#fun fact. if you say great enough times you might just start to believe that it actually is!

[samanthamulder]

EVIL — 3.01 The Demon of Death

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Okay this is my first time asking for a one shot so I hope this makes sense. Okay how about Farleigh and reader aren’t close friends but they are close like behind closed door (if you know what I mean) and like reader is sensitive. So one day Farleigh makes a joke about her without noticing she is there and like hurts her feelings. Like does that make sense obviously you can ignore this if you want. But you if you could write about the part where he is apologizing to her (smut will be great honestly), but you do whatever you want.

sorry this took so long - i promise i'm working through all the lovely asks you guys sent me, it's just taking a minute (school and shit, you know)

anyways!

I'm Sorry (In Not So Many Words)

Farleigh Start is a lot of things. At first glance, a stuck up bitch, but that’s only the first of many layers. He’s wicked smart when it comes to literary analysis, can write an argumentative essay like nobody’s business, and breezes through books faster than anybody else you know. He’s funny in a bitchy kind of way that’s distinctly American and not to everyone's taste, but definitely to yours. He’s fashionable to a fault - a bit of a diva, truly - but on more than one occasion has held your hair back so you can vomit vodka into the toilet. He always has enough weed or coke or acid tabs to share and always has extra room in his dorm for you to crash if you’re too high to get home. He’s mean and nice at the same time, and to most people, it’s confusing. But not to you. 

To anyone else, you’re friends. Barely friends, even, connected only by the fact that Felix and Annabel are kind-of-sort-of a thing. You would have never have even met him if Annabel hadn’t dragged you into Felix’s circle, but you’re glad that you did. It’s fun, finding excuses to get each other alone, patting concealer over hickeys you’re not ‘supposed’ to have. And he’s nicer behind closed doors, when he’s not putting on a show for his cousin. You might even go as far as to say that he’s sweet, when it's the two of you alone. Of course, you’d never tell anyone - not that anyone would believe you, either. 

So when you overhear Felix ask Farleigh if he’d ever consider going out with you to double date with him and Annabel and he laughs, an icicle shoots through your heart. It’s condescending, his laugh; it’s you’re kidding and I would never and you can’t be serious all at the same time, and it shoots through you like a bullet. 

You don’t show up to Kings Arms even though Annabel texts you that that’s where everyone is, instead holing up in your room, the sound of Farleigh’s laughter banging around in your head. You don’t know what the truth is. Has he just been leading you on this whole time? Pretending to like you for… what? It can’t be sex, he can get that with other people, it can’t be drugs, he always supplies them, it can’t be money either… but the way he laughed, like it was so ludicrous that he would ever consider going on an actual date - a double date, even, which is really only half a date - with you. And to think that you liked him. Even just as a friend. Maybe you were wrong to think that his bitchiness was a front - maybe that’s just who he is. Maybe you were wrong to think that he was anything else. Maybe-

A gentle knock at your dorm door interrupts your spiraling, and you get up from your bed, padding across the room to look out the peephole, and find a familiar puff of curls. You’re opening the door before you can really think about if you want to see him right now, just out of habit. 

Farleigh smiles at you, and breezes into your room like nothing’s wrong. “Did I leave my grinder in here?”

“I don’t know.” You say, closing the door and retreating back to your bed, watching him sort through the things on your desk, looking for the little blue grinder he keeps with the rest of his weed supplies. He sorts through your things like they’re his - and if you’re being honest, some of them are. Over the course of the semester, the line between what’s yours and what’s his has blurred significantly. 

He turns around at the sound of your voice, peering down at you. “What’s wrong with you?” It’s teasing and sympathetic at the same time. 

“Nothing.” You shrug. “I’m just not feeling well.”

He squints, moving from the desk to sit down on the bed next to you. “Uh huh.”

You’re really not in the mood for him right now. “Fuck off.” Why should you give him the time of day when he was so rude behind your back? You don’t really want to tell him off to his face - he’s quick as a whip in an argument, you’ve seen it firsthand - but you really, really, don’t want to see him right now. 

He laughs, sharp and surprised. “Wow.” He says. “What?”

You roll your eyes. “What, what?” You mock him. You know you’re being childish, but you don’t really care - it was childish of him to laugh. 

He rolls his eyes back at you. “What’s your problem?” He asks. “You were perfectly fine earlier, did I say something?”

“Obviously.” You say.

He waits for you to keep going, but you don’t. “You’re not going to tell me?”

“I heard you and Felix.” You snap. “Is the idea of actually going on a date with me in public, with other people, that fucking funny?”

His face shifts into something you don’t recognize. “I-”

“If you don’t want to do this anymore, you should just say so.” You keep going. “I thought that we were actually, I don’t know, friends, at least. Call me crazy but I felt like I actually knew you, and actually liked you.” You laugh. “I just-” You pause. “Nevermind. I guess I was stupid for thinking that it went both ways. I guess I shouldn’t have, I mean, I was watching you do this same shit to other people, I don’t know why I thought I would be different-”

“I wasn’t laughing at the idea of going out with you, I was laughing because there’s no way in hell I would ever go on a double date with Felix and Annabel. They’re fucking insufferable as is.” He interrupts you, placing a hand on your cheek and turning your face so that you’re looking at him. “Did you really think I was laughing at you?”

“I wouldn’t have been so pissed off if I didn’t think you were.” You say, not quite sure whether to believe him or not. “But-”

“I’ll take you out.” He says it casually, thumbing over your cheekbone. “Just us. We can go get dinner at that new place by the pubs. If you want.”

All of the anger and doubt that had been piling up on your chest is suddenly lifted. “That sounds great.”

“Cool.” He says, grinning, his hand still caressing the side of your face. His fingers trail down the side of your neck and then he’s cradling your head, pulling you closer to press his lips to yours - softly, gently. It’s an ‘I’m sorry’ in fewer words, but you know him well enough to read it as an apology. 

You kiss him back, pouring your sorry back into him. You shouldn’t have been so quick to assume that he was laughing at you, you should have had more faith in the fact that companionship is a two way street - he seeks you out as much as you do him. It’s mutual, and in the heat of the moment, you had forgotten that. Sweeping your tongue into his mouth, you smile against his lips when he sighs into the kiss. 

He pulls away so that his lips are just brushing yours. “Let me make it up to you?”

“You don’t have to.” You say, leaning back as he gently pushes you down on the mattress. “It was really my fault, I misunderstood-” 

He noses down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as your back hits the mattress. His curls tickle your skin as he works down your collarbone, rucking up your shirt so that he can kiss down your stomach, looking up at you through his lashes as he does. Butterflies swirl in your stomach as he kisses over the skin. “Farleigh-”

“What?” It’s teasing and playful as he sits back on his heels to thumb at the waistband of your pants. He drops his voice slightly. “Can I?”

You nod, and he dips his fingers below your waistband, gently pulling your pants down to your ankles. You kick them off the rest of the way as he leans back down over you, holding your eyes with his as he noses between your thighs. You suck in a breath as his tongue makes contact with your skin, and a bolt of pleasure shoots through you. Your tip your head back against the mattress as he starts to work his mouth over you. He knows how to use his tongue - there’s a reason there’s a rumor about him sucking teachers off - and he puts it to work right away, diving in like he’s hungry for it. 

“Oh fuck-” You wind your fingers into his curls, tugging at the root. He moans into your skin, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. It’s good - it’s always good with him. That’s another thing about Farleigh - you can always trust him to actually get you off. Unlike most of the other guys you’ve been with.

But you feel a little guilty that he thinks he has to make it up to you, when you were the one who didn’t bother to ask him what he meant. If anything, you should be sucking him off. Tugging more insistently at his hair, you pull him up to latch your lips together in a kiss, licking yourself off his skin. He pants against your lips. “Why’d you stop me?”

“I want you to fuck me.” You say. That way it’s even, that way, you’re both getting to enjoy yourselves. 

“Fuck. Okay.” He shucks his trousers and boxers down in one motion, kicking them down the bed. He’s already hard - but he usually is, after burying his head between your thighs - and you don’t hesitate to reach out and stroke him a few times, watching his face change into that almost pained look he gets when you fuck him.

You line him up, brushing his skin against yours, and watch as his eyelids drop to half mast as he pushes in. The stretch just borders on the edge of too much, but the groan he lets out distracts you from the sting. He always sounds so pretty when you’re like this, tangled up in the sheets of your too-small dorm room bed. You wind a hand into his hair and pull him down into the crook of your neck so that you can nip at his earlobe as he starts that slow, delicious grind you’ve come to associate with him. 

He sinks his teeth into the skin of your neck, gently biting over a hickey that he left only a couple days before, refreshing the mark as he muffles a groan. You trail your lips down the shell of his ear until you find his neck again, doing the same. His hips stutter into yours as you suck at the tender skin of his neck, and you smile. Even though he’s on top, he’s still putty in your hands - or mouth, really.

“Farleigh.” You whisper against the mark you just left.

“Mm, what?” He nips at your collarbone.

“Switch with me.” You say. “Let me on top.”

He laughs, a breathy thing that borders on a whine. “I’m supposed to be making it up to you-”

“Which is why you should let me on top.” You say. 

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you-”

“Please?”

His hips stutter against yours again, and that's how you know you’ve got him. He pulls you tight to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, and rolls across the mattress until he’s flat on his back and you’re straddling him without ever pulling out. Sitting up, you take in the sight of him, pupils blown wide, lips still slick with spit, a blooming mark peeking out from behind his ear, and plant your hands on his chest for leverage as you start to bounce. 

He grins, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth to muffle the moan that forces its way out of his chest as you work yourself up and down his cock, his hands finding their place on your hips, fingers digging into your skin. You purposefully scratch your fingernails down his chest to watch him squirm, and he uses his grip on your hips to fuck up into you, to watch you falter. It’s a fun game that you play, who can make the other keen and whine more, made even more fun by the fact that more often than not, you win. 

“Fuck, fuck-” Farleigh rasps, his grip tightening as he takes over your bouncing for you. You let him move you at his own pace, able to tell just by the way he whines that he’s close. He throws his head back and you watch his stomach tighten as he lets out a long groan. His whole body tenses, and then stills. You wait for his eyes to flutter open before you start bouncing again. 

He gasps, a high pitched laugh leaving his lips. “Shit-”

“I’m almost there.” You say, watching his face as the coil tightens in your gut. 

“Take your time.” He says, panting. “I’m good.”

He always says that, but you know it’s only a matter of time before it’s too much and he starts to grit his teeth. You know what it’s like - you’ve been on the other end before, already came but Farleigh’s still fucking, the drag growing more overstimulating the longer it goes on. So you bounce faster, focusing on the way he looks underneath you, debauched and panting, eyes half lidded as he watches you go up and down, sweat gathering in the hollow of his neck. God, he’s so beautiful. 

“Ah-” 

You shake apart on top of him, and he catches you as you slump down onto his chest, arms wrapping around your middle. You nose into the crook of his neck with a sigh, contentment washing over you. “‘M sorry.”

“For what?”

“Being stupid. Thinking you were laughing at me. Sulking about it.” You say, pressing a kiss to the warmth of his skin. 

“‘M sorry for making you think I was laughing at you.” He says. 

You sigh. “We’re good?”

“We’re good.” He says. You can hear the smile in his voice.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕙𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ hi there, blade, jing yuan, welt and dan heng with a teen reader thats like nene kusanagi? :)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hey hey! And omg yes of course! I love the crossover I get from pjsk and hsr honestly ^^ So hopefully you'll like at least a bit what I wrote!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

✧ Dan Heng honestly liked your shyness, you were like the only person on the Express who didn't chat that much so he found your presence quite relaxing

✧ but if you fine silences uncomfortable, he won't force moments when you two just sit next to each other silently and relax after long day

✧ bur silence is quickly broke by you playing your games and he realizes he was wrong... you're still not this bad but when your cheering gets louder within every day, it really makes him reconsider his thoughts

✧ it certainly takes him some time but believe me, he can get used and learn how to ignore your cheering, so he's back at finding your presence relaxing

✧ he doesn't mind your sharp tongue at all, in fact he's happy you can stand up for yourself- what do you mean it's only towards people you're comfortable with?!

"Eh... they want vanilla cupcake. What? And with sprinkles... Can't you really say it yourself? You were confident enough to insult someone's whole life in there shooting game of yours."

✧ that certainly surprises him but he realizes that when someone insults you irl, he'll have to be the one to step in...

✧ he doesn't mind your passions but be he's not necessarily interested in trying them out either... he just sort of accepts it like a hobby of any other

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

✧ Welt is definitely trying to be supportive and he doesn't mind your shyness a bit, he finds it adorable and it makes him somehow hopeful you won't cause troubles despite being a teen on express

✧ but once you get comfortable and he hears how emotional you can get during your games? He's on...

✧ you know how parents always say "it's because of your phone"? Yeah it's him... but he just applies that to your mood swings and sharp tongue, and nothing irrelevant like stomach pain!

"Watch tour language. I understand they made you mad but you stiill shouldn't say things like that. How about you take a break? Himeko just made tea."

✧ at some point, he probably tried giving you screen time limit but he can't be too strict... so unless you're troublemaker, you'll get past few additional hours

✧ he finds it curious how your personality switches depending on how comfortable you are, but he figures out why it happens pretty quickly

✧ he'll gladly take you with express on any exploration so you can slowly get more courageful, but if you'll prefer to stay in with PomPom and probably Dan Heng too, he's not gonna force you

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@vodka-glrl - come get your father of the express!

✧ Jing Yuan is pretty interested in your personality and passions if being honest

✧ he didn't mind your shyness and when you started being playfully salty? He saw it as a little gift of seeing your real self after hard work of gaining your trust

✧ he doesn't mind speaking for you, he'll even lens you his ear what you want to say and he'll repeat it

"You know I don't mind you hiding behind me. But I'll have to ask you to not pull my hair, please?"

✧ also, he never takes your remarks too personally, he appreciates the friendly critique and knows that you're just being playful teen

✧ he loves listening about your games, movies and so on! In fact, he even asked you if he could watch or play a bit

✧ he's not great at gaming but with you carrying him, you still rarely loose and both of you have fun because somehow, Jing Yuan finds weirdest buts and easter eggs while wandering around

✧ he knows someone in Xianzhou who may share your passion for games... so he uses that to get you some new friends and hopefully to open up to more people

✧ that's really the only thing he might push you forward to, if you have trouble making friends, he has no problem with helping you find the right people

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

✧ at first you were nothing like Silver Wolf to Blade, but after he saw how competitive and honest you can be... he finds so many similiar traits between you two

✧ you mean games made you so salty? What's going on with kids these days...

✧ but in the end, he couldn't care less as long as you worn annoy him

✧ and luckily for him, you're still rather shy so his intense gaze seems enough to make you go away and he'll use that fact

✧ but when you start getting more comfortable around him and Stallaron Hunters... he realizes it's not so easy anymore...

✧ you're not necessarily bothering him but he can hear your insults and remarks on his persona when you talk with Silver

✧ instead of 1 game fanatic who screams, yells and cheers after every victory or death, now he has to deal with 2... great.

"Keep it down you two. Don't forget where you are and what's our mission. Just because we're having a break doesn't mean you should give away our hideout. Because I can promise, I won't save you when enemies come."

✧ he really feels more on neutral end to you tho... you may talk behind his back and cheer and so... but you never tried forcing him into games he didn't like

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@vodka-glrl - come get your cold man!

[bunitivity]

Sanji hemming and hawing to himself about his sudden inexplicable crush on Usopp in the kitchen late one night only for Luffy to walk in on him and hear everything. And he’s like great now everyone is going to know and tries to threaten him into silence despite knowing full well that Luffy cannot keep a secret to save his life. And Luffy is like relax I would never tell on you and I can keep a secret as long as no one asks point blank and who in the world would even ask him something like that if ever lol.

“Sometimes I forget that you can be mature sometimes.”

“Thanks.” Luffy grins as he picks his nose.

“You’ve the grossest man I’ve met.”

