#so really if you ever see me being pity fishing or anything like that just give me a slap on the wrist

[doki-doki-imagines]

Should they teach you how to swim? feat. Bllk

Characters: Eita Otoya, Itoshi bros, Ryusei Shidou, Michael Kaiser

tw: suggestive in some hcs

Eita Otoya:

-You knew from minute one that he accepted to teach you just because he wanted to see the fauna of the local pool.

-But, BUT he may check you out too! Maybe he’ll feed your delusional mind.

-Anyway Eita tries for real, you both get inside the cold water, and tells you what to do.

-Too bad he is too worried looking at other people than your pitiful attempt to do something more than float.

-“Eita! You dumbass, what are you doing here?!” His head snaps towards the voice so fast you almost hear his neck snapping.

His sisters, all of them, are at the local pool. What a pain.

-“Let us teach you, there is no way this idiot can teach anything in his life”

-That’s how you ended up bonding with your crush’s sisters and learned how to actually swim, meanwhile, Eita sunbathed with glasses on so he could check out people without being caught; sneaky ninja.

-Rate the experience: 8/10. Actually, you didn’t spend that much time with Eita, but his sisters know a lot of juicy content that they spilled too easily. Knowing you had a chance with him helped your self-esteem, imagine how big it would have gotten if you knew Eita just checked you up for the entire afternoon, other people around him completely forgotten.

Sae and Rin Itoshi:

-Look, you didn’t want both of them to teach you. It just happened-

“I’ll go ask Rin if you don’t.”

“Mh? Yeah, go ask that loser, then.”

“Oh! Rin said that he’ll come!”

You could feel Sae’s hair standing up like quills, eyes wide like an owl.

“I’ll come too then. No way that lukewarm idiot of my brother can be of any help to you.”

-That’s how you find yourself in between the Itoshi bros, spending more time glaring at each other rather than teaching you anything.

-“Are you a donkey? This way they won’t even learn how to float.”

“You talk so much, but I didn’t hear you saying anything useful ‘till now shitty brother.”

-If the tension wasn’t so thick you would have already run home, but they are keeping you still in the water each gripping one of your arms.

-“C’mon (Y/n) tell Sae to fuck off, tell him I am the best teacher to you.”

“(Y/n) choose me and say goodbye to Rin, the heath must be doing something to his peanut brain, he needs to go home”

-Rate the experience: 0/0. Not only you still don’t know how to swim, but now you are the main key in this sibling quarrel. Plus you caught them more than once checking your ass.

Ryusei Shidou:

-His grin take 80% of his face when you told him you wanted to learn how to swim, canines shine and tongue poking out to lick his lips; you are so brave.

-He actually teaches you??? You are so surprised too.

-Not only you can float now, but even move your arms and legs around and twirl around like a fish; you feel so free!

-But nothing really comes for free with Ryusei.

-You may not have noticed it, but he looked at you while he taught you how to move your legs. Your hands gripping the pool, legs swaying up and down, ass up. Ryusei noticed them, droplets of water falling on your back and rolling down your spine ‘till they reach the bottom of your swimsuit, other simply hit your buttcheeks, shining under the sun; what would he do to be the chlorine water of the pool.

-Ryusei licks his lips like a hungry lion, his mind wanders, but his hands never touch you suspiciously, not even when you start to play together in the water.

-Rate the experience: 10/10. You know how to swim and had a lot of fun with him. The vote would be lower if you knew what was going on in his mind.

Michael Kaiser:

-“Excellent choice to ask me. I’ll be the best teacher ever, you should already know.” He smirks.

-He doesn’t know how to swim too. It’s all just an excuse to see you in a swimsuit. A good way to check him out too

-Michael will ask Ness to teach you both, he doesn’t see the midfielder as a threat.

-SO SO WRONG. Michael is fuming. It doesn’t matter how much time Ness spends teaching him how to swim, the bare minimum touch of the other boy's hands on your body makes Michael go crazy.

-“(Y/n) come with me”

“Is everything fine Michael?”

“Yes, just come.”

-Cut to you making out in the changing room. Ness doesn’t dare to move from his spot and keeps swimming in peace.

-Rate the experience: 10+/10. Look, you don’t even know how to float, but Michael’s tongue in your mouth, his hands so desperately gripping your hips make up for it.

#bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #blue lock headcanons #otoya eita #otoya eita x reader #sae itoshi #rin itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou ryusei x reader #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 2)

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y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 hello and welcome back to your preseason recap! i’m your host, y/n “dove”, here to give you my totally unbiased and not at all subjective rundown!

as this is preseason, not all of our favorite whores were playing tonight (gotta give the babies a chance!) but among the ones who WERE, we have best friend (or idiot) number 2, sweet baby jesper, akira-shakira, basket bahl, smush, uncle lizard, new-found uncle truffle, and everyone’s favorite babygirl: jacky!

side note: do you guys think Jack was looking around suspiciously in fear of me taking his picture? 👀

we had a pretty uneventful first period until my recently acquired uncle, tyler, scored the first goal of the game! go uncle truffle! he also let uncle lizard borrow his stick and glove! we love besties who share!

we opened second period with (fuck it we) bahl getting a penalty for interference! in my opinion, he didn’t interfere with anything because trash cannot be disrupted… but whatever! (yes i did stand on an empty seat to get that picture over the glass, no i will not be stopped)

halfway through second we had a goalie switch! those are fun! (they are not fun.) and i was caught taking a picture…. that doesn’t happen often, the guys can’t usually find me… i think schmido-torpedo has a y/n-sense. kinda like the sense i have to catch Jack when he’s watching cocomelon (that can also be found on slide 6)

in third period, my sweet sweet baby bratter got the devils ahead by one with his goal! pop off, you sweet swedish fish!

seeing as he went to the matt tkachuk school of hockey, lukey pookie was seen chewing on his mouth guard like LSH and electrical cords 🫶

and finally, i added in a picture of maraschino cherry, because he did good tonight despite being the apparent object of the rags hatred and being targeted! he held his own and even pushed a rags player tonight!

p.s. we scored an empty netter goal as well, getting us a 3-2 win tonight, but the puck flew in on its own for us? who knew that was possible!

tagged jackhughes, curtislazar95, tofff73, kevinbahl88, akiraschmid93, jesperbratt, lhughes_06, and john.marino97

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jackhughes i live in constant fear of your camera

y/ndevils00 oh shush, you love my camera

jackhughes no, i love YOU. i put up with your camera

y/ndevils00 aw shucks, you love me 🥰

jackhughes dear god please don’t ever say “aw shucks” again

y/ndevils00 ya know, i’m not really feeling the love here

jackhughes never intended for you to

user29 marino: 😗 y/n: 📸

john.marino97 did i just get… outright praise from you?! i thought i knew what it felt like to win, but i never REALLY did until now

y/ndevils00 don’t get used to it. i pitied you and best friend number 1 didn’t play tonight

john.marino97 i’m gonna ignore that

jackhughes for the last time: I’M WATCHING PLAYS! NOT COCOMELON!

y/ndevils00 say what you want but i know your youtube history

kevinbahl88 i was trying so hard to ignore you

y/ndevils00 you can’t ignore me forever, soccer bahl! i always get to the players eventually!

kevinbahl88 you scare me

y/ndevils00 you’re like 10 feet tall, how do EYE scare YOU? you could squash me like a spider

kevinbahl88 or i could not be watching and trip over you and break my neck

y/ndevils00 this feels like an attack on MY height now… @/colecaufield how do you deal with this?

colecaufield now hold on… wtf

akiraschmid93 i do have a y/n sense, i acquired it over the playoffs

y/ndevils00 that scares me

akiraschmid93 i’m always watching

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes TELL HIM TO STOP

jackhughes how does it feel, dove?

y/ndevils00 i- LSH and i are moving in with john

john.marino97 no, you’re not! i can’t have you there to cockblock when i’m trying to hook up

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 this is why dawson is best friend number 1

lhughes_06 did you just compare me to your cat with an apparent death wish?

y/ndevils00 be nice to Lil’ Satan! she may not be smart, but where she lacks brain cells, she makes up for in cuddles! kinda like your brother!

jackhughes all i do is love you and this is the thanks i get?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you get other kinds of thanks too! but you said i can’t speak of that on here anymore

lhughes_06 god please don’t. i see all your posts.

user18 y/n is out here acquiring uncles like i acquire new nhl crushes

tofff73 did you just nickname me truffle? and call me your uncle?

y/ndevils00 welcome to the devils!

tofff73 thanks? i think?

nicohischier you get used to her, she’s an acquired taste… but you have no choice but to acquire it

curtislazar95 you are my favorite niece

y/ndevils00 🥹 and you are my favorite uncle, lizard man 🫶

curtislazar95 🦎💚

jesperbratt hey! that’s me!

y/ndevils00 that’s you!! you look at you all smiley and scoring a goal! i’ll break lindy’s kneecaps for you… i don’t think it would be that hard. he’s old.

nicohischier y/n, i’m BEGGING you to stop dissing our coach. you’re gonna lose your job!

y/ndevils00 @/nicohischier nah, lindy thinks i’m funny

jackhughes @/nicohischier i wish she was joking but i’m pretty sure he called her his honorary daughter last sunday after she said she would be in his walls if she couldn’t go to Montreal and see Cole

dawson1417 i feel left out. i don’t like not playing!

y/ndevils00 so get your skates on and play! what lindy gonna do? tell you no?

dawson1417 uh yeah?

y/ndevils00 oh- well leave that up to me then

dawson1417 what are you gonna do…

y/ndevils00 shhh don’t worry about it

trevorzegras i’m so glad i’m not a devil and don’t have to be subjected to these posts

y/ndevils00 you’re unemployed, you should probably be worrying about bigger things right now before i have to see you as a thirst trap tiktoker

user72 the return of jack the ipad kid!!

#media management au! #media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s writings <3 #faithlynn’s insta edits <3

[steddieas-shegoes]

Another request idea! I was listening to What a Time To Be Alive by Fall Out Boy and the line "But, baby, please, I just need someone to hold me Even though you don't even know me" struck me as a particularly good steddie prompt. Maybe some hurt/comfort? Thanks for even reading this request!

Full disclosure: I never got really into FOB. I mean obviously love their classics. Anything that was on the radio I liked it just fine. But I did have to go listen and look up the lyrics for this one because just that line had me going feral with an idea. I've read a few fics where Steve and Eddie meet at a party, which honestly makes a lot of sense canonically. Eddie has the goods, parties need the goods, Steve threw a lot of parties. This is a slightly different take on that premise. It's a LOT of hurt, and a LOT of comfort. Steve is kind of pitiful actually, and I love that for him. Eddie's super into it too. Also tagged it light dom/sub because of nonsexual type things that happen while Eddie is comforting Steve. To me, since they didn't have a discussion about it and aren't in a relationship, it could just be seen as one dude kind of being a little pushy when taking care of another dude, but that tag doesn't exist so here we are. I hope this gets posted in time for you to cry in the school pick up line! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve should not have come to this party. Tommy always threw a huge one at the end of the year, right when his parents left for their anniversary vacation, and Steve always came.

But this year was the first year he hadn’t been invited by Tommy.

He really hadn’t been invited at all, but it was just common knowledge that it was happening here and now, so here he was.

No more crown, hanging onto his sanity by a thread, and his only friends were barely 13 years old.

Being a wallflower was a new thing for him.

He watches from the corner of the kitchen, sees the people he used to call friends getting drunk, getting high, dancing. It doesn’t seem fun anymore.

He’s glad that’s not him anymore.

So why does he feel like crying?

He holds it in, takes small sips of his beer, focusing on the bitter taste. He didn’t even like beer. Just drank it to maintain the King of Keg Stands crown

As the night drags on, it sinks in that he just doesn’t fit in this world anymore. It wasn’t made for him, he wasn’t made for it.

He didn’t really fit anywhere.

He choked back a sob, rushing out the back door of the house and down to the pond that Tommy and his dad fished out of.

No one ever went out here, too worried about bugs or snakes, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care right now.

His legs gave out when he reached the dock, his body sinking down to the wood below him as he felt tears fall down his face.

It wasn’t a panic attack, he’d had plenty of those, made it through plenty of them on his own. This was just sadness.

He was alone out here, not even the noise of the party to keep him company.

He was alone everywhere, really.

Sure, he had the kids. But they were kids. They hung out with him because he protected them, not because they thought of him as a friend.

His parents hadn’t been home in nearly six months, hadn’t called in two, didn’t even seem interested in the fact that he was graduating high school.

Nancy didn’t give him the time of day, nor should she after everything that happened.

The friends he grew up with, the friends he thought would be there for him, ended up being terrible.

“Shit, Harrington? Is that you?”

Steve sniffed.

He couldn’t be found like this, his reputation would suffer even more, somehow.

He wiped his eyes quickly, hoping that it was dark enough the other person wouldn’t see the movement.

“Uh, yep,” Steve managed to say after a deep breath, surprised that his voice didn’t sound as wrecked as he felt.

He turned around and saw Eddie Munson walking up the dock.

Everyone knew Eddie only got invited to these parties because he sold weed. Eddie himself only came to the parties because he knew he could make a killing just for showing up for an hour or two.

The only times he’d ever spoken to Eddie were to make sure he showed up for his own parties, offering him a tip of $20 just to come well-stocked.

He always came, never accepted the tip, and usually left a rolled joint in Steve’s room at the end of the party.

He didn’t think he did that for everyone, but he was too scared that it would stop if he asked.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Just felt like fishing,” Steve responded, slapping his hand against his face as soon as he said it.

“With your bare hands in the dark?” Eddie snorted. “I will give you free weed for a year if you can manage to do that right now.”

Steve cracked a small smile.

“Make it free weed for life and I may consider hopping in and giving it a try.”

Eddie’s laugh filled the night, loud and full of life. Something Steve needed to hear.

But Eddie sobered quickly, watching as Steve looked down at his lap.

“Needed a break from the party?”

“Guess so.”

“It didn’t seem like you were doing much in there.”

Steve just shrugged, not sure how to explain without crying again.

But apparently Eddie wasn’t going to let him get away with that.

“Heard about you and Nancy, man. Sorry it didn’t work out,” Eddie said, nudging his shoulder with his hand.

He was really close, close enough for Steve to feel the warmth radiating from his body. It was that awkward time between spring and summer, and the night was warm, but it still felt nice.

He hadn’t had someone so close to him on purpose in a long time. Maybe if he scooted an inch to the left, he would brush against Eddie’s hand just right and-

“Shit, you’re crying again,” Eddie said.

His hand was suddenly on Steve’s shoulder, and Steve shivered at the contact.

