#i love my slimey boi

[jhoneybees]

His hair is so perfect🥹

[tasteofyourblood]

HELLO STINKY!!!!!!!! 🥰💕‼️🤪💥🥰💐

[leightonlstark]

I'm Trying To Decide What To Stream

Either Disney Dreamlight Valley or Slime Rancher 2...

I'll figure it out in time for stream tonight at 5pm EST.

[ldrfanatic]

two worlds collided

theodore nott x fem!malfoy!ravenclaw!reader

a.n. this is quickly becoming a theo obsession blog BUT I am open to requests for others

love theo in this piece.

to be added to my theo nott taglist just comment on one of my theo nott posts :)

synopsis - you're draco's sister but you're a ravenclaw. your father shunned you because he thought that voldemort wouldn't want you but when Nott sr is trying to find theodore a bride your father takes this as the perfect opportunity. over time you grow to genuinely care for one another.

warning - cursing, lucius malfoy is a prick, hitting, borderline verbal abuse, arranged marriage

accompanying song - never tear us apart (bishop briggs)

nav slytherin boys

"Father is asking for you."

Shock washed over you and you wondered if you submerged yourself into your cloud-like bed if Lucius would just forget about it. After carefully weighing your options, it seemed rather unlikely. You threw your navy covers to the side and shuffled awkwardly to the main dining hall where your mother, father, and older brother Draco were waiting.

Your eyes fell onto a rather scary looking man and another handsome figure who you recognized as Theodore Nott, one of Draco's friends.

"Daughter." The warm velvet tones of Narcissa Malfoy filled the air. After you'd been sorted into Ravenclaw, Draco and Lucius had shunned you. Narcissa had been the only person in the entire family still kind to you. Well, she and your estranged aunt Andromeda who you'd been secretly exchanging letters since third year.

"Now that the Dark Lord has gained strength, it is imperative that we maintain close connections within the Sacred 28." Lucius approached you, looking rather unhinged, and placed a large hand on your shoulder. There was a malicious look in his eyes that made the entire interaction all the more unnerving. "Once the Dark Lord begins his plans, he'll need people he can trust to continue the most important of magical bloodlines."

Your father took you by the shoulders and moved you to stand in front of Theodore and the mystery man at his side.

"This is Theodore Nott Sr. and his son, who I presume you know from school."

Nott Sr. glanced to the side at Theodore who snapped out of a sort of trance. He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it.

"Y/n."

You smiled but didn't say anything, waiting in silence for your father to elaborate. He and Nott Sr. had clearly formed some sort of plan. "You and his son are to be married."

"What?!" Your body whipped around of its own accord and you felt rage explode over your body. "You haven't spoken to me in years and suddenly you expect me to marry this man without even asking me if I wish to be married to him or anyone for that matter?!"

Lucius' hand came down suddenly. A loud 'whack' resounded in the room as the back of his palm made contact with your cheek. "You ungrateful little brat." He straightened his cloak and took what you supposed was meant to be a calming breath. "Draco noticed the way that you stared at the Nott boy in school. You ought to be more appreciative that I didn't choose that awful Pucey boy although he was more than willing."

Though you couldn't see, Theodore's nose turned up in disgust at the mention of Adrian Pucey. He'd taken a liking to you, completely undeterred by the elder Malfoy's numerous threats to stay away from his younger sister. Draco might've been appalled that you'd been sorted into Ravenclaw, but that didn't mean that he was gonna let that slimey tosser terrorize you.

Your gaze stayed on the floor for a few moments before you turned back around, muttering a small apology to Theodore and his father. Overall, Theo was quite handsome and you had stared at him more than a few times. He really was quite handsome.

Nott Sr. studied you for a few moments then turned to Theodore expectantly. "Why don't the two of you take a stroll and become acquainted while Lucius and I finish up the particulars." It was phrased like a question, but in truth he wasn't asking. The air was silent as you walked out of the room the brunette boy following diligently.

The cool air nipped at your exposed skin as the heavy oak door slammed shut behind you. It was always cold and dark in the area surrounding Malfoy Manor.

"I'm sorry Theodore."

"Theo."

You stared at Theodore like a fish out of water waiting for words of any intelligence to come to you. Finally, you stuttered out an ignorant 'Huh?'.

"Call me Theo."

Your heart beat loudly in you ears for a few moments. "Oh-kay," Theo began to mosey into the Manor gardens with you hot on his heels. He was quite tall and due to the length of his legs, every one step he took was nearly three of yours. "So Theo. I am sorry you got dragged into this."

"That's alright fiancée." Theo teased you with a smile that could make any girl weak in the knees. For a moment you felt as though you could almost forget that the both of you were being forced into this.

"Still. I know your reputation. I only ask that you keep your conquests separate from our entanglement."

An indescribable akin to hurt flashed in the eyes of the boy before you. As well as something you didn't quite recognize.

"My reputation?" You spluttered at him for a few moments once again making a fool of yourself in front of Theodore Nott.

"Theo I didn't mean to--"

"Whatever." He turned away from you and stalked angrily back towards the Manor, calling over his shoulder. "And it's Theodore."

The rest of the break passed by pretty miserably, as expected. You and Theodore had gone on a few dates, as demanded by both your father and Nott Sr. since the pair of you were courting now, but they were long and excruciating with little to no conversation.

Despite a summer that seemed as though it would never end, September finally arrived.

You were boarding the train with Theodore and Draco as your parents watched on. They'd been keeping an extra close eye on the pair of you. In all honesty, you and Theodore hadn't grown any closer in your courtship than you'd been as distant acquaintances the year prior. If anything, the walk in the garden at the start of your relationship had forced you further apart.

And though you'd pretended you didn't care, seeing Theodore with other girls was never something you'd enjoyed. Now, knowing that he'd be your husband sooner rather than later, the thought of Theo running around with some daft blonde Slytherin made your heart sink to your stomach.

Yet, as the year progressed, you and the rest of Hogwarts were unexpectedly surprised by Theo. Before you knew it, the first snowfall graced Hogwarts in November, and Theodore hadn't had any flings with any girls. He was even turning down girls that had been brave enough to approach him and make the first move.

Without your parents to keep the two of you tightly bound, you and Theodore hadn't spoken since the train in.

Through all of this, you hadn't expected to become close friends with Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl in Theo and Draco's year. But she'd walked up to you during breakfast one morning and the two of you really hit it off.

Hence why currently, you were sat on Pansy's bed while she worked on her charms homework. And she was putting her absolute all into trying to convince you to ask Theo to Hogsmeade.

"C'mon Y/n! It might be fun."

"If by fun you mean he'll humiliate me in front of the entire student body." You mumbled under your breath. You tried to tune her out so as to focus on the book you were currently attempting to read, but she was determined.

"According to Blaise Theo's been talking about you when Draco isn't around to glare at him for it."

