#would I be delighted???? ecstatic?????? so happy I could and would cry?????

[any-sk8-s2-news-yet]

okay but what if season 2 comes and we get queerbaited and cherry and joe never date and reki and langa end up being "best friends"

Now why would you say that.

Repent. Go sit in the corner and think about what you did.

[unhinged-simp]

I’m a new follower haha, I am super happy that you are taking requests! I love the students from hotarubi so much!! I am also a hotarubian (at least according to the house sorting in the early game). Would you mind writing a soulmate AU for the hotarubi characters? Thanks a lot!!!

Soulmate AU with the Hotarubi boys.

I don't mind at all! This was my first time doing a soulmate au, so I hope it turned out good. I was also sorted into Hotarubi, and I love all of them(though Subaru's my favorite). I didn't really change anything except for the soulmate part, so I did skip around a bit.

Each boy has a different soulmate prompt for variety. I’ll label the ones I used. I decided to use the prologue for Haku, since that's when we meet him.

Spoilers for the Hotarubi chapter

Subaru: Same markings

You had always wanted to find your soulmate. The same person that shares the mark you have on your skin. 

Despite your best efforts, you haven't found them yet.

Years passed on, and you just decided to give up.

In the end, you ended up forgetting about your soulmate. Perhaps you’d find them sooner rather than later.

You were on an assignment from Darkwick to inspect Hotarubi. And you were going to meet the Captain. 

He came in and knelt before you, and introduced himself. However you caught a glimpse at the mark on his hand, one that matched yours.

“It's you,” you said, confusing both Haru and Subaru. 

“What?” Subaru asked.

“The mark on your hand. It's the same as mine.” 

You showed him your hand. His eyes widened at the sight. 

“So you’re my soulmate.”

Haku: First word said to each other

“All right. Let's get out of here for starters.” Were the words written on your arm. 

You had often questioned them, like why were those the first words your soulmate said to you?

Then you got saved from an anomaly, and almost got thrown out of the train by the boy who saved you. Fortunately you were saved by another boy.

“All right. Let's get out of here for starters,” he said. You tried to say something, but the boy played his flute and you fell asleep.

When you woke up, the train was back to normal. 

“Sorry, but I’m still here,” the boy said, watching you from the seat beside you. 

“Huh? Aha-” You nearly fell to the ground due to your injured leg. 

“Whoops, looks like we injured a civilian.” 

“Wait a second,” you yell. The boy looks up.

“What is it?” He asks. 

“You're my soulmate,” you exclaim, showing him your arm. The boy looks down at his arm.

“Well, what do you know,” he mutters. 

Zenji: Red Strings

You had often stared at the red string wrapped around your pinky. 

You wondered what your soulmate was like, and how you would meet.

But something happened. One day, a year before you had come to Darkwick, your string turned black, and was cut.

You were heartbroken. Why did this happen? Did something happen to your soulmate?

Then after working on a mission, Haku took you and Subaru to the teahouse, and revealed the third ghoul in Hotarubi.

“Are you Zenji?” You asked the boy now in front of you. He seemed ecstatic that you could see him. 

“You can see me, my dear?” He asked. And when you nod, he grabs your hand in delight. 

Then the dead string that you had on your pinky reacted. It reached out to connect to the dead string on Zenji’s finger. 

“You’re-” you started, before you were interrupted by the happy crying of Zenji.

“My dear.”

[spacexseven]

Just imagine Floyd when his shy darling finally starts warming up to him. They start off not really knowing how to show their newfound affinity for him so they just start being affectionate out of nowhere. They silently sit next to him and lean their head on his shoulder or walk with their hands interrwined with his. Floyd would be ecstatic i think. Hed also deeeefffffinately tease his darling about every time and reciprocate the affection. Unless he was particularly moody. In that case the darling might just be shaken off and avoided.

anon i could hug you right now i didnt realize how much i missed writing for twst until this ask. also i know the general consensus is like super mean floyd!! but i have a very Big soft spot for him so please take my not so mean floyd offering </3

cw: yandere character

it's a delightful surprise when you sink into floyd's side the minute he sits down without him saying a word to you or grabbing ahold of you first. he can't even bite back the teasing remark that slips out of his mouth, even tacking on the usual jovial shrimpy! at the end, but you're surprisingly unbothered. it was so unexpected that he even wonders if he should be concerned.

"hm?" there's no response from you, who only sighs and shifts closer to him. huh, closer? floyd considers the situation for a moment before grabbing your sides and, with impressive strenght and ease, lifts you up and drops you on his lap, watching with thinly veiled amusement as shock explodes in your eyes and you cry out loud. he's honestly very glad that this adorable side of you was still intact.

"what's this about?" he grins with sharp teeth out in display, anticipating your answer.

you grumble a little, before meeting his gaze, "i thought...well, you weren't gonna ease up anyway with the hugging, right? so i thought i should get used to it, if we're gonna make this work."

he seems at a loss for words for a moment, before squeezing you tightly (though you do notice that it does feel a lot less constrictive than before...he really was learning), burying his face in your hair, "awe, you're so cute, i could eat you up!"

you lean into him, instead of your usual stiffening up and squirming, and floyd can't help the way his arms hold you tighter, relishing in the wondrous delight of your affection. weren't you just full of surprises today? he's happy to walk into mostro lounge, hand in hand with you, basking in the thought that you held his hand first this time, and itching to brag all about it. and the time he laid down next to you on the couch, slowly rolling over until his head was in your lap—he could have exploded with how happy he was when you go to stroke his hair absentmindedly, shifting about so you're comfortable.

he's thrilled when he notices you becoming more relaxed with physical contact, it becomes a habit for you to reach out for his hand or cuddle into his side, or even give him a little kiss or two. ah, but there's nothing as cute as your flustered state when he one-ups you with a deeper kiss!

honestly, as long as you have some point of contact with him, floyd's mood is almost always great—unless, of course, the two of you are rudely interrupted. in that case, floyd will quickly take care of the meddler, all the while making sure your hand was still held safely in his.

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

How would you envision Elrond and Elwing's reunion in Valinor 🥺? I can already imagine they would hug for a lonnngggg time to make up for the years of being forcefully separated from each other. Also, Elrond would be ecstatic to know that Celebrian and Elwing (in my head, lol) have bonded and become close to each other.

yesssss i too believe they would hug and cry for a very long time, like they'd just fall into each other's arms <3<3<3 and elrond can finally break down embraced by his mother the way he never had the chance to for literal thousands of years. a tangent, but i don't think elrond ever felt comfortable showing such extreme, uncontrollable vulnerability in front of others -- having been kidnapped as a child by the people who murdered most of his community and as good as forced his mother to suicide, he pretty much came to hide anything that could be perceived as "weakness" for fear of how maedhros and maglor would react to it. and even though he does grow more emotionally healthy once he finds people with whom he can truly have a good relationship, he still finds it difficult to so entirely let down his guard around people. but with elwing -- it's like he's a child again. as soon as he sees his mother's face, the exact same face that he remembers from his memories and his dreams, the exact same face he associates with strength and love and bravery ever since he was young -- everything all comes rushing out. it's like all the tears of pain and fear at her being taken from him are finally flowing after being reined in for millennia.

i can't imagine how utterly cathartic their reunion, at long last, would be to both of them. they wouldn't let go of each other for a while, that's for sure, and they would probably spend hours and hours and hours learning everything they can about each other. i doubt they'd be willing to be apart for at least several days after that. they are going EVERYWHERE together for the next month. joined at the hip. elwing at some point introduces him to all her friends and kin that she's met and connected with since she came to valinor, and elrond finds a litany of relatives who are delighted and proud and awed. lots of teleri especially are so heartened, particularly the ones who knew thingol from before they came west. that's the great-great-grandson of their king's beloved brother. and speaking of thingol -- elwing has already grown close to him since she came to valinor, she and elrond go to visit him together, and thingol cries once again and adopts yet another descendant. tbh he adopts every single descendant of his that sails west. spoils them rotten like they're children even though they're all grown adults who've seen some shit. what do you mean he can't shower them in every single gift that catches his eye or comes to mind. they're his descendants, he can do what he wants!! he will coddle them, and elrond is by no means an exception.

it's also my hc that elwing and celebrian meet when celebrian arrives in valinor! celebrian tells her mother-in-law all about elrond and all about elladan, elrohir, and arwen. elwing adores her daughter-in-law and celebrian is one of the few people who she'll regularly hang out with. they visit each other and everything, elwing is there with her when celebrian meets her telerin relatives (who already all know and love elwing). suffice to say you're right, elrond is absolutely delighted to learn how close his mother and wife have become. they all spend heaps of time with each other -- with earendil, too, when he comes home. it won't take away the injustice of elwing losing so much of her son's life, and elrond losing his mother at such a young age -- but it's good. at last they're the family they couldn't be long ago, and they're all very very happy together

[dincrypt]

Dad and The Dog

Summary: This.

Content: Fluff. Puppy antics.

Note: Re posting my most popular fic since I’ve decided to emerge from hibernation lol

“If it pisses on my floor once, it's gone.”

A tiny gasp escaped the mouth of your son, his already enormous eyes stretching with concern. You round on Din, bringing a protective hand over the mouth of Grogu’s pod.

“Din,” you chastise, not at all gentle. “Don’t say that! She’s a puppy, accidents are bound to happen!”

From behind your hand, a fuzzy white head popped out, panting so hard it looked like a smile, and barked in Din’s direction. Grogu gave a little cry and tugged his new pet back into the safety of the pod.

Your family was heading back to your ship after an eventful and productive trip to the market, all of you - except for one - ecstatic with the results.

“It’s going to get big you know,” Din pointed out, not even turning around as he stalked forward.

“The man said she’s an Anooba cross. She’ll be smaller than normal,” you countered, reaching back to rub a pair of perky white ears. Grogu grabbed handfuls of her fur protectively as he eyed Din, face somewhere between an adorable attempt at intimidation and a downright pout.

You could hear Din grumbling under his breath, pressing a control on his vambrace as you approached the ship. “Sure, crossed with a Massiff for all we know…”

You ignored him to help Grogu and his new puppy climb out of the pod. Two sets of miniature feet took off up the ramp. She immediately set about exploring her new home, nose to the floor as she ran in a zigzag, tiny owner right on her heels.

