#sorry for all those random side details too

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The Royal Blood Pt. 2

Male Yandere Vampire x Gender Neutral Vampire Reader (CW: Dub-con, vampires, vampirism, blood, blood drinking, minor character death, general yandere behavior, marriage, oral sex, smut.) Word Count: 2.1k (Sorry if this is not as good as part one, I still tried to make it nice, I hope everyone enjoys. I know I kinda rushed writing it and it may not be my best work. Art of Ericke made by the ever amazing @reiyn02​) Part 1 can be found here: The Royal Blood Pt. 1  

  It had been months since Prince Ericke had turned you into a fellow vampire. You had been traumatized by your sudden transformation, dark cravings, and the death of Owen, who had been your only friend. You became more quiet and withdrawn at his loss.  You had tried to go without blood a couple different times but each time it turned you near feral and all Ericke had to do once you got to that point was hold a chalice of blood up to your lips and you instinctively swallowed down every drop, unable to prevent yourself from giving in. You hated being a monster.  And you desperately wanted to hate Ericke just as much, if not more, but as much as you tried you could not help but feel the torturous flutter of butterflies in your belly every time he held you. Any animosity towards him that you managed to muster just melted away with a simple touch of his hand.  Despite your amorous feelings for the prince, you would probably still have tried to escape again anyway, but he was smart. He knew you would not leave now that you were turned, you did not want to hurt anyone and you could not stand the thought of extracting a human’s blood yourself. So with him you would remain  Mercifully, he always got blood for you so you never had to feed from someone yourself, and instead of him getting it from random villages he now collected it from prisoners sentenced to die or those who were in there for life. Even if they somehow found out they were being fed upon, who would believe them?    He had also remained true to his promise, instead of his poorly and conflictingly treated servant he treated you like the most precious treasure owned by any member of the royal family. And, aside from when he was gathering blood, he kept you with him constantly. Meetings, meals, outings, everywhere he was you were surely by his side with your hand in his as he gently thumbed the brand mark that denoted you as belonging to him.  You were always quiet and subservient to whatever he wanted to do and went with him willingly. He was not too concerned with your reticence. The fact that you were so good and obedient and always at his side was enough for him at the moment, besides he could hear the way your heartbeat picked up when he held you, he knew you would liven up and love him openly eventually. Ericke also figured you would need some time to get used to being around other nobles and people of wealth and importance. And he was not wrong, it was very nerve wracking to be surrounded and judged by people who felt like you were as dirt on their shoes.  The party he held for the announcement of his engagement and to introduce you to the people of high society was a good example. There were so many people all muttering and staring in your direction during the entire event.  “Don’t worry babe, you’ll be fine, you’re better than any of them anyway.” You literally clung, much to your fiancé's delight, to Ericke’s arm the entire time as he whispered in your ear pointing out who was who and little details about them. It was a miserable time for you, you had to greet them all individually and you could practically feel the scorn they all had for you, particularly the ones who had had plans to court or be courted by your prince. As if you had even asked for it.  After you had been introduced to everyone and greeted them all individually you stayed only as long as was required by polite society standards before Ericke rushed the two of you out and back to his chambers. As much as Ericke had enjoyed you clinging to him for dear life because of your anxiety he knew it was time to go when your beautiful eyes threatened to cry.  “You did really great, baby doll.” He kissed you gently on the forehead and pulled you into his lap after he sat on the bed. You started sobbing but he held you close and wiped all your tears away.  “Shhh, you did fine, I don’t care what they think anyway. I know how wonderful you are.” He held you tighter. You did care about how they saw you though. So many people judging and hating you just for taking the handsome Prince Ericke Ashfall off the market and for being lowborn while doing it. Your super sensitive ears even picked up Lady Caroway, head of her house, making absolutely terrible comments about you, someone she had scarcely met.  But your dearly betrothed had heard those comments too. And Lady Caroway had gone mysteriously missing. You knew what had happened, the blood he served you that day was clearly identifiable as hers by the scent. You did not let on that you knew what he had done to defend your honor, but you were very cuddly and clingy that night. It was the first time you ever graced his cheek with a kiss.    Ericke could tell you knew though, he made a mental note to give you the blood of anyone you could hear insulting you in an overly cruel manor.  You probably should have been mortified that he had killed someone so casually just for being mean to you, but honestly you were more worried about why you appreciated it so much. Maybe it was just part of being a vampire. Or maybe it was partly due to drinking blood, it always seemed to make you a bit more clingy. Maybe it was just that after he had kept you captive and forced you into a life of vampirism your brain latched on to any shred of decency he showed you. Whatever the reason, defending you in such a way really made you start to appreciate him a lot more.  Ericke was pleased that you were less quiet and had started to open up to him more. It made planning the wedding a whole lot easier, he did not do a single thing without asking for your opinion or input, though he did have to deny you your request for a smaller ceremony. This was his chance to show the entire kingdom how much he loved his darling, his chance to cement once and for all in the jealous minds that envied you that it was you he valued above any of them.    And when the big day came no one could claim it was anything less than spectacular. The color scheme of course matched the royal family’s colors, purple and white. Even in your mounting anxiety you had to admit everything looked astonishingly beautiful.  A rug had been placed down the length of the grand hall, white with purple trim. It alone was surely worth more than the entire hovel that you used to live in.  The normal chandelier had been swapped out and now there was a new gleaming silver chandelier hanging from the roof, three ringed tiers of candles, two rings of candles were white and the center ones were purple. All the candles produced a brilliant violet light, casting the entire room in a surreal amethyst glow.  Banners that bore the royal crest, in the same colors as the rest of the décor, now hung from the walls.  Curtains that usually concealed the windows had been drawn back to reveal a lovely view of the full moon that adorned the clear night sky and of the black pond below that reflected the moonlight perfectly in its still waters. Two large tables on each side of the room were completely covered by food and drinks of all kinds imaginable for the reception.  It was all truly magical.  You trembled nervously but managed to collect yourself and focus on performing the bonding ceremony. You each took one side of a silver ribbon and tied it together before kissing one another deeply on the lips. This was the first time you had kissed him upon the lips. It felt exhilarating, amazing, and right.      The festivities after that lasted well into the night, but when they finally faded away Prince Ericke took you into his arms with that surprising strength of his and carried you all the way to your shared bed chamber.  He placed you delicately upon the bed, as if you were a fragile snowflake that would melt at the slightest touch. Ericke then locked the door and lit all the candles in the room before crawling above you. “Now for the real bonding baby doll.”  Before you could ask what he meant his mouth was at your neck, the familiar graze of his fangs ghosted your sensitive skin before he slowly sank into you and drank of your cursed blood. You moaned loudly and unexpectedly, this felt so much better than when he fed on you when you were a human.  You were a bit light headed when he finished drinking from you and lifted your head to his neck. You were not keen to bite someone, but you let your instincts take over as you followed his lead. Your top canines elongated into fangs and you carefully bit your new husband and suckled from his wound. He had to stifle a moan.  When you were done you were blushing and felt very warm. Almost dizzy. It was amazing. You didn’t know that when two vampires feed from one another it binds them together in a manner far more intimately than sex or a mere mortal marriage ever could. It was a connection that only two vampires in love could ever possibly share. It was worth being a vampire to experience this.  Even so you both still wanted to make love and you pulled him close and grinded your crotch against his as he kissed you, sliding his tongue into your mouth as you shared the flavors of your blood with one another.  He ended the kiss and began to disrobe before removing your clothing. He had seen you naked before, but you had never been more beautiful to him, laying there in a beam of moonlight, your blood and his smeared on your lips, eagerly waiting for him to enter you.  Ericke kissed and licked from your waist to your crotch, licking what he found there tenderly. He intended to take his time, he had waited for this moment with his darling for a long time and he wanted to savor it. His mouth work was a bit sloppy, he was the prince and not used to servicing someone in such a way, but what he lacked in experience he made up for with enthusiasm.  You stroked his hair as his mouth kept busy working on you before finally making you cum hard all over his face. He wiped his face and licked his fingers and your crotch clean.  “By the gods, (Y/N), that was even better than your blood.” Ericke took a bottle of oil and lubed the both of you up really well until he was sure he could slide in you easily, he tested your entrance with a couple of carefully placed fingers to stretch you out and ready it for him.  When he was certain he would not harm you he lined his cock up with your hole and slid into you with a sigh of contentment. Your insides were so warm. And all for him. The thought almost made him blow his load right then and there.  He slid his length back and forth at a steady rhythm inside you as his hands held your hips. A scarlet blush spread upon his pale flesh seeing your pleasure-drunk face and knowing he was the cause, he was the source of that joy and ecstasy you were feeling.  Your prince grabbed your hips and began to go a bit faster, careful not to go too fast and end things too soon, he wanted to ingrain the sight of you laying there beneath him for the first of many times into his brain until the day the world crumbled into dust. He leaned close and began sucking your neck where he bit you previously, not to suck your blood this time, just to mark you.  A second orgasm made your body quiver as he continued targeting your neck with his affections, after you came though he could only hold back his own climax a few more seconds before unloading his nuts deeply into you.  After a moment for both of you to catch your breath he went to start a bath for the both of you. He laughed to himself, reminded of the night he first brought you here, when he was afraid to admit his attraction to you, it all seemed so silly now since after he worked so hard to make you his in every possible way.  

#yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #yandere exo #yandere vampire #yandere male #male yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere husband #vampire husband #vampire boyfriend #My OCs #my OC Prince Ericke Ashfall

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desiderium

an eddie munson series

AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES.

summary: eddie’s odd, forgotten childhood friend seeks him out when he needs her more than he realizes.

pairing: bsf!mechanic!bartender!eddie x eccentric!bsf!fem!reader

word count: 6,118 words

content/warnings: eventual smut so MDNI, angst, fluff, swearing, loneliness, family issues, feeling unwanted, mentions of bullying, low self esteem, anxiety, mentions of inappropriate and abusive relationships from reader’s past (nothing detailed), mentions of relationships with an inappropriate age gap (adult men dating reader when she was still a teenager—nothing detailed), brief mentions of imprisonment, crying. i think that’s it!

a/n: sorry to say not all updates will be this quick 🫠 this is only ready now because i had already written a good chunk of it when i wrote part one. creds to whoever owns and posted those ^ photos! they’re not mine, i just made the collage!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

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“How’d it go?” Martha pulled herself up to get a better look at you, hands on the inner edge of the service desk.

She probably thought with how much time had passed, that things went well. That you spent time with Eddie while he worked, talking when he wasn’t too focused on something else. Maybe you went out to eat and caught up—surely that was why you were returning now when you had left to see him around late morning. It definitely wasn’t because you drove off after he snapped at you and didn’t even give you a chance to defend yourself. A prank? Why would it have been a prank?

It certainly hadn’t been so long because you couldn’t stand the idea of facing her with tears in your eyes and a waver to your voice. Surely, you hadn’t been crying and chastising yourself in your car in some random parking lot until you felt you could be seen in the outside world again. There was no way you were showing up now because when you were on your way to get more greasy food, your car sputtered to a halt because you’re an idiot who had the engine running the entire time you were in that parking lot.

She imagined your afternoon spent with Eddie—not a few strangers who helped you push your car to the nearest gas station (which was thankfully rather close, your only bout of luck thus far). You didn’t need to stop to cry a second time in one day (this time with the car off) just so you could get it out of your system before going into the market on your way back. And by that point it wasn’t even about Eddie. Okay, maybe a little bit, but mostly just because you were so overwhelmed by how everything was going wrong.

She was sure during all that time that you had successfully reunited with your long lost friend. But then as you trudged over, you pointed to your temple.

“Always better up here, right?” you murmured, voice tired and your eyes still somewhat raw.

“Oh, dear…,” she sighed, reaching to pat your hands that were now settled on the ledge where guests were greeted.

“I don’t… I don’t really want to talk about it…,” you admit, and she gives your hands a small squeeze. She can’t help but notice the scent of salt and grease—you definitely had a bag with cheeseburgers and fries waiting for you, probably settled on the floor beside your feet so you weren’t leaving oily stains on her countertop.

Maybe it was ridiculous to be so upset. Stupid emotions. Stupid, stupid emotions that you should be able to control by now. Maybe it was because you let yourself get caught up in your hopes more than you thought and now you were left not just disappointed, but humiliated too.

“Oh, I got you this,” you continue after what you hoped was a forgettable dab to the corner of your eye with the knuckle of your right thumb. You pull your purse to the side to grab a small brown paper bag—one that didn’t have stains collecting on the bottom. “They didn’t have tuna, but I know you said you like turkey better than ham so…”

“You don’t need to keep bringing me food,” she reassured you with a sweet smile, as if it didn’t make her day whenever you did. She wasn’t used to such a kind young girl being around—someone who thought to get her something to eat or listened to her stories with all the respect and attentiveness that makes a person feel like they matter.

“It’s rude to show up with food for myself and not for you,” you argued gently while offering her a weak, closed mouth smile.

“You still don’t have to, though… Why don’t you go lie down, hm?” Martha patted at your hands again before sinking back into her seat. “Rest up a little. I’m here if you need to talk.”

*

As you laid alone in your bed that night with your hair still partially damp after a shower—memories of your childhood flooded in. You hated feeling so utterly lonely and rejected. It only made you think of growing up which always made you feel worse. It reminded you of being all by yourself at ages where you really should’ve had your parents around, or at least a babysitter.