"Look Pans, I know you're in love with the bloke but have you considered that Blaise may be confused? Or simply taking the mickey?" Pansy shot you an unimpressed look. "Theo and I haven't spoken since September. In any case, if he's turning down long legged red heads who are all but stripping in front of him, what makes you think he'd want to go out with me?"

"Because he's already agreed to speak with you in the Slytherin Common Room tonight."

"What?!"

Pansy ignored your protests and damn near dragged you down to the common room with an iron grip on your wrist. When you got there, Theo was spread out on one of the expensive leather couches with a cigarette in between his lips. Yet as he noticed you approaching, he immediately dropped it and put it out with a stomp on the stone floors.

"Y/n."

The sonorous tones of Theo's voice bounced off each wall of the common room and seemed to warm you from the inside out. His voice was so inviting that you almost believed you could actually do this.

There is, however, one thing to know about Theodore Nott. No matter how inviting or pleasant Theo's aura is, you'd made a promise to yourself not to look him in the eyes. You knew that if you made the unfortunate mistake to look Theodore Nott in his malachite eyes, you'd lose all ability to think, speak, even breathe properly.

It wasn't until you saw his shoes enter your line of sight that you knew that he'd approached you at all. Worse, when his large hand found purchase under your chin and lifted your gaze to meet his, you knew that you were well and truly fucked.

In that most regrettable moment, you realized how much you'd fallen in love with Theodore. During shared hushed dates and the rare moments of laughter. Theodore Nott had completely enraptured you. And you realized much too late to do anything about it.

So now here you stood. Lost in the beautiful blues and greens of your fiancée's eyes. You were completely, 100% at Theodore Nott's mercy. And likely not for the last time in your life, you felt the urge to give into him. He was a sin that you'd willingly drown in.

"Bellisima," Theo's voice thickened as he spoke. You couldn't understand what he was saying nor could you place the language. But in all honesty, you hadn't known that he even spoke any other languages. His tongue wrapped effortlessly around each syllable and his voice deepened even more than usual, if possible. "I asked you a question."

"Huh?"

"You've been avoiding me." He stepped closer and your heartbeat spiked. "Why?"

Why had you been ignoring Theo again? How could you, or anyone for that matter, ever dream of not giving this devastatingly handsome man everything he desired and more? Oh yeah. Your wretched father.

"You've already been roped into entrapment with me and then forced to hang out with me all summer. I didn't want to cause anymore turmoil to your peace than I already have."

Theo's lips pursed and his eyes narrowed. Once again you'd gone and offended the poor boy.

Immediately, you opened your mouth to apologize, but he cut you off.

"D'you know for a Ravenclaw, you really can be rather thick sometimes?"

You felt your jaw drop in shock. The small grin he currently sported on his face let you know that he'd obviously been teasing. And for the umpteenth time since knowing him, Theo stole your breath with his stupid mesmerizing smile.

Yet, through all of that, he was right. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Theo finally seemed to get the hint that he was going to have to spell this out for you.

"I know you probably don't know this about me, but I never do anything that I don't want to. No matter who's asking."

You continued to stare at him blankly. Had he hit his head during the last quidditch match?

Theo ran a hand stressfully through his hair. He grabbed your wrist and led you back to the couches where you settled comfortably in the seat next to him, careful to maintain a respectful distance. "Merlin, Y/n. Turns out you Malfoy's are all slow."

"No offense." He added on quickly when he saw the look on your face. "That's not the point. Y/n I never would have agreed to this engagement with you if I didn't actually want to. I know that you did not get a say in the matter so if you truly wish to live our lives separately, I will respect your choice." Theo gently pulled your hand until it was safely tucked in between both of his larger ones.

"But whatever your decision, know that I am yours. I have wanted nothing more in the past few months than to be by your side. And every moment I spend without you is inexplicable torture for my soul."

"Theo."

He shook his head and cradled you face between his palms.

"No. My mother had a saying. Lascia che la vita accada. It means 'let life happen'. She believed that the only way to truly know if something is meant for you is to let life make it happen on its own. So take a few days. I'll meet you Saturday morning in the Great Hall. But know that if you agree to be mine, Tesoro, you'll be mine for eternity."

To say that staying away from Theo in the days following was easy would be a complete and total lie. When you told Pansy about the conversation the pair of you had (or lack thereof really) she'd all but exploded.

Finally, Saturday morning rolled around. You'd genuinely thought about all your options and you'd come to a decision. The only issue with Theo's plan is that Saturday was the infamous Gryffindor v Slytherin Quidditch match. The Great Hall was bustling in seas of only red or green. You were sporting a dark green jumper, a show of obvious support for the Slytherin team.

Those of your house that favored Gryffindor looked on at you with disdain as you stood from your bench and began making your way to the Slytherin table in search of Theo. He was one of Slytherin's chasers so trying to find him during such a hectic morning proved difficult.

As you walked up and down the table, a familiar figure appeared in front of you.

"Ahh Malfoy. I've been looking for you. I was wonderin' if you'd wear my jersey."

Before you had time to respond or even acknowledge the situation at all, Adrian Pucey had shoved his green and silver practice jersey into your arms. It was an incredibly common practice for girlfriends and boyfriends of Quidditch players to wear their partner's jerseys to their games for good luck.

The hall fell silent as the sound of glass breaking reverberated through the air. You looked to the source of the noise. Theo had stood so abruptly from his seat next to Blaise and Lorenzo that his entire breakfast went flying and ended up on the floor.

He was staring at you with clear ache in his eyes. Suddenly, he swung himself over the bench and stormed out of the room.

You threw Adrian's awful smelling jersey back at his face and ran frantically after Theo.

"Theo!" He ignored you and continued walking briskly even as you approached quickly on his heels. "Theodore please. Just let me explain."

"You don't owe me an explanation, dolcezza ragazza. You've made your choice."

"You've got it all wrong. That's not my decision. I don't want that." You cried out as tears brimmed your eyes. The thought of losing Theo because of Adrian Pucey was mournful.

"Hey, hey. Calma tesoro. Breathe." Theo's hands one again found their way to your face. He gently thumbed the tears from your face. "Don't get yourself all worked up. I'll always listen to you."

"Adrian he just sort of threw his disgusting jumper at me. I don't want him. I only want you. I'm yours, Theodore Nott, completely and without hesitation."

The grin on Theo's face was nothing short of heart-stopping.

"Does that mean you'll wear my jersey at the game today?"

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4.17.24

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[tonihatessociety]

Things about the Hazbin Hotel cast, which fastinate me + my wonderful comments (Part 2)

Vox

He's just the biggest attention whore

A white man... what else would he be

He's just so obsessed with Alastor (i would say pathetic, but I am not the person who should judge him for that)

He can play video games on his screen

Vox likes to watch commercials

He had/has an on/off relationship with Val

Vizie says that if Vox was a music genre it would be dubstep

Velvette

Val calls her "Babydoll" (I would puke)

She and Vox are just tired of Val's whinning

She's just crazy (I think she's really reasonable for that considering the amount of time she has spend around Val)

She can cook

She is the only character I have seen so far to have "musical talent" listed as an ability

Valentino

He likes to abuse his employees and to sexually assult/harass people (what the actual...)