“Hey, keep that thing contained,” Din snapped as he followed them, pressing a button to close the hatch.

You sighed and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” you tried softly, hoping to diffuse the frustration clearly boiling under that armor. “Why are you being like that? I thought you liked dogs?”

“I do,” he argued. “Just not in a small space full of important things that can be chewed or peed on.”

“I’m sure your five crates of sonic charges can handle a little puppy teeth,” you said with an eye roll.

Din tilted his head, and years of reading a blank visor told you of his exasperation. You smiled and reached up to pull his helmet off, revealing the long suffering frown you expected. Setting it aside, you placed soft hands on his cheeks, running your thumbs back and forth.

“Come on. He needs this. Didn’t you just say a while back it would be nice for him to have someone his own size to play with?” As you spoke, a chorus of barks and delighted coos rang in the background.

Din’s shoulders drooped and his brows furrowed. “Yes! But I meant…” he gestured between the two of you, “I meant a sibling.”

“Well, think of this as like…a stepping stone to that. First he gets a puppy. Then a sibling.”

“Why the hell does there need-“

A loud crash cut him off, and he spun around to see Grogu and his pup sprawled on the floor, the contents of Din’s tool box scattered around them. The puppy clambered to her feet and pounced on Grogu, lavishing his face with wet kisses which he accepted in pure delight. Din frowned deeply and turned back to you.

“Why does there need to be a stepping stone? I don’t see how a puppy will prepare him for a sibling.”

With a gentle sigh and shake of your head, you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “It makes him happy. Isn’t that enough?”

You didn’t wait for a response, instead tapping his face gently with your palm before leaving to help Grogu pick up his mess. Din watched you, confusion and frustration etched into his scowl. The puppy bounced around your feet as you bent to gather the tools, giving each one an experimental gnaw.

With the smallest sneer and the slightest huff, Din retreated to the cockpit for what he expected to be his last ounce of peace for a very, very long time.

~

Code Red. Code. Kriffing. Red.

Or, technically, code yellow.

Grogu was hysterical. Sucking in enormous breaths faster than his little lungs could handle, cries piercing through the hull as he pointed at the puddle that managed to be directly next to the absorbing pads. You were on your knees in front of him, desperately trying to reach through the panic.

“Hey, hey, calm down baby it's alright.” You held his face and wiped the little tears away. He continued to sniffle. “Look at me.” You held him more firmly, eyes on his. “Daddy didn’t mean what he said, ok? He’s not going to take your puppy. I promise.”

That managed to break through, barely. With another deep breath, his cries lessened.

“And even if he did - which he didn’t - all we’d have to do is this…” You reached for the absorbing pad and placed it over the mess, promptly wiping away every ounce of evidence. “See? He’d never even know.” You smiled and winked playfully.

Grogu stared blankly at the pad, then looked at you, mouth turning up in an adorable grin. You laughed and looked around for the offender, who had ducked into hiding the moment her owner started to cry.

“Verd’ika?” You called. The choice of a Mandoa name was not coincidental. Though you suspected the attempt of endearing her to Din had accomplished very little.

She appeared hesitantly from behind a cargo box, puffy tail between her legs, back spines laid flat. You gave her a sympathetic, yet stern look.

“Verd’ika, you know what you did, don’t you?”

She scurried over to Grogu, burying her face in his cloak and refusing to look at you. Grogu hugged her, not contributing at all to your attempt at discipline. With a defeated sigh, you gathered up the soiled pads and tossed them in the incinerator.

“I suppose you’re beating yourself up enough already.” You bent down and stroked her head. Then looked at Grogu. “Go get the cleaner sweetheart. Let’s make sure the floor is nice and clean before daddy gets home.”

He nodded urgently and waddled off, his ever-present white shadow following.

~

Clan Djarin’s newest edition managed to have multiple accidents throughout the day. No matter how many treats you placed on the pads, no matter how highly you praised and encouraged every time she sniffed them, something about cold metal apparently made it the ideal location for relief. The floor was scrubbed spotless by the time Din returned.

He removed his helmet with narrowed eyes, carbonite chamber still humming with the acquisition of his newest bounty. You appeared from the bunk, all smiles.

“Welcome back dear, how’d it go?”

“Fine...” he answered slowly, eyeing the floor.

You swept yourself into his arms and kissed him, hoping to redirect that concerning gaze. He kissed you back, absently, and you could tell his eyes were open, still fixed on the floor. You put your hands around his neck and kissed him a little harder.

Unfortunately, it only served to make him more suspicious. He pulled away from you with a frown.

“It peed on the floor didn’t it?”

“It’s a she,” you corrected.

“She peed on the floor.”

“I have no idea what you-“

You were spared the completion of your lie by Grogu’s entrance. He waddled to his dad with outstretched arms, smiling. Din bent down to accept him, throwing an uncertain glare at his snow colored companion.

“Hey buddy,” Din said softly as he lifted his kid. Verd’ika pawed at his boot. “Anything exciting happen today?”

Grogu drew his lips in and shook his head. Din glanced between both of you, brows raised in an expression of innocence and wonder. “Really? Nothing at all?”

Two heads shook in confirmation. Din looked down at his feet. “How about you?” He said to Verd’ika, “Anything to confess?”

Verd’ika barked once, front paws sliding forward as her rump lifted in the air, tail whirring. “Is that so?” Din looked to you in mock surprise. “She says she peed on the floor today.”

You gasped and snatched the puppy up, holding her out in front of you with an accusatory glare. “Verd’ika, how could you? Lying to your father that way!” You turned her around in your arms to face Din. “Tell him the truth Verd’ika, tell him what a good girl you’ve been.”

She barked once more, squirming as she craned her neck back to nip at your chin.

“That’s better. See Din?”

Disbelief dripped from his features. Thankfully, instead of pushing the argument, he just rolled his eyes and brushed past you on his way to the cockpit, Grogu still in his arms.

Before he could take another step, Grogu let out a cry of protest, reaching behind him for Verd’ika. Din sighed and turned around, bringing him close enough to scoop the puppy from your arms.

You watched with an unabashed grin as your riduur clambered up the ladder, arms full of squirming dog and child.

~

Nights on the ship were peaceful.

Rather, the artificially timed darkness designed to preserve some semblance of a circadian rhythm while deep in hyperspace, was peaceful.

Din was a light sleeper, and still not used to extended lengths of inactivity, even with the balance you brought to his life. It wasn’t unusual to find him missing from your bed throughout the night, fiddling with whatever mundane task he picked up in an attempt to quiet his mind.

After waking up for a second time to find him gone, you decided to go looking for him. When the usual tinkering couldn’t do the trick, more often than not your voice could, a few sweet words of encouragement lulling him back into bed.

The cockpit was the first place you checked. He found something soothing in the gentle, repetitive nature of flying the ship, even when it wasn’t necessary. Sometimes it was all he needed to relax enough to allow him to sleep. Other times, he needed you.

You found him there, unsurprisingly. As you crested the ladder you caught sight of his head above the pilots seat, brown locks messy with unsuccessful sleep, shoulders moving with what little effort flying through clear space required.

What did surprise you, was the white ball of fur at his feet, staring up at him.

Din was speaking. Quietly. You stayed on the ladder, tilting your head to hear him better.

“I’m not giving you any,” he grumbled, and with a glance to the side you realized he was talking about the package of jerky pieces he was snacking on. “Quit asking.”

Verd’ika let out a small whine, reaching forward to paw his socked foot. Din looked down at her. “What? I said no.”

She didn’t let up. Her head creeped forward, eyes on Din’s face. Her lips quivered with a barely muted bark.

“Ssh!” He snapped, finger to his lips. “They’re sleeping.”

You covered your mouth to contain the laugh bubbling in your chest. For someone who claimed to not be interested in this dog, he sure was having quite the conversation with her.

“Alright, look, here,” He retrieved a piece of jerky and tossed it in her direction. Verd’ika snatched it right out of the air, swallowing it whole.

“Hey…” Din said, tone just on the edge of impressed. “Good job.”

She licked her lips and tossed her head up. He shook his head. “Now you’re just pushing it.”

She insisted, once again batting at his feet with a string of quiet whines. Din growled and grabbed the package. “Fine, but you’re gonna have to work for it. I don’t suppose they’ve actually been training you, have they?” He held a piece of jerky up above her head. “Sit.”

She cocked her head at him, ears pricked, and slapped her tongue across her jowls. Din sighed.

“Didn’t think so.” He scooted forward in the pilots chair, setting the package aside but still holding a piece in front of her. He reached forward to place his other hand on her back, at the base of her tail. “Look Verd’ika, sit.”

He pushed her rump down to the floor as he said the word, her eyes still glued to the jerky. “Good girl!” He gave her the meat and she scarfed it greedily, immediately standing back up.

“No, you’re not supposed to-“ he started, reaching for another piece. “Alright come here, lets try again…”

With a grin, you turned and headed back down the ladder before he saw you.

~

You woke up to the sound of Din loudly calling your name.

“Come here! Bring Grogu!”

Your knee-jerk, sleep soaked reaction was panic. Only when he called you again and you heard the laughter in his voice were you able to calm down, slipping out of bed with a groan. You found Grogu in a similar state, groggy eyed as he rolled out of bed at the sound of his father’s voice. You picked him up and headed for the cockpit just as Din called you for a third time.

“We’re coming!” You answered, trying to keep the irritation from your voice.

Your steps were heavy up the ladder as sounds of barking and a few low chuckles reached your ears. In the cockpit, you found Din standing with Verd’ika in front of him, a handful of jerky in his palm as she watched him with rapt attention. He smiled at you as you entered.

“Watch this,” he said excitedly, holding up a treat. Verd’ika stood at attention.

“Sit!”

Immediately, her behind sunk to the floor. Din glanced at you, looked pleased at your impressed smile, then turned back to the puppy.

“Lay.”

Her paws slid the rest of the way down until her belly touched the floor.

“Good girl!” He tossed her the treat, which she inhaled.

“Did you see that buddy?” Din asked his wide-eyed boy. Grogu smiled with a happy sounding gurgle. Din walked over and took him from your arms, Verd’ika barely a step behind. “She’s pretty clever huh?”

You nodded your agreement, watching as Din placed a treat into Grogu’s palm. “You wanna try? Give it to her when-“

The second the meat touched his hand, Grogu tossed it to Verd’ika. Din stuttered half a movement at grabbing it, stopping short as it disappeared into a set of sharp white fangs, gone. He dropped his head before turning to Grogu.

