#but for my sake lets pretend it hasn't

[sonicranger1]

I had a Lil idea (Click image(s) for better quality)

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[justauthoring]

your hand feels nice in mine.

requested! -> hii loved your natsu fic! 🤭 i’m glad that fairy tail content is coming back. i wanna request something similar w gray.. maybe it’s a hot day n he helps reader

a/n -> honestly it was not my intention to write for fairy tail today... but writing that natsu drabble was so fun and i can't help it im in a fair tail mood lol. also, for the sake of it, let's pretty juvia hasn't joined the guild yet okay?

pairing -> gray fullbuster x f!reader

it was far too hot.

ridiculously hot.

really, it shouldn't even be humanely possible for it to be this hot. hot enough that you were sweating profusely, it building up on your forehead and leaving you feeling gross and sticky. you were thirsty and your movements felt luggish, as if you might just pass out on the spot.

clearly, the universe had something against you because this was starting to feel like a personal attack.

your eyes flicker to your teammate who seems all too unaffected by the heat; which, yes, to be fair was to be expected. gray was an ice wizard and you knew he ran cold, so obviously this heat wasn't impacting him as much. he looked somewhat warm, you guessed, a small build up of sweat lining his forehead.

but he wasn't dragging his feet and he didn't look flushed or uncomfortable. nothing like you at least.

walking ahead of you, gray looks perfectly fine which, unfortunately, is just irritating you more. how was it fair that he was fine while you were practically dying?

"dumb ice wizard with your stupid ice powers and cooling abilities," you mumble to yourself, grouchy and annoyed.

you just wanted this mission to be over but it was looking like you were going to be stuck on this island for a while longer if the fact that you guys hadn't even found your clients target yet was anything to go by. the rest of team natsu had split up in search of them; natsu and happy with lucy and erza with carla and wendy.

which left you with the stupid, unbothered and cool gray.

truthfully, you're not even sure how you're going to even be able fight the damn target when you do reach them because it was so hot!

"are you okay?"

if he hadn't spoken, you would've ended up walking right into gray. but his voice is enough to snap you out of your own sulking, blinking as you stop and meet his gaze. his words seem genuine and you're sure he is concerned but the damn smirk on his lips just pisses you off more.

"fine," you reply sharply, turning to walk past him.

gray reaches for you before you can, his hand wrapping around your arm and halting your steps as he pulls you back towards him.

regrettably, even if his cold hand feels soothing on your skin.

"what—"

gray just lets out a chuckle, shifting you so you're stood in front of him before pressing his palm against your forehead. whatever you'd been about to say promptly falls silent the second it does. instantly, a cold, gentle breeze flows over you, enveloping your entire body in a cooling sensation that has your tensed muscles relaxing.

"oh."

"feel better?"

glancing up at gray, you blink at him, dazed. "much," you admit, nodding, "your magic feels so nice."

gray flushes slightly at your words, the compliment making his insides feel funny as he coughs, trying to pretend like that hadn't affected him. "w-well, i'm glad. you looked pretty miserable."

as the feeling floods you, you start to gather your bearings, now just realizing how close you were to gray. his hand was raised, pressed against your forehead, but his other hand still rested on your arm and the two of you were very close.

you feel your cheeks warm as you lower your gaze.

"th-thank you, gray." you mumble, feeling oddly embarrassed even though you can't reason why. gray was your friend and all he was doing was helping you, his friend, cool down in this ridiculous heat.

there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

still, that couldn't explain the flush on both of your cheeks.

"here," gray shifts, moving his hand and you have to resist the urge to moan at the loss of his hand. he lets go of your arm and moves to stand beside you. and, before you can dwell on the disappointment much longer, gray's face is burning and he's promptly turning away from you, avoiding your gaze.

your eyes then lower, seeing his hand held out towards you, palm inviting.

"gray?"

"hold my hand," he explains, muffled as he shoves his face into his coat collar (surprisingly still on). "i'll keep you cool."

the realization dawns on you, eyes widening. "o-oh," you mumble, forcing the words out as you glance at his hand once again. "okay."

slowly, hesitantly, you slip your hand into his, gray easing into the touch as he threads his fingers through your own, and squeezes.

true to his word, he lets his magic slowly seep out, cooling you and enveloping you in a consant cool sensation. but the heat refuses to fade from your cheeks, all the same, as the two of you avoid each others gaze.

"sh-should we get going?"

"ye-yeah."

-

"y/n?"

"hm?"

"why are you holding gray's hand?"

you snap your attention to lucy at her question, eyes then snapping to gray who's staring back at you, and then finally down to your intwined hands.

a second later, the two of you are pulling away.

"no-no reason!"

"nothing!"

lucy just blinks at the two of you, quirking a knowing brow.

"you guys sure?"

you send a lucy a half-hearted glare, knowing what she's insinuating, and given that she knew more than anyone else there, you refused to let her try and egg you on. "of course," you say firmly, and lucy just laughs. "it was just... hot. gray cooled me down."

hands on her hips, lucy snorts; "okay, then." then, stepping back, she shrugs. "i was just curious."

she leaves the two of you alone and both you and gray stand there for a moment, silent, not sure what to say.

then, gray speaks up; "i didn't mind, you know?"

"hm?" you mumble, meeting his eyes. he just gestures to his hand and your lips part. "oh. me... me neither. it... felt nice." then, you move to clarify; "and not just because of your magic."

"that's good," gray nods, flustered. "i'm glad."

"yeah."

"...wanna... hold hands again?"

you let out a breath of relief. "yes."

[sorcerous-caress]

So fun fact about me irl I work with children but often my teacher language slips out like telling my friends to say “bye bye bus”, telling another person in my lecture writing to “be nice to the pencil, it’s your friend.” And greeting a roomful of grown as adults with good morning boys and girls. It’s mortifying but How do you think the companions would react to having a teacher!tav slip up like that.

Dealing with a Teacher Tav

[Bg3, fluff, platonic kinda, nb!reader]

[Gale, Shadowheart, Laezel, Wyll, Karlach, Astarion, Halsin, Minthara, Jaheira, Minsc]

Gale

He delightfully plays along whenever you tell him to thank a stranger or say goodbye to an inanimate object. He thinks it's very silly and joyous.

Teachers have always been a big part of his life, it doesn't phase him in the slightest when you unawarly awake the deep memories of being in wizards pre-school for him.

Says good morning to you back, adding a teacher honorific at the end for the sake of being playful while asking if you've finally graded the homework he handed in.

He gives you an apple occasionally. He thinks he is very hilarious.

Shadowheart

She freezes in awkwardness whenever it happens, not sure if you’re being serious or just playing around. Sometimes, you don't even register slipping up as go on with your day, leaving her wondering if she's imagining things.

She has zero experience with the school system, completely confused by the need to say thank you for carriage after it arrived. It's just a carriage, why should she?

One time while her and Laezel were arguing, you used the same call you'd use in the classroom to get the kids to quiet down and it completely caught them both off guard. They just stood there baffled, forgetting their original argument.

Laezel

Why, yes, she is very familiar with teachers. In fact, she was the best out of her class, ask any githyanki teacher, and they'd tell you endless praise about her throat cutting techniques and sword welding stances.

You, whoever, use very unusual teaching techniques. How would learning a song about washing your hand and brushing your teeth help her in slaying her enemies?

Intriguing, so you take advantage of the brain's tendency to latch on to phrases that rhyme, which makes them easier to remember? And you encode your melodies with instructions to embed them into the impressionable youth?

Huh. She actually is impressed. She made her decision, you will lend your teaching skills to help her embed the most effect way of fracturing someone's spine into a melody to spread to the githyanki children.

Wyll

As someone who has been an unofficial teacher for so many kids throughout his years, he can relate to your struggle a lot. He slips up more than he cares to admit.

The both of you meeting early in the morning while still groggy and tired, your brains working on automatic mods as you greet each other with the same high pitched enthusiastic voice you use to greet a toddler.

Then just stare at each other, complete understanding between the two of you. Like two people accidentally using their customer service voice in front of the other.

You struggle to tie your boots once, and he unconsciously bends down to tie them for you while using the rabbit loop euphemism, only to stop in his tracks as he realises what he's doing.

He uses a curse word once, and you immediately use your teachers voice and say, "we don't speak like that here, that's wasn't very nice."

You're both tired, you both need a nap and neither of you brings it up when the other slips.

Karlach

Much like Gale, she finds it extremely amusing. Top tier comedy to her. Unlike Gale, she hasn't been to any proper schooling system, so she doesn't exactly know what most of these phrases mean or imply.

In a way, it lets her pretend she was a part of something like a school in her youth, like she could've had a normal childhood like everyone else.

She'd indulge you, saying goodbye and thank you to the pigeon that delivered her a letter, or overhearing Wyll's rabbit loop ryhme and whispering it under her breath as she ties her own boots. Who knew this could've been so easy?

Astarion

You remind him of how Leon was with his daughter back in Cazador's manor. Astarion never was close with any of them, but still, he sometimes overheard him attempting to give his daughter a semblance of a normal childhood and growth.

