#yes he doesn't like fellow he always looks at this man with side eye

[harryinramshackle]

Chris Keaton the man that you are

Save me cricket man SAVE ME!!

Anyways posting doodles as an excuse to ramble about him

I ended up changing him very slightly from the first time drawing him here, not much other than his skin and hair palette, and giving him antennas instead of regular ahoge

Chris is a 29-year-old school teacher and childhood friend to Pio (although due to being 5 years older he always felt more like a big brother). He's currently married to a woman with one daughter!

He loves working with kids, which is why he is a teacher. He tries his best to positively influence his students and reminds them to always listen to their conscience (also fun fact, a lot of his students assume he's gay because of how he behaves, so they're always surprised when he mentions his wife and child).

Not many people know this (only ones being his family and Pio's), but Chris is half-fea with some cricket-like characteristics. Most notable is his second pair of arms, which he usually hides with magic to avoid scaring the humans in his town. His antennas also function similarly to those of a cricket.

Despite being half fae and a mage, Chris has mostly known the way of humans, since he grew up around them. It's rare that he'd even use his magic unless necessary.

He adores his family with all his being and he's completely smitten with his wife. His wife works as a child therapist and his daughter always says she wants to be smart like her parents when she's older.

Pio is usually the victim of his long yapping sessions about his family (think of Hughes and Roy from FMA/B if you know them) and he usually can't do much than just sit down and listen until Chris is done.

Despite finding him a little annoying, Pio has always depended on Chris for support and guidance. He was the first person Pio came out as trans and was immediately accepted and supported.

Chris always saw Pio as a good and good-hearted man. But as he got older, he felt the need to be more independent, and thanks to certain...new influences (Fellow) Pio ended up making decisions he eventually regretted, hearing a painful "I told you so" from Chris.

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[evilminji]

Weird/Unusual Crossover time?

Weird/unusual crossover time! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ (oh shit~! She's back on her billshit!) (That's RIGHT! Nothing is sacred and NO ONE IS SAFE!)

ANYWAYS~

Danny Phantom. Cultivation Novels (my current obsession). A match made in hell? Or an exciting new adventure‽ Cause like... the Zone DOES go EVERYWHERE, right? Infinite means Infinite means "Literally Without End" Infinite.

As in, Forever.

You COULD, in fact, pick a direction and just... keep going. Forever. For always. Without end or limits. The Zone is not just "really, REALLY big and we need a word your mind could comprehend." Not "as big as a galaxy or the known universe". It is? On a scale that even GODS can not comprehend.

The place GODS go to die. A place they are BORN from. The great primordial soup where universe end and begin anew. Where the cracks are glued backed together, and the souls of the living flow in and out. Endless scraps of fabric, realities, atop a churning sea of green. Keeping everything even.

After all... you can't CREATE a soul. They got to come from SOMEWHERE. Where do you THINK they arrive from? When populations grow? Thin air‽

But... ah~, there in lays the rub, doesn't it? Would knowing the Zone? Knowing SOME of it's mysteries and machinations (for NO ONE, not even all the Ancients COMBINED, can ever claim to understand even a fraction of them all.) mean that Danny??? Was powerful in a Cultivation reality?

He's certainly a powerful GHOST.

But?? They FIGHT ghosts all the time. Wouldn't he be WEAKER and more in danger? As they try to hell the restless spirit move on? Not knowing he is balanced between life and death? They could very well kill him.

Which, given the moral standards of the Realm? Would NOT be viewed as a bad thing.

But! On the OTHER hand?

He is a ZONE ghost. Not a simple spirit. Far beyond what they are used to dealing with. Arguably? ASCENDANT. From a higher plane of existence. A lower one. Several steps to the side. He is, for all intents and purposes, shrimp colors to the human eye. The color blue to a blind man. An orb to the two dimensional.

CAN he even interact with the world's cultivation systems? Does it recognize him as a god? A dead man? Some sort of ascendant dead god?

Something... Not Right™

Yet still utterly natural? Clearly not meant to be here. Yet... not wicked. Granted, not, perhaps, benevolent. But...

Because what IS he? Is he a boy? A man? A corpse? Immortal, perhaps? Is this creature a demon? The resentful dead? They DONT KNOW! It... probably scares a lot of them. Makes some of them think he is a test. Probably makes OTHERS wanna fight (friend? Hey! New friend!).

And like? Why would Danny even BE there? He's already immortal. The swords are pretty cool... but he has Fenton tech.

So, WHY?

I propose?

His well know Anger Issues. His fear of becoming Dan. He's heard meditation is good for shit like that, right? Mindfulness and stuff. Sam recommended it. And? They were watching Fantasy Kung-fu 17, "bamboo monks of vengeance" (now with more slow motion aerial battles). So he was like? Hmmmm... those misty valleys and mountains shots DO looks relaxing... I could go camping...

Maybe find a mysterious old kung-fu monk? Is that what they are? Tucker. Tucker! What's the name of this genre again? Xanxia. Yeah. That! I'll do the whole "live, laugh, love. Hot girl, cultivation summer" thing! That'll fix my shit! This is a GREAT idea!

Thus? Danny. Terrorizing some poor Xanxia Cultivation world with his Zone Ghostiness. Pretending to be a human... very, VERY badly. Yes, hello Fellow Locals! It is him! Average Human Man! Take me to your *checks notes* Cultivation Sect! *smiles with far too many teeth*

#nailedit he's gonna get SUCH a good job at blending in! A thing that is both real and possible to achieve!

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[woundedsoul12]

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I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met - Lord Huron

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Yes I know it's still Davrin week. And while these lyrics work perfectly for the Veilguard's mightiest hero, I am celebrating EMS week with @amlusa. This is in response to Caffeine, Nicotine, and Spite one of the best AUs I have ever read. So have a little Lenashur. A little Ashurook that's sad

“Medic one to med control over…”

Lena's face went pale as the radio buzzed before her. She knew that voice. Would recognize Luca's clipped accent anywhere.

For fucks sake. She had known it was going to be a bad night when she stalled out on I95. But this… this was something she wasn't sure she was ready for.

Thankfully, Lorelei appeared at her side and smashed the receiver as she grabbed a pen. “Med control to medic one. Go ahead over.” Her fellow nurse shot her a wink as she wrote down whatever was coming in. From the lazy way she rolled her eyes, it wasn't anything serious. Though Lena couldn't process the report over the rushing sound building in her ears.

It had only been a few months since she returned to her charge position in the ER at Minrathous General. She had been doing well so far. Going to therapy. Taking her meds. Actually sleeping most nights.

But now it was all rushing back. That night. The trauma. Luca calling in. His voice breaking through the static on the line.

“Lena, I'm so sorry. It's Ashur-”

Her mama always said don't marry heroes. Of course, her dad had been a Marine. And just like her Ashur, he was KIA. A nice flag in a case to press against her chest when she sobbed into the darkness. Haunted by the ghost of him everywhere she looked. Even here, at work, she was reminded of the night they met.

And the night she lost the only man she had ever loved to the duty he held above all else. Nurses and EMS. The best of the worst combo.

“Are you gonna be alright, Mercar?” Tarquin asked as looked across the nurse's station at her. He was trying to act tough, but there was a similar paleness to his face as memories flooded him as well. Ashur had been his best friend. They went through fire academy together. Hell even had matching medic tattoos. And he had been working PRN as a tech that fateful night.

She wasn't sure if she hated or loved that he went through the same hell she did. Maybe if he would have been with her love, Ashur would have made it out alive.

Or she would have just lost them both. And Maker, was she thankful to have his presence right now.

“Yeah I’ll be ok. Gotta leave the baggage at the door yanno.” She shook her head as she tried to focus once again on her work. Her nurses needed her to get her head out of her ass. There were patients to save. Docs to wrangle. Admin to appease. The usual shit.

No time for her to dwell on her broken heart.

But as a heavy hand fell on her shoulder and she looked up to see Tarquin's reassuring smile, the world seemed to still. He brought her a calmness. A peace she only knew when he was near. He had been the only reason she survived these last few months.

And she didn't know what she would do without him.

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sandor Clegane x reader

Chapter 4

1 - 2 -3 -4

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter, cussing, 18+ language and themes, insults, fighting, gossiping, alcohol consumption.

Standing next to the hound you watch as Marcella cries as she's rowed out to seat the larger journey ship. Tommen cries as his sister leaves his sight past the rocks. Joffrey rolls his eyes at all the attention she's getting.

Your ladies stand a distance away from the hound and yourself not wanting to be near him. He looks down to you briefly before Joffrey gets bored and walks up the stairs calling him along with him. 

“Come, dog!” he spits out hound follows him with an eye roll. 

“My lady you've been invited to a tea party in the garden with a few of the fellow court ladies' ' your lady in waiting says about to lead you out. 

“Can it wait.” you ask, looking at a cersi whose tears fall silently. She doesn't answer when she sees Sansa follow after her ladies. Your eyes avert to the water again, the light splashes of the water against the rocks before you watch cersei exit the ceremony following shortly after her. 

—-----

Your ladies continue to follow you as you walk through the garden. You huff and stop turning around to them. 

“Will you please possibly go do something else besides follow me like abandoned dogs on the street! I don't need to be followed everywhere I go” you snap at them. They curtsy and scurry off. You sigh, shaking your head. You turn back again seeing the other ladies and Sansa sitting under the gazebo giggling and drinking tea. 

“y/n how lovely for you to join us. We've saved you a seat as well as a cross stitch fold.” lady tyrell says as a guard pulls out the spare chair for you and you take a seat in between lady nighall, and lady cricket. You nod at her smile and a servant pours a cup of tea for you. You take the cross stitch in hand and work on it to occupy the time before the ladies barrel you with questions.

“You wed the hound, sandor clegane yesterday, how exciting.” lady ebsings speak. She's a skinny woman with dark black hair that she keeps in a high ponytail. Her dresses are always too elaborate to function yet she finds a way somehow. She married a man who's rich because he's the top ship seller. 

“Yes I did.” you reply. 

“And what I mean can't be much of a fun experience between a king's guard and a legitimate princess.” lady cricket, a larger woman with brown hair she keeps half up and half down always with a decorative hair pin holding it back. She wears green dresses even though it clashes with her skin tone. 

“It's…new. Being married isn't something I would have thought about for a while but the king thought we’d be a good match so we were wed.” you answer. Lady Tyrell gives you a small smile and nod knowing it was fully forced although liking the way you answered the question. 

“Oh come now spare us the sugar and get to the gritty, the consummation…he’s big?” Lady Nighall retorts, a woman of particular size but on the older side around her mid 40s who doesn't get much action as her husband is flaccid all the time so she indulges herself in self pleasure and pleasure houses as she is the country side's top broker for silver coin. You don't answer her question however. 

“you , did, consummate correct.” She digs for answers.

Once again the uneasy feeling erupts from your stomach as all anyone ever wants to talk about is if you and sandor have bedded. Opening your mouth to tell the truth you're sick of people asking so you lie. 

“Yes…he's very adequate.” you say into your teacup trying to fake a description of the act of sex. You sip on your tea before placing the cup back onto the tray. They all accept Sansa and Lady Tyrell, giggle and quickly speak about their husbands in bed for a short period of time. 

Your eyes attached downwards at the table of various sweets and tea. Lady ebsing speaks once again. 

“A-and how…was he.” she smiles at you. 