Val wears fishnets under his coat

There are so many words I have to describe Val "charming" is really not among them

He has been described as "a huge fuckboi" (i cannot)

He may has a cane collection

Val wants to visit the Lust ring (Oz would kill him)

He had a pet named Queef that he killed for annoying him (why am I even suprised anymore?)

Sir Pentious

Ah yes Sir Pentious greatest joys: Attempting to take over hell, causing chaos, imagining himself to be hip and tea

He hates Soda (?!)

He is in fact poisonous

He will have a crush on someone (I'm calling it now: Niffty and Sir Pentious)

He really just is the sick lonley victorian boy

He loves his eggs but still eats eggs

He's slimey

IMP actually has an eye on Sir Pentious (i love hellaverse crosovers)

[mrsbbradshaw]

What Have You Done ?

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem! Mitchell reader

Warnings : Top Gun Maverick Spoilers, angst, fluff

Synopsis : Pete's daughter is as wild as him, she's also as passionate as him. However, an incident during high school drove them apart until they were called back to Top Gun. The uranium mission too, took them from each other, leaving her helpless as she couldn't do anything to make the situation better and save the people she loves.

Reader's call sign : Lynx ( a bright person and the life of the party until you piss her off / get on her bad side ) << Thanks @ashewontcare >>

Present day.

"You should apologise to her" Maverick told his RIO's son.

"What ? who ?" he answered, passing him the telescope to observe enemy territory after their plane was shot down.

"Come on Bradley, you know she did nothing wrong, it was entirely my fault that I took your papers, she knew nothing of it and-"

Bradley's head has never turned so quickly to face someone

"What do you mean by 'she knew nothing' ?"

"She didn't know I pulled your papers, here's the thing-"

"She didn't know ?" Rooster blurted out

"She didn't know it was you who pulled out my papers ?" He repeated, earning a nod from his instructor

"Yeah, she didn't know your papers were pulled either, she was angry at me for sometime, demanding an answer why your application was gone. Hell, she even went to iceman, angry at him for not being able to put you up into the navy"

He closed his eyes, frowning, the heat that was running into his heart was a pain that he had never felt in so long.

"Shit"

"Shit shit shit shit" he cursed repeatedly

"What ?" Maverick questioned, before tilting his head, connecting the dots

"Rooster, what did you do ?"

"Shit" he repeated again, realising that he may have lost her for good this time.

"Bradshaw, what have you done to her ?"

------ Flashback -------

She was always fond of Bradley Bradshaw ever since they met. He was like her knight in shining armour when he came Into her life, protecting each other from time to time and being the best of friends.

A particular event she remembered during high school was when he stepped in front of her after she was pushed into the pile of mud while Bradley took a punch from her bully, Jessica Bowen.

Y/n Mitchell was drenched in mud, hands and legs covered with the brown slimey substance that she fell in, a few parts of her face caught the mud.

Her eyes shot open the moment she saw Bradley took the hit on his stomach.

She could spot the pain on his expression when he fell down into the mud beside her.

Rage fuelled her next actions, clenching her jaw while quickly getting up, she used her left hand to wipe the mud away from her face hastily.

She hated the fact that he was hurt. She hated it.

"Hey Jessica !" She called.

The blonde haired girl and her two other friends turned around, facing the figure who was covered with mud who was wearing a snarky smile on her face.

Y/n used her other hand, containing a fistful of mud, forcefully sending the thick gluey onto their face. This caused the brunette boy to widen his eyes, laughing at the girls' embarrassment.

The three girls whose clothes were stained brown were now yelling, running away as Y/n threw more mud at them angrily.

"Mitchell, You're such a freak !"

"What ? I thought you weren't scared of anything, you bitch !" She spat

"Y/N" He called out her name. One word that was enough to make her turn around and face him. She eyed him from head to toe, his whole body was covered in brown.

"are you okay ?" she stepped closer to him, wiping his shoulders off from the grey substance.

"I should be asking you that" He rubbed the bits of mud that were left on her forehead, paying attention to her features, especially her concerned eyes.

"I'm sorry, Brad" She held his shoulders

"For what ?"

"You got punched because of me, your mom's gonna be so mad at us"

"Yeah but your dad'll get us out of trouble....right ?" He tilted his head

"Uh- I hope so, w-we should get out of here," she took her bag along with his from the bench nearby.

The two friends walked away from the garden near their school towards her home. Bradley made it a habit for him to walk her home since their house wasn't too far away.

"I should be thanking you, y/n"

"Huh ?"

"It was fun seeing them get what they deserve, not everyone has the balls to take them on to a... mud fight" Bradley chuckled, looking at his best friend who replied with a laugh.

"Well, what can I say ? Pushing someone to the mud at high school is really childish" Y/n raised her brows, unknowingly arriving to her house, Bradley helped her take the keys from her bag, unlocking the door for her. She insisted that she could but she was too covered in mud for her to stain anything else.

As she waved him goodbye, she smiled to herself after a day of spending time with Bradley, her crush.

She was always imagining that the two of them would end up together and sign up to the navy hand in hand. She thought that he would like her back eventually, she just needed more time to spend with him.

Unfortunately, her dreams were crushed when she entered school the next day, seeing Jessica apologised only to Bradley. To her surprise, he accepted the apology.

Jessica looked so different in front of Bradley, it was almost as if she likes him. They were paired up together for a project that made Jessica manipulate him in God knows what way, but Y/n could feel like their time together was slowly robbed by Jessica.

She held her pride high, expecting Bradley to take her as his date to the high school prom with him, there was no way he was going to the prom with someone else.

She knew he wouldn't do it to her, they've been so close for years, so what would make him pick Jessica over her ?

Yet her worst nightmares came true, there was one day she would never forget what he said to her.

"She seems like a nice person, I think we misunderstood her" Bradley came up to y/n with a smile on his face. She could sense her blood boiling, knitting her brows together, she scoffed.

"Misunderstood ?"

"Y-yeah, and I think- I like her, Y/n"

"you-"

"All I'm saying is that I'm taking her to the prom with me"

Everything else that came into her ears were inedible after his last words to her, she could hear her heart drop to the ground. Her face lost colours almost immediately, it looked like that she had her life sucked out of her.

"Y/n ?" He called her after noticing that she had zoned out completely

"You're taking Jessica Bowen to prom ?"

He nudged his head with a weak smile,

"What do you think ? I think she's a nice person, you should really apologise and make amends-"

Apologise ?

She had enough.

