#but who knows if I find anymore funny posts between now and then

[touchoffleece]

A collection of hashtags from the Sulemio vs Destiel event that tickled my funny bone (pt 1)

As I said I would @runningheadless part 1 of the post I refered to. I plan to share part 2 (which will be less laughing at posts and feelgood posts I found while scrolling the g witch and sulemio tag) as a wrap up since the poll happens to end on Suletta/Sulemio Sunday(s) tomorrow.

[a-hazbin-reader]

love the chaotic-ness of platonic alastor and reader of your posts!! the way you write him is more canon compliant but that makes it even more GREAT. can i req platonic alastor (+maybe rosie as a trio?) with overlord!reader. they just talk shit about the Vees and stuff lmao and do it openly on his radio show. hang out at rosie’s. maybe alastor gets reader to support the hotel too and everyone’s to alastor is like THEM?? You know THEM??? alastor’s like yeah lol we blow stuff up every tuesday and broadcast it where you at

OVERLORD PODCAST OVERLORD PODCAST OVERLORD PODCAST-

Alastor X Reader X Rosie Headcanons

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Alastor and Rosie cannibalism

Description: 👆⬆️

The three of you are very busy demons who have demanding jobs so getting together doesn't happen as often as you'd like

But when you get together??? It's almost like you're all a bunch of gossiping old women instead of powerful deadly overlords

Rosie brings the snacks(bring your own if you don't want people meat), Alastor provides the venue, and you pick the topic of discussion

The first podcast was entirely an accident, Alastor forgetting he was on air when you and Rosie suddenly burst in

ALASTOR YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED

He gets so sucked into what you're saying that he forgets about his radio show and everything the three of you are saying is being broadcast live

But a lot of people are tuning into it??? Like everyone is so entertained by the three of you and your conversation

Once you three realize what happened then you all agree that this must become a weekly occurrence

Even the other overlords listen in on it every once in a while, finding it hilarious

Vox is absolutely livid because he's being IGNORED, why is nobody watching tv anymore???

He tries to get you and Rosie on his show instead but the two of you don't even take the offer seriously

The chemistry would be all off without Alastor's sparkling humor anyways

Which makes him throw a huge tantrum that becomes the next topic between the three of you

Y'all are just trashing this man at this point

It's his own fault for providing you three with so much ammo

But nobody is safe

It's just a fun little gossip podcast that somehow blows up and turns into this gigantic thing

But it gives you three an excuse to hang out

Whenever the conversation starts to drift towards the hotel you try to stay out of it for your own reasons

And it does always go back to the hotel, Alastor is running a business afterall

Alastor slowly starts to warm you up to the idea of his hotel, whatever your motivations are or if you believe in it

Rosie also encourages you to at least humor him and go see it

Easy for you say, he's not pressuring YOU

So you give in one day, accompanying Alastor to the hotel

Huh, Alastor wasn't joking when he said that Lucifer's daughter was his partner 🤔

You're not entirely surprised when you see the shocked looks everyone gives Alastor when they see you

WTF ALASTOR WHEN YOU SAID Y/N WAS COMING I DIDN'T THINK YOU MEANT Y/N THE OVERLORD

Who else would it have been, Vaggie???

Everyone nervously watches you and Alastor interact, it's two extremely powerful beings in one hotel

Except for Niffty, she greats you like an old friend, climbing all over you and making maniacal noises

Husk and Niffty are the only ones not surprised by your friendship, knowing that you and Alastor are good friends

They fill the others in on your relationship when they think you two aren't listening

It's almost funny hearing it come from someone else, you had nearly forgotten how you two met

"That's right..! I DID try to kill you! That's so funny!"

"Isn't it? And I do believe I nearly bit your hand clean off!"

You two are fucking deranged

You have a better understanding of why Alastor wants so much support for this hotel now

And you're a little surprised that Charlie seems to believe so genuinely in the idea of redeeming a soul

Regardless of if you're sold in the idea or not, you agree to support the hotel for Alastor

But now you're going to rope Rosie in with you too, if you're gonna go down then the three of you are going down together

But that's unlikely to happen, Alastor wouldn't lead you guys into a death trap

He's never steered you wrong before

This was so fun to write!!

[supernovafics]

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k words

summary: in which it’s hard to see eddie with anyone who isn't you

warnings: friends to lovers to friends again (kinda), explicit language, alcohol consumption, very brief mention of weed, pining, angst

author’s note: this is fully inspired by the song "new love" by girl in red. enjoy<333

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“She’s right over there. Should I do it?”

“Yeah, go for it.”

Eddie nodded at your words and then he was standing up from the long patio chair that you, him, and Robin had been occupying for the past thirty minutes, and heading over to where his newest crush stood with a few of her friends. 

Robin let out a laugh. “I don’t get it.”

You turned your head to look at her. “What?”

“How you guys can still be friends right now. You only broke up like two months ago.” 

Making the promise to stay friends post-breakup was the only thing that made the breakup feel a thousand times less terrible. And it sounded easy enough— you and Eddie were simply just going to go back to how things were before you started dating.

“We’re better off as friends,” He had said to you that random Wednesday night back in January and you nodded understandingly. It was amicable and mutual, and eventually— maybe, hopefully— the barely five-month relationship would be a funny little story to reminisce about with each other years down the line.  

You took a long sip from the red cup in your hand and then shrugged at Robin’s words. “I don’t know. This just works somehow. It’s better.” 

You had been telling yourself that lie a lot lately— maybe almost too much. But, it was easier to pretend that that lie was the truth and that everything was fine, instead of thinking that maybe you made a mistake that night when you found yourself agreeing with Eddie and let things end between the two of you. 

“No offense, but so weird,” Robin said with a shake of her head. “So, who’s this new girl he’s into anyway?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

Eddie had told you a lot about her— how she saw one of his band’s shows recently with a few friends and how she kinda ran in the same-ish circles— but most of what he said about her went in one ear and out the other. Hearing him ramble on and on about a new crush hurt more than you thought it would. Even more than when you two were actually just friends and you were harboring what felt like a hopeless crush on him for years before finally admitting it.

Breaking up was supposed to save you both from more heartbreak in the long run, but most of the time it felt like it was only making things worse. Sometimes you wondered if Eddie felt the same way— if he regretted it as much as you did. 

It was almost too obvious that he didn’t, though, because he didn’t waste a second moving on. 

New girl, new crush, new love. All of which wasn’t you anymore. 

You looked away from where he stood next to the girl— you were only fifty percent sure her name was Ally. She was happily laughing at whatever Eddie had just said to her, and he was smiling widely. 

“I’m gonna go inside and attempt to find the bathroom,” You told Robin before downing the rest of what was in your cup and placing it on the ground, and then standing up.  

She looked up at you. “Want some help?” 

“No, it’s okay,” You shook your head. “I’ll be right back.” 

You kept your eyes down and away from Eddie as you walked into the house, a place that was way too small to have this many people in it. The inside was packed to the brim with a bunch of unfamiliar faces, and that was the main reason why you, Robin, and Eddie immediately retreated to the backyard once the three of you showed up. The only reason you all knew about the party was because of a friend of a friend of someone that Eddie met at The Hideout a few weeks ago.

You maneuvered through the throngs of dancing people and groups of friends talking loudly over the blasting music and headed up the stairs, hoping that it would be a bit more calm. 

The universe must have been somewhat on your side because you found the bathroom on your first try. You didn’t even need to use it, you just wanted a moment of quiet. And even though you could hear the muffled sounds of the song playing downstairs through the shut door, it was still good enough.

You leaned back against the sink and let out a long breath. 

It was hard not to think about Eddie with Ally and how happy they looked, even though it was only one of their first few conversations. All you wanted to do was take her place. All you wanted was for him to want you like that again. 

It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, this complicated. Being just friends again was supposed to be the best thing to do, and you now wanted to bitterly laugh at yourself for stupidly believing that thought two months ago. Most of the time, that night played back on what felt like a continuous loop in your head. You kept wondering if you should’ve done things differently; if you should’ve, maybe, fought harder to keep what you two had. 

“I don’t think we should do this anymore.”

You had immediately laughed at Eddie’s soft-spoken words, thinking that he was joking, but when he didn’t join in, you were furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “What?”

“This just doesn’t make sense, y’know? We’re graduating soon, and then we’re gonna be going in completely different directions. You’re leaving Hawkins, and I already know that I’m gonna be stuck here.”

You were quiet because you had no idea how to respond to that. Maybe it was only half-right— yes, you were going to be headed to a college that was not in Indiana at the end of the summer, but you truly couldn’t imagine Eddie being “stuck” anywhere.

“We’re better off as friends,” He continued. “Neither of us can get hurt that way.”

It was all so surprising and felt entirely out of nowhere, but you could tell by how he said the words that he had been thinking about this for a while. There was a part of you that could understand what he meant, the sad why behind it all, so you decided to lean into that. Because, in a way, he was kind of right— the deeper you fell for each other, the more painful the heartbreak would be in the end, and the harder it would be to leave in August. 

But, shit, you were already in way too deep. 

You still felt yourself nodding in agreement with him anyway, even though it was the last thing you wanted to do. “Okay.”

“So… just friends again?”

You simply nodded again and gave him a small smile. “Yeah, of course. Just friends.” 

Now you felt so dumb for saying that, for agreeing to the idea. You couldn’t be “just friends” with Eddie Munson anymore. 

There was a loud knock on the door that abruptly pulled you out of your thoughts. 

“Sorry, one sec,” You yelled out to the person on the other side. 

You let out another breath and didn’t bother looking in the mirror to see if the sadness you were feeling was written so clearly across your face. Mainly because you knew that it definitely was and it would be too hard to replace it with a fake smile, anyway. 

A random girl was rushing in before you were even fully out of the door, and you hoped that she was doing better than you were at that moment, but it didn’t entirely seem like it.  

You decided that you wanted to go back outside and settle yourself back in your spot on the patio chair next to Robin, and you also really wanted another drink. The idea of blurring your thoughts for the rest of the night didn’t sound like the worst idea ever.  

You made your way to the stairs and before you even started heading down, you spotted Eddie walking up. He easily noticed you too and he smiled before meeting you at the top of the stairs after a second. He looked at you for a moment and then his eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, reaching out to place a hand on your upper arm. It was such a subtle and simple action, but it still made you feel way too many things at once. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, I’m fine,” You answered, giving him a weak smile, and then immediately changed the subject so that he wouldn’t question you further right then. “How’d it go with Ally? That’s her name, right?” 

“Yeah, it is. But, that ask-out completely crashed and failed because she said that she just started dating someone.” 

“Oh, sorry,” You told him, not because you actually felt it, but because it simply felt like the right thing to say at that moment. 

“It’s fine,” Eddie shrugged. “What’s the dumb saying? There’s other fish in the sea or whatever.”