It's endearing when you accidentally use your teaching ways while dealing with the owlbear cub, but he'll never admit it.

Doesn't indulge you with it, he has appearance to keep. Well, unless he has a chance to twist your innocent meaning words into a sex or gorey joke like the 12y old humour that he has.

Ah, the scrowl on your face is the exact same one Leon had around him, such fond memories.

Halsin

Ah, you bring him back to his old days of having to deal with the children at the grove. Although his methods focused more on showing them that nature is a friend rather than inanimate objects.

But who is he to judge your ways? If anything he could learn a thing or two from you to add to his skillset.

Tells you about the fables that were passed down from elf to elf throughout the generations, animal stories have always done a great part in teaching him morality.

Do you happen to have any? Maybe you could tell it to the children of the grove, they are good kids.

Minthara

As a noble, she was only given the best and most prestigious of teachers while growing up. Even the ones that weren't a drow would still be considered the best of the best, crème de la crème.

Yet not a single one of them applied such...childish methods. etiquette and discipline were taught by the lash and threat of punishment, not lullabies and gentle guidance.

....it's not as bad as she imagined.

She doesn't get why some of your companions find it amusing. She doesn't bother indulging either.

But sometimes, sometimes, when it's just the two of you, and she is sure not a single soul is around, she will reply with a pun with the most deadpan face expression you've seen.

Jaheira

Despite what most would think, she actually integrated the same methods into her teachings back when her kids were little, it just happened to be weaved with her more dangerous lifestyle ascept.

Here comes the plane, with the airplane usual holding a good dosage amount of poison to build resistance.

A short rhyme about what to check before leaving the house, except the list has a suspicious amount of daggers and trap disarm kits in it.

If it works, it works, so what if she had to alter a kid's book about a honey loving yellow bear into one with decipherable texts to teach them Harpers' secret communication language.

Minsc

Ah! Boo does use the same method on him sometimes, the two of you have a lot in common. Although Boo's methods do involve a bit of biting every now and then.

Say, how about he teaches you some fables from Rashemen, a lot of them are about a rabbit who got lost after not listening to his witch frog companion.

You could use it in your teachings later! Show the youth the importance of good teamwork. Yes, he is aware of the fact he didn't listen to Jaheira and got captured by the cult. No, he doesn't see why this is relevant? Why is Boo suddenly agreeing with you? He is supposed to be on his side.

[creedslove]

BESTIEEE I know you’re probably not taking any request now but… since I’m a slut for angst… it came up in my mind reader and Joel being together, she wants kids, he doesn’t since he’s way older than her and already had Sarah so he’s not up to have another kid at his age and reader agreed with that for the sake of their relationship and because she just loves Joel so damn much so she’s willing to give up her desire of becoming a mom. But they’re like at a friend party or at the park and he sees her playing with some friend’s kids and her eyes just sparkle so Joel feels sad for taking away that from her and he gives her the talk “I love you but I need to let you go cause I just want your happiness so she can have kids with someone else and the end is up to you 🥹❤️❤️

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: hi bestie, I know it's been a few days since I got this ask, and even if I was focused on a certain cowboy, you can be sure this lovely idea hasn't left my mind because it's just so perfect and great, thank you for sharing 🤌

• when you'd traced plans in your life, you had always established some goals: study, get a nice job, travel, be happy, get married and have a family. That was pretty much all you wanted from life, since it seemed only fair you could have it all

• what you did not plan nor expect, was falling in love with a handsome, older and charming man; the heart wants what the heart wants and in your case, your heart (and let's be honest, your body and soul too) wanted Joel Miller, but who wouldn't want him?

• he was big, broad, handsome, strong, he had great hair, beautiful puppy brown eyes and we were only talking about his physical features, although he was much more than that: he was also smart, hardworking, responsible, he was a great dad and even if he seemed a little shy or like he kept to himself, he had so much love to give, and much to your luck, he wanted you as much as you wanted him

• so you simply clicked, despite Joel being older than you; it wasn't a deal breaker for you, it never was, because if by any means that became a problem, you wouldn't even start dating to begin with; although there were some generational conflicts that was quite amusing to see: Joel referred to TV shows, some movies or ads you'd never even heard of in your life, while he didn't get why you always thought those stupid silly videos on your phone were so funny. He didn't really get Taylor Swift - or he pretended he didn't - and you would absolutely fall asleep midway pretty much every movie he claimed he'd watched at the movies when he was a teen and it simply kicked ass

• bur nothing that came even close to being a problem. Sarah enjoyed that exchange, she knew her dad was a modern man, she also knew he looked good by the amount of women who would shamelessly swoon around him, but she always worried he would simply lock himself inside once she took off to live her own adventures, so she appreciated how much you loved and cared about him, making her happy to see how much her dad really loved and cared about you too

• you both had a great relationship, it was mature, sexy, full of understanding, passion and partnership, but Joel being an experienced man, knew it was important to put all the cards on the table before you two were in too deep to decide what was a deal breaker or not

• so you both talked openly about your plans and ambitions for the future, your no's and things like this, to decide beforehand if it was worthy

• you were on board with almost everything, with the exception of Joel being honest and clear about the fact he was older, he had already gone through the fatherhood experience - which had been quite traumatic even if Sarah was the thing he loved the most in his life - and that he didn't want to go through it again, which meant kids were definitely off the table

• you felt your heart shattering; you've always wanted to have kids, and not only that, you could see Joel being a perfect dad to your kids, because not only was he already an amazing father, but he had all the great qualities of a partner, and perhaps a future husband, and to make things worse, Joel did want all of those things with you, he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side, to give you his name and a home, but not kids

• and even if he knew you wanted kids and you knew it too, you decided to suppress this side of you, because you loved him so much, you thought it was worth sacrificing your desire to have Joel in your life; maybe life would be easier and better if you just stayed with each other, you'd be happy, no doubt about it, and just hoped you wouldn't feel incomplete at everything else

• Joel wasn't insensitive though, he knew that decision took a toll on you, it was complicated and it pained him to think he was the reason why you still hadn't made your wish come true, but how could he get into something he didn't want to? If roles were reversed, it would be too unfair to ask you to have his child, so he tried telling himself he wasn't holding you back

• however, what was so hard was that in addition to knowing about your wish to be a mom, he could see how good you'd certainly be at it; the way little kids and babies immediately took a liking to you, often wanting to play and cuddle and the way you were always so caring and attentive towards them, it always brought a pang into his chest, it hurt to see you not having it because of him

• as much as he loved you and cherished your presence and relationship, that guilt started eating him up alive; he was getting more and more upset about it, the way you simply didn't complain or insist on it also made him upset and worried, he didn't know what to do, he got to the point where he felt tortured to see you interacting with little kids, because he could tell how much you wanted that reality for yourself but he was stopping you from it

• when you both were invited to one of his cousin's baby's first birthday, you immediately accepted the invitation. Joel thought about declining it, but then, what could he say? he had no excuses of any sorts to simply say no, so there was no way other than going and that was it

• he was sort of enjoying the party, having a beer with his relatives and having some treats when he spotted you around the kids: you were having so much fun, simply the life of the party, as the kids giggled and cheered around you, all happily and excitedly, and you wouldn't leave them at all

• Joel's heart shattered, he couldn't keep on doing that to you, it was too much, he loved you and if you love someone you gotta do your best to make them happy, and in that situation he was aware he wasn't doing everything at his power for that, so he swallowed hard, as he took a decision, it was a hard one, but it had to be done

• so once the party was over, you noticed Joel's sadden expression, even if you asked him what was going on, he didn't say it, he just shook it off and said it was work problems, not wanting to extend the subject, you just shrugged and didn't say anything else, leaving the tension home, sensing things weren't going to be easy

• so a couple of days after the party in which things weren't great, Joel finally took the courage to come forward and talk to you about things

"I love you, darling. I swear I do, with all my heart, but I know I'm not making you totally happy, not as happy as you can fully be. I can't stay here, preventing you from finding someone you will really be happy with, someone you will be able to build a life with. You deserve it, baby. I can't give it to you, but I can't see you suffering any longer"

• it broke your heart, you didn't want to break things up with Joel, you loved him, but you were honored to see how much he cared for you, it wasn't easy to recover and get things back on track, having to remodel your life after breaking up with Joel, getting used to being without him, but time heals all, you learned after a while

• Joel also had to relearn how to live his life without you; it was complicated but he loved you so, so he trusted his gut in letting you go, especially a couple of years later, when Sarah came over to visit him with her new boyfriend and handed him her phone: she'd found your Instagram and it showed you happily married to some guy named Marcus Pike, apparently he was an FBI agent, gentle and good-looking and extremely excited to announce he was going to be a dad for the first time ❤️

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[mychlapci]

So if Ultra is training Sentinel to be his little slutty secretary, Megatron is training his little Prime to be his partner not only in bed, but in battle too.

