#but now i look intently at him and be like isn't he kinda handsome???????????

[ryllen]

color coded affection

#thru my experience chronologically the blue one actually goes after the yellow one; but development wise it looks better like this prolly #this is harvest moon like hearts where the color changes as affection level goes higher #twisted wonderland #twst #sebek zigvolt #twst yuu #twst mc #fanart #yea i can't believe once i didn't put any speck of attention to him i am not even looking????? #but now i look intently at him and be like isn't he kinda handsome??????????? #OH nooooooo #how life steers itself to the unexpectedly funny road #yuu thought she is finally normal about him #but that's exactly where it starts #god i need to finish my homework

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

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You're tired of hearing about Eddie's crushes, hiding your feelings for him. Sick of feeling second best, you decide to move on.

Beer, a pool, and a very handsome Steve Harrington happens. Eddie isn't so thrilled about the Steve part.

Just a lil two parter to get back into writing

Part one

Eventual Eddie Munson x Reader

Steve Harrington x Reader

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work

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It was a rainy Tuesday when Eddie broke your heart. Unknowingly, but it was broken all the same.

He had came to the Hellfire table in a suspiciously good mood. Beaming smile, eyes shining with happiness.

Turns out he had ran into Jessie who was his newest crush, she was the coolest, most badass babe on the planet according to Eddie.

This had been repeated constantly for the last few weeks and usually you were able to smile politely, pretend you weren't dying inside hearing him talk about his dream girl.

It had been this way for a year now, through multiple crushes, a few hook ups and one near potential girlfriend for Eddie, so you could push yourself to be happy for him one more time right?

No, today it was like your heart finally had enough, a deep ache was building inside you and felt like all the pain was exploding inside of you all at once.

Tears pool in your eyes and you catch the sympathetic look that Dustin throws in your direction. It's enough to sober you up instantly.

You didn't want to constantly pine over Eddie when he didn't want you, it was agony being so completely smitten with someone who noticed every woman but you.

It was like something in you just snapped and you had enough.

"Hey princess, you okay?" Eddie's voice breaks through your reverie and you startle a little as he peers at you intently with his big brown eyes.

His hand is on yours and your whole body feels alight at just his slightest touch, it was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings, Eddie could be extremely perceptive when he wanted to be.

You needed to get over how you felt about him and soon, because you were sick of the constant heartache, second guessing yourself and feeling second best to Eddie's crushes.

Moving on would be a good thing. You couldn't take it if Eddie ever found out how you felt about him, embarrassment burns inside of you just thinking about his reaction, and how awkward Hellfire would be due to his rejection.

No, it was best for everyone if you found a way to get over Eddie.

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Normally you didn't go to parties, especially not parties on a school night. However, there was a small part of you that wanted a change, to have some fun and let loose.

One of Jason's friends was throwing a party at his house, there was beer kegs, wine coolers and the biggest pool you had ever seen in your life.

Eddie was at the party to do his usual dealings, he catches your eye and looks stunned for a brief second.

"What are you doing here sweetheart? Parties aren't usually your thing?" you shrug and grab a bottle of beer.

"Just wanted a change of scenery I guess" it's then you notice that Jessie was also at the party and Eddie had noticed judging by the way his eyes light up.

Your heart sinks and you're about to make an escape until Eddie tugs on your hand.

"Hey, maybe you should stick close to me incase one of Jason's dipshit friends tries anything" you smile, touched at his protectiveness but you know deep down he'd rather be talking to Jessie than trailing after you all night.

"It's okay. I saw Robin by the pool so I'll go and chat to her for a bit" he's about to say something else but Jessie comes over and takes up all of his attention.

Yup, it's definitely your time to leave. There's no way you wanted to be around for Eddie making googly eyes at Jessie.

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Between the pounding music, Eddie and Jessie and the fact you've lost Robin in the crowd, it was safe to say that the first hour of the party was a bust.

By the second hour you had gotten involved in a game of beer pong with Robin, Steve, Vickie and a few others.

At first you were kinda wary hanging out with Steve but you soon found out that he had changed so much from the King Steve of a few years ago.

He's kind, funny and kind, genuinely a good guy and him and Robin are like two peas in a pod. Platonic besties with a capital P she tells you and Vickie.

It's nice hanging out with them because everytime you see Jessie and Eddie together it needled at the ache in your heart.

Eddie joins in at one point but seems tense.

"Why are hanging out with Harrington?'' he hisses under his breath and you scowl.

"He's really nice" Eddie scoffs at this.

"Preppy, rich, douchebag? he's seen dating total babes every few weeks." you stiffen.

"Of course so why would he be seen with me right?" you ask heatedly and his eyes widen.

"That's not what I meant... You're beautiful sweetheart..." yeah but just a friend you finish his sentence in your head.

"Just forget it Eddie, go back to Jessie" you hurry away from him and curse yourself for getting so upset.

Steve notices and asks if you want to hang out in the pool.

It's quieter outside than in the house, people are just lazing around lightly buzzed, lost in their own conversations.

Steve makes you laugh by jumping in the pool fully clothed, he lets out a yell when he hits the water.

"Fuck, its freezing" and you swear you hear Robin calling him a dingus. The thought makes you smile.

"So Munson huh?" Steve asks gently and your smile vanishes.

"Mmm, tonight was my big plan to get over him. Didn't work out so well" There's a brief moment of silence that's broken when Steve takes you by surprise and you're suddenly in the pool beside him, soaking wet and torn between laughter and exasperation.

"Steve!" you huff out and his answering smile tugs at your heart. There's also something you didn't expect, a spark.

He moves closer to you and it's like the two of you are magnets. Steve strokes your cheek and his lips meet yours.

It's nice, it's really really nice and you moan softly as Steve gently tugs at your lower lip, deepens the kiss and pulls you even closer.

Steve pulls away and you both exchange a secret, shy smile at the moment you had.

You kiss him again and this time it's a little more hot and heavy. Only this time when you come apart, you're not alone.

Eddie has just come outside. He's staring at you and Steve, his expression blank but you notice something stirring deep in his eyes, a flash of emotion that you can't place.

Then it's gone and he storms back inside..

🖤

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you

[chrismcleanswife]

Heya there writer!! <3

I was hoping for some good Alejandro headcanons?

Maybe when Owen broke the plane (ya know, when he opened the hole in the economical class) and Alejandro saving reader??

I truly like the concept of reader being Chris' 13 y/o niece and the fear she suddenly developed to the touch of other people so I'd love to see that reader in the ask! (That making the ask platonic ofc)! Maybe reader becoming comfy around Alejandro after that? Mhm, how does that sound? ^^

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨 & 𝟏𝟑 𝐲/𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬' 𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝

♥☁ -> You were still scared of almost everyone.

♥☁ -> Since what happened with Duncan at tdi you weren't able to be at peace with anyone that wasn't your uncle (Chris), Chef and Trent.

♥☁ -> They were the only ones who made you feel safe.

♥☁ -> Anyways that didn't mean that you weren't nice and kind to others.

♥☁ -> So as soon as your uncle gave you permission, you were running towards the "economical class" part of the not-so-safe airplane you were in right now.

♥☁ -> You wanted to meet again with those chaotic teenagers with whom you spend almost 8 weeks in that TV show.

♥☁ -> Anyways, you were surprised when you saw a new member among the crew.

♥☁ -> He was... handsome looking, but you didn't trust him that much, Justin was a plain cheating asshole after all...

♥☁ -> Anyways, you got yourself into the room and waved at everyone happily, most of them screaming with excitement when they saw you again (since you didn't appear at season 2 at all).

♥☁ -> ❝May I ask who are you, señorita?❞ you heard the new boy say, you turned your head towards him and smiled sweetly at him, you didn't trust him yet but he seemed like a polite person so you thought It wouldn't hurt anybody If you returned that politeness.

♥☁ -> ❝My name's Y/N❞ you said with a little smile.

♥☁ -> The new boy looked like he was about to talk again so you were quick to add ❝Y/N McLean❞ you finally said with a proud smile.

♥☁ -> the boy's smile changed into a surprised expression ❝Wait what-? Chris has a daughter?❞ he asked to the air as a reaction to the sudden confusion.

♥☁ -> ❝Nope! She is his niece! Isn't she adorable????❞ squealed Izzy from her seat, looking at you with a smile which you gladly returned.

♥☁ -> ❝Well, he then is lucky to have her❞ said the boy, getting up from his position and walking your way.

♥☁ -> ❝My name's Alejandro❞ he said, holding his hand out for you to take, gesture that made you flinch violently and take a few steps back as a reflex ❝Woah! tranquila pequeña, I have 0 intentions to hurt you❞ he said, quickly taking his hand back as a way to not scare you more.

♥☁ -> ❝Don't blame yourself boy, blame Duncan❞ Noah said without even bothering to lift his eyes from the book.

♥☁ -> You assumed it was time for an explanation and so you walked to talk with DJ, LeShawna and Lindsay, three of your favourite "campers" now turned into "passengers"

♥☁ -> ❝What did he do?❞ asked Alejandro, taking a seat next to Noah, wanting to get comfortable for the answers.

♥☁ -> ❝Mhm... let's say he threw her across the dodgeball court and made her scared of everyone besides Trent, Chris and Chef❞ explained quite calmly the boy, looking with disinterest at the Spanish guy next to him.

♥☁ -> ❝hermano, that's messed up!❞ he exclaimed in a low tone while Noah just shrugged, marking the conversation as an ended interaction.

♥☁ -> ❝Did he truly do that?❞ murmured Alejandro, now turning his head to Bridgette, whom only nodded while she bit her lip to his response, still feeling kinda guilty of making you wake Duncan up.

♥☁ -> You were now talking with DJ about how you were now taking care of a cuddly cat that your uncle let you bring to the airplane and just when he was about to ask you to bring it to him so he could see it the airplane started to tremble.

♥☁ -> Your eyes went wide as your body trembled but stepped away quite abruptly when DJ tried to steady your body with his hands.

♥☁ -> When you turned your head right you saw how Owen was dancing, making the plane shake in a not-so-safe way.

♥☁ -> In a blink, a before "repaired" hole broke again, sucking everything on the plane, and you being the only person standing in the middle of the "room" were an easy victim.

♥☁ -> You screamed in panic as your body flew out of the plane, you barely being able to hold onto the outline of the hole, gaining a deep cut from the shiny metal in exchange.

♥☁ -> The tears started running down your face as your heartbeat overshadowed any posible noise, your hands hurting so much as you tried your best to stay attached to the outline of the hole, seeing your short life flashing before your eyes.

♥☁ -> ❝Take my hand, quick!!!❞ a male voice shouted and you opened your eyes to see Alejandro being held by half of the time while he was holding his hand out for you to take.

♥☁ -> You wasted no time in taking his hand in a strong grip, feeling the relief overcoming your body as soon as you felt him tug your body towards the inside of the airplane again.

♥☁ -> As soon as you were inside of the plane again you bursted into tears while holding onto dear life to Alejandro, quickly staining his T-Shirt with the blood from your injured hands.

♥☁ -> Alejandro engulfed you in a thight hug, letting you get his T-Shirt wet with your tears as he also tried his best to shoothe you.

♥☁ -> God, why would everything happen to you???

♥☁ -> Alejandro started slowly and steadily rocking his body back and forth, while you trembled within his arms.

♥☁ -> Everyone was worried sick about you, and Leshawna was scolding Owen for having such a shitty idea.

♥☁ -> After a pair of minutes, when your sobs became much more muffled and the grip you had on the Spanish boy became less thight Alejandro separated your still slightly shaking body from his and asked to the air if someone had band aids.

♥☁ -> Harold was quick to lift his hand in the air.

♥☁ -> He lent Alejandro a pair of Ninja-Themed band aids and the boy carefully put them on the cuts you had on your palms, giving a kiss to each one after that.

♥☁ -> You giggled at his actions but when he was about to leave to go search for Chris next to DJ he felt how you griped his arm.

♥☁ -> He turned to you quite confused, but when he saw the desperate look on your eyes and how you tried to vocalise what you were trying to tell him he just hummed with a small smile and put his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him.

♥☁ -> His smile increased when he saw how relaxed you got when you were able to stay in contact with your savior.

♥☁ -> Alejandro was smiling sweetly on the outside while walking in search of Chris to tell him what happened, but in the inside he was grinning evily.

♥☁ -> You were a naive thing that needed shelter, and you were lucky that he truly liked you and didn't find you annoying (as he seems to find everyone in the plane, except Heather which he finds as a good competence), and now that you trusted him to the point of not flinching when he touched you he was going to use that as an advantadge.

♥☁ -> Of course he wouldn't dare to hurt your feelings or betray you because he has felt that at a similar age of yours and he doesn't want you to feel how he felt (or even worse), but he'll use your trust as a way to convince other of his "good intentions" and also use you as a way of making himself look like a dad and to cajole the girls so that he makes them believe they'll look as a great mother and that way make them fall even harder for him, and later use that to his advantage.

♥☁ -> Anyways, in the meanwhile it would not hurt him if he truly took care of you and let you stick around since you seem to like and trust him that much, maybe that way he can also manage to repair the injury that Duncan left that day so solely vivid in your heart...

#Total Drama #Total Drama x reader #Total Drama World Tour #Total Drama World Tour x reader #tdwt x reader #Alejandro x reader #tdwt Alejandro #tdwt Alejandro x reader #Chris' niece reader series #Chris McLean x reader #Owen x reader #Bridgette x reader #Gwen x reader #Tyler x reader

[needsmth]

Hey! I’m KINDA new here so Idk how it works? But Anyway could i request a Edmund x g/n reader. Where there’s a storm and Edmund is looking for reader beacuse he’s worried, and finally he finds them in the middle of courtyard just to see them having the best time of their life running dancing spinning and enjoying the weather? (i like to Imagine that at that moment he would think something like "I wanna be theirs” iykyk)

If it’s not a problem ofc! And thank you <333

Thank you so much omg!! I loved writing this one and I look forward to getting to know you more :)

A disclaimer to all the others reading though, the reader will identify as she/her as I'm not very good at writing with non-binary pronouns. I deeply apologise.

Also, I highly recommend that you read this with the song 'Lovers Rock' by TV Girl. It just fits the mood and I swear you won't regret it <3

!! WARNINGS !!

- slight cussing (literally just one swear word)

- tooth-rotting fluff :p

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Edmund is not worried, alright? In fact, he's been feeling himself as of late. But that's the problem. He's only been feeling himself when she's around.

And yes, there's very heavy rain today so there's plenty of reason to worry. Especially since Lucy last recalled seeing his best friend in the courtyard, which, he'd gladly remind to anyone, is open-air.

And no, he's definitely not speeding down the long, pristine hallways of Cair Paravel towards the courtyard. He simply isn't. He's just... Walking at a faster pace.

Edmund pays no mind as he passes the meeting room, the throne room, his own bedroom. That's not important right now.