You let out a forced kind of laugh. “Yup, right.” 

“You sure you’re okay?”

For a second, you considered lying again; it would’ve been the best and simplest thing to do. You could’ve said that you weren’t feeling well and you needed to just head back outside and get some air— you should’ve just said that. But then, suddenly, all you could think was fuck it.

“I can’t do this.” 

He looked at you, confused. “Do what?”

“Be friends with you. I can’t go back to how things were with us before we dated. And I know that I have been doing it for the past two months, but I can’t anymore.”

“But, we decided—”

“I know,” You interrupted him. “I know what we decided, but that doesn’t mean that it’s been easy to do this. To just turn off my feelings and pretend that I’m not still in love with you.”

Surprisingly, it actually felt good to finally be honest about everything that you had forced yourself to bury over the past few months. It felt as if a weight was being lifted off of your shoulders. 

“It’s not easy for me either.” 

You couldn’t help but scoff and roll your eyes at Eddie’s words. “Yeah, because talking to Ally out there looked really painful and hard for you.” 

“That doesn’t…” He trailed off as he shook his head. “That doesn’t mean anything. I promise. It doesn’t mean that I don’t miss you, or us.” 

“Then why are we even doing this right now? What’s the point?”

You two had somehow moved away from the stairs and instead were standing further down the hallway, closer to the bathroom that you had left barely two minutes ago. 

“I just,” Eddie began and then sighed. “I know it’s gonna hurt like hell letting you go in a few months, and maybe doing it this way is easier. It’s not at all easy, but maybe it’s better? I don’t know. Most of the time it feels so fucking stupid, and I feel like an idiot for what I did that night… But, maybe it was the right thing to do.”

You considered his words for a moment. Just like that night two months ago, a part of you could recognize that he was at least a little right. But, this time you decided against leaning into the small part of you that wanted to simply agree with him because it made things seem “easy.”

“You know me,” You ultimately said, stepping a little closer and finding his hand. “I overthink everything. I think about every possible outcome for any and every situation. But, this is the one thing that I don’t want to think that far ahead about. And maybe that’s stupid. And maybe we will end up feeling terribly heartbroken at the end of the summer, and we’ll regret not just leaving things like they are right now. But, I’d rather that, than to keep pretending that everything is fine and normal. Somehow that feels so much worse. Why can’t we just enjoy this, us, for what it is before we have to give it up?”

Eddie didn’t say anything at first and that worried you. You braced yourself for the inevitable rejection, and you were already telling yourself that you would be okay with it because at least you tried this time around— you had finally said the words that you wished you’d said that night. 

But then he was kissing you. It was abrupt and sudden and you hadn’t seen it coming, even though it was exactly what you wanted to happen. He was pulling his hand away from yours and immediately reaching up to cup your face in both of his hands. They were cold, but you still felt as if you were on fire. 

It was probably only him that could affect you this much and this easily. You didn’t realize how much you missed the feel of his mouth on yours and how much you missed having him close to you in this way until it was finally, finally happening again. 

Your mind briefly traveled back to the last time this happened. It was the night before the breakup and the two of you were smoking weed in your backyard, sandwiched together in one patio chair instead of sitting in separate ones because it just felt right to do, and the close proximity allowed your lips to easily find his.

“I love you,” Eddie mumbled against your mouth now, which also reminded you of that last time. “I’m sorry I made us lose the past two months.”

Your hands were fisting themselves into his black t-shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to you. “It’s okay. Doesn’t matter.”

And technically, it really didn’t, at least not in your head. You were just glad to be here in this moment with him. It wasn’t too late. You two still had time. 

“It’ll be okay,” You told him in between kisses. Maybe you two should have found a bedroom or simply moved anywhere that was out of the dark hallway and away from potential prying eyes, but that didn’t feel like the most important thing to do right then. “Whatever happens in the end. It’ll be okay.” 

Eddie was nodding as he pressed you back against the wall and his hands dropped to your waist. “Okay.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

let me know ur thoughts<333

[coolshadowtwins]

Scum Villain au where Shen Jiu finds out about what happened to YQY some other way than just being told by the man himself.

How? Not important. Maybe he pressured MQF and SQH until they both gave the pieces they knew and put this together. Maybe he found paperwork about it. Maybe YQY did tell him, but he was drunk or drugged or something and so he doesn’t remember telling.

The point of this post is I think it would be funny if SJ, mostly having forgiven YQY but still angry that he just didn’t tell him the truth for years, let’s YQY suffer for a little long. He wasn’t necessarily overly mean to him anymore, but he does now just say things to see what YQY would do.

Like, if it was between me or LQG, who would you choose? Hm? What if I murdered someone hmmm? What if I spent all your money, hmmmmmm?

What SJ was trying to do was stress YQY out (ok, part of it was him seeing where he stood now but shh), but YQY only gets a little stressed at the problems his answers would cause SJ. Because he totally would chose SJ over anyone! But that would make people angry at SJ. He would help cover up a murder, but SJ could be sent to jail! He would give SJ any money he wanted, but the sect might not be happy with either of them?

SJ learns very quickly how high up he still is in YQY’s eyes. It makes him feel powerful. He also learns very quickly that if he really, really wanted something, all he had to do is call YQY Qi-Ge and YQY folds immediately.

He uses that one a lot, when others couldn’t see. He still has a reputation to uphold after all.

YQY, meanwhile, has no idea what’s happening. He has no idea why SJ is suddenly being so nice to him. There’s no way that he has forgiven him, after all, so it has to be something else?

He starts to think that SJ is either about to leave the sect or dying. Both terrify him. YQY drags a very unwilling SJ to MQF immediately.

When it’s clear that he isn’t dying, YQY thinks that SJ is about to leave the sect. He panics, and does the first thing he could think of- Ask SJ if YQY could leave the sect with him. (He asks this in front of MQF, who does not want to be an audience for this.)

SJ is flattered that YQY would leave the sect with him. He takes it as a wedding proposal. (He has forgotten that YQY never knew that SJ knew about the caves and the sword)

YQY doesn’t know when they got engaged, or why a wedding was happening, but he is not complaining. The night before the wedding, YQY breaks down and tells SJ about everything. SJ panics, and not wanting YQY to know that he has know for at least a year at this point and had just been messing with him, acts like this is entirely new information! Wow, YQY, that sure was awful! I am so angry about this information that I’ve never heard of before.

LQG thinks that SJ had tricked YQY into marrying him. Or that YQY had very bad taste.

[h0nology]

Tell Me The Truth

Miles is keeping secrets and you’ve finally had enough

warnings: cussing, pinch of angst, slight jealousy, pet names

“who is that?” jeff and rio had asked you.

the sight in front of you made your stomach hurt for some reason, your boyfriend, sitting isolated with some random girl nobody has ever seen before. you were already irritated with him; he had left so quickly with little to no explanation when you arrived at the party.

“i-i don’t know…”

it seems like you didn’t know anything anymore.

“should–should we go up there?” rio questionably says, “no, look, she’s leaving.” you pointed.

miles’ head swung over towards the three of you, you all quickly trying to act like you weren’t watching him. nonchalantly, you all waited as he approached you. or so you guys thought he was coming to you, instead he was making his way towards the door.

“miles!” his parents called for him.

you took it upon yourself to follow after him, swinging the door open as he had just reached the last step.

“miles!”

his pace picked up as you had gotten closer to him, he reached his apartment door, trying to shut you out but you stuck your foot in between the door.

“babe! are you okay? why would you do that?!” miles panics.

“what is going on with you?!” you slightly yell, his face finally meeting yours, “what happened to your face?!”

he had a few bruises and some cuts here and there, and his hair looked a hot mess.

“nothing.” he mutters, walking into the apartment.

you follow behind him, shutting the door behind you before following him into the bathroom. he grabbed the first aid kit from underneath the sink, and you snatch it out his hand, urging for him to sit down. he jumped up on the counter and you stood in between his legs, beginning on his face.

“who was that girl?” you asked after a few moments of silence.

“never took you as the jealous type, baby.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“who is she, miles?”

his smile fades and he drops his hands from your waist when he realized you weren’t amused.

“just somebody i used to know. i haven’t seen her in a minute, she was just dropping by.”

you let out a deep sigh, finishing up his face by applying ointment to it before putting everything in the first aid kit and placing it on the bathroom counter. you removed yourself from in between his legs and began to walk away.

“wait! where are you going? what's wrong?” he followed after you.

you turn around to face him, “i want you to stop lying to me.” you sighed, “once you're ready to tell me the truth, you know where to find me.”

you stood there for a moment. waiting there for him to say something, anything! but nothing. you shook your head, walking over towards the door.

“wait.” he says as soon as your hand is on the doorknob, “this is kinda hard to explain…”

you twist the knob and open the door.

“i’m spider-man!” he slightly yelled.

you shut the door back, hand still on the knob trying to process what he had just said.

“funny, miles.” you sarcastically say, turning to face him again, “you get your ass kicked and claim to be spider-man! it's okay t-"

“no! no, no, i’m not joking!” he says, unzipping his jacket to reveal the black suit that was beneath. very similar looking to the one you’d seen all over social media when people posted spider-man sightings.

“where’d you get that?”

“i made it.” he slightly smiled, “see, look.” he shoots webs, causing you to jump a little bit.

you stood there with your eyes shut for a second, just to make sure you weren’t dreaming. okay, your boyfriend is spider-man. your boyfriend is spider-man.

“wha-when? how? how long?” you approached him, placing your hand on the black suit.

“about a year now.”

“a year?!” you remove your hand, “why are you just now telling me?”

“i didn’t want you to look at me differently.” he shook his head, “i was afraid you wouldn’t love me the same.” his shoulders dropped.

“miles.” you let out a laugh of disbelief, “miles. babe, there’s nothing that could change the way i feel about you, i will always love you. spider-man or not.”

miles didn’t say anything, all he did was bring you into a big hug. you hugged him back, pulling him in as much as possible.

“now explain to me who this girl is once again.” you say into the hug.

miles laughs, pulling out of the hug, “her names gwen. uh, ghost-spider.”

“so she’s spider-woman? there’s multiple of you?”

“yeah, it’s kinda a long story.” he scratched the back of his neck, “any other questions?” he laughs.

“does this mean you’ll take me flying? or whatever it is that you do.”

[starcrossedslytherin]

Love Letters

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

WC: 1K

A/N: I don’t know how popular the Hogwarts legacy fandom is as of now because I’ve not been on tumblr, but I found this fic in my drafts(along with quite a few wips) and realized I never posted it so I thought I would feed the Sallow girlies a quick snack today.

Summary: Sebastian wants to write you a love letter to tell you about his feelings but it’s not going the way he hoped, even with Ominis’ help.

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Ominis knows he shouldn’t be as amused as he is right now, but he can’t help it. It’s not often he gets to experience Sebastian embarrass himself so willingly.