He closed his eyes and realized that, yes, he was crying again.

Dammit.

Warm, strong arms were wrapping around him, pulling him tight against an equally warm, strong chest.

He let out a sob, his chest hurting with the effort it took to hold in as much noise as he could.

A hand was in his hair, fingers carefully running through the length of it.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Let it out. I got ya,” Eddie was saying quietly against the top of his head, his breath sending shivers down Steve’s spine.

Steve couldn’t catch his breath. The way Eddie was holding him, talking to him, caring for him, it was more than he’d ever really had.

He knew he’d never see or talk to Eddie again, so why not embarrass himself?

“Match my breaths, Stevie,” Eddie calmly tried getting him to calm down.

And he could if he tried, he knew he could. He wasn’t having a panic attack, just a breakdown he’d been meaning to have for a year now. He needed to get it out.

“Look at me.”

Eddie’s tone was different now, deeper and difficult to ignore.

Steve looked at him, eyes wide, wet with tears still falling. His nose was running, he could feel it starting to drip, but Eddie was holding him tightly, and he couldn’t move his hands to try to wipe his face at all.

“Good boy.”

Steve shivered again. He blamed it on a chill in the air, but he knew that they both knew there was no chill in the air.

The air was humid, a rainstorm expected the next day keeping the environment around them stale and still.

“You can cry as much as you want, but you have to breathe. Understand?”

Steve nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“Better,” Eddie smiled, his face still showing concern, but relaxing when Steve started taking more frequent, slow breaths.

He felt less tears gather and fall the more breaths he took, his eyes never leaving Eddie’s smiling face.

“Doing better, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded, but he still felt the lingering loneliness, knew that when Eddie left him, he’d be back to square one.

“What’s got you so upset, huh?”

Steve shrugged, letting his head rest on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Did someone hurt you?”

What a loaded fucking question that was.

Yeah, a lot of people hurt Steve, for as long as he could remember, emotionally and physically.

But he wasn’t about to spill his guts to Eddie, even if he was being nice. He didn’t know the guy enough to start talking about his abandonment issues.

Eddie’s hands were running along his back, soft and then harder, soft again, then settled in his lower back.

His hands were big, bigger than Steve’s even, and his fingers were long. His splayed out hands covered all of Steve’s lower back area.

He felt covered, protected.

He didn’t want to get up.

“Steve, if someone hurt you, you need to tell someone. It doesn’t have to be me, but maybe your parents or the counselor.”

“Can’t tell my parents if they’re the ones who hurt me,” Steve spoke before realizing what he was saying.

It hit him so suddenly, he started to pull away, a small whimper leaving his body without his consent.

But Eddie wasn’t letting him go, tightened his arms around him and shushed him gently.

“Hey, stay with me. We don’t have to talk about it, let me just hold you a bit more.”

Steve gave in. He couldn’t understand why, or how, or what was running through his mind. He just knew the way Eddie was holding him made him feel whole for maybe the first time in his life.

He chased that feeling, sinking further into Eddie’s chest and letting the man rock him back and forth slowly.

Thinking went out the window as one of Eddie’s hands slowly brushed through his hair, then a finger slowly traced along his hairline, down his jaw, over his lips.

The whimper he let out now had nothing to do with being upset.

“Okay, sweetheart?”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

Eddie’s fingers froze, but only for a moment. Steve knew he’d never outright bullied Eddie, had probably been nicer to him than most of his friends had, but it didn’t change the fact that he’d never been particularly kind either.

His finger moved back along his lip, then up along his nose, then to his forehead. It was like he was trying to commit everything to memory, soaking every moment of this up because he didn’t think he’d have it again.

And maybe he wouldn’t.

But Steve wanted this to happen again when he wasn’t having a mental breakdown in Tommy’s backyard.

“Because sometimes there’s a lot more to people than what everyone sees and I think I see you a lot better than most people do. I don’t need you to explain anything to know you’re hurting and you don’t deserve to be.”

He said it like it was simple, like it made all the sense in the world for him to comfort him.

Maybe to him it did.

“But I was an asshole.”

“You were. But it doesn’t take a genius to see you aren’t anymore.”

“How do you know that?”

Eddie was quiet for a minute, his fingers moving back to Steve’s hair and tugging gently so he had to pull away from his chest and look at him.

“The old Steve would have never even given me a chance to help. He also wouldn’t have been standing by the wall for a party like this or escaping to a secluded area to cry. The old Steve wouldn’t be looking at me like you are right now.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you want me to kiss you,” Eddie smiled.

He said it easily. Like saying it wouldn’t have made most other guys punch him immediately.

“And if I do?”

“You’ll have to ask nicely. You may be a changed man, but I do deserve some manners.”

Steve smiled at him, his charm replacing any lingering sadness.

“Oh? So if I were to lean in and kiss you that would be rude? I need to say please?”

Even in the dark, Steve could see Eddie blushing.

“I’m not stopping you,” Eddie finally said, voice strong despite the redness of his cheeks.

“So if I said please, you’d kiss me?” Steve asked as he inched closer, his breath hot against Eddie’s lips.

“If you said please, I’d do anything you wanted,” Eddie gasped out.

“Please kiss me,” Steve breathed out, his lips gently grazing against Eddie’s.

Eddie pushed forward the final centimeters, his lips warm and wet against Steve’s.

They both groaned into the kiss, Eddie’s hands cupping Steve’s jaw to keep him there.

Steve moved so he could straddle Eddie’s lap, his hands resting on Eddie’s shoulders as he finally gained the higher ground.

He realized quickly he didn’t want it, not with Eddie.

He let out a whimper and Eddie pulled away for a moment, but only to smirk and nudge him back.

“This dock isn’t gonna collapse under us, is it?”

“Don’t know,” Steve supplied as he settled on his back, Eddie hovering over him.

“Guess we’ll have to find out.”

Eddie’s lips were back on his, demanding, but slow.

Minutes passed, maybe hours.

Steve felt safer than he ever had, here under Eddie, with every possibility that someone could find them eventually and not giving a shit about it.

Eddie would keep him safe.

He didn’t know Eddie well, but he knew that much.

No one who helped a known asshole when he was having a breakdown at a party would just leave him to be beat up for kissing a dude.

The way Eddie touched him, rough hands fluttering over any place his skin was visible, lips and tongue making new patterns against his own, it felt like Steve was being cherished, appreciated, loved.

If this was all he ever got, if this is all he ever felt and tasted of Eddie, he thinks it would be enough.

Or it wouldn’t and he would never feel like this again.

“You’re thinking too loud, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled against his lips.

“Just feels good,” Steve added, placing another kiss against his lips.

He could feel the shift, the way Eddie was slowing down, pulling away inch by inch.

It wasn’t enough.

Steve whimpered.

“Sh. It’s okay, Stevie. We’re just pausing for now,” Eddie moved back, kissing his forehead before there was too much space between them.

He heard voices in the distance, a reminder that the party was still happening and possibly wrapping up.

“Did you drive here?”

“I walked.”

“You walked?”

Eddie sounded upset.

“I’m only a street away. Not a long walk.”

“I’ll drive you back to yours. Walking this late after so many idiots have been drinking and plan to drive is dangerous.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a damsel in distress or whatever they’re called.”

“Ah, but you are. Crying alone outside in the dark, waiting for a big, strong man to come save you? My chariot awaits!” Eddie was helping him stand as he spoke, then bowed and gestured towards the road where his van must have been parked.

Steve couldn’t help the laugh he let out.

Yeah, maybe he was a damsel in distress. Maybe he would let Eddie rescue him.

Maybe he didn’t have to be so lonely, at least for tonight.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve is so lonely #this is pre-season 4 #hurt/comfort #ficlet #request

[loafsbakery]

hey stranger | j.m.

A/N: Long time no see :D Bee is just a nickname for the reader. character has no name and is still reader insert.

Synopsis: after a tense split between you and Joel, he finds you again, but do you want to see him anymore?

Genre: angst and fluff

Warnings: Age gap (15+ years) 

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader, OC!Emory x reader

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You found Joel and Ellie at Frank and Bill’s house. A couple years after Joel met them, they found you. You were a teenager, and your brother had turned into a runner. 

Frank took pity on you, and asked Bill to take you in with them. He relented of course, but what choice did he really have. If Frank asked for something, Bill rarely ever denied him. 

What was supposed to be temporary turned long term. You stayed with them and they were the only family you had. They talked a whole lot about Tess and Joel, although you could see Bill’s dislike for the guy. 

You finally met him, and a younger girl. The first thing you noticed was how handsome he was despite the permanent scowl on his face. The second thing you noticed was the gun he held up to your face.

“What are you doin here?” He ushered the girl behind him and she listened dutifully.

You squinted your eyes at him, seeing the connections from his features to the descriptions of Bill and Frank. “Joel? Joel Miller?”

“What the hell.” He muttered under his breath. 

He lowers the gun slightly, but not by much. “Bill-” You swallow thickly. “He left a letter for you and... Tess, but she’s not- sorry, let me get it.”

Joel keeps his gun up as he follows you, Ellie not far behind. He notices the picture of the three of you together, and he wonders how Bill was able to find a camera. 

“Here.” You hold out a piece of paper with his name scribbled on it. He doesn’t take it, but the girl behind him takes it much to his dismay and reads it. 

You mess with your hands trying your best to not remember your own letter that he had left for you. Sadness displayed on every corner of your face as Ellie finished reading the letter. 

Joel’s face remained the same, although his gun was fully lowered now. He took the letter that explained who you were as well as everything else. It was most certainly his handwriting and his voice in those words. “He said you would come one day. I guess it’s nice to meet you finally.” 

He just grunts at your hospitality. Ellie rolls her eyes and sticks out her hand. “I’m Ellie.” She sticks out her hand and right as you are about to take it you see the mark.

“Shit.” You bite out, quickly grabbing your gun and point it at her. Joel moves quickly in front of her and his gun is on you again. “She’s infected Joel.”

“She’s not.” He grunts out.

Ellie holds her hands out in front of you. “I promise, I’m immune, I’ve had this for over three weeks. We’re trying to get a cure from it please. I promise.” 

Your brother’s eyes flash back into your memory, how he pleaded for death after being bitten and how you had to grant it to him. But she didn’t look anything like your brother did after a couple hours. And you assume Joel wouldn’t take a risk like that on himself either. “I’m sorry.” You whisper. “Well, I’m Bee. Can I help?” 

Thus began your adventure with the pair and your unlikely relationship with Joel. Ellie was easy and could talk for hours, you and Ellie would have competitions to see if you could make Joel laugh. You were pushing 40 but still were so lively in comparison to Joel. 

“What do you miss about before, Joel?” You asked as Ellie slept behind you two.

He hardened almost instantly, he did this every time you asked of life before. You weren’t sure what it was, but you would have hoped he would confide in you one day. 

“I miss showers.” You laughed. “That and sushi probably.”

Joel coughed out a small laugh. “That raw fish is shit.”

You feigned hurt and slapped his shoulder. “Joel Miller you take that back.” 

He tried his damndest not to care about Ellie and not to love you. It was hard. So painfully hard not to love both of you. Ellie who was just as spunky and full of everything good like Sarah. Sarah who would have befriended Ellie if she could of. And you. You never not had a smile on your face, regardless of the situation. 

So he took care of you the only way he knew how. He kept you alive and got so incredibly mad when you would put yourself in danger. He loved you, but he would never let you know that. 

But you did. You knew it from the way he gave you an extra bar of food from his own stash, you knew it from the eyes he keeps on you when he thinks you can’t see. And one day you give Joel a kiss on the cheek. He coughs it off and looks away from you. You chuckle and squeeze his shoulder before going back to your sleeping bag. 

Then one day it blew up. You had met Tommy and his wife Maria and saw a picture of a young girl he kept in his coat pocket when it fell out. “Is this your daughter?” You asked Tommy with Ellie beside you.

He shook his head. “Niece.” The two of you obviously understood what that meant and a lump appeared in your throat. Your heart breaking for the man you have come to love. His hatred for the state of the world was already justified, but knowing this. You can’t imagine how he’s survived so long with the weight of this. 

A bit after you continue your journey without Tommy and Maria. You hug Joel from behind and he places his hands on top of yours, putting down the tools he was using to set up camp.

“Joel.” You whisper. “I’m so sorry about Sarah.” You thought it would maybe bring you closer but he pulled away.

“How did you- don’t. Don’t you mention her name.” Joel felt his heart break the way it did every time he let himself remember his baby. 

You step closer only for him to step back. “Joel, I love you, I just want to help you.” You might as well have slapped him from the way he looked about you.

He pointed a finger at you. “Don’t come snoopin’ in my life. You’re on thin fuckin’ ice right now.” 

“I just want- I love you, and I know you love me. Please just let me in.”

Joel’s head shook from side to side. “No I don’t. I don’t know where you got that idea from but that ain’t it. I didn’t even want you to come with us, but really what choice do I have when you’re always puttin’ yourself where you don’t belong.” 

“Please, you don’t mean that.”

“Try me. You could leave right now and I wouldn’t care whether you ended up dead or alive.” In the same way as Joel’s, your heart broke, and what was left of it hurt your chest.

Joel took off, angry you brought Sarah up, angry all over again for the way she was taken from him. Ellie watched quietly as you cried and leaned against the wall holding yourself. She had gotten to know you pretty well, and she knew of everything you had gone through so she hugged you as you cried, trying to comfort you.

“I don’t think he meant it.” She would say.

You shook your head, tears staining her shirt. “I’m so sorry El, you have to be stronger than me okay? Promise?”

“Promise.” She wouldn’t know what that meant until the next morning when she woke up and you were gone. 

She woke up earlier than she would normally, she only knows that because Joel was still asleep. Ellie saw the note left by her sleeping bag, her name on it in a similar manner to the note Bill left long ago. 

I’m so sorry baby girl, I love you so much, please take care of yourself and Joel. He needs you. 

Ellie’s breathing picked up. Her worst fears coming true. You left her. Rationally, she knew why you left, but it didn’t change the overall fact that you left her. “Joel.” She cried out getting up. “Joel!” She cried harder and Joel bolted to her side with his gun in hand.

“What Ellie. Are you okay? Where is Bee, Ellie?” He asked looking all around for you. “Where is she?”

Ellie cried handing him the note you left. “She’s gone. She’s- she’s gone cause of you Joel! Because you were so mean to her. She-” Ellie’s crying caused her to start hiccuping and she couldn’t breathe. Joel lowered his gun, ignoring the pain in his chest and held her close. Crying how it was his fault you left and that you abandoned her. 

