#appearing just to post this and two other thingS

[katboykirby]

Responding to a very old post, sorry.

I'm also not a fan of when stories (not specifically OM, just in general) establish a character trait or piece of lore, then never reference said trait or lore again.

In this case though, it's due to two things:

Devilgrams are side stories separate from the main campaign, and most players will never actually read them. The people who read Beel's Devilgrams will typically just be Beel fans, and even then not every player has access to every card. So if an aspect of a character is established in a Devilgram, it's a lot less likely to appear in the Main Story because so few players will have read the Devilgram and it would be a continuity error/plot hole from their perspective. Generally, only plot beats from the Main Story will be considered "hard" canon and appear multiple times.

The second reason is that OM has different teams composed of multiple writers - including writers from early on who have since left the company, and newer writers who joined the OM Team several years after the game was released. With so many writers being regularly rotated around, not every writer will have 100% perfect knowledge of what every other writer has worked on. They also sometimes bring on guest writers from outside the studio, and those guest writers will have even less knowledge of OM's lore and canon. So if a character trait is established in a Devilgram from 2021, a Main Story chapter from 2024 written by completely different team members very likely won't call back to those years-old character traits. Different writers aren't going to follow continuity that was written by other people months or even years ago. Especially if, like I said before, those traits only ever appeared in optional side stories that relatively few players even read. Of course once you add in the fact that all of the scripts are written in Japanese originally, and then translated and localized into other languages, that just adds another barrier between the different writers.

Beelzebub's hobbies that the game refuses to use cause the devs don't know shit

I did a smaller post like this on twitter a few months ago but I wanna do it cause everyone deserves to hear me rant about Beel.

Especially that he is so underutilized by the devs! Not only does he got plenty of interests that are only mentioned in devilgrams, but he insists on teaching MC about them EVERY TIME so they could share interests and spend time together.

Example 1:

In this devilgram we are showed not only how good Beelzebub is at surfing, fact that is never brought up in the story or events(as far as I know) he teaches MC how to surf too!

Even if MC is nervous about it he just reassures them and tries to teach them and does a really good job cause in the same day MC is able to surf

Example 2:

Beel is good at snowboarding too! Not only that, he is one of the top 5 snowboarders in the Devildom. If he didn't quit he could have made it to top 3! And again in this Devilgram Beel insists of teaching MC how to snowboard as a way to share his hobbies. And once again, a pretty good fucking teacher since MC learns how to do it in one day. Sure they nearly fall once but Beel is there to catch them.

Example 3:

Beel is not only good at various sports but he is good at playing the sax too!

He didn't touch the god damn instrument in 200 years and he was still good. And he gets back at his past level really fast too. And again he teaches MC how to play the saxophone

Not only does he teach them how to play it, he even makes them participate on a show with him, and both him and MC are loved by the public.

Beel has so many interests that are never used despite them being right there! I know it's because they are in Devilgrams but still! A small mention of them wouldn't hurt.

And another important fact, let's not forget how Beel insists on always including MC in his interests so they could spend more quality time together. This devilgrams lowkey confirm how both quality time and acts of service are his main love languages!

The only interest that the devs keep on mentioning is the one he has for Devilcat which makes an appearance in 2-3 devilgrams and his 2023 birthday event. While it's sweet they at least use that interest the other 3 should also be used! And I can bet all of my money that he is good at even more sports.

[bewitched-hours]

ANGST IDEA: (if you write it uh.. he/they pronouns for reader)

Two-Time gets so enamored with y/n, they start following them around, until they get the idea,, that y/n would be the best sacrifice for The Spawn. And stabs them mid round (it could be anything, just as long as Two-Time or any other sentinel ends up killing y/n)

And 1x ends up being the killer..

While casting Necromancy, She summons y/n without realizing it, and while they’re checking their minions, he senses a new being under their control.

Revealing Y/n as a minion, somewhat still aware, like a sleepy person, kinda wobbling around and whatnot.. and feels a bit .. bad..

I don't do he/they but I can offer They/Them as the closest to male pronouns as stated in my ruleset(again, nothing against guys but I honestly write a bit more on relatability and for my fellow gals because I see mostly AMAB reader fics-) Also I may have misunderstood the request, I apologize if this isn't what you wanted-

Reader has They/Them-

It wasn't supposed to be even possible... But the Spectre seemed to have been bored.

And by the stars, Two Time's infatuation with you gave it an idea.

You thought it was innocent at first and that you could handle them despite not reciprocating their feelings. You were just kind like that, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings.

Hell, you even went out of your way to apologize to killers and make sure they didn't feel discouraged by a missed attack... Even though they wouldn't be in the first place...

But what no one could've seen coming was Two Time suddenly backstabbing you and successfully killing you..?

That wasn't right. Something was up, especially when you were nowhere to be found after that round. Even your cabin was completely destroyed which only meant...

You were actually dead dead. Gone from existence entirely.

Obviously, the blame was on Two Time. They stabbed you after all and all they could talk about was the Spawn possibly giving them a third life to better protect everyone.

It left a sour taste in their mouths but the Spectre did grant them a third life to keep them insane.

The next round was when things got interesting.

1x1x1x1 was chosen as the killer and in the middle of it, she chose to use necromancy. Raising minions from the dead to help him with taking care of the pesky survivors.

Although you horrified the survivors with your appearance, 1x failed to realise it until much later while checking on the minions because she felt a new presence among them.

And there you stood. Not entirely stable as you looked more like someone fighting off exhaustion and being on the edge of collapsing. It looked pitiful enough.

So when the round ended and you were taken to the killer's cabin with them, 1x merely picked you up and explained what happened quickly before hauling you off with them.

Did you even know what was happening? You didn't show any resistance but the vengeance she could feel from you when you spotted Two Time was enough to allow you to be a true minion.

There would just need to be a few modifications...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[rosie-posie1313]

Luke Hughes Fic Recs 2

06/27/2025

⭒ 𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 by @bbrissonn

luke hughes x zegras!reader

in which you and luke become a couple

⭒ insta official for the babies  by @/bbrissonn

Zegras!reader

⭒ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐭…  by @/bbrissonn

⭒ what if i have big boobs and a small heart? by @ohmyeyesmyeyes

luke hughes x f!reader social media au

⭒ Addicted by @sc0tters

when Alex and Trevor decide to voice their feelings about you it causing Luke to reevaluate his own.

⭒ So long  by @/sc0tters

Luke has always had a crush on Jacks best friend but when he’s called on to help her at a party he realises she feels the same way.

⭒ when the sun loved the moon. By @voicemailfromluke-beep

you never expected to fall for someone like luke hughes. he was tall, charming, a hockey prodigy and you were just… you. sweet, soft, unsure. but in the safety of a shared friend group, you found comfort beside him. until someone else saw that closeness as an opportunity, not to protect, but to use. at luke’s lake house, one moment of trust shatters the illusion you built. and when luke returns to find you gone, questions begin to unravel.

⭒ Jack’s Best Friend by @lvrhughes

You and Luke have always liked each other and Jack has always known, so he helps get you together

⭒ Skin by @eyesthatroll

a late night at home with luke

⭒ NEVER HAVE I EVER by @/eyesthatroll

two college kids trapped in a bathroom

⭒ THE HOODIE  by @laceyhearts

she'd always thought she wasn't pretty enough for luke, but that all changes with an invitation to the hughes' lake house and luke's hoodie

⭒ One Little Slip by @stormsies

⭒ More Hearts Than Mine-The Aftermath by @withwritersblock

⭒ Catch My Breath by @/withwritersblock

Y/N overheard a comment about her appearance from another WAG and Luke tries to help her feel better

⭒ SNOOPY KISSED SOMEONE THAT WASN’T MOMMY? By @fiastomatocheek

it’s summer, and that means deep lucy-and-snoopy bonding time over dolls and fake tea parties… until you come back from folding laundry and witness something you never expected, lucy and luke’s very first fight.

⭒ STILL GOT YOU EVEN WITHOUT THE RING by fiastomatocheek

one thing luke never takes off is his ring, unless it’s to bathe lucy or play a game. so when you find it sitting, almost too carelessly, on the bathroom sink one night, something about it feels… weird. not bad. just weird. luke never misplaces things like that. but instead of asking about it, you pocket the ring and decide to have a little fun

⭒ THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I’VE EVER LOVED by fiastomatocheek

dating luke has been a dream, until one overheard comment from someone in his circle chips away at your confidence. you try to brush it off, but it sticks. you start pulling back, shorter kisses, less eye contact, fewer sleepovers. luke feels it. he doesn’t understand why the warm, confident person he fell for has grown so quiet. until he finds out the truth.

⭒ SNOOPY’S BIGGEST FAN by fiastomatocheek

you and luke are cherishing life as parents to your lively three-year-old daughter, lucy. out of the blue, lucy’s switched from calling luke ‘dada’ to ‘snoopy,’ a nickname that’s leaving you both laughing and guessing at its origin. after a thrilling devils game, lucy’s determination to stick by her dad’s side leads to her tagging along for a post-game interview. her unexpected shout of ‘dada snoopy’ during the interview steals the spotlight, melting hearts and showcasing luke’s endlessly sweet fatherhood

⭒ THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I’VE EVER LOVED by fiastomatocheek

dating luke has been a dream, until one overheard comment from someone in his circle chips away at your confidence. you try to brush it off, but it sticks. you start pulling back, shorter kisses, less eye contact, fewer sleepovers. luke feels it. he doesn’t understand why the warm, confident person he fell for has grown so quiet. until he finds out the truth.

⭒ Sleepy Boyfriend by @postgamevibes

⭒ hold me steady. By @voicemailfromluke-beep

after a big win on home ice, luke hughes shares a personal moment during the family skate, making a memory you’ll both never forget.

⭒ Party by @heartsforjh

Luke can be kind of introverted, but I just know he’d follow you wherever if you asked him. One of those places being… a party/hangout. Whether you asked him to tag along in an attempt to get him out of the house, or you asked him to go with for moral support—he’d be there.

⭒ Sunsets in the Summer  by @bratbarzal

⭒ Baby, It’s You. by @lilhughesy

You are the sports media intern for the UMich hockey team which is so great because your best friend, Ethan Edwards, plays for the team. However, his friend and your arch nemesis is also on the team and his name is Luke Hughes. He gets the most joy by pestering you without realizing the effects it had on you.