They hadn’t been ready to have a kid, not really. The couple had been all wrapped up in the romanticism and fantasy of starting a family, and didn’t listen when other parents shared stories to hint at the fact that it’s not that easy. You wondered if that’s when they started to hate you. When you cried all night when they wanted to sleep or go bar hopping with friends. When you’d spit up on them; or suddenly have a shift in your sleeping habits just when they thought they had a grasp on them; or when you constantly grew out of those clothes they swore they just bought. You were a waste of time and money. They looked forward to you growing up more than anything so they could leave you in the house and eventually kick you out of it.

Once you were old enough to make a sandwich or pour a bowl of cereal on your own, they abandoned you as much as possible. Sure, you could handle a peanut butter and jelly or a bowl of Cheerios—that didn’t mean you felt secure in the house all by yourself. At first you would leave all the lights on to give yourself some semblance of security, but then they yelled at you over an electric bill you didn’t understand. Then you’d have “accidents” just so they’d come home—whether that was slicing your finger while trying to cut your sandwich or because you fell or something else you thought of. You found comfort in them being around even if they were pissed at you for being the reason they had to come back early. Then they stopped coming home when you called them crying. Instead, they reassured you that you were old enough to clean your finger and put on a bandaid; or that the fall wasn’t that bad if you could get up and go to the phone in the kitchen. So that ended up being a lost cause.

The habit that stuck the longest was from that little magic 8 ball you got one birthday from an aunt you never saw. It actually listened to you and gave you the reassurance and guidance you needed. When you were scared of the dark, you’d whisper “Do monsters exist?” and it told you no. When you thought you heard someone in the house just because it was settling, you’d ask it if someone broke in and it helped ease your racing heart with the same reply. Besides Eddie, it was your only companion. That stupid hunk of plastic.

Hot tears that you assumed were all spent earlier today stream down from your eyes and into your hair as your train of thought turns to one memory in particular. That night you shook the child’s toy with all your might as you asked it if your parents loved you. This time the familiar phrase scratched into that floating blue triangle wasn’t so comforting.

It was a flash. A blurry replay from the back of your mind, but it still hit you hard. You wipe at your wet cheeks with the feverish haste of someone who was crying in front of a stranger. No one was in the room with you, but you still hated the way it felt. You should’ve never let any of those tears fall today—that’s what made them real. That’s what cemented how miserable you really were.

“Just look up at the sky and blink if you don’t want to.” Eddie had said as he sat next to you on the pavement.

He had been teaching you how to skate and you fell off of his board, leaving your knees and palms all scraped up and bloody. You wanted to cry, but you hated crying. It made you feel like a dumb kid. Mom and dad hate dumb, crybaby kids. You should be able to control your emotions better than this by now.

“If they don’t slip out then they’re not real. They never happened, I promise.” The boy lisped around the gap in his teeth. He had lost his last baby tooth earlier that week. He was all grown up, you guessed.

“But what about when I can’t keep them in?” You whimpered, unsure if you’d be able to blink them back the way he suggested. The boy toyed with a piece of gravel between his fingers and shrugged lazily.

“I dunno. Just wipe ‘em away, I guess. I don’t have any tissues, but you can use my sleeve if you wanna.”

He pulled his long sleeve down until it was over his hand and offered his covered fist to you.

You huffed out a broken laugh at the memory and pulled your own sleeve down to continue wiping at your face. God, you missed him. He was your first best friend, and honestly your last. You had never felt that close with anyone else, and sure it was dumb because you were only kids but it still meant a lot to you. He was who you went to when you didn’t want to stay in an empty house, and even though most parents would throw a fit over a girl and a boy having sleepovers—yours couldn’t care less. At least someone else was in charge of you, even if it was Eddie’s dad who they thought was shit for reasons you didn’t understand.

He was a kind of intimidating looking character and sometimes he insisted you two stay at the local park until he came to get you when he had some friends on their way over (which you realized the implications of later), but he was a nice dad. You were around so often that he’d call you “kiddo” and ruffle your hair the way he did with Eddie’s buzzed scalp—which was more grabbing the fuzzy top of his head and nudging him around playfully than really ruffling hair. He knew you didn’t like crust on your sandwiches. He knew you liked strawberry milk more than chocolate milk, which Eddie appreciated cause it meant more chocolate Yoo-hoo for him. His dad was relatively busy and a little intense, but you liked him and you liked staying over.

Even at 24, you missed blanket forts. You missed making up stories under all the blankets and sheets as you held flashlights under your faces. You missed “camping” in the backyard. You missed wrestling. You missed watching tv until the American flag was fluttering and the national anthem played until the screen faded to black. You missed the anticipation of trying to see who was faster at turning off the tv before the screen flipped to those streaks of color and let out that god awful noise. You took turns to see who could get the closest to right when it was about to switch but before that noise could sound. You had the best score before he left.

You smiled lightly now as you settled into the bed, face still warm from all your distress of the day. Despite Eddie being part of why you had been crying in the first place, you still turned to memories of him to calm yourself down. You thought about when you were sure he’d be your first kiss—a decision you had made unfortunately a few weeks before he left. This was the kind of childish memory that made you roll your eyes, but deep down it actually made life simpler and sweeter so you still cozied up to it whenever you remembered. Reminiscing about when those kinds of things were new and exciting—without the burden of knowing all the mess that eventually comes with endearment—soothed you.

At the time, you were steadily approaching adolescence and starting to pay attention to romance novels and tv programs. It made having a boy as your best friend suddenly feel different in your stupid little prepubescent brain. The same shit he always did started to make you go shy and blush, and he’d nudge you and call you a “fuckin’ dork”. He was still in his “girls are gross” phase whereas you were already forming crushes. You developed crushes just about every day by the time you were in fifth grade, but you liked your best friend the most.

It’s funny actually—or maybe just sad—but you still had a habit of constantly forming crushes. The thought of being desired by someone thrilled you, but that love for attention put you in shitty situations sometimes. No one even liked you until you were maturing in a way that felt so much sooner and so much faster than the other girls by grade 6. Maybe that should’ve been the tell that the sudden interest in you was hollow, but it made you feel special. You kinda liked knowing boys fixated on you even if they were mimicking lewd comments they overheard their older brothers say or wrote about you in the boy’s bathroom—no matter how much you hated yourself for secretly basking in all of the attention.

It wasn’t always dumb boys in middle school, though, even if it would’ve been nice for things to be that basic forever. Eventually it was guys who were too old for you when you were in your late teens. The types who’d say shit like “That’s what you gotta love about high school girls. You get older, and they stay the same age,” and made you feel like you were grown and capable—when it benefited them, of course.

The nights you regretted getting wrapped up in the excitement of an older man or someone you had never met before at a bar or someone who had a bad habit of punching holes into walls awfully close to where your head was against the plaster—you thought about Eddie. You wondered if he grew up to be as awful as all the other boys you knew. If he turned into a creep or if he was the same, sweet boy who—sure, would hold you down and pretend he was gonna spit on you—but had also been taught to hold the door open for you or gave you a flower on your birthday or held your hands when he taught you to skate, promising that he wouldn’t let you fall. Well, except for when you insisted you were ready to do it by yourself. Then he said “Okay, but if you fall on your ass then you don’t get to yell at me.” And you didn’t yell, but he gave you his sleeve if you needed to cry.

There were parents who disappointed. Extended family you rarely heard from. Friends that came and went. Boyfriends who broke your heart, but best friends were forever in your mind. Wasn’t that why you made those bracelets and spit into your palms before shaking on the decision that you were always going to be there for each other?

*

Eddie’s shift dragged along after that strange young woman showed up. He knew his reputation. He knew that he was the butt of most jokes. He knew he was the town freak even when he had finally graduated and was trying to be a responsible adult. There would always be a few who remained unrelenting in their efforts to make him miserable, or at least that’s how it felt. And it wasn’t like you were someone he recognized as guilty for his constant harassment, but it wouldn’t be the first time some local asshole’s cousin or friend came to visit and was put up to the task of making him feel liked just for it to be some cruel punchline. He was tired of the jokes and the pranks and the muttered comments as people watched his every move. He needed to stay one step ahead or he’d be dealing with it forever. Why else would you pull him away from the back just to talk to him? He didn’t even know you. The frustration burned at him through most of his shift, which he took out on all the exertion he had to put into fixing that crappy Ford Ranch Wagon. He prayed that he would finally sleep tonight, the thought of a hot shower and an old bed waiting for him steadily bringing his mood back up.

Eddie sighed happily when it was time to clock out, holding the door open for Linda on her way out so she could lock up for the two of them.

“Night, Lin,” he sighed with a small smile that spoke of apologies for his constant grouchiness, and parted from her to head to his van.

“Oh, wait!” she suddenly called out, making him raise his brows and twist on his heels. He watched her make her way over to him all while holding something out for him.

“This was left for you by that odd girl who came by.”

At the mention of you, he scowled a little—certain it was a continuation of some joke, until he felt the plastic beads strung together on some string.

“Uh… thanks.”

“She looked real upset. All teary-eyed. Did you break up with that poor girl?”

“What?” Eddie’s head snapped up to eye her incredulously. “I—No! I don’t even recognize her. I don’t think we’ve even met before.”

Lin eyed him suspiciously before letting out a small hum. Men, she thought, although Eddie had always been a good kid, in her opinion—no matter what others said.

“Really, I swear.”

“Okay, hon… well go get some rest, alright?”

He hoped the same for her, and walked back to his car once she was safe in her vehicle and driving off. Eddie clambered into his old van and carelessly punched the button that turned on the light above his head. The bracelet in his hand was small and crowded with an odd assortment of different shaped and colored beads except for seven of the nearly identical beads that were lined up in the center. At both ends there were knots in the thick string to keep the beads from slipping off and had tails left on either side so you could tie and untie the bracelet whenever. Not that you two ever did untie them. The only time you took yours off was when you went swimming at the community pool and were scared you were going to lose it—and that didn’t count. You both promised it didn’t count cause you were just avoiding disaster.

He held it up to get a better look and read the lettering on those seven beads.

C-R-I-T-T-E-R

Critter. Eddie’s brows furrowed together and confusion was only welcome for half a second—maybe even less—before a pang of familiarity punched him in the gut.

“You’re doing it wrong!”

“How can I be doing it wrong? Will you screw off?”

“Eddie, you have to make a pretty pattern of colors, not just random mish-mash. See?”

You held up the bracelet you were working on for him with a pattern of his favorite colors: red bead, blue bead, black bead, red bead… and so on. His was just whatever bead he grabbed that he thought looked cool since you had so many to choose from. There were bulky wooden ones; those tiny little rainbow ones your mom let you have when her long necklace full of them broke (she didn’t want to clean them up so she promised you could keep them if you did); sunburst ones; chunky square ones that had letters and numbers on them; tribeads that were half in and half out of that thin plastic Beadery bag in your collection; and those dumb pop beads that he couldn’t even put on the string but of course kept picking up by accident.

“Screw off,” He insisted a second time and you rolled your eyes before continuing with your craft.

For all the shit you gave him, you loved the bracelet. Once it was done and he gave it to you, it was officially the most beautiful piece of jewelry you owned. You had insisted you two trade the bracelets like you heard the other girls in your grade talk about. You had to make them for each other rather than make your own and you had to tie them around the other’s wrist while they closed their eyes and made a wish.

Some of the boys in school gave him shit for it, calling him names for wearing jewelry he got from the girl in the grade below them. He didn’t care though. After all, Eddie wasn’t one to change himself for the sake of fitting in and he loved his bracelet.

He laughed a bit in disbelief now as he looked down at the bracelet he made for you back in 1975. You remembered him? God, he hadn’t thought of you in forever. Not to be an ass, but because it got too painful.

Among all of the stress that night his dad was arrested, he had been so overwhelmed that he completely shutdown. He was quiet and his expression was numb as he answered questions and packed his things. He was apprehensive and apathetic when he was brought to his uncle he rarely saw, but he didn’t cry. And he never told anyone this, but he never cried until a random thought of not seeing his best friend anymore suddenly set him off while he was trying to sleep. That was what made him realize the reality of everything that occurred. He didn’t have his home anymore. He didn’t have his dad. He didn’t have anything other than a new guardian and a trailer with one bedroom that Wayne had to pull all of his stuff out of so Eddie could have it. And he didn’t have you.

He brought you up a few times, but eventually stopped when he realized how stressed Wayne got over the mention of a trip into Ohio. A trip that meant dipping into his funds—that were already starting to run spectacularly low now that he was responsible for an 11 year old—for the gas money and probably a fee at the state line. Likely a motel room too, if your parents didn’t let them stay at the house.

How did he not recognize you? The more he thought over your interaction, the more he recognized your eyes and the shape of your nose and the curve of your lips even if they were fuller now. Little things here and there that even as an adult made it easier to see the bits and pieces of how you used to look. Here he’s been sulking in all his misery and loneliness, and he had completely scared off the chance to have an old best friend back. And Linda said you had tears in your eyes?

Eddie groaned as he let his head sink forward and rest on the center of his steering wheel. He didn’t even care about the horn that permeated the still night around him as self deprecating thoughts swirled before finally letting up on the button. This groan wasn’t a useless cry to the sky over the state of his life like the others so far, but rather a display of anger at himself for being such a dick. And he couldn’t even fix it. He didn’t have your phone number. He didn’t know where you were staying, if you were even staying. Did you move here? Were you just driving through the state and thought to drop by? Maybe have lunch and catch up before leaving again?

Why did he always have to fuck everything up?

*

You spent a good portion of your weekend sulking until Martha dragged you out on Sunday. You had been eating all the food you brought with you alone in your room and only went outside when you craved your bad habit enough.

