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cornflakegetmilking · 1 year

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Bittersweet Cravings

Warning: this fic contains possesion, alot of killing, oh also some saucy moments

Sauce Warning - Sauceless

Chapter 5: A New House

"Damn so a shapeshifter huh? I would have never guessed with your human disguise!" Frank looked at their new features in awe as they stood outside by the doorframe waiting for Jack to call on Flakes for their ride home.

Flakes sighed and shrugged.

"Yeah well apparently to Jack i was obvious even with my disguise! And now here i am stuck with him... at least im not dead..." They chuckled bit.

"Yeah but now your dream on being with mister big man is finally coming true!" He laughed at his own joke as Flakes laughed along.

"Yeah but i didn't mean it like this!" They pulled on their collar trying to give Frank a proper view on it.

"Dang... it looks expensive!" He looked closesly, taking in the details.

"Well that's cause it is! He even bragged on and on about how its all purple and shit how the silver stuff is real silver and yada yada!" They laughed a bit as they ended up admiring the collar themselves.

"Well purple is hard to get to..." Frank added as he also admired the collar. "It's a nice shade too!"

"I hate to admit it but yes it is kinda nice... doesn't change my opinion on the whole living trophy bizz tho..." They sighed and looked up, seeing Jack was still waiting on his carriage so they had time to talk still. "However I hate to admit that the idea of being his is intriguing me... I'm not sure if it's really me or if it's my animal genetics talking but something about him keeps pulling me in closer... kinda like a blackhole but instead of trying to get away from it i just let it pull me closer..."

"Have you always been this cheesy?" Frank laughed and received a playful punch on the shoulder.

"I'm having a moment here!" Flakes rolled their eyes as they giggled a bit.

"Flakes!" Jack called, grabbing their attention.

A black carriage was behind him that was being pulled by what looked like colorful horses. He was eyeing them as a signal to follow him.

"I have to go... see ya tomorrow Frank..." They smiled bitterly and walked off to hop into the carriage quickly, not wanting to get him impatient. Jack gave frank a deadly glare before following in as well, with that the carriage takes off.

"The hell did i do?" Frank asked confused as he noticed how Jack looked at him.

As Flakes sat in the carriage quietly they couldn't help but be bothered by the loud silence. And being in a rather thight and closed space with Jack it wasn't helping with their disturbance. They wanted to talk but knowing him, he probably didn't want them to be a chatter box the whole way through the ride.

"We're not too far..." Jack finally spoke up as he noticed Flakes' expressions as he could read them well.

They only nodded and sighed in releif hearing that the journey wasn't going to take too long as they tapped their fingers on their arm waiting. Jack rose a brow and let out a bored groan.

"At a time i want you to be chatty you're now awfully quiet..." He glared down at them.

"Oh... Sorry i honestly didn't think you'd even wanna hear me talk..." They rubbed their arms a bit anxiously.

"Well normally yes but at an awfully quiet place like this it gets incredibly boring! So a bit of sound is appreciated..." He laughed as he looked around the close space.

"A-aren't their magical items that make music?" They stopped rubbing their arms as if they genuinely wanted to focus on their discussion... in which they did.

"Yes but I don't like the idea of having any of my collections in different places other than the trophy room and my mansion. Ever since i decided to be careless of my belongings when i went to find the last wishing star and then lost just about all my magical artifacts i decided to be a bit more careful about them from then on. Haha! Can you believe that though? Me? Being careful? Hahaha!" He let out a loud laughter.

Flakes blushed watching him so, it was almost cute seeing him like this and so close. Jack sighed as he wiped the tear out his eye before looking back at flakes.

"But that being said, with you by my side for now on i hope you can cure my boredom whenever i need you to entertain me!" He smirked.

"I'll do my best Mr. Horner sir." They nodded obediently.

Jack then pouted and placed his finger onto his chin.

"What's wrong? Did i say something bad?" Their ears flopped not wanting to dissapoint him.

"Well now that you're my trophy I don't like it when you call me that..." He tapped his finger as he kept thinking.

"W-what? Mr. Horner?" They tilted their head confused. "But i always call you that..."

"Yes but now it doesn't suit you... For now on just call me Jack! It will make you look less awkward and make you more intimidating to others!" He smiled as he booped their nose.

"I-im sorry but h-how would me calling you Jack make me more intimidating?" They asked.

"Well it will show your place with me! People will understand that you're more than just a magical entity i captured! You're like uhh..." He thought for a second before finding the word he was looking for. "My personal assistant!"

Flakes wanted to say something but shrugged, it didn't sound too bad anyways. Finally the carriage stops and the door was opened for them by their rider. Flakes decided to wait and let Jack go out first as they didn't wanna disrespect him. As soon as he got out they followed him and took a look at their surroundings, their jaw dropped in awe as the massive gate was enough to stun them. The gate was painted black and had the symbol J.H. on the top middle part, this man really was full of himself wasn't he...

"Are you coming in or are you gonna let yourself freeze to death outside?"

Flakes was so distracted by a simple gate's decor that they didn't even realize he had already opened them. They perked and ran forward to catch up to him. As they went in their eyes sparkled as they looked around in fascination, all the open space, the hedges and plants, however no flowers but that didnt seem to be a surprise to them since Jack didn't seem that kind of person anyways. The path way they walked on seemed to be made of gold making them tilt their head in the familiarity of the texture.

"Is this?" They looked up at Jack who seemed to be grinning in pride of his riches and his belongings.

"Yes it is in fact the golden path that leads you all the way to the emerald city! I had some men hired to dig up pieces of the pathway for myself to keep! They can't be the only ones to have such a pretty road afterall!" He seemed really proud of this, if egos had a physical form it would be all over his face by now.

Flakes nodded as they looked down one more time before looking around again as they couldn't help but be amazed. The more they looked the more things they saw that made them awe. Jack watched their facial expressions as they kept looking and he couldn't help himself but smile a bit. It wasn't long til they were finally in front of the large mansion doors, Flakes' ears rose in anticipation while Jack took his keys to unlock and open them. Once again Flakes decided to wait for Jack to go in first, only this time Jack stood aside as he held the door open as if insisting them to go in first. Flakes' ears twitched in excitement as they didn't hesitate and ran in to look around their new environment. They walked over to one thing after the other but didn't touch anything. Jack was still watching them as they took pride on their fascination. It was like watching a puppy who was brought home for the first time in years.

"So are all you shapeshifters this curious and easily impressed?" He chuckled.

Flakes blushed but laughed in embarrassment as they shook their head and walked back to them.

"N-not sure really. I don't normally leave my house for my own safety so this is all pretty new to me." They smiled and looked at him as their eyes still glimmered in excitement.

What stupid eyes Jack thought before he chuckled and patted their back.

"Go ahead and look around just try not to break anything." He started walking off only for Flakes to follow for a bit.

"Wait but i thought the collar would choke me if i was too far from you?" They whimpered in fear, remembering the first time it choked them.

"Don't worry as i said i have control of your distance, and right now you have a pretty range from me just don't go out the gates." He looked back at them before walking again. "I'll be in the kitchen."

Flakes nodded as their ears twitched rapidly and started running around the mansion as if they were in zoomies. With how excited they were they practically just opened each door, stating what the room was and closed them immediately.

"Bathroom! Woah a library?! Oh more magical artifacts! Oh! Uh..." They paused looking in the room seeing a massive man eating plant. "... im gonna pretend you dont exist!"

They slowly closed the door and continued to run off from door to door. The place was huge, they were able to see other rooms that not all houses had, they were also able to startle a few servants and maids who lived in the mansion...

Finally they decided to go outside and admire the garden. It seemed as this was their favorite area as they took their time here and took in every detail. They were a bit disappointed about the fact there were no flowers or at least they thought there were no flowers, because after a while of looking around they found a small bud hidden behind a few bushes.

"Oh! Well hello there little bud!" Their ears rose as they hopped behind the bushes to sit down next to the baby flower.

Their ears twitched as they nuzzled the bud gently and gave it a sniff. It had no scent yet which was no surprise since it was still little but it didn't matter. They were just happy to see a flower as it reminded them of their old home out in the forest. Their ears then dropped as they let out a sigh and looked up only now realizing their situation after the thought of home, they got so excited with their new environment they almost forgot they were stuck with Jack. They closed their eyes and tried to transform into a different creature only to fail and get tiredm, they frowned seeing it really was no joke that jack had control of their magic. They looked up once again before taking a deep breathe and getting up to find Jack. It was best they didn't think much of it.

It wasn't hard looking for him as they already have seen the kitchen, they just didn't decide to bother him before. They tilted their head as they walked closer only now realizing he was doing the cooking.

"You do the cooking?" They asked a bit surprised.

"What never seen a big man like me cook?" Jack looked at them and chuckled.

Flakes looked at them up and down seeing he had removed his coat and pulled up his sleeves, Gods did he look good though, they thought before shaking their head to focus.

"No it's not that. I just thought you would be having someone else do it for you since you're uhh... you know... filthy rich?" They looked down at the table looking at the ingredients before them.

Jack laughed at their reply as he put his knife away to face Flakes properly. They only tilted their head waiting for a response.

"Well i would but i honestly don't like other people's cooking! I like my own yknow? Besides if i hire someone to do it for me i also risk someone poisoning me!" He chuckled and went back to chopping his ingredients.

Flakes nodded and watched for a bit.

"Do you need help?" They asked with a smile.

"Oh uhh sure?" He seemed a bit surprised at first but still commanded them without looking away from their work. "Can you get me a pan?"

Flakes smiled more, nodding and went to look for a pan, luckily it wasn't hard to find as it was just on a hanging rack. They managed to grab it but flinched to a sudden sound.

"Ahh!"

They looked at Jack worriedly and saw he had accidentally cut himself with his knife, making their ears flop.

"Crap! Are you okay?" They set the pan aside before running back to jack to check his cut.

"Bah! Im fine its just a cut!" He winced as his palm bled from trying to peel a potato only for it to slip out his hand, he let out a chuckle to hide away the pain he was feeling. "Its been a while i accidentally cut myself like this h-haha!"

Flakes frowned and took his hand gently making Jack look at them confused.

"It's a pretty bad cut tho..." They whimpered looking up at him before pulling him to a sink.

"What the hell are you doing?" He groaned as he followed anyways.

Flakes just looked at him and at the wound as they gently pulled it to the sink and turned on the tap.

"You should clean the wound at least... but I'll get you a bandage just in case!" They gave a soft smile as then ran out the room to find a bandage.

Jack looked at the door where they left. Confusion filling him.

"Im sorry what?!"

To Be Continued

#jack horner #jack horner x oc

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upsidedowndreamland · 1 year

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It’s 1 in the morning and I’m all up in my feelings, so I’m here to rant, I guess. First thing’s first, as of the time of this writing (12:46 AM EST, Saturday, May 20th, 2023) I have one more day until I am seventeen years old. It will have been (if I remember correctly) around a decade since I first got introduced to Kirby. I was seven years old (again, I believe I was but I’m not sure. Could’ve just been around that time) My mom took me to Target. What for? Who knows. But while we were in checkout, I came across Kirby Triple Deluxe on the shelf that was in the checkout aisle. I was disappointed because I couldn’t find a Mario game (don’t even remember what I was looking for) so my mom got me Triple Deluxe.

And it’s been a whirlwind of Kirby ever since.

Listening to tracks from Triple Deluxe… replaying the game… it’s so… bittersweet, almost a decade later. Tracks like Floral Fields, Keychain Collecting, A Forest Hike, and ESPECIALLY Toy Rhythm and Spring Smash Factory all just feel so… bittersweet (I know I’ve already used that word but nothing else can describe it). Kirby canonically embodies childlike innocence and joy. In a way, Kirby himself IS the “good old days” in a literal sense. He’s the embodiment of that concept, which is really neat considering he’s a video game character that generations’ worth of children are going to grow up with, outgrow, produce more generations to introduce to Kirby, then that generation outgrows him, and so on. I don’t really know of any other video game character whose character kinda REVOLVES around being nostalgic. It’s special to me that the one I do know of… is the one I grew up with, so I can properly appreciate it. After all, I didn’t grow up with, say, Sonic, so I wouldn’t be able to appreciate it if he was supposed to embody the “good old days” of my childhood.

But Kirby. Kirby, I appreciate perhaps a bit more than I want to, because appreciating nostalgia hurts. It kinda has to, because nostalgia ITSELF is an innately painful feeling. Those are days you can never get back, never (fully) recreate, because at the end of the day, you’re just not the same person anymore. At thirteen, you will never be eight again. At sixteen, you’ll never be six again, and so on.

I’m not exaggerating when I say I wouldn’t be the person I am today without Kirby. Not to shit on Mario or it’s fans, but that’s what I grew up on until Kirby; and the Mario series (aside from its best game and a game I’m probably more nostalgic for than Triple Deluxe: Galaxy) isn’t exactly known for telling thought-provoking stories. Kirby, on the other hand…

I never really made it past the third world of Triple Deluxe as a kid. Because of that, after seeing the thumbnail of YTSunny’s Triple Deluxe final Boss video… I couldn’t help but click.

And then on I went for literal YEARS, watching every Kirby video I found, reading Kirby Wiki and WiKirby entries (damn near every article each wiki had to offer; from characters to plot synopses to trivia to weapons and items), and watching Kirby top 10 and “evolution of” videos (like the victory dance) until I was practically bleeding Kirby from my ears. I listened to every song I could find, read every variation of each game’s plot synopsis from website to website, spoiled myself on every game (because from my point of view at the time, I was never gonna play GBA Kirby), read fanfiction both crappy and great, and watched Kirby theories by every channel sellin’ em, though especially Meteorz’ What Is Kirby Canon? videos. I would scroll for hours through the 3DS Eshop, upset because I couldn’t find the old Kirby games I learned of and wanted to play thanks to the keychains in Triple Deluxe. I’d usually end up watching hours of trailers for Triple Deluxe and Planet Robobot (before the latter released when I was ten years old) and that’s how I found the Kirby 3D episode, and Right Back At Ya as a result of that, leaving me with yet another (now nostalgic) channel of Kirby to feed off of. I had an endless desire to know and consume MORE. It was like it either created or awoke what was already in my brain.

A love of stories.