Try as he does to suppress his chuckle, it slips out and Sebastian sighs, letting the several half written love notes spill onto the table in front of him.

“It’s not funny.” Sebastian practically pouts, glad his friend can’t see the expression on his face.

“I disagree.” Ominis taunts him with a grin, leaning back in his seat.

“I’ve been trying to write Y/N a note all afternoon! I just don’t understand why they sound so…”

“Awful?” Ominis jumps in. “Horrendous? Painfully cliche?”

“Oi, shut it.” Sebastian mutters, gently nudging Ominis’ foot under the table. He very much regrets asking his best friend for help now he knows how embarrassed he’d be.

He sighs before picking up all his papers, trying to find the best parts of them all. “Why don’t you read them again? Out loud, so I can hear.” Sebastian doesn’t see why Ominis asks him to do so, but he reads through the notes, pulling faces every time he gets to a rather cheesy part of the note.

When he finishes, he looks to Ominis, hoping he can give him any sort of feedback to fix this mess.

Ominis stays quiet for a moment, thinking Merlin only knows what until he says, “You make me wish I was deaf as well.”

Sebastian’s hands slap against the table as he gives up, annoyed with his inability to string together simple words to tell you how he feels and annoyed with Ominis’ lack of help. “Forget this.” Sebastian grumbles, crumpling up as many of the letters as he can.

Ominis sighs and puts his hand across the table, covering some of the papers and getting Sebastian to stop. “Just talk to her. Tell her how you feel.”

Sebastian pulls a face at the recommendation. “Tell her how I feel?” He repeats, starting to pace in his spot. “You mean, just walk up to her and tell her how beautiful I think she is? Or how any time she smiles at me, you, Anne or anything really, I can’t help but stare? How she is most likely the smartest and kindest person I have ever met? How anytime she’s in the room, I am most certain my heart will beat out of my chest with how fast she makes it? How each time I see her leave the castle on her little adventures, I fight myself on whether to go with because I need to know that she makes it back safe to me? To us? You think I should just walk right up to Y/N and tell I am absolutely in love with her?”

There was silence between the two boys after Sebastian’s speech and the brunette boy, exhausted mentally, falls in his seat in a slump. Ominis just sat there, gripping his wand tight in his hand as his lips gently pull up to the left. “Well,” he whispers, getting Sebastian’s attention, who frowns upon seeing his smirk, “I don’t think you have to worry about it anymore.”

Sebastian’s brows furrow and he was about to ask Ominis what he meant before the sound of a book clattering to the ground behind him has him whipping his hand around and he opens his eyes wide. There you were, frozen in your place as you struggle to keep more books from falling off the shelves.

“Sorry.” You mumble, trying to determine if you really were hearing what you think you were hearing. “And uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to- I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.

Sebastian nods at your reassurance. “How much did you hear?”

You wave your hand in the air. “Oh, well just, uh, just… everything.”

Well, that’s not what he wanted.

He turned to glare at Ominis, but the boy slipped out when you and Sebastian were focused on each other.

You glance down at the paper strewn across the table, ready to dismiss them before seeing your name on one of them. “What is that?”

Sebastian sighs, debating whether he could really show you his mess of notes. He nods, letting you fall into the seat next to him as you pick through the papers. You barely got through the first sentence of the very first letter before your eyes shoot to Sebastian’s.

“You.. you wrote me letters?” There was a deep blush on his face and he’d gone silent, but he nods. You stare at him, feeling your own cheeks heat up quite a bit before you turn back and read, picking a few sentences of each discarded letter. Your favorite ones were the ones Sebastian had scratched over with his quill, obviously being embarrassed of having written them, but you enjoyed them.

From the first moment we met, I knew there was something extraordinary about you.

I know what love is because I know you.

My darling, you are my rock, my confident, my ally, my friend, and so much more.

“Bash…” you mumble, blinking repeatedly to keep your tears from spilling out.

“I couldn’t find the right words.” He whispers, picking up a few of the letters and holding them. “I had Ominis try to help me, but I don’t think he was particularly helpful.” You chuckle, imagining Ominis trying to help Sebastian.

Your laugh fades out as you put your hands on top of Sebastian’s and your eyes meet. Your stomach flutters with nerves and adoration. “I think you know the right words.”

Sebastian smiles at you, the corners of his mouth tugging up just enough that his eyes crinkle and he nods. “Y/N,” he begins, looking to his letters for strength but he knows he doesn’t need it. “Y/N, I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to be with you and I want to go on adventures with you and I want to smile with you and I want, I just want you.” His hand cups your cheek, bringing you closer to him as your eyes flutter close and he whispers, one last time before your lips meet, “I love you.”

•

[julietsbody]

beg me — modern ! coriolanus snow + reader : you ask coriolanus to leave your boyfriend alone, and he will, at a cost.

tags : 18+! MDNI! cheating, reader has a bf, blowjobs, begging, face slapping, facefucking, explicit consent, spit kink

a/n : this is something i was been silently working on before my break.. so im finally posting it

coriolanus snow always thought he was above everyone, he was an asshole, especially in college. frats didn’t accept him because he had an eyebrow piercing and refused to take it out, he also liked to give himself stick and pokes, and he wore ‘disturbing’ t - shirts. what about cannibal corpse is disturbing?

and coriolanus could never go through his problems by himself, god no. are you stupid? that idea is revolting to him.

so he takes it out on the people around him, more specifically, the guy in his computer science class. if you thought you knew what a nerd was, you clearly had never met this guy. it was almost pathetic. so who wouldn’t bully him? and coriolanus knows, oh it’s not highschool anymore grow up! no, he thought it was funny to pick and pull at the man who wears ‘science rocks!’ shirts.

what he never expected, though, was that the man had a girlfriend— and that the same girlfriend would wound up at his doorstep one day, furiously knocking at his dorm door.

“one second!” he grumbles, rolling himself out of bed, naps in between classes were always his weakest moments. his clothes were disheveled when he stood, did he sleep in his jeans from earlier— maybe.

you start knocking again, and he audibly groans, running his hand over his face as he approaches his door. he finally opens it midway through your knock, only to find you, a girl dressed in pink and frills, a sorority girl. what a fucking joke.

clearly you thought the same because you stared at him like you didn’t even want to be there— so why were you?

“hello?” he mumbles out, voice raspy from his sudden awakening.

you stare at him for a minute, eyes trailing down to the dog - tag that hangs around his neck, his korn shirt— what the fuck is a korn, and his messy, loose jeans. your eyes snap back up to his face when he clears his throat, “i need to talk to you.”

he squints his eyes at you, “okayyy.. why?”

“because you won’t leave my boyfriend alone,” your arms cross, and coriolanus’ eyebrows furrow.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, really,” he defends.

you counter it, “you don’t?”

“i just said i didn’t,” at least his attitude matches the look on his face, bitter and confused.

“you won’t stop bothering him, like seriously— he tells me about it all the time, do you have to be such an asshole?”

he pauses, “i think you’ve got the wrong dorm, doll.”

“doll?” you scoff, “i’m josh’s girlfriend, you dick.”

his eyes widen as his lips part into a surprised smile, laughing shortly, “this is a joke, right?”

“no, it’s not— leave my boyfriend alone,” you look so entirely serious.

he’s not buying it, “..okay— i’ll leave your ‘boyfriend’ alone.”

he moves to close the door in your face, but just before it inches to it’s close, your hand pauses it, flat against the wood as you push it back open. you look angrier now, he can’t really tell when you also look so sweet, “do you not believe me?”

“do you want me to be honest?”

“i would like for you to be,” you tilt your head to side ever so slightly.

he tips his chin up, a sign of his entitlement, “i don’t think that guy could pull anyone, let alone you.”

“well, isn’t that sweet,” you suck your teeth, “i’m serious, snow, leave him alone.”

“what if i don’t want to?” his eyebrow cocks, piercing shining in the hallway light.

“you’re gonna want to,” is that a threat?

“how come your boyfriend isn’t saying this himself? does he not have a mouth?”

“we both know you wouldn’t listen to him,” you frown, and he nods his head slightly.

“so, you really want me to leave him alone?” a small smile is curving his lips, again, that godforsaken cheshire cat smile.

“i do, i’m sick of hearing about you,” you snap back.

“is that so?” his voice suddenly becomes softer, “i think you should beg.”

“what?”

“beg me to leave your boyfriend alone.”

you hesitate for a second, “are you fucking stupid?”

“right,” he scoffs, moving to push the door to a near close, “i’ll keep bothering your boyfriend, then.”

you immediately push it to an open again, “no, no— fine, god.”

you push your way into his dorm, rolling your eyes and allowing your lips to part once more, “so embarrassing— i can’t be seen with you.”

“i’m embarrassing? how?” he cocks his head to the side, pushing his door to a close.

“look at yourself,” your arms cross, and he only smiles.

“aren’t you supposed to be begging?”

“god— you’re such a fucking weirdo,” you sigh, “please, leave my boyfriend alone.”

he hums, “that’s not begging.”

“come on— just, give him a break,” you frown up at him, those doe eyes, god, maybe he should tease your boyfriend more so you can come over more often.

“you’re not begging me, why should i leave him alone if you aren’t doing what i ask?” he pushes at his rings, twirling them around on his finger.

you pout ever so slightly, finally caving so he can shut up, “please, coriolanus, please, just leave him alone.”

“get on your knees,” he smiles so sweet it makes you sick.

god, what if josh heard about this.. “are you psychotic?”

“not sure,” he shrugs simply, “i need you to properly beg for me to actually consider it.”

you look away from him as you sigh, finally moving to your knees in front of him. he takes a step closer, smile widening at how easily you do what he asks, despite your slight pushback, you still did it. his lips part to speak again, “look at me.”

you do exactly that, making him chuckle, “leave my boyfriend alone, snow.”

“i’m not hearing please,” his fingers graze your chin.

“please, leave my boyfriend alone— please,” the cool of the hard floor is already forming bruises on your pliant skin.

he notices the way you shift uncomfortably, but also, something about being in this position has your thighs rubbing together. to be on your knees in front of someone, especially someone you heard many rumors about, rumors akin to him having a big dick, being a good fuck. you had always wanted to know, really, if they were true— you just never said anything. but josh, your boyfriend, sweet josh, you can’t do that to him.

can you?

his thumb rubs against your bottom lip, making you shiver, and suddenly the thought of josh becomes a distant memory.

“you know— if i do leave josh alone, ‘m gonna be bored,” he mumbles, voice dripping of salted dark chocolate, “who will i have left to bother?”

“find someone,” your lips purse around his thumb, “anyone.”

“anyone?” he chuckles lightly.