The guilt Joel failed to feel last night came at him full force, and there was nothing he could do. He wouldn’t be able to find you, and contrary to what he said last night, he cared about you a whole lot, and you being gone caused so much panic in his head knowing he couldn’t do anything. 

He couldn’t do anything but hold Ellie while she cried, his own feelings stifled by her loud ones. 

Ever since you were little you had someone looking over you. Your brother, Bill and Frank, Joel. You have never known what it was like to be truly alone. Until now anyway.

When you had to figure out the map by yourself. Figure out where to even go. You remembered something about Tommy being in Jackson. He was the only friend outside of Joel and Ellie that you had. So you attempted to make your way there, gun in hand, scared for your life.

There were a few incidents with clickers, one got a little too close for comfort, but you kept yourself safe. It was a feeling you never had before. You did protect yourself before, but in case you weren’t strong enough, someone was always there. And now you had no room for errors.

You were more nervous about bumping into someone, as only really crazy people wander out so far. Thankfully, your walk to Jackson didn’t include interacting with anyone really. 

But that also meant it was really lonely. You would cry to sleep hoping Joel and Ellie were okay. That they were safe and you were happy they had each other, because you were so lonely. 

It was your choice to leave, but it was only after the cruel things Joel had said, and it did look like he meant it. He never came to apologize, but you regret it a little if only for Ellie. 

It was too late, you had no idea where they were, and it would be dangerous for you to just wander with no real place in mind.

Eventually, you made it to Jackson and reunited with Tommy and Maria who welcomed you with open arms. Literally, you ran straight at them and hugged them tight, relishing in the human touch you missed so much.

“Bee, are Joel and Ellie okay?” Tommy asks worried.

You nod pulling back a bit. “Why are you here all alone, Bee?” Maria asks this time.

“It’s a- a bit of a story. I left. I don’t really think they needed me.” Tommy nods, understanding that his brother sabotaged himself from something good like he always does. 

Maria ignores the pensiveness from the younger Miller brother and ushers you in the town. “We have a couple new houses Tommy finished up, and there’s some jobs you can take up.” She explains.

They let you stay with them for that night, and you moved into your new house the next day. It was really close to the farm they had, so you decided to run it. Tommy had been going there periodically with Maria, but it needed constant care. You were more than willing to be surrounded by some animals. There was even a German Shepard who took to you quickly named Lily. She was about six years old, and she was the sweetest. 

A few weeks after feeling settled you decided to go out to the town bar that everyone frequented. You sat with Maria chatting as Tommy socialized with the other townspeople. 

“Emory has been looking at you since we got here.” You turn to see who she meant and it was the same guy who kept coming to the farm with new appliances for the animals. He always made things. “He’s cute, Bee.

“He stops by the farm a lot, I didn’t realize I never knew his name.” You explain, but as you go to turn back around he walks towards you sitting beside you. 

He smiles joyfully, and you take a better look at him. It was true, he was handsome, and he was much closer in age to you. Though you loved Joel still, Maria kept telling you that moving on was something you had to get on. That you shouldn’t wait for Joel to ever come around. 

You thought you knew Joel well enough, and because of that you figured she was right. “Hi Miss Maria.” He flashes her a warm smile.

Maria smiles at the two of you cheekily. “Hello Emory, nice seein’ you around. Been some time.”

Emory chuckles at her callout. “I’ve been busy workin’ on some new project for the farm. Wanted to help Bee out... make it easier to care for em’.” 

You felt your face warm at his admission and you finally look at him. “I’m so sorry, I never got your name. I feel so rude.”

He shakes his head softly. “We’re all square Bee. I like helpin’ y’out.” A new song played in the small bar and he lit up. “You wanna dance Bee? Haven’t heard this song in ages.” 

Maria sends an obvious look your way and you take the hand he had out for you. His smooth southern voice reminded you of Tommy and Joel, and you wondered if he knew them too. 

He danced with you slowly, you had never danced like this with anyone before, but it felt nice. You felt wanted. “I really am sorry I never got your name before. You’ve been so helpful to me.”

“It ain’t your fault.” He reasoned as he swayed with you, his hands on your sides. “I just wanted to know everything about you.”

You giggled quietly. “Definitely not everything.”

“Everything.” He nodded. 

From then on, you saw Emory a lot more. Lily liked him enough to greet him at the door. He made stuff for you personally now. A bed frame, furniture. You two would take strolls on the horses, and it was one of your first date. 

Four months into dating Emory and you felt yourself finally beginning to maybe letting go of Joel Miller. You still loved him, but maybe you could make room in your heart for Emory. 

It was hard. There was so much about Joel you loved, and even now you couldn’t let go of it, but you tried convincing yourself he wouldn’t want you anyway. And here was this great guy who wanted you. There really was only one choice.

Yet one random day, you were feeding the pigs with Lily you hear the gate open. Emory said he would be back later today, but you smile knowing he got off early. “Welcome back.” You smile happily as you turn around.

Whatever else you had to say dies on your lips when you come face to face with Joel Miller. His hands at his sides looking as devastatingly handsome as he did the first time you saw him. “Hi Bee.”

His voice is smooth as it always was. Your hands clench feeling your breathing getting faster. “Hi.” You breathe out. 

“I’m-” Joel paused holding back all the words he wants to say. “I’m so happy you’re okay.” 

Your nose scrunches at his admission. “I didn’t think that would be the case.” Joel’s words came back to you and it hurt just as bad as it did when he said them, but you weren’t going to try to make amends with Joel. “Is Ellie here?” He nods. “Where?” You ask eagerly.

“Walk with me.” He’s already turning around and you walk quickly with Lily to catch up. She walks cautiously towards Joel, and when she’s close enough he bends down to pet her. Her tail wags like crazy as she lick Joels hands. He chuckles at the furry creature, and you watch quietly. “What’s her name?”

“Lily.” 

He nods and continues to walk forward.

You see her before she sees you. She’s talking about something with Tommy. You run as fast as you can and squeeze her from behind. She’s quick to turn around and takes you in. “Bee!” She cries out squeezing you in a hug again.

“I’m so sorry baby girl. I missed you so much.” You cry into her. Finally believing that her and Joel are alive. 

“S’okay.” She blubbers out, crying with you. “I understood.”

Once you let go you wipe your tears away and look back at Joel, feeling very emotional. “I’m happy you’re okay.”

He nods. “I’m so damn grateful you made it.” He’s about to say something else before your name is called out. 

“Hey Bee, are you alright sweetheart.” Emory inspects your face as you nod.

He turns back to Joel and Ellie who has a scrunched up face. “Hey, nice to meet y’all.”

You gesture to the two of them. “That’s Joel, Tommy’s brother, and Ellie. This is Emory” 

Joel nods stiffly while Ellie waves a hand around. The two of you walk off and he takes you to the farm. “You knew them?”

You nod stiffly. “Travelled with them for a bit.” That was that. Emory left you to tend to the animals, promising to spend more time together tomorrow. 

Of course Joel couldn’t really keep away from you. Not when for the longest time he didn’t know you were alive or dead. He got in through the gate and Lily immediately greeted him, so happy to see him. “Hello sweetie.”

Her happy barks echoed throughout the place, so you went back out to see him with her. It made you feel warm, but the dread you felt from before crept back in. “Can I help you Joel?”

He slowly pushes off his knees to stand back up. “I just wanted to see you.”

“You saw me earlier.” You point out.

“Not enough.” 

The two of you remain quiet for a while, letting Lily’s soft panting and the noise from the farm linger between you.

“I’m sorry Sweet Bee.” Your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him. “I didn’t mean it.” It’s been so long without any sort of apology that the emotions from the argument come back as if it was fresh. “You just... thinking about her?” Joel sighs softly trying his best to explain without falling apart from the loss. “It breaks my heart all over again- my baby girl. I’ve been so angry, at everything that took her from me.” Your eyes squeeze to prevent the tears that form from his grief to fall. You feel it, just like you did back then. “I was so angry I didn’t realize I was losin’ you in that process.”

Joel didn’t cry, he’s worked hard over the years to keep his feelings to himself. But he almost did. Watching you break down in sympathy for him, for Sarah. It tears him apart. “I’m sorry Joel. I know I’ll never really understand, but fuck if it doesn’t hurt all the same. I’m so sorry Joel.” 

Your words don’t come as shock, but it’s warm. It’s honest and your sadness for him is welcomed this time instead of pushed aside. He closes the distance between the two of you, pulling you to him. “I was so scared, Bee. Scared you were hurt and there was nothin’ I could to to help you.” You nod crying into his chest, your knuckles clenching together. “And I do love you Bee. I really do.”

His admission has you freezing in his hold, guilt creeping in for the man who has been nothing but doting on you since you got to Jackson. You pull back from him to finally look at him. “Joel I-”

“I know you’re with that kid.” Joel sighs. “But I felt like you deserved to know after I- after I lied. Quite terribly.” He leaves a small kiss on your forehead before pulling back and leaving you be.

Unfortunately, it only left you more lost than before. You closed up farm early and headed home with Lily. It was true that you still loved Joel, but you did care about Emory, and was it fair to let him go after everything he has done for you?

The next day you decided it was best to let him go, not keep lying to him when you knew it would always be Joel. When he visited you you sat him down by the stables. 

“I just wanted to talk to you about something. You play with your hands a little as your nerves kick in.

He smiles still, albeit a bit confused. “Are you alright Bee?”

Your head shakes and you finally look at him. “I really do like you Em, and I have loved spending time with you. But-” Your words get stuck, mouth open trying to form some sentence that will make it easier. “I can’t be with you anymore.”

Emory’s face now completely sullen hurts. “I guess I just don’t... understand. What happened?” He’s looking at you for answers, and you’re not sure if you should really reveal it. “I-” he breathes out. “I love you Bee.” 

You let out a small cry at his confession. “No Em, I’m definitely not worth that-”

“You are Bee, and I’m sorry I didn’t say it earlier, but please. I just want you.”

“I can’t- I can’t love you like that Em.” You admit sheepishly. “I don’t think I can love anyone else like that.”

His face unfurls and he’s squinting at you. “Are you-” his hands move to his hips. “Are you in love with someone else.”

Your eyes close, but open again to face him. “Yes.” You breathe out. “The same person I was in love with when I got here. I don’t want to lie to you or myself anymore thinking that it’s going to change.” 

“Who?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“It kind of matters a fuckin’ lot to me, Bee.” His voice is raised and you’re on your toes. Lily starts barking up, not liking the way Emory’s voice became angry. You really needed her with you, so you’re on edge when she goes off somewhere.

Your hands go out in a way to calm him down. “I need you to step back, and I’m sorry I’ve hurt you, but I’m telling you I can’t be with you anymore. Please understand.”

He shakes his head. “Nah.” Emory chuckles slowly. “You mean to tell me I’ve wasted my time with you?”

You huff out in disagreement. “If that’s because I didn’t sleep with you then it’s for the better that we split.”

“Now don’t you fuckin’-” He goes to grab your arm but he hears Lily’s barks come back louder.

“You touch a hair on her head I’ll shoot you right through your goddamn skull.” Joel holds up his gun, and it’s almost comical how much it reminds you of the first time you met.

He points to Joel with the hand he raised to you. “This him?”

“Leave Emory. Now.” You say sternly.

He clicks his tongue to look back at Joel. “You know this ain’t none of your business.”

“It is my business if you lay a finger on her. Get outta here like she asked. I won’t ask again.” 

Emory relents finally and leaves you with Joel and Lily. You stoop down to pet Lily, silently thanking her for getting Joel for you. “Thank you, Joel.”

“I’m sorry about it.” He says.

You shrug. “He’s just angry I didn’t sleep with him.” Joel’s head whips his head around to you and you laugh. “What? I’m selective.”

He brushes it off stepping closer to you and Lily allows it. “Are you alright?”

You nod. “It- It was always going to be you Joel.” His expression doesn’t change by much, but you can tell he’s really listening by the way his breathing picks up. “So if you want me, well, I’m here.” 

It doesn’t take long for him to drop the gun and take you in his arms kissing your breath away. Your hands instinctively go to his hair pulling at it as he holds you tighter, pressing into you as much as he could. 

He pulls back, resting his forehead to yours, his hands in your hair now and yours moved to his shoulders. “Well thank you Miller.”

Joel laughs into you. “I love you Bee.”

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WIPs I will never finish.

Genres: Smut, Angst, Drama, Modern AU

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Sex, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Language, Word Vomit, MDNI!

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I. Untitled.exe

—but then, it’s gushing out in torrents, coating Tengen’s mouth and painting the insides of your thighs, and you don’t think you’ve ever cum harder.

A conglomerate of sounds paints the living room, chorusing with the sultry music steadily pouring from your speakers. You’re panting, gulping down air, squeezing Kyojuro’s thighs for dear life as your orgasm rocks you into delirium.

And, your husband isn’t helping much, still stroking your clitoris like a pianist, drawing the most pitiful of sounds from your lips, the most violent spasms from your spent body. Your pussy’s hiccupping around Tengen’s thick fingers, still wedged deep inside, stroking languidly through your soaked ridges as he milks you of the last vestiges of your orgasm.

—

II. Untitled 2

“That was incredibly reckless.”

You blink down at the crisp bedsheets, arm halfway into your sleeve. Nearly choke on your saliva, gaping like a fish out of water. Did he really just…

“Excuse me?” It’s out before you can even think. The words are venomous on your tongue. You snap your attention to the blond in question with blown wide eyes. A hiss soon after tears itself from your throat. You moved too fast, the gnarly gash on your side reminding you of its presence. It’ll be a while before the painkillers fully kick in. Like they will do anything to dull the exasperation seeping into your bones.

Your partner scoffs audibly across the room, a reasonable distance away. Gives you his back whilst he shimmies into a clean button-up. You watch the muscles there ripple beneath stark bandages. Kyojuro sports his own battle scars, no fault of your own. If anything, he was the one being reckless.

The pressure of the room quickly shifts, ignited by something dangerous. And it weighs heavily upon your shoulders. You swallow, hyperaware of every minute sound and movement within the room.  

“I said, what you did back there was incredibly reckless, even for you.” Indignation meddles with his tone. Though you can’t see his face, you know that a scowl has settled upon his otherwise joyous features.

He has the fucking gall. You tch, disbelieving of his attitude. Gather yourself on shaky limbs, dress shirt hanging open whilst you teeter on the edge of the mattress on your aching knees. Fists clenched at your sides, you belt out, “I’m sorry. I think you meant to say, ‘thanks for saving my ass.’”