I absolutely love stories. I love ancient mythology, urban legends, all of it. It fascinates me. I’ve always had the weird tendency of fixating on something: if I like it enough, I end up knowing everything about it, down to every last meaningless scrap of trivia. The Kirby series and its endless wealth of stories, background info and interconnected lore hooked me and woke up the writer part of my brain, and now that’s what I want to do for a living. I want to write. And it’s all because I fell in love with a dumb little video game series about a pink marshmallow who lives on a star, eats cake, and gets beat up by a penguin. If my writing career ever ends up taking off, I will owe it all to Kirby, who started me down the path of storytelling (yeah, not just reading, TELLING. Twelve-year-old me would literally cram Kirby stories down my stepmom’s throat during car rides, and it’s literally prepared me for how I now share serious, original stories I may do more with professionally some day with her).

Now, I’m about to be seventeen and, to be honest? I’m scared to death. I’m scared to leave behind my childhood, obviously, because it’s (again, quite obviously) all I’ve ever known. Soon, I’m going to be working and stressing and paying bills like any other adult; and living alone, at least for a while. I’m about to enter the real world, and I’ve been increasingly retreating into my childhood memories of Kirby and countless other things recently. And the nostalgia frickin’ hurts, dude. I want to go back so bad. I want to go back to those slow, after-school afternoons I’d play Triple Deluxe in the back office of the tropical smoothie my grandmother worked at. I want to go back to the car rides home with that game, with playing it while waiting for dinner to be done, with my grandfather sitting on the couch next to me watching ancient aliens or the curse of oak island or something.

For now, though, I’ll honor the way Kirby changed my life by pressing on and looking into writing careers; and in the meantime, I’ll pay tribute to my roots by continuing to write for the series I love so much.

Thank you, Kirby. Here’s to another seventeen.

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#kirby #nostalgia #personal rant #lots of feelings at 1 am the day before I turn 17 #reflecting on a decade of Kirby nostalgia and the future #to come #Youtube

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lenklanklonk · 1 year

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I'm about to watch AoTC for the first time as an adult and I'm gonna put my thoughts here.

:read more:

1. Beginning scroll says thousands of star systems are leaving the Republic and I'm so shocked cuz like I never thought about how BIG The Republic is??? Ya know?

2. Poor Padmé she's genuinely sad that her handmaiden died and she even expresses her regret for even coming 😭

3. Like why is Naboo still part of the republic? At the end of TPM I totally expected Padmé to give a speech about how the Republic failed them and call for a vote on whether or not to leave. And she (so far) expressed disappointment/distrust in the Senate???

4. Jedi council are all in a meeting with Palpatine. Mace tells him "that we aren't soldiers and that we don't have enough people to protect the Republic." Which just disproves some anti-jedi arguments I've seen

5. Awww Yoda being so sweet and nice to Padmé

6. It's so bittersweet how much the Jedi still believe Dooku to be a good person

7. Jar jar in a dress

8. Obi Wan is like, telling her she's beautiful in front of my salad???

9. Obi-Wan and Anakin are just having a domestic in front of everyone is just so funny

10. Anakin hasn't seen Jar Jar in 10 years and yet the second Padmé leaves the room Anakin just starts ranting about his crush XD is the normal for him? like does Anakin pull random Padawans into conversation and just info dump his problems?

11. "I much rather dream about Padmé" right to Obi Wan's face!? This clown I can't stop laughing

12. Like I totally expect Anakin to have every one of her speeches saved, a scrapbook of her official photos, and maybe even a space Tumblr all about her XD (his username is QueenAmadalasHusband)

13. The only reason Obi-Wan doesn't approve of Padmé is cuz she's a politician XD if Anakin brought Padmé home for Thanksgiving for the first time. it would go like this

" Padmé what do you do for a living? :)"

"I'm a politician. :)"

"oh. :/"

14. Props to the people who worked on the chase scene. The CGI still holds up and the design of the buildings/speeders are nice

15. she's a changeling??? What does that mean in the sw universe cuz I don't think Anakin is saying she's a fairy

16. Looking at the club clothes I'm just thinking like damn what if Disney hired Haus of Gaga to design some star wars clothes

17. :( Yoda says that arrogance is popping up in more and more Jedi

18. Also Mace and Yoda having more faith in Anakin than Obi-Wan is ironic since Anakin would think the opposite

19. I just noticed that jar jar speaks some Spanish?? He said muy muy in the correct context

20. Anakin once again info dumping his problems onto people XD the victim this time? Padmé

21. The sadness Padmé expresses when she tells Anakin not to grow up too fast 🥺 Girl had to grow up so fast

22. Awww Obi-Wan gets hugs from Dex

23. Dex knows of the Kamino?? Huh

24. And now they're showing droidism... It's like finding out your favorite aunt doesn't like the immigrants "taking all the jobs" :/

25. Anakin and Padmé having a heart to heart at a crowded space Denny's

26. Wait Padmé straight up asks if loving is forbidden for Jedi and Anakin immediately corrects her saying "Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden...One might say the Jedi are encouraged to love."

Do the people who are anti-jedi even pay attention?? Like if you find the Jedi order boring just say that, you don't need to come up with a bs moral justification

27. Anakin "your are just like how I see you in my dreams."

Padmé proceeds to pretend she didn't hear that

28. Every time Anakin mentions having dreams about Padmé I just assume they're wet dreams

29. Yoda is teaching the younglings to listen to their feelings so the unfeeling Jedi trope is just fanon. Good to know

30. It's kinda sad how Padmé didn't actually enjoy being Queen

31. Padmé just straight up dis Anakin in front of the queen "he's not a Jedi just a Padawan learner" like I'm pretty sure every one who is in the Jedi order is called a Jedi the difference is only in rank

32. I do like Kamino design

33. Excuse me!? Anakin and Padmé are already kissing?? I feel like I missed a few scenes

34. Anakin straight up to Padmé's face suggests that if a wise person is in charge then maybe dictatorship isn't so bad. Palpatine's influence no doubt. He probably also got it into Anakin's head that he's the best one for the job

35. I can see why Jango/Obi-Wan is a thing. It's not for me but I see it

36. Anakin's "agony" speech is actually quite poetic. I personally don't find it romantic but it's certainly poetic and pretty sounding.

37. I know Anakin is talking specifically about his love for her but him saying that he can't be rational. is funny when applied to his whole character

38. Aww :( the foreshadowing of them keeping their relationship a secret would destroy them

39. Wow George Lucas is not subtle

40. Anakin's nightmare scene and all I can do is stare at his nipples 🙈

41. I'm glad they show Watto getting his cumupence

42. Props to the costume department Padmé is styling

43. I really do love Owen and Beru. I'm glad the actors got to come back for the Kenobi show

44. Wow Cliegg I know they kidnapped your wife but you really shouldn't generalize a whole people group like that. wow Ani really took what he said and Internalized it huh

45. 10,000 more systems!? Once again how BIG is the Republic!!????

46. Shim's actress is so good her trying to say 'I love you' made me tear up :(

47. I don't really like how short the scene where Anakin kills the tusken raiders. It's the first time (of the prequels) we see Anakin touch the dark side. It's a huge turning point for his character. I feel like it should be treated as a climax. Bit it feels anti climatic to cut away. I just feel like it should've highlighted more that these are real sentient people he's massacring.

48. What the fuck!? Anakin just blames Obi-Wan??? Palpatine don't gotta manipulate that. That boy will really blame everyone else before taking responsibility,

49. I can see why people type Ani as Nuro divergent

50. Anakin's response is interesting 🤔 to Padmé's statement that "it's human to be angry" is "I am a Jedi. I know I'm better than this." Idk on how to put it into words but this statement recontextulizes a lot for me... I think I'll make a whole post on its own about this

51. Cliegg at the funeral thanking Shim for everything 😭

52. Anakin,I hate sand, grabbing the dirt from Shim's grave :(

53. Wow Anakin thinks he already lost Obi-Wan like he lost his mom and Padmé is like nope we're going after him

54. Palpatine Really calling Padmé out for being radical enough to call a vote for emergency powers. I can't help but feel this is a reference to TPM

55. Dooku straight up lying to Obi Wan right from the start. It makes more sense now that Obi Wan didn't believe him when he said the sith was on the Senate

56. Dooku calling Obi-Wan,my young Jedi, really shows how the phrase got passed from master to master :)

57. Like really the only truth Dooku has said so far is about Darth Sidious I really don't blame Obi-Wan for thinking it's also a lie.

58. Jar Jar is the one who proposes giving Palpatine emergency powers 💀

59. C3PO and R2 really are the Scooby and Shaggy of the star wars universe

60. Padmé really was almost boiled alive

61. "I'm not afraid to die. I've been dying a little bit each day since you came back into my life."

If I was drinking I would've done a spit take.

62. Awww Anakin looks genuinely surprised and happy that she loves him 🥹

63. Good to know that the base of their relationship is we may die so let's love each other while we can. At least on Padmé's side of things

64. Anakin said the "I've got a bad feeling about this" line. Now Obi-Wan knows Qui Gon's pain

65. Mace is so cool why do people hate him?

66. I've decided Obi-Wan and Mace are bros

67. Wow I did not know Mace was the one to kill Jango 😯

68. Jedi are dying :(

69. Wait the first plans for the death star started here???

70. In like a spy modern Au during the high speed chase scene Dooku would be on a motorcycle while the trio chase him in a car

71. Poor Obi-Wan. He missed Anakin's entire character arc and now has no idea how to properly communicate with him

72. I keep trying to figure out which clone is Cody but so far no luck

73. I do love Dooku's lightsaber design

74. Aww he pushed Anakin in exactly the right position to put his head on Obi-Wan's feet 🥺

75. Oh shit I forgot that this would be the first time audiences saw Yoda be BAMF. I hope people lost their shit

76. Padmé just runs up and gives Anakin a hug right in front of Obi-Wan and Yoda. These two are not subtle in the slightest

77. Mace doesn't dismiss Dooku's claim of Darth Sidious having control of the Senate. Once again another complaint I've seen turns out to not be true

78. Yoda is so wise for realizing that geonosis wasn't a victory but a loss cuz war has started

79. Having the imperial march play after the declaration of the clone wars starting makes me think that THIS is the true start of the Empire not when the Jedi order was destroyed

80. Padmé's wedding dress is so pretty. I want it

Final thoughts

I definitely had more fun watching this movie than TPM.

I found the beginning of the movie and the way the exposition was given hilarious. I laughed so hard.

Another take away from this movie is a lot of complaints about Mace, Yoda, and the order in general are not based on Canon just personal feelings

Even if Anakin never fell, Palpatine has everything planned so well the Empire would still rise. The Jedi were truly placed in a lose lose scenario. The countdown on the end of the Jedi order started with this movie

I don't understand why people found Anakin annoying but then again people really really don't like teenagers and Anakin was definitely acting his age of 19

It's obvious on Padmé's side of the relationship is: Fuck it, my whole life I've done my duty, never got to be a teenager, and I may die any day, I might as well do what I want and marry the man I love. I would rather love and lost than never loved at all.

But on Anakin's end he has a firm belief that he needs to get more and more powerful to keep the people he loves from dying. On his relationship with Padmé, I think Anakin's brain functions on an if so, then statements. If I love Padmé and she loves me, then we should get married. :) And that's all the thought he put into it.

Padmé has accepted her mortality. Anakin has not.

Poor Obi-Wan. He missed Anakin's entire character arc so 1) he can't properly help Anakin with his emotions 2) correct Anakin's wrong assumption that if he got more powerful he could solve his problems and 3) now can't communicate properly since Obi-Wan doesn't know their relationship dynamic has changed

Phew it's done!

Because I kept pausing to write my commentary this movie took 4 hours to watch XD

I can't believe I wrote 80 points. I may put some of them in separate posts

Thank you for reading till the end. The fact that someone cared enough about my thoughts to read the whole thing makes me very happy 😊

May the Force be with you!

#long post #commentary on SW:AoTC

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years

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It's a two-for-one special, folks! ...and it has nothing to do with the fact that I neglected my Pretty Cure watching the week before, nuh-uh!

Besides, 14 episodes minus 13 episodes is equal to like... 1 episode, right? This should count as 1 episode altogether~!

I'm pretty late for tonight since I already had dinner. Fast food. Not particularly good for you, but you make sacrifices for convenience, you know? Besides, a bit of Chinken Nunget does a man good!

Spoilers, I guess... con carne~! And uh... this might be a bit long, so...

Episode 13, dig in!

-Amane Get!

-What the hecc, two?

-Oh, twins. Yuan and Mitsuki. ...quite an unusual combination of names.

-I uh... very nearly assumed something I probably shouldn't have.

-Oh hi, Takumi-kun! I look forward to your increased relevance, Mr. "I'm prominent as hell in the opening!"

-"Does that gay dude summon monsters like a duelist?"

-Oh, epic, curry!

-Fishermen.

-Aw, dammit, that means both Takumi and Yui's hot moms aren't available!

-...though then again, both of their dads are pretty good lookin'...

-Man, traveling the world sounds wonderful...

-Don't embarrass your son about this, An!

-Boy, what kinda stiff-ass office chair is that?

-Ah, he's goin' for a while, huh?

-Ohhhh, Monpei! He's got a name card and everything, he must be important!

-Ohhhhhhhh, shoot!

-So, the Delicioustone has much more to it than.

-You're the chosen one, Taco Meat!

-Oh, you gotta look good for your Dad, huh man?

-Oh c'mon, Dad! Not you too!

-Oh... your name's Hikaru too, huh?

-Kome-Kome's taken

-Instant food. ...damn, that's wonderful... man...

-Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh

-Good thing I was raised by a single mom, otherwise I'd be personally disgusted on Takumi's behalf.

-Guess Takumi's walkin' around in the dark.

-Ohhhh, romance lore!

-Ooooooh, delicious~!

-...wait, he's four years younger than you!?

-Damn.

-OH GOD SHE WAS HIS BOSS TOO AGH

-Oh, he's got Organization coat.

-...WAIT

-Delicioustone, randomly showing u

-Oh I got it now, Rosemary's Monpei's brother, and thus Takumi's uncle! I'm calling it now! You can't beat me, Toei! I'm way too smart for this show made for young girls!

-Oh, that sucks, huh Yui-pyon?

-"Holy shit, I fucking love rice."

-C'mon buddy, say it!

-Aw... Yone...

-Whitebait rice~!

-Missed opportunity to call it the Radiopeppi.