"You want me to apologise ?"

Her eyes shot cold glares at him as she stared at Bradley. She couldn't believe what he just said.

"You want me to apologise to the girl who sabotaged my entire high school life ?"

"You want me to apologise to the girl who called me motherless for years ? who punched YOU ?"

"It was an accident, the punch was meant for you-" Y/n's mouth fell wide open in disbelief. He was taking her side ?

Pete Mitchell's daughter let out a scoff

"an accident - So you're saying that it's fine for her to punch me ?" Raising her voice, she ragingly eyed him as her nostrils flare up, it was sickening.

Everything made her sick. Bradley taking up her bully's side.

"Y/n, listen to me-"

"Hell no, Bradshaw, you listen to me." She pointed at him, eyes hardening and narrowing them into slits.

"Are you hearing all this came out of you ? Are you even hearing yourself right now ? Did Jessica put a love potion on your drink ? You're crazy to think that I would make amends with the girl who ruined my reputation in high school, who ruined my chance into having a normal life in school just because my mother is absent from my life."

There was a pause

"She never brought up your father's death did she ?"

"Y/N-" he warned

"Don't you y/n me, answer." Her voice was harsh, demanding for him to answer her question, although it sounded weak on the last few words that she uttered.

He could see the brim of her eyes, collecting the tears that were trying so hard not to trickle down. He had never expected that he would be the cause of her tears.

"No" He whispered

"Exactly..." Y/n stepped back from her crush, heartbroken, angry, sad.

"There are hundreds of girls here,"

"and you had to pick her....out of all people ? Her ? The person that took my life away ?" She shouted, her breathing was faster than normal as a tears escaped her reddened eyes.

Bradley's heart ached seeing the tears that raced down her cheeks, his heart beaten faster, he didn't want to lose his best friend for a girl he likes.

But that's all that he'll ever see her as.

A friend.

He needed her to see that Jessica was a great person but she wasn't having any of it.

"We've been friends for more than ten years, Bradshaw"

The usage of his last name shot pain to him.

"I think that time is enough."

Her last few words felt like a house had been dropped in front of him, was she ending their friendship like this ? In bad terms ?

Y/n turned around to walk away from him, with her head hung low, her cried only became heavier but silently while walking away from him, she couldn't describe the feelings she was experiencing.

All mixed up into one, she hated it so much.

Bradshaw and Mitchell never spoke again after Y/n' s big meltdown in front of him, she was always seen alone, eating lunch alone. His heart would send him a pang whenever he glanced at her.

Her bright smile was gone, she was alone.

He never did approach her after what happened too, he thought that she hated him for what he did. He continued his relationship with Jessica, climbing up the social stairs, getting known for the "guy who had a well respected navy as a father before he died" person.

Until prom, where Y/n surprisingly became Jake Seresin's date.

Bradley Bradshaw's blood boiled, seeing her with Jake. He got her to go with him. While she was dressed so beautiful that made her unrecognisable to the public. The black glittery dress that touched the ground, wrapping her curves at the right places, the slit of her dress gave her beautiful thighs a beautiful sight for people to see.

Jake's hand were around her waist, his joke made her smile. It was a long time since she had not given out a smile like that. He was angry and jealous at how Jake was able to be so close to her, to make her smile.

It was supposed to be him.

But again he remembered, he chose Jessica Bowen over Y/N Mitchell.

'Dumbass' he murmured below his breath.

Jessica was nothing compared to Y/n. He might've lost her forever.

"He's looking again..."

"Is he now ?" Y/n took a sip from he cocktail as Jake whispered into her ears

"Tell me why we agreed on this again..."

"You want to piss off Bradshaw," He spoke while giving her another glass of drink

"and you- want to piss off Bowen"

"On a scale of one to ten, how cliche do you think this is ?" she asked

"Oh, this is a 'every high school prom' movie cliche" he answered, making her laugh that didn't go unnoticed by Bradley

"look, he's looking again, I think our plan is working"

"Dude, I think she's pissed off too." She eyed an angry Jessica who was glaring at her boyfriend for keeping his eyes on y/n.

"So, I heard you're applying for the navy huh ?" She changed the topic

"Yes ma'am I am." Jake gave her a wink, sipping his cocktail.

"That makes the two of us then"

"Three, actually" Jake Seresin corrected her

"Three ?"

"Heard Bradshaw's applying as well"

Right, she forgot about that. She was going to meet him again in the navy.

She wanted to escape from this feeling that she hated so much.

Y/n wanted to escape from love. She couldn't give anyone a good reason on why she still likes him. She felt pathetic, doing this for getting back at him.

It was an obvious success, but again, they didn't have any contact even after graduation. It was only during the navy application that she expected them to meet again and start over.

The news that he broke up with Jessica had spread over like wildfire, everyone had seen it coming, they were even taken by surprise to see that Bradley could stand to be around with someone like her.

Y/n expected him to talk to her during the application, but as Mitchell sat beside Jake, only a few greetings were exchanged. She shrugged it off, thinking that it's not gonna hurt waiting for him to interact with her during the navy training.

However that moment never came.

He went forward to her, stepping with so much rage that his face was boiling red.

"I know you hate me but you didn't have to go this far" He spat at her

"Bradley- what are you-" she was immediately taken aback by his actions.

"Don't you play dumb with me, Y/n. You know I've always wanted to join the navy. I didn't know you were this cruel" He squinted his eyes at her.

"What the hell are you talking about Bradley ?"

He tilted his head, anger increasing on his veins

"You're always like this, it suits you really, with your dumb personality, no wonder people didn't want to be with you during high school. No wonder Jessica ruined your life, it was the right thing to do."

She blinked twice, not believing the words that had just came out from his mouth. She wasn't aware that Bradley had summed up so many grudges against her. She had thought that it was her who was mad, she was confused why he was like this.

There was no reason at all for him to spew out those words to her. She didn't know he could be that harsh to her.

She could feel her heart getting torn, by mentioning Jessica again and high school.

Jake Seresin heard the whole conversation and immediately went in between them.

"That's enough, Bradshaw."

"Yeah, go run along with your little boyfriend, you Mitchells are always the same, using your significant others to solve problems, I guess the apple doesn't fall far away from the tree"

The next thing Bradshaw knew was a stinging pain on his left cheek, a hand mark slowly forming there, a result from her slap.

"I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but for you to bring my father's name into this is far out of the line, Bradshaw"

He was recollecting the words that he had just said to her. He felt like he was being too harsh but it was probably her who convinced Pete Mitchell to pull out his papers from the naval academy.

That was the last time Y/n and Bradley had seen each other before Top Gun, little did he knew that she had gone crazy at her father and Iceman because of Bradley's application.

When they met again, they didn't speak to each other during their basic manueuvre flight training. Even when she made all the efforts, he would avoid her like a virus.