Kyojuro scoffs again. Turns to face you, swathing you in his arrogant aura. Angular jaw tightened, a pronounced vein pulsating on his temple. He doesn’t meet your gaze. Too busy fiddling with his cufflinks and smoothing out wrinkles. “I had it under control—”

“Which part?” you interject. This time, Kyojuro does look at you. And for a moment, you forget how to breathe. You would shudder under the depth of his simmering eyes, under the silent rage wafting off his skin, but you’re just as miffed. And rightfully so. This is just as much his fault as it is yours.

Emboldened, you tear yourself off the creaking bed. Toddle towards the seething man with an accusatory finger aimed at his chest. Kyojuro glares down at you. Dwarfs you by some inches, but you’ve faced demons more intimidating. “Which part did you have under control, Rengoku?”

He winces. Your lips quirk. You’ve hit a nerve. Your use of formalities cuts deep, and you know it. You’ve been friends for over a decade. Not once have you ever used his surname. You tap your chin, looking skyward in mock thought. “Hmm, was it the part where you nearly got yourself killed, or was it the part where you nearly let those villagers get ki—”

“Enough,” Kyojuro mutters, glancing off to the side. Balls up his fists, staggering along the edge of fury. But you could give two shits how he feels right now. He started it. You’re so very eager to finish it.

“Or was it the part where you let that son of a bitch get away—”

“I said enough!” Kyojuro roars, a hairsbreadth of space between your noses. It’s uncharacteristic of him, but many things have been atypical lately. The finality of his tone causes you to reel back. You stand akimbo, eyes narrowed. You won’t back down. You never do. Your chests heave, selfishly sucking in air. He ingests you with smoldering embers, throwing his hands up in frustration. Cries out, “what is your issue with me? What is this truly about?”

—

III. Take It

And it's as if a flip is switched.

The air crackles with electricity. Kyojuro suddenly spins you ‘round, a gasp darting past your lips. He gazes upon you with the hunger of a wolf. Gives you a once over before snatching you into another kiss. This one is more ravenous than the last, lips crashing and teeth scraping. Greedy hands glide down your back to cup your ample bottom. He persuades the barrier of your teeth open with his artful tongue. Strokes the moist cavern of your mouth in delicious thrusts. You pour pathetic whimpers into him. Paw frantically at his shirt, trying to bring him closer.

He suddenly tears away, ensnaring your wrist in an iron grip. The danger paddling across his countenance makes your breath catch, and something cold drops into the pit of your stomach. “I do not recall giving you permission to touch me,” he rasps, a hairsbreadth of space dangling between your mouths.

You blink lamely at him. “E-excuse me?”

A misleading smile curves his lips. Five nimble fingers curl around your throat and squeeze. Provide enough pressure to make you wince and to quicken your breathing. “I do not remember giving you permission to speak either, Sunflower,” Kyojuro warns into the interstice of your mouth. You work your lips to mutter a retort, but…

There is a rush of wind before you’re abruptly laid across your husband’s lap, his powerful quadriceps digging into your stomach. When he moved so swiftly and sat on the chaise lounge is beyond you. Your wits are still scattered as Kyojuro palms your ass through the thin fabric of your jeans.

“Kyo?” you question, trying to get up, but he forces you back down. Holds your squirming body in place whilst he makes several revolutions across your supple globes. “Kyojuro, what the fu—”

“And yet, you still choose to defy me.” The undercurrents of his tone cause a thrill to spear your center. You swallow thickly. Battle with the choice of keeping quiet or testing your limits. Kyojuro makes the decision for you. Clicks his tongue, patting your ass cheek once, twice. Says, “this will not do, my love. Count. And be sure to make it loud, darling. Otherwise, I will have to prolong your punishment.”              

—

IV. I’ve Got You

“Well, that was shit,” Tengen sighs whilst you wander out of the movie theater. Hinatsuru chuckles sheepishly beside him. Tugs on his arm, persuading him into a chaste peck on the lips.

“It wasn’t that bad, honey,” she counters. Proceeds to twine her arm with her boyfriend’s, mirth crinkling her eyes. Tengen’s irritation morphs into affection. He rubs the scruff of his neck, and you can swear that you see pink freckling his cheeks before he quickly turns away. The pair walk a few feet ahead. Exude love, fondness, and everything in between. They meander along the sidewalk, animated chatter filling the air around.

The smallest of smiles kisses your lips. Warmth blossoms into your cheeks. You tug your scarf up to your nose to mask your swooning. You’ve always been envious of their bond. Best friends turned lovers. High school sweethearts. Been through hell and back, but still always found each other through the years.  

Gentle fingers curl around your wrist, hauling you back down to earth. A deft gasp parts your lips. You whip around in the direction of their owner, expression relaxing as gold and orange flood your vision. Kyojuro smiles down at you fondly. Eases his digits into the space between yours.

“Are you alright?” he asks, loud enough for only you to hear. You nod lamely, consumed by mellow eyes that descend into an alluring shade of ruby. His grin grows tenfold. He squeezes your hand reassuringly, drawing you ever closer. You’re sure that you’re all types of red now.  

Kyojuro always does this. Always catches you off guard with simple gestures and tenderness that make your stomach hiccup with butterflies. Constantly patient with you. You can’t help thinking that you don’t deserve him. Wish that he could be with someone less skittish than you. Someone who can love him out loud. You’re no prude, but PDA is unexplored terrain for you. You’ve never been with anyone as handsy as him. Never been in a relationship with a man who shows you off as much as Kyojuro does.

You cast your boyfriend a sidelong glance. Drink in his prominent features. Kind eyes affixed ahead beneath dark, wiry brows. Flaxen, crimson-tinged locks frame the apples of his cheeks, hiding the double helix piercings adorning his ears. Dimples formed in his cheeks whilst he beams so big, rivaling the coppery shine of the moon. Your gaze skims southward. Towards the honey skin stretched taut over his Adam’s apple. Bobbing tantalizing beneath his turtleneck.

Your swallow thickly. How badly you would love to kiss Kyojuro right here and now. To siphon the heat of his body into yours. Elicit sinful sounds from betwixt his beautiful lips—

“So,” Tengen ventures, parting the sea of your daydreams. At some point, he and Hinatsuru stopped walking and faced you both. They regard you and Kyojuro with inquisitive and amused looks. “What’s next?”

You and Kyojuro exchange a glance. He shrugs, not really sure how to prolong the evening. The four of you initially set out to watch Boku no Yaiba: Forever Locomotion, the new movie everyone raved about on Twaddle. Wasn’t nearly as good as the hype built it up to be—the ending was trash—but you digress.

At least the excursion got you out of your apartment for a bit.

“Anything specific you wanted to do, my love?” Kyojuro murmurs from your side. Brings your hand to his lips, stamping your knuckles with a searing kiss whilst he drinks you into questioning eyes.

You gnaw on your bottom lip. “Didn’t really have anything in mind. But I’m not ready to go home yet, either.”

A squeal captures your attention. Soft hands suddenly encase yours. Hinatsuru beams at you, gorgeous and toothy. Her violet eyes glisten like the bokeh settled against the skyline behind her. “I’m not ready to go home either,” she says. Draws you into a gentle embrace that turns you into a sputtering mess. Her warm, bountiful breasts push against yours. She holds you at your hips. Breathes fervently against your ear, ���what about hookah?”

You nod, battling the bashfulness threatening to take hold of your face. A hookah bar sounds delightful. A little shisha to loosen your limbs and inhibitions. Weaken your defenses and possibly end the night in Kyojuro’s arms.

“Then, it’s settled!” Hinatsuru cheers. Pumps a fist in the air, turning to your confused companions. “Hookah it is!” The buxom noirette hooks your arms together, towing you towards the parking lot.

Before she took you captive, you were sure that you saw Kyojuro blush.

—

V. Pretty

What else could you possibly fuck up?

Not like you are prone to being one: a fuck-up. But your day’s already gone so far south, you’ll be in hell tangoing with Satan by the end of it.

You’re panting. Guzzling down air as if you’ve just sprinted across the Pacific. The click of your heels ricochets off the walls whilst you trudge through the lobby. The receptionist gives you a peach-lipped smile in greeting. A heavy box cradled in your arms rattles with glasses whilst you venture towards a lively voice bleeding through the automatic doors in the back.

You’re already so late.

You knew you would be after you begged your boss to let you go a little early today. And she acquiesced. At first. Said you were free to leave when you had all your ducks in a row come 2:00 P.M. You always finished ahead of schedule but were often held captive after hours due to something else coming up. Against your better judgement, you took her word. Surely, she would be understanding of how time-sensitive your day was.

You powered through the morning with scant a break, closing out work orders and troubleshooting minute technical issues with your clients. Skipped lunch to prepare for inventories and map out where each item was on your employer’s hand receipt. But you’ve always made yourself too reliable. Always the employee left picking up the slack your peers left.

With one foot out the door, your name rang through the tiny office, thwarting your escape. Your supervisor came barreling in with another laundry list of tasks. Like you were the only person capable of handling them. Like they couldn’t wait until Monday to be addressed. When you finally departed, the sun was already sneaking into the horizon, mocking you with its condescending hues and cheeriness.

And you still had a stop to make before journeying to the ranch to meet your boyfriend.

You stumble into the humid embrace of summer. Suddenly framed by soaring oak trees and Spanish moss dangling overhead. Crickets chant mirthfully around. A delicate string of fairy lights greets you, stretched languidly over rustic benches and tables. You hurry down the center. Past ornate lanterns and elegant, white tulips springing from the ground. The wedding isn’t for another week. But they’ve already done such a stellar job with the décor. It’s like walking through a fairytale, the way twilight beckons you. How the wind tosses your hair about your shoulders, whispering peaceful words and what-have-yous into your bared neck.  

Inwardly, you wonder why you didn’t drive home for a change of clothes. You were already tardy, so one more stop wouldn’t have hurt much. Though your midi dress is lovely with its flounced sleeves and deep slit, it isn’t very breathable given the muggy atmosphere. Oh well. Have to deal with it for now. You won’t be here for long, it seems. You’re over an hour late! And from the remarks ambling from your boyfriend’s mouth, the rehearsal is nearing its end!

“Darling,” Kyojuro greets from his place on a stool, timbre smooth and decadent like dark chocolate. His multifaceted eyes gleam like citrine, creased with affection. He presses a torrid hand to the small of your back whilst you unceremoniously plop the box down onto the table. The mic promptly hisses with fee`dback, causing you both to wince.

“Sorry,” you mutter, shrinking beneath curious glances from your guests. You rub sheepishly at your nape, bashfulness slinking into your cheeks.  

Kyojuro laughs. Strokes reassuring circles into your spine. The guests avert their attention to whatever had them occupied prior to your grand entrance. Your boyfriend draws you closer, effervescent smile panning in until it is pressed into the side of your neck. You giggle as you wind your arms around his shoulders, surrendering to his onslaught of kisses. Kyojuro roots his nose into your lustrous coils. Inhales deeply whilst holding your hips in a gentle embrace. He always has a way of reducing you to a giggling mess with the simplest gestures.

“Sorry I’m late,” you breathe into his flaxen locks. They smell of sandalwood and bergamot, a potent mixture that sends light shivers down your spine. Kyojuro hums into the pulse point behind your ear.

“It is quite alright, lovely. No reason to apologize. We were just about to wrap things up.” Kyojuro highlights his words with a flitted glance over your shoulder. A few people had already began gathering their things and trickling out. Sweat beads on your temple. Your heart suddenly plummets into your gut. Of course they are. The rehearsal was scheduled for 4:00. It was 5:15 P.M. when you arrived.

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VI. Ferris Wheel

He can't help himself; of that much, you are sure. But then again, neither can you.

A warm yet satisfying breeze tears through your hair as Kyojuro moves to fill in the space between you two. Currently, you are stranded on a malfunctioning Ferris Wheel with the sun setting at your back in brilliant bokeh, and your boyfriend pressed so hotly against your thigh. The seat rocks lightly.

You smirk defiantly, twisting your head away when he dives in for a kiss. His palm cradles your cheek, forcing you to look at him. You are met with molten eyes that reflect the sun before he kisses you thoroughly, tearing a soft whimper from your person. He breaks away before you have time to fully lose yourself. The pout you give him tears a heady chuckle from betwixt his lips. "In time I will give you what you want," he says, playfully tapping your nose.

You throw yourself back against the seat with folded arms and a grimace that could cut through wire. "We're stuck, dammit. We’ve got nothing but time."

#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku smut #rengoku angst #my works #rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic #kny reader insert #kny rengoku #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku #my wips

[frostysfrenzy]

For the ask game: Oscar Vega questions 2, 3 and 12! ❤️️

Light of my life Oscar Vega ❤❤

2. Favourite canon thing about this character?

He's always a supportive teammate, hell or high water. You really see it with Angie. He's always gonna have her back, even when she's a little shady. You see it with Lucas, especially when he backs him as Sergeant. (And recommends Lucas for the internal position. LOVED that little touch. Still leaving his mark even when he's no longer with the force) Literally the best partner and friend anyone could ever ask for

3. Least favourite canon thing about this character?

Can I say shaving that beard

Not that it's anything he did, but the way the whole season 3 arc was done doesn't sit well me. Just the way it was such a quiet jump from he's got bad eyesight to he's sick but we're not gonna tell you what it is (until after he's fine and recovered guess what guys it's all good he's never been better). I can understand him wanting to keep it quiet, he doesn't want or need any pity or extra eyes on him. It's more of a writing issue it just all felt very strange developmentally. Felt like a big deal but a minor plot at the same time. Twas just.... weird in my opinion

12. Headcanons about this character?

Had a dream one time that involved him being allergic to cats. But I'm not adopting that into my personal headcanons (even though it was a little funny) because uh. Oscar and kittens! (A friend and I had a whole conversation about this). Could totally see retired Oscar with some kind of pet. Maybe some nice grown dog in need of a home (does he adopt a retired police dog? Oh maybe) And he definitely kept that fish Angie gave him and expanded the fish family on his post op leave

Also get the feeling he's divorced or at the very least had a very serious relationship go south. Citing when he talks to Lucas when he splits from his wife. And back to where we started the entire end to that episode is just such a perfect friend & partner moment, taking Lucas out for drinks after secretly setting Angie up for dinner with Manny. Ugh I love him so much I need an Oscar in my life

#oscar vega #motive #motive ctv #big cool ask tag here #i just love oscar a lot i think he's very neat #friends ♡

[twigg96]

Just saying that your metalocalypse headcanons give me life, I adore them all 🥺 (honestly I read them every other day)

Inspired by this, what would the boys and Magnus be like with a goth S/O that seems to be rather serious but has a booming, sonorous laughter?

🥺🥺🥺 omg @stop-hammertime that means so much to me thank you so so much!!!

