#I MEAN IT THEY ARE TWO OF MY TOP FAVORITES

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~imgonnagetyouback by Taylor Swift~

Author's Note: requested! toxic as hell but so fun to write Summary: two times they broke up and got back together and one time they stayed apart Warnings: swearing, implied smut, toxic relationship Word Count: 4,283 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

One's first college romance can feel like dancing on top of clouds. The overwhelming amount of love, kisses, endless sleepless nights. Although, it can also feel like free falling with no parachute. Impossible and helpless.

She loved Luke like she’s never loved anyone before. He was the perfect person for her for so long. She has never felt so loved. She wanted nothing more than to never stop kissing his lips, tugging his hair, or feel his hands roam her frame. 

But maybe that’s all that kept them in love, the physical attraction. She no longer liked him as a person. He was cocky and full of himself, and would flirt with any tiny blonde that threw herself towards him. She hated it. 

She was slowly starting to hate him.

Which led to her standing in his dorm, letting the words slip from her lips. “God, Luke, it’s exhausting being with you!” she explained, her eyes filling with tears. Luke huffed as he rolled his eyes. 

“Do you think it’s easy being with you?” he offered, throwing his hands to the side. “You are so fucking needy! It’s exhausting! You wonder why I go out every weekend, it’s because I want to get away from you and your constant need for attention!” he spat. His eyes widened as he awkwardly ran his hand across his nose. 

He met her gaze, watching her eyes tear up. She clenched her jaw as her lip began to quiver. “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry I’m tired from practice-”

“Don’t try and take it back! You meant every fucking word,” she said slowly as she scanned his features, he took steps towards her, breathing heavily. “We’re fucking done,” she expressed her eyes scanning his features, her eyes landed on his lips for a few seconds. Suddenly craving the taste of his lips. He lowered his gaze towards her lips as well, leaning towards her.

She pulled his t-shirt from her frame, leaving her standing in her bra. His eyes widened as his gaze lowered to her frame. Admiring the lilac lace bra, desperately wanting to unclasp it from her frame. A reluctant smirk formed onto his lips

She slammed the t-shirt against his chest as she turned to leave the small dorm room. He stumbled back.  “Where are you going?” he gripped the shirt tightly as he took a step towards her. 

“Back to my room,” she uttered as if it was obvious. He shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. 

“What? No? Not like that?!” he countered as he held the t-shirt towards her. “Just put this back on,” he let out.

“I am fine like this,” she spat out as she took a step away from him again. 

“Y/N don’t be like that,” he mumbled, dangling the shirt towards her once more. She spun around meeting his desperate gaze. Squinting her eyes slightly, her eyes lowered towards the small pout on his lips. “Y/N, please,” he pleated. She clenched her jaw, glancing back down towards the t-shirt for a brief second before she took a hold of the door knob, swinging the door open. 

She walked out of the room, sauntering slowly, not caring if anyone spots her. She’ll admit it, she looked good. It was her favorite bra and it made her chest look out of this world. “Y/N!” he called out, peeking his head into the hallway. 

“I live four doors down, Luke, relax!” she shouted as she flipped him off. He chuckled dryly as he watched her walk away. He loved watching her walk away, the sway of her hips. He clenched his jaw as he leaned his head on the door frame. Biting his bottom lip, he watched her turn towards her door and push the door open stepping inside. 

Luke took in a deep breath as he reluctantly stepped back into the door, letting the door slowly shut behind him. He stared at the shirt in his hands, her radiant perfume illuminated the room. She always smelled so good, like vanilla and sandalwood. Not that he knew what sandalwood exactly smelled like but he knew that was the perfume she always wore.

He pulled the shirt open, staring at the Devils logo on the front. He swallowed hard as he tossed it onto the floor. He pulled his phone from his pocket, quickly dialing Jacob. He brought his phone to his ear. Jacob answered on the fourth ring, “Hughesy,” he let out simply.

“I need to go out tonight, you and the boys wanna join me?” Luke let out as he let out a long huff of air.

“What’s so urgent? I mean we’re always down to go,” he let out, shouting towards someone in the background. 

Luke clenched his jaw as he looked towards the ceiling. “Y/N and I broke up. I need to be drunk somewhere,” he let out. Jacob gasped slightly.

“Dude, are you alright?” Jacob asked suddenly. 

