#imagine them hanging out just two of them

[pomefioredove]

So idk if I'm requesting in the right place. But I would love a twst scenario with a yuu that just says all their intrusive thoughts. Like just out of NOWHERE, as they reach for a water bottle hanging out with the first years they go.

“I robbed a house back home”

Or when Azul tries cornering them with the twins for something they just blankly turn to Floyd going.

“duck off you look like you can't steer a shopping cart”

But feel free to do it with whoever you want and if you don't want to do mine that's perfectly fine and I hope you have a great day :)

certainly!!

summary: reader who speaks all their impulsive thoughts type of post: headcanons characters: heartslabyul, octavinelle, scarabia, diasomnia additional info: platonic or romantic, reader isn't specified to be yuu, reader is gender neutral author's note: for some reason I had the hardest time thinking up new nonsense, so many of these dialogue lines are from lewis carroll poems, which I have a wonderful nostalgia for. check those out as well!

Ace and Deuce are pretty much used to you saying whatever's at the top of your mind... with no filter

so used to it that it barely even registers with them anymore

whenever it's quiet, they can expect you to come out with some incomprehensible nonsense.

if you didn't, they'd probably ask what's wrong

"I robbed a house back home,"

"Yeah, okay,"

Riddle, on the other hand, gets frustrated alarmingly fast

despite running an entire dorm based on nonsensical rules, he has a low tolerance for outside nonsense

and... well, despite his name, he's not really a fan of riddles

Trey matches your energy immediately

no joke. he doesn't even bat an eye

"I eat plastic,"

"hm. sometimes I eat muffin wrappers,"

honestly, sometimes his tangents get even weirder than yours

Cater probably wasn't listening very closely when you first started going off, or maybe he's just become accustomed to riddles, though the next time you say something he just thinks it's cute

might use your "thoughtful anecdotes" as a caption for his next post

would it be surprising if I were to say Azul is used to randomness?

Floyd has a tendency to say the strangest things out of nowhere, after all, and the sea itself can be a surprising place

he does not, however, appreciate how you keep speaking in tongues when he's trying to have serious business conversations with you

(seriously, how hard can it be to swindle one person?!)

"Please, just talk normally,"

"But the mome raths outgrabe!"

he doesn't know what that means, but it sounds like an insult

...and then will refuse to converse with you again until you're in a "better mood" (in his own words)

Jade, on the other hand, finds you quite fascinating

he keeps a little notepad on him just to jot down the things you say. why? you can't imagine. he just finds it interesting, you suppose

"'Twas brilling..."

"Really? How interesting. Go on,"

Floyd isn't really paying much attention

your funny words amuse him at best and annoy him at worse

if you ever find yourself in a bad place with the octotrio, you can just say something like:

"You look like you can't steer a shopping cart,"

and Floyd will take actual offense to that, and just straight up leave

(much to Azul's dismay)

Kalim adds on right away

and keeps going

and keeps going... and keeps going...

"How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail..."

"Oh, I know! He pours waters on every shining scale,"

at one point Jamil has to pull you aside and beg you not to encourage him

"No promises!" is your answer

Kalim even buys a parrot to add onto the fun

it becomes a three-person (or two-person-and-a-bird?) act

...even if you're not really doing it on purpose

Jamil is who ends up taking care of the parrot while it squawks your old nonsense thoughts, though

he likes the parrot much better than either of you

Malleus will entertain you based on his own curiosity

none of his other human classmates speak in such odd and puzzling words, so he knows it's a "you" thing

might try to solve them if they sound like riddles

but he mostly just thinks they're cute

"O, oysters, come and walk with us,"

"How interesting... I do wonder where you come up with all this,"

Sebek will listen to you because Malleus does, and Silver has enough nonsense to deal with as it is. will definitely fall asleep while you're talking to him

Lilia responds in like terms

meow at him? he'll meow back

in fact, he'll meow at you every time he sees you until you say something else to capture his curiosity

might go ahead and start speaking to you in tongues before you even say anything

he just thinks you're neat!

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #kinda... #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader

[justagalwhowrites]

Gurll, lavender is my go-to reread everytime. Ig u are taking requests (😂🫶🏻), I would really like to see how Joel found out Doc was pregnant of Sylvie and those sweet pregnancy exchanges - like him being worried (‘cause in the original we skip the whole pregnancy). 😎

OMG Hi Bestie!!!

So you'll see some of this in Girl Dad, a canon one shot I did for Doc's birthday back in October. You see some of Doc panicking about Sylvie on her birthday because she's never made it further in a pregnancy and her birthday has just such an awful personal history for her and Joel loves her through it. We also see Joel being just a precious father to his newest baby girl.

BUT... here's some more of the pregnancy for you ❤️

Expecting

20 years after your first pregnancy, you find yourself expecting again. Things are a bit different this time. A Lavender Drabble.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender

Warnings: Pregnancy. Smut adjacent. No use of y/n. 18+ only Minors DNI

Length: 2k

September 2, 2024

The first time you threw up, Joel was on patrol.

It's not like you'd gotten your period since the two of you had started trying but you didn't put much stock in that. You'd never been regular and you were nearing menopause now. Missing a period or two was hardly monumental.

But the nausea the morning you woke up alone was.

You rocketed to the bathroom, doubling over the toilet, everything left in you from the night before coming up.

"Shit," you whispered, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand as your stomach still churned.

You knew this feeling. It had been a long time but you knew it.

And you knew you should be happy about it. It wasn't like last time. You and Joel were together now. Not just together, you were married. Things were secure - as secure as they could be in the apocalypse, anyway - and you were trying for this.

But it was still the apocalypse.

It was no small part of you that thought this wasn't going to happen. That you were going to try and try and then menopause would kick in and you'd never have a child you made with Joel. You'd resigned yourself to that a long time ago, that you'd never be a mother to someone that grew inside of you, never raise someone that you'd brought into being through love. You had Ellie who was your child in every way that mattered and that was more than enough.

But you were pregnant. You were sure of it. And you should have been happy about that - thrilled, in fact. Part of you was. The rest of you was terrified.

What had you been thinking? Bringing a child into this destroyed world? Would Joel even still want this now that it was real and not some imagined, idealized thing on the distant horizon? How were you supposed to protect a baby from the horrors of this reality? Even here in Jackson there was fear and risk and you'd gone and done this on purpose.

You didn't tell anyone, though the nurses at the clinic could tell you were off all day. You assured them that you were fine while trying not to panic. What if Joel changed his mind? What if, when faced with the reality of it, he didn't want to bring a baby into this world?

You threw up again that afternoon, the sickening feeling hanging around after everything came back up and you tried not to cry.

Joel got home after Ellie was already in bed that night, his patrol keeping him out late. You were pacing the kitchen when you heard the front door open and close quietly, the squeak of the floorboards under his heavy boots.

"Baby?" He frowned poking his head into the kitchen. "What're you still doin' up, it's late..."

"I know," you smiled a little, looking him up and down and taking stock to make sure he was still in one piece. "I'm glad you're back."

He smiled back, coming all the way into the kitchen to take you in his arms and kiss you, gentle and deep.

"You and me both," he said. "Gettin' too old to be sleeping rough like that, feel like I did my time with that shit getting out here..."

You laughed a little and nuzzled into him, breathing in the sweaty, woodsy scent of him.

"What's wrong, baby," he whispered, his arms enveloping you totally, holding you against him. "Can tell you got somethin' on that big brain of yours."

You pulled back from him just enough to see his face, his arms still holding you loosely. His face was smeared with dirt, the grime of the trail and sweat on his skin and his eyes were soft and warm and like home.

"I'm pregnant," you said softly. Those eyes got wider. "I know we've been trying but... It's real now and..."

"You're pregnant?" He breathed, stepping back from you, his hands going to your shoulders. You nodded, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. "Oh Baby..."

He took your face in his hands and kissed you again, so hard you could taste the passion on his tongue.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes searching yours as he pulled back from you and taking your shoulders again. You just nodded again, your heart pounding. "Fuck, that's... that's amazing, we're gonna... Baby, you're pregnant!"

"Yeah," you laughed a little. "Yeah, I am... You're happy?"

"Happy?" He laughed back. "Baby, I'm... I'm so far beyond fuckin' happy that word don't even begin to cover it."

He got to his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips, sliding around to cradle the small of your back as he looked lovingly at your stomach.

"You're pregnant," he said, awed, almost to himself. He pressed a kiss to you, over your womb, before one of his hands came to hold you reverently there. "Our baby is in you, right now."

"Yeah," you smiled, voice wet. "Yeah, they are."

"That's amazing," he whispered before looking up at you. "You're amazing, you're the most amazing thing I've ever seen..."

You ran your fingers through his curls before cupping his cheek.

"Thank you," you said, your whole being feeling lighter now, knowing that he was really in this with you.

"For what?" He asked, getting to his feet and pulling you against him again. "You're the one doin' all the work."

You smiled a little.

"For wanting this with me," you said quietly. "I was afraid... I'm still afraid. But we can do this."

"We can do this," he echoed you, kissing your temple. "You, me, Ellie, this baby. We're a family. We can do this."

You put a palm over your womb again, cradling where the child you'd made with Joel was growing inside you.

He was right. You could do this.

But things were different after that.

Joel hovered. It reminded you a bit of when he first came to the QZ, back when he thought his fear was something he could push past if he just got close enough. You’d be working at the clinic, turn around to pick something up and then Joel would be there. You’d be relaxing on the couch and decide you needed a cup of water and, the second you started to move, he was up instead asking what you needed.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting my own drink, you know,” you said a two months after you’d told him you were pregnant and Joel had damn near held you down instead of letting you go to the kitchen. “Also capable of walking to the mess hall on my own, making my own lunches…”

“All the work you’re doin’ growing my baby, I should do something,” he replied, bringing you a glass of water. “Seems like this is the least of it.”

You might have believed him if it wasn’t for the other things, too.

You’d become insatiable during pregnancy, all but demanding sex at least once if not twice a day. You couldn’t get enough of Joel but he seemed to be able to get enough of you.

