toward Viserys*

Viserys: Oh, hi. I want you to know that I value the bond of our houses. Besides, Couz Rhae is my fave cousin after all, but don’t tell other people I said that.

Rhaenys: Aww, couz. You flatter me.

Corlys: Btw, sorry about the outburst during the council meeting earlier.

Viserys: It’s ok. I know the Velaryon fleet is one of the kingdom’s important assets, but as king, it’s my duty to avoid war, unless we have no choice.

Colrys: Also, I have a proposition. The queen is dead, you named Rhae-Rhae your heir, you lil’ bro took over Dragonstone, and now pirates are invading our most critical shipping lane.

Viserys: …ok?

Rhaenys: Well, it’s true, cousin. Bitches across the realm think you’re weak.

Viserys: And us taking over the Stepstones is like the only solution you can think of? Wtf.

Corlys: You know, if there’s drama, you either gotta face it head on, or get away and avoid the hot seat. But you should never, ever let it hit you right in the face.

Viserys: Wtf are you saying?

Corlys: Well, we were thinking that you should marry our baby girl, Laena.

Viserys:

Viserys: Honestly, I did not see this coming. I haven’t even thought about remarrying. It hasn’t even been a year since Aemma died.

Rhaenys: The kingdom expects you to remarry. And our Laena is perfect wife material.

Viserys:

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: Daddy, we haven’t talked to each other since, you know.

Viserys: I know, and I’m sorry. I think we should talk more often.

Rhaenyra: Well, you can say whatever you want. You’re the king after all.

Viserys: I loved your mommy very much.

Rhaenyra: Me too.

Viserys and Rhaenyra: *awkward eating noises*

Rhaenyra: Btw, Ser Harrold showed me the recruits, and they were…ok.

Viserys: Oh, go on.

Rhaenyra: But asking them, I figured out that Crispy was the only one who has actual hand-to-hand combat experience.

Viserys: Ah, good to know you’ve chosen a bodyguard.

Rhaenyra: Btw, about earlier-

Viserys: It’s ok, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: I just thought I have some-

Viserys: Aww, you’re still young. You’re still gonna learn.

Rhaenyra: *thoughts* I’m the fucking heir and I’m not allowed to propose a solution? Wtf!

. . . . .

Grand Maester Mellos: *places maggots on a bowl*

Viserys: Wtf is that?

Mellos: It’s for your wound, my king. Maggots will eat dead flesh and stop the rotting.

Viserys, to Mellos and Otto: Btw, you guys, Corly and Couz Rhae talked to me earlier. They proposed for me to marry.

Otto: Really? To whom?

Viserys: To their baby girl, Laena.

Otto: Wtf? Corly’s such a bitch! That shit should be one of the main teas in the small council.

Viserys: Wtf do you think I’m doing right now?

Viserys: So, wtf should I do?

Otto: Laena is still a baby.

Mellos: Well, the Velaryons are still salty when the great council named you heir instead of your cousin, Rhaenys. It would def make things right, btw.

Viserys: I’m worried about what Rhae-Rhae will think.

Mellos: It doesn’t matter, my king. Her mommy’s dead so her daddy has to continue the royal line.

Otto: Uh, I know it’s hard, my own wifey’s death still hurts. But to replace her for duty’s sake? I mean, you may be the king. But I’m so glad I’m not you right now.

. . . . .

Viserys and Laena: *walking through the gardens*

Viserys: *thoughts* This is weird af.

Laena: So, what was it like riding the Aegon’s dragon? You were Balerion’s last rider, right?

Viserys: Just a little while before he died. With Balerion dead, memories of Valyria died with him.

Laena: Isn’t Vhagar still alive? But we don’t know where she is, and she’s too large to be in the dragonpit though.

Viserys and Laena: *awkward silence*

Laena: Btw, my king it’d be nice if we get married. I will give you many babies and strengthen the royal line and the realm.

Viserys: Did your daddy told you to say that?

Laena: *shrugs*

Viserys: What did your mommy tell you?

Laena: That I shouldn’t sleep with you until I’m 14.

Viserys:

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *watching Viserys and Laena in the gardens*

Rhaenys: It bothers you, right?

Rhaenyra: My daddy is the king. It’s his duty to remarry and strengthen his line.

Rhaenys: Bitch, please, I didn’t ask for a lesson in politics. I asked if it bothers you.

Rhaenyra: Wtf Laena is your baby girl. Does it bother you too?

Rhaenys: Of course, duh! But unlike you, I know how the order of things work.

Rhaenyra: I don’t understand. Are you trying to make me mad because-?

Rhaenys: No, it’s not that. Your daddy will have to remarry sooner or later, either to my baby girl or to someone else. By then his new wifey will have more babies/heirs, and maybe one of those will be a baby boy. And when your daddy dies, and your baby bro gets older, everyone will expect him to be the heir, not you. Because that is how things work.

Rhaenyra: When I become queen, I will create a new order.

Rhaenys: Oh, how I wish, Rhae-Rhae. They had their chance to name a queen, but they didn’t.

Rhaenyra: But they denied you, lol. The queen who never was? But they bent the knee to me.

Rhaenys: Ok, truth time, and I don’t think anyone has balls to tell you this. Men would wreak havoc and destroy the realm, than see a woman sit on the iron throne. And your daddy isn’t an idiot, he knows that.

. . . . .

Viserys: They want me to remarry. They obviously want a new queen.

Alicent: A new queen will calm things down, I guess. Do they have someone in mind?

Viserys: Corly offered his baby girl, Laena. So there’s that.

Alicent: It’s not bad, actually. I’m sure she’s great, and that she will like your company like I do.

Viserys: …

Alicent: *brings out a box* Oh, btw, I brought you something.

Viserys: *opens the box and sees a mended dragon model*

Alicent: I had it fixed for you.

Viserys: *flattered* Omfg thanks, Ali.

Otto: *walks in and ignores the fact that Ali is there* My king, we have a problem so I called the council.

Viserys: Why?

Otto: Uh… I think it’s better if we just talk about it there.

Viserys: Fine.

. . . . .

Dragonkeeper: It happened at midnight, my king.

Viserys: *lowkey angry* How tf did a thief stole a dragon’s egg while 50 of you were there?!

Dragonkeeper: I’m so sorry, my king. But it was your lil’ bro, the Prince Daemon who stole it.

Otto: Your lil’ bro left a letter, explaining why he did shit.

Mellos: *reads the letter* I, Prince Daemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and Rightful heir to the Iron throne, am getting hitched. My future wife will be called Lady Mysaria of Dragonstone, she’s knocked up and I want a dragon’s egg in the baby’s crib just like everyone in our family.

Mellos: *rolls the letter* Your lil’ bro has also invited you to his wedding, and it’s like, in 2 days.

Lyman: Wtf?

Corlys: Who tf is this Mysaria person?

Otto: Daemon’s sidechick. He’s obviously mocking you, my king.

Lyonel: Yeah, seems like it.

Viserys: Daemon’s just looking for attention.

Corlys: Everyone’s looking at you, my king.

Viserys: Wtf do you want me to do? Send him to the Wall?

Otto: Daemon has taken Dragonstone, took the gold cloaks with him, and now stole a dragon’s egg-

Rhaenyra: Who’s egg is it?

Everyone: Um, what?

Rhaenyra: Which egg did Daemon take?

Dragonkeeper: The one you chose for your lil’ bro Prince Baelon, Princess Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: *angry* That son of a bitch!

Viserys: *facepalms* That’s it! Otto, assemble an army, I’ll go to Dragonstone and drag Daemon’s ass back here myself.

Otto: My king, it’s too dangerous. I’m sorry, but I won’t allow it. I’ll do it.

Viserys: Alright.

. . . . .

Otto: *gets ready to leave*

Alicent: *helps Otto, lowkey panicking*conceal, don’t feel, don’t let it show

Otto: *notices her panicking and takes her hands* Ali, you’re the most pretty girl in court. Wtf are you doing to yourself?

Alicent: …

Otto: You visiting the king tonight?

Alicent: If that’s what you want, then sure.

Criston: *arrives*

Alicent: Hi, Crispy.

Criston: Hi, Lady Ali. Btw, Lord Otto, I called 20 of your guys and Harrold will also join us.

Alicent: Please watch after my daddy, Crispy.

. . . . .

Otto and company: *arrives at Dragonstone*

Daemon and company: *waiting for them*

Daemon: Ah, welcome to Dragonstone, Otto.

Otto: Your stay is at an end, Daemon. You have to return the dragon’s egg, disband your army, break-up with your sidechick, and gtfo of Dragonstone by order of King Viserys.

Daemon: So, where is the king, hmm? I don’t see him.

Otto: He’s too busy to deal with your bullshit.

Daemon, at Criston: Oh, you look so familiar.

Criston: I’m new to the kingsguard, btw.

Daemon: Oh, yes, sorry. I mean, I’ve seen you before, but I don’t remember you.

Criston: Maybe, you’d remember the time I knocked you off your horse.

Daemon: *laughs* Omfg yes! You’re a bad bitch. Good.

Otto: This is so pathetic, Daemon. Did you really need to do all this just to get you big bro’s attention?

Daemon: I’m just following tradition. Just like my big bro did for his heir.

Otto: Traditions for the trueblood royalty, not for bastards with sidechicks.

Daemon: Wtf Mysaria’s gonna be my wife.

Otto: This is stupid. You’re making your bro look bad on the people.

Daemon: Idgaf what people think.

Otto: And those bitches behind you, huh?

Daemon: Lay off them, Otto. I’m their commander. Nothing you can do about that. I know you’re here for the egg. Come and get it then.

Otto: Omfg you’re crazy. This is like declaring war against your king.

Daemon: I guess it is.

Otto: Really? Even if your sidechick and the fetus inside her die in the process?

Daemon: *pulls his sword* You’re on fucking thin ice, Otto. Don’t you even fucking dare!

Caraxes: *growls* Hi everyone! Thanks for visiting Dragonstone.

Otto: *internally panicking* Oh, shit! I totally forgot about the dragon.

Otto, to his men: Lower your fucking swords.

Daemon: Ha! Pussies.

Syrax: *distant growling*

Everyone: Wtf is that sound?

Syrax: *flys over them* That is how you make an entrance, Rhae-Rhae. With everyone’s eyes on you.

Daemon: *thoughts* Dammit, my niece is hot.

Rhaenyra: *dismounts Syrax and walks towards the men*

Otto, to Rhaenyra: Wtf are you doing here, Rhae-Rhae?

Rhaenyra: Preventing bloodshed.

Otto, to Criston: Crispy, please get the princess out of here.

Rhaenyra, to Otto’s men: Don’t piss off Syrax, or she’ll burned you alive.

Rhaenyra: *walks towards Daemon* Hi Uncle. Btw, you’re in my castle.

Daemon: You’re not legal age yet, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: My daddy’s mad at you.

Daemon: Tf does he care? I’m celebrating because I’m getting married.

Rhaenyra: You’re already married. Lol

Daemon: I didn’t wanna marry her. Wtf.

Rhaenyra: But you stole my baby bro’s dragon egg, why?

Daemon: A dragon egg was placed in your crib after you were born. My baby should have one as well.

Rhaenyra: Wait, you’re gonna be a dad? Is that bitch pregnant?

Daemon: Yeah, I mean…one day.

Mysaria: Wtf Daemon that’s not what we rehearsed!

Mysaria: *walks out*

Rhaenyra: Look, if you wanna be heir again, you’ll have to kill me. Just get it over with. I’m so tired of all this drama, honestly.

Otto: *visibly concerned* Omfg if she dies, the king will kill me.

Daemon: *thoughts* Damn, she has balls. I like her.

Daemon: Fuck it! You win.

Daemon: *throws Rhae-Rhae the dragon egg*

Rhaenyra: *victory smile* That’s what I thought.

Rhaenyra, to Otto and company: And that is how you do it, bitches!

. . . . .

Daemon: *slightly pissed and turned on as he walks back into the castle*

Mysaria: *obviously mad*

Daemon: Hey, babe. Sorry about what happened earlier.

Mysaria: I did not expect the fuckery you pulled, Daemon.

Daemon: Don’t worry about that.

Mysaria: You swore to protect me, wtf!

Daemon: This is a safe place. What are you worried about?

Mysaria: Your big bro might want to take this back. He’ll forgive you if you say sorry but what about me? What then?

Daemon: Wtf? Just calm down.

. . . . .

Viserys: I came to you for a 2nd opinion.

Lyonel: Alright, shoot.

Viserys: Ever since my grandpa named me heir over his wifey, Corly has been rolling his eyes at me.

Lyonel: You’re the king, and Corly has a big-head. Big-headed people don’t like looking up.

Viserys: Laena Velaryon, tell me what you think?

Lyonel: Well, she’s Corly’s baby girl, your master of ships, she comes from the richest house in the realm, and she has old Valyrian and Targaryen blood. She’s the perfect candidate. What the problem?

Viserys: She’s like, 12!

Lyonel: She will grow. Everyone does.

Viserys: But I don’t wanna get married again.

Lyonel: You can say that, but it’s your duty. So you have to.

Viserys: What if I reject Corly’s proposal.

Lyonel: Oh, he will be mad, definitely. But things are stirring in the Stepstones. And we need him and his ships if we wanna win.

Viserys: Wtf?

Lyonel: It’s honestly a win-win sitch for all of us.

Harrold: *burst in* My king, Princess Rhae-Rhae has arrived from Dragonstone.

Viserys:

Viserys: Dragonstone? Where tf did she go?

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: Hi daddy!

Viserys: What tf were you thinking?! You’re my only heir, you could’ve been killed!

