#RAT FITS SO MUCH IM LAUGHING

[synthetickitsune]

can i ask for dokyeom + Being held after a long day + rainy days? please make it super fluff for the sunshine boy who radiates warmth and comfort🥺

thanks!

DK (SVT) | Rainy day & being held after a long day

fluff | 0.7k | gn!reader

A/N: if the formatting is wonky it’s bcs im posting from my phone lol

“Your feet are cold,” you whine, curling into a fetal position. He laughs, whispering soft apologies and molding his body against yours. It’s not that bad if you’re honest. You just like his voice when he speaks softly to you. You open your body to him, like a flower blooming you let him closer.

The summer storm has caught you unprepared. One minute you were rocking your body to the beat of the music, Seokmin’s heated body moving in sync with yours under the blue summer sky, and then the next minute darkness took over. The temperature took a nosedive too - again, you were not prepared for that. You got home barely an hour ago, resembling a couple of shivering soaked rats.

A gentleman, Seokmin let you take a shower first while he prepared snacks and hot drinks. Although now you think it might’ve been an excuse to have you warm up the bed, so he could comfortably snuggle into it.

“It was fun. Shame we had to leave,” he sighs, face snuggled into your chest.

“I put so much effort into my fit too,” you complain aloud. His arms tighten around you and he kisses every patch of skin he can reach.

“I know, and you looked so gorgeous,” he mumbles in a note that doesn’t sound very happy, “Do you know how many guys were staring at you? I was right there.”

You giggle, intertwining your fingers with his over your stomach before changing your mind and turning around to hold him in your arms as well. He smiles again when you kiss him. And again. And again. You pull away enough to look into his eyes.

“I don’t actually know because I was too busy looking at you,” you reassure him, “It’s hard to look anywhere else when my boyfriend is so hot.”

He makes a soft oh and bites his lip. “You’re hot too.”

“Thank you,” you accept his compliment with a smirk that soon turns into a yawn, “I’m glad we’re home though.”

The soft drumming of rain outside spreads through the room, filling the comfortable silence. The cold air blows in through the window, but you’re perfectly protected by the blanket and your shared body heat. Maybe this is better than the booming noise of the festival.

“It’s nice,” Seokmin agrees, “I was getting tired anyway, I just didn’t want to ruin your fun.”

“You can’t be for real,” you groan, closing your eyes before rubbing them, “Do you know how much I wished you’d say you want to go home?”

“So much that you made it rain,” he jokes, making you laugh too, “And you could’ve said something too.”

“But you looked like you’re having a great time.”

“You too,” he makes sure to make the situation a stalemate. You feel a little silly starring at him with a pout on your lips when he’s pouting too, the same stubborn look mirrored in his eyes. It only takes a few seconds for both of you to break.

You pull him closer and he readjusts your position so you could nestle in the crook of his neck, his arm tightly coiled around your waist. His other hand massages your neck gently, making you close your eye in bliss.

The rain sounds so far away, wind keeping it from hitting your window and disturbing your peace. If you listen closely, it feels like you can still hear the music from the festival. You let Seokmin easy the tension from your neck and shoulders. You don’t feel too tired or you know you’d be falling asleep already.

“I feel sore all over, you?” you mumble, too tired to open your mouth properly.

“We’re getting old - some jumping around and look at us,” he sighs dramatically. You join him. “It’s too bad.”

“It’s bad getting old with me?” you tease, more a playful hum. You can hear the smile in his voice. You feel his arms settle around your body and squeeze you tighter. You hold him closer too.

“Never,” he whispers, “I’ll love you even when you’re a wrinkly raisin.”

“I’ll love you too, my wrinkly wet thumb,” you laugh at his immediate protest of raisins are cute! and shut him up with a kiss.

That always works.

[spacexseven]

Thinking about a lil au idea of DOA or Rats of the House of the dead being basically your cult in the god reader idea.

Of course, the other “members” of the cult don’t see you in that much of a big light as Fyodor does (he’s the only one to be THAT devoted to you, really). But they are still members, and little by little they just

Start to like the idea wholeheartedly.

(I love the god reader idea so much it has me in a chokehold rn)

!! anime only's, you have been warned! the following includes spoilers for 2/3 of the unknown (as of now) members of the doa, and other stuff involving the doa.

i'm not writing for kamui 'cos this was a little long as it was. also am sticking w doa 'cos im more comfortable writing for nikolai, sigma and my little vampire rockstar :^^

cw: its kind of a cult, yandere themes (near the end)

you had always known that the rats were only the beginning of fyodor's reign.

and maybe he knew that too—you could hear the soft smile in his voice when he asked you if you thought that the decay of the angel was a better-suited name for an organization that would carry out his plans and catalyze the great destruction you always said he would bring. you don't grace him with an answer, though even you have to agree that it was a name that, once uttered, could unsettle the bravest souls and fill them with trepidation. it was a fitting choice; symbolic, powerful, and ominous.

if anything, the other members were just as unpredictable and unnerving as fyodor was to you once. nikolai was the first you met. you later learned that he went against fyodor's words to come see you, seized by curiosity. bitterly, you realized that the reason why he stared at you so much was because he was studying you, like one would an insect. you almost wanted to seize some of that divine order you had and strike him down for being so blatant about his interest. but when you thought about how fyodor could never look you in the eyes, and how lonely it was as his god, you found yourself taking a liking to the eccentric clown.

there was a side to him, however, you're not sure you like at all. bloodied hands and a wicked grin to match, when anyone else seeks your time. fascination that was both lustful and violent in nature, and a possessive grip that didn't seem to let go of you.

"time for a quiz!" nikolai exclaims, "will the decay of the angel succeed?"

"of course," a wry smile plays at your lips, "who else has a god on their side?"

he laughs in response, loud and uninhibited. it's the most noise that's ever filled your room

sigma was a mystery that had too many missing pieces to be solved. a part of you could sympathize with him, having lost your own self to the blurred-together years and the exhaustion that came with being the only one with your level of sentience. however, you don't let yourself think about the book fyodor had used to create sigma, and what it meant to you. there are some things, you decide, that are best kept to yourself. some things that fyodor should never learn about.

sigma, in your first meeting, was slightly awkward; a perfectly natural response, but not in awe of your presence, not like fyodor. his voice was firm, but not unkind, and his words were respectful, but not...obedient. it was perfect.

in sigma, you found an unlikely friend. he told you about the mundane happenings in the outside world; a customer caught cheating, an employee that struggled to keep up, all the paperwork that was involved in the running of a casino in the sky. these things, as compared to your daily life, were nothing of the sort you would care about, but you listened all the same. regardless, you could tell sigma appreciated the sentiment.

you, however, don't appreciate his strange habits. recently, you think, he's been acting a little too much like fyodor. as much as you liked sigma for the natural ease that you felt by his presence, you couldn't brush off the ominous feeling that came with sigma seeking you out more and more. you start feeling like he's looking for validation of some kind from you, one you didn't wish to provide in fear that he may find this an encouragement. he reaches out for your hand often, something you might find amusing if not for the way his hand trembles.

"are you planning to leave?" nikolai, knowing the fool, must have said something to scare sigma.

"no," you say simply, "not yet."

"so you will leave," sigma frowns. you've seen that look directed to many a clumsy employee and messy files, but never to you. it's almost frightening, "don't you like it here?"