“No buddy, after she listens, ok?”

Two dark eyes stared blankly at him, blinking once. Din held up another treat. “You hold it. I’ll tell her what to do. When she listens, give it to her. Ok?” He hesitantly placed the meat into Grogu’s waiting palm.

This time, he held it. Din nodded and looked to Verd’ika. “Sit.”

She sat. Grogu dropped the meat and it promptly disappeared.

“There you go! Good job buddy!” He bent down to pat the puppy’s head, “Good girl Verd’ika!”

You laughed delightedly and squeezed his shoulder. “Glad you two are finally getting along.”

Din shrugged nonchalantly, not quite meeting your eye. “Well...she’s finally listening.”

“Suuuure,” you droned, reaching down to pick her up. “And I’m sure her being completely adorable has nothing to do with it, right?” You held her out in presentation, and Verd’ika cocked her head as she looked at Din, as though attempting to contribute to your point.

He rolled his eyes and fought a smile, then tugged you forward to place a kiss on your forehead. “Well,” he leaned down to kiss Grogu as well, “I suppose it’s no secret I have a weakness for adorable things.”

~

The grocery bag was heavier than the last time you slung it over your shoulder.

Your eyes narrowed as you adjusted the strap, immediately knowing who the culprit was. Or rather, culprits.

You turned around in the middle of the dusty market street, eyeing your riduur and son, who stopped short behind you. Any time they came along on shopping trips, they had a habit of ganging up on you, flooding your limited carrying space with useless treats. That’s why you were the only one who got to carry the grocery bag anymore.

At the sight of your glare, Din tilted his helmet in question.

“What did you two sneak in here?” You asked, jostling the strap over your shoulder. Grogu’s mouth dropped and he looked to his father.

“Nothing,” Din said easily.

“Its heavier than it was a few minutes ago.”

“Aww, then I’ll carry it for you cyare,” he reached for the bag but you took a step back.

“No no, I’m simply giving you a chance to come clean before I open it up and find out.”

Din exchanged a look with Grogu, then shrugged at you. You gave them a final warning glare before peering down into the bulging sack at your side. In it, a top your own selections of spices and balanced ration meals, sat two sleeves of cookies and three packages of jerky. You looked back up to see Din peering over, as if he too was curious of the contents.

“Huh.”

“Huh indeed,” you droned, pure sarcasm. “Wonder where those came from.” Din’s helmet rumbled with a low chuckle and you smiled. “That’s a lot of jerky. I don’t think Verd’ika can eat it all.”

“It’s for me,” Din said immediately.

You dropped your head incredulously. “Really? Three packages just for you?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re not gonna give any to her?”

He shrugged. “Well, maybe if she’s good. But it's not for her.”

You made sure he could see every ounce of disbelief on your face before turning and leading the way back home.

He never did admit it. Just as you never admitted to waking up that night and hearing him in the cockpit, voice scarcely above a whisper through the faint sounds of a crinkling bag,

“Verd’ika. Look what I got you.”

~

Week five of life with a puppy came, and there was hair on your bed. Short, white, unmistakably canine, and only on Din’s side. You stared at it, smirk growing at the same time your eyes narrowed. You called for Din and he poked his head into your quarters.

“What’s this?” You asked sweetly, gesturing to the fur scattered on the sheets.

He peered at it suspiciously. “What’s what?”

“This dog hair. Did you have Verd’ika on our bed?”

“No,” he said quickly. A little too quickly.

You placed your hands on your hips. You didn’t mind if she slept in the bed with you, not at all. But the fact that he was being sneaky about it and clearly trying to hide it, made teasing him simply irresistible. “Really? Then how did it get here? Only on your side?”

He shrugged. “She must have snuck up there at some point.”

“Ah. Well then,” you took a step toward the door, “I suppose I should get on to her.”

“No!” He stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder. You gave him a look of utter bafflement and he retracted, cheeks flushing pink. “I mean...it’s too late now. You have to catch them in the act. She won’t understand.”

“Ah...I see...” you nodded as though the thought was very wise. “In that case I’ll just keep a better eye on her then.”

He returned your nod, just as serious but no more convincing. “Good. Me too.”

You didn’t.

The hair returned most mornings. No matter how many times you settled Verd’ika next to Grogu in his bed, there was almost always a fresh batch of fur waiting for you. It was always less than that first time, and you recognized the signs of an unsuccessful attempt at brushing it away. The stubborn stragglers were his downfall.

Rather than confront him again, you decided to let it slide. He wasn’t going to come clean any time soon.

~

After several months of living with a Verd’ika and a Din who insisted his tolerance of her was minimal, he dropped a shocking statement over dinner one night.

“I was thinking I might start some extra training with Verd’ika.”

You froze. Eyebrows raised, fork halfway in your mouth. You lowered it slowly to answer him. “What kind of training?”

Grogu had also perked up at the mention of his pet’s name, long ears pointed in Din’s direction. Below the table, a shuffle of paws told you Verd’ika had heard it too.

Din swallowed a mouthful of soup, then spoke nonchalant as ever, “Thought she may have the potential to be a good guard dog. For when I’m gone. It’d be nice to know there’s someone looking after you two.”

Your grin was determined, but you smothered it down, cheeks aching and pulling. It had taken barely any time for Din to go from “one accident and she’s gone” to, “I would like to leave those I love most in the care of this creature.” The thought was nearly too much for your heart to bear.

“It’s a good idea love, but do you think she’ll be big enough?”

He nodded. “Anooba’s get big. And I don’t buy what that vendor said for a second. He probably just heard me complain that we wouldn’t have room.” As he spoke, he tore off a piece of his bread and slowly lowered it beneath the table. You heard the smacking of lips below, followed by the reappearance of his empty hand.

Grogu, ever the imitator, did the same. A set of four eager paws skittered over your feet on their way to the little green hand holding out bread under the table.

“Keep that up and she’s going to be too fat to guard anything,” you laughed, even as you tore off a piece of your own bread for her.

Din scowled in offense. “Of course not. She’ll just build muscle.” He tilted his head to look under the table. “Isn’t that right Verd’ika?”

A muffled, bread-filled bark answered him in confirmation.

~

When you were little, you had been certain that a litter of loth cats someone had dropped off outside your home were the most adorable thing you had ever, and would ever, see. Six little bundles of multicolored fur, mewling and crying until you had warmed and fed each one. They held the top spot on your cute rank for years.

Then you met Din. Six foot with his helmet on, covered in armor, who hunted down criminals for a living. He immediately over took the loth kittens in terms of adorable. Next you met your son, and the two had been neck and neck ever since.

But this. This took the cake. Nothing in the universe would ever be cuter. You’d stake your life on it.

Din was on his knees, in the middle of a field on some grass planet you couldn’t remember the name of. His arm was wrapped up in one of his shirts, encouraging a confused Verd’ika to bite him while Grogu stood to the side, treats at the ready. Late afternoon breeze whipped through the fur of all three, white, brown, and sparse.

“Come on sweetheart, just like last time,” Din cooed. “Edeemir!” Bite.

Verd’ika dropped down on her front paws and tossed her butt in the air, tail whipping. Din sighed and shook his head with a smile.

“Your name is little warrior. Act like it.”

He started at her, arm jerking forward in a mock attack. Verd’ika barked in delight and lunged, chomping down on his padded forearm with all the force her little jaws held.

“Good girl!” Din praised loudly. On cue, Grogu stepped forward with a treat. “That’s a clever girl, good job sweetheart!” He petted her back and scratched behind her ears as Grogu babbled his own sounds of praise, stumbling forward to pet his puppy.

You shook your head with a laugh. At this rate, your only worry was that Verd’ika would begin biting people randomly in anticipation of her treat and praise parade.

“Are you sure that’s the best method dear?” You asked.

Din looked up at you with a bright smile, still petting Verd’ika. “Of course.”

“I’m just worried she’s going to start biting and thinking she’ll be rewarded for it.”

He shook his head. “No no, she’s learning to bite on command. She’ll only be rewarded if she does it when told.”

You grimaced uncertainly. “Alright, if you say so…”

They practiced and played until the sun fell low in the sky. With the short attention span of both younglings, it didn’t take long for anything resembling training to fade into games of fetch and chase.

Eventually you found yourself darting through thick grass, Verd’ika at your side. Behind you, Grogu held onto Din’s back as they gave chase, strong arms reaching out as they ran. You laughed and screamed as his fingertips brushed you, pushing harder with a dodge to the left. Verd’ika contributed by running as close to your feet as possible, jumping up to snap your clothes at every opportunity.

Inevitably, he caught you. Your run came to an abrupt halt in his vice like grip, a strong chest at your back as you screamed in the happiest way. Din pulled all three of you onto the grass in a heap of limbs and laughter. Grogu crawled up to Din’s chest, holding his arms out for Verd’ika as she launched into the fray. Din huffed and groaned dramatically as her heavy paws pounded onto his chest.

As your laughter faded into uneven breaths, one of your hands reached up to pet Verd’ika, the other sneaking into Din’s hair. He rolled his head to the side and looked at you, face framed by deep green blades, smile the brightest you’d ever seen it, dimpled cheeks flushed with exertion. Above you, your son clung to his puppy, smiling at his parents.

The sunset warming your body was ice compared to the warmth sprouting from your heart.

~

You stayed awake a little longer that night, hoping to finally catch visual proof of what you already knew was happening once you drifted off to sleep. After kissing Din goodnight, you turned with your back to him, waiting a few minutes before intentionally letting your breaths deepen and slow.

You expected him to get up, and return with her. Instead you were surprised when, after several long minutes of anticipation, you heard a faint scratch at the door, followed by it sliding open. There were foot taps on metal, then a dip in the mattress. Din murmured a greeting and you covered your mouth with your hand to contain a laugh.

She was trained alright. Like clockwork.

Slowly, hoping to catch him unawares, you turned. In the darkness you could make out Din’s back, a pair of snow white ears perking behind his shoulder.

You reached over carefully until your hand brushed his spine. Din inhaled sharply and stiffened. Caught. With a smile, you closed the distance between you, bringing your chest against him as your hand slipped around his ribcage to pet Verd’ika’s soft head.

“Softie,” you whispered in his ear. You kissed his cheek and felt him smile.