“Yeah, it was coming sooner than later,” he explained while he slowly sat down onto his bed. His eyes staring towards the t-shirt on the floor, his eyes filling with tears. “Yeah, alright, out by nine?” he asked, Jacob hummed before Luke ended the call. He dropped his phone beside him on the bed. He slowly laid onto his back staring towards the ceiling. He blinked away the tears as he repeatedly clenched his jaw.

~~~

He sat at the bar, his hair covered in a backwards hat. His frame was covered in a short sleeve plain black t-shirt and dark wash jeans. It was practically the same outfit he would always wear when he went to the bars. He was smiling at something Dylan had said but he didn’t quite hear it as the bartender handed him another beer. 

It was probably the fifth one he had alongside the shot of vodka waiting for him to take. “Uh oh,” Jacob mumbled as he stared towards the entrance to the bar.

“What?” Luke asked as he brought the beer towards his lips, he shifted his gaze towards where all of the boys were looking. He froze as his eyes landed on Y/N. He slowly pulled the beer from his lips as he couldn’t help but scan her frame. 

The tiny, oh so tiny, lilac skirt on her frame. He’s never seen something so small on her frame before. His gaze slowly, so slowly up her frame, staring at the skin of her stomach, peeking out between the top of her skirt and the ends of her skin tight lace white top. His eyes landed on her exposed chest, he imagined himself trailing his fingertips along her skin. At once, his eyes landed on her lips, they were glossed with a clear glitter color. He slowly watched her lips curl up into a wide grin. He finally met her gaze, watching her smile falter slightly at the sight of him.

He shifted in his seat, leaning forward against the bar top. He clenched his jaw tightly as he stared towards the Bud Light label on his beer bottle. His cheeks were flushed red as he ran his hand across his thigh. 

“Damn breaking up with you did her right,” Jacob teased, nudging him. Luke shoved him slightly as he not so reluctantly looked back towards Y/N. Three guys were standing around her and her friends. Luke clenched his jaw as his eyes stared towards her thighs, her gorgeous legs he could worship for hours. 

How could he ever make her cry? How could he ever do such things other than make her feel good. He took a deep breath as he slowly met her gaze. She smirked as she walked towards the opposite end of the bar, to order from the other bartender.

He took a hold of the small glass, pulling it towards his lips. He threw the shot back quickly, barely cringing at the taste. He rested the shot glass face down before he looked back towards Y/N. She was leaning against the bartop, her skirt barely covering the curve of her ass, he was safe to say in deep trouble. “Fuck,” he muttered as he clenched his jaw. He needed to speak with her. 

He stood up from his stool, chugging the rest of his beer. “She’s-” he mumbled as he battled on walking towards her or towards the bathroom to clear his head. He stood a foot away from his boys who were all staring towards him fighting laughter. He bit his bottom lip as he choked out, “She’s gonna be the death of me,” Luke mumbled as he wandered towards the other side of the bar. The boys began to wolf whistle. 

Luke flipped them off as he walked through the crowded bar. She was still leaning against the bar, practically bending over. He walked up behind her, pressing himself against her ass as he leaned towards her. She quickly spun away, ready to scold the random man but shocked to see Luke behind her. She leaned her back against the bartop as Luke quickly placed his hand on the counter, holding her in place. 

“Luke,” she let out breathlessly while she stared at his lips.

He leaned towards her, brushing his lips against hers, “You’re impossible,” he mumbled as he urgently pressed his lips against hers. Sweeping his tongue against hers as he pressed more of himself against her. A moan caught in her throat as she pressed her hands against his chest, shoving him back.

She stood breathing heavily as she watched him slowly open his eyes. She clenched her jaw as she took a hold of his arm, freeing herself from his hold. “We can’t,” she mumbled while she began to walk away from him. He quickly grabbed her waist, pulling her back against his chest. He brushed a few pieces of hair away from her neck. He delicately pressed his lips against her skin.

“Who says we can’t,” he brushed his lips against her ear. She tilted her head back against his shoulder, breathless. “Come home with me,” he whispered before he kissed her jawline. 

“I just got here,” she let out breathily. He smiled softly before he ran his hand across the exposed skin of her stomach.

“Then I can wait,” he pressed his lips against her skin once again, “But you come sit with me and the boys, none of this,” he whispered as he guided her towards the end of the bar with his teammates. He shamelessly ran his hands across her hips, feeling the lilac fabric bunch slightly in his hands. 

“What’s this about?” Rutger asked with a knowing grin. 

“Shut up,” Luke said as he sat down on the stool, pulling Y/N down onto his lap. His hands grazed across the top of her thighs. Y/N smiled shyly towards the boys as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

~Two months later~

She slammed the door shut as she continued walking through the lobby of the dorm building that they shared. “Do not do this here!” Luke let out in a hushed voice, glancing towards the receptionist who was trying to ignore the obvious conflict. She walked past the elevator towards the stairs down the hall. “Y/N!” 

She spun around and met his gaze, she was furious. “You begged for me back! You were on your knees begging for me to come back to you!” she let out harshly. A girl left the stairwell, her eyes widened as she quickly walked past them. He clenched his jaw as he glanced towards the floor. “How could you do this to me?” she let out, a sob leaving her throat as she began to climb the stairwell. They lived on the eighth floor but she couldn’t wait for the elevator, or stew in anger with him. 

“I didn’t do anything!” he barked out as he chased after her. She laughed dryly as she stopped at one of the landings. 

“You kissed her! You fucking kissed her! You are fucking joking right?!” She met his gaze, she watched as his lips quivered as he clenched his jaw. 

“She kissed me!” he shouted back. She shook her head as she started storming up the steps again while she let out a sob. “She did! I stopped it, alright, I stopped it!” he called out after her, he quickly took a hold of her waist, stopping her in her tracks. She shoved him away from her.

“Your hands were on her waist, Luke! Are you seriously trying to tell me that you didn’t want to kiss her!?” she scanned his pleating gaze. A sob left her throat as she tilted her head back, “Please leave me alone,” she mumbled before she jogged up the steps away from him. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t want to kiss her, I’m sorry,” he expressed as he continued to follow after her. 

“Leave me alone,” she let out as she continued up the steps. Luke stopped short, in the middle of the steps. He gripped the railing as he clenched his jaw. He tilted his head back, smacking his head against the wall delicately. 

She continued up the steps sobbing as she finally reached her floor. She pulled the door open, spotting a friend of Luke’s enter the stairwell. She shook her head as she continued down the hall. 

Luke remained in the stairwell, staring blankly in front of him, breathing heavily. Dylan reached the landing, Luke was standing on. Luke cursed to himself as he met Dylan’s gaze for only a moment. He dropped his head. “Dude?” Dylan let out. Luke let out a huff of air as he lifted his gaze. His eyes were full of tears.

“I really fucked up this time, I really-” he stopped short as he shook his head. Dylan frowned as he hugged Luke. It wasn’t something they usually did outside of the ice but he could tell his friend needed comfort. Needed a friend. Luke reluctantly let out a sob before he pulled away. “This girl kissed me and I didn’t pull away,” he let out shaking his head, “God why didn’t I fucking pull away?” he muttered.

“I love her, Duker, I mean I really love her. Why do I fuck everything up?” he questioned before leaving Dylan alone on the landing as he walked down the steps alone.

“Where are you going?” Dylan asked. 

“I need to go somewhere,” he muttered as he wiped his hand across his eyes. He climbed down the steps as fast as he could. He has never been so angry with himself. The first time, he could mend things. It was easy, it was a horrible thing he had said but she forgave him. But this? This was close to impossible to forgive and he knew that. 

As soon as he hit the fresh air, he suddenly felt his chest tighten as he shut his eyes. He visioned Y/N laughing and smiling widely. It was quickly replaced by her tear streamed face that he caused. He walked as far away from the dorm building as he could. He needed to find a way to win her back. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, but he was convinced it was possible.

~two weeks later~ 

She had been avoiding his calls for the full two weeks. She could not go down the slippery slope that was Luke Hughes. Though, each night she went to bed wishing he was holding her and each morning she wished he was kissing her neck to wake her. 

She knows that he didn’t intentionally cheat on her, she knows. But she still felt betrayed and broken. She wanted to know why he didn’t pull away, why did he kiss the girl back?

She has gone to her classes and she has gone straight back to her room, in every way to avoid Luke. She wanted to avoid the desperate feeling of wanting him back, wanting him to kiss her lips. She hated how much she needed him. 

She wiped the tear that fell on her face as there was a loud knock on her door. She sighed frustratingly, knowing it was her roommate. Her roommate has forgotten her keys a mere four times in the last three days. Y/N stood up from her bed and walked towards the door, swinging it open.

“How many times do I have-” she stopped short as Luke was the one standing outside of her room instead of her roommate. His hair was messy as if he had just woken up, he was very pale. The bags under his eyes were dark. She stared into his eyes, watching his eyes water slightly. She took a shaky breath before she began to close the door.

“No-no, please-” he begged as he held his head against the door; keeping it open. She clenched her jaw as she kept her gaze on his. “Can we start over? I know you can’t forgive me, I can’t forgive myself but I can’t stop thinking about you,” he delicately found himself pushing into her room. 

“I know I'm an awful person and I have been an awful boyfriend to you and you deserve so much better than I have been able to give you,” he mumbled while he took a hold of her cheeks, rubbing his thumb across her hot skin. “Please let me be better, give me another chance,” he muttered. She shut her eyes as she shook her head softly. 

He glided his hands away from her face, he took a loose hold of her shoulders as he glided his hands from her shoulder down the length of her arms, “I’m so in love with you,” he whispered as he pressed his lips against her jawline, her whole body tightened. She tried to hate the touch but she desperately missed it.

He slowly got down onto his knees, gliding his hands along her frame. Her body was thinly covered with a tanktop and shorts. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she began to be breathless. His hands grazed over her sides as his lips delicately pressed the small exposed skin above her belly button. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled again as he looked up towards her as his hands lowered from her waist, down to her thighs. God, he missed her thighs.

“Luke,” she let out breathlessly as he pressed a wet kiss to her skin. She ran her fingers through his messy curls as he looked up towards her. “You make it so hard to love you,” she choked out as her lips quivered. He slowly stood up, his hands grazing her skin the same way he did moments prior. She softened the longer his familiar fingertips glided along her skin in a slow seductive touch. 

His face was a mere inch away from hers, their noses delicately bumping into one another. “Why do you do this?” she mumbled as she ran her hand along the base of his neck, “Why can’t you leave me alone?” she let out as she leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his. He smirked as he met her gaze for a mere second. 

“Because you’re intoxicating,” he said as he breathed in deeply before he leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. She returned the kiss with the same amount of passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she eagerly jumped into his arms. He took a tight grasp of her thighs as he guided her towards the small dorm bed. He delicately placed her onto the bed as he climbed on top of her, steadying himself. He took a hold of her thigh, holding it tightly. 

She began tugging at the t-shirt covering his frame, desperate for him to be closer. It had been far too long since she was that close to him. He pulled away from her lips for only a moment before he tugged the shirt from his frame, tossing it to the floor. 

“So,” he whispered, breathlessly. She arched her back as she tugged the tank top from her frame, revealing a white lace bra. One of his favorites. His eyes instantly fell to her chest, lost for words. Lost for words like he was every time he saw her like this. She was beautiful, she was everything he’s ever wanted. 

“I can’t do this again,” she whispered as she tugged at the ends of his hair, “If you hurt me again, I can’t keep doing this,” she muttered. He ran his hand up her thigh as he held it up against his side. “We’re done if you mess up again, you got it?” she whispered. He nodded so urgently before he planted his lips against her collarbone, he began sucking on the skin as he trailed wet kisses into her cleavage. 

~A year later~

She snuggled against his chest as he stared blankly towards the ceiling, “Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked as she delicately pressed her lips against his chest. She lifted her head to look down towards his. He let out a long drawn out breath as he scanned her features. He slowly ran his hand up her back, running his hand through her hair for a few seconds before he glided his hand back down.

“I promised you that I would not mess up again,” he let out, his voice cracking as he met her gaze. His eyes softened. She pouted as she furrowed her eyebrows harshly. She ran her hand across his chest as she looked over his saddened features. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked again as she leaned towards him, delicately pressing her lips against his. 

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s the exact opposite,” he mumbled as he continued to glid his hand up her back. She glided her hand across his cheek as she leaned down and kissed him once more. He took a shaky breath, “I’m signing with the Devils, I leave in two days,” he pressed his lips together. 

She smiled widely, a small giggle left her lips. She leaned towards him, kissing him urgently.

“This is amazing! Luke, why aren’t you more excited!?” she let out as she sat up, covering her frame with the blanket. “We have to go celebrate!” she began to climb out of the bed, quickly covering her frame with her bra and underwear. 