When he reaches the steps that lead to the courtyard, he takes note of the very heavy rain. (Susan, being the most helpful person in the world says there is probably a high chance of lightning striking.)

Edmund eyes at his navy blue silk and cream-coloured linen outfit and then back to the rain. 'Fuck it,' he thinks, stepping out into the unmerciful rain that instantly ruins his hair and clothes.

Never mind that, he needs to find her.

His dress-boots stomp against the slosh that was grass and tried avoiding puddles as best as he could. Lord knows what Peter would say to him later.

The young king shakes his mind off his older brother. Not the time, he reminds himself.

Now that he's finally here in the courtyard himself, he realises how much he's never spent his time here. (A bad situation to be finally realising this, but oh well) He made up his mind on how he's going exploring again when he's not in such a state and when the fields are dry and the sun is peeking from the sky.

He continues wandering for a good three minutes before noticing the spin of a light-pink dress in the distance.

His dark eyes widen, little specks of hope visible in the irises. He rushed to where he saw it, and there you were.

But instead of the cold, wet, miserable you that he'd previously imagined, it was actually quite the opposite.

You twirled yourself around, his presence to you unknown. Your eyes were closed, but your smile shone just as bright. Occasionally, Edmund would hear a little laugh from you, an indication of the fun you were having.

His eyes widen again, but instead of surprise, it's filled with cheeky, malicious intent.

Tip-toeing quietly so you don't hear him, (although the rain made it hard to hear anything, really) his strong arms wrap around your waist, enveloping you into a hug.

You open your eyes with adrenaline, before recognising his strong jaw and milky-white skin. You laugh in relief, pulling him impossibly closer to you. When you open your eyes again, he has a handsome grin playing at his lips before he leads you to dance.

It's not like any other dance you've learned to teach yourself for all the balls and parties you and the Pevensies had been invited to.

It's a ridiculous dance, really, if you think hard about it.

The way Edmund just keeps shimmying you around him and twirling you in ways you never thought he could, it's childish of him. A side he rarely shows but will always be open to you.

Although, you did recognise some of the steps from the more elegant dances, like the waltz. When asked, he smiles wistfully and replies, "Once a king, always a king."

Most of the time your laughter filled the air, only the dark clouds and trees as your witness.

Suddenly, you stop your feet from moving. Edmund catches onto this and stops as well. His hands were still very much around your wrist and on your lower back, however.

You hear each other's panting and the both of you look up to see a wide smile on the other's face.

You take the moment of silence as an excuse to drag your eyes around his lean figure, studying the way his wet hair shone (Very attractively, though you wouldn't admit it to him. Ever.)

God, she's beautiful, he thinks, oblivious to your shifty eyes and red face. Just how much I want her by my side... He continues in his head, How much I want her to be mine.

Of course, he hadn't said this out loud. That's just plain stupid.

But one day, he'll say it. He will. It's a promise.

And with the beam of your face that you make every time you see him... Oh yes, it's a promise.

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Hope you enjoyed!! Special thanks to @lidlowa for requesting this in the first place. Your prompt had me kicking my feet in the air and shi.

#edmund pevensie #king edmund the just #chronicles of narnia #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x fem!reader #fluff #fanfic #request

[lamnwar]

Ok I have another req! Could I request a fem reader x taiga who's used to guys only expressing interest in her body and sexuality and sexualising her so when taiga doesn't do that it makes her think that he isn't into her? Angst and miscommunication and misunderstandings but it gets resolved in the end!

Hiiii bby 💕 so so sorry I took so long to work on your request, it took me longer than expected bc the premise kinda hit too close to home and I had a hard time seperating my personal feelings from what I was writing 😭 here it is and I hope you enjoy it! I was very happy to write on Kagami for you again <333

Doubts // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader

Context: you're so used to boys sexualizing you that when a certain Kagami Taiga enters your life, you don't know what to expect from him anymore. Characters are aged up (18+) for plot context.

Warnings: college!au, angsty, reader is insecure, trust issues, implicit mentions of sex but nothing detailed so still sfw, Kagami being a bit oblivious, reader and Kagami have a little misunderstanding but it's resolved at the end <3 fluff towards the end bc I'm a romantic at the core 🥰

The sun hits your face as you get out of the lecture hall, the sweet scent of spring reaching you and giving you a false sense of rest. It doesn’t last long; the other students follow behind you, and soon enough you are stuck in a crowd that wander aimlessly, following the flow when really you should be walking the opposite direction. It’s noon, you should be going home to a miserable sandwich, take a quick nap and wake up wondering if you truly want to show up to the next lecture or just do nothing for the rest of the day.

A voice calls for you, and you turn around, tired eyes opening up slightly when you recognize the silhouette coming towards you. Taiga runs to you, big body forcing everyone to get out of his way so he can reach you. And he does, Taiga with his honest smile, and his old backpack nonchalantly hanging on his broad shoulders. You smile, though your body tenses up.

“Wanna have lunch with me?” he asks.

You are tempted to decline the invitation, like every time he comes to you. It’s more a reflex than what your heart truly wants, and you are fully aware of it. So in confusion, you urge yourself to give an answer:

“Was heading home to eat, actually” you say, hoping that he’ll let you go.

But he doesn’t because Kagami Taiga never does. It irritates you in some ways, probably because you can’t make sense of it. He’s not the kind to hang out with you now, is he?

Kagami Taiga has always been the “out of your reach” kind of person.  A handsome guy that walks the campus by turning all heads, yet he appears somewhat oblivious – or maybe he’s grown accustomed to the looks he gets at everything he goes. He’s the one people invite to their parties although they barely know him, and the one girls wish they could date one day. He’s all that, with his cool aura, a constant frown on his face that make him look more intimidating than he really is, and his reputation as the best basketball player the university has ever had.

So, considering all that, maybe it makes sense that you’re suspicious when he’s suddenly taken a liking to you. It cannot be without intentions, and you suspect that they aren’t pure. It’s just something you know. Men always disappoint you.

Your friends tell you that you are dramatic for making such statement, and you’ve wondered for a long while if you’re just not too pessimistic. At the end of the day, men are humans too, aren’t they? What is the point of assuming that they’re not capable of love, or rather, of loving you? You’ve struggled on multiple sleepless nights, grieving the false hopes you’ve built for yourself – just because a guy said the right words, and hold you the right ways, and made your heart pound at the right pace. It’s always started like a dream, too good to be true, you’d repeat to yourself. Because it never took long for your prince to turn into a frog, dropping you the moment he no longer found pleasure in your body. And the circle would start again, with a new guy, and new words, new feelings, till he nonchalantly confessed how you were nothing more than a piece of meat to him. Always a “hump and dump”, so are you wrong, to be suspicious of all men?

“You know, I wanna cook for you one day” Taiga’s voice resonates as you keep walking out of the campus to reach your place.

“Why would you want to cook for me, anyway?”

It’s a genuine question – something like that can hold so many meanings, so you wonder what it could signify for him. You have your own meaning of it: you’ll only cook for the one you love. A gesture of love, exclusive, and that you believe you’ll never get to make, considering how things are going for yourself.

“I’m a fucking good chef, for one, and it’d make me happy to see you eat my food” he replies with his usual straightforwardness.

The romantic undertones of his answer do not go unnoticed and your heart pounds in your chest, despite all your efforts of keeping it down. Every one of his words, every one of his actions, takes you back to the days when you were just a teenager having crushes and dreaming of the kind of romance that you’ve got to learn doesn’t exist in reality.

“Well… we’ll see about that” you reply, not wanting to reject him as the tiny glimpse of hope that he is genuine guides your actions.

He smiles, striking you right in your most sensitive spot – it’s hard not to smile back, but you’d be a fool to do so. He’s no different from the others, you repeat to yourself. Yet, here you are, walking in the soft sun of spring and honestly enjoying his presence. He doesn’t have to do much or say much, his aura somewhat soothing to you. You feel like you’re falling for a spell, aware of it but still uncapable of resisting it. You sigh, looking at the time on your phone as you rack your brain for a way out of here. It’s not quite that you want to leave Taiga, but more that you need to. You fear what will happen if you extend these simple moments with him, if you let your guards down and don’t think twice as the space between you gets smaller, and smaller.

So, you need to flee the situation. For your own sake, for your own heart. It hurts you to leave him, but you’re convinced there’s truly a greater purpose to you digging the distance between the basketball player and you. But you fail, and you really can’t bring yourself from stopping him from walking you home. For a second there, you look up at the sky like it holds these answers you’re seeking for.

It’s insane, how your heart beats at the simple thought of Taiga. His warm smile, the way his hand lingers on your waist when you walk together in crowds, his voice when he calls your name – all so confusing, yet so consuming. And then you stop and think back to all those who were there before him. Those who praised your body at night and ignored your soul in the daylight. Those who charmed you with smiles and words, making you feel at the top of the world for a second, and made you realized that you worthed no more than dust the next second. It’s always promises of stars in your eyes, till it turns out to be nothing but dreams. It’s destructive, this circle you’ve got yourself into inadvertently. And you hate yourself for letting it get the best of you. You hate yourself for letting it install all these doubts in your mind. Maybe you’re too cautious, maybe you’re running away from a true opportunity; there’s just no way of knowing for sure. It’s simply that you’re brought to lose all trust in men, and despite the warmth Taiga brings you, he can’t be an exception.

He can’t be right? It doesn’t matter how he makes you feel, he’ll hurt you, too… won’t he?

But under the soft rays of the sun, he’s no more than a human that you love. You may inch away from him at each step, but he doesn’t give up. And you wait in frustration that he shows himself to be no better than others. The moment he’ll touch you with clear intentions of consuming your body, or that he’ll outright tell how you’re nothing more than an attractive body. He’s yet to say or do anything of that sort – does he even like you, in any way? Taiga has always kept a fair amount of distance, despite never leaving your circle. He stays in proximity, yet never comes to close, and you keep waiting for the moment he’ll reach and turn your fear into reality. You always wonder why he doesn’t do like the others, when he’s had countless of occasions to act. He’s never once let his fingers linger longer than needed on your waist, he’s never once looked at you with lustful eyes, he’s never once made a suggestive comment. But he doesn’t go away either, and here you are, confused and struggling.

“You never give me straightforward answers when you I invite you to stuff” he lets out.

You slow down, struggling to hide your reaction upon the realization that he’s somewhat noticed that habit of yours. Granted, you’re probably not as sly as you think you are. After months of him suggesting things that you may do together, and you answering in the most elusive way possible, maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise that he’s noticed that pattern of yours.

“I really don’t, do I?” you try to laugh yourself out of the spotlight.

Yet, you fail. He’s caught you, and you still have to figure out how much has he picked up on.

“Well, you know me” he stops mid-sentence to stretch his arms.

You don’t say anything. Do you truly know him, you wonder. He seems to think so, but at the same time, it might just be a ruse. For all you know, you can’t never truly know someone. You don’t see how he’ll be any different.

“Just say it, if I piss you off” he reprises, “I’ve never been good at reading minds.”

“You don’t annoy me” you reply immediately, before you can even think of an answer.

It’s like something has taken over you, a part of you you’d usually repress for you believe it’s incapable of making sensible choices. You sigh, as a silence settles between both your bodies. Only the chirping of the birds and the sounds of cars passing by interrupt the quiet. It’s not comfortable at all. If anything, there’s a lot left unsaid. After each step, each breath, each side glance at each other, you feel the tension build up.

“Hey, d’you even like me?”

Taiga’s voice sounds up, snapping the tension in a sharp move. You’re defenceless, but somehow fishing for a semblance of barricade to build up.

“You can’t ask that kind of silly questions…”

“You can’t keep being avoidant like that.”

“Fuck.”

He’s really got you cornered. For some reason, the more it goes, the more you feel yourself crumbling. You feel like crying, yet tears don’t fall. You just have the feeling that at any point, you’ll just falter and break in tiny pieces in front of him.

“Yeah… you know what? I better stop right now. I sound like a fucking looser trynna pass for a nice guy. Sorry for being a bitch about my own doubts. They have nothing to do with you.”

You furrow your brows, stopping in your walk as you register his words.

“Are they real?” you ask.

“Huh?”

“Your doubts… are they real? Or are you just saying that to make me feel something?”

He ogles at you, seemingly shocked by your words.

“The fuck you’re saying? I just feel like I like you more than you do, that’s just it.”

“Yeah, but do you really like me, Taiga?”

You sniff, your deepest thoughts cracking through your barricade.

“Yes I do! I thought I was being obvious enough” he replies, eyebrows raised in incredulousness.

“Pardon me, but it’s hard to believe so” you reply, not daring to confront his gaze. “Guys like you…”

You stop before finishing your sentence. It hurts you to say these words to someone that you love despite everything. And you feel stupid enough for loving him, like you haven’t learned your lesson yet. You shouldn’t let him in, he’ll use you and leave you, like they all do.

“Hey…” Taiga’s is voice is soft in your ears, comforting, exactly what you need at this instant which makes you even more cautious of him.

“Leave it, Taiga. You don’t have to comfort me” you say as you take a step back. “You don’t have to be nice to me at all, actually. It’s pointless, because…”

You take a breath, wondering why it’s so hard to speak, yet as soon as you open your mouth, it feels like an unstoppable flow of words. Just all your deepest insecurities coming to the surface and embracing you in their vile hands, to the point where you are nothing but your fear of being used by someone you love.

“The moment you’ll realize you can’t get what you want of me, you’ll leave, anyways. They always do, guys like you.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. You can’t say more for your part, and as for him, he doesn’t know what to say. It’s rather conflicting; should he defend himself, or take you in his arms? Or should he, simply, walk away if the sight of him hurts you so much? Despite everything, he finds himself unable to move anywhere further from you. It’s like some force drives him to stay by you, even if you might hate him.

“I’m sorry” he finally says.

If you dare look at his eyes, you might be surprised by the sight. The flame that usually shines so bright in his eyes is almost inexistent, replaced by the wavering glimmer of humid eyes. Your overly cautious self isn’t quite sure what these words mean. It could be an admission of guilt, and that prospect shatters your heart in countless little pieces.

“What for?” you risk yourself asking.

“For not showing you properly how I feel about you. Have I been more straightforward… you’d probably think of me differently. You wouldn’t have to love me back, either way, but I’d have the comfort of knowing that you knew that I was genuine” he answers, hands digging in his pockets. “And I’m sorry I can’t prove myself to be better than the assholes who’ve treated you like shit before. Just say the word, and I’ll go. Or say nothing, there’s meaning to that, too.”

He doesn’t say a single word after that, the sound of cars passing by crashing between your two silent bodies. You feel the tears well up in the corner of your eyes, almost spilling but being kept there, on the edge of your eyelids. The seconds pass by faster than you want them to while you are yet to say or do anything. The more time passes by, the more Taiga feels something break in him. He’s never been really good at relationships – he isn’t a reader of people, and up till recently, he’s never really taken the time to reflect on the way he feels. But things somewhat changed when he met you, the heat you brought to his heart being a novelty he’s been on a quest to understand. And then he figured that it must simply be love. Maybe he’s been expressing it wrong, maybe he should have been more observant, he would have caught on the signs that you’ve lost all trust in others.