Luffy just laughs.

This turns into Sanji now confiding in Luffy about all his love troubles big and mundane whether it be about the fact that he accidentally brushed fingers with Usopp or some other lovesick Sanji nonsense. Luffy is not thrilled at first because of his short attention span and restless energy but fortunately Sanji quickly figures out just how to keep him around long enough to get things off his chest with just the right amount of finger foods.

So it starts with Luffy just sticking around just for the food and then because there’s something so fascinating endearing even about seeing Sanji actually in love. It’s so different from the way he usually fawns over women. So much more vulnerable and earnest and Luffy can’t just look away. So much so he even sticks around after Sanji has stopped feeding him snacks which is his usual signal that Luffy can go now.

He also finds that he really really likes hearing about Usopp through Sanji’s eyes because he’s usually right and true. Usopp really is the most amazing most perfect person ever. And he tells Sanji as much. Talking about the things he personally likes about Usopp. “I just really like his laugh and making him laugh and stuff like that.”

Sanji stops cold.

“Wait are you in love with him??”

Luffy’s first answer is “No” then “wait” then he thinks about it for a few seconds and goes “oh yeah I guess I am.”

“You guess??”

“Never really thought about it before.”

Sanji puts his head on the table. “I cannot believe this.”

Luffy blinks dumbfounded still licking his empty plate. “Hwat?”(what?”)

“I cannot believe you would do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“I trusted you!”

Now Luffy is truly and well lost. “Sanji?”

“Do you even know what any of this means?”

Luffy knows nothing. “I don’t think I understand anything.”

Sanji whips up his head to glare at him. “That means we’re love rivals!”

Luffy frowned. “You mean like you and Zoro?”

“No! God forbid! What I mean is that we can’t both like Usopp!”

”Why not?”

“Because he can only like one of us obviously.”

Luffy frowns. “Says who?”

“Says everyone!”

Luffy just wrinkles his nose and picks the crumbs off his plate.

“Which means!” Sanji continues. “That we can’t have any of these secret rendezvous anymore since we’re enemies now.”

“Nooo! But I love my little secret snack time with Sanji! They’re always so fun!”

Sanji’s heart gives an involuntary skip but then he twists his lips. “You’re just saying that because I always give you food.”

“That’s true but-“

“Get. Out.”

Then he very unceremoniously kicks Luffy out of his kitchen.

They don’t spend time apart for too long because Luffy is a fucking pest who won’t leave him alone and he plays dirty by sending Usopp as an intermediary to fix things between them and how could Sanji say no to him? (he does very loudly and harshly at first just to waylay any suspicions that he might be soft on him before folding almost immediately after). He might also have missed Luffy’s company just a tiny bit but he would sooner fall on one of mosshead’s stupid swords than admit to any of that.

Now that they know they’re both in love with Usopp their little rendezvous changes from Sanji just one sidedly talking at Luffy yapping away about his feelings to Luffy actively participating. He doesn’t talk as much nor wax as poetically about all of Usopp’s virtues like Sanji does but he does learn a lot about Usopp through him. The more childish and rambunctious side that Luffy brings out whenever they’re together and just falls that much more for him.

Also seeing the usual very unaffected and confident Luffy so aware of his feelings(and blushing! Something he never thought would ever see) just plucked on his heartstrings. Spending time with his quote unquote love rival turned out to be a lot more fun than Sanji could ever have anticipated.

There’s an easy camaraderie underlined by something more as they fall back into their old routine. Expanding beyond their(Sanji’s) hopeless romance. Just growing closer and becoming more fond of each other.

But then everything comes crashing down all at once.

Sanji is just watching them one day. Luffy and Usopp being chaotic and fucking insufferable. He sees the way Usopp’s eyes shines and the way he smiles at Luffy and realizes oh he’s in love with him.

Sanji knows he should be happy for him. He knows Luffy would be if the shoe were on the other foot. But he just can’t. He feels utterly betrayed and so fucking devastated and Sanji just hates him. Any fond feelings that he might have been growing for his captain shrivels up and dies.

Luffy is surprised when Sanji suddenly shuts him out of nowhere. He can tell it’s way worse than it was last time but at least last time he had known why Sanji had been pissed at him. Last time he was at least talking to him if only to tell him to fuck off. Now there’s just this veneer of professionalism as Sanji keeps him at arm’s length as if they’re nothing more than captain and cook. Acting as if he’s nothing more than a subordinate who just works for him. Calling him captain in that cold and detached way and never by his name. And Luffy hates it.

So of course he has to confront him about it.

It takes a lot of cajoling to get it out of him but Sanji eventually gives and lays into him about his absolute betrayal and cusses him out for getting ahead of him and making him look like a fool because he might not know but Usopp was definitely in love with him. But then he sees the look on Luffy’s face and something in Sanji just breaks. 

“You knew.” Luffy tries to look away but Sanji pushes. “You already knew he liked you.”

Luffy finally looks at him grimacing. “Why does it matter?”

Oh that hurts. 

“Because that means that you two are going to date now and there won’t be any room for me.”

“No!” Luffy looks aghast and tries to reach for him and Sanji flinches away. “There’s always going to be a room for you!”

There’s something about the way he says that that has Sanji’s heart seizing up but surely not?

“Luffy do you…like me?”

And then he smiles like Sanji had hung all the stars in the night sky and Sanji has to clutch his chest to prevent his treacherous heart from bursting free and leaping right into Luffy’s thieving hands. Fuck.

“Of course.”

“And not in a friend way but-“

“Sanji.” He stills him so easily with just the strength his voice and a gentle hand on his cheek. “I love you.”

Hearing him actually say it does unimaginable things to Sanji’s heart he might actually keel over and die.

But then he remembers and he retreats from Luffy’s hand. “And you love Usopp.”

“Yes I love all of you. Sanji, Usopp and Zoro.”

“Zoro? Zoro?? Where the fuck did Zoro come from???”

Luffy gives him a funny look. “Zoro has always been there.”

“You can’t-you can’t just do this-date all of us at the same time!”

“Says who?”

There’s this question again. Does he really think he can just do whatever he wants whenever he wants? Of course he does. It’s Luffy.

“Because then it wouldn’t mean anything. If you really love someone you would want them to feel special and loved. You would want to put them before anyone and anything. They should be your everything. There’s a reason people look for The One.”

Sanji doesn’t like the way Luffy looks at him. Like he’s seeing Sanji hadn’t meant him to.

Luffy shakes his head and is about to say something more bullheaded and untrue but Sanji can’t hear any more of this. Of his wild fantasies. He doesn’t like the way it gets his hopes up. It’s just cruel.

“Just choose me.”

“What? But what about Usopp and-“

“I’ll always love him but Usopp obviously doesn’t like me but you like me and I like you so-“

“You like me?” The dismay that had been slowly building on Luffy’s face is immediately washed away and replaced by that bright brilliant smile and Sanji can’t help but blush as he feels all that adoration suddenly shine down on him.

“Yes. So instead of all these needless complications and love triangles -love squares?- We should just keep it simple and date each since we already know that we like each other.”

All that adoration and fondness abruptly ebbs away and Sanji is left standing cold and adrift.

“But-“

“Luffy,” Sanji takes his hands and forces himself to look into his clear and steadfast eyes. “Just choose me.”

Sanji sees the indecision in Luffy’s eyes and knows. He could never choose just him.

What else could Sanji have expected from the man who took the world by storm. Who seeks to stand atop of the world. Luffy wants to be the freest man in the world of course he wouldn’t just settle for Sanji. No one ever does. It’s so arrogant of him to think he could ever deserve all of the love and the attention of the man who is destined to be king of the pirates.

So Sanji lets go and walks away.

Of course it’s in that moment that he walks in on Zoro and Usopp hooking up and just screams.

[heliads]

harry potter request!

well, can you please do one with Theodore Nott where he's grumpy with everyone, but he seems to be very humorous around the reader? like teasing her or doing something to get her attention bc they are rival academics? i would appreciate it! tysm.

sorry if it sounds confusing.

ok i've never written for theo before so i hope this isn't extremely out of character lol but it was fun!

masterlist

You are on the verge of greatness. Merlin, it’s so hard to focus on essays these days, especially with the weekend just around the corner, but you think you might manage it now. The words are flowing smoothly from your pen, plucked out of your mind like a fresh fruit and laid to rest on your parchment. You especially need your focus now, because your counterargument is looming around the corner and you haven’t quite got it down yet. This essay is due soon, too, so you really, really need your concentration–

And it’s gone, snatched away by the boy sitting behind you. Of all the places to study in the Hogwarts library, you’re not sure why he had to choose the table right behind you. Your backs are practically touching. It’s awful, and you certainly can’t pay attention to your thesis right now.

Vexed, you drop your quill pen with a clatter to the table and turn around so you can face the aforementioned boy. “Theodore Nott, you do realize that I actually need to be studying, right?”

Theo, as charming as always, just flashes you a smile. He’s already looking at you, forearm draped casually over the back of his chair. 

“Is that not what you were doing now? I suppose I’m confused as to why you’re suddenly addressing me.” He says.

You roll your eyes. “Because you haven’t been staring at me for the past half hour? I know you’re doing it, by the way. What could possibly be so entertaining about watching me scribble out an essay?”

Theo flashes you a bright grin, all sharp teeth and twinkling eyes. “Oh, nothing. It’s just funny that you think you’re going to get the top grade on that essay. We both know I’m far better at Transfiguration.”

You arch a dubious brow. “I’m sure you are. Didn’t I get an Outstanding on the last exam, though? As my memory serves me, you only got an Exceeds Expectations. That’s almost laughable.”

Theo doesn’t seem particularly fazed by this. Indeed, he only leans closer to you, gaze sparking as if you truly are his favorite form of amusement.

“Almost laughable? Y/N, my dear,” he says through lips tugged upwards, “I’m hurt. Truly.”

You laugh. “If I actually believed that, I would be out of my mind. Not unlike you thinking that my essay isn’t going to totally blow yours out of the water, by the way.”

Theo grins back at you. “I appreciate your confidence. It is terribly misguided, of course, but I’m glad you can keep your spirits up at a time like this.”

You give him a look. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Theo replies. “Absolutely. Positivity is important, but it will not save you from getting the second best score. That’s a proven fact.”

You strongly consider sticking your tongue out at him, but decide against it just in time. “Proven by whom? A certain Mr. Theodore Nott?”

He arches a brow. “No, although I’m sure he’s a very credible source. I’m talking about every class ever. I get it, you want to block that out of your mind, but the truth is the truth. I suppose I’m just too good.”

You open your mouth to argue with this, but you’re cut off by the ring of the bell signaling the end of study hall. You settle for a cross look, and start to gather up your supplies. Behind you, Theo pushes in his chair (as if he’s got any manners whatsoever, the git) and has the audacity to raise a casual hand in goodbye before he goes.

You watch him go with a purely irritated look, and find yourself surprised to notice that the corners of your mouth refuse to flatten out of a smile. It’s easy enough to distract yourself by pushing your quills and stacks of parchment into your bag, and once you head out of the library, you’ve almost forgotten the whole encounter. So you tell yourself, at least.

There’s somebody waiting for you just outside the library door, a dark-haired girl with her arms crossed viciously against her chest. 

“You were supposed to meet up with me fifteen minutes before study hall ended, you know,” she complains, “I’d like to know what happened to stop that from happening.”

You just laugh. “Come on, Pansy, that wasn’t my fault. I was trapped by a very irritating Theo Nott.”

Pansy Parkinson may be the scourge of all Gryffindors and the occasional Ravenclaw who’s crossed the line, but to you, she’s one of your closest friends. You’ve long since learned to disregard her sharp tongue, as most of her barbs aren’t meant to wound.

Still, to any stranger walking by, Pansy appears to be just as nettled as ever. “Theo, huh? How could he possibly get in the way? The guy refuses to talk to anyone he deems below him, which is basically everyone.”

You raise a brow, glancing over at your friend in bemusement. “Seems familiar, doesn’t it?”

Pansy rolls her eyes. “Oh, stop with the attitude. I’m just telling the truth. Theo is constantly in a foul mood, and he never talks to anyone unless he can help it. Of course, I have noticed him talking to you, though. Today is just another example of that.”

Pansy’s grinning rather triumphantly, which never spells good things for you. “What do you mean by that?” You ask, somewhat nervous.

Pansy just lifts a shoulder. “You know exactly what I mean. Theo doesn’t seem to hate you as much as he hates the rest of us. I’m just wondering why.”

You scoff. “As if. He spent the entire time today just trying to mess with me so I would screw up on my essay and he would get a better grade. Trust me, Theo dislikes me as much as the rest.”

Pansy doesn’t seem all that convinced, though. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Give me some time, I can prove it.”

That raises even more alarm than before, but Pansy refuses to clarify. Instead, she switches the topic to the latest Potions assignment, something you’re all too happy to talk about instead. The sooner Pansy forgets about this, the better.

However, in all the time you’ve known her, Pansy rarely gives up on an opportunity when it crosses her path. Thus, you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised when you find yourself discussing the same topic about three days later in Charms.

Across the room, Professor Flitwick is yammering about the spell you’re about to do, and Pansy leans over to whisper something to you.

“Look, here’s your chance to prove how Theodore feels. We’re supposed to practice this spell with partners, right? Watch this.” Pansy says, eyes bright with self justification.

You glance at Theo, sitting somewhat innocently across the room. Once Flitwick announces that it’s time to pick a partner, Pansy scampers over to Theo, smiling at him as if they’re the best of friends.

“Say, how about we work together for this spell? I think we would–”

Pansy is cut off by the iciest glare you’ve ever seen on a Hogwarts student. Although Pansy and Theo are both Slytherins and therefore at least partial allies, Theo’s supposed preferential treatment doesn’t extend to her. He shakes his head once, eyes cold.

“I think I’ll pass. Go chase down another unlucky soul, will you? I’d rather be by myself for this one.”

You have to fight back a laugh at Pansy’s irate look, but she just walks back to you as if she’s won. “See what I mean? Borderline cruelty, right there. Now it’s your turn.”

You shake your head. “Not a chance. He’s going to know what we’re doing, it’s pretty obvious. I think you’ve proved your point.”

Pansy, however, is not going to take no for an answer, especially not after being shut down by Theo so quickly. “You can’t back out of this now, Y/N. Go. Besides, if you don’t do it, it’ll basically be like you’re admitting I’m right and you’re too scared to ask him.”

That does it. You are a Slytherin through and through, after all, and that means your pride has a fair amount of say in what you choose to do. At last, you give Pansy a vexed look, then grab your bag and cross the Charms classroom.

Theo looks up when you slide into the seat next to him, but you don’t give him a chance to speak, already pulling out your wand and glancing up at the instructions Flitwick’s written across the board.

“We’re doing Incendio again? Didn’t we learn that years ago?”

Theo’s mouth is twitching into something that could almost resemble a smile. “I believe we did, but we keep forgetting it, so we get the reminder. What are you doing here?”

You toss him a bored look, as if surprised that he hasn’t already caught on. “I’m working with you on the spell, I thought it was obvious.”

Despite your supposedly cavalier attitude, your breath catches in your chest just slightly, waiting for the shoe to drop and Theo to dismiss you just as harshly as he did Pansy. You’re certainly expecting it, he teases you every chance he gets. Surely that doesn’t mean preferential treatment, right? Surely you can’t expect anything from him the way Pansy believes you will?

However, Theo’s surprised look just transitions into a slow and steady grin. “I should have known.”

“Yes,” you say briskly, “you should have.”

Your remarks are just a way of hiding your sudden relief, of course. Looks like Pansy was right. And, glancing across the room to where your friend is wearing a grin no less pleased than Theo’s, she knows it too.

During the entire class period, you can’t focus for a second. Thank Merlin the spell is one you’ve done before, as you don’t think you have the attention span to learn something new. All you can think about is that Pansy was right, Theodore really does seem to like you better than anyone else, even Pansy Parkinson herself. Why would that be?