"Lynx" and "Rooster" were never known to be friends in Top Gun. Hangman was always protective of her, he didn't want her friend to get hurt again. That was the reason why he despised Rooster so much.

Y/n and Jake had been friends ever since they went to the navy together, nothing romantic, they were each other's person.

But there was something in her that triggered a surge of emotion hearing the radio from her standby plane on the carrier.

"Dagger 1 and 2 has been hit, I repeat, dagger 1 and 2 is hit" Phoenix voice got to her ears.

Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, fast and hot, her breathing quickened. She felt like she was on fire and she might spontaneously combust at any moment, like someone had set a slow and steady match beneath her center, deep in the pit of her stomach.

She can't lose her father and him at the same time ?

She can't.

The 30 minutes of the no contact between her dad and Rooster made the blood rushes to the tips of her fingers, the pulse coming in hot waves that cause everything else to pulse.

She was helpless, she couldn't do anything. Hangman and her weren't given any permission to fly and engage with the enemy. She looked at her surroundings before looking at her own reflection on the cockpit of her plane.

"Lynx"

The callsign she earned for her wild spirit.

What does that mean to be in the navy if there wasn't someone left to fight for ?

What if her dad was indeed dead ? What if Rooster died without reconciling with her ?

Her hands gripped on the yoke of the jet. Are they really dead ?

No.

They received a signal from Rooster indicating his location and that they're supersonic in an F-14. There wasn't anyone else who could fly the plane, other than the legend himself.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Relief.

The feeling of relief washed her like waves.

"Dagger standby requesting to back up dagger one and two" Hangman immediately said

"Affirmative, Dagger standby one and two request to backup granted, prepare for immediate take off"

"Let's get them home, Lynx"

"Let's get them home, Hangman"

They arrived there in time, with the enemy's jet successfully avoiding Hangman's missile lock, she gave the enemy a surprise, missile locking them while speeding in front of the jet, immediately blowing up the plane.

Hangman teased them, giving them a message that was similar to a commercial plane announcement during landing. The three planes flew side by side, Y/n refusing to glance at the two men, being afraid that it'll affect her emotionally.

After landing the plane, it wasn't her that searched for him. It was him.

He spotted her with her helmet off, calling her name amidst the crowd.

"Lynx !" He yelled

"Lynx !" Rooster repeated

"Lieutenant Mitchell !" He attempted in calling her, yet her back is facing him, refusing to look at him, even when she knew that he was back safely.

She didn't want to embarrass her in front of him, even after he saw her crying a few times.

"Y/n !" He finally said, making her face look at him.

Her eyes red, a single tear that trickled down her face was enough to explain how she felt. She halted her steps, he looked at her from afar, softening his eyes once he saw how puffy her eyes were.

She gave him no smile, no frowns, no laughs. It was just her eyes that spoke every word that needed to be said.

"Y/n" He said again

There was this thing that he felt every time he saw her cry, it made him feel things he had never felt before and he doesn't like the feeling.

The guilt all these years, the words that he had said to her, she still remembered it all.

So he started running, before she disappeared from his sight, probably forever. He started to run, chasing the woman he had buried his feelings for so long. He started to run towards her, immediately taking her into a hug

"I'm sorry-"

There were no words spoken by her.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n"

"I'm sorry too, Bradley..." a tear fell, staining his fighter pilot suit, burying her head into his neck, her arms squeezed around his back, the feeling of safe and comfort greeting her.

His hug took her by surprise,

"No, I was being a dick, I said those words to you without knowing anything. You should never have heard those words from anyone"

He tightened his hug around her

"I thought I lost you, Rooster"

"I thought I lost you too, Lynx"

Being hugged by Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw felt as though the world didn't matter anymore, it was like a warm blanket where the two were welded as one entity.

Being hugged by Bradley is being hugged strong. Not strong enough to destroy her, but strong enough to let her know that nobody else will ever hurt her if I am around either. It was a promise that he will never break her again.

Bradley squeezes, not strong enough to physically break her, just strong enough so that every ounce of her is aware that every ounce of his body and emotion is dedicated to the task at hand. Strong enough for her to feel invincible and strong enough to make her feel grounded and loved by the universe for a few seconds of her life.

After everything she has been through, the hug was like everything they needed in life.

"I love you"

The words he let out was so out of the blue that she replied it with the same words,

"Rooster-"

"I love you, Lynx" He repeated

"I can't imagine my world without you in it."

"I love you, Rooster"

She said what she had been keeping to herself for years. She glances at his lips, before he tenderly cupped her cheeks, fondling it tenderly, the eye contact exchanged was as if there were only the two of them in the world.

So they closed the space between them. His lips warm and soft, he could taste the saltiness from her tears that cascaded her cheeks. He could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through his hair as they breathed each other in.

Sparks igniting as their lips brushed together, tentatively, for the first time.  The smell of her perfume, lingering, butterflies dancing in her stomach.  But warmth consumed her as she leaned into the kiss, her lips impossibly soft against her own.

They pulled away, cheeks burning, relief that they got the chance to tell each other how they felt,

"I don't know what'd I'd do if I lost you," She pecked his lips again, this went noticed by her father

"This isn't what I mean of apologising to her you know"

"You hurt her again, I'll kill you in your sleep, Bradshaw"

She immediately went into her father's arms, his arms were welcoming, squeezing and caressing her back gently.

"I thought you were dead..."

"You didn't" He spoke while they were still hugging.

"Uncle Goose would've been so proud of you, dad."

"Uncle Goose would've been so proud of the two of you"

A/N : Hello @sadpetalsstuff and anonymous ! Thanks for the request, I hope you like this one <3

[luimagines]

Fake Engagement Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part three will include Time, Wild and Legend.

Content under the cut!

Time

You sighed and shook your head. This isn’t going to work as well as your thought.

There was very few good to choose from but there wasn’t enough to fill up your entire group. You didn’t want to buy out their entire stock but it was looking more and more likely that either you left to find other options or leave these the locals without food.

“Take all the time you need.“ The shop owner waved you off, albeit suspiciously. He’s been watching you the entire time and it’s making you feel more self-conscious than you’re willing to admit. You can just feel his judgment about you taking your sweet time.

“Ah- thank you.” You can feel yourself flushing as you begin to reach for your wallet. “How much for the carrots?”

He eyes you up and down for a moment before a slimey smile appears on his face. “I’ll give you a discount if you can answer some questions of mine.”

You just wanted to make sure that your boys were fed! This is already taking longer than you’d like. But you can already hear the voices of some of the others if you didn’t take this deal. Besides, it’s just a few questions, right? How bad can it be?

You nod, playing with your wallet in your hands. “Sure.”

“What’s your name?”

You tell him and he smiles wider, leaning on the stall to get closer to you.

“That’s not a local name.” He comments with that same sleezy smile. “Where are coming from? Are you just visiting?”