“anyone, whoever you want,” you sound desperate.

his pants feel tight, “whoever i want?”

you nod quickly, making him speak again, “what if i said i wanted you?”

you swallow, he feels it, as much as he feels your cheeks heat up— in his green eyes, you’re reminded of josh’s once more, “but josh..”

“what about him?” he sounds so fucking innocent, “you should forget about him.”

“i don’t know, snow—“ but you do know, you know that you would want nothing less than to suck his dick.

“tell me the truth, doll, because you keep looking at my dick,” he smirks knowingly.

god, he was insufferable, “i— i want to, i want to forget about him, i want..”

“want what?”

“you.”

“oh, sweet girl,” he dips his thumb into your mouth, admiring the way your lips immediately close around it.

eventually he pulls his hand away, helping move to tug his pants down, moving to do the same to his boxers but you quickly shift to help him, moving the boxers down his legs and admiring his cock— did he have a fucking prince albert piercing? the length of it made your breath hitch, as well as the girth, you could already feel the ache of your jaw.

he doesn’t even have to ask you to open your mouth, you’re already doing it, hand placed at his base to hold his dick in place as you place sloppy open mouthed kisses on his dick. his eyebrows furrow at the pleasure that courses through his veins at such a simple, teasing, action, “fuck, didn’t even have to ask you—“

he’s cut off by a grunt when your tongue suddenly trails on the underside of his cock to his tip, jaw falling slack so you can take him in with surprising ease. his hand moves to place itself on your hair, threading through it and tugging your head to bob on his cock, the sounds of saliva bubbling in the back of your throat as his tip hits it becoming his favorite. to hear you gag and sputter on his cock until he pulls away and admires your already messed up makeup, wow, josh should’ve sent his girlfriend sooner.

“so fucking pretty, hm?” he taps your cheek ever so slightly, then smack! he slaps you across the face, surprised by the way you smile at it, “you should leave josh— for me, i could treat you better.”

you shake your head, which only makes him chuckle, moving your mouth back on his cock. you take him so well, it’s addictive the way your moans vibrate against his tip, the sensitivity of your throat, the way your tongue lies flat on the underside of his cock, tracing the vein there. and god, you loved the way you could feel his piercing on your tongue.

to fall for an emo man like coriolanus, it was humiliating, but to be here on your knees, coriolanus’ hips thrusting harshly into your mouth, words can’t even express the amounts of embarrassment you felt. he pauses for a second after you’re coughing on his dick, only to lean down and spit on your face. you groan around his cock, pulling off, “you’re fucking crazy—“

you move to wipe it off, he frowns, “don’t wipe it off, doll.”

“‘m not gonna have your disgusting spit on me,” you snap back.

he fake pouts, “that’s not nice, doll.”

you roll your eyes, moving back on to his cock, looking away from him. he grunts, speaking again, “look at me.”

and you do, you look so perfect it has his dick pulsing in your mouth already. he slaps your face once more before his thrusts get sloppier, eventually pushing your head down to his base, cock twitching inside of your mouth as white spurts coat the back of your throat. he groans into the air, only pulling out when you slap his thigh.

you cough, trying to catch your breath as he moves to tug his boxers and jeans back over his softening cock.

“are you going to leave him alone now?” you move to a stand, glaring at him, as if you weren’t just sucking his dick.

he shrugs, “maybe.”

of course he won’t.

[thatdiabolicalfeminist]

A lot of people will be spending more time with their families of origin in the next few weeks.

And when you're with people you've spent so much time around in the past, it can be easy to fall into old habits and social role dynamics without really noticing, and without evaluating whether those patterns are reflective of the values we have now.

So with that in mind, I'd like to gently suggest taking a closer look at your family's interactions and see whether there are patterns you're part of that you don't want to be and could potentially do something to disrupt.

For example, is there anyone:

your family routinely treats as faintly ridiculous or hysterical?

or whose ideas, opinions, or interests are automatically dismissed by the group when those same things would be worthy of consideration/discussion from someone else?

or who gets teased and made fun of more than others, or past the point where they seem to be having fun?

or who is expected to do a disproportionately large amount of work that others could be helping with?

or who is consistently left out of group activities and is not asked if they'd like to join this time? (Do they think you'd be happy if they did join in?)

or who is automatically treated like "the problem" in any conflict they're in, regardless of whether they initiated the conflict or were being reasonable or not?

or who makes/has made repeated requests that some reasonable boundary be respected that is habitually ignored, belittled, or argued with?

or who habitually speaks or acts in unkind or unloving ways and gets minimal pushback, and/or minimal concern for the targets of their unkindness, because "that's just how they are"?

Or is there maybe:

a gender, racial, and/or class/income, etc., divide in who in your family does how much cooking/cleaning/kinship work?

a difference in who leads dinnertable conversations and whose input, interests, opinions, etc., are more valued/respected?

a difference in whose job or home life is worthy of being asked about?

automatic assumptions about people's interests, skills, life experiences, etc., that haven't been updated in years? Is anyone trying to build connections and find out more about who each of you are now?

Group social dynamics are always complicated, and perhaps never more so than in families. I'm not in your family, and I don't know the complicated contexts between each of the members. I also don't know how you'd like your family interactions to go, or if you're even spending time together willingly or unwillingly. Maybe this post will be helpful to you, maybe not.

But if you want your family to interact in more loving ways, sometimes as adults or even teenagers there ARE things we can do to interrupt patterns people are participating in without even noticing!

We can start helping with work we're not expected to participate in, and we can ask others who don't participate to take on part of the task. (In many families, a man standing up and starting to clear away the dishes and saying, "Brian, would you mind grabbing the green beans and the mac and cheese?" would be out of the ordinary if the women usually do that, but (in many families) people would go along with it once suggested.)

We can try to bring neglected others into conversation by asking and genuinely listening to their thoughts and opinions.

We can speak up when someone's interrupted and insist that we want to hear the rest of their thought.

We can take seriously the person treated like a joke, and show others that we're taking them seriously.

We can say "I don't think we need to discuss people's bodies here" or "not cool, dude" and redirect the conversation when someone is unkind.

Sometimes we can take people aside and ask them to ease up on a person being teased. Sometimes saying "I think it's actually hurting their feelings" or "it's not funny anymore, let up" is enough to actually make a difference.

We can ask about someone's job, interests, home life, hobbies etc., when they are usually left out of being asked.

We can try to remember that people aren't fixed in stone, and try to get to know who people are now without making too many assumptions.

Sometimes harmful patterns can be interrupted just by pointing them out and making an effort to not participate in them anymore.

[cloudyskiiees]

ok hear me out. total drama high school au. alenoah. scott pilgrim but instead of evil exes noah is friends with them all and they find it hilarious so they make a pact to have to approve whoever he dates next, and noah finds it fucking hilarious so he goes with it.

1: owen (and izzy and eva by association)

e-scope are poly! izzy is dating eva and owen, and owen was dating izzy and noah. noah loves his idiots, but decided he needs a partner with at least a shred of sanity. they're all still best friends and very close! dated for fiveish months sophomore year!

2: cody (of course)

middle school bfs. dated for like two weeks until noah couldn't deal with cody anymore. have been friends for so long he can't get rid of him, despite it all noah appreciates the geek (even if he wants to strangle him most of the time)

3: tyler

tyler came out as bi in freshman year (noah was his gay awakening) and asked him out on impulse. noah found it amusing and accepted, knowing the jock would quickly figure out he wouldn't wanna date such a pessimist. broke up after like a month, tyler is a good friend and very happy with his gf lindsay!

4: justin

got dared to ask out noah and date him for three days freshman year, accepted the challenge. noah isn't stupid, so he accepted then broke up with him after two days, making him lose the bet. justin was so distraught about it he confronted noah, who quickly learned he may be a prick but really he's just a crybaby attention seeker. if you asked noah now why he's friends with him, he couldn't give you an answer. but they're on friendly-rivalish terms!

5: emma

first and only gf. was scared to come out as a lesbian to everyone, so noah offered to date her to ward of suspicion from her family (people assume he's bi, he's still not sure) till she was ready. dated for a solid year between sophomore and junior year before she came out and got with her current gf (courtney), her and noah are lesbian gay solidarity, he's good friends with her and her sister, kitty.

6: duncan:

most recent breakup. end of junior year they both wound up in detention together a lot (noah couldn't stop correcting teachers + being a snark in class) ((duncan is a delinquent)) and a very unlikely friendship formed. duncan wanted to piss his ex (courtney) off so he would constantly flirt with noah in front of everyone. unbothered, noah and him went on a few dates just to post about it. emma found it very funny, courtney did not. both boys enjoy being assholes and judging people together.

alejandro has to go through and befriend all of them to basically get a stamp of approval to date their fav snark <3333

total drama has effectively taken over every inch of my brain i hope y'all enjoy my silly thoughts

[the-s1lly-corner]

I’ve read through some of your old posts and I gotta say…I love me some angst. May I kindly, pretty please with a plastic cherry on top, ask for TADC gang with an S/O who abstracted a while back, but then they ‘respawn’ one day with a glitch affect about them, and their memory was totally wiped? Like it was their first day in the digital world? The glitch affect doesn’t hurt them or anyone like what happened to Ragetha and Pomni btw.

TADC cast x mended!reader

so funny story i was about to sit down and work on this about 4 hours ago but then my parents said they were going to watch the fnaf movie in the garage and i literally dropped everything and watched it so uh uh. the reason the grind stopped was because of fnaf movie and now im kinda tempted to pick up my fnaf fic again anyways! i did a similar post, here! jax and caines parts here will be short, really only focusing on the glitch aspect for them in this post, since the other half has already been written!

CAINE:

just got flashed with an image but you know that scene where the iron giant is trying to pick the boy up but hes like limp or something and the giant pulls back (ive never watched iron giant i just know this clip from a meme) i think it would be like that if he tried to poof your glitching away; but like. in an emotional way, if that makes sense. like its the same kind of carefulness and worry, i think... bonus if he does more damage than not

JAX:

honestly a little too scared to even touch you out of the deep seeded fear of getting all glitchy as well. like he knows it wont spread to him, but you know...