You keep stealing glances at him, but Theo seems just as amused by the whole thing as you are. Does he wonder why you’re here? Evidently, it doesn’t seem to trouble him all that much or he would have been mean to you, too, but still. The fact remains that you have no idea how to behave around him. Seems like some things will never change.

Once the class ends, you start to leave as soon as you can, but a hand descends around your wrist, stopping you in place. When you turn back around, you realize that Theo is the one grabbing your hand, although you’re not sure that you mind it.

“Wait for me,” he says, “I want to know what’s going on with you.”

You do your best to not seem guilty. “What does that mean?”

Now that he’s certain you’re not going to try to lose him in the crowd (although it seems like a rather pleasant possibility), Theo lets go of your wrist. You’re not sure if that makes you more or less sure of yourself.

“You never sit with me in class, and certainly not during a partner assignment. Why did that change today?”

Theo asks it simply, but you’re not sure how you’re supposed to respond. How do you tell him that you only did it to prove to your friend, and perhaps even to yourself, that Theo likes you better than the others? You’d then have to explain why that matters so much to you, and you’re not sure that you want to get into that right now.

Still, it doesn’t seem that you’re going to have much choice. At last, you swallow the last of your misgiving and speak, using the clamor of everyone filing into the halls to mask your words from the general public.

“Why don’t you hate me?”

Theo blinks, surprised. “What do you mean?”

You gesture vaguely around the corridor as the two of you walk. “You joke with me and not with anyone else. Not even with the other Slytherins.”

Theo’s expression clears. “That’s why Parkinson came up to me during Charms, wasn’t it? The two of you were testing me.”

You respond quickly before he can grow too upset. “And we weren’t wrong, were we? All this time, I thought you just didn’t like me. Guess I was wrong.”

Theo glances at you, smirking slightly. “You thought I didn’t like you? You really couldn’t be more wrong.”

Your brow furrows. “What does that mean?”

His smirk grows, and a moment later, he’s pulling you into an empty classroom, taking advantage of the privacy to kiss you. The moment you realize what’s going on, he’s pulling away, but it’s still enough to make the ground swim beneath your feet.

“That’s what I meant,” he says. By all accounts, it’s a pretty good explanation. In particular, it’s one that you’re perfectly fine with hearing again and again.

harry potter tag list: @rogueanschel, @cameronsails, @neewtmas, @lovesanimals0000, @with-inked-solace, @sher-lokid7, @amortensie

[killerpancakeburger]

Bloody nose // Miguel O'Hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x female reader

Summary: You find out that your 14yo niece is spider-woman and are very pissed about her keeping it a secret from you. But as you're lecturing her, her boss from the spidersociety shows up. Needless to say you are not happy to see him.

Warnings: canon violence, swearing, mention of alcohol drinking.

Tags : comedy, action, slow burn, Reader has superpowers, but is neither a hero nor villain, BAMF!Reader, Reader takes no shit, Miguel takes a beating but he's fine I promise, no use of Y/N.

Words: 2539.

A/N: Haven't written fics in years and its my first time writing one in English so, uh, go easy on me i guess? 😅

The night was falling on New York. The booming laughs of your coworkers were resonating in the bar where you were spending your evening after work.

Being a bodyguard/security guard meant working in a field oversaturated with testosterone, but you made it work somehow. After all, a demonstration of your powers was always enough to deter any doubts on your abilities, and the rare stubborn ones left who harassed you about it were eventually convinced by a good beating. You quickly gave up on hiding your powers, since no one who saw you get shot and walk away with bruises would believe you were normal. But that's when NDAs came in handy. All in all, you liked your current company, your boss, and your teammates. To the point of spending time with them outside work, which meant a lot coming from you.

You're sipping your beer on a stool as usual, listening in on the conversations, when a notification makes you look at your phone. It's a text from an unknown number with a file attached. The text, laconic, says: "Thought you might wanna know about this."

When you recognize what's happening on the picture you received, you spit out your beer in shock and start choking.

"What the fuck!" You manage to groan.

Unfortunately your behaviour haven't gone unnoticed by your coworkers, and before you can say anything else, they start poking fun at you.

"What's happening to you? Can't handle your alcohol anymore?

"I know the beer is bad but its not that bad. You're gonna give the barman a complex."

"Did you receive a thirst trap or something?"

You do not grace them with an answer.

Beyond the good-natured mockeries, you see your closest colleague discreetly checking that you're not really choking to your death.

You have no time to lose. You finish your glass in one shot and gets up. Protests and falsely upset booing rise around you.

"It's way too early to leave!"

You cut short the argument with two words: "duty calls", which everyone of them know is code for “urgent private family matters”.

You grabs your leather jacket, your helmet, you dump a bunch of cash on the counter than is enough for your drinks, tips, and more, and you get out of here like the devil's on your heels.

Once outside, the fresh air helps to clean your mind. You take a deep breath before you start texting the number from earlier.

"Surely you wouldn't sent me this without coordinates?"

You can hardly stay still waiting, but the response comes up barely a minute later, with coordinates and a sarcastic message: "She's on top of an abandoned building of 50 floors. So have fun with that."

You swear at the new information. "Great! Just fucking great!"

You straddle your motorbike and take off like a shot. As you drive, the photo you received is stuck in your mind. Naomi, your 14 years old niece, wearing some kind of superhero suit, sitting carelessly on the ledge of a building. Between her recklessness and the fact that she kept being apparently a freaking superhero from you, when you've always been close, you feel your blood boiling. You imagine how the upcoming confrontation will go. Will she be ashamed? Panicked? Angry?

Not sticking exactly to the speeding limits has you right where you want to be in a short time. You inspect the building from outside. Abandoned means no electricity, and no electricity means no elevator for you... You leave your helmet and your bike behind. You assess the building, noticing large enough grips for climbing, and figure out how high you can get just by jumping. Then you walk backwards a few meters, take off running, gathering speed, and leaps as high as your superhuman body can. As soon as you reach the peak of your jump, you grab the closest ledge. Secure in your climbing, you start your ascension, going as fast as you can. Missing Naomi because you were too slow is out of the question.

You soon reach the top and dust yourself off a bit before going after your niece. The bright colours of her suit makes her easy to catch. You sneak behind her, ready to catch her if she falls, and calls her full name in a tone that betrays your frustration. You hate sounding like a parent grounding their kid – there are reasons why you’ve never had one after all –,  but it's too late now.

She has more or less the reaction you were expecting – she flinches hard, and turns to look at you with a melange of shock and horror that makes you feel like the Grim Reaper coming for her life. She puts a hand on the back of her neck in embarrassment, and offers you a smile that looks like a grimace more than anything else.

“Au-auntie… what… what are you doing here…?”

She lets slip a nervous little laugh as she gets up from the edge but keeps a distance from you.

You cross your arms and looks at her sternly, trying to communicate with your glare that she better not try to bullshit you.

“I’m the one who should be asking you that question.”

The grimace widens and she avoids your gaze. You notice beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Oh well it’s a funny story, see-“

“What the hell are you wearing? Are you trying to be a superhero?”

“I’m not trying-“

She seems insulted at the assumption, and regains a bit of confidence for the first time since you arrived.

“You really thought you could hide this from me?”

You are her only family member with superpowers, even if you never tried to be a superhero.

“Oh auntie, it’s not like that…”

She looks genuinely sorry, like she understood that you felt hurt by being shut out.

“Then what is it? I can’t believe you hid this from me. I’m not your dad. I wouldn’t have been mad at you. Did I make you feel like you couldn’t tell me?.”

You sigh and bow your head with a disappointment you can’t contain.

Naomi makes a step towards you, worry on her face, extending her arm like she wanted to comfort you.

“Listen, it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, but they made me promise not to…”

Your eyes open wide in horror and realization dawn on your face. Your whole body tense.

“They? Who the fuck is they? Are you being blackmailed?!”

You can’t help from raising your voice. Panic surges through you. You’re not one to lose your cool easily, but your niece is the exception to the rule. You’ve loved Naomi unconditionally since she came into this world. She could probably become a murderer and your feelings wouldn’t change. However, since her mother died – since your sister died –, she became the apple of your eye. You’ll be damned before you let anyone harm her.

Meanwhile Naomi panics too, but for what seems to be considerably different reasons. She grabs her hair and start walking in circles.

“Damn it! That’s not what I meant… I’m not supposed to… I promised I’d… Crap! Listen, I’m not being blackmailed, I swear!”

“Oh yeah? Then what-“

You’re interrupted by an incessant beeping that you quickly identify as coming from some kind of watch Naomi’s wearing. You narrow your eyes in defiance. You’ve never seen that thing before.

“What is that?”

Before you can finish, Naomi hurried to, quite uselessly, hide the watch behind her back.

“NOTHING!”

Another nervous laugh.

The beeping doesn’t cease.

You pinch the bridge of your nose with a mix of irritation and weariness at her shenanigans.

“Naomi. Whatever this is, make it stop.”

Reluctantly, Naomi brings the watch before her and pushes a button on the side of it. A flip screen deploys. Immediately, a male voice blasts from it. Its owner sounds riled.

“Naomi. I was expecting your report three hours ago. Explain yourself.”

 His commanding and uncompromising tone immediately rubs you the wrong way.

“Oh, hi Miguel… I just… uh… I’m about to send it, I just ran into some… trouble…”

You post yourself at your niece’s side and get a peek of  “Miguel”.

His striking red eyes are the first thing that catches your eye – you’ve never seen a hero with ones. Only villains. His face is broad, his features defined and his jaw unyielding. His thick, dark eyebrows are frown and his full lips aren’t smiling. Dark brown, pushed back hair that reaches the back of his neck frames a visage that must be pretty when not stuck in a perpetual expression of irritation.

Before he can formulate in response what obviously seems like criticism, you grab Naomi’s wrist, bring the watch closer to your face and articulate as clearly as possible :

“Consider this her official letter of resignation, dipshit.” You end the call.

Naomi instantly starts screaming in protest.

“Auntie! What the hell! Why did you do that!?”

“Is that fucker pressuring you? Who does he think he is, talking to you like that?”

“No! It’s not like that!” She sounds intent on defending that rude asshole. “He’s just… argh, I’m not supposed to tell others about the Spider Society!”

As soon as she finishes her sentence, she puts both hands on her mouth, as if it could stops her from blurting out more classified information.

“The Spider what?”

She shakes her head, mimicking the action of zipping her lips, and keeps a stubborn silence.

You roll your eyes at her childish antics and decides that enough is enough.

“I’m gonna get answers about this, whether you’re the one telling me them or not, are you aware of that?”

Silence. You put your hands on your hips and sighs.

“Whatever. I’m bringing you back home. And I’m telling your father about this.”

Suddenly her lips come undone.

“What! NO! Auntie, come on!”

You shake your head, implacable, and starts leaving, knowing she’ll end up following you anyway.

“This is not a negotiation, kid.”

“Nooo, you can’t do this to me! Please! He’ll ground me til adulthood! I’m begging yo-“

Naomi’s whining suddenly come to a halt as you start hearing some kind of… music? Coming from behind you.

*Spider-Man 2099’s theme starts playing*

[Insert "Why do I hear boss music?" meme.]

You turn around to see some kind of unstable orange-red hexagon floating over the ground and the man from the watch exit from it. You stay speechless, blinking in incomprehension.

“What the fuck.” You let slip under your breath. You’ve seen more strange phenomena than the ordinary mortal but this is something else entirely.

Unfortunately “Miguel” didn’t wait for you to come back to your senses and took advantage of your silence to start admonishing Naomi.

“Not only you let a civilian discover your identity but you showed them your watch? How much did you tell them?”

Miguel’s appearance seems to have turned your niece into a frightened mouse. She takes one step back for each he makes towards her, and you’ve never seen her so thoroughly shaken. Each words coming out of her mouth sounds like it’s tripping over her teeth to get out.

“I… I didn’t tell her anything… w-well I said the word Spider Society once but…”

Miguel grunts in frustration.

“ I knew it was a bad idea to take you in.”

You post yourself protectively in front of Naomi and are forced to note the size difference between him and you. He is massive. But you quickly pull yourself together – your strength always put you on top, even when your enemy had 30cm and 30kg on you. You narrow your eyes and throw a murderous glare at the man in costume.

“Leave her alone. She did nothing wrong.”

He immediately argues back.

“You-“

“I followed her here. There’s nothing she could have done to stop me.”

“Auntie has powers too”, pipes up Naomi behind you.

“Great, fantastic. Does that mean you’ll keep your mouth shut about this?”

You can feel your anger raising in your chest like a wave.

“There won’t be anything to shut my mouth about, because Naomi’s superhero’s business ends here and now.”

“But-“ starts Naomi.

“It’s out of question. This world needs a spiderman to protect it.” Announces Miguel like it’s law.

“Then find another spiderman!” you exclaim, exasperated.

“There is no other Spiderman.” He hisses back.

“Aren’t YOU a spiderman?” You gesticulate in direction of his suit.

He passes a hand over his face like explaining this to you is the bane of his existence.

“I’m the spiderman of Earth-928. There is no one else who can do this.”

“Tough luck.” You snap back. “My niece isn’t going anywhere.”

The tone between you two keeps raising, and soon you’re engaged in a shooting match.

“It’s not up to you. Her being spiderman is a canon event.”

You look at him like he’s insane – he must be.

“It’s a WHAT? No, wait, I don’t care. Deal with your own shit and leave my family out of it.”

You illustrate your words by shoving him hard in the chest, and he’s pushed back a few meters. His eyes flashes a bright, menacing red, and you swear he’s about to pounce on you when Naomi get between you two, arms outstretched in each of your directions.

“Don’t fight! We’re all on the same side!”

“He wants to use you!”/ “She can’t be reasoned with!” you both shout.

“The town needs me, insist Naomi in your direction.

You take your head between your hands.

“Can’t the town wait til your majority?”

But as the words leaves your lips, you already know how senseless they sound.

You sigh hard. Pinch the bridge of your nose. Knowing you are going to regret immensely what you’re about to suggest.

“What if I did it instead?”

“No.” reply instantly Miguel, a harsh expression on his face.

You roll your eyes. He could at least hear you out.

“Think about it for a second, smartass. I have had years to master my powers, contrary to a teenager. I have combat experience with both humans and supers. I’m a bodyguard. It’s literally in my job description to identify threats and neutralize them while protecting other people. I know how to work with a team and on my own. You won’t find a better recruit anywhere else.”

Never in your life you would have imagined presenting your resume to Spiderman, but looks like things are only gonna get crazier.

Miguel grunts, like agreeing with you was physically painful for him.

“Fine.”

“See, I knew we could come to a compromise!” Naomi beams. “Miguel is meaner than he looks, she adds to your intention. Well except for the time he threw a desk at me but-“

“He threw a WHAT at you?!” you scream in astonished rage. The fury who accumulated inside you all evening boils over.

“You fucking piece of shit!” You snarl at Miguel. He doesn’t have the time to react. You punch him in the jaw hard enough to send him flying through one, two, three buildings before you stop counting.

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Mc is actually nice for once

Lucifer:

who are you and what did you do with the real Mc

he will actually believe someone kidnapped you and is doing a very poor job in imitating you

or the world is about to end

he might act like he understands that you´re just trying to be nice but secretly he still thinks the world is about to end

I mean you made him coffee, kept his Brothers out of trouble, helped him with his paperwork and entertained Diavolo enough so he wouldn´t get dumb ideas

if the world isn´t ending and it´s actually you than the only other explanation is that you want something

I don´t think he will ever understand that you have the capability to be nice for once without wanting something in exchange

Mammon:

of course you would spoil the great Mammon I meant who wouldn´t want to!?

shut up the Great Mammon isn´t blushing!

of course the best help for him would be if his number one Human would help him pay of his debts

okay! okay! he got it you won´t help him with his debts, stop hitting him!

huh? you want to take care of him? in what way!?

oh you just want him to stay in your room while you gather his favorite things and only pay attention to him for the entire day? well sign him up!