-Yeah, you assholes have fun with that!

-Pretty boy going around dressed like an asshole.

-"Ugh... gross. People having fun."

-Man, he's just a proper bastard, huh?

-"Ah fuck, my fitbit's going off. I need to do my daily violence!"

-Ohhhhhhh, shit

-Yeah, I get it fully now. Ending businesses, erasing memories... the Bundoru Gang are real bastards.

-Aaaaand, off she goes.

-Narcistoru. Coolest Phantom Ever.

-"What a waste of his looks" PAMU M N

-You petty-ass bitch

-"Hah. Okay!"

-"C'mon! Motto Ubau-zo!"

-I can respect the flourish, at least.

-Go for it, Takumi!

-Oh wow, this went on a bit. Uh... not that I didn't expect it too, but

-Well, it's definitely way stronger now. With a cognomen like "Motto", I imagine it would be.

-Jesus Christ, that bastard microwave is speedy. ...is it a microwave, or like some kinda weird toaster oven?

-Ohhhhh, there he is!

-Aaaaand the babbies are free

-Well, I hope you're not so suspicious of Rosemary now.

-...not gonna show me your Delicioustone drip, huh buddy? I've been saving my thoughts on it until I see it in action! I promise I won't make fun of you!

-Well, no preview! Jumping straight into Episode 14!

-...Episode 14!

-Ah, I guess we're shelving the first dozen episodes' Grandma intro?

-Love's first taste~! Truly bittersweet...

-Heeeeey, look at you, Takumi!

-Rosemary takes great pride.

-...yeah, the opening's really a vibe. I

-Takumicchi! Can I call ya Takumicchi? Yeah, you've got a litte lady friend!

-"Good job! Gay Uncle Mari's proud of you!"

-Tomoe, huh?

-Salt and pepper...

-"Uhhhh , yeah, ketchup and mayo!"

-Pepper Man.

-Weeeeeell... that manner of conviction is admirable. You should probably get to know somebody a bit more before springing a question like that on them, though.

-"Egg."

-He didn't even get a chance lol

-Oh man,

-S

-SHE RAISED HER FUCKING FINGER AND QUOTED HER GRANDMA

-YUI NAGOMI

-FUKKIN TENDO

-I can't make any more jokes about Grandma Tendou. They fuckin' beat me!

-Those cheap bastards!

-No, I don't give a crap about Takumicchi's girl problems anymore, the joke has been run into the ground and I'm sad!

-Good for you, Ran-Ran.

-"Eat."

-Sweet. Sour. Fizzy. Refreshing. Melting.

-The innumerable

-Oh... Rosemary-san... I see...

-"Yeah, you wanna fuckin' eat that shit, huh Secretoru?"

-Bittersweet.

-Man, these two...

-There you are, Takumicchi!

-Ohhhh, he's serious.

-About the delicate subject of love, that is~!

-"WHAT MANNER OF PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE IS THIS?!"

-"Aaaaaah, young love~! How delightfully tempestuous and confusing~!"

-"Wow!"

-"Fuit gummy!"

-Ohhhhhh, there she is!

-Your sassy gay uncle is now besties with Sans Undertale.

-Ah, love's like that, eh Takumicchi?

-Amane Kasai will be just fine.

-"Ohhhh, goddammit, I can't believe I'm doing this..."

-Ohhh, egg pasta...

-The way it's presented here... I think I'd like to have it with a splash of hotsauce and Parmesan.

-Recibepis

-Memory Massacring!

-Hora!

-It's a... panini press? Mmm...

-Let's go, Takumicchi!

-...I just realized that I don't have an awful lot to say about Kokone this time around. ...uhhh, she's pretty kino. I'd love to see Spicy gets to something super cool sometime soon.

-Steampressed!

-Yeaaaah, good job, Spicy! Ask and ye shall receive.

-Mmmmmm... grilled sandwiches...

-Sammich...

-Hell yeah, Spicy, press that bitch!

-Shit's al dente!

-Steamed Rice.

-Is it he? Can he be?

-Oh trust me Mem-Mem, if you hit that panini press, the fight'd be over in seconds.

-Ohhhh there he is!

-Cinnamon~!

-Black Pepper!

-Black Pepper! ...a fairly simple design, to be sure, but damn do you make it work! I really like how antithetical it is to the Bundoru Gang.

-Seeing dudes do stuff in Pretty Cure's never not gonna be unappreciated.

-Punch.

-Yep, we won pretty handily.

-...soooooo, are we gonna keep this secret, Pepper Boy?

-Cook Fighter!

-"I respectfully decline, but I hope we can enjoy a long and fruitful friendship regardless."

-Real Chad move.

-The taste of first love is truly bittersweet. Let it out, Tomoe-chan. You got this.

-Man.

-Good work today, everybody! I realize this is a pretty long one, but hopefully we all had some fun!

-I can only imagine where we're going with the developments we've seen tonight.

-Pic-a-nic~!

-Ahhhhh, Kokone~! Hooray, Kokone focus~! I'm pleased as punch about this! Looking forward to Saturday~! ...for real this time, I promise.

#if you receive a little kindness give them a large serving!#depapre #precure #delicious party precure #delicious party pretty cure #pretty cure

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waywardonesfilms · 3 years

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Hey guys, some destiel brainrot for yall

Dean finds a way into the empty to find cas but finds more than he bargained for

The empty

Dean heard the stories. Cas told him what it was like when he had been here. But it was entirely different experiencing it yourself

He was surrounded by blackness. One shade of black. There was no difference between the floor and the surroundings.

The floor was hard, but made no sound when stepped on.

The silence was deafening. There was no sounds, no footsteps to break his silence, only the sound of his own pulse and the sharp breaths he was sucking in.

His ears roared despite the lack of noise, finding it hard to hear his own thoughts.

He spoke

Bad choice

"... Cas?"

His voice was deafening, echoing through the empty, warping his tone, taunting him. He blocked his ears, but his voice taunted him inside head, castiels name over and over again, yelling at him, screaming at him. His brain shut down, only hearing his name. He collapsed, shaking, rocking on the ground.

The sounds evetually subsided, until there was only small whispers of the name. Dean got up, deciding prayer was probably the best way to talk to cas.

He looked around him in all directions. Everywhere looked the same, so he walked forward. Hopefully it was the right way.

As he moved deeper into the empty, it started changing. It was no longer black silence. There was castiels voice, whispering accusations at him.

"you didn't care about me"

"you didn't even try to save me"

"you let me down"

Dean ignored them, still pushing forward.

Then it got worse.

He was walking, in the same straight line he had started on (how big was this place?) when he found himself looking at the rufus's summer house.

He was standing there, with other people who were blurry. All he could see was him and cas.

Dean remebered this.

Cas was crazy. Dean was angry at him.

"nobody cares that your broken, cas!" he heard himself say, echoing slightly. He looked over to cas's face. He looked hurt. Really hurt.

Guilt overtook dean's body. He turned from the scene, and walked in another direction.

He was met by another scene.

It was the bunker table, where cas was sitting on a chair, wearing a sweater, a smile plastered on his newly human face.

Dean deffinately knew what this was. He tired to turn away, but everywhere he looked, he could see it happening.

'He' walked up to cas, who looked up at him hopefully.

"you can't stay cas"

Cas's face made the same hurt expression.

Dean turned wway from it again. How many of these was he gonna have to endure?

He kept walking, seeing all the times he had hurt cas, yelled at cas, hurt his feelings, castiels voice getting louder and louder.

"YOU WERE NEVER GRATEFUL"

"I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU AND YOU GAVE ME NOTHING"

"I SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOU IN HELL"

"I LOVED YOU DEAN"

Time was meaningless. He couldn't tell whether he had been there years, months or minutes. It didn't matter. He was stuck in this endless torture. Looking for cas, only to be confronted with everyway he had hurt him.

Maybe he shouldn't find him.

Maybe he was better off without him.

At this thought, he fell down on his knees and sat there, giving up. Cas didn't want to be found. He hated dean. Why would he want to go with dean? All dean ever did was hurt him. And betary him. And fuck his life up.

Another scene lit up in front of him. Dean didn't even look up, expecting it to be the same ones he had seen a thousand times.

Except this time it wasn't.

Dean looked up after the silence was to long. His heart froze, breath catching in his throat, tears threatening to spill over.

The scene showed the bunker, but his time it was the dungeon.

Cas's eyes shone. His face also shone. With pure happiness.

"I love you"

Dean mirrored the face he was making in the scene in front of him. He watched cas get taken by the empty.

The scene faded and he was alone again.

He put his face in his hands, hearing a whimper escape him.

He let go.

He cried.

He baweld, tears after tears after tears, hating himself. Why didn't he tell him. Why didn't he just man up and tell him he loved him.

He screamed at the void surrounding him, expecting echoes, but nothing happened it was just his voice.

His hands fell from his face.

He stopped crying and screaming and took a deep breath.

"I love you to" he whispered. He lay on the floor, to tired to cry.

A small ball appeared, faintly glowing with a soft golden light.

It hovered for a few seconds before dancing its way over to dean's shaking figure.

It hovered next to dean for a few seconds, before growing to the size of a small building, a tangle of light made of eyes, wings and claws.

Dean still lay on the ground, eyes covered, oblivious to what was happening.

"dean?" dean heard in his head. It was castiels voice.

Dean stood up immediately, and froze, looking up at the creature in front of him.

It couldn't be

It was

"cas?" he asked.

"dean" cas repeated,

Dean took in the mess of light in front of him, in awe.

"is this your true form?" he gasped out, moving forward a little

"yes it is" cas sounded ashamed "I am sorry if it scares you"

"you don't scare me cas" dean beamed up at him "your beautiful cas" and dean wasn't lying. He was beautiful.

The light above him seemed to ripple and move in a way that could only be described as joyful

"really" castiels voice was full of hope and happiness. It was adorable

"hell yeah man, your beautiful to me no matter what" dean blushed and stepped forward, stroking one of the ligh ribbons. It glowed and rippled in response.

It seemed to hesitate before wrapping itself around dean and holding him, filling him with warmth.

Dean audibly gasped, loving the sensation. He had only just realised how cold he was before "you're so freaking warm dude"

Castiel ignored him "dean, what are you doing here" he asked, sounding angry.

"I'm here to save you, obviously" dean's scoffed and continued to stroke the light holding him.

"I was at peace with my descision dean" cas huffed

"yeah, well I wasn't" dean looked straight into the closest eye he could find "and I wasn't done with you" he took a deep breath "we need to talk man"

"I heard you before dean" castiels voice dripped with bittersweet happiness "there's no need for us to converse on the matter"

"so you know?" dean asked, his heart palpitatimg in his chest

"yes dean, I know" the light gripped him tighter

Dean let out the breah he hadn't realised he was holding "well, if it wasn't for your current state, I would kiss ya" he shakily laughed.

The light stopped moving. The light around his waist moved to drape over his shoulders instead, lighting up with blinding light

"cas?" dean asked before the light started to change shape. The wings, talons and yeyes strayed shrinking, imploding into themselves. Slowly, the shape of a man formed. The light draped around his shoulders turned into arms.

A fresh, trench-coated castiel stood in front of dean, arms draped around his shoulders.

Cas opened his mouth to speak but dean leaned forward and wrapped his arms aroind his waist, closing the distance between their lips.

Cas kissed back instantly, hungry and full of unspoken words that were to difficult and complicated to articulate. Before dean could deepen the kiss, cas drew back "guess you weren't lying about that kiss" his breath tickled dean's lips, no longer speaking in dean's mind.

Dean laughed and leant forward again but cas pushed him back a bit

"dean, I know what the empty does to people. Whatever happened, whatever you saw..." cas smiled a little "I love you. You don't need to feel guilty anymore" cas held his neck tighter "and I already know you're sorry"

"I am sorry... And I love you to" dean repeated.

Cas leant in this time but paused, right before their lips touched.

"how are you planning to get me out of here" cas asked, concerned

"well, I kinda sent a prayer up to the jack almighty and when I send him the signal, he will pull both our asses out" dean beamed

Cas smiled "for once, an idea that could actually work"

"damn right it's gonna work" dean laughed "but I'm not gonna send the signal just yet"

"why not?" cas tilted his head adorably

Dean's voice dropped and he leant into cas, lips almost touching "we still got some catching up to do"

...

#supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #destiel fic #destiel fanfic #destiel ficlet #deancas #Destiel kiss #Destiel first kiss #15×18 #spn 15x20

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yanderefantasies · 2 years

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Enemies to lovers harem but Reader actually hates F/n. They're just being nice to them bc they haven't been in a favorable situation to tell them and they supported Reader to accept the invitation.

Basically Reader is kinda of a two faced bitch but for good reason

If you find comfort in getting (somewhat?) revenge, consider this your angst with comfort bitch 😋 ❤ (Please read this in a bestie voice bc this sounds mean with the bitch at the end)

Pre-lovers:

Reader: *Taking quick glares at F/n and Norton having a conversation across the room* They think they're so fuckin clever, "Oh look I made the scary guy laugh! He's totally into me!" Yeah, totally into emotionally manipulating you. Fucking moron...

F/n: *Waves goodbye to Norton and walks over to Reader* Oh my gosh, bitch, he totally just smiled at me! Did you see that? I think he likes me!

Reader: *smiles and puts on a shocked face* Oh wow, really?

F/n: Yes! Oh my god, I'm so freaked right now!

Reader: That's cool and all, but maybe he's just finally warming up to people? I'm not saying that he doesn't like you, but you never know ya know?

F/n: Well- ah, yeah, maybe you're right. But damn let a bitch dream! *Playfullt hits your shoulder*

Reader: *slowly turns rest of body into the direction F/n pushed* Yeah, mhm.

*In a later session*

Norton: *Glares in silence* ... I'm going to ask you this once, and only once. Why have you been so passive agressive to F/n? I've noticed it for the past several weeks now, and I can't stand it.

Reader: ... You want me to cut the shit? Or do you want me to sugarcoat it?

Norton: Spit it out clear.

Reader: Ugh, this is so fucking stupid. Fine, whatever, you 'caught' me. Not like I was really trying to hide it or anything, but oh well. Look, as much as you like them, I don't.

Norton: Why? *eyebrows furrow and angrily frowns*

Reader: Because news flash! They're not as great as you think. They're a lying, fake, little two faced snake that I've been subjected to for far too long. I don't care how much you like them, I don't make promises or take back anything I do or say.