POMNI:

similar to jax i think she would instinctively avoid touching you even though she knows its fine... the whole hand thing making her overly cautious for future scenarios, you know? i think she would slip up and accidentally bring up something you and her did before you abstracted, or call you an endearing name before abruptly stopping herself and trailing off, sad stuff. grief makes her tear between wanting to find an exit faster and trying to make you remember/stay for you

RAGATHA:

poor girl :( i think she would genuinely try to make an effort to re/befriend you and try not to have her hopes too high for the two of you to get back together. if you hear about your past relationship and want to learn more about it, shell tell you what you want to know, but i doubt she would instantly start dating you again if you suggest the two of you trying to give the relationship a second shot... i think that would need some time

KINGER:

bro is gonna be going through it, first he loses his possible wife to abstraction and now he lost you.. got you back, but you dont remember anything. on top of that you look.. off.. sure it doesnt hurt you but it still looks like it would be uncomfortable, even if it isnt

stuck between longing to rekindle your old relationship and letting you go in order to allow himself to process this grief; the third option is potential abstraction for himself

ZOOBLE:

tries not to care. they want to forget everything like you did, they were finally starting to be normal after your abstraction. but now your back in a clean slate, mind wiped and memories gone. how does someone cope with that? as much as it hurts them they think it would be best for them to pretend you were a stranger again

GANGLE:

saying it again, poor girl. mix of pomni and ragatha here i think, like she keeps messing up and verbally reminiscing before realizing you cant relate to what shes saying anymore. will tell you anything you want to know about the past, but i think it would take a lot longer for her to consider getting with you again than ragatha. for both its kind of a "i dont want them to feel obligated to try because we were together once" type deal

[fauxdette]

The Procurist pt. 7

Azriel x Elain

Summary: Elain and Lucien address their relationship while Mor addresses Azriel’s

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.8k

•••

“Verbalisation.”

“ Vernalisation,” Elain corrected, smoothing the skirt of her dress as she spoke. “It’s when flowers bloom after they’ve endured extremely cold temperatures.”

“And you saw these types of flowers in the cart?”

She nodded.

“I think he’s been through Summer Court too.”

Rhys tilted his head to the side, inviting her to continue.

As soon as they’d stepped foot in the River House, Nuala and Cerridwen had ushered Elain into his office, twisting her side to side to check for injuries before hugging her close in silent relief. They left shortly after Rhysand appeared, shooting looks at his fighting leathers that Elain couldn’t decipher.

“He had a blood ruby in his collection.”

“Interesting...”

“And I’ve been thinking,” she peered out the window thoughtfully. “How has he been getting around without anyone noticing? A travelling cart would stand out somewhere, right?”

The High Lord nodded.

She looked at him nervously. “I think he’s been using the tunnels, from when- um-“

“From under the mountain,” he finished.

“Yes. Somewhere with cold winters, close to Summer, with access to the tunnels…” she swallowed. “Winter Court. I believe The Procurist is staying in the Winter Court.”

Rhys was smiling at her.

“Don’t say it…”

“…spy nerd.”

She hadn’t realised how much she’d needed to laugh until that moment.

“Who will you send?” She asked, after their laughter subsided.

“Mor is back already. Azriel too.”

A cold chill shot through her.

“You can’t-”

Rhys eyes softened. “It’s not a mission for information anymore, we’ll need to extract the girls. Az and Mor have a lot of experience with that, plus Mor’s relationship with Winter will ensure we have all the adequate resources there…”

“It’s not that,” she said quietly. “Rhys, they don’t have mates. If something goes wrong we won’t be able to find them, like how Lucien found me.”

“They’re the best of the best, Elain. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

But she couldn’t shake the dread that had settled in her chest.

•••

"Bat."

"Fox."

"You're not going in there."

"Excuse me?"

Lucien had posted himself outside Rhys' office door; stance wide and tanned arms crossed firmly over his chest, looking every bit the arrogant son of a High Lord.

Azriel couldn't understand how Rhys had managed to beat him there. All he knew was that the Lord of Night was inside with Elain, and he was not.

"She's had enough males sniffing around her today. She doesn't need another one."

Azriel held Lucien's gaze and took a step forward. "This is my court, my home. You don't give orders here, and you certainly don't make decisions for her," he nodded towards the door.

"She is my mate," Lucien snarled. "You're not going in there. You and those wraiths have done enough .”

“Is that what this is about, Lucien?” He shook his head. “What scares you more, that we’ve turned your mate into a spy or that she likes it?”

"Azriel!"

Both of them turned as Mor approached from the end of the hallway. It was strange to see her and feel— nothing. Of course affection was still there, warm and familiar; but things had changed between them, maybe more than he had realized.

"This conversation isn't over," he said simply, leaving Lucien at his watch and walking towards his friend.

She hugged him tightly.

"You two seem to be getting along," she whispered.

"Funny."

Mor turned around, linking her arm with his and walking them back the way she had come.

"He looked like he was ready to knock those pretty little teeth out."

"Try to knock them out. And I have no idea what you're talking about."

She raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her face.

"Now why would the dark, brooding, mysterious Spymaster of the Night Court, be picking petty fights with Lucien Vanserra? Hm?"

"He started it. And I still don't know what you're talking about."

She sighed and he turned to face her. Her dark eyes searched his own.

“I heard your girl is shaping up to be quite the spy.”

“You know I don’t have a girl, Morrigan.”

“Liar.”

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow.

"You deserve good things, Azriel.” She squeezed his arm. “The best things.”

He dipped his head in thanks as they started walking again.

“So you should try to see her,” she continued, watching him out the corner of her eye. “This girl you don’t have. Before we go.”

“Go?”

“You haven’t heard?”

They rounded the corner to find Nuala and Cerridwen waiting for them, reports stacked in both their arms.

“We’ve been sent on a mission, Shadowsinger.”

•••

“May I walk you to your room?”

Lucien was waiting for her outside Rhys’ office and Elain couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for not even considering where he had gone. She nodded in response and he fell into step beside her.

“I wanted to apologise,” he said softly. “For how I handled things earlier. It wasn’t my place to tell you how to spend your time.”

Elain slowed her pace.

“What you did today really was remarkable. I underestimated you, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

Turning to face him, Elain allowed herself to really look at her mate for the first time.

Despite her sister's insistence that he was a good male, she had always been hesitant to see him in that light. The anger she felt after Hybern turned their bond into a reminder of everything she had lost, and when she finally started building a life for herself in Velaris, her heart had already been captured by someone else. But now, as she studied Lucien, she realized how glorious he was. There was an undeniable energy around him, as if the inner fire she knew his family could wield lived outside their bodies too. His skin was tanned and slightly freckled, darker than the brother who had been taken with Nesta not so long ago, but his face was much kinder. And he was expressive- both in how he moved and how he spoke. He would be easy to love, she thought. Easy for someone to love. Just not someone like her.

She wondered if he could sense her thoughts, feel them through their bond, because as they reached her bedroom door, she saw the light in his eyes dim.

"My parents are mated," he swallowed, his voice heavy. "And miserable."

"Lucien, I..." Elain began, but he shook his head, cutting her off. "They're miserable, Elain. And you... you're happy. Here."

"Are you happy?" she asked.

He smiled, meeting her gaze. "You know what? I think I am."

Elain smiled back. "Then let's just be happy, Lucien."

•••

Azriel knew one thing for certain, he was never taking Mor’s advice again.

Strolling toward him, having just left the room Azriel himself planned to visit, was none other than Lucien Vanserra.

He calculated how long it would take him to close the distance between them and smack the Heir of Autumn in the face.

“Lucien.”

“Azriel.”

"Are you lost?" He asked, his voice laced with irritation.

"Just seeing off a friend," Lucien replied.

There was something in his tone, a hint of sadness or finality, that gave Azriel pause. Home, his shadows whispered in his ear. The fox is going home.

Lucien glanced back at Elain's bedroom door and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Azriel braced himself for the confrontation that had been looming between them all day.

But instead, Lucien reached out and lightly clasped Azriel's shoulder. "Be happy, Shadowsinger."

And with that, he walked away.

•••

Elain was going to run a bath and pray to the Mother it would ease some of the tension of the day.

It was satisfying to have helped her court and the women of the lake in some small way, and it was a relief to have finally spoken to Lucien about things. But Elain couldn’t shake her unease about Mor and Azriel’s upcoming mission. She alone had seen the greed and desire in the Procurist’s eyes. And if that wasn’t enough, her unresolved feelings for the Shadowsinger left her more anxious about it than ever.

She sighed, relishing in the warm steam of the bath as she twisted the taps to stop the stream of water.

*Knock*

She pulled the silk robe she wore tighter, suddenly aware of her near nakedness.

“Who is it?” She called.

If it was one of her sisters she could just tell them to come back later.

Someone on the other side of the door cleared their throat.

“It’s, um, it’s me A-“

“Azriel?” She stood so fast she almost slipped on the tiled floor. “I, uh,” she fumbled around for something to throw on. “I’m not really, uh, I was about to have a bath.”

“Oh.”

Did his voice sound higher than usual?

“I just wanted to check on you but I’ll go-“

“No!” She hoped he would ignore how desperate she sounded. “No. Just. Give me one second.”

Elain readjusted her robe again, tying it to the side as she tiptoed to the entryway. Shadows pooled through the gap at the bottom of the door, lapping onto her bedroom carpet like waves of night. She giggled at their restlessness, and they scuttled back at the sound.

“They want to know if you’re gonna say anything,” Azriel’s amusement was obvious and she couldn’t help how her heart raced at the intimacy of it.

“I’m getting there,” she laughed, letting silence fall again.

Hadn’t this always been their thing? Comfortable silence. So much said and unsaid.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“I’m—“ Tired. Elated. Hurting. “Glad. To be back.”

“I read the report. You should be very proud of yourself.”

She grinned, “I am.”

“So how long before you officially join my spy network?”

“Whenever you’re free.”

“I do have a small job to do this week but I’m sure I can finish up early.”

“So humble, Shadowsinger.”

Quiet settled in again but she knew he was smiling on the other side of the door.

“I’m glad you’re back too.”

It was so faint, this admission, that she thought she had misheard him.

“Elain, ” and that was pain in his voice. Subtle but unmistakeable. Elain found herself holding her breath waiting for the next sentence. “About Solstice..”

“You don’t have to.” The words came flying out. The truth was, she didn’t know if she could take an explanation. It had been humiliating enough when he stopped their kiss, she didn’t think she could survive learning why he did it.

The door creaked, like Azriel was leaning his weight against it. “I just wanted you to know, it wouldn’t have been a mistake, kissing you. It would’ve been… it would’ve meant everything to me.”

Tears filled her eyes as her heart shattered for him, with him. And suddenly Elain couldn’t remember why she denying herself this conversation. She reached for the handle before she could talk herself out of it, but when the door swung open, Azriel had gone.

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[circeyoru]

Heyyyy I'm so happy you are back I've needed you so much your post always made my day I loveee collection of souls its amazing 👏 I had a question if you haven't already answered it who was the favorite before alastor joined and how did they react when they realized they weren't the favorite anymore

Again love your post and take care

This is for {Collection of Overlords}, check MASTERLIST for the work

Oh ho~ The former favourite soul before Alastor. Hehehe~~

Now this might be obvious from the stories and trivia posts if you followed. Let’s do it by the process of elimination. Obviously we’re not counting Husk and the Vees because they are after Alastor, naturally that counts Alastor himself too. So the remaining ones are Zestial, Carmilla, Rosie, and Zeezi, there are other Overlords but they aren’t important cause they will be gone later so naturally they aren’t your favourite too.