“Adequate.” you answer once again. 

“Oh come now you're a deflowered princess with a large husband. I was so sure he might split you in two or least break your neck while holding onto you.” she says as they continue to go back to gossip. 

“The hound is a big ugly brute. I'm surprised. After all, if he were to get married he doesn't deserve a small thing like yourself. No wonder all the maidens fear him. His best quality I guess would be being able to kill a man.” lady nighall says. I look up seeing him standing behind her. 

“Sandor.” you say. 

“I know his name, my dear. I just chose not to use a name. Did you know his mother wouldn't even look at him? Mhm heard that from the grape vein.” she says, sipping her tea. 

“My apologies for disturbing your chatter.” Sandor says through gritted teeth as he had to listen to everything that bitch said about him. His deep gruff voice hitting the ears like a clash of steel. 

“OH!” Lady nighall squeals, dropping her tea cup, spilling the tea on her dress. 

“Damn! Sneaking up on a woman is never a good quality” she exclaims 

“Apologize” he says knowing he's not really sorry. 

“Are you alright sandor?” you ask him. He nods before turning to Sansa who is still scared to look at him. 

“The king requests your presence my lady” he says as she nods and stands. 

“Thank you for having me, it was lovely.” she says and stands before walking off a guard that was standing post walks behind her. 

“Lady nighall maybe instead of indulging yourself in the insulting of other maybe you can focus more on the coin you spend daily to indulge yourself in lord baelish's pleasure house, or more rather hoe he indulges himself in you.'' Sandor retorts. Lady nighalls mouth opens in a gasp. 

“And close that yapper its using up more words than the kingdom” he says which makes her shut her mouth. And the other ladies snorted a giggle at his comment. Nighall looks at you square anger on her face as the hound begins to walk away. 

“I apologize for him.” you say getting up, gathering your skirt and running after your husband.

“Sandor!” You yell gathering your dress chasing after him. 

“Sandor, I'm talking to you!” You yell out to him.

He grumbles, continuing walking away. You stop, stamping your foot against the ground and shout at him.

“SANDOR CLEGANE! YOU STOP THIS INSTANT” You shout. He stops and turns to you before walking back to you. 

“Go back to picking flowers and sewing with the other ladies. I bet there will be more gossip about fox and hound eh!” He barks at you.

“You made me look rude, you should go and apologize to her.” you say 

He scoffs 

“Apologize? APOLOGIZE? My whole damn life I've been apologizing to highborns like yourself not as if any of you are worth it so speaking my mind once in a while..yeah I'll do that especially to over entitled cunts who drown themselves at pleasure houses.” he barks out. 

“Why are you always so hateful!” You snap back at him. 

“You’ll be glad of the hateful things I say someday! When I’m the only thing in your way of a good life and a bad one.” he says.

“I’ve got 3 bad things in my life and if you think you're one of them you’re wrong! I didn’t choose to marry you, but Fuck I’ll make the most of it!” You yell at him. Looking him dead in the eyes. Never in his life has he had someone yell at him and look at him square. His look softens ever so slightly. 

“Go finish your tea party. Eat your cakes and don't spill on your shiny gown and dont fucking call me that.” He spits out before turning away from you walking off. 

“GAH! I hate you!” You huff and turn walking away. Back to the other women. 

You ignore the hound for the rest of the day purposefully feeling your distance when Joffrey and Jaime knight the new king's guard, when you see him following the other guard to look the opposite direction pretending not to notice him. You don't know how much good he will care about it, you're damn sure getting a reaction out of it. 

Night falls and for the second time sandor does not join the room, the mester came to watch the consummation but you had him sent away wanting no one in the room and nothing. Sitting in the bath the water filled in oils and scents making the room smell nice as well. You sigh dipping into the hot water dunking your head under the water. The quiet of nothing for a few seconds before you come back to the surface. 

Moving your wet hair out of your face. You sit to the side and rest your head on your arm and you and your other out of the bathtub letting the water dripping off your finger tips onto the stone flooring. 

The memories of a happier time flood your mouth, your brother and you walking and laughing in the gardens. Him teaching you to ride a horse. Your family in your home's castle. All things you'll never get back. Confined to hatred and stone walls of kings landing. 

—------

The next day you continue to ignore the hound. Although has busy supervising the training of the new guards you pass by the courtyard you can feel his eyes on you. 

“Marriage troubles already?” meryyn says to him as sandor huffs at you. 

“Shut the fuck up trant.” he grumbles. 

“What's wrong clegane aren't performing well.” merryn laughs sandor walks towards merryn and grabs his collar. 

“You dont fucking shut up ill turn your insides to out side do you understand!” he tells me. Before dropping him into the mud. The other men stop to watch merryn trant get told by the larger man. Merryn gets up and draws his sword to sandor. 

“Oh what? You're going to pull out your little sword on me?” Sandor is annoyed with his temper tantrum. 

“Go on then swing it. Show everyone what a big strong man you are!” hound yells at trant. Who then swings his sword missing sandor everyone laughs as merryn only prompting him to swing again missing sandor for a second time.

“Fuck sake.” Sandor rolls his eyes at him, grabbing his sword out of Trant's hands, throwing it to the side and landing a punch on his face. Everyone oohs at the site of merryn getting his ass kicked. He gets up and charges at Sandor with a yell barreling into him pushing him back, tackling him. 

“You fuckign fat ugly cunt!” Sandor yells at him and pushes him over, holding his face into the mud. Jamie walks over with his arms crossed as he chuckles at Merryns struggle. 

“Don't pick a fight you can't win.” Jamie says as Sandor gets up, spitting out the mud that got into his mouth and wiping it off his face. 

“Dumb cunt.” Sandor says before spitting out more mud. 

—-----

You stand in the throne room staring at the iron throne alone, your handmaidens out of your sight finally. Nothing but peace and quiet as you stare at the throne. 

“Beautiful isn't it.” you hear a voice turning to see lord baelish. 

“My lord.” you say nodding your head. 

“Princess.” he answers, taking his place right next to you. 

“It was forged after all the battles against the Targaryens were done. People say that the throne room used to be covered in swords from all the battles, they would melt the swords right down onto the stairs” he says holding his hand out. 

“Where are they now? The other swords?” you ask in wonder.

“Removed when the chair had a new sitter. Children running around. They say servers would trip and impale themselves so often they had to train staff to a speciality. Out of all the brutality the targaryens ensued…they cared for the weary.” he says you continue to look at the throne. 

“You are lady clegane now, yes?” he says

“You were at the wedding banquet, surely you must know.” you say reluctantly. 

“You don't sound pleased.” he says

“I…it's just for the past few days that's all anyone speaks of my being lady clegane the princess away from home…i just…” you trail off. 

“Just what my lady?” he asks. 

You're about to open your mouth to speak again but the door opens and you both turn around seeing sandor half covered in mud. 

“Speak of the demon himself, what brings you? Here to collect for my lady wife?” Baelish says. 

“Fuck off you grey haired squirrel” sandor grunts as he walks twords your way. 

“Why are you muddy? Are you alright?” You ask. 

“Becuase merryn fuckign trant dosnt know when you keep his greasy fucking tits out of the way. Picked a fight while over seeing guarding fucking cock sucker. He says passing you both.

“Don't keep us waiting to tell if you win?” Baelish asks. 

“Fuck…off.” he huffs walking down through the hall to the council room. Also reminding lord baelish why he was walking through the throne room. 

���I beg pardon my lady, I wish you a good night.” he says bowing before following after sandor.

Chapter 5 here

[prettypinkporkchop]

Loved ur smut u did amazing writing lol can I get one where She had a very conservative family and she doesn’t get out and when she’s out visiting her cousin Jared she meets embry so when she finally loses her virginity to embry she can’t help but want more by just looking at him like quickies are a must with him in Emily’s bathroom ✅ the woods✅ Jacob’s garage shop✅ anywhere and everywhere no one is surprised when she comes out pregnant 4months after meeting him please make this super long

SMUT

You had moved out of your parents' home now. You have no experience outside. You've never been allowed to date or anything! You never tried and have always listened to the rules.

No drinking, parties, boys, they have to like your friends, straight A's, and yeah!

Well, you decided to live close to La Push, which is a small town name Forks. Your reasoning is because your cousin Jared has been texting you about stepping out and living your life as a new adult. He said he misses you and wants to see you like old times when you were kids and young teens. Luckily, you found a house nearby and agreed to his plea! Plus, seeing Jared would literally be so nostalgic. He still seems like his goofy self.

Jared gave you the address to his house, so you drive there. On arrival, you see a dark wooden house. Jared stands on the porch, waving excitedly.

You step out of your car and run up to him, wrapping your arms around his abdomen. "Holy shit! It's been since we were thirteen!" You squeal.

"Nice to see you, too cuh." He laughs and then pulls you back a bit. "I have my girlfriend here and a few friends I want you to meet!" He says.

You get a bit nervous. You weren't expecting the friends, but you are excited to meet Kim. Nevertheless, you nod your head and smile big.

"Great! Let's go!" He leads you inside the house.

The place is very clean with pretty wooden flooring. Looking straight ahead is the living room where a bunch of laughter is heard.

You follow Jared toward the crowd. "My fellow Americans, this is my cousin, y/n!" He pats your back.

That's when you met Embry. He imprinted on you. It took two days for him to finally tell you everything. You were scared at first but warmed up to it after hanging with Kim and Emily a lot.

-------- First Time ----

You lie next to the brown eyed hot man. You both lay on your backs on your bed. You have an arm up, letting your fingers touch the side of his face. Your eye contact is intense. Embry is shirtless and had just gotten off patrol, making this much hotter for you.

You're terrified, having no experience with this kind of stuff. "Embry, I want to try, but I'm scared." You whisper.

His hand reaches up and touches yours, "Are you positive you want to try?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yes." You reply. "Are you a virgin, too?" You ask.

"Before i shifted and i was like fifteen, i got a blowjob. But i was so nervous, before i finished, i ran away from her." He laughs.

You burst into laughter and bury your face into his side.

"I'll be as gentle as possible. I love you." He says.

It shocked you for a moment but you knew you you love him too. "I love you, too." You smile.

He hovers on top of you and leans down. You feel his breath hitting your lips. Your breathing speeds up but hitches as he moves even closer. He notices and stops, looking into your eyes. "No, Embry. Keep going." You grab the back of his neck and pull him down on your lips.

He's taken aback, but he doesn't hesitate to kiss you back. His hands slide up your shirt. His fingers make your sides tingle. But his hot body on yours is already giving you feelings you've never felt before. But you know exactly what it is.

You pull back from his lips and take your shirt off. His eyes immediately move to your body. His eyes are glowing as if a treasure box full of gold has opened.

You blush and bite your lip, feeling his abs on top of your stomach. He bends down and starts leaving kisses on your stomach. His lips are soft and wet. You arch up a bit. His hands glide down to pull off your shorts and underwear.

He looks up at you before he looks down. "Are you still sure?" He asks.

You nod your head in response, grabbing his shoulders.

He unbuttons his shorts and pulls them down. He hovers over you, leaving one hand above your head to hold him up. He moves the other than down and slowly starts to rub you.

The contact shocked you, but this is what you wanted most. The way his fingers moved between your folds. You buck your hips into his hand, wanting more.

"Damn, you're already wet for me, baby." He kisses your collarbones and keeps rubbing his fingers along you.

