#he already loves you you don't need to deduce him to have his heart

[amypihcs]

And from today’s letter from Watson!

John is tired and Holmes DROPS BY HIM AT A QUARTER TO MIDNIGHT! Mind you, the man was literally falling asleep on his novel. I can imagine him interrupting mid-yawn opening the door and finding himself facing Holmes.

AND THEN THE MAN STARTS DEDUCING HIS DAY AND LIFE, as you do, obv

well, as you do. Watson is so gracious not to kill he man instantly as he raps out deductions almost at midnight to a man asleep on his feet. I want to underline this once again, Watson is a darling and too good for this world.

And then, and then and then. Watson noticed of course that there’s a case going on! 

Well, at least Holmes worries about Watson being sleepy and tries to compress the story. Such a nice boy, he’s learning well.

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

looming parenthood. ( gregory house x reader )

gif belongs to me

The singular lamp lit his office when you entered while the minutes ticked by into the early hours of the morning. House looked up, his pinky finger against his lips as he reviewed the files, removing his glasses as he met your gaze.

It was difficult at times to know when to act as your boss, or your boyfriend during a case that was troubling you, especially now that you were pregnant. From your pacing, he deduced you needed both, and knew you needed assurance and comfort after a conflicting case.

"I didn't tell her." Your eyes burned from unshed tears as your body ran on caffeine, wearing a hole in the carpet of his office.

"In cases like this, it's difficult to know whether to listen to your head or your heart. Your brain said she's better off not knowing, and your heart is saying she needed to know. Following your heart is easy. Following your brain is tough." He removed his glasses as he spoke and you lowered your gaze to the ground, nodding softly.

House knew if he didn't act soon it would be one more sleepless night. "A case like this...it's hard to know what the right choice is." He began, "But you made the right one."

"Did I?" A tear fell down your cheek and he used the balls of his feet, pushing himself away from his desk.

"Come here." You crossed the room, settling on his lap and his arms brought you closer, your head resting on his shoulder as your tears fell. "A life filled with nightmares or a life filled with blissful ignorance. What would you prefer?"

"What's the context?" You spoke up a few moments later, feeling his chest vibrate as he chuckled.

"You know what the context is." His lips pressed against your forehead and you closed your eyes as he lingered, seeking the comfort he offered.

Greg rested his cheek against your hair, as your tears fell silently on his shirt. There were many sides to Gregory House, but this was one side he reserved purely for your eyes only. And it only made you question your future further. "I'd make a horrible mother."

"Now, you're just babbling nonsense."

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze, "What chance would our child have?"

Silence filled the office as your tears fell and you wiped them on your lab coat, believing this was one fact he could not argue against, but his tone held absolution when he finally spoke, "They're the luckiest kid in the world and they don't even know it."

"They're not even ten weeks old and their mother would rearrange the stars if it made them happy." He added moments later, causing you to lift your head to meet his gaze. "You're already a mother. You have been for a long time now. A mother without a baby. You should spend less time worrying about being a mother and focusing more on the father."

You knew his doubts about fatherhood and saw the fear in his eyes when you broke the news one night in his apartment. But you knew he would be a great father. Even if he didn't believe it. He knew more about the harsh reality of the world you lived in than you did, and he was wiser, if more cynical, than anyone you knew, but you knew there was plenty of love left inside of him - all the proof shown from loving you when he swore off relationships that didn't involve prostitutes.

You placed a hand on his cheek, smiling softly when his eyes closed as your thumb swept across his cheekbone. Your lips met his and the noise outside the office drifted away. His hand rose to your neck, another bringing your waist closer to his body as the kiss deepened.

The future was uncertain. A case like this left you questioning everything you thought you knew and he was the only one who gave you the one thing you reminded him of when he believed he had forgotten it long ago - hope. As long as you were together, you always sought a brighter future, even when the scars of the past seemed like they happened yesterday.

And as you looked down at his hand that rested on your fourteen-week pregnancy bump, you knew that your child would be given everything you both craved and would never question the love or dedication of their parents. And a case like this reminded you of how lucky you were to have Gregory House by your side, to promise that the grass was greener on the other side - even if he was a well-known sceptic.

As his lips pressed against your forehead, you were certain of one thing. As long as you had him by your side, you could survive anything.

[anemoelliacia]

the five times alhaitham knew he loved you

warnings: female reader, basically just tooth rotting fluff :)

▶ I recommend listening to the song I hear a Symphony by Cody Fry while reading this chapter. <3

The first instance was when he was talking to you about something Akademiya related, and you were listening intently. Truthfully, you didn’t quite understand or grasp what he was talking about. Though, you tried not to let on to the fact that you didn’t understand. You did the best you could to entertain the topic he was talking about. The next evening, when he stopped by your home to see you after work, he found you asleep at your desk clearly researching something. He felt the need to satiate his own curiosity, so he looked at the books and papers on your desk. Turns out, you were studying the very topic he was telling you about yesterday. He is a stoic man, however he couldn't help but softly smile down at your sleeping figure as he quickly deduces the fact you must have started studying it for him, to be able to understand and properly discuss it with him. It tugs at his heart, emotions bursting forth he hasn’t really had the time to feel before. He thinks, “hm, do I love her? I think I do.”

Secondly, the time he saw you jokingly bickering with Kaveh over a card game during dinner. You won and Kaveh was being a sore loser, all Alhaitham could do is sit back and watch the two of you interact, chuckling each time you jokingly shut down Kaveh’s antics and him whining over losing. He watches you and can’t help but want more little moments like this with you around, he thinks, “yeah… I love her.”

Thirdly, whenever you stay at his house, you make it a point to try to wake up earlier than him and have coffee ready for him. It was a habit of yours he can’t even pinpoint when it happened. Did you start doing it the first time you stayed the night? He can’t recall. But never fail, everytime you stay the night, you always wake him up with a gentle kiss on the head and a piping hot cup of coffee just the way he likes it, two sugar cubes and no milk. The longer this habit of yours goes on, he can’t help but think, “I love her,” each time you do it. 

Fourthly, when you always plan dates to be at home, or in out of the way places because you know how much he doesn't like needless social interaction. Alhaitham is a rather observant person, he puts the pieces together quickly why he thinks you opt to do this. One date night, when you cooked him dinner at his own house and served it up elegantly at his dining table, he brought it up to you. He asks you, "why do we always have dates at home when I know you like to go out?" and you say, "for you. I don't mind doing what's best for you." and it's the truth. He already is a very busy person, but not just that, he prefers quiet situations– Alhaitham doesn't like to deal with crowds of people, excessive noise, or pointless conversations with anyone but you. So, if date nights at home are what's best, you're very happy to accommodate that. Your response was quick, yet thoughtful. A smile momentarily graces his face, and he thinks, "I love her…"

The fifth and final instance was just a quiet intimate moment. He was sitting in bed with his back against the headboard reading an abstruse book about philosophy, and you were laying with your back flush against his chest reading along silently. Neither of you felt the need to talk, you just wanted to be in each other's company. Alhaitham mindlessly plays with your hair in between flipping the pages of his book, placing a kiss on your head every now and then. It may seem like an insignificant moment to anyone else, but to him, in this moment he realizes he wants you forever. So, "I love you," he finally says, knowing it to be true as you two sit together and enjoy the quiet company of each other.

▶ if you liked this, check out the other parts linked in my masterlist :) every genshin man i write for is getting their own part.

[kenyummy]

DEVOID — YUKIMIYA KENYU

[NSFW] SYNOPSIS : you and yukimiya kenyu are fuck buddies. even the term friends stretches the relationship you two have... or so you think. it seems all this time spent together wasn't so devoid of feelings after all.

note: guys im going to be dead serious with you all right now this is 4k words of complete and utter FILTH this is like horrid. purely smut theres little to no plot... um... motivation to post this was from FINALLY getting the yuki bot to love me guys we all cheered in unison. YUKIBEL CANON!!!

wc ;; 4.2k

Yukimiya crashes his lips against yours with so much ferocity you wonder if this is truly the cool headed, kind pretty boy that everyone seems to fawn over. His glasses bump into your nose but you don't pay it any mind, and you can't help yourself. You kiss him back with just as much intensity, fire licking in your stonach and spreading down to the tips of your toes.

The way his tongue slips against yours—he almost feels experienced, with how easily he swallows the whines you let out and how simply he groans against your teeth. You don't like the thought of that, so you don't entertain it. All you want to think about is right here, in front if you—Kenyu Yukimiya, who's currently kissing you like it's his last time to do so.

The way he kisses—so firey hot and overwhelming, you knees buckle when his tough fingers find their home on your waist, blunt nails digging into your clothes and squeezing the fat around your hips.

His knee was placed right between your legs, from where you're pressed up against the cool, slightly dusty wall of the soccer storage room. He jerks his knee upwards with his tongue runs against the smoothness of your teeth, and your breath gets caught in your throat. Fuck.

He's criminally good, you deduced. His hands run along the side of your body—along your school shirt and skirt, hard and rough like he was waiting for his moment. The thought makes your heart race.

Your fingers thread through Yukimiya's brown locks and you tug, hard, when you need air. He groans hard, deep and sultry, against your lips, and pulls his tongue out of your god damn throat to pull your lips apart, ever so slightly. There's barely an inch of a gap between you two, but you still greedily gasp up all the air you can get, panting against his mouth like a damn mutt.

The sight of you-he thanks God that he brought his glasses with him, with such a wonderful sight—all red-faced and panting. Tell me, [name], who's the fool now? He smiles, wide, and he's sure you can feel the pull of his facial muscles with how close you're pressed together, as if leaving a gap between you both would kill you.

At this point, with his shorts straining against his hardening cock, he thinks it would kill him. You're burning hot, like a wildfire that he should not dare touch—but Yukimiya's always had a knack for going against the weak man's route out.

If he were a weaker man, perhaps with less self control, he'd have you crying on his dick already, babbling nonsense and clutching his shoulders like he was the only comfort you could find during these harsh woes. The thought does sound appealing to him—Yukimiya was never a liar—but he finds far more enjoyment in this process, rather than the result.

This process, the one that would lead to you begging for him—a warmth blooms in his chest—was one he was sure he'd enjoy, immensely.

"Yukki..." Your voice is light and airy, like you're already on the clouds—and you haven't even done anything yet. You're pathetic, desperate and needy, and Yukimiya loves every part of it. Feeling like, for once, he was in control-the brash, confident persona had disappeared, and all that was left in its place was a whiny girl who doesn't have the energy to get herself off. "Puh... Please..."

You don't even know what you're begging for—but with this unquenchable thirst bubbling in your throat, you know you want more.

"What?" He smiles-not his strained, clearly—pissed-off smile, but his model-worthy, drop dead gorgeous smile that is so rarely ever shown to you. From the way he's twinkling right now, teeth pearly white, it's so abundantly clear that he's enjoying this.

"T..." You swallow thickly, removing your nails from his scalp and grabbing onto his larger hands, pressing them right under your chest. "Touch me... please..."

Fuck. What a fucking asshole. He's getting hard from you asking this. You can see his soccer shorts straining upwards, and his cock is practically outlined in the material. Those shorts were always a bother to get off, anyway.

Yukimiya doesn't let your mind wander any farther, and slips his deft fingers underneath your white button-up. First, his lined fingertips trace your stomach, flitting over any odd lines and creases. The gentleness of his touch makes your heart leap in your chest.

He trails his fingers up until they come into contact with the lace of your bra. His brows furrowed slightly, a motion you find cute, and he wastes no time in slipping his arms around you and unclasping your bra, so swift and smooth you're sure he's done this before.

"You're a real pro at this," Your stomach twists in anticipation when he sends you a smile. He allows you to shimmy off your bra and quickly unbutton the first few of your shirt. Your cleavage is on full display for him, and his eyes practically sparkle behind his glasses' lens.

"Always so pretty," murmured Yukimiya under his breath, greedy fingers digging into your shirt and tugging your tits out the dip in the front, kneading and squeezing the fat once he got a good hold of them. "Pretty face n' tits," he shines you a pearly white grin once more.

You feel your face grow hot. The room must have gone from ice cold to at least thirty degrees hotter, with how your breath fogs slightly and a bead of sweat drips down the side of your face.

His pointer finger and thumb start to tweak at your nipples—shooting sparks of electricity down your veins, fingers trembling against his wrists. Your nails dig into his skin-perhaps marking him as yours, and Yukimiya can't complain with that.

You let out little gasps and whines that go straight to his dick-he can hardly feel how hard it is, though, when his entire, undivided attention is focused solely on you. How could he not? Your mouth is parted slightly in heavy breaths, and you have some sort of angelic glow to you that's impossible to ignore.

His lips meet yours once more, swallowing your breathy voice and entangling his tongue with you. Yukimiya can't get enough. He isn't sure he ever will.

After feeling your nipples grow hard and pebbly within his touch, he finally pulls away his assault and you can finally breathe again. At the same time, he also leans his head back from the breath-taking kiss, orange eyes flitted downwards at where your skirt creases just above your mid thigh.

Before he can do anything, however, you grasp at the ends of his shirt and tug slightly—the thought that that's all you can manage in this state somehow fuels his ego—with a pout on your reddened, thoroughly kissed lips, "Take... it off... please."

Yukimiya's no stranger to people liking how he looks-he is a model, after all—but the thought of you loving his looks so much your whiny voice is pleading for him to just take it off—it makes his cheeks grow pink. His heart churns in his chest when he shoves the end of his shirt over the head and slips it off with ease, revealing his slim, yet toned body to you and your eyes. It feels oddly romantic.

Yukimiya wastes not a single second, after slipping his glasses back on his nose, in dipping his head back down and kissing you once more, softer now. With feather-light kisses that make you feel like you're on a cloud, it almost does its job in distracting you from the hand that inches beneath your skirt.