It takes everything in him to take a step away from you. Kagami Taiga has never been the kind to give up. But he still fights against himself and move, digging the distance between you. And at the sight of his tall frame going away, your hand reaches forward by itself. You tug at his t-shirt, forcing him to turn around to look at you. Teary eyes stare at each other as your fingers don’t let go of the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Could you… could you hold me then? Just once, to show me that you truly like me.”

Your request surprises him. Everything till now has been convincing him that you need him the furthest away from you, yet, when he looks at your pleading eyes, he realises that this might just be his window. Before he truly has to let you go, he should hold you the way he’s always wanted to.

And he does, strong arms pushing you towards his chest where you hear the erratic beat of his heart. You cry, as his fingers pat your head with a gentleness that you’ve always been craving. You don’t want him to let you go, and by the way he holds you, he doesn’t either. That much is made clear to you, and here in Taiga’s embrace you figure for once that maybe, yeah maybe, someone can truly love you.

“I don’t like you, dummy. I love you” his voice sounds smoothly in your ears.

Truer words have never been spoken to you, and they go straight to your aching heart, somehow mending it back together.

“You do?”

“Yeah, and I’ll prove it to you every day till there’s not a single doubt left in your pretty head.”

#i hope you like this one <3 #sorry again for taking so long to write this :(( #knb #kuroko no basuke #kagami taiga #knb x reader #kagami x reader #knb angst #kagami angst #knb fluff #kagami fluff

[darlingpassion]

Okay I need to go to sleep because i close at work tomorrow and I already stayed up too late cuz I had a need the clean the whole house, but I had to ask this!!

I need to know- how would Terry respond if any one of the Toon Patrol tried to Come Onto Him? XD 😏 Would he say yes to any of them? Would he get the hell outta there? I must know XD

Right, now that I've thrown a spanner into the works, goodnight! XD 💤💤💤

Ohhhhh my god I did not expect this kinda ask today. I love it XD

My poor Terry. First Rena, now these assholes. Will he ever catch a break? (Probably not)

Alright! Let's go through weasel by weasel.

Smartass

Short answer: "I thought he was a kid??"

Long answer: No, Terry doesn't think he's a literal kid XD but he did think Smartass looked pretty young to be in a bar setting (it's the height and the hat shielding the face. Shhh don't tell Smarty-). The angry weasel ain't his type, so Terry would brush him off after getting over the realization that this man is in his mid 30's.

Also, this is absolutely Terry reacting to Smartass in the bar if he was mean like Shiny XD

Greasy

Short answer: "... Shiny, come get your man before he makes'a fool 'a himself!"

Long answer: Hmmm... It's iffy with Terry. Like, he can see why Shiny thinks he's handsome physically, he can appreciate what Greasy offers in looks. But unfortunately, the green bastard ain't got game XD and Terry can see that, and is not up for Greasy's loony pervert shenanigans 😅 so yeah, Shiny can keep him. Greasy'll be house trained under her better than with him 😅

Wheezy

Short answer: *side eyes Wheezy* "..." *grins in 'I'm game if you are'*

Long answer: Wheezy is where it's at with Terry. For starters, he and the weasel are part of the same old, kinda gross group. Wheezy is far worse than Terry with smoking, but they're both still tired old men who are buddies. And it also helps that they both speak practically the same lamguage; no words needed, only vibes. They're both slow, a little lazy, and Terry knows that Wheezy won't expect their fucking around to go anywhere past a friend's with benefits sort of thing... Also it doesn't hurt that Wheezy is pretty good looking whether or not he showered that day-

Psycho

Short answer: "Wheezy for fucks sake, get your fuckin' dog outta here!"

Long answer: I can't imagine Psycho flirting with Terry, but for comedy's and arguments sake, let's say he wants that old man rat XD and Psycho when he flirts... Doesn't look like flirting 😅 Terry can tell what his intentions are, he's been around long enough to recognize how someone is trying to flirt even if they don't have the best game But he absolutely is not going to bring that rabid animal in bed. He prefers his crotch unscarred, thank you very much XD that rabbit girl can take this one. She seems to have a knack for the crazy men.

Stupid

Short answer: "... Shit, ok. I can see it-"

Long answer: Look, it's a giant, fat, goofy and cuddly weasel!!! Who can resist that???? Granted, Stu's company isn't as relaxing as Wheezy's is (Terry's gotta verbally engage with the dummy. Answer so many questions. Terry is paitent, but not a talker XD), but if Stupid showed interest, Terry would definitely consider it. And if Stu is shaking up those fruity drinks you said he makes, well shit how can any sensible man resist that?

Tldr; Terry would be down to fuck Wheezy and Stupid, maybe Greasy... Smartass ain't his type, and Psycho is too much for him XDD

Thanks for sending this ask in! Ohhh I gotta send you a similar ask now, hang on-

#'who can resist Stupid' i mean it. ive actually been considering Poppy x Stupid despite everything 😭 #(not really Shiny x Stupid tho since Shiny was originally going to be Stu's and Smarty's sister and it still feels weird to imagine her #being into either of them even though theyre no longer related) #but anyways have a good shift today! ^^ #asks #disney villains #disney #🙌~how about a little pattycake?~🙌 #greasy weasel #Psycho Weasel #smartass weasel #stupid weasel #wheezy weasel #my own OC's #🚬~rats aren't so bad~🚬 #Terry Ratt T. #suggestive

[danses-with-dogmeat]

I just have to ask you for a few characters 👉👈 Porter Gage, Hancock, Raul, Charon and Gob ack don't call me out for my ghoul loving ass just getting showered in praise. I just feel the ghouls don't GET enough lovin', they are all wonderful, handsome and great men.

Porter Gage is the odd one out because I just love that raider man and been playing Nuka World recently-

Select FO Companions React to Sole/Lone/Six Giving them Praise

I'm back!! Oof, so I've officially finished moving and unpacking and all that junk, and I'm ready to get back to the important things lol. Alrighty, so just an update, I've decided to just get back to regular posting. I only had a few more for the 1k event to do, but I knew it would take another few days to get to if they were going to be any good 😅 So, I apologize if I didn't get to yours, but I'm SO thankful for all of you who participated, it was such a blast, and I hope to do more events like it in the future 😊

Anyways, now, let's get back to it! (Also, just one more reminder that requests are closed for the time being so I can catch up on the ones I have now, but I will let you know when they open back up!)

ALRIGHT, so now to the actual post. This is so sweet, omg! 😩 These guys all really do deserve more loving, like... Always. As usual, let me know if you wanna see anyone else for this at all! Cuz goodness knows there are plenty of Fallout folks that deserve to hear a compliment or two much more often.

Included Below: Charon, Gage, Gob, Hancock, Joshua, & Raul

Also, just a heads up, this isn't explicit, per say, but it does get kinda steamy in some places, so just a little NSFW warning for ya. 😉

I hope you enjoy!

Charon:

“Oh my god.” Lone’s mouth hung open as Charon stepped down the stairs and towards the living room. 

“What?” He paused his movement, brow scrunching more than usual as he looked down over himself to see if anything was amiss.

They only shook their head at first, finally managing to close their mouth to gulp before they began to answer him verbally. 

“Look, I know you just, like, just put on the armor and everything, but Charon, I think… I think you’re gonna have to take it off.” 

Lone’s eyes drifted hungirly over the ghoul’s large frame, the way the dark, freshly polished leather clung to his muscular form forcing a blushing heat to flush over their face. 

He only scoffed at them, continuing his descent into the room to drop his bag by the door. Lone stood up abruptly from their place on the couch and turned to face their partner with a hard expression on their face. 

“What? I’m not allowed to be attracted to my boyfriend?” Their hands came to their hips as their voice took on a distinct hardness that he was always trying to avoid. 

That’s never a good sign. Charon thought with a frown. 

“No need to act for my benefit.” He grumbled, “I’ve seen myself, Lone.” 

He tried not to notice the way his partner flinched at his words. 

They can’t be serious, what delusions do they think I’m under?

“Clearly not the way I have, then.” They said firmly as they took a step closer. Charon stood his ground as Lone approached him with slow intent, something unknown to him written in their expression. 

“Forget what I said,” they continued, “No need to take off your armor.” He set his jaw as they gazed up at him, their hands brushing up over the leather on his chest until their fingertips grazed the skin of his neck. 

“I’ll just do it for you.” They began to work at the fastenings of his armor, the metal buckles glinting in the low light that streamed through the meager windows of their Megaton house. 

“Lone…” 

“I want to show you. If you won’t listen to what I say, maybe what I do will have some influence on you.” Charon made no move to assist them as they began to pull the leather cuirass over his head, undoing the laces at his sides before reaching up as far as their arms would take them, the collar of the armor failing to come any further up than his jawline as they strained on their tiptoes. The ghoul sighed, ducking down to allow them to finally wrench the leather free of his bulky frame. 

They set the piece on the couch with a huff, and despite his reservations, Charon took a few steps closer to them, his icy stare boring into his partner as they turned and knelt alluringly before him, their hands grazing up over his thighs as they moved to his center. 

“Do you want this?” Lone brought their gaze up to him, fixing their partner with hooded eyes darkened with their lust for him, as their fingers rested delicately over his leather codpiece. Charon hardly had to think before responding hastily.

“Yes." He growled, "Show me.” 

A relieved smile touched their lips, and they quickly turned their attention back to their work below his waist. 

The ghoul's chest shuddered with anticipation as he felt the pressure release around his hips, fighting to hold back a groan as Lone meticulously removed each piece of polished leather he’d fastened onto himself not half an hour ago. When he was freed of his armor fully, standing before his partner in loose-fitting trousers and a black crew neck, Lone looked him over quickly from head to toe before descending upon him, delicate fingers moving hastily to pull his shirt from his sculpted torso. 

This time, Charon did assist, lifting his arms and practically ripping the thing at the seams as he brought it over his head. Despite both of their haste, once he was free of the shirt, Lone paused, the palms of their hands warm against his chest where they rested with their fingers splayed, grasping slightly at the taut skin there. Their hands rose and fell with the rhythm of his breathing, noticeably faster than usual, as his anticipation grew. 

“You’re so handsome…” They let slip. It wasn’t more than a whisper, and Charon wasn’t sure whether they’d meant to say it aloud at all, but it escaped them nonetheless, as their transfixed stare grazed over his semi-bare form. 

Whether they meant to voice the compliment or not, their words took Charon out of the moment, his smoky gaze sharpening within the confines of his narrowed eyes. He even let out another snort of disbelief that managed to catch Lone’s attention and draw their gaze to meet his own.

“Sorry, I just… I do mean it though. Not everyone may feel similarly, including yourself, and I don’t know that I can ever really change that, but Charon… I see you that way. The way you can’t seem to.”

Lone’s voice became desperate as their gaze fell to capture the movement of their fingers fidgeting over his skin, the digits absent-mindedly tracing over the rough grooves upon his ravaged chest with absolute care.

“It’s no lie, either." They whispered, "Not me trying to convince you otherwise, or make you feel better– well, if it makes you feel good, that’s good, and I want that, but that’s not the only thing I’m trying to do by saying– or, by complimenting you, I want you to–”

“Lone.”

One of Charon’s large hands closed around his partner’s shoulder, forcing their restless hands to cease their frenzied rubbing over him, and silencing Lone’s fragmented explanations. 

Their eyes met his once more, glistening orbs of earnestness and desperation against cold, dark windows reflecting back their own form of desperation in turn. 

Enough. He meant to say, but the vault dweller’s stubbornness in this matter left him no room to voice his concerns with their speech. 

“Charon.” They said firmly, “Please don’t. Don’t shut out what I’m telling you. Even if you can never believe what I say for yourself, know that I believe it. I’m mad for you. All of you.” 

Their voice lowered an octave at their final confession, and Lone surged forward, their hands grasping forcefully at his shoulders, and pulling his lips to theirs as they tasted him in earnest. Charon meant to say their name again, but all that escaped him was a groan as they crashed against him, the firmness of their insistent pressure a stark contrast from the pillowy softness of their lips.

They pulled away breathlessly before quickly moving their lips lower, the smooth petals of their mouth tickling against the sensitive skin of his neck, his collarbone, and chest. 

“I’m mad for this.” They growled between fevered pecks, “And this, and here. All of it.”

Like the volts of a live wire, violent shudders shocked the ghoul’s spine as Lone’s lips and tongue delved lower, hastily passing over his ribcage, their nose tracing a teasing line down his center as they knelt down and settled their attentions just at his naval, hungry fingers finally releasing the pressure exerted on him by his own damned zipper, and the painfully tight fabric of his briefs.  

“I’ll show you, my love. I’ll convince you to see yourself like I do. Whatever it takes.” They promised, and Charon’s neck arched as his head hung back in sheer bliss at their next heated action. 

“Show me.” He groaned.

Gage:

“Will you cut that shit out? S’not funny, boss.”

“No, Gage. I really do. I know it’s not funny, I’m not fucking joking." Their eyes bore into his as they tilted their head towards him, their voice as desperate as it was irate, "I honestly don’t care about that patch, or how old you are, how bad you think you are, any of it. You’re good for me. You’re incredible. You're strong, and dependable, you make me smile and laugh, and–” 

“Yeah, alright, I think you’ve had enough of that.” 

One rough hand reached out to grab at the bottle in Sole’s hand, but they snatched it away before he could pull it from their grasp.

“Quit it, Gage! I’m your Overboss, and that’s an order. Now let me finish.”

Gage huffed and rolled his good eye, folding his arms over themselves gruffly as he leaned back against the worn couch cushions. Sole only shook their head, setting their bottle down on the side table and scooting closer to the raider. They placed a hand on his thigh and fixed him with an uncanny sort of look, depleted of their frustration with him, and full of something else entirely. Their muted smile and the gleam in their eyes made for an expression he’d only ever seen reserved for family members, for the closest of friends, or for… for lovers. His own eye narrowed suspiciously. 

I know we’re together ‘n all, but… When has anyone looked at me that way before?

Whatever, must be whatever’s in that drink of theirs. 

“Well, get on with it then, since you made such a fuckin’ fuss.” He growled. Sole only broadened their smile softly, their one hand increasing its pressure on his leg as they scooched even closer to him. Gage felt the heat of their body through the thin fabric of his trousers and wife-beater as they pressed closer to him, their free hand sliding up the swell of his chest to rest heavily on his shoulder as their lips met his in a brief kiss. 

Gage only had an instant to close his eye, to savor them, before they withdrew, just far enough that the pair's contact was severed, but close enough still, that he could make out the distinct and enticing glisten of their lips.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” 

“What’s that?” He breathed. 