"besides, i..." he stops himself, "dostoevsky won't let you go. and...i don't want you to either. you should stay. we take care of you too, don't we?

unlike most people, you weren't surprised to see bram stoker. though in your memory, he was a lot more...whole and formidable of an opponent. more than that, you remembered him as a man turned into a monster that brought unimaginable destruction because of an ability he never asked for. it was a strange reminder of how much had really changed over the years. now, he seemed sullen, and defeated; it was a depressing sight.

now, he was exhausted. you could tell he didn't want to be here, with the decay of the angel. you could also tell that something was terribly wrong with the sword that was inside him and the pained look in his eyes. fyodor tells you of a kamui when he brings the coffin in, and just by the current state of bram and the utterance of his name, you know already you would not get along with him.

bram doesn't ask you questions, not about why you were here, or what you were doing for all those years. he doesn't explain his situation, and you don't pry. you can put the pieces together by yourself, and when it dawns on you what the kamui planned to do with bram, you realize that there were greater evils than fyodor.

there's a silent solidarity between you and bram, perhaps stemming from being something non-human. you get him the radio he's always wanted, insist that he be allowed to converse with you more often, and so on. these days, bram talks more, and it almost feels like you're talking to an old friend. bram's lived through some, though not most, of the things you have, and he remembers what nobody else does. you wonder, one day, if the two of you could have been friends had you met a lot earlier, and if you hadn't brushed off the news about the vampire ability user the first time. when you voice this out to him, bram has the most adorable reaction. your words make his eyes widen and, stupified, cause him to awkwardly change the topic, fumbling over his next few words.

ah, now you really wish you went to see him earlier.

it's that odd sensation of having a friend, caring for another, that urges you to offer your help to bram. you tell him you can get him out of here, out of the mortal angels' grasp; somewhere safe. you say you can help him regain his former state, help him survive within the shadows of humanity, like you had before. kamui, fyodor, or the doa; nothing will be able to stop you if you really wanted to make it happen, regardless of how complacent you were now.

at the very least, you thought, he might be pleased. grateful. maybe not elated, but, at the very least, relieved. instead, bram looked shocked. you can't tell if the idea horrifies him because he doesn't think you can do it, or because he believes that the decay of the angel was the only connection you had to him. perhaps he thought that saving him, freeing him, would also mean removing yourself from his life. you almost felt bad—you were very likely bram stoker's only friend in his miserable life.

still, you're not quite sure what to think when he extends his stay and starts contemplating, seriously, to cooperate with kamui. you can't wrap your mind around why he'd want to stay, and the possible loss of so many lives as a result unsettles you deeper than it does him, but he's steadfast in his decision. he tells you, with an unfamiliar tinge of scorn, that he was tired of trying to protect people, when all they did was try to kill him.

"if you're so sure, i suppose i'll have to stay here with you." concern weighs heavily on your mind, but more than that, suspicion lingers.

bram smiles, then, and seemingly relaxes in his coffin. an uncomfortable feeling seizes your chest. how had you not noticed?

[pumpkinsy0]

Can I have tally hcs ??cuz like ur one of the only ppl who thinks abt them the way I do

im actually shocked bc i swear i barely rlly talk about them???BUT ILL TRY TO NOT DISAPPOINT☝🏽☝🏽

•ion think they rlly kiss that much, like im so serious kissing is just not their thing, they probably only rlly do it when their hooking up 😭

• that lyric ”a shame that i can read ur mind” from duvet by bôa is so them i swear it is, but i specifically think tim is more aware of how alike they are, like dallas knows they are alike but tim just understands it

•they do NOT go on dates, like ever, i dont think theyve ever actually went on a date w each other, neither of them see the point, a smoke session in the designated smoking area and a drink at the bar runs these to pathetic rats fuel

•buck was the first person to find out about them ill forever hold onto this idea, they were drinking a lil too much and he thought they were just gonna fight some ppl somewhere else n leave but he saw they went upstairs and was trynna rationalize it

•ill tell u what when either one of them came downstairs putting on their shirt, buck needed a drink his damn self hes so tired of this fuck ass bar

•ik when he started going out w dally, tim stopped laughing w angela about curly going out w pony cause now he had NO place to talk about relationships and thats like one of the first things angela started noticing was a bit off w tim and that was a clue into her finding out about tim and dally LMAOOOO

•i think all the shepards love lives r a bit weird n crazy so they dont rlly meddle in each others affairs, but HOLY shit i think them talking about tims is actually so real cause???what ARE??? u thinking sir????

•i think dally and tim both generally have the same build but tims a bit beefier and dalls a bit taller so their clothes fit a LITTLE weirdly but u wont rlly be able to tell

•UNLESS that is if ur ponyboy curtis cause once pony was just STARING at tim bc he knew somethin was off, and then it clicked that tim was wearing something of dallys and tim just felt so exposed and didnt look at pony at all and tried acting like he aint notice/didnt care

•but let it be known that pony told curly and it just went “is tim wearing dallys ___” “”yea😕””😕”

•BUT BACK ON TRACK, i think they see the marks they leave on each other in fights most likely in bed and they just do NOT apologize at all, just stare and the other just rolls their eyes maybe one of em makes a slick comment

thats all i can think of rn but i swear maybe i can think of more some other time if u want em

[lucyfrostblade]

want a drabble? vote for ratgrundlr and submit your prompt. commit voter fraud once and get two drabbles!! prompt by @mazeyphaedra : really anything about ivy you’d want to write im down to read cc: @vortahoney for the "kipperlilly has a hot dad" agenda word count: 433

sent by ivy:

URGENT !! party meeting in 15 my place be there or be square this includes you kip

So, fifteen minutes later all the Rat Grinders gathered in Ivy's living room. The seating arrangement was painfully boring in Ivy's opinion—Lucy and Kipperlilly huddled together because apparently being murdered wasn't enough for Lucy to get over her crush. Whatever. Ivy wasn't jealous. Mary Ann sat on the floor, her Quokki Pet in her hand. Ruben sat next to Buddy on the couch that wasn't occupied by the world's most toxic lesbian situtationship.

Oisin, like always, stood next to Ivy in front of the TV. “You might be wondering why we gathered you guys here today.” He said,

“Not really. I figured we were just doing movie night.” Mary Ann said.

“You underestimate us, Skuttle. We're doing something so much better.” Ivy said.

Kipperlilly looked away from Lucy's eyes for the first time since they arrived and said, “Please explain how this is an urgent party meeting.”

“Maybe I'm taking a page from your playbook and I'm here to murder you all.”

Only Lucy laughed.

Truthfully, Ivy had spent far too much time getting this all together. “Oisin, please start the slideshow.”

The TV flickered on, and the other Rat Grinders saw the title screen for the first time.

“Which of the Rat Grinders has the Hottest Dad?” Ivy read out the title, using a pointer to emphasize each word. “Next slide.” She ushered Oisin on before the words could truly set in, but she saw Kipperlilly sat up a little bit straighter and tense up.

He clicked to the next slide. All chaos broke out then.

Kipperlilly lunged forward, or would've if she hadn't been tangled up with Lucy in the moment before. They both fell to the floor, the all too common sound of one of Lucy's joints popping out of place echoing in the room when she fit the hardwood flooring.

Normally, that would've stopped Kipperlilly, made her dawn over Lucy until she was sure Lucy wasn't about to drop dead. Again. But rage shined behind her eyes as she tried to get out of Lucy's grasp.

On the screen, the second slide was proudly displayed—a collage of photos of Kipperlilly's dad with a text banner reading And Why is it Kip's Dad centered across it.

“My dad is not fucking hot! Stop calling my dad hot!”

Ivy looked down at Kipperlilly and burst into laughter at the sight.

“No, Ivy's right. Your dad is hot.” Mary Ann added.

A mistake, truly, given she was the one now within striking range of Kipperlilly.

[kaleberryshake]

// jrwi spoilers

Been too long since I've jrwi posted. Thinking about Vyncent. Thinking about all of Condis PCs actually. I feel like I have the most fun watching Condi play when he has characters like Emizel where he can fuck around the whole time and do things for the bit. I adore Jay Ferin, don't get me wrong, and she is so girlfailure and I love her, but she is so much less stupid than some of the other PCs. there's something so fascinating about Emizel killing himself in front of the twins just because he could. Emizel as a whole is my favorite character from the Suckening I think. He's just so funny. Like wdym he thinks he grew up an an orphan baby mechanic??? Hello??? Why is he like that!!! I love him!!!

One of my favorite Jay Ferin moments is that fuckass scene in the mold corridor. Having chaotic shit like that is such a treat to watch, and I love it. I just enjoy when Condi’s PCs are having a time, it's so fun to watch! Or like the fact that I was rewashing PD the other day and there was a scene where they were all on lime scooters or something and William got hit by a bus?? Or something I don't fucking remember and just found Vyncent on the roof of a building?? For some reason??? Why was he there??? How did he get there!?!? He's truly magical.