Nathan:

- He fucking adored his S/O. Every little bit of them. From the way their skin felt when he ran his hand along it in the early mornings. The way they smiled at him when they first woke up, make up smeared and hair a mess. To the gorgeous laugh he got out of them when he started a tickle fight, often more when they were being a lazy bones and wanted to just lay in bed all day. He remembered the first time he ever heard it. It was before they ever started dating. The reason they caught his eye really. He had been at another boring meeting. Charles was droning on and on about tour dates. Nathan had been taking notes at first but eventually lost interest in the activity in order to doodle absentmindedly on the page. A brutal bloody fist was the first to adorn the lined paper followed by a cute fishy. The way he had it set up it looked as if the fish had punched someone. It looked epic. That is until he heard that laugh. Looking up he met the eyes of someone he was sure he’d never see again. A new singer that was auditioning to open for them. He was certain Charles was going blow his top when they interrupted him. But instead he signed the contract with them to keep them on full time. “Something about them… gotta see about something.” He said before adjourning the meeting early. And Nathan knew there most certainly was something different about them that he liked very much.

Pickles:

- The red head was starting to become increasingly frustrated with the fact that he could not get his partner to laugh. On multiple accounts now they have spontaneously gotten him to burst into rub cracking laughter. Once they didn’t even have to touch him or speak before he was in tearing giggles that caused his sides to ache for days. He wasn’t even high that time. Pickles huffed thinking of ways to try and get them to laugh. Even if it was a just a chuckled. Hell a pity laugh would suffice. So Pickles set out on a quest. He tried great jokes. “Yesterday I saw a guy spill all his Scrabble letters on the road. I asked him, “What’s the word on the street?” They didn’t work they just huffed and shook their head. He tried anti jokes. “A man walks into a bar… “ouch.” He said.” They didn’t work either his partner simply rolled their eyes and smiled. He tried dirty jokes. “Give it to me! Give it to me!" she yelled. "I'm so wet, give it to me now!" She could scream all she wanted, but I was keeping the umbrella.” They simply made his partner groan and smack his arm with a sly smirk. He tried tickling his partner. But they just stood there and smiled. He tried juggling random things and making a skit. Nope. Nothing seemed to work. UNTIL. The day he and his partner had made a silent truce over the issue. Pickles knew he’d pick it up again later but as the two sat and ate their ice cream cuddled on the park bench he was more than comfortable to just sit in silence and eat his Orange sherbet. That is until a seagull decided to shit all over the top of his bald head. Pickles cringed blinking in confusion. Until he heard it. That laugh. God that laugh that could be from an angel… Pickles looked over smiling broadly as his partner reached over wiping the bird poop away from his face and head with an extra napkin. Tears streamed from their eyes making their makeup run but he didn’t care. Pickles felt like the luckiest man on the damned planet.

Murderface:

- He truly respected his partner in every sense of the word. The day the two met William knew for a fact he was going to be with them for the rest of his life. They dated for months. It was rare for him to see his partner in anything other than black. But that was fucking awesome. Even the little black lipstick smudges they left on his face were awesome. He of course had heard them laugh before. Loads of times. He was the funniest motherfucker out there. But the time came when he introduced his partner to his Grandma Stella and Grandpa Thunderbolt. William was so nervous about what they would say… or what his grandma would say rather. But his S/O had been so supportive and willing to meet them he couldn’t help but relax a little. That is until the comments started to fly. “Wow William… they sure do wear a lot of black don’t they? They’ll get awful hot down in the humid heat we live in. You’ll have to make sure they stay hydrated when you two come visit.” “How’d you catch a great person like them? Ya know when you’re you.” “Don’t they ever laugh? They just smile away but where’s the laugh?” William wanted to tear his ears off. Then suddenly, his partner was laughing. His grandma had pulled out one of his old baby photos. The one where he was in the bath tub and his butt was out. They were in tears doubled over, laughing over the photo on the smartphone Stella held proudly. “Ha! I knew I could get them to laugh!”

Skwisgaar:

- He and his partner didn’t plan to be “long term”. He and his partner had planned to be a one time thing. But that simply wasn’t the case. Skwisgaar fondly remembered picking them out of the crowd at their last concert. He remembered their night of passion. He remembered making the most out of every moment, going to lengths to make them feel so amazing that only the sound of their moans could be heard through the halls of mordhaus that night. He remembered the sweet after care. How tender he was with them, and wanted to be despite never having been before. Trailing his fingers down sweaty skin he tried to engrain every freckle, curve, mole, piercing and perfection on their body to his memory. That’s when he heard it. Their laugh made him jump at first, stunning him as he stared into their beautiful eyes. They looked embarrassed but gods. He could listen to their laughter all day. And so he tried to make that happen. Sparking a tickle fight that lead into another round of passionate love making he realized, this wasn’t going to be just a one night thing.

Toki:

- He fucking loved his S/Os ascetic. Brightly colored dyed hair, cool head bands with animal ears, cute hair pins, black make up, black clothes with sick logos and splashes of bright colors that brought the whole look to life. Pastel Goth is what they called it. Toki loved it. Much like his band mates, his partner was much more down to earth than he was. Toki wasn’t one to be very serious. He often gave them outlandish ideas for group outings or dates. “Let’s go to Paris! Dat ams romantic right?! Den we can go to de falls of Niagara in de afternoon to watch de sun set!” His partner always brings him back to reality careful not to crush his dreams but always gentle to remind him of time zones, travel restrictions, and laws of physics. One day however he catches them off guard. “We’re going to have to go to de moons. Because a day without you is like a day without you.” He had heard his partner laugh before. But not so honestly and sweetly. The way they covered their face to keep their teeth from showing as they giggled trying to shove their laughter back down, sent shivers down his back. He loved the sound and instantly wanted more. “Sos… ams dat a no?”

Magnus:

- He had first met his partner at the local bar. He tried to preform for small crowds to garner enough spare cash to make it through the month. Unfortunately the name Magnus Hammersmith wasn’t as popular as it once was when he was a member of Dethklok… but he made the best of his 30ish paying viewers. He supposed he couldn’t hope for better considering it was just him and his guitar. That was until the gorgeous sound of the bars piano started to play alongside his guitar. Looking over Magnus spotted his future partner, although he didn’t know that at the time. He was just simply grateful for any help he could get. Together the pair made triple the amount of tips he could have by himself. Magnus offered them a sizable amount but they refused stating they were just happy to play. “You’re fucking nuts… you know that right?” Magnus muttered making his musical partner laugh and nod. It was a sound he’d happy pay them to hear again. But instead he simply blushed and offered his number. “Wanna get a bite to eat sometime? My treat…”

#i love my mutuals #thank you so much for the ask #imagine metalocalypse #metalocalypse headcanons #metalocalypse #dethklok #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #william murderface #magnus hammersmith

[of-another-broken-heart]

I still hate this new editor.

I hate how fucking tiny the text window is. I hate the near-infinite empty space all around it.

I hate the intrusive, long icon list that shows up every time I hit Return.

Why not add it as a static element to the editor window? After hacking it down to this pitiful 300x300 size, surely, SURELY you could afford to toss a little 40 pixel banner along the bottom with those options? Surely???

Knee-jerk repeat complaints aside, I am here to document some further tragedy that is my life.

I got harassed and had my anxiety put into overdrive over the weekend by an insurance representative. Health insurance. Supposedly from the "retention" department. She kept calling and leaving voicemails. I managed to pick up a single call, which interrupted something I was actively doing, so I managed to get her to schedule me an appointment. She would call for it.

She didn't.

I spent the whole rest of that day - Friday - calling back. Being sent to her voicemail. Over. And over. And over. And over. Every fucking call. Straight to voicemail.

Obviously there was nothing over the weekend. Clearly. Obviously.

Monday came. I didn't get a call, but I did get another voicemail. Sorry, she said, for being "a little late." I returned the call. Again. Voicemail. Again.

I called the insurance main line. I tricked the automated maze sphinx with an answer - I'm calling to renew! The automated maze sphinx connected me with an actual representative. She pulled up my account.

I am not up for renewal (recertification). I am good until September of 2024.

I was relieved. I was livid.

I called the "retention" agent. Again. Voicemail. Again. I let her know that I took care of it. That I called the main line, and she could cease harassing me, as my coverage was good for an entire fucking year.

She hasn't left me any more voicemails.

But that was a 4-day long anxiety episode. Preceded, of course, by several other days of anticipatory anxiety. And insomnia.

Between the physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion, AND the weather, I had a (new!) chronic pain flare, too. No, I don't suddenly have fibro or anything like that. It's that pesky knee, so susceptible to my bad luck, and gravity. I had to use Nana's cane to get around for a while after finally finishing all my anxiety phone calls on Monday.

As it turns out, such an experience triggers my MECFS PEM, too. Unsurprisingly. I have been completely drained. Struggling to have enough energy to get myself to the bathroom, stay hydrated, eat much of anything. I lost most of Tuesday to it. Wednesday is gone and all I can really tell you is that I "woke up" at 7:30 PM and have somehow vacantly remained some detached form of conscious for 10 hours.

Ah, right. It was more anxiety. See, Tuesday also brought me, what I can only figure is, a combination trauma episode and autistic meltdown. Combined with exhaustion, and PEM, and anxiety, and frustration, and And people got to witness it! Which, of course, leads to more anxiety. And blame. Justice Sensitivity, and Rejection Sensitivity? Oh, baby, the charts are spanning to whole other universes, those bars are so big they're extra-planar. That all got cranked into hyperdrive late Wednesday. THAT is how I vacantly remained some detached form of conscious. I was dissociating!

I cried today. I cry most days. Why did I cry?

I'm still in love with someone who hasn't even said so much as "hi" to me in a full year. Hate myself for that. Wish I wasn't a broken fucked up goddamn idiot, huh. Wouldn't that be nice.

I remembered my dad. He's not dead. I just might not ever see him again. I remembered being little, and his enthusiasm and fun spirit, and his laugh, and falling asleep on his chest as a child after he returned from fishing trips, and the time he got us all shushed in a movie theater when he and mom split, and the first time I ever saw him truly cry in pain (I can't remember what the injury was any more - it was either when he cut his knee open, or when he gave himself blood poisoning while cleaning a shark jaw that came up in some nets).

I miss cooking. I miss baking. I miss having friends both willing and able to see me. I miss board games and swimming in pools and laughing while trying to barbecue in the rain. I miss feeling liked and wanted.

So I cry.

These aren't even unique days. This is just life now. This is what I was made for, I guess. To be broken and used and thrown away and forgotten, and always, ALWAYS blamed for ever, EVER suggesting otherwise, and especially so for daring to stand up for myself.

#personal

[cyverrieee]

💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚

Mermaid Venti AU

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Pirate!Y/n x Mermaid!Venti

You fell of your ship and someone came in to save you

A/N: FUCK I FORGOT TO ADD THIS WAS INSPIRED BY A VENTI ASMR (Mermaid!Venti tried to seduce you asmr) SLAYED FR STILL WAITING FOR PART 4/5

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You felt the water go through your ears as you go down, you tried to swim up but the water was too hard to swim in. You slowly gave up and accepted your faith in drowning as you felt some arms pull you up to the surface.

"ah! Your alive"

The person said, looking at them from bottom and the top. You realized that this person had a tail for legs. You backed away knowing it was a mermaid.. or rather a siren, now that you think about it; you did hear a song that made you turn in a trance. You looked them suspiciously.

"oh.. i see but before we talk we— i mean you can sit on that rock"

They pointed to the nearest rock, i mean it was bug to sit on so you followed them. You sat yourself on the rock as the mermaid just stayed in the water.

"judging from your face.. you dont really trust me huh?"

The mermaid said, quietly laughing on what they said. You just nodded in respond.

"i wont really hurt you! I swear"

You stared at them judgmentally but there isnt really much you can do, your in the middle of the ocean with a mermaid and you dont even know where your ship is. You sighed in defeat, as you look at them, theyre eyes shone brightly when you looked at them with that "i dont trust you" look.

"fine.. I'll trust you since you save me all but dont expect much.."

The mermaid's eyes twinkle with passion and relief. They threw themselves up the rock next to you. Now you have a closer detail on the mermaid beside you, they had black hair fading into a vibrant blue ish teal color, their eyes are diamond like emeralds and they shine when the light hits is direction, they had golden accessories that looked like a royal being would wear and their tail.. it had a blue ish teal crystalize texture and look. The fish like human looked at you before speaking

"you know this is my first time meeting a human up closed once.."

The mermaid said, looking down a bit then looking up to you again woth a more genuine look

"when i just wanna say hi to the humans they just run away from me once they caught sight of me.. all i ever wanted was someone to talk to.."

The mermaid said, you felt guilty or pity for them as you were one of those people. Now the question is.. are they a siren?

"are you a siren?"

You nonchalantly said, the mermaid turned to you with a puzzled look

"A siren? I never heard that before.."

They said, you slightly widen your eyes in disbelief. How could a mermaid not know what a siren is... Arent they one of their kind?

"in my home, there's no such thing as a siren.. mind telling me more about them?"

The mermaid spoke as they looked at you, you nodded and proceed to tell what you know about the Sirens.

"huuh?.. a Mermaid who uses their voice to lure in sailors? But i didnt sing to get any sailors or anything i was just singing for my own pleasure and it makes me happy." The mermaid said looking at you, you just nodded and looked down at yourself; you see a cut on your knee thats preventing you to walk.

"ah.. my knee...",

You mumbled but it was heard by the mermaid,

"Oh! Uh let me help, maybe my magic isnt so bad right now"

The mermaid spoke, as they turn to your direction and put your leg on their lap. They began to chant a song slowly but surely your wound is getting healed, with leaves you flabbergasted. The mermaid just giggled in respond.

"your tune is nice by the way"

You said, the mermaid perked up and stared at you, he gently smiled at you as the waves bring calming noises. Well almost. You felt safe under their protection, givjng you eading comfort and peace. But that didnt really last long. Soon enough your ship found you laying in a rock, but before that.

"Ah.. i can see your ship from afar, well good bye! Uh..."

He cut off himself just realizing that he didnt knew your name. You softly wheezed in respond

"Y/n L/n"

You said, lazily smiling as you waved good bye. He nodded and whispered barely enough for you to hear

"Venti.."

He last said before jumping back in the water. Soon your ship made it to your small lil rocky island. As one of your crewmates threw down a ladder for you, the captain immediately came in and checked on you.

"are you okay?! How did you end up here!"

She said worryingly, you felt a bit nervous that you being treated like this. But it would be normal for a leader to be worried about their group.