“This has to be a violation of a paying customer’s privacy…,” you groaned as you rolled over and shoved your face into your pillow to avoid the light coming in full force from the windows. Martha had unlocked your door and came in to throw the curtains open to pull you out of your post-humiliation funk.

“It’s a beautiful morning. We’re going on a walk to take it all in and I’m taking you to that diner I keep telling you about.”

“I could’ve been naked. What if you came charging in here and I was laying here naked? Neither of us would’ve recovered. And our friendship would be ruined.”

“Oh don’t be so childish,” Martha huffed, hands on her hips. For an older woman she sure could be spritely when she wanted to be—whipping around your room the way she had been and insisting on a journey into the outdoors.

“It’s too cold.”

“Not when we start moving. It’s not even Autumn yet.”

“Technically the first day of Fall has already passed,” you corrected, still face planting your pillow and raising your hand up as you made your point before dropping it back down.

“Well the cold hasn’t reached us yet. I think you’ll survive. Come on, dear, it’ll be good for you. Good for both of us. I’m always cooped up at that desk.”

You sigh, but stay in your bed with all your plans set on sulking until the end of time. Until you were a pile of dust she was vacuuming up so she could get the room ready for someone else. Maybe you were being a tad dramatic, but you still felt that way.

“You want me to wake you up the way Howard did with our daughter? When she wouldn’t get up for high school?”

Now groaning at the thought of that cup of ice cold water trick she told you about, you huff and you finally force yourself up.

Despite your initial refusal to get out of bed, you were glad that Martha made you. It really was a wonderful morning and the smell of fresh air and the sound of the occasional leaf crunching under your feet refreshed you. Even with how deeply you despised being lonely, you had a habit of isolating yourself when you were upset and it could be quite destructive at times when you didn’t have someone to pull you back out of it. She didn’t even force you to discuss Thursday, just kept up casual chit chat like always.

And even if that walk hadn’t been enough to begin lifting your spirits, the food at the diner certainly would’ve done the trick all on its own. It wasn’t the prettiest joint around, but the breakfast was phenomenal. You wondered if she picked up on the fact that food and eating with others was a part of your love language. Being introduced to such an amazing local restaurant that clearly meant a lot to her soothed your aches of rejection and mortification.

Both aspects of the morning Martha forced you to take part in actually helped to improve your mood. What happened still stung but it was less “end of the world” and a little more “bump in the road.” With the fresh air, breakfast food and Martha’s pep talks—you were thinking of your next couple of steps forward rather than all the doom and gloom. You’d attempt to quit all the fast food that only left you more sluggish, and start finding other things to pay attention to. You weren’t giving up on Eddie, but you had to focus on your other needs again. This meant getting out of bed. Eating something other than cheeseburgers and fries, promising Martha you’d get other food Monday.

Well, maybe not Monday. You may have caved again, but you swore the next day. So on that following Tuesday night, you were at the market to pick up some things for you and Martha. There was a small fridge and a cabinet in your room that you could keep things in, and you offered to pick up anything she needed while you were out.

Peanut butter for you, cans of soup for her—oh, actually soup sounded good. With your sudden craving, you grabbed a few more cans. Milk for both of you, as well as cereal. Microwave meals for you, sardines for her—

Oh gross, sardines?

—Could you even stay friends at this revelation? You supposed you could since she let you bother her even with your fast food she couldn’t stand. But this fact wasn’t going anywhere. You were going to give her your best, most dramatic yuck when you gave her her groceries and you would have to insist that she never eats them where you can smell them.

You moved on through the list, and pushed your cart that fought you every step of the way to the bread and baked goods aisle. Why did you always get the cart with the squeaky wheel? The one that stuck every now and then and dragged against the linoleum before finally returning to a squealing roll? Bad luck, you supposed.

Once you were in the aisle, you double checked what brand she requested before letting out a sigh. Of course they were the loaves that were neatly stacked on the top shelf. Notepad paper crushed between your hand and the shelf you were using for support, you stretched up onto your tiptoes as best as you could to grab for one. You could easily grab the pinched end of one and just tug, but you didn’t want to accidentally squish any of them or make any of the others go tumbling. You’re about to step on the bottom shelf when suddenly a hand much larger than yours littered with heavy rings was grabbing it either from you like a dick or for you like a gentleman.

“Still short, huh?” You heard the rough, tired voice say from beside you.

You settled back on your feet and glanced at the man holding out the loaf of bread for you. He was in those dirty coveralls again with the sleeves rolled up, clearly from when he had taken the time to clean his hands and forearms before leaving his shift. His hair was out of its ponytail now so you could see it in all of its chaotic glory. As you accepted his kindness for Martha’s sake, you did your best to tamper your reaction to him being here. Whether it was any excitement over him possibly trying to fix things; or if it was intrigue over how his hair got so long and the fact that he had tattoos now; or if it was irritation leftover from how he treated you last Thursday. Had you still been familiar with one another, and this had been a small spat between friends, you probably would’ve just punched his arm.

“What? Come to yell at me some more?” You mutter. Okay so trying to keep a neutral stance wasn’t going very well.

You hear him exhale a quick sigh at your words and the way you refused to look at him. You had one elbow leaning against your cart now while you put all your focus on toying with the piece of paper in your hands. Folding and unfolding, smoothing out creases, lining up the edges of the paper and fixing the previous fold so everything fits better.

“No,” he replied in a defeated tone, but you still weren’t looking at him. “‘N I’m sorry about that, okay? Just wasn’t expecting it, and it’s not like you’re 9 anymore.”

“So I’m guessing you recognize me now?”

“A little, yeah,” He tried to be playful, a small smile tugging on his features until you looked up at him with that sad expression and he was deflated again. “Joke. Bad joke, I- of course I recognize you, Critter.”

You failed in your attempt to not smile at the nickname you hadn’t heard in far too long, making Eddie straighten out his posture again at the sight of your lips curving up.

“You still don’t have a poker face. That right there?” He points at your smile, while his own pulled at his lips “That’s how I won all of your best candy bars on Halloween.”

“You never really kept them from me,” You countered, head tilting back to fully look up at him now and your smile a little more sure.

“Of course not. Cause I’m a sucker and you can get whatever you want with a pout,” He laughed and you grew bashful as your cheeks flushed, ducking your head back down to try and hide it.

“Here,” Eddie sighed after a beat, digging into his pocket and pulling out a bracelet to drop in your palm.

Figuring he was returning yours to you, you were confused when you didn’t see your usual mix of beads. Your brows stayed knit together until you recognized those red, blue and black beads and the nickname in the center. Your features softened as you held out your hand for him to drop it into.

L-O-O-G-I-E

“You kept it…?” you murmured as you stared at the plastic bracelet like it’s treasure, before looking up at him again while your fingers brushed over the beads.

“Obviously,” he replied bluntly, pointing at it.

“Completely tore my place apart to find it so I could prove it, too. Not that my place is the neatest to start with, but…,” he let out a light laugh, head tilting and lazy smile tugging at one side of his mouth. He still smiled the same.

You eyed him for a moment, then returned your focus to the old jewelry. You felt oddly reserved with him after his initial reaction to your appearance at his work, and all the time you spent apart. You never had to work up the courage to speak to him before, or think about what to say or how to say it.

“10.”

“…Hm?”

“I was 10 years old. You said I wasn’t exactly 9 anymore, but it was actually a few weeks out from my birthday when you had to leave.”

“I guess that’s true, huh?” Eddie sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Why were his arms so fit? And veiny? And why do you have to tilt your head back to see his face now? Ugh, you’re starting to feel like that young girl who read her first romance novel and was developing her first crushes.

“Yeah…,” you say simply, fearing you’ll make a fool of yourself if you try to say more.

“I’m sorry that all happened around your birthday.”

He was so sincere when he said it, but it made your eyes grow wide as you looked up at his face again.

“Oh god– no. No, no, no. Don’t apologize. That’s not how I meant that at all. You-- that wasn’t your fault. And it was worse for you than it was for me, for obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, with the convict dad and all. But it’s a real shame…,” he sighs with feigned disappointment. “Y’know… that you couldn’t kiss me on your birthday.”

That evil grin sunk his dimples into his cheeks and he sucked on his teeth while he clasped his hands behind his back. Your eyes might as well have been popping out of your skull at this point, your whole face heating up.

“I— you— how— oh, you dick!” you gasp at the revelation through all of your sputtering and punch his shoulder without even thinking, and certainly not noticing the elderly woman who huffed at your unladylike behavior before scuttling away. “You read my diary!”

“Yeah, well, you really should’ve gotten the kind that came with a lock.”

“So you don’t recognize me, but you remember a journal entry you shouldn’t have read? Great, that’s great, Eddie.”

You were turning around now, starting to push your cart towards the other end of the aisle. Roll. Squeak. Maybe it was time to head back to Ohio? Maybe you didn’t need such an obnoxious little shit back in your life. Drag. Roll. Squeak.

“I said I was sorry for not recognizing you,” he groaned and followed after you. “How much groveling am I gonna have to do?”

Oh, plenty. Plenty of groveling.

*

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More angsts!!! o(○｀ω´ ○)9

Ahem, apologies, that probably wasn’t the most proper of greetings to start with ∩(︶▽︶)∩ I hope your day has been going pleasantly~ It says your requests are open so I was hoping I can send one in.

Might I request some headcanons of a fem!MC with the Octavinelle trio and Leona (all separately)? In this case, the guy had been crushing on MC for the longest time (follows the main game storyline of Yuu from alternate world). For the sake of this headcanons, let’s say that she got into a terrible accident during the Diasomnia arc that led to her death. Her death shook many of her friends (think practically all the main characters in the game) but utterly devastated the guy. But one morning, he wakes up and find himself on the day of the entrance ceremony again. He thinks it was all a very weird dream since no one else “remembers”, but once he sees the familiar figure so awkwardly out of place at the entrance ceremony, all the memories and emotions comes flooding back.

Summary: Basically the guy gets a second chance. What will he do? Try to follow how things went in the past timeline? Or succumb to emotions and straight up attach himself to her side even though they’re “strangers” still?

Sorry if I requested too much characters… it didn’t specify how much on the rules page, but if it’s too much, please feel free to exclude the Octavinelle trio and just do Leona! :) And sorry also for how detailed this request is… my brain tends to go on a tangent-

Have a good day/night <3

character/s. azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech, leona kingscholar.

cw. minor mentions/implications of character death.

includes. gn reader, angst and fluff at the end.

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎;;

Azul is tempted so hard to just succumb to his emotions and approach you but the wise part of him held him back from doing so because if he did that, wouldn't you get weirded out by him? And it won't do well with his reputation.

So, he had to wait for the right time.

And so he waited for the time to strike.

He let you and those silly meddling baboons turn his contracts into ashes as he calmly waits for him to overblot

Once he did, he made sure to deliver less damage towards you, he doesn't like seeing bruises on your skin.

Azul would actually change the plot that it'll become unrecognizable.

Instead of you dying and suffering heavy injuries, it'll be someone that's unfortunate enough to make a contract with him a day before your demise.

He sacrificed the poor random unfortunate soul that was naive enough to accept his conditions (he actually tricked them into signing and he MIGHT have twisted his words just a liiiiitle bit.)

But it was okay! You're safe and sound after all! :D

Now, the future doesn't seem so dark and he doesn't dread it anymore because you're alive now and onto the next stage of the plan: wooing you!

𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇;;

Jade would try to follow the past timeline

Notice how I say ‘try’?

Yeah he's actually letting things go with the flow but he'll occasionally pop up out of nowhere and start a conversation with you.

He would greet you in the hallways with a smile that seems oddly terrifying

Jade's nightly routine consists of him laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling while thinking of how he could stop you from dying without sacrificing his frienship with you.

He often stays up late and he sometimes mindlessly mutters under his breath about his plans and Floyd has to throw a pillow at him and yell at jade to ‘just go to sleep already! It's 2 in the fucking morning!’ just to get him out of his trance and so he can finally rest

You start to notice the bags under his eyes becoming more noticeable even if jade already applied foundation just so it won't seem like something's bothering him

But! Those sleepless nights and staying up until god knows what hour is worth it once he sees you smiling at him with only a few injuries and chatting with him happily is enough payment for his efforts.

He's happy that you're alive and knowing that he didn't fuck up anything.

he'll visit you once you're well after going up against malleus overblot and he will bring a homemade mushroom soup made by him and spoon feed you himself <3

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇;;

He'll practically do both, it depends on his mood.

He'll let you experience Riddle's overblot and all that without him helping you because he knows that you'll be creeped out by him if he suddenly appears out of nowhere!

BUT after a few weeks since the riddle overblot incident happened, he'll follow riddle and pester him about you and ‘when is he gonna meet the oh so brave one that saved his gold fishy?’

Riddle who is fed up with Floyd's annoying actions finally decided to introduce you to him (Floyd practically planned how the introduction is gonna go)

Once you've met him properly he'll slowly start to appear more and more frequently around you.

He needs to make sure his shrimpy is ok and fine! Because if shrimpy isn't well... How is he gonna marry his shrimpy?

He practically becomes your guard dog and he's there when malleus practically started to overblot

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT FLOYD NEVER WHIPPED OUT HIS MAGIC PEN SO FASTT☠️

He actually decided to learn and memorize a lot of healing and protection spells just for this moment because he doesn't want to relive the scenario of seeing his shrimpy dying.

the eel man practically whipped out his magic pen and just started being your shield while you yell and shout at malleus about something that Floyd couldn't careless about- but he still listens and observes you and malleus's interaction. Just in case he ever needs to pick you up and run away with you in his arms :D

He really loves you shrimpy! So please don't go dying on him again, he'll be really sad and he isn't sure if there's gonna be another chance to save you ...