Leviathan:

you got him the limited edition ruri-chan figurine!?

okay what are you planning? do you want something from him or do you want to make fun of him? you just want to be nice for a day?

lol and next your going to tell him hell pigs won´t eat him

huh!? you´re serious!?!?

he is blushing brighter than ever, you could almost think all of his blood went to his head

and that you told him you want to spend the day with him

this actually caused him to faint and he might have hit his head if it wasn´t for the fact you caught him

surprisingly this wasn´t the worst way one of your conversations ended

Satan:

how did you even find the book he wanted? it´s a first edition and has been out of print for centuries

not to mention the spells in there are illegal, which you know would make it hard for a Human with no connections at all to find in such a short amount of time

you know what he will just be happy about this and not question you

more importantly you even smuggled in a cat for him!?

no matter what you say he won´t let you take it back, it´s his now and fuck Lucifer he can see what happens when he tries to take it away

okay but you can stay with him, you know to spend time with the cat and not because he wants to stay with you for more time

Asmodeus:

of course you´re nice to him who wouldn´t… you aren´t planning to leave him, right?

of course he wasn´t worried! he just wanted to make sure

and not only that you even got him new clothes!

and even things he would wear, seems like your starting to develop a fashion sense and you even prepared a bath for him, how thoughtful of you Mc!

okay who are you and where is the real Mc? he knows that they would never do something nice without some hidden motives

but he might believe you if you joined him for his bath and kept your eyes only on him~<3

Beelzebub:

he loves you more than anything because not only did you cook for him but you also got food from Barbatos, Simeon and Luke

if he would die now he could die happily

only if he got to finish the food though, if he would die before getting to eat it he would haunt the House of Lamentation until the end of time

you also got a big hug from him, he actually held you so tight and long that you nearly fainted (it took a while for him to notice)

he also shared his food with you \^-^/

Belphegor:

you just got him a bunch of pillows, blankets and plushies and covered the entire attic in them

it looked so cozy you were worried that Belphie might just fall asleep as soon as he saw the attic

which would have probably happened anyway because he does use the attic as a napping spot often for some reason

as soon as he entered the attic he completely ignored everything but the bed

actually this wouldn´t be fair he immediately picked you up to use as his nap pillow

I guess it could be worse...

[oceansprompts]

marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 1

I will not be howling at the moon any time soon.

Have to say, for a haunted Transian Castle raised on the cursed grounds of Old Salem it's pretty cozy.

I really should up my homeowner's insurance.

You smell... wrong.

You know what they say. All work and no play... is how we ended up with Ultron.

We invented stealth.

I don't actually care, but they need to stop moping. So. Can they play with your dog?

Admit what? That I feel a sense of admiration and respect for a fellow teammate?

Yeah, I didn't figure someone so great and powerful would be into a book club.

You're hung up on the were-roosters... Alright, let's hear what you got.

Is this visit business or pleasure?

How’s your mental health? A good portion of this “darkness hunting” game is mental health and processing intense situations.

But, hell on Earth isn’t a garden stroll.

I’ve spent decades experimenting and putting it together. Any of ’em interest you?

I’m telling you. I don’t know what’s coming next, but I do know when the shit hits the fan with Chthon...

You’re acting like I did it for fun...

Comfortable? I’ll never be comfortable around that monster. . .

You’re turning out to be one of my favorite people. . .

Why do you think? They take vicious killers and present them as tragic and misunderstood.

It’s just... Off, somehow. I swear, the moonlight on a clear evening is too dim for this time of year...

Was your first thought about killing me?

What I’m asking is, if I lost control, would you stop me?

Let’s talk about how your mother just turned one of my best friends against us.

These people look to me for guidance, but it feels like I’m stumbling around in the dark.

Just the fact that you are willing to learn means you’re on the right track.

So how do I tell him I’m totally cool with being best pals without scaring him off...

It wouldn’t take many guards to secure the building. So the question is: What else are they doing in there?

It’s not big enough to swim laps. Its only real purpose is for lounging and soaking up the sun.

It figures she’d send you. Did she tell you I want nothing to do with it? Because I still don’t.

Every time I think I’ve got my mind wrapped around this conflict, I get thrown a curveball.

But right now? I want to let you know how proud I am to be serving alongside you and watching your leadership.

Maybe this is what we’re supposed to be doing, fighting an endless war.

What do you make of our chances to get out of this mess in one piece?

That’s an easy question with a complex answer. Tell me this–what type of leader would you follow?

I always did what I thought was right. No more, no less.

Well, not so much fish as that ginormous, invulnerable sewer monster that swallowed the Sanctum.

I’m told I can be rather persuasive when I need to be.

It’s all just starting to blur into one big giant green gamma mess…

I’m having it right now and-wait. I think… oh no. Did I feed my cat before I left?

Would you have been able to take the shot? Because I don’t think I could’ve.

I’m going to be up all night trying to make sense of it, see if it helps us find our way back into the Sanctum.

But the more I see him in action, the more I think he might be an okay dude.

I’m telling you if I have to spend one more hour scanning digital maps…

All you have to do is be ready to fight for what you care about when the time comes.

Yeah, I know. Nasty artifacts like that aren’t known for their safety features…

I have to admit, I don’t think you’d be such a formidable poker player. Yet another reason to respect you.

This is the life, licking it with the legendary Hero, and kicking said legendary Hero’s ass at a fighting game.

Believe it or not, I don’t have a lot peeps I can call friends, not close ones at least.

I feel like you get how just how heavy all that extra baggage…

Sadly, the sense of wonder eventually wears off like most things.

… Sorry if I’m ruining any romantic notions of space travel.

I’m not just my powers. Sometimes I like to take it slow…

I’ve tried blindfolds, facing away from the board, and one-finger throws. Perfect score, every time.

The forbidden nap, if you will. Mercenary work is a grab bag of awful stuff…

Because looking at it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I can play nice all day when we’re out there kicking bad guy booty…

Uh, haven’t you listened to anything I’ve said? Money!

I forgot. You aren’t as self-aware as I am…

Well, your friends have been avoiding me like the plague…

He waved goodbye and peaced out to live a life of solitude…

[luxaryllis]

Hope I didn't ask for another request too soon, but I saw that you write for Genshin Impact? Could you maybe do the dorm leaders from twisted wonderland reacting to mc with a vision?(Sorry I really love the dorm leaders.) Maybe Mc has a different vision for each dorm? And how would they react to what happens when someone loses their vision and how people get visions in the first place? (If you didn't know you lose your ambition and sometimes memories.)

Genshin!Reader with TWST Dorm Leaders

Note: Hi!! And it's alright haha; I'm sorry this took a LONG TIME to answer and post-

And yes, I do wrote for Genshin! And of course I can do that!! It took a bit of a while for me to choose an element per dorm, but all's well!! And yes, I know what happens when you lose a vision-

While I haven't been playing Genshin so much recently (experiencing burn-out), I do know majority of the storyline! I'm AR 53 in my main acc so I know a lot!

And my first Genshin request!! Yey!! I hope you all like this!! 💙💙

Also, please note that the personality/ies of each MC for each dorm will be based on what I think are the common traits for each vision. And for each Mc, I made it that they're used to fighting, like they have enough experience in a battle. But their backgrounds woun't be shown or mentioned, so you can fill those parts in however you want!

And since no one can have all visions at once, I'm going to assume that it's a different MC for each dorm or something, so yeah-

Heartslabyul - Hydro:

Riddle Rosehearts:

🥀 What do you think the world was thinking, putting a Hydro Vision with Grim?

🥀 There's just a bunch of "Vaporize" effects EVERYWHERE!!

🥀 The Welcoming Ceremony? "Vaporize"'d!!

🥀 And didn't the Dark Mirror say that MC has no magic?

🥀 Then WHY ARE THEY USING MAGIC RIGHT THERE, IN FRONT OF HIM?!?!

🥀 Yeah... the welcoming ceremony was full of mist.

🥀 Riddle also doesn't understand why or how this supposed "magicless" student can use magic

🥀 When the headmage had asked MC, they said "this isn't magic... this is my Vision.", gesturing to the strange blue gem on their person.

🥀 What do you mean "vision", that blue gem is where and how they see???

🥀 In the end, Riddle's questions end up ananswered, and a bunch of new questions pop up.

🥀 Someone pls help this boy 🤣🤣

🥀 He's just really confused now 🤣

🥀 Anyway, nothing much really happens.

🥀 I personally believe that most Hydro vision havers have some sort of sense of justice or have a certain TYPE of virtue with them or something similar (even Childe doesn't pick fights for fun; he just fights who he thinks is strong enough; though his mental stability is very questionable-)

🥀 So when Riddle gets mad at Ace because of the Mont Blanc incident, MC's "virtue senses" started tingling.

🥀 So, like the original MC, Hydro!MC also revolts against Riddle.

🥀 But, unlike the original MC, Hydro!MC would add in more comments about Riddle's horrible behaviour, which angers Riddle even further.

🥀 So yeah, plot goes on.

🥀 When MC finds out about Riddle's past, they feel rather... sympathetic... towards Riddle, but still believes that it doesn't necessarily fully justify his actions, nor does it put him in the right.

🥀 So yeah.

🥀 I headcanon that most Hydro-vision weilders are great thinkers or strategizers most of the time; like they can think pretty quickly and sharply. And most of them also do pretty good at playing in the background (similar to Kokomi, who doesn't exactly do much of the fighting (from the fighting) as she does more strategizing and healing in the beckground; and Xingqiu, who literally made an entire plan for the traveler and Paimon to fix the conflict of Chang the Ninth, and didn't ask or receive any credit, due to the fact that he did everything behind the scenes)

🥀 Or I might be overanalyzing-

🥀 But anyway, MC helps the ADeuce combo think of a plan and strategy for the duel.

🥀 It depends to you whether or not you want MC to think that ADeuce would win or lose against Riddle.

🥀 But anyway, plot goes on.

🥀 Again, Hydro!MC also revomts against Riddle, but this time, may have accidentally let it slip that they know about Riddle's past.

🥀 They also insult Riddle's mom.

🥀 ...and Riddle.

🥀 Yeahh....

🥀 That causes Riddle to ALSO insult MC and their parents/guardians.

🥀 Their reaction depends on you.

🥀 Riddle overblots and MC is actually the first one to start fighting it.

🥀 Because of their sense of justice and/or virtue, they just feel the need to get Riddle out of that horrible mindset he has.

🥀 So yeah! Also, since Riddle's Overblot's main attacks are mostly fire and/or grass, Hydro!MC does have a bit of an advantage.

🥀 Also a disadvantage, because there's mist all around now.

🥀 It's also probably flooding a bit-

🥀 Riddle VS Hydro!MC literally looks like 🌊🌊🔥🔥🌫🌊🌳🌳🌊🌊🌊

🥀 MC doesn't have to worry about accumulating blot, so they deal the most punches to Riddle's overblot.

🥀 MC is also the most experienced with fighting a bunch of strange stuff (like regisvines, hilichurls, mitachurls, lawachurls, etc), so they recover quite quickly when seeing an Overblot phantom or something pretty out of the ordinary.

🥀 So yeah! MC does help comfort Riddle.

🥀 They also apologize for insulting him and his mom, though they truly do mean what they said.

🥀 They admit that they may have gone too far with their insults and snide comments, though.

🥀 They also try help fix the dorm.

🥀 The hydro stuff they summoned during the battle also disappear, along with whatever weapon they were using.

🥀 Riddle (and the rest of Heartslabyul) are pretty fascinated by how the water and the weapon simply disappear to those pretty gold sparkles.

🥀 So during the Revenge Unbirthday Party, after the other Heartslabyul students run to chase Chen'ya out, they decide to ask MC about their world.

🥀 MC talks about their world, the visions, the 7 Archons, basically everything that they know.

🥀 They also explain that a person's vision represents their ambition; so when a person's vision is taken away, they also lose their ambition.

🥀 Riddle asks what happens to a person who loses their ambition/vision.

🥀 When he finds out about it, he's horrified. People lose their memories, and sometimes even get mental disorders?

🥀 When MC tells them about the Vision Hunt Decree in Inazuma, Riddle is reminded of what he did as a 'tyrant'.

🥀 MC mentions that the people here are very lucky that getting your magic disabled doesn't have much circumstances or go through any bad effects in this world.

🥀 And Riddle wholeheartedly agrees with that.

🥀 If MC is from Inazuma; and have been affected by the Vision Hunt Decree, be it by seeing a close one go through the consequences of losing their vision, or from seeing someone d*e at the hands of the Shogun or the Tenryou Commission, Riddle apologizes if his actions have caused any bad memories to pop up.

🥀 Afterwards, Riddle and MC often hang out.

🥀 MC also shows Riddle some cool and fun tricks using their Hydro Vision.

Savanaclaw - Dendro:

Leona Kingscholar:

🦁 Another disaster during the Welcoming Ceremony

🦁 Because Grim's flames keep burning MC's dendro attacks.

🦁 This causes a burning smell that Leona does NOT like.

🦁 It's too much for his nose.

🦁 And from my speculation (as we have NO released playable Dendro characters at the moment), Dendro-vision weilders would most likely be quite knowledgeable and possibly wise. Because the Dendro Archon is the God of Wisdom. So, for this, I will be saying that Dendro!MC is pretty smart and thoughful and pretty witty.

🦁 So luckily, for both MC AND Leona, they stop trying to help stop Grim.

🦁 How the hell does this herbivore have magic, when the Dark Mirror said that they DON'T have magic??

🦁 Another confused person.

🦁 But Leona's pretty quick to shrug it off and go about his life, thinking that the herbivore wouldn't be such a bother in the future.

🦁 HAH! BISH YOU THOUGHT!!!!

🦁 Anyway, when MC meets Leona in the Bitanical Garden, Leona (like he does with the original MC) sniffs them.

🦁 He notices that they smell a lot like plants. Their scent is very... nature-y. Not necessarily earthy, but close.

🦁 When he found out that MC was on the case of all the incidents and accidents going on, Leona also didn't think much of it.

🦁 What he didn't expect was for MC to LITERALLY walk up to him and CASUALLY ask him if he knew why no one from his dorm was getting injured.

🦁 Sh*t

🦁 Dendro!MC would definitely wonder why no one from Savanclaw was getting injured.

🦁 Plus, Jack mentioned that, "he probably won't get targeted".

🦁 So MC, being the smart@ss they are, goes to investigate Savanaclaw.

🦁 Leona replies that he doesn't know, and that the culprit might be too scared to mess with Savanaclaw.

🦁 MC refutes this, by saying that the culprit should have also been cautious of Diasomnia, Scarabia, and Octavinelle students too, as they are the most... calculating and most likely to get revenge.

🦁 Leona is now intrigued and interested in this herbivore; he thinks that they seem really sharp.

🦁 Leona then replies, "How would I know? I'm not the culprit."

🦁 MC is now absolutely sure that Leona is a suspect.

🦁 Before they could ask him to come with them (to interrogate him further), Leona adds, "What? If you really suspect that I'M the culprit, where's your evidence?"

🦁 This leaves MC quiet, and they leave Leona, frustrated.

🦁 After that, Leona makes sure that Ruggie is more careful with his "work".

🦁 But this does cause Leona to be a bit more daring at the same time.

🦁 As usual, plot continues, but MC is a lot more thoughtful; they even closely inspect the "crime scenes".

🦁 Plot goes on again.

🦁 Now, MC and Riddle's plan definitely OBVIOUSLY worked.

🦁 Also, MC definitely talks and critically criticizes Leona.

🦁 They mostly criticize his way of responding to a situation where he knows that someone is better than him.

🦁 They also comment on how f*cked up his life is, but the way he acts towards his life is probably even more problematic.

🦁 They don't talk about how he's the second-in-line; they know not to play with that part of his life.

🦁 Also because they don't know about his background yet.

🦁 Leona overblots

🦁 Again, Dendro!MC is quick to go up to Leona and fight his overblot.

🦁 The fight is normal, to be honest.

🦁 Except MC is in a bit of a disadvantage.