"i fell the ship by accident and fell unconscious, i end up in that rock you found on just now"

You explained, the captain only nodded and left. You wipe off ths sweat forming from your forehead. Venti watched you from afar as your boat slowly hovered farther and farther away. He swimmed down to go meet his family again.

His younger brother, Xiao waits for him as he sees a dark green haired male like his hair, he scoffed and swam closer to him.

"Took you long enough"

He scoffed, Venti only said his signature ''Ehe'' as Xiao's face darken, This immediately made Venti stop with his silliness and went in the coral castle. They walked on the red carpet as the King and Queen of the ocean stood before them.

"Hello there my dears!"

The Queen happily said, as she goes down to meet the two siblings,

"Hello mother"

"Hi mom!"

They both said with different courtesy, Venti was more casual while Xiao was more Formal. People would sometimes think these two arent brothers! But thats kind of normal here.

The two green brothers heard the news of the newly crowned heir, Xiao already knows who it is - As its Venti himself, Venti didnt really care for this role but he was forced to by his parents.

The event took place and once the event was over, he went to his room and took off the heavy jewelry as his mind drifted off to you..

Ahh.. i hope to see you again.. Y/n

Was his last words before falling asleep.. his face unconsciously build up a small smile as he dreams of you

#akix impact #genshin venti #akix's lil stars #genshin x y/n #candeez nuts #mermaid!genshin au #i like xiao and venti as brothers #I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YUH

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Hello ! Okay so this question really has no connection to any fandom in general (except, maybe, Avatar on the intelligent non-human species side?) but I just saw an article about orca intelligence and the fact that we now know they have very strong social bonds, even teach each other things and even have names they use between each other! Anyway, I just saw this and was also thinking about the fact that most people still think they're just big dumb fish and don't ask me why but it made me think again about your excellent posts on Avatar (I told him there was a link!), Quaritch and Jake's family in general.

So I was wondering what you think? About their intelligence and the fact that some people would like them to be considered as non-human (I admit I think that about cetaceans in general personally) as well as your opinion on the fact that individuals in captivity are often captured in the wild and find themselves in honestly pitiful conditions in the company of orcas they don't know and therefore can't communicate with (fun fact: each pod, or group, of orcas has its own language that doesn't correspond to that of other pods).

If you already knew this, I'd be delighted to know ey if you didn't, I might have raised your interest in this and that's just as well. What's more, it might also raise the interest of other people who see it...

What a fun question!! Honestly, no worries at all for any non fandom related question, it means so much that you guys care for my opinion on anything at all! I love the Avatar questions a ton, but it's super fun and special when a question branches out into another fandom or topic.

Yes, I do know about wales and orcas! I was always one of those dirty little mud kids who was obsessed with all animals and bugs and wildlife. I had bins and bins of plastic dinosaurs and book after book on wildlife. I was going to be a vet until senior year of high school, when I decided that taking algebra for the third time meant I wasn't cut out for a math or science career lol (I took it for a forth time for no credit in college 😬).

There is a ton to be said about captivity in general, and the ethics of zoos and wildlife centers. Thankfully most zoos follow much stricter laws now, and the majority of animals you see in care are unable to be released into the wild or are being rehabilitated until they can be. I don't know that there are these same standards yet for large aquariums, and places like SeaWorld that have orcas and whales and sharks. I am not an expert, and it's not something I've looked into in a long time. In general though, I think most of these places have improved, but these large animals, I don't see how they can ever be kept ethically in captivity,

There is also the matter of orcas, who have been a huge talking point as of late because of them sinking ships. They truly are the dickbag bullies of the sea lol, so it's funny to me to compare them to the tulkun. Actually, maybe all the dolphins are the dickbag bullies of the sea. But, orcas are dolphins so they are the same thing. But orcas (also dolphins do this with fish) play catch with seals dude, they slap them back and forth and don't even eat them. Sometimes they make waves too knock animals off of ice and then wait for them to get back on the ice so they can do it again. They are sociopaths. So I think they are smart, but also I'm scared. Dolphins (orcas are dolphins) are one of the few animals besides humans that hunt for fun as well as for food.

BUT ANYWAYS. I don't think orcas can be considered human, they are non-human. Humanity sets itself apart from other species with large scale cooperation, culture and tool use, and abstract thought and reasoning. These are things the tulkun possess in Avatar, and things that are not shared by any other creature on Earth that we know of.

#cool question tho #i hope this answer was what you wanted? #miles quaritch #jake sully #tulkun #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #orca whale #whale #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron) #melissa is an english major

[madaboutmunson]

The Eddie Munson Tape Dates Metallica 'Ride The Lighting'

Warnings: fluff, swearing, romance, implied sexual interaction, drug use, heatwave, love

The heat had been relentless all day. Even the fan in your room had given up and was just pushing around warm air at this point.

You'd rolled up your rug and lay star-fished on the exposed wooden floor, in your shorts and vest, staring at the ceiling. Patiently waiting for the heat oblivion to come to an end.

You hear the front door slam shut, "Y/N? Mama? Pops? Anyone?" You hear Eddie call out breathlessly.

"I'm upstairs, babe!" You yell out, refusing to move from the one cooler spot in the house you'd located.

His normal thundering run up the stairs was replaced by the pace of an average person, totally sluggish for Munson's speed.

A few seconds of carpeted silence and a small thud against your door as it opens. Eddie's forehead is still pressed against it, "It's so fucking hot ou-" he starts to say but is interrupted by looking at you on the floor.

A weak grin creeps across his perspiration-coated face, his hair being its most curvy, sticking to it in places, "Babe, this is the most lacklustre invite that has ever been thrown at me, but I'll take it... in a second.. don't move."

Eddie sheds his clothes to his vest and shorts as he lumbers his way to the shower and walks in for a few seconds. Then, his clothes and self completely soaked through, he runs back into the room and pounces. He finishes in a straddle of your waist, his hands on the floor on either side of your head, as the cold shower water falls from him onto your body.

"Jesus Christ! Eddie!" You start in an annoyed tone, but soon the cold water is appreciated. His mischievous face makes you laugh, "Alright, alright, that has actually improved the heat situation."

"Oh yeah? What about this then?" He says, moving his hands to your shoulders to keep you in place as he shakes his head rapidly from side to side, water flying everywhere. The shake moves down his body until he's just sitting shimmying on you, laughing impishly.

"Ok, right, that's enough! I hear you. I'm moving," You say, wrestling your way back to sitting up.

He wraps his arms around you, and they are already almost dry. You flop your head onto his chest, mumbling and fake sobbing, "This weather sucks. When is it Winter again?"

"I dunno, it has some perks," he says, playing with the waistband of your shorts, "These are, very...very short", he sighs.

"I honestly can't believe you're thinking about anything like that when we are basically in the centre of Mount Doom right now," you say, creating some space.

He puts his hand to the side of his mouth, whispering, "Ok, this is top secret information, but I'm pretty much always thinking about that".

He leans back a little removing his vest, "And Mount Doom? A Rings reference? My influence is very clearly infectious."

Your eyes trail slowly over his exposed torso, "Like what you see, huh?" He says quietly, looking down into your eyes.

You swallow slowly and say quickly, "Well, yes, but it's also way too warm for all of that."

"Not everywhere." He says with a smirk, pulling you up with him and heading back to the shower with you.

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Later in the evening, whilst pouring over some poetry for class, "What rhymes with soubrette?" Eddie says, tapping his pencil against the back of his hand, deep in thought.

"What on earth are you writing about?" You look over at him, confused, "What's a souprette? A little soup?"

Eddie stops tapping his pencil and looks at you with pity, "You really need to read more, honey. It's really wonderful, not just the stories but the language too."

"Hey! I did do a bunch of reading. I read your books about Hobbits." You reply quickly. "I even used the school projector to create huge versions of the maps for you."

Eddie smiles proudly at you, "That you did, sure I'll give you that...But, how much of that reading was actually done by your own eyes and not your ears."

You mischievously avoid his eyes, "Like 50%?" You try

Eddie lets out a loud guffaw and then mimics you, "Oh Eddie, I like it when you do the voices. I can't hear them the same in my head...I like it when you act out the battle scenes...My eyes are so tired from ogling you all day, Eddie. Could you read it for me?... Gym today was a real workout. I don't even think I could lift the book to read it."

You laugh heartily at his impersonation, "Ok, ok, maybe like 25%, but none of those were lies. It was all true!!" He shakes his head at you in mock disapproval, "Besides, it makes you so happy!! And I live for that, Edward! That's why I was put on this God-forsaken planet", you say theatrically.

His smile widens at your antics, "I am quite the showman after all", he bows.

You grab for your dictionary, "Soubrette, a pert or flirtatious young woman" you roll your eyes at him, "Cassette rhymes with Soubrette."

He shoots a set of finger guns at you, "Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner", and he grabs the box of tapes from under the bed.

"But it's not date night?" You look at him in confusion.

He looks at you in disbelief and says sarcastically, "Well, I guess I'll just put them back then, shall I? I didn't realise it was the law of the land, geez!"

"Ooooh, alright," you say, teasing him, and reach for a tape. You go to grab one, and he shakes the box, so you can't catch it. You look up at him and eye him curiously.

You try again, and the same thing happens.

He moves the box until Metallica's Ride the Lightning is under your fingertips. You look up at him again, his eyes are wide, and he's nodding towards the blue tape.

You narrow your eyes at him and quickly grab the tape next to it, laughing as you do. He drops the box grinning at you, "You little minx!!"

You can see from his posture and facial expressions he's about 10 seconds from launching into a tickle attack.

You quickly pick up Ride the Lightning, holding it up at him, just in time for his face to meet the plastic case with a little bump.

"I've picked it!!" You say getting ready to run for it in case the album selection doesn't satisfy.

He nods at you, "That's much better. Wait there."

He enters your closet, grabbing a tote bag and throwing in some clothes.

"Ready? Let's go!" He says, marching you out of the room, downstairs and towards the front door.

"Orf out are 'ye?" your Dad asks from his armchair.

"Yeah, not sure where yet, though," you say, putting your sneakers on.

"Oh, is this one of the tape dates," your Mom says excitedly, running over to Eddie.

"Yeah", he beams at her, "How did you know about them?"

"Moonbeam here told us all about them after the rowboat one. So you planned all 13 of them yourself?" she says, putting her arm around his shoulders.

"Yeah," he says a little bashfully. You are sure you see a hint of him blushing from under his hair.

"Your mekin' us all look bad, ya know, lad?" Your dad jokes.

"Ignore him. May I?" Mama says, holding her hand out for the cassette.

Eddie willingly hands it over, ensuring she can see the track listings. Then, he waits, swaying backwards and forwards on his heels in anticipation.

Mama scans the tape, "Ok, so I can rule out these, right?" Eddie nods with a cute dimpled smile plastered on his face.

"So on a day like today....this one, right?" She taps on the case.

You try to sneak a peek at where she is tapping, but she pulls it away from you so you can't see.

"That one exactly!" Eddie says in triumph.

"Is it..." She starts out loud and then whispers something to Eddie behind her hand.

"No, it's..." He replies in the same way, hiding his whispers behind his hand.

Your Mom looks at her watch, "Now?!"

Eddie smiles and puts one hand behind his back, the other imitating someone putting a cigarette to their lips, "I know a guy", he says.

They both start giggling, and your Mom grabs him in a big hug, "That's gonna be just perfect! You are such a thoughtful young man!" She leans out of the hug, "You hear that, Tom?? Thoughtful!"

Eddie's posture straightens up. He looks delighted to have won this badge of approval from your Mom. Even though he's not trying to do that, he's just himself.

You know Eddie's Uncle absolutely adored Eddie and did everything he could to give him the best of everything. But there was just something about him that really resonated with your Mom. You weren't sure exactly what that thing was, but Eddie loved having an extra adult around being proud of him.

It was also nice for him to have someone as openly loving as your Mom around. She hugged him when he arrived, when he left and for many other trivial reasons, just like she did with you.

You Dad mainly stuck to hello and goodbye hugs for Eddie. In-between, he gave him the odd hair ruffle or playful nudge.

Eddie calling your Mom and Dad, Mama and Pops, had started out as a joke. He liked to shout after them in unison with you and occasionally use those terms when saying thanks to them. No one ever corrected him, so it just stuck.

"Come on," he says, reaching for your hand, "before we miss him."

While Eddie drives, you get in the van, listening to the tape and reading through the track listing.

"On a day like today..." You repeat your Mom's words and scan the cassette sleeve.

You get distracted by the music playing, it sounds like a piece of classical music, and you are about to comment on it when the Metallica you are used to hearing rip through the speakers. Eddie assumes his usual singing, steering wheel drumming and nodding. Only allowing for actually head banging when at a stop light.

You glance back at the album. Creeping Death, now that was indeed how today had felt before Eddie had turned up, but it's probably not that one.

"Trapped Under Ice?" You say, looking over at him.

He smiles as you pull into a parking lot, "Ah, my little detective strikes again!".

You look out into the evening and see an arena of sorts.

He grabs his black lunchbox and jogs round to your side of the van to assist you out of it.

As you open the door and the night air hits you. It's still a warm wall of unbearable heat, unnecessary for this time of night, with no breeze to help move it along.

Eddie weaves his fingers in-between yours as he locks up the van and starts walking you over to one of the fire exits of the building.

He taps an intricate beat on the door, and a bushy-bearded face answers, "Eddie! My man. I wasn't expecting delivery until tomorrow."

"I know, right?" Eddie says, leaning in the door frame, "I just thought maybe I could get this to you earlier and call in that little favour we spoke about a few weeks ago. I can always throw you in something extra..." Eddie lets that hang in the air.

"Are you kidding me? I'm a man of my word, dude, and you know what, tonight is perfect. The boss is on holiday" the guy beams at Eddie and spies Eddie's other hand holding yours. He looks further around the door and follows your arm to your face. Finally, he nods and simply says, "Nice!"

You wave with your free hand and receive a big smile and salute in return from the guy at the door.

Eddie hands him a paper bag with some other plastic bags in it, and you are allowed inside.

"You remember where everything is, right, dude?" The guy calls after you both.

"Indeed I do, my man!" Eddie calls back, grinning widely and moving faster down the corridor.

"Eddie, where are we?" You look around, expecting some kind of snowcone stand or something, only to be walked through a tunnel into a seated arena with an Ice Rink in the centre.

You audibly gasp, "Wow", is all you can manage.

Eddie looks at your face and rubs his hands together, giggling excitedly to himself before grabbing your hand again, leading you back the way you came to a locker room.

"Grab yourself a pair, Babe" he gestures broadly at the lockers and a trolley full of skates.

You search through the lockers and eventually find a pair in your size, as does Eddie. Then, you both go out to the team box at the side of the ice rink and switch over from sneakers to skates, and Eddie gives you the bag with the warmer clothes in to layer up if you want to before taking to the ice.