“How much I care about you. How good you are for me. How attractive I find you. Even when I try to tell you.” 

Sole’s hand moved downward to brush over his chest, feeling the play of muscle beneath his thin shirt as he threw his head back in a barely contained scoff. 

“Yeah, alright there, Sole. Look, don’t feel like you’ve gotta say all this shit for my benefit. I’m a damn raider, I don’t need t’hear all that flowery, romantic sorta bullshit. I’m a sure thing, boss. I’m easy.” 

As if to emphasize his point, one hand moved lower to grasp around the swell of Sole's hip firmly, pulling them closer, even as their expression hardened.

“You shouldn’t be.” They said firmly, their hand stilling over him. 

Gage’s brow creased low over his eye as Sole pulled away from him roughly. 

“You deserve a lot more than you give yourself credit for," they continued, "I don’t care what you think. You gave me a chance when no one else would. You've always got my back, you support me like nobody else has, and dammit, you deserve that same kind of dedication, Gage.” 

His eye widened at their words, and the raider found himself at a loss for any kind of response. 

I’m really not used to this kinda shit. What am I supposed to say to that? 

Sole sighed at him, a sad smile touching their lips as they hesitantly reached both hands up to his face. Gage had to stop himself from flinching at their tender touch, but they held fast, palms warm against his cheeks as their eyes pleaded with him to just fucking believe what they told him.

Gage swallowed.

Slowly, their hands moved, and their fingers worked their way to the metal secured to his head, fidgeting with the fastenings there until he felt the entire piece loosen and give way. 

“Sole, I don’t think–” He tried, but they silenced him with a look and a whisper. 

“It’s okay. I want to see you.” 

Gage took in a breath. 

No. You don’t.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” 

He shook his head slightly, and Sole finally pulled the patch from his skin, and set it on the couch beside them. Gage’s jaw clenched as he flinched away, and his gaze flitted to everywhere but Sole, unnervingly afraid to see the repulsion on their face.

He felt their hands on him again, the soft skin caressing his cheeks, and he fought the urge to pull away as his heart increased its thumping in his chest. Gage closed his good eye, trying to turn his marred face away from his partner’s scrutinizing gaze, but their hands held his head firmly in place. 

A brief moment of silence passed before Gage found himself jerking away involuntarily as the feeling of Sole’s… lips? He guessed, ghosted over the scarred flesh of his newly uncovered cheekbone. 

“I meant what I said.” Their warm breath caressed his face as they spoke. “It’s not bullshit, and it’s not a lie.” 

He released a sigh as he opened his good eye once again, the resistance and disbelief effectively gone from his exposed expression, if only just for this moment. 

“I really do, Gage. I love you. And I love all of you.”

Gob:

“What do you mean?” 

Gob paused, Lone’s voice clearly meeting his ears as he stepped outside the back door of Moriarty’s Saloon with two heavy trash bags in hand. 

“Look hon, I’m not trying to be rude or anything, I’m just curious, that’s all.” The scent of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume drifted through the ghoul’s meager nose, even from where he stood behind the building, he knew it was Nova that Lone was speaking with.

Something in his head told him he should go out to greet them, but a gut feeling held him back, keeping him in place as he slowly set down the garbage bags and continued to listen in. 

“It’s just that, well, Gob an’ me have been real close for a long time,” Nova’s silky voice continued, “An’ I’ve met lotsa folks you couldn't believe. Look at him like he’s some kinda novelty or somethin’, like the scumbags who look at me like a juicy slice of brahmin. I just wanna be sure you ain’t one of ‘em.” 

The ghoul’s eyes widened as he listened in, his grip tightening on the metal jutting from the side of the building as he awaited Lone’s response. 

Do I even really wanna hear it? A small voice asked in the back of his mind, but he pushed it away, instead leaning forward to hear what his partner had to say. 

“You really think I could be like that?” Panic tightened their voice as it left their throat, less accusatory, and more fraught with worry than he would’ve expected. “Gob doesn’t think that way, does he?” 

“No.” He whispered, shaking his head despite the fact that he was as good as alone on this side of the saloon. 

“Nah, I don’t think so. Gob would never see the bad in you. That’s what he’s gotta have me for. Too many people try to take advantage of the poor guy. Like he hasn’t been through enough.”  

He smiled sadly at that, silently thanking whoever it was in charge of his fate that he met Nova. Without her, well… Moriarty’s would’ve been all the more unbearable. He's not sure he would've made it this far without her, and now, if he didn't have Lone, if he somehow lost them...

Don't wanna even think about that. Maybe I should stop listenin' in, in case... What if they--

“I know.” Lone said, almost too quiet for him to hear, but loud enough to pull him from his troubling thoughts, “It’s true. Everything Gob’s been through… That’s one of the things that drew me to him from the start. All that Moriarty’s done to be cruel, to make his life hell, and he’s still so kind, so sweet and genuine.” 

“Hm.” He heard his friend hum with approval at Lone’s declaration, and something tightened deep in Gob’s chest. 

He held his breath as his partner's voice carried on.

“And so incredibly strong, to persevere through all of this, all that he’s been through for his long life, with Underworld, leaving it all behind and then coming to this, only to end up here. Still, selfish as it is, I'm glad he is here now. If I hadn't met him, I don't..."

Gob heard them chuckle, more a nervous sound then an amused one.

"I really don't want to think what it'd be like if I didn't have him, y'know? He really is incredible. One-of-a-kind out here, and in the vault. I’ve never met anyone like him.”

“You’re smiling real big when you talk about him, you know that?” 

Gob grinned himself as he heard Lone’s giggle echo down into the town, the lovely sound fading with a sigh from them and a moment of silence that had Gob leaning in even further, very nearly exposing his hiding spot to the pair as his anticipation grew. 

“... Well, what can I say? I love him.” 

Gob's breath caught in his throat, and he tried desperately to keep from choking as his grip on the side of the building tightened painfully, his bony fingers digging into the metal with such force, he was liable to bend it.

Nova whistled long and low at that, the butt of her cigarette flying off the balcony as she turned to face Lone, and Gob shifted hastily back against the building once more, hoping he was still concealed. 

“That’s quite the declaration there, hon. You tell him that?” 

“Well, no, not quite… But I plan to, and soon, I think.”

“Hm. Just be careful. Dangerous thing to tell a man.” The door to the saloon creaked open as the sound of Nova’s voice shifted, “Though actually, since it’s Gob, I take it back. Lord knows he needs to hear that more than most. And from you? Poor guy won’t know what to do with himself.” 

Lone laughed again, more genuine this time, less embarrassed, and Gob’s heart thudded hard against his ribcage, a feeling of chills erupting over his ruined skin as he tried in vain to keep his labored breathing quiet. 

The door to the bar slammed to a close, jolting the wall Gob was still leaning against.

But he hardly even felt it. 

They love me? Love?! H-how.. How can they? Why? 

How could he possibly pretend he didn’t know what they’d said when he saw them next? Even now, he found it impossible to contain himself, his entire body vibrating with a giddy energy he didn’t even know he was capable of possessing. 

Lone loves me.

Gob stood shakily from where he was kneeling beside the saloon, his mind going into overdrive as he realized Nova, and soon enough, Lone, would notice his absence in the bar. He turned back to the garbage bags, reaching for one as he took a step forward, but his foot caught on the first step up to the back door, and he fell forward, cringing less at the pain and more at the loud clang that rang out over the town as the better part of his body crashed into the metal building. 

“Aw, dammit.” He grumbled, glancing over his shoulder rapidly in search of Lone. 

The ghoul held still a moment, sighing in relief when he didn’t hear a sound beyond his own breathing. He stood up and brushed himself off brusquely. 

Still need to get in there quick.

“Gob? What are you– Oh, are you okay?” 

The ghoul’s blood ran cold.

“F-fine, Lone, I just– um…” He stuttered out as he turned to face them with a nervous smile.

Dammit, I was right. 

The ghoul’s mouth refused to cooperate as his thoughts scattered in every direction at the sight of his partner. 

Of the one who loved him. 

He gulped.

“You didn’t hit your head, did you?” They asked, reaching a hand out as if to brush it over his head, but he shook his head firmly, stalling their movement. 

“You look so… So red… Are you sure you’re not hurt?” He nodded to them, willing his body to cool down, willing his tongue to untangle, willing himself to meet their eyes, but he simply couldn’t. 

“A-are you blushing? Sweetie, I didn’t know you could blush. What’s going on?”

Finally their hand met his face, and the world seemed to quit its confusing spinning, his heart stilled its frantic pounding, and he could finally meet their concerned gaze. His eyes were apologetic as he looked at them, swallowing hard as a few fragmented words began to creep into his mind.

“O-oh. Oh no.” Lone’s eyes widened, and Gob didn’t have to say a word. “No, you didn’t! Tell me you didn’t… You heard it?! How much did you hear?” 

They pulled their hand away from him, their voice desperate and loud as they questioned him with panic etched all over their face.

Gob tried to stay calm, his skin feeling warmer than coals as the words of explanation formed on his tongue. 

What if that does it? What if this is it? What if I just ruined this?  

“Not, well, I don’t think, I just–” He stuttered out awkwardly, willing his voice not to crack with the fear he felt bubbling up in his chest, “Well, I don’t think that I heard all of it, but… Yeah, I did, ah, I heard that last part.” Gob’s head hung low at the end of his confession, as he saw the disappointment in Lone’s eyes. 

Had they ever really planned on telling me? Were they just saying that to Nova, to make her feel better? Did they really even mean it?

“I’m so sorry, Lone.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.” They told him gently, and he raised his eyes hesitantly to meet theirs. 

“I just… I wish I could’ve told you in a different way. Made it really special.”

“It was. Lone, honey, it was special.” He said quickly, both of his hands reaching out to grasp one of Lone’s, before he even realized he was doing it.

“It means the world to me. Nobody’s ever- I mean, I haven’t ever- I just…” Their eyes shone as they waited for him to finish, and Gob took a deep breath.

“Lone,” He whispered, “I feel the same way.”

Hancock:

“Your eyes, John…” 

“Hm?” 

“Your eyes… They are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Hancock smiled as his partner looked on, reverent in the haze of the Day Tripper they’d taken. They leaned forward from where they were seated, practically in his lap, with one hand against his chest, and fixed him with their appreciative, half-lidded gaze. 

“My eyes are black, Sunshine.” He pecked their nose with his meager lips, taking full advantage of their close proximity to him. “And not kill the vibe or anything, but I think you’ve had enough of these for today.” His hand gently pulled the Day Tripper bottle away from their grasp, but his partner hardly seemed to notice. 

“They are not ‘black’ in that dismissive way you just said they are." They pouted, "Your eyes… They don’t have color, really, but they have depth. Texture.”

“Uh huh.” Hancock tried to withhold the broad, toothy grin that threatened to spread across his lips as Sole looked at him in complete seriousness. 

Damn, they’re cute. 

He raised a hand to the side of their face, caressing it lovingly as one thumb stroked over the soft swell of their cheek.

But should I really have let them take two of those pills? Hm. 

“They’re like space." Sole continued, one hand waving dramatically towards the sky at their declaration.

"Like galaxies and nebulae and a trillion twinkling stars. All wrapped up in a velvety, dark blanket. Not black, but like an inky fabric draping over itself, light catching at each fold, every angle. Full of life, and light, and emotion, and truth.”

“Sunshine, I don’t think–” 

“Shhh.” They brought a finger to his ruined lips, nose nearly grazing the crevice where his once was as they leaned forward with a whisper. “Don’t interrupt, love.” Their lips followed the lead of their finger, brushing his in a light kiss before they pulled back again. 

“I’m not nearly finished.”

Hancock’s apparently mesmerizing eyes widened as they fixed him with a scrutinizing gaze, blown-out pupils sliding their hazy vision over every line of his face, every wrinkle and fold, each scar, and all the complexities of his multi-colored complexion.

Though, as Hancock was much unused to, there was no judgment in their scrutiny. No disgust, no flinching or cringing, not even some morbid kinda curiosity he tended to see in some.

His face couldn’t be chalked up to mere flesh and blood in their eyes. They didn’t see the lines as he did. It was less of a physical entity, and more a mosaic of his person. His character.

In everything, Sole saw the way he had smiled all his life, the way he had frowned, all the speeches he’s given, the manner in which he once combed his hair, and in the way he moved differently once it was all gone.

Sole saw his childhood, the closeness with his family, and then the heart-wrenching pain as they were pulled away from him and made estranged. They could see the years of relentless abuse he’d wrought upon himself, before becoming who he was today. In the emotion written in his scars, they could see his failures, and in the glimmer of his eyes, his successes, and they told him as much.

All of it they said, not with so many words, as they formed and flitted away before their lips had a chance to speak them, but they spoke with their eyes, with their own emotion Hancock couldn’t help but read too deeply into. The intensity of it all forced his hand, inspired his mind to draw connections from nearly nothing at all. The dense subtleties and micro expressions any sane person may have failed to read into, but Hancock wasn’t sane.

He was in love.

And they were too. Of that, the ghoul had no doubt at all. He wasn’t even sure if he’d known that before this very moment. Sole had told him before, sure, but never like this. Saying everything without a voice to back it. The most honest of confessions, and he couldn’t help but confess right back. 

“Damn, Sole…” He breathed over them, inspiring a blink of those brilliant eyes that broke the tension that had grown between them. “I’m so in love with you.” 

To his surprise, his partner looked at him with a flash of disappointment. 

“What is it, baby?” 

“I haven’t even said anything yet. That was supposed to wait for the end.” They pouted rather dramatically. 

“Aww, you didn’t hear all that? Everythin’ you just said? I heard it, loud and clear. No worries there. And no words needed, sunshine, trust me.” 

“Hm.” They pursed their lips, unconvinced. “I think I’ve still gotta tell you anyways.” 

“Sweetheat, there’s nothin’ I’d love more than to listen to your pretty voice sing praises to me all night long, but all that talk just about my eyes? I don’t think you’ll finish before the sun comes up.” 

“If that’s how long it takes for you to quit making all those comments about your ‘ugly mug’ and ‘boring, black’ eyes, then so be it. We’ll be here all night, and into the next day, and all the night after. I’ll keep telling you next week, next month, years from now, when I’m old and wrinkled and a new civilization has risen from the ashes of this ruined world of ours, for this whole lifetime and any others that come along, I'll keep insisting, I’ll keep talking, and kissing, and touching, and loving you until you believe every word with every part of you. And I fucking mean it John Hancock, you know I do.” 

Most of this talk was definitely the Day Tripper. Had to be. At least a little bit. Sole didn’t talk like this, didn’t make big confessions like this, didn’t command him to take their praise so adamantly, but still... every word rang true in their glazed-over eyes.