Oh god fucking Ryan from Mythborne. He drives me crazy. Why is he like that! He's such a dick I love him sm. Bullying Connor the whole time, going by Jyan to fit in with the J crew, continuously talking about the big floatball game even though they're at rat war or whatever. He makes me chuckle.

Also! Not in JRWI but in that pal world slimecicle video where he was a villain the whole time, condi playing a condescending know it all gamer man was honestly my favorite part. So funny to watch and I liked that it added a story and antagonist for the video. I always love the council videos. They bring me joy!

I could talk about this for ages, but im boarding a flight right now LMFAO.

Anyways. Tdlr: I love Condi’s PCs and they make me laugh

[unexpectedbrickattack]

heehee

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Adding some more hcs here bc its under a readmore and therefore confined to the Secret Thoughts box. Obviously suggestive but mostly relationship stuff bc i cannot help myself 😔

So i feel like i am an outlier that really enjoys noise/noisette like i think they are sooo cute…they are just silly guys ! So no this is not ANYONE cheating i must make this soooo clear i am so touchy about this subject; this is my heehee haha safe space LMAO i want to keep that kind of drama faaaar away from me.

A quick tldr for noise (that i will start calling theo bc i think its a cute name LOL i dunno where it came from but i love it im taking it) is that: hes a nepo baby that was able to start a business and brand w that money, and then stayed in a bubble for the rest of his life bc his image and branding is too important to lose. He hung out w the same rich people to network properly and maintain status. He didnt have the time and courage to go into the circles he WANTED to go into.

I had a whole essay written but this is supposed to be a little tldr lmao basically. Hes bi and curious and gus is always extremely overwhelmingly happy and eager to mess around w anyone (also bi) if it means peppino will be there and peppino is like FINE but ur going to get attached to the rat and thats not going to be my fault. This would be after theo starts behaving, as in, starts respecting peppinos boundaries. And he gets to hang out w him peacefully enough times to work up the courage to poke the bear (lol) and ask questions. Bc hes nosy and curious 🥺 they look like they have so much fun at the bar and w whoever they pickup like. Way more fun than he has w his stuffy rich friends. He wants to be there, he wants to have fun 🥺

Anyway he gets to be peppino and gustavos third and it leaves him like this ->💥💥💥💥💥 and gus thinks its so cute lol like this poor possum is worn the hell out 😭 needs to conk out and sleep forever. ‘ONE. That was fun. That was FUN. I want hazel to do that to me’ peppino, wide eyed but like clearly flabbergasted and smiling incredulously: ‘YEAH? REALLY ? I MEAN. DIDNT UH. DIDNT KNOW SHE HAD THAT IN HER. OR WHATEVER.’

‘TWO. Would u do this again? Like that was fun. That was FUN. I wanna do that again. I think im too busy this week and next week but like. Is that an option? I can push stuff around so it can fit in ur schedule??’ And peppino LAUGHS like full body laughing hard enough that gus comes back w a water looking so confused. Hes like oh my god. You dont have to cancel shit for a dick appointment !!! You dont!! Oh my god!!! Hes like crying laughing at the thought of theo having to cancel an appointment so he can squeeze in his threesome 😭😭😭 and theo cant help but look A LITTLE red bc okay it sounds silly BUT no one said no and he will run w that lol

Also convinces hazel to get a strap at some point. Which i think is so funny bc i have a scene in my head of noise being so smarmy w peppino and gus like ooohhh so u needed dick to be normal again and not be rude? Was that all it took? And now theo is thinking back to what he said as hes laying down in bed after getting thoroughly pegged by his gf and hes like oughhgh……i get it……

[lazypanartist]

Hello, may I offer, for your consideration since ive had this stuck in my head:

The Rise TMNT having a super punk/goth friend. They mention one day during a movie marathon somthing regarding music. Like, idk some bad guy getting someone with a piano wire and Reader just being like "That's not even a piano wire. Thats a guitar string..." April asks how they know and the reader mutters something about "having to buy enough strings to know the sizes and types."

Cue the Mad Dogs all gasping in shock!! Reader knows their instrument strings, that means they probably play!! They beg and plead for them to give a performance and, reluctantly, they agree. They seem nervous though. Come to find out, they never have played in front of someone. Not outside of classes and such. Theyre nervous. Antsy. Apparently at their big solo for a school thing, they froze and choked.

("Do you know why?" "I dont know. it was just all...so much. The suits, the heat of the lights, the massive crowd of people, the eyes, the pressure, I just....Yeah...")

Eventually it comes around to the day. Leo has been texting Reader all day to make them laugh and ease up, reminding them to wear something they WANT. Raph is helping move some speakers and amps to the half pipe, finding it has the best acoustics. Donnie has been the one setting stuff up, getting lights and such in working order. April is lending a hand and setting up a camera and doing sound checks. Mikey is doing Decor! he's made a banner, "Concerto De Reader" for the big event and make some snacks for after!

("...Hey, does anyone actually know what kind of instrument they play??" "No..." "Mmm welp its a bit late to ask without it being weird..." "Listen, its Reader. Its gonna be a guitar." "They WERE talking about the guitar string, remember?" "Yeah you're right that makes sense...")

Time finally comes and the reader makes their way in, and surprise, surprise, theyre still horrifically nervous. And clutched in hand...is a case much smaller than a guitar. But perfect for a violin.

(Poor Donatello nearly loses it. They're gonna think they're idiots for setting up an amp!!)

They set the Reader up, get them in the perfect spot.

Reader steps up to the mic, and is stopped by Leonardo taking their jacket. Raph untucks their shirt from their pants. "Just be casual." Says Mikey, with a big grin. April has her phone ready for pictures. Donnie dims the lights so theyre softer, less harsh and hot.

Big ol' goth Reader finally opens up the instrument case and check it, its a sweet electric violin.

("Yeah. That seems fitting." "Ohhhh mi gosh the amp was a good choice in the end!" "Oh this is gonna be so rad!" "chill out, Reader need to focus!" "Yeah but man im so excited...")

The reader takes a big, calming breath, Places the violin on their shoulder/chin, holds the bow above the strings....And freezes.

The gang can fix the lights. they can fix the clothes. they can make it casual or formal or anything in between.

But they cant change that theyre watching.

And once again, Reader chokes.

The gang waits patiently, some giving soothing words and encouragement and others patiently waiting or trying to ask whats wrong. But reader has frozen, blank stare at the ground, hand shaking a bit as they try to press the bow to the strings but they just CANT and-

Something comes into view. Two small pink feet and a long tale tucked under yellow cloth.

Splinter stands in front of the Reader, back to them, as he huffs and nags his sons over dishes left in the sink and a few pizza boxes left out.

("Whats the heck dad?!" "Hey!! Down in front!!" "Dad, seriously not a good time" "Hi Splints. :)" "Hello April :)" "Uggghhh..!!!")

Splinter continues to bicker with his sons and April, and any attempt to move him his met with a swift smack or threat of grounding. The teens are all so focused on the large rat, currently center stage and ruining the concerto, that its causing a problem.

....Focused on him, and not on Reader.

They take a shudding breath, and, while theyre busy, close their eyes and begin to play the first few notes.

Splinter's ear twitches and a slight smile crosses his face as he continues. The others catch on and, either have their attention on him or their phones

Amd Reader has their first performance, there in the sewers of new york, with their friends arguing with their dad about who's turn it is to take the trash out or whether Jupiter Jim 3D the 4th was a sell out or not.

And they cant help but smile at that.

Oh my.. god?? I love this idea so much!

Just. Everyone loving you enough to try and make you comfortable; going above and beyond to set up the stage area, just because they care about you.

Splinter probably knew what was happening. After all, it's the lair; not a ton of places to set up shop.

Knowing how he was as Lou Jitsu, it's likely that he's used the Distraction method before. Get the rest of the cast/crew to focus their attention elsewhere just enough that whoever's in the spotlight can truly shine.

Everyone catching on and continuing to keep their eyes off of reader even though the whole thing was set up to watch them play, because they know that they're more comfortable like this? Perfection.

I don't know what else to say.. thank you for sharing this with me!