Zeezi is a definite no no by the interaction she has with you even in the trivia posts. While you do provide seemingly more guidance to her so she stays in the collection, the attention she receives from you is more of a give-and-take basis. Lacking the devotion and trust of the other three.

Zestial is a close one but still no. He is the oldest surviving Overlord and soul in your Elite Collection, but he lacks that engagement to hold your attention. Don’t get me wrong, Zestial’s place in your collection is rock solid cause he collects relevant and reliable information for you, not to mention keeping your souls in line, so he’s nowhere near the thought of being rejected from your collection.

Rosie would be a candidate. IF she even has a soul. While it’s not revealed in canon, in this story, Rosie is said to be from the Gluttony Ring (check part 8). Hellborns don’t have souls. So Rosie’s a unique case, being taken in by you and given an Overlord status in the Pride Ring. She isn’t shown favouritism nor does she asks for it because she knows that it was asking too much. Instead, she returns as much as she can in seritiude to you.

So~ Who’s left? Yup, Carmilla Carmine. She was the second soul to join your collection and the most successful Sinner soul too, being the best weapon dealer in all of Hell. Pretty obvious, right? You hold meetings at her place and you extend your protection to Carmilla’s daughters as well, you didn’t do that to Rosie’s people. Carmilla’s ambition and pride paired with familial bond was what drew your attention, there’s this funny contrast that exist within her that you can’t understand. What’s a mother’s love or affection? Why are her daughters important to her, is it like you with your Cages? But you just use them to further your power. Why is she so prideful yet loving? All these questions.

As for reaction after Carmilla finds out she’s no longer the favourite… Hm… Funny, cause while she is the favourite, it wasn’t obvious to her nor do you make it a show. It’s Alastor’s case that was obvious, so it wasn’t until Alastor came along that the topic of you having a favourite is even possible.

Carmilla thinks Zestial’s the favourite cause his place was unmoving, Zestial thinks Rosie’s the favourite cause she and her town was in your interest, and Rosie thinks (knows) Carmilla’s the favourite cause she was allowed to hold Overlord meetings even without you present. Zeezi doesn’t care for the favourite and aims for staying in the collection.

Basically, there’s this uncertainty of who’s the favourite and no one thinks it’s them. Naturally, that applies to Carmilla not being aware that she’s the favourite. But it does explain their future interactions. So I’ll add that instead.

Zeezi isn’t seen interacting with Alastor in the show, but I view it as more of a neutral relationship between the two. While Zeezi is surprised that you do favourites, she doesn’t aim to fight Alastor for it. She knows her loyalty to you is undesiring when compared to Zestial, Carmilla, and Rosie, so how can she be compared to Alastor’s when he’s your favourite? She makes note of Alastor’s attitude, behaviours, and actions so she can learn and adapt to herself, but it’s only to the level of maintaining her status as an Overlord in your eyes.

Zestial’s interest in Alastor stems from wanting to understand what it is that got your attention and change in the form of your favour. As said, before you were cryptic enough that no one is aware who’s the favourite, but after Alastor it was so obvious to the point of jealousy. Make no mistake, Zestial doesn’t want to fight for the title of favourite, he just wants to know how to better himself so he will remain in your best interest and favour. 

Rosie’s friendship with Alastor is pure friendship. Like her unwavering devotion to you, her friendship and kindness to Alastor has no strings attached after knowing that Alastor sworn loyalty to you in a similar way to hers but even farther. She does offer opportunities for Alastor, like deals as seen in Episode 7, because she can’t make deals so what better way to help you by helping Alastor? She knows you don’t like wasted chances and when Alastor’s the favourite and her friend, he’s the best demon to help and stand by.

Carmilla’s disinterest and subtle passive aggressiveness towards Alastor is cause of the favourites. When it was first made know that you can and do do favourites, she does question if she was one but the thought was quickly pushed back when she remembers she was arrogant in her beginning time with you. There is a certain degree of jealousy that Carmilla has towards Alastor holding your interest and favour, but she thinks she can’t compare with it. All she can do now is be as unaffected as she can while striving to do better in your eyes. She might not be able to match Alastor’s level, but maybe, just maybe, at least she can be a competitor or come close to challenge Alastor’s place.

[radiolore]

MY VENTURE HEADCANONS!!! :3

copy pasted from my tiktok plus some :3

AAAAA I LOVE THEM SO MUCJ U DONT UDNERTSND

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• wants to take care of plants but cant due to their job

• forgets to drink water a lot

• one time passed out due to dehydration, the wayfinder society found them in a cave and they had to be in the emergency room for a day

• since then, they got an app on their phone that buzzes when they should drink water and itll water a virtual plant :3

• unironically loves classical music

• likes to scour the internet in their spare time to listen to different music genres from different eras

• wishes they could learn intruments, especially ancient ones that people dont typically play anymore but cant cause of the time their job takes, but they still admire people who do play those intruments still!!

• their parents are missing and are pressumed dead and they hope that by being an archeologist they can find them one day

• used to cry as a kid when people would squish ants :(

• they think they dont have time for a partner, so theyre not really looking for one, but wouldnt be opposed to having one if they met the right person

• if they did meet someone they were interested in, would be super estatic and friendly, talking to them a lot, looking for them when they enter a room, etc

• would prefer an in-person relationship, they would be willing to try long distance but with how much they travel for their job, they will end up not being happy because they feel like they have to choose between their partner and passion :((

• they would end up romantacising the person theyre interested in and get disappointed when they dont live up to their fantasies

• really good at coming up with art n crafts ideas, bad at executing them

• autism

• used to be super interested in internet history as a kid, like random events that went down on the internet n stuff, but not so much anymore since theyre an archeologist now

• fav ice cream is rocky road (who would've guessed)

• messy eater

• love language is gift giving and quality time

• speaking of gift giving, if they liked someone they would def research crystal meanings and give them specific crystals based on their meaning

• need some extra luck? they're giving u aventurine, got into trouble recently and need protection? boom amethyst, they like you but they're too scared to say so? they're giving you rose quartz daily and hope you get the hint

• LOVES those shark tooth necklaces and wears one under their sweater (mostly just cuz they don't want it to get caught on something while working and have it fall off)

• any vacations they get from work, they always make sure to visit their grandma and tell her all about their adventures and findings !!

• thinks people with crooked teeth are the absolute cutest (totally not a self insert for me cuz I got crooked teeth ahahahaa nope)

• when they paint their nails they always just do it messily and just let the excess nail polish on their fingers to fall off ☠️☠️ (same)

• can def carry a conversation if ur shy or just don't talk a lot

• has a social media platform where they post cool things they find, after becoming associated with Overwatch, it gains traction

• after their profile gains attention, it actually becomes an in-universe meme/rumor that they chipped their tooth eating a rock

• Sloane thought it was funny, but they eventually come out and make a post saying they chipped their tooth after a rock came flying at their face while drilling 😞

• asexual cuz I said so

• u know that one dinosaur death pose fossil? they have something like that tattooed on their body

• also a compass tattoo probs

• is the BEST hugger

• when they're excited to see you, they'll hug u n pick u up n spin u around n everything

• is the type to see smth random and go "so-and-so would like this" and just get it without seconds thoughts

• used to draw in high school, but kinda stopped after joining the wayfinders

• is incredibly embarrassed by said drawings and would only show you if you either also showed something equally embarrassing or if yall are extremely close....

• had a lego phase

• Sloan and Junkrat send each other random cryptic texts that wouldn't make sense to anyone else looking at them, but it makes sense to them (it'd be stuff like random images or words or gibberish that'd make u go "what ☠️") (and it'd be at such random intervals like a random text from junkrat at 2am and Sloan doesn't send anything back until 3 days later at noon like???)

• I'm sorry but they're a bad texted lmfao they forget to check their phone all the time

• but they're def not a dry texter tho, they'd use faces like :D D: :p :) :3 >u< ): and type in all caps when they're excited with typos

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I COULD WRITE MORE BUT IF I CONTINYE ILL LITERSLLT BE HERE FOR HOURS SO I HAVE TO STOP

ANYWAYZ THAMK U FOR LISTENINGN TO ME RAMBLE ABOUT VENTURE BECUZ I LOVE THEM SO MUCJ IM SO OBSESSED WITH THEM N IM LIKE AAA AAAAANAAA AAA

anyways

yea

:3 eeeee

[spitdrunken]

Not often embarrasseda bout posting something anymore BUT ITS HAPPENING TODAY! So. Maxime le Mal. Please read the notes because this is weird in a very specific way.

Notes: maxime being a Villain, obsessive behaviour, mind control, insect mentions (cockroaches specifically), body horror (!!!!!), forced bodily transformations (into a cockroach.)

I keep thinking about Maxime transforming you partly into a cockroach, purely because of the effects it has on the mind.

For one reason or another, as it had started as an unintended side-effect of his insectification machines, the ones he has turned are obedient to him more than anything else! It’s funny, really, that the people transformed entirely into insects are more coherent, and adore him in a more overt way, huh? His working theory is that during a partial transformation, people are perhaps still struggling against it mentally. In one form or another. It’s difficult to check, really, since they can’t exactly tell him! They’re all twitchy, hardly capable of functioning, except to follow his commands.

For you, he tries to find a sweet spot in between the two. When something or, in this case, someone, catches Maxime’s eye, he has a tendency to throw himself into it head-first. Never doing anything less than perfect, never accepting less than defeat. So, when you deny his romantic advances so directly… Not only does it leave a dent in his pride, it leaves him with a bit of a grudge, as well. If there anything he doesn’t handle well, it’s grudges. Now that he’s got a handheld-sized way of turning anyone into insects, it’d be silly of him not to use it!

(And if you are hoping for Valentina to interfere, you are fresh out of luck. The both of them have come to an agreement long ago that interests in other people are fine, as long as they are discussed. To add to that, it’d be hard for her to be a ‘femme fatale’ if she couldn’t seduce anyone, right? They’ve been together long enough to know that they will always return to each other’s side. So, no, Valentina will not get jealous and try to interfere in… Whatever her boyfriend has going on with you. She’d be more likely to watch, egging him on in amusement and turning away once she’s lost interest.)

“It’s just a pair of antennae sprouting from your head! That’s not so bad, is it, huh? Look at you! They look so cute on you! Little things.” Maxime tells you, patting your head, tone and expression both dripping with condescension. Whereas a minute ago you would have ran for the hills at this, your mind has become sluggish and, without even fully realising what he’s saying, you find yourself nodding along to his words. He smells good, familiar. You would be able to pick him out of a crowd with ease. Unbeknownst to you, your pupils are blown wide now, too. Anyone who say them would think you were high out of your mind. You shudder as he pinches and rubs one of your newly-sprouted appendages in between fingers. The antennae are incredibly sensitive. The sensation can only be compared to someone running their hands up over the bare skin of your sides, and you tense up, eyelids fluttering. It doesn’t exactly feel good, but it doesn’t feel… Bad, either. A noise leaves your throat, one you can only describe as a chirp, and weren’t capable of making before. All of a sudden, revulsion hits you like a tidal wave. It must show on your face, because Maxime squeezes down, and it hurts. “Non, non! None of that! Just look at me. Or do you want to grow another pair of arms also? …No, I didn’t think so.”