Norton: *Grabs Reader by the collar of their shirt* You wanna die?

Reader: ... Yeah, but I'm sure F/n would be so thrilled about hearing how I got mysteriously disappeared outside of a match. Do your worst, Prospector.

Post-enemies:

Reader: *leans on a open window and stares at the sky with a blank expression*

Norton: ... Can I ask you something?

Reader: *Silence*

Norton: ... Do you, sometimes, miss F/n?

Reader: *Sighs* Rarely. I remember our, erm, happier times. All of those friendly conversations and putting up a fake front during the last of it...; It makes me feel regretful sometimes. Not to mention guilty.

Norton: So, if you saw them again right now, would you be friends again?

Reader: Ha! Fuck no. *Turns to Norton's direction* Even though I enjoyed our earlier memories, if I saw them trying to talk to me, friendly or not, I'd beat their ass. I don't care what happens, I'm punching that nasty look off that vile face.

Norton: ... *Doesn't really know what to say*

Reader: *Turns back to look out the window* I'm actually quite glad they're somehow gone. It was for the best for the both of us really; Although it does makes me a little smug that everyone is into me now and ran them out.

Norton: ... Are you glad I like you?

Reader: I don't know, but I'm glad everyone turned on them. They deserved it really, but I don't know how to deal with this now that their role is placed onto me. I remember you almost just about killed me the night I confessed I didn't like F/n. It's funny how you'd do that to someone else for me now that things are switched around. So, yeah, I guess I am somewhat glad you do. I'm also glad you still don't hate hate me anymore you know?

Norton: *Places hand on window still* ... Would you, give me a chance then?

Reader: *Face saddens with a bittersweet smile* Maybe in another life, in a better world where we can be different people with different circumstances. I don't love you Norton, but I don't want you left for dead.

See you say that but it just motivates Norton and the rest of them into thinking that Reader MUST love them back- but can’t be with them because he feels guilty or something.

So they fall into their own fucking delusions and at some point, not so surprisingly, Reader gets abducted by one of them

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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THE WAY YOU FILLED YOUR FIRST REQUEST SHOOK ME?!?!?!? YOU BLESSED US!? Would you mind also imagining how Mammon, Luci and Belphie would feel with a MC who's guarded with themselves and their feelings to avoid hurt, so they try to keep these brothers at a friendly arm's length as they don't believe the brothers don't really care about them? It would make me so happy, thank you so much!

EEEEK! Sorry for the wait. It took forever and a day to get enough time to seat uninterrupted and then try to edit ;.;

I hope you like it! Apologies if I didn’t get the prompt just right!

Mammon

He didn’t hide his disdain for his human protection duty when you first met. The fact that you kept him at an arm's length was a devil’s blessing. Good! He is a busy demon after all, he doesn’t have time for some human. At first.

Then he caught the feels and it’s all downhill for him at his ‘cool devil’ act. Not that you ever NOTICED.

He tries to flirt with you. Before you, he thought he was good at it too.

He’s never had someone so civil with his advances. You smile and laugh politely at whatever complement he throws at you. You might even give him a few back in a teasing, but clearly friendly manner.

You stress it heavily whenever he comes on too heavy with his advances. You stamp down whatever feelings he evokes and try to keep your line clean and precise in the shifting sand of your relationship.

He takes you out one evening after school, determined to get an actual answer from you over some made up snack he lied about. You don’t think anything of it, happy for an excuse to hang out. You walk and talk, not taking notice of his steadily reddening face as he keeps making swipes at your hand each time it brushes his.

You make an off-handed (get it) remark about the closeness and offer to walk behind this was bothering him.

He is miffed and throws out all semblance of “coolness”. Just flat out confess. Face flaming hot from embarrassment and sweaty palms now shoved into his jacket.

It was a blink and you’d miss it kind of moment. Mammon’s cheeks start to heat gradually. A staunch look of panic growing behind his eyes.

The words just slip off his tongue. His lips forming a sentence you were dreading. You didn’t quite catch it all; his declaration lost in the wind of the open market. You try to catch his gaze, to make him repeat himself clearly, for what purpose you didn’t know. You don't particularly want to hear it again, yet it would give you time to compose some kind of response.

He refuses to look at you. No matter which way you bob and weave beneath him, he dances around you. His face always looking in the opposite direction of yours. His gaze permanently pointing at his feet. The uneven cobblestone beneath his scuffed boots was suddenly very interesting it seemed. "I'm sorry? I didn't catch that." You ask once more, grabbing on to the crook of his elbow.

He buries himself deeper into the flipped collar of his coat and whispers it again. "I-I like ya, ok? Like like like ya know?" He stumbles over his thoughts.

Now how in the hells were you supposed to dodge this? It had been easier to evade his blatant affections when even he wasn't admitting to them. "No, you don't." You step away with a dry chuckle. "Don't be silly." You back away shaking your head in denial. You were sure Mammon could feel your heart rate picking up. You need some space, more space than the street could give you. Somewhere away from your tall, sweet, white-haired problem.

"Oi!" He makes a grab for you as you turn to flee. He spins you around leaning down to meet with you face to face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"We are friends Mammon," You try to wiggle out of his strong, yet gentle grip. "You're just mixing up the feelings." Bullshit. With him touching you, your joint pack acted like an amplifier. You very much felt what he thought of you. The yearning from his newfound mental clarity mixes with the panic of your rejection. It makes a bittersweet taste bloom in your mouth, so hopefully yet reserved.

He was not so lucky. Your feelings felt like ash on his tongue, a sour tang of fear and self-doubt building on his sense. You were afraid of the inevitable, or what you presumed to be the inevitable.

You were supposed to be friends then disappear forever once the school year was up. Him, down here, and you back to being just another nameless soul in the human realm. No need to get the storyline all tangled. "Hey-hey," Mammon speaks in a rush. "It ain't like that, really." He coos shuffling you closer till you are wrapped tightly in his soft leather jacket. He pours more of himself into the pack, opening himself up in ways he never thought capable of from his demonic form.

"I'm stupid." You speak into his chest. The warm reassurance of his unspoken pledge soothing you. It lessens the tight feeling of uncertainty that you had grown accustomed to.

"Ah- now, ain't that supposed to be my job?" The taste in his mouth dissipates slightly as you let out an indignant huff. He flinches as you poke his side hard between his rib cage.

"Told you to stop talking down on yourself Mammon."

The demon hums noncommittally keeping you close. He rocks you both from side to side, oblivious to the throngs of other pedestrians forced to walk around you two. "Guess I forgot. Maybe you could remind me? O-on a date?"

He smiles down at the little sliver of your face and eyes peeking up from the darkness of his jacket. He could damn near feel the smile trying to break from your forced scowl. "Just one?"

"Heh- don't bet on it."

Lucifer

Welcome to the ultimate game of pleasantry chicken. The two of you know this dance by heart, but your footwork isn't synching up.

Lucifer is trying to keep this whole debacle as professional as possible. You are an esteemed guest and pact holder for all of his brothers and himself. This should be business as usual. He totally has his emotions and growing frustration at your lack of interest in him in check.

Yup. He's fine. He's great; glad you two have such an unspoken understanding of your standing in his company and in the house. The same book, same chapter, same bloody page.

You are a good friend. Just. A. Very. Good. Friend.

He breaks first. Not that he will admit it. But the weekly coffee breaks become a bi-daily thing as he tries to court you. He draws these evenings out now. Have you finished your schoolwork? No, allow me to tutor you. Perhaps you would like to listen to this new vinyl with me tonight? It is a complete demon rendition of Wagner's Die Meistersinger. A classic, you’ll love it.

You take it all in stride. Thanking him innocently enough and going along with it. You buffer every little turn of phrase and slightly off-color hint of what he wanted from you with grace. So tactfully done he begins to doubt himself. You couldn’t be misconstruing his intentions right? He hasn’t doubted himself like this in a long time.

Diavolo catches on quickly to the kicked puppy look Lucifer tots around in your presence. He’ll tease, but try to help. He’s a decent wingman truth be told. “How has Lucifer been treating you? I haven’t seen him this happy in ages. He is a great friend to have, yes?” Kinda backfires when you agree that he is indeed a good friend. Oops.

He’ll crack one night over a glass (or bottle) of something strong he pulled from his study. You had slipped into his room unannounced asking for a quiet place to read before bed. The interruption to his musings leads to him running his mouth and pile driving his pride into the ground.

He can’t say no to you anymore. He really should. You were hell bent on keeping him at an arm's length, so he should too. Lucifer watches you like a hawk from behind his desk. His ungloved fingers swirling the dregs of his drink. The cognac inside of it looking up at him, his scowl reflecting in the rich red liquor. Don’t judge me. He scoffs at himself, was he that far gone that he was arguing with his glassware? Should have switched to the bottle hours ago.

“Luci?” You say again waving a hand in his face. “You forget to sleep again this week?” Your smile was warm, a little twinkle in your eye drawing a heat to his collar that had nothing to do with the spirits. You sit on the edge of his desk in your sleepwear. The baggy shirt and sweats reeked of his brothers.

“No.” He lies pushing his desk chair away. “Did you need something?”

You shrug hopping off the desk. “Not really. Wasn’t feeling movie night. You ok if I hang out here? It’s nice and quiet.” You slink off to the couch in front of the fire before he could answer.

“You could not do this in your room?” Lucifer snips. He tosses back the rest of his drink and rises to his feet. He grimaces at the burn spreading across his throat. “I’m sure it is quiet in there too.” He catches your eyes looking over the back of the lounge. While everything lower than the bridge of your nose was blocked by the black velvet he could feel the frown growing on your face.

“Well, yes. But I still want some friendly company. Just not rowdy company, I thought you wouldn’t mind...”

Devils. There was that word again. "You assume to know me?" He cannot hide the venom lacing his words. The liquor had dulled his senses enough that he could not hide his rancor.

“I’m-” You leave the chair coming around it to give him your full attention. This wasn’t like him. Not anymore at least. But you were used to the odd mood swings that plagued your companions. "I don’t assume anything about you Luci. But if you want to talk-"

“I don’t want to have some idle friendly chit chat.” He could feel the tantrum coming. “Have I not proven myself capable of-” His jaw snaps shut with an audible click that echoes across the spacious chamber.

“Of?”

A noticeable blush grows on his pale cheeks. “More.” He sighs deeply, he feels light-headed at the admission. Whether it was from the drinks or from going against his nature and swallowing his pride he couldn’t tell. “Am I not enough to be more than a friend to you?”

That takes you by surprise. You had speculated that he harbored feelings for you. Diavolo all but cementing the idea in your mind. But, this was Lucifer. It felt like just yesterday you were at each other's throats, before he recognized you as something other than a threat to his family. You wanted to respect that little bit of trust he had given you. “It’s not like I never thought about it.”

“But?” He perks up slightly hearing the unspoken word in your inflection. He could see your apprehension yet there was a shimmer of something else underneath. Something he could work with.

“I was- I am scared.”

“Finally, a reasonable response from being around demons.” Lucifer snorts.

“Hey! You know that’s not what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. Explain it to me.” He invades your space waiting to see what you would do. Run or stay. He would have his answer either way. You don’t move, instead, you wrap your arms around yourself. Guarding yourself yet standing firm. One of the many reasons why he admired you.

“I feel like we just became friends. I didn’t think you felt the same and I didn’t want to mess this all up.” You confess. “I just thought it would be easier this way.”

Lucifer absorbs your words quietly, nodding at the logic behind them. “Messes are not something I generally like true, but," He reaches for you, careful of your defensive stature to lead you back to the couch. “If you are willing to iron out the bumps with me I’d like to see what we can make of it.”

If it meant he could have you he would take as much time as you needed.

Belphegor

It takes him the longest to notice that you were trying to keep him at arm's length emotionally. It was hard for him to see at first since you still readily accepted his invitations to snuggle and hang out.

He thought he was very blatant with his desire for you and your affections. The head pats and evening is the planetarium or his attic.

The fact that he had apologized for that little murder mishap. He thought that was a big bright neon sign. Yet you always seemed to try to invite someone else along to chill or leave quickly after an hour or so. As much as he loved his twin and tolerated his other brothers he was trying to get you ALONE.

He starts trying to see you outside the house now too. Lunch in the cafeteria? Pffft. You are going to eat and nap with him in the courtyard. After School activities? Could you help him with some council stuff instead?

Yes, he will go out of his way to do work if you are involved.

You are still too closed off though. You act around him like you do around any of the other brothers and it drives him crazy. You are just so friendly and cordial with everyone. How come he is the only one that becomes a flushing mess now?

He becomes your second shadow, almost as bad as Mammon. You start to get an inkling of his intentions when he starts wanting to sleep in your bedroom at night instead of his or the attic. You let him but offer up the couch or split the bed with a pillow.

He snoops when he gets desperate. Did you like someone else? Was that why you were constantly acting like his advances were just him being overly friendly? He doesn’t find anything, you act like this around everyone else too.

He gives up. Stops interacting with you entirely. He is 99% sure he can sleep through the next century without being bothered. Maybe he’ll get over you by then.

“Belphie? You up here?” The demon in question opens a bleary eye to his locked door. He should stay quiet, leave you hanging. Give himself some vindictive pleasure in snubbing you.

“Hai~” He rises from his nest of blankets and pillows. “Hold on.” Unlocking the door he opens it ajar. You smile around the large stack of books and binders in your arms. “What is that?” Please don’t say homework.

“Work you’ve missed sulking up here.” You confirm his worst fear. “Satan and I thought we would spot you a bit though.” Belphegor watches you struggle for a second to pull a folded piece of paper out from the middle of the stack. “We got most of the answers done for you. Now you just have to fill the worksheets in with your handwriting.” You wave the paper expectantly.

Hearing his brother’s name makes him sour immediately. How long had you been hanging out with him now? “Thanks, leave them at the door then.” He goes to shut the door and return to his dreamless slumber but it’s blocked by your foot.

“Ouch.” You wince hopping back on one foot.

“Idiot! Are you hurt?” He wrenches the door open crouching down to take a look at your sock-covered foot.

“Nothing I can’t walk off. Though my arms are getting sore- weak human muscles an’ all.” You hint wiggling the stack in your arms. He takes the work this time, still eyeing your foot. “Relax, I’ve stubbed my toe with more force than that before.” You whisk by him, using his brief moment of distraction to slip by.