[lostmykeysie]

hi keysie! i dnt use tumblr like at all but i recently just finished reading the horcrux hunt n the missing link and boy do i hve thoughts i need to share. listen, ur writing is absolutely phenomenal n i cannot stop thinking abt it morning, noon n night. the way u write the friendship between regulus n remus has me crying n laughing all at the same time. they care abt each other sm. it feels so real to me. i love them so so so much.

honestly, i wasnt sure how i felt abt the platonic kissing at first but as i read on i get it. the way u portray their dynamic it js fits so well. i literally adore the way they talk to each other n ive honestly hvent found any other works like it. im so glad they had each other during the war and everything.

some aspects of their friendship tht rlly hve my heart/stuck w me:

- the fact tht regulus starts questioning his view of everything bc remus came into his life !!

-n the fact he goes into the wolfsbane project (mostly?) bc of remus - THEIR NICKNAMES FOR EACH OTHER

-regulus (especially the 'You’ve got me tearing my hair out here Rom, I’m so worried.' letter) n lilys letters to remus during the december moon 😭😭

-the fact tht they share memories on the pensieve w each other js so tht the other cn understand their feelings. IT FEELS SO INTIMATE. its like when ure telling ur friend a problem tht u cnt quite change but u js need them to listen yk?

-"I think the Lupins were always meant to be a four piece set, and now we’ve finally got you." I ADORE THEM!! regulus n hopes relationship 💗💗💗

-when regulus was like how cld u sirius??? he thought u were the love of his life n u thought he was a traitor??? i cld kill u rn. me too reg me too.

speaking of wolfstar angst,, u wrote them so well!! my heart cracks little by little with every fight they hve in the camden flat but theyre doing sm better now in tml it makes me SO happy. the fight where remus leaves for his parents house yet still left pieces of himself in the flat BROKE ME.

the fact tht remus wnted to tell sirius n the others wht he was doing so bad but cldnt, n in the end he knew it was right not to bc of the rat. honestly, the way u decipt peter has me in shambles. bc like, he was ready to betray them frm THE START yk?? like he literally became animagi for remus n STILL tried to frame him. id feel violent as well.

and lily, oh gods lily. i love her so much. the fact tht she cried bc she realised she loved james n felt like she was losing a piece of herself bc she thought tht meant she didnt love alice anymore??? broke me once again. alice is one of my favourite characters and no matter how minor of a role she plays in any fic i still love her dearly. i, too, would be in love w her.

i also love tht lily n remus were still able to repair their friendship even w everything tht happened. i dont rmb wht happened to the polaroid, did lily take it w her?

the girls + dorcas n reg getaway!!! dorcas' face jewellery omg 💗💗 i also plan to get a few piercings to my face when i cn in the future :)

reg n lily hving a truce in muggle waitrose is so funny n endearing to me bc theyre hving a heart to heart while picking up cheese and like?? breadsticks 😭😭

oh well, this is getting quite long i think. my last point: jegulus!!

ill be honest i stumbled upon the missing link before the horcrux hunt bc i was looking for jegulus fics but after seeing reg n remus interact i HAD to go bck m read thh. no regrets, i enjoyed it dearly.

reg n james kissing n reg js being like nope nope im not gns process tht. BUT LIKE NOW THEYRE HOLDING HANDS !! honestly i love how reg treats harry, their interactions has my heart. if i were james n i saw reg n my son interacting, id already be a gooey puddle on the floor, james has quite the self control. tho considering it is physically impossible for it to happen, i think he has already metaphorically melted into a gooey puddle on the floor.

lastly the part where remus was talking abt how haz takes after all the four of them. one of my favourite moments honestly.

now this is quite a lot, so if u do end up reading all of this, thank u for writing thh n tml. 💗

sending lots of love x

hi darling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

first of all i just want to say this is the LONGEST ask i have ever had lmao i didn't even know you were allowed this many characters your power is unmatched xxx it's like you wrote me a lil story you're the best xxx

i love regus friendship and i can't even remember why i was like 'you know what i need to write about this' but i will NEVER write them as anything but bffs ever again i am obsessed with them i love them so much i'm so glad you do too xxx

i think the platonic kissing was a bit of a wild ride for us all and i think some folks were a bit worried it wouldn't come across as platonic because it feels like such a romantic thing but i think once we got used to it it just became *their thing* you know?? and i love it so so much i love them and they love each other i love their dynamic so much

i love your list of faves <3 i just love the concept of people having fave things and moments it makes me sooooo happy. i think our faves are quite similiar, reggie doing the wolfsbane trial defo for me. the first night they got drunk together in reggie's flat is also close to my heart<3 and of course reg seeing sirius for the first time in years and defending remus <3

the wolfstar angst hurts but it's also just... it's not *easy* to write but they just have so much angst they really have fought a war for their relationship and it's never been smooth sailing and i'm glad i didn't just throw them together happily ever after once the war was over because it just didn't feel real enough you know? BUT i feel like we've earned the fluff now and that is ALL we have now for these last four chapters it's fluff fluff smut and fluff and i can't wait <3 <3 it tastes so much sweeter now because of the angst you know

peter was a tough one because i feel like canon implies he's just a coward but that's just. not enough for me, you know? and he's canonically a hat stall so i just love the idea he's actually this menacing creature that is so selfish and self centred that as soon as he thought he wouldn't be on the winning side of the war and voldemort had more to give him he just dipped. like how you can forsake your best friends of ten years you have to be a horrid person and a coward just doesn't cover that for me!!!!! but a person driven by selfish motivation their whole life, loyal to only themselves???? yes please

i LOVE lily i love sapphic lily but i LOVE the idea of jily being best friends. lily is so mature, much more mature - emotionally too - than the rest of them, especially the boys. it is a bit heartbreaking to not only give her unrequited love for her best friend but then to kill alice.... such an ouch i wont lie. but i love her. and i'm really excited for her future in this series too, i didn't just want to shove her into a relationship like she's got trauma to get over healthily and a kid and everything she deserves a proper arc <3

lily did take the polaroid!!! she has it in a drawer at the moment but it won't stay there <3

dorcas is a legend and i love them they're such a fun character to write and i might be inspired enough to re-pierce my other nostril and get an eyebrow... i want a ring through my eyebrow soooo bad

i love reg and lily and they will only get closer <3 <3

omg me and you both. i feel like reg is accidentally great with kids and james potter is the daddiest daddy so of course if you're great with his kid he's gonna love you. that definitely sold reg for him i think. i also love him so much in this fic because i feel like he just *knows* how to deal with the black brothers. he's not pushing reg for anything despite being quite obviously his biggest fan and i love him for it i actually LOVE them. and i didn't expect to! this is my first jegulus fic and idk if i'll write them again outside of this universe/series but i love them so much i feel like they've come together so well and they complement each other and i LOVE THEM

i do love little harry and i cannot wait for harry to grow up with all four (and more) of them raising him. i will defo do follow up fics in this series without a doubt because i just have to for my own sake xxx

thanks so much for coming and writing me your own little story in my ask box hahahah sorry it took so long for me to get to it, i am chronically OFFline xxxxxx kisses xxxxxxx hope you enjoy the final few chapters !!!!!!!!!