“Y/N, he mumbled as he sat up, “It is exciting,” he muttered out. 

“We can go to the bar or we can go to Darby’s or-”

“Y/N,” he let out as he stood up from the bed covering his frame. She was wandering his room, collecting herself her old outfit she had on earlier in that day.

“I mean we don’t have to go out to dinner but we have to do something-”

“Y/N, baby, please,” he uttered. She spun around as she covered her frame with a t-shirt. She met his saddened gaze. Her smile slowly faltered from her lips. 

“Oh,” she mumbled. He took a deep breath as he watched her eyes slowly darken as she squinted hard. “You said that you didn’t want to mess up again,” she paused, “You getting the call doesn’t mean you messed up. This is great news,” she mumbled as she stepped towards him. 

He clenched his jaw as he dropped his gaze towards the floor. She took in a shaky breath as she scanned his features. He ran his hand across his nose as he avoided her gaze. “So what, you get your NHL contract and we have to break up?” she let out, nearly laughing at the words. 

“That’s not what I’m saying, I need you to realize that this isn’t going to be easy,” he let out walking around the bed towards her. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“When has anything in our relationship been easy?” she let out while chuckling nervously. “I mean-”

“Y/N, do you really think we can last long distance?” he choked out. He sniffled as he delicately rested his hands onto her waist. “I’m in love with you but I know you don’t trust me,” he let out. She rolled her eyes as she shook her head.

“I do trust you, Luke, I do,” she mumbled as she rested her hands onto his shoulders. 

“I’ve given you plenty of reasons not to, I know that. I know that this will break us,” he let out as a tear fell onto his cheek. “I don’t want this to end with you hating me,” he ran his thumb along her hip. 

“How do you know that will happen?” she asked as she scanned his features. 

“I don’t, but I would rather remember us lying in that bed, cuddling and happy. I don’t want to remember you crying over the phone because I messed up because it's only a matter of time before I mess up again,” he explained as he tightened his grip along her hips. “Please let’s just remember us happy,”

Her lips quivered as she scanned his urgent features. He didn’t want to end things, he wanted to be in love with her. He needed her, he needed her like he needed air. “I don’t want to lose you,” she mumbled as she stepped closer to him. 

“I don’t want to lose you either,” he mumbled as he urgently kissed her lips for only a brief second, “But-”

“I know,” she let out breathlessly. She met his gaze, nodding slightly. He kissed her lips, hungrily running his hands along her frame, sensually; perhaps for the last time.

[jakesangel]

jake wanting your attention ><

jake being needy of your attention is truly so so devastating but you can't help to tease him about it.

his is always on yours. when he enters a room, his eyes would always unconsciously searching for yours. in a group setting, he isn't too much into talking but more like reflecting your reaction, laughing when you do. so he always expect the same for you. but, of course, sometimes little stuff can take up your mind. so when you came over his dorm, waiting for him in his bed while he takes a shower, he was the happiest but why would you be busy with your phone. what is more important than your boyfriend ? firstly, he would stand there n look at you w a :] smile thinking of how to annoy you into giving him attention. what you doing, love ? he asks w expectant eyes coming closer to the bed. as he lays down on you, you just hummed not even daring to look away the screen. he would lay both of his hands on top of each other on your stomach, his head on them, looking at you w your phone obstructing his view. he also isn't someone patient, so he would snatch ur phone right way then have the biggest smile on his face hi again, baby. i'm done w my shower, can we kiss now ?

jake loves going on dates outside w you. taking walks w layla on sunny days is so healing to him. that also means seeing you all dolled up with pretty skirt or dress he bought you. his two favorite girls, how can he not enjoy himself. but of course, it's today when you run up to one of your friend. jake would always say hi and wait for you guys chat to finish. he knows basic manners. but your interaction w that person never ended and jake can't help but feel sad. today was supposed to be for him n layla's. why is this person taking him away from them. so to remind you / and this person/ of his presence jake would come closer to you, and detach his hand locked w yours to hold your waist instead. his frown would get bigger, not caring about the person in front of him, if don't give him a sign that you acknowledged him. he wouldn't mind back hugging you, n kissing your neck in public if that means i'll be back to him. it always put your interlocutor uncomfortable and always bid there goodbyes, making jake smiles showing his teeth.

as munch as jakes loves staring at you when you do the dishes, today he didn't come over to not get his cuddles or his kisses. he wouldn't want to disturb you as he came by unnoticed but he misses you. he would try to wait, puppy eyes strained on your figures debating whether he can be annoying today or not. and once he makes up his mind, he would come closer to you, hugging you behind your back, his head would drop on your shoulder, neediness taking over him. how can you let your baby all alone ? don't you miss me ?, he says w a pout, as his head face your back, moving back n forth on it like a cat. i'm always missing you, binging his arm around you to put both of his hands on the side of your waist, his head then going to the other side of your back. i'm always good to you, can't i have one kiss ? please ?, still looking at you w puppy eyes. if you feel like teasing him, giving him silence or just a small kiss on his forehead. he would keep brushing his face on your body whining. please, my y/n baby, just one. i'll leave you be then. i promise. he would try to negotiate.

and of course kissing him would put a smile on his face, accepting just one for now. he would but his head on top of yours, patiently waiting for when you'll be done. tho it wouldn't last long, but pretending to not pay attention to him is also fun, no ?

notes : a bit rushed i’m sorry ㅠㅠ

@imaluckygirl @luvj4key @heeseungswifefr @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby @jaeyunpinkyring

[prolix-yuy]

Hello friends! It's been way way way way WAY too long since we chatted, and to be honest I've been taking an embarrassingly long time to write this update post because godDAMN life just gets you sometimes and you go on an impromptu hiatus that gets super messy. So let's get into what's been going on and what to look forward to!

Pedro Tax for this long-ass post.

(We're gonna get into some personal stuff, but if you're just here for what's coming up skip down to WHAT'S NEXT for the tl;dr version)

So beyond work getting hectic from January to March, which was the catalyst for everything getting wacky, I experienced a weird emotional turn that I wasn't expecting. It made me get a little introspective, which I blame some of my productivity slump on.

As I was finishing up the Bangathon entries, I noticed a sharp decline in interaction. I'm a fairly young fic writer on Tumblr, but I was a little baffled as to why stories I'd posted only a week before got a nice bit of interaction yet the newer ones were only getting half to a quarter of what I expected. For a minute I thought I had been shadowbanned (I was not) or I hadn't tagged the posts (I had) or my taglists weren't working (they were). People were already talking about interaction being lower, so I sat back and tried to go with the flow and not let it bother me. I posted Decoherence, which has a more niche audience, but I was definitely missing and wishing for some of the comments and reblogs I thought I might get.

All this led up to one of the least favorite voices in my head saying something that stuck around:

"Well, you were right not to become a writer if your motivation is this closely tied to feedback."

If you're new here or I haven't talked about it much recently, I initially was planning to be a writer. Went to school for it and everything. While I was there I felt like I hadn't found the stories I wanted to tell yet. My colleagues were developing in their niches and writing "the great American novel" and I didn't feel like I fit in. My stories had a lukewarm reception, and I never felt like anyone was excited about anything I was trying to say. So I wrote myself into burnout by the time I graduated with not much to show for it. I ended up doing a career switch, which I love to this day, but I stopped writing for almost 10 years.

Coming to Tumblr, I felt that spark of excitement writing again, and some of that was definitely due to people commenting and being excited or interested in the stories I was sharing. That truly revived something in me I thought was long gone, and reflecting back on the last two years that I've been sharing stories with this community makes me wildly emotional. I didn't know how much I missed of the life I left behind, and how much joy it brought me to share stories again.

Which is why it was SUPREMELY FRUSTRATING to have that shitty little voice pulverize my productivity and excitement over something as silly as interaction. But I'm sure most of you know how hard it is to get that voice out of your head. I worked to write things I found fun and less stressful than the series I already felt bad for not updating. And while I still love those stories, it felt like I was pulling them from an inauthentic place and finishing them wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped.

Thus the hiatus! I stopped writing and turned my attentions to consuming and creating in other ways. I watched some shows I'd been meaning to catch up on, started planning to buy a house, worked my butt off at the day job. And I was starting to feel like inspiration was coming back. I didn't want to spook it so I took my time and promised myself I was going to start small and not stress about getting stories out for a bit.

Top that off with some medical surprises, an upcoming surgery, and a little re-evaluation of life moving forward and things have been wild. But I've been missing the daily joy I get from being part of this fandom, and I'm getting back into being here more because I miss you guys! AND! I have stories I want to share and fun to be had. So let's shake off all the heavy shit and get to the fun stuff!

WHAT'S NEXT!

The big thing I'm getting ready to post (after teasing it for so long) is the 2024 Bangathon! This one is different from last year's because instead of requesting stories from me, the Bangathon is open to anyone who wants to participate! There will be a randomizer to play with, and some fun bonuses for those who participate. The announcement will be coming out soon, stay tuned!

As for fics, here are some updates on what's in my WIPs:

Series:

I Think of You: I spent some time rewatching Mando for the newest installment, and I've finally gotten the thread of where to go next thought out. It's been a long time coming so this one's gonna be BEEFY to make up for it.

SW!Frankie: I am crushed to realize it's been over a year since I posted any SW!Frankie! I've got a new story about him and Ms J moving in together I need to finish, then some more asks that are getting into new story arcs I'm excited to share!

Best Laid Plans: Dieter and Murch's first date is bouncing around in my head and I NEED to get it on paper. There's much fun to be had, and I've been binge listening to my playlist for them to get into the headspace.

Midnight Alley: I got all up in my own head about continuing the story with these two and lost a little steam, so I'm going to ease off my "big plans" and start smaller with some oneshots instead. I think it'll help me find out where I want this story to go.

One Shots in Progress:

Decoherence Follow-Up

Incubus!Dieter Ask

You know, laying it out like that makes it feel much more manageable than my brain was telling me! I'm also planning to prioritize more fic reading while I'm getting these updates in ship-shape. Reading your stories always helps get my creative juices flowing, and there are so many good ones lingering in my TBR list that I need to devour.

This has been a rollercoaster of emotions, so thank you for coming on the ride with me. I'm excited to bring more of myself back to Tumblr and have fun with all of you again! To many more stories!

[vxperorchist]

Sitting on their lap! (Tighnari, Cyno, and Wriothesley x Gn! Reader)

Genre: Fluff! (Cynos is a little spicy and Wriothesleys contains a sex joke 🌝)

I get these ideas from things I love doing with my own boyfriend and then just displaying them onto characters. Fun fact I'm 5'5 and my boyfriend is 6'2 so I'm going to include a height difference for Wriothesley because why not??

Tighnari

People make Tighnari out to be weaker then he is, however being a forest ranger has actually made him out to be a lot stronger than people make him out to be.

He actually suggested you sat on his lap. He had been working for a while, countless files scattered on his desk which was in your shared house in Ghandarva ville.

You came in his office and wrapped your arms around him as he was in his chair, kissing his exposed neck. "You almost done?" You asked him, hands rubbing his arms. "No, not really." He admitted. He grabbed your arm gently from in front of you and guided you to in front of him. You sat on his lap sideways, hands around his neck and looking down at the work in front of him.

You couldn't help but feel bad, he was practically drowning in work. He supported your back with one arm, and the other continued writing.

As he was writing, he buried his chin into your shoulder, supporting his head. He was tired. So tired.

You really appreciated the quiet moments you had with him like this. He was frequently busy, and as much as he tried to display his love, he'd get busy with something else. You understood what he was dealing with, and didn't take it personally. He showed he loved you in different ways, and different didn't equal bad.

He was a phenomenal lover, and he was so appreciative of your understanding after a hard day. He started welcoming your presence more when he was working at his desk. He often misses the smell of you as he is doing his work, therefore when you're sitting on his lap it brings him motivation to keep doing what he's doing.

Sometimes you'll fall asleep on him, he'll keep you in his lap until he's done, gently stroking your back to keep you peacefully asleep. Once he's done he'll pick you up and carry you to your shared bed, resting your head on him, a feeling he found the most comforting in all of Teyvat.

He became very fond of you sitting on his lap when the two of you were alone, whether it be at his desk or on the couch, he loved the feeling of your pressure being released onto him. He loved having your physical presence there, with him.

Cyno

Unlike Tighnari, he didn't do much work at a desk at all. He was constantly on the move, with very little downtime. That downtime he did get was spent with you however.

Your first time sitting on his lap took place when the two of you were making out. It had started on the couch with a few playful kisses, then turned heated into a makeout session. He pulled you on top of him, with you straddling him and his arms wrapped around your lower waist.