It's embarrassing—practically humiliating to say—but you're seriously soaked. Yukimiya realises this when he rubs his pointer finger over your underwear and feels the wetness pooling—he smiles, wide.

All of this is because of him.

It somehow makes him a little more confident knowing you're just as aroused as he is right now. Sure—it was pretty obvious, but confirmation is always nice. He knows this better than anybody.

His fingertips grazes against the fabric covering your clit and the sound you let out is downright sinful—a broken, wanting moan that fills his eardrums-he thinks its about the prettiest sound he's ever heard.

"You're so insatiable," He grins, like a Cheshire cat, and lithe fingers slide your underwear to the side. Slowly, he traces the wetness that drips around your hole and clings to his fingers—dipping in the two middle fingers on his hand slowly, but surely.

Stretching you out was always an activity Yukimiya enjoyed. He dips his two fingers even furthur inside you, relishing in each hitch of your breath as he slowly pulls them out—then back in. It doesn't take too long before your whimpers pick up in both frequency and noise, when he starts scissoring your cunt open and touching every soft, squishy spot that makes your head spin.

You're so lost in the pleasure Yukimiya is gracefully offering you, that you don't even notice when he drops down to his knees—digging into the dusty floorboards of the soccer storage room—and tucks his head safe underneath your skirt, and pulls your panties down so they pool around your ankles.

He nearly drools when he sees the string of slick that connects his fingers to your pussy when he pulls them out. He can't see your face right now, from where his head is covered by the fabric of your school skirt—but he can practically envision the cute, confused expression you must have. He loves those expressions that you make—when you're at the peak of your pleasure and you're about to come, he doesn't think any sight in the world can compare to that.

That's why Yukimiya dips his head further and licks a flat, kitten-lick across the dip of your pussy. He hears you whimper—it makes him grin when he realises you can't even predict what he's going to do next because you can't even see him-he only feels you lightly grab the top of his head with your nails, still separated by the thick fabric of your skirt.

"Such a pretty pussy," He murmured, seeing your hole clench around nothing and making him smile. He absolutely loves it when only his words have such a big effect on you. "I could die down here."

Yukimiya nudges his head up, and presses a light kiss to your clit. He can feel the twitch of your legs when he does so. He does it again. Then again. Then once more. He's enjoying your small, minuscule reactions to his teasing. Until, you jerk his head forward with your hand—his nose is forced to nudge into your clit and his lips are practically buried in you already—and you groan, through heavy breaths.

"Yukki... stop bein' annoying! I'll punch you if you don't do it already, so stop—!!!"

Your words die in your throat when he immediantly starts eating you out like you're his last meal without any form of warning, tongue dipping against your hole and fingers moving upwards to help you get off. The cacophony of whimpers that leave your mouth fuel Yukimiya's want to just make you cum already, and the way you leave such a taste on his tongue is so addicting.

With his head buried underneath your skirt and the breathy moans that escape your bruised lips—it's abundantly easy to tell what's going on in here if anybody happened to walk into the very un-locked soccer storage room, but all it did was give you a sense of excitement.

You had to be quick, otherwise someone might walk in, and see you moaning like a cheap whore while Yukimiya, the popular, perfect pretty boy, has his head underneath your skirt and nose dug into your cunt.

Your stomach tightens like a coil, and your breathing suddenly intensifies. Your legs feel all jittery and your recognise this feeling just as much as Yukimiya does—you grasp onto the back of his head and dig yourself farther into his face, "I—I'm...!!! C... Close... !!!" You can hardly finish your sentence without a breathy yelp interrupting.

Thankfully—it seems Yukimiya knows your body just as well as you do—he speeds up his subtle ministrations and thrusts his fingers inside even deeper, thighs clenching around his head and you're rocking your cunt into his face and his glasses are all foggy so he can hardly see—he moans against your pussy from the overwhelming sensation, free hand gripping the fat of your ass.

You're unfathomably embarrassed that his deep moan was enough to set you off, coil snapping instantly and sending a flurry of pleasure coursing through every part of you. You're tearing up, lips trembling and you're babbling absolute nonsense, but Yukimiya slurps up every bit of the clear liquid that spills out of you. The lewd sounds make you slap your hands over your burning hot face.

You finally realise, after you ride out your high and slumped against the wall—you're not too sure Yukki has air down there, with how hard your thighs are clenching around him. You peer down when he slowly starts trying to stand up, skirt fluttering against the front of your thigh when he removes himself from the haven underneath your skirt.

You snicker weakly, hand slowly reaching up and covering your mouth, "You... okay?"

He looks like he just came himself. His face is burning hot and red, his perfectly styled brown locks have been tousled everywhere—stands falling all over his forehead and cheeks. His glasses are tilted to the side—sliding down his nose bridge and are completely foggy and hot. You wonder how they didn't fall off once you practically started riding his face.

"Great, actually." The charming laugh that escapes his lips doesn't match the wild expression on his face right now.

His pupils are dark and wide and blown with mind-numbing pleasure, sweat drips down his perfectly smooth face and his entire lower mouth to jaw is drenched in what seems to be a mix of your juices and his own drool. A thin line of it still trails out of his pink lips, and with how pathetic he looks right now, you can't help the smile that creeps up.

He looks so, so happy, you can't help but indulge him, just a little. When he sticks his drenched fingers into your mouth, you obediently suck them, tongue swirling around his fingertips and closing your lips around the base of his knuckle.

"You're gorgeous," he presses a light kiss to the top of your head, and removes his fingers from your lips with a pop. "My pretty, pretty girl..."

He's never felt so loving towards you before. It almost freaks you out. He wipes the wetness off of his face with the back of his hand.

You hate how much his nicknames have an effect on you. You can feel yourself clench around nothing—even though you just came-and Yukimiya easily notices the way you rub your thighs together underneath your skirt.

"Already?" He raises a brow, but looks evidently pleased. You don't wish to say a word, so you keep your embarrassment to yourself. "You're perfect."

He strokes the side of your face so lovingly—as if an apology of some sort for the harsh way he grabs your tits once more, kneading so hard it almost hurts in his palm.

"Mmm..." You hum—clearly in content, but wanting more—pushing back at his wrists. "We don't... have much time before they'll start looking..."

Right. For a good second, Yukimiya truly forgot where you two were. In the middle of the soccer club's storage room, after school hours and if you stay any longer you'll be practically asking for his teammates to find you two here.

Yukimiya sighs, like he's disappointed. "Alright. We'll go quick." He says the word with so much disdain. "But you'll have to keep it down."

A confident, knowing tone—god, does it piss you off, but you heed his warning with a roll of your eyes and begrudging nod.

Sucking in a deep breath, Yukki finally reaches down and slips a thumb underneath the waistband of his soccer shorts. He pulls the last piece of fabric he's wearing down, alongside his boxers, and just enough so that finally, there stands his painfully erect, pretty dick.

His cock is so pretty, just like he is. Pre practically drooling and flushed a cute pink at the tip—there's a freckle you love to kiss when you give him head and make him all starry-eyed. Despite how slim Yukki was, he did not lack one bit in this kind of thing.

You waste no time in reaching your hand down and cupping his cock in your palms-he hisses through his teeth and you smile at this. Finally, even if just for a moment, you feel as if you've gained the upper hand.

"Just..." He sucks in a deep, shaky breath. "Lemme..." He removes your hand-though, it seemed with much hesitation—and pushed you even harder against the pale blue wall.

He flips your skirt up and sneaks a hand underneath your thigh—lifting it up and you instinctively wrap it around his waist, like so many times you had before—he leans his hips forward, and his tip makes contact with your clit.

It makes you jump, and him smile. Yukimiya grabs his cock in his hand and guides it down the slit of your pussy—using your slick as makeshift lube and wetting his dick. With each stroke, his head caught on the hood of your clit and made you gasp.

Fuck. You're not too sure you can hold out for much longer without jumping him and sitting on his dick yourself.

Luckily—perhaps some higher being blessed you—Yukimiya finally deems you ready enough, and with one shaky sigh, he slips his tip into your flexing hole, making your stomach twist.

"Y... Yukki..." You pull him closer, so that your chest is pressed up right against his.

"[name]..." He mumbles, lips right next to your ear. His voice sounds like a soothing melody compared to the hotness between your legs that slowly made you unable to think. "Can I keep going... ??"

What a gentleman, anyone who didn't know him as well as you do would think. In reality, he just wants to hear you say it yourself, Yes, Yukki, I want you so bad, just put it in me already.

Well, unluckily for him, you're a strong, independent woman who won't bend to anyone's will except her own—

"Yes, God, I need you, Yukki..." Your voice comes out in a breathy whine while you stare up at him, eyes half lidded and hazy from lustful pleasure. Your words make him smile shiftily, pleased with your response.

As a reward for your obedience to his unspoken request, Yukimiya does exactly as asked and slips his cock in further and further until your hips are pressed right together, and he's bottomed out.

In this way, you and him have never felt closer. You've never felt such love bursting out of your chest when staring so deeply into his amber eyes. They sparkle, and it makes you wish to glimmer in his eyes, too.

Your heart nearly beats out of your chest when he gives a shallow thrust, testing the waters. "Mmm... Yukki..."

The way you say his name—lazy and drawn out, something so unlike you—drives him crazy. It gets him worked up enough that he gives a harder, more put-together push into your cunt.

It elicits another whine from you, so he keeps going. It doesn't take too long before he's set a steady pace and you're pushed back against the wall with each hard movement of his hips.

In and out of you—you think you may as well explode here and now. Your face is flushed so red and your lips are parted in a constant cacophony of moans, "Yukki...!" Is the only word he can coherently make out with your blubber of noises.

You're so quiet now—he thinks you should be like this all the time.

Well, not exactly quiet—but he likes these noises a lot more than the passive-aggressive insults, anyway. You sound so pretty—if he could, he'd record your singing for him and listen to it every chance he gets.

Yukimiya Kenyu is so undoubtedly, unfathomably infatuated with you that it scares him.

So, he chooses not to think about the underlying feelings that he may feel towards you—and instead, let himself get lost within this pleasurable feeling of you—and pretend for a second, you really are his.

He leans his forehead down and presses it against yours, eyes closed with grunts escaping his reddened lips. You're getting louder. The whines pooling out of your lips are like honey—but he can't possibly allow those that are unworthy to bear witness to them.

So, he does the only viable option, and presses his lips against yours—swallowing your moans and they reverberate down his throat. You're barely even kissing him—your lips are parted wide open even as his tongue slips between them. Drool pours down the side of your mouth and it's so messy and gross and Yukki can't get enough.

"Y—Yukki...!!!" He can barely hear you whine from the way his lips muffle yours. His lower stomach starts to tighten and he can feel your thighs tense up around his waist. You're close. He is, too.

It's as if instinct takes over and suddenly, he's groaning so heavily, pulling away from your lips and leaking down to connect his mouth in the crook of your neck.

He sucks bruises into your skin—purple blotches decorating the smooth expanse of your neck, but it only makes you louder. Yukimiya can't even find it within himself to care anymore. He wants to hear your voice blessing his ears—he couldn't care less if one of his teammates heard.

At least then, they'd back the fuck off.

"Yukki...! I'm so.... ugh...!! Yukki..." You repeat his name countless times, each time sounding sweeter as he approaches his soul ripping orgasm. His thrusts grow less precise and more sloppy—he's practically rutting into you while chasing his high.

You don't even get a chance to scream when his hand is abruptly shoved down your skirt and he starts rubbing at your clit. Your lips parted in shock and you're panting like a dog in heat—he rubs ferocious circles on your sensitive nub and it leads to the elastic band inside your stomach snapping upon contact.

Suddenly, the short-lived silence is shattered and you're mewling into his ears, tears streaking down your cheeks so pathetically that he removes himself from your bruised neck to kiss them away.

Salt stains his lips, and his brain when he realises what he's doing.

Fuck.

It hits him, hard. Both his orgasm, and the realisation that dawns upon him.

He's in love with you.

Yukimiya Kenyu is terrifyingly and irrevocably in love with you.

He thinks this as white spurts from the tip of his cock and shoots inside you—his thrusts grow rapid and eccentric as he desperately chases his high.

You feel so good—so warm, so snug, so you-that it makes his head spin with warmness and he can't help the words that utter out of his lips alongside heavy breathing and whorish whines that do not suit such a perfect boy like Yukimiya Kenyu, "I love you—IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouloveyou—"

He can hardly hear himself as he fucks his own cum back into you—dragging you both to the edges of overstimulation-but he can't stop. You sob even harder—you can't tell whether from his words, the confession that came with it, your painfully pulsing pussy or a combination of all three, "I love you! I fucking love you, Kenyu—I love you, I love you!"

The words spill out of your lips so naturally, like you had said it a hundred times before. This seems to calm his erratic mind, and he sucks in a deep and heavy breath of air.

Finally, after his cock softens inside you, he pulls out—a trail of his white cum drips out of your empty hole. It feels gross when you lift up your damp panties and slip them on. You shiver, but to say you hated the feeling of him being inside you would be a lie.

Yukimiya is silent as he bends down and picks up his discarded shirt, tucking himself back in and fixing up his shorts while you readjust your skirt.

After a little while of you twiddling your fingers like an idiot, you finally speak, "So... You wanna... talk about that? I mean... a whole lotta feelings were poured out there..."

The awkward tone you set instantly vanished when a boyish chuckle escapes his lips, and it makes you smile at him fondly. "Guess so."

His post-orgasmic glow made him look even more ethereal than ever before, and the thought that you would be the only one to ever see the perfect pretty model like this makes you feel all warm inside.

"Not very devoid of feelings anymore, is it?" Yukimiya manages to crack his first light-hearted joke towards you, and it positively melts your heart. "You... feel the same... right? You weren't just saying that... because you were feeling everything too much...?"

He sounds so scared. You wrap your arms around him, uncaring you're both sweaty and that the room smells of sex, it's a loving action that he immediantly reciprocates, "Duh. Why else would I say it, stupid? I didn't know... if you really meant it..."