“Me?” He mumbled in a sleep-tainted voice, “Never.”

You grinned and kissed him again just as the door slid open for a second time. You looked up to see Grogu in the threshold, no doubt in search of his missing puppy. With a wave, you beckoned him over.

Din leaned across Verd’ika to lift Grogu on the bed, then rolled to face you, bringing both babies with him. Sheets shuffled as you scooted back to give them room, Grogu settling next to Din as he held onto Verd’ika, her soft back curling against your stomach. Four sets of slow breath filled the air, quiet and content.

Din’s eyes met yours across the pillows, warmth and love etched across the face you adored, his hand traveling back and forth between his son and his dog before finally settling on his riduur.

You both reached across the narrow space that separated you, holding onto each other, your universe safe and sleeping in the warmth of your embrace.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

"Is this what sadness does to people?" Good omens season 2, please

Ough this is perfect,,,haven't written for this series in 3-4 years so it's good to be back

Time for some emotional damage(tm)

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 (of course)

........

The bookshop never felt emptier.

With Aziraphale having gone away to Heaven, possibly for good, it was just you and Muriel left to pick up the pieces and run the place in his stead.

You always offered to watch over it for him if he was ever out of town, not caring about whether he pays you or not. You're just happy to help a friend out.

In recent days, however, you noticed the number in your bank account has "mysteriously" gone up a couple hundred dollars, and after doing the math you realized it equated to the hours and days you worked at the shop.

You would have been eternally grateful, but it saddens you more.

Knowing he was watching over you and helping you pay the bills, yet never physically visiting you, left you feeling guilty whenever you spent that money.

Selling the books wasn't an option, as you knew that's not what he would've wanted. And you'd tell Muriel not to even think about doing that, instead letting them indulge in them and allow them to read things about humanity that piqued their interest.

You knew they were an angel sent to spy on things, but it never bugged you; their spirits remained optimistic, mainly because they're ecstatic to work alongside a "human person" such as yourself. They were a delight to hang out with as you showed them your human customs and the like.

Sometimes they'd have to report back to Heaven, though it's only for a short time, and they'd return to Earth to let you know how Aziraphale's doing.

"Oh, he's grand! The Metatron is highly pleased with his work! Big changes are coming from the upstairs, I can tell you that much!"

The one thing they could never say, however, is when he'll revisit Earth, claiming they couldn't personally ask him...and they'd rather not upset any higher-ranking angels with such a dubious question.

You understood, and left them be.

Still, you'd look across the street and hope that heavenly elevator would one day reappear..and you'd see Aziraphale step out, cutting his ties to Heaven for good, and making things right.

It could happen at any time.

A few weeks, a few months, a few years....or maybe a few hundred years after you're long gone will he finally change his mind.

Neither Heaven nor Hell (or anywhere in-between) will be able to stop you from coming back and giving that oblivious angel an earful should you learn of his return.

For now, however, you wanted to focus on the present.

And that meant not just running the bookshop...but also helping Crowley process all of this.

Nobody was more heartbroken than the demon who's been by Aziraphale's side for over 6,000 years and helped him stop Armageddon, only for their relationship to crumble in just one day.

All because he was pushed to communicate his true and honest feelings.

You had no idea it even happened until he showed up on your doorstep at midnight in a drunken stupor, saying he was "gone".

Your immediate thought was death or "discorporation", but then he managed to tell you that the angel went back to Heaven and it was "over" between them. He stayed the night, crying and blubbering nonsense when he thought you couldn't hear him, and left the next morning before you could tell him he can live with you.

Since then, he stopped by the shop less and less often, always wearing his shades despite being once comfortable enough to leave them off around you.

It hurts to see him close up all his emotions, not wanting to burden you with his "miserableness".

All he does now is go on long drives with his plants and shout at them for the simple crime of existing, jam to Queen and Hoizer songs to drown out the noise in his head, and drink until he can't walk straight.

Suddenly poison became his new preference over red wine.

When he does visit the shop, he just mopes around and rambles about something he and Aziraphale did a few centuries ago, clearly in a state of reminiscence.

He never did, however, explain what he did in a final plea to make him stay..

You'll soon come to learn that tonight as you were getting ready to close up shop, sweeping around while Muriel organized some papers on what used to be the angel's desk.

The bell above the door jingled, and you turned off the music, looking to see Crowley enter. For once, he didn't look immensely drunk, which was a good thing...but still, he had a persistent forlorn expression.

The same kind you'd see after somebody breaks up with the love of their life.

"Evening, Crowley." You smiled sympathetically, putting down your hot chocolate. "We were just locking up shop for the night."

"I can see that....is he..?"

"No." Sighing, you shook your head, before looking to Muriel. "Can you excuse us, Muriel?"

They blinked, staring at you and tilting their head. "Should I go upstairs?"

"Yes, if you could..thank you."

"Righty-o!" With a pep in their step, they closed up the book in their hands and headed up the steps, promising not to eavesdrop on whatever conversation you're going to have with the demon.

They honestly never minded his presence, even though they really should be reporting on his behaviors.

Either way, they respected your space.

Once they were gone, you glanced back at Crowley to see him flop into one of the chairs, ready to down the entire wine bottle that somehow manifested in his hands.

"I think that's enough for you, mister."

You walked over and took it from his grasp, watching him whine and mope that he can "handle" his liquor, to which you called bullshit..considering he very much can't. He hasn't since Aziraphale left.

"I see ya found your...replacement..?" His words were slurred, being hard to understand with his thick Scottish accent.

"Crowley, you're looking at this all wrong. Muriel's not his replacement-"

"Bullockssss...they're...so jolly and angel-like...like his stupid face was."

"That's because they're both angels. Look, can you just..sober up already?" You huffed, growing irritated. It's like you were trying to parent some 6,000 year old teenager. "I know you can do that instantly."

"...you do?" He gawked behind his shades. "Since when didja know that much about me? Who told you, silly human?"

"...you did. We celebrated New Year's Eve together. Several of them, actually."

"Ah....you got me there. But I promise 'm fine." He sat up, gazing at you intensely. "This is the only way I can tell ya what..um...really happened that day, and if I don't tell ya now I'm...I-I'm never gonna tell ya...because this "communicating" thing's getting to be real hard lately and-"

"I get it. I understand, Crowley." You pulled up a chair, sitting across from him with a slight frown. "Can you..just look me in the eyes so I know you're taking this seriously?"

"...'m as serious as I ever was, [y/n]-"

"Crowley."

"Fine. Is THIS serious enough for you?" With bitterness to his words, he ripped off his glasses to scowl at you. His golden eyes were already filled to the brim with tears, looking more animalistic, while simultaneously having lost their spark.

You tried not to flinch, having not seen them in such a long time that...you nearly forgot what they looked like at all.

When you didn't react the way he expected, he sighed and slumped back in the chair, keeping the glasses in his lap.

Eventually, he confessed to kissing Aziraphale in a last-ditch effort to make him stay and understand that he wanted to be with him and only him.

He wanted them both to go off to the stars together, like Gabriel and Beelzebub got to do after the archangel got his memories back.

It was so easy for them, yet apparently impossible for the two who have been collaborating for thousands of years...as Aziraphale simply couldn't detach himself from Heaven and thought that he could "fix" Crowley if he went with him.

It just didn't seem fair.

At one point, he nearly started smoking again, seething over three certain words that were spoken to him after that kiss...only to calm down as your hand came to rest on his knee, and you guided him through one of the human breathing exercises he once used.

This time, he got to ten without causing a lightning storm in the bookshop, thank goodness.

Only afterwards did he manage to tell you those words.

"He said..."I forgive you"."

"For..what?" Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"Exactly my point!" He threw his hands up in the air. "Forgive me for what? That? Or for being an idiot who held onto the tiniest bit of hope that we could'a worked something out?"

"....you know, I never understood these...mushy feelings you humans get." He brushed away a stray tear that rolled down his cheek, only for another one to fall down the opposite side. But he gave up and just sniffled, hands clasped together. "Is this what sadness does to people?"

"...I wish I knew what he meant, Crowley."

There was a pause.

"Unfortunately, yes." You nodded, leaning over to take his hands into yours. "It sucks, and you wish it can all just go away with some drinks and Queen music..but as long as that hole stays in your heart, nothing will ever fill it."

"Then how do you cope? 'cuz those things haven't been doing a lotta good for me lately.."

For a moment you were quiet, wondering what you could possibly do to help him feel better in this moment. You couldn't just drag Aziraphale out of Heaven and demand him to do the "apology dance".

But you eventually did think of one thing that assures him that he's not alone and didn't have to carry this burden.

"Well, some of us humans appreciate hugs during times of sadness. Would you care for one?"

As you took your hands away, Crowley looked up to see your holding your arms out to him. His gaze was intense as he debated on whether or not to take this offer of yours.

Demons didn't give or receive hugs.

They didn't deserve them.

But he already came to the conclusion that he wasn't like most of his kind.

Why did he care?

"Listen..I know this won't make everything better. It won't bring him back, but-"

But you stopped as his head came to rest on your shoulder, although you wrapped your arms around him right away, ignoring the stench of sulfur in his clothes and wine in his breath. You knew he needed this comfort badly.

It didn't take long for him to break, his voice hitching with quiet sobs as he hugged you back, unshed tears finally flowing as he grieved for what could have been.

All you could do was let him lean on you, feeling your shirt growing damp.

"H-He was everythin' to me, [y/n]..."

"I know.."

"We...W-We could have been us. Together for eternity."

"I know. Maybe he'll come back some day."

"...i-it's gonna take more than a miracle for that to happen.."