It was close to Christmas when you finally brought it up, Joel’s hands more gently roaming over your skin rather than with any desire or need.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not interested, you know,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate.

Joel frowned, looking over your face for a moment.

“What?” He sounded completely puzzled. “Why would I not be interested?”

“I know I look different now,” you ran a hand over your growing bump and took a deep breath. “It’s OK if you’re not as attracted to me at the moment…”

“In what fuckin’ universe am I not attracted to you?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together. “Baby, if I could spend the rest of my damn life inside you, I’d be a happy man.”

Your confusion must have shown because he brushed your hair back before adjusting your face to look at him.

“What’s goin’ on,” he asked gently. “Why are you saying this stuff.”

“You don’t touch me like you used to,” you said quietly, hoping you didn’t sound too wounded by it. “And it’s OK if you don’t want me like that right now, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t really want and…”

“Baby,” he cut you off. “I’m gonna stop you right there. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted you more than I do right now. Not when I first met you and you were some hot young thing, not when you first got off the plane to come visit, not when I first saw you again in the QZ. Seeing you grow our baby is the most beautiful, most sexy thing in the damn world, don’t go thinking otherwise.”

“Oh,” you frowned. “Then… I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

“I just…” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at you again, a pained look on his face. “I’m scared, baby. I’m scared in a way I ain’t been since we came to Jackson.”

“Joel,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “We’re OK here, we’re safe here…”

“I know,” he said. “You’re safe from infected and you’re safe from raiders but… baby, what if you get hurt? You’re the doctor here, what if something happens to you or the baby? What if there isn’t someone who knows how to save you? What if I do somethin’ to you on accident, what if I’m too rough because I’m caught up in touching you the way I want? I can’t risk that, baby, I can’t.”

“Oh Joel,” you breathed, pressing yourself closer. “You’re not going to hurt us. I promise, you’ve never been too rough with me. If something doesn’t feel right I’ll tell you but it’s OK. We’re safe. You’re safe.” You guided his hand to your breast, his large palm curving around the soft flesh. “And I want you to touch me, really touch me. Please.”

He was cautious at first, hesitant. Now that you knew he was afraid, it was easier to see it on his face and feel it in his touch. But you guided him through it, holding his hand, reassuring him, until he was lost in you and things felt right for the first time in months.

You learned how to head things off after that. When he would appear in the clinic, you would give him a kiss and tell him how you were feeling. If the baby was moving, you’d guide his hand to your stomach to let him feel them alive inside you. When you needed something at home and could see that he was restless and distracted by worry, you’d ask him for help. You started meeting him at the gates after patrol so he could see you and touch you as soon as he was back, feeling how he relaxed when his hands were on you.

When you went into labor, though, you were worried. You knew he was afraid but then, so were you. You were afraid not just of what could happen, of how it would hurt under the best of circumstances, but of how to help Joel through it, too.

But he sensed what you were doing right away, so in tune with you now. He climbed into the bed behind you, pulling you back so your head was resting on his chest.

“Don’t you dare worry about me,” he said, kissing the crown of your head. “I’ve got you, baby. Got both of you.”

You smiled a little as the contraction eased and he held you a little tighter.

“I know you do,” you relaxed into the firm, strong body of your husband. “I know.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #kit answers #send asks #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #lavender #lavenderversary

[invaderlynx]

Now that Omega is part of the Rebel Alliance I had the most beautiful idea pop into my head:

I’m just imagining her hanging out with her squad post-mission. It was a major success so everyone is in high spirits. In the middle of their debrief/celebration she gets a comm. “Ah, it’s my little brother,” she says, “I have to take this.”

Everyone is very understanding—family is important and they haven’t had much time or really even the security to check-in in recent weeks. She pulls up the holo. Instead of the teenager or young adult they were expecting when she said “little brother”, it’s a fifty-something, one-handed, very clearly ex-soldier with the voice of a chain smoker whose first words are “Finally, you answer your kriffing comm”.

The others watch in awe as the two of them banter back and forth. After 8 separate assurances that she’s doing well, she’ll call him back later so she can talk to Hunter and Wrecker, and that she’ll be safe, he finally hangs up and she’s left with the rest of the squad just staring at her. One of them asks confusedly “Who was that?”

“I told you, it’s my younger brother.” Omega has to explain the dynamics of cloning after that.

#I headcanon that omega continues to call crosshair in particular ‘little brother’ as an inside joke #she often forgets that not everyone will understand this #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb season 3

[inadaydream99]

Run Away

Stray kids x reader, angst, fluff

A/N - Inspired by the prompt “Don’t run away from me.” TRIGGER WARNING OF CONTROLLING BEHAVIOUR AND MANIPULATION.

Disclaimer: extremely toxic behaviour, manipulation and bullying. I do not condone these types of behaviour, this is purely for the fictional scenarios. This does not represent any of the members in real life and if for entertainment purposes only. Please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

Chan

If there’s one thing you should know by now, it’s that Chan is at his most frightening when he gives no reaction. Like when you refused to give him a kiss so he squeezed your waist and stared you down. That had you apologising profusely and giving him as many kisses as he wanted. Or when you were hanging out with some friends and you laughed at a comment one of them made about their partner being so clingy. You were making up for that one for an entire week.

You find yourself in a similar sort of situation right now. With Chan staring you down, little emotion evdient on his face. He’s intimidating for sure. And the silence is slowly killing you.

“Chan I-” it’s like he’s been waiting for you to finally crack, to begin speaking so he can cut you off and remind you that he’s the one in control here.

“What a poor thing. Thinking you could run away like that?” He mockingly pouts. With every step he takes forward, you take one back. Until you’re cornered with no way of escape. You stare at him like a deer in headlights, only able to watch and wait until he reaches you. The lighthearted game of cat-and-mouse you’d been playing long dissipated.

There’s barely enough time for you to register one of his hands finding its place on your waist, the other cupping your cheek and his lips smashing into yours. Your response is instantaneous, unable to resist how mind-meltingly good his kiss is.

“I win.” Chan smirks, pulling away just enough for the words to be uttered in a heated whisper. And it sends shockwaves through you, your fists clenching onto the soft cotton of his t-shirt impossibly tight with the way it makes your head spin, before he smoothly delves back in for more.

Minho

He holds you to his chest firmly, one hand on your waist and the other of the back of your head as his fingers thread through your hair.

“Did you really think you’d have a chance?” He whispers into the crown of your head before placing a kiss there. When you fail to respond he yanks you back by the grip on your hair, snatching the breath out of your lungs in a sharp gasp of pain. It forces you to meet his dark eyes, unblinking as they burn into yours.

Of course you didn’t really think you had a chance of escaping Minho. But you weren’t going to let that stop you from trying. And with the perfect opportunity presenting itself, you would have been stupid not to take it…

You couldn’t believe it when you had walked into your shared bedroom to find the window had been left ajar. At first you thought it was your mind playing tricks on you. But when you had moved closer to examine and felt the cold on your skin, you knew you weren’t imagining it.

It had taken all of two seconds to decide what your next move was. You could still hear the shower running and knew that even if Minho was to enter the room in the next few minutes, he would be soaking wet and undressed. So you hoisted the window up and took a seat on the ledge. If only you hadn’t hesitated for so long about the drop…

You were only two stories up, but the ground still looked a million miles away. In your assessing of any alternative way to climb down the bricks or use the piping as a ladder, you hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on around you. The shower had shut off, the door to your bedroom had opened and Minho had quietly approached you. Only, you weren’t aware until you felt both of his hands grip onto your shoulders and pull you backwards. After scrambling to your feet, he’d pulled you into his firm hold. Which brings you back to exactly where this started.

“You not going to answer me Princess?” You’re still tongue-tied by his piercing gaze and now he’s smirking at you too. You place one of your hands on his chest for support, only realising he’s shirtless when you feel the cool water droplets against his hot skin.

“I’m… sorry?” You gulp, posing your weak apology as more of a question, unsure of what answer he is looking for. Minho just snickers at you, finally releasing his grip from your hair in preference of placing his palm back on your shoulder to push you down.

“Show me how sorry you are then.”

Changbin

“Don’t ever leave me. It’ll only break my heart.” Your thumb strokes Changbin’s cheek. You’re eye-to-eye, noses brushing as he mutters his confession into your lips.

“How could I ever?” You smile into him, placing a peck to his lips. “I’m so in love with you.”

Your friends had expressed concern to you over how clingy you are with your boyfriend. They’d said you’re so obsessed with him, that it’s not good to be too dependent on your relationship. But how could you not be obsessed with Changbin? You’re absolutely head-over-heals smitten with him. As he is for you.

After confessing your friend’s strong opinions to him, Changbin had immediately panicked. The thought of not having you in his life petrified him. How could your friends not want you together? How could they not see how perfect you are for him or how happy he makes you? Do they not want you to be happy? Do they just want you all to themselves?

With all of these questions racing through his mind, Changbin knows he can’t let them take you away from him. He knows that he has to get you to give them up. You only need him. No one else.

So he’d put his plan into action. Over the last few weeks, Changbin had been coddling you. You were never out of his sight for more than 60 seconds. He’d even been checking through your phone after you’d gone to sleep each night, just to ensure that no one was trying to steal you away from him. Several of your friends had stopped talking to you after he’d replied to their messages telling them you don’t want to be friends anymore. But you were none the wiser to this, too preoccupied with Changbin’s lovey-dovey distractions to notice.

And now it’s time for his final part of securing you for good. Changbin knows all he has to do is look at you with those heart-eyes of his and you’re putty in his hands.

“Lets run away and get married.”

Hyunjin

“I’ve given up everything for you and this is how you repay me?” Hyunjin’s hands exasperatedly flail in the air, finally falling to brush through his hair as he paces back and forth. Meanwhile, you are frozen, back pressed firmly against the door that you’d been unsuccessful at unlocking. “Do you want me to suffer?” He stalks over to you, closing off so much space you’re practically chest to chest.

You suck in your breath, staring up at him to meet his erratic gaze. You can practically see all of the thoughts buzzing around his mind.