I was scared you didn't.

"Of course I do," He presses a kiss behind your ear. It feels so intimate, even more than how he fucked you. Such a small action, yet it felt so meaningful. "I think... I always have."

You reach up, and clear the fog that's gathered on the lens of his glasses. He smiles at the gesture, and says, "Let's go. Our teammates are probably worried sick."

"Probably heard how good you were making me feel, actually," And there it is—the snarky, dirty comment he was anticipating yet not prepared for—and the evil smile on your thorougly-kissed lips confirms his thoughts. "I mean, gosh, I didn't even know I could be that loud. Just proves how good that dick is."

He stomach squeezes and his face grows red. "Fuck..." He groans, eyes half-lidded and clouded with a familiar emotion. "Why do you have to talk so filthily? Do you want me to take you again?"

The devilish—yet strangely innocent gleam in your squinted eyes say much more than words ever could. His cock twitches in his shorts—and all it takes is some languid rubbing and more vivid descriptions on how he made you feel, and Yukki is fully hard once more.

The sight makes you grin wickedly.

You reach your hand inside his shorts, deciding this time, you're going to take the initiative, while he can sit back and look all pretty.

Feelings can come later, all you can focus on right now is fanning the burning need within you—that can only be satiated by the whimpering man right here in front of you.

© ILIVERAEE 2024

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Miguel O'Hara — Please Don't Say You Love Me

cw: i cant stop thinking about him, so i wrote a one shot. but i also have a love-hate relationship with him, so i made it angsty.

Miguel O'Hara.

There isn't anyone in the Spider Society who hasn't heard of him: The Big Boss. He's strict, overworked, reserved, and has a bit of a temper—not that anyone would ever say that to his face.

However, to the select few who were close to him, they knew something more about Miguel O'Hara that they could never tell anyone else.

Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man of Earth-928B, is hopelessly in love with you.

And that alone is bad enough for Miguel. But would you like to know something even worse?

He knows you're in love with him too.

He was the first to fall, that much he knew, and he was okay with that. He simply admired you from afar, enduring the teasing glances and knowing smirks Jess and Ben would throw his way, and the unbearable teasing from Lyla and Peter B.

Slowly but surely, however, he started to notice the way your eyes would shine brightly every time you caught a glimpse of him. The way you started to have a pep in your step when you made your way to report to him. His enhanced hearing could even pick up the way your breath hitched in your throat or the way your heart skipped a beat.

Miguel then realized he had to put a stop to this......whatever might possibly develop.

From then on, he avoided you like a plague—which wasn't all that hard, but it led him to confine himself to his office more than he already did. Every communication he had with you remained professional, and he merely answered your inquiries with short quips, ending the conversation sooner than it had begun.

He was harsher with you than he was with others, overworked you. He did everything in his power to push you away from him, to make you lose interest in him, to hate him.

That didn't work, however. That much he figured out when he overheard your conversation with another Peter Parker, who pointed out his attitude towards you.

He forgot that you were a spider person; the epitome of hope, plenty stubborn, and more positive than he would have liked you to be.

"That just means he sees more potential in me and trusts in my abilities greatly, doesn't it?" You responded then, and even if Miguel couldn't see you, he could almost imagine the smile on your face.

Miguel walked away before he could even think of falling for you even more.

Both of you were never supposed to meet, never supposed to fall in love.

He reminded himself, his fists clenched, as he made his way down the halls of the Spider Society—the society that he had built himself to save the multiverse.

That's right. To save the multiverse, not to destroy it.

"But wouldn't you at least like to try?" The man was swift to put his hand up and wave Lyla away.

"No," Miguel's response was final, his brows scrunching together in annoyance, ignoring the ache in his chest.

Interweave enough universes, versions of himself fall in love with enough versions of yourself, and he might end up being the cause of the universal collapse instead of maintaining it.

His decision was final. His resolve was absolute.

Yet, he found his breath hitching in his throat when he saw you approach him, your determined gaze boring through his, your clenched fists at your sides, and he could hear your elevated heartbeat—one that he could clearly deduce was due to nervousness.

"Miguel," you called out, and he could hear the shakiness in your voice, "There's something I need to tell you."

Just like that, he already knew why you were here.

And he can't. He can't let you say those words. He already knew how you feel towards him, but if he hears it coming from you........ if he hears you say that you love him.............

He stops the thought, not even wanting to think about it.

"I'm sorry," he wasn't sorry at all, "I'm busy. Can this wait for another time?"

He turned his back toward you, pretending to focus on the number of screens before him. His eyes scanned through the information being displayed by the soft orange light, but his brain couldn't process any of it.

"It won't be long, Miguel." You pleaded, and he winced to himself. "I just wanted to tell you that I-"

"Por favor," Miguel rasped out exasperatedly, turning his head to the side as he gazed at you from the corner of his eye, "no digas que me quieres."

You didn't understand his words, that much he knew. Still, the tone of his voice must have been enough for you to back down, and he caught a glimpse of you smiling helplessly as you shook your head.

"Alright..." you spoke, "Maybe next time, then."

Miguel merely turned his head to focus back on his work, maintaining his facade until he could no longer hear your retreating footsteps. Only then did he allow his shoulders to slump over, burying his face in his hands as he repeatedly muttered 'esto es para lo mejor' to himself like a mantra.

If he repeated it over and over again, maybe it would lessen the pain in his heart.

If he repeated it over and over again, maybe one day he'll be strong enough to hear those words from you and not pull you into his arms and press his lips to yours.

If he repeated it over and over again, maybe one day he'll muster enough courage to reject your love.

If he repeated it over and over again, then maybe he would eventually fully believe that this truly was for the best.

[i-yap]

Hi Lovely,

I don’t know if your requests are open but I thought I’d try my luck. My cat died today and I’m really upset, I was hoping you could do hurt/comfort hcs with Jason (and maybe platonic Damian as he’s the big animal lover)?

Thank you x

Hey im so sorry for your loss man. even the dog in my dp has now passed away and he was my baby and I get how painful it is. I still miss him everyday and refuse to have any account picture without him . Just really take the time to heal and don't let any idiot tell you that yourent supposed to feel sad about a pet passing because honestly I loved my pet more than my brother and I'm sure that cat was loved and lived a great life.

Also my requests are always open I love writing them

Jason Todd x reader x platonic damian- When your cat dies

comfort, angst

It was expected almost, they were just so old and the visits to the vet had become more frequent. It seemed like they was in pain, and that hurt you so much that you wondered if maybe it was for the best. But your heart didn't let you accept that, they were your baby and you cant just accept loosing them like that.

So there you sat , on the sofa, clutching Jason while you sobbed. He sat silently, holding you to him firmly. He had already texted Bruce / militia saying he wont be In that night or as longs as you needed.

Jason isnt the best at comforting words , but there are no words to be said. What jason is good at though is validating your feelings. Even though he has limited interactions with your cat, he could see how deeply you cared for it.

So when your tears start to dry and you pull away from his chest he gently rubs away the remaining tears. He picks you up and carries you to the kitchen counter. Sets a pot of boiling water to make your favorite noodles/ tea depending on when you last ate. He then walks to the freezer and holds an ice pack in his hands . After a couple second he places his cold hands on your poofy tear stained cheeks .

"Im sorry to have burdened you, you dont cry when you've been shot and here I am crying over some cat . You don't have to stay, you must think Im so weak" you say softly feelings the tears starting to well up from the gentle way jason's treating you.

" No No I will hear none of that. How dare you think you are weak. I admit I don't know how to comfort you ..i never really got attached to a lot of things. But I love this about you, the way you love so much and so unconditionally. And the way you hurt for someone ..that's the real show of love. If the roles were switched, would you think I'm a burden? no right? So why would you assume I would? i want to be here for you, whatever you need whenever you need."

" you are doing really well so far"

the doorbell rings and Jason goes to open it.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE DEVIL SPAWN"

"Shut it todd, I'm here to see y/n."

"And why should I let you see her?"

"Because I know her cat died and I know you are incapable of comforting her since you have never felt an ounce of love for anything"

"I LOVE Y/N?? ALSO HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT- wait you hacked something didn't you?"

"Bruce informed me you would be staying in tonight andI have trackers placed on you and y/n and saw you driving to and from the vet , also Y/n hadn't logged into her work account. Even you would have been able to deduce that y/n needs me right now" says Damian matter of factly.

"dont be rude todd, let dami in" you say getting off the kitchen counter. You go over to shake dami's hand but he pulls you into a hug. You and todd exchange confused glances.

" I apologize for your loss y/n, if anything happened to my pets I would stab todd and then burn down a civilization" Dami's voice muffled from your clothes.

"WHY STAB ME"

"because you probably had something to do with it, You are very affection hungry when it comes to y/n"

"WHA-" "I agree with dami" "WHa-is that a backpack Demon spawn?"

"Yes , i will be spending the night here watching some "feel-good movies as she says it with y/n, I cant leave her in the hands of a barbarian now can I"

"I WAS TAKING CARE OF HER JUST FINE" shouts jason mock angrily, after all he understands how Damian and Y/n share a bond when it comes to their pets.

"Be happy I didnt tell the rest of the bats todd" " thank god for that"

You pull Dami in and fall asleep cuddled between your two amazing and caring boys, knowing that your cat was loved and spent their last moments knowing there were people in this world who will cry once they leave.

I hope this was okay , there weren't A lot of headcanons ..

[rekino2114]

Confessing to fem. Herlock sholmes

A/n:One of the first characters I wanted to do a genderbent post about without being requested to was herlock sholmes cause he's one of my favorite characters ever. Credit to mi_zu_no on Twitter for the art, and sorry if it's cropped weird since originally it was of all of the main cast genderbent

I'll change herlock's name to Harley

Being the great detective's partner was....an experience, while you certainly didn't expect her to be so...eccentric to say the least, you couldn't deny that those quirks of her didn't make her fun to be around. you also noticed that you two made a pretty great team when it came to solving cases. Overall living with her was a great experience, and maybe you had started seeing her in a way different than just a friend.

Little did you know that Harley had started seeing you in that way too but too scared to confess never acted out on her feelings, something that iris didn't fail to notice

"Harley, we need to talk"

"What is it, dear iris?"

"Do you like y/n....romantically?"

The detective fell down in surprise before quickly getting up

"Whatever makes you say that?"

"I mean, it's pretty obvious. You're always ranting about how amazing he is and how handsome he looks, to be honest I'm surprised he didn't notice"

"I see my detective skills must have rubbed off on you, my dear girl. You are indeed correct. He has taken my heart"

"Then why don't you just tell him?"

"And there lies the issue! you see telling him would be very risky, what If he doesn't feel the same, I couldn't look at him again if he rejected me"

"I'm sure he does too. Have you seen how he looks at you when you're together?"

"I actually didn't pay particular attention to where his eyes looked, probably because I was too lost in them ahahaha"

"......You're hopeless sometimes Harley"

"Why yes, hopelessly in love"

"Hey girls, what are you talking about?"

"Oh hi n/n, Harley here was saying-"

"Nothing you should take note of, my dear fellow. More importantly, I could sense my great detective's instinct tingle when you walked in here do you have something to tell me perhaps?"

"I see you're as observant as ever, indeed I came here to tell you-"

"Hush! I thought you'd learned by now, my good friend, that once the train of reasoning has started, it cannot be stopped. Now sit back for you will have the pleasure to witness Harley sholmes logic and reasoning spectacular"

".....really?"

"Don't we usually do this together?"

"Indeed but today you will be the victim of the great detective's deduction, so shall we start?"

Harley started to dance around you as usual

"First of all, we must notice you have quite the red complexion on your face, and I don't think it's something coincidental either. It's clearly something coming from deep in your body"

"W-well-"

"Secondly, I see that on your face. Not only is a red hue but also some water dripping down your forehead, do you mind explaining why you're sweating on a London winter evening, my dear fellow?"

"Alright I guess I should tell you i-"

"There is no need for words, for I have already deduced everything...... you have come here to tell me you were sick and had a fever"

"............"

"............"

"I see you two are too stunned to speak"

"That's....one way to put it"

"*sighs* You're just as great as always, Harley, but you're wrong. I'm fine but I did want to tell you something"

"Go ahead then, I trust no one else but my great partner to correct me"

"Well, the reason why I was so red and sweaty was because I was very nervous it's not the first time I feel like this around you, but today especially I really needed to tell you why: .......Harley I think I love you

"Ah I see, that was my second id-.....WAIT WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

The blonde woman fell in a comical way much like before, but got up quickly and looked at you with her usual smile and a slight blush on her face

"Pardon my yelling but that was a very surprising revelation you had there"

"Yeah, sorry if you don't feel the same but you're just so beautiful and smart not to meet incredibly fun to be around, you always put a smile on my face. I just needed to get that off my chest sorry"

"No need to apologize y/n for I think.....I may feel the same"

"Really?"

"Why yes, you're handsome, kind and can match my intelligence and.... admittedly hard to deal with personality, I would be a fool not to accept your confession"

"Oh, thanks so much, I suppose now I'm the great detective's partner in more ways than one"

"I couldn't have said better myself my dear now how about making our relationship official with a kiss"

She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss

"That was great"

"I couldn't agree more"

"Oh, that was wonderful. I'm so happy for you two. I must start writing the manuscript for next month's issue, the readers are gonna love a romance plot"

"And this calls for celebration, I'll get my violin and play a sweet melody for our love"

"I'm sure it will be great I love you Harley"

"I love you too my dearest"

[white-shadow25]

Hi, can we have an scenario with Fem!Reader and True Noah Tyki form? Like the reader (also his lover) thought that he will hurt or kill her in this form, only to be forced to cuddle with him on floor, while purring in deep and loud voice 🤭

I am so, so sorry about how long it took me to get into writing ಥ‿ಥ Honestly, I was kind of sick when the requests started coming in, I think, I'm not sure of the exact dates but it must been pretty much close to it.