[dannymultipersonaje]

Au all the decepticons believe that Orion was kidnapped by the government and turned into Optimus Prime

"Megatronus? Where we are?". I was so excited, I was ecstatic and vibrant, PRIMUS WAS GOING TO FAIN!, and cry from relief, from pain, from happiness, I was going to… so many things, so many emotions, but above all adoration and happiness, he is here, he is here , Orion was back. His spark went around, everything, everything, EVERYTHING was INSIGNIFICANT. Maybe that's why I can't be less than honest and his consciousness module activated. :: Orion Pax is alive, the return of the nemesis :: he commanded Soundwave, as the trip to the ship ended, his not-so-little friend seemed about to fall, disoriented and his field was total anguish. So Megatron said nothing as he turned around looking at the entire display room, his archivist was sometimes a cliché of his kind, delighted to examine, analyze and categorize everything, to be treasured of course, as much as he wanted to give it the everyone's first hug. But as fast as a wish Ravenge would come, slowing down only when he saw the obvious structure of Prime, he could even hear her growl, which did not stop the twin cassettes from jumping on the first red-blue thing they saw, Rumble was the first to realize that something wasn't right. "Optimus Prime?!". Even the scream that will alert an agitated Soundwave was also not the best look when he decided to hug the Prime husk without even asking him. Megatron pulled Orion away from Soundwave and his brood… well, he tried, Orion's field was so expressive that doubts about who he was fell away with Soundwave close enough to feel that entire field hit his center, of course he squeezed. the hug, and in the most adult way possible he slapped Megatron away, swears that when ravage overcame his main suspicion and jumped on Orion's shoulders, without knowing how to control his weight and with the 4 mechas on top of him he fell to the ground. floor. Using Megatron who was still behind him as a buffer. "Stop monopolizing Ori- AHG!" Megatron almost managed to order before receiving a bite.

A visor arranged in its place, and a pack of cassettes, namely ravage, Frenzy and Rumble, were all in the command place with Orion sitting on Megatron's throne, watching how the mechas fought because to do with him, he was so lost, It was confusing how everything was happening, Megatronus had more wounds on his face, his hands were much sharper than I had seen in cycles, Sounwave was… too thin! Even with the few rations that the Gladiator Circle gave he had never been. Seen like this, I wouldn't call him emaciated but it was worrying. Prrr lowered his head, the twins and ravage seemed the same, he scratched behind the beast changer's right ear, when he heard the change the little black mech with golden eyes that he knew gave him some, he was still distraught, what had he missed? ? Were they like this because he decided not to go to the meeting with the Council? And if it was, is it because they are like this? What happened to Megatron? What happened to Soundwave? Has Shockwave also lost weight? Were the High Sire's fears of him realized? What happened? Prrr. Orion looked down, now despite his much quieter and almost non-existent engine he had Rumble and Frenzy in his legs next to ravage's weight, hugging him by his waist much smaller than it should be, he felt like nothing was right. …but he tried to keep his field gentle and kind, as one of the other Soundwave boys approached, he could feel Laserbeak's gaze from somewhere nearby. He didn't know why, but he felt a strange tug on his spark.

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Sorry, I'm using Google Translate, I don't know how to write English and I can barely read it, so sorry if it's not understood :(

[amvro]

pairing: amuro tooru x gn!reader

summary: HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMURO !

cw: none :) (please lmk if i should add any!)

He could not remember when, but at some point he stopped celebrating his birthdays. Well, somewhere in him he knew it was most likely the first year he was alone.

But it really didn't matter to him, just as long as he knew how old he was. There was truly nothing exciting about getting a cake and lighting and candle for him to eat alone, and he didn't see the point in getting himself a gift so it was just like any other day.

Now, this year was a little different. The two of you had been dating for three months now and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wonder if something would happen for his birthday this year. However, he did not mention his birthday in any way, let alone tell you when it was so there was no way you would know. And he didn’t plan to tell you either because he really didn’t think his birthday was a day necessary of celebration. It was just a little thought in his head.

His birthday had finally rolled around, but it was truly just like any other day. He got up bright and early to exercise and he was working until horribly late, just like always. It was only until late in the night that he was finally able to check his phone and you were asking if he was still at work and telling him to take care. This was practically your routine at this point. If he didn’t say anything by 9 pm you’d text him a few messages, except these days were unfortunately far more common than not. Yet, this was all he needed to feel a little better after a long day at work.

“Furuya-san, did something nice happen?” Kazami asked.

“Hmm, why?” he questioned.

“Well, you looked so delighted,” Kazami replied. 

“Oh...” Amuro said, smiling. It was nothing but sweet to him that he’d let something show on his face, and that it’d be happiness out of all things. “I got the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten in my life.”

“Oh, what did you get? Hold on it’s your birthday today Furuya-san? Happy birthday! I hope--” Kazami started to go on.

“Hmm... it’s a secret,” Amuro responded. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He was finally driving home after he sent you a message that he was done work and that he’d be alright. The whole way home he could tell he was ecstatic and he was horribly embarrassed, he felt like a little boy for getting so excited. 

He was finally getting over his little burst of excitement when he reached his place and turned the lights on but his eyes shot open.

“Happy birthday Rei!” you said, cake on the table and a few balloons here and there. He wanted to cry.

”How... did you know?”

“Of course I know my boyfriend’s birthday!” you said, acting a little offended almost, but then you laughed. “It was a lot harder to find out than I expected.”

“I didn’t think someone still knew my birthday,” he said, still shocked.

“Sometimes I really think you don’t get just how much I love you,” you said, grinning. “Because I would rather die than miss your birthday.”

Everything was finally sinking in and he walked over to you without a word and kissed you. It was long and sweet, but he went in for another one right after, and yet another one after that, before he finally pulled away.

You were ever so slightly out of breath, looking so caught off guard, and he started to laugh.

“Hey!” you said, pouting slightly.

“No, I’m sorry it’s not that. I would never laugh at you,” he said. “It’s just that there’s no way I don’t love you more.”

[atlas-of-galaxies]

can you pretty please with a cherry on top talk more about the polysho drawing you did where Rui "kidnaps" Emu please it's been living in my brain and I really want to know more about it

ohh you shouldn't have <3

basically, it's your generic fantasy au with princesses and magic and knights, loosely based off the Valentine's + White Day sets from 2022 and 2023. Emu is a princess sick of stuffy castle life. while she loves to spend time with Tsukasa and the rest of her knights, they never let her do anything fun (read: dangerous).

one day when she sneaks out, however, she meets a sorcerer named Rui. he's rather startled to see the princess all the way in the outskirts of town, but when she reacts with absolute delight to the same magical powers that inspired fear in the rest of the townsfolk, he quickly finds himself growing fond of her. the two begin regularly meeting in secret, where Emu would tell Rui about her day and Rui would excite her with new spells.

the stress of castle life seems to be getting to Emu, though. seeing this, Rui proposes a break from it all - in the form of a staged "kidnapping". Emu ecstatically agrees.

of course, no one in the castle is informed of this, leading to Tsukasa pursuing the sorcerer when he steals the princess away. with no idea where to start looking for them, however, he goes to the townsfolk, knocking on doors and asking for knowledge about the sorcerer's whereabouts.

there, he meets a rather shy songstress named Nene, who, strangely enough, has an idea about where to find him. she doesn't offer forth how she knows, obviously, since this annoying knight doesn't need to know that she and Rui grew up as next door neighbors, and that he only moved when his latent magic powers became too sporadic and dangerous to live near others.

the knight also doesn't need to know that she really just wants to see her friend again, honestly.

taking Nene along with as a guide, Tsukasa passes their time during their rescue mission with thinking up all the horrible experiments the princess might be subject to. (Nene knows Rui would never hurt her, but such certainty might draw suspicion, so she keeps her mouth shut.)

when they finally arrive, they come across the horrifying scene of ... Emu and Rui having a tea party? certain that this was some bizarre mind control trick, Tsukasa retrieves the princess and finally brings her back to the castle, though Nene stays behind with the sorcerer.

Emu, upon her return to the castle, is utterly miserable. she hadn't meant to worry everyone, but she'd been having so much fun with Rui ... it takes some convincing (read: begging), but Tsukasa finally gives in and takes pity on her. he agrees to let her see the sorcerer again, but only under the circumstance he could come with to make sure there was no funny business.

meanwhile, Nene and Rui had been catching up. kidnapping the princess was pretty insane for a cry for attention, but ... Rui actually seemed ... happy. at least he was, until Emu was taken back to the castle and he was led to believe he'd never see her again.

luckily for both of them, Emu and Tsukasa soon arrive, and with a surprising proposition for both of them: official positions in the castle as its resident sorcerer and songstress. neither Nene nor Rui think those are positions castles normally offer, but for some reason, they trust them.

besides, the castle could be good for them - Nene would build her confidence with a regular audience, and Rui would get endorsement and supplies for his craft.

plus, they'd get to kiss see with the princess and her easy-to-tease knight. it's a no-brainer.

[juliette-cai-enthusiast]

Ok Here's my Big Long Rant About Chloe Gong's Books

So I discovered These Violent Delights towards the end of 2021, just before Our Violent Ends came out. My ex-girlfriend recommended it (funny enough she also got me into Taylor Swift. She was super toxic and later cheated on me but she had pretty good taste all around) and I had heard of it before so I decided to give it a shot. I settled into bed that night, planning to read a chapter or two, and three hours later, I had finished the book and probably almost screeched at the cliffhanger, and then began the agonizing wait (it probably wasn't more than a month, but still) for OVE.

The entire time, I could not stop thinking about how much I loved these characters. The relationships seemed authentic and fleshed-out and every character was so unique, and it was just so well-written. I especially remember being completely obsessed with Juliette (hence the username) and loving Benedikt and Marshall, although I was so so worried it was going to be queerbait.

When OVE came out, I got it out of the library and once again read it one night. This time, I was in tears by the end. To this day, only 2 books have made me cry (the other being They Both Die at the End) and OVE is the only one that has made me cry every time. They became my new obsession almost instantaneously, and when Foul Lady Fortune was announced, I was completely ecstatic.

When FLF was released, I went to the book tour and actually got to meet Chloe Gong. I was fangirling out of my entire mind and was probably super embarassing, but she was super funny and down-to-earth. I cried (again) in the parking lot as soon as I stepped outside. A few months later, she announced Last Violent Call, and when I found out that Roma and Juliette were alive, I actually fell on the floor. I went to the Immortal Longings book tour, although I sadly couldn't go to the FHH one, and I'm currently scheming up ways to get tickets for Vilest Things (Miss Chloe, please come to Philly again, I don't know if I can drag my mom to New York twice).

There are so many reasons why this series is so unebelievably important to me. First of all, the queer representation is honestly unlike anything I've ever seen. The queer characters are fully fleshed out and have personalities and arcs outside of their queer identities, but their queerness is also not a footnote or shoved in for "diversity points." When Benmars became canon and got their "Because I love you!" moment I was in complete shock--I honestly hadn't allowed myself to hope for it to happen. As the queer representation carried over into FLF, I just grew more and more overjoyed with this series. These books also came to me right when I needed them. LVC particularly came out during a very difficult and stressful time in my life, where my mental health was very bad. I remember thinking to myself all week, "Just hold on until LVC comes out," and it really helped me push through that period of time.