I won't continue on from there, but since then he has loved the idea of you sitting on his lap anytime you get. (Also one of his favorite ways to make out 🤭)

He also adores it when you sit on his lap facing him, resting your head on his shoulder with your face buried in his neck. He loves the way you bite at his neck gently when you want his attention.

Bonus points if you're tired, and fall asleep like that. He's all for either keeping you like that, or laying you down on top of him.

Cyno is also notoriously strong, therefore if he wants you on his lap, he can put you on his lap. Whether that means moving your legs where he wants them, that being on either side of his, or picking you up and placing you where he wants you.

His strength had always managed to impress, and he didn't hesitate to display it when it came to getting what he wanted. That being you of course.

He enjoyed it just as much as you did, he didn't get many intimate moments with you, and this happened to drive him crazy in many different ways.

Wriothesley

Wriothesley is incredibly touchy. in public, private, anywhere. He LOVES you sitting on his lap. Whether it be to kiss you, hold you, or simply groan about his day.

In the fortress when you're visiting, you're always able to sprawl out on his lap on his large chair. He'll keep you there if you fall asleep too. He'll throw a blanket on you for added comfort.

Wriothesleys strength is far from unnoticeable. Wriothesley is known for his raw strength, and he can keep you on his lap for hours without any complaints.

He's also freakishly tall, and makes a great pillow when it comes to sleeping on his lap. With a simple lean into his chest, you can be asleep within a few minutes.

When he notices you in his presence and he's sitting down, he's immediately either opening his arms, spreading his legs a little, or patting his lap to signal you to come sit.

He'll ask "What're you waiting for?" As you should know the drill is sitting on his lap by now. He took pride in it, and he wouldn't move you from his lap whenever someone came into his office with an inquiry.

He wants to be your designated chair. (Y'all think he's into you riding his face?)

ANYWAYS. He's a total enthusiast of you never sitting in a chair that doesn't consist of his legs. He loves to tightly wrap his arms around your waist, and to talk about everything you didn't understand.

[glassrowboat]

🎲 muehehehe get diced >:3 🪐

13. Kiss to the chest.

Anatomy. Welt Yang.

Word Count: 1,500+

Thank you for the ask, Stardust <3 Now we just gotta fan over Welt together

The mattress hit your knees as you stepped backward, the cushions something you barely had the chance to register the comfort of before you were tripping over your own two feet and falling backward. The form on top of you doing little to help. Rather, it was only making it worse as Welt fell on top of you with an over exaggerated oof! Hair askew and glasses nearly falling off his nose from the game of tag you two were playing only minutes before around his room.

Having ducked around the desk, the trashcan full of crumpled up paper, a giant stuffy March gifted him as a thank you for helping her on their last shared Trailblaze mission, and lastly workout equipment.

All over one pencil.

His favorite, or so, Welt claimed. Apparently, it had the perfect grip, so it sat comfortably in his hand. To draw, it proved the best one was familiar with the materials they used. Like how every painter has a favorite medium as either watercolor, gouache, ect, seeped into the bristles of their brush.

Graphite covered the side of his hand, staining it a metallic gray you had grown accustomed to seeing in him when he slipped the gloves off and sat before the sketchbook he kept. One that was nearly falling apart now, bindings getting looser with every time he pried it open to add another drawing to the collection. If not that, to slip pages of your own horrendous attempts at doodling him away for safekeeping.

Despite your protests to simply crumple the paper up and toss it away as the garbage you saw it as, Welt insisted otherwise. Said it was something precious to keep, memories embedded in the scribbles that could barely resemble a human face. Nothing like his art. Not from what you've seen, at least.

You had seen him make circles and lines into something more than what you could see them as. A circle turned into a head, a box into a ribcage, a line, and another line paired together to make tweezers. It was only when that item was added did it click in your mind he was drawing the picture he took of you earlier that day plucking your eyebrows. For some reason.

“I believe this means you owe me my own materials back.”

“Now why would I do that?” You asked, trying to hold out your arm even further so Welt couldn't slip it out of your hold. To pluck it from your hand like one would a loose string on a shirt. Or, as is the case with the two of you, his scarf. Though, it's not like your effort could do much against the man who could, quite literally, make the item float out of your hand and back into his own.

Surely that had to be classified as cheating.

“Are you going back on your word from before, honey? I distinctly recall you saying you could wait for me to finish what I was working on.”

Yet here you are, still trying to play keep away.

“Yeah, but then I got bored.”

A sigh. One that brushed against your skin from how close he was. Like this, you could even make out the sparkle in his eyes. Or it could just be a speck of lint on his lenses. One of the two. “I suppose that's fair.”

“Exactly. So….” You trailed off. Honestly, you weren't expecting to get this far, so it wasn't a surprise you found your own words to be suddenly falling flat. “Well, if you are so intent on focusing on art, why don't you teach me something?”

There, interactive. An olive branch offered to his outstretched hand, grasping something you can do together.

“Teach you?” Welt repeated, mulling over the words as they rolled over his tongue. “I can work with that.”

The pencil was pulled from your hand before you could even whine in protest as he pulled away. Leaving you to place it on his sketchbook only to return shortly after. Mattress creaking once again as hands, now free to do as they pleased, slid along your cheek. Thumb right under your eye.

“You're a hands-on student, aren't you? If I remember correctly…”

“I am.”

Welt muttered an “excellent” as his thumb brushed through your lashes. Your eye squeezed shut on instinct, but this didn't seem to deter him at all. “Then we can start with our first lesson now.”

“That being, professor?” You didn't miss his eyebrows burrowing ever so slightly at the nickname, but still you smiled up at him like nothing was wrong.

“Basic shapes. We can start through profiles as an example.” His touch moved to the eyebags you had been sporting that morning, running along the colored hue of the skin that gave away your bad sleeping habits. Again. “The head is not perfectly rounded, but the shape that resembles the dome of the skull the best is still a circle. Eyes are round under the lid, also best drawn using a circle first.”

“I'm getting some real creepy imagery here, teach.”

“I can understand that. It might have been easier to pull up images instead to give you something to see. To lead by example.”

“But?” You asked, head tilting ever so slightly as you watched Welt silently mouth words.

“But first, let me ask you something. When I ask you to pick something round, specifically on the human body, what do you think of first?”

Well, your first thought was balls, but you were going to keep that one under a tight lid. Maybe even in a trash can. Though that does risk the chance of Stelle rummaging through and finding your secrets.

Second? Well, that was easy.

“The callous on your finger.”

Accrued from hours, days, years even of leaning over pen and paper and letting the images in his mind come to life. Something that's not perfectly round, but it always caught your attention nonetheless. Your own fingers ran over the bump anytime you hold hands.

“I think of a ring.” Before you could question him on that, Welt slid his thumb over your lips. It was second nature to press a kiss to it, just like it was second nature for him to smile at the gesture. “Or that earring you always lose and I have to find for you.”

“No need to call me out like that.”

“Ah, I apologize.” The look in Welt's eyes was enough to tell you that even if he was sorry, he still knew he had a point.

“Yeah, yeah, what else? I can't learn to draw from circles alone, professor.”

“This 'professor’ is beginning to think the student is in a rush. Now that's no good way to get A’s in my,” He took a moment to look around the room again, taking in the place you two shared and made your own on the express, “class.”

“Oh, I'm terribly sorry.”

“Your tone tells me otherwise.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop the smirk that was hoping to overcome you.

“As for more lessons, there are topics we can focus on.”

As he spoke, Welt's hand slid down your neck, tracing the hollow where the skin met your collarbone. Your shirt shifted ever so slightly out of the way, brushing against your skin the same way he was as his lips fell to meet yours.

“Anatomy, for example.”

“Now that's a big step from shapes.”

A giant leap, actually. You couldn't even draw a perfect circle, but here he is suggesting something that you've seen even him struggle with. Reference photos had been pulled up countless times as he drew. It was that, or, you'd find Welt standing before the mirror to see how his body shifts in this new pose. He's even asked you to indulge him once or twice and move along with how he places you, pen in his mouth as he chews on it to help him think. Or so he claims.

“No need to worry, we can start small. Besides, did you not just say you can't learn to draw from circles alone?”

Ahh, your own words. What a great way to turn them around and shove them back in your mouth. Something to choke on for fun.

“And what is this something small, professor?”

Fingers toyed with your shirt, unbuttoning it as Welt looked up at you, making sure this was okay. Just like he always did. With your nod, he continued, undoing the top three until the tank top you were underneath was peaking out.

“It's simple. Simple enough that I can show you.” Welt said. His lips met your chest, heart thrumming under him, beating wildly in an attempt to escape and give him what has already been his since the moment you first saw his smile at a stupid dad joke. Of all things.

“But something tells me this will be easier to do without these clothes in the way. Do you mind, honey?”

And of course you didn't mind at all.

[seoktized]

too far? (s.mt)

pairing: matthew x fem!reader

warnings: smut. somewhat mean dom!matthew, oral (m. receiving), matthew calls reader a slut, unprotected sex, creampie. lmk if i forgot any.

word count: 1.6k (kinda edited sorry for any errors)

a/n: finally done w/ this after putting it off for a month!! hope you all enjoy <3 also thank you to my baby @taeraelicious for inspiring me to finish this 😚

yes, you loved when matthew got jealous because that meant you’d get the best sex of your life.

but maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to tease matthew all night, wearing a short skirt that basically flashed everyone if you bent over, being overly touchy with his best friends or even worse; perching yourself on jiwoong’s lap.

he was furious, but he kept his jealousy hidden because he knew you were doing this on purpose. he knew you loved getting him all worked up in order to bask in the way he’d fuck you later on.

matthew tried to stay calm, but what sent him over the edge was how you had now leaned back against jiwoong’s chest, his hands finding place on your thighs, even going as far as caressing them.

matthew immediately stood up, apologizing to the boys, saying the two of you had to go. he pulled you off jiwoong’s lap, his grip was tighter than normal signaling that your plan had worked.

the drive home was silent, both of his hands were on the steering wheel gripping it tightly. usually he’d have his hand on your thigh or draped across the center console.

did you go too far this time?

he only spoke as he put the car in park, “you’re brave,” he paused for a second, “i want you to listen to me and listen to me carefully because i am not in the mood for your games,” he said turning his head in your direction.

his hand went up to pinch your chin between his fingers, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“if i come inside and you’re not on the bed ready for me, i’ll go to bed and leave you untouched.” his tone was serious, causing shivers to run down your spine.

his hand dropped from your face and he was now facing forward and you took that as a sign to exit the car.

making your way to the door, you felt a little bad for pushing matthew this far, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit excited for the events that would follow.

you unlocked the door and stepped inside, taking off your shoes before walking up the stairs to yours and matthew’s bedroom.

you slipped off your top and your skirt, leaving yourself in the lingerie set you had picked out earlier which happened to be matthew’s favorite set.

hearing your phone buzz on the dresser you walked over to check who it was.

matty <3: you ready?

im coming in.

*one video attached*

your pressed your thighs together as you watched what he sent, it was a video of him palming himself over his jeans.

you heard the front door open and your placed your phone back on the dresser before scrambling back over to the bed, sitting with your legs tucked underneath your thighs.

the bedroom door opened to reveal matthew who had rid himself of his jacket leaving him in a compression shirt that hugged his muscles in the right spots.

matthew smiled a bit, seeing your eyes trail down his arms. he made his way over to the bed before reaching out to stroke your cheek.

“good girl,” he started, his hand suddenly went down to grip your jaw, bringing his face closer to yours.

“too bad you wanna act like a slut when we’re out.” he released your jaw before standing up to pull his shirt off.

though you’ve seen his bare chest many times, he never failed to take your breath away. you reached out to run your hand down his chest but your hand was swatted away.

matthew made a noise of disapproval, “you don’t get to touch me tonight, princess.” he then slipped his jeans off and your eyes immediately went to the bulge in his boxers.

“off the bed,” he ordered, he waited for you to climb off before he continued; “get on your knees.”

you obeyed and sunk down, now being face-to-face with the tent in his boxers.

matthew’s hand laced itself in your hair, pushing your face against his clothed bulge. he continued to rub himself across your face, groaning at the feeling.

“stick your tongue out,” he rasped, smirking when you obeyed.

he placed himself on your tongue, rocking back and forth. the friction from both his boxers and your tongue made him throw his head back with a grunt.

you let one of your hands drop between your legs, rubbing yourself over your panties.

matthew looked divine at this angle, his abs flexing everytime he moved his hips, his bottom lip finding place in between his teeth.