🦁 Since I see MC using their Dendro to capture people, like trap them, Leona would simply turn their attacks to dust.

🦁 So they're left with trying to affect him through making plants/flowers with strong pollen to disorient him.

🦁 It works; since Leona's a lion, his nose is quite sensitive.

🦁 Plot goes on.

🦁 I don't see Leona being someone who would willingly acceot comfort, and MC acknowledges that.

🦁 So they don't comfort Leona.

🦁 Instead, they ask him why he wants to be king so bad.

🦁 They also give him a bunch of questions to ponder over.

🦁 Like, "don't you want to be something else?", or tell him that there are other better options than being a king.

🦁 After that, Leona is a bit less hostile to MC; he is STILL wary, though.

🦁 He asks questions about MC world, though.

🦁 When he finds out about what hapoens to a person when they lose their vision, he's a bit more nonchalant.

🦁 Don't get him wrong, though.

🦁 He's pretty terrified at the thought of all those side effects.

🦁 He's also pretty glad that he isn't in MC's world.

🦁 But other than that, he's pretty chill!

🦁 He also plays Chess with MC a lot!

🦁 He thinks that they're a great opponent to go against.

🦁 Their scent is also pretty relaxing sometimes-

🦁 So he steals them away from whatever task to use them as his pillow.

Octavinelle - Geo:

Azul Ashengrotto:

🐙 Now, for Geo Vision wielders, I see them as people with a specific sense of duty and and perseverance; and are often great/recognized in what they do.

🐙 So I’ll be basing that on this MC.

🐙 Azul easily notices that this supposed magicless student has a very... calm and mentor-like aura/vibe to them.

🐙 When Grim causes fire everywhere, Geo!MC doesn’t stop Grim; but they create shields to protects everyone from the fire.

🐙 Azul also notices that the magicless student made certain... constructs? around the place.

🐙 What these constructs do is up to you-

🐙 Azul is now curious. 

🐙 The supposed magicless student actually has magic..

🐙 Perhaps the Dark Mirror was unable to detect magic from them?

🐙 However... shield magic and creating constructs are quite useful...

🐙 Perhaps they would be willing to make a contract with him?

🐙 *insert Azul's capitalism thoughts*

🐙 They could have other abilities that he could take advantage of too...

🐙 Coming back to the Octavinelle Dorm, Azul's thoughts were full of how he could possibly get MC and the new students into a contract with him.

🐙 MC seems like a very respectable person, so they might know what he's trying to do...

🐙 Or not...

🐙 Azul knows not to judge someone based on their cover or outward appearance, so he has Jade and Floyd observe spy on MC.

🐙 Before the Octavinelle Arc, Azul has always been trying to get them in a contract with him.

🐙 However, MC has a feeling that Azul's intentions aren't as nice as they seem.

🐙 So they're quite cautious and wary of him, and often dodge his attempts to capitalize on their talents and abilities.

🐙 They also can't help but think that there's more to this shady b@stard than meets the eye...

🐙 They volunteer to teach him how to use their weapon, though!

🐙 Unless MC uses a catalyst-

🐙 But other than that, they're alert around him.

🐙 When MC FINALLY appraches Azul about the jerk anemones, Azul is celebrating on the inside.

🐙 F*CKING FINALLY!!

🐙 Ahem!

🐙 Anyway, Azul puts in the contract, "The Ramshackle Prefect's Powers, Abilities, and Knowledge"

🐙 He put it in a small font.

🐙 He was half expecting, half not expecting that MC would fully read the contract.

🐙 MC does read the contract; it takes a while to do, though.

🐙 And SOMEHOW, MC finds the small fine print, and explains to Azul that it's impossible for someone to use someone else's Vision.

🐙 They also tell him that they CAN give him knowledge abouy their world, though.

🐙 Azul begrudgingly accepts and acknowledge this and takes off the part where it takes Mc's powers away, should they break the contract.

🐙 MC accepts the contract, after going over it a couple more times to check for any other rigged prints.

🐙 Azul fully expects that MC won't be able to complete the contract.

🐙 However, what he doesn't know, is that Geo!MC is very dedicated.

🐙 Once they start something, they WILL end it.

🐙 So, the plot goes on as usual.

🐙 When Azul realizes MC's plan, he's surpirised, but a small part of him was a bit satisfied.

🐙 Finally, a worthy opponent.

🐙 MC might have commented a bit on Azul's unfair scamming.

🐙 Azul interprets this as MC bullying him, which further brings him to overblot.

🐙 During Azul's overblot, MC was easily able to shield everyone from his attacks.

🐙 They also dealt quite a lot of damage to the Overblot phantom thing

🐙 When Azul wakes up, MC already has a few herbs or a potion to make him feel better from the pain.

🐙 When they confront Azul, they also comfort him a bit.

🐙 MC tells him that he doesn't have to prove anything; and that those bullies were kids.

🐙 Besides, people dislike or are afraid of anything/anyone they aren't familiar with.

🐙 This doesn't exactly comfort Azul, but it does help him be more open-minded

🐙 MC also tells him about their world; and gives him some knowledge about common things in their world, as well as what they're really good at.

🐙 When Azul finds out about what happens to someone who loses their Vision, he's also pretty scared and horrified.

🐙 He is aware that the side effects are NO joke.

🐙 If you are from Inazuma & have been affected by the Vision Hunt Decree, he has a lot more respect for you.

🐙 Azul is also very interested in the Geo Archon; the God of Contracts, you say? 👀

🐙 But other than that, Azul admires MC for MC perseverance and dedication to what they do.

🐙 And MC admires Azul for his business and his hardworking-ness. Even though sometimes, his intentions aren't as positive.

🐙 Basically, both admire and look up to the other and better themselves to be like the other.

🐙 Great friendship, all-in-all.

🐙 MC also works as a guard or a bouncer for Monstro Lounge.

Scarabia - Cryo:

Kalim Al-Asim:

☀️ Oh dear...

☀️ Another disaster during the welcoming ceremony-

☀️ When Kalim's butt was on fire, MC probably froze it for a while.

☀️ The ice was controlled, and wasn't numbingly cold, don't worry.

☀️ MC also probably tried stopping Grim by freezing the fire, aka cancelling it.

☀️ Another mist combo-

☀️ MC also froze Grim too.

☀️ Again, the ice was controlled and not too cold either.

☀️ Kalim was AMAZED by the supposed magicless prefect's powers.

☀️ He probably forgot that the Dark Mirror said that they were magicless.

☀️ He thought that there was a small misunderstanding.

☀️ Now, my headcanon/s for Cryo Vision wielders is that they've mostly lost something, or longing for something that they can't have (like Qiqi, who lost her life and memories; Ayaka, who lives a very rich life, but longs to be treated as a normal person, etc). And most of them have quite ironic circumstances. (For example, Chongyun is an exorcist, but he hasn't seen a spirit; Diona is a bartender, but hates alchohol; Ayaka is a very famous and loved person, but has very few trusted friends)

☀️ So MC has some characteristics there.

☀️ I also imagine MC's attitude to be a bit closed off and reserved; quite the opposite to Kalim.

☀️ Polar Opposites Become Besties trope?? 👀👀

☀️ Anyway!

☀️ Kalim was VERY excited about becoming friends with the person who helped him!

☀️ Actually, I think he already does consider them friends-

☀️ But when he sees them in the Scarabia Dorm, he's absolutely excited to get to know MC better!

☀️ He shows them his favorite food and has them dance/sing with him (if they're comfortable).

☀️ Basically, it's all fun and games until Jamil mind-controls him-

☀️ MC, who doesn't understand what's going on, feels a bit betrayed; because one moment Kalim is all sunshines and sparkles, and the next, Kalim's really scary and demanding.

☀️ They also get very concerned about Kalim.

☀️ That is, until they notice a pattern.

☀️ Before Kalim goes all strict and tyrant-y, Jamil is with Kalim.

☀️ Most Cryo users are a bit analytical, and observational; so I do think this will apply to Cryo!MC.

☀️ This makes MC pretty suspicious of Jamil.

☀️ Kalim still isn't off the hook, though.

☀️ Whenever Jamil stops his Snake Whisper on Kalim, Kalim is always confused as to why MC and the others avoid him, or act a bit distasteful to him.

☀️ When it's revealed that Jamil did what he did, Kalim is betrayed, and MC is quite mad and upset at Jamil on behalf of Kalim.

☀️ When Kalim is still feeling sad, after getting thrown to the "ends of the world", Mc comforts Kalim; saying that while Jamil's feelings is pretty justifiable, his actions aren't.

☀️ Basically, MC comforts Kalim.

☀️ Unfortunately, they can't do anything about the freezing temperatures.

☀️ MC is also probably used to the cold, as they do have a Cryo vision.

☀️ Tbh, I'm torn on how I want the scene where Kalim uses Oasis Maker to go, so you have a choice in this:

☀️ The first choice is that everything goes on normally; the Tweels turn into their eel form and swim everyone else back to Scarabia.

☀️ Or after Kalim uses Oasis Maker to fill up to oasis, MC freezes the river so everyone could simply skate or slide back to Scarabia (ka(e)yaking)

☀️ Or MC summons a Cryo summon that brings everyone to Scarabia.

☀️ Your pick, really.

☀️ When they go confront and fight Jamil's Overblot, Kalim is amazed at MC's talent and ability with their weapon.

☀️ They have him use Oasis Maker so they could freeze the water.

☀️ This makes the mind-controlled people to slip or freeze.

☀️ After all that, Kalim and MC continue to be close friends!

☀️ MC also makes sure Kalim doesn't do anything TOO extreme.

☀️ Jamil sighing in relief in the background.

☀️ Kalim and MC are definitely Freeze combo besties!

☀️ When Kalim asks about MC's world, he's amazed at the Vision stuff.

☀️ But when he finds out about what happens to people when they lose their vision, he's crying.

☀️ If you have a close one who's went through these side effects, he definitely feels sorry for you and cries for you.

☀️ Other than that, you're both amazing besties!!

Pomefiore - Electro:

Vil Schoenheit:

👑 Probably the BIGGEST disaster for the Welcoming Ceremony-

👑 Grim's fire and your Electro do NOT work well together-

👑 Overload reactions make explosions, right?

👑 Yeah... not a great idea.

👑 I think that most Electro Vision wielders are people who are very clear and honest with their identity; and are often loners. They also often reject or contradict what society often think is "normal", so they're often considered "strange" or "abnormal".

👑 So I'll be basing Electro!MC off that.

👑 Also, Electro people are GORGEOUS, or cute-

👑 Anyway, Vil absolutely LOVES MC's appearance; it very much suits them.

👑 Also, that lightning magic they create is very aesthetically pleasing; especially with the prevailent purple and black surroundings.

👑 What Vil DOESN'T like is that the lightning and fire create explosions.

��� It's very dangerous!

👑 Luckily, the creature is stopped.

👑 When Vil sees MC's friends and that creature are auditioning for the VDC, he's intruiged, and sorta expects that MC would also audition.

👑 Surprise, surprise! They didn't audition!

👑 Anyway, he surprised that MC is just there for moral support; but shrugs it off.

👑 When he gets to Ramshackle, it's honestly even more of a mess because MC has had to stop Grim's shenanigans often.

👑 So Vil is disgusted and concerned cuz HOW THE HECK DO YOU LIVE HERE?!?!

👑 Anyway, plot ensues normally.

👑 Vil overblots, etc.

👑 You absolutely DESTROY his overblot.

👑 Like, he barely stood a chance, since Electro does very well in long-ranged.

👑 So MC's able to deal great amounts of damage while staying pretty far away from him to not get so affected by the poison.

👑 After all that, MC comfort everyone when NRC loses.

👑 After the overblot, Vil approaches you (or you approach Vil, either is fine), and you both talk.

👑 I don't think that acting is a thing, outside of plays and operas, etc; since there isn't a TV in Teyvat-

👑 So MC asks Vil about them.

👑 In return, he asks about MC's world.

👑 When he finds out about what happens to a person when they lose their vision, Vil is also pretty horrified.

👑 There aren't any side effects to losing your magic in Twisted Wonderland, unless it was specifically from someone else's Unique Magic; so this is all foreign to Vil.

👑 Afterwards, he's pretty chill honestly.

👑 He also has MC sometimes model in his room, or do some skin care or hair care together.

👑 MC and Vil also have salon/spa hang outs; he pays.

👑 Vil likes the sort of collected, yet powerful presence MC has, and respect that.

👑 He gives MC clothes to further accentuate that aura they have too!

Ignihyde - Pyro:

Idia Shroud:

(Note: This might be pretty short compared to the others as I don't know much about this character. I might edit this soon when I do know more about the character, though.)

💀 Oh dear...

💀 Pyro!MC using their Pyro to stop Grim's fire doesn't fix anything-

💀 Plus...

💀 Idia is freaking out at the background cuz the heat might melt his tablet-

💀 HOW IS THIS HEAT WORSE THAN THE NORMAL FIRE SPELL!??!

💀 AND WHY THE HECK DOES THIS SUPPOSED MAGICLESS STUDENT HAVE MAGIC?!!?

💀 Plus, being so skilled at it too-

💀 Idia solemnly swears to himself never to go near MC.

💀 He sees MC as this deadly character in a game that saves you, but is really scary-

💀 He also notes that Mc's origins of being from another world is like the generic normal isekai anime/game story.

💀 He now also sees MC as an Isekai Main Character

💀 Now, most Pyro characters are very passionatw about a certain skill, thing, or goal they have. Like Xiangling and cooking; or Diluc and keeping Mondstadt safe; etc.

💀 So Idia sort of sees MC's passion as something to be careful about.

💀 He wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of their weapon and their vision.

💀 Since idk what happens during and after Idia's overblot, I'll be keeping this short-

💀 Sorry-

💀 When he finds out about what happens to people when they lose their vision, Idia is pretty horrified...

💀 He's pretty curious as to how people handle it, but is probably too scared to ask-

Diasomnia - Anemo:

Malleus Draconia:

(Note: This might be pretty short compared to the others as I don't know much about this character. I might edit this soon when I do know more about the character, though.)

🐉 As he wasn't invited, Malleus doesn't know what happened during the Welcoming Cermony.

🐉 He does hear Lilia (who heard from Sebek and other first years) tell him about a supposed magicless prefect who apparently had wind magic, had helped save the students from a fire cat monster.

🐉 Only thing is, it doesn't help much-

🐉 In fact, the wind/Anemo that Anemo!MC uses only fans the flames higher-

🐉 So they had to stop unless they wanted NRC to burn down.

🐉 He found a great interest in this child of man.

🐉 So when he finds out that they are the now-Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, he's quite satisfied.

🐉 He IS quite sad that he won't be abke to go to Ramshackle for hsi nightly expeditions/walks, but he's still content with being able to learn more about the prefect.

🐉 Now, in my opinion, Anemo Users are often people who also have a sort of sense duty, while still advocating (or longing) for a sense of freedom in some way (For example, Jean and her sense of duty as the Acting Grandmaster, while advocating for freedom for Mondstadt; Xiao and his role as the only Yaksha, longing for freedom from his perpetual agony; Sayu's a hard nut, but perhaps her role in the Shuumatsuban and her wanting to sleep more to be taller, perhaps??). Some Anemo users also have some type of role model or leader or something similar (like Sucrose has an admiration and looks up to Albedo very much; Jean who looks up to Lady Vanessa, and the Anemo Archon). I also see that some Anemo vision wielders prefer to work alone rather than in a big group; or they carry a burden that they keep alone (like Jean and the burden of all the work being the Acting Grandmaster; Xiao and the burden of his karmic debt; Sayu and her burden of being small and often underestimated)

🐉 So I'll be modelling Anemo!MC based on that.

🐉 So, when Malleus and MC become close, MC is a lot more open to Malleus, and treats him like how they would anyone else.

🐉 They admire how Malleus is very strong and efficient in magic too.

🐉 Both Malleus and MC often show off a bit of tricks using their vision or magic.