“Did I invite you in?” Belphegor eyes you with a frown. He kicks his door close and dumps the pile of papers on his already over-encumbered desk. Hmm. How many days had he missed?

You ignore him plopping down on the still warm sheets. “Nope!” You pop the ‘p’ with a grin. “But that has never stopped you from sneaking into my room. So fair trade all around.” You pat at the bed, clearing inviting him to join you. “Come on. I’ll help you finish that work then we can chill.”

Oh, now you want to hang out. He felt a rush of bitterness wash over him. “Don’t you have something better to do?” If this keeps up he’ll need another nap, alone preferably. “Doesn’t Asmo need a shopping buddy or something?”

“What’s gotten you all worked up?” You frown, hurt by his accusatory tone.

Belphie shoots you a wounded look. "We never hang out anymore." He sulks. "Alone, I mean. I'm tired of you always inviting Beel or someone else with us."

He glances over to you idly thumbing at one of the books on his desk. It's frustrating. This game of touch and go he accidentally got himself into. Ugh- why did this have to be so hard. "I want to spend more time with you. Just us, so why are you always avoiding that?"

"I.” You look down at your feet dangling off the side of his mattress. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I just felt like- like things were going off the rails between us.” You weren't oblivious to his advances.

He cocks his head in confusion. "Mmm? What are you afraid of?" You read a flicker in his eyes, a haunting memory of cruel fingers around your neck darken his gaze. "Ah-"

"No! No that's not it!" You panic waving your hands up. Of course, he would immediately go to that. "I'm just worried. I know you like me, and-just what if things don't work out? What if you realize what a mistake this could be?"

Your admission gives him pause. So you knew this whole time? Not surprising; he wouldn't fall for someone stupid. "So, are you admitting to liking me back?" He feels giddy when you nod, covering your heating face with your hands. " Well then, what’s the problem? It’s not a mistake if we both are making it.” He grins slyly. “How can it not work out if the feelings are mutual.”

“But what if you are mistaken?” He wraps you up into his arms, flopping you both over onto his messy bed. He takes one of your hands and places it on the top of his head all while burying his nose in your neck.

“Please,” He yawns, feeling his body grow heavy. “I don’t waste my energy on ‘mistakes’.”

#obey me fandom #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #prompts! yay

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71. you’re famous and you want to hide out in my bookstore which is fine except the stupid paparazzi won’t leave and now there’s a photo of us in the tabloids and they’re printing misinformation and why the fuck won’t you clear this up on your twitter account

Sternclay, NSFW, please!

Here you go! Let's end this round of meet uglies with a bang

The post-holiday slump is always the worst; everyone maxed out their credit cards last month and doesn’t want to buy anything, and the tourists won’t be back until the spring. It’s not that he’s concerned about keeping the lights on; Bookworms is popular and has a prime spot downton. It’s that he’s bored out of his mind.

All his orders for the day are in, everything’s been received and shelved, and he’s running out of things to tidy. If he’s lucky, the clouds that have been threatening a snowstorm since this morning will burst and drive some people to shelter among the stacks.

Dingdong

Thank the lord.

“Welcome to Bookworms, can I help you?”

The man stays by the door, peering through the glass onto the street while pulling off his beanie, “Huh? Oh, uh, nope, just coming in to, uh, get out of the cold.” He turns, and two realizations slap Joseph in the face.

One: this is the hottest man he has ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Two: He’s seen this man dozens of times, just never in person.

Barclay Cobb is a Food Network darling who got his start on Youtube, sharing recipes from vintage cookbooks he found at garage sales. That’s not why he’s starstruck, but it is probably why the taller man is hiding in the craft books alcove and keeps nervously looking his way.

“I won’t tell anyone you’re here, Mr. Cobb.”

“Phew” the man sighs, unzips his jacket, “thanks man. Thought I’d be bundled up enough that no one would spot me while I was out, but I didn’t get my hat on in time coming out of the Chinese place down the block.”

“I love that spot, they have the best beer-braised duck.”

“Yeah, I always stop by when I’m in town, they’re food is worth getting photographed for.”

It’s odd, everything he’s read suggests chef Cobb is friendly and warm when approached by fans in public.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate that people like my shows but, I, uh, sometimes I just want to eat or walk down the street without someone taking pictures of me.”

“Do you want to head into the back sections? There’s no windows in that half of the store.”

“Sweet, thanks. Uh, would it be cool if I autographed any books of mine you have? I like doing that, means I can send a little business towards smaller stores.”

“Of course. Here, the cookbooks are on this wall.” He slips into his office to grab a sharpie while Barclay pulls a stack of books and sits down on the floor. As the scratching of the pen fills the air, Joseph takes a trip to the paranormal and occult section, coming back with three copies of The Case for Bigfoot.”

“Y’know, not everyone stocks these.” Barclay smiles as he adds the paperbacks to the pile.

“Which is terrible business; you’re just as famous in the cryptozoology community as you are in the foodie one. This is the best book on bigfoot ever written, and I should know; I run a, um, a blog where I review books on paranormal topics.”

“You a true believer?” The cook blows on his signature in the copy of Desserts for All Seasons

“More an optimistic skeptic; your book is perfect because you make your case using actual evidence instead of reporting the same ten, poorly verified stories that everyone includes in their books. And I appreciated that you included recipes from the places you visited; that was a very nice touch.”

“Funny story about that” Barclay freezes as the front door opens. There’s definitely more than one person coming in, and when Joseph pokes his head around the corner he sees fifteen people, all with cameras or phones.

“Shit. You might want to hide in my office for a few minutes.”

By the time the crowd reaches him, Joseph is almost done re-shelving the signed books.

“Good afternoon, let me know if you need help finding anything.”

“Uh, yeah, we do, someone saw Barclay Cobb in your store-”

“Strange, we’ve only had one customer” he winces as someone’s shoulder knocks a hardcover off its display, “I didn’t get a good look at them before they went downstairs.” He tips his head at the staircase to the YA and Graphic Novel sections and is promptly knocked into the shelf as the throng hurries away.

“Come on, I can get you out through the back door” Joseph whispers to the Red Dust on his Soul poster on his office door. Barclay is remarkably quiet for a man his size as they sneak across the floor and let frigid, January air rush into the store.

“Thanks man” Barclay whispers, “I owe you one.” He sets a big hand on Joseph’s shoulder, squeezes it with a wink, then pulls on his hat and disappears into a crowd coming off at the bus stop.

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Joseph always comes in through the back, flipping on lights as he goes, so the sea of bodies pressed to the front windows like a zombie horde surprises him. He knows Barclay tweeted about the signed copies, but this seems like excessive excitement even for a celebrity chef.

“Morning, Joseph--whoa, what the heck?” Aubrey clocks in without taking her eyes off the crowd, “why is everyone here this early.”

“Fan culture. I think.” The registers finish waking up, “I’ll pay holiday rates if you open that door for me.”

Aubrey gives a thumbs up, unlocks the double doors, and is swallowed up so quickly he worries she might have been trampled until she emerges near the greeting cards. Some people swarm the cookbooks, but an alarming number cluster around the counter, all shouting for his attention.

“How long have you been seeing Chef Cobb?”

“What?, I, I’m not-”

“Does he often visit your store?”

“No! He just came by yesterday!” There’s a horrible clatter of all the books on display near the door taking each other out like dominoes.

“Do you fuck in the backroom all the time?”

“Oh come on” He pushes past the man who asked that, deals with shouting all the way to his office and slams the door. A quick Google search for “Barclay Cobb” brings up a blurry photo of them in the alley, Barclays hand on his shoulder, and multiple headlines speculating on why the reclusive chef and author has chosen a nobody bookstore employee (he’s the owner, damn it) as his lover.

Okay, there’s a logical, easy fix to this.

He opens the door enough to speak, whistles so everyone will be quiet and listen to him, “I’m sorry, there’s been a misunderstanding. Mr. Cobb isn’t in any kind of relationship with me; he just came into the store yesterday for some peace and quiet. So, if you’re looking for information about him, this is not the place for it. If you’re looking for the signed books, the cookbooks are there, and the paranormal section is just around that corner.” He gives his best customer service smile as the paparazzi exchange perplexed glances.

“...Is it true he bought you this store?”

“Wh--no! We rent this space.”

“From him?”

“Arggh!” He closes the door, slumps against it and cards his fingers through his hair. As he contemplates closing for the day, he spots a little, copper card on his desk. It’s Barclay’s, which is what he expected, but when he flips it over there’s a message scribbled in pen.

Main St Hotel, room 503, here until Monday.

He pulls out his phone, tells Aubrey she’s allowed to get the crowd out by any means necessary except for fire, and elbows his way out into the winter air.

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Barclay almost purrs when he peers through the peephole in the hotel door; Joseph, as his nametag read, is standing on the carpet, looking twice as handsome as he did yesterday. His cheeks are even a little pink, and Barclay has some thoughts on how to make that blush deepen.

“Hey, glad you found-”

Joseph holds up his phone, screen in Barclays face, “please fix this.”

“Oh fuck.” He ushers him in, “I’m so sorry, I thought they’d stopped doing this shit.”

“No, and they’re fucking up my inventory as a result.”

“On it, lemme text my assistant, she’s good at drafting these kind of messages.”

“Thank the lord. Right, thank you for that, I’ll go now.”

“Wait” Barclay reminds his instincts that blocking the door is rude, “do you wanna stay a few minutes? You look kinda stressed.”

“Because my store is being overrun!” Joseph snaps, then takes a deep breath and straightens his sleeves, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t called for, this morning has just been a mess. And it, um, it’s a little bittersweet to have people thinking I could land a hot chef when I can’t get past a first date with most people. Um, sorry. Too much information. That’s a bad habit of mine.”

Barclay tucks his hands into his pants pockets, “About that. Y’know how I left my card?”

Blue eyes blink, then brighten, “I thought that might be the reason but I dismissed it as wishful thinking.”

“Nope. A guy who's hot, nerdy, and competent enough to sneak me away from the paparazzi? Sign me the fuck up.”

“I’m not opposed to a, um, tryst, but I really, really need to get back to the store, I can’t abandon Aubrey to deal with this mess on her own, that’s not fair, and now we’ll have to reorder things too....” He laughs, a tense sound, “good lord, I get a chance to fuck a celebrity crush and I’m turning it down for work.”

“Hey” Barclay sets his hands on Joseph’s shoulders, “it’s okay. You’re not the first guy to be married to his job. But, uh, out of curiosity, you got any vacation days to spare?”

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“This is all yours?” Joseph takes in the sprawling farm as Barclay unlocks the front door of a charmingly rustic house.

“Yep, all the way to the creek and all the way to the road. Might surprise you, but I like my privacy.”

“I’d never have guessed.” He replies with faux shock.

“Smartass.” Barclay kisses his cheek, holds the door open with his shoulder so Joseph can pull his bags inside. He packed as light and efficiently as he could for two weeks away (he’d initially planned on one until Aubrey and Moira ganged up on him and told him he hadn’t taken a real vacation in years so he was taking one now, damn it) but his suitcase is still heavy as he rolls it to the stairs.

“I got that.” Barclay shoulders his own travel bag and hoists Joseph’s in the other hand, carrying them to the second floor like they’re nothing more than pillows.

The week the chef was in Madison, Joseph went to his hotel almost every night. Fell asleep in his bed more than once, when discussions of fusion cuisine or the Fresno Nightcrawler turned into frantic, heated kisses under the covers. It’s only when the cook drops all luggage into the master bedroom that the truth of why he’s on this trip sets in.

“You really invited me all the way here because you think I’m hot.”

“Yeah but no.” Barclay drapes his arms over his shoulders, lips still a little chilly as he kisses them, “brought you here because you’re smart” another kiss, this one on his jaw, “and funny” another, on his nose, “and you’re the biggest bigfoot fan I know.”

“You wrote a book on it!”

“Point stands. And yeah” he pushes Joseph back so he lands on the bed, crawling atop him as he growls, “I invited you here because you’re so hot I wanna pour sugar on you and see if it melts. Now get your pants off; I’ve been thinking about sucking your dick since we left the city.”

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“How did the whole bigfoot thing start?” Joseph sips his Irish Coffee as Barclay puts his feet into his lap.

“Guess the same way any famous person ends up with two gigs; I was doing the thing I love, then was dicking around on cryptid hunter forums and found out I was also hella good at researching bigfoot. By the time I got really into it, I had enough cash that I could write my book without worrying about going broke. Helps that I’d handed off The Arch and The Lodge and was just the exec chef on them, since then I could travel if I needed to.”

Joseph nods, moves one hand down to rub Barclays foot; in spite of no longer working the kitchens of his five restaurants or having to test recipes for the books right now, he spent most of today on his feet making elaborate meals for two. Joseph teases him that he’s trying to stuff him to the point he can’t leave. Barclay always chuckles and says he doesn’t know how right he is. The last two days, Joseph then wraps his arms around his boyfriend and tells him he’d stay forever if he could.

He’s never thought of himself as romantic; he’s pragmatic, knows that relationships are things built out of time, trial, and error. But god help him, he’s fallen for Barclay like they’re rom-com leads with only ninety minutes to reach their happy ending.

They’re out near the creek--really more of a small river--the next morning, talking about books and speculating on the existence of life on other planets, when a storm sweeps through the trees. As trunks groan and roots pull loose from the snow, Barclay calls, “we better head back.”

He gives a thumbs up. Then the ice under him cracks.

He doesn’t correct course quickly enough, the rest dropping from under him and dunking him in freezing water. It’s deep, too deep to stand, but he’s a decent swimmer and kicks towards the surface. When the shadow covers the opening with a boom, panic threatens to push the rest of his precious breath away.

The tree that fell across the ice is heavy, and no matter how he pushes it won’t give. He bangs on the ice on either side, trying to get it to crack, but his lungs scream and his limbs alert him that the cold will soon shut them down.

He closes his eyes, trying to think, not ready to give up, not with Barclay so close. There’s a groan of wood and frozen water. His mouth opens without permission, desperate for air, and chokes him on frost instead.

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“...be dead, please don’t be dead, please please please don’t be fucking dead.”

“Nnff.” That’s not what he meant to say, but it seems to calm the voice above him.