Chloe Gong was also pretty much a realization of my dreams. I knew I wanted to be an author for a while, but I really had no idea how to get there. I always thought, "Go to college for something you don't entirely hate, get a real job for about 10 years, then you can start publishing books." Seeing someone only a few years older than me with the same dreams as mine succeed in bringing them to life has been almost a lifeline over the years. I'm no longer as scared of what my future holds, or whether or not I'll be happy with my life. I honestly read her blog posts about her publishing journey probably once a month, just to keep myself motivated, because if she can do it, so will I.

So thank you so much @chloegong for this amazing world you have created. These books really mean the world to me and have brought so many amazing people into my life, and I can't imagine who I would be without them. This is way too long and way too personal, but I just reread FHH and was deep in the SS feels, so I had to get it all out there.

[helpfandom]

Yandere Mitch Williams x Platonic Reader. hcs

I hate him so much omg ihatehimihatehimihatehim /j

You weren't a kid, you were just a year or two younger than him, 'cared more about the job then anything he could see from the surface. He sees you as more of a platonic Friend, then a platonic child.

You didn't respond to his taunts, used to dealing with people like him, but he could see the way that your eyes sparkled with delight when you managed to beat his score for the first time, the drive in your heart to be the best.

God, it made his heart so happy to see you so proud of yourself. It was at that moment that he realized he liked seeing that. He liked seeing you be happy. So he walked up to you and offered to let you know about the best spots in town, saying: "Well, you beat my score. You're worthy enough to be taught by The Mitch Williams."

If you were to reject his offer, he would be broken-hearted, it's the Mitch Williams! What's not to like??

He would be so ecstatic [Not like you would ever know though] if you accepted his offer.

Either way, he grows closer to you, drawing you into his heart, even bringing you around when he goes to that place. {His House, if you don't know what I'm talking about.}

If his family likes you? I mean like, in universe, Good for you! You got the fantastic four Mitch's family to like you! Out of universe, you're screwed. If his family likes you, they're way more likely to ignore your cries and pleas of help when he does snap.

Regardless, he's manipulative, and secretly gives you XP to help boost your score to beat him, if only to see that smile on your face. Five or Miko would confront him if they ever found out, but nevertheless, he wouldn't care.

Five and Miko would confront you if they ever found out, [which would be quite easy seeing as you're the only person to beat his score and still maintain a positive relationship with him.] leading you to investigate, and see that he's been secretly giving you XP.

How interesting.

Anyway, after you begin investigating [whether it be because of Five and Miko telling you about Mitch or simply because of your detective skills.] he tries to manipulate you, gaslighting you into accepting everything he's been doing. And then he kidnaps you.

Quick as that.

He had a plan, yes he did, but that plan was shredded the moment you confronted him. In his mind, his plan would go that he and only he got to see you smile, or be near you. Of course, that would never work, so he takes you back to his house after manipulating you into going into the car and knocking you out. He gives the excuse to his siblings that this is simply because he wanted you to hang out with them, but you were having a bad day and cried and fell asleep. [all things that happened, seeing as you would cry being betrayed by someone you thought could be a friend, but he is delulu and thinks that this is all that happened, and why wouldn't his siblings believe him?] And all he's going to do is just let you rest on his bed, letting you sleep after a hard day at work.

And they of course, are okay with it, since you've been over there before. Too bad you took their hearts away too.

Because now you'll never get out.

[bish-plz-haha]

SPOILERS AHEAD

I have many thoughts about GO(2) and I need to sort them all out (in no particular order) and I'm reading through tumblr and everything else and I got so many thoughts and theories I've seen that I absolutely love and I want to list them all (if I can find corresponding posts, I will link them—Sorry in advance for the amount of links in this post: read at your own will). So, without further ado:

There's a lot of theories out there about who Angel Crowley™️ might be but I think my money is on Lucifer. Perhaps Samael, maybe Raphael, but my heart says Lucifer. In a way, though, I kinda hope that we dont get his God Given name because, as a nonbinary/trans leaning person, it makes me happy that he chose a name for himself instead of living with his given name.

"Class-A surreptitious miracle." In which, its actually not surreptitious because, as much as they tried to make it the most fractional, insubstantial miracle, it was powerful enough to bring back the dead 25x over, and I think it definitely scared The Metatron (dick) enough to want to see to it personlly that they were separated- "a miracle only the mightiest of Archangels could have performed" Shax said (which also adds to the Lucifer theory to me tbh).

Crowley knows how evil heaven actually is. But he doesn't give Aziraphale this information. I think in fear of hurting his angel. But this lack of information is what also helped Zira make his decision to go back to heaven. Which also leads me into saying that for his overall character arc through s1 & s2, this ending makes a lot of sense for Zira. Especially because he doesnt have all the information that Crowley has. If Crowley had told him what he knows, I think it might've been a different outcome.

Beelzebub is like, "hey, if you can find my husband (which no one knows until that ending [I've been crying for years]), I'll give you anything you want; you can be a prince run Hell" and Crowley is like, "no thanks, I got my husband, his bookshop and my car and plants. I'm happy thanks." (Which is kinda a lie).

Also, the way everyone refers to Beez so easily as They. I am so delighted that a large piece of media makes they/them pronouns a normal thing and not something that's like, overly questioned/talked about. Its just... normal.

SAME WITH THE GAYS!

Also, the ability to put almost any character in GO on the aro/ace spec and it's probably canon (I personally believe Crowley and Aziraphale are romantic beings with/for each other, but they're both Ace.)

I absolutely am ecstatic that love is love and no one questions that Zira did a "miracle" to make two women fall in love; especially in a series based upon Christianity. I didnt grow up with a religion really, but I love it. I have family that say their Christian's and dont like me so much anymore as I'm gender nonconforming. (Whoops! Not sorry.)

Michael Sheen is king of subtly and micro-expressions and I have seen a post that is talking about it and I would love for it to be true: if you watch, just after Crowley pulls away from the kiss, something changes in Aziraphale's expression, just for a split second, and I would love for it to be them switching places (again) and for Crowley to be going to Heaven and raising a little hell. (Though I know its PROBABLY not true, this theory has so much on it.)

I love how good omens 2 shows us the destruction miscommunication can cause. I think this is why in this day and age, so many people are divorcing. And this show shows it beautifully. Crowley and Aziraphale both say things the other takes in the completely wrong way. But also. I'm gonna cry for years about this divorce (its sadder than when my parents split)

Ty Tennant really showed up to set, said "watch this", basically eyefucked Aziraphale/Michael Sheen, and showed his father how to be a proper gay. And I love it.

Not to mention that Ty Tennant's Grandfather played his father, Job, while his father plays a "gay" demon "trying" to kill him.

"Our car" and "our bookshop".

I love how Nina and Maggie represent Crowley and Aziraphale. But it's not the way you think: it's so misleading. Nina at first glance is Crowley and Maggie is Aziraphale. But that is not true. Its actually the other way around. And here is a post explaining it more.

I'm loving that s1 we see Crowley as a nanny. And s2 brings us Crowley the shoemaker AND a midwife. Its... hilarious??

I love how Good Omens inserts the book, Good Omens, into series 2. Like, break the fourth wall why dont you?

Crowley hasn't fallen from grace as much as he wants people to believe. He lies, yes, but he does so much good. Barely does any "evil" on his own (that's all humans).

"I go along with hell/heaven as far as I can" is such a strong way to describe these two characters actions. Zira does what he thinks is morally right and Crowley just... does his thing. I think Aziraphale didnt want to though (as we see in the minisode of ep2) but after some thousand years, he became okay with it really. Or pretended to himself long enough to believe it himself. Crowley though doesnt give a fuck and doesn't really care if he really followed along in "Hell's plans".

That kiss is so devastating and full of desperation and everything on the side of it. It's also loving. But in the completely wrong way because its Crowley's last-ditch attempt to get Aziraphale to stay—to be with him. To be an Us.

Crackship! Crackship! Crackship! CRACKSHIP!!!!!

ANGEL WITH A WHEELCHAIR!! ANGEL. WITH. A. WHEELCHAIR. ANGEL WITH A WHEELCHAIR. ANGEL WITH A WHEELCHAIR!!!!!!!!!!

[daringdaisy]

Ik this is hella random but this is an alternate ending to The Lady Or The Tiger I did for ELA in the beginning of the year. Super proud of it and thought I would share with y’all. Happy reading!

And so I leave it with all of you: Which came out of the opened door, the lady, or the tiger?

The youth walked to the door, firmly grabbed the handle, and opened the door without hesitation. His hands were wetter than a rainy night, his breath hitched, and his heart was racing a billion miles per hour, anxious of what his fate may be. In the end, it did not matter whether the princess sent him to his demise or not, as a life without her is one he doesn't desire or care for. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing himself for what was to happen to him, either trampled or hugged by his fate. The arena was dead silent, not even the birds’ chirps could be heard from a mile away. The man had questioned if he died since it was too quiet for anyone’s taste. Was this heaven? Was he to be judged before God himself? Did he even make it to heaven, was he actually in hell? After what felt like an eternity, the man's train of questions halted as he felt two arms wrap around him tightly and lovingly. Instead of reciprocating the hug, he froze wanting to push the lady away.

The arena was lifted of its silent curse and roared ecstatically with excitement, the princess' screams of despair lost in the arena's thundering shouts of delight. The door beneath the king slammed open, and the priest emerged with the dancers and choristers advancing towards the pair. Before he had a chance to process the chaotic scene unfolding before him, the man was entirely focused on his lover, even if they were far apart, he still felt the princess' heart break into a million pieces. His whole body shook with resentment towards the cruel king, for how could he be so heartless as to break apart two lovers, especially his own daughter who was his everything? How could he just sit there with that sickening grin, proud of this so-called justice he administered? He wanted to wipe that smug smirk off the king’s face and that despicable glee in his eyes.