🐉 MC also tells Malleus about their homeworld, all the adventures they've gone through, all the hardships, etc.

🐉 In return, Malleus also shares some of his own knowledge about Twisted Wonderland; and gargoyles!

🐉 Especially gargoyles!!

🐉 When he finds out about what happens to a person who loses their Vision, he's quite taken aback.

🐉 He's not exactly downright HORRIFIED, but he is pretty surprised that there would be such consequences to losing that.

🐉 Other than that, he's also quite chill about it.

END!

OMG FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING!!

So sorry for the long wait, and I hope you enjoyed this!

Comments and feedback are always welcome!!

Thank you everyone for your support and for reading this!! 💙💙

[cross-crye]

𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

noun

the action of feeling or showing sorrow and regret for having done wrong;

vampire au! azul ashengrotto x gn reader

angst

wc: 900 to 1k words

ty @marsgod for beta reading this. and for talking with me about vampire au brainrot

"the worst part of having a vampire lover isn't what might happen when you're gone, but what happened before you were there. even more so when it involves your family."

He was aware of just how bad his past behavior was. But Azul wasn’t bothered by it, thinking that it wouldn’t affect him in this modern day and age, he’d excuse his past misdoings by saying it was an entire century ago. After all, the last time he scammed a family out of their fortune was almost half a century ago. Azul had changed since the mid 20th century. He used to think that his greatest regret was not committing tax evasion sooner, but he’d just been proven wrong by his own past misdoings and feelings.

Your relationship was going well, great even. Otherwise if you weren’t so infatuated with him you wouldn't have invited him to meet your immediate family. The only problem was the fact that this wouldn't be their first time meeting him. He wasn't foolish enough to keep his appearance the same after he’d fake his death. But he wasn’t a fan of extremely dramatic changes either. Of course, with that, your family had recognised him. Although your family had only believed him to be a relative of the man they remembered. They were, however, mistaken, as the ’dead’ man they were thinking of was, in fact, their child’s beloved boyfriend who was meeting them ‘for the first time’. 

And so what was meant to be a pleasant dinner, ended up being a short history of the family, along with an otherwise tear-wrenching tale now told with a humorous twist. By making fun of their stupidity of having gotten taken advantage of, your family told Azul the story of how a shady business man had screwed your family out of their fortune during your parent’s childhood. Who had then asked for his last name, claiming that he was surprisingly similar to their memory of the man, and were curious as to the possibility of your boyfriend and the man being related.

Azul had been aware of how your family’s financial situation was what one would politely call unfavorable.  He knew how it had affected your childhood, and had blamed fate for the fact that you'd been forced to grow up too fast, when in reality Azul should have only himself to blame. 

The average person isn't aware of the presence of the supernatural, humans don't believe in the existence of monsters and deities anymore. Unlike your family, you were aware of Azul's condition, which easily made the gears start turning in your head. Making you come to a realization that changed seemingly everything. Making it clear that, in fact, the worst part of having a vampire lover isn’t what might happen after you’re gone, but what’s happened before you were there.

It became evidently clear to two people at the table that the one being that could be blamed for all of your family’s suffering was sitting at that exact same table, acting as if nothing was wrong. This act was his most successful one as of yet, as Azul was overcome with guilt, he continued to wear a polite smile on his face, even if it was straining, throughout the entire dinner.  

He was noticeably deep in thought during dinner, recalling every instance in which he comforted you after receiving bad news from home. All the times in which he’d ache to find out who was responsible for your anguish so he could punish them for harming his beloved. All that time it was him who had caused you so much pain and suffering, him, Azul Ashengretto, the one who should only cause you to smile, him, the one who was meant to be there for you through it all. All he did was cause you pain, and he’d been right, he deserved to suffer for what he’d done to you. And as Azul felt the guilt and regret slowly built up in his soul until it overflowed. Had you been alone he would’ve thrown himself on his knees and begged you to stay, or at the very least listen to what he had to say. Azul’s insecurities were telling him just how little he deserved your forgiveness, but he wanted to at least make you aware of how horrible he felt about what he’d done. 

But when you left your parents place and demanded an explanation all he could do was look at you. Azul couldn’t speak. No matter how much he wanted to, it was like his body wasn’t responding to his brain. He was staring at you, trying to memorize your features, knowing that this may very well be the last time he’d ever get to admire you. Only as tears escaped your eyes did his body start working properly. As he called out to you, desperation evident in his voice, you turned away and left. No matter how many times Azul yelled and begged, “Wait! Please!” you didn’t turn your head, continuing to make your way away from him. All he could do was watch you leave, knowing he wasn’t worthy enough to chase after you. Only when he tore his gaze away from the spot you were previously in before you left his peripheral vision did he realize that he too was crying. 

Some stubborn part of his heart wanted to cling onto the hope that you may come back. Although, it was clear to his rational side that he’d just lost his chance at happiness. However, one question remains:

Could you ever forgive him for what he’d done?

[coraniaid]

Most of the notes I made for myself while watching Passion were complaints or criticisms, but I do think it’s worth saying up front that I honestly love this episode.  For all its flaws I completely agree with the popular critical consensus on this one: I think it’s a genuinely great episode of television.  One of the best parts of the high school seasons and quite possibly the highest peak the show has managed to hit so far.

In a lot of ways it picks up where Innocence left off.  Both episodes lean heavily into the metaphorical reading of the newly soulless Angel as an older boyfriend who turned out to be a creep after Buffy slept with him (“Don’t tell me,” says Joyce early on.  “He's not the same guy you fell for.”).  Both episodes work very hard to show us that Angel is not redeemable – first with the Judge last season declaring him “clean” of humanity, now with Angel killing Jenny.  But Passion hits a little harder, I think, because there’s no counterpart to that rocket launcher scene.  The good guys don’t get to enjoy even a partial victory here.

Other thoughts:

I think this is a surprisingly good episode for Joyce, in a way we don’t typically really get until Season 3.  It hits the right balance between showing that Buffy and her mother struggle to communicate but that this doesn’t mean they don’t bother deeply care about each other.  Buffy’s concern for her mother is paramount throughout the first half of the episode (and Giles’ insistence that she can’t tell her mother about being a Slayer is more than slightly hypocritical, given that we’ve already been told that his parents always knew about him being a Watcher).  

Of course Joyce herself isn’t perfect – she doesn’t know the whole story, and yes Angel only tells her that he slept with Buffy because he knows Buffy well enough to anticipate Joyce’s reaction – but however bad The Talk goes it doesn’t feel like this really had as much of an impact as Angel would have been hoping for.  It doesn’t seem to have really damaged their relationship.  I believe Joyce when she says she loves Buffy “more than anything in the world” even if (she thinks) Buffy’s trying to shut her out.  And I think this particular conversation, and the way Buffy can only say “you’re not” when her mother suggests she’s “grossing her out” is the sort of thing Season 5 is calling back to when, three years from now, Buffy will tell Giles that “my mom is gone … and I loved her more than anything … and I don’t know if she knew.”

(I think the shot of Joyce hugging Willow when they get the call from Giles is a nice touch too.  That whole scene from Angel’s perspective is so good, isn’t it?  The whole framing device with his voiceover too.  It should probably be kind of cheesy, but it’s not.  Maybe it helps that I just think Angel is a really fun villain.)

Speaking of that scene: everything between Willow and Jenny is so sad knowing what’s coming up later.  I remember being slightly surprised, back in Season 1, that Willow didn’t seem to immediately warm to Jenny despite their mutual interest in computers (“how come she’s in the club?” she protested in Prophecy Girl).  But I think the show has done just enough by the halfway point of this episode to make it seem credible that of all the Scoobies Willow in particular would be hardest hit by her death.  (The juxtaposition of Willow being excited and eager to take over Jenny’s teaching responsibilities at the start of the episode and then how somber she looks when she is taking over for her at the end is particularly good.)

It rankles slightly, in the way I’ve complained about before, that the script still reduces Jenny to “Giles’ girlfriend” at times and that one of the reactions to her death – by somebody who knew Jenny! – is “poor Giles”.  Nobody even thinks to suggest that Angel might have killed Jenny for some reason other than hurting her boyfriend.  Equally Giles seems unnecessarily dismissive of Buffy’s concern about the fact that Angel has been sneaking into her room at night at the start of the episode.  But the scene with Jenny’s boyfriend attacking Angel in the factory (after the rather complacent advice of “you mustn’t let Angel get to you.  No matter how provocative his behavior may become”) and then Buffy coming to save him, giving up the chance to kill Angel herself to pull him out of the fire, is so good I’m almost persuaded to overlook it.

And the mere fact of Jenny Calendar’s death itself – despite the weird retcon about her past and the fact the show insists she betrayed the Scooby Gang while showing us she didn’t, despite the fact they bury her under a name she never used in the show, despite the fact that after this season ends Jenny’s name will only be spoken on screen twice, despite the fact it establishes the precedent that will later be used for any number of increasingly questionable ‘shocking’ deaths in the Buffyverse – despite everything, it’s still utterly heartbreaking.

Jenny isn’t the first recurring character the show’s killed off, but she’s the first recurring character of any significance (with apologies to Jesse and Principal Flutie).  Or, I suppose, technically she’s just the first recurring character of any significance who dies and doesn’t get better.  The first recurring character who won’t be coming back.  The first recurring character that Buffy and her friends show any sign of missing.  And the first recurring character that the audience will care about losing.

I just think this episode could have been even better if the writers themselves cared about Jenny Calendar at all.

[jaz-it-up]

chapter three of play the game is finally here!

chapter summary: Stop. Go back. How did we get here, anyway?

Or, the best (and final) two years of Jimmy Solidarity's life.

full fic under the cut! if you want to read on ao3, check out my pinned post!

The best - and unbeknownst to him, the last - two years of Jimmy's life started like this: he was in a cafe, getting some air (and coffee) after an argument with his roommate, and in walked the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life. 

He couldn't quite put it to words, but there was something about that man's energy, about the way he held himself and the way he casually leaned against the counter while ordering that had Jimmy honest-to-god staring. Everything about him was just stunning.

Stunning enough, in fact, that he entirely failed to realize he'd dropped his coffee directly on his foot.

That beautiful stranger turned toward him, and Jimmy swore his heart skipped about five beats. He hadn't seen the other's face fully until then, and holy shit he was gorgeous.

"Dude, are you okay?" 

Even the guy's voice was nice. Jimmy could feel his blush heating up his face, all the way to the tips of his ears. Belatedly, he realized the stranger was talking to him.

He looked down, and- oh, great, that was his coffee on the floor. He'd totally embarrassed himself in front of an absolute hot-shot.

"I- uh, yeah, I-I'm good," Jimmy managed, not looking up. "I just, uh- look, I think you're really cute, can I get your number?"

It took all of Jimmy's energy not to cringe the second the words left his mouth. What was he thinking? He'd just made the biggest idiot of himself he possibly could, there was no way that guy would ever-

"Really?"

Jimmy's head snapped up, meeting the stranger's eyes. "Well, yeah, I mean, like- I'm sorry, I'm not good with words, but-"

"That makes two of us, then," the stranger said, and his smile was brighter than sunlight. "Name's Tango, by the way."

"I'm Jimmy."

"Jimmy, huh?" Tango's grin somehow got even bigger, and goodness, Jimmy was not built for this. "Well, how's dinner sound, Jimmy?"

Dinner? With him? Jimmy could hardly believe he was still standing right now.

"Where were you thinking?" he forced out, his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest.

"Well, there's this cute little place just downtown…"

…

"-and he paid, Grian! He paid for all of it!"

"And you got his number, right? You've been talking to him, and it's been two weeks. I think you should ask him on another date."

"Another-" Jimmy paused, his entire face heating up at the thought. Another date with Tango sounded incredible, but the thought of asking him out kicked up a whole tornado of butterflies in Jimmy's stomach. He couldn't just… ask him out, could he? Tango seemed to have a nice time at dinner, but what if he was just keeping it up to be polite? Jimmy had totally embarrassed himself in front of him, after all…

"Tim," Grian said, his voice crackling over the phone, "I can hear you overthinking from here. Just text him. Ask him for coffee or something. The worst he can say is no."

"And then he'll think I'm weird and I'll have totally fumbled the hottest guy I've ever seen," Jimmy complained. "Grian, I can't just ask him out. It's not that easy."

"I literally just told you how to do it."

"Yeah, but-" Jimmy's phone buzzed with a message. He swiped down, checking who it was from.

[Tango: Hey, are you open for coffee?]

"Grian," Jimmy said excitedly. "Grian, you won't believe what's just happened."

"Did he ask you out?"

"He asked me out for coffee." Jimmy grinned. "He asked me out for coffee, Grian! I might have a chance!"

"Does this mean I can tell Lizzie now?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Fine," Grian sighed playfully. "You have fun, Tim."

"I will!"

Jimmy hung up, shrugging on his jacket. Tango wanted to see him again. Hopefully he wouldn't make a fool of himself again. At that point, Jimmy's shot would definitely be gone.

But for right now, he was going to keep shooting it.

…

"So, I've been thinking," Tango said, stirring his drink. "I've been thinking a lot."

A pit of dread started to build in Jimmy's stomach. This was it, Tango was going to reject him and never talk to him again. He'd be alone and have to put up with his roommate and his clingy boyfriend for the rest of forever.

"I've been thinking a lot about you," Tango continued, and Jimmy had to bite down on his tongue to keep from tearing up. "And I was thinking… should we try, like, actually dating?"

Jimmy short-circuited.

For a moment, his brain was a barely-coherent cycle of oh my god and holy shit and this can't be happening, and he could feel Tango staring at him. 

Get it together, Jimmy, he thought.

"I- I, uh- yeah," Jimmy managed, hiding his bright red face in his hands. "That would be amazing."

"Aw, don't be embarrassed!" Tango laughed, nudging him. "You're an amazing guy, Jimmy. I want to keep spending time with you."

If Jimmy hadn't been blushing before, he definitely was now.

"Same," Jimmy mumbled. If he didn't get it together in the time he'd be dating Tango, he wasn't sure what he was going to do with himself.

…

Time was a blur with Tango.

Before Jimmy knew it, he was moving out of the city and into Tango's ranch about half an hour out from town. Days turned to weeks, then months full of excitement, change, ups and downs and above all, love.

It was coming up on a year since they'd started dating, and though Jimmy had something of a reputation for being impulsive, he wasn't sure he could wait much longer.

[Calling: Lizzie]

"Jimmy? It's past midnight, what-"

"I think I wanna marry him, Lizzie."

Jimmy closed his eyes as Lizzie sighed lightheartedly over the phone. "It's only been a year, you silly goose. Joel and I dated for ages."

"I can't imagine my life without him," Jimmy insisted. "I think we were made for each other. We're like soulmates."

"Give it some time, Jimmy. Have you even asked him about it yet?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then give it time. Sleep on it, at least. Goodnight, Jimmy."

"Goodnight, Lizzie." Jimmy ended the call, staring up at the stars from his and Tango's porch. Getting married was a scary prospect, but Jimmy would marry Tango in a heartbeat.

Lizzie had a point, though. They had to talk it out, make sure everything was okay on both sides. Jimmy couldn't just make a split-second decision like that.

I've got plenty of time, he thought to himself. Plenty of time.

…

"Hey, Jimmy?" Tango asked one night, over some of the best from-scratch pasta Jimmy had ever had. "Do you ever think about the future?"

"All the time," he answered. "Why?"

"What do you think the future looks like?"

Jimmy paused. The idea of marrying Tango had been a constant presence in the back of his mind. Now would be just as good a time as any to bring it up, if he was being honest.

"It doesn't look too much different than this," he said softly, taking Tango's hand. "The only difference is that we have a couple of cats. And…" He trailed off, still unsure how to bring it up.

"And?"

"And we're married," he said, even softer than before. "I'm not sure what the wedding would be like, but we're married, in my perfect future."

"Married, huh?" Tango laughed a little, pressing a kiss to where his fingers were laced with Jimmy's. "That doesn't sound so bad, spending the rest of our lives together."