“Thank fuck. I’m so sorry, I got to you as fast as I could, do, do you need anything?” Barclay sounds exhausted.

“Cold.” He mutters.

“I’m trying to warm you up gradually, that’s what the first aid book said but, uh, here.” Warm, fuzzy arms draw him into a hug.

Wait.

The first thing he sees when his eyes flutter open are arms covered in reddish-brown fur. When Barclay rubs their cheeks together, it tickles more than his beard usually does.

“Barclay? What the hell is going on?”

“Uh. So.” He’s rolled with ease to face a creature he’s never seen and eyes that he’d know anywhere, “I’m bigfoot. Or, uh, a bigfoot. Maybe that’s kinda obvious now.”

His brain crackles to life, “What better way to stay undiscovered than get famous by giving people the wrong information about you.”

“Some of it’s true. Just not anything people could use to actually find me.”

“Smart, big guy” Joseph pets his face.

“You’re taking this pretty well.”

“I think my system is too shocked to experience more shock.” He shudders, “relatedly, how’d I get out of the river?”

“I lifted the tree off and pulled you free. Took my disguise off to do that and, uh, the fucking thing fell into the water when I got you. So I’m gonna be stuck like this until a friend of mine can get me a new one.”

“No complaints here. You look incredible.” He runs his hands up and down Barclay’s side and chest, warmth seeping into his fingers as he does, “But I’m a little surprised you were willing to risk someone seeing you or me blabbing to someone and trashing your whole life in the process.”

A low rumble as Barclay kisses his forehead, “It’s worth it. I, this is gonna sound so fucking cheesy, but I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time, and there was no way I was gonna lose you.”

“Oh.” Affection and surprise well up in his throat, pressing down his words so all he can do is nestle closer to the cryptid and let himself be loved.

His mind rebounds quickly from his misadventure. His body would like him to remember it for a while so he doesn’t put it in such jeopardy again any time soon. Instead of helping Barclay with cooking and chores, he lays under the covers while the storm rattles the roof and the cook clangs pots on the lower floor.

Barclay, attentive to a fault, is downright doting now that he’s stuck in bed. He’s never without a hot drink or something to read, and the cryptid is happy to answer the majority of his questions about the finer points of being bigfoot. When it’s bedtime, his boyfriend pulls him atop his massive frame and cuddles him, whispering over and over that he’s glad he’s okay, until they fall asleep.

Today followed much the same pattern, though when dinner time rolls around he gets a fantastic surprise.

“Chocolate fondue?” He peers hopefully at the bed tray in Barclays hands.

“Only the best for you, babe.” The cook sets the burnished wood down on the bedside table, “we lucked out, the berries I bought last week are ripe.”

Joseph reaches for the fork, but Barclay beats him to it.

“You should save your energy. Since you’re, uh, still recovering.”

He shrugs, sets his hands in his lap and opens his mouth for a chocolate dipped raspberry. It doesn’t take long to spy Barclay’s ulterior motive. The cook has a whole wardrobe designed to fit his cryptid form, but it’s having trouble concealing certain things.

“You’re getting off on this.”

“I, uh, I, maybe a little” Barclay blushes under his fur.

Joseph raises an eyebrow, tilts his head at the bulge in Barclay’s pants, “You call that ‘little’?”

A rumbly whine, the fork paused halfway to Joseph’s mouth, “I can’t help it. I’ve got a thing for taking care of partners, especially ones who are all competent and put-together the rest of the time, and you look so good when you eat and, ohfuck.”

Joseph inhales sharply as chocolate hits his exposed upper chest. It’s not hot enough to burn, and he moans as the sensation seeps across his skin. Barclays eyes, wide and ravenous, keep flicking between the splatter and his face.

“Looks like you made a mess, big guy.” Joseph begins undoing the remaining buttons on his pajamas, “you should clean it up.”

“Fuck yeah.” Barclay lunges, mouth first, lapping and sucking at the marked skin as Joseph laughs. Their shirts hit the floor together as he digs his nails into auburn fur. Barclay grunts at the pressure, sits up with a grin, and drips a line of chocolate down the right side of Joseph’s ribs.

“Oops. Better fix that too.”

“Cleanliness is importantAH, ahhnn.” He squirms a bit as Barclay nuzzles his stomach before dragging his tongue up his skin. There’ve been times he mourned the fact T didn’t make him as hairy as some other guys, but right now he’s grateful for the clear canvas Barclay can mark however he pleases.

“A mess can be more fun.” The cook licks his lips, sucks a hickey above his belly button, “and by the time I’m done with you, babe, won’t be a single part of you that isn’t one.”

“Then get to it.” He shoves his pants down, lets Barclay pull them the rest of the way off and fold them. He lays back, resting his arms behind his head, and moans as the cook drizzles chocolate on each hip. Joseph feels like a gourmet dessert and, from the growls between his thighs, Barclay intends to treat him like one.

His boyfriend is always enthusiastic when sucking him off, but tonight he throws finesse out the window in favor of burying his face at the crease of each thigh in turn, licking his hips clean while clawing at his calves and sides. He lifts his head, wipes his mouth with a satisfied grin that shows the points of his teeth, and dives down again.

Joseph yelps with pleasure, the hint of fangs hitting all his buttons, lighting him up like downtown on a dark night. It’s intense, the scratch of fur on skin just different enough from the usual beard to remind him of who’s down there, and his legs try to kick closed. Barclay growls again, holding them open with ease.

“Not until I’m done with you, babe.”

He surrenders to flood of feelings from both outside and within him, Barclay’s sheer delight at his body rendering all his doubts and worries toothless and small, quieting them until all he can think about is incredible creature holding and all he can say is some variation on-

“Barclay, please, right there, lordalmighty that’s good, that’s so good big guy, please.” He squeezes his eyes shut, craving the impending orgasm more than he has words for. Barclay sucks determinedly and huffs, pleased, as Joseph's thighs tense in his hold and his climax chases away the remnants of yesterday's aches.

As his brain insists that really, body, opening our eyes isn’t that hard, there’s a metallic zip and strong legs bracketing his thighs.

“Here I thought you couldn’t look any better.” He murmurs as Barclay gleefully strokes his cock, “as soon as my brain works again, I’m coming up with so many ways to use that gorgeous thing.”

“Can’t, fuck, can't wait to hear ‘em, but I only got one for tonight; I’m gonna use it to cum alllll over that fucking perfect body, fuck, Joseph, you look so good when you’re ruined, fuck.” An impressive amount of cum spatters up his stomach, chest, and neck as Barclay howlgrowlpurrs and then sets his hands carefully on the bed.

Joseph’s whole body is sticky with chocolate, sweat, and cum, and Barclay definitely has at least two of those things mussed into his fur.

“You’re right, big guy, a mess can be fucking amazing.”

That being said, being sticky gets old quick, and soon they’re in the tub, Joseph whistling as he shampoos Barclay’s chest. The cryptid hasn’t stopped purring, and every time he looks Joseph’s way the sound deepens.

“When are you next in the city?”

The cook yawns, “Was gonna check on how the new chef de cuisine is getting on at Kepler in about two week.”

“Would you like to stay with me? It’s not fancy, but it’s close to the Ismuth, so you can get to Kepler on foot without trouble, and there are fewer crowds there this time of year. I suspect paparazzi are also less likely to track you down at some random house than at a hotel. That might make up for my lack of, um, high class amenities.”

“Good point. But I gotta be honest babe; as long as you’re there, that’s all I need to be happy.”

#sternclay #agent stern/ barclay #meet ugly #taz amnesty #terato #monster boyfriend #trans agent stern

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nicodranas · 4 years

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Quarentine Hiatus Reading List

Fantasy novels to read based on your favorite cr character because no one in my family reads and I have to subject someone to my taste in literature

Beau- The Kingkiller Chronicle, Patrick Rothfuss

ok so admittedly there are less lesbians than I would like in this one (I haven't read them yet but Priory of the Orange Tree and Gideon the Ninth are on my list) but do you like your hero's cocky? Do you enjoy the satisfaction of the underdog kicking ass? Do you like to yell about fictional characters who underestimate their value to their friends? Well boy oh boy does tKC have that. It's fun to read, it has a charming semireliable narrator, and it's written by the guy who played Kerrek in campaign 1. (Also check out Julia Maddalinas art, those incredible six foot tall oil paintings are the reason I finaly read the series)

Fjord- A Darker Shade of Magic, V. E. Schwab

What's hotter than suave magic gentlemen? Dimension hopping suave magic gentlemen that's what. This book follows a cool young ambassador/smuggler with a magic eye and a crossdressing thief who's only just learned theres magic adventures out there to be had. More YA fare than some on this list but its well written and there's just a hint of piracy that may grow further along in the series.

Jester- Unnatural Magic, C. M. Waggoner

A gunpowder fantasy novel. It has Romance, it has Female Empowerment, it has Huge Hot Trolls, it has a set of characters that step away from the Cis/Straight default expectation of modern fantasy, and it Fuuuuuuuuuuuuucccckks. (No seriously I kinda assumed this was a ya novel and then I got to the smut and I was like... damn I'm even more into huge grey fantasy folks than I thought)

Caleb- Realm of the Elderlings, Robin Hobb

(ok so I was going to say the Silmarillion as a joke but) RotE has 16 whole books in it and sometimes you need 16 whole books to fill that 16 book shaped hole in your heart. There's angst, and intrigue, and dragons, and did I mention theres 16 books? The first, third, and fifth series follow a royal bastard who is recruited as royal assassin, and his friend a "not really a human, not really a gender" prophet who is trying to save the world. It's real good y'all and *minor spoiler* the unrequited love in Tawny Man killed me dead

Nott- The Seven Realms Series, Cinda Williams Chima

Ok ok ok so Maybe this is a YA series and Maybe I read it back in high school and Maybe it's a little cliche but sometimes that's just what you need when the world is falling apart. The first book follows Han, a thief with a set of mysterious magic bracelets, and Raisa, the crown princess of the kingdom. Yes there is a love square, yes there are evil wizards, yes the first book is called "The Demon King", and yes the demon king is hot.

Yasha- A Song of Ice and Fire, George R. R. Martin

ASOIAF is Good ol' Classic Fantasy, and I know what your gonna say "man that GOT ending sucked", and I get it, I do, but ASOIAF is not that. Martin's writting is some of my favorite of all time, and if you enjoy nuance and detail and quiet moments just as important as the big, then you will like ASOIAF. Also Martin's been hinting at getting a lot of work done in quarantine so maybe... maybe... book 6... soon?

Caduceus- The Slow Regard of Silent Things, Patrick Rothfuss

So yes this is technically a spinoff from tKC but this novella is very different from that. I mean there is literally a disclaimer at the begining of the book to warn prospective readers that this is a different type of story all together. It's in the title, this is a slow strange story about Auri, a young woman who lives in a labyrinth of tunnels underneath 'The University' where much of tKC takes place. A winding bittersweet mystery may not be everyone's cup of tea, but sometimes slow is nice.

If you find something new here, or read one of these and want to yell about them please yell at me! Without CR on a regular basis to sate my need for fantasy I have in fact read 4 novels in the past month and I may be losing my grip on what an acceptable amount of books is. Join me!

(And if audio books are more your style check out the OverDrive app, it's free and you can use it with your school or local library)

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kamotoshi · 3 years

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a random, wholesome papa ‘guro n teen gumi moment bc I'm like constantly upset abt how their reunion went lol

imagine tōji wanting to be more involved in gumi’s life but also not knowing how because he’s been so absent throughout the years. and he’s just so awkward about it like he literally just calls gumi up and is like

“hey, kid, you hungry?”

and gumi’s like “I'm literally at school right now.”

"oh. I just realized I left my wallet at home anyway. later.”

he didn't, but he felt embarrassed and of course made up a fake excuse as a defense mechanism.

and that conversation ends fast.

but then another time--on a weekend this time when he’s sure his son isn’t in class--he calls him up and tries again.

“hey, got some time to get lunch with your old man?”

to which megumi’s immediate response is: “I don’t wanna go to mcdonalds again” 💀

tōji’s huffing on the other end. “I take you there one time and you never let me forget it, huh? anyway, no. is ramen convincing enough?”

and the two of them end up going out to get lunch together, but megumi’s pretty much silent or giving clipped responses most of the time just because he just doesn’t really know what to say. tōji keeps trying and failing to make conversation, and eventually just kinda chuckles to himself because megumi’s behavior reminds him of his own when he was a kid, from the way he gives blunt, to the point replies to the way he’s so intensely focused on his task of fishing noodles out of his bowl.

he says, “man, you’re one odd kid, aren’tcha?”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” megumi’s clearly annoyed, just sitting there, feeling judged all of a sudden. like... let me eat in peace please and thank you sir!

“you always have been a little out there, but you got it from me. not a bad thing. probably just puts people on edge,” tōji explains. to this megumi narrows his eyes at his dad, eyebrows furrowed in an expression of annoyance that deepens when the man laughs again. “you used to make that same face at me when you were little whenever I told you it was time to go to bed.”

megumi’s expression morphs into confusion. “why didn’t I want to go to bed?”

“’cause you always had your nose in some book. but I had to put my foot down. I was getting real, fuckin’ tired of your teacher calling, encouraging me to have a chat with my son about his behavior since other kids were getting intimidated by that death glare on your face ‘cause you were tired.”

amusement flickers across his son’s features for just a moment, but he notices his demeanor relax ever so slightly--a sign that he’s made progress in chipping away the walls between them. and then, finally, a question is directed back at him.

“did you used to stay up late when you were a kid?”

tōji smiles and nods. “all the time. I was a menace.”

“you still are.”

“apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, kid. trust me.”

this spurs megumi to ask more questions about his childhood and the moments he can’t remember, which, in turn, leads to their lunch lasting remarkably longer than their usual fifteen minute get togethers (where they’re both scarfing down their food so they don’t have to stick around because it’s so damn awkward). they lose track of time, sitting there, chatting over their meals and learning a bit more about each other.

and when they part ways, tōji keeps it casual, of course, like, “well, see ya around. try not to get your ass beat too badly, alright?” (without realizing it happens to him all the fuckin time actually)

the instant they part ways, tōji has a somewhat bittersweet thought that maybe that would be the last time they ever talked like that, and maybe his son just didn’t want him in his life. which he understood given how he’d hardly been in it. but, thankfully, that’s not the last time they see each other.

because next time, megumi calls tōji.