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑;;

Leona would be the type to follow how things went in the past timeline, even if he's itching to run up to you and just hug you tightly because witnessing you- dying in front of him was the most painful thing to watch... And what he hates about it is the fact that he can't do anything but to just watch you... disappear on a world that you didn't come from.

Leona was given the chance to save you from your death and he'll be damned if he won't protect you.

Leona would secretly observe you from the shadows with the excuse of “Don't be delusional. I sleep often at this spot, herbivore.” even though he doesn't really like napping in loud places.. which you're often found in because of your lousy friends

Leona will try to alter and change the fate that will bestow upon you.

Him overblotting would still happen and it's much more faster although even in his overblotted form; he is still trying to think of ways to save you

Leona's senses would heighten more whenever you're around him, his guard is always up

Everyday he wakes up, he is reminded of the fact that as each day passes by; your death day gets closer and closer and he's getting ready for that day.

He was given a chance to save you afterall and he won't just sit still and watch you lose your life in front of him, no. He'll protect you even if it costs him his life.

#i don't play the game but i do have it. it just takes a long time to load and im impatient so... sorry if these seems inaccurate😭 #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x yuu #twst x y/n #twst x you #floyd leech #twst floyd #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x y/n #floyd leech x yuu #floyd leech angst #twisted wonderland angst #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto x yuu #jade leech #jade leech x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x yuu #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twst angst #twisted wonderland scenarios #. . .works !

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Fondness

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Content: fluff, idiots in love, some?jealousy, confessions.

A/N: I figured I have been writing too much angst so..fun fact: Buckley is an actual dog that can be found in the TLOU games so there you go.

SIDE NOTE: IM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW DOGS CANT EAT GRAPES 😓😭 MY BAD

    “Can I ask you a question?” Joel was rubbing his neck, his eyes wandering the small diner that Jackson has managed to set up. “Spit it out already.” You answered, taking another bite of the pancakes on your plate. Joel covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes gauging you for a reaction that he himself didn’t know for what reason. He inhaled, forcing himself to blurt out the words before he just loses the courage to bring it up again. 

    “How do you know if you like someone?” You spluttered upon hearing his words. He instinctively pushed the latte you had ordered towards you. You glanced up at him as you took sips of your latte, wondering if Joel was serious. There was no hint of a smile or any form of humour that would have made his previous question seem like a joke. “Uh.. umm.” Your mind was blank, having absolutely zero answers. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “You’re the one who was married.” You pointed out to him. Joel let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding. “I just want an opinion.” You gave him a judgemental look, absent-mindedly cutting your pancakes into bite-sized portions. “Uh… I-” There were so many words but yet nothing seemed to make sense. It was embarrassing to admit that you practically had zero experiences when it comes to anything romantic. “I really don’t know what to say.” You admitted. “People tend to say things like you would just know. But I don’t think I ever experienced it.” You shrugged. How would you know something you never experienced, how would you meet someone and just think that they are a good fit for you? This concept never made sense to the logical part of you. 

   Joel’s shoulders deflated ever so slightly as he weighed your answer in his mind. A silence fell as Joel occupied himself with his thoughts while you focused on the food before you, giving yourself some time to ponder his question.  

   “I guess when you think of someone all the time. You search for them in crowds and subconsciously remember every detail about them.” You broke the silence. Joel looked at you, still mindlessly taking bites of your pancake. “Huh.” He merely grunted. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. It was one of your greatest complaints about him, Joel wasn’t one for words, preferring to answer with random sounds instead of actual words. When you first met him through patrol you had thought he hated you because of that. Thought that he didn’t want anything to do with you until you brought up the issue with Tommy who reassured you that his stoic brother has always been like this. 

   “You’re so boring, Joel.” You sighed exasperatedly when he answered another one of your remarks with a hum. Those words finally seemed to snap him out of his daze. He merely blinked at you, an ignorant look on his face. He let out a small “What?”, taken aback at your sudden comment. “It’s a conversation, Joel! You’re supposed to engage in it not reply to me with sounds. I thought you hated me when we first met because of that.” You admitted it was probably his first time hearing about this. If Tommy didn’t tell him first. He let out a chuckle, “I am not boring.” He defended, he knows you well enough to know when you truly mean your insults. “I can literally predict your responses.” You challenged. He raised his eyebrows, “O-“ “Ok.” You finished his word for him. It was your turn to look smug, you looked at him and how he slowly realised that he had just proven your point. 

   “I guess I am boring. Sorry for that.” Joel admitted with a guilty smile. “I’ll- I’ll try not to.” He promised. You merely shook your head at him. “What brought about the sudden question? You have someone in mind?” Joel smirked, “if I do?” You shrugged at him, “You can spill it. Or you can just keep it to yourself. I don’t really care.” 

   A lie. Of course you cared. 

   Joel drummed his fingers against the surface of the table. He contemplated ordering another cup of coffee but he doubted it would help his nerves. “Well I can’t stop thinking of her. I search for her in crowds. I leave my house at 10am everyday when I don’t have patrol hoping i would catch a glance of her when she passes by my porch when she takes her morning walks.” You let out a sigh, “Joel, you were once married. I haven’t even caught feelings for anyone since I was 16 and even I can tell just based of your words that you’re head over heels.” You cut him off, maybe deep down you didn’t want to hear it. Joel laughed, “Since you were 16? That’s decades ago. Even before the world turned to shit.” “I didn’t have a life ok? Everyone just seemed so childish.. and well I had better things to do then pursue a relationship.” You kicked him under the table. He simply chuckled, “You're right. Those boys didn’t deserve you anyways.” You turned your gaze away from him as you felt your cheeks heat up. Joel may be laughing, but your words made his body tense ever so slightly. Reading between the lines, what if it really meant that you didn’t have romantic feelings for anyone up till now? Then was he a fool for wanting to put this friendship on the line because he got greedy? 

   “So are you going to tell me who it is… or are we just going to move on.” You pursued but still gave him enough space to back out. Joel hummed, intertwining his hands as he casually cracked his knuckles and stretched. Trying his best to act as nonchalant as possible.

   “It’s-“

   “Joel!” Both your eyes turned to the person who had just interrupted the most crucial point of the conversation. “Oh, Esther. Hey.” Joel greeted while you nodded at her in acknowledgment. Her hands immediately fell into his shoulders casually. You shuffled in your seat uncomfortably, searching the crowd in the diner for a reason to slip away. 

  “Thanks for last night. It’s been a while since-“ It was childish but you had forced yourself to stop eavesdropping by forcing an annoying tune into your head. It wasn’t your place to know what happened between them last night. Although you felt idiotic for not catching on earlier. Esther always carried a torch for Joel, you had only realised when you overhead people gossiping about them. You just never expected Joel to reciprocate her feelings. 

   You cleared your throat, “Here take a seat. I was just leaving anyways.” You quickly stood up and gestured to the seat and left before anyone else could say anything. You had to get out, had to give yourself time to process the information as you maneuver your way through the morning crowd. 

   “Sorry, another time alright?” Joel quickly excused himself from the table. Not caring how bad it looked from an outsider’s perspective. Joel ran out of the diner, running his hands through his hair as his eyes searched for you. When Joel spotted you again, he heaved a sigh of relief. You were sitting by Buckley’s side while leaning against a tree. Buckley is Jackson’s supposed guard dog but being the friendly cheerful dog he is, he never seemed quite suitable for that job. So instead, Buckley roams the streets of Jackson, entertaining the children and accompanying most of the residents. In return, he gets treats and pats. 

      “I wasn’t supposed to feel that way.. I was supposed to be happy for him and tease him after.” You ranted softly to Buckley who was laying his head in your lap. Buckley merely whimpered in response as you continued to slowly massage the spot behind his ears. “You plannin’ on replacing me with Buckley?” The sound of Joel’s voice made your face turn red ever so slightly, wondering if he heard your sorry rant to Buckley. “Aren’t you-um... With Esther?” You questioned. “I’m with you.” Joel’s gaze punctured right through you. “Why did you leave?” His gaze softened, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. Buckley looked up at Joel, an exasperated look on his face. As though even he thought that Joel was an idiot. 

   “I just thought that you would rather..spend your time with her.” Joel scoffed. He stared at you his brown eyes carried a hint of disappointment at your response. He unfolded his arms from his chest. 

   “I don't know what I have to do for you to understand that…” Joel moved closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “I will choose you every time. It will always be you.” Your breath hitched in your throat. Joel and your relationship had always been complicated. Close friends were what you told most people, yet you turned up as his date on multiple occasions. You lived in the same house as him, in his spare room. The spare room he wanted to turn into his workshop but put off that idea because he hoped that you would continue staying with him. The both of you were practically partners in everything except when it comes to partners in a relationship. 

   Your eyes searched desperately for a hint of his emotions. Unsure if he meant what he’s saying to you in that specific way or was it just a passing comment. Joel sighed at your wandering eyes, he knew that you were trying to decipher if he meant it. He scratched the back of his neck, “Close friends?” He scoffed again at himself. 

   “I can never see you as just a friend because I see my future with you.” Joel cringed every so slightly at his own words. Did his words even make sense? Hell, he really should have taken the time to improve his literature if he knew he was going to pull some abstract philosophical sentence when he is confessing to you. You stared at him blankly, unsure of how to react despite knowing exactly how you felt for him. “I- I just mean- I want to be with you forever, I want to be with you till the end of time, till our hair turns white, and when I finally can laugh at your white hair as retribution for how you always tease me for mine.” Joel rambled, he knew he was. His heart lightened when he heard the sound of your chuckle at his last comment. 

    “I would like to too.” You admitted, a blush tinting your cheeks. 

    Joel doubted he had ever pulled someone into his arms in such record timing before. In a split second, before your mind could even comprehend it, his arms were on your hips and his lips were on yours.     It felt like the beginning of a new chapter. 

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    “Goddamn boy..” Tommy stood from a distance, watching everything unfold. His hands ruffled through the fur on Buckley’s head. Buckley had run into the stables that Tommy was in and dragged him here. Just in time for him to witness Joel finally making his move on you. “This really is some treasure you brought me.” He whistled, laughing a little as he rewarded Buckley with some oranges he had just picked up from the greenhouse.

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[lunarbreaksblog]

*Crashing noise* *Glass shatters* *Rolls into ask box* A TF WRITER WITH OPEN REQUESTS? IN THIS ECONOMY? Ahem. Can I get hc's for how tfp team prime would react to human reader who can shapeshift into like a dragon (let's say like a light or night fury from httyd as kinda reference) and has secretly been sneaking away from the base at night to go destroy decepticon bases/get into minor scuffles.

Like reader wants to help the team, has feelings for a bot, but hides their abilities out of fear what they'd all think, and also has kept their feelings a secret. They feel like the team kinda dislikes the humans, so they try to help in secret this way, until their random small injuries and constant sleepiness give them away to everyone (Also I have a fem reader in mind but if you prefer gn that's fine too! Sorry if this is too much specifics lol but i like to give details to be helpful :> )

TFP!Autobots x Dragon!Human!Reader

Note: Bumblebee x reader-ish

You are a mighty beast, you've lived for eons, seen kingdoms rise and fall. Now you've even seen other life not from your planet.

You take the appearance of human girl, one you knew once long ago. You even came to love the human girl but, she is long gone.

The robotic lifeforms notice you when you stand and watch them fight each other, you were intrigued by their weapons.it seemed like Dragon fire but more handable.

Soon, the Autobots took you in, the leader even made you want to fight for their side of their war. However, you couldn't help but notice the subtle way some of the robots would act around you and the others.

It made you angry to feel like you were underestimated.

Optimus prime

He knew something was up with you, had Ratchet do a scan on you when he first met you. The scan showed that you were human but some DNA of something was mixed with your own DNA.

When he sees new injuries littering your body with purple and yellow bruises as well as cuts. He immediately knows something is up.

When it comes clean that you've been destroying energon mines that the Decepticons had. It confuses him on how you do it until you reveal yourself.

Your dragon form towers from above his helm.

Everyone is freaked out until he steps in and asks that you don't put yourself in harm's way for the sake of his people and that he is proud of you for trying

Bumblebee

Is the one thats most freaked out but also so blown away. When you first 'transform', he wasn't expecting a scaly beast that towers over Optimus prime.

You did tell him your secret before, you trust him and he trust you. He'd just never imagined to see your other form. How your scales seem to reflect light, how mighty you looked and how beautiful you were.

Bulkhead

He won't admit it but he screamed a little since he was not expecting this on a Saturday night after you came back with more injuries.

He was concerned about you but now knew you could take care of yourself. You kinda scared him with those jagged teeth and spiked tail.

He loved you though, as a friend but respectfully you scared him

Arcee

Was ready to shoot you, she already went through the five stages of grief in a nanosecond as she aimed. Luckily the team took notice and stopped her before she could shoot.

She apologies for it but demands answers why you kept this form secret and that you cannot go hitting Decepticon bases all alone.

She scowled you like a mother

Ratchet

He knew you were different because of the scans, he just never thought this was it. That you were some so called mythic dragon from human stories.

He wants to laugh at but all that you see is him looking dead inside.