Moral of the story, don't have COVID and dengue altogether, you will suffer.

(Also I wanted to thank those who sent me nice words, I've been wanting to answer since I received them but I was too weak and have been thinking about it since then but just never answer.)

Now, in more optimistic news, I write something! I translated it with the help of ChatGPT, (I write in a pretty bad Span-English most of the time) it was far more quickly than it usually takes me to translate things, and with my very limited English knowledge, I would say is fine, if you notice something's off let me know so I'll never use it again  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Two days passed since the Ark incident. Two days in which Tyki hadn’t awakened. You stayed by his side the entire time, sitting in a chair next to his bed. You hardly slept; he didn't allow you to. Every now and then, you would hear him, and it broke your heart to see him writhing in pain in bed, his moans and groans keeping you alert.

In these two days, you hadn't been able to get rid of the oppression in your chest that’s been overwhelming you since Adam returned to the new Ark with Tyki slung over his shoulder. Your mouth had gone dry, and your stomach churned. You rushed to them, and the Earl told you what had happened in a more optimistic tone than you would have liked to hear at that moment. He left Tyki in your care, fully trusting that you could handle it alone, and then he left, leaving you with the unconscious Noah. Since then, you've stayed by his side, wiping the sweat from his face and managing to feed and give him water.

Road visited you, but you noticed something was off about her. Her movements seemed oddly calculated, her eyes lacked their usual sparkle, her voice was weak, and you were sure her hair color dulled occasionally. You deduced that she hadn't come out of the battle unscathed and was tired, whether much or little. You sent her to recover, and somewhat reluctantly, she obeyed, not without warning you to be careful, the man you were caring for so lovingly might not be your partner. After reminding you to call her or Sheryl in case of an emergency, she left.

A growl brought you back to reality. Tyki was trembling, curled up. You dampened a clean cloth in fresh water and tried to uncover his face, which he kept hidden under the blankets.

"Tyki?" you asked, leaning over him on the bed. "Love?"

The Noah's growls grew louder, and in a movement you didn't fully understand, you fell to the floor along with the chair you had been anchored to for the past two days. The blankets moved as if there were a fight underneath, and you knew what it was.

The tentacles were not new to you; you had seen them before, hours after the Earl returned with Tyki, to be exact. You had already learned not to get too close in those moments. The small cut on your right palm started to bother you—a mark that would stay as a reminder of the first incident, a visible and tangible sign of the lesson learned.

Without standing up, you slowly crawled away from the bed. You sat in the corner near the door in case you needed to leave, and with your eyes fixed on the movement of the sheets, you waited. The growls intensified, the sheets tore, and the tentacles waved, twisted, and abruptly stopped. You could see how the Noah's back slowly straightened. His hair, now long, cascaded from his shoulders, and you couldn't help but shiver. The cold silence of the room chilled your bones. Your trembling fingers tried to grip the wooden floor, scratching it. In a blink, the Noah's figure towering above you.

And you could see his golden eyes. Those eyes you had seen thousands of times before, the same eyes that not long ago looked at you with the love and tenderness of the most devoted lover, now stared at you coldly and expressionlessly. This wasn’t Tyki.

You automatically understood the situation. You scanned the room frantically with your gaze, looking for Lero, but he wasn't there. Your breath caught, your heart stopped, and you bit your lips to stifle the small sob that fear had left in your throat.

You slipped a hand under the skirt of your dress; you had some talismans hidden in your stockings for emergencies, thinking, you could stop Joyd long enough to find Lero and improvise from there.

With a rough shove, the Noah pulled you from the corner and dragged you to the carpet in the center of the room while you took out the talismans and hid them in your sleeve. Before you could even remember the spell to use them, Joyd straddled you, a predatory smile on his lips and a sadistic gleam in his eyes. He leaned closer, buried his face in the crook of your neck, and inhaled deeply. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. You could see his posture relax, starting with the muscles in his shoulders followed by his back. He rested his forehead on your shoulder and slid his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly and nuzzling into your chest.

You waited for him to do something else, but that something never came.

"Tyki?" you asked again. Your shoulders tensed involuntarily when you heard him growl. "Joyd!" you corrected yourself immediately. "Joyd, Joyd," you repeated. "I'm sorry."

He nuzzled against you a bit more, and you couldn't help but giggle. Moved by tenderness, you hugged him back, and you could swear he started to purr.

It wasn't Tyki who controlled the body, but it was his body, and you remembered this when moved by instinct, you planted a soft kiss on his forehead before cuddling him to your chest. His body was so familiar that touching it felt easy, natural, right.

You stayed embraced for a while, the tik-tok of the clock and the loud growls of Joyd lured you to rest until he lifted his face slightly, just enough for your eyes to meet. And there it was. They were still the same golden eyes but now shone with an affection you knew by heart.

"Name?" Tyki asked in a husky voice. His eyes were half-closed, like someone who had just woken up.

"Yes?" you whispered, holding his gaze, your voice a fragile and warm murmur. A sound that felt comforting in the cold silence of the dark room.

He buried his face in your chest again. "Nothing," he sighed. He was too tired and in too much pain to think. The warmth and comfort of your embrace kept him sleepy and calm.

You slid a hand through his hair, lulling him, while the other traced circles on his back.

"I'm glad to hear you again."

[brujitaadinbo]

They say that mothers have a highly developed sixth sense for everything and let me tell you that I fervently believe it. I just checked this after watching Ahsoka with my mom, she has no experience in SW, she never watched Rebels and it was her first time watching the series, just like when she watched The Mandalorian, she deduced a lot of things just by watching.

I can only tell you that I always base myself on the facts and what has been seen on TV.

Sabine definitely feels something more for Ezra and it is not simply a "sisterhood" I love that both here and in The Mandalorian they show you the characters in their worst moments, in depression, in their duels and in some way they also show you that sometimes what they want or need the least is what actually helps them, or it's what they want or need.

Bo Katan did not want to see Din again and technically managed to save his life, give him back his planet, build a beautiful relationship (because it is, canon or not, they combine very well and hate will not change my mind) And above all, return some glory to the Mandalorian people.

Sabine lost her family and doesn't want to know anything, she lives her grief and a very particular one, she distances herself from everyone and takes refuge in Ezra's home, she takes care of his things and unites hers in that hiding place. Grief can be experienced in many ways but let's be honest, when you lose a family member, especially a brother, it is hard and very difficult but unfortunately life has to go on, it is very different from when a mother loses her child or when someone you lose your loved one.

Sabine shows it in every moment, it hurts her not to know what happened to Ezra, she is immobile, the pain does not allow her to move forward. My mom, seeing this, asked me, who is Ezra? Why she miss him so much? I replied, you have to keep watching, I won't tell you anything. But in particular we both agreed that when Ahsoka showed hope to see him again, with the map, Sabine came back to life. He regained the shine on his face.

We also agreed and you can see that Ahsoka had that feeling all the time, that knowing, that Sabine had an irrational need to see Ezra again. That's why he says it more than three times. Until the moment he says, Can I count on you? Somehow he doubts and senses that Sabine did not destroy that map.

That's why Baylan convinces her to go together to Peridia, for his "lost friend" despite all odds. That's why Thrawn also tells him so. "that foolishness of finding your lost friend" and she answers "you would never understand" because Sabine has always been defensive about the feelings she unconsciously shows towards Ezra and does not recognize them even when she is exposed. That's why she hide them and I'm sorry, but I do have a brotherhood with someone, very close, I don't care what they think, I show my affection because we are brothers. I explain?

It doesn't make sense unless they're setting up something big later.

The best thing is the moment of Sabine and Ezra's reunion, the hug that "according to them" doesn't prove anything, but the sighs I could hear, well, why hide what you feel? My mother told me "They hug each other very affectionately, it doesn't seem like their friend, it seems like it's the boy they like"

Also when Ahsoka already finding these two, she tells Sabine "Looks like your bet paid off" In the end Sabine feels good because she found Ezra in some way or another, that irrational foolishness calms down and even her use of force is shown magically… coincidence???

I don't believe it. and to conclude...

Sabine prefers that Ezra go home, the whole situation becomes complicated and at least she knows that he is alive and well, her heart is calm. Now he knows that he should be with Ahsoka, she is his teacher in a way, she gave him back the hope of finding Ezra, of seeing him again. He has to be with Ahoska because thanks to her she was able to see him again.

To affirm that Ezra and Sabine only see each other as brothers is to deny the facts and deny what was experienced in Rebels, the development of the relationship of these characters and above all to deny that Sabine prefers Ezra to the galaxy.

I'm sorry but I will also send this ship and not abandon the DinBo, only time will tell us who was right or at least what will happen to all of them.

this is the way....

[alexisherself]

The Damned Crown of Karsus

Summary: Gale and Solikha find a way into the vaults of Sorcerous Sundries. Gale looks through the Annals of Karsus and Solikha has a panic attack basically. Spoilers for Act 3 Gale/Durge storylines.

I can't stop writing stuff that is so angsty, help (or don't it's fine)!

It was an off day where their companions and them had some down time. Jaheria, Karlach and Minsc managed to catch Rion up with what was needed in Rivington to protect the refugees. Shadowheart, Asartion, Wyll and Laezel had decided to touch base with Guild about any other goings on they’ve heard of, especially in regards to the search for Bhaal’s temple, which they had deduced was in the sewers.

Solikha and Gale had been visiting Rolan, Cal and Lia to go over the tower artillery and sort through Lorroakan’s stash of scrolls and items when Rolan mentioned he discovered a way into the vaults below.

“I know you had mentioned wanting access to the vaults below the tower” Rolan said as Gale looked as if he was going to pass out and fall over the balcony they stood on. “Just a floor below, it’s a pedestal that will take you to the archives. I didn’t venture far but feel free to take a look and gather anything you need.”

“You didn’t venture far Rolan cause you set off a trap” Cal laughed out loud as Lia snorted. “He came back all singed and I thought maybe he blew himself up with a fireball.”

Rolan blushed and the trio started going at it while Solikha giggled before she turned to Gale. His eyes were alight with determination and she could tell it was taking every bit of strength to keep himself from bolting back into the tower and throwing himself to the floor below.

Her stomach churned and heart sank. Ever since learning more about the crown, how her and Gortash stole it from Mephistopheles, and reconfiguring it to take control over the Elder Brain; she had been very wary of discussing it with Gale. She knew of his ambitions and through their whole journey she’s tried to make it known she loves him for him and not any power he wields or could potentially possess. All she wanted and needed was Gale Dekarios, the human wizard. But how could she tell him ‘No, I won’t help you become a god’ when she herself had already essentially tread that path with Gortash. 

Before she could say anything Gale had already grabbed her hand and cast featherfall on them. She leaped to the floor below without even thinking. Thanks to Volo’s eye, Solikha was able to suss out which pedestal was the correct one. At least this thing came in handy, she had to give Volo that. 

“Gale, I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Solikha was nervous now, a feeling of dread sinking into her soul. She went to reach for his hand but he was nervously pacing.

“Nonsense, you are more than capable of handling the traps down there!” Gale said, obviously not quite understanding what Solikha meant. “If there was a time to doubt yourself it is not this moment. We are so close, I can feel it.” 

She wasn’t sure if Gale was talking to her or to himself and in that moment she figured there was no stopping him now. She sighed and grabbed his hand and touched the pedestal. If anything, this vault would likely have an excellent selection of loot for them to acquire and they could discuss the book later.

A similar tug at the gut and the appeared in an atrium with clearly visible burn marks across the marble from Rolan’s mishap days prior. It didn’t take long for Solikha to disarm the traps Rolan didn’t set off while Gale cast Knock on a couple of the chests and door into the next room. 

“Silverhand, Elminster…and Karsus.” Gale’s eyes are ablaze with wonder and Solikha grabbed him before he stepped on the trapped floor plate. “Ah yes thank you my love.”

“Just steer clear until I’ve done a quick trap check, okay?” She looked over the door and surrounding area carefully. Dismantled two traps that definitely would have sent a disintegrate spell towards them and allowed Gale to step forward. “Should be good now, though I’m unsure if I can unlock this door.” 

“No worries dear, I have a couple more spells in me today.” Gale winked and cast knock on Karsus’s door. It rippled with blue light and a magical click echoed in the room. Solikha felt as if she was going to empty out her guts right on the floor.

Gale opened the door slowly and there it was, right in front of them, just sitting on a half empty shelf. She heard him breath in shallowly and walk over to pick it up. Solikha busied herself disarming, unlocking and scrounging for scrolls and other items trying hard to think of how to tell Gale this was a bad idea.

“This really is it…not only that but it contains diagrams of how to to put it together. The original designs! I could reforge it, I could..” he looked up at Solikha, her eyes full of emotion he couldn’t read. “What is it, love? This is so exciting, it could answer all our problems. I could rip you from Bhaal! Cure myself of the orb...”

“Gale I…I’m not sure I want you delving into this.” Solikha interrupted him quietly, looking him in the eyes. “The crown is dangerous, I can’t lose you to it. I can't lose you to your ambitions.”

“Oh pish posh, don’t be such a hindrance after being such a help.” He sounded annoyed as if he thought she was trying to ruin this moment. “You’ve done this once before right? I’m sure deep down the muscle memory will kick in and with your help there is no way I wouldn’t succeed.” 

She felt dizzy and unsure on her feet. Memories swimming of the cold of Cania, a hand in hers and his smile. Promises of godhood and power on the way to Moonrise. The crown being placed on the brain. Her memories cease to flood her mind and she comes back to the room. How does she tell him to learn from her mistakes? How does she say there is nothing good to come from this damned fucking crown. It will ruin him. It will kill her. 

“Solikha, are you alright?” Whatever annoyance Gale felt was was cut short as she went pale as a sheet and looked as if she was going to pass out.