Optimus is the only mech who's actually managed to match Megatron in battle for eons, it would be a shame to lose that prowess. Even if Optimus is lubricating through his panels and drooling at the mere sight of Megatron's spike, he's still fighting the hypnosis. At first, Megatron pays it no mind, treating Optimus the same as he would any autobot slut. But soon he notices a pattern. Optimus doesn't respond well to being told to get on his knees and fights even while under hypnosis, his iron will won't let him submit and he even manages to break through, if only just enough to get a few rebellious phrases out. However, when Megatron treats Optimus like an equal, calling him his consort, his queen, actually listens to Optimus when he talks, Optimus practically melts and is much more cooperative in berth, easily submitting and begging like how Megatron imagined the first time.

Eventually it clicks, in order to get Optimus to behave, to submit, he has to treat him like he's equal to Megatron. The hypnosis is supposed to ensure submission, but submission can come very differently between mechs. For Optimus, he will only be submissive if his partner treats him with dignity and respect.

Honestly, it's a little concerning. Optimus has been so mistreated and neglected that he can't imagine being respected in anything other than his dirtiest, kinkiest, fantasies.

Megatron isn't surprised by this, and is in fact quite upset. He's very disappointed that the council hasn't changed in the millions of years he's been gone. So, if the hypnosis will only work on Optimus if he makes him is Queen and treats him as such, then so be it.

And it works out wonderfully. Megatron trains Optimus as his equal, teaching him to fight, to manage an army, to be a leader not unlike Megatron himself. Optimus' training regimen fills out his figure, a lovely hourglass figure with wide hips and thick thighs, his waistline is wider to accommodate for his shift in stature. When Megatron is in his office doing paperwork, he convinces Optimus that a good leader knows how to keep on top of his tasks with well deserved breaks. Optimus falls for it hook, line, and sinker, helping with Megatron's paperwork. Unlike Sentinel who is perfectly content doing as he's told without question, Megatron encourages Optimus to ask questions, start debates, he's come to the conclusion that Optimus truly is the best choice in consort and must be prepared to take over the Decepticon Empire should Megatron be unavailable. All of this coxxes Optimus further and further into his trance, happily giving himself to Megatron letting him plow his valve and fill him with transfluid.

And once Optimus is sparked, whoo boy. If Megatron was pretending to respect Optimus for the sake of keeping him under hypnosis, he certainly wasn't now. Carrier's are a very serious matter to Decepticons after all, and Optimus was treated with all the respect and love as any other Decepticon carrier. This comes with the added bonus of Optimus falling even deeper into his trance.

Best thing? Even if Optimus was pulled from his trance, no one would be able to tell. Optimus is fully cognizant under hypnosis, the program is telling him "it's ok to give in, to let these big, strong, brutes take the reigns and ruin his little valve with their monster size spikes. To give them control, to let them in, to follow every direction he's given like a good little slut and beg for his overloads. To be a good little whore and take their spikes without complaint." Optimus wouldn't allow such a thing without his input, "I'll do as I'm told, I'll let them fuck me, breed me, but ONLY if I get a say in it. If we're doing this, we're doing it my way."

And he does genuinely like the way Megatron treats him, it truly is a kink for him to be respected. If he's pulled out of the hypnosis, Optimus wouldn't change a thing. He's already ensured the safety of earth and it's people, his crew is being well taken care of by their handlers, and honestly? Cybertron did need to be reformed. Maybe he can convince Megatron to remove the hypnosis on the population in a few years, after Decepticon rule has been implemented and secured.

Megatron thought he played Optimus with the hypnosis? Optimus played the entire program by twisting it in his favor. Hypnosis can't make you do things you weren't capable of to begin with after all. It's a win-win situation tho, so no one's complaining.

Optimus with a kink for being respected... the implications are staggering and the possibilities are endless.

Optimus stubbornly fucks up his hypnosis because no way in hell is he letting Megatron treat him like some stupid idiot slut... He'll be his consort, sitting in a separate throne, with enough room for his growing belly, and he won't be pushed around. Megatron honestly can't believe just how much he likes it. A feisty autobot wife is much better than a plain, dumb spike-sleeve like Sentinel was turned into.

Megatron knows he's chosen right... He now has a worthy conjux helping him rule the newly conquered Cybertron, and producing heirs who'll inherit the entire empire once they're gone. This is everything he never knew he needed <3

[yayll]

Could you maybe write smth up. About literally spoiling Dazai. Because i want to sit him down on the couch and kiss his pretty fucking face and buy him everything he even glances at.!! Hold his hand on walks, take him to like roooftops to stargaze and stuff and just stare at his PRETTY AHH FACE instead. Kiss his forehead goodnight!!! Cook him stuff and cuddle him and kiss him (again)!!!!....

Im lonely and past the point of no return sorry shdkhdkfjf

HIIII there, angel! i'm so sorry this took me a bit, but umm... i kind of went insane with this concept i read your ask and i immediately just blacked out because oh do i feel the same way about this god forsaken man.. and HEAVY on the spoiling. ahh, i hope it's to your liking, and i hope it makes u feel less lonely :') it was such a pleasure to write my first request xx

~ a little something about cherishing Dazai on days he needs it the most ~

Spoiling Dazai. Now there's something you can proudly admit to being happily guilty of. You couldn't count the times you've held him for hours after a terrible day at work, or made sure he had more than just canned crab and a few bottles of Sake. You'd do anything for him to be comfortable in his own skin, and you want to make sure he knows how much you adore him... that he knows he's allowed to take up space in the world too. You're also aware that he would rather die than to ever elaborate on the vague and dismissive little comments he makes about the debilitating weight of all of his past mistakes, the ones that make him resentful and tired when it really gets to him, but that never deters you.

You've put the pieces together long enough to understand that it's not easy being Osamu Dazai, no matter what silly mask he puts on for the world. He hasn't always been a good person, an exemplary man, and you're more than well aware of that. Still, he doesn't have to be the jester who's always entertaining the masses at his own expense.

You remind him that he isn't cursed forever, that he IS worthy of flesh and blood, and when you kiss him it's like you're absolving him of all sins... you make him new again. He is utterly bewitched by you and you feel it in the way he comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, squeezing your waist just enough to let you know your warmth is the reason his own blood circulates. Or when he whispers the most silliest and unhinged things in your ear late at night so you'll curl up those precious lips into a smile... Just for him. He gets off on the happiness he gives you, simple as that. He already feels he doesn't deserve to hold on to such a good life, but he's nothing if not defiant, and he'll squeeze out every little bit of love within that void of a heart for as long as you'll have him.

But... Today is your turn to love him so much it actually hurts, It's what he gets for being a menace 24/7! That is why you chose to make sure he has an extra special day today, by bringing him out of his comfort zone with a... mystery date!

"Oh? And to what do I owe the pleasure of being courted by such a beautiful creature such as yourself on this fine day?"

Dazai sips on his tea, eyes narrowing as they peer at you from the teacup curiously. You flash him a cheeky grin, already plotting your mission to make him so flustered he can't even look at you later.

"I thought we could go out somewhere and spend some time outside... Since we've both been so busy lately. Wouldn't that be nice?"

He raises a brow, and gives you a knowing smile back. Dazai's freakishly omnipotent in that way, and it's one of the many reasons you can never truly know if your surprises land or not.

"Mmm, it could be. Where to, my love?"

"... It's a secret."

He then pretends something has hit his chest, and he grips it, dramatically throwing himself back onto the chair causing his tea to flop about in the teacup.

"Oh my, is today the day you finally take me out and end it all?! I don't know if I can take the deceit, the absolute betrayal... What an occasion-"

You cut him off with your index finger as you place it right on his lips, zipped tight and his eyes burn into you, waiting for your next words. He eats this shit up.

"Shush! Let's go."

And with that, you grab your coats and zoom out and into the day. It's one of those days where It's cloudy, but the sun still peaks out just enough to send down warm rays of light. As you walk hand in hand, you see the way those very rays hit Dazai's side profile in the most devastating way.

You want to take a photo but you don't want to ruin the moment, so you quickly tip toe and peck him on the cheek, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks. He blinks for a few seconds, still facing forward, and you swear you can see the highs of his cheeks turn red. You end up tugging him to follow you to the park, smiling to yourself in triumph as he recovers.

You walk to a quiet part, and plop yourselves down next to each other on the soft grass. Still holding hands, you rub your thumb in circles over his bandaged fingers, silently looking up at the cloudy sky. Finally, Dazai is the one to break the silence.

"Love used to always be an empty four letter word to me, but you..."

He pauses for a moment, swallowing hard as he tries to feign composure.

"... You are, by far, my greatest love, and my most beloved weakness altogether."

You were supposed to be the one to sweep him off his feet today, now your vision is blurry and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. You slowly sit up, and look down at him, noticing that his eyes are closed. He looks like a sleeping beauty. Your chest aches, and you wonder if this is the same type of ache he lives with on the daily. You murmur, studying the way his messy bangs frame his face, and his expression unreadable.

"That's not fair, Osamu..."