#fran's ramblin #jjk spoilers #jjk scenarios #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro toji #jjk headcanons #bc my brain screamed for a wholesome father/son moment that never happened #and just went off and wrote this shit outta nowhere

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faithinthefuture28 · 4 years

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Larry songs timeline & what it tells us about the evolution of their relationship

**These are all just my interpretations but the more I listen to the music they wrote, the more it all fits together. ESPECIALLY BECAUSE THROUGHOUT THE YEARS THEY’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT WRITING “AUTOBIOGRAPHICALLY” AND “FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE”

I deffo missed some songs but these stood out to me:

2013

L-Strong: Love isn’t easy (waves trying to break it) but what we have means something and it’s worth fighting for. read: love is only for the brave (Think of how much love that’s been wasted...there’s nothing i’m running from...i don’t care, I’m not scared of love) And we bring out the best in each other so lets not throw this away (i’d do anything to save it...when i’m not with you i’m weaker).

H-Happily: I want to fight for us too bc we’re on fire and our love is powerful af. ik we have to do stunts and stuff (and if (s)he feels my traces in your hair, sorry love but I don’t really care) but what we have is insane and fuck everyone else bc you’re MINE and i’m YOURS at the end of the day (i wanna be the one who holds you when you sleep). Together, we’re magic so just be with me so happily

H-Something Great: ****this song is very straightforward so i won’t explain it much***** (i want you here with me like how i pictured it so i dont have to keep imagining... We’re better off together here tonight). Written as a longing for what could be if they dont have to suppress the relationship. (script was written...want to rip it all to shreds) Louis’ response (you’re all I want so much it’s hurting) basically says “it’s not too much to ask babe, i want it too.” This has the kind of longing that ‘wouldn’t it be nice- beach boys’ which Harry has admitted is kind of a theme song.

L-Through the Dark: I know all this bs we’re going through is taking a toll on you and hurts you and i hate seeing you upset (you tell me that your sad...you tell me that you’re hurt and youre in pain and i can see your head is held in shame...i just wanna see you smile again) but I will do everything physically possible to protect you from any pain bb (i’d never let you fall and break your heart, if u wanna cry or fall apart, i’ll be there to hold ya). We’re going through this together and I will take on any responsibility needed to keep you happy. I’M WILLING TO GO THROUGH HELL TO FIGHT FOR US HARRY LOVE (entire chorus basically).

L-Better than Words: holy fuck our love is amazing can’t even describe it can i just sing to you foreva love u babycakes

L-Why don’t we go there: what if...we just forgot about the world and escaped and enjoyed each others love and rode the high??? Also sex

2014

L-Ready to Run: *******Followup to Why Don’t We Go There*********** But this time let’s escape for real bc (there’s me inside a sinking boat running out of time). Like i’m ready to get out of here and it could just be us living happily ever after (this time i’m ready to run). Honestly nothing else makes sense (without you i’ll never make it out alive...wherever you are is the place i belong). I know what i want out of life and IT’S YOU HARREH (i want to be free and i wanna be yours, i will never look back).

L-Steal My Girl: all u thirsty hoes find someone else bc Harry is MY pretty princess. Srsly ask his family. But you can still admire how he looks in those jeans. We all do. You know the ones

L-No Control: boy u fine, let’s do what lovers do IN THE MORNING. bc we can. also you own me and i am urs

L-Clouds: WE KNEW THIS WAS GONNA BE HARD SO WHY ARE YOU BEING A LITTLE BITCH (you dont like it complicated...but love is never ever simple...you are tired of all the changes, but love is always always changing). We could be great yo, just keep fighting (if we’re never coming back down, we’ll looking down on the clouds...we go and we go and we dont stop)

H-Where do Broken Hearts Go: IM SORRY LOU BABY YOURE EVERYTHING (rest of my crimes dont come close the look on your face when i let you go... the taste of your lips...is at the top of the list of things i want). H&L’s call and response at the end is basically forgiveness and acknowledgment (come on baby come and get me out, come on baby cuz i need you now)

H-Two Ghosts: *****was written around this time according to Harry******. This is fucking hard yo. We’re drained and exhausted and idk how much more we can fight for this... (it’s not you and it’s not me...sounds like something that i used to feel). That infatuation and electricity and hope that fueled our younger selves isn’t really there anymore and i’m just tired man (we’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat, we’re not who we used to be...this was all we used to need). We’re empty vessels going through the motions (same eyes blue, couple more tattoos). AND WE AREN’T FUCKING COMMUNICATING (we dont say what we really mean).

2015

H&L-Perfect: so what if... we get rid of the pressure of forever? What if we just have fun doing the stupid shit we love and makes us feel alive (trouble up in hotel rooms, secret little rendezvous, things you know that we shouldn’t do). Like we won’t be out of each others’ lives, I’m still around and we can find comfort in each other and even mess around here and there (I can be the one you love from time to time). Remember how we used to be young and EXCITED (when i first saw you from across the room, i could tell that you were curious) let’s get that energy back without the responsiblity of an adult relationship. And we can keep making art lmao (if youre looking for someone to write your breakup songs about).

L-Long Way Down *****this song fkn hurts man. It’s overlooked a lot but shows so much insight**** We were...everything. And maybe that’s the problem? We’ve been through so fucking much, more than anyone our age should have to endure. (We've been in fire, Went down in the flames. We sailed the ocean And drowned in the waves. Built a cathedral But we never prayed) We didn’t know what we had. We were damn kids man. We weren’t prepared for all this. We didn’t know how powerful this would be. We didn’t know what it required of us. (We had a mountain But took it for granted. We had it all yeah. Who could’ve planned it). We didn’t know what to do with it, how to deal with it, so here we are. (We had a spaceship But we couldn't land it) We’re each other’s everything, but we can’t keep going on like this babe. (We found an island But we got stranded). I don’t want to leave you but being together is breaking us down. (Point of no return and now It's just too late to turn around) We thought we were untouchable. That love conquers all. Maybe, we were wrong. This is gonna hurt like a bitch (We built it up so high and now I'm fallin', it’s a long way down)

H-Olivia: I LIVE FOR YOU, I LONG FOR YOU, I LOVE YA. And i think i’ll always love ya. And I’m scared...of life without you (i get the feeling you’re walking out, time is irrelevant when i’ve not been seeing you, the consequences are falling now, there’s something i’m having nightmares about...dont let me go). But maybe just maybe thats okay, because you’re AIMH (you live in my imagination...i love you, it’s all i do).

L-Love you Goodbye: I fucking love you and I’ll always fucking love you but i think this is the right thing to do even though it feels so wrong (i know there’s nothing i can do to change it, but is there something that can be negotiated?) We made some goddamn fireworks together though (unforgettable together held the whole world in our hands) and do ya maybe think...we can make them just once more? (if tomorrow you wont be mine, let me give it to you one last time, baby let me love you goodbye...one more taste of your lips just to bring me back to the places we’ve been and the nights we’ve had because if this is it, then at least we could end it riiiiight). ********in the interview with our FAVE Gwen Garcia, she asked if it’s better to say goodbye and end a relationship that’s not feeling right or keep trying even if your heart’s not in it. Harry responds with “I think it’s better to say goodbye...but sometimes if youre trying to protect..” Then Louis cuts him off and says “you’re going deep aren’t you”, brushing the question off as a joke but imho i think there was pain in that answer. Then Harry continues “if you’re not 100% in it, I think it’s better for both parties if you say goodbye”. And Louis adds a “yeah” at the end.********

H-Walking in the Wind: I know this is scary but i think we can do it, (you said to me do you believe i’ll be too far? if youre lost just look for me you’ll find me) I think because youre AIMH and i’m always in yours, it’ll be good for us. And look at us being mature, we’re killing it babe. We can live our separate lives and grow on our own. We dont need to make it messy and hurtful. We’re on the same page. (the fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye means we’ve already won. A necessity for apologies between you and me, baby there is none). At this point, we’re kinda part of each other right? So it’s healthy for us to be apart for a bit. (it’s not the end, i’ll see your face again... i know we’ll be alright...just close your eyes and see i’ll be by your side any time you need me). And you’ve helped me grow into the person I am, and I you, so that’s cool as hell, right? (you will find me in places that we’ve never been). We had a TON of fun (we had some good times didnt we) so i feel okay that we’re doing this (goodbyes are bittersweet) and starting the next adventure in our lives.

H-If I could fly: I. am. yours. Louis. William. Tomlinson. (for your eyes only, i’ll show you my heart). Maybe this growth thing isn’t worth it, let me prove to you how much you mean to me (i think i might give up everything just ask me to). This is gonna be hard as shit because i’m so dependent on you (i’m missing half of me when we’re apart). I’m being honest and I’m being scared and I’m being vulnerable because I can’t lie to you and pretend I’m strong (i let my guard down, right now i’m completely defenseless). But we’re part of each other, right? (i could feel your heart inside of mine). I’ll always be here for you Lou (for when you’re lonely and forget who you are) even if for now we can’t physically be together.

L-Home: I’ve tried, Harry. I’ve tried to play pretend (told myself i kind of like her but there was something missin in her eyes). But i was lost (i was stumblin, lookin in the dark with an empty heart) because none of it was enough, none of it was YOU (it was there i sawr it in your eyes). And then i met you and you felt the same and we’re both lost souls playing pretend who found magic in each other (but you say you feel the same, could we ever be enough?) Is our love enough to overcome everything? Maybe we can be enough. Maybe I can make this enough, let me try to make it enough for you. And if we go our separate ways, know that I’m here for you no matter what. I won’t let you be lost again. (When you’re lost I’ll find a way and I’ll be your light, you will never feel like you’re alone, I’ll make this feel like home). So go. wander. find yourself. Then when you’re ready, come home.

2016-2017

H- Sweet Creature: ***Harry admit that this was the first song he wrote for the album**** We aren’t in the best place rn. We’ve been fighting (had another talk about where it’s going wrong...it’s hard when we argue, we’re both stubborn). But it’s you Louis. It can’t be anyone else. (don’t know where we’re going but we know where we belong... wherever I go, you bring me home). That’s not even a question. I’m still trying to figure out who I am, but the one thing I know is that a large part of who I am is you (we started 2 hearts in one home). And aint no way I’m losing that part of myself (when i run out of road, you bring me home). It was always you.

H-MMITH: Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready (just let me know i’ll be at the door, hoping you’ll come around). I know I need to work on myself a little more (i gotta get better, and maybe we’ll work it out) but honestly i’m getting impatient and i want things to go back to how they were and i want to be yours again (once you go without it, nothing else would do). But I can’t communicate this to you clearly so let me just put this in a song and hope you get it (we dont talk about it, it’s something we dont do) ****Harry mentioned in an interview that he expresses himself through songwriting when he can’t say the words directly to a person because it’s easier to just write it in a song than have difficult conversations*****

H-ESNY: ****honestly no idea what this song is about but it’s something to do with them fighting and not communicating and being in a weird place before their relationship is rekindled******* edit: this could be about his stepdad

H-FTDT: I MISS YOU AND I’M TOO FULL OF PRIDE TO TELL YOU DIRECTLY JUST COME BACK INTO LIFE LOU I’M LONELY AND SAD AND EMPTY AND IM NOT FUCKING FINDING MYSELF LIKE YOU SAID I WOULD (woke up alone, played with myself where were you...we havent spoke since you went away, why wont you ever say what you wanna say) So until then I sit and wait for your sorry ass to make the first move (maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too...but you never do). Also like i have to hear from other people how you are?? (i saw your friend that you know from work, he said that you feel just fine) ANd you’re sharing OUR clothes with people?? wtf just swallow your pride and call me

L-Miss You: OKAY BUT I CANT JUST CALL YOU BECAUSE I HAVE PRIDE TOO also my mates are trying to make me get over you (now i’m asking my friends how to say I’m sorry, they say lad give it ttime there’s no need to worry, and we can’t even be on the phone now). So i’m just numbing your absence with partying and drinks but CLEARLY ITS NOT WORKING (should be laughing but there’s something wrong...shit maybe i miss you...when i feel it coming up i just throw it all away, get another few shots cuz it doesn’t matter anyway...such a good time, i’ll believe it this time). This is weird bc like you were my everything but im trying to get used to this and it fucking sux (oh how shit changes, we were in love, now we’re strangers). And tbh, its scary af bc what if this is it (i’m asking myself, is it over?). BUT ALSO LIKE WTF U COULD REACH OUT FIRST YA KNOW (i’ve been checking my phone all evening).