“Baby…” you weakly utter as you place your small hand in his bicep. Anything to try to get him so out of his head. Upon this, Hyunjin’s attention falls to where you hold onto him, his other hand reaching over and gently intercepting where your hand touches him to interlace your fingers instead. His forehead falls to rest on yours, his eye shut as he regulates his breathing. “…I just thought-”

“You didn’t think.” He cuts you off. “You scared me. I thought I’d lost you for good.” He finally opens his eyes to reveal the tears he’d been holding back.

“You could never lose me like that.” You struggle to swallow the lump in your throat. You’d never meant to worry Hyunjin so much. It’s just, after the argument you’d had, you felt like going on a walk to clear your head would do you good. You had planned to slip out of your apartment for 10 minutes without Hyunjin knowing. But, of course, he’d caught you trying to unlock the front door and you froze.

You watch as he sniffles, a stray tear rolling down his cheek. Instinctively, you deranged your hands and reach up to wipe it away with your thumb, continuing to caress his skin as your hand trails down to his neck, then shoulder, then arm. All the way until you reach his hand and interlace your fingers once again. It seems the delicate touch soothes him, settling his blubbering down until he’s calm. But his grip on your hand remains firm, like he’s scared that you’ll pull away and disappear into thin air.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you baby.” Hyunjin’s voice is a whisper after a moment of silence. With his forehead still resting against yours there’s no need to speak any louder. You watch as his eyes rake over your face until they land on your lips.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You respond equally as softly. “We’ll work through this.”

Jisung

If there’s one thing that Jisung is flawless at, it’s guilt tripping you. He’s aware he’s got many talents, but keeping you wrapped around his finger is the one he’s most proud of.

“Am I not enough for you?” Jisung’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, his bottom lip wobbling. “Do I not provide you with everything you could ever want?” Another rhetorical question is thrown at you before you have any chance to form a string of word-vomit to his first one.

“Yes baby, you-” you begin, the words getting caught in your throat as Jisung takes a step closer to you. You watch as he kneels.

“Then why would you try to leave me like that?” He’s on his knees before you, looking up at you with the most innocent eyes you have ever seen. Your gaze flickers onto where his hands clutch at the rope that bounds your ankles to the chair, pulling it tighter and burning into your skin, making you hiss. “Why would you run away?”

“I’m sorry!” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to cry. Your body thrashes about as you feel Jisung move to where your hands are tied behind your back, grabbing the rope and pulling it harshly. “Please let me go.”

You feel like the biggest idiot alive. How could you think that you wouldn’t get caught when you ran away… you wish you could take it back. If you could go back in time then you would try an alternative way to calm yourself instead of panicking and making a run for it in the middle of the night.

You’d only intended to get a glass of water, having woken up in Jisung’s arms after a nightmare. It was a humid night and you felt so panicked that you wanted - no needed - fresh air. You were shocked to find the key in the back door and couldn’t resist just stepping outside for a moment. You convinced yourself that Jisung would never know, that you’d simply allow yourself a few moments to cool down and then you’d re-lock the door and go back to bed.

But even the fresh air couldn’t settle you and you found yourself having flashbacks to the nightmare. Before you knew it, you were running and running and running…

Jisung takes a step back, observing how helpless you look all tied up. He’s not ready for your pleas for forgiveness yet. Not when he watched how little you hesitated at leaving him. Of course he was awake when you left your bed. Of course he followed you as you stood by the back door and contemplated opening it. Of course he caught you before you made it to the end of the street.

Felix

“Maybe you should run away… start life over in a new place.”

Felix is many things. He’s your sunshine, your main supporter and your most favourite person in the world. He’s so sweet and thoughtful and always goes out of his way to make people happy. He would move heaven and Earth for you just to make you smile.

Which is exactly why you aren’t surprised he’s so accepting of your plans to ditch the small town you’ve both grown up in.

It breaks his heart to think of his life without you in it. For years you’ve been his rock, the one person he could go to about anything, his home. But Felix guesses the saying is true, if you love someone then you have to let them go. He could never be the reason you don’t live your life to the fullest.

Even a week later, he still can’t process you’re about to leave. He’s helping you pack the last of your things into your suitcase, taking in the bare walls of your childhood bedroom. You share so many memories in here. Like the first time your parents let you have a sleepover and you’d spent all night on a sugar high. Nor will Felix ever forget the countless times you’ve given him makeovers, tying his hair into little piggy-tails with little bows. He looks over to where you are now, lying on your bed and staring at your phone. He can’t help the heart-eyes as he takes you in, still as hopelessly in love with you now as he was back then.

“Lix?” You call out to him without looking away from your phone, his heart skips a beat as he responds with a “yeah?” alongside an amused puff of air through his nose. “You missed a spot.”

Finally your eyes move to focus on him, unable to hide the devilish smirk any longer. Upon this, Felix makes a stand, dropping the items he’d been so carefully placing into your suitcase for you to instead make his way to where you are still lying lazily on your bed. He’s laughing giddily as he approaches, raising his hands in preparation for a tickle attack.

“No!” You squeal, trying and failing to wriggle yourself away before he reaches you. But it’s futile when he’s far quicker and stronger. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You plead through shrieks of laughter. “I surrender!”

“So easily?” Felix teases, raising a brow at you as the tickles momentarily pause. He’s pinned you down beneath him, keeping you in his hold. Both of you beaming at each other as you regain your breath.

The silence that settles around you quickly goes from lighthearted to something deeper as you continue to stare at each other. You watch Felix’s smile slowly fade, turning more and more thoughtful. Until you notice how one of his hands (which had been holding him up on either side of your head) has begun to slowly move closer to you. The next thing you know, the pad of his thumb is gently smoothing over your cheek.

Felix watches as you bite down on your bottom lip, your eyes growing wider in a soft, doe sort of way. By now, your faces a mere inches apart, noses touching and his hot breath fanning your face.

“Is this ok?” His voice is so low, almost strained from how much he’s having to hold himself back. You whisper a breathy “yes” as your eyes flutter shut, his lips connecting with yours instantly.

When you pull apart, you know you’re done for. There’s no way you can leave Felix after he’s just kissed you like that. So you desperately plead him before he’s able to close the space between you once again.

“Come with me.”

Seungmin

You can’t remember the last time you left this house. Or the last time you felt the sun on your skin; the wind in your hair; the smell of fresh cut grass or the sounds of birds chirping in the trees. You’ve been held hostage for so long you’re starting to forget what the world beyond the window is like.

You’ve tried - really really tried - to escape. But every time you’ve thought of a new way to deceive him and finally make a run for it, your plan has been foiled and you’ve been caught. He’s just too quick to miss any of your tricks. It’s impossible to outsmart him, to think of anything that he hasn’t already… and so you remain trapped by him, helplessly watching the world go by from the window.

Until he catches you trying to smash the glass (something that you have tried and failed at many times before). Thank goodness Seungmin had taken every precaution and gotten bulletproof windows. It’s actually amusing watching you struggle. You’re so desperate to escape him that you actually think your tiny fist could cause enough damage to set you free?

“When you finally decide to give up, I have dinner ready downstairs.” Your breath gets caught in your throat, fist frozen mid-air as you jolt your body to face him.

Stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest and a devilishly amused smirk on his lips. He looks both menacing and heart-meltingly attractive. He turns before you are able to form any sort of coherent response and you listen to his footsteps grow distant as he makes his way back down the stairs.

“So let me get this straight.” Seungmin continues to chew on his food. “You want to run away?” He says it like it’s nothing, like he’s not keeping you captive here.

You’re at a loss for words and haven’t eaten a single morsel, too anxious from the anticipating of what the repercussions of your attempted escape may be.

“Baby please eat something.” He sighs when he realises you haven’t so much as moved since you arrived to the dining table. But you have no apatite. And what’s making things worse is that Seungmin is acting so unnatural. Usually he would have punished you for misbehaving by now.

“I’m not hungry.” You mumble, refusing to look at him. Instead you sit with your hands in your lap, continuing to remain as still as possible. That is until you hear his heavy sigh and the clatter of his fork as it’s put down onto his plate.

“You’re really pushing it, you know that right?” It’s now you choose to cast a brief glance to meet Seungmin’s displeased frown. He’s watching you intently, his dark brown eyes staring at you so deeply you’re sure if you were to look at him for long enough he’d be able to hypnotise you.

“Then punish me.” You sound like you’ve given up all hope. Defeated.

It’s funny, Seungmin has always wanted to get you to this point. He’s dreamed countless times of what it would be like when you finally give up, when your resolve and determination to escape him have gone. But right now, witnessing how broken you look, he doesn’t feel as triumphant as he thought he would.

It’s now that he realises that he doesn’t want you to give up just yet. He likes the chase. Its exhilarating. And he finds himself trying to think of a way to get you back. Maybe he could accidentally leave the back door unlocked and see how long it would take you to notice? Maybe it would be fun to let you have your wish of running away just so he can hunt you down and reclaim you as his prize…

Jeongin

“How could you run away like that?” You roll your eyes at your best friend’s tone. He’s reprimanding you exactly how your parents did when you were a child.

“Y’know I’m not some helpless little child. I can take care of myself.” It’s apparent that your flat-toned comment rubs Jeongin the wrong way, his frown deepening and his fists clenching tighter by his sides.

“I know you’re not.” He clenches his teeth. “But you’re certainly acting like one right now and running away from your problems isn’t helping your case.” You scoff.

“And what do you know of my problems?” You sass, folding your arms defensively. You thought you could go to Jeongin about anything. That’s exactly why you’d rushed to his place after having a terrible argument with your boyfriend. Well, that and the fact that the argument you had with your boyfriend was over his jealousy of your friendship with Jeongin.

“What I know is that whatever the argument was about, it’s probably not worth you running away and ruining your relationship.” Jeongin sighs, signalling defeat with his rational response. If only he knew…

“It was about you.” His eyes go wide upon your confession. “I ran away becuase he wanted me to choose.”

Jeongin’s sure he goes through every emotion possible within a single second. The processing of your words, to anger at your boyfriend. There’s heartbreak for you at the thought of someone putting you in that position. Then a few more waves of emotions until he finally settles on hope. Hope that you could possibly - finally - share his feelings for you. Because you ran away and came to him. Because you have chosen… him?