"Have you skated before?" He asks, helping you onto the ice.

"Well..." You say, skating away from him quickly, into a bit of spin on the ice, "a little", you wink at him.

"Oh... you're an ice skater too. So full of surprises," he says with his hands on his hips, "Now you're gonna have to show me how to do that little spin thing", he says, zooming over to you.

The coolness of the rink is so very welcome right now. Your Mom was right. This was perfect.

Eddie can skate well enough to keep balance and catch you up just fine. Still, what he's mastered in speed, he is seriously lacking in his stopping ability. So you grab the back of his jacket just in time to spin him in the other direction, so he doesn't plant into the wall.

You take a bit of time, showing him some techniques for slowing down, and once he's mastered those to the point at which he can stop relatively safely, you show him how to spin.

There are a great many bumps and curses, but he is a quick study and, after a while, manages to spin around on his skates.

"Yes!!!" He celebrates aggressively before skating back over to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you gently, "Best teacher ever." He smiles and squeezes you.

You hear the tannoy squeak into life with a bit of feedback and the intro to Foreigner's 'I Want to Know What Love Is.'

Eddie looks up at the box higher up the rink and rolls his eyes, "I'm sorry. I did not ask for this," he says, grimacing and cringing a little.

You look up in the same direction and see Eddie's friend swaying gently on his own in the box, lip-syncing to the song, smoke billowing around him. You smile and wave up at him.

You grab Eddie's hand, "Come on, it's not so bad." and skate with him around the rink a few times, like you are at the roller disco in the artic.

The song ends, and Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, but then it immediately starts up again. Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

You let go of his hands, skate into a space, and do your best power ballad lip sync with the odd bit of backward skating and a few spins for his entertainment.

He can't hold back a smile. As you power slide towards him on your knees, your fist clenched and eyes tight, mouthing the words to the song.

"I guess it's not so bad!" He laughs, helping you back up and grabs you in his arms as the song replays again. This time Eddie just shakes his head and tightens his arms around you in some kind of awkward ice slow dance.

You look up at the box. Eddie's friend is still swaying happily but is crying.

"Should we go help him?" You ask.

Eddie looks over his shoulder up at him, "Nope, no way."

"Is he sad?"

"You need to understand that Bob saw An Officer and a Gentleman eight times at the cinema. He's a romance junkie," Eddie laughs.

"Ah, is that why you're such good friends?" You say, gesturing around at the ice rink.

"Look, I'm just great at dates, alright. Nothing to do with being romantic."

The song loops around again, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!!" Eddie yells but then immediately starts laughing again when he sees you are already doubled over laughing at his little outburst

"Look, I think there is a way out of this, but I need some answers first," you say, assuming back into middle school slow dance positions.

"Ok, sure. Whatever ends this ear massacre," he pleads.

"So Bob here, asked you if your remembered where everything was, so you've been here before?"

"Yes, very astute of you", he agrees.

"Why have you been here before? Were you an ice hockey player or something?" You ask curiously

Eddie chuckles, "No, honey. It was an after-hours visit like this one."

You stop dancing for a minute, "But you said you hadn't been on a date since 1979. Is that not true?"

He tilts his head at you adorably, "Of course that's true. Why would I lie about something like that?"

Your brows knit together in confusion.

He tuts, "Ok, this is top secret, right? If you must know, someone at hellfire liked figure skating, but they got mercilessly bullied by some assholes at school about it. So I arranged a little hellfire club outing because of my connection here."

"Eddie, that's so kind of you."

"Hmmm, just the felt right to do." He looks out at the ice and back to you, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, "They looked so great on the ice, you know like they were just a nuclear explosion of joy. It was awesome to watch."

You lean into him, with your side of your face against his chest, lowering your arms, so they are around his waist, and squeeze him tightly.

You'd like to try to convey to Eddie what a perfect specimen of human being he was. How his kindness might have changed that kid's life forever. You could just cry, holding a perfect angel in your arms, feeling like the luckiest person in the entire universe.

Instead, you move away from him a little, skate backwards with him into the middle of the rink and say, "Let's give Bob what he wants."

You place your hands gently around Eddie's face and look into his eyes. Your heart is pounding ferociously, even though you must have kissed him a thousand times before.

"For the theatrics," you say, smiling, grabbing his waist again, dipping him to the side, and kissing him.

You lift him gently back up and kiss him again. He rolls his eyes at you but can't hide his toothy grin and huge dimples, "Yeah, theatrics...sure.."

You hear some audible sobs over the speaker. You both look up at the box, "Ok, you kids gotta get out of here. Go live your lives. Drive into the sunset. Shoot for the moon. Dance like no one is watching..."

Eddie looks at you and then his watch, "Shit, we should get back before I lose my golden boy status with the folks", he says before skating off the ice with you.

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[echotrinityme]

Choose Me, Henry Chapter 21: It’s Gonna Be Me

Ever since Henry had told him he will never his feelings, Charles has been in a deep state of depression. He hasn't been sleeping well, he hasn't been eating pancakes which is his favorite food, and he's been in a grumpy mood which worried everyone sans Henry and Rupert. Henry and Rupert knew they were being cold, however, they were still angry with him.

Rupert and Henry have been spending more time together. Of course, spending more time together made their feelings stronger. However, they still have doubts because of certain things. Henry sometimes feel Rupert still resents him in some way. Rupert feels Henry still sees him as a bully and not a potential lover. But, they managed to forget about their insecurities...for now.

Charles was still in his tent, his hair was messy under his red headphones, and his eyes were shadowed. He sat up on his bed as his arms were crossed, he was not in a good mood. He was brooding when the Bukowski twins came inside his tent, they wore big grins on their faces, and they snickered. "Hey, Charles." Calvin said as his brother giggled.

Charles glanced at them with his dull green eyes, the twins noticed he didn't look good, he looked like shit. Charles stared at the twins for a moment, then he looked away. "What do you want, Calvin." he replied hoarsely as if he hasn't used his voice in a while.

"Charles, don't be too sad about losing Henry to Rupert." Calvin started out, noticing Charles's eyes was now filling with rage. "After all...there's plenty of fish in the sea!" Calvin sang out as he brought out his hands, Konrad also brought his hands as he moved away from the entrance. Dave was standing awkwardly as he rubbed his head, he knew Charles would like to be alone by the way he's looking at the twins.

Charles kept staring at the twins while Dave was feeling more awkward than ever, Charles sighed as he stood up. He went up to them and roughly pushed them out of the tent. Charles close the flap as Dave stared at him in worry, Charles sat back down on his bed. "I'm really sorry about the twins." Dave murmured as he sat down next to Charles.

Charles shook his head as he chuckled at Dave, "It's fine," he replied as he smiled slightly. "They're only trying to help."

"Yeah, but you don't need that right now."

"Mmhm."

There was silence after their exchange, Dave took a closer look at Charles and saw there was no happiness in his eyes. Just sadness. Charles sighed as he shook his head, then he put his face into his hands. "I screwed up, didn't I?" he asked, through his hands.

Dave nodded as he responded, "Yes. You did."

Charles lifted up his head to look at Dave, he was now crying. "I screwed up so bad that Henry and Rupert now hate me." he said, voice wavering.

Dave saw Charles buried his head in his arms as he continued sobbing, Dave felt pity and sadness for him. He slowly went closer to him and hugged him. Charles felt Dave hugged him and he hugged him back as he kept crying. Dave spent the rest of his time comforting Charles, he rubbed his back and whisper comforting words to him. He kept doing that until Charles fell asleep, Dave also fell asleep. They both took a nap and were sleeping peacefully.

Rupert and Henry were in Rupert's tent, they were enjoying each other's company.  Rupert was on his phone while Henry was laying on top of him, he was sleeping. He was enjoying Rupert's body warmth, he was like a portable heater. Rupert was still looking through his phone when Victoria step inside the tent, she was about to tell him something when she spotted Henry asleep on top of him. She smirked at Rupert as he looked up from his phone.

"Don't say anything, Tori." he said as he frowned.

Victoria giggled as she smiled, "Why? You guys looks so cute together." she responded.

Rupert sighed as Henry shifted, Victoria squeal at him. Rupert shook his head, "Calm down or you'll wake him." he said firmly and quietly.

Victoria quickly covered her mouth as her face went pink, "Sorry." she replied as she uncovered her mouth.

She calm down as she sat down next to Rupert, "So...how?" she asked as she made hand gestures.

Rupert glanced down at Henry whom was still sleeping, "It just...sorta happened," he answered, "I mean, we gotten to know each other and understand each other deeply."

Victoria nodded as Henry shifted again, she glanced at Henry then to Rupert. "I understand, you hated each other guts, " she said, "It's just weird to imagine you and him together."

Rupert nodded as he pursed his lips, then he frowned again. Victoria noticed this, she raised an eyebrow at him. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing... I'm just tired from all the competing I had to deal with." Rupert responded tiredly.

"Competing?"

"He had a lover before, and Charles admitted he has feelings for Henry."

"Oh..."

Rupert nodded as he closed his eyes, he was so tired. Figuring out his feelings for Henry, fighting for Henry, dealing with exes, having emotional outbursts, and trying to deal with the Toppat clan was just exhausting. "What's wrong?" Victoria asked in concern as she saw Rupert closed his eyes.

"I'm just tired." he mumbled.

"I would say why, but I've already know the answer."

"Mmhm."

Victoria stood up to head outside, she turn to Rupert whom still has his eyes closed, "By the way... I don't know if you are interesting in hearing this, but Charles is miserable."

Rupert didn't respond which was expected, she shook as she went outside. Rupert open his eyes as soon she was gone, he sighed as Henry was beginning to wake up. Henry shifted as he open his eyes to rub them, he yawned, and he sat up. Rupert glanced at him with a smile, "Did ya have a good nap?" he asked softly.

Henry nodded as he got off from Rupert to stretch, he made a cute sound which made Rupert heart beat faster. As Henry was done stretching, Rupert sat up. "Oi. Victoria was here before you woke up." Rupert said to Henry.

Henry glanced at Rupert in confusion, "Really? What for?" he asked curiously.

"She just wanted to say hi and..." Rupert stopped to look down at the ground, he was debating if he should tell Henry Charles was miserable, but it was Charles's own fault for being miserable.

"And?" Henry said with his eyebrow raised, "What is it?"

"Charles is apparently miserable."

Henry blinked at Rupert for a moment, then he look away from him. "Oh." he murmured.

"Ya, I feel a little bad for him, but he's the one who made himself miserable!" Rupert exclaimed, "After all what he has done to us... Argh!"

Henry went over to Rupert to sit down next to him, he hugged Rupert. "Hey, calm down," he said gently, "I'm mad at him too, but... I think he just needs time."

"Yeah..." Rupert grumbled as he felt Henry's arms around him.

Rupert and Henry hugged for a while, they felt a little bad for Charles, but they felt he deserve it for all the trouble he had put them through. Rupert felt the jerk deserve it for trying to steal Henry away from him and for calling him abusive. Rupert hated it when he's called abusive, he's not his father, and he will never be. He glanced at Henry whom was still hugging him, he hugged Henry tighter.

Rupert almost lost Henry, and he hates himself for it. Henry has gotten hurt since he was betrayed by the Toppat clan, Rupert wants to make him happy.  

It's gonna be him to make protect him no matter what.

A/N: I'm so sorry, college has been kicking my butt and I'm losing motivation. Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter!

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[yariktrapov]

Hiiii. It me. I'm traumadumping onto nothingness don't mind me.

I think i'm playing the victum and fishing for pity.

I stopped being friends with my bestest friend ever the day after my birthday. It was heartbreaking, but not unexpected. I loved her at some point. I was completely obsessed with her. She was like a symbol to me. A symbol of love. A goddess of love. I kid you not i prayed to her at the darkest times.

I saw no flaws, the world was like a opioid-induced dream: hazy and uncontrollable. I never told her i love her like that. I was too afraid to lose her.

I was so afraid to lose her i mourned in advance the day we go our separate ways. And honestly i'm glad i did. I think i'd go insane on that day if i didn't.

I started losing my affection and noticing the flaws when she cut her hair. Such a menial detail but it showed me that nothing is forever. And neither is that symbol.

And before that she was getting closer with our other friend. I was so... not jealous. No, i was posessive. I wanted to be her only best friend. And i showed it. And i spoke it. And i shut it down with so much restraint i don't know if i even should have done it. I JUST GAVE UP! I REGRET IT SO MUCH I STILL LOVE HER AND NOW I'M HURTING BECAUSE I AM NOT HER FRIEND ANYMORE AND I WISH I WAS I WISH I WAS BETTER I WISH I WAS MORE AWARE OF THE SITUATION AND I THINK SHE HATES ME EVEN THOUGH SHE WOULD NEVER TELL ME BECAUSE DISLIKES CONFLICT AND IS KIND LIKE THAT.

We broke up in text. I asked to meet in person but she said she didn't want to waste time. I think there was some bite in that. Was i a waste of time? I thought we liked the comfort of eachothe but maybe it was just me.

Maybe she figured me out and this 'will they won't they' got on her nerves.

I also just didn't spend time with her lately. I just sat on my fucking phone and did nothing to learn her interests. And i know she tried to learn my and i appreciated it but i did not return it.

Because i was so tired.

I was so so tired of everything.

And because i couldn't get over it i lost everything!

I lost my best friend, i lost all my friends actually. I lost my motivation to study, i lost so much money, i lost my fucking best friend! The best thing to ever happen to me! My savior! All because i was a fucking slob who couldn't get over herself and just wallowed in self-pity like i do right now!

She didn't hug me today.

And before that. A year ago. She didn't hug me.

She probably hates me.

She hugged our other friends.

And i was like a stranger to her.

At least she looked me in the eyes. That was nice.

It also hurt like hell. Seeing her and being unable to touch.

Knowing she's there but she doesn't want to spend time on me. No, not spend. Waste.

I'm glad i was worth wasting time on me before. It's an honour, no sarcasm, really.

Because i'm totally a waste of time.

I don't do anything. I just talk the same thing over and over and over just to spend more time with you and to forget everything else around me. I just spaced out and was in this hazy state where nothing matters as long as i'm there with her. It probably pissed her off.

I actually put effort into conversation today!

I didn't forget myself once! I didn't space out, like i did before. I didn't repeat myself. I hope she enjoyed listening to my stories. I hope we will be friends sometime in the future again. Please be my friend in the future i'm so sorry i was so lazy i'm so sorry i love you so much and i'm sure it's not romantic anymore, i'm sure it's 100% platonic now because i don't want to marry you, i don't want to live in the city with you. I want to be far away from the city.