"You sound so pretty when you say it like that... Osamu."

You swallow hard, and curse him in your mind for being the man that he is. For being all you've ever yearned for. You look down at your watch, and check the time, heart beating wildly.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

"... It's fifteen till 5."

"Mm, why does that matter?" Dazai purrs as he squeezes your hand, eyes still closed.

"It always matters. Any time with you matters. You matter, Osamu."

You spend the rest of the evening nuzzled into one another, whispering secrets and trying to name constellations and giggling when you can't figure them out. He lets you kiss him silly, his eyes closed the entire time while you also toy with his hair and the nape of his neck; where you smooth over the soft fabric of his bandages and his skin, giving him goosebumps. Your touch is a sensory heaven. He's dreaming of you while awake. You'll always wake him up from the nightmares, from what cannot be undone.

When it gets too cold to stay out, you head back home and cook him whatever he asks for as he rests his chin on his palm, gazing at you with those unreadable dark eyes... always thinking too much. Always somewhere else. This time, however, you could tell he was present. He would eat sewage if you poured it for him with that loving manner of yours. You finally crawl into bed together, and Dazai cradles your face in between his hands, facing you. He mumbles, so soft.. so tender. It's a tone only you get to hear.

"It really is selfish of me to think I can have this and more."

"Desire isn't bad, Osamu."

"Mm, no, I suppose not. But it's not always wise to have desire, not for someone like me. I can't afford that."

You hear the genuine ache in his voice, and you lean in to kiss his forehead, a gentle kiss that stays planted for a few seconds before you pull back.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing, love?~" He whispers, his voice a little strained as he looks at you with those eyes, those beautiful and endless orbs of cosmic proportions that are going to consume you one day. Hopefully.

"I think so. I'm being selfish."

You smile faintly, and you proceed to make sure that you end the night the way he deserves, the way you wanted to spoil him.

[dailygale]

Hi DailyGale! Thank you for this blog :D

Do you have any headcanons about our favourite sadboy wizard?

Hi Anon! Thank you for being so kind 💚!

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to reply, but I didn't want to disappoint so I've spent a bit of time thinking on this. Unfortunately I don't think I have all that many headcanons for Gale. Most of my headcanon brain space is spent on my Tavs, sorry to say, and most of my Gale headcanons are a biproduct of them. But I may have a few just for him, let's see lol.

He's below average height. This man's got short king energy and I love it for him. He uses mage hand to reach the books on the high shelves, though Tara's been a great help in that regard too.

An only child to a single mum, and a big mama's boy about it too

His hair is usually much shorter but he hasn't been keeping up on cutting it since he locked himself away in his tower and couldn't visit his barber. Same with his beard, which he used to shave daily.

He's demi

He's a giver, and acts of service is his love language but he's not completely altruistic about it. He likes to give in part because it makes him look good, and will make people like him more.

His first time being physically intimate with someone since the orb is...almost comically short. It's a hit to his pride but he pretends it's not.

He does not have a six-pack.

He's a big baby when he's sick. Not the chronic orb pain, he tries to downplay that for the sake of his own ego, but a regular old fashioned head cold will knock him out. He's very dramatic about it.

it's a fairly short list, I hope that's alright 😅 and I don't even know if all of these are strictly considered headcanons but. Ehh. I tried 🙃

[phantom-playdough]

Human!Bill Cipher x GN!Reader: What's Valentine's Day?

Side note for the sake of the story: Bill and the Pines family are on friendly terms in this timeline. Just pretend, okay!?

TW: SLIGHT Attempted Sexual Assault, NOT BY BILL.

I promised my viewers on my YouTube channel that I would do a Bill Cipher x reader story, and people have wanted me to write such for years. So, I might as well give the people what they want and incorporate Valentine's Day. Hope you guys enjoy!

Guide: (N/n) = Nickname (F/B/F) = Favorite breakfast food

~~~

Y/n woke up to a certain someone booping their nose lightly. They opened their eyes, not fond of the fact that they were being awoken from their sleep. Of course, their best friend Bill was crouching in front of their face, mere hairs away.

"What do you want, Bill?" Y/n asked, not commenting on how close he was.

"I got a question for ya, sweets." He said, a bored expression coming over his face.

Sweets?

Y/n sat up and rubbed their eyes. "Well, what is it?" They decided to indulge in this conversation even though they had just woken up. Despite the rude awakening, Y/n struggled with the concept of being mad at Bill for an extended period of time.

He was too cute for his own good, honestly...

Bill hopped onto Y/n's bed, making Y/n bounce in the air a little bit.

"I heard Wendy talkin' 'bout some Valentine's Day thing? What the heck is that?"

Y/n blinked at that. "You don't know what Valentine's Day is?"

Bill shrugged. "I haven't been in this realm for that long, Y/n. Besides, you humans have too many holidays for me to remember."

It was hard to argue that when Y/n thought about it. December was overwhelming for Bill and, by extension, them because he was so confused by all the various traditions and holidays around that time of year.

"Valentine's Day is about expressing your l-love for others." Y/n saw the way Bill's uncovered eye widen in surprise. So, they were quick to add, "But it doesn't have to be about romantic love. It can be expressing love for friends or family. A-Although it is mostly advertised by people to be about romantic love. You normally do all of this by giving people gifts."

Y/n kicked themself in the head mentally at the fact that they kept stuttering with their words. It was too early for this conversation.

Luckily, almost suspiciously, Bill seemed to be eager to drop the topic almost as fast as it was brought up.

"Welp! Thanks for telling me, Y/n! Ya wanna go get breakfast at the diner?" Y/n was about to answer verbally, but their stomach seemed eager to answer by growling very loudly.

Bill cackled, slapping his knee dramatically. "I'll take that as a 'yes'!" He then stood up and left for the door, but he looked back at Y/n right before leaving. A serious look was on his face that made Y/n's hands sweat.

"Just outta curiosity, Y/n, do you have anybody you're gonna give a Valentine's Day gift to?"

Y/n flushed at that and wiped their hands on their blanket. "Uh, I was kinda just planning to give some stuff to Stan, Ford, and Soos." It was easy to see the glare from Bill. "I don't know what I would get you, Bill! I don't know what in this dimension would be a good gift for you."

Bill's face softens up. "Relax, Y/n. I'm just playin'. But I could say the same for you, though."

"Don't worry about getting me anything, Bill. Save that energy for someone you really like." Y/n said, brushing off the idea and hiding their feelings in the process.

In all honesty, Y/n really wanted to get Bill something. But making something would be hard to do, especially because Valentine's Day was tomorrow. Buying him something would serve to be even more impossible! Only a few months ago, he came into this dimension as a human and turned a new leaf. He hasn't had much time to adjust to how things were here. So, Y/n didn't know what would even serve as a good gift for him! Let alone whether he would want a practical gift or a sentimental gift.

But the idea of Bill giving them something made them even more uneasy than the other way around. Plus, Y/n didn't even consider the idea of what if Bill liked them back. It was not likely in their eyes.

Bill noticed how Y/n's face dropped a little at their own words, but he decided for once to not blab too much. Instead, he said, "Whatever you say, N/n. I'll meet ya downstairs." Bill then left the room without waiting for a response.

Y/n felt a little sad that Bill didn't argue with them about what they said, but they figured he didn't feel anything romantic for them. They brushed the disappointment aside and went ahead and got dressed.

When they came downstairs, Y/n was puzzled to not see Bill anywhere in sight.

"Bill? Where are you?" They called out.

No response.

Right when Y/n was about to call out again, they were poked in the middle of their back. They yelped out in surprise and turned around to see a certain smug blonde smirking down at them.

"Shut up, will you?" Y/n snipped, despite Bill not saying anything.

Bill's smirk only grew at that. "It's not my fault you space out so much, N/n." He flicked their forehead playfully. "Come on, let's go get some of those waffle-cakes."

"Pancakes, Bill." Y/n corrected.

"They're almost the exact same thing, Y/n!" Bill defended dramatically, making Y/n roll their eyes.

So, after a 15-minute walk that involved debating about pancakes and waffles, Bill and Y/n made it to the diner. The pair walked in and ordered their food. Y/n had (F/B/F), and Bill had pancakes, waffles, and a giant milkshake. When Y/n questioned why he got the milkshake, he said that having a brain freeze was amusing to him.

Once the meal was done, Bill begged asked for Y/n to go with him to the movie theater to see some random romantic comedy. Y/n had tried to ask him why he wanted to see it. But he only said, "It's research, sweetheart."

Y/n blushed as red as a rose at being called 'sweetheart', so much so that they completely dropped the topic.

So, they bought two tickets for the romantic movie. However, Bill was also bugging them to buy a GIANT thing of popcorn.

"I don't even know if the two of us can finish that when we literally just ate, Bill."

"Come on, Y/n! The popcorn is one of the most important parts!"

"To what?"

"To my research! Come on, please?" Bill once again begged.

Not wanting to hold up the line behind them because of their bickering with Bill and also not being able to say no to him left Y/n no other choice but to buy the popcorn.

Once they both got into the theater, Bill pulled Y/n to the back row, and they sat down. After the previews, Y/n started getting hungry from the aroma of popcorn next to them. Bill kept the bucket of popcorn in between the two of them so both of them could eat from it.

However, Y/n noticed Bill had not made a move to start eating any of it. They were confused, but they were not about to let the money they spent get thrown into the movie theater trash can without a fight.

So, Y/n reached their hand in to grab a handful of popcorn. But right as they put their hand in the bucket, Bill had put his hand in. As a result, their hands end up brushing against one another. Startled, Y/n retracted their hand and muttered an apology. Bill didn't respond to it at all, which only served to make the whole thing both more awkward and suspicious.

Instead, he only took some popcorn and munched away. Y/n waited for a good three to four seconds and reached in again to grab some when Bill brushed his hand against theirs again!

One time could just be an innocent mistake. But twice? The odds of that happening twice didn't make sense to Y/n. But they still muttered an apology and were ABOUT to pull their hand away. However, Bill clearly had different plans.

He simply grabbed Y/n's hand and held it in his own. Y/n looked at him in surprise, but Bill was just looking straight ahead at the movie with a semi-bored expression while he rubbed circles on Y/n's hand as though it was the most NORMAL thing in this dimension.

But if he wasn't making a big deal about this, why should they?

At least, that's what Y/n thought. So, despite them blushing profusely, they didn't pull away. But Bill just HAD to speak right when the embarrassment was dying down.

"Do all you humans sweat so much when holding hands?" He didn't even take his gaze off the movie when he asked.

"S-sorry." Y/n apologized again and tried to pull their hand away. But Bill tightened his grip. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough to prevent them from slipping their hand out of his.

"It's fine, sweetheart." Bill spoke with a smirk, leaving Y/n a bright red, blushing mess.

After the movie, the pair almost killed the whole bucket of popcorn despite Bill refusing to let go of Y/n's hand.

The both of them exited the theater room when Y/n realized they forgot their phone at their seat. So they told Bill, "I'll be right back! Forgot my phone!" They didn't wait for him to respond as they rushed back in to grab it.

Y/n felt panic surge through them as they did not see their phone near their seat. But a guy who was cleaning up the row below clearly noticed Y/n's distressed face and said, "I take it this is yours?" Sure enough, he held up Y/n's phone.

"Oh, my God, yes! Thank you!" Y/n said, taking it from the guy.

"No problem. Uh, mind if I have your number?"

Y/n's face paled a little at the question. They didn't even know the guy's name, not seeing a name tag on him. They did NOT feel comfortable giving this random dude their number.

"O-oh, uh..." Luckily, the universe decided to bless Y/n with a savior at that moment. Right then and there, Bill walked over next to Y/n.

"I think they do mind, buddy." Bill spoke with venom. He appeared out of nowhere, practically. He must've come in when Y/n wasn't paying attention. But for once, they didn't mind him sneaking up on them.

The guy looked at Bill with a scowl. "Uh, who are you to be deciding that for them?"

Bill came closer to Y/n and put his hand around their waist, pulling them into him. But what Bill said next sent chills up Y/n's spine.

"They're off limits, kiddo. Turn around now before you see something you might regret..." The guy was spooked enough by Bill that he sped out of the room without a beat.

Once he was gone, Bill let a breath out through his nose he didn't know he was holding and turned to Y/n. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. You saved my skin there." They tried to laugh the whole thing off, but Bill clearly saw that Y/n was shaken up. He took their hand in his again and intertwined his fingers with theirs. The two of them stayed like that for a while when Y/n tried to change the subject.

"Is this a part of your research?"

"What?" Y/n squeezed his hand to specify what they meant. "Oh, haha, you could say that." Bill said as he squeezed back.

"Are you ready to head back to the Mystery Shack?"

Bill smirked and pulled Y/n outside. "Not quite. We got one last stop."