“You can’t do this, I can’t be a part of this. Not again.” Her voice cracked and tears formed in her eyes blurring her vision. “Gale please, please understand nothing good can come from this.”

“You helped him. At least you know I would do good. Solikha, you know me. I’d use this power to help the world, not destroy it or turn a blind eye.” Heavy silence fell as Gortash was finally brought up and Gale knew he fucked up. He started to apologize but his words fell apart as they reached her ears and her body froze. He didn’t just use that against her, did he? How dare he, how could he? Shouldn’t she be angry? She knew she should but she felt nothing but despair as her mind sunk into blackness. Tears streamed down her face hot and salty. 

“How could…did you just?” Her mouth felt like mush and her words choked out between gasps. Panic arose and the room spun around her. “Gale I can’t believe you just said that. How could you say that?”

She couldn’t look up at him but she felt his arms fold around her. He held her tightly and kissed the top of her head. “Love, that was wholly out of line. I’m so sorry, I never should have used that against you. I’m sorry.” Gale whispered softly over and over again. Solikha wanted to believe him even though every atom in her body was telling her not to; telling her to use the disintegrate scroll she just found on the book and let him leave her. At least that way he’d be safe. 

“If you want to use the past against me Gale, then heed my warning.” She spoke into his chest, still not able to look at him. “There is nothing good that can come from reforging the crown. You once spoke of Gale’s Folly when you told me of the orb. That damned stupid crown on that monstrosity of a fucking brain is my folly. We need to learn from our past actions. Please.”

She felt a slight change in Gale’s body while they were still entwined. His body stiffened for a second then relaxed. Did her words find him finally? I

“Just hear me out, love. Come to our bed tonight after your bath and I’ll bring you somewhere magical. If you still wish to speak with me, that is.” He said cautiously, knowing he was still on thin ice.

She sighed into his chest and his index finger hooked under her chin, bringing her face to his. He kissed her so gently as if she was delicate enough to break in pieces. He wasn’t wrong either, anxiety had filled every nerve in her body as an impending doom set in. She wanted to trust him, to not let this feeling overtake her. To trust he would hear her out and she could walk him away from this. They broke their kiss, leaning together forehead to forehead and she replied finally, “Until tonight then.”

[flxwxr-bxy]

Hii hru?? If I may, can I request chuuya and ranpo having a crush then confessing Hcs? GN!reader too :>

Feel free to decline ^^ and have a great day :D

— BLUE SALVIA ☆

☾ Hi! Ty so much for your request and support I really appreciate it☆

☆ Genre: Fluff

☾ Character: Chuuya x Gn! Reader / Ranpo x Gn! Reader

☆ Warning: None!

☾ I am not a native English speaker, so I apologize if you find any spelling mistakes.☆

— Chuuya ☆

The kind of guy who asks for permission to court you.

It didn't take him long to realize his feelings for you, after all he doesn't spend much time with many people, so when he realized that he felt more at ease when he was with you and that he didn't have the need to go home if he was in the same room with you, it was a matter of time before he realized his crush

At first, he didn't know exactly what to do, but after figuring out that he couldn't keep it to himself, he decided that asking you for a date was definitely the best option.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous that you'd reject him, but it wasn't as if keeping his feelings to himself was any better, so he confidently walked up to you and looking deep into your eyes asked you out on a date.

Relieved the moment you accepted his offer, he made sure to make his feelings quite clear with actions and gifts, gifting you items you mentioned you liked and inviting you frequently to dinners.

This would continue for some time until he was certainly sure that your feelings for each other were the same, he confessed quite casually in one of your late night conversations and without helping himself he gave you a soft smile when his confession was accepted.

“I'm sure by now you should have realized my feelings for you, although I'm not going to lie and say I'm not scared about it, and what it might imply for our future, I can't pretend they don't exist either, so with that in mind what do you say, would you go out with me?”

— Ranpo ☆

Completely oblivious to his feelings

when I say it would take ranpo a long time to realize his crush, I mean it, he wouldn't question his feelings for you much because he also enjoys spending time with the other members of Ada, but what he couldn't realize was the way he treated you slightly differently than everyone else

inviting you to his research without realizing that he liked to brag about his ability and your praise, sometimes giving you some of his candy if you were feeling bad or just hungry and feeling a rather new sense of affection whenever you were around, or shared some of your food with him

he only started to question it if someone else mentioned these things to him, it wasn't until Poe mentioned how relaxed he looked every time you were around that he finally truly questioned whether he was in love

after coming to the conclusion that yes, he was in love with you, he decided that the best option (even if he already deduced it) was to see if you felt the same way, after all his ability was never wrong, was it? Yeah, that didn't make him any less anxious

You were quite surprised by his sudden confession, but you couldn't say you weren't relieved that he felt the same, so the two decided to go on a date the next day and parted ways.

Ranpo relieved that he wasn't the only one in love, decided to show you his feelings in the best way he could think of, actions

trying to spend more time with you in what he hoped was a not-so-obvious action, or if you let him hug you from time to time, even sleeping on your shoulder on the days he really didn't have much to do. At some point, even Ada's members wondered if you were already dating and just didn't mention it, hoping everyone would assume.

Even if he wasn't oblivious to your feelings for him now, it didn't make him any less anxious the moment he asked you out, what if you decided you didn't want him anymore? How could he face you after you turned him down? So on one of your dates he decided to ease his heart and talk about how he really felt, and with one of the happiest smiles you've ever seen him have, you accepted his confession.

“Hey, I know this is pretty sudden, but I can't keep it to myself any longer, I'm in love with you, and I'd love to go out with you, that's if you accept my feelings. How about it? It's not such a bad idea, right?”.

☾ Author's note: Blue salvia is a flower that means "thinking of you" . Pls reblog and follow if you want, I hope you have a lovely day or night. :) ☆

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[hekateinhell]

Lestat/Armand

Armand couldn't help but scoff at Lestat's satisfied face, as he said : "Why would you want to go ring shopping with me? You already bought Louis a ring."

for the five sentences writing meme!

"Yes, I know." Lestat arched a brow in Armand's direction, usual flirtatious smile teasing at his lips. Utterly aware of the effect he had on Armand and reveling in it. "I was there, incidentally."

It wasn't that Armand wouldn't have otherwise been able to deduce the situation if it had been Daniel or even Louis...

Lestat suddenly hurrying him off the street and inside the shop of one of Paris's most expensive jewelers. Exclaiming, "Let's take a look!" with a breathless enthusiasm that was rarely seen now at court. His golden smile lighting up his face with a childlike excitement that made Armand's heart clench in his chest for reasons he couldn't quite decipher.

But it wasn't Daniel or Louis, it was Lestat. And the sometimes spoken but usually unspoken thing between them was just that.

"Lestat," Armand tried again, softer now, not wanting to damper his spirits. Spoil whatever moment this was, could be. "I don't understand."

He stood so close he had to tilt his chin to see Lestat's face.

Lestat, expecting a kiss, instinctively bent down to meet Armand at a height more comfortable to him and was granted one; sweet and chaste as Armand resisted the urge to devour him whole in front of a mortal audience.

"You do understand," Lestat's voice was rough as he pulled away, his large hands coming to cradle Armand's face. "I know you do, my love."

Love.

Armand hummed as he licked at his lips, savoring the taste of Lestat on them, unmistakable and pure. Placed his hands over both of Lestat's to ground himself in the present, willing his heart to remain open. Allowing it to be hopeful. "I need you to say it," he whispered. I need to hear it. I deserve to hear it!

Lestat sighed, his grey eyes scanning over Armand's head, his breath picking up to match his nervous energy. Stay with me, Armand silently pleaded, knowing how mercurial his prince's moods could be. How much he'd always been at Lestat's mercy even when Lestat himself didn't know it.

"Armand?" Lestat's gaze returned to him now, threatening to consume him with the intensity of it. He sounded as vulnerable as Armand had ever heard him.

"Yes?"

"Wear my ring! Be my Blood Spouse as Louis is! I would have the two of you together with me, for all eternity!"

It's so Lestat, not asking on bended knee but fervently demanding a vow Armand never thought he desired up until this very moment.

Yes. Of course. I'll wear your ring however long my immortal life may be, even when I'll want to rip it off and throw it in your face.

But Armand couldn't say any of that. He was too overcome. Instead he merely nodded, his face still gently held in Lestat's hands. Opening his mind and hoping Lestat heard the loving sentiment echoed in each word, even the crude ones.

"Good," Lestat kissed him again, beaming once more. "Very good."

Shockingly I already posted about what kind of rings Lestat and Armand might wear for each other HERE.

[thegenvyisreal]

Good Omens Season 2 Episode 6 Thoughts (for real this time)

Let's just take this chronologically so I can lose my mind at the end.

Crowley in heaven! What a dork! He looks lovely I hope SO MANY PPL cosplay him.

OKAY. OKAY LISTEN. I know we never got Crowley's angelic name but that demon was a SERAPH I WILL NOT BE TAKING QUESTIONS. I AM A RAPHAEL!CROWLEY TRUTHER AND WILL BE SO UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE.

He's so powerful! Someone on here pointed out that when Gabriel in the recording said he was the only supreme (or level 1 or something?) archangel in heaven it panned immediately to Crowley. MY MAN. MY GIRL. CROWLEY IS SO IMPORTANT!!

Throwing encyclopedias at the demons and Aziraphale wincing, boy I feel you.

And shax made fun of Zira for liking food?? Okay fat shamer! Get fucked!

Wartime Halo Demon Bomb?? Great band name.

Crowley defusing a war with just saying "no, bad, do NOT"? The power he has!!

OMG

INEFFABLE

BUREAUCRACY

First of all, I THOUGHT the fly was a Beelzebub thing! I just didn't think it had Gabriel's memories in it.

Their little love story was cute, but explain to me HOW we were supposed to deduce why the jukebox is the way it is or WHY Gabe lost his memories without the Bureaucracy exposition??? NEIL YOU WANTED US TO FIGURE IT OUT BUT HOW???

Good for them for going off together but it's just so SILLY how THEY get to have that and our duo DON'T. I do not like it.

Okay. Let's get on with it.

So I DON'T get my angsty finale, but I do get something INFINITELY WORSE.

Maggie and Nina coming to Crowley to tell him what's up. Good for them!

Nina calling Maggie Angel I ALMOST FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR

Hell yes Derek Jacobi you're so lovely but I want to punch the Metatron in the FACE.

Why on earth would you get Zira THAT coffee?? He doesn't drink coffee!! Is this some power trip?? Is there SOMETHING IN THE COFFEE???

Aziraphale. Sweetie. Darling. Dear boy. You're so STUPID.

Crowley being like, I need to tell you this right now or I may never be able to say it. And Zira like, hold that thought! YOU RUDE LITTLE BITCH LET HIM SPEAK.

Aziraphale. WHY. WHY DO YOU INSIST THAT HEAVEN IS SO WONDERFUL AND GOOD!!! THEY SUCK!! THEY HURT PEOPLE!! YOU LITERALLY LIED TO THEM ABOUT JOB'S KIDS CUZ YOU KNEW THEY WERE WRONG!! WHY DO YOU KEEP DEFENDING THEM!!

Crowley confessing. Begging Aziraphale not to do this. Aziraphale not understanding why Crowley WOULDN'T want to do this. ZIRA AFTER EVERYTHING CROWLEY'S BEEN THRU YOU WANT HIM TO GO BACK TO HIS ABUSIVE FAMILY???

The kiss.

My heart shattered.

I've been waiting for this moment for over a month, and I got it in the WORST POSSIBLE WAY. Crowley's desperation, Aziraphale not knowing how to react. Not reacting at all. Crowley kissed him and he just stood there.

Sidebar: I KNOW that Aziraphale KNOWS that he's in love with Crowley. He KNEW in 1941. You dumbass. You imbecile. You fucker. Why.

"I forgive you".

LITERALLY MURDER ME

I want to understand him. I am Aziraphale-coded for sure. But I guess I'm also Crowley-coded?? Idk what to do with my feelings.

The WAY he SAYS the line. The ACTING from Michael. Bravo bb. THE WAY. HE SAYS IT. MY HEART IS ALREADY TORN OUT AND NOW YOU PUT IT THRU A MEAT GRINDER.

Excuse me Zira I have one question:

WHAT.

ON EARTH.

DOES HE NEED TO BE FORGIVEN FOR.

YOU ABSOLUTE TWAT.

I'm gonna commit multiple crimes.

Crowley just standing there HEARTBROKEN. He LOVES THAT ANGEL SO MUCH. HE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM. I'M GONNA MCFUCKING LOSE IT.

And he just walks out. And Aziraphale looks just as broken. I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

And after EVERYTHING. Crowley still waits by his car. Waits to see if Aziraphale will come to his senses and come back for him. But he doesn't. Zira even LOOKS BACK AT HIM before going into the elevator. How DARE you. How FUCKING DARE YOU YOU COWARD.

And you know??? You know what really gets to me?? You know what really cooks my noodle?? Besides the "I forgive you"???

Aziraphale's face journey in the elevator. How it lands, at the end, on a horrific smile. Bless Michael's acting skills cuz that is a horrible smile.

And Crowley just feels nothing. Completely broken. Like all of us.

I get it. I GET THE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE PARALLELS. @sycophantastic pointed it out, that it's a 3-act structure, and I know this is the "dark night of the soul" portion of the hero's journey. I GET. IT. I still hate it.

It took me forever to get to sleep last night. Like an hour and a half. Cuz my brain wouldn't shut up. And I dreamt about them. And it was awful and sad. And NOW we're going to a friend's house to watch the whole thing with her for the first time. Again. I have to endure this again.

I need QUITE EXTRAORDINARY AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL.