⭒ TikTok soft launch by @postgamevibes

When a casual TikTok study break video accidentally features Luke Hughes in the background, the internet goes wild trying to guess the identity of the mystery girl. As fan attention grows, Luke and the reader navigate the challenges of keeping their relationship low-key while savoring quiet moments together. A soft, sweet reveal that proves some love stories are worth sharing slowly and on their own terms.

⭒ "You're so cute when you get angry."  by @captain-huggy-bear

⭒ STANCE, BREATHE, SWING by @wineauntie

⭒ ALL EYES ON YOU by @mattrempeswife

after luke hard-launched you to the hockey world during the stadium series family skate. now, it’s playoff time and you’re standing in the eye of the storm wearing his jacket, sitting with his family, and watching your boyfriend shine under the biggest lights of his career. luke’s proud to show you off to the world, but more than that, he’s just proud to be loved by you.

⭒ FOR EVERYONE TO SEE by mattrempeswife

after years of keeping your relationship private, luke is ready to show the world who holds his heart. when he invites you to join him at the stadium series family skate, you’re terrified of the spotlight but luke promises to keep you grounded. one public moment. one gentle push. one hand to hold, for everyone to see.

⭒ THE DARE THAT BROKE ME by mattrempeswife

you’ve never been the girl anyone really looked at, not the girl people wanted to be friends with, not the girl boys lined up to date. especially not someone like luke hughes. but when the golden boy of hockey asks you out, it feels too good to be true.

⭒ A LITTLE LOUDER NOW by mattrempeswife

as a world-touring singer and as luke longtime girlfriend, you’ve always had the support of your fans and luke, the new jersey devils’ hockey star. during your loud, sold-out concert stop in new jersey, you finally reveal the secret you and Luke have been keeping for months. between laughter, tears, and a double surprise, it’s a night no one will ever forget.

⭒ EVEN WHEN YOU THINK I’M SLEEPING by mattrempeswife

after a long, rough day on the ice and the weight of expectations heavy on his shoulders, luke comes home feeling like he’s failing his team, his family, and himself. but in the quiet of the night, your soft whispers and gentle reassurances wrap around him like the warmest hug, even when you think he’s asleep.

⭒ Saved by @hughes-your-daddy

a night out with a few of your bothers teammates turns sour

⭒ Retrospections by @sweetdispatch

Memories of moments between you and Luke, from helping in school to his first NHL game

⭒ Laundry by @/sweetdispatch

A bet with your friend helped you to admit your feelings to Luke but he doesn't know about it

⭒ Giving me everything by @fangirlmermaid

⭒ I know love by @hockeyluvrr

Luke Hughes has always been your best friend—until one summer at the lake house changes everything. One almost-kiss, one broken moment, and suddenly, there’s a distance between you that even time can’t fix. But when Luke starts his first NHL season, fate gives you one last chance to get it right. Will you finally close the space between you, or are some love stories meant to stay unfinished?

⭒ Hollow by @bluewxrld07

Y/N thought she mattered to Luke in more ways than one. Yet that all changes when he makes a choice that has her feeling betrayal and heartbreak.

⭒ Luke seeing you in the wag jacket by @star2fishmeg

⭒ he loves being a provider for his girl by @/star2fishmeg

⭒ Surprise by @stereoqueen

⭒ Trends by @/stereoqueen

⭒ Sunshine by @honeyslibrary

⭒ I’m The Problem by @bluewxrld07

Luke isn't the happiest camper post his shoulder surgery, and he feels at a loss at the fact he needs help doing almost everything. His best friend Y/N has been there every step of the way, but takes a step back after Luke get overstimulated

⭒ MOTHER KNOWS BEST by @isaadore

luke brings flowers to mother’s day dinner, and your mom tells you to marry him.

⭒ Umich!Luke Hughes x tennis player!reader by @notsonian

you and Luke are enjoying time together during a slow time of the year

⭒ Five signs that you’re falling in love with your best friend by @lovings4turn

⭒ Desperate by @leaentries

luke’s girl has never had someone go down on her and he’d be damned if he didn’t change that

⭒ Spring break pt3 by @delayed-affection

[goorgeousz]

so close to what | aaron hotchner

pairing: dbf!aaron hotchner x rossi!reader summary: almost two years after meeting (and falling for) aaron, you face him again at your dad’s party. and then he meets your new boyfriend. content/tw: alcohol, r and aaron get drunk-iesh, jealous aaron,  word count: 2.7k a/n: hey you guys, meet dbf!hotch and rossi!reader :) i’ve been working on this couple for a while and they finally made it out of the paper (out of my head, actually)! i know i should’ve posted how they met first, but that scenario only happened in my mind so i still have to write it down. lmk what you think <333 dbf!hotch request here! the idea of this came to me while i went through my shatter-me notes, and i found this scene that i absolutely loooooooooove with my other aaron husband (aaron warner). hope you enjoy it!!!!💗🪽

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It took you about five-to-eight small talks to find your father in his book release party, which was currently happening in the massive backyard of his lake house.

David Rossi was talking to a few other people, but as soon as his eyes found you everything else became secondary to him “There she is! Carissima, it took you long enough!” he said, grabbing your face and kissing both of your cheeks. You chuckled, hugging him back.

“The party is amazing, dad. Everything is perfect.” you said sincerely, looking around and taking in the whole thing. Expensive drinks and fancy snacks being served by well suited men, musicians playing jazz on the back and not one single person could be seen without a smile on their face.

“You look stunning, as always. Did you bring that boy of yours?” 

“Kyle is on his way.” you explained, getting a drink from one waiter and downing it on sight. David arched his eyebrows in question, but before you could find an excuse, a couple of old friends of his arrived, and he got busy playing host.

After talking to a few other guests, — because, apparently, the daughter of the hostess is a host herself — you moved to find the buffet, settling next to the finger food station and picking out your favorites. Just as you were about to try the third flavor of the bruschettas, you heard a voice right behind you.

“You should try the one with pesto and burrata.” even before you turned in his direction, even before that scandalous scent of his cologne found your nostrils, and even with the loud noise of the music and the people, you recognized him.

You recognized that voice, that raspy and low tone, and especially the way it made your whole body shiver in response. Your father’s best friend, a.k.a. the man you spend the past couple years obsessing over, after a summer trip. You haven’t seen him in person after that, and apparently there was no getting over him in sight. And the worst part? He knows it. He knew it back then, and you were sure he knew it right now.

But even though your feelings for him remained intact after two years, you weren’t going to act the same way you did back then. So, waking up from your – very brief, mind you – daydreaming, you realized he said something about a bruschetta. Realizing you were already going to pick the one he suggested, you hesitated, thinking – not in a stubborn way! Of course not – that now that he said it, it looked like you chose it because of him. Since your hand was already hovering over the table, it would have been weird if you just pulled it back without grabbing anything, so you just picked up the damn bruschetta with pesto and burrata, making a point of explaining yourself — because why wouldn’t you?

“I was already going to. Before you suggested.” you explained, turning to face him and getting startrucked by his appearance. He looked devilishly handsome with his expansive suit and his perfectly fixed hair, standing behind you with that signature stance of his that somehow screamed relaxed-but-ready-to-take-out-his-gun-and-protect-his-country all at the same time. One of his hands hung deep inside his trousers pockets and the other held a glass of scotch, probably picked out by your dad himself for his best friend ever(!!!)

Hotch just stared at you, decently nodding and pretending that you didn’t just embarrass yourself, which somehow made things worse. To try and change the focus of the interaction, you taste the bruschetta and the groan you let out with a muffled “Oh my god.” made him chuckle.

“Told you. I’ve had probably five of these by now. And I’m just getting started.” he confided, leaning in like he was telling you a secret. Damn him and his need to make you feel better. Fuck him and his great sense of humor. As you needed any more reasons to be attracted to him.

“Right.” you tried to smile in return. Having a feeling it didn’t work, you just cleared your throat, trying to take another sip of your drink – that, guess what, was empty.  “So… Long time no see.” you mentioned, not so subtly hinting that you remembered very well what happened the last time you saw each other.

Being the gentleman that he was, in a matter of seconds Hotch motioned to a waiter passing by and grabbed another glass, handing it to you. “Yes.” he agreed, not giving in if he remembered as well “You look great.” he smiled politely and you rolled your eyes, not being able to control yourself. You regretted it as soon as you catched the look in his eyes and the way he noticed it, stepping close “Is there something wrong?”

“Sorry, just a headache.”

“You should rest a bit. Do you want me to take you…” he asked, pointing to the house behind you. The feeling of being this close to him again, and the mere thought of being inside that house alone with him again, even after years, made you slightly panic. That’s the only reasonable explanation to why you said what you said after.

“I have a boyfriend.” he stopped in his tracks, his finger pointing to the house hanging in the air for a second before he shoved it back into his pocket. Hotch tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes at you for a second.

“I know. Your father introduced him.” he then said, and something in the way he said it sounded like a scoff. Before you could dive into what that tone meant, you focused on the other part – which should be the important one – your boyfriend was there.

“Oh, Kyle’s here?” you asked, glancing around trying to seem like you were looking for him, not just relieved to not being trapped under his attentive gaze anymore. “I should look for him, it was nice talking to you!” you said, waving as you walked away to find your boyfriend.

You pretended you didn’t hear Hotch saying your name, trying to stop you from walking away.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Using your boyfriend as a human shield – except for the fact that you were trying to hide from your own feelings – was how most part of the evening went on. The two of you walked around, drank together and connected with the sea of people there.

You and Kyle made a great couple. People wanted to approach you, and they weren’t just curious about Hollywood’s favorite new couple, you just were that good. And despite the fact that you were Rossi’s daughter, you had to give credit to Kyle. He was a sight for sore eyes. Tall, handsome, with that boyish charm that left people eager to be in his good graces. 

The two of you connected in one event, and became attached at the hip ever since. You had fun together, and for the first time after Aaron walked into your life you actually felt interested in knowing someone.

Despite all of this, because of the universe’s sick humor, everything you fought so hard to build immediately crumbled after one single interaction with Hotch. You were well aware that you grew up rather spoiled, with your dad doing pretty much everything in his power for you to have the life of anyone’s dreams. So it made sense for you to get attached to the one thing you couldn’t have.

But that wasn’t just it. Yes, you wanted him. Desperately. Yet, the thing that hung you to him, to this feeling, was the fact that you felt him wanting you too. Perhaps, just as much. You could sense his affection, his lingering eyes. You remember seeing right through him, noticing how hard he had to fight his own desire to not give in. 