You begin to feel a little more nervous. “Yes. Just visiting. I’m from very far away. I doubt you’ve heard of it.”

“Try me.” He smirks. “How long will you be here for?”

“Long enough so we can wed.” Time slides up behind you putting his hand on your hip. “The carrots, my good man?”

The man falters and leans back. “Wed?”

“Yes.” Time smiles easily. “We’re on our way to my side of the family for tradition. But we need food for the road. The carrots?”

The man frowns and pouts, muttering the price under his breath as he starts bagging up as many carrots as he can. 

Time doesn’t seem to hear him. He simply takes a large pouch of rupees and drops it onto the counter, taking the bag away from the man with one hand and pulling you close to him with the other. “Thank you very much.”

He starts to guide you away from the stall, making sure to keep his eyes on the man. 

You slowly begin to relax, leaning closer to Time. He seems to be leading you away with a purpose ad you’re too frazzled from the interaction to care.

“Are you alright?” He pulls away from you, brushing his hand over your hair. “He didn’t try to get any closer, did he?”

“No.” You take a breath. “Thank you. I didn’t know how to get out of there.”

“He was practically on top of half of the produce just to be closer to you.” Time growls. “Who knows what he had in mind. I didn’t trust it.”

You nod, hooking your wallet back onto your belt. “I didn’t even notice.”

Time nods, taking your hand. “Come on. Let’s back to the others.”

Flustered, you follow him without question. It’s only until that you reach the rest of your group that his words enter your mind. To be wed?! Like wedding?! TIME!

Wild

“Do you have a plan?”

“When do I ever have a plan?”

“Fantastic. We’re all going to die.”

“Love the energy. Let’s do this.”

You shook your head and followed the young man. “So if anyone asks what am I supposed to say?”

“That we’re married.”

“Hell no.”

“Ok, then we’re about to get married.” Wild rolled his eyes. “First of all, I would be a fantastic husband, thank you very much. And secondly, that’s the only excuse you can use to get into a party like this and not seem suspicious for sticking to my side like glue.”

You huff and plaster on a fake smile when you reach the gates. The guard eyes you up and down with more scrutiny than you personally think is called for before letting you both inside. You gulp, only to hold on to Wild tighter. “Is this a bad time to say that I hate these kind of parties?”

“Most people do.” Wild takes his hand out of yours, wrapping it instead around your waist. “But we’re here to start a whisper campaign, so we don’t have t be here for long.”

“How come you got in so easily though?”

“Hero and all that jazz.” Wild winks your way. “Rich people want publicity so I was virtually invited free of charge.”

“Does that mean I’ve been charged?”

“Not if you’re my fiancé.” Wild whispers teasingly. He raises his other hand, calling for a few drinks. “Just follow my lead and laugh and my jokes and we’re get out of this alive.”

“Lovely.” You fix your hair and try to act like a happy couple in love. You hadn’t registered just how many people would recognize Wild on the spot. Within moments you were being swamped with more and more people who wanted to talk to him. And you by consequence.

What were you doing with the Hero of Hyrule, they asked. How did you meet? How did you hear of this party? What are you to him?

And thus, your whisper campaign began.

You needed to get enough information out to this gullible people where you would seem innocent and believable and in turn, they would repeat your words in the next conversation.

Wild never once took his arm away from you and you found that your arm was perfectly comfortable being around him as well. With enough time, it no longer felt forced. You were simply having a good time with the Champion next to you as you tricked all these people into helping your next course of action.

“Time to go.” Wild whispered into your ear. You blushed at the close proximity, giving more nosey character the wrong impression.

So when Wild takes your hand and very purposefully drags you away form the party, looking excited at your flustered look, let’s just say that there were more whispers going around the nobility than you originally intended.

Legend

“And when I saw him, I knew that my life would never be the same.” You laughed around polite company. “After an entrance like that, how could it? But then he was just so charming and sweet, we decided to keep in contact.”

“Meaning, they found my workshop and visited every other day with sweet treats and flowery words.” Legend speaks up as he takes your hand. “I hate to interrupt, but I need to ask my beloved a question. Excuse us.”

You nod and allow yourself to be led away by the hero. He looks calm and collected, however, you’re nothing but a nervous wreck. And when he eventually pulls you both around a corner, your fears are proven true. 

He spins on his heel and whispers harshly. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Talking to people.” You whisper back just as harshly. “Like you told me to! What was I supposed to say? They think we’re together!”

“I heard that part!” He snaps. “And you just went along with it?”

You flick his forehead, trying to keep your voice down. “What do you want from me?! It’s not like any of them are ever going to see us again! We have to blend in and not look suspicious! We might as well give them half of what they want while the others get their job done.”

Legend groans. “Really? That’s it? Don’t you know what this means? They’ll talk all about the two of us. Word will spread and until we can get out of this town in one piece, everyone is going to think we’re together.”

You fail to see how that’s such a bad thing to be honest. It’s not like anyone would care that much about either of you. And it’s not like Legend is the only hero these people know about.

Legend however, seems to be growing only more agitated. “I can’t believe you! Or this! Why do I always get dragged into situations like this?”

He looks down, seeing something on his boot. He kneels, muttering to himself. After a beat he holds out his hand, still on his knee. “This is outrageous. Can you hand me an earring? I need to fix this real quick.”

You go to reach for one of your without question just as someone turns the corner. You can’t be found out. this is too crucial for anyone t be out of place! Thinking on your feet, you gasp, covering your hand. You cry out and jump on Legend. “Yes! I will!”

The poor unsuspecting soul flusters greatly before giving a polite clap and a congratulatory bow. “Happy tidings to the both of you!”

Legend puts his hands on you, steadying you before you both fall over. “Ah- uh- yes! Thank you! Sorry. I wanted it to be private.”

“Right, right, of course.” They cough before the scurry away- most likely to tell other about what they had just seen.

Legend’s eyes twitches and he throws you off. “When this is over-”

“You owe me.” You say cheekily, kissing his cheek for good measure. “Well, hubby, let’s go back to the party. It’s a shame we don’t have a ring.”

Legend groans louder, standing up. He takes your hand, taking a ring off of his finger and putting it on yours. “I can’t believe you did this. This was not in the plan.”

“Come on Vet~” You giggle, letting him do as he pleases. “Improvise a little. With this going around, everyone will ignore whatever Hyrule and Wind are doing.”

“You better be right.” He pulls away, admiring the ring for a moment before he gives you his arm to take.

“Rule number one.” You take it with a grin. “I am always right.”

[airbendertendou]

self care with your love! ♡

synopsis : various!HiGH&LOW boys allowing you to dote on them. [+ a special guest at the end!]

no pronouns used / gender neutral, though there is tons of talk abt makeup!!