~~~

Eventually, Y/n and Bill were out in the woods. But by this point, it was dark out, and Y/n could hardly see anything in front of them. But Bill stayed ahead of them and assured them that this would all be worth it.

After a few more minutes of walking, the pair made it out to a small clearing in the trees. Bill let go of Y/n's hand and made a picnic blanket appear on the ground a few feet ahead of them. He sat down and gestured for Y/n to join him.

They did, and Bill pointed up at the sky. Y/n was blown away at what they saw.

A meteor shower.

"Ya know, they normally say to make a wish when you see a bunch of shooting stars, right Y/n?" Bill asked with a genuine smile.

"Yeah." They then closed their eyes and made a wish. When they opened their eyes, they noticed Bill looking at them.

"What'd you wish for?" He asked as if he really was curious.

"If I tell you, it won't come true."

"Oh, Y/n, you underestimate me." Bill said confidently.

Y/n looked down. "I wished that you and I would be friends forever." They said softly.

Bill's face immediately turned a bit sad at that. "Just friends?" He asked seriously.

"What?"

"Just friends?" Bill repeated, looking almost nervous.

Y/n blinked. First in confusion. Then realization. Then shock. "Bill, are you having a brain freeze or something?" They asked with a nervous laugh.

"No? Why?" Bill felt a little hurt at that comment. What made Y/n think that?

"Because there is no way you're serious right now. It's either that or you're pulling my leg."

"Come on, Y/n. Even I'm not that cruel. Not... anymore."

"Well, what else would make you ask me something like that?"

"You." Bill didn't skip a beat in replying. But he knew that Y/n was going to take the high road in this. Besides, if he was going to be rejected, he might as well go down swinging.

"I mean, I've only known you for a few months. But I've lived longer than you humans could comprehend, and I have never felt the way I have when I'm with you. The moments we have together are kinda simple, but I like it that way. You make the boring things humans do fun for me, and you've been patient with me while I try and learn about this dimension. I couldn't do all the fun stuff we do with anyone else in this town. You seemed so simple when I first met you. But you're even more strange than I am because of how you put up with me. What more could I ask for in--" Bill hesitated in the last words of that thought. "--in someone I love?"

Y/n struggled to take this all in. They weren't even totally sure if Bill could feel any attraction to someone in this dimension. But the speech he gave seemed very genuine, and it was clear he wasn't joking around at all.

Before Y/n could reply, Bill snapped his fingers and made a small golden necklace appear. There was a single golden triangle charm with the same grooves Bill had in his triangular form hanging from the chain. But instead of his one eye in the center like his demon form, there was a black, heart-shaped diamond.

"I'm not gonna force ya into anything you don't want, Y/n. But if you do feel the same, I want you to have this." Bill said, holding the necklace out for the taking.

Y/n didn't even need to ponder the offer. They knew their feelings for Bill. So, they took the necklace from him and put it on. Bill released a breath that he again didn't know he was holding.

"I wished for you to return my feelings." He muttered. Y/n laughed.

"You didn't need to wish for that. It's already true."

"So is your wish." Bill then wrapped an arm around Y/n, pulling them close to him.

"Happy Valentines Day, Bill Cipher." Y/n said before they leaned up and kissed him.

The End

[haine-kleine]

Revisiting the beginning of the Todoroki family arc is so wild after chapter 426

because virtually nothing had even changed.

Everything Natsuo points out here remains true. Enji still treats his broken family like a challenge to face head-on and overcome. Rei and Fuyumi are still kindly pretending nothing is wrong for the sake of keeping the family whole, not adressing their own feelings of hurt. Enji is still the one who decides how the family's future is going to look like, one-sidedly forcing his chosen way of "atonement" - he never actually asks Touya a single question, their entire interaction in the chapter 426 might as well be a monologue. Shouto is the only one who asked Touya a question and waited to get an answer. Enji never asks anyone if they are okay with him visiting Touya together with the rest of his family, neither does he ask Touya if he would be fine with his father coming to visit him every single day for the remaining rest of his life.

"From now on, I'm going to face my past and atone for everything I've done". He says this in chapter 192 but this quote might as well come from the chapter 426. He hasn't changed at all. His stubborn fight against his past mistakes prevents him from facing the actual victims of said mistakes - all he ever sees is himself.

The most curious development in chapter 426 however is Natsuo. Since the beginning, he was chosen as the speaking vessel of the family's conflict with Endeavour. He is the only one who voiced everything out loud to Enji's face, without skipping anything. He is the only one who challenged Enji, refused to accept his chosen way of atonement, didn't accept his "apology". Now, at the end of the family's story, he refused it for the final time. He cut off Enji and won't let him into his life anymore. Looking at this event from the point of the purpose given to Natsuo's character, this means Enji's utter failure. The one family member who didn't accept his efforts from the very start, who didn't forgive him already before he even thought about apologizing, the one who wasn't tied to him by his quirk and the eugenics purpose Enji had given him against his will. The only one who had the full independent freedom to accept or reject Enji's atonement, based only on his actions.

And he had refused him. Natsuo started the Hellish Torodoki Family arc struggling to accept Enji's atonement. And he ended the Hellish part of their family's life rejecting Enji for the final time. For Enji's character arc, namely, for his atonement, this means full and utter failure.