When you’re not actively fighting it, it’s so easy to slip into your new base instincts, which consist of the primary mission of obeying Maxime le Mal. He’s so nice to you, too! As long as you listen, that is!

[ssahopelessly]

The Right Call

Synopsis: Spencer and Reader had broken up sometime ago and one party is struggling more than the other. So why is she calling him late at night, and why is she drunk?

Warnings: Spencer x DrunkReader, FemReader, discussions of break up, reference to Spencer’s sobriety, anxieties of death, anxieties of asphyxiation, paranoia, guilt over crying, slightly hungover reader / let me know any I missed

Word Count: 3.2k

a/n: Thank you for those who answered the poll. Unfortunately this was the one I was more confident in posting. Wishing you all the best!

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His phone began ringing from where he had left it, over on the corner of his desk. When he saw the contact name though, he couldn’t help but to noticeably hesitate for just a second before holding it close to his ear, careful not to say the first words. But she didn’t say anything either. There was just the balanced sounds of their breathing over the line, static in between.

Maybe she had misdialed him? Maybe she was falling asleep while on her phone again and the call had been accidentally placed. “Spencer?” His name was a low whisper over the line, cutting through the silence he was hoping to maintain yet he tried to ignore how his heart still skipped a beat at her call. “Spencer?” She called again, a sing-song fault in her voice.

Sitting in the lone chair in the sitting area of his apartment, he kept the phone close to his ear, “I’m here.”. He waited for her to say something, anything. But she didn’t say anything more. Instead, he could hear the giggle that had slipped on her end. “Hello?”

“What are you doing?” There was a lightness to her words that he hadn’t received from her in a while. Their conversations lately had tampered to mostly work related subjects with appropriate tones for the subject matter.

“I’m just… sitting here.” Spencer tried to think of what she could possibly be doing at this time, with how late in the night it was and what he knew of her nighttime routines. “Did you need something?”

“Why did we break up?” The calm night seemed to come to a screeching halt if just for a second. Her voice cut through again, “Spencer?”

“You said we weren’t working anymore. That you needed space and…” he let his words taper off as his energy was put back into trying to solve the why for this call. Why had she called him? To hurt him further? Why now?

“And what?” She pressed on, still no dip or fall in her voice. Spencer could nearly hear the smile that would’ve been on her lips. There was no smile to be shared now, no matter how nice it was to hear her voice.

“That we would only end up hurting each other.” The explanation was one regrettable syllable after the other. But it was the truth, and he couldn’t find it in himself to feel bad when telling her the truth. “Does that help?” He hoped the silence they fell into would mean she hung up, that she had gained the clarity she was apparently looking for. But the line was still active, he was just waiting for her response.

It came in the form of a whisper this time, “no,” like all the light had been snuffed from wherever this conversation had been going in her head.

Standing from the chair, Spencer crossed over to the windows near his bookshelf. His attention was immediately caught by the moon, hoping that some answer would be hidden in the sight he had spent countless nights across the country staring at. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Another whisper, this one like as if she was sharing a secret, something to be spoken against his ear in a low voice. But his heart panged at the idea of his actions or words causing her any more pain. It was funny, he thought, that they were still capable of causing the other pain, no matter how close or not they were to the other.

“What can I do?”

“Just…” a dream-like quality had returned to her voice, “talk to me?”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Do you ever miss us?” It was another question she had pulled from her arsenal, an arsenal Spencer had never even thought existed. Not in the capacity she was using it, the capacity to hurt what little feelings remained.

“Why are you-“

“Just answer the question.”

“Yeah. All the time.” Sometimes, for example, when Spencer would go to the store, something would happen and he would catch himself turning to see her reaction, but she was never there. Or on the jet, when it would be a late night flight back, he would see how she fell asleep but would tremble at how cold she was even in her sleep. His conscious response was to put a blanket on her… but he would then remember that they were not to each other what they once were. So he settled for glances and stares while she slept. At least then, he wouldn’t have to see how her eyes flashed with that spark of recognition before it was dimmed by the reality of their relationship.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m drunk.” He was about to circle to that conclusion for the purpose behind the call, but his mind pinged with other alerts now. She never drank, ever. At first he thought it was a personal preference, and then for a bit he worried she didn’t indulge in fear of it clashing with his sobriety, but then he circled back and settled on it just not being a personal preference as he watched her the few times she had ever been offered a glass at any function. How she would take the tiniest sip, scrunch her face, and then dispose of the drink before returning the glass. She never had a drink in its entirety. So how did she get drunk?

“You don’t drink.” Was the only words he could utter after some time.

“Yeah, well- apparently I do. And I hate it.” In his mind, he could see the way she would roll her eyes in disgust as she often did. “But not as much-“ her words were cut off singularly by the burp that came from her end of the line and it only made Spencer smile a minuscule amount. And then the weights at the corners of his mouth pulled tighter. He wasn’t supposed to smile at her actions anymore.

“As much as what?”

“No- no, it’s silly. I’m silly.”

“Why are you silly?”

“Because I don't hate it as much as I hate-“ her words failed her again. All Spencer could hear were the rise and fall of her breath, a pattern he had tried long and hard to forget. “I think we messed up.” Once again, he could feel his heart constrict around the idea of the mess. A mess, where they were anything else to each other but what they had once been. A catastrophic miscommunication that now they both seemed to regret.

“How so?”

“I shouldn’t have broken up with you. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I was so stupid, I-“ She borderline sounded like she was about to cry now, her voice breaking in a way he used to hear only late at night in the privacy of the others room. But, considering what she had told him, that she even considered herself drunk, Spencer felt there was really only one thing left for him to do.

“Do I need to come over?”

“No.” He couldn’t let her be alone in her apartment, not while she was drunk. Not even accounting for the tales and stories that he had heard or seen in the aftermath of people pushing their limits with any substance, his mind was reeling with everything that could individually go wrong for her. She could drunk dial another person. She could accidentally light a candle and forget about it and catch the apartment on fire. She could accidentally light several candles, lay down to fall asleep, choke on her vomit, and still manage to catch the apartment on fire as she asphyxiated on stomach acid.

“Can I though?” He tried to convince his mind he was just paranoid, that’s all it was. Just paranoia. But he couldn’t stop that train either once it was hurtling towards thoughts of her dying and him being unable to stop it.

“The key’s where it used to be.”

-

Once inside, Spencer had feared it would feel like what it used to, that he would involuntarily fall into the comfort he once took in her apartment, but he was almost glad to see that wasn’t the case. After letting himself in, he left the key on the table by the door, making a mental note to hide it once he left later. Calling for her, hoping to hear a reply, he slowly stepped into the open part of her floor plan. But to no avail, there was no sight of her. He tried to listen for her maybe in the bathroom or anything, but there was no noise to be heard there either.

Pulling his coat off, he draped it across the back of the couch as he rounded to the front of it, looking to see what was strewn about her coffee table, trying not to analyse it as intensely as if it were a crime scene. He did notice however, the empty bottle of wine, its cork sitting next to it, and the glass that had left a few rings stains on the table surface. “Spencer!” Was his only warning before he was side tackled into the couch behind him, their bodies clumsily landing entangled with each other in a mess, her body laying on top of his.

He habitually held onto her, both of their bodies squeezed onto her tiny couch he had once offered to replace. His arms wrapped around her body as she laid between his legs. “Hey you.” Spencer tried his best to keep everything about this casual, he just couldn’t help feel anything but as he brushed her hair behind her ear with the pad of his thumb. “You’ve been hanging out with Derek lately?”

“No!” For some reason, her head snuggled closer into his chest, attention captured by something across from where they were sitting. “You came.” She said with her dream-like inflection to her words. Spencer fought his arms to not squeeze her in his embrace. He was not here to cuddle her, he was here to make sure she got through the night safely.

Then they just laid there like that, her head resting on his chest as he tried not to put them in any sort of embrace that could be mistaken for anything else in the morning. It all felt like one bad idea after the other, to be here in her apartment, with her body on top of his, her heart just beating inches from his own. But now that he was here, in the moment, he felt the only way out was to see the rest of it through.

“I thought it would be easier.” She hummed into the quiet they took company in. Raising her head now, she looked at him, and he couldn’t help but wonder two things: if he was seeing things, or if there were tears lining her eyes. Her eyes, that should have shown signs of being intoxicated as she claimed, only showed a redness he most closely associated with her crying. And then the worst feeling: she had been crying over him. Her statement was still ringing true, they would only continue to hurt each other.

“What?” He combed her hair back to see her face better.

“I thought- if I broke up with you, you would just forget about me. That you would move on and I would too but-“ her tears had started just as he heard the small defeated whimper that normally prefaced any of her cries. “I couldn’t. I tried so hard.” The tears fell then. Spencer realised in that moment, that despite it all, he still cared for her. Seeing her tears, only illuminated by the moonlight that flooded into her apartment, he knew then that he still, and possibly always would, care for the girl on his chest.

“You can’t just forget someone, especially not someone you cared for.” Care for, was the correct wording he wanted to use but refrained.

“But I thought you could. I thought you would!” She cried out, hand clutching onto a small wrinkle of fabric on his shirt as she pressed her lips to her curled fingers. “I hoped you would.” Was admitted softly, probably more to herself, but Spencer heard it nonetheless. He wondered how many times she could inflict her own pain before his heart removed itself from his chest.

“Why? Why would you want that?” He hadn’t meant for his voice to nearly break the way it did, but he also wasn’t one to hide his emotions well enough from her either.

Laying her head against his chest again, Spencer wondered if her ear could hear how his heart beat for her, now with a renewed intensity. “Because it’d be easier.”

“What would?”

“If you- if you forgot about me, then I could look at you again.” He felt how his eyebrow lifted at her words. “I could look at you and not have to see what we meant to each other. Because it’s all I can remember.” Fingers under her chin, he gently guided her head back up to look at him. Tears were still spilling at this point and Spencer moved his hand so a lithe finger could collect the few tears from her cheekbone before brushing them off onto his own shirt. It was a fruitless thought, but he hoped somehow that that motion could have a reverse effect. Like by catching the tears now, that he could somehow decrease the number of tears she had already shed for him.

As she continued to cry, like an old habit rediscovered in one night, she buried her face against his chest, giving the tears a softer place to land. But his muscles knew what to do before his brain, arms that had already been secured around her tightening before running a hand through her hair.