[mistydeyes]

I would love a mw2 pairing from you! i love your work sm!!!

appearance wise: I am 5’4, i am pale-ish, my hair is dark brown and wavy, it has a lot of volume from being frizzy + i have layers, and it’s armpit length. my eyes are dark brown as well and i have full eyebrows/lashes. I would definitely say i’m on the chubbier side, most noticeably in my round face, 🍒, and thighs. covered in quite a few scars but most of them are faint and only visible up close. in my day to day i wear small silver hoops almost always, and usually my clothes consist of bell bottom jeans and some sort of form fitting shirt / an oversized shirt or sweater and shorts + low top converse. also wear makeup almost daily, at least concealer for my chronic dark circles and some mascara and brow gel

personality wise: i do my best to come off as a understanding and open person to anyone, but i’m definitely very shy upon first meeting people, and (surprise surprise) can’t shut up when i get comfortable (this takes months). im always reserved in group settings, not good with public speaking, etc etc. i tend to have a drier sense of humor, most of the time if i make one of my loved ones laugh it’s due to my lack of reaction to something i or someone else did or said. when i do actually make a joke my sense of humor is a little on the darker side, no offense jokes at all, just shock humor. that and teasing for sure, playfully teasing is my fav. my love languages are verbal affirmation and quality time, im very intuitive and can pick up what people around me are feeling. i love taking care of other, i absolutely thrive when i’m nurturing my friends and family. i am known to be very clumsy and am constant covered in bruises from walking into walls/furniture (it’s half clumsiness and half being 🍃). also i am an avid user of 🍃!

interests and likes: video games (i play on pc and switch!), painting, drawing, and sculpting are my favorite hobbies! but when i’m not feeling up to them i like anime, makeup, fashion, just started getting into the gym, besides that physically speaking the only things that’ve interested me are volleyball and swimming. and i would also consider myself a sanrio enthusiast ^-^ i really enjoy cooking as well as baking and i research new recipes daily. also kinda of obsessed with mood boards (pinterest is everything to me), anything that let me express a niche aesthetic i have interest in. i enjoy reading tarot i have a decent crystal collection i keep on display. also a huge fan of candles, perfume, scented lotion, body spray, incense, anything really that smells fresh (inclshing just actual fresh air) point is, i love smelling good. bit of a skin care fanatic and have practically used my face as a lab rat for different chemicals. listen to music prosctially every hour of the day i love lana del rey, kali uchis, arctic monkeys, PTV, p!atd, slipknot, SOAD, fiona apple, cage the elephant, fleetwood mac, and the list goes on.

future aspirations: currently in my second year of community college but i’m basically just going to get into a white-collar desk job in fianance after getting my bachelor’s, i don’t have any passion for it but that doesn’t matter to me! money is money that feeds into real interests :) /gen

my type: i would say i’m a very open person, i don’t have a physical type but body wise i’d like my partner to be a little taller than me, either more extroverted than me, or capable of handling social situations that are too much for my anxiety. i am not the most outgoing so i couldn’t really get along with someone who wants to be out of the house constantly, my batteries NEED to recharge. other qualified i love are being complimented by my partner, being praised, info dumping + listening to them info dump!!! i love being spoiled + spoiling my partner in every way.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

How you met: Civilian Kyle never understood why the US Navy loved going to the beach. But after a successful mission with the Navy SEALs, he was invited to "train" with them on the beaches of California with a friendly volleyball competition. As he arrived at the beach in his swim trunks (ones that he had to buy because who would think they needed to bring one), he could see the net set up and a few patrons suntanning a good distance away. When the game first started, he had the unfortunate position of servicing the ball. He tried to do an underhand serve but it went flying across the beach and directly towards a young woman who was enjoying the summer sun. "Heads up!" he yelled but suddenly you caught the ball with record accuracy. Your silver hoops dangled as you rose from your towel and you could see a couple of the men motion for you to roll the ball over. You smirked as you palmed the ball in your hand and threw it up in the air, delivering a jump serve which hit the net with impressive force. Your actions received a few whistles and cheers and you smiled before going back to tanning and listening to your Fiona Apple album. After the match had ended, your sun was blocked by a young man who glistened with sweat in the heat. You lowered your glasses and struck up a friendly conversation. "That was impressive," he breathed out in a gorgeous accent, "you have to show me how to do that."

A peek into your relationship: "I still don't understand how you can do that," Kyle said as you laid on your couch, smoking a bowl. "You just have to grind it up, pack it, then you suck it like a strong and light until you see embers, and then you inhale," you replied before repeating your actions and blowing some smoke in his face. Kyle had been respectful of your habits and you entertained him as he couldn't risk a positive drug test. Besides, he enjoyed the company and your high thoughts. As he rubbed circles on your shoulder, you laid in his chest and mused about random thoughts. "Do you think that bees and butterflies are snobby about what flowers they pick? Like is it like when you go to a restaurant and you only like one type of food?" you asked and you could hear your boyfriend laugh wildly. "What goes on in that head of yours?" he replied and kissed your cheek gently. "Oh that reminds me there's some new summer perfumes from Sephora that are just calling to me!" you said excitedly before Kyle grabbed you and held you back in his arms. "Oh no you don't!" he exclaimed, "let's talk about perfume purchases when you're not thinking about the bees and butterflies."

[purplecraze]

Beauty and the Beast AU 15

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 7:48 PM

He thinked about a bit, what story could Fugo like?

...

"Did she ever told you Rapunzel?"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 7:49 PM

"mmm....I know the story, but I don't think she ever told it to me."

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 7:51 PM

He smiled "Ok then~ so, Once upon a time.."

And Nara started to tell the story, making voices and moving his hands as he talked about towers, witches, princesses and princes

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 7:52 PM

Fugo listened along. Though he was more interested in seeing how the other was telling it than the actual content of the story.

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 7:58 PM

"Aaaand they lived happy ever after!" He concluded at the end and then grabbed some of the food, staring to eat

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 7:59 PM

Fugo closed his eyes, sighing wistfully. "you have a beautiful voice..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:01 PM

"...Really?" He asked a bit confused and a bit blushy on his cheeks

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:04 PM

"hm?...yeah. it's nice to listen to." Fugo got a bit awkward about it too, seeing the other's response. was it rude to say?

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:07 PM

"Ah, thanks--" He said blushing

"You have a nice voice too"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:08 PM

"uh..hmn..." he looked off. "it might have gotten a bit hoarse. I'm not used to talking so much..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:11 PM

"Maybe, but its not ugly at all" He smiled and got back to eat

"And fits your face! But probabily eating some honey for a bit would help it to be back smootly! Also if you got cursed at 13 and now you are 16 is normal that your voice changed"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:15 PM

"...?? 'fits my face'?" What's that supposed to mean?

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:17 PM

"Oh yknow when you see someone and then their voice is not what you expect? Like a big dude but has a squeaky voice?" He giggled "for you is the reverse,  it fits you! I mean it goes well? Dunno how to explain it--"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:18 PM

"mmmm..... I guess yours would be manlier than what one would expect, then?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:18 PM

"E-Eh?? I have a girly voice??" He asked pouting

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:19 PM

"no, your voice is manlier..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:20 PM

"....have i a girly face then???"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:21 PM

"err....." Fugo realized there was no way out of that one. I mean, it's true?

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:23 PM

Narancia pouted

"Uff...its because i have big eyes??"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:24 PM

Fugo glanced off, muttering: "To call one thing...."

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:24 PM

He pouted a bit but then smirked "i am a pretty girl at least?"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:25 PM

"............very." he admitted, peeking at him.

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:27 PM

He giggled blushing

"Oh my~"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:30 PM

Fugo chose silence, opting to not make the conversation any more awkward than it was.

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:36 PM

He is flirting with you, dumbass!

Nara waited in silence a bit, for the mood to chill a bit, before making more questions

"Nh...If...lets say i stay here a bit more...are you sure you arent gonna get annoyed? I mean ive been here a week and i havent really been the perfect guest"

he laughed awkardly and yes he did heard you before

"Not sure what you would gain having a street rat roaming in your house and having to lock youself in your room all day to avoid to touch him for a whole month"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:41 PM

Damn it, he did hear...

Fugo was quiet for a while, trying to ignore both his cheeks and throat burning.

"....yes...I suppose you're right.... the merchants won't be back for another month..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:43 PM

"Thats not what i meant" He sighed

"Im talking about you Fugo- Look i dont mind be here, is nice, i have a roof on my head for the first time in forever, there is food etc but i dont want to be a pest and take too much"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:46 PM

He stared at him for a while.

"you..... you haven't got a clue what you've done.. have you?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:47 PM

He looked at him, confused and sightly worried

"D-Did i something wrong??"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 8:47 PM

"No! the complete opposite!"

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 8:47 PM

"Oh"

He sighed

"....What i did?"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 9:00 PM

"I-...." he tried to pick his words.

"I had never even imagined the possibility of someone reaching this place. anything that even thinks of getting close to me dies a merciless death.

And yet there you were, like-.... like you were right where you were supposed to be.

You mesmerized me, how alive you were. not just physically, but in your acting.

When you fled away, I hated myself more than ever before. I had ruined every chance, I thought. No one would ever come back.

But you did! I was--....."

he took a breath. "I was in a frenzy. and completely panicked when you were chased off because of my fault.