Rhaenyra: Can I sit first?

Viserys: You went to Dragonstone?

Rhaenyra: And got the egg without bloodshed. Because I don’t think Otto can do that with Uncle Daemon.

Viserys: Yeah, well, you’re not wrong. You’re just like your mommy. I miss her so much and it’s not the same without her.

Rhaenyra: I miss her too.

Viserys: I wish I knew what to say after she died. It’s still a surprise to me that my baby girl is not a baby anymore. And I know that you know what the people are saying they want me to do.

Rhaenyra: I know. You have to remarry.

Viserys: Your mommy is irreplaceable. Just as I much as you’re my heir. But we have to secure the line. I don’t wanna make things weird between us, Rhae-Rhae-

Rhaenyra: Daddy, you’re the king. It is your duty. Mommy would understand, like I do.

. . . . .

Viserys: *takes a deep breath* Alright, let’s do this.

Viserys: Hey, y’all! So I’ve decided to remarry, just like what everyone wants me to do.

Viserys: *looks over at Rhae-Rhae*

Rhaenyra: It’s ok, daddy.

Viserys: I wanna marry…*looks over at Alicent*

Alicent: *panics* Omfg why is he looking at me?

*High Council drum rolls*

Viserys: Lady Alicent Hightower.

Alicent: What?

Otto: *victory smile* Ha! In your face, Corly!

Corlys: Wtf? We are neighbors and my wifey is your cousin! This is ridiculous!

Viserys: Hey, I’m your king. You will fucking accept my decision and deal with it.

Corlys: *walks out* Fuck you and your decision, I’m outta here!

Rhaenyra:

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae?

Rhaenyra: Fuck you, dad! *walks out*

. . . . .

Corlys: The Velaryons and Targaryens go way back since the Old Valyria. But unlike you, we don’t ride dragons. So we rode ships instead. And believe it or not, you and I are more alike than you care to admit.

Daemon: Bitch please, your bro is not a king.

Corlys: I mean, we needed to do something to gain attention because we’re often ignored.

Daemon: Did you really tell me to come here to insult me? Or there’s something else you want?

Corlys: Well, I think you know all the shit happening in the Stepstones, right?

Daemon: Ah, yes, some pirate prince wannabe is feeding sailors to crabs.

Corlys: I’ve been telling your big bro to send my navy to deal with the problem, but it’s like he doesn’t care about it.

Daemon: Viserys doesn’t like war, that’s probably why.

Corlys: This pirate prince wannabe is called the Crabfeeder, and he has powerful bitches supporting him. And your bro not caring had caused him to rise. If those shipping lanes fall, my house will be crippled and I don’t wanna go broke while our king flaunts his riches with fancy parties.

Daemon: Hey, don’t talk about my big bro like that! Only I’m allowed to do that.

Corlys: If you help us, it would also make you look good. We’re not spoonfed things when we asked them, we do shit to earn them.

Daemon: …

Daemon: Fine, I’m in.

[fangurk]

She’s Always There (Paul Lahote x Reader)

Key:

Y/n: Your Name

Y/l/n: Your Last Name

Y/n/n: Your Nickname

Y/e/c: Your Eye Color

Y/h/c: Your Hair Color

Prompt Given To Me By @ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhh.tumblr.com: hey!! so the reason I'm messaging is because I wanted to request something but can't fit it all into an ask lmao. anyways could i please request a Paul Lahote x reader where the reader has been super close to the whole pack for years and has been Paul's imprint but doesn't know it (bc Sam thought it would be best to keep u away from it all) and they decide to finally tell you about being shapeshifters and being Paul's imprint and you're so mad about them not telling u earlier and there's a huge argument and they and Paul tries to calm you down but you say stuff like 'leave me alone' and things like that and it sounds like you're rejecting him/the bond in ur angry breakdown. anyways Paul is heartbroken and can't get out of bed or eat or anything so the guys finally convince you to come back bc they and Paul need you and it's just the reader cuddling with him and getting him out of bed to take a shower and eat and he realizes that you're not going anywhere and it's just like healing the imprint bond? sorry for this WALL of text, I've just had this idea stuck in my head for a while lol. if you don't want to do it, that's completely fine!! thank you for your time ♡

ok so my guy,, bc this fic has been stuck in my head for a bit, some scenes have developed? so idk i hope this isn't too much, but if u do write it, would u be willing to add like some angst to it, obvi, and maybe a scene/part lol where when the reader tries to get him to shower (bc the misinterpreted rejection made him like super depressed and he just felt low about himself) he won't shower, because he doesn't want to come out and the reader is gone. so either they shower together (not smutty just angst&fluff) or she sits like in the bathroom while he showers LOL. and when he feels a bit better, they go down to eat and he's touching some part of her at all times. if this is too much to like,, include then that's a-okay. i just need to get this OUT of my MIND ugh lmao!/!

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: The Reader has been friends with most of the pack members for her whole life. Which is why, after months of silence and strange changes, she was willing to let them back into her life— until she finds out she’s been told lies that leave her in danger, of course. After a big freak out and two weeks of avoiding them, the boys come begging for her help; it turns out that Paul has some wolf-y claim on her, and whatever she said to him has left him worse for wear...

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Nudity, Angst, and Cursing.

A/n: this is literally like a whole novel I’m so sorry I got carried away. this is kinda based on a lot of fics I read where the imprint has the potential to really hurt people and I named Paul’s dad.

Word Count: 2.9k+

“The legends are real!?”

Y/n Y/l/n hasn’t ever been so disturbed in her entire life.

After weeks of radio silence, Sam Uley’s little ‘gang’, mostly consisting of people she’d known since childhood, had slowly trickled back into her life. What started as a grocery run with Paul or a movie with Jared had turned into big bonfire parties including Jacob Black and his gaggle.

But that was months ago. Months. And now, as she sits by a fire, surrounded on either side by them, they decide to tell her their little secret?

“Y/n.” Sam says as she abruptly stands, eyes stern and hand raised placatingly.

His actions only served to upset her more and her skin bristles with irritation. Sam was acting as if she, a human surrounded by shape shifters, was the unstable one. As if she could do any damage to things built to kill vampires.

“Don’t you dare, Sam.” She clenches her fists, glaring right back at him. “It’s been months- months- and you’re telling me now?”

“It’s not exactly an easy thing to bring up.” He reasons, voice a little less demanding. “We all wanted to be sure that you were ready to know.”

“Ready?!” Y/n laughs mirthlessly, y/e/c eyes wide with disbelief, “When was I supposed to be ready Sam? W-when one of you gored me? When a cold one ripped me apart?”

Her hands shake as she puts them on her forehead, blinking back tears. Growing up all she’d ever heard were stories of humans getting dragged into fights between wolf and vampire, and she couldn’t bring herself to look Emily in the eye because it was suddenly apparent that wolves alone could hurt people too.

It was so bad, whatever happened to Emily, that they said a bear mauled her— Y/n didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“It’s not like that, Y/n/n.” Embry chimes in, reaching out to grab his friend's arm.

She yanks her body out of the way and gathers her belongings quickly.

“What is it like then, Call?” She holds her bag to her heaving chest, “because it seems to me that you all have the ability to turn into giant, slobbery freaks that are built for killing vampires and, after completely dropping me for weeks, you decided to keep it secret from me for months. Did it even occur to you that I would’ve been better off knowing right off the bat?!”

No one says anything. Eight shifters and two of their girlfriends sit there, just staring at her like she was speaking a different language.

“You know,” Y/n has to clear her throat to steady her wavering voice, “had you guys really been souped-up on drugs like everyone says, maybe I could’ve handled the lying. But my life was clearly potentially in danger, and you let me hang around without saying anything. I- God I don’t want to see you people right now.”

She leaves with that, stepping over logs and storming back down the beach with determination. Faintly over the roar of her heartbeat, she can hear someone scrambling to stand behind her.

“Wait!— shit, sorry-” Paul grunts, jogging to catch up with her- “Y/n-“

With an unusual gentleness, his warm hand wrapped around her forearm. For a moment, deep in the back of her mind, a foreign feeling tells her to stop, to listen; but that small voice is quickly smothered by the rational part of her brain, and she wrenches her arm from his grip.

“Don’t touch me!” She snaps, lowering her voice, “Leave me alone- I need to be alone.”

Paul stands there, dumbstruck, an unreadable look in his eyes as she walks away. And he’d continue to stand there, looking like a kicked puppy long after her retreating form became a blur amongst the darkness of the beach.

“Paul?” Sam is hesitant, hand hovering over the younger boy’s shoulder a minute before he touches him, “You okay?”

Shrugging his leader’s arm off his shoulder, Paul sighs. “No...I...I’m just gonna head home.”

Instead of going in the directions of the cars, the wolf stalks off toward the woods; Emily stands from her seat, wrapping her sweater more around herself as she watches Paul leave. Concern is written all over her features.

“He’ll be fine, Em,” He pulls her in for a hug, “it’ll all work out eventually.”

ஓ๑♡๑ஓ

Y/n does a good job of avoiding them for a while.

She turns her phone off a few days in and avoids going to First Beach, even when Washington gets a rare, warm summer feel. Books that have sat long forgotten on her shelves get read and TV shows she’s always meant to catch up on get watched; it’s boring and she runs out of options, at one point thinking of dying her hair y/f/c just to spice things up, but it allows her to think. (Or at least it allows this strange little voice in the back of her head to tell her that she needs to go back to them.)

The next time she sees any of the boys is exactly two weeks after the bonfire incident.

She’s curled up on her couch, picking at some of the Clearwaters’ fish fry and barely watching an episode of ANTM, when a fist comes banging down on her door. Turning off the TV, she tiptoes to the window, peeking under the curtain as carefully as she can.

As she expected, Jared Cameron and Embry Call are on her porch, the former standing in front of her door with his hip cocked, the other rooting around in her mother’s plants for something. Cringing, she hopes if she’s quiet enough that they’ll just go away.

Her front door opens within minutes, however, and she realizes her hoping is fruitless.

Should’ve known you can’t hide from wolves, she can’t help but think bitterly.

“Y/n?” Jared calls out through the house, “we know you’re here.”

“Yeah, and you guys should probably move your spare key,” Embry tacks on, flicking the light switch to the living room up, “I've known you forever and it’s still in the same place.”

From her spot by the window, the y/h/c haired girl glares at the two boys, arms crossed over her chest. Embry gives her a lopsided grin and holds the key out to her, his bud plopping down on the couch and pulling her abandoned plate into his lap.

Y/n extends a hand to take the key.

“Has it really been in the same place?” She sounds a little more defeated than she’d like.

“Yeah, it’s always been in your mother’s cornflower pot.”

“That’s...kinda sad.” She wrinkles her nose, pocketing the key with the intention to hide it better later, “but uh, I’ve been ignoring you for two weeks for a reason. Peacefully breaking into my house kinda furthers my need for space.”

Embry scratches the back of his neck.

“Well,” He says, “we need you to come back, man. Paul won’t talk to anyone- Sam doesn’t know if he’s eating, and he won’t even get out of bed for patrol! He needs his imprint-”

“His what?” She cocks her head to the side and Jared snorts from the couch.

“She left before we got there, nimrod,” Jared mocks through a mouthful of food, “she doesn’t know what an imprint is.”

He lets out an indignant “Hey!” as Y/n walks by, snatching her plate back from him on her way to the kitchen. Embry chases after her, a grumpy Jared jumping up from the couch to follow.

“You’re his imprint— you’re basically his soulmate!”

“Really?” She says warily, sealing the fish and putting it back in the fridge.

Both boys nod clumsily.

“You remember a few weeks ago when you saw each other for the first time again and he kinda just stood there like an idiot while you talked?”

“Yeah? Oh!-” She brings her hands up to her mouth, brows furrowed as she recalls.

It was exactly Jared had said. She and Paul had seen one another for the first time in a long time and the minute her y/e/c eyes looked into his, it was like he’d been struck dumb.

Embry gives her an encouraging look, “An imprint is...It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves… suddenly. It's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend. When you snapped at him last week he thought you were rejecting him….”

A part of her thought about how absurd it was that he knew that whole speech. But the bigger part of her came to a realization that made her stomach churn.

“So he's all depressed… because… of me?” She whispers, leaning back on the counter.

Embry, always a rather sympathetic person, opens his mouth to comfort her, but Jared cuts him off.

“Basically. So are you going to come with us so we can help Paul or are you going to continue being petty?”

In any other circumstance, Y/n probably would’ve thrown something at her for calling her petty. She felt she was completely justified in her actions. A part of her wonders if she can really believe them— they’d spent months lying to her after all. But a larger part thinks about Paul, curled up in his bed, slowly desecrating because he thinks she rejected him.

If it were really all some ploy to get her to listen to them, then she’d at least be the person who chose the well-being of her friend over a petty disagreement.

“I’m coming.” She affirms, pushing herself off the counter, and letting the boys lead her to the car.

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Jared and Embry drop her off in front of the Lahote household. They tell her something but she can’t really hear them over her heartbeat, she doesn’t even know they’re gone until it’s too late to turn back.

Getting into the house wasn’t the hard part. Paul’s father, Cyrus, had been leaving as she arrived, and, after he watched her stare at the house with a fearful expression for a few minutes, he happily let her in. The hard part was willing her legs to take her up the stairs to Paul’s room, and then it was opening his bedroom door.

Y/n has known Paul since they were eight, but she was afraid of him until they were eleven. He wasn’t mean, per se, but his anger made him do mean things; she wasn’t entirely happy with puberty and it’s monthly gifts, but whatever it did to make her suddenly un-afraid of him she was grateful for. But now, standing in front of his bedroom door, she had a nagging fear that Paul would revert to that eight year old boy who threw lunch boxes and twisted arms behind backs until people cried.