Whether they were foggy from the drug, or from their affection for him, Hancock didn’t completely know, but he did know that the words people spoke on Day Tripper tended to be true. It was one of the main reasons the drug was dangerous. It helps limit your inhibitions, makes confessions come easy, lessens your anxiety, makes the world seem more open and accepting to whatever strange, deep-rooted, or wholly secret confession your heart and mind held onto far away from the liberating threshold of your mouth. It’s why Hancock doesn’t usually do this one with friends, with people he doesn’t want to lose, with people he’s afraid to trust to stay in his life if they knew all the secrets of his past. He’d told Sole all of this, the dangers of these little pills, and yet, they’d still wanted to try it with him by their side. 

“I do.” He rasped, the words making him shudder as he thought of what they might sound like in some other context, some other promise, down the line of his and Sole’s journey together. 

If I should be so lucky they’d say yes to a promise like that. To a man like me gettin’ down on one knee and making a commitment more serious and binding than being Mayor of Goodneighbor. 

Shit, and I would mean it just as much with them as I did with this town of mine. More so, even.

“I know you mean it, Sole. And I’m gonna really hold you to it one of these days.” He hinted with a half smile as he pressed his lips to their cheek and wrapped an arm around their shoulders tightly, until they yielded in their gathering exhaustion, falling back to rest against him, and sighing softly with sheer contentment. 

“You’d better." They grumbled, "I’ll be waiting with bated breath.” 

“Don’t you worry. You ain’t gonna have to wait too much longer.” They leaned their head against his shoulder, nuzzling into him a few times to get comfortable, and Hancock leaned back, his head resting against theirs as he took their hands in his, his midnight eyes falling to their left hand in particular as his fingers grazed over theirs in a delicate caress, and he daydreamed about the future he'd promised, and they'd promised him.

No. Not much longer at all…

Joshua:

“Joshua?” Your voice carried smoothly over the sand, through the hot, dry air. But Joshua didn’t stir, he didn’t even seem to register his name. 

“You okay?” You pressed forward, craning your neck as you took a couple steps in his direction, trying to see what it was in the creek that had caught his attention so fully. 

“Did you… find something?” You bent down as you reached Joshua’s side, noting the way his unblinking eyes seemed glued to… nothing. Nothing, but his own reflection, staring back with the same intensity. 

The sand shifted beneath you as you settled by Joshua’s side. He noticed you, out of the corner of his eye, but remained silent. 

What could he say? 

How could he speak all that he was thinking, as he peered down at his scarred and bandaged face? Could he voice the way that he feels? So unworthy of your devotion to him, so confused as to why you stay by his side, so appreciative that you care for him the way you do, but so wholly afraid that if he speaks his fears, that they will come true. That, as soon as you come to your senses, as soon as the novelty of being with him fades, you will leave…

Who could love a face like mine? And more… Who could love the man that this face belongs to? A man who has done so much wrong, that his sins could only be absolved through the most violent forms of suffering? And even still… Am I truly free of them? 

He did not feel it. 

“I... am not worthy…” The missionary began quietly, and saw your head snap towards him as the words met your ears. “I am not worthy of even the least of all the deeds of steadfast love and all the faithfulness you have shown me.”

“What?” You asked, your brows furrowing as you shifted your body to face him, rather than the stream of water below. 

“It’s a line from Genesis." He attempted to clarify, "Jacob is speaking to God, speaking to him of his own humility in response to the devotion that the Lord has shown him.”

Your brows didn’t unfurrow. 

“And that… That has to do with…?” 

“I’m not…” Joshua’s jaw clenched as his eyes finally left his own watery visage in favor of hiding behind his downed lids. 

“I’m not sure why I said it. The quote just… came over me.” He lied, knowing full-well that the words had everything to do with you. 

If I tell you that I feel unworthy of you, will that start something? Will that plant the idea in your mind that I don’t deserve you? Will you then act on that idea?

“Hey.” 

He felt your touch upon his shoulder as your voice met his ears, it was light, but unyielding as your fingers clenched at the bandages insistently. 

“You can talk to me.” You smiled as Joshua’s eyes opened and his gaze landed upon your face, and he wasn’t immune to it. Nor your words, and all that they promised. 

Love rejoices with the truth.

“I’m humbled by you, Six. Humbled by the love you show me every day, and I feel… As Jacob did with the love of God. I feel unworthy of you.”

He felt your grip tighten upon his shoulder as sadness flooded your expression. It pained him to know he was the source of the strife he saw in your eyes.

“Sometimes it’s easy to forget who I am, what I’ve done… What I look like, when I’m beside you, but then, my reflection finds me. Then as I look upon your face, as I remember your deeds and your devotion to me, your kindness to others... I cannot help but feel confused.”

“Joshua, I–” 

He continued insistently, his scarred brow hardening over the intense blue of his eyes as you saw them spark with fire from within.

“I have erred more times than I could possibly count, and yet, each is written upon me, like a shouted word, etched into my very skin for all the world to see. For all who gaze upon me to pity me and my failures, to hate my deeds and to agree that I am unworthy of compassion and repentance. That I am unworthy of happiness, and certainly, of love. They see you beside me, and they know, simply by seeing me, that I am unworthy of you.” 

Joshua’s hand traveled slowly up to grasp at yours. Your eyes were wide and glistening as he gently took hold of you, and removed your touch from him. 

The air was utterly caught in your throat as your partner released your hand from his grip and stood beside you, his gaze resting back on the reflection in the running water that marred his covered features even further with each ripple over the small, jagged river stones that weren’t yet smoothed over by the current. 

“But it seems that you’ve failed to note this. Whether by choice, or simply because you are too righteous to see such things, you’ve still stood by me, even despite all that I’ve done, and that I am... I had to be sure you know the truth, Six. So that you can make your own decision about me, about our relationship… And you can find the words and inspiration you need to leave me behind, and to move on to better things. To be with someone who deserves you.” 

And truth will set you free.

The thought sprung unbidden into Joshua's mind.

I don't feel free.

But perhaps... Perhaps, now, Six can.

Still, you sat in the sand, in shock at everything that had just left your partner, the man you love, and have loved happily for the months you’ve been together.

Where had it all come from?

One moment you’re making camp, waiting for Joshua to collect water, dusting off the fabric of your tent, laying out the bedrolls close enough to later rest in his embrace all through the night, and now he… what? Wants you to leave him?

What changed?

Joshua made a move to step away from you, to leave you kneeling there, alone, beside the river that had apparently inspired these harsh words that encouraged even harsher actions, but you would not stand for it.

You could not. 

“I won’t leave you, Joshua.” You got to your feet as he paused his steps, and he tilted his head towards you, to better hear your words. To hear the justification that he was sure would be well-meant, but ultimately, unfounded. 

“Why?” He whispered, and you got the sense that he was going to speak more, that he would continue monologuing until he convinced himself further that you do not belong with him, even when you know that, beyond all reason, you do.

“Because Joshua, because..." You took a breath as righteous words filled your mind, "'You are precious in my eyes, and honored, and… I love you.' That quote comes from the book of Isaiah. And it’s God speaking to Jacob, telling him that this is why men are worthy of him, and why, even if they’re not, they’re still deserving of unconditional love, even by one as divine and perfect as God.” 

Joshua’s eyes were the ones widening now, and his body turned so that he could face you fully once again. 

“Now, I’m not saying that I’m perfect, but… If God can stand to love you, if he can keep you here, after all you’ve been through, if he can promise you life, even after going through what should’ve meant your death tenfold, then can’t I do the same? Can’t I promise you a life with me, can’t I love and accept you for who you are, no matter what anyone else thinks?” 

Joshua’s light eyes were glistening as they fixed on the sand below him, and you couldn’t help but step forward to try and draw his attention back to you. 

I had to sit through your monologue of self-hatred. Now it’s your turn to listen to all the reasons your words were wrong.

I won’t have you tuning me out.

“After living a life so devoid of it, there’s no one I can think of who’s more worthy of love and compassion than you.” 

You placed both hands on either side of his face, gently urging his eyes to meet yours. 

“Everything you’ve done, Joshua… You’ve been made to pay for. Just as you said, it’s all written upon your body, but it’s here too.” You dragged one palm down to rest over his chest. It was warm to the touch, even through the layers of his bandages and clothes. 

“And here.” The fingers of your other hand brushed over his temple, then his forehead. 

“You’ve paid for it enough. With these horrible thoughts, these feelings of unworthiness plaguing you, every mark upon your skin, all the pain you feel every day. Trust me, my love, you've paid for it. Now… I think God and I both just want you to know peace.” 

Joshua’s hands rose to delicately collect yours, to pull them down in between your bodies. But he didn’t release them from his grasp this time, only held them there, embracing you as much as he could allow himself as his mind still swirled with turmoil. 

“But why?" He asked, "You don’t have to be with me. No one is requiring it of you; and with another, everything would be so much easier. You could be happy… Happier than I can make you.”

“Why you?” You almost laughed at him, it seemed so obvious within the confines of your own mind, the mind that was almost always occupied with thoughts of him only. “I love you, Joshua. I love how you speak to me, how you respect me and want me in your life. I love that I’m able to help you, but you… You’ve helped me more than I think you know.” 

“How?” His voice was so desperate for an answer, it was almost demanding.

“Ever since I woke up from that grave… I didn’t really have a purpose. I didn’t know who I was, didn’t have anyone in my life to turn to, I didn’t have a path... but you gave me one. With you, I could help people in ways I never imagined. You were always so sure of your own path, that it inspired me to be sure of it too. To become a part of your path.”

You could feel your hands shaking where he held them between you. Your whole body was trembling with insistence, begging him to take your words to heart.

Everything about this night that the two of you were sharing once pointed to normalcy. Making camp, divvying out duties, feeling the warmth of the fire against the cool desert air, hearing the wind sweep over the dunes of sand; it was like so many other nights spent with one another. You hadn’t expected to have this conversation, hadn’t thought you’d be fighting tooth and nail to get your partner to understand how deeply you cared for him, how much you couldn’t stand the thought of leaving him, let alone ever consider it without his knowledge. But it was happening, and now this night was so much more important than all those others, because if you fail… It could be the end of all of this. This bliss that you’ve taken for granted. 

You’d survived without him for months before you ever met him, you could find happiness without Joshua, you knew that, but… With him, you didn’t have to look for happiness. With him, it surrounded you. 

“You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,” You said quietly, and even with the linen wraps covering Joshua's visage, you could see the way he softened at your words. “You made me love you more with every word you spoke. I can’t imagine who I’d be now without you, and I don’t want to.” 

Your hands tightened within his grasp, and you pulled his body closer to yours as your eyes stayed locked to his mesmerizing gaze.

 “Darling… in all my life, I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you. Believe me.” 

You insisted, and then you leaned forward even further, and kissed him. 

The thin linen obstructed you a bit, but it didn’t matter. You could feel the heat of him through it, sense the shape of his lips as they moved against yours, as they relented to your touch, and to your words. As he let you love him. 

Joshua’s hands released yours, allowing you to press yourself closer to him as you felt his touch upon your hip, and around the nape of your neck. In the same movement, your arms smoothed over his chest to grasp at his shoulders. He took a deep breath in through his nose, as though he’d been devoid of oxygen until you pressed yourself to him, and you felt the warm puff of air pass through his bandages and caress your face as he exhaled. Subtly, you could taste him through the barrier, the sweetness of cactus fruit, and the tartness of the healing powder he mixed into the water he drank. You sighed into him at the familiarity of it all. His touch, his taste, his burning warmth that sometimes felt unnaturally hot. Enough so, even, that it could scar you in return. 

And though it never had, Joshua hadn’t ever left any physical blemishes upon your skin from his touch, from his love of you, you were certain that you hadn’t gone completely unmarked by him. Like the words he spoke, like the thoughts and actions he inspired, like the emotions that surrounded him in your mind, his mark was within you. And all of that, all of his influence, his own love for you in return, that you felt was as permanent as any scar left upon his own skin. 

“Thank you,” You felt Joshua whisper against you as you parted, but remained pressed to one another. “Thank you, Six, for all that you have given me. I… I still do not feel worthy of it, but, I will do what I can to change that. No matter how long it takes.” 

“Mm.” You hummed, a grin touching your lips as you pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes, soaking in the simple feel of him. “And I’ll be right here. Right beside you, all the way.” 

You felt the outline of his own smile as Joshua leaned forward, and captured your lips with his once again.

Raul:

Raul ran a roughened hand over the smooth surface of the wood, a half smile plastered to his lips as he sampled his own work. He gave the record player console table a satisfied nod as he overlooked the polished wood and properly set needle. There weren’t too many records left standing after all was said and done with those bombs so long ago, but still, what he and Six could find, they could now enjoy, and quite stylishly, he’d say. 

You liked these ones, huh? He remembered his partner asking as they held up a pair of record sleeves in an old run down shop near the strip. Dean Martin and Perez Prado… Oh, Raul knew them alright. Then we’ll have to find a way to listen to it one day, won’t we? You could teach me how to mambo.

Though the thought made Raul chuckle at the time, the idea picked at his brain for days after, and this became his project. When Six told him they’d be gone for a few days, running some mission with Arcade, he’d taken that as his opportunity to finally finish it. 

A click of a door lock sounded behind him, and the ghoul turned in time to see his companion enter the room, their face lighting up, first, at the sight of him, and then that of the table and set of tools beside him.

“Hey! It’s so good to see– Oh. Oh my god. Raul, did you… Did you make this?” They stopped briefly beside him to slide a hand over his shoulder, but ultimately, passed him completely as they were taken by the sight of his handiwork. 

“Nah, boss.” He fibbed, “Some crows flew by and dropped it right out of the sky outside the casino. Think they were takin’ it to their nest.” 

Six looked back at him with scrunched brows, even as they kept one hand glued to the glossy surface of the table. 

“But the birds never came back for it. So, I figured it’d be fair game. Thought it looked nicer in here than on the curb, anyway.”

His companion walked forward with a smile, shoving him playfully with one arm. 

“What? You think I’m lying? They were big crows, boss. Guess they like music.” 

“Yeah, guess so.” They shook their head at him, and Raul couldn’t deny the grin that spread across his face, crinkling his dark eyes and making them shine with mirth. 

“It really is gorgeous though, Raul. You’re not just a handyman, you’re a craftsman. An artist. And you never told me.” The ghoul didn’t know really what to say to that, he’d never really thought of himself that way before. 

An artist, eh?

“This detail is just incredible.” Six continued to regard the piece of furniture with awe as they lay their head against his shoulder, and grasped one of his hands in theirs.

“It’s just a table, boss.”

“It is not.” They pulled away abruptly, looking him hard in the eye, “It’s a beautiful table. And a record player! Are you kidding me, Raul? This is amazing. You’re amazing.”

Something tightened in the ghoul’s chest at his partner’s insistence, but before he could respond to them properly, they were pulling away, turning back to the table with intent. 

“Now, let’s hear how she sounds, shall we?” 

Six knelt to inspect the full shelf below the record player, stuffed with the vinyls they had both collected, but never had the chance to play. 