I was thorn between thinking you had to leave as soon as you could, I had to make you leave. I couldn't face you, it was too dangerous.

and... thinking 'just... just a bit longer. an hour, no more. Tonight he'll leave, I'm sure.'

And you-... you never did.

You even started talking about coming back and breaking the curse, even though it's got nothing to do with you. You wanted to see me and I couldn't help myself wanting to get closer too.

I wanted to protect you from myself, more than anything! But I couldn't stop it!

Every time I tried to think 'this is enough, I'm content with just this', you only came closer and--...... and now we're here...

And I....

I....I..."

He choked on his words.

"...I can't help... wanting to touch you......"

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 9:08 PM

Oh

oh

Nara gived an awkard giggled

"I-Im not that special Fugo-- I-Im a street rat, i use to steal to live- hell, the first thing i did when i got in your house was to steal your stuff" He laughed

"Maybe i was in the right place and in the right time, but that all- I-I cant do magic or even help around the house! I can barelly cook and probabily i carry some nasty stuff i got from the steets-

B-But i really want to help you!

I...I really want to touch you too- Thats why i want to find a way to break the curse! I-I never had an objective in life beside survive so as much dumb it was, the idea of sealing for some epic quest to help someone that was kind to me for the first time in years sounded excided...But also kinda dumb i guess haha.."

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 9:18 PM

".........." the blond breathed in deep.

"You are special, Narancia.

What are the odds that the person who happens upon my doorstep is the son of the woman I deeply cared for?

What are the odds that despite you never staying in your room, you are unharmed?

What are the odds of me wondering around where I normally wouldn't go to, happening to safe you from wolves?

What are the odds that the one time you were sleeping outside, I leave for outside too? As if I'm seeking you out?

What are the odds that the only clue of breaking the curse is something you realized in a week where I didn't think of it in years?

Why did your mother enchant this dome? Was it to protect something she loves?

Then--.... then how much more must she have wanted to protect you?

I feel as if.... nothing of the past week is mere chance.

And..... I'm almost feeling hopeful..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 9:21 PM

"Nh..."

He rubbed his eyes with his hand, no time to be a cry baby now!

"Its just...It feels weird to me, till a week ago the only 'special' thing about me was that i was being able to survive for so long and still i wasnt even sure i would see my 18th birthday"

He sighed

"So...What we do now?"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 9:25 PM

"........." Fugo cast his eyes down, embarrassed with how much he had enclosed to the other.

it was just... he wanted to share so much with him.

But at the same time, he was continuously confronted how wretched he is. how unfair it was to confront Narancia with all his problems, even though the other had had a difficult life too.

He didn't want to be this sickly, problematic creature... he wanted to be someone who could stand proudly beside him..

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 9:28 PM

Nara layed down again, hand behind his head

"Mh...If i stay could you teach me a bit of magic?" He asked giving him a little smile

"If mom had magic in her, maybe me too"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 9:30 PM

"mmm...." he nodded. "It's possible.... what do you want to learn?

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 9:32 PM

"Not sure, maybe the birdy thing? Also the thing you do to make food" he laughed "and dunno, not sure how magic work, so you can kinda take the lead. I guess i want to know the basis"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 9:34 PM

"...........what will you do tomorrow?" he dared ask.

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 9:35 PM

"...W-Well...I guess its better that i learn some magic before going to some epic quest mh?" He smiled at him

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 9:37 PM

"........are you sure? it's a whole month. and... the new moon is the worst..

If-.... you go with them, you could find the way back by yourself and leave when you want..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 9:39 PM

"Well...Another reason why i shouldnt leave you alone right? Your dumb ass is gonna get sick again if i dont keep an eye on you"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 10:23 PM

"I- I won't! I've never gotten sick like that before!"

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 10:24 PM

"Yeah because you went out when it was snowing you dingus" He laughed

"Unless you catched something from me but dunno, i bathe myself and we sure kepts some distance to eachother"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 10:29 PM

he huffed, not wanting to argue about it. all the more because of the distance comment.

orange-plane-boy — 09/02/2021 10:31 PM

"Anyway, i made my mind, im gonna stay anyway" He smiled

"I will stay in my room tomorrow night, i promise"

purplecraze — 09/02/2021 10:32 PM

"............." Fugo didn't look at him, scowling to hide his embarrassment. "suit yourself...."

[silenceoftheman]

Just had an insane dream and have to write it down plus extra thoughts. In this dream i was living with my best friend in some sort of city. My sister and her boyfriend also lived in the same area. They lived in an outer room of this college building converted into a room. Their outer walls were just glass so anyone could look in. I told them at dinner they should probably invest in some blinds, as I tested what someone was saying and just witnessed her boyfriend laying there on the couch, half naked. E, my sister, agreed with me. That night I went for a run to get back to the hotel where I told C how much lighter I felt now that I had lost weight. (In this dream I had hit major goals). I had a copy of halo 2 for a joke. IDK that part is weird and fuzzy. C still laughed at it though as they do because they're cool like that.

Then me and my best friend, C, decided to go to the mall with my sister. We show up to hang out with her and her friends but I noticed they were kinda being mean to my sister and she was taking it on the chin and awkwardly laughing "with it". E gets up and leaves, clearly disgruntled at the remarks. I let them know what they did was bullshit and that they should feel ashamed of themselves. One of them tried to square up with me, but with C being there i decided i just wanted to get the hell outta there. It is now visibly late, im thinking 9 or 10 pm. We get to the parking garage level we parked at where there are almost no vehicles. A shady looking character in a sports car tried to drive without tires on their rear rims. Me, being a good samaritan, informed the dude. He tells me to "fuck off" and so i do. He starts driving insanely recklessly, almost intentionally trying to hit me and C. I grab C's hand and aggressively get behind a cement pillar. The sports car slams into it. We then run back into the mall since it was the safer path (getting to the car was really dangerous as we would have to go through this guy.)

There's almost no one at the mall at this point. But we go in expecting to just be able to wait this guy out. He comes in after us with additional thug-like characters, think people who look under the influence and messed up. We werent even going to call the cops i THINK because we just wanted to get outta there. He assumes we were gonna "rat". He and the thugs start saying vile, vile, insults and disgusting threats. They start approaching us rapidly and i grab the handgun out of C's hands which C has pulled out of her holster. C didnt really want to shoot them and i think in the moment i didnt want them too either. I aim the handgun dead center at the first two thugs and shoot.. They seize up on the floor. The few people at the mall panic. Then a bunch of police looking individuals barge in the door from behind the thugs. I immediately surrender the gun and raise my hands. I wake up. THOUGHTS: What a crazy ass dream. There was a lot of emotion behind it as well. I think me working out before bed has intensified my dreaming. I'm also pretty anxious about going to see C in May. Also thinking about my weight and fitness goals constantly so that is where the physical fitness part of that dream comes in i think. I've also been watching "Friday night lights" A LOT and i think this influenced the colorfulness of the dream. I remember lots of dark purples and greens in the dream. The thug bore the resemblance of a coworker i pass often who is actually very nice. In the moment of everything all i cared about was C's safety. Didn't want C to get hurt and so i kind of took charge of the situation in the dream. Idk if that's what would have happened or if C would have needed all that... but regardless in the dream they were shook. There were tons of emotional feelings and thoughts i could expand upon but seeing as those tings came from a distressful situation (which was fake but nonetheless effected my emotional reactions and thoughts) i think it wouldn't be fair to. I was worried. Love is all I'll say. The confusing kind. I wish i could operate my brain like a computer and just sort things out. I definitely woke up panicked!

[lesbian-serpent-handler]

Pop, Folk and Gaming Tracks for the ask game!

Answering for papa 💀, copia 🐀, and ochako 🍵

1. Pop — What's the sweetest or nicest thing your f/o has done for you?

💀 papa isnt great at overt sweetness; he'll pat my head, call me pecorella, give hugs when i prompt him, but hes much more low key about affection. What sticks out in my mind most is the first time i had a trauma dream at the abbey. I had gone to the library because i didnt want to risk going back to sleep, but papa had just been leaving at that time. I ended up in his bed, he had read from a book in latin until i fell alsleep again

🐀He likes to write letters after he found out im horribly sentimental about that sort of things, and communicate better in writing. He had a small collection of his letters to me printed and bound once, im not ashamed to say i cried upon receiving it

🍵 mention me in a hero interview! It was unexpected, we werent public since many heroes arent out as queer, but when she was asked what the best part of her day was, and she smiled wide and say "going home to my girlfriend." I nearly started crying. I wanted to scream "i love you" so loud she could hear it from the set!