The door creaks slightly as she struggles to push it open.

His room is almost completely dark except for the light coming from the hallway behind her. Trash and dirty clothes have formed a compact layer on his bedroom floor, foot sized holes leading up to the twin sized bed in the corner. On the bed, amongst the blankets she’s sure he doesn’t need, is Paul— or at least, a Paul sized lump.

As gross as it is, she’s kind of relieved he’s been eating.

“Paul?” She whispers tentatively, stepping toward the bed.

The lump flinches and turns toward her.

“Y/n?”

If the room and the description of his state weren’t heartbreaking enough, his voice definitely was. Hollow, rough, and small, everything it never was, everything Paul wasn’t.

“Is that you?”

“Yeah...it’s me..”

She carefully steps over to the bed, and Paul slowly sits up, pushing his blankets to the side. There’s a beat of silence as she stands between his legs, his reluctant hands coming to rest on her waist after a minute. Y/n let’s him have another to gather his thoughts.

“You really came…” Tears well up in his eyes and loops his arms around her back.

She runs a hand through his hair. “I did, and I’m so sorry, if I had known—”

Paul nuzzles her stomach, “S’fine, you didn’t know, and you’re here now.”

There’s a sort of cute, euphoria lacing his voice and he’s visibly much more relaxed.

“Just don’t ever say that again…”

“I won’t, I promise.”

She’s surprised when he manhandles her into his lap, but she doesn’t really mind. He’s warm and strangely familiar and something about it just— clicks.

“When was the last time you spent, I dunno, a minute or two out of your room?” Y/n asks softly, y/e/c eyes glancing about the room.

The shifter’s only response is a shrug, too busy nosing around her neck with vigor. When he finds a certain spot, it makes her squeak, and this seems to excite him like a puppy finding out its favorite toy makes noise.

“You need to bathe, eat something substantial,” She intertwines their fingers, “and the...pack...they’re really worried about you— are you even listening to me?”

He looks up at her then and flashes her a sheepish smile, answering her question. Pursing her lips, she pulls his arms from around her.

“C’mon, Paul.” She stands up and takes his hand. “We’re gonna get you cleaned up.”

She moves toward the door, urging him forward, only to be jerked to a stop as he stays put. He looks a little distressed when she turns back to him, brows furrowed, almost like he’s in pain.

“Paul?”

He grunts, jaw clenched as the cogs turn in his head. Y/n cocks her head and reaches out for his other hand. It felt like some sort of supernatural intuition, one she’ll blame on the imprint and ask Emily about later.

“Paul, hon, why won’t you come shower?”

“I’m afraid you'll leave,” He says bashfully, “it’s stupid, I know, but part of me is afraid you’ll leave while I’m in the shower.”

Y/n couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken at his confession. Paul was part wolf, and part of being part wolf was imprinting— she almost wishes she’d have stayed long enough to listen, or been able to focus as the boys debriefed her on the ride over because only being able to speculate how much she’d actually hurt him was eating her alive. He wouldn’t even shower, something he desperately needed to do, because of what she’d said.

Taking a deep breath, she barely registers the words she’s about to say.

“I’ll wait with you, I’ll sit on the toilet, you’ll see me there.”

And true to her word, Y/n does sit on the toilet while Paul showers, reading the information on soap bottles to distract herself from the fact that he was there next to her, very naked. Occasionally he asks her what she’s doing, and she reads the ingredients out loud to the best of her ability, and he laughs a little— she tries to hide her smile, but she was too happy he was laughing.

She closes her eyes when he gets out, letting him dry himself off and pull on some clean shorts. He throws the wet towel at her when he’s done, eliciting a “Hey!” that makes him laugh again.

Now that he’s clean, the two of them descend into his quiet house. Y/n navigates the kitchen, her wolf attached to her hip and being less than helpful, and makes them both something to eat— he doesn’t do much more than stand behind her, wrapped around her, making her life more difficult.

“I’m so happy you came back.” He says, watching her work.

“I was always going to.” Y/n responds, her voice sure and steady.

They talk as they eat, sitting across from one another at the too big table in the Lahote household. Talk about how this was going to work, admitting feelings that always lingered, and everything in between; she hooks her leg around his, watching him scarf down his meal with a wrinkled nose and fondness glittering in her y/e/c eyes.

He’s...gross...but he’s hers, she’s kind of stuck with him.

A date is planned. An actual date.

Paul promises to take her to the local diner (and to wear a shirt, for once.)

“I’ve been saving up for something like this.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and you can get that dessert you like.”

Y/n laughs softly, but heat spreads up her neck and settles in her ears and cheeks. It’d been a long time since that had been her favorite food, but it was the thought that counted...

When Cyrus Lahote returns from work later that night his son and the Y/l/n girl are awkwardly situated on his couch— him on his back, snoring, her lying on top of him, face tucked into his neck, also fast asleep. The older man turns off the TV and tosses a blanket over the pair, ascending up the stairs with a smile on his face.

Y/n Y/l/n was trustworthy. She’s always there when Paul is in a rut too big for him to handle...

[redrobin-detective]

because I could not stop for death

because I could not stop for death / he kindly stopped for me / the carriage held but just ourselves / and immortality ~ Emily Dickinson

Danny Fenton was dying, properly this time.

Somehow, in the back of his head and in his worst nightmares, he knew it would end this way: bleeding on the floor of his parents’ lab where it had all began. He was so hot he felt like his skin was on fire, blood and ectoplasm were dripping all over him and his lungs and heart were working overtime to try in vain to keep him alive a moment longer. He’d imagined at the time that there would be more screaming but death, in the end, was turning out to be a quiet little affair. A lonely table set for one.

“Danny, Danny come on, you-you gotta slow down your breathing, just relax, for me, please,” Sam moaned, more than making up for his lack of noise. She was shaking and touching him all over, his chest, his face, his hair. Normally she jumped right into action but she had to know, deep down, that there was nothing she could do. All that was left was to watch her panic and cry, it wasn’t his favorite image. 

“Vlad!” He heard Tucker scream cry into the phone, “please it’s Tucker, Danny’s dying I think. The Fentons had some new invention, something about his core, please we don’t know what to do!” 

Ugh Vlad, he was probably going to be so happy Danny was on his way out. He wasn’t looking much forward to his last images being his archenemy gloating. Tucker hung up and reached down to grasp Danny’s hand so hard it hurt. “Don’t worry dude, Vlad’s coming. He knows so much about you half ghosts that you’ll be fixed up on no time.” Right, Danny was already dead. If calling Vlad, feeling like he did something, helped Tucker move on then he’d deal with it.

Danny tilted his head to the side where Sam’s fingernails were carding through his hair. It was getting harder to see with the blood pouring out of his eyes but he looked at her, and tried to memorize her face. He’d never been able to tell her how much he loved her, that any day spent with her was a blessing. Tucker too, his best bro and a part of his soul. His best friends in the whole wide world, through thick and thin. God, he was going to miss them.

“Glurk,” he said, trying to convey those feeling but the fluids in his mouth and airway made it impossible. “Blerh.”

“Shh shh shh,” Sam soothed, “it’s okay, don’t try to talk.”

“Daniel!” He heard Vlad’s voice shriek as he materialized in front of the portal. Sam and Tucker were violently pushed out the way. Danny wanted to be angry at his loved ones being taken away in his final moments but anger was for the living, he barely had the energy to breathe. This death was too long and too short all at once. He made eye contact with Vlad who all at once lost the frantic edge to his tone and and instead knelt on the floor. “Oh my dear boy. What did they do to you?”

“What is going on?” Sam demanded, shoving her way back in. Danny was glad, he could see again like this. “Why aren’t you doing something!”

“There’s nothing to be done,” Vlad said in a flat, monotone, he picked up one of Danny’s hands and patted it gently. “His core is dying, it’s like a ghost’s heart. It contains their very essence, it is from which everything they are comes from. If Jack and Maddie somehow disrupted it then there’s nothing anyone can do to save him.”

“But he’s human too,” Tucker defended, grabbing Danny’s other hand. His human warm skin burned but the contact felt so good, he twitched his fingers closer to his friend’s. “He-he doesn’t need a core, he’s already got a heart. So, so he doesn’t have powers, we can do normal again.”

“You-” Vlad hissed before taking a calming breath. “The accident that made Daniel like this irreparably altered him. His core was as much a part of keeping him alive as his other organs, without it, his body is shutting down.” Vlad turned down to look Danny in the eye and saw true, genuine grief in those hateful red eyes. 

“I cannot imagine the agony you are going through, I’m so sorry. I’d say it will be over soon but,” a hitch that sounded almost like a sob if it was coming from anyone other than Vlad. “But you’ve hovered on the edge of death for years, son, and you’ve always been such a fighter. You have minutes at most but those minutes are an eternity when you’re suffering.”

Sam and Tucker’s sobbing blended together in the background, Vlad was saying something with a miserable, stunned expression. The swirling of the portal in the background seemed louder than anything, louder than his heart beat pounding and pounding as it ran it’s last race. 

“Daniel, Danny,” he focused his eyes back on Vlad who had a stubborn, unhappy set to his brow. “Do you want me to make the pain stop? An ectoblast to your chest will end your life instantly.”

“Don’t you dare touch him,” Sam shrieked, coming back into view and looking like she was trying to fight Vlad off. “You do anything to him and I’ll kill you!” Tucker just sat and stared at him, like he too was trying memorize Danny’s face.

“It’s a mercy, Samantha or do you want his last moments on earth to be drowning on the blood in his lungs.”

“Sam, he has a point. I don’t- I don’t think we can fix this.”

“No! No we always fix things, I’ll do it myself if I have to!”

Danny’s vision was starting to go, more black than anything else. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the inevitable. 

“Time Out,” Danny opened his eyes and found he was no longer in pain. He was standing up and apart from where he’d previously been lying. Sam had her hands in Vlad’s face and the older hybrid was snarling something at her. Tucker was midmotion trying to stand up, presumably to get Sam but the three of them were frozen in the moment. Danny turned and found Clockwork floating, looking very out of place in his parents lab. “Good evening, Danny.”

“You that short on cash that you work part time as a grim reaper?” Danny quipped out of habit. He looked down at his body and grimaced a bit, that wasn’t a pretty sight. No doubt traumatizing for Tucker and Sam. God how were they going to explain this to his parents? “Gonna ferry me across the River Styx? I don’t have two pennies but I think I have a bloodied $10 on me.”

“You’re core is dying and you have 17 seconds left in this world before all your organs give out and finish the process you began when you turned on your parent’s ghost portal,” Clockwork explained as he changed into child form. 

“O-okay,” Danny said shakily, trying to be brave even when he was so, so scared. He was going out whether he wanted it or not but he refused to leave crying. “Nice of you to come say goodbye then but, uh but unless you have something to say then you should let me go back. No one knows better than me that you can’t outrun death. Thanks but I’m uh I’m ready.”

Clockwork stared at him for a bit, not sure how long, time was weird like this but he changed forms a few times. “You’re quite the remarkable young man, Danny Fenton.”

“Uh thanks,” Danny added, once more looking at his body which had, according to Clockwork, a 17 second expiration date. “What’s going to happen? Am I going to become a ghost? Does heaven or hell exist for someone like me?”

“I don’t get to decide what happens, I merely see options,” Clockwork stated easily, taking his time. “If you die naturally you’ll become ghost, a mere shadow of who you are now and one who would fade fairly quickly. You don’t have strong enough anger or regrets to tie you in the real world for long.” Not great but okay he supposed, hell for his friends and family though. “You could let Plasmius deliver his mercy kill, destroying what’s left of your ghost core and ensuring you do not come back.” Better, probably won’t help the Fruitloop’s instability but he can’t save everyone.

“That one comes with it’s own caveat but I’ll get to that in a moment,” Clockwork explained. “There is a third option where you get up off the floor and walk away.” Danny blinked then looked back at his body which certainly wasn’t walking anywhere but into a plush casket. Clockwork opened his hands and the Ghost King’s Crown materialized in his hands. “If you accept your claim to the King’s Cown, it will revitalize your core and your life would be saved.”

Danny blinked.

“By sealing Pariah Dark, you won by proxy and established a legitimate claim to the throne. The Zone has been without a king for millennia, most have forgotten the old rules. Those who remembered were not too keen on a half-ghost child assuming leadership and kept you in the dark. If Plasmius ends your life then your claim transfers over to him, which he is aware of. It had been his plan all along to trick you into defeating Pariah so he could steal the Crown from you at a later date, a much easier opponent.”

Danny’s mind was overloaded with information, he didn’t know what to focus on first. He stared at his 17 seconds from death face and tried to process it all. Crown? Claim? Vlad?

“Of course,” Clockwork tutted, “he didn’t plan on your dying and in such a gruesome fashion. If he kills you and takes your claim, he would spend his remaining years ruling the Ghost Zone in a just, controlled fashion for your memory. He destroys all the stable portals and keeps the ghost and human worlds separate.” Clockwork became and old man and titled his head, “it’s not a bad timeline, all things considered.”

“And if I take it?” Danny asked quietly.

“You’re compassionate, brave and motivated, you have all the makings of a revolutionary king,” Clockwork smiled. “The Zone would experience and unprecedented era of peace, there would be positive interactions between human and ghosts for the first time since life and death split into two. Your name would spoken with reverence for the rest of time.”