"Embry, more, please." You feel the need to want more. Your entrance is begging for Embry. It's building up so much need in your stomach.

He slowly enters one finger inside of you, still kissing your neck and chest. You make the most angelic moan Embry has ever heard. His eyes look up at your face. His eyes are full of just and love.

Your nails make their way into his back as he keeps going. But you still want more. "Embry, more." You gasp.

He removes his finger and lifts up on his knees. He grabs himself, and you look down at his shaft. With it being dark and only the moon shining through your window, you can't see much. But from what you do see, that is going to hurt.

He leans back down and looks you in the eyes. "Please, tell me when it hurts and when it feels good." He says. He lowers his head to kiss you a few times.

You feel him rubbing against you before finding your entrance. He slowly pushes inside but quickly moves his hand to rub your clit to help with the pain.

You squirm just a bit as it's a bit uncomfortable. You groan a bit in the awkward feeling.

"Is it hurting you?" He asks in your ear.

"It just feels uncomfortable." You run your hands over his back. "Keep going." You whisper.

He does as told, pushing all the way in you. He keeps his thumb moving on your clit. It stings just a bit, but nothing too extreme.

After he moves in and out very slowly, you wrap your legs around him. "Harder." You beg.

He reaches down, grabbing your ass and nodding his head. He begins to thrust inside harder, picking up his speed a bit. Your moans fill up your house.

"You're doing so good." He grunts. "You feel so tight, baby." He moans.

After about thirty minutes of him thrusting into you and rubbing your clit, you start to clench around him. The feeling in your stomach is bubbling up. "Oh my God, Embry!" You nearly scream out.

He knows what's going on, so he keeps going, refusing to change any speed or position. "Come on, baby." He says.

You shake and shake and shake. You're high on Embry right now. You're in heaven.

You feel warmth hit your stomach, and you look down to see he had finished on you. "I love you." He says, looking down at you. His chest is rising and falling along with yours.

"I love you, too." You smile up at him and then start giggling. "God, that was pure ecstasy." You gush out.

He chuckles and stands up. "I'm going to clean you up."

-- Emily's Bathroom -

Jared stares at you and Embry as you are sitting on his lap and eating the smores you made.

"What?" You ask him.

"I am shocked my cousin got imprinted by EMBRY!" He laughs.

Embry flips his off and then kisses your cheek. "Embry is the best shifter." He laughs.

Jared scoffs and crosses his arms. "Nope!"

"Guys, don't fight over me." Quil jokes.

You lean down into his ear and press a kiss behind it. "Babe, I want you now." You whisper.

You instantly feel something poke the bottom of your thigh.

Next thing you know, you're leaning over Emily's bathroom sink, pants down, and ass up. Embry is shoving himself in you. No mercy is given. Your fingers grip the sides of the sink. His hand spanks and grabs onto your ass.

After you two are done, you guys go outside to join the crowd again.

"What, did y/n need you to hold her hand while she used the bathroom?" Quil laughs.

Embry puts a finger to his lips, telling him to shut the fuck up. Quil instantly understood and his eyes grew wide.

"Lucky." He pats Embry's back.

----- The Woods ---

Embry throws the burning hot stick at Jake, knowing it won't hurt him too bad.

"Aye!" Jake yells.

Everyone starts laughing except Sam.

"I'm not having it, children." He sighs.

Emily grabs onto his shoulder. She kisses his arm a few times. Now everyone is feeling awkward.

Basically, it's a camping trip with all of the imprints. The pack knows the ins and outs of the woods. You'd think Sam would be upset about being lost, right? Nope! Not a shifter! Sam is pissed off because Jacob and Renesmee forgot to bring their tent. Sam and Emily's is the biggest one, so they have to share. Sam is being so salty it's hilarious!

You sit around on the leaves, and then Kim sits beside you. She picks up a few pieces of grass and starts tying them together. "I'm making a crown!" She smiles.

You follow her moves and then giggle. "Did you know that when you braid pieces of grass, you're engaging your mind and nervous system to calm down."

After everyone sits around visiting each other, you sit next to Embry. He reaches to grab your chin and lifts your face, kissing you softly. His face. Oh, god, his face.

You lean into his ear. "My Embry Call, take me deep into the woods and fuck me until I can't breathe."

His bites his lip, and his breathing stops. "Guys, we are gonna go for a walk." Embry stands up and takes your hand, lifting you off the ground.

"Fucking horndogs." Paul sighs.

"Paul, mind your business." Rachel says.

After going far enough, Embry pins you up against a tree. You both get naked, making out heavily. He fucks you hard against the tree. The bark leaves a few scratches on your back. Your throat has a slight red mark around because he was choking you.

----- Jacob's Shop ---

"Bring me a coke, please." Jacob calls out to Embry from the living room.

"Fine." Embry chuckles.

You follow him out the door. Nessie and Jake sent you two to the gas station for drinks and snacks for the movie. But as you watch Embry walk in front of you, the way his pants fit him. You can't help it.

"Embry, stop." You said.

He listens immediately as if you're his alpha. He turns and steps close to you, holding your face. "What's wrong?" He asks.

You look around and see the red garage/shop. You smirk and turn back to Embry.

"Baby, we can't right now. They're waiting on us." He smiles and leans in to kiss you.

You kiss him back and then reach your hand in his pants. He sucks in a deep breath before grabbing you, putting you over his shoulder, and walking to the red building.

Inside, he sets you on a black table. He rips off you shorts and underwear. He quickly pulls down his pants. His hand find their way to your top neck and chin, pushing your head to the side so he can assault your neck.

Without a warning, he's pushing inside, causing you to moan loudly. He puts his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. "Shh.." He says in your ear before going back to your neck.

His pace remains fast and hard. It doesn't take long until you both finish.

---- Pregnancy---

"Kim! I'm not pregnant! I'm probably just having hormonal issues." You try to convince yourself.

Honestly, you're not even sure. You're leaning more towards you are. But you're terrified of how Embry would feel, considering it's been four months!

Kim sets her phone down on the table in front of you guys. She pulls her legs up on the couch and looks at you with a serious face. "Babe, who are you trying to convince right now?" She asks.

You moan in annoyance and throw your head back.

"Babes, look. Pregnancy scares happen to me all of the time. I have a pregnancy test under the sink. Go to the bathroom and take it." She orders.

You do as told, walking to her and Jared's bathroom. You open the cabinet under the sink. There are so many soaps and girly products! Period. Anyways, in the back is that pink box you need. You grab it and sit on the toilet.

You take it and wait.

Five minutes later, you have two lines. They're dark and very apparent.

"Oh shit."

You are pacing in the kitchen, waiting for Embry to get off patrol. You get a text and walk to the counter with shaky hands to answer.

Em: Hey beautiful, Seth is coming over with me. He wants one of those brownies you baked.

Great. Perfect timing. Sarcasm. Oh well, you guess Seth has to hear as well.

The front door opens, and you jump slightly. Seth and Embry walk inside. You obviously look like something is wrong.

"I'll wait for the brownie, Em." Seth smiles and walks out the door.

Embry grabs your waist with a worried expression. "Baby girl, what's going on?" He asks in a panic.

All you can do is look at the counter behind him. He swiftly turns and sees the test. He stands there for a second.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." You freak out.

He turns to you with a smile and then grabs you into a hug, pressing your face in his chest. One hand on your lower back, the other on your head in your hair.

"We can do this." He kisses the top of your head.

You look up at him and see he's smiling with teary eyes. "Are you happy?" You ask, sniffling.

"I am, but I'm also super nervous. I have no experience with kids." He chuckles.

You both burst into laughter and then have the best night ever.

[chaifootsteps]

SolRook, Pavellan, one-sided Solavellan. Spoilers for act 3 of Veilguard.

***

Mahanon knew the man they call Rook long before he actually met him.

For the longest time, on the streets of Minrathous, he was known as ‘the Fox.’ No one could tell you his real name or what he looked like, although based on the way he slung blades and picked locks and got around rooftops, many speculated that he was a former Antivan Crow. After the Nessus incident in which someone got a glimpse of the face behind the mask, the distinct outline of a pointed ear, the prevailing theory was that he was a former slave.

In actuality, he’s a young man with a sharp, angular face and quick blue eyes. Turns out he’s Legatus Charon Mercar’s boy, raised half in secrecy and half with a silver spoon in his mouth, tutored in too-formal Elven that he’s always eager to break out when speaking to Mahanon. He takes his coffee bitter but milky, likes stuffed grape leaves, and hates fish. Despite the skill at jumping rooftops, he loathes heights.

And when he speaks about Solas – confesses, rather – Mahanon’s not at all surprised.

“I talk to him, sometimes. More than the others know. More than I care to admit.” Then, far too quickly to be entirely truthful… “Not like that, of course not. But just the same, it’s not just war table talk anymore. We’ll sit up swapping stories about companions, travelling, the way we think things ought to be. Music.”

He can’t quite meet Mahanon’s eyes when he says it. Mahanon sighs, leans in, drops his voice to a point of conspiratorial, gentle quiet.

“Did you know that when I first met Solas, I carried a torch for him in the worst way?” Oh, how he wishes he could commit the look on Rook’s face to a frame in that moment. It's fairly priceless. “Oh yes. He was charming, witty, kind. An elf at a time when I was ravenous for the company of one, though I suspect I would have felt the same if I’d been a dwarf or a Qunari. I would have boxed a High Dragon if he’d asked me to. I would have done anything for him.”

“Did he know?” A beat. “Does...does Magister Pavus know?”

“Turned me down very kindly. Dorian and I laugh about it now.” It’s true. Dorian’s never allowed him to live it down, and Mahanon supposes he wouldn't either if their positions were reversed. “I’ve never regretted the path life's put me on. Dorian’s the love of my life and always will be, but save for him, Solas is the most remarkable man I’ve ever known. Years ago, he told me that his plans to bring down the Veil would mean the end of the world, and if ever he’d told me even once that that had changed? That those casualties could be reduced, and that he was attempting to transfer the Evanuris to a stronger prison? I would have leap to his aid. Called upon every ounce of clout my name carries.”

Rook looks conflicted, like he’s not sure whether to be relieved or less relieved than ever. “I don’t know which possibility terrifies me more, to be honest with you...that I’m not his type or Maker help me, that I am.”

The former Inquisitor refills his drink. “I think that’s romance for you. Doesn't matter whether you’re carrying a torch for the fellow that lives down the street or the Dread Wolf himself.”

It's the sort of thing they could talk about all day, but for the time being, they leave it at that. They have their meal, argue about splitting the bill, Mahanon wins, and they go their separate ways. When word comes out that Solas has escaped the Fade and Rook has vanished mysteriously, that seems to mark the end of that affair. But Harding's gone, the dagger's gone, and something about blood magic, and Mahanon...Mahanon can't think about any of it too much.

Not so much because he worries so much about Rook – he bets Dorian apples to gold pieces that the young elf will make an appearance sooner or later, and reassures the occupants of the Lighthouse as much – but because the whole thing is so frightfully, unjustly sad. Because Mahanon remembers that frightened, tentative look in the young elf's eyes, the one Rook tried so hard to pretend wasn't a little hopeful, and really does wish it had ended differently.