And the fact that you got so close to getting it… it nearly drove you insane.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After a few hours, a whole speech and more drinks you couldn’t count on one hand, you felt yourself getting a couple stages over dizzy. The dangerous kind of dizziness that made your mouth pronounce words before you mind registered them.

Lucky for you, – and honestly, for him too – Kyle had another event to attend to, and had to leave a little early, leaving you alone with your thoughts – and the person who owned them.

Sensing you needed a break from all the talking, clutching a now refilled glass of wine, you paced around the backyard, moving away from the party and further into the property, finding an empty spot near the lake. It wasn’t as illuminated as the center of the event, and that, added to the lack of body heat, made you realize how cold it actually was.

You weren’t helping yourself though, having chosen a backless silky dress, it’s fabric doing a poor job in keeping you warm. As you leaned yourself on the little empty table, resting your glass of wine on its top and hugging yourself to keep your arms warmer, you heard someone approaching.

Before you needed to turn around you felt the weight of his presence, and you knew before you even saw it that it was Aaron. When you did face him, he was already closer, taking off his suit jacket – somehow without spilling his drink – and placing it on your shoulders.

The heat was so welcome that you didn’t even try to dismiss it, and if you actually thought of doing so, the way his cologne attached to the expensive fabric and surrounded you in a cloud of his scent, all coherent thoughts immediately left you.

“How is your head?” you heard him ask, and your mind completely blanked – because how on earth did he know that your mind was currently clogged with his cologne?

“Huh?” you bravely managed, not wanting to give yourself away too fast.

“The headache?” he offered, and you felt yourself blushing.

“Yeah, much better, thanks. I was probably just hungry.” you explained, and he nodded, humming in understanding. You tried to ignore the feeling that he was just mocking you.

“Thank you.” you said, tugging the jacket closer, really appreciating the heat “Now for the jacket, I mean.”. 

He dismissed with a shake of his head, “I thought I saw your boyfriend with two… three jackets?”

When you turned to face him, he had an eyebrow arched and the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to stifle a smile.

“It’s part of the outfit…” you explained, your own voice dying in embarrassment. Because it made sense before, but now, under Aaron’s attentive gaze and the way he so easily gave up his own suit to keep you warm, the fact that your boyfriend couldn’t hand you one of his jackets for the sake of his appearance felt silly – and a little humiliating. And to down the embarrassment, you took another sip of your wine.

“Oh.” he simply said, and the sound amused you. When you looked at him again, you realize he did in fact look amused.

You noticed the little smirk playing on his lips, which he tried to hide taking a sip from his glass. For some reason, he didn’t take his eyes off you while he did it. Neither did you, and while you took in his appearance you realized he wasn’t as sober as you first thought.

No, better than that. Aaron Hotchner was drunk.

Not that kind of drunk, though. If it was anyone else that was drunk, you would call it being tipsy, but knowing Aaron and his usually – freakily-like – controlled nature, it was something to take a step back. Sure, he still looked perfectly tidy-ed up even without his suit jacket, his hair still in place apart from a few strands on the back that loose themself with the strong wind of the night. But what really gave him away was the permanent tint on his cheeks and the mischievous glint in his eyes, giving away the thoughts inside his mind, differently from his usual behaviour.

You stared at each other for longer than you counted, and when he broke eye contact to look away for a second, you watched the way his jaw tensed, the light and playful demeanor giving place to a sterner version of him. He furrowed his eyebrows as he faced the lake, his gaze way beyond everything in front of him.

He swallowed hard, and you watched the bob of his throat in a trance, almost missing when he asked, his voice hoarse and intense “What was he doing here?”

Silence.

You knew he was talking about Kyle, there wasn’t any room left for doubts, but the way he sounded so bothered made you stop for a second. Thinking he would come up with an explanation, you stayed silently watching him. But the way he stood there, maintaining eye contact with you, his furrowed brows in a look of exasperation, you knew he wasn’t going to take it back, so you had no other option than to answer.

“He’s my boyfriend.” you said bluntly. He nodded, seeming more impatient than before.

“Fine, let me put it this way: what is he doing with you?”

Your breath hitched, searching in his face any form of explanation to what he meant by that, and finding nothing other than raw denial, like he couldn’t grasp the fact that you ended up with Kyle. He was in denial, and it was killing him.

You were no stranger to the fact that Aaron did have feelings for you back then. Maybe not so pure and romantic feelings, but feelings nonetheless. And you could say the same thing about him: he was very well aware about how you felt towards him. In some ways, it was less embarrassing this way. Both of you knew about each other, but there was nothing you could actually do about it.

At least that’s how Aaron thought. Because he was the reason why you didn’t get together then, he was the one, and only one, who put his foot down and announced that you two could never happen.

Which honestly just made it even worse, because who the fuck did he think he was to make you fall for him, crush your expectations and almost two years later come up to you and bitch about your relationship that he wasn’t even a part of, and he had only himself to blame.

And you wanted to be mad, you really, truly did. Maybe deep down you were angry at him, but right now the thought that really occupied your mind was confusion. And that maybe, just maybe, the reason why he was so bothered by that was because he still felt something for you.

“Because… we like each other.” you tried, your voice sounding weaker than you wanted it too. Aaron laughed bitterly, looking away from you to face the lake.

“You like each other.” he repeated your words, and you grimaced at how unsure the sentence sounded.

“Y-yeah it’s very new. But he’s cute.” you started pointing, and he turned to face you again “And he’s smart. I like being with him, we go on walks together. And he’s good… He’s nice to me.” the fire in his eyes caused your mind to melt a little, and even though you tried to sound coherent, you failed miserably.

“It sounds to me like you should just get yourself a pet.” he then says, an evil smirk on his lips.

“What?” 

“They have the same qualities.” he shrugged, amused at your reaction.

“Wh… You… That’s not…” you tried, so fucking doubfounded at his words that you couldn’t get out a proper response. In your mercy – as if –, Aaron raised a hand, stopping your failed attempt at a dialogue.

“Just think about it.”

Before you could get it together, he turned around and walked away, not even bothering to get his suit back. You groaned, the anger finally making its way up into your heart. And what made everything worse was the fact that you were actually thinking about it.

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[glassmitu]

HAII MITU i just know that you're also a hi3 fan and oh my im so happy😭😭

can i request an (post and pre!forsaken) azuretime x pardofelis!reader? MY GIRL PARDOFELIS DESERVES MORE LOVE ARGHHH MY FAV CAT GIRL

-🐈🧶 anon.

Masterlist — Forsaken

Request — (Pre-forsaken,post-forsaken)!Azuretime(azure, two time ) x pardofelis!Reader, headcanons,,

⭑𓂃 ⌗ Staff — i don't play it bc i can't install it buttttt i do know the characters,, also pardofelis... Also angst and spoilers alert bc reader's part in some part is related to pardofelis' lore <33

PRE FORSAKEN!AZURETIME ( azure, two time )

𖣠 You were the troublemaker in the relationship, since you stole some stuff from people for the spawn

𖣠 Azure would scold you for it, while two time saw this as thing to praise you for,

𖣠 Your relationship were stable at least, but you and azure could tell that two time were somewhere else in that mind of his.

𖣠 But you shrugged it off! You don't have the heart to judge your lovers anyway!

𖣠 Oh but how much pain you felt, when two time stabbed you and azure both, you were hurt...You held into azure's hand while two time held into azure's,

𖣠 your last words were "Azure... I don't want to die.." and everything went pitch darkness, two time felt much guilt for taking your and azure's lives, he still lives within that guilt.

POST FORSAKEN!AZURE TIME ( azure, two time )

𖣠 You were here, as a killer, someone that shall steal things from people since they stole something that is useful for the spawn! Which you agreed to.

𖣠 You didn't expected to meet azure, he were much different.. His appearance.. But you loved him no matter what!

𖣠 Honestly, you didn't expected two time too! Instead of being killer like you and azure, they were a survivor,

𖣠 You took your time, teasing two time, stealing their weapons and such, you love that look on their face,

𖣠 Azure would still scold you, but mostly because you pay attention to two time, it seemed like he were wary of two time now at least..

𖣠 But hey! You rebel against him by stating that you love the both of them either way, even if two time had taken your life.

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[bunnwich]

have you seen #them and if yes what's your favorite ob animation

Overblot Animation Thoughts (So far)

Unfortunately, I do not usually play on the Japanese server, but for fun, I installed it last night and spedran through Chapters 1 and 2 to see what the animations were looking like! (I need to level up my cards more to beat OB!Leona grrr) Here's what I'll say since I can't share them: (if anyone wants to privately share the other 5, that would be cool!) SPOILER TALK BELOW!

So far, the animations follow a similar pattern: the overblotter holding their face, the blot monster appearing behind, dripping the blot onto them, and consuming them. Then each person is revealed in their OB! outfit. From what was shown, the blot initially is an antagonistic force, but then becomes something they embrace. (I think it's mentioned in either the light novel that Leona was "petting" or "cuddling" his lion-like blot monster post OB) The way it is depicted there is an implication that the blot is a parasite. Which...yeah, it can kill them, so it makes sense, considering it feeds off negative emotions. Seeing it fully animated makes it look quite horrific of a process. And it's interesting how the blot monster just seems to appear behind them. I have to think the animation quality of these clips is what we are getting for the anime, so I am very excited! Overall, they are well done, and we get a bit of screaming/laughingby the VAs. Out of the two I've seen, I have to stay loyal to Savanaclaw and say I was more hyped to see Leonas'. However, I feel Riddle's had some cool shots/imagery. It seems like the main difference between each one will be the method by which the blot "splashes" on the blotters and their subtle reactions to being consumed. With Riddle, the blot monster grabs hold of him and blot leaks slowly on his face, whereas with Leona, it sorta splashes in his eyes and fills his hands. I wonder if there is any correlation in the slight variations to the Disney villain lore or maybe why each person blots. (Leona, for example, being more of an emotional overblot, and Riddles a combination of both, since he used an excess of magic as well.) Leona's struck me. (bc of ofc) So, there is a split second where we see a shadow of the blot monster symbol as a shadow behind them. For Leona, it was a lion head and the way it's done, maybe bc he overblots in a stadium made me think of a spotlight? Like reflecting his desire to be seen maybe?? A similar thing happens with Riddle in teh rose maze, but with Leona, it very much had that "spotlight" look to me. Hmm. ALSO!! There is a small part where Leona reaches his hand up as if to seek something, maybe help or support. Then only for his palm to be filled with blot. OOOOO, just the way it looked, like that got me for some reason?? Like the only thing he feels he has to fall back on is sorrow and anger. But, I love to over-analyze! Anyways, maybe once I see the rest, I can have more to say!