“But I don’t want to be king,” Danny frowned.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Clockwork stated. “Which is why I am giving you the choice. If you pass peacefully there will be no one to claim the Crown and life will continue on, ghost attacks and all. If Plasmius kills you, he becomes an effective but unmemorable king. If you take the Crown, you can get the chance to tell Sam and Tucker how much you love them.”

Danny rubbed at his face, he didn’t want to die but he’d be sealing away his entire future with a move like this. He didn’t even know if the Crown would let him go with death, maybe he’d die and be stuck as the Ghost King until his core finally gave out lord in who knows how long. Eternity was an awful long time to carry such a responsibility. He couldn’t bring himself to ask, too afraid of the answer.

“Is there ever a timeline I became an astronaut?” He asked instead. Clockwork hummed, seemingly unsurprised by Danny’s non-sequitur. 

“Yes, in one of the few universes where you never walked into the portal. You never go into space what with human politics putting a halt on the programs but you work for NASA. You leave Amity Park at 17 and don’t come back save for your parents’ dual funeral.” He paused and Danny felt read down to his very bones, “from the moment you became half ghost you were always heading for this moment. The circumstances varied but it always came down to you and the Crown. Time is straining to continue, to see how this drama plays out. Will you accept it and all the joy and grief that comes with it?”

Danny looked over at Vlad, still mid-sneer but there was a scared desperation in his face. He and Vlad sniped at each other all the time but Danny didn’t really hate him and he didn’t think Vlad did either. Leaving him alone, plus making him be king was a heavy burden to put on his enemy. 

Sam and Tuck probably wouldn’t recover from this, he’d put them through so much already but he just knew that they’d never be the same. Could he do that to them? Take the easy way out and leave them to suffer? Mom and Dad didn’t deserve to come home to a dead son, the truth would come out and they’d never forgive themselves. Jazz certainly wouldn’t, she was 2 states over at University but he could already hear her angry, grief-stricken screams. 

Death, death was quiet. It was quiet and merciful and sad, but it was also easy. And Danny Fenton had never once taken the easy route. He reached out and took and the crown before shakily placing it on his head. He gasped, throwing his head back as his core swelled, taking up residence once more right next to his heart. Clockwork smiled, looking like the cat who ate the canary. 

“The Crown of Fire, pardon me the Crown changes with each core, the Crown of Ice is now yours as is the Zone. Your reign begins now but so too does the rest of your life. People are waiting for you. Time in.” Danny slammed back into awareness on the floor of his parents’ lab, the floor he’d almost died on twice. 

He sat up as cold radiated off his body, causing frost to crawl down his arms and along the floor. Sam, Tucker and Vlad, who’d been frozen up until now, jumped back to life. There was a new, familiar weight on his head that he didn’t dare acknowledge. 

He squeezed his eyes shut and said a silent goodbye to a quiet, normal life. It wouldn’t be all bad, he could be happy like this but the Crown still felt like a iron manacle around his neck. But he got used to the ghost powers, he could get used to this too. Maybe one day he won’t look at the stars and say ‘what if?’

“Danny!” Sam shouted, throwing herself into his arms soon followed by Tucker. Their warm weight, their relieved sobs, their shaky breaths in his air, now this was something worth living for. He squeezed them tightly.

“But how dude, you were at death’s door!” Tucker asked, still not letting go.

“You accepted the Crown,” Vlad said evenly, “I wasn’t aware you even knew about your claim. Who told you?”

“You don’t know everything, Vlad,” Danny sighed, sitting himself upright. Ugh his shirt was covered in blood and ectoplasm. He needed to trash these clothes before his parents freaked. And find a way to hide the floating ice crown on his head. 

“Even an old man can be surprised every now and again,” Vlad said wearily. He stood up to his full height before startling Danny by dipping down to one knee. “Then allow me to be the first to welcome my new king and wish him well.”

“I thought you wanted this,” Danny questioned.

“I do, I did,” Vlad said, unusually off balance. “To be quite honest, I’m not sure how to feel about it but, right now, I’m just immeasurably happy you’re alive, little badger. Now I best be off, enjoy your kingdom, my liege, I’ll be sure to come bother you some time soon.” Vlad disappeared in a swirl of pink leaving just him, Sam and Tucker still clinging to him.

Danny may have a kingdom, a job he didn’t want and his whole life decided in a spur of the moment choice, but he also had something very important. He squeezed his friends tightly.

“I love you guys, thank you for being my friends even though I have the worst ideas for activities. Dying? On a Sunday night? How lame is that?” Sam laughed, a bit hysterical but it was real and it made Danny feel weightless. 

“Don’t do that again, buddy,” Tucker breathed into his shoulder. “So you gonna explain what just happened and why you’re apparently the Ghost King or something?”

“Yeah, yeah I will but let’s get changed first. Mom and Dad will be home soon and I think I’m going to need to have a conversation with them about my new job.” 

[demonslayedher]

Dream Analysis of Mugen Ressha

Spoilers for the movie, while it does not depart from the plot of the manga, they made adaptational choices which I may refer to within.

While Enmu has control over what kind of dream his victims see, ultimately, he would have no way of knowing all of the details of his victims' lives, so we can assume that he is prompting his victims to fill in a lot of the details themselves. These are the worlds they surround themselves with consciously, but their untouchable unconscious spaces say just as much.

I've said some of this before, but these dream sequences give us so much to say about Inosuke, Zenitsu, Kyojuro, and Tanjiro.

Into the dream: Did that "Rengoku-aniki" thing really happen???? It's animated like a fever dream (or drawn like a typical Gotouge-being-Gotouge panel), but both the movie and the manga leave this inconclusive. It can be interpreted two ways: 1. The two other demons were there all along as decoys, set to appear only when Enmu's blood technique slowly started to take effect so that they'd let their guard down. In this way, we'd know that the boys had a true way of witnessing Kyojuro's prowess and a true bonding moment, thereby making his death hit all the harder later. This would also mean that one of the cars was totally unusable for passengers, and many of the passengers were already thoroughly spooked before falling into sleep. It would also imply that they were all super excited, thoroughly relieved, returned to their seats, and then just passed out.

2. The moment the tickets were clipped, Enmu's very, very, very realistic dreams took immediate effect, but he still needed time before it took effect enough that their guards would go down. If this is the case, then it implies the following: 1. Enmu's illusions can be shared 2. Everyone syncs extremely well together to have all been sucked in by the same illusion (it's possible it was only Tanjiro's, but since we get in everyone's heads a little in this part, I believe they all experienced the same thing). Reacting in ways so true to how they would in waking like, they learned as much about each other as truthfully as they would have if they were fighting while awake. 3. The "Rengoku-aniki" thing is the moment they're falling into a deeper stage of sleep, when any bizarre thing will make sense. They've lost any sense of holding back and are embracing the emotions as they hit them. Even if that was all a dream, the bond formed was very real. But then, as they fall deep, they fall into their own headspaces. Inosuke: I love how bombastic this dream is. It moves at a very fast pace, and everything revolves around Inosuke. He is physically much larger than Ponjiro, Chuuitsu, and Pyonko, who clearly follow him as their leader, the most powerful person in this cave exploring world full of wonder and excitement. True to life, these underlings can at times be frustrating or stupid, but there is no one else Inosuke would rather have at his side to take on a hugely impressive foe. It's a relatively simplistic world, what Inosuke really cares about is his place in it, and who is there.

Taking it a step deeper, he should not be able to manifest in his self-conscious space, but Gotouge attributes his and Zenitsu's ability to do this and protect their cores from intruders to their strong senses of self. What's telling is that his subconscious space is practically identical to his conscious dream space; like there is no breakage between one stage of reality and the next. In its Zen-like simplicity Inosuke's mind is never at odds with itself, its interpretation of reality is fluid and seamless. However, being at this deeper state brings us to a deeper state of self actualization, with Inosuke manifesting closer to the ideal beast he views himself as.

Now, with Inosuke being so fully invested in what he sees as reality, he's still got a carry-over effect from dream after waking up, which one could interpret as not having fully shaken the effects of Enmu's blood technique. After all, Zenitsu simply never broke out of it, Tanjiro had to kill himself in his dreams each time to fully snap out of it, and Kyojuro was the only one powerful enough to have broken through its effects through his own willpower. When Tanjiro says the train is a demon, he buzzes with "I was right!" (a conviction that only got stronger in his dream), and Inosuke's declarations of being the boss and Tanjiro being his underling are indignantly plentiful and he fully believes what he is saying every time he brings it up, even if he's aware that he's no longer in the cave exploring dream. But, given that Inosuke is so at peace with his own version of reality, it's also just as likely that his conviction of being The Boss was also only compounded by the dream, and all that dream did was give him a more fun setting in which to play around in. But, what was so fun about the dream, what made him sleep-giggle with pleasure, was that everyone else was finally getting with the program and recognizing him as the boss, as they should. Finally. It's so frustrating in real life that he has to keep reminding them to get it right. Get it, Santaro?? GOOD. Zenitsu: What I love here is the contrast between subconscious and conscious space. Both of them have the same theme melody, but played in very, very different ways. They also both play with the same core desire in very different ways as well. Is it so much to ask that he can just spend some time alone with the girl he loves?? If we jump straight to the pitch black unconscious space, he specifies to the intruder that only Nezuko is allowed there. Not just girls in general, not a close friend like Tanjiro, only the one girl he loves, and even then, you'd have to love someone a lot to invite them into the deepest, darkest corners of your soul. And it is a very, very, very, very dark corner. Zenitsu's spent most of his life building that dark, pessimistic personality, compounded by the treatment he's always received throughout his life and what he believes about himself at his core. He's ugly and depraved there, and very defensive. Because he holds himself in such darkness, that makes him desire the bright, happy, completely idealistic world of his conscious dream world. It's rich with detail and warm and he knows it well, that places is the first place he ever felt someone have hope for him; it's Jiichan's home, that sunny place with delicious peaches and full of clovers and lush greenery and a charming stream. Of course he'd want to show it all to Nezuko, she deserves to see such a happy, pretty place! And, while the world is idealized and happy, Nezuko is e-x-t-r-e-m-e-l-y cute and actually wants to hang out with him too. She's willing no hold his hand, none of the girls who dated (read: used) Zenitsu in the past were ever willing to hold his hand. He even gets to show her that he can be cool, and she likes it!! She looks him in the eyes and is totally honest about enjoying his company!!

He just wants someone to want him back. He wants to belong in the sunshine too. So, even if he had it in him to wake up from Enmu's blood technique, who can blame him for staying there? (You know, besides Tanjiro, who has been desperately screaming for them all to wake up and help him protect the passengers. Zzzzz, five more minutes, Tanjiro, zzzzzzz----) Kyojuro: This... isn't really a happy dream. Kyojuro has accepted a lot of sad parts of his reality so wholeheartedly that he doesn't seek the comfort of a dream in which his mother is still alive, or a dream in which his father is proud of him. Instead, what Kyojuro was looking for was the chance to go back and say more to Senjuro. This implies that on the real day he knelt in that room, while his father faced away and read the book* while Kyojuro told him all about how he defeated Lower Moon Two and became a Pillar, and was met with his father's heartbreakingly unenthusiastic reply, he later went outside and...

...didn't say any words of comfort to Senjuro.

This regret, that he didn't do more for his brother whom he knew was hurting in his own silent ways this whole time, was what sat most bothersomely in Kyojuro's otherwise peacefully self-assured psyche (or fired-up psyche, if you go by his subconscious space) . It makes sense that in his dying wishes, the first thing he requests is that Tanjiro do this in his stead. *Speaking of that book, Kyojuro had forgotten about it until his memories pulled together to create the details of the dream, which was why he thought to mention it to Tanjiro later. This shows that Enmu is not an architect of people's dreams, he only sets them in motion. How believable they are depends on each victim. (Totally unrelated, I love the design of the Rengoku estate's garden??? It's primarily evergreen and unflowering trees, meaning it stays relatively steadfast throughout the year, a garden designed in samurai villa taste. Plus the details of the house also fit really well, I think??? Would need to review research of buke-yashiki architecture to say more.) Tanjiro: ...*deep breath* This boy really, really wants to go home. Like, the climax of the movie is amazing and all, but it's the scenes with Tanjiro's family that make me cry. Ugh, where do I start. Enmu probably just grabs on to whatever thread of a desire a person has, and then he just tugs on it and says "this way, let's go really far in this direction, show me where it goes, hmm, okay, nice, lovely. Have fun here, I've now seen enough to write my own angsty version for later." So... so I'm just going to work backwards a moment. Enmu screwed up here, thinking he could really read the depth of Tanjiro's family and his feelings for them. He thought he could make a convincing version of these "characters" cry and shove Tanjiro around and speak meanly to him and make him feel shame. And the cut to that dream, OH MY GOSH, truly horrific sound and color change. But Tanjiro's sees through it so fast that he wakes up immediately and uses that anger at how Enmu wrote them to cut off his "head." You screwed up, Enmu, you blew it, maybe other people would very so blown down by the shock that they wouldn't question how unreal that dream sequence is, but Tanjiro has honed his fighting spirit so much that it's been nagging him even throughout his happy dream. And he really, really, really wants to stay in that happy dream. Like, even though he's on guard at the beginning, so much so that he only focuses on the familiar feeling of a demon being around and does not notice the familiar landscape AT ALL. But the moment Hanako and Shigeru step in, convincingly made from Tanjiro's memories and unedited by Enmu, Tanjiro throws that all away in an instant. As he says when he's trying, after trying and trying and trying to rip himself away from the dream, he was never even supposed to had left this world. He was never supposed to had touched anything like a sword, they were all supposed to stay there together, living their simple life. If things hadn't gone wrong that one night. Tanjiro cares deeply about his mission, he's adopted his training deeply, he has serious desire to improve, which is why his subconsciously keeps trying to call himself back to reality, but it's so hard, because this is where he wants to be, and it's even harder because it feels so real. It's a little peeve of mine when families with lots of little siblings are written to be too angelic and idealistic, and there is some of that with the "let's make sembei, yaaaay" scene, but... but that's actually pretty true. I'm giving myself away with how close this hits to home, but it's a dynamic in a lot of large families, especially large families pretty happy to stay to themselves and people who live the same sort of conservative, traditional lifestyle, to foster in the older siblings some pride in taking care of the little ones and helping create that happy world for them, even if taking care of little kids can be rough. It's not to say that things are always happy and fluffy, they're not, and that's not to say even