“It’s really no big deal.” Raul insisted, still hung up on his partner’s generous praise. “You were gone for a whole week, mi amado, I had time, that’s all.” 

Their hand floated by the albums slowly as they inspected the titles, finally pausing when they reached that first one they had found all those months ago, and they pulled it free. Six turned back to him as they slid the record from its sleeve and prepared to play it. 

“Even if I had a hundred years I could never make something like this.”

“But I had two hundred. Remember? I've been around a long time.” Six rolled their eyes at that, and though their grin persisted, there was more than just amusement at the root of their expression. 

“Whatever, even two hundred, and I could never do something even close to this. You’re incredible.” 

“You said that already, boss.” 

Before they could drop the needle down onto the record, they turned to face their partner, a prevalent fire blazing in their irises that Raul couldn’t fail to notice, even from the other side of the room. 

“Well, I mean it! You are. And not just at this. You don’t give yourself enough credit, Raul." 

The ghoul's smile perked up at that, and suddenly he wanted to move, to reach out to his partner and show them his appreciation for their words, but something kept him rooted where he was standing. There was a tightness in his chest that seemed to hold him in place. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had spoken to him this way, even if it was with so much aggression. 

“I’m not your partner because of your handiwork, you know." They stepped towards him as they spoke, only halting when they were at a point where they could wrap their arms up and around his shoulders to meet his gaze properly.

"I’m with you because I love being around you. You make me so happy, I couldn’t imagine not having you in my life. Even just this one week apart made me realize how much I love being with you, even when we just walk beside each other, when we just talk. The things you say…" One hand came up to stroke over Raul's cheek, their thumb running smoothly over his roughened skin.

"You always make me laugh, or blush, and the way you look at me… Don’t you notice when I look at you too?” 

“No I… I guess I never did." He stuttered, "I didn’t think…” 

I didn’t think anyone could ever look at me the way I look at you.

“I don’t know, amor.” He said, resignation plain on his face as the words left him with a sigh.

“Well, then I guess I need to make it more obvious.” Six smirked, and Raul felt a rush of heat wash over him, even as his partner backed away from him, back to the table. To his surprise, they didn’t reach for the needle of the record player, but for the flat bit of the table beside it. 

“So, this part? What’s this for?” They asked as they ran a hand over the smooth wood.

“‘S just the table part." He shrugged, "Could put your drinks on it, or something, no sé.” 

Raul rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, feeling as though he just got whiplash.

How can they just say all that? An' then go back to this? To the table? Ay, ellos me vuelven loco.

Six considered the surface further, reaching both hands to press down on it firmly. Raul narrowed his eyes.

“Drinks’r not normally that heavy, Six.” 

“I wasn’t thinking about drinks… Why don’t you come here?”

With the way their voice dropped at their request, Six didn’t need to ask him twice. Raul took the few steps forwards as his partner hopped up onto the table, their legs dangling down and feet grazing the floor as they leaned forward. 

Raul kept moving towards them, filling the space between their opened legs with his hips as their arms slid over his chest, clasping tightly around the back of his neck.

“Think it’ll hold me?” They whispered with a smile and a raised brow, their firm hold only pulling him closer with the barest hint of pressure.

“Hmm… Depends.” He whispered, as he relented, leaning in close.

“On?”

“On how much we do.” Raul practically growled as he lost himself in his partner’s alluring gaze, their want for him seeping through every brush of their lips against his, the truth in their words of praise evident in the way their hands grazed over the nape of his neck, over his chest, tugging impatiently at the fabric of his jumpsuit; and in their eyes, closed tightly in pleasure and bliss, and opening only to look at him in a way he’s never been looked at before.

#fallout #fallout companions #fallout companions reacts #fallout companions react #fallout companions reactions #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 companions reacts #fallout 4 companions reactions #fo4 #fallout 3 #fallout 3 companions #fallout 3 companions reacts #fallout new vegas #fonv #fallout new vegas companions #fallout nv #fnv #fo3 charon #charon #fallout 3 charon #john hancock #hancock fo4 #gob fo3 #fo3 #gob fallout 3 #fo4 gage #porter gage #fallout gage #raul tejada

[jinnyxxn]

academic rivals to lovers - kim gyuvin

genre: i sorry i forgot (idk wht to name it, maybe fluff)

warnings: mentions of some idols

pairing: gyuvin zb1 x gn! reader

Monday, 20:44 - After Course.

you didn't go to the same tutoring as gyuvin went, except, the tutoring opened a free course from your school, and the top-ranked 5 students must join.

the course is divided into sessions at different times, but you and your bestie went on an earlier session than his scheduled session. so, your course was dismissed earlier and went home earlier too.

"girl"

"yeah?"

"are you asleep?"

"no."

your 9PM conversation with your bestie, sullyoon. you can't help it seeing your best friend was heartbroken. you turned on the lights, you grab a marker from the side table and you took sullyoon's hand. opened her injured palm and draw a rainbow.

"when i was little, there was a person who drew on my hand. that person says that there's a psychological trick when you're sad, we must draw a rainbow." you turned off the lights and positioned your head on the pillow, talking in the dark with sullyoon.

"that time i don't believe it, for me, a rainbow doesn't solve a problem. a scar on your hands would never change anything. but now, i realized. it's not the rainbow that would solve your problem, but hope appears when you realize that a rainbow only appears after a rain. that means when you want to see a rainbow... you must wait for the rain to stop." you said.

"cool." she praised you.

"who's the first person who drew a rainbow on your hand?"

you giggled, "who do you think?"

sullyoon guessed. "gyuvin..?"

you snorted indignantly which makes the answer correct.

"he was there."

"at my lowest point."

"hey, do you have feelings for him?" a random question pops out from sullyoon.

"your kidding! me and gyuvin are friends since the last 18 years ago! we're neighbors too!" it's giving a bombastic side eye to her.

she giggled, "but that's it! i feel, there won't be a girl who can be friends with gyuvin for 18 years and doesn't has feelings for him!"

"why? because he's handsome, a genius, ranked 1st, and a basketball player? or because he's nice and sweet to everyone?" you replied.

sullyoon turned her head to face you and hoped to read your emotion.

"everyone... every girl who has a crush on him... will never know what gyuvin has gone through, or how hard he tried—"

you stopped, "i was there."

"but he never saw me."

your vocal sounds weak, like it can break anytime, it's like you're confessing your biggest secret.

"i thought i'll be okay. but when I see how he looks at wonyoung in the hall, in class— i realized, gyuvin will never look at me the same way he did to wonyoung" turns out you're heartbroken too.

"so what?! if gyuvin doesn't see you the same way as he sees wonyoung, that doesn't mean you are not worthless—! maybe he isn't the right person for you! maybe—"

"but i don't want the right person, sullyoon." your words are spoken without second thoughts.

"if it's not him... then it's not anyone." blank stare to your ceiling, you're hopeless.

"it's kinda dumb and stupid, but for me, a boy in this world is just one. only gyuvin." and your sleepy as you're done speaking.

and maybe there's one thing that those girlies don't realize which is a careful step back from behind the bedroom door, lowered fingers, and aborted intention of knocking.

someone who chose to go home to number 7 after overhearing a conversation he wasn't supposed to hear.

Tuesday, 22:00 PM - Late Studying

you're studying. everyday studying. the top-ranked 5 students will get a guaranteed scholarship to any school, and free school fees.

top-ranked 5 on March:

1st rank: jang wonyoung

2st rank: kim gyuvin

3rd rank: y/n

4th rank: seoll yoon-a (sullyoon)

5th rank: watanabe haruto

the original parallel ranks per tryout if wonyoung didn't suddenly move in and haruto wasn't absent on the tryout day were actually:

parallel ranks per tryout from grade 10 until grade 12 (right now):

1st rank: watanabe haruto

2st rank: kim gyuvin

3rd rank: y/n

4th rank: seoll yoon-a (sullyoon)

5th rank: han jihyo (jihan)

but since it's June, the structure of the parallel ranks on tryout was destroyed.

top-ranked 5 on June:

1st rank: watanabe haruto

2st rank: jang wonyoung

3rd rank: kim gyuvin

4th rank: y/n

5th rank: seol yoon-a (sullyoon)

it was never a healthy competition, last year, alumni got sabotaged, poisoned, and even got encephalitis (inflammation of the brain). but this year, your very last year to graduate, the school has been tense.

you're done studying and you start to clean your books. picking up some books one by one and finding a strange book. blue leather cover book. you opened the book and it's filled with formulas handwritten neatly.

you immediately knew the handwriting, it was gyuvin's. you escape your house and you went to house number 7, knowing that his parents aren't home because on duty.

you knocked on his door so loud and fast, until the owner of the room opens the door.

"what are you doing this late going to my room?" he questioned you, leaning on his door.

"you left your book idiot" you shoved his book into his hand.

"oops, sorry i forgot" he replied to you, giggling.

"whatever—"

"can you come in? i'm struggling with things and i wanted to share some things with you.."

"sure?"

you went into his room, tidy and clean, just some opened books on his desk. you sit on the edge of his bed, and the owner follows too.

"you know the new student? wonyoung?" he asked so suddenly, you raised you eyebrows and slightly narrowed your eyes. "yeah?"

"you know what's the difference between her and you?"

"no?"

he smiled and slightly tilt his head, "when i look at her or I'm nearby her, i'm amazed because she's tough and she managed to change the structure of the parallel ranks. but the thing is, no matter how pretty she is, or how smart she is, she can't make me feel like how i felt when i'm with you."

you froze in silence, processing his sentence, and speak, "what do you mean?"

he smiled, leaned closer to your face, "i have feelings for you y/n."

"but i don't have feelings for you.." you replied, slowly you moved your head further from him.

"oh yeah? then, what about your conversation yesterday night with sullyoon?" he raised his eyebrows and smirked.

"NO, YOU DID NOT HEAR IT!"

"But i do hear it, love"

"GYUVIN STOP!"

"okay darling"

"STOP!"

"okay okayy.." he laughed while you were trying to hide your blushing face.

that night, you will never forget that night. pulchritudinous night

it's my first time doing this and english aren't my first language so sorry for grammar mistakes! — jinnyxxn

#zb1 #kim gyuvin #zerobaseone #gyuvin #zb1 gyuvin #zerobaseone gyuvin #pov #fluff #zb1 fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfics #zb1 fluff #jinnyxxn

[theharddeck]

I would die for some ⭐ directors (writers) commentary on some part of your love is the love I need. please?? 🥺💗

-@hangmanssunnies

of course, angel!! we'll go with chapter 2, when Cross forgets to let Coyote know that she made it okay and he panics and comes to her apartment to check in on her-- this one got kinda long so under the cut!

send me a ⭐ for director’s commentary on a fic of mine

“Wrong apartment,” you called, hoping they’d realize their mistake soon.  “Cross, come on, open up.” You froze, recognizing that voice.

Okay what I love here is that Javy isn't messing around. he is WORRIED about his girl and writing this i could feel his anxiety. golden retriever, easy going, smile-like-sunshine Javy is almost snapped here bc he is worried and like doesn't that just make your heart flutter?? when a calm guy gets worried, it makes you feel so cared for, and protected, and like you matter so much to them, and i love it. 

...You shoved your arms into the shirt as you struggled into some pajama shorts on your way to the door. “What are you doing here?” you asked before the door was opened, and even then, only wide enough for your head to poke through. Javy was leaning against the door frame, arms braced on either side of it, and you noticed his shoulders relaxed a bit when he saw you.

I'm such a slut for a door lean. But here, Javy's bracing himself is just another tell of his anxiety; he's literally bracing himself to stay calm. I love how clearly Javy is telegraphing that he's worried about her. And he had to see her to believe it! He's heard her call out to him/he knows she's in there, but I love that we get to see that he neeeds to reassure himself with the sight of her. I think that's really important for Cross, too, since she's all in her head about what's real and what isn't.

“You’re okay?” he asked, his eyes running over you, seemingly scanning for some nonexistent injury. “What?” you blinked. “Yeah, I’m fine, what…” All at once, you remembered the promise you’d made to his mother, and your phone charging in the other room, and how long it’d been since you’d gotten into the car at Balboa. You looked up at Javy, clocking the relief and stress warring in his expression. 

he's!!! so!! worried!!! two-word sentences aren't normally his speed, but he's on one-track right now, and just needs that reassurance. I love how intent he is, how he needs contextual, visual, and spoken confirmation that she's okay.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your nose wrinkling. “I just got carried away with stuff and—” “Is that my shirt?” Javy interrupted you, and you looked down.  It was his shirt.  You’d grabbed it out of the tumbled load in the dryer, which you now remembered was one of the last dogfight football loads.

I wrote this scene, and it still makes me squeal lol. I love that what final jolts Javy out of his protective frame of mind is his possessive side?? like he's so out of his normal character with worry, then his brain resets when he sees his girl in his clothes lol it's darling.

I also love this insight into Cross' character, that she'd just casually do laundry for the rest of the team? i like this act of service moment she has, and we can really see how hard she's trying to get along with the rest of the team.

“It was the first one I grabbed,” you said, quickly.  Javy didn’t say anything, but his hands did drop from the door so he could cross them across his chest. And he was smirking, damn it, something that should be annoying or at least not attractive, but it was, and it made you want to stomp your foot. 

smug!!! javy!!! fuck me gently with a chainsaw, ya know?? if that man ever smirked at me, I'd evaporate on the spot. stupid greg tarzan davis, being seventy different kinds of perfect. i love that now that he's moved from protective, to possessive, to smug, we see the side of him we're familiar with re-emerging. confident, handsome, pleased Javy. god i love him.

#misskielanswers

[astrumocs]

time heals wounds too,,

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 ( 5 )

Jules is one of my guys who does actually have an opinion about people's looks, and they do factor into his attraction to someone as a whole. And the fact of the matter is that he thinks Xay is incredibly hot, like stupidly so... he gets flustered if he thinks about it too much, but otherwise, he treats it as a simple fact. It's like, 'Well, yes, of course he's good looking, have you seen him? Anyone with eyes could discern as much.'

He thinks his sense of style is handsome and polished while suiting him, and that his smile is charming...

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗/💗💗💗.5 ( 3 - 3.5 )

He considers Xay as a friend! He has admitted as much to him that he sees him as such. However, I would still say it still borders on hopeful, if only because of his deep trust issues- but he wants to trust! He wants to so badly!

Jules wants them to be closer, and he'd hate to lose what bond they do have already. After their open conversations about trust, he's really trying to go out on a limb and believe in Xay. He's deprived himself of placing trust in another person fully for a very long time, and he wants it so much more than he's willing to admit...

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 ( 5 )

With the looks being at a 5 and the man going so long without getting any action... yeah, he wants that guy so bad. Plus, they did have a charged history and relationship of sorts in the past, and that lends itself to resurging desires in the present...

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗/💗💗💗 ( 2 - 3 )

Okay, so 3 out of five feels kinda fitting, but also, that hopeful label isn't quite right because Xay has already confessed to him and was turned down... Jules knows that- were he to want to pursue something- Xay would accept it in a heartbeat.