Sure enough, Rook isn’t gone. He appears as suddenly as he left, and shows up on the burning streets of Minrathous looking every inch the Fox, calling out to the crowd to bring the light. When Mahanon meets him before that final ascent, the young man says nothing to allude to what he told Mahanon over supper that day. If there’s conflict, pain, betrayal, it never shows.

(It won’t be until much, much later that Mahanon will learn that he spoke to Solas, and that when he did, he sounded as damn near close to tears as his companions had ever heard him.)

But suddenly, Mahanon has even less time to pretend that any of it is his business. Suddenly, Dorian’s holding his face in his hands, tears shining in his eyes, imploring with him not to make the final climb up that horrible, blighted growth.

"You don't have to do this," he says as he has so many, many times over the past nine years. "

And Mahanon, just like he's done every time over those past nine years, memorizes his husband's beautiful face, the feel of his kiss, and replies...

"I love you, vhenan. I'll see you very soon."

And suddenly, he and Morrigan are standing beside a blighted throne at the top of the world, and Mahanon is attempting to talk down the man he never stopped loving, not really.

It doesn’t work, obviously. Mahanon never thought it would, in his heart of hearts. Knows better by now.

But somehow, miraculously, impossibly, what Rook’s been putting together all these months does.

The state that comes over Solas when Mythal’s ghostly figure approaches him is unlike anything Mahanon has ever seen from him before, and something he dearly, dearly hopes to never see again. Solas cringes from her pale touch, bends before her, and – though this may just be a trick of the light, a cruel twisting of shadow – Mahanon thinks he sees him hold out the lyrium dagger as though to offer it up to kill him. Hunched over, weeping, he looks less like a man freed from guilt than a beaten dog. It’s perverse, it's wrong, and Mahanon has never wanted to embrace him more.

“You are free to choose another way,” he says instead, kneeling beside him. Ar lasa mala revas. And with an exhale, Solas straightens, glances back at the newly severed leash, and makes the choice to run.

He places the lyrium dagger in Rook’s hands. In the shadows cast between their bodies, fingers cover one another, curling together. "I will go and seek atonement."

He turns to leave; Rook raises the dagger. For a moment, just a fleeting one, Mahanon fears he’s about to drive it into the Dread Wolf’s back. But instead, he hands it off to Morrigan, and says...

"But you don't have to go alone."

The lingering gaze Solas gives him is...many things, small and tentative and overlapping. Surprise, certainly. Deep, abiding, sadness. A peripheral ghost of what might be longing. But not the gentle, indulgent look he once gave Mahanon when he turned him away.

"You are needed elsewhere. I made these choices, I alone will bear their consequences. It is...my responsibility."

"Responsibility? Solas, you’re literally carrying the sky on your shoulders. You’ve been carrying this alone for long enough. You've been alone for long enough.”

“You are not the one who shattered the world. You have your own path, Rook. It is time to walk it."

“And if I don't care to walk it? If I've seen what's waiting along your path, and consider it worthwhile?"

Solas hesitates. “Rook...I understand what this is about. Make no mistake, I do understand. Suffice it to say, you need not pity me. Pity would be the cruelest note you and I could part ways on."

Rook chokes.

"Pity?" Dumbstruck, incredulous. Like he's unable to believe someone as sharp as Solas could have possibly gotten it so wrong. "You think...you...!"

An then, in one swift, smooth motion, Rook pulls the Dread Wolf in close, their lips meeting, blood and dirt and filth. Solas blinks just once...and then, to Mahanon’s surprise, kisses him back. Not just that, but keeps kissing him, the two holding on to one another like the possibility of losing this is a greater and more terrifying fear than whatever they've done to each other. Clinging, white-knuckled, in a way that a young Mahanon would have given anything, anything in the world, to be handed the key to.

"...Where I am going is terrible."

Rook chuckles, a helpless little mixture of frustration and relief and adoration that Mahanon could have written the book on.

"I'm from Minrathous. Wherever you’re going will be a holiday."

Solas, in spite of it all, almost smiles. Takes his time pulling away, his hands from Rook’s hands; does not stop Rook from turning to his companions, the young Dalish Warden and the elder Necromancer and the baby griffon, and hugging them each fiercely in turn, quietly saying something to them that’s swallowed up by the crackle of the Veil. Mahanon catches Solas’s bruised, bloodied eye and manages to keep it, what passes between them too broken to be laughter, but something that feels like a ghost of it nonetheless. Feels like trekking through the Hinterlands, like drinking from the same canteen of blood-warm water, smelling the clover and watching for bears with the wind and sun in their faces.

“Who would have thought?” he half teases, half wonders.

“Not I, Inquisitor. Not I.”

Mahanon has a thousand things he’d like to say to him in that moment, enough to fill a lifetime...would like to chew him out for stealing the last decade from him, to thank him for every moment, from the Temple of Sacred Ashes right up to this farewell, and with that taken care of, to fill in every gap and crevice in between. But in the end, all he says is...

“Dareth shiral, old friend. Be happy.”

Solas smiles, sincere and gentle, and that will do for the rest of Mahanon's life. Rook finishes his goodbyes and joins the Dread Wolf at his side, not a trace of trepidation or regret to be seen in those quick, clever eyes. Side by side they turn and walk away, until the light of the Fade envelopes them, and takes them where he cannot follow.

Perhaps he gazes after them too long, the tight way in which he swallows too telling, for Morrigan turns to him. “Ahh, Inquisitor...it seems that yet again, in that most curious of ways, we've all ended up precisely where we need to.

Mahanon allows his eyes to linger for just a moment longer on the place where Rook and Solas vanished to begin their new life together. Then, with a bittersweet smile, he says...

“May it always be so.”

And with that, he turns to head back down to the ground, where Dorian is waiting for him.

[lovemybluebully]

A Friend In Need

Inspired by my fellow Tumblr people again as seen here: 😊

https://www.tumblr.com/lovemybluebully/773754398203641856/and-if-in-another-universe-it-is-nicepool-who?source=share

AoA Wolverine is somehow stuck with Nicepool in his universe and although they are the most unlikely of duos it was just too tempting to write a little something with them. 🤣

It's nothing spectacular. Just a drabble really and not as structured as my other fics, but hope you enjoy it anyhow. lol

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

Word Count: 1,829

Nicepool had been jabbering away all day nonstop and it was wearing on the last nerve of the cantankerous Weapon X.

In an attempt at scaring him into shutting up Wolverine lunged with all claws extended, knowing that Wade would get out of the way in time as this was a daily occurrence. But unfortunately, when Wade did move Wolverine got himself into a pickle. He'd thrown his full weight into that lunge and now his claws were lodged into the wall, and he couldn't pull them out.

Wade walked up behind him to glance over his shoulder to get a good look at the situation.

"Aw would you look at that. See what happens? If only you were a little nicer and not always trying to stab me. Kindness really goes a long way in- "

"Will you just shut the fuck up and let me think here?! It's your fuckin' mouth that's got me into this situation!

"Actually it was your questionable mental stability and unprovoked rage towards me that got you into this if you want to be accura- "

"Didn't I tell you to SHUT UP?!"

Wolverine is beyond annoyed that not only did he not succeed in getting Nicepool to stop talking, but now he's stuck in the wall and looking like a complete idiot. He starts snarling and jerking his arms to try to wrench the claws free, but they don't seem to budge. Wade just watches his struggle in silence for a minute before stepping forward to offer his assistance.

"I think this would be a lot more effective if we worked together. You pull while I pull you. Simple concept, right? Are you ready? Just let me get a good grip here..."

He reached out to grab his trapped companion under his arms when suddenly Wolverine jerks and immediately shakes him off.

"Don't FUCKIN' touch me! I'll deal with it myself!"

Wade failed to notice his uneasiness and thinks he's just being his usual ornery self.

"Nonsense Logan, everyone needs help sometimes and there's no shame in that. So no need for the macho loner bit and just let your pal, Wade, help you out."

Before Wolverine can protest the hands have gripped underneath his arms again and he's fails to hold in a very audible snort as the unfamiliar shivers run through him. He tries to control himself but is unable to resist as he frantically twists his body to try to get the hands off of him.

"Hey you, quit being stubborn and let me help. I know it's a hard concept for you to understand, but that's something that friends do for each other."

Wade doesn't relent and follows around with the writhing man, fingers digging in to keep their grip on the sides of his chest.

"Get your damn hands offa me! Let gohoho!"

Logan cursed inwardly as that chuckle escapes him, fighting to keep back a smile, but Wade had heard the outburst and looked at him in confusion.

"Did you just laugh? I've never heard you do that. Do you find something funny about this? How about letting me in on the joke, big guy? Geez, you're so squirmy. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were....."

Nicepool trails off as he finally realizes the source of Wolverine's unexplainable behavior with a predatory smile lighting up across his face.

"Oh I get it now! How did I not see this earlier?! You're just ticklish!"

Dread builds up throughout Logan's entire body with his first instinct being to deny it.

"No, I'm fuckin' not!"

"Oh yes, you fricking are! You know what? I think we should use this to our benefit. I'll bet you'll pull free in a jiff once I really start tickling you."

Logan's eyes almost bulged out of his head at hearing that.

"NO!! Just get away from me! I'm not fucking around, Wade! I will stab you for real this time!"

The fearsome Weapon X hadn't felt this feeling in a long time. It was panic.

"Aww well if you're going to do that then you're going to need the use of your claws, silly goose. And currently they look pretty stuck to me. Now let's get them out of there together so you can go back to stabbing to your heart's content."

All of Wade's fingers buzzed to life and began wriggling and massaging into the wide-open armpits as Wolverine roared out in anger and futilely tried to pull his arms down for protection.

Weapon X was unfortunately just as sensitive as any of his other counterparts, but he'd never had it used against him like this, especially when he was unable to really do anything about it. He is already sans a hand and being trapped like this is almost like he is now missing both of them since he has no way to defend himself.

All he could do was thrash about with his snarling and deep growls being the only thing keeping him from breaking into humiliating noises. The last thing he ever wanted was for someone else to get the best of him and he was fighting it with everything he had in him, determined to get free before the inevitable happened.

"This is such a good plan, wouldn't you agree? And I get to kill two birds with one stone here. I've always wanted to make you laugh. Even getting just a smile out of you has been Mission Impossible. You don't need to hold it back, you know? It's just the two of us here."

He dug around in his armpits for a few more seconds before he moved down to the ribs, causing Logan to snort from the unexpected change in spots as he desperately clung to keeping himself contained. The way the fingers wiggled into the sensitive places between his rib bones was almost unbearable, and to make matters worse and embarrass him even further, Wade had started to playfully tease him.

"Aww come oooon.....Let's hear it.....I won't die happy unless I know what your laugh sounds like...Coochie coochie coo.....I'm just going to keep tickle tickle tickling until you give it up...."

Logan couldn't stand being trapped there and having to listen to Nicepool's ramblings any longer as he attempted to tell him off through gritted teeth.

"I swear.....if ya don't.....shut your- "

This of course was a huge mistake.

Wade's hands flew down and started mercilessly kneading into Logan's taut belly as the typically menacing man's knees instantly buckled from the overwhelming tickling sensations. He was beyond disgruntled to realize that he absolutely could not take it.

Before he knew it, he had broken down into helpless laughter as he fell to his knees trying to get away, though it just put him in a more vulnerable position with his arms suspended at an awkward angle above him.

"Bwaahahahaha! Dahahammit! Cuhuhut it ouuut!"