his eyes were now back on you, “move your fuckin’ hand.” he said through gritted teeth.

matthew felt himself growing closer to his peak so he pulled away, leaving you a bit confused.

“don’t wanna come yet.” he simply said.

matthew paused for a minute, his eyes trailing down your awaiting form.

“c’mere.” he said, pulling you to stand up. he sat himself down on the end of the bed, “sit right there on your knees.” he pointed to the floor.

you were a bit worried about what matthew had up his sleeve, but you obliged, sitting down in front of him.

“i don’t think you deserve my cock yet.” his thumbs hooked under the waist band of his boxers, lifting his hips up to push them down to his ankles.

you watched as his cock sprang out, hitting his stomach in the process.

he wrapped a hand around his length, stroking it slowly. matthew winced at the feeling, his hand gripped tighter, now fucking his hand at a slow pace.

you watched intensely wanting nothing more than to reach out and take him in your mouth.

matthew knew what you were thinking. he smirked watching how you ran your tongue across your bottom lip.

“pretty girl wants to touch, hm?” he waited for your response, smiling at how you nodded so eagerly.

“too bad, sluts don’t get what they want.” he spat. you felt tears start to well up in your eyes, wishing you didn’t tease him earlier.

matthew watched your facial expressions carefully. his eyes locked on the tears falling from your eyes, mentally noting that you looked so pretty like this, eyes red and wide, not wanting to miss any movement he made.

his groans rang through your ears, traveling straight to your core. you whined out hoping matthew would let you off the hook this time.

“do you think you deserve to be pleasured, doll?” he tilted his head to the side.

you nodded, “please matty, ‘m sorry for teasing you.”

a wicked smile grew across matthew’s face, “go ahead,”

once he gave you the green light, you pounced on his cock, taking him in your mouth. your tongue slid across the underside of his length. matthew groaned, his hand finding place on your head once again.

“fuck baby- slow down,” he moaned. you didn’t let up though, he’d teased you enough and you weren’t gonna stop now that you got what you wanted.

matthew knew he was going to come soon if you kept sucking him oh so good, so he pulled himself out of your mouth.

“c’mon doll. up on the bed,” he said, you arose from your knees and matthew moved out of the way so you could climb on the bed.

you crawled onto the mattress, pushing your ass out in the air and wiggling it in matthew’s direction. you heard a faint chuckle from behind before there was a dip in the mattress.

matthew ran his hand over the lacy panties you had on before running it down your back, pushing you to arch further.

he stroked himself a few times before running his tip over your clothed heat. he took his time, dragging himself at a slow pace.

“you’re soaking, baby..” he groaned. you whined in response, pushing your ass further in his direction.

“patience, doll, patience. you better be glad i’ve even gotten this far,” he snipped, “thought about leavin’ you like this, guess i still can, hm?”

“please don’t! ‘m sorry” you whimpered, matthew laughed at your desperation.

he pushed your underwear to the side, bending down to get a look at your glistening cunt. matthew groaned at the sight.

“prep or no?” he mumbled.

“just fuck me, matt!” you replied. he obliged and ran his cock over your wetness before pushing into your cunt.

you both moaned in unison at the feeling. matthew paused, relishing in the feeling of your pussy gripping him so tightly.

he bit his lip before sliding out then thrusting in harshly. you lurched forward, a broken moan leaving your lips. matthew gripped your hips, sliding his cock in and out at a ruthless pace.

the force of his thrusts made him hit that spot over and over again, making you scream his name.

“scream my name again—fuck—let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.” he said through gritted teeth.

“you are, matt!” you cry, his deep thrusts made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“jiwoong couldn’t fuck you this good, huh? only i can right?” he chuckled, “you should’ve saw the way he was lookin’ at you. made me wanna bend you over the table and take you right there.”

“he can’t! only you—shit—only you can fuck me this good!” your hands that were flat on the bed were now gripping the sheets and your mouth opened in a silent scream as you came.

“so fuckin’ tight ‘m gonna cum!” matthew growled before he stilled, shooting his load deep into your pussy.

the room was filled with panting, both of you trying to catch your breath.

matthew pulled out, watching as your mixed juices leaked out of your hole.

you whined in overstimulation before letting your eyes flutter shut.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” he said before picking you up and carrying you to your shared bathroom.

it definitely was a good idea to tease matthew all night long.

[varpusvaras]

Princess on Lothal is definitely one of my favorite episodes of Rebels. One, because Leia is there. Two, because in that episode, I think you can really see her dad in her.

And by her dad I do mean Bail Organa.

Look at her. The way she carries herself in a hostile environment. The way she talks, always coming on top of the conversation. The way she sasses the lieutenant at the end with a smile on her face. It's all so very similar to all the scenes Bail is in in the Clone Wars.

"You know what she's like." "I know who she is like." Yes, Breha, you really do.

[irisintheafterglow]

HAND FIVE - STRAIGHT

summary: in a season where you're determined to fly under the radar, newly-returned crown prince!touya todoroki has other ideas. in this hand, a death is dodged and a deal is made (again).

wc: 3.3k

cw/tags: royalty!au/regency!au, fem!reader, mentions of blood and injury, what are we? trope, hurt/comfort, swearing, mentions of eating and food, unabashed references to dbatc and fortnight by taylor swift, also keigo is here lol

note: i love injury/comfort prompts, that's all. hope you enjoy!

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated!

“Who was that?”

“No one you need to care about,” Touya assures you when he steps back into the carriage, but he catches the skeptical narrow of your eyes as you follow the receding top hat-wearing figure. There was never getting anything past you, he’d learned over the weeks of your fake courtship. “It’s just personal business that requires my attention.” You hum, unnaturally letting the conversation drop and turning your gaze back to the scenery outside the window. Against his better judgment, he decides to press your buttons further. “You’re not going to accuse me of nefarious activities, my lady?”

“I’m not sure of what you mean, Your Highness,” you state curtly, a nearly imperceptible amount of malice behind your words. He frowns, searching his recent memories for what could possibly be bothering you. Was it something he’d said? Did he beat you too badly at poker? Were you craving a snack from the market? He stares dumbly until you finally meet his eye and you carefully nod your head over to the side, toward the third occupant of the carriage. Oh, shit. Right, he’s here too. 

“Please don’t feel the need to censor yourself for my sake, my lady,” the handsome, blonde airhead that was Prince Keigo Takami says politely while Touya fights the urge to groan. As the other crown prince of the nearest neighboring kingdom, Keigo had tormented Touya’s existence for an annoyingly large part of his life. He visited annually in his signature scarlet coats with gilded birds of prey embroidered on the sleeves, a stark contrast to Touya’s wardrobe of blue and silver. To his further irritation, your maroon day dress and satin gloves matched with Keigo’s color scheme and drew a harsh contrast between the two benches in the carriage. “Though, I do appreciate you sitting next to me for the trip to the market district. You are a better conversation partner than your suitor, if I may be blunt.” The smile you give Keigo is fake, he knows, but it still makes him nauseous to see you laughing with someone other than him. 

“It’s easy to imagine how this ride would have progressed if I were not here,” you chuckle and the prince next to you beams. Touya sticks his tongue out in disgust when Keigo is preoccupied looking out the window and you shoot him a stern look, making him click his tongue and cross his arms defensively over his chest. “The modiste that I visit for my nicer dresses is just down that street,” you point out, returning your attention to Keigo. “If Lady Rumi requires a dress for the end-of-season ball, she will be more than satisfied with the Yaoyorozu family’s work.” 

“I will pass word along,” Keigo affirms. “Have you decided what you will wear for the end-of-season ball?” You shake your head, examining a stray thread sticking out from your gloves and not looking anywhere near the other occupant of the carriage. 

“Most likely a dress similar to this one. The beading on this bodice is my favorite, but I may need a different color since I wore red last year.” 

“I believe blue would be a wonderful color for you, if I may,” Keigo offers and you nod, the stiffening of your posture almost too subtle for Touya to catch. Blue was always Touya’s color, the same way red was Keigo’s. “Wouldn’t you agree, Touya?” Asshole. You blink at him expectantly and he clears his throat for an excuse to stop looking at you. 

“Wear what you want,” he mumbles eventually, his words directed at the window beside him instead of you. “I don’t care.” A part of him dies from being so cold to you; but, if his indifference bothers you, you’re a master at hiding it. Prince Keigo, however, draws his mouth into a taut line in something akin to disappointment. 

“Forgive him for his cold demeanor,” Keigo amends, giving you an apologetic smile. “He’s been nauseous in carriage rides since we were children. It must be making him more irritable than usual.” 

“The only thing irritable about this carriage ride is you, Keigo,” Touya mutters with his eyes closed, his forehead pressed against the glass. He must’ve been in hell, the way Keigo was trying to silently implore him to say something and how you were wearing red, of all colors to wear. Red? Were you fucking kidding? “And, that obnoxious shade on your clothes,” he adds. You bark out a laugh that lacks any amount of humor, nothing like the warmth you’d shown Keigo. You were certainly angry at him. 

“I’m honored you find this shade so deplorable, Your Highness, since it belonged to my grandmother.” You huff an emotional breath with a hand over your heart. “May her soul rest in peace.” Touya’s face is lit on fire and he checks his watch in a futile attempt to make time go faster. Keigo manages to conjure up a few stunned apologies, but you end up sitting with the two princes for the rest of the ride in silence. 

Your dramatic sadness was feigned, of course. Truthfully, the dress was just a gift from your father for your birthday the previous year. Your grandmother had left you nothing but old shoes at her passing when you were barely fourteen, but Touya didn’t need to know that. 

You wanted to bother him, make him angry, and push him to his emotional limits just as he was testing yours. He was exceedingly frustrating lately, blurring the lines between fake affection and genuine romantic gestures so often, it left your head spinning. Every time you thought you had a grasp on where his mind was strategically, he’d turn around and look at you so lovingly that your knees would weaken. The feelings slowly making themselves known were becoming impossible to ignore, and you settled for re-discovering your dislike for Touya to combat them. 

And, obviously, he’d taken notice. 

“You’re upset with me,” he mutters next to you, quiet enough so that no one in the square could eavesdrop. Prince Keigo was away for the time being, looking through swatches of fabric that could be used for the palace’s new curtains. “I want to know why.”

“What gives you such an impression?” 

“You’re refusing to look at me, for starters,” he grits out. You abruptly turn on your heel and move to the next stall, selling winter wear and other warm clothes. A dark blue cloak catches your eye and you run your fingers over the ruched velvet. It was beautifully made and gave you an excuse to continue ignoring the prince. “Do you like it? You can have it,” he says from over your shoulder, gesturing for a nearby servant to pay the vendor. Before currency can be exchanged, you shake your head, giving the seller your thanks before leaving. The prince’s patience was sure to be running short now, and you glance at the clocktower for an estimate on how much longer you had to endure this. When you’re about to find a new hiding spot, an all-too-familiar hand grips your wrist and you’re dragged into a nearby alley between two buildings. The prince’s arm comes up to block you in, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The prince is close enough that you can see where the skin of his scars draw jagged lines across his face. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He all but spits the word and you refuse to back down from his glare. “You think you can just ignore me and get away with it? You think you can just back out of our deal?”

“I never said I was backing out of anything,” you snarl. “Maybe, I just want you to leave me alone for a single moment!” 

“I am your prince,” he hisses.

“And I am to be your intended within a fortnight, only for you to leave me like none of the exchanges we shared mattered in the slightest. Let me deal with that how I will,” you demand and shove his arm out of your way, storming into the marketplace and disappearing among the crowd. You hear him call out your name but you don’t dare respond, an odd feeling akin to grief starting to stir in your chest. You catch the faintest blur of movement running along the walkways between the four towers surrounding the square–

And barely dodge the arrow aimed directly for your liver. 

The marketplace descends into chaos within seconds as another barrage of arrows fires in your direction and you duck behind a stand as it falls, frantic customers running about like ants trapped in a jar. You pull your legs close and spot a growing patch of red dripping from your skirt and cringe when you see the gash cutting into the right side of your calf. You must have caught it on something while you were running, or a stray arrow grazed it during the first wave. From what you could tell, there were probably three or four assailants, all armed with bows and shooting in your direction. You silently prayed that Touya was still alive, however much you wanted to strangle him yourself. Boots skid to a stop in front of you and you’re ready to fight the attacker off with a nearby shard of stained glass, but relax when Keigo’s worried face appears in front of you. 

“Shit, there you are. I saw you storm off right before the attack started and figured Touya said something stupid again,” he says, his relief evident. “Are you hurt?” 

“There’s a wound on my leg,” you inform him with a wince, pulling up your skirt and fighting back a wave of nausea when you see how much blood is gushing from it. “I don’t–I don’t think I should be losing…” 

“That much blood, I know,” Keigo finishes, holding out his hand and tugging you out from under the table. With a hand around your waist, he guides you back into the dark alley, away from the screaming crowd, unrelenting streams of arrows, and the sudden smell of something burning. “Stay here, I’ll send Touya to come get you.” 