[sirenesolace]

Repeating Astrological Patterns ᕱ⑅ᕱ ᰔ (long post)

Inner planet reference for the astrological patterns in my life:

I’m Cancer sun, Taurus moon, Scorpio asc, Leo mercury + mars and Gemini Venus

DISCLAIMER!: these are observations of things I’ve noticed in MY life. Not every single sign i mentioned act like that. Synastry plays a big role on how we interact with different signs hence why I stated my inner placements.

Most of my friends are fire signs (mostly Aries and Sagittarius). The people I consider extremely funny are always Aries’. It’s such a repeating occurrence in my life that as soon as a stranger tells me they’re an Aries, I immediately know we’ll get along.

Although I’m a Water dominant, I don’t really get along with water signs😭:

I barely make water sign friends and if I rarely do, they’re cancer. We have good conversations but have 0 friendship or romantic chemistry. Honestly hanging out with other Cancers is always boring to me because we’re too alike.

Pisces was my crush sign growing up. Every👏Single👏One👏 of my crushes were Pisces up until age 16 without a fail. I blame 5th house synastry😭 Pisces rules my 5th house (the house of crushes and flirty romance) so I’m not surprised 💀

My feelings about scorpios are hard to pin point. I either vibe with them or I completely dislike them, no in between.

The strongest relationship and feelings I’ve ever had in my life was for a Taurus man. We had 8th house synastry, 1st house synastry, moon conjunct moon and 12th house synastry😭 what people tell you about water sign synastry and moon contacts is NO JOKE!! The way I’ve deeply felt about this man is something I’ve never experienced in my whole life and I feel like he felt the same way too. Even tho we texting online and considered each other as friends, there was always this underlying tension between us that sometimes felt suffocating. We acted like lovers and best friends (moon 11th house synastry) all at the same time.

I haven’t had a single good experience with Air signs in MY life 💀

Libras (in MY life) were always two faced (men and women)😭 they always talk shit about their friends behind their back, or they love to make snarky comments to “humble” you. Just straight up hater energy😭 I swear all observations I hear about Geminis apply to the libras I meet. Libra is in my 12th house (hidden enemies) so maybe this is why I feel this way about them.

Don’t even get my STARTED on geminis💀 to be fair, if your have Gemini inner planets instead of sun, you have a good chance of me liking you or finding you hot because we have 8th house synastry. Gemini sun on the other hand…please exit the premises (jk I don’t judge u base on zodiac PLS). In my life tho, most of my bullies were Geminis so I did feel very strongly about that sign back then. Since Middle school, I haven’t really met or been friends with any Gemini (and I like it that way😞)

Aquarius is such a forgettable sign in my life. I only had a single person in my life who was an Aquarius. He has a huge crush on me and everyone (including my parents and his) shipped us together. I personally only saw him as a friend and was unable to see him as more than that. Funny enough tho, that man would ALWAYS pop up in my dream; the weirder thing is that the minute he appears in my dreams, I suddenly see him in a romantic way, then it would fizzle out. This was a common occurrence for 8 years STRAIGHT!! I wish I knew his big 3 because that’s just crazy to me. I’m sure his sun conjuncts my Neptune (planet of illusion) and because Neptune trines Venus in my natal, his sun probably trine my Venus.

Almost every single person in my family is a Virgo 😭 and they’re all September Virgos mind you LMFAOA😭 all the guy Virgo in my family act nonchalant and calm. The women are very meticulous and always look stunning.

On the topic of earth sign women, they’re definitely one of the people I find ricdicoulsy attractive. Like are you even real??🤨 Taurus women take the cake tho. I know a woman has Taurus in her big 3 when I have strong feeling for her and find her crazy hot. Virgo women are top 2. They look like literally angels or fairies. The most gorgeous people on earth.

Just like Aquarius, Capricorn is the least common sign that pops up in my life. Every single Capricorn I met were so different that I don’t have a specific way to feel about them. Capricorn sits in my 3rd house which is funny because you’d think I would be having a lot of conversations with Capricorns but nope. Rarely ever talk to them and if we do, it’s kinda awkward. Saturn in my 9th house (cancer) so it’s opposite from that house. Maybe that’s why it’s awkward? Just a theory.

Synastry Bonus

Small synastry bonus!

I’ve noticed that too much trine and conjunctions always made friendships and relationships boring. While some ppl may like this, I’m a water + fire dom, and I have a lot of squares in my chart. I feel like too much trines and conjunctions in a synastry just doesn’t work for me. A balance is definitely preferable. I love when a relationship can bring new conversations and ways of thinking. With Cancers, it felt like we were talking about the same thing over, over , and over again. I think sextile and semi-sextile (UNDERRATED ASPECT!!) are probably my favorite easy aspects when it comes to a synastry.

11th house synastry is underrated !! It gives the relationship that friends to lovers type of vibe that i absolutely love!! It also makes things light hearted especially when you have heavy moon, 8th house and 12th house synastry. You guys feel like you can be weird together.

Good luck trying to move on or forget someone you have Saturn synastry with, especially if it’s Venus-Saturn aspects😭😭 the Astro girlies were NOT lying when they said it’s biding. My Venus conjuncts this Taurus man’s Saturn and I’ve been in love with him since 2021. Literally everytime I feel like forgetting about him and moving on, he comes back to my mind. 💀 If you’ve been Saturn in that type of synastry, I need to know what it was like for you🫶

Moon-Moon aspects are the BEST!!! Even the squares!! All my besties have their moon square mine and the way we feel and understand each other on a deeper level is so amazing. It’s the best synastry aspect of you want a deep friendship or relationship for sure imo. It’s also forgiving synastry aspect. I have it in conjunction with the Taurus man’s moon and usually we’re both petty people but when it comes to him, I seriously can’t help to put my ego aside. I think he’s the only person I’m so patient and forgiving with and the same can be said for him. We both let so much stuff slide when it comes to one another. Meanwhile if someone else did it, they’re immediately cut off. Make sure to not constantly break your boundaries when it comes to this synastry.

I had so much fun writing this and missed posting :) Please lmk if you guys want a pt 2 and have you also experience some of the observations?

[patchw0rks]

Ok, reread of scum villain vol. 2 has been accomplished. Here are my thoughts and just things I wanted to note down (disclaimer: make sure to read these knowing the important context that liushen is my favorite ship lol)

I can't get over the Shen-Mu-Liu trio. Those are SQQ's BOYS and watching them interact is very fun. I also love that Mu Qingfang is medicine-pilled in the way that Shen Qingqiu is monster-pilled. Little did we know LQG is actually the most normal of the three

Shen "im just here to cause problems" Qingqiu saying "I know to get my way all i have to do is bat my pretty eyelashes at YQY and he will fold like a house of cards"

SQQ basically telling LQG that he's so strong so he must row the boat, and LQG is just absolutely FUMING because of how attracted he is to SQQ

SQQ referring to LQG as gege ah my heart

More of SQQ causing problems by trying stick Yang Yixuan onto LQG, which I love because you KNOW that in his grief post-Hua Yue City LQG went "fucking WATCH me"

Ngl I've read enough fanfic to realize that people don't really capture LQG's full personality. The usually make him so shy and tsundere that he's barely able to get a word in (Lan Zhan gets similar treatment) but no, he's just as catty as the rest of them

I need to figure out the timeline of how long Shen Yuan had been reading PIDW, it's endlessly important to me

LQG and MQF being like "our beloved little shixiong, please don't fret your pretty little head, just sit there and relax"

There really is some excellent physical comedy in SVSSS, like when SQQ is confronted by LBH and just defenestrates himself. You know that one scene in Angel Beats? Yeah it's exactly that

Qi Qingqi's eyebrows have now been brought up for a second time and it screams gender envy to me. Why are you as a "cis man" admiring a women's eyebrows so thoughtfully? So much to where it's the first thing you bring up about her appearance?

"Why?! Why were two grown men neurotically discussing a pice of clothing while surrounded by staring eyes?" never change Shen Yuan

I'm actually such a simp for Liu Qingge, i'm literally highlighting every mention of him and every word he speaks. I did not appreciate the Liuber my first time reading. He's also so incredibly tsundere "huff puff i can't believe you can't even ride your sword...get on"

Ugh I actually cried while reading the big confrontation. This did not happen my first read, but man it just got me. Also the very subtle POV switch that happens so we don't get any insight into SQQ's thoughts as he prepares to self-detonate

Mushroom Shen Qingqiu!!!! My Beloved!!!!!!! Def one of my favorite parts of the whole series. I think there are so many ways to play around with this character (hence my AU) but also there's this degree of freedom about it where even his internal dialogue is much more loose and less concerned with acting the part

Oh my...he referenced the succubus adventure...

Im sorry how did I completely black out the scene of LQG and SQQ playing hot potato with his corpse?!!?! Remember what I said about physical comedy!!

"Even a few hours ago, he genuinely wouldn't have cared where others (especially those of the same sex) touched him. They could touch wherever they liked, please go ahead" -- Things only said by straight who are 100% comfortable in their sexuality. Yeah. Totally

There are still good moments of seeing SQQ's dissociating himself from the events of the series and just treating everything and everyone as if it weren't "real," and how these thought patterns shift. Once again I think this would be a very fun thing to play around with and explore more

LIU QINGGE!!!! STOP MAKING ME SAD!!!!!!!! HE YEARNS SO MUCH

[em1989ts]

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐭. 3

five hargreeves x fem! reader smut

part one. part two. masterlist

word count: 3.5k

summary: it would be unsafe of you and five to have unprotected sex in the apocalypse, but luckily you find a condom while scavenging, giving you both just the excuse you need

contents: smut, characters are 18+, protected sex, grinding, enemies to ??

author's note: i've been adding like 20 words a day to this fic for months but now i finally sat down and finished it up so yippee hope you enjoy, also i know condoms expire, let's just pretend they don't, also i didn't proofread before posting cause i just want to get it out there but hopefully it matches it with the first two lol

That night was simply instinct. You weren’t thinking right. Because if you were, you wouldn’t have done anything remotely close to being intimate with the likes of Five. 

Maybe it was because you were desperate, that him being the only man left in the world ruined your standards, but you couldn’t get the thought of his touch out of your deprived mind. 

The two of you woke up that morning with limbs completely entangled, yet without a word you separated and proceeded your day as normal, like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before. 