[lazyalani]

| William James Moriarty × [F!Reader]

| Into your arms

| angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, non canon mission, will's students are such sweethearts, they love him, angst with a happy ending, just feels, so much feels, like one swear word

| Summary: In which William's lover waits for him to come back after leaving for a mission without telling her it'll be a long one.

| Yuukoku no Moriarty Masterlist

| Main Masterlist

i'm out of my head

2 weeks.

It been exactly two weeks since you've last kissed your fiancee. Two since you've hugged him. Two weeks since you said 'I love you'. And two weeks since you've last seen him. Or his family.

You knew he wasn't just a professor. You knew his family weren't just normal nobles. You knew they were doing something behind the curtains, you didn't know what it was, you knew it was shady but you certainly didn't care.

Because you trust him.

You trust him enough to let him go missing for half a day doing god knows what. You trust him enough to pretend to be deaf when you hear them talking about things. You trust him enough to believe his words and stay clueless until he decides it's safe for you to know. You trust him enough to believe he'd keep you safe. You trust him enough to turn a blind eye to those blood that were certainly not theirs.

You trust him enough to stay out of their business.

But disappearing for two weeks? That was a new record. And it isn't a good one.

out of my mind,

You trust him with everything but disappearing for a week or two without a word, a trace, even a note, is out of the question.

The first two days were fine as it is. You were used to it. As long as he came back on the third day and you would spend time with each other like nothing happened it was fine. Until he didn't show up the next day. And the day after that. And then the day after. Then the next. And before you knew it, your fiancee, along with his family and friends, had gone missing for two weeks.

Scotland yard had been trying to trace them for a week. No, you hand't been the one to inform them. You didn't know what they were doing but you certainly suspect it was illegal, and you weren't stupid enough to get the yard on their tails and ruin whatever they were doing.

But William's students on the other had, claimed their professor hasn't come to the university for a week and decided to visit his house only to find it empty. And them being William's students, learning god knows what besides math, had asked vendors, shops, and houses that trailed towards the Moriarty Manod if they had seen their professor, to which none replied yes. So they had reported it to the yard.

Ofcourse, you, being his lover, were also questioned.

oh, i

Ofcourse, you feigned cluelessness, saying he had told you that they'd gone to a business trip, requiring them to be gone for a few days, and thought they had just extended or had an emergency as reason why they aren't back yet.

It made the yard back down for a bit, with a little help from Cheif Patterson, who you had seen a few times before, knowing he was involved with whatever your fiancee had. But when a day passed, even the Cheif could not get them down from the tons of requests from the university, students and professors alike, to find their professor. Well, William had surely made a great impression. As he always does.

The students had brought you gifts and visits, comforting you from the missing case of your fiancee. While you feigned being clueless, your distraught, concern, and broken heart hadn't been fake. While you were fine remaining clueless to what they have been doing and continue to do, it was tiring to have to worry everyday without an explanation.

if you let me i'd be

To worry if he's fine. To worry if he's injured. To worry if those blood are theirs. To worry if they had been caught. To worry of he had found another. To worry if he just made you his lover for the sake of not getting suspicions. To think so deep about everything because of everything.

To worry if he'd still come back alive.

out of my dress, and

So, you let yourself cry to your thoughts everynight. It was your only way of coping, besides seeing him smile and hearing his sweet words. And tonight was no exception.

You lean on your couch, rubbing your forehead, trying to sooth your headache with the tea he had gifted you from a trip. Letting a few tears fall. You knew it wouldn't help to sooth your headache, but you couldn't help it. Staring at the lit up candle beside you, the only source of light in this time of the night.

That candle reminded you of him. A kind of yellow with a tinge of orangey-red. A calm flame that could destroy everything around it when let loose and without eyes looking after it.

You wonder if you had let yourself burn to him.

into your arms tonight

But then again, he wouldn't let you burn. Hence, why he had you remain clueless and unknowing of what was truly happening behind those sweet smiles and happy family gatherings. You wonder if he thinks himself of selfish, keeping you despite knowing the dangers of being with you. But you didn't mind.

You didn't mind him being selfish. You didn't mind him keeping you. But still, it's tiring, exhausting, to let your heart race and almost feel it explose from worry. To let your eyes burn with tears everytime he's been gone for more than half a day only to return with blood. Despite the blood not being his, the thought of it being someone else's and William getting caught didn't help ease your fears.

Perhaps you did let yourself burn.

The continous death of the nobles synching with your lover's disappearances and the blood on his cloak, on his blade, on his gloves, on his face, you had decided to turn a blind eye.

You had fallen low, continuing to trust him despite all the blood on his hands, on his family's name, but it was William, wasn't it? The reassuring gazes and words he has left you had you assured everything was fine, that everything was for the best, that was the only thing he had left you, anyway.

It was better than nothing.

i'm lost without it

Better than staying the all and nothing fiancee who had everything except her lover's honest words from behind the curtains. It wasn't a big knowledge, it almost didn't help, but it was something. So you take it.

But it still didn't help the ache on your head, it didn't help the tears that continue to fall down from your eyes.

You just wanted him back to you. You just want to feel him in your arms again. You just just to feel his loving gaze. To hear his sweet and wise words. To feels his arms encase around you. To feel his lips on your skin.

Oh, the poor fiancee, always waiting.

it feels like i'm always waiting,

Knocks on your door resounded through your manor. You didn't know why, but it made your heart race.

You wiped the tears on your face and forced yourself to stand up and move towards the door.

You opened the door, looking down on the ground. It was disrespectful, but you couldn't let anyone see the pathetic state you were in. "How may I help you?" You winced at the sound of your voice, raspy, broken, cracked.

The person infront of you didn't answer, so you grimaced and rubbed your temples, closing your eyes, looking up, letting the person see your disheveled and pathetic state. And letting them know it wasn't a good time to receive pranks or bad news.

"What brings you here?" The person still did not answer, testing your patience. Your temper was fading, getting short from everything.

"Please just--" You couldn't finish your words, suddenly feeling lightheaded as you felt yourself fall forward.

The person infront of you catched you in their arms, and that's when you only smelt the familiar cologne.

Your eyes flew open at the familiar smell, swelling up with tears again. You forced yourself to look up despite feeling the pain in your head soreading everywhere.

"W-Will--"

Your fiancee carried you in his arms, lifting the back of your knees to his left hand and supporting your shoulders with the other.

i need you to come get me

You bursted out crying again, worsening the pain, but you couldn't care less. He was back.

Your lover is finally back.

He's here. Holding you in his arms, holding you close.

He closes the door with his shoulders and locks it with his elbow, carrying you upstairs and tucking you to your bed.

You reached up to him, lifting up your hand. "W-William..." You were asking him to get in bed with you.

He takes of his cloak and gloves, revealing the commoner clothes he was wearing. Rugged, almost dirty, but it was not the time to care. Infact, when it's him, you can't seem to care about anhthing else.

out of my dress, and

He places his hand on your forehead. "You have a fever, love." The first time you hear his voice in what feels like years.

It doesn't help again, you cried harder, hearing that soothing, gentle voice and sickly sweet nickname of his.

"You're here, you're back, you're finally back-- I--"

He kisses your forehead. "Yes, darling, I'm here, I'm here. Please, take a rest."

"Can you hold me, please?"

"Ofcourse." Always. He wants to add, but he, like you, was also desperate to hold you.

He gets in bed with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms and letting you tuck your head on his chest. He knows crying would only make you feel worse, but just this time, he lets you, for a moment.

into your arms tonight

You cry in his arms for what seems to be forever, until he takes your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumb and kissing your eyes, your forehead, your lips, your cheeks, your face, while whispering countless apologies.

"I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to disappear so suddenly and make you worry like that." The concerned and apologizing gaze in his eyes matched his apologies.

You stopped crying but continued to sobbed. "You-- you bastard, why would you..."

He tries to stiffle his chuckle, kissing your eye as an apology. "I'm really sorry, love. I swear on my family's honor, this will never happen again."

"Do you know how worried I was? Do you know what I went through, thinking what ifs? What if you got injured or bruised or caught or something or what if you di-- what if something bad had happened to you?" You couldn't even say it, afraid of jinxing it.

You continued to ramble on as he watched you with an apologetic and regretting gaze.

He raises your face towards his lips and kisses it tenderly, with so much care, so much gentleness, so much love.

And then finally, he says the words you've always been waiting for. It sets your mind calm, it sets your heart free.

And it lets you love him to the deepest part of both of you.

"Everything will be explained tomorrow. We will tell you everything, my love. So for now, please get well and rest. I cannot bear to see you like this." A smile stretches on his face when your frown disappeares and your face visibly gentles.

Because you'll let yourself burn if it means loving him.

tonight

[tangledbea]

In No Time Like The Past, if Rapunzel went ten years into the future instead, what do you think that would look like?

Ooh, interesting question!

First, if we're following the same rules as going back into the past, she'd need to inhabit a body, and where would be the fun in having her inhabit her own? So let's send her into the future and have her be...