“But–”

“No buts. He’s going to kill me if something happens to you, so just stay here. Okay?” You nod and back further into the alley, an airy feeling growing in your mind that was making it hard to think. You register Keigo running back out into the conflict, but don’t remember how you ended up slumped against the wall or how long you stayed there until Touya tore his way through the darkness. The airiness in your head was concerning, now, but something in your head said that sleeping it off would make it go away. The prince didn’t think so. 

“You gotta stay with me,” you hear him plead, his body crouched in front of you and his face inches from yours. Something was bright and vividly blue behind him in the square, waving like a clothesline in a hurricane. Fire? “If you go to sleep, that’s going to ruin many, many things for me.”

“I’m bleeding out and the only thing you can think of is yourself,” you murmur, blinking slowly. The dry skin of his palms meet your cheek as he gently holds your face upright, his burning stare wrought with concern. “Typical.”

“The only thing I’m thinking of right now is you, dumbass,” he snaps, glancing up and down the alley. “I need to move you. I have a safe house a few blocks down from here. If we go now–”

“I can’t,” you tell him in a broken whisper and his face falls. “It hurts too much to walk.”

“I’ll carry you. I don’t care how far or for how long, I just need to get you somewhere safe.” Desperation starts to leak into his voice and, if you weren’t on the verge of passing out, you would tease him. “Wrap your arm around my shoulder because we have to go, now.” You have no choice but to obey him as his arms slip under your legs and back, and you stifle a cry into your fist when a blinding spike of pain throbs in your calf. 

“Touya, it hurts,” you groan against his chest. “It really fucking hurts.”

“I know it does. Just hold out for a little longer and I’ll stop the bleeding, I promise. You’re going to be okay.” The dark alleys of the market district become a blur of bricks and broken windows, ultimately fading into darkness as Touya’s voice becomes distant. 

–

You wake with a start in an unfamiliar bed and register the dull pain in your calf, now carefully wrapped in thick gauze. It was dark and you could vaguely make out silhouettes of furniture in dim candlelight. You were in an attic of some sorts, your bed shoved against a slanted wall and facing a large circular window that overlooked the city. A small sofa, a set of drawers, and a desk were haphazardly strewn across the remaining space, and a surprisingly soft rug hits your feet when you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Before you can stand, a square cutout in the floor pops up and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t relieved to see who opened the hatch. 

“What the hell are you doing sitting up? You should be resting,” Touya commands, hurriedly setting down a tray of food and rushing to your side. Without meeting your eyes, he kneels in front of you as you open your mouth to argue, but the words die on your tongue when he gingerly takes your calf in his hands. “The bleeding stopped, thankfully, but you need to be careful not to open your stitches.”

“You gave me stitches?” 

“No, a friend did. She’s good with needles and better with blood than I am,” he replies absentmindedly, still turning your leg over in his palms. He rotates the limb a little too far to the side and you inhale through your teeth, flinching away as far as you could go. “Shit, sorry.” He stands abruptly and retrieves the tray of food from the floor near the hatch, setting it on an empty spot on the bed before sitting down himself. “Are you hungry? You need to eat something, and drink water, and probably rest some more–” 

“Touya,” you insist, grabbing his hand as it shakily rearranged various small plates of food. He finally looks at you and you’re met with an expression you’ve never seen on his stupidly handsome face. The prince looked…scared. “Just give me a second to process things, please.” 

“You need to heal,” he protests. “I will take care of you.”

“You can, if you tell me where I am right now,” you state and he exhales out of his mouth, considering you a moment longer before setting the tray in your lap. “I’ll eat, but I need you to explain to me what happened.” He watches you take a few small bites from your fork before answering, like he was still afraid you’d deny him the opportunity to dote on you. 

“We were attacked. Assassination attempt on my life. You just happened to be in the crossfire,” he scowls. “I’m sorry you were hurt because of me.” The silence in the attic as you eat is palpable. “And…I’m sorry for whatever I did to make you angry.” Your mouth quirks into the tiniest smile, but it’s again devoid of any real humor. 

“You still don’t understand what you’ve been doing?” He was wracking his brain again, trying to figure out what he’d done, but no answer occurred to him. 

“I don’t, but I do feel remorse that I’ve upset you,” he admits, hoping you’d put him out of his misery and just tell him what he did wrong so he could fix it. He wanted to fix your sad smile the same way he’d fixed your leg, but something in him was saying that what you were feeling wasn’t simply physical. “If we’re going to finish the deal–”

“That’s why I’m upset,” you interject and he pauses. How could you be mad about the deal when you’d been so agreeable only a few weeks ago? “I can’t say I enjoy how this agreement has been progressing.” 

“What have I done to upset you?”

“What haven’t you done should be your question,” you mutter almost imperceptibly. Touya exhales deeply again, this time through his nose. At least you were feeling strong enough to talk back. “You really don’t understand what your intimacy has been insinuating?” He freezes. Were you implying what he thought you were implying? 

“I don’t know what you mean,” he forces out. If you developed feelings for him, that wasn’t his fault. He was going to leave, after all, so he’d be out of your life soon enough. Perhaps, though, that wasn’t what you wanted. Nonetheless you shake your head, a clear signal he was losing you again. “Please, tell me what you mean,” he says in an attempt to regain your attention. You pause, eyes staring off at the blanket covering your lower body.  

“You look at me fondly as if I were a friend,” you explain quietly. “Sometimes, I’m foolish enough to believe I am one; yet, it feels like a small cut every time I realize that it is all for show.” 

“And how many cuts do you have now?” How many times had he hurt you? 

“Too many to count,” you say and something in his chest twists like a maid wringing a towel. He’d been selfish, truthfully. He liked your attention, how you rolled your eyes and were quick to debate him on any topic under the sun. It didn’t occur to him, though, how the blurry line between business and friendship affected you. 

“I don’t know what you want me to do.” The look you give him is akin to his royal tutor hitting him on the head with a rolled up scroll. 

“Do you care for me, Touya?” He nods carefully, trying to predict your angle. “Are you being genuine?”

“I have every reason to lie to you, but on this I am true.” 

“I am not just a business transaction to you?” 

“The furthest from it.” You seem to accept this and the tiniest weight leaves his shoulders, but the aura of unhappiness that you radiate still remains. “What would you have me do to prove that I care for you?” 

A pause, two shaky breaths.

“Let me in. Allow me to be your friend, if only for the fortnight until you propose.” There was a sadness in your request that he couldn’t place, but he finds himself agreeing without hesitation. Despite the masquerade ball of liars and fakes he’d been trained to deceive in the palace, a part of him longed to be seen by someone for how he really is. The only question now asked how much danger he was unwillingly putting you in. 

For the time being, he stored the concern in the back of his mind, relishing in the feeling of your hand slipping into the rough calluses in his palm. Whether you reached out first or he did, it didn’t matter. The touch felt different, something shifting in the air as he ran his thumb over your knuckles. You’d set down your utensil and found the side of his face, brushing your fingers over the mottled scars on his cheeks. What an odd ache, he thought to himself as he replayed the memory back in his mind while you slept again. He didn’t understand the feeling until a few hours later, when he returned you home and you were out of his sight. 

For the first time in years, Touya Todoroki felt seen. 

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

Okay so like as I’m writing this, tomorrow is my birthday (I’m gonna be 19 😭) and I was wondering if I could get some birthday headcanons with the legion of horribles (poly but platonic) + (separately) zsasz?🥺

You don’t have to finish this on my birthday so I understand if it will take time but if you can do it that would be wonderful! Don’t feel pressured though!

Thank you so much Cupid!^^🫂

'400 LUX,

-GOTHAM!VILLIANS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Jerome Valeska, Bridgit Pike, Jervis Tetch, Jonathan Crane, Victor Fries, Victor Zsasz

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Birthday HCs with the Legion of Horribles! (+ romantic zsasz)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. PURE FLUFF! They adore reader so so so much! Reader turning 19 :> Age gap for Zsasz! All seven of these idiots. Good luck reader, you will need it!! Suggestive parts in Zsasz's. Reader probably drinking too much tea to be healthy. Also sorry I'm a little late with this, hectic week but happy late bday adal <3 love ya!

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “We're never done with killing time, can I kill it with you?” 400 Lux by Lorde

Number one spoiler!

No seriously, good luck. You are basically Martin #2. He's buying the most extravagant gifts, and hosting the birthday party. He's getting mad at Jervis and Jerome (anyone who can't keep there mouth shut for the surprise.)

Hectically organizing this whole mess. To his best ability. Eventually he gives up under the stress and you'll notice. Just have a little sit down with him, and he'll HAPPILY celebrate your birthday far away from everyone else.

Once you two have a minute alone, he's making you his mothers tea, telling you all about his birthdays and how she used to celebrate them with him. He really just wants to make this the best day for you possible.

Have a small little laugh with him on the couch, look at baby pictures of him around the mansion, watch him get red in the face and scowl just a teeny tiny bit.

He'll also scroll through your phone (he's horrible with technology) and look at your baby pictures too. You two end up having a good laugh and a semi-serious talk about childhood memories <3

He'll end up giving you his most personal gift when you two are alone, away from the "cretins outside" in his words.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴

♫ “We might be hollow but we're brave.” 400 Lux by Lorde

The only time he's 100 percent serious is when he's busy with the sheer EFFORT he's putting into this celebration.

Him and Oswald have conflicting ideas. Oswald wants something extravagant, royal, fit for you, like a coming of age. Jerome still wants to throw you a ball, but more like a child's dream chucky-cheese type birthday.

What do you mean he can't get a bunch of arcade machines and a ball pit delivered to the mansion? He's pouting.

He'll be DAMNED if he doesn't book the entertainment and a GIANT cake, though.

Will get Jervis to hypnotize some poor sap to dance for you. You know, if you're into that. Might kill him too if you're a little evil like him. If you aren't into that, he'll let him live. That's your gift :>

Did i say a GIANT cake? Yeah. It's massive. FUCKING MASSIVE. He probably ends up eating more of it then you guys, to be honest.

Makes sure it's your favorite flavor too.

Makes everyone sit down when it's time for cake and candles, if anyone tries to get up he's screaming at the top of his lungs.

Remember that "USE THE TONGS, CARL!" Yeah, he's channeling that energy to the hypnotized people cutting the cake and setting the table.

Fully looks at you like a successor (and like, his only real friend) so he's a bit pushy for this to go well. Not as much as Oswald, but still set on making this a good day for you. He just isn't as overt.

𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐺𝐼𝑇 𝑃𝐼𝐾𝐸

♫ “And the heating comes on.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Poor baby has never seen, attended, or had a birthday party in her life. It's new for her, it's intriguing. She loves this little strange family you guys have created.

You are LITERALLY her little sister, the only sibling she truly sees as her own!

It's obligatory for her to light the birthday candles (and almost burn the mansion down, chaos ensues)

Similar to Oswald, she gives you one intimate gift. Something she knows you'll love, something personal. You're favorite flowers, gems, or even a nod to an inside joke.

Arguing with Victor (Fries) about who has the better gift and who you like more.

When the day is nearing it's end, she volunteers to clean up to have some time alone with you. Everyone else is winding down, but you and her will get to talk like two best friends.

It's the only time she feels like a normal teenage girl. Just gossiping with you while putting Jerome's confetti in trash bags.

You'll probably have a little slumber party with her in the living room, eating left-over snacks and watching TV, throwing popcorn at each other. Speaking of popcorn....

"Hey, watch this!" She's nudging you, getting you to watch her make her own popcorn kernels with her flamethrower, signature smile on her face :>

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻

♫ “You drape your wrists over the steering wheel.” 400 Lux by Lorde

He was fighting tooth and nail for this to be a tea party. Still upset it's not. Ended up still hypnotizing someone to make tea for you all. Ah, Small victories.

Also? We saw him in that chauffer outfit. He will gladly be the designated driver.

Similar to the rest of them, he wants some time alone with you. So, he's hypnotizing a limo and pulling up and practically stealing you away.

Takes you on a little shopping spree. Anywhere you want to go, he'll take you there! Even if he doesn't particularly enjoy it. (cough cough, convince stores, cough cough)

Wants to take you to the tea shoppes and bakeries.

He is LITERALLY the most BUSY bee out of EVERYONE. Everyone is so obsessed with planning and whatnot, but he actually has to do EVERYTHING by himself.

Whose hypnotizing the cake maker, the gifts, the decorations, the people, the waiters? Ah, the list goes on and on. He's a bit tuckered out by the time you too are done shopping and he's off his list of errands.

Have a cup of tea with him after <3 he will be infinitely grateful to wind down with you if you find the time during the day.

Sings happy birthday obnoxiously loud for you. He also insists everyone has perfect table manners and etiquette. (Looking at you, Jerome.)

𝐽𝛰𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐶𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐸

♫ “I can tell that you're tired.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Silent, for the most part. Will refuse to sing happy birthday, and will truly only participate if it's the two of you alone. He...doesn't work well in groups.

He's getting a slap on the wrist from everyone because of it.

He'd MUCH rather steal you away periodically through the day, to just talk to you about your childhood. Congratulate you. He's happy for you, but he's a little scared you're getting older.

Very protective. Always. No matter what.

You might hear him laugh a bit, joke around with you, just simply checking the surroundings and chaos from Jerome.

If you are someone who prefers things more lowkey, you'll find yourself spending the majority of the day with Jonathan. Eventually you two will just pass by each other every now and then, and share a brief respite from the bustling outside.

You are TRULY his best friend. He wants to make this day as good for you as everyone else does. He just doesn't know where to start.

He'll probably end up giving you your favorite gift out of EVERYONE.

Doesn't matter what it is. He'll know. It will be intimate, genuine, and a very heartfelt message on the bottom of a card attached.

"Love you, Y/N." -Jonathan

Okay, not SUPER heartfelt at first look, but for him? It's as close as you'll get to him being vulnerable.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆

♫ “We're getting good at this.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Jerome puts him on ice-cream duty and he's reasonably grumpy.

No, but genuinely, this is a VERY special day for him. He's a VERY proud dad!

Always wanted to have kids with Nora. Never got a chance. You really are his second chance at happiness, and he loves you so much. He gets to live out everything he thought he'd never be able too.

Wants to get more involved, but gets a little pushed out between Jerome and Oz.

Jerome probably makes him make ice sculptures. Or Ozzie asks him to freeze the body of your enemies. Perfect gift!

Similar to Jonathan, likes to keep things more lowkey. He'll sneak in a pseudo father daughter bonding moment, even if you don't know.

"So, uh, you're staying out trouble, right?"

He's asking, nudging you when you two finally get a moment alone. His voice comes out in a mumble, obviously not very experienced in this role of being a father. But he can't help it.

Overprotective dad scowling at Zsasz, you know, to get the point across. Zsasz staring riiiiiiight back.

"Just so you know...if you break her heart, I'm freezing yours." Victor #1 says, with a clicking sound, and a raise of his gun.

Victor #2 raises a non-existent eyebrow, and lifts his own gun in return. "Of course..." He drawls. The idle threats are there.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “You pick me up and take me home again / We're hollow like the bottles that we drain.” 400 Lux by Lorde

He's a loving boyfriend, you just have to get through his layers throughout the day!

Of course, he's your ride to and from the mansion. Driving with him, his hand on your thigh, disco music. Waking you up with kisses and birthday sex

He's grumbling just a bit everyone else wants to steal you away. Que him being a sassy boyfriend, rolling his eyes.

He ends up just standing around the mansion most of the day, sneaking bites of pastries or making idle conversation with the terrified waiters, while you are out with Jervis. He doesn't mind. It's your day. He is more then happy, this is his element. A whole day dedicated to his girl, and free food? Sign him up.

In contrast to everyone, he's the only person to give you a gag gift. Surprisingly, Jerome takes this too seriously to give you one. Victor doesn't, though. He'll give you a whole bunch of small gag gifts, just to see that beautiful smile on your face.

He'll end up getting you a real gift though. Something precious, gorgeous, elegant. Something absolutely killer. Black onyx necklace? Yes. You'll feel the leather of his gloves on your neck while he puts it on you.

Doesn't care if ANYONE looks at the two of you weirdly for the age gap. In fact, he'll become even MORE affectionate. Y'know, just to piss people off.

Speaking of age, he doesn't care you aren't 21 just yet. He's 100% sneaking the two of you some alcohol to drink. (Not without teasing you, of course, for being a downright horrible criminal!)

Oswald, Victor Fries, and Jervis don't appreciate you drinking. They are too protective. But Zsasz doesn't gaf what they say :>

[entamewitchlulu]

I wasn't initially going to say anything, but i. honestly, i really just, could use some emotional support, i guess.

there's an awful lot going on in my life right now that's making me pretty miserable. to top it off, I recently got news from my dad that our dog, Indiana's health has gotten a pretty bad prognosis. the long story short is, he could possibly have cancer, and while there's surgery that could help, he's 15 years old, and even the prep exam for the surgery could be fatal for him. so it's unlikely that we'll end up going through with it, and a really hard decision has to be made about whether to let him go now while things are still mostly okay, or wait until things deteriorate.

I moved away from home for the first time just six months ago, and one of the things I was most upset about was leaving my dog behind, knowing he was getting old. I live an hour and a half away from home now, and I have been able to go home to visit just once in that time. I've seen him only once in the last six months.

Indiana is everything to me. I know he can't be with us forever, but the pain of not being able to be there during the last months of his life is destroying me. I have no idea what things are going to look like, if we'll have another year or two with him being in the world, or if I'm looking at a world where he isn't there anymore as soon as the next few weeks. I'm working 40 hours a week and I have a cat to think about now, so I can't just drop everything and go home to be near him for a while as much as I want to.

I'm not asking for anything in this post like surgery money or anything. Just......support, I guess. Living alone means there's no one to give me a hug most days, and I'm coping badly with it all. It's just another piece of bad news that's breaking me, and all I want is to feel a little less alone in facing it.

I just want people to know how much I love him. He is the sweetest, kindest, most loving dog I've ever known. He was found in a junkyard living in a truck and when we adopted him he didn't even have a name, just a number which was the date he was taken in by the shelter. He has a tiny little tail that wiggles like crazy when he's happy. He loves sitting in the car, not even to go anywhere, just to hang out. He's a huge fan of cheese and memorized the sound of a cheese stick opening so that he could get a small bite of mine whenever I had one. He's so good at "shake" that when you have a treat for him, he will paw the air wildly with one paw and then the other to show you just how good he is at doing it and how much he deserves his treat. Sometimes he gets the zoomies so insanely that he has to bolt all around the yard, in and out the door so fast that you'd think he was a cheetah in another life. He can turn on a dime. He's scared of fireworks and loud sounds because we made the mistake of taking him with us to a historical reenactment once and all the muskets and cannons scared him. He learned how to pull a cart once but we never kept up with it. He knows the word "rabbit" and loves to chase them around but never catches them. When he's happy to see you he'll press his whole head into your knees and lean so much that he almost knocks you over. He likes to press his whole body against you. When he lays down he sometimes splays his paws out to either side like a seal. His favorite toy is his stuffed rabbit and he cuddles with it all by himself.

I love him, so, so, so, so much. I can't be with him right now and it's killing me. I'm grieving him before he's even gone because I can't comprehend a world where he isn't in it and I don't know how else to prepare myself.

I don't know how to end this. He's still with us right now, but I don't know for how much longer. Please hug your pets for me tonight. Hold them close and remind them how much you love them. We don't get to have them in our lives forever as unfair as it is. I only wish it could be a little longer.

[kaida-beifong]

What's the point of you?

Lucius is use to forward questions, he really is. It's hell after all but there is one question that tends to bother him more then others. ------ Alastor: Well if it isn't our favorite little Prince, finally finished cleaning up your mess? Lucius: One, I am taller then you and two.. Piss off. Alastor: My oh my someone's in a wonderful mood today. What's the matter, did your little beau dump you, maybe find out about her little bastard. Lucius: Go do something productive with your time instead of bugging me Coatrack. Alastor: Actually I have a question, that's why I came to you. Lucius: I'm tempted to tell you to trot off elsewhere. Alastor: I suppose I could just go bother Charlie with my question if you're too grumpy, I'm sure she'd still be willing to make time for her favorite manager, even with her condition bein- Lucius: *growls* Okay, what the fuck do you want?! Alastor: Tsk tsk, so hostile. If you're going to be so moody maybe I should go ask Charlie- Lucius: Just ask your question Alastor. Alastor: What's your purpose? Lucius: ..Excuse me? Alastor: Your purpose, what's the point of you. I mean most don't openly choose to have twins right, and if Charlie married another royal, what would become of you. It kinda makes some sense that she has another woman partner, so I assumed that hey, at least the prince will be useful should she ever need an heir. Seeing as magic was an option all along, I'm now wondering.. What is your purpose. Why do you exist. Lucius: Twins aren't usually planned for one, but why don't you figure it out yourself, not that it's your business anyway. Alastor: It's okay that you don't know, not everyone can know everything. Just makes you kinda useless really. I mean why did they even pick Charlie to take over. Why not you, it just feels like you we're more of donor. If not to create a future heir then maybe some kinda limb or organ donor. Seriously what is the point of you. Lucius: Are you trying to anger me. Alastor: Depends, is it working? Lucius: Fuck off. Alastor: Aww, did I hurt your feelings or do you genuinely not know. Lucius: It's not your business there's your answer. Alastor: So you don't know.. How long has that question plagued your thoughts. Hmm, makes me wonder if you have a place at all- Lucus: You ever think I might be an advisor, a guard or anything along those lines. Alastor: ..No. Cause Vaggie is practically Charlie's little guard on top of helping this place and well let's be fair. Charlie doesn't follow anyone's advice but her own.. And maybe Vaggie's if the idea falls into her own. So no, it doesn't sound like you have much of a purpose in that regard either. Lucius: Fine whatever, think what you want. Alastor: So you don't know either, how interesting. Lucius: I just want you to leave me alone. Is that a lot to ask of the oh so mighty powerful radio demon. To just leave me be. Fuck off somewhere. Alastor: Fine. Seems like you don't know anything more then I do. Must really suck to know you don't stand anywh- Lucius: *Growls* I SAID FUCK OFF! Alastor: Very well.. Lucius: ..Annoying fucking coatrack. I need to go somewhere, blow off steam. ------ Charlie: *Sighs* Vaggie: What's wrong babe? Charlie: Lucius is going to Bee's. Vaggie: Gluttony District, why? Charlie: Didn't say but he only goes there when he's not in a good headspace. Vaggie: I'm sure he'll be fine. Don't over think it, he's probably just stressed with this whole baby thing and still trying to figure out how to talk to Clara. He'll perk up eventually. Charlie: I hope so..

[thee-horny-thicky]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Okay, so, technically, Satoru and Suguru are two different characters, but they're canon parallels to each other, two halves of a duo. When that stopped being the case, a chasm was created and their worlds shifted. Their relationship is a major part of both characters stories, so separating them is difficult.

It isn't hard to guess that I love them. They're complex characters, and both serve as a cornerstone of JJK. It's impossible to imagine the series without either one of them, and their respective ideologies and the reasons behind them can be essay material. (I know because I've written one for school)

Bella Goth is an iconic Sims character. She's a baddie, and has some of the most intriguing lore of the game. I think it's a shame the Sims 4 slacked up on the storylines of the townies, because even though I've never owned the original game or Sims 2, the lore of the first two games is compelling. I have fond memories of her, often revolving me breaking up her marriage, and protecting her from those mean, scary aliens.

I was six when this movie came out, and my mother took my sisters and I to see it in the theater. That first watch is something I'd never forget, and even though I was upset that my older sister stole my snacks, the magic of the movie overrode it all. To see a princess movie set in New Orleans endeared it to my entire family, and the fact that she's the first and only Black princess gives Tiana a special place in my heart. She's hardworking, ambitious, and persistent. Not to mention, she's a baddie.

Her and Naveen's love story is one of my favorites, and I adore the fact she showed you can have a loving husband and a prosperous career. She's an independent woman, but can still accept love.

Speaking of....

The original Disney baddie, (argue with your mama), and the first to spark my interest in martial arts. I thought she was so cool, and seeing her growth always puts a smile on my face. When she sat on the top of that pole, I was so proud of her. She started out headstrong and determined, and more honorable than most of the men around her. The crowd bowing to her was exactly what she deserved, and her Father giving her her props was such a sweet moment to me.

As a side note, she deserved better than Li Shang. I fully subscribe to the theory that Li is bisexual and developed an attraction towards Ping. I love the hypothetical queer representation, even if he ends up in a straight relationship. What I don't love is how he left her to die. He tried to pose it as an act of mercy, showing his gratitude for her heroic actions, but he still left her on a freezing mountainside in barely anything. Then, when she escaped and tried to warn him, he refused to give her the time of day. Put short, he was raggedy.

Saiki is one of my favorite anime protagonists. The way the anime pokes fun at tropes is so funny, and Saiki being done with the world around him is a mood, as is his fear of bugs. Anime is riddled with all powerful characters, and a lot of the time, they have a copy and paste personality. Seeing Saiki longing to be normal, (to the point of stalking someone who's scarily average), whilst also being over reliant on his powers and being comedically apathetic is a nice change of pace. It also makes him surprisingly complex. Though this is a theory and not canon, he's great ace representation. He's content with having no romantic partner, and I like how he grows to deal with having friends without having a sudden interest in romance.