“Try as you might, I could never forget you.”

“Can you at least hate me?”

“Not even a little.”

-

Morning had found Spencer faster than he originally hoped, the DC sun spilling in through the windows that lined the apartment. One window in particular made sure the sunlight would hit him directly in the eye once they were opened, his eyes immediately wincing as he tried to shield them away from the rays of light.

After the tears had dried last night, no more words were said. Spencer had carefully ushered her into the comfort of her own bed but he didn’t leave the apartment. He knew the odds of her wanting him to stay were statistically low given every context, but he was most satisfied with sleeping on her couch for just one night to make sure she would be okay into the morning. And that’s how she found him, long body still on that couch as she fought off her pounding headache.

“You’re still here.” Opening his eyes again, Spencer could’ve sworn it was a painting, her body blocking the sun from infiltrating his vision again almost made her look like a heavenly being of biblical description, sunlight radiating out from behind her like a golden aura. Sitting up, he tried to meet her eyes, which were closed as she rubbed at her temple, trying to numb the headache that wouldn’t pass.

“Yeah…” Unsure of how to really explain himself, he did his best as he stood from the couch then, careful to step around her. “wanted to make sure you didn’t asphyxiate by pulmonary aspiration or anything.”

“Well, thanks for that.” His arms were in the process of slipping into last night’s coat as she finally opened her eyes to look at him. Spencer saw how they were still just a bit puffy from crying last night but they were significantly clearer. Unsure of how to proceed, she sat on her couch, hand reaching beside her as her fingers felt the fabric of the cushion. Spencer couldn’t help but think of everything that had transpired in that spot last night. She slumped forward then, holding her head in her hands as her hair messily fanned over her.

“You should probably get some ibuprofen or acetaminophen for your headache. Especially if this is your first hangover. It should help with the pain.” Awkwardly standing by the end of the couch that was closest to the front door, he tried to think of more helpful advice that she would stomach hearing from him this morning. If she would let him, he would stay the whole day just to make her feel better.

“I actually wasn’t that drunk, by the time you came over… I think.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah I mean, I remember crying on your chest.”

“Do you remember what for?” Gently lowering himself to the couch cushion, he maintained sitting on the edge of his seat as he just watched her, trying to anticipate her needs in that moment.

“I-” Her mouth hung open before she looked over to him, then pressing her two lips together. Shaking her head, she leaned back on the couch, almost like she was waiting for him to tell her. “I want to start over.” The look in her eyes looked almost something like hope, but the insinuation of her words wasn’t something he was willing to ignore.

“I don’t. I don’t want to forget or hate you…” He let his hand reach near hers but she didn’t move, not a flinch or an inch closer. His pinky moved alongside hers but he didn’t push for anything more. “For what it’s worth,” the words caught in his throat and he wondered if it was his turn to asphyxiate on something, “I do still care about you.”

“Oh.” Was all she said as she kept staring at him. He leaned back on the couch now, their hands still near the other without touching, as they looked into another's eyes. They stayed like that, trying to see what the other wouldn’t say while also waiting for the next move that the other was too hesitant to make. The world seemed to still around them, souls in a quarrel that could only go one way. “Okay,” was what she finally said to pull them from their trance.

“Okay?” His mind was doing the thing again, after so long, where he was trying to anticipate her next move, but he was in uncharted territory. He didn’t know what to do. “What do you-”

“I want you to stay, Spencer.” The words registered in his ears and then traveled down towards his heart, where they settled against the muscle. Stay. What a lovely thought.

“Okay.” A smile had started to spread over his lips again. It had turned into her smile, an expression he only ever wanted to share with her. He hoped it would be as radiant as the morning sun, or even as radiant as he knew she could be, but there would never be anything brighter than her.

He had never needed space from her and he never wanted to feel that void again. Spencer would be caught in her orbit for as long as she would allow it.

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Thank you for reading!

Originally written: June 4, 2023

[withered--s0uls]

OKAY, I think I'm done for now.

@electrozeistyking and I a little while ago talked about how GD!N would react to DAS!Cyn. They went on about in a reblog but basically he would be extremely happy bc DAS!Cyn is a separate entity to the Absolute Solver, therefore meaning she's not the one behind everything.

So at first they probably both would be extremely happy. DAS!Cyn in her own AU upon meeting N first is absolutely terrified that he might hate her after everything the AS made her do. So the fact GD!N would react very positively to her presence would be a huge a relief to her.

Now, the issue is that the "Dormant" in "Dormant" Absolute Solver is in quotations for a reason. It simply lost interest in her as a main host / had no need for her anymore. It still has admin rights over DAS!Cyn and she still has a Solver Form. Though she doesn't use it by choice bc of PTSD triggers (until possibly a specific point in Ep7 but I'm waiting for ep8 to decide).

So yeah I think that would make both GD!N and DAS!Cyn kinda anxious to put it lightly.

(More Art and stuff under cut because this crossover has been living RENT FREE IN MY HEAD)

Also fun fact

@electrozeistyking has mentioned and shown Beanie finding comfort in the sound of her fathers core.

Well funny story.

DAS!Cyn always was comforted by her brothers core back at the manor, when they first reuite at the start of Ep6 and she sees DAS!Uzi summon her Solver wings and tail, her instinct is pressing closer to DAS!Ns chest for comfort. Her memories of the Solver features are very very blurry, but she is triggered by seeing them regardless.

I thought It was cute the girls have that in common, so I decided to draw them and GD!N sleeping with the girls having their heads close to his core :3

OKAY FINALLY WE GET TO THE DOODLE PAGE

I didn't feel like fully making these so they're sketchy doodles :"

The first two are based on Zeisty saying GD!N would probably pick DAS!Cyn up and spin her around. Also you probably noticed between this doodle, the first drawing & the Tiny!N & DAS crossover post, but DAS!Cyn displays flowers on her visor to emote happiness!

The 3rd and 4th are just random interactions between the kiddos lol. I feel like Beanie probably would be happy to have another Auntie, not to mention one closer to her age so they can do silly kid stuff together. DAS!Cyn... oh boy

She would feel a whole range of emotions; grief about missing so much of her brothers life (like he has a kid ffs), guilt and self blame after finding out what happened to Uzi (she blames herself for everything the AS caused, even tho she never agreed to it) which might end up in a "slight" breakdown, anger at the AS for causing GD!N that kind of pain and eventually once she processed all those emotions she probably would be excited to get to know Beanie. Like!! Imagine finding out you have a little Niece!!

She probably would struggle to easily keep up with Beanie bc she still has motor issues like in canonverse so she's a little slower, so it'd be mostly her trying not to fall over her own feet whilst being dragged around by an excited toddler who probably even with child lock is stronger than her lmao.

Also I drew DAS!Cyn in an alternate outfit bc I wanted to actually kinda show the oil reserve canister,,,

Ok wanting to respond to the hashtags specifically bc :)) yay

Also ig this is some DAS lore fact drops lol

Yeah, DAS!Cyn kinda didn't take it well either when she first realized the AS technically can still take over if it really wanted to after she transferred bodies in an attempt to escape. Imagine getting your core nearly crushed in an attempt to flee from robo satan just to find out entity STILL can use you for their bidding. Like!!! Damn that's not fair the kid nearly fucking died trying to break free!!!

DAS!Cyn definitely would want to spare Beanie the horrors too. DAS!Cyn herself is mentally like 7-10/11 at best 6-9 at worst -- despite kids usually just saying whatever comes to mind, she repressed most AS related stuff for a reason, she definitely wouldn't share what she knows with her newfound niece

I feel things would be either super great and happy or super traumatizing depending on when in the timeline we throw DAS!Cyn at them. If she's there during ep 6-7? Oh boy. Oh no. DAS!Cyn & DAS!N have an exchange during Ep7 that would not go over so well if it was GD!N in DAS!Ns place, because it would be awfully similar to GD!Uzis death -- she doesn't die, because DAS!N can't get himself to shoot with her being so close to the AS, despite her literally shouting at him to do it and that she won't be angry, that'll be fine. -- yeah I don't think GD!N would handle that well 😭 Zeisty feel free to get the angst train rolling if you wanna add your two cents on how that'd go over -- any point before that? Probably fine. Post S1? I'd imagine also fine depending on what Ep8 throws at us (except like... look at ideas list for more info*)

I'll assume that'd be Beanie reacting to seeing DAS!Cyn having the Solver tail and possibly the glitching Solver symbol in her visor. Yeah she definitely would try to play it off and go try and hide somewhere until she can get it under control again. High stress or negative emotions causes her Solver to act up (unrelated to the AS, just her own Solver form without the entity controlling anything!!) So what I said above to her reaction to the news of GD!Uzi being dead? And possibly finding out the reason why? Yeah that might trigger her tail and wings to pop out and her to basically be reduced to a hyperventilating ball on the floor because of proceeding to blame herself for all of GD!Ns suffering due to thinking the AS actions & it being a danger are her fault

Other things I kinda wanted to doodle but didn't for now, might do at a later point;

Cyn still has a Solver Core, which is the same as a DD core (except smaller lol). So I was playing with the idea of Beanie noticing that her core sounds different from GD!Ns due to hers being severely damaged and actively leaking after the AS attempted to crush it during the body transfer. DAS!Cyn then trying to play it off

Some kind of acknowledgement of the Oil reserve canister on DAS!Cyns back, it was made by Tessa before the AS did the medurder and stuff. It's supposed to help keep the Solver in check by preventing overheating, hence why its directly connected to her chest where her core is

There was something else but it slipped my mind

Smth I'm not gonna say publicly for now until Zeisty posts something about it and/or eventually posts the chapters bc I don't want to spoil esp not bc it isn't my place to :" (if you're curious, Zeisty, lmk I can tell you in VC or DMs lol) but it partly would possibly be related to the 1st idea listed

* I have an idea for what happens to Cyns original body (the one the AS uses & that wears Tessa) post Ep8 IF Ep8 let's me do it that is. I think it could be fun to crossover that idea bc of GD!Ns ghost sight.... tho it definitely also would be fucking stressful and trauma inducing bc Solver stuff sooo yeah rip (again, if you want I could elaborate in vc or DMs on this bc I want to first wait and see what the season finale brings before I do anything "official" with this)

GD!N reacting to the information that DAS!Cyn canonly shot "Tessas" gun at the AS (well technically at its tentacles. Point being that kid fired a gun/knows how to use one) -- which again could be very interesting if we were to toss them into the same Ep7 bc that's when she does it

Possibly GD!N finding out ab the scars/cracks surrounding DAS!Cyns core bc,,, yeah

Anyways uuuhh heightbsheet bc I'm 99% sure I drew stuff inaccurate

These were actually so fun to draw and think & talk about. I'll post the GD x IC crossover once I'm done with that (yes, yes there is more than what you already saw Zeisty. Not much more but more nonetheless)