He immediately began his attempts at fixing the ripped tarp, to prepare for the windy night ahead, ruffling through the stashes of supplies to find whatever could mend it together efficiently. 

His face was concentrated, seemingly completely focussed on the task at hand. You didn’t happen to notice the moments his hands would pause due to being so lost in thought he couldn’t resume motion. 

Occasionally he would sneak a quick look over at you, currently fixing together whatever you could find in your rations to create a suitable breakfast for the two of you. Before, he would only look to make sure you weren’t mixing anything inedible into his portion (something he wished he’d done before he almost swallowed a rusted screw you had put in his oatmeal), but now, he was only looking at you. 

He’d never wanted to look at you in any way other than disgust, your behavior had always overshadowed your appearance, but his bias couldn’t overcome the fact that he was incredibly attracted to you. 

His father had given him and his siblings “the talk”, in an elaborate lesson on sexual education, so he was very aware of the consequences of unprotected sex. It was too dangerous to attempt it in the apocalypse, and he doubted any form of protection had survived the end of the world. He would have to live out the rest of his life here in this dreaded wasteland with his fist as his only form of satisfaction. 

~~

While you made breakfast, you too stole glances at Five, waiting for him to possibly say anything at all about last night. 

You thought after using each other t̶o̶ g̶e̶t̶ o̶f̶f̶  for warmth that maybe things would open up between the two of you, at least a bit. Once you had actually thought about it, that might’ve been the only time the two of you had actually touched each other without trying to cause harm. You blame your human instincts on your need to feel him again. You didn’t realize how badly you missed physical touch until you were wrapped in his arms, feeling him all over. 

Now, you craved him, you needed him. 

Maybe you couldn’t have him inside you, but you’d find a way. 

~~

Breakfast was quiet that morning. There was no back and forth bickering, snide remarks that the other couldn’t help but start an argument about, just utter silence. 

Five inspected his food, there were no nails or rocks mixed in with the old porridge packets you’ve rationed, and it didn’t smell metallic or chemical, so he ate it as slowly as a starving man could. 

Rations were running low, having not left the base much due to the freezing cold, but the weather had cleared up, and the sun was shining bright. The snow had already begun to melt from the burning rays, clearing up the streets slightly, so the two of you would just be able to drag your wagon through to scavenge nearby. 

Five meticulously set up this current base in a spot where there were several convenience stores and gas stations within a couple miles in every direction, you couldn’t help but give him credit for his well-thought planning. 

Today, the plan was to head south for at most five miles and bring whatever the two of you can fit in the wagon back to the base. The most important items you two had to search for were food, water, and anything you keep you both warm. 

You took your bowl along with Five’s and tossed it with your other dishes, while he got up to grab his coat and the wagon which the two of you had been using as storage in its dormancy. 

“This isn’t a beauty pageant,” Five commented rudely, waiting by the base’s opening for you to put on your coat when he noticed you fixing up your hair, “It’s not like you would win, anyway.” 

He expected you to glare at him, slap him, and tell him how you’d win against him any day of the week, but you didn’t. 

You tied off your hair, brushed a few fly-aways out of your face, and walked right past him and out the base. 

He didn’t expect that, and he definitely didn’t like it. 

Once he figured you weren’t going to wait for him, he quickly grabbed the handle to the wagon and followed your path. 

He watched as you walked in between the smashed up vehicles, eyeing the compass from time to time, paying zero attention to him.

What was your problem? You’re too good to fight with him now? Was that it? Too good to pay any mind to whatever he had to say? 

It wasn’t like you could ignore him forever, he was the only other living being on Earth after all. He would get you to talk eventually, he would get you to refer to him in a way that wasn’t just a matter of survival. 

~~ 

The sun was bearing down on you harshly, yet the wind was ten times worse. The bandana over your face protected you from the sharp bite of the cold, but your eyes burned from their exposure. A new, unventured gas station was just up ahead, yet with the conditions you were walking through it might as well have been a planet away. 

As you were walking up the driveway, Five following suit with the empty wagon, you gazed inside the dark store. “Shit,” you grumbled, noticing the rather significant burn marks along the walls, the peeling advertisements on the glass windows, “This place burned pretty bad.” 

Five couldn’t tell if you were talking to yourself or if you meant to direct your complaints at him. Either way it was progress. 

“Let’s just see if there’s anything salvageable,” he responded, motioning his arm to insist that you head inside first, only for you to let the door slam shut in his face. 

You started examining the state of the store, walking past the register to see the wooden countertop charred, yet intact. He entered, pulling the wagon behind him and immediately heading the opposite direction, towards the wall of drinks. The glass doors of the refrigerators were cracked and blackened, yet they seemed to have done a good job in protecting the drinks, which were in perfect condition. He immediately dropped the handle of the wagon and drank from one of the waters on the shelf, refreshing his dry, aching throat. 

Meanwhile, you had begun making your way through the aisles, noticing he was busy precisely placing as many bottles of water in perfect rows in the bed of the wagon. Unfortunately, many of the snack options had been burnt to crisps. You walked in between the first couple aisles, filled with nothing but ash and remnants of cardboard, picking out anything edible and carrying it in your arms, not wanting to make a trip to the wagon.

Once you got to the middle aisle, you noticed that it must have avoided the worst of the flames, because there were several items still perfectly intact hanging from the pegs. Luckily, there were several packages of ibuprofen and antacids, as well as a large supply of first aid materials like bandages and ointment. While you crouched to the ground and filled your pockets with the useful materials, you scanned the aisle for other items that could be deemed useful. There were lip balms of a variety of flavors, razors which Five could never have enough of, eye drops and cough drops, and one more thing that stopped you. Your hand paused right before it wrapped around the items in the box. As your brain had caught up with your motions, you registered what it was — condoms. 

You allowed your hand to move again to inspect the small, square package. It was pristine, with not a scratch on the box. It felt almost awkward to hold, embarrassing to inspect, as your face flushed a few shades brighter. You knew what it was, of course, but a part of you assumed that every last condom on Earth had been destroyed, crushing the possibility of you ever having safe sex in this unsafe world. Now that you held one in your hand, that small hope that Five could give you what you wanted, and so desperately needed, was reignited. However, you would rather be all alone in this apocalypse again than face Five, holding up the form of protection as if it were your savior, and ask him to fuck you. You would rather die than face that embarrassment. 

“Find anything?” 

His voice appeared out of the blue. Or maybe it didn’t. 

Maybe you were just too lost in your own head to notice how he’d peered his head into the aisle to see you so deeply in thought, holding something you had found in your hand. 

Maybe he had gently dropped the handle of the wagon to the floor, and made his walking quietly to stand behind you, as your peripheral vision seemed to be long gone as well. 

Maybe when he noticed what you had in your hand, it all clicked for him. Your problem wasn’t that you were too good for him, it was that you were too horny for him. You were so bummed out about the fact he couldn’t risk being inside you while you were dry humping each other into oblivion that you were ignoring him entirely. He looked down over you, barely believing the fact that you were so out of it at the possibility of being able to fuck him. 

He couldn’t blame you. He himself was ecstatic, with only a smirk and slightly larger bulge to show for it. 

When he finally spoke, it shattered your thoughts, abruptly pulling you from your inner turmoil. 