"You think so?"

"Yeah." Another kiss to their entwined hands. "Calling you my husband? Anyone would be jealous."

"Tango," Jimmy jokingly complained, his face flushing bright red despite his grin.

Tango shrugged. "Just telling the truth."

If Jimmy hadn't wanted to marry him before, he sure as hell wanted to now.

...

"It's just a weekend trip, babe."

"I know, I just-" Tango sighed, wrapping his arms around Jimmy's waist. "I'm gonna miss you."

"I know," Jimmy said fondly. "I'll miss you too. I wish I could bring you with me."

"You never did tell me why you can't."

"It's a surprise."

"You've said that every time I've asked," Tango complained. "Can't I know even a little more?"

"Okay, okay." Jimmy set down his bag to ruffle Tango's hair. "It's a surprise for you. Does that count?"

"For me?" Tango grinned, his whole face practically lighting up. "Can I guess what it is?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"You're smart. You might guess it correctly."

"You're a jerk," Tango said, but he was still smiling. "Absolute Jerky McJerkface."

"I think you'll love it," Jimmy said. "Once I get everything-"

A car horn honked outside, making both of them jump. Jimmy picked up his bag and leaned down to give Tango a kiss on the forehead.

"Stay safe, Jimmy," Tango said, kissing Jimmy's cheek in response.

"Of course. I'll be back before you know it."

Jimmy climbed into Joel's car, and Tango watched until they disappeared into the horizon.

…

Tango's phone was ringing.

It shouldn't have been, given that it was about 11 at night, but it was ringing. He didn't know the number, but something in the back of his mind was screaming at him to answer it, so he did.

"Hello?"

"Hey, uh- this is Tango, right?" An unfamiliar voice asked, sounding slightly breathless and panicked. 

"Who's asking?"

"Joel. Jimmy's brother-in-law."

Tango's stomach dropped. Something must have happened to Jimmy, something that prevented him from calling Tango directly.

"Is everything okay?" Tango asked, fighting to keep his voice steady.

"Some bastard ran the light," Joel said. "They saw us and still just- and Jimmy was in front of me, so he got more of it. He's-" Joel takes a shaky breath- "it's not good. It's really not good."

Tango felt lightheaded as he processed Joel's words. Horrible drivers were half the reason he'd moved out of the city in the first place, and now one of them had hit Jimmy. 

"Is he- i-is he-"

"I don't know." Joel sounded just as scared as Tango felt. "I won't know until-"

A loud but indistinguishable noise crackled over the phone speaker, and if Tango hadn't already been sitting down, he was sure he would have fully collapsed.

"Joel," he managed, his voice strained. "What was that?"

"Jimmy?" Joel asked, seemingly forgetting he was still on the phone with Tango. "No, no, he's just- he's just- he's not blummin' dead, right? He's not- Jimmy, open your eyes, you asshole, they're almost here- okay, okay, he's still got a-"

"Joel!" Tango snapped, his voice cracking. "What's happening?"

"He's not breathing," Joel gasped. Even over the phone, Tango could hear Joel's own breathing speed up, becoming faster and shallower with each breath. "He's still got a pulse, but he isn't- he's not- okay, the ambulance is here, Tango, I've got to go."

Joel ended the call before Tango could say anything, leaving him to stare emptily at his living room. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, just… staring, dizzy and detached from everything

Jimmy was dying.

He knew at some point he'd gone to the hospital, and at some point he'd screamed until his voice was hoarse, but he barely remembered any of it.

The only thought in his mind was that Jimmy was dying.

He'd said he'd be back before Tango knew it. But as he went through the motions of making dinner, he couldn't help but think-

He couldn't help but think that Jimmy wouldn't come back.

For all he knew, Jimmy was dead.

[tsumtsumrry]

Jasmine

the one where there’s a surprise

       (2.4k; mostly smut, oops!)

“Hello my lovely lady. How are you?” Harry says, his voice sounding deeper and staticky due to it being over the phone. 

“I’m great, babe. How are you?” she responds with her hands in her hair, playing and prodding at it because she can’t seem to sit still whenever she’s talking to Harry. He makes her way too impossibly happy for her to sit still. 

“I miss you so so much. Can’t believe we’ve spent this much time apart.” Harry says, starting his sentence with a dreamy, loving sigh and ending it with a dejected one.

Harry has only been on tour for a grand total of two months, but it’s longer than they’ve ever been apart since the start of their relationship. When they started dating, Harry wasn’t on tour, just writing the album, and he made sure to make time for her every chance he got. 

“I miss you too, bubs. So much” Jasmine responds and Harry feels his cheeks heat at the nickname she uses for him. It’s by-far his favorite nickname any significant other has used for him. He rolls his lips into his mouth to hide a smile and Jasmine giggles at his sudden shyness. 

“Are you blushing, baby?” she teases and he rolls his eyes and then nods shyly, “so cute.” 

Harry grumbles in annoyance and she giggles even harder. He hates when she calls him cute. 

“I’m just glad we have our phones and stuff. It’s gonna be so long until we see each other next.” Jasmine pouts. Harry finds it so cute when she pouts, her bottom lip juts out the tiniest bit unintentionally and when they’re together, all he wants to do is kiss the pout off of her face. 

Jasmine sees him smirking on the camera and narrows her eyes in suspicion, “what’re you smirking about?” 

 “You’re just so damn beautiful, baby.” he says, instead of explaining that he was thinking about kissing her on her lips and then all over her body. 

Harry won’t lie and say that the fact that they can’t have any physical contact hasn’t weighed on him, he misses her delicate touches and the way she’s so soft with him. The feeling of melting into her touch is his favorite and he might just be going insane without it. 

“Hmm...thank you.” she lets her eyes flutter closed and imagine what it would be like if he was saying those words to her in person. If she could feel his breath on her face, neck, legs, even in between her legs. She’s starting to crave him more than she can handle. 

“You’re kissing up to me though? Something you need to tell me?” she asks coyly, but Harry can tell there’s a hint of seriousness in her voice and it breaks his heart. 

Jasmine won’t lie and say that she’s a little insecure when it comes to Harry and him traveling all over the world without her. She trusts Harry a lot, but she can’t shake the voice in the back of her head that’s telling her she isn’t good enough and that Harry would rather have anyone on the road.

She can’t help but think that the lack of physical contact is getting to him like it’s getting to her and that he’d fulfill his needs elsewhere.

Jasmine’s eyes snap open when she hears some commotion on the other end of the line and Harry’s head snaps back to see what it was. Jasmine can see Mitch walking into the room and she smiles fondly. She’s missed him too. 

“Jazzy!” Mitch exclaims, sounding way more excited than he probably is and Harry chuckles into his hand. “I was just gonna steal him to go to a bar with some friends, that alright with you?” 

“Why of course. Go have fun guys.” Jasmine responds a little softer than she intended and Harry’s mouth dips down at the corners slightly. 

She senses that he’s hesitant about his decision and she mouths “go” and him with a smile that he returns. “I love you, Jas.” he says and Jasmine smiles and feels her cheeks heat. “I love you, Harry.” 

The call ends after Jasmine hears the sound of Mitch and Harry laughing softly and she smiles contently down at her screen. 

***************************

It’s been at least two days since Harry and Jasmine spoke, aside from texts and sending memes and funny videos that Jasmine found. 

She’s sitting on the couch in her small apartment and eating a bowl of Lucky Charms that she’s refilled at least two times when she hears the doorknob jiggling and jolting. She jumps and tries to think if she was expecting her mom, Imogen, her best friend. They're the only ones who have keys besides…..

Harry. 

The door swings open and none other than Harry is standing there with a TPWK hoodie on and a random pair of sweatpants. And at that exact moment Jasmine decides that he’s the only person who can make that look unbelievably hot. 

“What the fuck!” Jasmine squeals and Harry laughs loudly. 

Jasmine almost drops and breaks her bowl of cereal and Harry tries to make a move to save her from herself before she breaks her favorite winnie-the-pooh bowl, but Jasmine’s already jumping into his arms and his favorite feeling, the melting one, is back. All his thoughts are clouded and all he can feel is Jasmine. 

“Hey pretty lady.” he whispers and Jasmine tightens her limbs around him. All of a sudden he’s hyper aware of the position they’re in and his breathing slows and then speeds up again. 

Jasmine instantly feels the shift in the air and she knows what they both need after being apart so long. They both do. 

“Baby…” he whispers softly and he starts walking them both to the bathroom. 

As soon as they’re in a close proximity to the bed Jasmine’s jumping off of him and pushing him onto the bed. 

This. This is what he was craving. He can feel every subtle touch of her fingertips and he can hear every breath. He would be able to hear every heartbeat if he wasn’t panting so loud. 

Jasmine places her hand delicately on his chest and drags it down as the pace of his breathing picks up. She leans down so her mouth is directly on his ear and he shudders and the contact with her lips “What do you want, baby? Hmm? Tell me.” she says softly, in that seductive purr that he loves so damn much. 

Harry is so lost in her that he doesn’t even realize he hasn’t answered her question. Jasmine reaches up and gives his soft hair a light tug and his mouth falls open in a soft pant. 

“Kiss me? Please?” he says quieter and more meekly than he wanted it to come out, but he guesses that that’s just the effect she has on him. 

“That what you want?” Jasmine asks while giving Harry’s hair another light tug. “Tell me again.” 

“Please kiss me, Jas.” Jasmine hears the desperation in his voice and doesn’t waste any time crashing her lips into his. He doesn’t think he can melt anymore but he does when their lips connect. 

They mold together so smoothly and passionately and Harry doesn’t think that anyone else can kiss him like Jasmine can. Harry tries to deepen the kiss, but Jasmine pulls away before he can. He lets out a dejected whine and tries to reach for her lips but she gives his head a harder tug that he actually moans at and she has to bite her lips to stop her own moan from slipping out. 

“You asked for a kiss. I gave you a kiss.” Jasmine says simply and Harry opens his eyes, (as they’ve been closed since she gave him her lips) and frowns at her. 

“More. More please.” 

Jasmine pouts condescendingly at him and gives him another kiss, a deeper one that Harry lets out a satisfied groan at. Their tongues roll and caress each others and Harry decides to push his luck by smoothing his hands down her waist and then back down. 

Jasmine knows that it’s been so long since they’ve touched, since he’s held her and vice versa. She knows that it wouldn’t be fair and it’s really not the time for the intense power play where he can’t even touch her. Usually they’re both in the mood for it, but Jasmine knows they both need to touch each other right now. 

Jasmine keeps her lips connected with Harry’s while she moves her hand from his hair to accompany her other hand at his chest and she moves them down to his torso to pull his hoodie off. Their lips disconnect when she pulls the hoodie over his head and he pouts even though he knows in order for the shirt to come off that had to happen. 

Jasmine moves her focus from his lips to undoing his pants and while he’s happy to free the bulge in his pants, he isn’t getting any skin to skin contact and he’s getting particularly needy. He brings his hand to her waist and smooths them under her shirt, immediately feeling satisfied with the feeling of her skin against his. 

Harry looks up at Jasmine and she absolutely adores the dazed look in her eyes that she usually sees when they’re like this. He smiles softly at her and she pulls down his pants while he moves his hips up to help her. 

Jasmine’s eyes immediately land on the very obvious bulge in his boxers and she gives him another condescending pout. “What do you want, baby?” 

Harry whines, because she knows what he wants, he knows she just wants him to say it. 

Yet again, Jasmine’s hand goes to Harry’s full head of hair and tug, a little harsher this time and his moan is a little louder. “You need to use your words, handsome. Or I’ll stop,” she wasn’t actually going to stop, no way in hell was she going to stop. She just needed to give him some incentive. “Are you gonna use your words.” 

Harry nods as best he can with Jasmine’s grip still in his hair “Yes.” 

“Yes what?” she challenges with a subtle raise of her eyebrow. 

“Yes, I’ll use my words.” he rushes out, not wanting her to stop. He needs this. 

“So I’ll ask again, what do you want, Harry?” she repeats and Harry feels like he could cry because the ‘baby’ is gone from that sentence. Could that mean she’s upset with him. Will she stop? 

“I want you to touch me please.” Harry makes sure to add please to every sentence or request because he knows how much she hates it when he’s not polite. 

“Touch you? Where?” 

Harry absolutely hates when he has to spell out everything for her. He hates saying it. He knows she knows what he wants. 

“My...my cock. Please?” 

All at once, Jasmine swings her leg across Harry’s hip and his mind gets cloudy cause he can feel the heat radiating off of her most sensitive part and he almost whimpers at the feeling. 

Jasmine lowers herself until she’s sat right on top of his dick and slowly moves her hips over the material of his boxers. 

Harry lets out a broken groan that turns into a whimper at the feeling and he looks at Jasmine with hooded eyes as if asking permission to touch her. She nods and his hands move to her hips. He squeezes and prods at the skin on her hips and all Jasmine’s thinking about is how she’s ruining her shorts with how wet she is right now. 

Harry is groaning and whimpering and happy at the contact, but he knows this isn’t enough, he needs to feel her. 

“Baby? Jas?” he whimpers and Jasmine hums in acknowledgment.

“Can you…” he whimpers when Jasmine’s heat grinds over the head of his cock. “Can you please...I want you to,” his brain is clouded with lust, want, and infatuation and he doesn’t think he can get any words out any more. His mind is so filled to the brim with want he wants, he can’t even verbalize it. 

“Tell what you want, baby….come on..” Jasmine urges, still moving her hips at a steady speed over him. He squeezes her hips a little harder than he has before and she takes that as a sign to stop. Worry invades her mind for a second, she thinks she might’ve done something wrong, and it shows on her expression. 

“Are you ok, bubs? What’s wrong?” And Harry is amazed at how she can switch from a dominatrix to the loving girlfriend he knows so well and it shows on his face. 

“No I just… couldn’t get the words out while you were doing that. Needed you to stop for a second.” 

Jasmine nods in understanding and brings her hands up to Harry's hair and strokes her hand through it with a loving expression on her face. Harry leans into the touch and sighs happily.

“Tell me what you want, bubs” 

Harry looks up at her and with that look, it’s abundantly clear what he wants, but she needs to hear him say it. 

“I want you to fuck me. Please.” 

“S’that what you want, baby? You sure?” Jasmine checks. 

“Yes yes. Please. I need you to fuck me, please.” 

Harry sighs in relief when Jasmine makes a move to take off her shorts, that he quickly learns she wasn’t wearing anything under. He groans softly when her shorts are all the way off and he gets a slight view of her wet core. He groans even louder when she reaches into his boxers to pull his dick. 

She takes him and places him at her entrance, but doesn’t move any further. He feels her, he can almost feel everything. He can practically picture the feeling of her walls sucking and drawing him in. 

“Baby? Baby, please please please” his voice breaks slightly and Jasmine pouts this time not condescendingly, but actually feeling bad for him. She should know that after all this time, it wouldn’t be nice to tease.

“I need to feel you. Please.” she pushes her hips down a little further and nudges his tip at her entrance, “oh---oh god, please please” 

She loves it when he begs. 

All in a swift move, Jasmine pushes her hips down and takes all of him into her. Harry moans loudly, a kind of strangled broken moan that's understandable when he hasn’t been inside of her for so long.

Harry is moaning and whimpering at the feeling of Jasmine’s pulsing and contracting around him to adjust with the intrusion, but he still needs more. 

“I need you to---please move baby.” 

Jasmine starts to shift her hips and Harry moans in tune with her movements and Jasmine absolutely loves watching his face screw up in pleasure with every moment she makes. 

“Oh god, god yes yes yes. Fuck.” Harry moans out. With every moment Jasmine makes, Harry nudges her g-spot and she moans along with him. 

Harry loves the sound of her moans. He loves knowing he’s making her feel good. As much as he enjoys feeling pleasure, he would be fine just knowing he made her come half the time. 

“Good baby?” Jasmine asks, even though she already knows the answer with how loud his whimpers and moans are, she needs to hear him say it. 