H-Anna: wtf Louis how do you not see how much this is killing me. I miss you so much and seeing you on tv or in pics drives me wild bc you’re not mine. (I don’t want your sympathy but you don’t know what you do to me...everytime I see your face there’s only so much I can take...I guess it would be nice if I can touch your body). And idk if you’re replacing me (don’t know where you’re laying, just know it’s not with me) and we’re in SUCH a weird place rn how do I tell u you’re the loml (don’t know what I’d say if I passed you on the street...don’t know what I’d tell you if you asked me for the truth) so I refuse to put this song on the album and let you know this and give you satisfaction from knowing how gone I still am for you bc I have 0 idea how you feel (hope you never see this and know that it’s for you)

L-Always You: SO THIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING IM SORRY FOR THAT NIGHT... ok but fr i miss u i miss u i miss u i miss u and nothing else compares like i can travel the whole world and all i think about is how much more fun it was with you and the memories we shared and i wish i could just say thx fr th mmrs and move on but actually no thx actually fuck you for making me not able to enjoy my life without you. So like...come home? and wrap your legs around me? also lmao i took El to a gay bar in amsterdam for her bday lmao i miss u come cuddle me and i’ll tell you all about it

L-We Made It: looks like we made it, look how far we’ve come my baby. They saidd I bett they’ll never make it, but just look at us holding onn, we’re still togetherr, still going stronggg. Also to the fans, miss our single bed and the nights we talked about our dreams :-* also Andrew my man luv u

2018-2019

L-KMM: our love was youthful and exhilarating and fucking electric and i think it still can be. dont know what i’d do without you now H

L-DLIBYH: We’re strong babe and we’ve grown and we aren’t gonna let life drag us down. I’m doing better, you’re doing better, this is what we wanted. And now any shit we go through, we’ll go through TOGETHER

L-Too Young: Okay but looking back, that was a lot of shit we went through and we were just babies and i’m sorry for not fighting harder (i cant believe i gave in to the pressure when they said a love like this would never last so i cut you off cuz i didnt know no better) baby i tried, i tried to protect you but like it was just so much and i hate that you got hurt and i wont ever let that happen again. ALso go us for being mature and COMMUNICATING (face to face at the kitchen table, we can finally have a conversation that I wish we could’ve had before). ANd i know you’re an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry so here let ME say i’m sorry that i hurt you darling. Like we were too young to know we had everything BUT now we’re old(er) and can realize that when we’re together, we DO have everything now and omg is this our happily ever after and we can have a daughter and name her Darcy

L-Habit: do i need to spell it out for you iiiiii aaaaaaaaammmmmmm sssssssoooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy. But tbh i let you go because it felt right because mentally you were already out the door and i needed to give you room to grow babe. And i needed the space too (you gave me the time and the space i was out of control and i’m sorry i let you down). but like also i’ve learned i can’t escape you Styles. You’re always in my fucking heart and my fucking mind and in every essence of my being and somehow I knew that 9 years ago and it took me this long to realize how powerful this really is (guess that that i know what i already knew, i was better with you and i miss you now). Ooooh also my favorite line i wrote (took some time cuz i ran out of energy of playing someone I heard I’m supposed to be and honestly i dont have to choose anymore) like who am i kidding, im done pretending i just wanna be yoursss now

L-Defenseless: I can’t help it okay theres something about you that doesn’t let me stay away. I need you and I know that rekindling this relationship isn’t going to be easy even though it feels so so right. It’s going to be hard work (sleeping on our problems but we’ll solved them in our dreams, wake up early morning and it’s still under the sheets) and we need to communicate and solve our problems but here I am, raw and unfiltered and emotionally naked in front of you ready to lay it all on the table (not sure how to say this right, got so much to lose. NEver been so defenseless). So like this branch I’m reach out to you and you be honest with me too babe (you dont have to keep on being strong for me and you. Acting like you feel no pain, you know i know you do...I can’t get inside, when you’re lost in your pride but you don’t have a thing to prove). Be open with me. Lets talk. Let’s solve problems. Lets have an adult relationship. I’m asking for a little vulnerabiltiy babe. It’s just me. Theres nothing to be scared of

L-Walls: And here you have me in my purest form. No lies, no secrets, no insecurities to hide behind. Losing you was fucking painful but i got through it. I’ve been through hell and back and I’ve fought. And without you, I grew into the person I am. And any further growing i’m doing is gonna be with you. bc it was all for you babe. and honestly i can take anything life throws at me now. I’m strong baby. I’m fucking strong and fucking brave and fucking resilient and...fucking yours. ***** wtf is the I just hope i see you one day and you’ll say to me oh oh********

H-Golden: You are the literal sun and I’m not ready. YOU’RE SUCH A GOOD PERSON (you were way too bright for me, i’m hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky). I’m scared to go through this alone, I need your comfort and your guidance (i can feel you take control of who i am and all i’ve ever known). But you’re scared to go through this with me bc you dont wanna get hurt and i’m too open so where tf does that leave us. ******this could be about coming out especially with the London AND NY secret shows where Harry added the lyric I’m hoping someday you’ll open*******

H-Adore You: You dont have to say you love me, you dont have to say nothing, you dont have to say you’re mine. I’d walk through fire for you. Just let me adore Lou. Like its the only thing I’ll ever do. read: Louis is a great person to just admire what he’s like. ALso I dont need anything back. I just dont want to hide my love for you anymore. I don’t need answers or promises. Just let me adore you. ********the music video is also basically a Louis appreciation post. He was the boy with the smile that the world took away from him. He found Harry lost and loved him and nurtured him and made him confident and allowed him to be who he wanted to be. But in doing so, Harry became big and unsatisfied and wanted to explore the world and was clearly interested in Hollywood and Rockstardom especially evident in his behavior 2014-2015. And Louis wasn’t about that life and didn’t want to hold him back. So he let him free. But they realized that they don’t work apart. Wherever they’re going, they’re going together, as the boy sails into the unknown following the fish. I see it as Harry’s version of “this one is a thank you for what you did for me” ************* I see it, I appreciate it, and I love you for it

H-Lights Up: ****fight with Louis. (What do you mean I’m sorry by the way) About coming out? About fame? (Step into the light, so bright sometimes) Either way, L is the guy driving the motorcycle in the video who makes H feel comfortable and safe until they get pulled over because SOMEONE wont let them love*******

H-Falling: What if i’m out, what if i’m someone you won’t talk about? Okay maybe I lied I do want you to claim me. Would me coming out of the closet make that hard for you? I CAN’T GO THROUGH AN IDENTITY CRISIS WITHOUT YOU LOU. I picked someone supportive and now I’m spoiled and I dont know how to be with myself. You want back in my life but what if I dont deserve it? (you said you cared and you missed me too...what i’m someone i dont want around). What if you’re better off without me? (i get the feeling that you’ll never need me again). I know youve been through so much shit because of me, things you’ve never even told me about and im afraid...that I wasn’t worth it. Am I being selfish? because either way, i want YOU (what if you’re someone i just want around). Does that make me a bad person?

H-TBSL: ****Probably when they starting talking again but it was v casual and they didn’t really discuss their relationship yet*****. I MISS U BUT I WONT TELL U THAT and its nice to talk to u again i missed your voice but if u call me baby i will kill u bc that word has weight OKAY. Like i know you just call everyone babe and darling and sweetheart but baby is FOR ME and only for me when you wake up with me and cuddle me and if you think you have any right calling me baby without giving the luxury of being in a relationship with you then piss off because that shit hurts dude. (i know that you’re trying to be friends, know that you mean it...it’s hard for me to go home to be so lonely). ALso it’s not my fault i’m like this, you literally captured my heart when i was 16 like wtf do u expect (dont blame me for falling, i was just a little boy)

H-Sunflower Vol. 6: we were babies and i was so enamored by you and you’re so bright and beautiful and i want to watch you all day and make you smile and i want you to touch my hair and call me curly and i hope im not making you uncomfortable with my heart eyes but like how are you so perfect. I hope you think i’m cool, i’m really trying but like you’re SO FUNNY and charming and everyone loves you i hope im not embarassing myself. And now it’s like 8 years later and i think i can have you again and i want you so bad but i dont wanna seem too eager and im trying to have dignity and not text you first but like also i want nothing more than to talk to you. Do you think i’m cool now? did you like my new hairstyle? Do you think i’m funny on tour? I want everything i want to be domestic again and kiss in the kitchen and i want to cook for you and as;ldfa;sdhaf i want to buy you flowers everyday and shower ur cute face with kiss. boopx28

H-Canyon Moon: Hell yea i got ma man back and i have a girlfriend named Jennifer ;) and we are domestic and even though I HATE being away from him for work (so hard to leave it) we have the 2 week rule yall then i can wrap my legs around him and after so so so long I’ll be h.o.m.e. Also did i tell you his eyes are so so blue like sky who i dont know her

H-TPWK: So we’re really doing this. We don’t need to have it all figured out. We can just be us. and happy. and dance. The world loves us babe. (Giving second chances, I don’t need all the answers and if we’re here long enough we’ll see it’s all for us and we’ll belong)

H-Fine Line: You’ve got my devotion but man I can hate you sometimes....We’ll be a fine line. Between what? love and hate? public and private? out and in the closet? each others’ and ourselves? Idk. But i’m going to swallow my pride (my hands at risk I fold) because no matter what, the worst possible outcome is not having you. And I never wanna go through that again. I know we have work to do on our relationship (spreading you open is the only way I know you). And there’s lot of unknown here (there’s things that we’ll never know) but what i do know is that i cant resist you (you sunshine you temptress) and i cant be without you ever again. I think it’ll be hard as hell. But when have we known love as anything but hard? And when have we known our love as anything but worth it? We’ll be a fine line baby. But i know, i knowww with every part of me that we’ll be alright. Because these past 10 years, we’ve been through A LOT. ANd it could have ruined us and made us cynical and cold and closed off. And I think at one point it did. But you know what we did? We fought it. We fought it together. Then we fought it individually. And we became BRAVE. And a brilliant man once said, “love is only for the brave”.

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waiting for love to come around // septiplier

If someone were to keep a tracker of how Jack’s been spending his time, it’d probably reveal an alarming amount spent with his best friend. It's just very, very easy to find excuses to be around him, and harder to think of reasons to keep to himself. He came to this school solely to be closer to and spend more time with Mark, after all, didn't he?

And there's that whole “being hopelessly and unrequitedly in love with my best friend” bit, but he tries his best not to dwell on it. Easier said than done.

Mark, for his part, seems to welcome the company, always excited to have the Irishman take up his time, or even just sit on his bed as Mark edits, randomly telling him jokes or showing him pictures of cute animals. Just because he can.

It kinda surprises him one day when Mark is the one to enter his room without knocking instead of it being the other way around. The American just lays back on Jack's bed, looking… a little more dressed up than usual, actually. He's so used to Mark in pajamas or the most casual clothes he can manage that the change is a little jarring. Not bad, though…. definitely not bad.

“Oh how the turntables?” he asks with a small laugh, turning away from his computer to look at Mark properly. Mark chuckles warmly, head rolling a little to the side to look back up at him. God, he's gorgeous, his brain unhelpfully notes, bittersweet warmth running through him. He just smiles bigger though, tucking away those cracks. He wants Mark to be happy, something much more important than these feelings he's been harboring for much, much too long. 5 years now, he thinks. Jesus.

“I suppose so, huh? Does that mean that now I have to pull up shitty memes for you to put up with while you work, forever hoping that this time, please, it'll be a cute doggo?” Jack scoffs a little, offended.

“You love my memes!”

“That's what you think.”

“You laugh!!”

“Pity laughter, Jackaboy. Or do they not have that in the ass-end of Ireland?” Jack splutters, half laughing at the words, and Mark's eyes seem to shine a little.

“I'll have you know, the Irish are fuckin’ fantastic at memes. Not as fantastic as we are at pub brawls, but close.”

“You wish.”

“And, as an honorary leprechaun, all my wishes can and do come true.”

Mark gives a soft laugh, sitting up a little and grinning big, and the smile blankets over Jack like a perfect summer's day. “Shit, you got me there. Can't believe I've been bested by a man that always sounds like he's got potatoes in his mouth.” Jack snorts.

“Irish accents are sexy according to literally everyone else in the world, Marky, fight me.”

“Maybe I will!”

“I'd love to see you try.” Mark narrows his eyes a little at him, but Jack just responds with a smirk, one eyebrow raised. A few seconds pass, neither of them moving, and Jack laughs to himself, shaking his head as he turns back to his computer. “See, ya got nothin’--”

A solid wall of flesh slams into him, pinning him to the ground. It doesn't hurt, just knocks the breath out of him, and he finds himself staring up at Mark's grinning, smug face, so damn proud of himself.

What follows is a short but energetic wrestling match, both trying to get the upper hand. Mark is all experience and muscle, and Jack's got muscle too, but more importantly, he's fast. They're decently matched, but Jack ends up pinned uncomfortably in the corner of the room between wall and floor with no way out. Mark’s thighs grip him tightly as he straddles him, strong hands holding him in place, looming over him. Honestly, Jack could probably get out of this if he tried harder, but even with the way his back is protesting the position, he really doesn't want to move. It's not every day you get a lapful of your best friend, after all.

Mark's grin almost looks a little predatory as he seems to lean a little closer, and Jack's kinda thankful they're both still panting from the play fight. It hides the way his breath hitches.

“I won! What's my prize???” Mark asks, pressing a little harder into him, which is wholly unfair and a bit too distracting.

“Didn't know we were fightin’ f'r a prize here,” Jack manages, trying his best to glare up at him, but there's no real force behind it.

“Um, of course we were. What's the point if there's no prize???”

Jack grumbles, as if he wouldn't do absolutely anything for the man pinning him down. He’d steal the stars to light up his room at night with real constellations if he asked. “Wha’ d’ya want then, Marky?” he asks with an exaggeratedly exasperated sigh.

Mark's grin falters a little, that confidence wavering, which catches at something inside of him. He's actually kinda concerned for him now. Mark bits his lip, seeming to debate something heavily in his mind. Jack can only watch as Mark slowly comes to a resolution, brown eyes fixing back on his own blue.

“Go out with me?” Mark asks, faux-confidence ringing in every word.

“Ya don't have ta beat me in a wrestling match ta get me to hang out with ya, Mark - we spend most ‘f our weekends together, anyway.”

“No, Sean…” Mark looks a little frustrated at himself, and almost… nervous? Jack's not sure why - friend hangouts are pretty regular for them, something they both enjoy immensely, and-- “On a date. Go out with me… on a romantic date.”

At first, Jack gives a breathless laugh, sure he's joking (and hoping desperately he hasn't caught on to Jack's feelings yet), but the sincerity on his best friend's expression causes it to die out pretty fast. Does… he actually want to go on a date with him? He can't breathe for a moment, mind suddenly racing, trying to figure out what exactly he's supposed to make of this.

“You wanna… take me out… on a date? Real date?” Jack asks slowly, and Mark's gaze falls from his, landing on the wall beside him.

“Sorry, it's stupid, just… a thought. I don't know.” The pain and disappointment behind the words are so clear that Jack kinda aches for him.

“No!!! I-I mean… yes? Yes to the date, no to you trying to take it back, because don't you dare,” he says all in a rush, and Mark's eyes return cautiously to Jack's, confused, and a little… hopeful? How… long had he wanted this? “Marky, I'd… love to go on a date with you. 1000% yes. Like, it's not even funny how much I want that. Just to… try it, I mean. I…” He's not sure how casual this request is, doesn't want to be too eager - though his stomach is basically made of butterflies at this point - and yet doesn't want to appear too uninterested, because he is anything but disinterested.

Mark smiles slowly, something sweeter than the kind of smile he’d worn when he beat him, something fond and lovely and all for Jack, and he feels kinda like the breath’s been knocked out of him.

“Good, good!!! I… I wasn't sure you’d say yes.”

“I never thought you’d ask, so kinda the same boat,” Jack replies with a breathless chuckle. “I… I can't wait.”

#septiplier #sean #mark #drabble #main youni

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