You jumped, dropping the condom and almost dispersing your collection of items across the tile floor. Instead, you quickly stood up, tossing your items into the wagon, and walking off without a word. 

~~~

The walk back to the base was agonizing. The sun had gradually set, cooling the Earth once more, leaving the two of you to freeze. The tips of your nose and ears were red and numb, even your hat and bandana couldn’t protect you from the harsh winds. 

You hadn’t spoken a word to Five, although he hadn’t tried to make conversation either. He found it hilarious that he could see your scowl, specifically through your furrowed brows above your bandana, yet you couldn’t see the grin under his. 

Once you finally made it back to the base, you immediately took the wagon from his grasp and pulled it over to your rations, where you began going through everything you’d scavenged. After a few minutes of concentrated sorting, you looked over your shoulder to see Five standing there watching you work. 

“Did you need an invitation to help or..?” you sarcastically said, his silence aggravating you. 

He lowered his bandana and began removing his gloves, “Oh, so now you want to talk.” 

You scoffed, resuming your work, “I’m sorry you missed my voice so much, I didn’t realize how much you crave my attention.” 

He walked over to the collection of clothing the two of you keep close to the rations and tossed his jacket, hat, and gloves on top of the pile. 

You were worried. Usually when the two of you fought he looked violent, angry, like he hated exchanging insults with you. Now, he looked far too amused, raising your suspicions. 

He laughed under his breath, ignoring your previous claim as he leaned against the concrete wall and stared at you. 

You had completely lost concentration on what you were doing, turning your focus to Five. “What’s funny?” you asked, clearly not getting what was so amusing to him.

“How much of a brat you are when you don’t get your way.” 

That one sentence lit a fire of pure anger in your eyes, a flame that he’d missed more that he’d like to admit. 

He stalked toward you as you stood up, already gearing up to smack the shit out of him. 

“I’m not-” 

“You are,” he interrupted, stepping closer while continuing to taunt you, adding fuel to the fire. 

“I am not-” 

“You are. You’re mad you don’t get fucked so you decide to shut down and-” 

Before he can finish his sentence, your hands are already on him, shoving him till he stumbles backward in an attempt to regain his balance. In an immediate response, he pushes you back in retaliation, only for you to shove him over with all your might. 

He falls backward and lands on the very edge of the makeshift bed. Your gaze is filled with rage, face flushing with anger, until you see what fell from his pocket as he hit the bed. 

A condom. 

The small box that you had dropped when he confronted you in the aisle, he had picked up and hid in his pocket, bringing it back to the base with him. 

Your shoulders dropped, breathing fast as you looked up at him. 

He was now leaning back on his elbows on the rough blankets, smiling up at you with that smug smile he always wore when he was right about something. In any other case, you would have wanted nothing more than to smack him black and blue, wiping that smirk off his face. However in this scenario, you found a more efficient way to occupy his lips. 

Immediately, you rushed forward and crashed your lips onto his. He pulled you between his legs, wrapping his arms tight around your torso, and leaned backward fully until you were both horizontal against the bed. 

This wasn’t like the last time you kissed. 

Last time, kissing was a last resort. It was that little bit of sensual connection you both needed to push you both over that very edge of pleasure. 

Now, it was only the beginning. It was messy, desperate, and greedy as the two of you swapped spit and swirled tongues. Your hands held the sides of his neck as you pulled his face against yours, while his gripped your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear if he ever let go. 

He moved one hand from your waist to push up off the bed, sitting up and pulling your legs around his waist. He dipped you slightly, holding you firmly against his chest with one arm to lean down and pick up the condom, all while keeping his mouth firmly against yours. He placed it down next to him, bringing his hand back to your body, unzipping your coat and tossing it aside. 

The long sleeve shirt came off next, as you unwillingly separated yourself from Five’s lips, lifting yourself up to sit on top of him, hands pressing down on his chest, pinning him down to the bed. 

In the heat of the moment, after stripping each other completely bare, feeling the chill of the breeze that crept through the cracks of the base brush your skin, you had completely forgotten you had ever been upset with this man. Any rage you’d previously felt when you looked at him, completely vanished. Your hatred towards him was gone. 

Now, you were straddling the waist of an angel. A beautiful, masculine angel laying underneath you like he was a gift from God, sent to save you from this hell on Earth. 

His hair was played out around his head like a halo, grown shaggy, yet there was barely any stubble decorating his face. His skin was flush and fair, eyes perfectly dilated as they looked up to you, bare above him.  

His hands moved from your waist to your breasts, toying with you as he listened for your soft gasps, hips jolting against his at every spark of pleasure. The only items of clothing separating the two of you now were your underwear and his boxers. You laid back slightly, leanly against his bent knees for support, and grinded your core against him, feeling your warm slick soaking through the fabrics between you. 

His groans were heavenly, his head leaned back, enjoying the pressure from your hips, mindlessly twisting and pulling at your nipples, eliciting whines from you. 

He began to lift his hips to meet yours, increasing the friction and stimulation to your core. His eyes met your face, eyes lost in a daze, your face blushed and concentrated on reaching your high. 

Just before you could reach that high, about to topple over the very edge, he pulled you back down against him and flipped you both over. 

That was when you remembered he’s still the same man you’ve been stuck here with. A man who is a completely selfish asshole that the only physical contact you want to initiate with him is a smack right across his smug face. 

“Are you fucking kiddin-” He cut you off with a strong kiss, which he didn’t break as he removed the condom from its boxed and peeled open the wrapper. He pulled away and sat on his knees, bringing his sexual education lessons back from his memory and placed the condom on correctly, before lining himself up with your entrance and leaning back over you, lining his face up with yours. 

“You don’t have to do this,” he assured you. 

This might have been the only time you witnessed him acting like an actual, decent human being. And while you appreciated the gesture of consent, you couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Five,” you breathed out, eyes pleading, “I need it.” 

And with that, he slid himself between your folds a few times before carefully pushing in. You thought his fingers were big last night, but now with his cock barely halfway inside you, the sensation was mind numbing. Your arms wrapped around his back as he filled you up entirely, barely audible gasps filling his ear. He stilled once he was all the way in, concentrating heavily on not immediately spilling into the condom, ruining this entire moment, but the way your cunt squeezed around him, not wanting to let him, made it very hard not to break. 

After a moment he slowly began to move, pulling out slowly, before pushing right back in, somehow feeling even deeper as he hit a spot deep within you that sent a wave of pleasure over your entire body. 

He buried his face into your neck, sucking and biting in the sensitive skin, as your hands moved up to thread through his hair, tugging gently. 

Once the both of you got used to the feeling, he began moving faster, getting rougher. With each thrust into you, he groaned out into your ear as you met his movements with the same force. It was animalistic, greedy, intimate, you felt so close to him that you were practically melting into each other. 

When the thrusts became erratic and the whines and groans grew higher in pitch, it was clear neither of you could last much longer. He met his lips with your, barely touching, just enough to let his moans mix with yours, just as they had last night. His hands reached to grip your hips, pinned them down, allowing him to piston into you, chasing you to the edge as you let go around him. 

Your eyes squeezed shut, head leaning back, giving him access to continue marking your neck. The sensation from you cumming around him undid him, as he finally groaned into your neck and spurted into the condom, his hips finally spurting to a slow stop. 

He collapsed on top of you, his weight grounding you back to reality as you realized what just happened. After a moment, he slowly pulled out, removing the condom before immediately laying on you once more. With his cheek pressed flat against your collarbone, his breathing steadied, quickly falling asleep with a strangely unfamiliar look of peace expressed on his unconscious face.

This time around, you weren’t sure what this changed between the two of you, but you decided it could wait. 

You two had all the time in the world after all. 

~~~

tags: @lveegsoi @aureliariddlehargreeves @groovydazephantom @lovingyeet @venture-venus @greek-girl-dreams

[strwberri-milk]

Hiya! So I just read the post about the arranged marriage trope qith Sylus and Zayne x reader (non-mc), would it be possible to request the same but for Caleb, Rafayel and Xavier? If Three is too much then just Caleb and Rafayel? 👀🥺

Thank you!! I love your writing 🧡

Caleb could be manipulated into it if something else is at stake. If he weighs the value of his happiness as less than the happiness or benefit of the outcome, then he'll agree. You would be able to tell in the way he acts though. He's not very interested in getting to know you but he isn't outright cruel. Thankfully, he's willing to take care of you, putting aside money for you to use to buy groceries, a bit of spending money, just little things like that.

You wish you could see him more often than just in passing. He didn't seem ever interested in talking to you, going to his private room all the time. He barely knows anything about you outside of your name, not making any efforts to figure it out. He might notice things in shared spaces that you like or things getting used up that need to be replaced.

There's a very slight chance you could begin a tentative friendship with him. You'd have to be manipulated the same way he is or not one of the people directly responsible for the predicament he's in. If you both come from a similar position, he's more amenable to hearing you out. Other than that though, you'd live basically with a roommate who takes care of you a little more affectionately than a perfect stranger should.

Xavier expects it (based off the bit I know from his myth). He isn't happy about it, but he'll do it for the greater good, similar to Caleb. He tries to be a good husband, wanting to be kind and attentive but he turns out to be a bit more friendly. He doesn't really try to cover up by becoming sickly sweet and adoring and his habitual silence can be seen as offensive? You'd think he hates you and he doesn't really, he's just not happy with the situation.

He can be convinced to spend time with you at least, the two of you sitting in awkward silence as you try to learn things about him. He just never actively tries but at least he answers questions if you start pushing for them. He wouldn't really be interested in falling in love but it could happen as you two spend time together. At the very least he could become a close friend and confidant, someone you feel comfortable speaking to at least.

Rafayel is vehemently against it from the beginning. This will be the cause of outwardly hostile and cold treatment from him. He doesn't really talk to you and makes it a point to avoid you, not caring about your role - or lack thereof - that you play in this whole situation of his. He isn't at all interested in getting to know you and he opposes it all the way down the metaphorical aisle.

If somehow, the marriage ends up going through he just buys you a different home to live in and sticks you there. He sends money out of obligation/whatever you need but really, you just feel like a bird in a gilded cage. He rarely sees you and only makes appearances when he's practically being threatened to look like a happy husband. He'll tolerate it for that time and then that's about it.

If he's already in love with someone else there's really no hope. He doesn't look at you like a person even, more focused on what he's missing. He would have ran away quite early on to be with his lover, practically dead to the world in favour of them. If he isn't, he just sees you as his jailer, keeping his distance and refusing to give you the chance to get close to him. He doesn't do well with people telling him what to do and to him, this is ultimately the worst thing you could do to him.

[unhinged-academic-of-waterdeep]

hi! i was wondering if you still do requests? I'd like to offer a prompt....Gale naming all the parts he loves about you (especially someone thicker if you can) as he kissing all over your body? Weaving words so to speak...thank you for all your lovely posts!

Of course my darling! I hope this fulfills your prompt!

Slight nsfw under the cut (but mostly sweet fluff!)

Being married to one of the most prolific and beloved professors Blackstaff academy had ever seen, and the frequent dinners and academic ceremonies were definitely such a perk. However, the dress code had always been a less than exciting factor, so rigid and inflexible, and seemingly tailored to someone inhabiting a much smaller body than you. Gale had done his part of course, encouraging, complimenting. But despite his best efforts you always seemed to end up where you were now, in front of an unforgiving mirror, scrutinizing, dreading the robes still hanging on the door beside you.

“My darling,” your husband’s sweet voice came from the bathroom, followed by his appearance in the doorway. It almost made you jealous, how mouthwateringly gorgeous he looked in his robes, all swooping purples and gold, hair pulled back into a half up bun, streaks of gray shining at his temples. Upon seeing you, still in your underwear, his face immediately softened, whatever question or prompting vanishing from his tongue.

“Darling,” he prompted softly. “As much as I would delight in that being your chosen outfit for the evening,” a delicate pause, to take in your form, drinking his fill as if he were a parched man and you were his first chance at a drink. “I do believe there is a dress code.” The weight of regret in his voice nearly made you laugh, although you had to admit you could not see yourself through his eyes right now.

“I know..” you trailed off, feeling suddenly silly, scared of a piece of clothing. “I just..” you did not need to answer, Gale closing the distance between the two of you. Fingers brushing your bare sides as tenderly as if you were one of his precious books.

“It seems my beautiful love needs a reminder.” His lips pressed into your hair, hands maneuvering you to face yourself in the mirror, his form looming behind you.

“Gale, we’ll be late!” you admonished, suddenly quite embarrassed.

“Nonsense,” your lover replied. “they need me to start, they can wait.” His lips trailed to your neck.

“I need to remind my beautiful darling, how delectable they are.” The barest hint of teeth against your skin made you shiver. “starting with this beautiful neck. And these wonderful shoulders, strong enough to carry the world upon them.” His eyes locked with yours in the mirror, a humorous smile. “well, my world anyways.” You couldn’t help but laugh.

Fingers lace with yours, bringing your hand to his lips. He kissed your knuckles tenderly, one arm wrapping close around your waist, the other locked around your wrist.

“These clever fingers.” His breath hot against your fingers. “these delightfully wicked fingers. Beautifully strong hands. Capable.” The blush had begun to spread from your cheeks down your neck. Suddenly, you were no longer in his grasp, Gale moving so he could face you. Sinking slowly to his knees. Lips trailing down your chest, leaving small expletives in their wake. Pressing his desire into your skin.

His lips paused on your stomach, his directness making you want to cringe away, were it not for soft hands settling on your hips holding you in place. Bright brown eyes meet yours, utterly pinned in place.