Wade was now grinning from ear to ear as he leaned down to continue clawing at the man's stomach.

"There we go. See? That's not so bad. Oooh you're tickly all over, aren't you? We keep this up and I'm confident you'll be free in no time!"

"Fuhuhuckin' stahahahap-aahahahaha, y-you useless wahahaaste ohohof flehehehesh!"

"Useless? How could you say that? We're making great progress! I think I saw your claws move at least a millimeter. So do not fret, I'm going to put in all my effort. You can count on me!"

Logan found he could barely get a word in through his uncontrollable laughter as Wade's good-intentioned but tormenting fingers drove him wild. He positively loathed the fact that he had been reduced to such an embarrassing, helpless state and wanted nothing more than to wring Wade's neck for getting him into all of this. But that would all have to wait. First, he needed to get himself freed.

Logan pulled hard on his arms and began throwing his whole body weight in the opposite direction, feeling a glimmer of hope as the wall creaked from the exertion. Though he temporarily lost his momentum, squirming desperately and letting out some involuntary higher-pitched giggles once Wade's fingers dug into his hips on his lower stomach area. Naturally Wade was amused by his reaction and kept up his attack on the sensitive spots.

"Waahaadeeheeheehehehe! Nooohohohohoooo! Gonna kihihihihill yaahahahhahahhaahaah!"

"I don't think you will. You're going to be so happy that I helped you escape that you won't even be thinking about murder. You'll see."

Wade noticed that Logan had stopped trying to pull free and was now only attempting to pathetically curl up and guard his stomach, wheezing desperately from how hard he was laughing.

"Aw what's the matter? Is that too much for you? Did I find your weak spot?"

Even though he thought it was totally adorable how helpless the man looked he eased up and moved back to squeezing his ribcage as Wolverine found his strength again and staggered to his feet before he again was violently thrashing and yanking at his arms.

"Sssss.....Staaahahahahahaap! N-Nohoho mohore of thihihihiiis! Hahahahaahaahah! Juhuhuhust fuhuhuhuckin' leheheheeave me!"

Logan managed to pitifully gasp out as he squirmed like mad and put a foot against the wall to aid in his extraction attempts.

"I'm afraid that's not my M.O. I will never abandon a friend in need. I'm with you until the end!"

Nicepool smiled with blissful ignorance, unable to comprehend that his "help" was not wanted in the least while Logan was practically at his wits end.

"I'll gihihihive yahaha 'til the cohohount of- !"

As he uttered those last words his claws finally came free, instantly retracting into his body as the force of his struggle sent them both hurtling backwards with Logan landing on top of Wade, the weight of his bulk squeezing the air out of Wade's lungs.

As Wade regained his breath, Logan swiftly rolled off of him to stand up. He then reached down and grabbed Wade by the front of his suit, lifting him off the ground to growl ferociously into his face.

"I'm gonna give ya one, and only one warning.....Do not ever EVER fucking do that again."

"Is that a request or a demand? Because I think you could benefit from having a laugh every now and- "

"WILSON....!!"

"Okay okay, fine. No more tickles for the big, grouchy feral with the cutest giggle that I've ever heard."

Wade puts his hand up in the air in concession while crossing fingers behind his back. Weapon X seemed somewhat satisfied with that and roughly set him back down with a glare before turning to walk away.

"One warning, Wade. That's it."

He hadn't made it ten steps before he felt fingers dancing along his sides again, his eyes bursting into flames as he spun around with claws already deployed.

"You're fucking dead!!"

"It was wooooorth iiiiit!"

The last thing that could be heard were the snarls of one pissed off Weapon X along with Wade's screams of pain.

[girls-alias]

Diner - Dean Winchester

Title: Diner - Dean Winchester Words: 1,622 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW:

Prompt:

Dean watching you work at your diner and he smiles every time you look at him.

I adjusted my hair in the mirror as my hair sat beneath my work cap. I smiled at my reflection before leaving the work bathroom. I work in a diner that was famous years ago for something mediocre but folks around here are sentimental and think that makes us famous forever. We're quite a big diner but it's all about the atmosphere and we have an abundance of that. Everyone is pleasant and good to work with, no one argues, and no one sexually harasses you but the best part about working at Dino's Diner is all the different people you meet going about their travels. 

Today seemed like any other day. I walked through the kitchen with a bright smile on my face. "Hey, guys," I called through to the kitchen staff who greeted me before continuing their conversation. I walked to the main computer and clocked in before tying my apron and greeting the manager. 

"You know the drill. You're on the left side," He informed me with a smile making me laugh. It's all routine. The same thing every day but I like the repetition. It's predictable. The day was going by, as usual, greeting, seating, serving and parting but the day was soon changed when my fellow waitress, Trish, approached me behind the bar with a wide smile. 

"What you smiling about?" I asked suspiciously looking her over. 

"You've caught someone's attention," She commented with a smirk. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, she chuckled as she gestured with her eyes over her tables. I gave them a glance over to see that I made eye contact with an extremely attractive man. He had a pen to his lips and instantly smiled. I smiled back to be polite and played it cool. Not that I was very good at that. I looked to Trish who smirked and pretended to do work while she stood beside me. "I've been trying to get his attention for hours and you walk in and have it in seconds." She commented making me roll my eyes. "You're hot and ignore it, why?" She added making me laugh.

"You only say that because you know me." I chuckled. Everyone always says I am a funny and reliable friend. I would drop anything for someone I love. 

"Well, that guy doesn't seem to think so," She mocked making me laugh. I shook my head and walked away. I kept myself busy by working but found myself wondering about the guy. I kept checking over. Sometimes he was copying something from a book, other times he was watching me but every time my eyes met his he did the most amazing smile. A smile I knew I wanted. I began thinking of who he might be. Copying from a book suggested a student but he didn't look like one. I stood behind the bar sorting out some cutlery pots when Trish hurried towards me. 

"I really need the bathroom can you take the bill to table 13?" She asked in a hurry practically just running past me. I didn't even have time to agree before she disappeared through the staff doors. I laughed and grabbed the bill for 13. The table was just behind the attractive man's table so went around him hoping to get a closer look. Yep, definitely the most handsome man I've ever seen. Table 13 gave me their payment and I waved them out of the door. As I was about to walk back to the bar I saw the man looking around, probably looking for me. I smiled. He doesn't know I'm behind him.

"Looking for something?" I asked walking into his line of sight. He didn't seem to get a fright but looked up at me with a wide smile. 

"Yeah, I'm looking for the courage to ask for your number," He replied, pretty smoothly I might add. I thought about it. I know for a fact he's going to leave here with it but better play a little hard to get. He has the kind of eyes that could get me naked in seconds but he's not allowed to know that. Well, not yet. 

"Hundreds of men come in here a day and some ask that same question, why should I say yes to you?" I asked with a smile. 

"Because I'm adorable," He commented pulling a face like I was blind making me laugh. 

"But if you know you're adorable then how do I know you're not the sleeping around kind of guy?" I asked with a soft smile. His smile grew at the challenge. 

"I guess you'll just have to take a chance," He replied softly. I smiled at his answer.

"I'm Y/N" I added putting my hand out for him to shake. 

"Dean," He shook my hand and smirked. I couldn't help but smile. I got my order pad out and wrote down my number and showed it to him. He went to grab it but I smirked as I pulled it away. 

"You have to earn it," I shrugged as I placed the paper in my back pocket and walked away with a smirk. Admittedly shaking my hips slightly as I walked and continued to work. Trish was just leaving the staff room when I made it to the bar. We exchanged a smile. 

"Table 13's tip," I explained as I handed her the change and walked away. I finished up sorting out the cutlery pots and found that Dean hadn't stopped smiling but whenever we made eye contact he smiled a kind of goofy and teeth-baring smile like he couldn't hold it back. I couldn't help but do the same. I tried not to make eye contact with him and as the night progressed I was getting better at stealing glances without him noticing. 

"See you later, Y/N," Trish called with her coat and bag on. Dean and Carl, A regular trucker, were the only ones left inside. 

"Oh, you finished?" I asked but it was obvious. I could feel Dean's eyes on me. 

"Yeah, Management's letting me go home early, you can hold the fort for half an hour?" She questioned making me smile. 

"Yeah, no problem. Have a good night, have some wine for me," I commented making her laugh. 

"I sure will, and talk to that guy," She replied making me laugh. "Night," She called back as she began to exit making sure to suggestively say goodbye to Dean. Dean's eyes never left mine as she walked by, Trish was disappointed so once she was behind him she pretended to have a tantrum making me laugh. Dean was curious as to what I was laughing at and so turned around. Trish stopped but he had caught her, she chuckled nervously before leaving making me laugh harder. I tried covering my laughter but struggled and it took a while for me to compose myself. I finished cleaning up all the tables before realising I had no other work to do so walked over and took a seat in front of Dean. He instantly put his pen down and gave me his full attention. 

"So, you've officially been here for 7 hours, I think it's a record," I commented making him chuckle. 

"What can I say? I like the atmosphere, the people, the view and the coffee," He replied making me laugh.  

"What are you writing?" I asked looking over the books in front of him. 

"A book... about monsters," He answered pessimistically. My eyebrows knitted together a little. "It's about a guy who has to hunt monsters and demons to keep a pretty waitress' like you alive," He added making me laugh. 

"Oh, yeah? What happens in the end?" I asked with a smile staring deep into his eyes. He chuckles. 

"Haven't written that part yet," He replied smoothly. I couldn't help but smile. I nodded slightly as I leaned forward pulling my number out of my pocket. Dean was smiling from ear to ear as I placed the paper on the table and slid it towards him. He looked at me like I had handed him billions of dollars. 

"You'll have to let me know how the book ends," I shrugged making him chuckle. He bit his lip as he nodded. "Don't lose it," I joked making him laugh. He picked the paper up and put it in his front pocket. 

"I wouldn't dream of it," He added making me smile a little wider. He seems goofy. The bell above the door grabbed my attention showing new customers. Two truckers would often come in. 

"Hey, guys, take a seat I'll be over in a minute," I instructed as I stood up and started tucking my chair in. "Since you have my number and your coffee mug is full can I get you anything else?" I asked sweetly, his smile never fading. 

"Don't suppose you have apple pie?" He asked sounding a little disheartened. 

"We do actually, it's just not on the menu," I replied making him smile but also look confused. 

"Any reason?" He asked. 

"Well, I make the apple pies from scratch and I can't make enough for the whole restaurant so it's reserved for the kind of regulars," I explained making his eyes widen. 

"You bake apple pies... You're marriage material," He commented making me laugh. 

"One apple pie coming up," I announced making him laugh again. 

"Ooh, make that three," A trucker added making me chuckle as I nodded and walked to the kitchen. I returned with their pies and as I placed Dean's in front of him he spoke. 

"Go out with me," He said sounding sheepishly dominant. I smiled and nodded. 

"I finish in 10 minutes," 

[cricky-butspicy]

i didnt even think about how we could ask about side characters; can we learn more about officer manuel?

Yes! in my blog's pinned post, it says all of the characters you can ask about! I'll even let you ask about characters not listed that you may be interested in, and I'll try to tell what I can about them, but I definitely can't promise very good answers if they aren't listed because I haven't thought about them!

But our Officer Manuel deserves a little attention! Let's see what I can tell you about him! A lot of this is described in a comment I put together on AO3, so if it feels familiar, that's why!