Accepts your form quite quickly, look he's seen things and will continue seeing weird things. This was quite tame

#imagine #x reader #transformers #tfp #transformers prime #transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #tfp optimus prime #tfp ratchet #arcee #bumblebee #bulkhead #optimus prime #ratchet #ratche x reader #arcee x reader #bumblebee x reader #bulkhead x reader

[pawified]

owner!blade x puppy!f!reader. nsfw — sfw , fluff ﾉ sleepy puppy!reader ﾉ blade being the sweetest evr ﾉ reader is very mean whn she is woken up ﾉ princess + baby + darling as petnames ﾉ ! !

it's the middle of the day, half past 3:30 pm and you still haven't woken up from your nap.

All this morning you kept drifting off to sleep at random. at the breakfast table , standing up brushing your teeth, doing house chores, the list goes on and on — Blade noticed how tired you looked, dark circles , puffy face along a frown all morning.

by your request, you asked blade if he could put you down for your nap now and although it's only 11:00 am, he said yes. As he was walking upstairs with you in his arms, you fell asleep immediately.

once he got you to the shared bedroom, he laid you down grabbing the covers and tucking you in, you whine "kiss too." a pout sticking to your lips. Blade does nothing but laugh, "how could i forget."

once he gives you, your much needed kisses, he heads back downstairs to watch tv. — Now that half of the day has gone by, blade has errands to run, which means waking you up.

Blade makes his way up the stairs and towards the bedroom. Once he is in, he sees nothing but a ball of blankets and a tiny hand sticking out. He makes his way around the bed, he sits next too your sleeping frame "darling, it's time to wake up now." he says softly as he is stroking your head.

You swat his hand away. "go away!" voice groggy from such a deep sleep. you snatch the covers back over your head and turn in the opposite direction.

Blade lets out a soft laugh, instead of listening to your request, he pokes your side "come on, sleepy head. time to wake up!" You say nothing, still trying too sleep.

He pokes you again, this time successfully managing to annoy you. jumping up from the bed, pressing both palms into the mattress with a frown that cause lines in your forehead, Blade taking notice "if you keep frowning like that, those lines will be permanent." with a smug look, flicking your forehead.

" WILL YOU QUIT IT!" you say, smacking his chest. He laughs, grabbing your hands. "okay, okay. i'm sorry sweet girl, but come on time to get up" He says so softly, staring at you with so much love.

Blade heart is full so full that he feels tears welling up into his eyes. He takes in every detail of you. your hair is messy , face still puffy , dried drool on the side of your mouth and little yawns escaping your mouth every once and a while. He thinks you're so beautiful.

you look at him with big doe eyes, your head is tiled to the side, "what's wrong rennie?" your voice is quiet, but you say it like your voice is dripped in honey, Blade feels like his heart has stopped.

it's moments like this where blade wishes time would stop, he wants nothing but time too stop and freeze both of you into sweet, loving moments like this.

"nothing, princess." His voice is warm and inviting, "I just love you so much."

#˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ #𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑘𝑎𝑖 — ♡ ᵎ #blade honkai #cryin i luv blade sm #blade x reader #owner!blade x puppy!reader #f!reader #blade x female reader #honkai star rail

[adobe-outdesign]

could you review some of the neopets as animals outfits, like the fennec kacheek, red panda vandagyre, and cockatiel pteri? (those are examples, choose whichever you like!) thank you <3

(Note: I included a random selection of outfits in this post, but feel free to send in asks if anyone wants to see a specific outfit I didn't cover.)

I'll be honest, I'm personally not super big on the "outfit that resembles a real-world animal" trend. First, I play Neopets for the cool fantasy creatures; even the most true-to-life Neopets species have some pretty fantastical colors. I feel like making pets just look exactly like actual animals kind of defeats the purpose of them being Neopets. I get why people would like it and I'm not saying it's bad; it's just not my thing.

Also, the other reason I'm not always big on these outfits is that a lot of Neopets have colours that already resemble real animal patterns. Not only do the outfits blur the colour/customization line quite a bit, but usually I like the colour ones much more, as they keep the actual design of the Neopets in place and just change the patterns and colors, rather than covering up the fun fantasy elements. This also helps them avoid the uncanny valley effect, which I talk about more below.

Also I might be over thinking this but who is making these outfits. None of these animals seem to exist in-universe as far as we're aware. what are the shopkeepers basing these off of. the colours at least have a magic as an excuse

Examples that I think are okay:

Feathery Pteri Outfit: This one's nice! I like the layered patterning on the wings and the high-contrast colors. Most, though, I like that this sticks fairly close to the actual pet, mostly just changing up the tail shape. This almost could've been a paintbrush colour, but then again what colour is up in the air.

(Side note: the eye clipping over the beak is a rendering issue? I think?)

Bouncing Zafara: This one definitely strays farther from the actual pet than the Pteri, but it's a fitting animal choice and it doesn't fall into the uncanny valley, which is all I care about. The body is still somewhat recognizable as a Zafara in terms of shape, and the Miamouse as the joey is super cute.

Freshwater Lenny: Kind of the same case as the Zafara; not super one-to-one with the actual pet, but it's still recognizable as a Lenny and isn't too uncanny. The legs are a particularly nice touch, actually changing the pose to look more heron-like (though they are also the part that strays dangerously into being too detailed).

Please don't:

Adorable Kacheek: Sorry to the fans of this one, but this outfit just resides deep within the uncanny valley to me—like it's a mascot suit instead of just a normal pet. The artstyle is way off from Neopets, looking much more Subeta-ish (except Subeta's art usually isn't so off putting). It's not a bad artstyle, mind you, it's just not very Neopets-ish. I also feel like a fennec fox was also a bad pick for this one, as it's basically unrecognizable as a Kacheek at all.

Feathered Eyrie: Speaking of the uncanny valley, this is another pet that lands squarely there due to having entirely too much detail in the shading and weirdly realistic fur textures. It also just doesn't look very good aesthetically—the beak doesn't fit the face, and the wings are an absolute trainwreck (not only is the perspective wrong, but the left wing is coming from the middle of its back!). On the plus side, you'd be hard pressed to not recognize this as an Eyrie, and it's a fantasy creature instead of a regular animal, so I guess that's something?

Furry Meerca: Hmm... no. This one also suffers from an overly-detailed artstyle and way too much realism, which is especially jarring when placed on top of the Meerca's heavily stylized body shape, resulting in a perfectly round animal with hyper-realistic animal eyes. It's also particularly bothersome because we already had a chipmunk Meerca design in the form of the striped Meerca colour, which is just this but less soul-haunting:

Which is what I meant at the beginning when I was talking about colours vs outfits. The colour is a Meerca that looks like a chipmunk; the outfit is a chipmunk that looks like a Meerca. Big difference.

#neopets #neotag #pteri #zafara #lenny #neopet reviews #long post

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 14 thoughts through 14.7 (there is too much for one post, I mean I could probably get four to five posts from 14.11 alone):

The team figures out Siberian's whole "is a projection" thing pretty quickly. Good for them.

I really want to know who ripped out page 325 for the "how horrible of a thing have I done that I don't want shared" check. I strongly lean Trickster but I'm not sure. I want more details on the Travelers and TiaV dammit!

Amy is having a bad day. Probably really a continuation of a bad few days. She probably didn't really need those fingers right?

Skitter criticizing Amy in her head for not being "creative" enough with her power is so on brand. Of course my daughter has already detailed out the complex ways she would use a power she doesn't even have. I love her.

I really wish the Undersiders/Travelers combo would stop splitting the fucking party. If they had just sent everyone after Siberian I bet the could have gotten the dude.

I do have have Skitter has gotten to a point where one of her "start of combat" actions is to just make a fuck ton of bug decoys. Almost without thought at this point.

Have I mentioned how much I love the "writing words in the air with bugs to communicate with people"? Cause I do. It makes sense. It would work. It lets her communicate long range. But it's also very silly to imagine. Very Silver Age in the best way.

Then it gets even better! Skitter makes a full blown animation to tell Amy that Siberian is trying to drop a building on her. Absolutely fucking perfection.

Tattletale maybe misjudged ever so slightly in what she revealed to Siberian. The combo of Siberian just flickering out of existence and everyone being like "oh fuck" was very good.

Amy trying to do her bullshit again and Tattletale having none of it, just destroying every argument before Amy even makes them until Amy agrees to come and help. More than makes up for any mistakes Tattletale made with Siberian.

The relay bugs are super neat.

Fucking high speed mutant dog/car chase. Absolutely fucking AMAZING. I loved every part of it. Ending with Sundancer just dropping a 50 foot wide sun on the road.

Tattletale trolling the shit out of Piggot and the heroes gives me life.

Also, Piggot's phone conversation with Tattletale was basically a villain monologue. For Piggot. Just all the shit about why she was doing it, why it was for the best, the coy little "sorry your teammates are gonna die, it's just an unfortunate side effect". All of it. This bitch is evil.

My daughter fucking tying up Crawler with spiderwebs. HOLY SHIT KID. God damn.

Very Mulan "Get off the roof, get off the roof, get off the roof" energy as they all run the fuck away from the bombing zone.

BUG HORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE!!!!

AMY MADE MY DAUGHTER A FLYING BUG HORSE I'M DYING!

TAYLOR CAN BE THE (BUG)HORSE GIRL SHE WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE!

It rescues her and she has to teach it how to fly and they form a bond and she saves it and it saves her and and and she gives it a NAME! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

She's only had Atlas for a day and a half but if anything happens to him I will burn the world to the ground. Then I'll find another world and burn it to the ground too.

Firebombs don't really do shit but destroy a chunk of the city, probably kill some civilians, and make the heroes lives pretty fucking hard as they have to rely on the randomness of Clockblocker's power.

Also weren't there supposed to be a bunch of Nazis also getting hit by the bombs? One of the only somewhat maybe kinda almost decent parts of the plan Piggot and they aren't even here!

Piggot's plan is terrible and evil is what I'm saying.

The only reason nearly every hero doesn't end up permanently trapped or whatever inside Cache's bag of holding is cause Skitter was there to keep him from being crushed by a car. Well, Skitter and her bug horse (BUG HORSE!)

Skitter got to shoot Mannequin in the back. Very satisfying even if it didn't do long term damage.

Sucks to be Cache. He's . . . probably fine? I mean at least he got everyone out as he was melting.

Really sucks to be Glory Girl. She is . . . uhhh . . . hmmm . . . not dead. I can at least say that.

I mean Skitter got her to Amy. And Amy did stop her from dying. So like . . . she's probably going to be fine. Yep. Juuuuuust fine.

(Look if Amy wasn't a bitch about giving Atlas a digestive system I might be willing to forgive a lot. My daughters (bug)horse comes first. But Amy didn't so I won't. At least Grue was able to help. He gets a lot of brownie points for that.)

Anyway, Victoria needed to take some time to heal the rest of the way so she left completely under her own free will. And it will never come up again.

Bombin' 2: Electric HOLY FUCK PIGGOT YOU REALLY ARE CRAZY Bombgaloo

Kill a few more civilians and maybe Crawler and Mannequin. Destroy more of the city (including the library!) in a way that will probably never be salvageable (I mean at least some of it is stopped in time for god knows how long). Jack, Bonesaw, and Siberian escape. And because of what was done Bonesaw is going to activate her bio-weapon.

Great job Piggot. Gold star. You fucking did it. You saved the city. You motherfucking idiot.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #The Slaughterhouse Nine #Taylor Hebert #Victoria Dallon #BUG HORSE #Atlas is the best #I love him forever #For real though I'm sure Amy is gonna go ahead and fix Vic right on up and set her brain right and then Vicky will be good as new #Won't need any therapy at all #Cause she'll be fine #It's not like Amy has already shown that she will justify literally any action she does as not her fault #So no reason to expect this to go any different then she says it's gonna #Thus Victoria is clearly fine. No further questions. It will never come up again I'm sure. #BUG HORSE!

[mncxbe]

Imagine Hirotsu x fem reader x Mori swf and nsfw what do you think of this relationship how would it work what fo you think. Let's say reader works for ADA

omg ok that's actually interesting. i didn't think of this combination before?? two dilfs i'm drooling.