“All these soft curves,” as much as you want to doubt his devotion it remains written across his face. Like you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. “just for me.” His lips press softly against your stomach, moving to the stretchmarks on your upper thigh.

“all this time..” when he speaks again it is soft, almost as if it isn’t for your benefit. “and you still do not know, I have made study of beauty, in texts, in sculpture, in poetry…” he trails off, and just as you think his lips will travel to exactly where you want them to.. gentle hands grasp your leg lifting it so that you are resting your foot against his knee.

“I have read one thousand words describing the ultimate human form, witnessed illustrations from the great artist, and none of them rival you, my dear.” The feeling of lips against the side of your knee startles you back from his sweet words, he leans down to press more kisses, one to your shin, another to your ankle, to the top of your foot. Before leaning back to take you in fully.

“if the poets could but glance your shadow they would spend eons trying to capture your beauty.” Letting your foot down he rose back up onto his knees, lips pressing back onto your stomach, before rising to his full height. “I know that you cannot see it darling, but I do, and I will spend my life telling you.” A solid promise, a vow. Then, a light of humor passes across his face.

“I know you dislike the robes, they are less than flattering on anyone, I must admit.” Mirth sparks behind those clever brown eyes that you love so much. “But you can’t fault them, my darling, because if they saw you like you allow me to, in your fullest of glories… then they would get nothing done, and these ceremonies are long enough as it is.” That, startled a laugh out of you, as he leaned down to capture your lips with his own. A sweet kiss, and perhaps, reassurance.

[legrzybek]

{imagine me showing up with a very polite bow okok!} {since I have a lot of headcanons around it, I’ve found myself wondering; what’s your thoughts on how two time reacted Before encountering Azure in a round? That brief window of time where they were forsaken, but before they knew He was there? And their change in behavior if any after the fact?} {I just think it’s a fun idea! :D}

{ps hope you have a good day :)}

THIS TOOKME SO LONG TO ANSWER IM SO SORRY i remember getting this ask whiile typing this one post and was like oh wowie i kinda described a bit of that there soo i'll try to add onto it a bit AAAH

so yeaH again,,,,before azure came along, they were trying to repress a lot of things regarding him & what happened ('it's not that i don't remember, it's that i don't want to remember' hmmmm) and the only thing that they could desperately cling onto was their belief in the spawn, only fueled more by the false power that the spectre gave them,,,they were also extremely secretive and unwilling to talk about themselves at all, avoiding questions and getting defensive if somebody was especially persistent

and also.it's not like they constantly yapped and yapped about the spawn tbh they were very aware of the weird looks they got whenever they said something about their faith and that did irk them, even if they tried not to show it,, they still mentioned the spawn to others when for example expressing gratitude(like the in-game dialogue) but usually, they talked & prayed to themselves

when they first saw azu they felt.a lot of things,,,,they honestly couldn't believe that it's really him standing before them again,,they were happy that he's back, that perhaps the spawn has rewarded him with a second chance too,,,,but they also felt absolutely horrid for what they did to him in the first place.and.that feeling only became heavier after hearing what he had to say about them, how much he has to suffer because of them and now despises them for it

their facade was beginning to crumble, repressing who they truly are was barely possible anymore, all the memories and feelings they tried to push away flooded back,,,,,their instability could now be outwardly seen, they often completely broke down, horribly guilty and ashamed of themselves,,the crisis and doubt they held for their faith that they also previously repressed was only intensifying after seeing what happened to azure bc. they wholeheartedly believed that they were the only one that deserved the pain, not their beloved, so why did their god do that to him????IMMSTRUGGLING WITH thE WORDS SORR BUT I HOPE U GET THE GIST

they weren't one to really stick close with the group even before this, but they've started disappearing during intermissions even more frequently. it's often that the others found them away from the main cabin, sitting in the forest or near the water, blankly staring in front of themselves,,once they realized someone's approaching, they instantly switched their demeanor, that forced smile appearing on their face again,,,after azure's appearance though, they didn't even do that anymore. a lot of the time, they were unresponsive when somebody tried talking to them in this state,,,,, they only continued to stare at nothing, just.stuck in their own mind

okthats All because IM STRUGGLING AHHHHHHHHHH SORRYIF ITS ASS AND AGAIN.APOLOGIES THAT THIS TOOK SO DAMN LONG HFGJDGFJF

I HOPE U HAVE A VERY NICE DAY TOO !!!!!!!!!!! ^_^ YAYA

[zazaiafe2]

How to induce lucid dreaming?? For who never induced it.

I had prepared a post this morning about this so I will answer you right here.

Are you struggling to shift ? And are you having trouble with lucid dreams?

Here’s a nearly foolproof method based on micro-awakenings.

-> It’s inspiredm by the research of Michael Raduga ("The Phase").

If you already have lucid dreams but have never managed to shift through them,

I invite you to check out my latest blog on lucid dreaming:

"How to shift through lucid dreams."

It's this book

1) Who is this method for?

- For those who haven't managed to shift yet

- For those who struggle with lucid dreaming

- For those interested in entering a lucid dream

No need to have already succeeded.

This method puts you in the ideal state to shift from a lucid dream

(and even just to enter a lucid dream)

2) Before sleeping: prepare your body and mind

✅ 1 hour before sleeping, avoid:

– Screen

– Sugar

– Caffeine

→ Basically, anything stimulating

✅ Do some light stretching

✅ Drink a bit of water

✅ Read a book or relax

✅ Listen to theta or alpha waves or brown noise

Here are some examples of what you can listen to

3) Programmed wake-up: WBTB

Set an alarm 6 hours after going to bed

(or adjust according to your sleep rhythm)

This is the "Wake Back To Bed" technique

-> You’ll wake up on purpose at the right moment in your cycle

4) What to do when you wake up?

When the alarm rings:

– ❌ Don’t look at your phone except to turn off the alarm

– ✅ Get up slowly

– ✅ Do a calm activity (3minimum to 50 minutes max):

-> go to the bathroom, drink some water, walk a bit

-> Dim light, silence, no screen,

you can meditate a bit or do guided breathing once you got up.

5) Back to bed + clear intention

Lie down in a comfortable position

Close your eyes and mentally repeat:

-> "At the next micro-awakening, I will stay still and have a lucid dream."

Or any other affirmation that resonates with you.

You're preparing your mind to catch a natural micro-awakening.

6) What is a micro-awakening?

It’s when you wake up very briefly during the night, sometimes:

– Because it’s cold

– You roll over

– You pull the blanket

But you fall back asleep quickly…

-> On average, you have 4 to 6 per night

This is the key to entering a lucid dream

quite easily, even for people who are really struggling

7) How to use it to induce a lucid dream?

When you feel a micro-awakening:

-> Do not move! Keep your eyes closed.

Then apply one of the following techniques (choose according to your style) ->

8) When you realize you are in a lucid dream:

-> Stabilize the dream (look at your hands, rub them, touch the ground)

-> Then use your preferred method to shift from the dream

-> I invite you to check out my video where I talk about techniques to shift from a lucid dream

1️⃣ Quick visualization:

-> Imagine yourself in your dream, walking or touching something.

-> Add sound, movement, and sensations.

2️⃣ Rolling out of the body (OBE style):

-> Imagine that you're rolling or sliding out of your bed or your body.

-> Do it as a mental movement, not a physical one.

3️⃣ Direct auto-suggestion:

-> Say mentally:

-> "I am lucid now."

-> "I am dreaming."

And observe if an image or scene starts to form.

9) Small tip:

- Don't force yourself: gentleness= efficiency . If after one or two minutes in your micro-awakening you're still not in a dream, go back to sleep and try again at the next micro awakening.

- Even if you don’t shift, you're training your brain.

-Consistency > perfection.

- And if you have a false awakeningor a normal dream, .stay in the flow.

Everything brings you closer to shifting and/or lucid dreaming.

10) A few small things to do to increase your chances:

1) Write down your dreamsand train yourself to remember them.

2) Set a positive intention before sleeping, before going back to sleep, and at each micro-awakening.

3) Analyze your dreams(why such and such events appear).

4) Create anchors (like reality checks, for example).

Happy shifting

[medievalknightssword]

TILL IS ALIVE AND HE LOVED IVAN CANON (not delusional)

In the new episode “karma” there’s this once particular scene that caught my attention. Somewhere along the lines of Issac’s speech, he says “to love”, to which the screen presented Sua. Which makes sense bc Sua really did love Mizi. The entire reason the series played out the way it did was bc of Sua’s love for Mizi that drove her to sacrifice herself (so the phrase “to love” is definitely ab Sua). But when he said “and to be loved” the screen featured Ivan. And although it could be vaguely interpreted as Ivan’s love to Till, I find it much more unlikely since the camera is focused on Ivan just as it was on Sua.

And as if it can’t get any more glaringly obvious, near the ending, there are several new characters (who appear to be the new generation of entertainers created from the concoctions of the original main character’s dna). The one that caught my eye the most was the pink haired one. Who looks suspiciously like an inspiration taken directly off Ivan and Mizi.

And when Till breaks in and spots the Ivan+Mizi kid staring through the glass, he shoots a fond smile in their direction, reminded of the two very people who made his heart race. Encouraging the theory even more that Till loved both Mizi AND Ivan. It’s just that he was just too late to realize it.

And let’s be fr rn Till’s feelings for Mizi are quite shallow. His feelings for her are more of an idolization and admiration than an actual deep seated love like how this post I found on Pinterest explains perfectly (Shoutout to Dreamcatcher btw). He uses Mizi and her enthusiastic facade as a kind of solace to escape the horrors of alien stage and therefore holds no actual interest to get to know her as a real person in fear or spoiling the idea or her he’s created in his head. Which is a stark contrast to his views on Ivan. They have a sort of love-hate relationship between them and Till seems rather avoidant or sometimes even hostile towards him at times. I believe it’s because Till sees Ivan as a constant lingering reminder of his harrowing and unforgiving reality, the very thing he’s desperate to ignore (yk with Ivan’s self-destructive pessimism and all). While I admit ivantill isn’t the most healthiest ship, (which is unsurprising. I’d be more shocked to see an actual perfectly functional ship develop in such circumstances than some other twisted form of love like we see in the three main ships) it’s definitely more genuine and intense.

(I’m not the best at theorizing so let me know if I’m wrong or if I missed anything :3)

[im-addicted-2u]

PREVIEW; how do you talk to a star? | f.w.

fred weasley x reader

warnings: no use of y/n, non-gryffindor reader (house unspecified), model student reader, potentially inaccurate portrayal of ootp because it’s been about eight years since i read it, INCOMPLETE! w.c. 736 author's note: i wanted to prove that i'm still writing since this fic has been taking me awhile...here's a short preview of my next post! inspired by a certain blog i won't tag until the final post.