“Yes yes ‘s good, ‘s so good” he practically slurs. Jasmine loves that he can get him all fucked out like this, that she gives him so much intense pleasure that he just lets everything go and just feels. 

“You feel so good, pretty baby.” she says to him and he smiles a dopey content smile at the nickname that lights up the whole room. 

She speeds up the movements of her hips and Harry is debating between letting her take everything he has and holding out for her so that she can come to and it shows on his face. 

Jasmine notices his facial expression and strokes her hand through his hair, “you wanna cum, Harry?” 

He sobs out an obscene moan when she purposely clamps down on him to urge out the answer she knows he wants to give, “yes, yes I want to. Please let me cum.” 

Jasmine speeds up her movements even more if that were possible and Harry can feel the bubbling in his belly that usually indicates his release is right around the corner, “oh fuck oh fuck, yes there. Fuck.” 

“Give me everything, Harry. Let yourself have it. C’mon. Come for me.” Jasmine encourages and that’s all it takes to trigger the release that Harry has been waiting for for months.

 “Oh...oh my fucking god. Jesus, fuck” he moans out and whimpers helplessly with every release that shoots out of him into Jasmine. 

Jasmine strokes his hair softly and lovingly and he practically melts into the bed. “So good for me. Aren’t you, baby?” 

Harry’s face is half smushed on the pillow and he nods softly into it. Jasmine looks at him fondly and smiles subconsciously when a fucked-out smile graces Harry’s face. 

“Missed you, missed that so much.” Harry mumbles out tiredly. 

“Yeah?” he nods into the pillow again, “missed you too, handsome.”

His eyes snap open like he remembered something and he starts to sit up in a haste until Jasmine gently pushes him down “aren’t you tired? You had such a long flight and I just made you cum so hard…” she coos and he takes her hands off of his chest to place them on his hips. He starts kissing her shoulders and neck, sucking on the spot where they meet. 

“Exactly. You made me feel so fucking good, wanna take care of you. Please? Can I?” 

“Do what you want handsome.”

[stannyramirez]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐯𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

“Nope-nope-nope-nope-nope. You need to leave right now. Take your carriage and fire and dead horse, and go back to the underworld.” “We broke up! Period!” “Wait, wait, wait, wait. NAME, hang on. I'm a changed man, okay? I've got a life coach.” “Back off, demon!” “Never go with a predator to a second location.” “Look, I can see you're mad. You think I'm a total jerk. I get it. But I have changed.” “Why didn't you tell me I'm dead?” “Why don't you just stay here, where it's always fun? Like... guaranteed.” “I just gotta stop using magic on my face.” “I'm so excited to be covered in blood with you.” “Ugh! That's the wrong piece of music! This is gonna drive me crazy. Alright, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back.” “Let's get out of here. This place is the worst.” “No! You! You're infuriating!” “I know you're trying to look out for me, but you have to let me figure things out on my own. I don't need a hero. I need a friend.” “You're right. I should've trusted you. I'm sorry I ruined your night.” “I wallpapered my locker with pictures of you.” “You're right. I wouldn't invite me either.” “Let me sing you some birthday tunes with my mouth sounds.” “Something tells me we were not invited to this party.” “You do that, homie. I'ma get this party started!” “Ugh! This party is a disaster.” “It's hard work making everybody happy.” “That's a particularly stupid plan.” “How could I have been so stupid?” “I'm sorry you had a bad day, but what does that have to do with right now?” “I guess I'm just not cool enough for a guy with a record.” “I've never seen this dude in my life.” “So this is what it's like to be bored to death.” “You put so much thought into this. Gifts are such a great way to show how much you really care about someone. I didn't think it was possible to love you more than I do right now.” “Best anniversary ever, best anniversary ever! Best anniversary ever, best anniversary ever!” “Come on, my dear. Let me capture your beauty-ness on this magnificent adventure.” “Every once in a while, I need to sneak away and fight monsters. It keeps me sane.” “I didn't see you and you didn't see me. But just this once.” “After a victory like this, there's only one thing to do: get Chinese food!” “These are fortune cookies. They can magically predict the future.” “You're a weird girl.” “Eh, previous job experience? Nope. No one's ever been dumb enough to hire me.”

“Weaknesses? I don't have any.” “You make absolutely no sense! Go away!” “Oh, wise and powerful cookies, bestow your sugary prophecies upon me.” “Blindly following these fortune cookies is the best decision I've ever made.” “Guess I'm doomed, huh? Be honest. I can handle it.” “Sorry. It's not the will of the cookie.” “This is really hard to say, but if this is gonna go any further, I want our relationship to have a foundation of honesty.” “Sorry. I should've listened to you. Obviously you know better than a dessert.” “This isn't about learning! This is about love.” “This is definitely one of the weirder places we've been to.” “I can't believe we're actually doing this!” “Oh, he's so cute! I just want to gobble him up!” “More than just "Hello"? Too risky. I may say something dumb. That's why I let the kitten pics do the talking for me.” “I used to think that, but now I'm fifty and all my dreams are in the rear view mirror. The best thing of my life is teaching you, and I hate teaching you.” “I was born to lead. Literally.” “When you give people the freedom to do whatever they want, they might just surprise you.” “Being a leader is easy. Just say yes all the time.” “Please, stop where you are and ask yourself: Is this something you really want to do...” “I really didn't think this through!” “They're not lost, we just don't know where they are.” “Ugh, you're even bad at getting fired!” “Monsters are the bad guys.” “I don't have to be bad. In fact, I've always secretly wanted to be good.” “Actually, that's 100% wrong and you want to do the opposite. Now say you're sorry.” “Yeah. You should just give up.” “Uh, the next time you get the urge to punch somebody, just imagine how it would feel if it happened to you.” “Okay, that was my fault. I assumed you knew this, but... you can't eat children.” “Yeah, you know how the news sensationalizes things. I still believe you can be good.” “The key to being good is ‘do unto others as you'd have them do to you’.” “How could you do this?! I was trying to help you!” “Sometimes there's a sense of satisfaction in doing things yourself.” “Either rise up and conquer, or wither here and die!” “I want you to use that time to think about what you've done!”

[go-learn-esperanto]

I'm making this post specifically for a new follower @crescentstudies to say:

This blog has a lot of MCYT stuff aka content related with Minecraft roleplay. Just so you're aware. This blog is very much my personal blog which kinda translates to a lot of fandom stuff. I know you followed me because you found one of the few Portuguese related posts I make. Now, I am very passionate about my language and culture and absolutely love discussing it but unfortunately I'm also obsessed with block people. I say this as a warning for the future of your dashboard

That being said the fact that you're learning European Portuguese is really sweet, and I assume it's not easy to find resources, at least not as easy as Brazilian Portuguese. So I'm gonna do a bit of a cultural post where I give something that I think is essential for learning a language; finding fun content that is culturally relevant. A lot of times when learning a language you see a lot about language and rules and although that can be fun sometimes it can quickly get really boring. Sometimes finding some content isn't easy when you're learning the language and aren't emersed in the culture.

Give it up for

My Portuguese music recommendation

A list for people who are interested in the culture or just want to hear some different music from a different country. Of course the music I'm gonna give is gonna depend on what I like and what I know, so you're not gonna get Pimba from me (for context Pimba is like... Usually very simple formulaic Portuguese pop songs that are played at parties... Not the kind your parties you're probably thinking of but more like festivals with a lot of people. It's not really good music in a cultural sense, and the music style is kinda stolen from Germany but that's a whole other story)

Let's start with a song that came out this year! Some might recognise this girl as the one that represented Portugal in Eurovision two years ago. I believe she has a lot of great songs, both in English and Portuguese. I'm sharing this one as I find the acoustic guitars in it absolutely beautiful.

(Flashing TW) Alternative Rock babyyy!!!! Even if you don't understand the lyrics this one is still fun as hell, although understanding them does make the song better of course. It's about how the singer is having a bad day so he's gonna be really really pissy about it. If you're wondering why the vocalist is half naked all I can say is that I've seen this band live, and he doesn't start naked but he's always gotta be by the end of the concert. Why? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

A surrealistic song from the 80s. The lyrics don't really make much sense, however the song shouldn't have the right to be this good.

And keeping on the theme of "80s songs with lyrics that make zero sense but the woman who's singing them is absolutely killing it" we have this one. Clearly a pop-jazz that's just really fun to listen to.

A Portuguese folk song. I'm mentioning this song because last year I made a post about it discussing the lyrics and various versions of the song. I really enjoy it.

This song is just pretty. It's really difficult to explain. It seems to tell a fairytale like story of a man meeting and falling in love with Starfish goddess or nymph on the beach. The piano and the lyrics are just gorgeous. That's all.

A song by a band that is known for its very lively songs. Funnily enough the most popular songs from this group are not my favouritea from them. This group explores such topics as

The singer wants to get together with her neighbour

The singer wants to get together with a guy from a marching band

The singer wants to get together with a priest?? Is that what I'm getting here??? She keeps saying she has a lot of guys that want to fuck her in religious imagery and that she's better than the virgin Mary I fucking can't

The singer wanted to get together with a guy from the notary but he was an asshole so she hit him in the face with stamps (The paper and the ink kind of stamps) (the sexual energy and innuendos of this song though 💀)

The singer wants to fuck you up (In which way you ask? Wouldn't you like to know weather boy 😏😘)

The singer says you should stop playing video games because she wants to beat you up with her bare hands

The singer wants to go to the beach but the weather is always shit so she has resulted to judging her neighbours that actually managed to go to the beach for their lack of cultural knowledge out of jealousy

If you've done something good say it's from Portugal if you've done something bad lie and say it's from Spain (the actual meaning of this song is ultra nationalism is stupid)

Your parents' expectations are bullshit

The economy is bullshit

The singer is dinning with friends and they keep asking her to sing but she manages to literally flee from the restaurant without singing... Or paying

However this song in specific is about how after falling in love the singer can't help but see happiness around her. She knows nothing is perfect, she knows the world is fucked, but for a moment she just wants to be happy.

A comedy song! A very weird song that describes the tragic deaths of various animals upon touching lightbulbs. It's not in standard Portuguese, very much on purpose, but in the Alentejo dialect. I guarantee it's funnier than in it sounds by the description. Unfortunately this is a song where you do have to understand the lyrics to get it, but if you do It's really good. The images this person is putting on the video do make it 10× better too, as they are doing surprisingly well at showcasing the whole story the song is telling.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Dan’s POV Masterlist

a great deal of light (falls on everything) (ao3) - bevshanscom

Summary: They have settled, he thinks, in their own way. That has little to do with the fact Phil’s turning 30.

(Dan and Phil celebrate Phil's birthday on the Isle of Man, and maybe Dan's already a Lester)

Brace Yourself (ao3) - AshHansbr0

Summary: Somehow every time I have a dentist appointment you do too and you always sit next to me in the waiting room and ask me ‘what are you in for’ as if we are in prison and this has been happening for two years who are you

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

cloud watch (ao3) - howelllesters

Summary: Or, pastel!Dan hates his new journal but writes in it anyway, and accidentally just ends up recording his feelings on punk!Phil, in a suitably melodramatic way.

Covet (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: The only thing making Dan feel alive is his all-consuming crush on the new deacon.

Dan and His Butterflies (ao3) - Raspberrysaxophone

Summary: Very basic: Dan is terribly in love with Phil (the sporty jog). So much so, that Dan joins the school's sports team to be closer to him. As Dan awkwardly stumbles around, Phil starts to take notice of him. A party takes place and who knows what a drunk Dan might do...

down for the count and i’m drownin’ in ‘em (ao3) - kishere

Summary: they’re stuck in a waiting game, the area of time when Dan knows Phil should be beginning his heat and actually /starting/ his heat. preheat has many side affects including wanting to nest, increased libido, irritation just to name a few.

Fortune Cookies (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Dan gets a fortune cookie and it's been bugging him all day. But he's NOT superstitious.

Getting through a bad day. (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Dan has learned about his depression and understands it better now, that doesn't keep the bad days from happening.

glow (ao3) - danthrusts

Summary: being a witch is fun until everything is blowing up around you

Hurt me once (ao3) - Augusti_Lila

Summary: song fic of "hurt me once- ben platt"

Dan had decided to confess Phil his love. But sometimes what we plan it's not what we end up having.

I pray for the ground to swallow me whole (Just Like Heaven) (ao3) - AnotherPhanficWriter

Summary: Dan is a recently dumped Youtuber moving into a new apartment in Manchester. But the apartment isn't entirely empty; it's haunted by the ghost of a man named Phil. And although Phil can't remember much about his life, he's convinced that he isn't really dead. In Phil's 'previous life', he worked in Tesco, with only a couple of close friends, no one even knew his name. But now he's in a coma and his spirit is trapped in his house that now belongs to someone else. Will he remember what his life was like and more importantly, what can break this curse? While Dan recruits PJ, his friend who's slightly sceptic about ‘Phil’, to get to the bottom of Phil’s identity, he and Phil begin to fall in love.

In Vino... (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan’s only brave enough when he’s drunk.

(Dan POV version of "Veritas")

It's Growing On Me (ao3) - Profrock

Summary: AU where Dan runs an aesthetic shitpost blog and Phil runs a famous aesthetic plant blog. One day, Phil follows Dan back and they get to talking...

Just A Little Bit's Enough (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Dan wasn't very happy with what he found on Phil's laptop. The lies and deceit were way too much to deal with calmly, and believe me when I say that Dan was way beyond being calm.

Kiss Me Like the First Time (ao3) - interruptedbyfjreworks

Summary: “Remember our first kiss?” I asked, smiling up at Phil.

He chuckled softly. “How could I forget? That was the best kiss I had ever had. Although, I hadn’t kissed many people before that.”

I laughed and looked down at my hands. Somehow, they had found their way to Phil’s hands, and I was absentmindedly playing with his fingers. “Kiss me like that,” I said suddenly.

“What?” Phil said, startled.

“Kiss me like the first time.”

Kiss Me Through the Phone (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: In which Dan deals with the emptiness of their apartment, but Phil sends something to make it better.

like (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Phil's out of town and Dan's left alone with their five year old son. All their son wants is for Phil to come home.

Meeting the Parents (ao3) - eremoose

Summary: Phil meet's Dan's parents and discovers the nickname they gave him

Merry Christmas, you spoon (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Dan is Death, Phil is Life, and Christmas is coming up - their first Christmas together - though Dan's worried: something feels a little...off.

Paper Thin Charade (ao3) - ShoutingIntoTheVoid

Summary: Snippets throughout Dan and Phil's life showing moments they have almost revealed their relationship and had to cover it up.

Also shows Dan struggling with his sexuality and people finding out about their relationship and becoming more confident over time.

People Change Their Minds (ao3) - scifi

Summary: dan falls out of love

Precocious child (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Dan and Phil's lives change and progress faster than they had anticipated.

The Smirnoff Slip (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Laurence really hadn't meant to do it; He was only a kid after all. And Dan couldn't be mad at him, especially not after meeting his attractive new principal.

The stranger who loved me. (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: “Well, that’s nice I guess,” he paused, “but I have no idea who you are.”

“Haha, very funny,”

“I wasn’t being funny,”

“What?” I swallowed hard, “You don’t know who I am?”

“No, am I supposed to?”

The Wallflower's Guide to Love (ao3) - Art3misPlayerOne

Summary: Dan is a brilliant but painfully shy and awkward guitar player in a popular local band who prefers to hide from the spotlight. He's content to lose himself in his playing and avoids friendships and emotional attachments, but an accidental run-in with a mystery boy inspires him to reach out to him through anonymous texts.

Too scared that the boy will be disappointed in the real him, Dan doesn't want to reveal his identity and risk losing their surprising connection. When forced to choose between his anonymity and putting his heart on the line, help from an unexpected friendship pushes him far beyond his comfort zone, but will it be too little too late?

when we were younger. (ao3) - dylaesthetics

Summary: dan is seriously in need of a breather after the difficult year he's had, and finds home in no one other than phil