I gotta start by saying that the only way I see this working is if Mori and Hirotsu actually share their time with you. like I don't see them in a relationship? I feel like the dynamic between them just doesn't allow it. BUT y'all got an arrangement set. with very clear boundaries because otherwise both of them would be kinda posessive over you. so for example you spend a week with Mori, one with Hirotsu why does this lowkey sound like shared custody help

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑sfw stuff

for Mori, he'd take you out on the fanciest dates and spoil you rotten. I don't see him being a big fan of cuddling but he does let you sit on his lap. you'd mostly meet during evenings when your schedules allow it. but because Mori is Mori I really think he'd be into this relationship mostly for the sex suff.

now Hirotsu he's a whole 'nother deal. he's the type of man who picks you up after work and brings you flowers, loves to listen to you talk about your day– what was good and bad, every little detail really. he also enjoys those late night talks and I see him discussing poetry with you (random hc but I spoke my truth). if you sleep over he makes you breakfast. he's also the one who checks up on you more often– just little texts or calls during the day to make sure you're alright

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑nsfw 𝒄𝒘: mentions of knife/ breath play and degradation

oh good lord. your sex life with Mori would be interesting to say the least. I strongly believe that he'd be more focused on his own pleasure than yours. for him sex is a sort of stress relief. I see him either heavily degrading or praising you– no way in between. Mori would be hyperaware of your reactions that's why I think he'd prefer positions where he can see your face. despite being a bit of a sadist he respects your boundaries: if you say you don't wanna do smth that thing is completely off the table. partially because he values your opinion and partially because he doesn't want you to leave him and run off with Hirotsu. I see Mori being into knife play and breath control play.

but Hirotsu... sweet man. he's a service dom who'd do anything to get you to cum. hear me out he sometimes smokes during sex (or after). he likes it when you're face down ass up for lack of better words cuz he doesn't really like looking you in the eyes. yes, he does have deep feelings for you but he's still not comfortable showing you his vulnerable side. plus he's in love with your plush hips and thighs– squeezing them oh so tightly when he feels your gummy walls clamping down on him. the aftercare would be absolutely amazing too. god forbid he ever calls you a bad name in bed tho or makes you uncomfortable in any way. sex with him is all about your pleasure and comfort♡

I really don't think they would mind the fact that you work for the ADA, it's just a small detail. neither of them would want to discuss work matters anyway. for them the time spent with you is too precious to be wasted discussing such trivial matters.

if the three of you ever go out together the atmosphere would be a bit tense? uncomfortable? silly? they've known each other for such a long time and interacting like they aren't boss and emplyee would be a bit strange for them.

that's all i had to say on this♡ not proofread so sorry for any mistakes ღwuah

#dilfs♡ #nonnie i like how you think #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #mori x reader #bsd mori #hirotsu x reader #bsd hirotsu #bsd headcanons

[thewritingofamadwoman]

Hot Buns

A random snippet into the lives of Annalise & Mark Sloan. Technically a part 2.5? Let me know what you think & thank you for reading 🤗

Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: allusions to smut but no actual smut, sickeningly sweet fluff

To anyone who didn’t know Mark Sloan or Annalise Grey-Sloan, life at Seattle Grace was the same as it had been for the past few months. The ex-couple decided to give their relationship a try once more, with Annalise having gone so far as forgiving Mark and allowing him to take her out on a few dates.

No one picked up on the innocent flirting between the two; the looks and giggles shared, the secret touches whenever they stood in the same vicinity. No one had ANY idea of their little rendezvous in the on call rooms. Or at least, that’s what Mark and Annalise thought.

“So are they going to eye fuck each other the entire time or are we going to actually learn something today?” Alex Karev grunted, standing off to the side as Mark and Annalise “discussed” the case they were working on together. Cristina and Meredith rolled their eyes at him.

“Well I for one think it’s great that they’re speaking again. Little Jolie deserves to have both of her parents happy,” Meredith shrugged, smiling to herself at the sound of her sister’s giggle at whatever the “plastics God” said to her.

“I agree with Mer. A less angry Annalise means more surgeries for me to scrub in on. So if McSteamy wants to McGet-It-On with her, I’m all for it. I’ll even buy her condoms if she wants,” Cristina said cheerfully, not noticing the power couple creeping up behind her. Annalise cleared her throat.

“Well thank you for that, Dr Yang. I’ll keep that in mind. Are we good to start rounds or would you prefer I gave you details on which condoms I prefer for your future reference?” The brunette asked, an eyebrow raised playfully at Cristina and her sister. Annalise didn’t care about what was said about her when it came from friends, and she loved to torment interns as much as she could. Cristina had enough sense to blush and look away while Alex snickered before Mark called out to him.

“Oi, Karev! Let’s get a move on, these patients won’t heal themselves!” He barked, making his way down the hall but not before winking at Annalise.

Anna smiled, and rolled her eyes playfully at the intern who immediately followed after Mark. Her smile lingered a little too long on his retreating form, and when she turned back to Meredith and Christina, she couldn’t escape their teasing smirks.

“Wipe those grins off your faces,” Annalise scoffed, walking around them and doing her best to ignore the heat trying to creep up her face.

“Well you two look close,” Meredith teased, her signature smile on her face. Christina snorted in agreement.

“Close is an understatement. Sloan’s one step away from sticking his tongue down her throat with every passing longing glance,” she said dramatically as they stopped outside the patient’s room. Anna genuinely laughed at that, resulting in the patient, Mark and Alex to look over at the three doctors who stood by the door.

“Sorry Mrs Sheffield, I’m Doctor Grey-Sloan. These are my interns, Doctor Grey and Doctor Yang. I’ll be assisting Doctor Sloan with your procedure. I’ll be in charge of making sure your heart doesn’t give out while Doctor Sloan works on the external repairs on your abdomen while removing that superficial tumor and patching you up as good as new. I promise you, you’re in great hands,” Annalise reassured the patient gently, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. The older woman smiled back kindly and looked between Annalise and Mark, the latter already standing off to the side and prepping a game plan with Karev.

“You said your name was Grey-Sloan? Any relation to the stud?” Mrs Sheffield nodded towards Mark unabashedly, her voice hushed. Anna’s smile widened.

“Mhmm, he’s my husband.”

“Oh you’re one lucky girl. If I were 30 years younger I’d be climbing him like a tree. Do you see the buns on him? Oh the way I’d like to give’em a quick squeeze,” Mrs Sheffield went on, her voice not as hushed as she thought. Annalise chucked and noticed the tips of Mark’s ears slowly turning a light shade of red.

“Alright Mrs Sheffield, let’s keep that heart rate down,” Annalise teased. “We’ll be back later to get you prepped for surgery. In the meantime, Grey, please make sure we have an OR booked and Yang, please get Mrs Sheffield ready with the pre-surgical team. Karev, please follow up with pathology one final time about Mrs Sheffield’s most recent blood tests so we can confirm we’re good to start on time. ”

Christina, Meredith and Alex nodded and stepped out of the room to get started on their tasks immediately. Before Anna could make it out the door however, she heard Mark yelp. She turned around and found Mark rubbing his backside as he scurried out of the room, Mrs Sheffield winking at her and smirking to herself while rubbing her hands together. “I’ve still got it!” She cheered, and Mark pulled a tittering Annalise out the door with him.

“That was not funny, I feel violated and objectified,” Mark whined, his grip gentle on Annalise’s elbow, pulling her with him down the hall and around the corner. Anna’s chuckles broke into a full on belly laugh at Mark’s flushed face. They stopped walking, and Anna used the wall behind her as support while she laughed.

“You should have seen your face!” She giggled. Mark, who was thoroughly embarrassed, found his gaze softening at the sight of his wife laughing wholeheartedly. And yes while it was at his expense, he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. He rolled his eyes, playfully annoyed, a smile playing on his lips as her own giggles were infectious.

“Are you done?” He asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at her.

Anna did her best to stop laughing, biting her lip and looking up at Mark with a somewhat innocent expression. Mark felt his heart flutter at the sight of her.

“I’m good, I’m good. God it’s been so long since I laughed like that,” she sighed, smiling brightly. Mark smiled back and shook his head.

“Yeah, and it took me being assaulted by an elderly woman squeezing my ass for you to laugh that hard. You’re welcome,” Mark sassed. Annalise quirked an eyebrow teasingly at him.

“You weren’t complaining when I was the one squeezing your ass in the on call room earlier…” she said, lowering her voice as she looked up at him coyly, daring him to play along.

Mark’s eyebrows shot up in surprise before he immediately collected himself and reacted accordingly, smirking while bringing his right arm up and above Anna, bracing it on the wall behind her. His other arm reached towards her, his hand engulfing her waist as he stepped closer to her, caging her between the wall and himself. What Mark didn’t do, however, was check to see if the coast was clear before speaking; his voice taking on a more deep and gravelly tone.

“Well, I am a gentleman. Who am I to deny my woman from grabbing my ass when she’s down on her knees for me with her mouth wrapped around my—“

“AH-DONT YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE MARK SLOAN,” an incredulous voice spoke up and both doctors jumped apart at the sound of Miranda Bailey.

“This is a god damn hospital, not a whore house, keep that kind of talk OUT of the halls! What is wrong with people today, talking nasty while I’m trying to my damn job,” Miranda muttered to herself as she continued her way down the hall, glaring at the couple.

Mark and Annalise took one look at each other and cracked up at the hilarity of it all.

“I can see why the interns call her the Nazi,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest again. Annalise nodded and continued to watch Doctor Bailey make her way down the hall, before she turned back to glare at them once more before she turned the corner.

Tag List:

@caseyandsloan @spookyboogyuniverse @xjasam4lifex @afckingswiftiebtch @itschelseacisneros @kkr102 @jackiehollanderr @jordycat-2018

#mark sloan x reader #mark sloan oneshot #mark sloan x oc #mark sloan fanfiction #mark sloan fanfic #mark sloan x fem!reader

[phlurrii]

I cannot sleep and I am curious about your take on this random conundrum I am faced with that I was wondering your take on because I love how you are able to depict dynamic movement and action in your art and animations.

So, I absolutely LOVE it when the typically cutesy being that is Mew is depicted as a feral godly beast and I am so utterly in love with Meau’s truly powerful design. An absolute apex predator. However, my brain is hung up on a frustrating detail. If they weren’t floating everywhere all the time how would they like… prowl? Or chase down something. They’ve got these nubby little arms and these looooong legs.

Like. I’m trying SO hard to imagine something that could anatomically work because as eery as floating can be there’s something satisfying about feeling in the weight of a creature through its gait. But all I can picture with their body shape is…hopping. Just a murderous psychic kangaroo cat god bounding towards something but like…It’s kind of silly? I’m sure irl that would probably be absolutely terrifying to see a kangaroo bouncing at you with malicious intent but… it’s hard to picture it as an intimidating movement.

The slow predatory prowl or the fast thumps of heavy clawed paws of something huge and large sharp teeth that quadrupeds have is so a satisfying in a heart racing way. I WANT a Mew or Mew-ish creature to be able to have that vibe while connected to the earth that but then I look at those LONG footers and nub paws and I…I’m left feeling like it’s not possible.

Even for Meau like…their arm to leg ratio…I don’t think it’s possible to run on all 4s. Naruto-run sure. Absolutely. All the mews and twos can Naruto run and kangaroo-hop with them leggies…but none of them move with the “tiger on the hunt in the forest” vibes. I want to make something close to that but I keep making something too permanently quadrupedal in anatomy.

Sorry for the tired brain rambling I just my brain won’t let me sleep because of it’s “How would Meau run down their prey on foot” thoughts sending me in a spiral.

You see- you see, I have the same. Exact, brain worms. Constantly.

When I made the Ancient mew, I wanted something feral, a physical threat. That happens to be psychically able to obliterate you as a side treat. In my earliest comics, I tried so hard to demonstrate she was a power house, so much so her mega evolution is entirely just… that. A massive, wall of steel. Meau tore those scientists limb from limb, literally, with her jaw. Even in mew form, she bitch slapped a nidoking with her tail and kangaroo kicked a persian. She could’ve just shadowballed them, sure, but I want that weight. That feral energy, that sense of an unstoppable force, meeting an immovable object, except it’s just one cat and they are about to flatten you.

As her design has clearly evolved, I’ve tried to make alterations that fit this feeling, that vibe of apex predator no matter the size. She’s larger then average because she’s a threat, she’s more muscular because she’s a threat, her tail is thicker, packed with said muscle because she’s a threat, her front paws are meaty and girthy because She’s. A. Threat. Her entire mega evolution is just amping up that primal energy of raw, unadulterated strength. That’s why I made it, it was my first freaking thought after I designed her XD

I was actually caught between animating a younger Meau acting like a mew or an current Meau acting like a threat. I went with younger Meau cuz we don’t see a lot of her and she’s about to come up with Noe’s arc. So if you sent me this lovely and viciously relatable brain dump 3 days ago, I probably would’ve swayed to animate feral meau XD

But, to answer your question, yes. She can absolutely hunt you down on all fours and disembowel you with her jaw, she is that untamed, wild concentration that kills with a sleek efficiency fellow gods fear. And! At the end of our current arc we’ll finally get that secondary typing reveal I’ve had planned since April XD

#ask #it felt #so #good to get an ask that brain dumps as hard as I do about this concept #you have no idea how liberating this was #I dropped everything and willed a doodle page into existence #tired of these thoughts just living in my head #let her be unhinged #puzzled zebra #meau #ancient mew #mew #pokemon #mew pokemon #the ancient mew #pokémon mew

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling an nd popular girl malicious and saying she should change her therapist in a group chat?

I'm also nd and I do feel guilty, but I'm also mad about this. All participants are over the age of 25 and qpoc.

Popular girl, generic posts gets 100+ likes within hours, known for being really vocal social justice warrior and entertaining clapbacks at enemies (usually anons). I followed because some of my friends follow, all of us like the big array of interests (including fandom) we get on our dashes from her rather than the following type of posts.

This girl has a habit of telling "stories" about her internet life, particularly, every time she got into a fight with some other accounts. It's sometimes one sided, it's often times over small things that either she exaggerates or she herself made worse by "clapbacking" or accusing others of commiting heinous crimes over like a badly phrased sentence or saying something subjective she personally dislikes. For example calling someone mentally disturbed and underdeveloped for reminding her of a basic fandom etiquette she deems childish or ridiculing someone for liking a common unproblematic fiction trope then then making multiple provocative posts meant to take a piss at them. The anons often would come back to her annoyed or to tell her off. That way a normal conversation becomes a fight and she becomes the victim of harassment.

Back to her "stories", basically she makes long posts detailing all these fights she got into over the years, publicly names and shames them, tracks url changes or remade accounts too, makes little remarks like "they shouldn't have started a beef with Me" or "I could have doxed them if I wanted to" and always ending with "I'm sorry I can't be normal anymore after what I went thru" referring to one or two times she did get cyberstalked and harassed by an obsessive anon who made multiple accounts to do this. She has her group of people who validate her and they all think they're more mature than those anons, most of her followers find the stories damn entertaining.