happy kids don't resent being in a large family sometimes. But there's plenty of moments in daily life, especially in the presence of small children, that you get swept up into a sillier, happy, caretaker side of yourself, and since you all grow up with these silly moments together, you're going to naturally fall into into some silly, scripted-feeling moments of "then I'll be in charge of eating the sembei!" "no faaaaair!". So, I'll give the sembei scene a pass because that IS a moment that happens in years of moments with the same posse of kiddos around you all the time. But it's also so striking to me how each of Tanjiro's siblings, however idealized, has their own personality. The traits are so subtle but consistent and Tanjiro knows all of them. They pick up on things about each other, they grow realistically annoyed and surprised and concerned and scared like they would if they were real instead of only Tanjiro's memories of them. Those kids feel so real to me, even if they are annoyingly overidealized in some parts as Tanjiro is letting himself get swept away. And just when he's managing to part from it to go face reality, Enmu makes more attack: he brings in Nezuko, trying to make it feel like there's no point in Tanjiro running at all. She's fine. There's nothing left for him to fight for. Everything's fine. And all over again, Tanjiro just stops. He KNOWS it's not real, but he's hurting so much to hear her voice again that he just sto-o-o-o-ps. And his desire to stay with the others catches up to him all over again, and he's tempted all over again to stay, EVEN KNOWING IT'S NOT REAL and there are very, very, very pressing matters to attend to. Even if it was all a little happy and idealized, more than anything, it felt like life always did. It's telling that when Tanjiro finally, FINALLY pulls away from that that time, he doesn't look back, and the family stops chasing him. This is Tanjiro accepting reality, however much it hurts. He's already had a couple years to accept this, but it was all overwhelming to get such a vivid taste of it again.

Tanjiro wants to do well to his organization and honor Urokodaki's training and avenge the fallen and prevent anyone else from being hurt and see an end to Kibutsuji Muzan and make Nezuko human again, but more than anything, he wants that simple life. And it's so, so heartwarming that at the end of the manga, he gets it.

It's not the same. It'll never be the same.

He never wanted a life with a sword, but he's been working so hard at it anyway.

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. This comic just keeps getting worse and worse and I'm left wondering... How... And more importantly, why can't I look away from this fictional train wreck?

2. i mean on one hand i would not buy any merch with current lo art given how twelve it looks now, but on the other hand if rachel and webtoons are aware literally none of the past two years of art is viable then maybe thats a sign it needs a serious break to rework itself back to at least some semblance of quality. it cant ride off on "well even if the writing isnt good, at least the art is!" when the art is bad now too. at least put enough into one aspect of it, not being lazy on both.

3. Nooooo please no. RS is going to sell the narrative where P&H deeds are not that bad by comparing them to "bad" characters now? Cause ya know genocide, slavery, nepotism are not that bad but offending a king? Indefensible! (Minthe can't even defend herself anyway) and fans are just going to buy it cause they love their classism. UGH it's getting worse and worse each week my brain cells are dying

4. Woow.. Hades was so unlikable in the latest FP. When I saw the title "Hypocrite" I genuinely thought it'll refer to how blindsided Hades is, but it clearly had Thanatos in mind. I think I'll skip a few weeks of future episodes cause the trial is such a drag and it only frustrates me tbh. It's been like 5 trial eps now and we know nothing new (besides this weirdly biased Thanatos' backstory). Maybe if a component writer was taking care of LO, they'd recognize Persephone's faults (not saying she deserves the chair but any consequences would be appropriate) and wrongdoings but we can already see how this story will end. There's no suspens, just frustration.

5. I don’t hate chapter 175. Like there was a lot of useless panels, Eros asking Aprdite and Ares whose watching the kids, like I thought Aphrodite was suppose to be a good mom while Ares was mostly absent, but this is suppose to be comedic in a chapter actually dealing with murder.

I was excited to see the twins talk, but I’m kinda irritated. Before the trial they were rushing to meet each other amd maybe it’s off screen that they did, BUT now that tension is loosened a bit because it’s about Apollo’s clothes. What about Apollo trying to marry Persphone? Like I did like the scene but the context for the situation just wasn’t right.

I don’t know why Persphone thinks she’s slick when she talks to her mom. “You’ve made him forget about me” LIKE YEAH HES A MILLION YEAR OLD MAN WHO CALLED HER 18/19 year OLD DAUGHTER HOT, and she wasn’t even MEAN ABOUT IT she gave him more alcohol and let him sleep PEACEFULLY. Idk if I see fans praising Persphone “standing up” against Demeter I’m gonna roll my eyes. I give Demeter credit man. She was in the dark about most the plot going on and she must be mentally hanging by a string. Hecate was no help, Demeter go captured and forgotten about and now she has an ungrateful daughter who is probably exactly the same when she left home in her eyes.

What I did like about the chapter is that it gave room for other characters to talk. I was just a review of events that was explained a lot of chapters ago so people probably forgot, espically since the nymphs dying wasnt mentioned. I know RS wants to be funny and to me she always misses the mark mostly cause I feel she tries it too much, espically if HXP aren’t the main of it leaving little character to the other cast. I just wish more chapters focused on a lot of the other characters.

-----FP Spoilers-----

6. Don’t you love how the newest FP episodes calls Thanatos a hypocrite for calling out Persephone for receiving special treatment when he received special treatment himself but in actuality, what Hades calls “special treatment” is child labour enabled by a neglectful mother (Nyx)?

7. FP Spoilers! Honestly, with Thetis abruptly coming into the courtroom with Minthe in her plant form claiming “murder” is so stupid. Once it’s revealed that Minthe was cursed by Persephone, Demeter will probably uncurse Minthe to save her daughter’s ass and then Thanatos will turn on them. I can see it now, he’s going to be portrayed as an apologetic hero just because he’s in a relationship with Daphne. “It was all their idea, Hades, im a good boy, my mommy said so!11!1”

Honestly, I should just let my eyes fall out because of how much im rolling them.

8. Fast Pass Spoiler

How are you going to compare Hades taking care of a toddler or small child because his mother practically abandoned him with Hades being horny for a teenager and clearly giving her special treatment like she's his sugar baby or something??

Even so, that one (1) image of younger Thanathos with Hades seems more like Hades using him as a servant than taking care of him or having a good time with him, even Nix says that he's there to serve him??? 

9. Holy fuck so I read the newest chapter via fast pass, and it’s so stupid.

Thanatos brings up a valid criticism that he decided to join on the bandwagon to expose Persephone because Hades was giving her special treatment, which he was. He even brings up specific examples and then Hades is like well “ur mom dropped you off when you were a child and didn’t know what was going on and I had to take care of you and that’s how you got the job”; like it’s the same in anyway?

Like it’s literally not Thanatos’ fault. He was a child and instead of giving him back to Nyx, Hades took him in. HADES made that choice. Maybe Hades favours Nyx but it’s not like Thanatos used that to get a job. He was a KID just following his mom. And everyone else who’s watching the live case just glares at him, like he’s the most evil person in the world for reporting dear perfect murderous Persephone. It’s like Rachel is insulting us that we would DARE think Hades is being unprofessional because he wanted to get some tail from a teenager and that reasoning is VALID in anyway oh no.

Ya know, it’s pretty funny because there’s actually this 2 book series I like where the teenage wide eyed new guy gets into a relationship with the 100 year old teacher/mentor who’s seemingly sweet around him but cruel around others. However, he’s actually a manipulative groomer and it makes sense. It’s honestly a better version of what Rachels version of Persephone and Hades should be. If she’s not gonna make it actually feel like the Greek gods at all she should delve into how actually fucked up it is for a teenager who’s intentionally made child-like to be in a  relationship with someone who has power over her and is wayyy older.

If we just ignore, for a second how gross is it for someone to be 1000s of years old to be dating an isolated girl only a year over the age of consent, it’s still not okay for a boss to be dating an intern who NEEDS the money.

10. FP //

Man is it me or does this whole latest (fast pass) episode really feels like a "Debunking antis with facts and logic" from Rachel?

I found it funny especially when Hades gets mad for being called out like sure grandpa lets get you to bed

[god-save-the-keen]

Safe

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC

Warning: Angst / Fluff

Words: 1588

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She woke up with a jolt, her face sweaty and her breathing erratic as a few tears fell slowly from her eyes, leaving their trace on her cheek. She lifted her fingers, her hand trembling a little, and softly touched her throat, calming herself even though she knew that everything was fine. She was used to the nightmares by now. Most of the time she relived the day she died in the MET, dreamed about Lily dying in her arms, or that it was Adrian the one she held that day before became ashes. However, this one was new.

She looked at her side, where Adrian's peacefully sleeping form was subtly bathed in the minimal soft light coming from the window through the heavy curtains. She smiled at him for a second before gently moving his arm, from around her waist before she woke up, to the side. As silently as she could, Amy stood up, taking her silky robe from a nearby chair, and headed to the rooftop. 

The sun was almost completely hidden, the fresh air like a caress at her face as the last red splashes of light disappeared behind the buildings and the first stars twinkling in the sky. She sat on one of the couches near the pool, her elbows on her knees and her hands holding her head as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. A little shiver roamed her body while her mind remembered some images of the dream. Of all the things that she had gone through, this one was the only one that she wanted to forget. 

She heard a soft noise behind her and the muscles of her back and shoulders tensed up until her eyes landed on Adrian, walking towards her and putting a t-shirt on his way.

"I thought you might be here." He said with a smile. At the sight of her frown, his face became serious and worried as he sat beside her. "Are you okay, love?" He placed his hand on her back and she couldn't suppress flinching at the contact before relaxed once more. 

"I…" She leaned her chin on her palms. "Just a bad dream. A new one." She turned her face to the side, a small smile on her lips and sadness in her eyes as she watched him. 

"Do you want to tell me about it?" He studied her face with concern in his eyes. Normally, when she has a nightmare, she would wake him up. Sometimes they would talk about it and snuggle afterwards. Other times, he simply hugged her until she calmed down. This time, instead, she had decided to face it alone. 

"It's not a big deal, really… Just took me by surprise." She leaned her head on his shoulder as his arm held her close.

"Are you sure?" His hand lovingly moved away a few strands of hair out of her face, the soft touch caressing her cheek. "You seem truly upset, Amy." The silence stretched between them, he could see her hesitation so he just sat beside her, holding her until she decided whether to tell him or not. She stood up with a sigh, looking at the sky for a moment and hugging herself.

"I… Dreamt of what happened at Rheya's party...When we were running from her." She turned towards him, her eyes staring into his blue ones, now filled with sadness and guilt. "I haven't thought about that in ages, I don't know why--"

"Probably…" He interrupts her calmly as he lowered his head to look at his hands, understanding passed through his eyes until it was replaced with sorrow."... Because it was a traumatic event for you. In some part of your mind it must still be present, even if you are not thinking about it." He closed his hands in loosened fists and opened them again. Even if it wasn't really him doing it, he would never forget how scared and disturbed she was. Or how her voice sounded while she tried to reach him as his hand closed around her throat, leaving his hand printed on her skin until healed. How Rheya made him wish to hurt her. To kill her. She forgave him instantly, without seconds thoughts or doubts, acting like always around him, knowing that he would never do something like that. She even told him that she loved him for the first time, just a couple hours later. But the pain was still there inside of her. Still hurting her. "I'm so sorry Amy. That night, I--" He cut himself off when her hands cupped both sides of his head, gently, lovingly, lifting his face towards her, squatting in front of him.

"I know." Her voice, low and sweet as always, was like a caress to his heart. Her eyes were focused into his, nothing but love in them. Her hands were warm while her right thumb stroked the skin under it, softly. "I know it wasn't you. I never thought otherwise, not even once, not even that day. And I never will." After a long moment looking at each other, she stood up again. She walked to the edge of the pool, giving a small kick to the water, like she always did when she was frustrated or stressed. "That's why this stupid nightmare bothers me so much." She sat at the edge, sinking her legs on the water, watching the ripples of her moves on the surface. 

"What do you mean?" Adrian stood up as well, going to the pool and taking a seat beside her. The water was surprisingly warm as the little waves distorted the reflection of the sky. 

"At the risk of sounding presumptuous, I know how much you always care about me. I know that you would never do something like that on your own." She took his hand, their fingers closing together, as she looked at him smiling. "Since the day of Lily's attack, when you risked so much for her… For me, I've known." He kissed her knuckles, softly, without taking his gaze from her. "And I hate that you were part of this nightmare. 'Cause it's not true, I always felt safe with you. I still do. Everyday." Adrian softly leaned his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath as a small smile rose up the corners of his lips. 

"I'm glad to hear it, love… Even when I've put you in danger so many times." He opened his eyes, the soft skin of his lips brushing her forehead first and then her cheek, planting soft kisses in both places. "There's no day that I don't wish to erase that moment. I not only failed to protect you but I also hurt you." His voice was low and his words filled with grief. 