Officer Ruben Manuel, at your service. One of the first things I can tell you about this man, is that he is tired and really addicted to the horribly strong coffee in his stations break room that will probably be his downfall is reader doesn't give him that heart attack first. He's getting too old for this job, and it's exhausting him. He just wants to spend time with his family and finally retire away from this stupid college town, but that retirement doesn't seem to be coming anytime soon for him.

He's 5'8, mixed, has some darker hazel eyes and has short salt and pepper hair and a mustache with some nicer sideburns. He's honestly around 55-ish years old, not really that old, but old enough that the job is taking its toll, especially since being in the force from the very beginning of his career around 20. He has constant eye bags and a look of misery about him that only disappears at emergency scenes when he's trying to take care of a panicked individual. Otherwise, he looks like he doesn't want to be here, and it's because that's true.

He is a husband with a beautiful wife and three kids that are all fairly older now and are probably all adults by now, and he is one of the most important officers in his unit and in the town. He is two steps down from being top dog around, and he really would like to not climb the ranks any further. He's been in this unit for years, a seasoned officer, and this town has always been where he has worked. He has seen some shit running around this college-run town, but nothing compares to the insanity that is these mass murders that KEEP HAPPENING with hardly a single drop of a lead. It's wearing him thin fast, and honestly, so is the reader.

He usually is put in charge of "problem children" that other officers can't get a hold of. He basically holds the leashes of his fellow officers and all of the most troublesome college kids you could imagine. He goes to most serious emergency calls, even when he's not on duty because of the nagging feeling it's his responsibility. He is very overworked and very underpaid. He is no longer as young as he used to be, really kind of past his prime. His knees hurt him a lot of the time, which is just dangerous for an active officer seeing as if he had to chase someone, he probably couldn't do it for long like he used to be able to do. He much prefers the office work nowadays, which says something.

Officer Manuel is in charge of the reader and has been since the first spree. You unfortunately were only put under him because of the strangeness of your case and the unwillingness of his lower ranked officers to take on basically someone that could be not one but TWO major serial killer's target or bait. They want the big dogs to take care of that, and that means Officer Manuel gets your sorry ass and everything that comes with that along with his whole huge plate that has been dumped and piled on with all of these different responsibilities that he needs to constantly keep up with and check on. You sometimes slip under his radar because he is simply a very unfortunately busy man.

His extra strength black coffee is probably the main reason his eye twitches besides all of the dumb kids in his life. Don't worry, the coffee machine "breaks" sometimes and is taken away to get "fixed." (His fellow officers fear the day he drinks one too many cups and hide it for a few days on him to let his body get a break. It works, but he's never happy about it. He becomes a grouch, more so than usual.)

Due to having to work with a lot of problem students, he's close with the people that run the college. He's herding their problem students and keeping them at bay for them, so they appreciate him, and honestly he keeps some of their heads on properly with these murder cases.

He wants to believe in the good of the reader. They just seem like a kid that's had a horrible string of luck that keeps crushing them at every turn, but he finds you suspicious at the least because of the circumstances. There is no way a regular person in a situation like this would make it this far the way you have. He wants to treat you kindly, you're just a kid to him, but sometimes he has to do his job and be a bit of an ass to do that. Trust me when I say, this man hates doing it, especially to college students that just don't seem to deserve it. Reminds him too much of his own kids.

I hope that gave you a little glimpse at Officer Manuel! A good man at heart truly, just an unfortunate job to do and an unfortunate circumstance.

[bugsysaboy]

Alright, fellow 5 Kite stans, I got some more headcanons to submit to the council for approval.

(Aka headcanons post part 2, electric boogaloo. Reposting because I have more thoughts)

No content warnings, sfw

-actually understands cybersecurity, his passwords are all unique and actually random combinations of numbers and letters and somehow he never forgets which password goes where (never writes it down, either.)

-speaking of writing...

-my man CANNOT write poetry. Very bad at it. Painfully bad at it.

-he's really good at drawing animals! However! He is somehow 100 percent incapable of drawing people.

-he will sing for someone he loves and nobody else. If you drag him to karaoke, nothing will get him on stage.

-His singing voice is warm and quiet, healing to listen to when you lay against his chest.

-if you sing for him, his heart will melt. It doesnt matter if you are or aren't a good singer; he'll love every moment of it. (Not even necessarily in a romantic sense, he just finds it endearing.)

-favorite color is powder blue

-favorite smell is lavender

-and his favorite tea is chamomile lavender tea

-you ever look at someone and can instantly tell they have stomach issues? Yeah.

-no matter what, he is always at least a lil bit confused when he wakes up. It doesn't matter if he fell asleep in his own bed, he's gonna wake up like "???" and will never know where he is. Takes him a solid minute to actually gather his bearings, too. Don't try to start a conversation with him when he wakes up; he's not gonna process a single thing that you say.

- this dude is s t u b b o r n

- That being said, one thing he is good about doing is admitting when he fucked up. Like, can he be a bit overconfident and prideful at times? Yes, but when he's humbled or makes a mistake, he'll own up to it without hesitation.

- when he's flustered he pulls down his hat!!!

-if he really loves someone he might just stare at them for a long time, which sounds cute in theory but in practice he's just watching you sleep or staring at you from the other side of the room with an unreadable expression on his face and it's!!! Unnerving! But we love him for that <3

-...he doesnt realize it's unnerving

-in my last post I said he would like soup but also! This dude would rock with congee so hard.

-doesn't cry easily, not in the "I'm trying to disconnect myself from my emotions" kind of way but more in the sense that it just takes a lot for him to tear up. He's a very resilient individual, and things don't tend to throw him off.

-Firm believer in the saying of "fall down seven times, get up eight."

-On the rare occasions that he does cry, he's beautiful when he cries; his face is slightly flushed and the tears fall gracefully down his cheeks. He doesn't tend to make any noise and will just stare off into space.

-He also just can't seem to cry in front of other people easily.

-he had very slight esotropia of his right eye. His bottom lashes are disproportionately thick, but also his eyebrows are sparse.

-He has a few very faint freckles on his nose and cheeks, the kind you can only see when you shine a light directly onto his skin and look very closely.

-he has a slight overbite

-and prominent dark circles, the kind that come from poor vascular circulation.

-AND SPEAKING OF CIRCULATION

-DUDE'S HANDS ARE ALWAYS ICE COLD.

-IT'S LIKE TOUCHING COLD METAL WHEN YOU SHAKE HIS HAND.

-THE KIND OF COLD THAT CAN MAKE YOU FLINCH.

-but hey

-cold hands are an excuse to hold hands.

[bre1995]

Fellow Travelers Quotes

Now some of these are my favorite quotes/interactions, but also these are some that just get me no matter how many times I watch the show.

(And yes I did watch all 8 episodes again just for this 🤭🩷)

Hawk: May I ask you a personal question? is this uh.. is this milk drinking a habit of yours?

Hawk: Down, boy, I'm no Red.

Hawk: I'll spend the afternoon picturing you kneeling in prayer.

Tim: Hawkins Z. Fuller. I'd love to know what the "Z' stands for.

H: Zebadiah.

Tim: Zedbadiah?

Hawk: Don't start

Tim: I'm your boy, right? Hmm?

Hawk: Well, well.

Tim: And your boy wants to go to the party.

Hawk: How much does he want to go?

Hawk: Now, show me what my boy really wants.

Tim: I committed mortal sins for you.

Hawk: Oh, here we go.

Tim: I could go to hell.

Hawk: Hell's a fantasy, Skippy. So is heaven, the Trinity, democracy, and the holy war against communism.

H: Here comes the sermon. You let me know when I should genuflect.

Tim: You're the coward, not me!

Tim: Unfortunately, the lock is broken.

Hawk: That's top secret, by the way.

Tim: I'll take it to my grave.

Hawk: I'm sorry, that you're dying. That not a single fucking soul gives a shit. And that you didn't knock first.

Tim: What are you - -

Hawk: Your lock's still broken downstairs.

Tim: Where have you been?

Hawk: Doesn't matter. I'm home now.

Hawk: I fell for you the first moment I laid eyes on you. Right away, I was taken by your beauty, but I was won over by your mind. To touch you, to feel your body against mine brought me more happiness than you could ever know. I know you love me. And my feelings for you are deep. But I've always known that we have no real future together...... I don't mean to hurt you. But I think it's better for both of us to part ways.

(Yes I know this is technically the letter, but you can not convince me that these were words towards Tim 100%)

Tim: And that is the last dirty thing I'm ever going to do for you.

Tim: Well, we both know my eyesight is terrible. And maybe the dementia is setting in, but I think Hawkins Fuller is standing in my apartment.

Hawk: Hi, Skippy

Tim: Yeah, it's you.

Tim: Twenty-four hours. That's a long way to travel for Chinese takeout.

Hawk: I've decided to forgive you.

Tim: Forgive me?

Hawk: You haven't called in three weeks.

Tim: Four

Hawk: How do I love thee? Let me count the weeks.

Hawk: Liste, Skippy. I wanna spend the weekend with you. Go back to the office, tell Dragon Lady you don't feel well.

Tim: Is this my birthday present?

Hawk: It's more like an education.

Tim; Educate me.

Hawk: Tim, what do you want?

Tim: I wanna be with you.

Hawk: Ok. Let's go inside.

Tim: No! No. I wanna be with you. Sleep in the same bed with you all night. Not get kicked out at midnight so the neighbors won't see me leaving in the morning! I wanna eat a meal with you like other couples. We've never eaten in a restaurant! Men do eat in restaurants! I could be your cousin.

Hawk: Nephew.

Tim: From the poor side of the family.

Hawk: Obviously.

Hawk: I needed to see you, Skippy. That's all I know.

Tim: Maybe you should give me some lessons.

Hawk: Senator Smith is a good man, Skippy.

Like you.

Hawk: Skippy, everybody lies about somethin'. You and me, we lie about who we sleep with.

Tim: Not "who we sleep with."

Hawk: What?

Tim: It'n not.... who we sleep with. It's who we love.

Hawk: Skippy, just.... Will you give me a chance?

Tim: A chance to do what?

Hawk: To.... To fuck it up again.

Tim: Are you sure?

Hawk: No. I'm not sure of anything anymore.

Tim: If he makes the appointment, we can.

Hawk: What appointment am I making?

Tim: We're going to talk about it later.

Hawk: You're right, Miss Addison. I am wonderful. So why don't you just suffer?

Hawk: Peanut butter.

Tim: They didn't have crunchy?

Hawk: No, I looked.

Tim: What, he's straight? The way that you're straight?

Tim: I can't bear being this happy.

Tim: You know, you've been rather sweet lately.

Hawk: Your Honor, I stand before you accused of being sweet.

Hawk: You trust me?

Don't answer that.

Hawk: Skippy. I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier.

Tim: Hawk. Promise you won't write.

Hawk: I won't.

Hawk: I've never gotten used to this.

Tim: My prison tattoo.

Did you forget that I'm a convicted felon?

Hawk: Nice to see you, Skippy.

Or is it Father Skippy now?

Hawk: So no vow of celibacy then?

Tim: Not yet, but I practice it.

Or try to.

I slip now and then.

Not with somebody.

Hawk: Man's second- best friend.

Tim: I'm in love with someone I can't have.

I can't stop thinking about him.