[you-know-honey]

How does it feel to be in a relationship with the Papas (Based on songs)

I love writing about ghouls but we can't leave the Popes out of all this, I love them too so I'll bring them up more often (I added Copia as cardinal, since I feel there could be a big change in our adorable Cardi C)

Young Papa Nihil

Always - Bon Jovi

He was in love with you for a long time, only when he stepped on stage was he able to have enough courage to tell you, even though he knows that he is not worthy of the love that you have given him or in general he is not worthy of someone like you.

What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair

To touch your lips, to hold you near

He doesn't want to break your heart, but when you least realize he has been very close to ruining everything, no matter who is in front of he, he loves you with the same intensity as the first day, always.

You see I've always been a fighter

But without you, I give up

He feels that his story has already been told before, and he fears that this time, just like the previous one, his passionate and intense love will end up condemning your life to a tragedy. He knows that he doesn't deserve you, he doesn't understand why you chose him but he will give everything he has to at least be a man worthy of your love.

This Romeo is bleeding

But you can't see his blood

It's nothing but some feelings

He is not entirely an idiot, he has never broken the promise of eternal love and being at your entire disposal beyond any circumstance. He will always give you that look of a fool in love, it doesn't matter if you yell at him, even if you threw a chair at his head, he will never change that look.

Yeah I will love you, baby

And I'll be there, forever and a day

He tries his best to keep you happy, but he is too clumsy, even on dates there is a way to have small accidents. But he really tries, he tries to be a good boy for you, so he can look at you with your bright eyes every day.

I'll be there till the stars don't shine

Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme

el amor del narrador trasciende incluso el fin de los tiempos

Despite all his impulsive mistakes, he has never doubted his feelings for you, he knows that if you asked him to jump off a bridge he would do it without hesitation. He has loved you with the same intensity since the first day he saw you, perhaps it is even a love that transcends, he would never stop loving you, even if you asked him it would be the only wish he could not grant you.

We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives

We'll find a place where the Sun still shines and

I will love you, baby

He always suffers from regret every time he sees tears in your eyes, even if it is not his fault he feels pain that he did not avoid that pain and he will beg for redemption, he will recognize his mistakes no matter how shameful they are and expressing his desire for a second chance.

But, babe, if you give me just one more try

Papa Primo

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

For him, romance or even love was never an option, The Clergy was on him expecting him to be better than his father so it was something complex just approaching you to chat, it was not difficult for him to fall in love with you since it was something totally new for him but as the feelings grew, so did the pain of not being able to express them.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

He is always afraid, even if no one notices. Within him there is a great conflict between the irresistible attraction he always has for you and the fear of suffering a heartbreak that will break him completely. He is afraid that you will think he is boring or pathetic and look for someone better to live a more public and less limited relationship or worse yet that the Clergy will take you as a distraction and never see you again. The fear of losing you eats him inside.

What a wicked thing to do

To make me dream of you

From his appearance it is difficult to deduce that this man has a strong need for a real and pure connection like the ones he used to read as a child in old books. When he is with you, he is simply desperate to be in your arms, and talk about anything away from the Ministry and what his position means. He wants something real and he found that in you.

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

He has always had to navigate life completely alone and has drowned several times in front of everyone. You watched and you were basically his lifesaver in his worst moment, even when he was locked in his room you managed to get him out of there, you washed his hair when he didn't feel able to do something so simple and you took the food to his room to eat with him even though Sister Imperator and even his own father didn't care at all. So he is eternally grateful to you for that and it is no secret that the best flowers in the garden end up in a huge bouquet for you.

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

He has always seen that love will always lead to suffering, so he was quite resistant to being close to you. Accepting that he loved you and that you loved him was a lot to process, it was difficult at first of course, he wanted to keep everything a secret in case the Clergy considered it a distraction to his plans but like any man in love he couldn't resist sending the most beautiful flowers in the garden in a bouquet for you, giving you exquisite perfumes and hundreds of poems in letters that appeared under your door very frequently.

No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)

He is an insecure man, although on stage he basically seems like an eminence who has always felt trapped under the clutches of the Ministry, so for a long time I considered love as a "perverse game" with which he could be deceived. But meeting you quickly threw those thoughts away, he was able to trust you, you would be there, to trust that you would not try to use him to gain some kind of status in the Ministry. You were the first time he felt that someone approached him completely honestly with an open heart.

What a wicked game to play

To make me feel this way

He has completely fallen into the trap of love, he lives with more enthusiasm than ever for you, although more than once pessimistic thoughts cross his mind, thinking over and over again about how you will end up getting bored of being the secret of someone like him. He would always prefer you to break his heart than break yours, he couldn't live with the pain of hurting you. He only wished he had met you in another life, one where they were free to live that sweet love in the eyes of the world.

(This world is only gonna break your heart)

Papa Secondo

RUNRUNRUN - Dutch Melrose

He doesn't understand how you fell in love with him or what you saw in him, but he is even more surprised by how he fell for you, as if he were part of your seductive spell.

Oh father, please

Please forgive all my sins

He feels weak to let you into his heart, he feels imperfect but he sees you as perfect and he doesn't understand how love looks good on you but is rare on him. After accepting that he was in love with you he felt judged everywhere, he felt small in the place where he was the boss.

The devil is in the mirror

He's staring right over me

He never wants to leave you, he is afraid of having you so close that you see everything bad in him, so sometimes he is cold and then affectionate, always staying far away to never lose you. Feel that you can have anyone and that it is a mistake of your innocence.

I think I found a new addiction

It feels so right

He is ready for you to break his heart, sometimes I feel like it is the best thing you could do and look for someone better but you don't do it because of your innocence in seeing something good in him.

Run, baby, run

Run for your life

Even so, he knows that if you walk away he will beg the darkness to have you close again, there is no one on him, but you are on him, he is on the ground, you have your heels on his chest and he likes it.

I'ma tear out your heart

It'll always be mine

Even so, he knows that if you walk away he will beg the darkness to have you close again, there is no one on him, but you are on him, he is on the ground, you have your heels on his chest and he likes it.

Oh, there she go

Losing muy head

He can't help but smile when he sees you, he just enjoys your sweet existence. He wants to be with you always, he wants to hold your hand in your last breath and leave with you when the time comes.

Say you'll always be there

'Cause I will

Every moment alone with you is so precious and so liberating that he just wants to gather in your arms after each long day of work and let go of the heavy burden of being who he is.

Please don't waste any time

He knew the true meaning of sinning with you, he felt like the serpent tempting (he still doesn't know how) the most beautiful creation on earth and taking it to the alluring darkness.

You've shown me the holy light

Papa Terzo

A Little Death - The Neighbourhood

Terzo has always been a "desirable boy" because women and men feel temptation, but everything is physical, it doesn't matter if he had true feelings, he was always seen as an object of desire. But then you arrived and a spark of hope was lit, no matter how many opportunities there were to end up in something sexual, you weren't there for his body, you were there for him, for who he really was. And although he was suspicious at first, he let himself be carried away by the desperation of something that was never shown to him, love.

Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in

The concierge was cold

He knows that you are both mortal, and he feels that everything before you was a waste of time, he found sensuality in simple and intimate things other than sex, with affection, compassion and what it really meant to have a connection with someone he didn't like you want to let go. He feels human, real. Not part of the great plans of the Clergy, he feels like a simple man obsessed with a single love, with a single body, with a single soul.

I want you touch me here

Make me feel I am breathing

Even though people are dying to be with him, when he stops acting like the sexy man and sex god everyone leaves. He was afraid that the same thing would happen with you but you always stayed and he stayed, even with the fear of being abandoned he gave himself the opportunity to live the relationship of his dreams with you, it doesn't matter if they came back drunk from a party and he couldn't even remember who. It was, he would take care of you, listen to you tell stories even if it was the third time you told it, he found more intimacy in those moments with you than in passionate sexual nights with anyone else.

A glimpse of the silhouettes

A night that they never forget

He is desperate for human contact, so he holds your hand frequently, kisses your lips as if he couldn't live without them, and holds you in his arms every night to sleep breathing in your scent. He is afraid of disappointing everyone but especially you, his heart could not bear it, he wants to live up to the level that his brothers could not, he wants to see the world at his feet, proud and know that in the end he can return to you and melt in your arms.

Touch me, yeah

He feels a deep emotional and physical connection with you, something he never thought something so good could happen to someone like him. You make him feel alive, like a real human, he adores what he feels for you, he adores you and is at your feet for whatever you want, he knows that he is incapable of saying no to you. He could never deny something to the person who first made him feel that he was worth it, that all he deserved to be loved intensely.

Feel like I am human

Together in solitude he could finally feel the fading of his problems, how the world seems to move on another existential plane when they are together, something that he can compare to the climax, feeling how the adrenaline gives way to total peace. He is intense in every small moment of intimacy and has always placed the power to revitalize (or destroy him) in your hands, confident that you will never hurt him.

She sough death on a queen-sized bed

And he had said darling you looks can kill

He knows that love and seduction are a dangerous path and he is willing to take the risk, he is tired of fleeting things and one-night strangers. His heart just wants to close and open his eyes looking at your face and feeling your body close to him, close to his heart.

So know you're dead

Papa Copia

Honey Are You Coming? - Måneskin

Since you appeared in his life he was taken to a place where time and more worries fade away, no matter that his time is limited, with you he is in a space where love is the only law and everything is possible…even being happy.

Meet me there where ir never closes

Meet me there where it's never hopeless

All is fair in love

He feels in a utopian encounter, trapped in a mental space, where connection and freedom are infinite when he is with you and does not want to stay away from your side. He is a little scared of feeling so good, as if the streak of luck is being too long and he will soon fall into cruel reality.

It's five AM

We feel so good, it's almost frightening

He feels capable of anything, as if the mere fact of having you motivating him gives him a shock of unbridled energy that makes everything possible, he forgets fear and insecurities, he is ready to take on the world.

I'm made for you, we can't deny it

He understands that now he is the one in charge and he wants to live on the edge with you, doing all those things that "were not for cowards like him", he does not measure the real consequences, he only has one objective, to see your smile at the end of a long day.

We're gonna get sky-high and create a new world

And if it sounds good for you, baby, just say the word

He is an intense man, romantic to death and quite passionate. He is totally trapped by your love, even when he thought that love was not for "old" men like him, there you were showing him the opposite. Enjoying time with him, playing video games, with his rats or running alongside him while he drove his beloved red tricycle.

Meet me there,I'll give you your roses

He likes to shout to the world that he has someone special in his life who loves him as much as he loves you, he boasts of his intense connection with his brothers, especially with Terzo. Do not doubt that every night when he is on tour he will call you just to see your face and hearing your voice that I miss so much. He loves to expose all the affection he feels for you, going with his hands intertwined or shy kisses and strong hugs are always something you will receive from him. He is proud to love you and show the world that the best person on earth loves him.

It's not one-night stand if it turns into two

Oh, I like it

He has made it very clear to you that he is not a child, he is a man who overflows with Italian romance and passion. He has taken you to places you could only dream of with dinners made by himself, he has shown you that he is a skilled dancer, he likes to surprise you with considerable gifts just to make you smile, have you had a hard day? He will prepare a warm bath for you and in his arms he will take you to bed to receive a massage and maybe something else…

I'm gonna show you this Italian, amor

Even though he seems like a clumsy and shy man, he immerses himself with you in the world of love and never wants to leave, he loves that his love never seems overflowing to you and you simply want everything he has to give, he only wants to make you eternally happy in all the possible senses.

Honey, are you coming?

Cardinal Copia

Beautiful Things - Benson Boone

He was always being stepped on by someone, even when he had a position of respect. And when one of his rats ran towards you and instead of being scared or kicking it you took it in your hands and approached him gently to hand it to him, he knew that you were someone worth knowing and with time and coexistence it was clear that he was more than in love with you with every fiber of his body.

For a while there, it was rough But lately I've been doin' better

You are the most valuable thing he has, the person he values the most. It doesn't matter if people make fun of him, he ignores all that because he knows that just having you makes him a winner. That doesn't stop him from feeling like he's not enough for you, he only knows love with an end, and he fears breaking up with you more than anything, he would get on his knees, beg for you not to leave, between tears he would tell you how much he loves you. You have made it clear that your last wish on earth is to break his heart and you want to live an eternal love by his side.

But I know the things He gives me, He can take away

It is difficult for him to open up to you and talk about his past without ending up shedding a few tears at the very least, but you have always made it clear how proud you are of how far he has come, he considers you the best blessing that the present could give him, he would travel a thousand times the painful path knowing that you are the goal.

I found my mind, I'm feelin' sane

His biggest fear is that everything good can disappear as quickly as it came. May everything you have experienced together simply fade away and you become a tragic story in their memory. They are things that run through his mind more frequently than he would like and in the company of you in his room he will take your hands and caress your skin, reminding himself that if there is a promise that he must be firm to himself, it is do everything possible so that love does not fade away.

But there's no man as terrified as the man who stands to lose you

He has been in trouble with the Clergy for being "childish and sentimental", the threats have always been present but when they appointed you he simply begged on his knees for you, because they would never take away the most beautiful thing he has. He will give everything in his duty but he can he will return to you to feel free of ties and feel that they still exist together.

Please stay I want you, I need you, oh, God

He will make prayers begging for the permanence of happiness and love in his life, he recognizes their ephemeral nature, so in his prayers and supplications he will always beg for you, to have you by his side for the rest of his life and even after life.

Oh, I'll tell ya, I know I've got enough I've got peace and I've got love

This man melts with you, opens his heart and thoughts to show you the vulnerability and sincerity of his interior. You are his weak point, there is nothing he wouldn't give for you and no person he wouldn't give for you. You get to see the real man behind all that face paint, all the layers and nuances that he possesses and you can only feel absolutely enthralled by him.

I need These beautiful things that I've got

He knows how to appreciate small things, actions and moments over ostentatious objects. He values the relationship above all else, even when the voice in his head is pessimistic and he mocks him. He is able to get up every day and find in you a reason to get out of bed and be the best version of himself just to make you feel proud.