3. Folk — What's something funny your f/o has done or said, or a moment that has made you laugh?

💀 Watching him argue with his brothers, especially his younger brother, is so funny. Terzo does NOT take him seriously half the time (youngest sibling behavior) and watching him get frustrated is hilarious.

🐀talking to the rats. He only has one pet, but there are some wild rats around the abbey that he feeds (a bad habit i want to discourage but they *are* so cute.... and its not like he or the ghouls need to worry about rabies or anything). He will have whole conversations with them, especially when hes applying his paint for the day. He takes it quite seriously. He tried to ratatouille one, once, but it just peed in his hair

🍵 whenever she makes herself float on accident. It doesnt happen nearly as often it did when she was in school, but now its just unexpected enough that when i see her go up, up, up. It puts me in a giggle fit. It happened most when we started dating, and i would get brave and give her a surprise kiss ♡

10. Gaming tracks — What is a core memory or a memory you will never forget with your f/o?

💀 Watching papa lead mass for the first time. Hes so commanding and an incredible speaker, and he was so passionate it was awe inspiring. He may be My Dad™️ but i kind of understood then why he has so many late night visitors to his sound proof chambers...

🐀 His ascension. I was so proud and also terrified; after the attempts on the previous papas lives, and nihils death immediately prior, i worried for his safety. But he worked so hard for this, second most employee of the month awards, years studying, working his ass off, working his way to the top. Seeing him in his papal paint and vestments for the first time... who could forget that?

🍵The first time she saved me. Seeing her fight so hard, actually *angry* for the first time that i witnessed. I'll never forget that face.

[meetmymouth]

ooh I think #7 and #17 from the blurb list would fit very well together! if you want!

THANK YOU LINDS <3<3

prompt list here, send a number!!

#7 If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle

#17 Sleeping in the same bed for the first time

THIS IS 3K IM SORRY I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF SO PLEASE REBLOG LMAOOOOOO!!!!!

"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

[otrtbs]

i saw you finished chapter 36 - conk rats, by the way!! - and i just realised… im not going to write another hypothesis parasite comment for art heist baby! ever again. there is nothing left to hypothesise (once these chapters are released)

i think im going through the stages of grief. who am i if im not connecting dots and contorting quotes to fit my ideas??

thanks for giving me the opportunity to write all those comments (and that one mole essay), they were so fun :,)

(word vomit is coming on those last chapters!!! but just not a hypothesis ☹️)

i hope this information doesn’t sadden you as much as it saddens me ❤️‍🩹

ahh!! thank you so much <3333

you’re going through the stages of grief? IM GOING THROUGH THE STAGES OF GRIEF OMG rn I’m at deny, deny, deny. closing my eyes and refusing to acknowledge this actually xx

actually the thing that gets me through it is knowing I can go back and look at all your past hypothesis posts and see all the things you were dead right about and laugh and then I’m probably going to send u like 17472 messages like “remember when u said this I screamed bc u were so right bestie” hahaha

thank you for giving me the wonderful opportunity to read all your lovely thoughts and hypotheses even when I was doing my tipity tap dance around like EVERYTHING 😭 genuinely it has been one of the best things abt writing this fic <333 they were so fun to read!!!

this info DOES sadden me 🥺❤️‍🩹 im going back to my denial phase hahaha <333

[lancelotdeservedbetter]

FRIENDSHIP FRIENDSHIP WILLANDGWENSHIP

you know what we were properly robbed of? will and gwen immediate friendship

so i like to think that merlin was writing will letters from camelot just like "went into the citadel today and started a fight with some asshole. got you some socks lots of love" followed the next day by "i am now in the employ of aforementioned asshole. please burn my last letter so i don't get executed." then the day after that will gets another letter saying "i hope you didn't burn that letter yet because having spent another day with him, ive decided the execution would be worth it if i got to call him an asshole to his face again"

anyway

obviously he writes about all the new friends he's made and tells will all about gwen and will writes back saying "are you sure you should really be making friends with smart people, you're not exactly subtle with your capital offences" and gets a response a week later saying "fuck you. she makes me flower crowns" and so will is like yeah i get it now and gets a secondhand account of all merlin's interactions

THen in 1x10 he finally meets them

and it's chaos

merlin: Will!

will: Merlin!

merlin: WILL!

will: MERLIN!

merlin: WILL!

will, narrowing his eyes and hissing slightly: arthur

and merlin knows will and knows arthur and knows the next ten seconds are likely to end in bloodshed and tries to quietly manage it and will is just about to open his mouth to end arthur's life when he notices this woman rolling her eyes at in the background and he just lights up and shoves arthur out of the way

merlin: this is the prince-

will: not interested. IS THIS THE GWEN FROM THE LETTERS? ARE YOU GWEN?

Gwen: um. yes. i think.

and, partially to piss arthur off but mostly it's because it's what she deserves, Will bows so low his joints creak

merlin: oh are we bowing to gwen? sick

gwen: what is this. what is this happening here. it's nice to meet you but what the fuck

will: thank you for keeping my merlin alive. it is no easy task and you have completed it nobly. that said, there are still plenty of hours left in the day for him to go all merlin and get stuck in another tree

and gwen immediately takes to him and they spend that whole episode with gwen rolling her eyes after arthur talks and muttering and will thinking she's a genius and proudly repeating her comments at the top of his lungs

arthur: and the men will fight because of our superior intellect and physical prowess

gwen, quietly at the back of the room: is that the same superior intellect and physical prowess that stops you from dressing yourself

will, gleefully: IS THAT THE SAME- (gwen tackles him)

and gwen performs her second successful rugby tackle of the day when she takes out the guy that aimed the arrow at arthur, meaning will just sort of trips into him while gwen whacks the man she just flung herself at

so will lives and he starts writing to gwen so much that merlin sends him a live rat with a little tag around his body that says in perfect cursive

"you think you can forget me, bitch?"

so to compromise, merlin and gwen start going on weekend trips to ealdor to visit will and the rat (will named him arthur because he thought it was fitting)

and they're just friends through the whole series and

-he visits camelot in series 2 to steal things and laugh at uther's long and complicated troll divorce and be the troll's lawyer (i've decided that's what happened) and desperately tries to wingman gwen with morgana

-when gwen gets banished and goes to ealdor will is ready to start an all out war with camelot and she has to talk him down from

will: im going to fry him. im going to destroy his world. im going to burn his house down

gwen: i appreciate the sentiment but i don't think that's necessary. or possible

will: it's definitely possible if i have a dragon

gwen: where would you get a dragon

will: i know a guy

-will is definitely at gwen's coronation. it's technically gwen and arthur's wedding but will refuses to call it anything but gwen's coronation

-after elyan dies, gwen goes to ealdor for a week so she doesn't have to face her real life and just spends the week chasing cows with will

will is there at camlann but refuses to declare which side he's on

arthur: william, it's good of you to come

will: not for you mate

arthur: what?

will: nothing

gwen: he's joking, you're joking, right?

will: can i get back to you on that

gwen: come on man are you serious

will: morgana makes some points about the magic stuff. and i still kind of like you two together

arthur: i'm right here

will: i know

and will permanently moved to camelot after camlann and serves as special advisor to the queen. he was never actually appointed, her just started turning up to council meetings wearing a shirt that said gwen hype team

[trashcanfanfics]

May I get a fanfic in Val’s POV where Valentino is in one of the worst moods he’s ever been in since nothing has been going his way correctly and he ends up lashing out in reader?(Im a sucker for angst) 🥲

There were a few more asks that I felt could fit into this so thats what I did! Also, friendly reminder, I write gender neutral! Hope you enjoy!