“And what did you choose?” Jeongin finally makes eye contact with you, staring so deeply into your eyes. You take a step closer without so much as blinking. You’re so close you can feel the body heat radiating off of him.

“You Innie.”

#stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids oneshots #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids drabbles #skz fluff #skz angst #skz x reader #skz oneshots #skz reactions #skz fanfic #skz drabbles #skz scenarios #kpop angst #kpop fluff #kpop fanfiction

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

I know you made jamie as a boy dad hcs but can you please please make jamie as a girl dad hcs too? (Cuz, unpopular opinion, i think he'd make a killer girl dad)

of course! i've always head canoned he has a daughter and a son bc i don't get boy dad vibes or girl dad vibes like for nash (girl dad vibes obvously). hope you like them <3.

they are both obsessed with food and love trying new things out. they would go visit all of these exotic food places just to try new things out together. they also aren't afraid to try new things at restaurants, etc.

they'd go to the pet shelter together to see animals bc avery doesn't want them to get a pet (she knows they're too irresponsible)

she wouldn't want to spend a second away from her father. she would hang onto his leg really tight whenever he was planning on going out so that he'd bring her with him. he'd always be walking around with his daughter hanging onto him.

he'd try to get along (and he'd succeed) with all of her friends and partners (i hc his daughter is bi).

when she was like five and would get mad at her father, she would ask him to crouch so that she could smack him in the back of his head with her tiny hands and then she'd walk away harrumphing.

we know jameson absolutely loves rock climbing, and i hc that she would learn how to so that rock climbing could become their father-daughter bonding activity.

she would love getting her nails painted and would get jamie to do it bc he was better than avery.

speaking of getting your nails painted, she'd never ask him to, but he'd always paint his nails the same color as his daughter so that they'd match.

she hates it when people read her bedtime stories because she prefers having her dad tell her about his crazy adventures. according to her, bedtime stories are boring.

they are suckers for movies and tv shows, especially shows like game of thrones and the witcher. they make a huge thing out of it. every week on fridays and/or saturdays, they binge watch things on tv with the biggest assortment of candy and popcorn you've ever seen.

his daughter would end up having avery's hair and facial structure (brown and wavy with natural highlights), but would have jameson's eyes.

she'd be really interested in photography (her interest in it came from grayson) and would ask jameson to ask grayson to teach her bc she was too scared (gray was surprised to hear she was scared to ask him, and made sure she knew that he would do anything for his nieces and nephews) (oh and he'd say yes)

i can also imagine her being really into robotics. she'd constantly be asking jameson to hold things still for her or hold two pieces together. she'd be ordering him around like a puppy.

her first word was game or puzzle bc jameson is always saying it

they'd constantly be making pillow forts. they'd go all out. take whatever you're imagining in your head (if you're imagining anything) and make it 1491030 bigger because they would 100% try to beat the guinness world record for biggest pillow fort.

whenever she had a presentation or project on her idol, she'd most of the time pick her dad. he has always been and will always be her hero.

jameson would have an obsession with running his hands through her hair. she'd have to softest hair you could ever imagine. he'd have so much fun buying tons of little bows for her.

jameson would have a pinterest board for all of the outfit ideas he has for her.

jameson wouldn't play games like peek a boo with his daughter, he'd invent his own, more interesting games (idk what they would be) because he doesn't want to be an ordinary dad. also, i hc she wouldn't even like peek a boo

she'd hate going to school as a kid bc she'd be really shy. jameson would kiss her hand everyday before school and tell her that all of his courage was in that kiss, and that she was now even more invincible than before.

he'd be the type of dad who doesn't give a fuck if his daughter were to ask him to buy pads for her or smth. he wouldn't be embarrassed, he'd just head to the store and get her some.

i mentioned that she'd be really into robotics. when she was younger, she'd ask xander to help her make little gifts for her dad (not just for his birthday but also on random occasions simply bc she wanted him to know he was appreciated).

whenever she'd cry as a baby, no one would be able to comfort her and get her stop other than jameson. people thought he had magical baby hands or smth bc no matter what anyone else did, she never stopped.

she'd would refuse going to the doctors unless her father was there. she said it was because he was her source of courage and comfort, and that without him she wouldn't be able to do it. jameson would assure her that she'd be able to do it alone, and at some point (when she was like 10), she demanded to be alone in the doctors office cause she realized she was a girl boss and didn't need a man.

whenever she'd have trouble falling asleep, she'd get jamie to sing her a lullaby. she found his voice reassuring.

speaking of having trouble going to sleep, if jamie's singing didn't work, sleeping cuddled up in his arms always did. she used to say that his arms protected her for all of the bad things in the world, and, that, as long as she had him by his side, she'd be fine.

they'd buy matching sunglasses bc they were convinced it made them look cool.

he'd be the type of dad who hates keeping secrets. he would tell her everything (even if she didn't understand) bc he also hates it when people keep secrets from him and he isn't a hypocrite.

he'd most definitely be the type of dad to sit down for hours with his daughter helping her with her hmk. she hates being alone, and he knows this so he makes sure she has company as often as possible

he'd also be the type of dad to know the name of each and everyone of her friends, teachers, enemies. he'd gossip with her and talk shit about the people she hates.

that's it! hope you enjoyed these <3.

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne

[fallow-hollow]

this is a bit of an obscure ask but could you do some hcs for crushing on holm? i like to imagine he's surprisingly charming despite being so quiet and laid back... preferably with a reader who's the total opposite of him (loud, feisty, etc.)

spirit of pining

…ft! holm kranom x gn! reader

…tags! pining, fluff, confession, pre-relationship, relationship study, banter

…word count! 1152

…notes! i’m glad i can feed the holm fans on this fine day. writing for side characters truly is the activity of all time

Unless you’re somehow extremely subtle about your feelings, Holm probably knows or at least has an inkling.

Even though he finds you pretty interesting himself, he doesn’t make much of a move immediately. He tends to prefer taking it easy and not rushing things, so he’d instead just focus on spending time with you, letting things develop gradually and finding out more about you.

If you’re in the same party as him, you can expect a lot of light conversation and banter to fill the time while exploring the dungeon. Everyone else has sort of picked up on how you two always walk next to each other, and it’s pretty much become common practice during your explorations.

“You’d think after this long, they’d learn…..”

This probably shouldn’t have been funny to you, considering that up ahead, Kabru was struggling to yank his leg free from the grasp of a man-eating plant. Nonetheless, laughter caught in your throat as you approached the scene with Holm by your side. This situation didn’t give off much urgency at all, but you thought it was best not to dawdle.

“Quit it, that’s not nice!” Attempting to pout at him only resulted in an awkward expression between laughing and frowning, which only seemed to amuse him further. “Let’s go, before the poor guy is hanging upside down.”

Holm was even relaxed enough to maintain his half-lidded smile and loose grip on his staff through all of this. “I suppose you’re right… otherwise Kuro will get thorns up his nose again.”

Holm is generally a pretty lax guy, but he does his best to assist you whenever possible. This goes for all of his teammates, of course, but it’s more enjoyable to spend time with you, so he has a slight bias.

Sometimes he’s even able to push through his tendency to freeze up if you’re in desperate need of assistance during a fight, it’s pretty sweet.

If you don’t know as much magic as he does, he’ll be happy to teach you! (Fun fact, gnome-style magic is generally recommended for tallmen to learn as opposed to elf-style magic because of its lower mana cost!) He also may help you commune with spirits as well, such as his undine!

Speaking of Marillier, I think it would be pretty funny if she took a liking to you because her guardian does, too. Perhaps the spirit even picks up on his feelings.

Your cheek was now soaking wet from the glob of water that was almost nudging itself against your face, but you couldn't find it in you to be upset, finding the behavior rather cute. In fact, it roused curiosity in you more than anything.

After a few moments of searching, your gaze landed on the undine’s guardian, who was currently observing you with equal parts endearment and surprise.

“It seems like she likes you a lot.” The corners of his mouth perked up ever so slightly, a subtle change that clued you into his mood. “That’s pretty rare — she’s usually shy around others. Maybe it’s because I let you feed her before?”

A playful grin washed over your face. “Or maybe she’s taking after you! You know, because I’m your favorite and all!”

The gnome knew very well you were just teasing, so he merely responded with a chuckle and an utterance of “Sure, let’s go with that.”

What he didn’t tell you is that spirits do tend to be very intuitive, and pick up on the emotions of those around them… but he’d rather not dwell on that possibility at the moment.

A lot of time is also spent with you and thinking about you outside of dungeon work, too, which sets you apart from the rest of his traveling companions.

I imagine he even takes the time to write to his sister about you, only for her to write back that Kabru had long since informed her of your whole mutual pining deal. The man would be absolutely mortified about it.

If you’re not the type to take initiative, he’ll definitely confess eventually, but if you’re a more hold type, he’d likely let you tell him about your feelings at your own pace. He may find it cute to see you be so earnest, but he isn’t motivated purely by self interest — Holm is actually a pretty empathetic guy, and just really doesn’t want to rush you. After all, he hates having lots of pressure put on him, so he’d do his best not to do the same to you.

It was during a stargazing session that you’d told him.

He enjoyed these evening outings with you, and observing the sky was a common activity that you’d partake in together. Sometimes, he’d talk about the practical use of constellations, or even the air spirits that played a vital part in weather patterns, but often, mutual silence was just as fulfilling.

The intense stare you’d been giving him for the last few minutes was hard not to notice, if he was being honest, but you seemed not to know that he was already aware of your gaze, so he let it be. If you had something to say to him, you’d say it when you were ready.

“Can I ask you something?”

Ah, there it was. Holm took his sweet time turning his head to look at you. It’s not like you were going anywhere, after all. At least, if his desire to stay with you was reciprocated.

“Mhm, what is it?” The way you fidgeted with your clothes left him nothing short of charmed. Your eagerness truly was something to be admired… and admired, and admired some more.