Father Lawrence: Am I to understand that you have feelings for another man?

Tim: Yes

Father Lawrence: Are you aware that the Church views this as a mortal sin?

Tim: I am. But I don't know how love can be a sin.

Tim: He'll be fine by morning.

Hawk: And you know this how?

Tim: I've experimented.

Tim: Beyond measure.

Frankie: The tragedy is you holding on to him.

Hawk: Pay no attention to these hyenas.

They don't bite.

Berry: Yes, we do.

Hawk: Hi, Skippy

Tim: Hi.

Hawk: A few years.

Tim: Eleven.

Tim: Maybe.... Maybe we should go.

Hawk: No, no, no. Look, no talking. Just like church.

Hawk: Completely?

Tim: Out of the closet. Even to my family.

Hawk: Did they call in an exorcist?

Hawk: They don't need this place.

Tim: Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, you want to hide this house from them.

Because it's on gay Fire Island.

Oh, my God.

Hawk: You are nothing but judgement. You always were. Saint Tim, the fucking holy.

Hawk: Skippy.

Tim: What?

Hawk: Skippy.

Stay with me.

Will you stay with me?

Stay with me.

Tim: Okay.

Okay, you lied.

But you didn't lie about everything.

Did you love him?

Hawk: So much,

Tim: And that love was real.

Tim: You family needs you.

Hawk: Don't you need me, Skippy?

Tim: I have you.

Tim: Maybe I shouldn't care so much.

Rafael: My darling.

There will be people that will say, "You must get over him if you want to be happy," and they will be right.

But it will also be the stupidest thing anyone ever says to you.

Hawk: Tim.

Tim: I woke up last night, and I didn't know where I was.

I knew I was in a hospital, but I couldn't remember.

I didn't know who I was.

Hawk: Timothy David Laughlin.

That adorable Catholic boy from Staten Island.

Tim: Mr. Fuller.

Hawk: Corporal Laughlin.

Tim. You broke your promise.

"Promise you won't write." You wrote.

Hawk: You sent a telegram. Very succinct.

"Hawk. The Hungarian refugees. Do something."

If the Soviets hadn't invaded Hungary, I might never have heard from you.

Tim: The epitome of marital fidelity.

Hawk: I try.

Tim: You bring men here?

Hawk: You'd be the first.

Tim: Don't believe you.

Hawk: Shut up and drink your milk.

The Army made a man out of my Skippy.

Tim: Yeah, it did.

Hawk: Yeah.

He's all grown up now.

Tim: I am.

Hawk: I want you to fuck me.

Tim: Is that a bribe?

To get me to come back?

Hawk: Do I have to bribe you to come back?

Tim: No.

I knew this was going to happen the minute I opened your letter.

Tim: I feel like im fading away.

I'm disappearing a little every day.

Hawk: No, I'm here.

I've got you.

I've got you.

Hawk: Skippy.

I don't suppose you happen to own a tuxedo.

Hawk: What?

Tim: It feels like we're on a date.

Hawk: I should warn you, I may make a pass.

Tim: A girl can hope, can't she?

Hawk: Just to be clear....

Tim isn't Lucy's friend. He's my friend. He just got out of the hospital. I was there with him the whole time. I climbed into his bed and held him.

Hawk: Skippy.

A long time ago, I did something to hurt you. And I think, even being in your life hurt you in some way.

Tim: Hawk.

You don't have....

I spent my whole life, waiting for God to love me. And then I realized the only thing that matters is I love God. It's the same with you. I have loved you my whole life. I've never loved anyone, but you. You were my great, consuming love. And most people don't get one of those.

I did.

I have no regrets.

Tim: Mm. Would you look at that?

Hmm?

In public, and the world didn't come to an end.

Hawk: I want to stay.

Tim: I have to fight this fight.

That means letting go of everything else.

And if you're around, I will not be able to let go.

Hawk: But I wanna show up for you.

Tim: Make it easy for me.

Hawk: Hey, Skippy.

Promise you won't write.

Tim: I won't.

Hawk: Sweetheart.

Kimberly: Hmm?

Hawk: He wasn't my friend.

He was the man I loved.

[leupagus]

Am I writing the Meereen scenes as essentially "1776" with less singing and more threats of burning each other alive? Look,

x

Just then a group entered the library, arguing at and over each other. They were the most unlikely hodgepodge collection of people Tyrion had ever seen in his life: a young man in the rough spun smock favored by Meereen's freedmen, a tall bearded fellow wearing ornate robes that identified him as a member of one of the "great families," a woman dressed in the silk sleeveless tunic of a prostitute, and a half-dozen others, each more surprising than the last.

"All I am saying, my lord Hizdahr," said one woman, wearing a flowing dress and the choker that signaled her status as a Red Priestess, "is that your ridiculous notion of religious 'persecution' is so broad as to render any religious judgement meaningless!"

The tall bearded one slammed the door shut behind them and followed the group as it meandered its way over to a large oval table near a window, piled high with scrolls and books and half-written sheets of paper. "And all I am saying, my lady Kinvara, is that reducing the population via pyrotechnics is directly contradictory to achieving peace and stability, as well as freedom for all Meereenese!"

"Both of you shut up," sighed the man in the smock as they all settled into what seemed to be their usual seats. Thus far none of them had taken notice of either their queen or of him. One of the group, an old man with a white beard and a limp, got up almost immediately to totter over to one of the bookshelves, pulling out an alarming number of tomes with a thoughtful expression on his face. "And stop calling each other 'my lord' and 'my lady' when you're irritated, it makes my hands itch and I just want to wrap them around your throats."

"And you would be free to do so, were we followers of the Drowned God," snapped the one called Hizdahr as he rose to his feet, striding over to the old man and taking the pile of books. This evidently didn't put much of a damper on his ability to argue, however, as he twisted round to glare at the Red Priestess. "Any blood shed by a faith is fine, so long as it's your own devout you're killing? That seems to be your definition of 'religious freedom.'"

"Does the Drowned God punish its criminals by strangling them?" asked a young person surrounded by papers, fingers blue from ink and scribbling madly. "I thought it would be. Well. Drowning."

This seemed to side-track the conversation for a bit, and Daenerys moved away toward the door at the opposite end of the library.

"Who in the hells are they?" asked Tyrion as he followed her, before remembering his audience and wincing.

"Meereen's new Governance Charter Council," replied Daenerys, looking torn between annoyance and amusement. "They're drawing up a new system of laws and regulations for the city, as well as a system to choose their leaders."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. It still does," she added, somewhat reluctantly. "But tyranny has its advantages."

"For the tyrant, certainly," he agreed, and winced again.

Fortunately, she laughed. "Certainly. But I mean for everyone. A just form of government will still fail its people, after all. And then who do they blame? Themselves, for choosing their own leaders? At least with me, Meereen has someone to hate."

"Do they hate you?" asked Tyrion, somewhat surprised. Granted, he'd not had much chance to mingle among the hoi polloi, but the crowd at the fighting pits had seemed quite approving of their new queen.

"They don't love me."

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "Well, love. That always fades in the end, doesn't it?"

"Does it?" Daenerys looked thoughtful. They had arrived at the other door and a librarian opened it for them. She did not bow, he noted; simply nodded and closed the door behind them. Daenerys seemed not even to notice, mulling over his question as though it had been a serious one.

[siritrash]

☆Sweet☆

♡Akutagawa x GN!Reader♡

♡Oneshot♡

Warnings: possible bad grammer/writing, You/Your being used to address reader, Slight angst (?) But has fluff at the end, implied injures, bandages, casts, possible OOC Akutagawa, and definitely not proofread.

This takes place right after the end of season 1. This can be read as platonically or romantically.

A/N: This is my first one-shot I'm posting ever on my tumbler. It's probably wattpad material since I don't think I'm the greatest at writing stories to be completely honest. I haven't written all that much, probably the last time I wrote a fanfiction was like when I was in middle school. I was also writing this at midnight, so it's most likely pretty bland. I mostly wrote this since I had an idea in my mind in the middle of the night, and I just went for it.

♤♤♤

Annoying birds could be heard chirping this bright morning and the high-pitched beating from a heart monitor, too. It was not usual to hear each morning to many, but it has become too familiar in your daily routine.

The sickly white bedsheets blended with Akutagawa's complexion, as he lay on an uncomfortable-looking bed. He was wrapped with bandages, and you could have sworn that he would be able to beat the infamous bandaged wasting machine from the Armed Detective Agency. It has been a few days since Akutagawa came to be here. And only a couple of days before he had awoken. Yet he hasn’t said a thing, not even to the nurses that had been nursing him back to health. Nor to you, who have been coming to visit every morning and every night.

It wasn’t uncommon for Akutagawa to not speak to his fellow peers, but something to you felt off about his silence. It was like he had something on his mind, yet he dared not say what it was. Although recently, there had been some progress, even though his only responses were groans and annoyed huffs.

Another day of you sitting on the chair beside the port mafia’s black dog. He still doesn't dare to speak up or take any action to look at you. He just stares at the wall in thought, as his mind goes into turmoil. His mind went to his last confrontation with the weretiger that happened not so long ago. Even he couldn’t deny what he had felt. Once Atsushi brought his final blow to Akutagawa, he felt like he failed again. He failed again to take down Atsushi. He failed to live up to Dazai’s expectations. And he failed himself. He was foolish and weak. At least, that is what Akutagawa told himself.

Even though he thought he was secretive about his own emotions, you could read him like a book sometimes. Not all the time, but that face he made as he looked at that boring old wall that had chipped paint across it, could tell you all you needed to know.

“You look a little more sour than yesterday.” You leaned your elbow on the armrest of the dingy chair you sat on. Your hand prompts up your head as your gaze meets the side of the pale man's cheek. “And I thought yesterday was already sour enough.”

Akutagawa rolls his eyes in annoyance. You always had the weirdest ways of explaining his emotions. If he could, he would slap his hand to his forehead if he had the energy to. Yet again, he stayed quiet as you rambled about.

“How have you been so far? Feeling any better recently?”

No answer.

“Can you shake your head yes or no? If it’s easier for you…”

Yet again, no answer. It seems like he was completely absorbed in his own thoughts. It looks like another day of him not speaking to you, or anyone for that matter. Even if Dazai came into this room right now to give him praise, Akutagawa won’t even acknowledge his mentor's presence.

You let out a small sigh as you realized there will probably be no progress for today with Akutagawa. You reached into your bag, bringing out a small box, placing it on the side table nearest to his bed.

“I got something for you. I don’t know if you would like it, since I’m not sure how they taste… Make sure to not let the nurses know I snuck it in, okay?”

He gave you no reaction to the sudden gift, maybe he was still stuck in his mind. So you gave up for today, of finally being able to talk to the man. You got up and headed to the infirmary door, but not before looking back, hoping that maybe, just maybe he would say something to you. Just something, anything, even if it was just one word.

But yet still nothing.

“I’ll come back later to check up on you. Don’t try anything while I’m gone, okay?”

Still no answer. You then left the infirmary, carefully closing the door as you headed out.

As you left, Akutagawa finally looked somewhere other than the wall in front of him. First, he looked at the door you left through, and then his gaze went to the box that sat on the bedside table. With his one free hand that wasn’t in a stiff cast. He reached over and picked up the small box. He shook it a bit, to hear rumbling inside like there were small little pieces jumping around. As he opened it up, it was small pieces of lightly coated sugar figs inside.