Valentino was pissed. Nothing was going right. Three actors were maimed, five more killed, and to top it off, Y/n wasn't at work or answering his texts. He had half a mind to march down there and demand why they didn't come to work. He missed them more than anything, really. Val thought that seeing them would definitely would change the whole day. That was before he remembered that he confessed while drunk. He decided to let them be, but he was irritated to say the least. He was losing money, afterall!

He gave up on trying to be the bigger person. Valentino was their boss, fisrt and foremost. He pulled out his phone and pulled up their contact. He'd call them.

The phone rang twice before a groggy "hello" answered. Val's anger raised. They ditched work to sleep in? Absolutely not. It doesn't matter how much he loves them, this was unacceptable.

"Y/n where the FUCK are you?" He was seeing red. Val was also slightly hurt. It seemed like they were avoiding him the last few days. Whenever he tried to talk to them, it seemed something else was in the way. Their breath caught in their throat. Fear. That was fear. They were scared of him. That didn't sit right in his mind and made his anger worsen, but this time, at himself.

"I'm sorry, Boss, I-" there was vicious coughing fit, "-I'm a lil' under the weather." There was more coughing. Guilt bubbled up in his chest. Of course they're sick. They've been looking awful for at least two days now. He can't believe he didn't notice sooner.

"It's alright, it's just been a stressful day today." They hummed back in tired underestanding. "Get some rest, babycakes." He hung up the phone and turned to the closest office person. Val informed them he would be out for the rest of the day and to contact his second in command to take care of whatever else was needed today. With that, he left.

~*~

Y/n's place was that little house Val murdered their stalker in. They appreciated not living in a run down apartment now, but was slightly confused as to how he got the house. He told them not to worry about it and enjoy their new space.

Upon entering the house, he took off his coat and hat, hanging them on the rack by the door. The furniture was replaced with lovely red and black walnut instead of that tacky white and bright makore it was before. He had let Y/n take over with his interior designer and decorators. They certainly had taste, just as he knew they did. The ceilings, he was pleased to notice, were now high enough that he could stand properly.

Val made it to the kitchen and opened up some cabinets, looking for some type of soup he could make for them. That's what people eat when they're sick, right? It's what Vox always made him when he wasn't feeling his best. When they weren't fighting or on a break. He found it weird that he didn't feel empty the way he used to when he broke up with Vox before. Maybe it's because he didn't have anything past platonic feelings for him now? Hm.

He found the soup and then went searching for a pot. The pot he pulled out was...very well used, to put it nicely. Val made a mental note to get them a new pots and pans set. Heating up the soup, he added a few extra seasonings to it to make it less bland. the next thing he found that needed replacing were their dish and silverware. How did they live like this? Their bowls and plates had chips in them, silverware with dents and scratches. Plastic cups from the second hand store? No wonder they got sick! He immediately went online and bought them new dishes.

He grabbed the bowl of soup in his bottom hands while grabbing a chipped mug (more replacements needed) and pouring some juice from the fridge into it. Putting the juice back, he handled both items in both sets of hands. He carefully made his way down the hall to the room.

Inside, he was greeted by Y/n's sleeping form. Their peaceful face made his heart melt. He gently placed the soup and drink down on the nightstand before gently shaking them awake. They snorted and sat up, immediately groaning, then held their head. A headache probably. Their eyes met his and widened.

"Bo-" They started coughing harshly. Val placed a hand on their back, rubbing up and down to help. His lower hands reached for the mug and brought it up to them. They looked at it when their coughing calmed down and then took it, taking a drink.

"How're you feeling, Y/n?" The question took them off guard. Had they expected him to be angry? The thought made the guilt from before rise up again.

"I'm...not the best." They looked down at the mug in their hands, gently rubbing the rim with their thumb. Val rubbed their back some more before grabbing the soup in his upper hands and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I heard soup can help with that." He smiled as he dipped the spoon into the soup. Val offered the filled spoon to them. They stared at it amoment before looking him in the eyes and taking the bite. Val's face erupted with a blush. Why did they have to do it like that? He looked away as his lower hands smoothed out the bedsheets near them. The thumping in his chest reminded him that he had drunkenly confessed just a few days ago and hasn't said anything about it to them since.

"...Val?" His breath hitched wheen he heard them say his name. He looked back at them. "Can I have more?" He just about died again. He quickly dipped the spoon back into the bowl and raised it back to their lips. Their...very soft looking lips. The way they wrapped around the spoon and took the soup with it. He was getting very hot and bothered. Oh no.

"How about I take that cup and you take the bowl, precious. I'll get you more juice." He stood, holding out the bowl with his upper arms while the lower ones reached for the mug. They let out a soft laugh and handed him the cup before grabbing the bowl. Both of their hands touched and Val swore it felt like fire raced across his skin. He squinted, awkwardness forgotten for a moment, and leaned down to place an unoccupied hand on their forehead. They had a fever!

"Uh...Boss?" Their face was red, probably from the fever. He removed his hand and hummed. Val left the room without a word and headed for the kitchen. He opened the fridge and picked up the jug of juice in his upper right hand, twisting the cap off with the upper left. As he was pouring the juice into the cup, he wondered what he wwould do about the confession thing. He capped the juice and put it away.

Back in the hallway right outside the bedroom door, he knew he had to tell them again. But sober this time. He entered the room and walked over to place down the mug. Y/n watched him, the bowl, empty, had been placed on the nightstand.

"Y/n, there's something I'd like to discuss with you." He sat down on the edge of the bed again as they went ridged. There's that fear again. He hated the way his chest hurt at the thought of them being afraid of him. "About a few days ago. When I was drunk." He wasn't looking at them, but heard their sigh as they relaxed. The ache in his chest eased a bit when he saw that from the corner of his eye.

"Yes...That." Their reply almost made the moth laugh. They felt just as awkward as he did over this. That made this easier somewhat.

"Yes, well, I meant what I said." He took a breath. "I love you, and that's the reason that Vox and I aren't together anymore. He called me out on my infatuation with you a while ago but I said it was just a passing thing and that I wanted to make things work between him an' me."

"So...You two are back together now, I'm confused by the continuity, here." Y/n's voice was hoarse. They cleared their throat as Val reached over to hand them their mug. They thanked him and took a swig.

"No. This time it's for good because I want to pursue you." He grabbed one of his antenae and scratched where the base and his head meet. A tic he'd picked up from Y/n. Though, they have hair that they run their fingers through instead. "I would like to become your lover." He finally met their eyes. They were staring blankly at him. His heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. They didn't feel the same.

"...You do know how...inappropriate this is right?" They ran their hand through their hair, undoing knots as they came across them. Val itched to help them with that. Even when their hair looks like a rat's nest, he imagined it'd feel soft. "If we were to be together, how would that look? I'm your employee, a porn actor. everyone'll see this as you taking advantage of me. How would that be for your reputation?"

"To hell with my reputation! I couldn't give less of a fuck. All I want is you! If it makes you feel better, I'll fire you, I'll make you co owner of the studios! Anything to have you beside me and share your existance with me."

"Boss-"

"To allow me to kiss you! To let me hold you! To let me wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you every night!" He was waving all four hands and his lower ones reached out to hold them by the upper arms.

"Boss!" He didn't hear them, too caught up in his feelings.

"To share meals and experiences! To live with you and laugh with you!"

"Valentino!" This snapped him out of it. His upper hands were now gently holding their face. He enjoyed the warmth and how close they were. They let out a breath. "Calm down, I still have a headache." He immediately let go of them and scooted as far as he could from them.

"I-I'm sorry, precious, I don't know what came over me." He looked down at all four of his hands folded on his lap. They sighed and reached over to hold the bundle of hands.

"I do. You've got it bad." They huffed out in amusement, but their attempt at a joke made his heart sink further. "But, uh, I kinda got it bad too." These words made him whip his head back up to look at them.

"What...?" He could have slapped himself if he wasn't so focused on the next words to come out of their mouth.

"I love you, too, Valentino. I would love to be your partner." Those words made him grab them into his embrace and snuggle his head into the crook of their neck.

"That's wonderful, precious! I'll make you so happy, I promise!" He squeezed them tighter. They wheezed slightly.

"That's great and all, but," they wheezed again, "I'm still sick." Oops. He let go and stood up to take care of them thoughout the rest of their sickness.

The word after may have changed, but they wwill always be his favorite.