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

smacking your lips together and MURAYAMA saying he likes your lipgloss color but before you can put it on him he smooches it away until it fades.

giggles hitting the room around you as FUJIO says the eyeliner you’re putting on him tickles.

convincing YUKEN that the hand lotion you always carry will help his scarred and rough knuckles. [it’s only a small bonus that it smells like you.]

at every sleepover you force ask him to have, SACHIO will allow you to put this slimey n cold sheet mask on him.

while sitting on his lap, HYUGA says the eyelash glue you’re using to put rhinestone freckles on him stinks.

P giggling as he hovers over you as you lay flat on your back, messily appling your eyeshadow.

you n KIZZY ambushing KAITO to put glitter all on his face, his cheeks heated n warm as he sits between the two of you.

bonus!

suzuran watching on as their tough n badass leader GENJI curses, threatening people even w the multi-colored nail polish you applied to his fingies bc you couldn’t decide what color to do yours.

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[ven0moir]

Will's blood is The Cure

This is a short theory because it kind of just explains itself: Will is THE CURE because his blood will be able to be used to create an antidote for whatever consequence the UD bleeding into the world is going to carry along with it.

Will was there for A WEEK, survived the Mind Flayer's possession and his body was unscathed. Billy's body seemed to suffer damage by sunlight (granted, it was summer unlike in S2 when Hopper says it was a 'cold October') but Vecna himself tells Max that her brother was 'weak'. Did he mean mentally, physically ... or both?

Will survived without food, but like Erica said in s3, she WOULD drink the green liquid if she had to, because humans can survive a while without food, but without water, the human body dies. So I believe Will survived by drinking whatever LIQUID he could find (slimey and gooey drinkable radioactive UD stuff, my poor son ...) and this created some sort of immunity in him. Using Will's blood, they might be able to create some sort of vaccine or antidote. Hell, his blood in itself might also be able to be used as some sort of weapon.

... i don't think the people of hawkins will see it this way at all, and this is something the group will discover at one point in the season and not straight up. so while Will is the cure, the entire town is going to think he's the CAUSE.

i picture a scared, aggressive hawkins that is ALREADY targeting Hellfire blaming 'Zombie Boy' for this, or at the very least, considering him eddie's replacement as the new 'leader of the cult' because him surviving that week alone in the woods is already suspicious enough.

the 'exorcism' imagery for him in s2, coupled with how the Creel house was 'exorcised' ... yeah

so Will is going to be dealing with his connection with Vecna, hawkins thinking he's some evil, a Forgotten Birthday tm storyline and a broken heart because he's in love with his best friend and doesn't know if his best friend loves him back or if their unique connection was just all in his head this whole time.

[fe-fictions]

waiii happy new year! love love love your works, ive been a huge fan of urs since 2016 and its my first time sending in a prompt im so excited ajdjjqnss!!!!!!!😭❤️❤️

could i request some lonqu hurt comfort??!?! maybe something to do with self sacrifice....like robin pleading the enemy to let go of him when theyre both captured hehe! thanks so much >_<

(Finally finished this one and I'm thrilled to put it out !! Nothing like a stressed out Lonk U V U )

You didn’t know how you got into this situation. Neither you nor your husband. It was a simple reconnaissance mission, venturing a few miles into enemy territory in an attempt to figure out what they were plotting.

It was already risky since you were short-staffed, and with your exceptional analytical abilities, you’d be able to figure out what was going on the fastest.

Lon’qu wasn’t going to let you go in by yourself, and he definitely didn’t trust Gaius with your safety; he might be sneakier, but he was much more laissez-faire with the lives of others than he was comfortable with.

And so it was just the two of you. Lon’qu had stuck to your side the entire time, watching for threats while you took down hastily scribbled, imperative notes. But all it took was one silent assassin that was able to go undetected…and suddenly, you were both bound and forced to your knees.  

“Well, well…whatever do we have here?” Orton’s voice was more than recognizable; the slimey rat that had escaped your justice when you first rescued Maribelle, not long ago.

You struggled against your restraints, recognizing the unmistakable bloodlust in the bastard’s eyes.

“I’m sure Lord Gangrel will be quite pleased with the little rabbit caught in our snare. This one is new, though.”

He eyed your husband, “Bring along some cannon fodder?”

“Leave him alone. He’s got nothing to do with me or any of this.” You glared at him, earning a glance from Lon’qu. What were you talking about?

“I doubt that very much, Tactician. There must be some reason he’s tagged along with you all the way out here…far from safety.”

He brandished his polearm, the tip pointed inches from Lon’qu’s face. The blood in your veins burned hotter.

“A soldier, assigned to me for protection. Nothing more. I’m the one you want, not him.”

“Robin-”

“Let him go, and I’ll come willingly.” You demanded, not skipping a beat. Lon’qu’s expression was difficult to read. But the fear that flashed in his eyes was immediate, and impossible for you to miss.

Orton laughed, turning the spear to you, instead.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to negotiate, girl. But I respect the attempt.”

He nodded to one of the soldiers behind you both, and immediately there was a painful yank on your arms, forcing you back from Lon’qu.

“Hey!!” He barked out, ready to lunge in spite of his predicament. Instead he was pulled the opposite direction, separating the two of you.

“You know what I think?” Orton mused, spinning the weapon in his hands. “I think he’s more important than ‘some soldier’. I think he’s a lot stronger than you’re pretending he is.”

“Leave him be, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I’m Chrom’s right-hand; there's more than enough that I can give him.”

“Really? You’d sell out the crown over one paltry soldier?” He narrowed his eyes at Lon’qu, who fought so very hard not to let your facade be for nothing.

He was glaring sharply at you, pleading with you not to make a foolish deal.

“It is a captain’s duty to protect her soldiers; no matter how small.” You spoke with conviction,  “Surely you can understand that, as an honorable military man, yourself?”

“I’d be lying if I said Milord felt similarly about the lesser of our ranks, but…I cannot say no to such an alluring deal. Leave that one, boys- the mountain lions will get to him before anyone else does. Take her away.”

“Stop! Damn you-!!” Lon’qu roared, fighting against his restraints. He was only pulled further away. His arms twisted painfully behind him, dragged further and further away from his wife. 

You could only watch as he was flung from your view, sent crashing down the ravine into and out of sight. It was scafrier when you couldn’t hear him.

It took everything in your power not to try and reach him. To fight back and rescue him.

“Now then, Tactician; I believe I was promised some answers.”

The paralyzing fear was the only thing that kept you from lashing out; the swirl of endless emotions was stalling your mind. All you could do was stare at the ravine, getting further away with every drag across the dirt.

You hoped Lon’qu’s head would pop up, revealing him waiting for you and preparing to save you from your enemies,

But no such surprises would occur.

You still stared after that empty place, waiting with baited breath for the man to appear who would not return.

At least…not right away.

But there was nothing you could do but wait and pray that he hadn’t died after that nasty throw. There wasn’t much else available to you.

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“You promised to give me what I wanted. Why do you insist on silence?” Orton was growing tired of your disobedience.