It's really more about... recognizing his own feelings as feelings of a romantic nature and then deciding if that's a thing he feels he's able to pursue. Right now, he does have himself a little crush, but it's a slow thing for it to both dawn on him and then be something he decides to pursue or not.

💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

#wren speaks #dirgelwch #hearts meme #time heals wounds #sighsss

[vee-is-a-clown]

Merry belated Christmas y'all!

There's Klangst a fic under there \/

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When traveling through space, there's no sun to orbit that tells you how to measure your time. That's become an odd issue for the paladins. Luckily, the Altean's already have a database of quite a lot of planets' time measures. Apparently they needed it a lot for alliances. They didn't have Earth's time in there but Pidge was able to add it really easily.

That database is how Lance knows that Christmas is fast approaching for his loved ones back home. The team's trying to have fun with it and use this as an opportunity to teach Allura and Coran about Earth traditions but Lance doesn't really want to participate. It's not that he actually doesn't want to teach them but he'd rather be teaching them about Earthling traditions on Earth and doing it out in the cold vacuum of space is just a teensy bit depressing.

Ok, that's a lie. Everything about this is depressing. He's stuck in space while his family is celebrating and he's being reminded of it every time he leaves his room. They've put up faux holly-looking plants all around the castle. They're even doing a gift exchange. He's, of course, participating because Lance can't resist a gift exchange for the life of him but other than that, he's not actively part of the celebration.

His family probably think he's dead right now. While he's laying in this alien bed, feeling pathetic and homesick, they're either mourning their not-dead son or worried sick about where he could possibly be. They're probably using his terrible 9th grade school photo for a memorial.

All of this is bothering Lance much more than he'd like to admit. He's not the kinda guy who tells people how he's really feeling. Sure, he'll complain about things and he'll be open with his reactions but he keeps the depressing stuff inside. He doesn't want to bring down the mood.

If he did talk about his issues, nobody would take him seriously. Once he tried to tell Pidge and Hunk about his problems back in the Garrison and they tried to seem supportive but he could tell that they didn't really believe him. He's the upbeat energetic one. He isn't capable of being depressed like everyone else is. He knows that everyone around him has good intentions but he still doesn't feel comfortable.

He's stuck in the box that he's been put in which makes it so he can't be anything but the dumb goofball who thinks he's just as good as Keith. Every time he isn't excited about something, every time he's pessimistic, every time he's not overly expressive. It's like he's built up this mask and without it, he doesn't know who he is.

He *should* be excited about Christmas. That's why it burns so much. He can feel the weight of the expectations his teammates have for him. There's got to be something wrong with him. He's not acting "normal".

Lance would cry at this point but he hasn't cried in a while. He's found that aside from physical pain, it's hard for him to bring himself to shed a tear. As much as he wants to let it out, there's a part of him that won't let him. He's stuck.

That's when it happened.

Two really hard knocks in quick succession.

Keith.

Lance had learned that Keith knocked on his door the same way every single time. It's predictable, a pattern. It's how he knows that Keith's on the other side of that door, expecting to be let in. Lance doesn't want to let him in though. He's not going to let Keith try to unravel his facade. He's not going to let Keith give him one of his really bad talks that shouldn't work but work anyway. Nope. Not going to happen. He's just going to pretend he's asleep.

It's a shame his body doesn't agree. By the time he realizes what he's doing, he's already up and opening the door to let Keith in.

The door whooshes open to reveal Keith's stupid, handsome face and his stupid mullet.

"Hey Lance."

"Hi."

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, Keith. You can go."

"Wait, what?"

"You won't gain anything from this."

"Huh?"

"Go. Shoo. Adiós."

"Lance, I legitimately don't know what you're talking about."

"That's a lie."

"Lance, could you stop being an asshole and at least explain why you want me to go?"

"It's pretty obvious, Keith. I've barely left my room since we heard it's Christmas season back on Earth and I'm not all peppy n' excited so you guys think I'm depressed or something."

"Lance-"

"What? Were you the last to say 'not it' and now you have to come talk some sense into me?"

Lance doesn't know why he's being emotional. He just wants to be alone and Keith's here, refusing to leave. Not exactly refusing, actually but he's not leaving. It's like the tiny little last straw to break the camel's back, the tiny little last crack before the glass bottle holding his emotions back shatters into a million pieces and spills all over the floor for everyone to see.

Keith didn't even have to try.

Just his presence is enough to make Lance fall apart.

What is wrong with him? Actually, it may be too late to ask that. Maybe that should've been asked during the contemplating life on his bed. But that's off topic. He probably just made Keith just about a thousand times more concerned than before.

"Wait, Lance! That isn't what this is about."

"Then what is it about?"

The acidity in his voice is apparent. He doesn't want to sound like that. He doesn't want to be mean. Keith has done nothing wrong. He's probably here to ask Lance if he wants to train with him or something and Lance fucked it up. Well done, idiot. Well done.

Keith seems to've forgotten how to do his famous "I don't have emotions because I'm cool and Keith" pokerface. His face is visibly negative. It's hard to describe but probably some mix of a lot of concern, a dash of disappointment, and a twinge of sadness. It's one of the many things Keith will never admit he's gotten from his brother. Shiro makes the same face when he can tell something's wrong but knows he can't fix it.

"Lance, you don't seem ok."

"Oh?! You think?"

Why can't he just be nice? Lance can't stop the sarcasm from leaving his mouth. Just stop it. He doesn't want to take his negative emotions out on Keith. That's the last thing he wants to do right now. If only Keith would leave. He doesn't really want Keith to leave though.

"Right, right. So what should I do about that?"

Keith leans against the doorway, his head tilting in progress. He crosses his arms like he's decided that he's not going to leave until Lance does something. He should know. Keith's done this before. He always seems to know just about when Lance's ready to burst, when he's bottled up his emotions for too long and can't take it anymore. Maybe it's from experience.

"Keith, this isn't going to work. You can't help me."

That was a horrible, terrible lie and Lance is really hoping Keith can tell. He wants Keith to help. Or does he? His brain is currently on the fence about that. He wants to have someone to tell everything to but he also doesn't want a another word to escape his lips. What a conundrum!

Keith's giving a doubting look like he's not buying it and will keep giving him that look until he lets Keith help him. Is that good? Lance really needs to decide soon.

"The only way you can get me out of this doorway is by inviting me in."

"I could close the door on you."

Keith smiles one of those smiles where it's funny but not enough to laugh and Lance's brain pauses. Keith smiled. Oh great. Now that's going to bounce around his brain with all his other thoughts. It can join the catalog of Keith's blush worthy facial expressions.

"You wouldn't do that to me."

"I will because I don't need your help. There's nothing wrong."

Does that make sense? He just said, "You can't help me". Is that an admission of there being something wrong? Is he contradicting himself?

"You literally just said, 'I'm having an existential crisis'."

"No, I didn't."

"Well that's what I heard. Tell me about it."

Does Keith ever give up? Lance has seen it a few times from a distance but those times it's been inevitable. When Keith can't beat the training simulation or needs to sleep. Keith only gives up when he runs into physical boundaries (even though he's really bad at it). Never has Lance seen Keith willingly back down when he runs into an emotional boundary. He's the one that pushes the paladins to open up.

Lance, however, has not opened up to Keith about his problems in a hot minute and it seems like it's his turn.

"Fine, but make it snappy."

Keith smiles that stupid "I won" smile that he gives when he -ya' know- wins. It's kinda like a sly smile but not really a smirk. Does that make sense? It probably doesn't.

Lance reluctantly steps aside. He doesn't plan to tell Keith everything but knowing himself, he probably will and he's got a long night ahead of him.

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@snoopkat14 Hey Kat, I'm so sorry. Happy holidays?

#[deep breath in] #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #I had so much more planned for this fic but I procrastinated on actually writing it so this is all I have #Sorry the ending's rushed #I suck at endings #Lance is so depressed #voltron #keith voltron #vld keith #keith kogane #klance #vld lance #lance voltron #lance mcclain #Klance fic #langst #langst fic #Klangst #klangst fic #I'm going to crash onto my bed now #Note to figure self: Start Secret Santa gift much earlier

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Movie Night 🎃

This was a request by an anon

Summary; Eddie and y/n have their first date looming and Eddie goes to Steve for advice on what movies they should watch.

Steve suggests horror because y/n doesn't look like the type to love horror movies and it's perfect to get a little closer to her...

Eddie has a funny feeling that Steve's advice might not be the best...

Warnings; Fluff, sweet Eddie, spooky movie night, first date 🎃🍁

I kinda like doing the Spooky theme right now. It's fun ❤🍁🎃

🍁🎃🍁🎃🍁🎃🍁🎃🍁

Eddie was nervous about tonight. It was his first date with y/n and he desperately needed advice from someone who had experience in the area of dating.

This wasn't just his first date with y/n it was also his very first date, ever.

Sure, he had hooked up with a few girls when he travelled to various concerts or when Corroded Coffin had a pretty decent gig but dating? Shit, that was new for him.

He liked y/n though, he liked her a lot and wanted to get this right.

This is why he was currently heading into Family Video to get advice from Steve.

"Harrington? You got a minute?". Steve looks up and offers him a smile.

"What's up Munson?". He joins Steve who is sorting out videos into stacks.

"I just wanted to ask you for advice dude, my date with y/n is tonight and it's my first actual date, this isn't just some random hook up, I like her a lot. She's amazing and I want her to have fun".

Steve listens to him intently.

"Well, what do you have planned?". Eddie explains his idea for a movie night.

"Any suggestions on what we should watch?". He looks around at the huge stacks of tapes and feels lost.

Steve grins.

"May I suggest a horror? Y/n doesn't look the type to like horror movies man, Nightmare on Elm Street just arrived here how about that? You can both cuddle up, and you can protect her from big bad Freddy Krueger?".

The idea of cuddling up with her does sound very appealing.

"You think that will work?".

"Trust me, dude, let her cuddle into your arms, stroke her hair and distract her from the scariest parts. It's fail proof".

Why is it the second Steve says fail-proof Eddie immediately thinks something will go wrong?

🍁🎃🍁🎃

She arrives at Eddie's trailer at six pm on the dot. Butterflies swarm in her belly, she liked Eddie and wanted tonight to go well.

He opens the door and she feels momentarily stunned, (something that happens often around him) at how handsome he is, especially his beautiful brown eyes.

"Hey, beautiful". He pulls her in for a kiss and it's as perfect as their last one. Honestly, she could stay like this forever, if it wasn't for the chill in the air she happily would.

Eddie has set the place up with blankets and snacks, she spots the tape on the table and beams.

"Movie night? That's so cool". Eddie looks like he relaxes a lot after she says this and gestures for her to sit on the sofa while he puts on the video.

Nightmare on Elm Street was so good! She can't wait to see it again. Snuggling into Eddie's arms she gets comfy and waits for the movie to start.

🍁🎃🍁🎃

"You can hold my hand anytime if you feel a little scared okay princess?". He tells her softly and presses a kiss to her hair, wrapping her up tightly in his arms.

"That's sweet of you Eds but I won't get scared. I love horror movies". He gapes then sighs.

Fucking Harrington, he had been having a funny feeling all day that something would cock up.

"I asked Steve for advice on what film we should watch and he said a horror because you didn't look like the type to watch those movies and I could offer to cuddle you if you got scared".

She snorts.

"Didn't realise you had to be a specific type to watch horror? I love it. Halloween is my favourite but Nightmare on Elm Street is a close second. Nancy is so cool and Freddy's song? I admit that did give me the creeps the first time I heard it but I love it now".

Eddie is still surprised but thinks it's very cool. She is very cool.

"That's totally metal princess, wanna watch Halloween after this. Well, if you're having a good time? I know I am". He waits for her answer growing anxious

"The best Eds. I really love being with you". They settle back down, sharing a lot of kisses throughout the night.

It was the perfect first date for them both.

🍁🎃🍁🎃

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #spooky #eddie munson imagine

[vole-mon-amour]

7x24, part 1.

Derek helping Emily with apartment hunting and asking where is she the first thing after making sure JJ is alright (and JJ asked where's Will). I mean, I can ship them, but the need to look out for one another and make sure everyone one the team is alright.

This, too. The concern on Aaron's face.

There are pros and cons to dating a person outside your work field.

Pros: they can take care of your son when you're at work. Cons: they can't work with you, don't know what to do in a situation like this, won't be able to help.

I talk about canon bc it's still happening & it's interesting to discuss their personalities, but in my mind Aaron and Dave are totally married. And I wonder, if it was one of them who had to work, would the other come to help? Would he stay with Jack? Would one of them asked a friend of theirs to be with Jack while they both work? I feel like if it was Dave babysitting Jack, he'd find someone else to sit with Jack & rush to help Aaron. And I can totally see that scenario work. They'd be a great family.

And in the beginning of all of it? "Daddy, can uncle Dave sleepover tonight?" Sure he can, buddy. Only if Uncle Dave wants, of course. Dave, "i'd love to."

All that fanfiction I read before reaching this point in the show starts to make sense.

My subtitles are often messed up but: power husbands. Checking on each other immediately. "Is that all?" "For now." That's basically what I'm saying above: working together & looking out for each other, helping with no questions asked. Making sure they are alright, so is their team.

Dave seeing the blood on/in Aaron's ear and doesn't tell him to do something about it directly, but asks for "a favor". They understand each other's personalities perfectly. God, their relationship is so good.

He's so tall. And hot. And handsome.

Parent and his kid working together. <3 I can KINDA understand how people ship them, but this is purely a parenting/friends dynamic to me. I wouldn't want to see them any other way.

Again, I love this fancy dude.

Is there a history between them? Either way, it kinda makes sense (despite the fact that Emily was originally supposed to be lesbian) & they have some chemistry. But the dude would have chemistry with almost anyone, I feel. He's charming and flirty.

Husbands (that will judge you even when they don't mean to).

Will is in such catatonic state... I never felt much about him since he isn't much present, but I feel for him in 7x23 & 7x24. And he can't even do anything, he's slowly bleeding out. And it's probably the guilt of trusting the guy that, in the end, planned it all. However, "Tell my girlfriend I'm sorry"??? Why do you give up on your family so quickly?

I can't handle Dave being Like That. Just like Aaron, he's just trying to help. And his heart if big, and his intentions are good. I love two older men.

I'd say she's crazy, but as I'm finishing rereading Mindhunter & I'm on Chapter 18, "Who could've done that?" that talks about legal insanity, I'll say that she definitely realizes what she does & simply gets off on it.

That's heartbreaking. And while I love Hotch & couldn't stop worrying for Jack during Foyet, somehow I feel way more for Henry? The kid seems to be so pure & they raise him good. Those are parents that truly love their kid & trying to do good by him.