This is a common type of popular mean girls that I have grown desensitized to, so I'm not a real great person either for still following people like her for non-confrontational posts I recognize that and I'm trying to do better. Some time ago, after months of following her, I realized (with help) it wasn't good for my mental health to keep seeing her posts and putting her name on my blog at all was support I didn't want to give her. I blocked her and her freinds.

This week, one of my GCs got newcomers and were asking for informative good blogs to follow, a couple members suggested her blog so I warned against her. Told them she was not a nice presence, she might find some small thing to hate about them and make a mountain of hate out of it, suggested other blogs etc. Those two fans of her got annoyed, told me to not influence others' actions, she was just a hurt woman who supported many causes she wasn't different from most twitter girlies etc. They're not friends with her but knowing her and her followers I might get featured on her storytime one day /s.

The text is all about her but the situation is between me and the gc newcomers so that's why I think I was an asshole for influencing their decision and badmouthing a random person who irritates me to some strangers?

I have my own therapist btw, plenty of trees to touch too, don't worry about that.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[bliss-is-in-blood]

Random (cute) thought on Hannibal and Mischa

The Lecter's Manor/Castle is still around and since Chiyoh is off and is not protecting the properties anymore (I do believe she sent the curious away and the few that wanted to make some urban exploration, off while she stayed). I'm sure some people went looking around.

Especially after Hannibal case resonates worldwide since he's one of the biggest and most impressive Seral killer of the century, whose finally been caugh, it's sure some are going to go looking around the Manor/Castle for fun and investigation.

You probably find video on youtube of people exploring, Lituanian autorities actually have to regulate that but surely some pass in the cracks of the net.

And what if Hannibal familly had a camera and films. That some of those trespassers would ultimatly find and post on the net too. Some would be very damaged but some other are in better condition.

One of the video is filmed by Hannibal's mother who hide at a corner, or at half the stair, it shows Hannibal and Mischa about a year before the tragedy, playing on the floor. Hannibal is literally lying down on the carpet, a book discarded at his side and a very expensive painting between them.

Hannibal took the painting from the wall to show it to her more closely, so she can see the details more clearly, because she was interested by it. He explains some stuff to her and she listen attentively, asking question, engaging with her brother. She has chalk on her hands from studying math on those small blackboard slate / or was drawing some stuff on it, and she's actively putting chalk print on the painting. And it goes on for a while until their mother interrupt their little moment with "Shouldn't you two be studying?" she says it with a laugh. But Hannibal immediatly look up, and with the quality of the video you can't really tell if he's worried, surprised or upset to have been interrupted but he gets up quickly and trot away calling Mischa to get up and follow, which she does without question and follow her brother. Their mother follow them right to the main door where you see Hannibal helping Mischa with her coat and scarf and gloves and Mischa laugh as if she don't understand they could be in trouble. Then they disapears outside, and it's so bright and exposed you don't see much but you guess it's snowy outside. last thing you hear is the mother telling them to get back before dinner.

Another one is just Hannibal and Mischa building a snowman outside and messing around.

Another one, this one it's Hannibal who hold the camera while he and Mischa tries to bake a cake, there's flour everywhere and while trying to hold the camera and mix eggs and flour and sugar the bowl rip away from his grip and fall and Mischa is laughing her ass off in the background, the camera turns to her her fingers covered in blueberries juice she's not sorry to not have been of any help.

Another one is in a more stern setting where Hannibal plays at the piano, he's very focused and it's clear he is observed by a small crowd. Mischa comes around and sit at his side and mess up with some piano keys. He shoo her away and other people are calling for her to stop bothering her brother but when she start to cry and their parent tries to bring her somewhere else, Hannibal call for her to sit back at his side on the bench, which she does, escaping the adults grasp. Hannibal show her a few keys to play, and when she get it correctly start resuming his own play, everytime he can free a hand in the music sheet he show her something else, it's all simple but it goes well with what he is playing.

There is a compilation too, it always start with Hannibal coming home, he's passing the door and you have a young girl screaming and crashing into her brother sometime violently enough Hannibal stumble, but Mischa always ignore the other people around even if it's her parents and welcome her brother first. Sometime he pick her up, always when she a bit less energetic or in a mood. She often tell him she missed him even if Hannibal was away for less than a hour (or so he says) or she ask him what he brough her and those time you see Hannibal pull out a feather or a rock or candy or whatever, and Mischa is always delighted.

You have another one that start at the high of an argument where Mischa is screaming, evidently upset saying "I don't like you, you're not by brother anymore !" and slapping the door of her room. Hannibal calmly return to his own room after looking at the camera with a bit of disdain or indifference. it keep rolling for around ten minutes, nothing happens, until Mischa gets out of her room and goes to knock on Hannibal's room. The door open.

"Can you play with me."

"I'm not your brother anymore, I'm not playing if I'm not your brother anymore." Mischa is clearly upset/frustrated by his comments

"That's not true you're my brother, you're always my brother stop lying !"

"If that's the case then what game do you want to play ?"

"The monster" She says happilly.

"The monster? then you better be ready because it's comming."

and a few seconds later you have Mischa running, happily screaming and laughing while Hannibal run behind her making noise and making sure not to be too fast so she can flee while he pretend he's going to catch her. as if the argument that happenned ten minutes earlier didn't happen.

All those video (and some more) are very cute and now everyone is wondering if they should warn Hannibal those video exist, that they exist for everyone to see, wondering if they should show them to him.

Bedelia tell them they should keep it secret, because even her doesn't have a clue how Hannibal could react to them. She know Hannibal lost the memory of his sister face during his trauma, it's locked away with it and recovering the memory of her face might unlock things nor Hannibal nor anyone dealing with Hannibal would be able to deal with. It's also a bit of a punition, because it might be the only way Hannibal could recover the full memory of her.

Now imagine post-fall, Will inform Hannibal of the existence of those video and when he is ready he can look at them. And he does, feeling safe even if he break down because Will is there to understand him and actually support him and help him deal with some door Hannibal hasn't dared to open, ever.

#HANNIBAL #NBC HANNIBAL #HANNIGRAM #MURDER HUSBANDS #WILL GRAHAM #MISCHA LECTER #HANNIBAL LECTER #sorry if this is a bit cheesy but my brain have been entertaining the idea h24 for two weeks at least #it was requiered to be put out in the world

[marshmalleaux-queen]

It kinda sucks that you get a whole dorm room in Scarlet/Violet, and you don't even get to do the one cool thing every student would do with their dorm room - personalize it!!

So I spent an absurdly long time painstakingly editing someone's character out of a screenshot of the empty room, until it looked pretty much seamless...and then proceeded to just scribble over it anyway dkjfg. This is just a concept of what my trainer Sierra would have in her room. It would take way too long to clean it up, so it's just gonna look sketchy for now -u- But I really like what I did with it!

details/descriptions under the cut!

On the bed: Two lavender pillows, two throw blankets, a shiny Minior plush, and a shiny Torchic plush. If you were to interact with the bed, the text would say "There are a few small red and green feathers on the bed..." Sierra's Hawlucha sometimes takes naps there with her kdjfg.

On the left wall: A Froslass poster, inspired by a drawing I once received as a gift.

On the center wall: A map of Paldea with lots of sticky notes, photos, and articles, all connected by strings. Here she keeps track of things related to her search for new Mega Stones (specifically one for Bisharp).

On the right wall: A whiteboard with random notes and doodles. The one of Sierra and her Bisharp is the most prominent

On the shelf: Four frames of Gym Badges she's earned (Sinnoh, Hoenn, Kalos, Galar) - Galar's are tucked away in the corner, as she's a bit ashamed of the experience (she quit before fighting the E4 in Galar, due to the pressure/anxiety of her biggest matches being televised) (also I cheated and copy/pasted transparent PNGs of those badges sorry dkjfg). On the right side are several binders, all containing her research on Mega Evolution.

On the desk: (from left to right) A Litwick lamp, with the charm from her Team Magma uniform resting against it; her work laptop that she uses to file reports and contact her boss, as well as some scattered papers; a plain bright desk lamp; a microscope and more loose papers; several Mega Stones (Cameruptite, Garchompite, Medichamite, Altarianite) and crystal samples she recovered from her trips to Area Zero.

#game freak let us do cool shit with our rooms that we only go in for story purposes challenge (impossible) #my art #...sort of dkjfg #pokemon #scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #screenshot edit

[tan1shere]

Could you write a Young Miko story where she notices the reader is being distant. And when she asks it’s because of hate she’s receiving online and she’s not used to it. Like Miko comforting the reader maybe? So cute to think about.

My Angel

Young Miko x female reader !

A/n: Your wish is my command my love ! I especially find this fitting right now, so I hope this helps whoever reads it when you're facing hurtful people <3

Warnings: none, comfort only !!! Buttt maybe a bit of hate and language ? Small breakdown ?

Masterlist

It rang through your brain constantly. You couldn't get rid of those same words. Over. And over. Miko had noticed this change in you, she didn't know what was exactly going on but today she decided to get it out of you. You were drifting from her, it hurt her as she missed you. You knew the 'perks' of being with someone in the public eye, it wasn't as easy as you had thought. You were so confident that any hate you got you'd be able to handle it, ignore it even. Boy were you wrong. It kept on going, nonstop of how you didn't deserve her, how they'd be better. That, you could handle. You knew miko chose you for a reason. She wouldn't be here if she didn't want to be. But it started getting more brutal. Little details you even hated about yourself, they'd mention it.

Then it got to the worst of the worst kind of hate. The 'kill yourself' and so on. It was getting to you near the end. You couldn't handle it anymore.

As you sat watching TV, you couldn't stop thinking about this one message you got. "Miko is just sorry for you, she doesn't love you, I mean look at yourself. You don't belong here or even in this world at that point. Go kill yourself." It played in your mind all day, a little voice chanting it. You couldn't let the last part consume you, but you were beginning to let it just happen. We're they truly right? It was tricking your brain into thinking it was. All the voices, all the messages. You couldn't think properly. You get a tap on your shoulder, it was Miko. She was finally home. You look at her, a bit startled but your expression changed back to its gloomy self.

Although you didn't look sad per say, your demeanor was cold, off-putting. "What's up with you lately?" She just asks at random. You furrow your brows, keeping looking at her. "What do you mean?" Fiddling with your fingers, you kept looking at her. But you couldn't bare it. "You've been so distant, have I done something?" She wonders, sitting beside you. You just shake your head. "So is there something?" Now you look to the side, such a stupid give away but you could feel tears pooling and you didn't want to look stupid. She gently grabs your face, and you curse because when she does a warm liquid comes down your face.

There was no stopping them, they had been bottled up inside for far too long. "Shhh, talk to me." She brings you close rubbing your hair. "Please? Im really worried." She continues speaking, doing her same actions. You couldn't form words, you sob and sob. But her sweet heart understands completely, she takes her time with you. Knowing that whatever it was wasn't easy. Gentle touches on your hair and your cheek as you rest your head on her should. Your crying had subsidied thankfully. Your eyes stung so you just closed them. "Want to tell me what's up mama?" Her tone was soft, and comforting. "I've, been getting quite a lot of messages.." You spoke quietly, feeling your throat hurt also. Having let so much emotion out you were just genuinely tired. "What messages love?" A sigh escapes your lips. You grab your phone to just show her as it'd be easier.

She reads everything, comments, dms, posts. It hurt her, not only were they being cruel to the woman she loved, but her own fans. "It's so hurtful." Your quiet voice speaks up. "I know, I know.." She sighs now. "You don't deserve any of this, you've hardly been in anything anyway, this is so disgusting." You hated the fact she was still reading the stuff, you could see how upset she was about the whole situation. You grab your phone gently, setting it aside. "I didn't want to worry or upset you-" She shakes her head. "I'm glad you told me. Although I wish you would've done it a bit sooner, I'm glad I know now." You nod. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you til now." She kisses your forehead. "I chose you for a reason, none of these hating loosers." You smile as she speaks a small laugh coming out of you. "There she is." Shes the one smiling now, you blush at her words. "Keep that, it suits you." She refers to your smile. "Oh Miko. How'd I get so lucky." You put your head back onto her shoulder.

"How did I get so lucky with you." She rubs your arm, as a comfortable silence approaches. "Don't listen to them from now on yeah? And if there's anymore, please tell me. Its no good keeping it to yourself like that." You nod and smile at her. "I'm glad you chose me." "I'm glad I chose you too my angel."

#young miko x reader #young miko #young miko fluff

[anadiluna]

Your Waves...

Warnings: pure fluff, kinda cringe idk

I don't even know how to use tumblr properly or how to post here so I'm sorry, but I'm planning to post regularly for Bada🫡

Yes, I also post on wattpad and I'm lazy as hell.

Luna was too tired to keep a conversation with her fellow members and dancers or to simply sit up straight, she laid down on the floor of the practice room during the break, the collective sound of people gasping with exhaustion mixed with some random laughs here and there sounded almost melodic to her, the feeling of working exhaustively with so many people who had the same passion filled her heart with emotions that she couldn't name it, sharing that moment, with all of that people was one of the reasons why she loved being an artist, seeing so many people work hard towards a project that her and her beloved members worked so hard from scratch made her feel appreciated and respected, specially when her favorite person in the world, Bada, was one of those people who were working so hard to make justice to their hard work creating and directing a mesmerizing performance to their comeback.