But I'm up at night thinkin' I just might lose it all

[pancake-breakfast]

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 1, Chapters 7-8 below. (More detailed thoughts will be their own posts.)

Chapter 7: Rem

Who counts speed in decimal points of MPH?!

I'm laughing so hard over the ominous kyuru-kyuru-kyuru of the squeaking wheel.

IT WAS JUST A DISTRACTION!!!

Dang, that's so many communication tubes...

LOL, I can't believe Vash took the time to make a sign and stick it to one of the mook's backs.

"That blond twit" is probably one of the nicer things people have called Vash, TBF. I don't think that title would bother him much.

Heheheheheh, Vash just... randomly having high-tech lost technology tiny radio gadgets on him. Because of course he does.

This is true. Also, he probably doesn't want to. He should probably just explain by smiling and saying, "I'm Vash the Stampede!" That would probably be enough.

Aw, man. Things are already not going their way.

I love, love how strongly Vash reacts to realizing he accidentally injured someone badly. It hurts to see, but it tells us so much about his character.

Current favorite Vash Serious Pose:

Oh, child. Vash knows EXACTLY what he's doing and what the risks are.

Vash is telling Katie to remember Rem's name, but without context, it's just gonna be confusing for the kid.

I appreciate the little detail that, now that the injured peon is being treated for his wound, we see his face. Now he's no longer a faceless peon. Now he's a person.

I've seen other people say it, but I'm gonna say it, too. Vash is absolutely not underestimating people.

I love how Vash's face is covered in this panel. I love how it obscures our perception of how he's reacting to this. I love how hard this hits when you know his history.

"Your ticket to the future is always blank."

Yeah, Shinypants McGee gets it. He recognizes skill when he sees it.

Poor Vash has been running around too much with all this. He needs a nap and some juice. And... uh... medical treatment.

That... is the exact opposite of "the only clear room."

And yet, Vash's first concern is making sure Katie is safe.

Chapter 8: Duelists

Aww, colored Milly and Meryl!

And here the ship's captain is like, "Yep, I'm now putting all my hopes into the hands of some rando I haven't even met because he may or may not be giving Shinypants McGee trouble."

Someone's been dodging bullets again, I see...

Current favorite Vash Annoyed Pose:

Dear lord, this crotch shot. It's upsetting. Suffer with me (and the kid) as I post a picture of it.

Pfft. I'm pretty sure only a couple chapters back Vash was talking about how people's hearts in this world were so dry it made him wonder why folks go on living. I think he knows that reality isn't exactly pretty.

DERRINGER MERYL!!! DERRINGER MERYL!!!

LOL, Milly just inventing a cool name for herself on the spot.

Overlook today's events?? Why is she blaming Vash for today's events?! He's been doing his darndest to STOP today's events, and he certainly didn't put them in motion!

Hahahaha, seems like the peons didn't realize they were up against Mr. The Stampede.

Dang, Vash cutting right to the point there. He just straight-up deduces Shinypants McGee lost family in July. Shinypants denies it, but methinks this good sir doth protest too much.

Alas, no answers for anyone here.

Despite everything this guy's done, Vash trusts he'll honor the bargain of the duel and agrees to it.

I love that Meryl and Milly are still running around in their peon suits.

DRAMATIC COIN TOSS

Really, all Shinypants has to do is drag this out. He doesn't have to win. If he takes too long, the ship is lost regardless. But if he takes too too long, he'll go down with it.

This guy opens fire wildly, but Vash... he only shot a single bullet, yeah?

Oh, babygirl. Where's your band-aid??

Sure, he's honoring his bargain, but the situation just went from bad to worse.

[perplexedflower]

Laws Of Love - Chapter 2: Glowing Amidst The Dark

Fandom: Jericho.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Bill Koehler x Female Reader.

Type: 5-chapter fanfiction.

Summary: Having to deal with the end of the world is not easy. But it gets even worse when you also have to start dealing with your own feelings. Bill Koehler’s life takes a changing turn when a newcomer arrives in Jericho, and he soon comes to realize the day she walked into his home also marked the day the bomb in his heart went off.

Chronology: Season 1.

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"Hmm..."

I groaned slightly as I turned around on my bed. Despite the exhaustion I was feeling, I opened my eyes gently as rays of sunshine were piercing through the curtains of the window. Rising into a sitting position, I yawned while stretching my arms out. I looked around my new bedroom and my eyes fell on the boxes I had brought with me. The previous night, Bill had helped me unfold the couch that was in the room into a bed, and he had also brought in a small wardrobe for me to store my belongings and clothes; or at least, what was left of them. However, I had not felt like unpacking the night before, so my stuff was still packed inside the two cardboard boxes, sitting on the floor near the wardrobe.

I got up, my feet meeting with the cool wooden flooring, and walked out of my room while rubbing my eyes. I took a look at the clock hung on one of the hallway walls and saw the hands had just hit 9 AM.

"Oh, Christ..." I sighed while grabbing my forehead.

I made my way downstairs, deducing Bill was already gone and out of the house, given the time. Once on the first floor, I indeed saw no sign of him, nor heard any sound, meaning I was left home alone.

"I guess it's not too late to eat breakfast..." I thought aloud as I walked towards the kitchen.

I began thinking about what I could make myself, wondering what to borrow from Bill's kitchen. But once I stepped into the room, my attention was instead diverted to a piece of paper set on the counter, purposefully positioned in a way making it visible to anyone walking in. I picked it up and read it out loud.

"[Y/N],

Considering everything you had to go through yesterday, I figured you must be tired, so I let you sleep and decided not to wake you up before I left. Don't hesitate to make yourself at home while I'm away and help yourself to some food in the kitchen if you're hungry.

P.S. I stumbled upon the spare front door key I mentioned yesterday while going through some things this morning, so you're free to take it with you. Oh, and I've headed out to City Hall to try and see what we can do about this EMP situation. You can find me there in case you need anything."

I rubbed my eyes once more as I bit my bottom lip lightly.

"Right, the EMP incident..."

The night before, the rumble and shaking Bill and I had felt were caused by missiles being launched above the town, and it had soon been followed by an EMP that hit the entirety of Jericho: in an instant, the electromagnetic pulse had disabled any and all electronic devices.

Waking up in the aftermath of such a thing, the town's got to be all turned upside down, I thought.

I started walking around the kitchen while thinking again about the events of the previous day, when I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

"Wait a minute..."

I leaned against the counter, looking down.

"With the EMP... All clocks have stopped... So the time displayed on the one Bill has can't be right."

Walking out of the kitchen, I decided to go check it again: climbing up the stairs, I saw the clock hands had not moved an inch since I had woken up, and I immediately felt like the biggest of idiots.

"The EMP happened at 9:02 PM, so the clock is now stuck on this time..." I said lowly while facepalming. "... I mistook PM for AM."

Looking back up at the clock, I started tapping the heel of my right foot on the floor.

"God... How am I gonna be able to tell what time it is, now?"

Hearing myself say those words, a sudden thought crossed my mind, and I felt my expression change in an instant. I headed to my room and opened one of my two boxes to dig out a small case made of metal, before unlocking it with a click. Inside was an analog watch, entirely mechanical, and just as I had theorized, it was still functional, even after the EMP. I extracted it out of its case and tied it around my right wrist, then took a look at it to see the time: the hands read past 10 AM, which made me sigh once more.

"Great, even worse."

Seeing how late it was, I gave up on the idea of breakfast and instead decided to get ready for the day. I first headed to the bathroom to take a shower, since Bill had shown me how it worked the night before. I stepped in but realized I had nothing to wash myself with, since it had all burned down with the rest of my house; with no other option coming to mind, I decided to borrow Bill's body wash and shampoo.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind... probably."

After I was done washing myself, I headed to my bedroom and changed into new clothes, the least messy ones I had left. I then took care of emptying both of my boxes and storing the last of my belongings in my wardrobe, ordering them properly. After that, I stepped into the hallway and leaned against one of the walls; looking around me, at the 'mess' Bill was ashamed of, an idea crossed my mind as I smirked. I began a hunt for cleaning tools around the house, and eventually found some supplies stored in one corner of the bathroom, as well as in a few cupboards in the kitchen. Gathering everything I had found, I did some sweeping and cleaning, starting with the bathroom, then moving onto the hallway itself. After having finished with the hallway on the second floor, I took a break to catch my breath and admired the shiny floor.

"Well, it sure is much better already." I said as I brushed my hands off my clothes.

I turned around and looked at Bill's closed bedroom door, before my eyes moved to the door of his office. I lowered my gaze to the floor as I grabbed hold of the mop next to me.

I need to respect his privacy... Never mind cleaning those rooms.

Looking back up, I glanced at the inside of my bedroom and quickly concluded there was not much for me to clean in there, so I moved on to the first floor. I spent the rest of my morning cleaning the living room, after which I took care of the kitchen: reordering some things and cleaning off dusty spots, I did my best to make the first floor look as good as possible. In the kitchen, I did the dishes, cleaned the cupboards, took out the trash, and much more. After my work was finally done, I sat down on one of the dining chairs and exhaled deeply, giving myself a short rest.

"I can't wait for Bill to come back home and see what has become of his kitchen." I smiled while looking around.

But as my eyes swept across the room, I noticed I had forgotten to clean off the counter; getting back on my feet, I grabbed a sponge and a dish towel, then made my way to it. But as I was about to sweep it clean, I once again came across the note Bill had left me earlier. Reading it a second time, I picked up on his handwriting and thought it looked a little messy, although somewhat cute. Looking at the spare key set next to the sheet of paper, I could not help but smile.

"Bill is so considerate..."

I felt my cheeks redden slightly as I grabbed the key and put it in my back pocket, along with the note itself. I took a look at my watch and cracked a smile seeing the time, before putting the cleaning supplies away and back where I had found them. Going back into the kitchen, I decided to prepare sandwiches, for both Bill and I. Using every ingredient I could find in his cupboards, I made two of my signature sandwiches, then packed them in small paper bags; the bags in hand, I gathered my things and headed out of the house, closing and locking the front door behind me. I drove all the way to City Hall, the sandwiches tightly secured on the passenger seat, then parked next to Bill's car. I pushed the door to the police station open, still carrying the lunch bags: wearing my usual smile, I scanned the area until I spotted him in one corner of the room, seemingly busy working on paperwork, a pen in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. My smile unconsciously widened as I made my way toward him.

"Oh, deputy Koehler!"

He rose his head from the pile of paper he had his nose buried in, and a slight expression of surprise appeared on his face, mixed with one of joy. He got up from his chair and walked up to me.

"Please, call me Bill. We do live under the same roof, now, after all."

Before he had time to add anything, Jimmy, who was near us and had overheard our conversation, walked past us while giving us suggestive looks. Bill stayed silent, but I could feel that he wanted to tell him something. He turned back to face me after Jimmy had left and shook his head with a short smile.

"And, frankly, even if we weren't, I'd still tell you the same thing. In this town, everyone knows each other and all you hear are first names."

He stopped talking to rest his elbow on the front desk counter, a slight smile on his face.

"If you want to blend in and no longer be seen as a newcomer, I'd recommend you start doing the same."

I chuckled a little and nodded while smiling.

"Alright, you got it... Bill."

I spotted his eyes looking down at my hands, as he saw I was holding something.

"Hey, what's that you've got with you?"

I looked down at the bags myself with a warm smile.

"Well, when I saw the time, and I saw you weren't making your way back home for lunch, I started thinking you were probably too busy to even take a break, then I theorized that you've probably been skipping meals since the bombings happened, what with all the work you and the other deputies have, so I thought I'd take care of it for you."

I raised my bags onto the counter and he looked at them with an expression I had trouble deciphering.

"[Y/N]... It's very kind of you, you didn't have to..."

"Well, I wouldn't want my guardian angel to start starving." I chuckled.

He scoffed lightly as a touch of blush appeared on his cheeks. I rested both of my elbows on the counter and looked at him closer.

"People are relying on you a lot these days, Bill. You told me that yourself yesterday. And you're right. So don't push it too hard and think of taking care of yourself, alright? I don't even want to imagine what the town would look like if you were to fall sick tomorrow and strip it of one of its only remaining deputies."

Keeping his head lowered, with his look directed at the ground, it was clear my small speech had moved him a little, so I gave him a soft elbow push, which made him look at me: I sent a smile his way, which he quickly adopted as well.

"Now come on, let's eat." I said with a sign of the head. "I'm starving."

We grabbed our bags and headed for a free desk for us to sit down and eat together.

"What, you didn't eat breakfast this morning?"

"Well, I woke up after 10, I felt it was too late for breakfast."

Bill was about to unpack his sandwich when he suddenly stopped and looked at me, slightly puzzled.

"How did you know what time it was?"

I raised my right hand and rested it on the table for him to see.

"I looked at the clock hung in your hallway at first, but when I remembered they had all stopped working, I also remembered something else." I said as I looked down at my watch. "This watch was... somewhat of a gift, that I've kept as a memento for quite some time, now. But I've never really worn it before."

I looked back up at him.

"However, I recalled it was an analog watch, entirely mechanical, and these are usually assembled in a way that allows them to survive an EMP. Additionally, it was sealed in its original case, made of pure metal, which further protected the watch from the pulse. And it's also what allowed it to survive the fire at my house."

Bill looked at my wrist, analyzing the watch, while I looked at him with a slight smile.

"I've got one of the few remaining functional wristwatches in this town, don't I?"

He kept on staring at my wrist for a few more seconds before looking up at me.

"Probably, yeah." He nodded while starting to unpack his sandwich.

We began eating, and as I took a bite, I saw him take one at the same time.

"Oh, by the way, I didn't know what kind of sandwiches you liked, so I kinda just made it the way I like to eat it, I hope it's okay..."

"Don't worry, it's perfect." He quickly replied with his mouth full and a warm smile.