"And you also saved me from darkness. From becoming what I was fighting against." She pressed a soft kiss on his lips as her free hand cupped his cheek. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad." He placed his hand on top of hers. "I'm sorry."

"Don't." Adrian let out a sigh with a sad tiny smile on his lips. "There's nothing for you to apologize for, Amy. Even if I wish we could forget it, the fact still remains. It happened and…" His voice cut a bit. Adrian stopped to compose himself, clearing his throat before he continued. "And it's completely normal that you go through this kind of thing. We were running away, immediately facing Gaius again, which was itself traumatic, training your powers… You couldn't process it properly." She leaned on his shoulder again and he kissed her head. "I'm sorry, love. I should have helped you to deal with it better and... I understand if you need time on your own."

"Thanks." Her hand delicately touched his neck going to his nape and gently putting pressure lowering his face towards hers. Her lips took his, a feather like touch at first, soft, slow. Meaningful. It was an unhurried kiss, sweet and deep, their moves pouring all their feelings into it. His hand grabbing her waist, pulling her closer and squeezing it a little, like he was afraid that she could disappear at any moment. Her fingers thread in his hair, lovingly holding him as close as possible. Her lips separate from his but their faces and bodies stood like that, neither of them moving away. "But all I need is right here. I love you Adrian and I need you beside me. Always." Adrian kissed her lips again and leaned his forehead gently against hers, a beloved smile in his face. 

"I love you too Amy. And I will be beside you as long as you’ll have me."

"You sure?" Her hand moving to his cheek, cupping it again and caressing it. "It could be a very long time." She joked, happily smiling for the first time that night and he chuckled.

"I have the time." His smile matches hers.

"Then I know that everything will be okay."

They stood like that for a long time, until the night had devoured every inch of the sky and the lights of the city sparkled around them. He stood up and offered her his hand. "Breakfast?" 

"Ugh, yes please!" She took his hand, standing up and stretching her back a bit. Her arm encircled his waist and he held her shoulders, kissing the side of her face as they started to walk back inside of the apartment, side by side. 

❣️

[kpophubb]

Hello~☆ it's me! Hee annonie!

I am here with some (JAKE) edits 😌💗

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3. Ayoooo JakeHoon 🥺

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Bf! Jake would be so much fun. Because he just goes along with whatever you wanna do ???

Painting his nails to putting on face masks to spending hours in a bookstore. He just goes along with it.

Dates with Jake give me these vibes:

It's a sunny morning. Somehow both of woke up at 5. Lazed around and got out of the best around 7 am and decided to go out for a picnic. It is the perfect amount of sunny outside with cool breeze. You reach the picnic spot and spread you blanket under the shadow of a tree.

While Jake plays with Layla, you peacefully read your book and drink Ice tea. 30 mins or so your bf and Layla (read: your two puppies) come back all tired. You give Layla her water and your bf some juice.

And now all three are just there lying. Staring at the sky and looking at different shapes of clouds. While Jake is busy pointing out a "bone" shaped cloud to Layla. You just take a moment to admire your very pretty and very sweet bf. 💖

His jawline (which you occasionally use to chop veggies), his nails painted baby blue 💙, and sweet gaze he reserves for only you and Layla.

It's all so 💓💓💞💞

PLS I NEED JAKE SIM IN MY LIFE 😩

SIM JAEYUN AS BOYFRIEND? Please anonie this😭😭 </3 jake is the best boy and he will undoubtedly be the best boyfriend ever. He’ll treat his girl like a real princess and shower her with so much love, words of affirmation, affection, hugs and kisses and what not? THE PICNIC DATE YOU DESCRIBED OHMYGOD. Your imagination is just 💯 this is giving me all the feels!😳💞 jake would be such a good bf, he would also try to paint the nails of his girl, do her hair and try to do her makeup (even tho he’s not very good at it :p ) cuddling is a must, and playing with Layla is a domestic, necessary thing. Y’all will be just like a family of three! 😭🥺 the part where you added painting jake’s nail baby blue?? Pls I love painted nails in guys especially dark colours. Wow. I feel so sjendjejudjejsjejdjdjdjd 💘💘 to have jake’s doting eyes land on just you and you alone. Bye. I’m deceased imagining that.

checked the edits you sent, jakehoon after ages🤩 our jakehoon!! 🤍 their interactions had gotten so private I was dying for some content bc I love their friendship since iland sm!! And we got a livee the same day you sent this ask ugh!! Did YOU tell your hoon to come live?;) aaaaanddd the first clip of Jake winning a plushie at first go. Believe me anonie, I had this secret wish for so long that my bf would win me a plushie like this one day at one go and I’ll go bragging about him to all my friends and the whole world. I love plushies. And ofc jake (as you know really well by now lol XD) I bought a plush the same day the en-log was released so coming home and seeing it was so thrilling for me!! Wait, let me show you since it’s a really cute penguin.🥺💓

[aching-tummies]

I'm not as good with words/scenario/description as your first RP-esque submission...but here goes. I want to finger your navel during that 24+hours of no food followed by feeding. Hungry, stuffed--don't care, just wanna force my finger(s) into your navel and enjoy the moans and groans both from your tum tum from you.

No worries! You don't have to be good at descriptive writing or anything to message me. Coherent/understandable English is preferred though.

Before responding to this in an RP-way I wanna say that I was actually doing what you described while writing the first RP-response. I was actually hungry when I wrote the first one and I actually pressed my thumb deep into my navel and felt the bumps of my intestines and whatnot within. I felt them vibrating with the rumbles. It was great ^^

I groan as I’m torn from the peaceful embrace of sleep by some sharp, rumbling ache. The first thing that registers is the weird texture on my teeth. I’m biting my pillow…but that only happens when I’m—a deep grumble cuts off that thought and I release the fabric from between my teeth.

“Ugh…just what do you think you’re doing?” My tone is sharp and it cuts through the silence of our bedroom like a knife. I’m not pleased at being woken up by induced hunger pangs. That’s what you’ve done…like how hospitals sometimes induce labor—you’ve induced the hollow cramps and snarling rumbles from my bowels.

Your hand lingers on my stomach, your fingers worming their way into my navel. Two of your fingers manage to wedge themselves in there and begin to pull apart, stretching the tight ring of flesh and triggering another painful rumble from my guts. I slap at your hands but that only succeeds in pushing your fingers deeper and I gasp as your thumb jabs into a sensitive area. It’s gotta be some nerve or a very sensitive part of my intestines based on the intense sensation. It’s sort of like the feeling of hitting your funny bone…there’s that cramping, almost unbearable sensation like something very raw got scraped. I feel the pain of the jab reverberating throughout my entire gut, the epicenter feeling like a throbbing wound. The ‘reverb’ triggers a cacophony of growls throughout my digestive tract. A deep, hollow, guttural snarl is squeezed from the area I am sure contains my actual stomach organ. My body attempts to curl in on itself again but the action crushes your hand deeper into my poor belly. Your thumb is pressed deep into my navel—so deep that you can feel my organs pulsating beneath your thumb. You wiggle your thumb around as much as you can, finding that it sort of ‘pops’ between either side of a rounded nub you can feel. Again, that’s either got to be some sort of nerve or a sensitive part of my intestines because the pressure of your thumb bumping against it and pressing hard into it sends my whole system cramping and twitching.

“Oww…ouch! Babe—stop it!” I slap at your hands again, pushing at them, trying to pry them away from my sensitive stomach and very tender navel. We had just done some navel stuff before retiring to bed and it’s still sore from our earlier bout of fun. Sharp objects were used, among other things, and the puckered skin at the base of my navel is still very raw from our earlier activities.

Your hands refuse to budge. You’ve managed to worm two fingers into my navel again. You feel around inside until you manage to pinch something between your fingers. I feel something akin to a bolt of lightening lancing through my stomach—starting at my navel and traveling lower. As the sensations die down I’m left with a less than pleasant pulling sensation in my navel. It feels like my intestines are being tugged on. It’s not a nice feeling and it causes me to grit my teeth and groan again.

“Ah…ow…ouch…ugh…b-babe…t-that really hurts. S…stop p-ul—aaah—lling…please? Ergh…ow…ouch!”

“I’m not pulling, love,” You rasp into my ear. The dull pain in my guts intensifies, causing me to cry out and tears to prickle my eyes. “I’m pinching.”

My empty tummy snarls and growls. It sounds like angry dogs snapping at an intruder—in this case, your probing fingers.

We didn’t just do navel stuff earlier. We decided to indulge in some hunger-kink tonight. A series of mishaps at work caused me to be called in early (skipped breakfast), have nobody to cover my lunch break (skipped lunch), and after I whined to you about how my day was craptacular and how hungry I was you had taken charge of the rest of the night. You picked me up from work, going out of your way to ensure that I would not stop somewhere to fill my ravenous stomach. You brought me straight home where you spent almost two hours experimenting with my navel, poking and prodding at it with different utensils. Surprisingly, we found that sharp, probing objects (like straightened out paper clips) were the most effective in drawing growls and grumbles from my stomach. You had such high hopes for the wax-play…but no dice. My best guess is that the heat quelled some of the clenching and tensing enough to dampen the growling. You allowed me to fill up on liquids…mostly water and tea. You poked and prodded and sloshed my neglected tummy and did a bunch of stuff that left my navel sore and aching for a long while. At some point, we found ourselves in bed and I drifted off while there was still enough liquid in my belly to trick my body into thinking it wasn’t ravenous.

“Ugh…whatever you’re doing, it’s annoying. Stop it.” None of my protests mean anything right now. We have agreed-upon safe-words and I haven’t used any of them. To be fair, my protests have a kernel of truth to them. My navel’s been used and abused all night and is very sore right now. If I were awake enough to use one of our safe-words I’d probably do so.

“Your tummy was loud. That was annoying. It woke me up.”

“And whose fault is that?” I snap. I can feel you grinning as you spoon me.

“Sienna, was it? The one that skipped out on their shift today. Caused you to miss two meals, didn’t she? I only caused you to miss one.” Your fingers continue to probe at my navel, stirring up my guts and awakening the hunger pangs that could have left me to slumber peacefully for another couple of hours.

A deep, segmented rumble drowns out my voice as I cry out sharply from the cramp that it brings. Just as well, I have no response to your terrible logic.

I roll onto my front and grit my teeth. You swapped fingers just as I rolled so now my tummy is basically impaled on your middle finger. You can feel my guts around your finger like fleshy cushioning while I feel a very solid and very painful intrusion jabbing into my intestines and causing the area to give a few aborted cramps—like some dying creature twitching out the last of its life.

I try to crawl away, pinning your arm beneath me as I hope to move away from it and leave it behind. Just as I get to the last knuckle, you crook your finger and basically hook it into my navel. I let out another exclamation of pain as I feel like a fish caught on a hook. You drag be back along the covers until I’m face-down, my belly in your lap. You stroke my back as my stomach rumbles deeply, vibrating against your thighs.

“Aww…is my little kitten hungry?”

I hiss at you and bite at your hand as it nears my head, settling on my hair and smoothing it down. You stroke at my back and sides and card your fingers through my hair with your other hand. I slowly untense and relax, reaching over to snag my pillow and bring it under my face. My stomach is still grumbling, but less intensely than it was earlier.

Just as I feel like everything has calmed to a point where I might be able to go back to sleep, you bounce your legs, the movements jostling my tummy. I groan as the nauseating hunger builds in intensity again. It’s going to be a long night.

[jesswritesthat]

hey babe! i love your writing so much!!! so i recently watched kaguya-sama: love is war and i was wondering if you could do a headcanon of kuroo, bokuto and atsumu where their crush gets sick and they visit her and she drags them into her bed to sleep with them? you can decide how it ends. thank you so much in advance if you do end up writing this! i love you and take care of youself💞

Hello lovely! Thank you so much for this, I’ve never seen Kaguya-Sama but it sounds really cute. Also take care of yourself too and I hope these are okay! Much love 💕

Summary: Bokuto, Kuroo and Atsumu checking up on their sick crush headcanons

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Bokuto Kōtarō:

• Has felt like he's been missing something all day but couldn't quite decipher what it was until Akaashi mentions how you're off sick.

• Thats when your phone is bombarded with ‘urgent’ messages inquiring about your wellbeing to the dramatic extent of:

[ Kou: (N/N)! You haven't answered me yet, are yOu StiLl AliVe?! ]

[ (N/n): no ]

[ Kou: Aw, can I have your cool headphones then, since you won't be needing them anymore? 😁💕 ]

[ (N/n): Wow Kou, I'll haunt your dumbass at Volleyball games for that. ]

[ Kou: Even in death, your support means everything to me. ]

• Despite his nonsense he kept updated with you throughout the school day by sending memes in hopes of raising your spirits. The most peace you got was during Volleyball Club time - the Ace too invested to message you at that point.

• At the end though he calls his team for a serious discussion and they're all expecting major improvements on their gameplay ready for Nationals.

But no.

"What can I get (N/n) to make her feel better, this is crucial. I need only good ideas!"

• They all knew about his crush on you, he wasn't exactly secretive about it but you were none the wiser. Even so, Fukurōdani offered what advice they could to their friend because like him, they cared about you too.

• "Akaashi picked up your schoolwork." Bokuto says as he walks into your room, waving the papers and placing them on your side.

"And you didn't think to take notes for me?"

"Nah, I wanted to bring you good stuff."

"Fair point."

• Bokutos likely brought everything he could find once he went home and changed/showered - he's got flowers, your favourite snacks, drinks, medicine and some movies to cure your boredom. Like how much do I owe you???

He's says it's fine though, in return you have to be better by tomorrow.