And Izzy, omg. While I dislike kids, that chick? She's disgusted by the love WIll has for Henry. I'm disgusted by parents that threaten their kids, yell at them, punish them physically. But when a parent shows love for their kid & is trying their best & you're disgusted? Hi to sociopathy.

The way I love David. It takes over my entire body & I want to cry. The way I love him. The way he is. How good he is.

Henry is such a sweet kid.

Look who's good with kids. <3 I feel like it's not only Dave, but Joe as well. He is always so warm with kids (or maybe it's just when he's playing this character, but he often smiles to kids and generally feels good about them).

The way Jennifer fought for Henry (and how Izzy rushed to Henry to hurt him & how that infuriated Jennifer even more) and hugged him after aka the same way Hotch fought for Jack. Parents.

#cm #natiswatching #jennifer jareau #david rossi #hossi #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #spencer reid

[littlebugs]

my personal outer banks rant (character based) A/N: i have absolutely nothing against the actors of the show, this is just my full on review of outer banks and it's characters (i loveee the show so much tho, can't wait for obx 3!!!!)

see my site! https://littlebugs.tumblr.com/

jj maybanks obviously i had to start with jj.... this man has some serious trauma but somehow the series almost manages to play it off? i feel like there are a few key moments in the series but you don't really see his character getting a lot of sympathy from the other characters except for whenever it just manages to come up (sic the hot tub scene). also this man is straight up gorgeous MWAH! cut like a diamond, and he has that beach boy vibe. favorite vanilla boy in this series.

john b john b has an interesting personality and tbh it confuses me sometimes. maybe it's because his actor is like way old to play a 16-17 year old, he has this air of an adult while like doing stupid stuff, and he looks like an adult as well. he also got... married. not legally, but he got married. and honestly hes been through so much i don't even blame him- man just wants something stable in his life.

sarah cameron to be honest about her... i dont hate her! i though sarah might be stuck up in her old ways but she actually is quite a "go w/ the flow" girl. but home girl looses her dad (for a short time anyways) literally watched him die with leads to like a huge amount of trauma, has her brother attempt to murder her (yikes) and is on the run from police after being framed an accomplice in murder? not to mention getting kidnpped by her dad who turns out to be alive... i kinda forgive her for any rash actions because she arguably has one of the hardest times in the series.

kiarra carrera im sorry. I HATE IT. kiarra is a privileged girl who decides to run with underprivileged guys. i have not problem with that whatsoever! the problem is that now from hanging out with them, she calls herself one of them. you can't just think that (almost) poverty is easy peasy. yeah it's fun to hang out with the pouges, but at the end of the day she goes home to a warm house with food and a bed. people like jj and possibly john b might not have food in the house. she calls herself one of "them" but shes truly just glorifying the lifestyle and taking the advantages. not to mention her unstable relationship with pope who actually likes her. shes incredibly self centered and unaware and I HATE IT.

pope heyward POPE! i love popes rational thinking skills, hes one of my favorite characters. he rlly cares for his friends, but he also wants to have a future, unlike some of the other pouges who seems to be just lounging around. he works hard, and then works harder. he is probably one of the most underrated characters in obx. there is also something just so aesthetically pleasing about his voice it's crazy. pope arguabbly has a better home than most of the charecters with a mother and father who care bout him, but what hurts is when he runs away from them with his friends (i know he comes back, but the looks in his dads face almost made me cry istg).

rafe cameron ok... controversial character alarm!!! a lot of people like rafe but i can't understand it! yes rafe is... very handsome. yes rafe is.... also probably a psychopath. rafe definitely has something physiologically going on, and it seems like his family isn't intent on getting him help. rose cameron even says rafe has been like this since eleven. eleven!!! and they still haven;t helped him... sounds like it's getting worse to me. that may also be the reason rafe seems to fall into drugs more than any other character- it might - per say - let him escape his mind. all in all mr. rafe cameron needs some serious help and i would love to see if he has a healing process in season 3

ward cameron i do not like this man. not at all. he seems to completely ignore wheezie, honestly poor wheezie (we'll dig deeper later), he lets one of his children kill someone for him, and the other framed for the murder, murders people, marries rose (a mistake on his part because shes def toxic), and puts his children through immense trauma by killing himself and coming back to life. he also kidnaps people and blames the people HE murdered on some poor 17 year old. i can't.

topper to be honest i kinda like topper. topper is yes, a white, cis, straight male, but aren't rafe and jj? he is rlly respectful to be honest. he friends and some of the other kooks on figure eight are kind of jerks, but topper seems to be nicer. despite pushing john b of a tree or something he hasn't done anything wrong. he literately gets broken up with by sarah and WILL STILL risk himself for her. he also tells her he will never stop loving her, but gives up on the chase because hse doesn't want him. this man has a very very decent amount of respect and i adore him.

wheezie oh my god this poor kid. she's what 12 or 13? so uhm... i dont even know where to start. ok so her dad is a crazy murderer who scars her for life. her brother is also a murderer. her sister has been framed for murder. her mother is an accomplice in wards murder..... ugh. just let me whisk poor wheezie away and adopt her. also like ward does not seem to care about wheezie he speaks to her like 10 times -_- its crazzzy. i hope she turns out okay and honestly i would like to see some more wheezie character development.

carla limbrey poor carla. shes a jerk, but i feel bad. kinda. girl was dying and just wanted a cure, something to hold onto. she didn't have any sinister intentions, but it kinda turned evil because of her overwhelming urge for this cross and garment.. and omg renfield you jerk i hate him.

anyways this took an hour give or take so i hope you liked it!

#outer banks #obx2 #obx1 #rafe cameron #jj maybanks #kiarra carrera #pope heyward #john b #sarah cameron #wheezie cameron #topper #kooks #pouges #outer banks review #obx3

[mistressmooncake]

Wow it's been a while. Over a year. So much changed.

I ended up in a monogamous relationship with the last boy. I loved him deeply. He has some pretty severe epilepsy. We tried to move out together. Lasted 3 weeks. A medicsl conditikn he has worsened and he had to return to family. We've broken up... it's been brutal... there's a lot more to it and he has had to go back to his grandparents. A relationship isn't very feasible. But it still hurts a lot... I miss him very much. I know many in my life are shitty and angry about it. But there's so much he can't control. I didn't care he was disabled. I loved him... I still do. His sister thinks it will all come around. I guess we'll see. I am not exactly looking.

He's angry. He lost his home. He has gone back to family but has no autonomy. I went home to mom but that was where I was before. I think it's easier to be mad at me for things too. His pride is destroyed. He can't move an hour from family. I think he's realised the extent of his disability.

I was sad and got some dating apps and tried for a couple Fridays, a week apart. The options out there are just... dismal. Just.. my god... It's disheartening, but then I remind myself I'm really not going to find someone on an app. It's just not genuine to me. I find it too hard to connect. Being demi, I need SOME rapport. I'm too old for this ho shit.

Feeling down, I ended up seeing one of the boys I originally began blogging here about my first bb boy. The young one I'd go on drives with. He lost his licence but came when called and paid rideshare. It's not the start of something big again, but it was so nice. We chatted, he cuddled me and kissed my forehead and cheeks while playing with my pussy. He was more aggressive with biting, I liked it. His body is so tight, he's still magnificent and his cum still takes like fucking honey. He fucked me after and he openly took more dominance pushing my head down and grabbing my hair while fucking me from behind. He hasnt much stamina but he's so fun and sexy. Hes also just amazing to talk to.

He said he hasn't had anyone since me in 2021, which i was floored about. He's certainly not unattractive but a bit aloof, and I know he wouldn't pick up on girls trying to flirt. He doesn't care. Originally, i had to be near explicit with my intentions. I tried to see him last weekend but he was busy and that's OK. The fact he has been responsive is really nice. He may be a bit here and there, but he's honestly the kind of steadfast friend who is always kind there in the shadows. A real Taurus. He's got a good heart and I love him for it. It's better for me as he's familair, I just can't build something new right now.

Another ex, one I dated at 19. I think is interested in fucking again. He helped me move back home after my bf just left me. He's always been interested in me, and he's still hot af. There's some distance but I'm considering seeing him.

One of the main reasons I'm here, tho is just to write out about my boss... Well, he was my boss, but right now we're equal and intertwined with his position. When he was just my boss we had a good rapport. I trust him, he's funny, so damn smart which is one of my biggest turn ons. We have a lot in common and he sees many things I don't. I have great respect for him. He was always kinda oddly handsome. Being demi ace, I become more attracted to people over time.

Since backfilling this higher role and working closer with him, God damn I have become ridiculously attracted to him. But the funny thing is, I think he is attracted to me. Nothing serious has happened and I don't think anything will. He's married with 4 kids and I respect his wife she sounds amazing. Frankly I'd be their pet but I don't think his wife would be a kinkster like that. I think a situation like that could the wildest dream he didn't think was possible.

Some weird things have happened between Boss and i since i moved up. We don't see each other as often as he's not my direct boss. He's there when I'm not and vice versa. When he's my boss, he has to check in with me and see me in person. So we finally saw each other cause we were hiring and doing interviews together. At one point between interviews we were talking and I think we agreed on something. The look we gave each other was positively doe eyed. Both of us. We were very close and when we turned our faces toward each other we were probably the closest we've come.

Then something weirder happened later that day. We have disability bathroom's, they are gendered but even the male has a sanitary bin, and the women's was locked the men's was green, unlocked. I open the door and he is doing up his pants around his hips. He is thankfully mostly clothed and I don't see anything. I give a little shriek and go "OH MY GOD SORRY!!!"

And HE says casually "no it's OK you can come in".

.... what!?

I go "What!? No! Lock the door!!!"

He kinda seemed to con on and apologised I said that it was OK I was glad he was already near done.

It was embarrassing but also kinda hot. What was that? Did he accidently think I'm his wife for a second?

I've not let it make anything weird... in fact we may be closer.

He was very upset for me when my recent bf left me and the rental we had so quickly. He knew i was devastated.. he frankly took the grunt of how fucked up I was. I think he was a bit mad at how brutalised I was. Even tho my ex has issues he can't help. Today we were in a video call and my phone buzzed and i looked over at it. I sighed and said it was my ex and it wasn't important, frankly I thought he was making an issue of a non issue. Boss sorted of gave a dark look to the side and quickly mumbled "sounds about right" and continued conversation. It was oddly flattering.

I wont lie. I've been trying to gently push the boundary a little... just for fun. I don't expect anything to happen. We never get to see each other it's not like we can fuckk in the office or anything AND I am NOT ruining his amazing life with his wife and children.

A couple days ago we were talking and something came up that made him mad. He never gets mad. Never raises his voice. In fact the one time I've seen him mad and raise his voice like this was exactly one year prior to this year. He got triggered about a subordinate who has been bratty lately but I also a terrible enabler. So he starts yelling about her and her behaviour and I'm like "I know I know.." and then he rounds on me! "BUT WHY DID YOU DO X!?" I was a bit: O.O

Me: please stop yelling at me ..

Boss: No!!! Why did you do X! You know better!

Then he calmed down and rubs his forehead and says "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I yelled.. "

Me: O.O ... no it was so hot..

I caught myself and apologised, "I'm sorry you never get mad and you never raise your voice at me and that was ridiculously attractive for some reason".

Risky. I know.

But he laughed and seemed flattered.

When we video call he is always smiling warmly at me. He always listens and provides his best input.

The way he reacted to my ex leaving me, I do think he cares about me in some way.

Ngl lewd thoughts have definitely crept into my mind about him. But I don't think it'd ever be acted on. I hope he thinks about fucking me sometimes when he fucks his beautiful wife.

#lifeblogging #sex blog #relationship blog #thoughts #secret life #diary entry #tumblr diary

[skat3s]

It got rid of the ask so I shall cry now... Anyways here you go from the best of my memory. To the person who made the request, I love the way your mind thinks. I'm so sorry that this has started catching dust in my drafts

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Special |L. KENNEDY X MALE READER

The mission itself was simple, get the vial and get out. Of course, nothing goes right when it's related to Umbrella. Luckily for Leon, He had you. When Chris threw you two together, the only thing he told Leon was that you were 'special'. By special he means power wise. Now Leon has seen a few things so it didn't bother him, not until you disappeared from his sight during the mission. Coms weren't working, so poor old Leon had no way of making sure you weren't killed. However, right now he has to make sure he doesn't die.

The roar of a T-Type shook the room. "Why won't this fucker die?!" Leon cursed to himself, "And where is Y/N?" Worried rattled through his brain about your whereabouts. The T-Type through the object Leon was behind, startling from his thoughts causing another chase and dodge situation. Though the chase last long before a much larger T-Type bursted through the wall and ran straight towards the other T-Type shoving off the edge. Leon ran to the edge to examine what he just saw. A giant claw impaled through the T-Type's ,that tried to kill him, chests; The other laid next to it. His eyes widened in fear when he spotted, what seemed to be your sleeping, body, crystalized in the chest of the T-Type. To his convenience, a stairwell down was still in tact and wasting little to no time, he rushed down to you.

Stumbling, he ran to your side. Examining his options, he opted with stabbing the chrysalis. No good. Shooting didn't put a dent in it and no way in hell was he gonna throw a grenade at it. Leon cursed to himself. Whatever would he do now? The most he could do was wait for his people to get down to where he was and also wait for Chris.

The faint crack of something caught his attention. It couldn't have been the floor. Maybe the building was gonna collapse in on him. He wouldn't have cared considering that the love of his life, whom doesn't know, was crystalized inside a T-Type and he didn't know how to get him out. But it isn't the walls or the building so what is it? It's much closer than he thought it was, but it couldn't be you, right? Turning his head to you, he noticed cracks in your glass-like cage. Watching with curiosity, slowly the prison collapsed in on itself. There you lay, perfectly untouched and sleeping peacefully.

"Leon!?" The call of Chris snapped Leon's attention from you to him. "Down here!" Leon called back. Chris looked down at the mess below him and headed down the stairs. "Is this what you meant by special?" Chris simply nodded. "Is he dead?" Leon shrugged his shoulders. "Only one way to find out then." Chris climbed up the T-Type and shook the sleeping male. "Are those veins or something? Looks kinda like veins..." Y/N groaned, slightly wincing in his sleep. Leon stared at you intently; a sigh of relief effortlessly escaping last his lips. More voices grew louder in the distance. "You handle him, I'll handle them." Chris said.

Leon slowly separated you from the veins and pulled you out. Groggily, you sat up, your eyes landing on Leon. "Hey handsome... Did I kill it?" Leon snorted and nodded. "You couldn't have said something?" You shook your head. "Didn't matter, anyways, can I do something?" Leon nodded. You smirked quickly grabbing his neck and pulling him in for a quick kiss. Shocked, however, he kissed back wrapping his arms around your neck.

"Please get a room next time!" Chris yelled to you both. Of course, it didn't bother either of you.

#resident evil x male reader #leon kennedy x male reader #pufferfishunderthesand Coralworks #top male reader #male reader #im so slow...