He took one out of the container and popped it into his mouth.

“...It’s sweet…”

He mumbled out while taking another small fig peice out of the small box.

♤♤♤

A/N: If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Idk if this was any good, and if you have any constructive criticism, I would like to hear it. I definitely want to improve on my writing skills and make some small fanfics every now and then.

[pardi-real]

Tarot of Destiny / Chapter 9 - Our Star of Hope

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[Maginaria, Fire Temple]

We arrived at a place called the 'Fire Temple' as Nac led me there. Just as the name suggests, flames flickered throughout the temple, giving off a somewhat magical beauty.

Nac: "Fufufu… This power spot has a magnificent ambiance, fitting for conveying one's feelings.  ...My lord, please take a look at my tarot card right away. The card I received is... 'The Star' in ‘reversed position’. 

This card signifies... 'Loss of hope' and 'Fear of failure to take action,' among other things. Indeed, it's a card that suits me.  I am the opposite of a beautiful star, a tainted individual... Hope and success are distant entities to me. 

The reason I always valued beauty... was because I understood that I was far from being 'beautiful' myself. This scarred body and dark past... Someone like me could never hope to be accepted by those I hold dear.  That is why I concealed my ugly self... and planned to live forever behind a mask.

However… despite all, my lord… you accepted me as I am. You gave me hope when I believed that someone like me would never be accepted by people important to them. Thus... as long as my lord is by my side... even if this 'star' known as me loses its shine... my lord will provide me with light. I have nothing but gratitude for such a lord. 

My lord. Please continue to allow me to serve by your side, and with your beautiful radiance... continue to illuminate my existence..."

> "Nac..."

Nac's eyes conveyed his sincere feelings. Watching him... I couldn't help but feel the deep sense of gratitude he was expressing.

Nac: "Fufu... If I could, there are still more words I'd like to convey to you, my lord... but there are others waiting after this, so I'll hold back for today. Also… I'm a bit concerned about Lamli's staring."

> "Eh... Lamli?"

Lamli: "Hmph~......"

Nac: "Lamli, refrain from taking a peek from the shadows."

Lamli: "Huh? Wait, are you talking to me? I had earplugs in, so I couldn't hear well. Just a sec... Okay, I'm good now. So, Nac are you done talking?"

Nac: "Yes. It's your turn now, Lamli. However... couldn't you have waited until I called you? When conveying emotions, it should be just me and my lord.  That was the agreement, wasn't it?"

Lamli: "But I was worried Nac might do something rude to my lord. Besides... I had earplugs in, so it's fine!"

Nac: "What do you mean by 'fine'? Good heavens... I bid my farewell here, but please, Lamli, ensure you don't do anything disrespectful to my lord."

Lamli: "Don't worry! Just don’t peek, okay?"

Nac: "I certainly wouldn’t. And I’d rather not hear it from you.  ...Anyways... my apologies, my lord.  If anything happens, please call me immediately. I'll rush to you faster than a shooting star."

Lamli: "Sure, sure. If you’re a shooting star then you should vanish already."

Nac: "Well then... Excuse me, my lord."

Clack… clack…

Lamli: "Good grief... Why did Nac get the 'Star' card~? While I got the 'Hanged Man’ card! Shouldn’t it be the other way around?"

> "Hanged Man?"

Lamli: "Yeah! My card is ‘The Hanged Man' in 'upright position'. There's a guy hanging upside down on it, looks eerie, but... it doesn't seem to have such a negative meaning. It's more like ‘reflecting on oneself and rebirth.' 

Fufu. It might actually express me well. After meeting you, my lord... There are clear changes in me from before!"

> "Changes?"

Lamli: "Yes! For example, my attitude towards battles. Before... I honestly didn't care much about fighting. I mean, I think the 'mission to protect humanity' is important, but... I'm not so selfless… to risk my life to protect people who hate me. 

Of course, I wanted to help my fellow butlers... and wanted to be of use to Master Lucas, but... there are many people stronger than me, including Master Lucas... I thought, 'Isn't it okay if I don't try so hard?' 

But... when my lord came to the mansion... this person alone... made me want to protect them by my own.  However... due to my lack of strength, I was often excluded from dangerous expeditions... I began to feel that I wasn't enough to protect the people I care about... 

Fufu. I've been working hard in training lately! In the last mock battle... I managed to push Nac to take things a bit seriously! That never happened before. It means that I've grown stronger, right?

Right now, my life is the most enjoyable! Ever since my lord came... I've had many enjoyable memories and a lot to look forward to in the future! It's all thanks to my lord! Thank you so much, my lord!  I'll always, always... love my lord!"

> "Thank you, Lamli"

Lamli, who conveyed his feelings, looked at me with satisfaction. He seemed to overflow with the feeling of ‘wanting to stay here forever’... 

But considering Lucas was coming up... he reluctantly left the scene, while seemingly cherishing the moment.

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[spoocys-glade-of-dreams]

Been having some chats with friends and fellow roleplay partners lately about how I portray CLH Rayman/Ramon. Seeing a post from a fellow Captain Laserhawk fan earlier inspired me to make a post about how I portray the guy.

The way I write Ramon is that yes, he's got a bit of a gruff attitude and mostly wants to be left alone but if you put him around those he trusts, he tends to show a softer side. He's not afraid to be silly around his friend circles. He's even willing to let those he trusts call him by his name and won't correct him when they don't call him Ramon. Behind closed doors he is a colossal goofball and you can see some traits he shares with canonical Rayman. He allows his friends to tease him. He will take it in stride. (Unless you are Murfy, then he gets the newspaper and starts beating him with it after a certain point.)

Ramon adores kids still. If you put that man next to a little kid that shows they want to be friends with the guy, he melts! He'll spend so much time entertaining the kid before he has to head out. Always breaks his heart when they have to leave.

Put him with a romantic partner and he still goes head over heels for them like his canon counterpart and even when he was still a show host. He still keeps a lot of those goofy traits when you put him in a relationship. Giggle fits? Constantly getting heart or star eyes? Will literally go to pieces? Yes. He can be protective of his partner, but when you put him in a position where they are in trouble, he does a lot of crying and worrying over them. He also knows how to use puppy dog eyes against them and WILL use them.

Ramon is a lot weaker than his canonical counterpart due to losing most of his power after he fled Dimension X. The only power he's got left is his helicopter hair which he used frequently to escape dangerous situations. He cannot use his helicopter hair as effectively when his hair is slicked back, so he will flip it back into the tuft position to use it. His punch is as weak as when the Robot Pirates destroyed the heart of the world back in Rayman 2. He had to rely on the guns because he cannot throw a punch like he used to. He has to train to get that back. He can still lift quite a bit, but that does not compare to his weak punch.

He still has a few of the bad habits, but after a certain point, he tries to get them under control. He's smoking a lot less thanks to friends buying him either gum or hard candies to curb the cravings. He's not drinking as much and it takes a LOT for the guy to have a relapse. He doesn't drink anything stronger than wine, cans/bottles of beer, or champagne on special occasions. He's completely off the hard drugs.

Ramon loves music. Sometimes you'll hear him sing when he's doing household chores. When you put a guitar in his hand he will play for hours, especially when he's got a lot on his mind. He does have a tendency to get so lost in the playing that he won't realize his fingers are raw until you get him to stop playing. He'll then go hunt down an ice pack from the freezer.

He still loves food and sweets. He still eats quite a bit. Good way to snap him out of a slump is to get him some food. Going out of your way to either cook for him or get him some take out would mean the world for the guy. Getting him some sweets also brings a huge smile to his face.

The Ramon I wrote actually got away with killing the board of directors and rescuing Bullfrog. A lot of his work for the resistance is covered up by Eden because they don't want word getting out that an imposter/copy Rayman is running around. So they are trying to catch him quietly. Anyone coming forward to report his crimes are usually silenced or told "There is no imposter Rayman." If that news got out, it would not look good for Eden or the current replacement voice. Evidence is altered to remove any presence of Ramon or kept as vague as possible.

Despite his current record, there are some places within Eden that will allow him in and will even protect him while he's there. He's earned a number of favors from certain establishments or people within the city for helping them out.

[diskaywrites]

Fluffbruary 2025 On A Wednesday In A Cafe

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 #𝟐𝟎: 𝐂𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐱 𝐍𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 (𝐨𝐜) 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟: 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 (𝐨𝐜), 𝐌𝐜𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐨𝐜) 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟔𝟎𝟕 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 @fluffbruary

"I can't believe Noah just won't tell McKenna that he has feelings for her," Nolee Angle rolled her eyes with a little huff as she and her best friend Ethan Page stood in line to order at the small little coffee shop near the hotel that the Impact roster was staying at. The routine of her morning workout had been broken when both she and Ethan had seen Nolee's older brother, and Ethan's tag team partner, Noah Angle staring at fellow roster member McKenna Fleming. The romance would be cute, if either member of the yearning duo would admit how they felt.

"You know how emotionally stunted your brother can be," Ethan playfully laughed, nudging Nolee playfully with his arm. His hand hesitated near hers for a moment before he moved forward slightly, in time with the rest of the line. That smile, broad and brilliant, outshone even the highly polished tile floor and bright lighting of the little cafe. Nolee's eyes lingered on the dimples at either side of his mouth. "He'd sooner fight her in that ring than talk about his feelings."

"And McKenna is the kind of girl who'd give him that match," Nolee playfully rolled her eyes as the line moved forward yet again. She felt Ethan's pinky finger curl around hers as he ordered his drink.

"Cinnamon shortbread Frappuccino, venti. And an iced Americano, venti, no whip, with a double chocolate chunk brownie," Ethan ordered with that charming grin. He put a ten in the tip jar, before gently guiding Nolee over to the waiting area.

She cocked her head to the side, blonde ponytail bouncing with the movement, "You…you know my order? By heart?"

"We travel enough together," Ethan waved off as if it was nothing. He looked down at her, "You know mine too, I'm sure."

Nolee knew that was the truth. She and Ethan spent so much time together on the road, though it was almost always with Noah. The trio, and McKenna, were inseparable. If there was anyone on the planet who knew Nolee better than she knew herself, it was the man who was currently carrying their order to a small table by the window. If anyone knew the things she loved and the things she loathed, it was the man who was pulling her chair out like a gentleman so that she could sit. There was a warmth both to the table from the sun filtering in through the large window and from her current company. Ethan sat across from her, forearms resting against the wooden table. "I think you're right about that, Ethan. I mostly think it's your ego though."

"Ego?" Ethan sputtered, oak brown eyes widening in surprise as he quickly brought one of his hands up to his chest, "Me? Have an ego?"

"Yes, you," Nolee playfully batted at his free hand, "assuming everyone's just as righteous and good of a person as you are? Totally egotistic."

"No, no, no. I didn't say 𝒂𝒍𝒍 people. Noah wouldn't know a venti from a grande. I said 𝒚𝒐𝒖," Ethan assured with a shrug of his shoulders. His free hand again was on hers and they glanced at each other in the sounds of the cafe before he licked his lips, "So…um…you think he tells her?"

Nolee let out an airy sigh, casting her own gaze at the world outside the little cafe. There for a moment, his hand on top of hers and simply looking at each other, Nolee could have sworn that the world was just the two of them. "He has to, right? Who doesn't realize they're in love with their best friend?"