HOOK HAND (as suggested by my sister when I put her on the spot XD)

In ten years' time, not only are Rapunzel and Eugene married, they've got (going by my personal headcanons) three kids: their adopted older kid and their twins, who (for the sake of this let's pretend) are still babies, making the adopted older kid 11 or 12. Eugene hasn't been Captain of the Guard for several years now, but serves as Rapunzel's closest advisor. Maximus is Captain now.

And speaking of Rapunzel and advisors, she's being trained to take over for her parents, who are ready to retire (they don't want to rule until they die, and why should they?). She has started implementing her ideas to educate orphans (and anyone else who wishes to attend non-mandatory school) so that they have a better chance at life than becoming thieves or dying. It's not in full operation, yet, but it's getting there, and they're already seeing results. The palace library is now open to the public.

Eugene spends a month and a half at a time, once or twice a year, in the Dark Kingdom, helping them to get back on their feet, still. (Though he might skip a few years, since he's a new father.) A Kingdom, after all, takes a long time to get established.

Rapunzel's parents spend a lot of time doting on their grandchildren.

Varian is well-established as the Royal Engineer, and has been making stable improvements all over Corona. Everyone has hot running water now. A cable car system has been implemented to help people get up and down that hill.

Lance has moved back into the city proper and is genuinely established as the head chef at the Snuggly Duckling now. The girls are all grown up and don't really want to live with their dad anymore, but they visit him regularly (and vice versa). The Snuggly Duckling is starting to get a name for itself as a good place to get food and have a good time. The Pub Thugs are a little disappointed that it's not their slovenly hangout anymore, so once a month, they have Thugs' Night, and if you show up you have to be ready to be surly and potentially brawl.

Cap now has a small ranch where he trains young horses to be ready to be in the royal guard. It's not a government position, but he's the first person they go to when they're looking to get a new one.

Corona is, over all, in a state of transition. Some things look and feel the same as ten years ago, but there's a lot of change going on at the same time.

[bcbdrums]

"now the anime i felt diminished Soul's character in the second half... that's another topic though, haha."

What do you mean, his character was diminished?

Hello! Sorry it took me so long to answer!! Spoilers ahead for anyone who hasn't seen the whole show.

Let me approach this a different way... We know the running joke about Tsubaki, that after the Masamune arc she gets no character development. Her lines are just screaming Black Star's name, and that's about it for her.

That's how it feels for Soul after Crona shows up. Except with him it's just...silent brooding and watching his meister put all her focus onto someone else. The meister/weapon relationship that seems like it's kinda supposed to be the whole point of the show...? We don't get much of that for Soul and Maka anymore until the finale. And then it feels just kinda...forced in at the last moment, since we haven't gotten much of that.

He's not the only one whose arc gets skewed, and a good lot of that is due to the anime ending so abruptly and not getting to tell a fuller story. It needed at least ten more episodes in my opinion, whether it followed the manga or not... It just ended too fast.

But Soul specifically got supplanted by Crona, and it makes no sense to me. To have his relationship with Maka just...set aside entirely. Or rather, the issue is that they tried to pretend it wasn't. They tried to pretend all was well, and then bring it back at the very end as if things have been fine the entire time. But no.....no they haven't been.

For some idk like fifteen episodes or so? The only glimpses of Soul are him brooding, pining, trying to be himself toward Maka, being a good friend and weapon, but Maka only has eyes for Crona. Even at their apartment her only thoughts are for Crona, even telling Soul to leave her alone one time. She puts this wall between them and doesn't even know she's doing it, and Soul... His devotion to her never changes.

And... He never gets resolution with Crona for himself. So Maka just...forgave Crona I guess for almost killing Soul? Remember that huge giant plot point that started back in episode 7? That started the entire black blood thing? We never see or hear them talk about it but I guess Maka just....let it go, after purifying Crona? Which makes NO sense but okay I guess. But what about Soul... So since Maka decided to forget about Crona almost killing him, Soul is supposed to just forget too? Since his meister has decided to obsess over this poor mixed up kid who desperately needs professional help NOT a friendship that's doomed to unhealthiness due to the kid's issues, and Soul's supposed to just...be cool with it?

I was really glad that Kid brought it up that one time at the courts, even if it was just for a moment. At least somebody remembered what Soul went through. But it should have been his meister.

So yeah it's just...messed up. In summary.... Soul gets ignored second half of the show till a last-minute dramatic thing in the finale, but it feels out of place since Maka has ignored him for who knows how many episodes except to tell him to leave her alone. Soul has remained devoted and loyal. Soul's devotion to her has him repeatedly use the black blood for the sake of all of them, risking himself. And Maka just forgot I guess about her "new project" or whatever almost killing her weapon. And Soul just gotta deal with....all of that. Deal with what looks like the slow losing of his meister.

Yeah. That's what I meant by Soul being diminished... Everything about him was just kinda forgotten except what he could do for the rest of them.

Gonna take a left-turn here and compare Maka to her father again... Wonder if this is what Stein felt like watching his weapon go off with someone else, slowly losing him to some new, interesting person for whatever reason...

Yeah Maka, your weapon deserved better from you.

All that said? Oh I still ship it. I can be annoyed as heck with canon and still use it, lol.

[earlgreytea68]

hi egt

what fob songs scream hiatus to you?

i need to experience emotional ruin real quick

God, there are so many, like, basically allll of Save Rock and Roll feels like them working through the hiatus together (not least because of how it has a higher percentage of Patrick lyrics than usual, probably because of him coming off his solo work). But the hiatus loomed so large for them as this nuclear blast in their relationship, it seems to bleed all through Pete's words (and hence their songs) for years afterward.

And it actually even starts before the hiatus, with the "What a Catch, Donnie" music video, which is the most hiatus-y thing to ever hiatus, Pete going down with his ship while he sends everyone else away to party without him. IT'S ALL SO SYMBOLIC.

And then to title a song on the first Believers Never Die album "From Now On, We Are Enemies." WHAT THE HELL hahahahaha WHAT A CHOICE, PETE WENTZ. (a downward spiral, just a pirouette and I only what what I can't have -- wanting what you can't have is a total hiatus theme for me that shows up a bunch in Pete's lyrics. I have not done an empirical analysis to see if it's a more prevalent theme after the hiatus or not.)

"The Phoenix" has obvious symbolism for their life as a band, raising their career from the ashes, changing themselves up like a remix, wearing their vintage of misery better than everyone else. Also, I love the imagery it has of peace, the "release the doves, surrender love" bit. Waving the white flag and putting down your weapons (in contrast to put on your war paint). But I've always kind of felt like surrender love is one of Pete's deliberate ambiguities: It could be "surrender your love" but it could also be "surrender, love." And Pete doesn't often use "love" as a term of endearment in his lyrics but he called Patrick "love" on stage not too long ago, so, you know, it seems not too outside the realm of possibility to think that these are really lines about reconciliation. It feels like time is running out, so let's surrender and hold tight.

Then there's "Alone Together": I'm outside the door, invite me in so we can go back and play pretend. The image of playing pretend / make-believe with someone also recurs in Pete's poetry, and it's something else I always read as Patrick-coded. Who did he used to "pretend" with for the sake of the shippers? And, of course, starting at the end of the road to ruin sounds like people who have burned everything down but are finding their way back.

I wrote a whole fic about "Where Did the Party Go" :-)

What is there to say about "Miss Missing You" that hasn't already been said? The infamous "hot whiskey eyes" line that honestly can only be about Pete Wentz lol. The imagery of the person you'd take a bullet for being behind the trigger: they have both at separate points in time proclaimed their readiness to take a bullet for the other. The fact that Pete wrote in a poem once before the hiatus I miss you missing me, and this song is I miss missing you. Like, everyone just die over this song.

To me "The Kids Aren't Alright" is a hiatus song in that it's about surviving the hiatus, coming through it, reversing the curse, it's our time now if you want it to be, in the end, I'd do it all again, I think you're my best friend.

"Fourth of July" is another hiatus song for me, the reference to the burned bridges being the light that leads you home is just so hiatus-y. Also, the torture of small talk with someone you used to love just smacks of the hiatus, of how they stopped talking to each other, of how they knew so little about each other and had to start over. This is more wanting what you can't have, too: my favorite what-if, my best I'll-never-know. I said I'd never miss you. I wish I'd known how much you loved me. It's so much, this song lol

Twin Skeleton's: ouch. This song is so painful. This song scrapes over your skin like sandpaper. This song is so angry and bitter. This song is I need a new partner in crime and you shrug. oh my GOD that line kills me every single time. That one and the way Patrick snarls, I could just die laughing on your spiral of shame. This is an angry song, but the anger is born of a depth of emotion and it ends with Patrick promising hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on over and over, and that's what makes it extra-hiatus to me, like, hold on, it all gets better, I'm coming back, hold on, hold on, hold on...