That's not how it works Kou.

• You're both seated on your bed watching some shitty movie when you start getting a bit sleepy and you just want warmth.

"Can you give me a hug Kōtarō? I just need a hug, I know how weird that sounds..."

• Doesn't even think twice about it, he practically tackles you onto the covers which elicits lovely giggles from you - the potential of him getting sick too isn't even considered, he's just focused on being with you and making you feel better.

• His arms are so warm and they’re beautiful, you forgot how toned he is and you grow so comfortable in his embrace. He’s also really relaxed about it and is calm enough to ramble on normally - except when you nuzzle against him during a cold shiver. Bokuto full on freezes mid sentence, releasing a cautious breath prior to changing the subject.

• It’s obvious he’s content with you though, and surprisingly falls asleep first which makes you laugh. Kōtarō keeps a strong but delicate hold on your body and is subconsciously receptive enough to your every move. You adjusted yourself slightly which stirred him, his voice is much huskier than before due to sleep but remains concerned.

“Can’t you sleep (Y/n)? I can-“

“I’m fine, you’re keeping me warm.”

• With a nod of understanding he’s gone again and you follow shortly afterwards, the both of you unintentionally making the nap a sleepover. Which you only realise the next morning - still in his arms even if the position has changed. You take a few minutes to enjoy it.

• Miraculously doesn't get sick, his immune system must be immortal as he's brimming with energy once he gets up. His radiance is actually contagious as you feel much better in yourself too and his vibrant attitude really motivates you for the day despite being physically exhausted from beating the flu.

• "Your partner is going to be blessed if you bring them breakfast, I mean talk about amazing." You comment as he brings up a plate that he’d crafted in your kitchen, which is surprisingly decent. You suppose he must keep his body fit somehow.

"My crush will have to do for now."

"Wait I - ah, you have a crush on me?"

"Hah, didn't you know? I never tried to hide it or anything."

Kuroo Tetsurō:

• Notices your absence immediately, he's observant by nature but especially where his crush is concerned and he isn't afraid to contact you before class starts.

• "Hey (Y/n), it's Kuroo, are you running late today?"

"Hnn, I'm not gonna make it. I tried but I feel awful - Sickness: 1, (L/n): 0." Already by the grogginess in your voice he can tell you're under the weather and winces at the sound of you stifling a cough.

"Ah geez, go to bed would you? And drink plenty of water, I'll inform the teachers and everything."

"Thanks Tetsurō, I owe you one."

• Will message you at regular intervals throughout the day regarding your health with cute little reminders. You were on his mind frequently, he’s lowkey worried okay?

[ Tetsu: Drink water, and eat breakfast if you can. ]

[ (Y/n): Yeah yeah I have, go learn something. ]

[ Tetsu: Why are you replying? Shouldn't you be sleeping it off - I don't want your germs. ]

[ (Y/n): Sharing is caring. ]

[ Tetsu: Oya? It took a cold for you finally admit you care, so is it gonna take a pandemic to say you love me? 😏 ]

[ (Y/n): 🖕🏻]

• Is actually considerate enough to tell you he'll swing by after practice, and asks if you want anything from the shop so you give basics like water and tablets. Comes equipped with the extra notes he's taken from all of your shared classes and requested papers from teachers in those you don't, so you're not falling behind.

• Aside from the bare minimum you requested, he chucks your favourite snacks on your desk stating that it’s important to keep morale high too. Liar. He just wanted to do something nice for you.

• Checks your temperature despite your protests of not being a child, he only does this because it vexes you and Kuroo finds that cute. As a silent apology for teasing the Hell out of you, he’ll make you some tea and you both get lost in conversation.

• Notices you’re starting to doze off, rest you should’ve had instead of texting everyone - but ensuring everything is fine, he’s about to stealthily exit until your fingers grasp his wrist and tug him back slightly.

"Stay Tetsurō..."

"You'll likely regret that request once you wake up."

"S'ok, it's you."

• The strength you have when tugging him into bed with you catches him completely off guard and he’s actually blushing - doesn’t know what to say but knows he has to at least maintain some composure.

“So uh, never knew you wanted me this badly.”

“Ugh shut up dumbass, I can feel your rapid heartbeat from here.”

“Right...”

• Kuroo goes all shy, you’ve wrapped your arms around his waist and are comfortably leaning against his side and he absentmindedly runs his fingers soothingly up and down your arm to settle his own nerves.

• It’s peacefully silent, simply enjoying one another’s company before he hears your muffled sniffles indicating you’ve fallen asleep and a soft smile graces his lips. If you were his, then he’d definitely kiss your forehead, and lips to be honest, but the fact you aren’t leaves him with a disappointed sigh.

• You both end up taking a nap, waking up wrapped in each other’s arms and noses practically touching which startled the Captain - Kuroo literally falling off of your bed with a yelp much to your amusement. Afterwards, he departs suggesting you get more rest, get better soon and he’ll see you at school next week.

• At least that was the plan, which altered with the text exchange the following morning.

[ Kuroo: Sharing is not caring, I wanted your snacks not your sickness! ]

[ (Y/n): RIP us. 💀 ]

[ Tetsu: You owe me one remember? I've got the house to myself this weekend so would you like to suffer together? I have blankets, entertainment and food. ]

[ (Y/n): Beats sniffling alone, I'll bring the tissues and drugs. ]

• So, you went over with a trail of sneezing in your wake and ended up snuggled with Kuroo under a blanket with a variety of games gracing the TV as you skilfully passed around the tissues. Aside from being ill, spending time like this with him was perfect.

• "Sickness: 2, (L/n) and Kuroo: 0..."

"No, Kuroo: 1.”

"How so? You K.O. a sneeze or something?"

"I got to spend the day with you didn't I? That counts as a win in my book."

"Tch careful, anyone would think the Scheming Captain cares~"

"I do smartass, I care about you a lot (Y/n)..."

Miya Atsumu:

• Atsumu wasn't one to act needy in any way, the only excuse for him to contact you in regards to your absence was to do it with a remark and hope you'd elaborate.

[ Atsumu: Yo, are ya ditching me to survive English on my own? That's cold (Y/n) 😭 ]

[ (Y/n): Sorry 'Tsumu, I'm too busy dying to care rn. Have a fun missing me loser. ]

[ Atsumu: Hah you wish, you alright tho? ]

• You're good friends but he's never really expressed genuine concern about you before, not verbally anyway. You thought the final "K" after you'd told him you were gonna rest would be the end of it.

So you were beyond surprised when he rocked up to your house later that evening.

• It took everything you had not to mock him for his embarrassed stature, solely flustered by the fact you'd seen him so considerate. Admittedly you were also exhausted and probably couldn't think of a snarky reply anyway.

• "What's up? Was there homework or - ugh, or something?"

"Huh? Oh I dunno. But uh, I got 'Samu to make you some Okayu, and a Umeboshi Tea since it's good for colds and stuff."

• Totally pestered Osamu all day to help him make you something and had to do stupid favours in return but Atsumu will deny it if you ever ask.

• “I love how you don’t care what you look like when you have guests over.”

“Take your stupid backhanded compliments and shove them up your pretty litt-“ You bite back, flipping him off in the process while Atsumu remains proudly victorious.

“Nah ah, is that any way to speak to the man who brought you dinner?”

“It’s the way to speak to the man whose currently annoying me.”

“You’re welcome, this is revenge for ditching me in class gorgeous~”

• Despite how irritating he could be, Atsumu stuck around for a bit to make sure you ate everything he’d brought and taken the appropriate medication.

• “Oh yeah, I brought that movie you were talking about the other day. Figured it might pass the time a bit.”

“Thank you! I’ll give it back once I’m better - thank you so much ‘Tsumu.”

Your excitement was endearing, and he had to collect himself a bit since admiring such little quirks was out of the question - his crush was bad enough as it is.

“Wanna watch it now? I haven’t got anything to do so I can give you spoilers.”

“Sounds good - and not a word!”

• You spent the afternoon watching the film and playfully wrestling the blonde in order to shut him up whenever he made an attempt to spoil it - he would never, but provoking you was too funny.

• You settle down later on, putting on a mindless tv show for background noise before collapsing onto your bed with groan. Atsumu raising a smug brow at your exhausted state as he threw his jacket on.

• "Wanna sleep with me?" It was innocent, at least you didn’t think much of it then.

"Do I what now?" He was smirking, thankful that your panic left you oblivious to the blush crawling up his neck at the mere insinuation alone.

"Sleep wit- ohh I did not think that through! I meant sleep in my bed, next to me, to help me drift off. Maybe it's the sleepiness or medicine but I really want you Atsumu..."

"Not helping your case at all." Again he smugly responded, dropping his jacket to the floor with a sly smile.

"Stop smirking and just hug me okay? Then you can leave and tease me about this later."

• Atsumu isn't awkward about it, subduing his nerves enough to pull you into his arms as he sits up - dutifully ignoring the butterflies in his stomach due to your close proximity and the intoxicating smell of your hair.

• Atsumu becomes unintentionally soft, his fingers slowly begin to glide through your hair and he hesitates when he feels the hum of contentment you release before continuing. Your whole body just relaxes against his and he subconsciously does the same, not even realising he was this tense around you - was his body always like that in your general presence?

• As you start quietly talking about nothing and everything, he notices a weakness - you’re a lot more open when drowsy and god he wants to take advantage but knows you’ll remember the questions he asked and murder him for it when you’re able.

• Intead he attempts to protect any dignity he thinks he has left with you - jokes on him, it’s absolutely none. You guys are way past that level and he knows it.

“You better get healthy quick, not that I care but English is really borin’ on my own ya know?”

"The people you truly care about must be really lucky to have you 'Tsumu..." The mumble is enough to make him roll his eyes, but he waits until you’re asleep to reply.

"Yeah... you are..."

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[yugirl]

Day 22: “Cupid’s Kiss”

Kiss, kiss, fall in love! Who’s your OTP? OT3? Show ‘em off! Let your favorite ships sail today!

@gxmonth

((I couldn’t decide between theme park date or parent au and everyone voted both so, I tried my best… but I couldn’t make the ships the focus instead of the kids, so… theme park date))

So things didn’t exactly go to plan…

Jaden hoped to arrange a group date to trial out a poly relationship with Bastion, Jesse and Chazz. What he hadn’t planned on was for everyone else to jump in on this date. So, as a result, it was still a group date of sorts, just with more people.

Chazz seemed a tad disgruntled about it, but he supposed he wouldn’t be pressured to do too much physical affection in front of everyone.

As they entered the gates of Kaibaland, the group split into its coupling.

Syrus had already bolted towards the spider, Hassleberry hurrying after him. Jaden couldn’t help but chuckle at Sy’s enthusiasm. He loved the rides that spin.

Zane decided to follow his little brother, Atticus chuckling and joining them. Since recovering from his heart problem, Zane wanted to make up for lost time with his little brother, so he wanted to be sure to enjoy as much as he could.

He was relieved he had made a full recovery, too, as not being able to join everyone on the rides would suck.

Alexis was worried she was going to be the loner of the group despite being with friends seeing everyone had coupled off, but Aster assured her that he was in the same boat, so the two of them might as well have fun while the others did couple stuff. Jim and Axel decided to join them as well, as couple stuff didn't interest them.

This left the poly ship in training to work out what to do.

“So, where should we start?”

“I can't speak for you guys, but I'm heading on the coaster!!” Jaden announced, marching over to wait in line. Jesse was more than eager to follow, but Bastion was very much pale in the face. There was no way they were getting him on it!!

Chazz chuckled and held his hand “come on, Bas, we’ll find something more to your palette.”

He led Bastion away while Jesse and Jaden watched. That was ok. They could meet up later.

“Come on, let’s go again!!”

“Again?! Aw, come on, Sy!! We’ve already gone on it three times!!” Hassleberry whined, barely able to stand up. Zane chuckled as he tried to support Atticus, who was also feeling very dizzy. “Let's let these two rest, Sy! Then we can have a ride together and then find something else.”

Syrus eagerly agreed and linked arms with Zane to have one more ride as brothers. What better way to make up for lost time than to ride their favourite ride together?

Hassleberry sighed, exhausted, as he watched the two get into the carrier. “Those two really love that ride, huh?”

“Yeah, I don't know how they handle it, but...” Atticus smiled lovingly at Zane. “I can't remember the last time I saw Zane that happy...”

Hassleberry nodded. He, too, understood that it was rare to see Zane that happy or excited about anything, but watching him and Syrus being spun and slingshot around with big grins on their faces really made the date worth it.

Jesse smiled as he and Jaden climbed onto the roller coaster. Jaden was shaking with excitement, but Jesse seemed to be shaking with nerves.

“Jess? You ok?”

“I-I’m not good with coasters...” Jesse mumbled, “i-its just you were so excited I couldn't let you go on there alone...”

“Jess, you should've said something...” Jaden gasped, concerned.

“I-I’ll be fine just so long as we ain't in the front...”

“Ok, we’ll try to get in the middle then,” Jaden assured.

Chazz and Bastion were at the bottom of the roller coaster, having visited the carnival games. Chazz was holding a winged-kuriboh plush he won at one of the stands “do you think Slacker will like it?”

“I’m sure Jaden will love it!!” Bastion assured as they watched them line up. “When they’re done, let’s go on the Ferris wheel together.”

Chazz nodded, albeit a bit shy.

Oh, God... Jaden, I can’t do this...”

“Yes, you can just hold my hand!” Jaden assured his panicking BF

“I can’t do this! I caAAAAAAAAA”

His screams could be heard from the roller coaster.

Chazz and Bastion chuckled as they heard poor Jesse screaming.