Under the canopy of stars, there was little light to be found, making it a bit hard to see your face clearly. The movements of your lips were clear enough, though. “Well, I was just wondering if we could try going out again sometime… in more of a date-ish setting?”

The clumsy phrasing didn’t stop him from smiling warmly at your words. He wasn’t surprised or startled at all, but he had visibly softened.

“Of course, I thought you’d never ask.”

Your silhouetted form jolted sharply at his response. “You— you knew I would…?”

“Well, I had an inkling.” Far more than an inkling, really, but he didn’t want to embarrass you that much, as amusing as it was. To soften the blow, he added, “Or maybe it was just my wishful thinking. I feel the same, after all.”

“So it’s a yes?”

Even in darkness, those eyes of yours were as bright as the stars. How could he deny anything you said, really.

“Mhm,” he nodded in response. “Though, let’s keep this to ourselves, alright? Knowing the others, Mickbell probably started a betting pool on when we’d start dating. And he’ll probably throw a fit when Kabru ends up inevitably winning, so let’s delay that a while.”

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[your-eternal-lies]

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME (chapter ten)

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Pairing — Steve Rogers x f!Reader Summary — As his perfectly normal civilian neighbour, you’ve always been secretly curious about the Captain. Getting to know him while trapped together in your building’s elevator, however, definitely wasn’t on the agenda.

Warnings — Mild angst.

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME

CHAPTER TEN GOODBYE, NEIGHBOUR

Sharon Carter, a nurse who lives in the building, lowers herself onto the floor to see into the tiny gap near the top of the elevator doors, her scrubs whispering against the dusty carpet. 

“You two okay in there?” Her voice is tinged with a genuine mixture of concern and curiosity. Her eyes are sharp and assessing, the calm authority of her profession evident even in this unexpected situation. 

You offer her a grateful smile. “We’re fine, thanks. Just stuck.” 

“Alright, hang tight. I’m gonna call for help,” she replies before disappearing from view. She stands up and steps away, her voice growing distant as she makes good on her promise, her conversation a bit muted. 

“Thank god,” you venture after a moment, nudging the conversation into motion like one might cautiously poke at a resting bear. “Sharon seems nice.” 

“Yep,” is all Steves says, his reply terse, his eyes not meeting yours. 

“Must be handy having a nurse in the building,” you prod further, trying to stir the waters that had suddenly grown stagnant between them. Did you imagine the part where he almost kissed you? 

“Handy,” he echoes, almost mechanically, and nothing more. There’s an odd tension in his posture now, a rigidity that belies discomfort or perhaps something deeper than you can’t quite pinpoint. 

You watch him closely, noting the subtle change. The way he avoids eye contact and gives monosyllabic responses are worlds away from the laughter and stories you’d shared earlier. The relationship that had blossomed in the dim light of the elevator seems to wilt under the weight of whatever unspoken thoughts occupy Steve’s mind. 

…Or the arrival of a certain blonde-haired nurse. 

You want to delve deeper, to understand the sudden shift, but the sound of Sharon’s voice cuts through the silence once again. 

“Help’s on the way,” she calls out, her tone friendly yet professional. You can hear the faint murmur of her talking to someone outside, some more shoes shuffling past the visible gap—likely the super, and maybe a few repairmen. 

“Everything okay, Steve?” You ask, addressing him directly for the first time since Sharon’s interruption. His head jerks up, those piercing blue eyes momentarily clouded with something you can’t quite place. 

“Oh, uh, yeah. Everything’s fine,” he stumbles over the words as if they’re cracks in the sidewalk. You raise an eyebrow, skeptical. Sure, the moment had been awkward, but there’s something about his reaction that rubs you the wrong way. 

“Come on, spill it,” you prod, your voice tinged with humour to try and lighten up the mood. “You’ve been acting weird since Sharon got here. What’s up?” 

“Sharon?” Steve echoes, his voice climbing an octave higher than usual. He clears his throat and tries again, this time his tone landing somewhere between casual and completely unconvincing. “No, nothing like that.” 

“Uh-huh,” you nod slowly, not buying it for a second. You cross your arms and regard him with a playful tilt of your head. “You need to work on your poker face, Cap.” 

“Look, it’s just—complicated,” he says, but then he presses his lips together, looking like he wishes he could snatch his words right out of the air and stuff them right back into his mouth. 

You blink at him, all the warmth from his jacket draped over your form seeming to evaporate into thin air. Complicated. You don’t have to be a linguist nor a genius to know what that means. 

But before the awkward pause can stretch into eternity, the distant rumble of an approaching toolbox cuts through the tension. The super, a burly man with a semi-permanent frown, interrupts, “Sorry for the trouble, folks. This old lift has been giving us grief for weeks.” 

One of the repairmen kneels by the control panel, his tools clinking as he works. With a few swift movements, he pries it open and begins fiddling with the wires inside. After another tense couple of minutes, there is a soft click followed by the familiar whirring of machinery. 

The elevator doors close before it jolts slightly, then smoothly resumes its descent, the floor indicator lights coming to life one by one. It chimes its arrival on the ground floor and the doors finally glide open again with indifference. 

You step out first, your movements hesitant as you balance your laundry basket against your hip, as if you’re reluctant to leave behind the strange intimacy the confined space had fostered. Your glance back at Steve, his posture rigid, each step carrying the weight of things left unsaid. 

“Thank you,” you say, and it’s unclear whether you’re talking to Steve or another repairman who’s tipped his hat at your arrival. Your voice is a murmur that barely reaches across the distance now wedged between you—the air is thick with things left unsaid, emotions masked by the bright lights of the hallway. 

Sharon comes out of the stairwell, and all you can hear is: Complicated. Complicated. Complicated. 

“Take care, Steve,” you say, mustering a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and the falter in your voice betrays the hurt you try to hide so well. You hold his gaze for a fleeting moment before turning away, the finality in your gesture unmistakeable. 

“Wait, please—” he takes a step, intending to follow you, to clear up an obvious misunderstanding. It’s then that his phone vibrates sharply in his pocket. Pulling it out, he sees Natasha’s name flash across the screen. 

Natasha: Mission alert. Extraction imminent. Meet at the curb. :) 

A sigh escapes his lips, a silent acknowledgement of the impossible timing. His sense of duty clashes with the personal regret gnawing at him, his heart sinking as he watches your retreating back. 

The distance between you and him grows, and Steve feels the keen sting of more missed opportunities, the dull ache of what might have been. There are no do-overs in matters of the heart, and yet duty calls. 

Again, unforgiving in its urgency. 

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[fiber-optic-alligator]

Okay, so back to what I was saying about the humans having to meet other humans who were unfortunate enough to be pets, and you bringing up them having playdates.

I just came up with this idea. Imagine two humans getting along with eachother really well after they first meet, only for each of their owners to absolutely detest one another, and therefore cutting their pet off from any contact with the other mech's pet. Forcing them to try and escape the sight of their owners just so they can meet up with eachother and be besties, basically having a gay ol time. And the TENSION that might arise from when one or the other's Owner finds out about their pet sneaking out to hang out with the pet of the mech they DESPISE.

THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY! The humans really hit it off, they talk to each other constantly, will repeatedly escape their bot’s respective rooms to hang out with each other, and just all around really get along. Meanwhile their bots just glower at each other whenever they’re in the same room, each one picking up their own human and escorting them away, mumbling about how “Nothing good can come out of interacting with that slaghead.” Meanwhile the poor humans are finally just happy to have a friend that’s their own species, and now their bot is getting in the way of it. Classic Romeo and Juliet trope lmao.

#gator answers #transformers first contact #first contact au #transformers g/t #transformers

[kerubimcrepin]

Live-Read: The Remington Comic [PART 2]

TOME 11

We go, we steal, we leave… I don't want any trouble, Remington, got it? Wohaa, as if… I'm telling you, we steal Beating Heart and that's it.

The way Luis is drawn in this comic is so cute, sorry...

Very intrigued by the books standing on top of a flowerpot standing on top of a stool, the random kettle on the floor, a blanket half-covering an unidentified fucking object, more books, and what seems to be a bell, or a bottle, standing on the floor.

Kerubim and Atcham seem to have been away for A While. And Joris doesn't like to clean.

Make less noise when you walk. If we wake the guy up, meow to make him think a cat got into the home. Uh uh.

This idea is so stupid for so many reasons, both ones Remington and Grany should know, and ones known only to us... It's kind of admirable.

Also I still can't get over how fucking messy Joris is. Either it's his depression, his ADHD, or Kerubim's Upbringing that made him that way. Man...

Anyway,

Do you remember where it was stored? Don't worry. Here it is!

THE RANDOM ELEPHANT FIGURES?? I bet they're Keke's... Also, once again, many, many books left everywhere. He's insane.

Come here, you. What was that? No idea… You must have moved something that fell.

While I wish it was Luis, it's actually an unrelated monster under Bonta that will be a big problem in the next issue of the comic.

Come on… let's go! Yes… that was indeed the talking bow meow… who was transformed by a certain Ush.

The way he's talking about them here is so science-y. As if whether they would come or not was like an experiment to him. It's so funny.

Also, Pupuce!!!!! My beloved Pupuce. <3

My instincts tell me to go hang out in the slums for a while. If only he could stay there...

LMAOOO.

Once again, I am grateful that Ush's weird and creepy relationship with cats (albeit... sentient cats, at least) was retconned into a more positive one in season 4 of Wakfu. I still think it's fucking weird, but it certainly makes him funnier as a character.

Ush hates Bump, and it's really like... "my noble sentient catfucking (while i myself shapeshift into a cat) vs. your creepy and barbarous panty collecting."

Hello, you may call me Joris, I would like to meet the noble Ush in order to ask him a few questions about a rogue and a bow meow that... Master does not accept visitors. ??

THIS IS SO FUNNY. THE WAY HE INTRODUCED HIMSELF?? The way this guy closed the door. God...

Also, his cunty little hand on chest thing.... I CAN'T.

Mhh, very well… Let's see. Mhm... If anyone knows where the beating heart is, then that person is here. YYAAAAHH!