We have different love types. We have different expectations from life. We have different political views and we fought over it before. But you're still the most precious person ever to me and i want to be your friend so much! I'll spend my time to get better. I still love you so so much. I swear i love you.

I don't want to be the best friend i just want to be in your life! I'm so sorry i'm so sorry please forgive me i love you so much. I love you so fucking much you have no idea.

If you're mad at me...

I don't know. I hope it goes away with time.

I hope you tell me why you're mad so i could apologise and prove i'm better now.

I hope you'd give me a second chance later.

I love you so fucking much and just because you didn't hug me it hurts so fucking much. I felt a fucking pand in my heart. I

I know you won't love me the way i love you.

And i don't want you to. I think.

I just hope i can be in your life. Please.

Give me a year or two. I'll become better.

-I want to write 'promice' but i'm too scared i won't keep it. So i'll write 'hope'.-

I hope.

And i know you don't want to hurt people but sometimes i think you're lying. I think you do want to hurt those who hurt you. Your dad, your grandad, his family... and now me. I know i may be stupid, but that's what i feel right now.

Fuck.

I hope i'm wrong.

And if i'm right i hope you'll forgive me.

I love you so much.

You're not a symbol but a person now. And i'm so thankful i met you in my life. And i want to be by your side. I want to be

Fuck.

I want to repay you. You've done so much and i just took it with nothing to give back.

I didn't even try to give back.

I was such a terrible and lazy friend. How did you even stand me?

I'll change. I pppprromise. I promise. It's only been a week or two since i started actively working on myself. I promise i'll change. If not for you, then for myself. I know i need it.

I won't have any expectations. It's your decision to accept me or not, to give me the second chance ir not.

I love you either way.

You deserve it.

You saved me without knowing it.

I would have probably gave up if it wasn't for you.

I know i tried once before and the only thing that stopped me was fear. And then the saddest fucking hope ever.

And you proved hoping wasn't for nothing.

You proved life is worth living.

You are the bestest friend anyone could ask for.

You have the most beautiful soul, no wonder i considered you an angel.

I love you with the purest intentions i could muster.

I love you

I love you so much

I love hurting for you

I love you

I love you so fucking much

And you know i hate the words 'i love you' but for you they sound different. They feel different. Genuine. Pure.

I love you

And knowing that somewhere in the past you genuinly cared for me. That you loved me too.... it helps. I know i can be loved truly. I know i had it before. I'm not counting on it now. I'm not trying to regain it again. I'm cherishing the moments ingrained im my memory.

I love you

You were my last resort always and the knowledge that i had such a great friend helped me countless times. Even when we were falling apart. Right untill the very end. Just the thought of you made my day better. Made me stay away from the edge.

I love you

I hope somewhere deep in your heart you have some fondness for me too. It doesn't have to be this deep at all. Just something. A good memory with me that you remember semi-frequently. A thing that reminds you of me. Something that makes you smile.

You have such a big heart i hope some part of me can still fit in there.

I love you so much.

I hope you keep trying your best.

I hope nothing bad ever happens to you.

I hope there's people who can protect you.

I hope there's people similar to you who love you.

I wish all the best to you. I love you.

I love you so fucking much.

I love you so fucking much.

#День Рожденья #trauma dump

[realhankmccoy]

Trumpself: the only real desire Trump feels is a ferocious and animalistic desire to brutalise, humiliate and main anybody who tries to love Trump. Trumpself had to rip out Ivana's hair at the slightest pretext. Why? Because it's fun when you're spoiled. Even in the case of a woman... just a sort of practice bitch on the world you're too spoiled to join in with, only having ever been spoiled by a white dominator, you're only ever wanting to white dominate it.

Trumpself and the Trump 5: never will trust you unless you earn it, make the effort to show you care. All efforts you did to earn it in the past and show you care are for naught, nothing, we spit them up in your face, fuck you you piece of shit, baby only wants to TAKE TAKE TAKE TAKE GIMME GIB MIR DAT FOR FREE GIB MIR MORE PAMPERS ME BRIEFSBOY WHERE YOU GET THEM FANCY BRIEFS FROM... PAMPERS MIR I SED!

(no offence to Pampers brand diapers, as I was just passing them today and realised I'm the kind of existentialist who finds everything on earth exquisitely meaningful to the point of it almost being torture... it's not quite a nihilist save for those masochistic nails being driven into oneself by one trying a little too hard to apprehend reality)

Trumpself: I'm a typical American and cuck of Trump but want to frame that Canuck who can scarcely even stand to be in my country and gets the fuq out of it and cries like a little bitch over the thought of having to even set foot in it most of the time... as one.

Trumpself: I can never trust anyone or anything, because my daddy spoiled me too much and provided the shelter that said the outside world is not to be trusted.

Trumpself: Doesn't understand that things don't grow by gobbling them all up and by painting oneself in neon tones of silver and gold all the time. Do you know what that is, kids? That's called garish. That's called capitalism. That's called what you kids would call a clown -- overwrought kitsch and camp -- ye who is so dismissive of gay culture yet so eager to find value in the Gods and the Devils of Christ Inanity -- would be less of a nerd if Christcuckself and Trumpself knew what KITSCH and CAMP are, especially in the pointless selfpromo land of what you kids call 'late capitalism' in which people can't even string 4 chords together decently but give 'interviews' as if anyone should care about the 'artist' who has apparently learned the lessons of The Apprentice... make some crap but don't worry so much about the crap as the fact that American life is about mastering MARKETING MARKETING MARKETING...

You know, whatshisface and my mother say that the Trump 4 aren't worth my time -- for some reason they go easy on my brother, and that reason is a simple reason: this is how American patriarchy and dumbing down work... it's always THE EVIL DADDY MUST DIE, but the son who is even 'neckier and dumber than the evil daddy must be... coddled and shown pity... until perhaps everybody's dead and he's left to be THE EVIL DADDY or give birth to some of em...

It's really so... tiresome, America.

But whathisface has a point... why, exactly, do I waste my time on the Trump 5... for the penetrating insight into typical America? For the game of seeing if selfish boys who never learned how to love can be reformed and taught to do more other than fish for material goods and prizes and money and toys, soaking humanity for what you can soak as is the teachings of the Trump and the Nation who cucked em'. Is there a childlike element in me myself in which the big world and its unanswered questions, it's challenges of 'speaking French fluency' or 'earning enough money to retire' seem so overwhelming that dwelling on the past and past betrayers is a sort of safe space, a small pond in which I win every argument but can never win so much as a sincere apology and expression of remorse with any of the Trump 5, let alone shift their value systems out of what they think are 'smart' value systems (the value systems of Kid Rock and Trump and various Cuntry music superstars and all that cornpone crap of belittling others all the livelong redneck day whilst getting one's Wascally Wabbit on when on a sugar high and making excuses for the values of sportsmen, if such males can be called men -- the sportsball and YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET WHAT YOU WANT THROUGH THE GUBBAMINT OR MY TAX DOLLARS CERTAINLY YOUR SOCIALISATION IS BULL YOU CANNOT BE TRUSTED CErTAINLY YOU WILL NOT GET WHAT YOU WANT OUT OF ME FOR I AM AS UNLIKELY TO GIVE IT YOU AS A COLICKY BABY IS being all the suburban white Wonderbread truly has in mind for the world --

Why, exactly, other than every protagnoists needs antagonists because too much art -- especially too many films and tv shows -- were designed in this way so my mind has been warped by them -- although that's the state of the world too...

Every 'Merica needs its Russia Every France needs its Germany and the vice-versa

Pourquoi, though... pourquoi specifically... well, that already delineated everything that came to mind off the top of my head, but it still feels like the real motherload of the answer is in Mommie's mind and invisible to her. Either that or Mommie is self-sabotaging by painting her superficial immediate reaction as 'not nearly insightful enough, the mere glaze of an isnight'...

Hmm, well, this is one of those 'how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop questions' and since I feel like maybe it could be answered by rewatching Tootsie, the movie, I'm clearly ready for bed, since, objectively speaking and objectivistly speaking, I doubt Tootsie actually really is the answer to the puzzle -- though I half think it probably actually is the answer.

At the very least, these people like my daughter Christina should consider that Mommie thinks all the homosexuality is the earth telling the human race that 8 billion people is too many so go stick your dick into shit-coated asses rather than make any more of them for fuck's sake -- and just look at dumb dumbs like Elon Doofus trying to fight mother nature on this and get everyone to breed some more for capitalism -- anyhow, Montréal actually posits Degrowth as good urban planning and policy -- and if homosexuality has anything to do with James Lovelock's Gaia hypothesis, famously transmuted by Will Wright -- Lovelock served as an advisor! -- into SimEarth -- well, kiddo, then you'd better put down the Pantheon of Gawds and roll around in everything twinkletoes you can possibly get your hands on because that is -- to do an involution of a mostly unrelated book by Iris Murdoch -- The Message From the Planet.

Also, I think homosexuality has something to do with those ants with wings and lesbians in the beehive but I haven't really looked into it. It's different in humans though because it's sort of more exclusive, but is it? Because I did have some hookups with the womens, and think of all the gay mating behaviours of the humans, how many ON THE SURFACE fuck the womens all the time, 'cluding Bruce.

Dragonflies are apparently really gay. I used to have a poem about dragonflies memorised in German, but I only remember some lines from it these days. I'm not sure I've read it in translation, though you'd think I'd have done so when learning the meaning.

Anyhow, this English version seems very unfamiliar... I don't remember the thing being called JOY at all, but this is the poem. Goethe is proof that all Germans are not as stupid as Nietzsche, and he came much earlier, which made all his prowesses, of which there are so very many, far more impressive. Goethe is a German I can still get behind even if so many of the others -- Hegel, Kant, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Heidegger, even Habermas... seem to be, well, not rubbish, but let's just say uh, not where I'm looking anymore... i'm not even looking to The Frankfurt School though I'd mostly approve of them and would look to them before the rest of that batch, in a spiritual sense, I do believe. Plus The Frankfurt School was something Camille Paglia just wanted to throw out of academia so she could write about having the hots for Diana Rigg from The Avengers instead... anyhow, she later acknowledged wanting to write about MOO - VIES as a mistake... I do respect the movie people, I just seem to really lack the patience to write about movies. I don't respect lack of patience, either, but I guess I'm just a book guy and a music guy before I'm a movie guy. Jesus Christ, a movie is gonna move at its own pace... a book moves at your own, and music is adjustable for the pace you want -- I so often choose a faster tempo even though reggae is my favourite genre.

Reggae tries to put the world onto the OFFBEATS -- a rhythmic, stead offbeat world -- and that seems to suit me well as a homo, not to mention as a force of whatever anti-Wonderbread anti-nuclear counterculture I might be.

Although damn, speaking of sleepy Habermas... do you find him sleepy too kids, or is that just me? I would imagine many do... anyhow, that stuff about Habermas on 'and thus is merely TOTALIZES, blah blah blah TOTALIZES IT and TOTALIZES IT'... that was kinda some intense stuff.

The poem:

Joy Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A Dragon-Fly with beauteous wing Is hov’ring o’er a silv’ry spring; I watch its motions with delight, Now dark its colours seem, now bright; Chameleon-like appear, now blue, Now red, and now of greenish hue. Would it would come still nearer me, That I its tints might better see It hovers, flutters, resting ne’er! But hush! it settles on the mead. I have it safe now, I declare! And when its form I closely view, ’Tis of a sad and dingy blue Such, Joy-Dissector, is thy case indeed.

#goethe #johann wolfgang von goethe #habermas #nietzsche #german philosophers #camille paglia #diana rig #the hots #mommie dearest #usa #america

[imafuckinprincesstoo]

It isnt looking for pity. Comfort. Still not trying to reason its existence. Im worried. Honestly.

Parallels what Beezle had felt too much. Certainly believes now that it could be nothing better. Thats for sure. But. It has.

Goddamnit. The way this brain works frustrates me. I can feel out the memories of how it changed for the better with Beezle but I cant define them. Even how its done things for her sake. Encouraged things for her sake. Even if those things were inherently unhealthy. Nobody but me has ever encouraged healthy means of coping or approaching situations anyways. My point being that the motivation was to help.

We really did make Beasty the enemy. Or they did. I didnt do anything. Im still the only one thatd rather see it live to change than die as something seen as nothing but a selfish leech. Sound familiar?

You cant just show something as miserable as this that theres worth to life only to turn around and say “not you. You dont get that.”. The only thing its had to feel better was through power. Pride. Feeling important somehow in some way. You think Beezle wasn’t like that? It was just easier to obtain with someone who loves you so much. But then she started to feel guilty for it. Dirty. Evil. Beasty never even got that. Its “someone who loved it so much” was ripped from it suddenly. Guilt came well after it had accepted that the fish was never real.

Sigh. Damnit. Youve complicated things. You meant well but youve complicated it. Youve scared it alright. I didnt help much in my anger fit... but I was so desperate. So desperate because you had tainted such a sacred symbol of hope through your words. Like the biggest one we had. The only one we had. Very first we developed. Pretty much solidified what I was. And that stewed doubt. I still dont know if those stars mean anything anymore. Youll never know that you were the one to weaken me. And Beasty only pounced on the opportunity.

Don’t expect to see much from it. You make it too nervous to want to even be mentioned around you right now. But we’ll be working on it. Nobody hates anyone here.

-Milo

[terracyte]

the shoulder pads look cool but don’t do much against the cold

#hi! #i have an art and i am back lurking on tumbgle #i dont think my little break affected too many people but thanks for being patient <3 #love yall #zuko #sokka #katara #atla #terra art #also dont mind me im gonna ramble just a tad here cause tags are cool like that hehe #to everyone who sent in nice messages thank you so so much it really means the world to me :')) #and even if you didnt i hope you know i appreciate you so much to! #im sorry for all the complaining pity posts a week ago dshgaj #i guess i was super out of it cause i normally dont really like to complain 'publicly' cause it doesnt really help anyone you know? #it just makes people uncomfortable and i go on a self pity trip #so instead ill spam cute posts and look at all the wonderful stuff my moots make <33 #which is much better than sad posting on main #so really if you ever see me being pity fishing or anything like that just give me a slap on the wrist #and also i just got to remind myself that objectively im not the best at anything. like my art or writing #and theres no need to dispute me on that! #everyone always has room to improve :) #and gues this super long goddamn ramble is just me sayin hey im back i am out of my head a little bit #and im gotta do my best to create stuff i enjoya nd hopefully you willl too!! #thank you all so much <33 #sorry for the wall of tags akdhja no one's gonna read this anyway so I'll be in the clear 😌