I laughed at the sight and took a bite out of my sandwich while staring at him.

He's so... soft to look at.

Still staring at Bill, a dreamy smile on my face, I suddenly straightened my back and changed expression as I realized what I had been thinking about; catching myself red-handed, I felt my face starting to blush and quickly looked away. I looked around the police station and saw many townsfolk coming in and out in a consistent flow. I looked back at Bill while taking another bite of my sandwich and clearing my throat gently.

"So, speaking of the EMP, how are things looking? Do you guys or the mayor have any idea how to handle it, or how long it's gonna last...?"

Without having to reply, I could read on his face the expression he made and understood the situation was not looking good.

"Well, it's most likely to last for a while... In the meantime, the complaints and infractions have only gotten worse, and I'm willing to bet they won't stop any time soon."

Listening to him talk, I looked at my sandwich, then put it down on the desk in front of me.

"What if I lend you guys a hand here at the station?" I asked.

He stopped eating and looked at me, a little confused.

"What, d'you mean working on investigations and all that?"

"Yeah."

"[Y/N], you can't..." He started while shaking his head.

"Aren't you guys recruiting deputies these days?" I cut him off before he could continue. "Well, one's standing right in front of you, willing to give you all the help she can."

"[Y/N], that's not how it works... Besides, you're still very new here..."

"Oh, yeah? And you're telling me that Rob guy isn't a newcomer as well? Why does he get deputy privileges?"

"Robert Hawkins? [Y/N], he's an ex-cop, it's nothing like your situation. He's trained for this, knows how the business works."

I rested both of my elbows on the desk and gently put my right hand over his.

"Bill, I get it, you don't know me very well yet, almost no one in this town does, but that's why I need this opportunity. I need to prove to you and the rest of this town that my potential can be put to good use."

My hand still resting on his, I shook my head a little.

"You don't know what I'm capable of doing, Bill. I can assure you I could give you decent help."

I took my hand off his and went back to holding my sandwich.

"Besides, I've got no job at the moment, I've got nothing to do with my days. I'd be available at all times, ready to receive your orders."

He looked down with a sigh, seeming pensive.

"At least let me prove my worth to you during today. Keep me around as a deputy in training until the end of the day, and by then, you'll have had enough time to judge my performance and tell me if you think I'm qualified for the job. And if I'm not, then I won't bother you anymore with this."

I looked at him, my smile vanishing a little, as he was still lost in thought.

"... Please?"

Bill turned his head to me and nodded while closing his eyes.

"Okay, fine."

"Thank you, Bill—" I smiled warmly, about to reach for his hands again.

"But you keep your promise: you follow my orders, alright?" He added.

"Yes, deputy sir." I replied solemnly while putting my right hand holding my sandwich against my temple.

He chuckled lightly while going back to his sandwich as well.

"Alright, well, finish your sandwich quick, your apprenticeship as a trainee deputy starts once we finish this lunch break."

I did as I was told and we both quickly finished eating. Once we were done, Bill gave me a quick tour of the police station, and even of City Hall in its entirety; explaining some of his job's basics to me, I listened very closely to him, keeping in mind every piece of information he shared with me. But eventually, as my training went on, we were told by other law enforcers to go do some field investigation and pay some of the citizens a visit. I went with Bill everywhere he went around town, and followed his lead throughout the day: but before I could even realize it, our day as instructor and trainee was over.

Once we were through with our last field task, we made our way back to his car.

"I've got some things to do down at the station before ending the day." He told me while sitting behind the wheel.

"Okay." I nodded slightly.

Neither of us spoke during the ride, and my usual smile had shrunken as I fell deep in thought. Not long after we had hit the road, I shyly looked over at Bill: watching him drive, I silently tried to read his face and get an idea of what he was thinking about, but I quickly gave up on the idea, too tired to start a psychological analysis, and looked back out the window instead. Once back at City Hall, he went to his desk and seemed to be organizing some paperwork. I hesitantly stood back, watching him do his things, not knowing whether I had to give him a hand or not.

"Alright, I'm almost done ordering this folder." Bill spoke up after a few minutes of silence.

He came back to the front desk with a folder full of papers in his hands and reached for something out of my sight beneath the counter. He walked back to his desk, and seemingly started writing something down; before I could ask myself what it could be, he came back to me with it and put it in front of me.

"Oh yeah, and this is for you." He let out.

I picked up the blank paper, wondering what it was, as he went back to his desk yet again. Flipping it around, I read the words 'Deputy training exam: Passed' written in red ink. I looked up at Bill with a bright smile and met his eyes, which were smiling back at me.

"Thank you so much, Bill, I promise you, you won't regret it." I exclaimed as I jumped up excitedly.

"I hope so." I heard him say in a chuckle.

I looked up from the sheet and was greeted by a playful smile, which undoubtedly made me blush; thankfully, in the evening light, Bill did not seem to have noticed the pink tone my cheeks adopted. He promptly closed the folder in his hands and made his way back to me.

"Alright, I'm finished with all this paperwork, let's get outta here."

"You got it." I nodded, following him out of the building.

Heading outside, we got into his car and drove to his house, but this time, the ride had a pleasant atmosphere to it. I looked out at the streets we were driving by, feeling the cool evening breeze brush against my face, letting it blow my hair gently. Feeling overjoyed, I turned around to look at Bill with a bright smile.

"So, what made you change your mind about me being your deputy buddy?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes still on the road.

"Well... Many reasons, actually." He started while shrugging lightly. "First off, you've got the natural ability to keep calm and cool in most situations, which is a good quality to have for someone engaged in law enforcement. Then, you've also got good social skills, which is always helpful when we have to interact with people, especially this town's emotional people who are on the brink of breaking down at any moment. Lastly, you're very productive and can be efficient even over short periods, which, frankly, is exactly what the station needs these days."

I smiled warmly as I listened to Bill complimenting me, and while looking down at the paper he had given me, I felt a deep sense of pride. He suddenly scoffed and gave me a glance from the corner of his eye.

"You haven't thrown that paper away yet?"

I turned to him, smiling, and shook my head.

"No. I mean, after all, I still have—"

My hand reached for my back pocket to grab the note he had left me in the morning, but I suddenly stopped halfway and felt myself blushing once more. I smiled and shook my head.

"Hum, nothing, forget about it."

He looked at me with a smile from one corner of his mouth before looking back at the road.

"All right, then. Keep your secrets."

Thankfully for me, by the time we had finished our conversation, we had arrived in front of his house, and I followed Bill to the front door as he unlocked it.

"Oh, I forgot to remind you to lock the front door on your way out, but I guess I wouldn't have needed to anyway."

"Well of course, who do you take me for?" I rhetorically asked with a chuckle. "I wouldn't have let your house unlocked."

The second he pushed the door open, a beam of light illuminated the inside of the room, and I realized he had turned his flashlight on, which surprised me.

"Woah, your flashlight still works?"

He looked at me from behind him then at the flashlight in his hand.

"Thankfully, yeah. It's an older model, so it didn't get fried too badly."

He stepped inside and I followed him in while chuckling happily.

"Well, between my watch and your flashlight, I'd say we've got a head start over everyone else in town."

Waiting for him to react to my comment, I instead found myself greeted by silence. As I turned to him to see if he was alright, he turned around to face me, his mouth half-open.

"What is it, Bill?"

"You cleaned the house?"

I opened my mouth as well, before looking down at my feet while grabbing the back of my neck.

"Hum... Yeah."

He turned back to the living room and walked to it without a word.

This was a bad idea..., a part of me thought.

"Did I make myself... too much at home?" I shyly asked, embarrassed.

He still did not say a word and instead walked past me to get to the kitchen. I took a few decided steps in his direction, stopping at the archway of the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Bill, I shouldn't have, I should have known it was too much... Look, at least I didn't go inside your bedroom and your office, I didn't want to go through your stuff, so I stuck to this floor mostly..."

Silence followed once more, making me nibble on my bottom lip.

"This is surreal." He finally spoke up, a hint of joy and enthusiasm in his voice.

He turned around and shone the light in my direction, allowing me to see his smiling face.

"I've never seen my house this... clean and organized before."

I blinked a couple of times, looking somewhat surprised.

"Oh... So... you're not mad?"

"Only a truly mad person would get mad at you for working such a miracle."

I chuckled and felt myself blush slightly.

"But, really... You didn't have to, [Y/N]. It must have taken you all morning."

"No— Well, yeah— But really, I didn't mind."

Looking into his eyes, I shrugged lightly.

"You were so worried about the mess in your house last night... I thought cleaning it up for you would put you at ease."

"Well, it sure does." He replied with a sincere smile.

Setting his flashlight down on the kitchen counter, he opened a few of his cupboards and started to take some silverware out.

"Now come on, let's eat, I'm starving."

"Me too." I chuckled while helping him set the table.

I worked my way around the kitchen despite the dark, and eventually decided to go grab some candles for us to see better; gathering a few of them, I set them around the dining table, and began lighting them up.

"Hum, hey..." Bill said, slightly awkward. "Are you okay with eating the leftovers from what we had last night?"

"Sure, I don't mind at all." I told him while lighting the last candle.

Once everything had been put in place, we sat down in front of each other and started eating, digging into our plates with hunger.

"Say, [Y/N]." Bill started not long after we had taken our first bites. "I didn't get a chance to ask you last night, what with everything that happened and the fact we were both exhausted when we made it back home, but..."

He took another bite of his food and pointed at me quickly with his fork.

"Tell me a bit about yourself." He said, his mouth full. "You said it yourself earlier today, I don't know you very well, and I'm curious as to what the background of my house fairy is."

I chuckled a little while looking down; I took a breath in then looked up into his eyes.

"So... I'm not from around here, as you already know. I was born and raised in Texas, but I didn't stay at home for long. It's not that I didn't like it there, I just..."

I looked down at the table with a smile and tapped on the wood a little.

"I started a life that led me to travel a lot. And it was during one of these travels that I got the chance to meet and build a friendship with someone who had been born here. And as we would spend more time together, he'd often tell me about Jericho, a town I had never heard of before he first brought it up to me."

I marked a pause and took a sip of water from my glass.

"I was looking for a place to settle in, somewhere new where I could start over a new life." I continued. "And the more I was hearing him talk about this town, the more it convinced me it was the place I had been looking for."

"And who's the person you met?"

"The town hero, Jake Green."

Bill looked a little surprised hearing me bring up Jake's name.

"Oh, so you knew Jake before coming here."

I nodded with a slight smile.

"He told me one day that he had to go back to his hometown to pay a visit to his family and finish some business there, but that he'd only stay for a day. I saw an opportunity to finally move here, and going with Jake would allow me to get a private tour of the town to get me started. I packed my things, bought a small house on a quiet street in advance, took some of my savings and a brand-new résumé with me, and decided to drive all the way here with him. At first, it happened as we had planned, we went around town and Jake briefly introduced me to some of his old friends while he was catching up with them. Then, he left to go see his family, so I took this time to go take a look at my newly bought house and start looking around town where I could find myself a new job. But just as I was starting to like this town... the bombing happened."

I impaled my food with my fork before bringing it to my lips.

"And then... well, you know the rest."

Bill looked at me while listening to my story with attention, then nodded slowly.

"So, I'm guessing you don't really like it here anymore, right?"

"No, I still like this town." I shrugged while looking around me. "I mean, my house burned down barely 4 days after I bought it, and I never got the chance to start searching for a job. But I've seen what the town was like before the attacks, even if it was just for a day, and they don't change my opinion of it."

Regaining my smile, I looked back into his eyes.

"I like the town and its inhabitants, even though I feel like I know none of them really well, apart from Jake and his family."

"Really?" Bill asked, surprised.

"Well, let's just say I haven't really had time to socialize much in the past few days, I've preferred concentrating on the end of the world."

Laughing in unison, we filled up the otherwise silent kitchen.

"I mean, you do have a point there." He replied.

I took another sip from my drink as I saw him staring at me, his head slightly tilted.

"You know what? We're going to change that. Let me give you a quick presentation on the residents of Jericho, that way you'll get more familiar with them."

"Sure, I'd love that." I chuckled.

And so, the rest of our time dining was made of Bill summarizing to me who each of Jericho's citizens was, all while mentioning some past stories he shared with them. He finished his presentation just as we were finished eating, and got up from the table.

"Anywise, your new full-time job as a trainee deputy will get you to meet most of the town and help you get acquainted with the townsfolk, so don't sweat it out if you're not familiar with them just yet."

"You're right." I agreed with a smile.

Getting up from the table as well, I helped him with cleaning the dishes; once they were done, we both made our way to the staircase leading to our bedrooms.

"Well, I'm heading to my office to work on some more paperwork I'd need to finish before tomorrow, so, I won't go to bed right away."

Sending a smile my way, he began climbing up the stairs.

"You know where to find me if you need anything."

"Well, I'll be going to bed right away." I told him while following him upstairs. "After all, I'm really tired after my first day as a deputy."

Standing in the hallway, we both chuckled; as Bill headed to his office, which was right next to my room, I headed to the bathroom. I turned around, my lips taking the shape of a warm smile, and saw an identical expression on his face.

"Good night, [Y/N]."

"Good night, Bill."

After that, I entered the bathroom and spent some time inside, removing my makeup, brushing my teeth, and such. Once I was done, I walked out of the room with a yawn, and headed to my bedroom; however, I slowed my pace once I got close to the door of Bill's office. It was not closed all the way, and thus allowed me to hear the sound of his pen meeting with his paper while mixed with unintelligible sentences he was whispering to himself every now and then. I stepped into my bedroom and decided to let my door open halfway as well: once inside, I emptied my back pockets and pulled out both papers on which he had written. I unfolded them both to take a look at them again, before folding them back and sliding them into one of the wardrobe's drawers. I changed into my pajamas and lay down on my bed, falling asleep to the sounds of writing coming from his office.