LITTLE GUY!!!!!!!!!!?? YOU SWAG TOO HARD. I CAN'T DO THIS AYMORE. His pure and beautiful whimsy... He's so happy to be running... Like a gazelle.

YAAH AH AH!! Anyone? And who're you? We're prisoners… Get us out of here, I beg you. D'you know a rogue and his bow meow brother?

Y'know, this page does haunt me a little. Because he's so, so informal here — and kind of insane too. HE BRINGS OVER A STOOL TO TALK TO TWO PEOPLE ACTIVELY BLEEDING OUT, JUST TO TALK TO THEM WHILE MAKING EYE CONTACT. After that, no vous/vous for them, and when they ask for help, he's like "yeah no, first tell me — do you know that guy who wronged me?"

I'm obsessed with him.

Do I know them? Of course, I know them. You could even say I'm here because of them. They talked about Ush, that's why I came. You get us out of here, and we'll help you find them. Oki-doki... cross my heart! But you'll have to find the key to open it. A key? To close things it might be necessary, yes, but not to open. You're small but mighty, I say!

While I think Joris is a good person and would have helped them even if they knew nothing, I do think that asking about Remington before he freed them was a way of subtly suggesting they help him in return.

Love the way he says "oki-doki"... this 600yo man and his multitudes...

Also, Joris can bend metal. Now imagine him chained up and just... casually breaking the chains, once he's done pretending to be trapped. No wonder Ush needed dragon slobber to restrain him.

He's a bit shaken up, but he should be fine… Stop that… I'm going to puke.

Beautiful.

This reaction Ush has to this huge-ass thing goes out to the Ush fans among my readers.

#remicomic #ro liveblogs dofus #krosmoz #dofus #wakfu #joris jurgen

[dustgeonmeshi]

HI CAN I JUST SAY. thank you for having SUCH good opinions of chilchuck (and his daughters) with izutsumi's dynamic!! I thought I was the only one who likes to think really really hard about them!! I have so many hcs about them and a playlist and at least 2k mad rambling in a gdoc somewhere. Like yeah... neither of them wants to admit it (Chilchuck out of professionalism and Izutsumi out of her independent nature) but they are both really good at providing what each other needs emotionally (1/2)

(putting this screenshot here for the sake of keeping both parts together!)

AAAAAAAAA i'm glad to find more people who enjoy their dynamic as much as i do!!!!!! i really love your ideas here and totally agree. like, yes!! chilchuck finds his fulfillment in caring for others, be it his daughters, his party members, or other half-foots. and pairing that with a girl who got used to looking out for herself with the nakamoto family leads to some really sweet stuff. it's nice that they don't desperately NEED each other (hence why i like to imagine she comes and goes as she pleases), but they consistently choose to be around each other because of that reciprocal care they provide.

(more rambling below the cut)

what i find so fun about writing about them is that you HAVE to write around their feelings. like you said, neither one of them would ever say it out loud, but they do care about each other. their acts of care are things like: chilchuck nagging izutsumi to clean up after herself and to wake up at a decent hour, and izutsumi continuously coming back to hang around chilchuck's house long after their time in the dungeon has ended. "I enjoy your presence, and I want you to stay healthy" but it's never actually said out loud.

i guess i'm always partial toward familial dynamics in media, so seeing the innate familial connection between these two (without it being confined into a typical nuclear label) sparked something in my brain. i'm really happy so many people enjoy the content i make of them :')

(also if you ever wanna link your chil & izu playlist or ramblings in my ask box, i certainly wouldn't complain...)

#ask #dust yaps #chilchuck tims #izutsumi #chilchuck & izutsumi

[xdjville]

nct dream's voicemails

pairing: nct dream x gn!reader

genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)

cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"

♡ mark

"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."

♡ renjun

"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."

♡ jeno

"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck up– hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and i– we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fucking–"

♡ haechan

"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."

♡ jaemin

"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."

♡ chenle

"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well i– i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/n–"

♡ jisung

"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i lo– i miss you. sleep tight."

taglist ➼♡ @bambisnc @suzayaaa

©xdjville

#nct imagines #nct reactions #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #nct fluff #nct angst #nct fanfic #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct dream #nct #kpop fluff #kpop angst

[whimsical-lullaby]

Would you write a Toranaga x reader who was traveling with John Blackthorne?

Untethered, floating aimlessly

Standing before the great lord, your head hung low with your eyes trained to the ground and unable to meet his gaze. But your ears bore witness to your surroundings; the howling winds of nightfall, the crimson tent's flap flying in the breeze. Had your feet not been covered, you would have felt sand cling to your toes. For a moment you are thankful you are in this clothing .. but the weight of it hangs on your shoulders.

Just like the weight of his silence, you think inwardly as you waited patiently for whatever words would come out the Lord's mouth.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you finally raised your eyes to see the scene unfold before you. Yoshii Toranaga, holding his infant daughter in his arms .. he looked down at her, his lips upturn in a small but recognisable smile of content. Moving slightly in a motion of rocking the child who rests in her peaceful slumber. You've never seen him this peaceful before, not ever since you met him.

The girl seemed like she was too little to even fit in his arms but she did, perfectly so. An image too good to be true.

Toranaga lifts his had and his eyes rest on yours. "You did well."

You did well. At those three simple words, you gleamed softly.

In your time in Ajiro village, you had taken up the task to learn as much of the Japanese language as you could. Ten words a day, you had requested of your teacher, Lady Mariko. But she adjusted them to five, less you wanted to go to sleep with a headache and forget the pronunciations which was most likely what happened.

"What have you decided to name her?" Toranaga quarries in a hum.

Yes, it is true. You have excelled in learning as much words as your brain could handle. But you were still new to stringing up sentences with said words. Your head turned to Lady Mariko, awaiting his translation.

Swallowing up every anxiety you had in you, your eyes interlocked with his. "I have." Your voice began, leveled. "Mariko will be her name. For she has stood by me like no one else has since my arrival."

Toda Mariko blinked, hesitating her interpretation for her Lord as her heart swells with gratitude. Her eightfold fence rattled but she charged on, guarding it dutifully. She dips her head in a bow. "You honor me greatly, N/N-sama."

Lord Toranaga's eyes narrowed lightly, brows contorted in confusion and they rested as Lady Mariko translates for you. He didn't dare miss the warmth the two women shared and found it endearing that you were finding a footing in his country, a home in the form of one his most trusted people.

A small smile settles on his lips, looking at you. "A fitting name indeed."

The Lord comes over to you, carefully placing Mariko in the safety of your arms. Your heart swells with wonder of her being here .. for a long time she had been but an imagination, a dream. And now you're finding it hard to believe she was actually here.

You had expected so much from Toranaga's arrival. The first image of him that came to your mind when he saw you, was him raging and speaking so quickly in long sentences you didn't even understand. And you just staring at him like a deer, surveying for any predators in the area.

However, you weren't going to lie because you deserved his anger, his lecture. Hiding a pregnancy wasn't a small thing...

Still, you couldn't take your mind off of the day you two parted. You had argued with him on the ship sailing to Ajiro village after the escape at Osaka. Needing to let out your pent up emotions to the sole purpose of your anguish and frustration. Him.

When you were first brought before him along with John Blackthorne, you had been but a stranger to him. A barbarian. At first you had no knowledge as to why he had strike up the deal to set John and his crew free in exchange of you being his concubine.

It seemed like a deal for his own personal gain which you righteously refused. But just as John had a slippery tongue when it comes to vile words, he did so when telling lies. Like the lie he told Toranaga of you being his sister, to ensure that you were close to him whatever the circumstances was.. a lie in which still is hidden til today. And then he goes on to accept the offer on your behalf.

Some brother he was.

Lady Mariko was there to help you in any way she could and you were grateful in that aspect. Yet that still didn't mean it was sunshine and roses from then on.

The escape from Osaka took place.

You had thought, since you were Toranaga's concubine he would protect you, at the very least. But when you climbed on that Portuguese ship at the bay, and the captain said he wanted you and Blackthorne out and back to the shores of Osaka, Toranaga came out of the captain's quarters and relied his words.

Betrayed.

You were no stranger to betrayal. It was the root cause of you coming here in the first place. The son of a lady you were serving had his eyes of for you, one day gifting you his grandmother's ring on Christmas. A little bird tweeted in the kitchens you were working in and you found yourself in front of the Mistress who had her son beside her, questioning him on the jewellery. The bastard denied ever giving it to you.

Branded a thief, you knew sooner than late that you would be sentenced to transportation.

Your nan always told you to be wary of men, they will take advantage of you if you don't.

That's why you descended upon the Portuguese ship in tow behind John, because you were just a pawn in whatever game the Lord of Kanto was playing.

You both narrowly escaped. That was one thing about you that you shared with John. Your drive to live ...

For the few coming hours, you had Mary that drive nor will ..

Unable to face Toranaga after his betrayal, you went to the back of the ship that courses through the waves. Somehow, you ended on the other side of the helm of the ship, the heal of your legs balancing on a protruding beam. Your mind had conjured up a peaceful oblivion, that was enough to make you do that.

As you gaze down at the reflection of the starry littered sea, that's all you wished to be engulfed in. A gleaming heaven, a calm nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Not a raging cold ocean that would drown you the moment you let go.

The moment you let go ..

It never came. Because Toranaga was there.

He stopped you. Obviously it didn't work. You were a stubborn girl from the day you were born.

Your mind was made up. You nothing here in these, you had no one, you were no one.

By the time you reached Ajiro village, no words were shared between you and Lord Toranaga. You stood next to Blackthorne as the formalities went on with Toranaga inspecting his vassal's army.

Then you saw him sailing away on the boat, gracefully raising his fan as the army cheered him on. Nagakado had said he had urgent business and that for the coming months, the gun regiment needed to be trained.

There was only a moment where you interlocked eyes with his as the boat took him away. A foreign feeling tugged at your heart and you ignored it as you wondered beneath all that anguish inside you. Was he ever feeling it too?

Now how were you to bring up being with child in all that whirlwind of pain and betrayal and loneliness?

Thankfully the loneliness was cured.