That weekend, the Valentine’s Day Hogsmeade trip took place on the 17th. You went alone, solely for the fact that the only person you’d really want to go with wasn’t in your good books at the moment—and you’re too scared to ask him anyway. Still, your feet wandered to Zonko’s as if seeking him out; no dice.

With a roll of your eyes at your antics, you instead retreated to Honeydukes, something more up your alley. The scent of chocolate hits your nostrils and the warm atmosphere soothes your chilly face. The February winter wasn’t nearly as bad as January’s, but the respite of a cozy chocolate shop was always welcome. You meandered in the aisles with the grace of a dancer, knowing its selection well enough to pick up your favorites with your eyes closed.

You were eying a collection of fruity dark chocolate bars when a hand slid up your back. Instinctually, you tensed and just about uttered a hex, but stopped once a familiar freckled face appeared in your vision.

“I would try the raspberry one. It speaks to me,” said Fred, his hand still on your back, and even through your thick winter coat, you felt the bruising heat of his skin.

“What are you doing here?” You attempted to sound annoyed, but only came across intrigued, much to Fred’s evident delight as he smiled back at you.

“I figured I’d find you around things like you.” His words were met with your blank stare, and he snorted. “Sweet. C’mon, that one was obvious.”

Oh. You looked back at the candy bars, which seemed even more enticing now that you were avoiding looking at Fred. You grabbed the raspberry bar and clasped it with both hands, the force of which would eventually snap it if you didn’t let up.

“Are you messing with me?” you accused him, the effect dampened by your raging blush.

“Messing with you? Oh, I’d never.” Fred pulled you into his side, arm thrown once again haphazardly over your shoulders.

“See, now you’re just lying straight to my face,” you replied.

“Lying to you? Oh, I’d never.” He sent a smirk your way that you reply to with an eye roll.

The Fred of your imagination was far more charming, but even the lightest of teasing that he’s given you so far is enough to fluster you, so perhaps that version of Fred would truly make you combust.

“Where’s your other half?” you asked. 

“Date. Angelina,” Fred answered shortly, picking up a chocolate bar with key lime pie filling and pulling a face. “So you’re stuck with me for the next couple of hours.”

“I’ll try not to enjoy myself too much,” you said dryly, attempting to move down the aisle only for Fred to tug you back into him. His warmth invaded your skin;  he smelled like something homey, a clean blanket and a fire winding down to embers. He could tell you weren’t really fighting.

He gave your arm a squeeze, winked when you looked over, and replied, “Trust me, I intend for you to enjoy yourself plenty. We’re starting at Honeydukes, then we’ll head to Zonko’s, take a walk, grab some butterbeer. I made the plan as soon as I saw you.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. You never thought in your wildest dreams that this would be happening. That Fred Weasley would hold you close in a chocolate shop and talk about the two of you alone together for hours.

“That sounds like a date.”

Fred shrugged. “Could be. I’m showing you more of life, remember? Every girl needs a good date.”

You scoffed. “What if I’ve been on a date already?”

Fred hummed, but the mischievous twinkle in his eye proved he wasn’t really thinking about it. He prepared a million answers before you even asked the question. “A good date?”

“Sure.”

“You may have had dates already, but I intend to be your best date,” said Fred.

“Oh yeah?” You pretended not to swoon, but you think he saw it in your eyes, because he pulled you a little closer, rested his head atop yours, as if you were the only two people in the world.

If his head wasn’t above yours, if you’d maybe inclined your head up a little, you would’ve seen the soft, genuine smile on Fred’s face as he replied, “Yeah.”

[sillygoofyqueer]

Uhhh hi! I've been seeing your mad scientist Wei Wuxian AU on my dash for a while now and I finally decided to screw it (and by it I mean all the stuff I am supposed to be reading for lab haha wdym I have stuff to do that isn't scrolling tumblr) and binge it all the way from the bottom and may I just say

AJSBWKDNXMDNDMDNDMMDMSMZMSDSNDNDMDMDMSMSSMSN I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE WAY YOUR GALAXY BRAIN WORKS TY FOR BLESSING US WITH YOUR THOUGHTS

(I might be going only slightly feral I promise (that is a lie I am vibrating with the joy this has brought me) but honestly if I could give you a cookie (or any other treat of your choice) I absolutely would)

Anyway I hope you know that I am giving your brain a gentle smooch and I hope you have a wonderful day ahead <3333 (also I am shamelessly asking for any more tidbits that you might be willing to throw our way. Pls and ty)

Sniffle sniffle.....I love you so much new person in my inbox AKA happy-bookworm...you're so kind and you've made me very happy. Who needs to read things to do with lab when you can read about blorbo being a mad scientist!?!? I certainly don't!! Be-Because I'm writing it, y'see, so it shows that I care much more about mad scientist Wei Wuxian than anything lucrative-

Anyway thank you so much for appearing in my inbox with such aggressive affection, like a cat that you stroked once and now will not leave you alone. It very much made me feel alive and like I could take on the world so you can take a post about the mad scientist man. When Wen Qing comes back to camp with Xue Yang and Wen Ning pressed into her sides, the most distressed she's ever been, Lan Wangji is concerned. He immediately walks over to assist in any way she can because he's worried and trying to learn how to react in an appropriate manner when it came to situations like this. Of course, then he sees that Xue Yang is clutching A-Yuan in only one hand because it is also being held up with a stump because Xue Yang is missing a hand. Wen Ning has some sort of stab wound in his side and looks incredibly pale, which is not a good sign, so Lan Wangji takes A-Yuan from the young boy and (despite how much he dislikes touch) hooks Wen Ning's arm around his shoulder to take his weight off Wen Qing. Wen Ning is obviously trying to stay upright on his own but his feet keep stumbling and dragging against the floor, and he's shaking against him.

A-Yuan is thankfully asleep and looks to be fine, so he supposes it's one less concern, but Wen Ning is getting more sluggish by the second and that's a big worry right now. They get to the medical tent, shoving aside bodies of all sects to the side with muttered apologies because they don't have time for courtesy and placing the two into patient beds. This is where Lan Wangji's ability to help drops off, because he has no medical knowledge, but Wen Qing does so he rocks A-Yuan with one hand while darting around to grab anything she snaps for so that he isn't just standing around and becoming more worried by the second. No, he's moving around and becoming more worried by the second. Wen Ning either falls unconscious or is knocked out by one of Wen Qing's needles - he isn't quite sure which, but Wen Qing isn't panicking so he assumes it's the latter - and Xue Yang is staring at nothing, not even reacting to the tight bandages tied around his wrist in place of his arm guard becoming red with his blood and having to be changed.

A-Yuan eventually wakes up and starts crying instantly, which is nothing but fair, and Lan Wangji is soon busy trying to soothe him to keep on staring at the two in the beds and letting his concern override his logic. He stumbles out of the medical tent with the only thought in his mind being "make A-Yuan feel better," and bumps into Wei Ying as the other boy is rushing over to the medical tent from information sent with one of the crows by Gege. Wei Ying actually stops to check over him, noticing the crying baby in his arms, and Lan Wangji feels inclined to say "I am going to get him some food" so he doesn't look like a horrible human being that can't soothe babies. Wei Ying nods, grips his arm tightly for a second, before darting off into the medical tent because he apparently does just trust Lan Wangji with A-Yuan even outside of emergencies and without his supervision. That is something to be unpacked later, because A-Yuan is still sobbing and he of course comes before anything.

The war camp is in complete disarray, and he has to just focus on A-Yuan because he does not stop crying as he's carried through the camp, breathing through any other thoughts at the back of his mind. The kitchen tent of the Lan is completely empty, everyone likely helping out outside, so he takes it upon himself to tuck A-Yuan into the front of his robes and go about making congee for the baby; it's not the first time he's made congee. Shufu had never been one for 'one-on-one time' (as Wei Ying would put it) that didn't involve learning of some kind - playing music, reading books, even just meditating with one another - and so one of the things they learned together as 'one-on-one time' was how to cook. It was entirely due to a spur of the moment decision that involved Lan Wangji accidentally dropping his food when he was young and getting rather upset over it because someone's time had been put into making it.

Shufu had found him in a state of emotional turmoil over it, and so led him to the kitchens both so he could apologise and then learn how to make the congee he had dropped so that he could do it himself if it happened again. Of course, Shufu also didn't know how to make congee, so this was the start of them learning how to make food together. It's easy to move through the steps of making the congee, muscle memory at this point, allowing him to enter a meditative state while he works through it, then waits for it to cool down before finally feeding it to a bawling A-Yuan. There's a moment of tenseness where he's ready to watch the baby start crying once again, but then A-Yuan relaxes and allows himself to be fed until the bowl is empty, before finally going back to sleep because there was truly nothing more to babies that doesn't involve eating, sleeping or crying.

Now that A-Yuan is asleep, however, there is nothing distracting Lan Wangji from what has just happened. He steps out into the general disorder of the camp, staring down at the bodies that he had pushed aside and walked over in his panic earlier, seeing faces that he recognises from just helping around camp. While the war camp is still a war camp, this has been where he has slept for the last few months. This is the safest place he has known since the war began. And now, not even this place is safe for him, for A-Yuan. He has a baby to look after now. He wants to go home. He wants to go home and cling to Shufu like he's a little boy who had a nightmare. He misses his mama. He doesn't know how long he stands there, staring at the corpses, before a familiar, gruff "Wangji?" breaks through the haze. He looks up sluggishly, and Nie Mingjue is looking at him with genuine concern in his eyes.

Whatever the man sees there, he doesn't seem to know what to do with it, because his eyes widen and he wraps an arm around Lan Wangji's shoulders. He's walked through the camp of death and piles of corpses until he's suddenly sitting down in a tent of sorts and Nie Mingjue is gone, saying something that sounds really muffled. He holds A-Yuan closer, hand stroking against his face, and then Gege is in front of him. His mouth is moving, forming the word 'A-Zhan?' He never calls him A-Zhan unless he's really worried. Why is he worried? Lan Zhan opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a strange sound and oh. Oh. It's a sob. He's crying. Even though he's now cognisant of it, he can't seem to stop. He's wrapped up into Gege's arms and he just can't stop crying, face pressed against his shoulder and steadily getting the fabric there wet.