Another good example of Ace representation, in my humble bisexual opinion, is Barbie. She shows that friendship and sisterhood can be fulfilling on its own, without any need for a romantic relationship.

Now, I don't think the Barbie movie is as revolutionary as people made it out to be. It was feminism 101, with the core message being the patriarchy oppresses women, and grossly limits men. A message that's still controversial in 2024, but not one we haven't heard before.

Still, it was an incredibly fun movie, and Barbie was a great heroine. The moment she chose the high heel over the Birkenstock, I knew I'd love her, and I was right.

I love Avatar: The Last Airbender. It was so ahead of its time, and is an example of how complex 'kid' shows can be. It's pretty hard for me to pick a favorite character, but if I was forced to choose, I'd say Uncle Iroh.

Long ago, I saw a comment about how if there was a character that embodied the pleasant warmth of a fire place or cackling campfire, it'd be Uncle Iroh. I completely agree. He's the perfect mentor, standing in Zuko's corner no matter what he wanted to do, while subtly guiding him down the right path. He also wasn't blind to his nephew's flaws, but never addressed them in a way that made Zuko feel unwanted. Even after being backstabbed, he was simply sad that Zuko lost his way.

We don't see his character arc on screen, but we know he underwent an incredible transformation, going from a fearsome Fire Nation general, to a humble old man reflective about life, though he can still kick ass if needed.

Leaves From The Vine still makes me feel mushy and teary-eyed. It's bittersweet knowing that losing his son was the catalyst for him to become the character we see, and the reason he's so dedicated to Zuko. He's trying to prevent him from suffering the same fate, and right a wrong that's haunted him for so long. Learning that the tears in Iroh's voice was genuine, because that was one of the final things Mako Iwamatsu recorded before passing, made me want to curl up in bed. He brought the character to life, and is one reason he's so iconic.

Finally, Mr. Shouta Aizawa's fine ass. Now, besides just being fine, I love him for many of the reasons I love Iroh. He's nowhere as cheerful and warm as Uncle Iroh, but he takes his role as a teacher and mentor seriously. He stands in his students corner no matter what, and has shown time and time again that he'd give his life for them. Furthermore, he isn't a hero for fame or recognition, but because he believes it's the right thing to do. He knows the society he lives in is flawed, and tries to right U.A's quirk prejudice system by mentoring Hitoshi.

One might not peg him as it, but he's a very parental character. It's shown with his students, with Hitoshi, and most especially Eri. He's dedicated to guiding the next generation to achieve their fullest potential. Plus, his quirk is cool as hell, and he can throw hands.

Bonus:

Anya Forger and Nezuko, because they make me reconsider my stance on children. They're so cute, and highlights of their respective shows. And I love how Anya is shown to be childishly intelligent. It's due to her powers, but still.

TF141 also gains an honorable mention, especially my baby girl Ghost. Despite being the most secretive character of the task force, we have the most information on his background, and I love his fruity friendship with Johnny. Likewise, I love the mentor relationship Gaz and Price have. On a hornier note, I wish there were more threesome fics with Gaz and Price taking a lucky lady to Pound Town. All and all, these four awful people are my favorite pieces of military propaganda.

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redacted audio headcanons: elliott & sunshine edition

im in my elliott & sunshine era rn it seems. i cant stop thinking abt them. so heres some of my hc for them! the sunshine hc’s are specifically for my oc (charlie, he/they), but im keeping it neutral so others can apply it to their oc’s/sunshine hc’s maybe :0

!! CW FOR MENT. OF SUNSHINE’S ACCIDENT. ALSO SOME 18+, MINORS DNI !!

; t4t elliott & sunshine. i don’t make the rules, i just enforce them

; following that thought, sunshine, geordi & guy were all elliott’s caretakers after he got top surgery

; elliott & aaron’s last name is hawkins, but elliott is technically elliott lewis-hawkins. his last name is hyphenated because ‘lewis’ was the name of his first foster family (they were the best one he had had at that point, but when the mom got pregnant they realized they couldn’t support two kids), so he uses their name to remember them by

; sunshine has a prosthetic leg from their accident. they walk with a cane or sometimes use a wheelchair during extra bad pain days, or when it rains. their prosthetic starts under their knee. they also have lots of small scars from the glass across their body, mostly arms

; elliott has called sunshine “sunshine” since they first met basically. but, when guy heard sunshine call elliott “dreamboat” one random day, he made the joke that their ship name would be “daydream”. since then, whenever guy talks about the two of them, he refers to them as “daydream” (ex: “yeah i’m just in a call with geordi and daydream, what’s up?”)

; they have matching yellow lego charms that make a heart when you put them together (like this but yellow)

; (18+) they both have horrible oral fixations (canon but still). they both could live between each others thighs. the 69 position is one of their favorites because of that

; sunshine and cutie used to go to school together, but after cutie’s powers manifested they kinda stopped hanging out. sunshine never really liked cutie tbh. they aren’t aware that cutie is empowered

; sunshine and treasure are cousins, and treasure was the first person sunshine told about their (completely obvious) crush on eli when they realized they liked him

; eli’s favorite color is lavender, and also loves lavender scented things (he has the lavender & iris spray from bath & body works and practically douses his bed in it. it smells divine btw)

; elliott had a wattpad account. what he read on that site is between him and god

; elliott is a lord of the rings nerd. you mean to tell me the guy who made a whole-ass fantasy d&d session dreamscape with his partner featuring a full-ass dragon isn’t a tolkien nerd??

; elliott also loves d&d. he hasn’t played a lot, but has enjoyed it when he did; he once dm’ed a one shot for his friend group and it was a crazy ass story. he likes worldbuilding and character backstories the most

; sunshine collects cds from thrift stores. even from artists they don’t know anything about

; besides their house, elliott and sunshine have also discussed getting animals together. they decided on a dog named thor and a cat named mercury

; honey is elliott and aaron’s cousin. they don’t know elliott is empowered. honey and aaron are the two cousins who would disappear when they both got overwhelmed at a party

; elliott loves watching competition shows like “blown away”, he eats that shit up

; (18+) sunshine is a big reader, and absolutely eats up all different kinds of genres. sometimes elliott likes to “punish” them for not paying attention to him by using him mouth on them while they read erotica & edge them until they finish a specific number of chapters

; elliott hates tuna. like, haaaaates tuna. can't stand the smell, taste, texture, anything about it. the only thing he can handle about it is when its alive and intact; he can't even handle it in sushi

; in pjo, sunshine would be a child of apollo, and elliott would be a child of hypnos

; sunshine didn’t tell the group about the accident until they had a panic attack over a car crash in a movie. they had told elliott bits and pieces before that (and obviously he had seen their nightmares), but they felt as though they didn’t want to burden elliott and the rest of the group with their trauma

; OK SO. elliott and sunshine’s favorite movie collectively is “tangled”. i mean its their absolute fave. they watched it together on their first official date, it’s their comfort movie, they have matching jewelry of the sun symbol, theyve cosplayed/gone as flynn and rapunzel a bunch of times for halloween, etc. like these guys LOVE tangled. and apparently there’s a new disney ride of the lantern festival in disneyland tokyo. so, in a world where the balance didnt separate them, and theyre together and happy and healing, i like to imagine they decide to visit a disney and go on the ride if they have it there. and id like to imagine that when theyre in the lantern section, they both reach into their pockets and pull out boxes. and, with tears streaming down their faces and the biggest fucking grins imaginable, they propose to each other (and ofc they both say yes) <3

; the couple that are stoners together stay together <3 elliott likes to shotgun sunshine

; elliott is always the big spoon. he likes knowing hes protecting sunshine in both their dreams and in real life

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im so normal and regular about these two i promise (<- lying). i will add more as i see fit. also i might have a fic idea based on one of these headcanons, hehe :3c

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Seuqcaj

What if Jacques Schnee was... Well, what if he wasn't Jacques Schnee?

Winter: My father had a stroke years ago.

Willow: He didn't really. Weiss just says he did to excuse his behavior.

Jacques: Did you know that the peanut is neither a pea, nor a nut?

Ironwood: ...So, I understand you were once a huntress?

Jacques: Oh, wait... It is a nut.

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Lisa: I hear you can you say your name backwards. Is that true?

Jacques: Seuqcaj!

Lisa: And what is your favorite food in the whole wide world?

Jacques: Seuqcaj!

Lisa: ...

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Weiss: Mother! Have you seen Whitley?! I think I lost him!

Willow: When was the last time you saw him?

Weiss: Last night, when I took him on his first date.

Jacques: I remember my first date~!

Jacques: Your mother never looked lovelier~.

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Willow: Well, I think Whitley looks dashing, and if you won't go to the gala with him, then I will~!

Jacques: What about me?

Willow: I was going to give you some rubber bands to play with, but if you insist, you can come.

Jacques: Oh... I could have had rubber bands...

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Willow: Thank you all for coming tonight. Now, we all know why we're here tonight, don't we?

Jacques: To see those keeno nitro rockets! Vroom, vroom~!

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Winter: I'm at a loss... I don't know if there is a way to fix Penny.

Willow: Your father is working on an experiment of his own. Perhaps you two can collaborate?

Winter: (Walks into Jacques' study w/ Willow, Sees convoluted contraptions at work)

Jacques: (Looking through a microscope)

Winter: And what is the... purpose of this experiment?

Jacques: I'm developing the world's very first fish-powered death ray! It'll make Roman Torchwick's version look like a joke~!

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Jacques: (Standing next to a snow-woman) Winter, your man troubles are over because I found you the perfect mate~!

Jacques: His name is Ken and he lives in Malibu. He has a girlfriend named Barbie, but she's not much of a lady. More plastic than person, if you know what I mean.

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Weiss: Father, I'm in love with two people, and I don't know who to choose between them.

Jacques: Oh, that is a tough one. I had gone through similar travails when I was with your mother.

Maybe in the past?

Jacques: (After beating a man senseless) I punch like comet, then drink 'til I vomit, I'm Jackie the Sailor Man~! (TOOT! TOOT!) Agh agh agh agh agh!

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Willow: Weiss! Jaune! I'm so glad you could make it!

Jaune: It's wonderful to see two people together after thirty years.

Jacques: (Stabs Jaune with a fork)

Jaune: OW!

Jacques: Oh! He is real~!

Weiss: ...Ugh, not one of his better days.

Willow: I'm afraid it is. I just don't know what to do; our marriage has never been this shaken and Jacques just isn't the man he used to be.

Jacques: (From the very top of a high pillar, Dressed up as) NANANANA! BATMAN~! (Swings down, Choking out a server) BATMAN~!

Klein: (Sighs) Very good, sir.

Clerk: ON STRIKE!

Jacques: Excuse me, my good man, but I could put you through with a man who can help. A man named... Batman..

Clerk: Er, that won't be necessary, sir.

Jacques: Oh, yes, it will! (Chops in the neck) BATMAN~!

Willow: (Sighs) Not every bullhead is on strike, are they?

Jacques: (Looks around, Sees Icarus Flights)

On said flight...

Jaune: I guess I could help, but I'll need a babysitter for Adrian.

Willow: This- This flight is dreadfully bumpy!

Jacques: I'll go have a word with the captain. (Enters Captain's cabin, Gasps) A pig?! (Grabs Six Swans bottle) And he's been drinking!

Pilot: (Pig Faunus, Burps)

Jacques: Wait a second... Pigs can't fly... PIGS CAN'T FLY! (Bullhead nosedives)

In the middle of the ocean...

Willow: (Reaching for an oar)

Pilot: (Grunts unintelligibly)

Jacques: I don't care how many stewards and stewardesses you bagged; you're still a lousy pilot!

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Weiss: Not to worry. I know just the man for the job; my father!

Later...

Adrian: (In a car seat, Giggling as he bounce) I love monster truck show~!

Jacques: (Driving monster truck) Hm? What show? (Continues crushing cars in the street)

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Weiss: Father, are you sure you're up for this?

Jacques: Weiss, it's only headmaster. Could I do any worse than Ozpin, or Ironwood, or Lionheart, who sold out his huntsman to Tyrian Callows for protection from Salem?

Whitley: Hm... Maybe he is cut out for this.

Jacques: Of course I am! (Pulls on face mask) Now let's rob that bank!

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Lisa: Our candidates are entering the stage now. Atlas Headmaster James Ironwood, Happy Huntress Robyn Hill, and former Councilman of Mantle Jacques Schnee. Councilman Schnee, an opening statement?

Jacques: As the first Faunus female head of the human supremacy group, I'd just like to say Atlas SUCKS!

Adam: This might actually hurt us more than it helps us.

Lisa: And Councilman Schnee, what would you do in the event of a Grimm invasion?

Jacques: (Cooking at podium, High-pitched) Then, you sprinkle your chicken liberally with old spice~!

Willow: Oh, Jacques, what can we do to save our darling son?!

Jacques: Not to worry, Willow, my darling wife. I have friends in high places who can help us!

At Atlas HQ...

Ironwood: Jacques. Always a pleasure.

Jacques: General Ironwood, my son is being held hostage in Menagerie, and I need you to save him. I've funded Atlas Academy for years, and I've never once asked for anything in return!

Ironwood: You asked to be made councilman of balloon doggies.

Jacques: I never asked to be made councilman of balloon doggies, the balloon doggies demanded it of me!

Jacques: (Holds up balloon doggy) Isn't that right?

Jacques: (Falsetto) "No!"

Jacques: Quiet, you!

Ironwood: Oh, Brothers...

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sequel to this because now I know what he REALLY does off the clock is go sicko mode to thrash metal