I find the hiatus infects their songs less and less the farther they get away from it, which is good. It's healing. As we've discussed, they've almost forgotten the whole thing even happened, it's been blurred over by the sands of time.

[fantastic-bby]

War With Heaven

Pairing: Reader x Seonghwa

Word count: 1.2k

Genre: Romance | Kinda forbidden love | Angel!Reader | Demon!Seonghwa

When Seonghwa would fight the heavens just for you, you realise that you would, too

Warnings: -

A/n: This hasn't been proofread, but it's also been in the works for a while and I really just wanna get this idea out there, so please excuse any mistakes.

Masterlist

“Dude, come on,” Wooyoung scoffs and smacks his arm with the back of his hand. “You can’t be hung up on them forever.”

The man ignores him, dark red eyes completely glued to you as he watches from the distance.

“Hwa,” he calls out more sternly. 

“Shut up,” Seonghwa snaps without even turning to look at Wooyoung, too busy watching the way you laugh with your friends just as you exit the restaurant. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“What do you expect is gonna happen if you just keep staring at (Y/n)? The Heavens just magically let you date them?” Wooyoung snorts. 

“I would fight the Heavens for them,” he mumbles. 

“Oh, please,” he rolls his eyes in response. “I’m leaving. I promised Yeosang I’d meet him in five minutes and I’m not going to waste my time waiting for you to leave.” 

Seonghwa ignores Wooyoung even when he lets out another audible scoff before the demon disappears, leaving him to his own company as he continues to watch you from a distance. 

You were one of the few angels that actually enjoyed being on Earth, living life as though you were a human. When you had first met centuries before, Seonghwa found it only a little bit odd that you enjoyed it, but you explained that there was a certain kind of charm to the act of living. And since you’re both immortal, pretending to be a human just seemed to feel right for you. 

It also gave you the chance to guard over your friends while being able to physically hangout with them. 

There’s a moment where Seonghwa knows that Wooyoung’s right, but he really doesn’t give two shits about what anyone else says about you. Sure, you’re an angel and he’s a demon—the only barrier between you two—but he knows that you must have some love left over from when you were dating all those years ago. 

Seonghwa thinks that the time you two spent together was the most peaceful time that he has ever had throughout his entire existence. You brought a sense of peace and tranquillity that he wouldn’t have been able to achieve living a life as a demon. 

But as much as you both love each other, there’s nothing that the two of you seemed to be able to do when the Heavens had discovered your courting with Seonghwa. 

For the sake of your pure and pristine wings, you begged him to not do anything. 

However, as the years have passed, Seonghwa realised that he would, quite literally, fight the Heavens for you. As dramatic as it sounds, he feels like he’s dying without you, and Seonghwa doesn’t think he can last even another two years without being able to hold you. 

Which leads him to his current situation: 

Standing at the edge of a rooftop with his wings folded behind him, eyes still fixated on you as you bid your friends goodbye. Seonghwa tilts his head slightly before stepping off of the building entirely, his body falling down towards the ground only for his wings to catch his fall and gently set him down—

Right in front of you.

You stare at him almost knowingly, swallowing the lump in your throat that formed the moment you knew he was in the area. 

“(Y/n),” Seonghwa greets. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask softly. 

“I’m here to ask for your hand once again.” 

You purse your lips together, chest constricting, as you stare at him. Your entire body feels tense and you know it’s because you’ve been pondering the idea for quite a while already. 

But giving up your wings would mean giving up everything. 

“We’ve talked about this,” you state, walking past him. 

Seonghwa all but disappears into a mist and reappears right in front of you once again.

“And I’ve asked you about this,” he nods. “I will ask for your hand forever, (Y/n). It’s cruel that the Heavens had made us perfect for each other while keeping us completely separated.” 

“They do what they wish,” you sigh, but don’t make another attempt to walk away from him. 

“You already knew from the beginning that I would do anything to keep you by my side and I’m going to keep on doing that until it happens. I would go to war with heaven for you, my love,” Seonghwa confesses softly as he takes a step closer to you, gauging your reaction. When you don’t seem to back away or show any sort of displeasure, he takes your hands in his and brings them to his lips, where he presses a kiss to your knuckles. 

“I-I’d have to leave everything, Hwa,” you say, voice a whisper, your eyes sticking to the ground. 

“I would give you everything. I’ll make sure you stay in contact with your friends—I’ll make sure that you get to stay on Earth—I’ll do anything. I’m quite high up in the underworld and I can pull some strings,” Seonghwa insists. 

You finally look him in the eyes, heart melting when you finally see the pure love and adoration that fills the scarlet of his eyes. Seonghwa looks at you as though he’s in pain he’s never felt before, but you know that he’s also filled with so much love that he could truly burst right here, right now. 

“I’ll tear down Heaven if it means being with you. I’ll go against anything and everything if it means I get to spend eternity with you.”

Your eyes close in defeat. The only way that you could be with Seonghwa is if you were to give up your wings because no one can be turned into an angel. The Heavens are strict on their angels, and they’ve only ever thrown out angels—they’ve never let them in. 

But you wonder, really, with the centuries that you’ve been sentient, you think that the eternity you’ll spend with Seonghwa could never actually compare to what you’ve already ‘lived’. 

And you also wonder how long you’ve been thinking about it rather than actually wanting it. 

Because you’re pretty certain that Seonghwa became everything to you the day that he had brought you to the middle of the forest where you spent the entire day with nature. In the eyes of an angel, it was such a simple sight, but to you; who’s always wanted to actually live—you don’t think that he could’ve brought you to a place more perfect than that. 

But that’s also what you loved so much about him:

Seonghwa saw the beauty in life that you’ve felt you had only seen. Even though it was somewhat of a learning curve for the demon, he still went out of his way to search for places that he knew you would love purely out of how alive it was. And you both know that you’ll never get the chance of actually being alive, but living on Earth was about the closest you could get. 

And as you bite the inside of your cheek, you realise that you don’t think you’ll miss the Heavens as much as you thought you would; your love seems to overpower everything else as Seonghwa stands in front of you, awaiting your answer. If anything, you’re as enraged as he is that they’re the reason you can’t be together. So, you’re certain that you wouldn’t be that upset being away for the rest of time.

So, you let out a long breath before you nod, cupping Seonghwa’s face in your hands. You smile widely and press a kiss to his lips, letting your touch linger before you pull away just enough to whisper.

“Let’s do it.” 

[hotasfahrenheit]

Challenge: Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite.

@poetry-protest-pornography tagged me so let's do this!

everyone is gettin' real mean with their forcing decision making so here's my bunch of ql picks:

yeah have fun with these choices!

i'm genuinely loving seeing everyone put each other through this nonsense and i'm voting in every poll that pops up on my dash whether i know y'all or not so please feel free to have an opinion over here too 🤣

uhhhhhhhh who i have i not seen tagged yet or who hasn't posted this from my (relatively small) mutuals list? let's seeeeee how about @callipigio, @babetanatat, @raikantop, @writerwithoutsound and @pandasmagorica with absolutely no pressure to actually do this if you don't wanna or don't have time or brain for it 💖 or do it if you're someone else and you see this! pretend i tagged you! or someone else did! the internet is all made up anyway!

[rj-anderson]

SPOILERS for Ep 8 of The Midnight Romance in Hagwon

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry to all the people who swooned over King the Land or whatever but this is what romance looks like. 💅🏻

Seriously, I cannot think when I've seen a romance plot that was so well written and acted that I felt like I was watching real people falling in love instead of paid actors following a script, but wow. Ep 7 was agonizing to watch with Hye Jin trying desperately to hang on to the past and pretend that kiss in the office didn't happen, but Ep 8 was everything I wanted while still managing to feel realistic and true to the characters.

I love Hye Jin's friendship with her lawyer bestie, and her bestie's wonderfully healthy and candid relationship with her husband (how often do we see a really good marriage in dramas, where it seems like they're best friends as well as lovers even after years together? It's so refreshing). I don't normally enjoy scenes where the characters get drunk and make fools of themselves (and there is way too much drinking in kdramas all around) but in this case it was clearly the only way Hye Jin was going to be able to open up and confess her true feelings for Joon Ho and her own complicated feelings about romance. I'm so glad we didn't get a drunken makeout session either, despite the obvious temptation ("Good job, Joon Ho" indeed). It made the real, sober kiss the next morning so much better.

I also love how Ms. Nam has grown so believably from a potential rival and backstabber into a genuinely trustworthy friend to both Hye Jin and Joon Ho, and hasn't shown even a speck of jealousy or pettiness over their romance. That too feels right and real, instead of her constantly needling Hye Jin and trying to undermine her for drama's sake. And she was so cute hugging her new iPad. <3

I know some viewers will never enjoy MRiH because it's so slow and subdued compared to other dramas, there's such a strong focus on the hagwon angle, and the foundation for the romance was so painstakingly built that for a while it felt like it might never happen, or that it would be weak and unsatisfying even when it did. But now we're finally there--

Well. I don't want to be premature, and goodness knows I've been let down before. But I think this show might end up making it into my top five kdramas ever.