“Poor guy”

“The things we do for love.”

The day rolled on as the group continued to spend time at the park. Going on rides, playing carnival games, eating junk food. It was a good time.

Near the end of the day, the sun was starting to set. Bastion grabbed Jesse by the wrist “come with me!!”

“What!?”

Jesse was pulled along, followed by a very confused Jaden and Chazz. The others followed shortly after, equally confused.

Bastion led Jesse to the spinning swing ride, which didn't have as long a line given the park was nearing closing.

“This one!”

“I don't know, Bas. I'm not sure I can do the heights...”

“Jesse, trust me, you're going to love it!!”

“You’re going to ride this one?” Jaden asked, surprised.

“Yes! Care to join us?”

“I don’t know. It’s two to a swing, and I don’t wanna ride alone.”

“Relax, slacker, I’ll go with you!!” Chazz sighed in mock annoyance.

The four got in line for the ride. Syrus then looked to Hassleberry with pleading eyes.

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll go with you!” Hassleberry sighed.

“What about you, Zaney? Got one more ride in you?” Atticus smirked

Zane chuckled and took his hand. “I’d love to.”

The other four looked at each other, shrugged and decided to line up too. Why not?

Eventually, they all got buckled into swings. Jesse was visibly shaking, but Bastion held his hand to assure him he would be alright.

Jaden smiled at Chazz. “I’m really glad today happened, even if it didn't go as planned...”

“Me too...” Chazz chuckled and settled in. While he didn't plan on others coming, it was nice he still got his date with his three boyfriends.

Jaden smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek, but Chazz turned his face to kiss back.

With a jolt, the swing was lifted into the air. Slowly it started spinning. Bastion held Jesse’s hand to calm him, Jaden and Chazz looked at the view, Syrus expressed his excitement to Hassleberry, who looked at him with loving eyes, and Atticus and Zane sat peacefully enjoying the moment.

The swing twirled through the sky, and as it did, the sun set perfectly on the ocean horizon, dying the sky in q rich orange in combination with the beautiful view. It was a sight to behold.

Jesse gasped in awe of the view while Bastion smiled. “I told you you'd love it.”

Jesse smiled and thanked Bastion for convincing him to come.

Eventually, the ride came to a stop, and it was time to leave the park. Hassleberry carried his tiny and whiny BF on his back while they said their goodbyes.

Atticus wrapped an arm around Zane and pulled him close, Zane humming in comfort and happiness as he was walked away.

Alexis, Aster, Jim and Axel talked about how much fun they had and how they'd meet up like this again before going their separate ways.

That just left the four.

“I really had a great time today, guys!” Jaden smile

“Me too!” Jesse grinned. “I had lots of fun!”

“As did I!” Bastion smiled, “I think this might work out.”

“I-I think so too...” Chazz blushed.

The four of them continued to stand awkwardly in front of the Kaibaland gate. A single question in their mind.

“Who do I kiss first!?”

[mr-walkingrainbow]

can we get a super fluffy bad weather abimel fic? love your stuff btw <3

Aww thank you!!!

BAD WEATHER HERE WE GO!

I was very very conflicted, because y’all know I live for thunder angst. But because of my simping ass their is distinctively two different Columns in the Abimel prompt list

Thunder angst

And Bad weather

So as much as I want to turn this into thunder angst

I’m just gonna write bad weather

So hear y’a go!

“Goodbye my love!” Abigael calls out to the Vera Vaughn house.

“Bye Cariño!” Mel replies sweetly.

“Ugh! You guys are just couple goals!!!” Maggie groans from where she lays sprawled on the couch.

Macy doesn’t acknowledge the question, too buried in her book in the corner.

Mel raises an eyebrow, “Thanks Mags, but you know you could be couple goals as well, if you just finally told Jordan your feelings?”

“Hushhh hush hushhyyy,” the empath half silences half groans, “I don’t wanna focus on him, I wanna focus on how adorable you and Abigael are”.

“AGHHHHHHHH!”

The loud scream pierces the house, everyone jolts, minus Macy. Who really, is just that into her book.

“CARIÑO?!?” Mel yells, jumping to her feet and racing to the door.

Abigael is still standing in the doorway, back facing the Latina.

“Abby?” She prods quieter.

Slowly, the hybrid turns to Mel.

A small puff of air escapes the lesbians chest, as the site of red angry dots coating half of Abigaels body.

“Mel,” Abby speaks in a lofty robotic way, “Mel it’s snowing.”

And that’s how we lead to her current situation.

A fires crackling, the thermostat practically melting, and Abbys bundled up in every single blanket they own, yet she’s still shivering like a popsicle.

“B-b-blood-dy H-hell.” Her teeth chatter violently as she curses.

“I’m so sorry Mi amor! I should have checked the temperature.” Mel apologizes once again.

“What’s wrong with her?” Maggie questions nervously, “She was only outside for a second? She shouldn’t be this affected.”

Abby tries to explain, but her teeth clank to much to even get a sentence out.

Mel places a warm hand on her forehead, stroking it just how she likes it.

“S’ok Cariño,” she assures, “I’ll explain. You just focus on getting warmed up.”

Abby nods, hesitating in a way that causes her to gaze to linger.

It’s a bit gratifying, how she can tell exactly what’s she’s thinking.

If the hybrid could, she’d be blushing lightly. But since she was so cold, it was impossible. But Mel can tell by the angle of her eyebrows.

And she understands.

She nods assuringly, and makes sure to keep stroking the laters forehead.

Abby mumbles something gratefully, sinking into the touch.

Maggie looks at them, knowing something passed between them without her knowledge.

And Mel isn’t sure if it’s because of her empath powers, or just her natural sisterly instinct, but slowly, her sister nods along too. A smile gracing her appearance.

“So basically, the cold effects Abby different then us.” The Latina spoke, drawing the subject away from her girlfriends silent implication.

Maggie’s eyebrows furrowed, “We said that before, but why is it?”

“We’ll, she’s part demon.”

“Yeah but so is Macy, and she doesn’t get this severe?” The brunette gestured towards their sister, who peeked up curiously at her name.

Mel took the moment to roll her eyes at the eldest, who somehow only just was pulled from her trance.

“Well Macy isn’t the same as Abby.”

-“Wait, your comparing me to Abby?” Macy interrupted, eyes trailing, and widening, once she saw the frozen girl, “Wow?! What happened?”

“Really Mace?” Maggie glared slightly, hands on hips.

The eldest waved her hands in the air, “What?! I’m in the middle of a deeply interesting book about the physics of life and gravity and how-“

-“A-And I’m Al-r-ready b-bored!” Abby coughed from her cocoon of blankets. Lapsing into another bought of violent shivers.

Mel quickly turned, “Shhh, shh, it’s ok, just go back to sleep. Just keep getting warm and cozy.”

She pressed another kiss to her girlfriends brow, wrapping her more efficient in her little ‘Snuggle coon’.

Abby relaxed only when Mel continued her comforting movements on her forehead.

Macy glared fiercely, not happy with her book being so blatantly insulted, “Remind me why we can’t just let her freeze.”

“Because if you even attempted to I would tackle you to the floor with no hesitation,” Mel stated with emphasis, “No ones allowed to hurt Abigael.”

“Besides the fact that she looks like a Lil Puppy Overlord all wrapped in those blankets!” Maggie (of course) cooed.

The eldest looked miffed, “Yeah you need to get your eyes checked Mags.”

Mel started to growl, which quickly got Macy to shut up.

“As I was saying, Abigaels physically, and hereditarily, part demon. Macy is a witch, but with demon blood. Theirs a different. Especially in how they react to things.”

“But how does that make her so perceptible to the cold?” Macy questioned.

“We’ll her temperature is naturally higher the ours, yours is a tad bit higher due to your blood, but not nearly as high as hers.”

Maggie looked confused, “But wouldn’t that just protect her from the cold more?”

“Hypothetically, yes,” Mel paused, “Think of her as a flame. Now picture an Ice cube. You wouldn’t. Put an ice cube directly in the fire or something hot, because although really cold, it’s much more consequential. Now the flame, ergo Abby, is really hot, in more ways then one.”

“Yeah, yeah,” her younger sister smirked, “We get it, you simp the ground she walks on.”

“Mags!” The Latina squeaked, blushing madly, “Enough of that! Anyway, she’s literally hot. So slowly, in a gradual sense, she’d last longer then most people. But it’s when it’s abrupt cold, like snow hitting her, or unprepared weather, that effects her more drastically then us. Because her temperature doesn’t regulate like ours do.”

Her sisters took the information in, nodding accordingly.

“Now, I love y’all, but I have to tend to the popsicle I’m calling my girlfriend.”

Macy eagerly left the room, while Maggie brightened, “Ooh! I’ll make her Moms power cocoa! Y’a know, the one she’d make just when-“

-“We turned from cheerfully numb to painfully cold,” Mel finished with a bittersweet smile. The cocoa always seemed to infuse all the love a mother felt for her daughter, “Yeah, Abigael would love that. Thanks Mags.”

“No problem!”

Her attention immediately shifted back to her girlfriend, who was practically being swallowed by all the blankets around her.

“Ok, it’s just me now, so you can stop pretending to be asleep.” Mel whispered.

Abby peeked open an eye, “H-how’d you know?”

She smiled warmly, “Oh Cariño, I know you my love. I know that your not truly asleep until your breathings light, and your eyebrows lax. …. Also you’d twitch every time I’d stop touching your forehead.”

Abigael blushed at the last part, glancing anywhere but Mel.

“Hey, look at that,” Mel commented ruefully, “At least you can blush again.”

The hybrid groaned, letting herself sink into the blankets in her embarrassment.

“Aww, mi amor,” she cooed lightly, pulling back the blankets till she could see her girlfriends face again, “How are you feeling Cariño?”

“Like a B-bloody popsicle.” Abby grumbled.

“We’ll fortunately your Body temp seems to be doing better, your teeth aren’t chattering as much and your starting to gain some color back.” She noted dutifully.

Abby groaned again, overall looking miserable.

“I hate snow:” she complained bitterly.

“I’m sorry,” Mel apologized earnestly, “Do you want some snuggles?”

Abigael brightened, “Oh god yes your like a mini furnace, but Mel..?”

The Latina smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll still stroke your forehead. Y’a know it’s ok to ask? I’m not gonna hold it against you?”

Abby nodded, although she still didn’t look quite convinced.

Mel understand, although it hurt her, Ratcesca had infused into the girl that asking for things she liked was foolish and weak.

She was their to slowly disband all the toxic knowledge that monster had unforced in her.

The lesbian quickly braced herself for what was going to feel like the heart of a volcano, before shifting under the heaps of blankets.

Nevertheless, she’d jump into a real one if it meant her girlfriend would feel better.

Mel wrapped her arms around Abigael, spooning her as much as she could.

“Better?” She questioned softly?

“Almost.” Abby whispered back.

She understood immediately, and started to caress the lattera crown, smiling when the other started to purr in contempt.

“Oh I love you Melanie.” The hybrid murmured blissfully, “Even if I’m freezing my blood out.”

“We’ll I for once love you too,” Mel replied warmly, “Even if I’m about to die of heat stroke.”

“Oh shut it!” The later smiled fondly.

The lesbian just laughed, loosing herself in the repetitive motions.

About five minutes later, Maggie came in with her moms power cocoa.

She smiled at the scene before her.

Wrapped in about fifty blankets, Mel and Abigael were snuggled in the heart of it. Both peacefully sleeping entwined.

“Oh,” she cooed adoringly at the cuteness, placing the cocoa mugs nearby, “Like I said. Total couple goals.”

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i’m not sorry, guys, i need to talk about this scene because i’m still freaking out from all the feelings i got am still getting from it

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we all know that sousa cares a lot about daisy, he doesn’t make any effort to hide it (sometimes i think he doesn’t even notice), it’s obvious all the time that if she would ask him to jump off of a bridge, he would. and he kinda does that when he offers himself to take the risk of >>>dying<<< in her place so she won’t lose her memory and have to start all over again (i’m not even gonna comment on the fact that he doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t doubt her for a second when she tells him what’s going on and what they need to do. as we would say here in Brasil: CADELINHA DEMAIS!!!!!!(meme meaning he’s basically her puppy))

but what still has me screaming is daisy 

I MEAN, look at the way her hand supports his head when he’s dying!!!!!! and then when she wakes up again SHE JUST SAW HIM DIE AND IT’S CLEAR ON HER FACE (everybody say thank you chloe) THAT THE FIRST THING SHE THINKS ABOUT IS >>HIM<<!!! she immediately looks up to see if he’s okay!!!! don’t tell me she’s not in love with him, DON’T @ ME!!

she hits the button and gets off the chamber without taking her eyes off of him!! THAT IS WORRY ON HER FACE!!!!! she just saw him die and she needs to be sure he’s not really dead! 

and then she sees him breathe and IT IS FEAR OF SEEING HIM DIE AGAIN (yes, i know might be a little dramatic) that makes her walk to the door carefully so he won’t wake up and follow her and put his life in danger again and he totally would if it meant it would help her, no one can convince me otherwise

BUT SHE HESITATES!!!!! SHE STOPS TO LOOK AT HIM AND MAKE SURE HE’S ALIVE AND WELL ONE MORE TIME OH MY GOD KILL ME NOW HE IS SO IMPORTANT TO HER!!!!!!!

it’s so obvious that she only leaves because she absolutely has to. if she could, my girl daisy would just stand there and watch him sleep peacefully like he’d been doing to her

UGH THE FEELS!!!! 

people, i’m not okay, i’m afraid i might love them way too much.