For a second the man and king made eye contact, a conversation with nothing but their eyes. Look of victory and vaingloriousness, and one of malice and bitterness. All of a sudden, the young man felt a tug on his arm and looked toward the lady and then the priest. It took him a second to realize what was being asked of him, do you take this woman as your wife? All eyes were on him once again, he wanted to scream his frustration out and curse every single one of the spectators out for watching his suffering without any remorse or disgust, but rather with enthusiasm and delight.

Despite all of this, he bit his tongue but that didn’t stop the poison from slithering away from his mouth. With an ingenuine smile on his face, he said I do. The newlyweds and the brass bells were in sync as the flower children followed behind them, scattering flowers everywhere as the spectators shouted their gleeful hurrahs. The man had taken one last loving glance at the princess and smiled at her, a smile that radiated we’ll be ok, then he returned to a stoic face with acid-like tears burning into his skin.

Later that night in the princess’ chamber, the strong walls she had at the arena crumpled down completely as she threw herself into her bed and cried to her heart’s content. After that long-deserved crying session, the princess started plotting against her father, wait no, he’s no longer worthy of that title anymore. She wanted to make him feel the same pain that he made her endure, losing the object of your affection.

The clock in her room was ticking every second and she was beginning to lose consciousness as it started to get late. The ticking became louder and louder until it was unbearable for her to hear and then for the first time in a while, she lost her temper. She went into a frenzy from throwing the clock into the wall, sweeping everything off her vanity, and breaking anything she could get her hands on. The princess panted heavily starting at the aftermath of her destruction, once a perfect and flawless room to a broken and shoddy one. As she was about to weep violently again, a light bulb went off in her head.

The princess had quickly made a plan, she knew it was now or never. She sneaked through the back window of her chamber and ran as fast as she could to the town square. By the time she got there, she wasn’t a pretty sight to look at, but none of that mattered as she only needed her words, not her looks or position of power. The only thing important to her was seeing the titan’s face of agony as he lost his kingdom and his little girl, herself.

The princess rang the bell in the middle of the town square and rang it as fast and loud as she could. The residents of the kingdom came out one by one, sleepily and annoyed, wondering why they were summoned at this hour of the night. Once everyone gathered, she took a deep breath, cleared her mind of any distractions, and started to try and convince the people to rise together and dethrone the king. At first, the villagers were closed-minded, but as the princess spoke with more passion and conviction, the villagers began to see her point.

They realized that the king was the cause of their suffering. The arena may be entertaining to watch, but deep down each of them knows that they may be next to face the unfair trail of the king, a game of chance that could take everything they love. At the end of her speech, she had a look of hope and her eyes pleading with the townsmen and women to come together and discrown the king. The townspeople knew what had to be done. They prepared for battle and started making their way to the castle, the princess leading the march with her lover, every single step preparing her to be the new queen.

They stormed the castle and caught the guards by surprise, but that doesn't mean it was easy by any means. It was a night of bloodshed as the townspeople fought their way to the king. The king had locked himself in the throne room, the most protected room in the castle, unfortunately for him, that didn’t stop the angered villagers from breaking in and bringing him down to his knees. The king struggled to break free but he stopped his attempts when he saw his daughter coming towards him. He became worried that the townspeople were going to hurt her, but that worry soon turned into contempt. The princess grabbed the king’s crown and sat on his throne. Her head held high, her posture impeccable, and had a sickening proud smirk, an exact copy of her father. She may have looked like a mess but she acted and looked like a queen at that very moment. The ex-king would have been proud of her, but instead was filled with rage and agony as he saw his entire world crumble. His little girl was gone, traded in for a treacherous woman, all because of her lover. Speaking of her lover, he was standing next to the new queen with a look of victory and vaingloriousness as the ex-king stared at the pair with malice and bitterness. He taunted the queen, hoping to make her feel some type of remorse or guilt. The queen felt annoyed more than anything so with a flick of her hand, the villagers dragged the ex-king to the dungeons till a date of his trial was appointed, oh how the roles have changed. The irony is quite funny, isn't it?

Three days later, the queen was getting ready for the tyrant’s trial, the last trial before the arena was destroyed. There were too many people who were unfairly affected by that arena, even if she used to enjoy it, but that was before she realized the injustice of it, before she experienced the pain of it secondhand. The ex-king always told her to dress up the best she can no matter what. Even if this would be the hardest day for her, she would do just that. She began doing her makeup by meticulously choosing everything from the right shade of lipstick, eye shadow, eyeliner, and blush, slowly applying it on to not mess up. Once finished, she sprayed perfume on herself and took a moment to calm down her nerves. She didn’t know what dress to put on until she saw the picture of her and mother above her bed, and then it hit her. She went over to her bed and kneeled next to her bed. She put her hand under the bed, looking for something, and then she felt it. Her royal highness pulled the smokey-colored box out under the bed and gingerly lifted the top off, a beautiful royal purple dress with red gems hand stitched by her own mother. She couldn’t help but get a little teary eye, this was the last thing her mother gave her. She wished that her mother was here to support her but at least her lover was by her side. She slipped into the dress effortlessly and put some final touches to her look before admiring herself in the mirror.

The queen then heard a knock on the door and quickly poked her head out only to see who it was. It was her lover, he was dressed up in the finest royal purple suit they could find with his hair slicked back, she couldn’t help but stare at affectionately. He smiled nervously and asked if he could come in. Of course she let him in and they just kinda stood by each other for a few seconds. They both just admired each other's beauty, unsure if any words should be spoken. At last the man walked over to where the crown was, gently he picked up the crown, and careful not to mess up his lover’s hair, delicately placed the crown atop her head. The lovers gazed into each other's eyes as they slowly leaned in for a kiss. They shared a quick but passionate kiss. They couldn't help but smile at each other after the kiss. The queen clung onto her lover’s arm and promptly made their way to the arena. They arrived at the arena’s balcony and took their seats next to one another. It felt peculiar to them to sit in these seats as they never thought they would be here together, but here they were. When they arrived at the balcony of the arena, they took their seats next to one another, facing each other. The lover could tell the queen was nervous from her heavy breathing. Then he reached out to grab her hand, their fingers intertwining. He reassuringly squeezed it as he tried to calm her down. After breathing deeply, the queen smiled, and thanked her lover for supporting her. A moment before anything else could be said, the gates were opened, and the ex-king emerged from inside.

The once prestigious king, now a rugged man, was being walked to the arena, the same arena he made to punish criminals was being used against him now. Even if he didn’t want to, he bowed down before her royal highness and her lover before he was put in front of the two doors, one containing the vicious tiger and the other containing the fairest lady in the kingdom. The ex-king looked towards where he once sat but now was taken by the new queen and king. He looked at both of them one last time with malevolent eyes and then back to his two fates. He walked up towards the left door, looked towards his daughter admiring her beauty for one last time. She was wearing shiny, silvery jewelry with a velvety purple dress her mother made for her coronation, but that day came sooner than expected. Her long, silky hair let down with his once treasured crown on top. He couldn’t help but cry tears of joy as all the hatred he had previously washed away. Even if he was dethroned unrightfully, he knew the kingdom would be in good hands. Painfully, he looked away and stared back at the two doors, carefully making his decision. At last with some caution, the ex-king opened the left door. He tried to run away as soon as he saw what was behind the door, but the tiger was too fast for him. It pounced on him in the blink of an eye and its teeth sank into his neck.

The ex-king howled in pain but was overpowered by the chanting of long live the queen. He started thinking of his daughter’s bright future and smiled at the life she had ahead of her. This was his final thought as the tiger slowly drained the life away from him, his sight leaving him by the second, and his breathing becoming uneven. Sadly, the ex-king died too quickly to really feel the wrath of the tiger, but he was dead and that was that. The crowd roared with victory as the queen’s new reign officially began, this was just the beginning of something great.

[looseratinthegarage]

you said i could bother you so heres another request: jason, michael, bubba and thomas with a s/o who gives them headpats cuz recently ive wantdd to pat their heads theyre so CUTE GDI

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!!! Depression be like- anyway, I love head pats too T^T here's my take on your request <3

TW: violence, fluff, language

Jason

•At first he’d be wary of them. He would be self-conscious and not rly want you that close to his face, even if you couldn’t see it. But after time and building the relationship, he’ll come to love them, and he’ll show it.

•He loves them so much that he’ll seek them out throughout the day. He’ll walk up to you and lightly tap you on the shoulder. If you ignore him, let’s be real, he’d cry. But! If you're a good s/o and give him da love, he’ll be ecstatic! He makes a low rumbling noise when happy, almost like a pur.

You were sitting in his cabin, reading to pass the time. You heard his thunderous footsteps walk up the stairs, then the door creaks open, and you look up to see your large lover. He stands in the doorway rather menacingly, but it’s become a comforting sight for you.

You set the book down and got up to greet him. He placed his machete next to the door and took his shoes off. Once you reached him, he opened his arms for a big hug. You of course snuggle right up to him.

“Awww, you got blood on me, go wash up, you dirty boy.” You laugh and push yourself off his chest

He wasn’t upset by this, he understood you didn’t like being dirty, or bloody in this case. He lumbers over to your shared bathroom and strips down. You walk into the kitchen and grab a used rag to wipe some of it off before walking to your bedroom. You take your shirt off and throw it in the hamper. You reach into the shirt drawer and grab the first one you see, it happens to be one of Jasons. You slipped it over your head, it was far too big for you, but you liked it that way. You walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch.

You heard the water stop running, a few moments later the door opened, and out walked a steaming Jason. He dipped into your shared bedroom to put on a fresh pair of clothes. He then strolls out into the living room squeaky clean. He sits beside you on the couch and rests his head on your lap with a deep sigh. You begin to pet his head.

“Rough day, my love?” You leaned down and placed a kiss on the side of his face

He nodded and snuggled further into you, adoring the affection.

Michael

•At first? Fuck no. Pardon my French. It would be a miracle if you were able to get that close to him in the beginning.

•but after a while, once you’re able to actually be near him/touch him, he’ll start to like it, maybe too much… this man is very needy, at least RZ is. If RZ Michael needs affection you’ll know it. He’ll either pick you up and put you on your shared bed or walk up behind you and place his head atop of yours and wrap his arms around you.

•he’s a big snuggly boy, change my mind. He would love it if you gave him head pats and played with his hair. It reminds him of his mother, and how he felt safe around her.