Her chest went up and down with fatigue, it was hot and the lights were right on her face but she didn't care, she closed her eyes and took the time to feel the moment, a little smile rested on her lips, a comforting feeling took her entirely, at that moment she felt like life was worth it.

Then a shadow blocked the lights above her head and when she opened her eyes she was greteed with the most beautiful scene, Bada stood tall over her laying figure, her black and blonde strands of hair illuminated by the lights, the sweet smile on her face got wider by each second showing off her dimples and cute eye smile, to Haerin, Bada was the most mesmerezing live portrait displayed in slow motion, while absorbing each and every detail of Bada's face, the warmth that was just comforting her soul exploded like fireworks in her heart and she couldn't hold back the most sincere giggle she ever let out in her life.

"Are you okay?", Bada asked following Haerin's giggle, she didn't understand why the girl looked so happy all of sudden, but when Luna smiled so happily like that she couldn't help herself, she felt every inch of her body being filled with so much love that she completely forgot where she was and just stood there, admiring her.

Haerin nodded positively, smiling fondly.

Bada thought Haerin looked beautifully lost in her own little world, as she admired her smile and the way little wrinkles formed on the side of her eyes as her smile got bigger, with her hair all messy and all giggly like that she looked like the happiest girl in the world, and that's exactly how Bada wanted Haerin to always feel.

"Teacher, can you help us with the formations?", one of the dancers of the foreign crew interrupted the moment, Bada should feel ashamed for being caught completely lost in her co-worker's eyes, but instead she felt frustared as she had to go back to work. Bada and Haerin had been working together for years now, and the giggles and butterflies seemed to never leave them, everytime Bada looked at Haerin she had to repress the urge to hold the shorter girl close to her heart and never let go of her.

When Bada went back to work Haerin rolled her body to face the wall so no one could see how whipped she was by Bada's smile. Her hands closed in a fist on her chest like she was trying to physically control the turmoil of feelings inside her heart, her cheeks burned with the thought of someone catching her smiling like that, anyone that saw that would be sure she's completely in love with her best friend.

Her eyes met with Jimin's, her friend smirked to her in the cutest teasing way, he didn't said anything, only noded his head, showing he saw everything. Her cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red, she covered her face and sat in front of him, still against the mirror wall so the dancers and Bada couldn't see her face, It was not on her plans to tell him about her feelings, but she was so happy that she just accepted she couldn't do or say anything to change his mind as he just caught her whipping.

"She's so-", she slightly pulled her own hair, joking as if she was going crazy because of her feelings, she couldn't properly say how pretty she thought Bada was or how she felt about her, she preferred to joke around the matter so she wouldn't feel so embarrassed.

Jimin covered his face with his tiny hands and laughed at Haerin's way of confessing her love, he never thought she would stop denying or admit she was in love with her best friend after all those years, specially like that, pulling her own hair and mumbling words in embarassment, he found it cute and was impressed by how open she was being about it, he realized once more that Bada changed her for the better.

"Okay guys, that's enough rest! Let's go back now! Last section and we can all go home.", Bada stated in her loud teacher voice while walking to the center of the practice room as everyone followed her.

"She's attractive isn't she?", one of the male backup dancers whispered to his friend while checking Bada as if she was a piece of meat, his friend smiled doing the same. "She's beautiful, but calm down man, you're not the only one looking at her, even the girls can't stop talking about her. Can you believe Emma is planning to ask for her number?".

Haerin couldn't be more offended, she silently gasped and looked at Namjoon, asking with her eyes if she heard it right. Her leader laughed and whispered in korean "What? You're the only one who can talk to her?".

She frowned and turned back to Bada who was explaining something about how the performance was going to be on stage and other things she couldn't really pay attention because of the jealousy that consumed her entirely, and without even realizing an annoyed expression rested on her face for the rest of the practice.

Haerin made sure to scan each and every dancer of the foreign crew, trying her best to discover who Emma was. She couldn't blame the dancers for liking Bada, they must've gone crazy when they realized she has a bright and bubbly personality besides the serious dance director persona during the work hours, but even so, why do they have to act like that? They would all go to back to America soon so why would they want her number? Haerin knew she was overreacting, but she couldn't help herself, just the thought of Bada going out with someone killed her.

Thankfully the dancers left not too long after the practice ended, Haerin made sure to keep Bada busy since the second the music stopped, asking inumerous questions about the performance so no one would have time to talk to her. Namjoon, who realized why Haerin was so talktive, convinced the other members to leave earlier.

{♡}

Bada touched my chin with the tip of her fingers, making me look up at her. "Something wrong?", she mumbled mirroring my pout, exchanging glances between my lips and my eyes.

"U-um.", I nodded negatively, even though I was quite upset I wouldn't bother her with something so irrelevant, also, I wasn't right on the first place.

"Then why are you pouting?", she moved her soft and long fingers from my chin, now caressing my cheekbones with her thumbs.

"Your expression was different some minutes ago. Is there something or someone bothering you, hm?", she asked lowering her head to make sure I locked eyes with her, making our faces come so close that I could feel her breath on my lips.

I chuckled softly, the way she would always make sure no dancer was bothering me, touching me weirdly and just making me uncomfortable in general made me feel safe, made me feel like I was hers.

"It's nothing. I'm just tired.", I gave her a reassuring smile but her arched eyebrows clearly show me she didn't believe me.

"It's nothing, really. I just wanna rest.", I gripped the fabric of her shirt on the back of her waist and hid my face on her neck, hoping that she would give up, but she didn't.

"Haerinnie... you're hiding something. Say it now, or else I'll ask the boys and you know they always tell me.", she said in a demanding tone but the way she caressed me head gently showed me she wasn't angry, just impatient.

"Agh... the dancers behind me were talking about how beautiful you are and how everyone on their crew is simping for you and... a-and there's a girl that wants your number, I got jealous and didn't want them to talk to you so I kept talking so she wouldn't have a chan-"

Her sweet laughed echoed in the empty practice room like a beautiful melody.

"You're so cute.", one of her hands cupped my face and her thumb gently caressing my cheek while her other hand firmly gripped on the side of my neck pulling my face even closer to hers, seeing her bright and beautiful smile up close and knowing that Ibwas the reason for it made me feel like I could have a stroke right there and die happily.

"Well, I guess we're even even now.", she said almost in a whisper, smiling cheekily.

"What do you mean?", I asked.

"I *kiss on the left cheek* told *kiss on the right cheek* Kai *kiss on the nose* that you *kiss on the chin* you were dating when he asked me for your number.", Bada said the last phrase looking at me with a satisfied ironic smile.

"You what?", I asked in disbilief. I tried to sound mad or slightly annoyed by the sudden confession, but the little smile creeping on the side of my lips showed my true feelings.

"Don't come at me, you wouldn't go out with him either way.", she said letting go of me and taking her bag.

"Yeah, I wouldn't. Who is the lucky guy that got to be my boyfriend?", I asked ironically also taking my bag, vasually pretending that I wasn't feeling butterflies in my stomach with the thought that she also didn't like the idea of me going out with other people.

"Well, I didn't especify who was your boyfriend. But it could be me, right?", her teasing smile made me chuckle again.

"What do you want to eat today?", she asked holding my hand as we walked out the room.

"I don't know", I interlocked my fingers with hers, I couldn't form a proper sentence now as suddenly she was being so freaking forward, I could feel my heart beating on my throath and couldn't hear a word of what she was saying about which restaurant should we go today.

{♡}

Our plans, or better, Bada's plans of taking me to a new restaurant went down the hill when the boys insisted that we went to our old shared house that now we used basically as a basement, to drink in celebration of our comeback, and as Bada was also involved on the making process she couldn't deny.

Soon enough they were completely wasted by the alcohol, as dawn creeped in, the place filled with laughter and talks was now with a comforting silence interrupted by some snores here and there.

Bada and Haerin snuggled on the couch laughing of Jungkook's and Namjoon's deep snores, they slept on the couch of the other side of the room with mouths open making the scene even funnier to the girls.

"How can them make these noises and not wake up?", Haerin whispered trying to hold back her laugh.

"I have no ideia. I think I would wake myself up if I snored like that.", Bada said following Haerin's laugh.

As if it the universe heard them, Namjoon snored loudly and woke himselp up, looking around startled he found the two girls laughing uncontrollably at him but just ignored and went back to sleep.

Haerin threw her head back trying her best not to laugh so loudly. Bada, who was just tipsy, also laughed but took her time to stop and admire Haerinnie's happiness, she thought she looked lovely with messy hair and flushed cheeks throwing her head back laughing like a kid.

"C'mon Bada-ya, let's get out of here before they wake up and curse at us.", Haerin got up and took Bada by her hands to her apartment some floors above.

Bada felt herself going insane, everytime Haerin drank she would call her with the cutest pet names, "my baby", "my love", "my darling", just like she would casually do to Haerin everyday, but when Haerin called her "Bada-ya" with the softest tone she felt like her heart was melting in her chest, her name fell from Haerin's lips as if she was casting a love spell.

{♡}

"Here, drink everything.", Bada said sitting besides Haerin and giving her glass of water.

Haerin took a big sip of it, just like she demanded, she chuckled at the girl's obedience while fixing her hair that was flying everywhere because of the wind. Even though it was cold Haerin insisted that they stayed for a bit on the balcony, she loved to just look at the city lights and imagining how each street looked like at that time.

"Isn't so beautiful how the city lights reflect on the Han River water?", Haerin admired the river far away, her eyes fixed as if she haven't been doing that everyday for the last two years since she moved in.

"Yes, it's beautiful, Haerinnie.", Bada smiled at the sight of the river. Before meeting Haerin she used to watch the water's flowing while in deep thoughts about life, or even herself, because of the name she was given, but now, everytime she sees any body of water, like a river, sea or lake the only thing that comes to her mind is how much Haerin would appreciate the view, how she could spent hours just admiring the water flowing with her innocent and bright eyes shining more than the stars on the sky.

Haerin looked deep in thought watching the river, Bada laughed to herself knowing that, at this point, the shorter girl was probably imagining she was a fish swimming there. Haerin's love for water fascinated her, she loved everything related to it, but was so scared when it comes to swimming, she would give the most screeching screams at any tiny wave that hit her body when she went to the beach.

"Bada-yaaa.", with eyes still fixated on the river Haerin chuckled to herself calling Bada's name with the softest tone again.

"What?", Bada asked exchanging glances between the shorter girl and the river, wondering if she was too drunk to realize she was still there.

"I know Han River it's not a sea, but you are.", Haerin laughed lovingly, Bada couldn't help but laugh at Haerin's drunk state, she looked at the shorter girl with the prettiest glint on her eyes.

"Do you know why I like to watch the river flowing?", Haerin mumbled in her own words, the alcohol effect still on her body.

"Why?", Bada's heart skipped a beat, she knew Haerin was going to say something related to her and that made every single part of her feel an overwhelming happiness even though she knew Haerin was completely out of her mind.

"Because of you. Everytime I watch any body of water my mind goes straight at you... I'm enchanted to think that your name fits you so perfectly.", Haerin's fingers carefully traced Bada's features. "You know how people say that we should swim to wash our worries away? It doesn't matter that I'm too scared to do that because my worries are washed away everytime I look at you, the bad things on my mind are just words written in the sand that your waves easily make it dissapear in a second. It's really beautiful to me, Bada."

At this point Bada was a complete mess, her heart swelled with love, she tried to hold back and not let her feelings take control of what she was going to say or do, but Haerin looked at her with so much love, touched her face with so much tenderness and said thing in such a loving way that she couldn't help but just stand there and look at her girl with bright puppy eyes and pull her even closer.

"My angel, you have no idea of how much your words mean to me.", Bada choked in her own words, throughout her life some people had said beautiful words to her, but never this way, all Bada could feel in Haerin's words was pure, pure love, she made Bada feel vulnerable in a way that no one ever did.

"Ever since I've met you it seems like life's better, everything I do and feel has so much more worth, your words and actions towards me are always so sweet and loving, you make me feel so in touch with my emotions, you make me feel safe. And I love how you view the world, I love to see how your eyes shine at the littlest things, I love how passionate you are about your work, the way you smiled at me during the practice today made you look like the happiest girl in the world, and that's how I want you to always feel, I want to be the person who will be by your side, I want us to feel this kind of happiness together, I just need you by my side." Bada sniffed trying to hold her tears but it was impossible, she lovingly stroked Haerin's cheeks. "I love you so much."

Haerin was not much better than Bada, the tears fell from her eyes like an broken faucet.

"I love you more.", was the only thing Haerin could answer with an trembling voice as she looked at Bada with the biggest puppy eyes, almost pleading to be kissed by the taller woman.

Her hands that now rested on Bada's collarbone gently made their way to her neck and face, applying a slight pressure pulling her closer, her gaze was intense and vulnerable at the same time, she silently asked for permission, after all this, if Bada didn't touched their lips at that moment it would mean that Haerin was going crazy and Bada didn't have feelings for her, she felt her heart wrenching as the seconds went by and Bada didn't do anything besides looking at her with the same puppy eyes.

Bada's lips felt as plump and soft as Haerin imagined, her touches were so soft she could feel the love running through Bada's veins as the tip of her fingers pressed her waist pulling her impossibly closer and sending eletric waves wherever they touched. That moment was heavenly for both, so many years of love being repressed by fear of being rejected finally came to an end, the tears streaming down their cheeks made their lips become salty making them break the kiss to giggle, they snuzzled their noses with closed eyes, feeling their hearts beating dangerously fast.

"I can't believe this is finally happening. I'll always love you, my Haerinnie."

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