You found a friend in Usami Fuji. She had orders from Toranaga to be John's consort and you knew a great deal about him spending time on the Erasmus, in that long, excruciating voyage. She was thankful for you immensely.

With time, she helped you adjust to the life growing in your womb as she was once a mother too.

Lady Mariko was there, too.

She was your translator, your closest confidant. You had begun to accept her as the older sister you always wished and dreamed you had. Most of your siblings you had to see go because of famine. You were much accustomed to death around you.

So when a new life came, your heart was heavy with joy. Your eyes shed tears of content for the very first time since you arrived in this island country. In your daughter, you had something that was yours and a purpose to keep moving forward in this godforsaken journey called life.

Life seemed a little brighter with her here now. And that only hope you held, was the reason you stood before Toranaga today, without having to fall to your knees and wallow in self pity and embarrassment.

Toranaga nods toward Lady Mariko and she bows, taking her leave. Your heart sinks as you watched the departure of your interpreter but you do your best not to show it. Now, all you had was your broken Japanese to communicate with him.

There was silence, only the winds whispered, filling the space between them. As if they too were anticipating who would break the silence of suffocation.

"That day .. no goodbye." You tried piecing together the words you could only describe were like million puzzle pieces to create one image, while the clock ticked in your eardrums.

The clock being the unflinching gaze of Toranaga.

Toranaga replies, "I'd assumed you were angry with me."

"I still am." You confirmed, catching onto the last three words he said. The lessons you spent with Mariko giving you hope that even though broken, you could still communicate and reach and understanding.

Your gaze fell on a lamp, finding it interesting all of a sudden. You harboured enough strengths and courage to do a great many things but looking into his eyes was not one of them. He was the most frustrating yet undaunted man you had ever met in your life and you didn't know whether to see that as a blessing of a curse.

"Can .. can I trust you?" Your voice came out in a whisper.

"Trust is a powerful word."

Of course he would say that. I mean, what were you hoping? He was a Lord, for crying out loud. And you .. you are just a girl from a small town that courageously paved her way through life and then royally fucked it up after you trusted someone you claimed to love.

Still not meeting his eyes, yours closed as you let out a shaky breath. You just needed the clarity. "Then, can I lean on you? Until the storm is over?"

He knew exactly what you meant. This war. You wanted clarity on whether he would protect you should anything happen ..

Toranaga nods. "I will you give you a shelter untill this storm is over." His lips upturned and your eyes finally found his, your heart fluttering as the burning on your cheeks stung.

"And perhaps," he continues, "we can start over. From the beginning."

"I'd like that," for the first time, you beamed a smile that reached to your eyes. "I'd like that very much."

#shōgun 2024 #shogun fx #yoshii toranaga x reader #yoshii toranaga #hiroyuki sanada

[swanqueendaughter]

911 BUDDIE THOUGHTS

So after the last episode of 911, I need to speak out:

1. I'm so sick of people who write that using buddie scenes to promote an episode is the norm of media production, not queerbaiting. Of course, Buddie's fandom is the most numerous, it can be seen from any social networks and comments, so this step is quite dirty, but of course effective for promotion.

2. I've been watching this series for the last 7 years since season 1, but I wasn't buddie shipper until season 7. I mean, I caught a certain vibe in seasons 2-3, but only 7.04 made me consider this pairing seriously. The whole episode was literally saturated with Buck's jealousy of Eddie. And no, fans of Buck and Tommy relationship, we're not delulu. Buck literally tells Maddie when they have lunch at the call center that he was jealous and wanted to get EDDIE's attention. However, in the last scene, he really tells Tommy that he wanted to get his attention, which of course does not fit into my brain, but the kiss and the arc of bi-Buck really distract my attention from this mess. I would also like to highlight the scene in the gym where Tommy wasn't even there and the scene where Buck pushes Eddie on the basketball court. Can you imagine that Buck, our sweet kind-hearted Buck, is pushing his best friend for the guy's attention? No way. What I see is an incredibly jealous friend who is seething with indignation that Eddie is trying to replace him in his opinion. And the scene with Tommy, where he assures Buck that no one is going to replace him, especially since Christopher wouldn't allow it? The whole arc comes down to the fact that no matter how selfish it is, Buck wants to occupy all areas of Eddie's life (his free time hanging out as best friends, being part of his family with Christopher and being number 1 for his child).

I mean, this whole arc has only two readings - the first is Buck, who is not aware of his feelings for Eddie, being burdened by his heterosexual role and their friendship, chooses to turn his attention to a more accessible option - Tommy, who has a similar background and interests with Eddie. The second is, of course, buddy's queerboating,  writers/producers might well have no desire to lose some of the conservative audience by making Eddie queer character. So in this matter, maybe Oliver/Buck was just lucky to pull out a successful plot straw (I mean, at least for media PR), while Ryan/Eddie (who originally should have had a love line with Tommy) got an unenviable plot with Marisol. 

3.I can't help but speak out about this absurd Eddie/Marisol arc. I mean, it hardly seems to be successful in any way, not even for buddie's shippers. This is literally Cap saying that love can be met by chance, implying his relationship with Athena. Eddie listens to him and, as if trying to copy this scenario, "falls in love" with the first girl he sees. It's absurd.

4.Eddie definitely has a problem with relationships with girls. There is a clear feeling that he chooses them relative to their qualities, and not the special bond they share. He married Shannon because she got pregnant, and the opinion of religious parents played a role. Over time, Eddie could love the idea of their small family, because Shannon was a good woman, but she was not Eddie's partner, so as soon as the first difficulties arose, Eddie ran away, instead of somehow solving the problem, and then Shannon ran away. Sad.

Eddie and Shannon's attempt to rekindle their relationship was doomed from the very beginning, and I think when Shannon realized the dysfunctionality of their marriage, she asked for a divorce. Thanks Shannon!  

Anna was just another girl who met Eddie's criteria, an ideal potential wife and mother for Christopher, but who did not have an emotional connection with him. And although the screenwriters tried to fool us with a picture of the perfect happy couple, albeit slightly unsettled Eddie, as a result it turned out that he did not develop the slightest feelings for Anna. I mean, he had a panic attack at the thought of Anna as his wife!! What a shame!

5.I understand that some people have been watching the show for so long that they start to forget the plot of the first seasons of the series. However, I advise you to review the flashbacks with Tommy in order to form an opinion about him not as Buck's love interest. but behind the beautiful picture there is a completely faded and indifferent character to the fate of the team members. His evolution after he changed jobs and came out of the closet is pretty ridiculous. Yes, I see a handsome, confident man who has done just one good deed so far. But I still have no idea where this evolution comes from. Does coming out make you a different person? Doubtful. Lou is a wonderful actor, but I don't share Tommies's admiration as a character. He's cool and confident, but there doesn't seem to be anything behind that facade.

6. Buck and Tommy. The sexual energy between the characters, which is useful for creating spectacular passionate kisses and perhaps something more, is undeniable. I like to see Buck exploring his sexuality. But as for the emotional component? An absolute hopeless abyss. The scene with the costumes for the bachelor party was quite revealing. Is it possible to fill it with a decent emotional component? With the good work of the screenwriters, yes. But the truth is that good true canonical engames click right away (Madney, Cap and Athena).

7. Should we expect a Buddie canon? I think season 7 can be considered the last to summarize this issue. Remembering such series as Castle, Bones and the Mentalist, the pairs of main characters did not become canon right away, where by season 4-6. Perhaps the pair of Jane and Lisbon was the longest in this matter, and the most controversial according to the reviews of the audience (meaning that not everyone believed that there would become canon couple). They only got together in the season 6 finale. This is also season 6 for Badie, so I think everything will be resolved this season. Waiting for the canon in season 8, unless a direct indication is given in the finale 7 (awareness of the feelings of at least one of them)!would be absurd. I'm not calling on buddies's entire fandom to quit watching the series (although in the case of outright queerboating of this fandom, it would be fair), but I would urge my sensitive friends to stop deluding themselves at the end of this season.

7. To sum up, I would advise the screenwriters to start writing good love lines for Buck and Eddie, if they are at least as capable of it. Because what's happening on the screen right now is pretty disappointing.

#buddie #911 on abc #evan buck buckley #bi buck #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #911 season 7 #bucktommy #edmundo eddie diaz #911 spoilers #911 show #911 fox #911onabc #queer #lgbt #lgbtqia #biseuxal #bisexual buck

[jovieinramshackle]

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase more about the dylia (dylla + lilia) ship. It is so crack and yet so satisfying. Please i beg 🙏🙏🙏

JSDSASHDAJSH HBF LET'S GOOOOO MORE DYLIA

Dw anon I'm here to deliver🙏🙏

This got long and it's kinda all over the place SORRY I just REALLY wanted to ramble about them

So I see them meeting around Deuce's second year I HAVEN'T THOUGHT EXACTLY HOW (so I'm open to ideas) BUT they found themselves attracted to each other rather quickly.

Lilia found Dylla's confident and strong personality intriguing, enjoying how she didn't hesitate to talk or speak her mind.

I imagine Dylla didn't have an interest in dating considering she had to look after Deuce, and depending on what you think the father is like, her want to date can decrease even more.

So imagine her surprise when she found herself giggling at Lilia's antics...she hadn't enjoyed being around someone like that in a WHILE so it was a very odd, yet nice feeling for her

I'm so sure Deuce and Silver noticed this and tried to encourage them to talk more.

They keep in contact!! Phone calling each other daily, they were in the "we're just friends" phase for a while until Lilia FINALLY went ahead and asked her out-- and she accepted!

I think they both would be pretty awkward at the start, but Dylla less- both because of her personality and, well, Lilia hasn't felt this way in over 400 years, with Meleanor and her husband having been the first to make him feel this specific love.

He wants to appear confident and sure about himself, but he just isn't, and Dylla can see that and tries to reassure him as much as she can.

But, of course, she also carries her own doubts, after all, she hasn't been with someone in YEARS, and she's scared of this going badly again. Not to mention, she doesn't want to do something that could potentially make Deuce uncomfortable, since a mom dating again could bring mixed feelings to the child.