Michael had just finished his latest mask and strolled upstairs to find you already in bed. He quietly walked around the bed and pulled back the covers. He slipped into bed, hoping not to wake you, but you stirred. You roll over and cuddle up close to him. You reach your hand up and begin petting his head soothingly.

He grunted in approval and pulled you to rest on his chest. You pepper feather light kisses to his face, and one last, long kiss to his lips. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and continue to play with his hair. You felt safe in his arms, and he loved being able to protect you. He placed a kiss on your head and let out a deep sigh. For the first time in a long time, he was happy.

Bubba

•Sign. Him. Up. This boy LOVES affection! The first time you pat his head- by the gods he is over the moon. He’ll absolutely squeal with delight and pat your head back. He’d be very giggly and giddy that you touched him! Not like that perverts!

•Once the head pats start, they will never stop. Aka he’ll always want them, and who could blame him? Your amazing!! If he needs affection, he’ll tell you… in his own way! By wiggling needily in front of you, bowing his head, or pulling you in for a hug and whining, if it's been a particularly rough day.

You were cleaning the kitchen, Drayton never cleans up after himself, and insisted you cleaned to help the family and then proceeds to yell at you for rearranging ‘his kitchen’!- You had just finished washing one of the larger pots and heard muffled screams from outside. You sighed and wiped your hands dry with one of the many kitchen rags. The door burst open and in came a sobbing girl.

She ran to you and begged you to save her, that you both needed to leave because a ‘crazy guy’ was ‘out there’ and trying to kill her. You heard the roar from Bubba’s chainsaw in the distance. The girl panicked and grabbed your arm, asking if you had a gun. You smiled and walked back into the kitchen.

“Is the gun in here?! Get it quick! I think he’s getting close! Oh god!” She wailed at the thought and leaned on the wall for support.

You reached into a lower cabinet and grabbed a frying pan. You spun around and hit her in the head with it. She screamed and fell to the floor, blood now pouring from her head. You groan and hit her again, knocking her out.

Bubba burst through the door in a panic, he didn’t want you to get hurt because of his mistake! But lowered his weapon when seeing you washing off a bloody pan in the kitchen sink, and the girl he was chasing passed out on the floor. He turned his chainsaw off and placed it down, running over to you. He worriedly checked you for injuries.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Do you mind putting her in the freezer for me, dear?” You kiss the side of his masked face and he happily squeals and hurries to help you.

He opens the freezer and drops the girl in, returning back to you. You place the pan on the counter to dry then feel arms wrap around your torso. With your back to his chest, you reach up and pat his head lovingly.

“Thank you, love.” You get out of his grasp and turn to face him, then hug his snuggly chest.

He grips your thighs and lifts you up. You remain in your elevated hug until Drayton comes in yelling, which didn’t take too long.

Thomas

•The poor boy flinched at first, being so used to getting hit… You internally winced at this, it broke your heart. You slowly eased him into physical affection, not wanting to overwhelm him. It started with small touches, then hand holding, hugging, and so on. The first time you gave him a successful head pat he leaned into your touch, craving more.

You hang up the newly washed shirt on the clothesline, it was your job in the Hewitt household. You leaned down and grabbed more wet laundry. Moments after Luda Mae stepped outside the house.

“Dinner time, darlin!” Then she made her way back inside.

You wipe the sweat off your brow and pat your hands to your pants, drying them off. You walk up the stairs and open the front door. You skip into the kitchen and see Luda Mae placing food down.

“Could you grab some things for the table?” She asked as she checked the stove.

Without another word you open the cabinet. There were already plates, all the table needed was cups. You sigh, the cups are on the top shelf. You couldn’t reach, anytime you wanted a cup you had to climb on the counter, and that’s just what you did.

You took your shoes off and hopped on the counter, you stood and opened the cabinets. You gasp when you feel a pair of large hands gripping your waist. Tommy placed you on his shoulder so you could reach. You giggled and grabbed what you needed.

He set you down carefully and you placed all the cups down. You walked back over to him and gently grasped his hands. You pulled them to your face and left a kiss. Even through the mask you could see him blushing.

Then you did something unexpected, you jumped on him, like, launched yourself at him. He was startled at first, but when you practically climbed up him, he settled down. He wrapped his arms around you so you wouldn’t fall. You lean in and pepper his face with kisses, and pet his head lovingly.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You coo at your now very flustered lover.

“Oh for fucks sake-“ Hoyt moaned, but got a swift hit from Luda Mae, who was enjoying seeing her son in love.

[seineroses]

𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒.

(𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮, 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮) 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇g 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 </3

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 @obsesxxsed

𝗖𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆; 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

𝒄𝒘; 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 </3

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔

𝗜𝗧 wasn't supposed to end like this..? You two were supposed to retire live a peaceful life away from the sacred demons

If 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 hadn't been so cruel, you would be happily jumping in her arms smiling under the shining sunlight

Here you are..your body cold, eyes dull, not showing the ethereal smile that adorned onto your face, easily showing true happy emotions she couldn't display

She needed to think of happy memories of you, but all she could think about was seeing you jump into battle, pushing her aside

As they all say, ❝your actions have consequences❞ getting cut onto your stomach, her eyes widening in horror. 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬..? 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠?

She doesn't want to go through it again, no.. No!! You weren't supposed to die-- she was.. supposed to live happily now

Who's gonna comfort her? Make her laugh when angers rises? You of course! No one else can ever replace the feeling of contentment she had by your side

So why? Why are you in her arms bloodied? This wasn't what she asked for.. Maybe she'll see you again

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈

"𝐍𝐚𝐢-𝐤𝐮𝐧!" Yelling from the distance running as fast as you could towards the serpent pillar, also known as your boyfriend

"(Name)-?" Getting cut off, jumping straight into his arms making you both land on the ground

Laughing happily on what just happened, 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝘆? Why are you here crying in his arms, blood seeping out of your mouth?

"Y-you idiot! Why'd you jump in?!" Tears falling down his eyes, wetting your uniform "You could've died..Nai-kun"

"It would've been better if you didnt-! Please don't leave me..!" Wailing againts your chest as the Kakushi could only watch in sadness

" 'm sorry..don't want you to die.." Muttering the only words that left your mouth as your eyes threatened to close

"N-no! don't close your eyes! You're going to be j-just fine..!" Tears landing on your cheek as you gave him one last smile

"𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿.."

𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔

"Tomioka-kun were on a mission together isn't that nice?!" Showing your natural bubbly aura that filled the room with such happiness

"Im delighted to see you ecstatic as always (Name)-san.." Patting your head softly, nodding at his words before walking to the destination

"Wahh-so scary im getting chills! What about you Tomioka-kun?" Clinging on to his arms, as he turns flustered at the sudden affection

"Mhm.." Hearing a faint rustle as the natural bubbly self disappears, furrowing your brows

Holding your katana tightly, as Giyuu grits his teeth, not long before hearing a loud scream, widening his eyes staring at you,

Or the so called illusion, as the demon quickly attacks him in his state, not thinking about what may happen you quickly jump into him getting your body sliced in half

"(NAME)?!" He saw red, gripping his katana tightly as he killed the demon in the most brutal way possible

"No-please..!" Holding your frail body as he wails in agony, he already lost everyone he loved.. But why you?

"I-i should've been more cautious.. Letting my guard down so easily stupid..-stupid!" Yelling on the top of his lungs

"Why..?" Maybe if he were a better Hashira this would've never happened,

𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻..

𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗯𝘂'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂? <3

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Hello, I'm glad I found your account, it's fantastic!, (if it's not too much trouble), could you write how the Wammy Boys (L, Near, Mello and if you want Matt) how they would react if their s/o If was pregnant?Sorry, my English is so bad, it's not my favorite subject.

Baby-Daddy Wammy Boys

L Lawliet

He is so detached, you would think that he would never want to have a family of his own.

Due to his line of career, he doesn't think that having a kid is safe.

He was rather hesitant to become your s/o too.

He is really caring and kind and secretly loves children.

Scenario

"L can you get the cake from on the counter to the table," you called.

"I am busy..." he said in a sing-song voice.

"Please!" you pleaded and he obliged with a sigh.

He casually picked it up and kept it on the table until his eyes came across a layer of cursive written icing on the top.

Roses are red, violets are blue Inside me, there is a tiny you

His heels were stuck on the floor until you waved your hand around his face.

"L? you okay?" He snapped out of his daze and grabbed your shoulders.

"Is it real?" he asked eyes trailing to your stomach, "Is it mine?"

"Of course it's yours," you huffed a bit offended, "are you happy?"

"Happy? I am scared, overjoyed and shivering to my core from elation."

"You will need to make time from your schedule now," you said and he nodded, "also you need to stop eating so much sugar, at this rate you will die of diabetes before the baby is even born."

He completely ignore you and with an odd grin he sat on the couch, "They will be so intelligent and beautiful as their mother, they might even help me with cases, I will get them a lot of toys and we will eat cakes together and..."

His rambling continues for one hour.

Mihael Keehl

He is delighted, ecstatic, you may even think that he was waiting for this.

He looks like the kind of guy who is very excited to be a father but doesn't even know P of parenting

He is jumping around the room like a mad man, lifting you in his arms he is talking to the non-existent baby-bump.

Scenario

"Mihael," you cooed, "I have a gift for you!"

A very sleepy Mihael poked his head from a plethora of blankets, "for me?"

You giggled at his antics, sleep was the only time he wasn't trying to show his 'I am an Alpha' aura.

"Yep, here you go!" you handed him the framed ultrasound copy with doodles you had made around the corners.

He blinked his eyes to adjust to the lighting and as soon as he did so his eyes widened.

"Oh my god! Is it what I think it is?"

"Yep, it's our baby, 4 weeks old."

He rushed from the duvets and hugged you from the waist, "I am the luckiest man alive!"

Nate Waters

I am so so so sorry to inform you, this man doesn't like children

I expect his reaction to be anti-climatic.

Scenario

"Y/N you have to open the door, please," he gently knocked.

"You will get mad at me!" you cry out.

"I won't, I promise," he sighed in concern and tiredness.

He could hear your penguin steps towards the door.

You opened the door and turned to face him, "I was feeling sick and my period was late..."

Near immediately knew what was up, but he kept quiet until you completed.

"I am pregnant," you cried out, "please don't leave me-"

"Of course, I won't," he said hugging you, "we will think of something later, but you should rest for now, alright?"

I feel weird writing this... hope it met your expectations.

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