Although she doesn't ask for reassurance from her son, obviously, it's not his responsibility, Deuce catches onto her doubts and tries to comfort her even a little bit.

"You said all you wanted from me was to visit once in a while, right? Well, I want you to enjoy your life! No need to worry about me."

These are the words she tries to keep in mind every time she starts feeling unsure, and honestly, they help more than Deuce himself realises.

So what do they do once they're sure they have sealed the deal and are official? They move together!

Instead of running on to some unknown Eastern country to never be seen again, Lilia moves with her to Clock Town. Dylla is one of the many things that made him want to look at the future and not be scared of his family seeing him grow old.

Admittedly, he's nervous, he won't disappear off the face of the earth, but he's still moving far away. And this is where Silver comes in

"If being with Dylla makes you this happy, you should go for it. And knowing you'll be in a good place, and that I will be able to visit you, is enough for me."

Similar words were given to Lilia by both Malleus and Sebek. Knowing that he's still moving away is hard, but at least he's somewhere they know he'll be okay, somewhere they can go and see him again whenever they want to.

So Lilia is a fae but can't exactly...use magic anymore, he's an old man he's way past using magic.

But that doesn't stop him, and with Dylla's help, he's getting a job at White Rabbit Home Delivery!!

He almost crashed the car 3 times but he got the hang of it soon enough.

They live like this for a few years but to a lot of people's surprise (mostly people at work) these two aren't married, despite acting like a married couple.

I feel like, despite being comfortable and sure about their relationship, they wouldn't legally speaking get married, it's not something that for them felt necessary (mentally speaking they said their vows years ago lmao).

What they do instead is a small ceremony with their friends and family. Nothing super fancy, all they wanted was to have fun and enjoy themselves.

They DO call each other husband and wife though, the lack of papers doesn't change the way they feel about each other and the commitment they share, so nothing is stopping them from using those terms.

So yes they are STILL "the bride and her ugly ass grom" 🙏

To finish off this post, Lilia grows his hair again!

I love the idea that he cut it to signal the start of something new when he became a father. I like thinking that when he moved in with Dylla he began growing it again, to show his start with this new chapter of his life.

HASHDHSSKAJEISD If I get more asks I could go more in-depth with them or their families, I could also maybe include my oc Jess and their relationship with these two hehe

#twisted wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #dylla spade #dila spade #dilla spade #deuce spade #silver vanrouge #twst silver #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #dylia #jovie's writing #jovie's art

[ctallena]

this was requested by 🐑 anon but the text was suuuuuper duper long so ill post it without the request, i hope thats okay!!

⋆ READER WITH MAIN 3'S SIBLINGS :

✩ — STAN + SHELLY !

IMAGINE GIRLS NIGHTS WITH SHELLY

and stan too..

shelly is literally like ur girl bestftiend.

gossip with her about literally anything

tell her drama that happened like 14 years ago and shes clenching her fists ready to fight someone

one time u were in stans room doing whatever and shelly looked at stan

"lets do makeup on him."

"totally.😈"

u two ended up doing skincare on him bc he didnt agree for makeup like 529 times

he fell asleep..

time to gossip abt stan then

shelly shows u some stupid pictures of stan or tells stories about all the stupid things he ever did

stan wakes up and the two of you are laughing at him

"what😿.."

he thinks you two did makeup on him while he was sleeping so he RUNS to the closest mirror

hes so confused when he realized that theres nothing on him to laugh abt so maybe he just said smth while he was asleep...

so you go like

"stan remember when you __" while laughing

HIS JAW DROPPED.

"WHY DID YOU TELL HER ABOUT THAT???"

"just bc, and thats not even the only thing i told her.."

✩ — KYLE + IKE !

if you two go to dates sheila would ask you two to take ike with yall

"ma, its probably a shame for ike to hang out with us..."

"noooo!!"

kyle tries to convince ike to not go with you two😭

"ill buy you something if you just stay home"

youre standing behind kyle doing weird hand movements to ike to tell him to come with you two...

kyle finally agrees

that cycle repeats, repeats and repeats until kyle finally gets used to taking ike with you😭

atp kyle is surprised when ike is NOT going

u play roblox/minecraft with ike on kyle's school laptop...

kyle just sits there like 😐

he wants some time alone with you too..

"cmon ike, i need my laptop to study so you two have to end playing for now"

"lets play uno then!"

u agree and kyle is hopeless

he literally has to babysit not only one kid but now two of them

u play first round and u win

"we need a rematch, not fair"

"hell yeah!"

you somehow convince kyle to play with you after a few rounds

ike had sm fun with u that now every time u come over hes waiting for you in the doorway

✩ — KENNY + KAREN !

"do you mind if we take my little sister with us..."

hes the one always inviting her

karen is OBSESSED with you

and ur obsessed with her

she feels so cool hanging out with you two

u definitely buy her stuff with kenny

she deserves that ☹️

ur date just turns into taking karen to fun places

u take her to a playground too

kyle had to babysit 2 kids but kenny, well.. he acts like a kid himself so its just 3 childish mfs😭

u and kenny play with her everytime and do kid stuff

literally feels like childhood again and karen is having the best time of her life

we all know abt mullet kenny right? right

kenny always used to let karen play with his hair so she knows how to do some stuff

let her play with ur hair too pleas

shes so upset when you have to go home

so she hugs you and doesnt want to let go😭😭

u end up staying a little longer..

shes so cutie

requests are open !!

#south park #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x y/n #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Taygan oneshot

Logan and Taylor were hanging out at their favorite cafe. It was a nice, relaxing place with couches and a tv playing music. 

They were hanging out on one of the couches, Taylor sipping from her lavender lemonade as she leaned on Logan and scrolled through her phone and Logan was reading through a book on astronomy. 

Taylor was humming to herself and looked at Logan. 

“Hey, when’s your birthday?”

“Huh? Oh. December 18.”

Taylor nodded and rapidly typed something into her phone. 

“Huh? What are you doing?” he asked, leaning over her shoulder curiously. 

She was on some website he didn’t recognize. She cleared her throat and read out, “Your horoscope for today says that you-“

“Oh no,” he says, cutting her off. He reached out and grabbed her phone. 

“Ah! Hey-!” she said, laughing, only because Logan was also laughing. She knew he was playing with her. 

“No way am I letting you read my horoscope,” he said in a matter of fact voice. 

“Why not?”

He laughed and gently bopped her head. “Because that stuff is baloney.”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “To you, maybe. You’re just too logical,” she said as Logan handed her phone back. 

He sighed dramatically and leaned onto her shoulder. “I just know there’s no logical reason to explain something like that.”

She laughs and he laughs too. That’s one thing they liked about each other. They could laugh so freely together. They may disagree on so many things they’re passionate about, but in the end, they know it’d be ridiculous to really get mad about it. So, instead, they bond on other things. 

“Did you hear about the crafts they’re sending to Mars?” Logan asked. 

“Oh ya! I’ve seen photos of it! The craftsmanship! I can only imagine how much work went into building it!”

This was what they could bond over. A crossover between space and engineering. 

“Do you plan to go to NASA after you go to engineering school?” he asks, wrapping his arm around her as he looked back at his book. 

Taylor hesitated, sipping from her lemonade awkwardly. “I dunno.. I’m not sure if I’m even going to engineering school..”

“Huh? Why not. You love mechanical engineering.”

“I know. It’s a money thing..”

“Ah..” That was one thing Logan understood all too well. He lived with his grandparents, who were florists. He threw out ideas of going to his dream schools a long time ago. 

But, still.. Taylor of all people deserved to go to whatever school she wanted. She’s such a dedicated and hard worker, and super passionate too. 

It’s what Logan admired so much about her. 

“I think you should try for a scholarship,” he said, resting his cheek on the top of her head. 

“You think so?”

“Ya.. You’re definitely smart enough for it.” He gave her a jovial smile. “Even if you do believe in horoscopes.”

She snorted out a laugh. Her snorting always caught him off guard and caused him to laugh and snort too, and soon they’d just be giggling messes. 

No one ever brought out this side of Logan. He was too shy, too boring. And yet Taylor made him fun, made him playful and teasing. 

She was so much like him, yet so different. Maybe that’s why he likes her so much. 

And Taylor admired Logan’s quiet nature. The way he could just listen, be such a gentle shoulder to cry on. Taylor had such a bad habit of trying to always find solutions, something she picked up from Tyler growing up, that she never actually pays attention to her emotional needs. Logan’s presence always felt like a gentle reminder to think about that sort of stuff.

They were still giggling like a couple of schoolchildren when one of the people working went up to them. 

“I’m sorry..” she said with the most passive aggressive smile the two of them had ever seen. “Could you two pipe down or leave? You’re causing disturbance to everyone else in the cafe.”

The two exchanged embarrassed glances and stood up. 

“Right, sorry,” said Taylor. “We’ll head on out…”

The two left the shop and once they were standing outside the door, they looked over at each other, paused, and burst out laughing. 

“Oh my gosh,” Logan said. “That’s my first time getting kicked out of anywhere.”

“Me too! Haha!!”

The two linked arms and began to walk off. 

“Wanna go to my grandparents’ flower shop?”

“Ya. Sounds good.”

They walked together in comfortable silence, calming down from their laughing fit. 

“Hey. Logan?”

“Ya?”

“You really think I could get into engineering school on a scholarship?”

“Yes,” he said confidently. 

She looked down and smiled. “And you think I could really work at NASA?”

“Yes,” he said again, full confidence. 

“…Maybe I will.. as long as you come with me.”

“Where?”

“To NASA.. let’s see the stars together.”

He paused and smiled at her. Logan wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do with his life. He had never been sure. But Taylor’s confidence, her request.. it was so tempting that he, for the first time, felt confident about what he wanted to do after high school. 

“NASA..? Maybe.”

That’s probably why they got along, really. 

They both reached to their dreams. 

Taylor trusted in hopes, Logan trusted in facts. 

But their trusts tied together in their love for the stars. 

#platonic or romantic #school bus graveyard #Sbg #logan sbg #tyler hernandez #taylor sbg #taylor hernandez #Taygan #Oneshot #fanfic