He had you tied to the pole of some ratty tent, interrogating you without  a hint of mirth in his eyes.

“You promised not to hurt my soldier, but you condemned him to death anyways. What right do you have to ask me questions?”  You spat, earning a click of his tongue and a slap across your face.

Enough of this arrogance!! You are in no position to hold such arrogance- you do not have the upper hand, woman!”

You fought hard not to focus on the stinging pain in your cheek; he’d drawn blood and all but numbed the side of your face.

Who knew those bastards could pack such a wallop?

“I can only tell you…what I know…which is very little. The Fire Emblem is a sacred artifact to the royal family, and it is hidden somewhere that none can find, unless Exalt Emmeryn reveals-!!”

You were cut off by another strike, this one sending you headfirst into the ground. The ringing in your ears grew louder, your vision clouded and blurry. That definitely wasn’t a good sign.

“If you don’t stop playing foolish games, then you’re going back in a casket. I planned to deliver the head tactician to King Gangrel in one piece, but if he knew how infuriating you are, he’d have you brought to him in pieces!!”

The man spat at your feet, stalking away to try and regain himself.

You did make an effort to focus on his words, but it was so very difficult. After a few deep breaths and a number of colorful expletives left his mouth, Orton stopped his pacing and returned his focus on you.

Maybe it’s because you were tired of looking at him, but you found yourself looking past him and at the guards by the tent entrance as his ugly boots came back into view.

“I’ve been more than patient with you, wench- but I’m running out of options on how to deal with you, and you’re running out of time.”

There was a sudden shift in the colors of the bushes behind a guard. A bright blue and red appeared behind the green.

You blinked, brow furrowing in an attempt to focus your vision. A pair of hands had shot out from the leaves and grabbed the man, mouth covered so as not to allow a shout. The other guard and Orton…didn’t notice.

You must have been hallucinating. 

“I want the location of the Emblem.” He spoke again, louder and closer than before. He hadn’t noticed that one of the soldiers had disappeared.

Your gaze flicked to the other man standing just the opposite, confused by the fact he was now standing alone.

Within an instant, a dart stuck into his neck, and he crumpled. A shadowy figure caught him, dragging him away.

You couldn’t even think to react to what you were seeing. Orton’s hand was on your face, grip tight and painful on your jaw to force you to look at him.

“You’re not getting away. Stop looking outside.” He grinned viciously, “The only chance you’re getting out of here alive is if you give me what I want.”

He stared down at you, grinning wickedly. His grip was so tight it felt like he was going to crack your bones.

“Now…tell me. Where is the Fire-”

The tip of a blade broke through his armor, silencing him with a wet choke. Your eyes widened, staring in shock at the sword mere inches from your own body.

“W-what…did you…”

He crumpled to the ground when the sword was pulled from his chest. When he fell away, Lon’qu stood over him, raging fury in his eyes.

“Oh my gods-” You gasped, stunned at what you were seeing. “L-Lon’qu?”

“I’m here.” He closed the distance between you, throwing the blood from his sword before cutting away your bindings. 

As soon as you were free of the ropes your arms were flung around his neck. Lon’qu grunted from the impact, welcoming the embrace all the same.

He squeezed you close, his face pressed to your neck. 

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m-” You were suddenly jerked back, Lon’qu holding you an arm’s length away to search you over. “Wait, w-why are you asking about me? They threw you down a ravine!!”

“Shepherds found me. They were on our trail when they realized we weren’t in the headcount.” He nodded his head back, and you were able to make out the shapes of Gaius and Cordelia, the few who passed by the tent to secure whatever camp the Plegians had brought you to.

“So you’re okay?”

“I am. But...” He nodded, but the sharp glare in his eyes had yet to dissipate. “I can’t believe you.”

“What?”

“How could you do that?” He glowered, his grip tightening on your arms. “How could you give yourself up like that? The hells is wrong with you?!”

“I wanted to protect you.” He scoffed at your response, harsh and bitter. “If I knew he was going to try and kill you anyways, I-I never would have-”

“It doesn’t matter. You bargained your life, when you know damn well that I-!”

“Lon’qu, we couldn’t find her in the camp! Did you- oh!! Oh, thank the gods!!” Your husband was cut off at the sound of Chrom’s voice, the prince thrilled to see you were here. 

The Myrmidon spared you one last glower, before he pulled back, letting Chrom and Lissa flurry past him. 

You bit your lip, trying to fight the urge to press the argument. He looked deeply upset, and you didn’t want to cut it off before it could be resolved. There was nothing worse than letting him stew in his hurt.

“It’s okay, Robin!! We’re here now! Lon’qu led the  way, and the whole camp’s cleared out! Though we’ll need to do something about that body…”

“We’ll worry about Orton and the rest later. Lissa, can you heal her quickly?” Chrom asked his sister, who already had the stave pulled out and glowing.

“You got it! Just hang tight for a second Robin, we’ll get you out of here in no time!”

It wasn’t yourself that had your mind occupied. It was the fact that Lon’qu stormed out of the tent without looking back that had your focus.

Lissa gave you a pitying look, the healing glow of the stave some comfort.

“Sorry, Robin. I/…we tried really hard to keep him calm. But he’s been angry since the second we found him.”

“Not angry.” Chrom sighed , following the man’s storm from the tent. “Scared.”

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When everyone made it back to camp, many of your dear friends who had been so terribly worried were awash with relief.

There was a mild swarm, a million questions being flung at you, but you were simply glad to be back in the arms of your friends.

You did your best to answer as many questions as you could,, but it didn’t take long for your patience to run thin.

Sure, you were healed and feeling far better physically, but there was a deeply hurt man on the far side of camp that you needed to speak to. It was clear what your decision had done created a much bigger issue than anticipated.

So you took a deep breath, steeled yourself, and made your way over to your shared tent. You could hear the sound of steel being sharpened against a whetstone, but little else.

Lon’qu was absolutely steaming. You would tease him and categorize it as sulking, but you figured it best not to try your luck.

Not when there was a serious issue to resolve.

Wordlessly, you entered the tent, making sure to latch it shut behind you. He was kind enough not to lock you out, at least.

“Lon’qu…” He did not stop his work when you called him, his back to you. “We need to talk.”

He did not answer. The stone ground against the blade harder.

“Please, love, I…I’m sorry I hurt you. But I need you to understand why I made that decision. I was trying to protect you.”

This seemed to slow the grinding. He still did not look at you. With a deep breath, you crossed the tent, coming to sit behind him.

Tentatively, your hand touched his back. He did not recoil, which was an improvement; at least he was receptive.

“If they knew you were my husband, they would’ve used you against me. If I let them carry on, they would’ve killed you in cold blood as a simple guard. I…I just…I didn’t think they’d toss you into the ravine like that. I thought you’d be safe.”

Lon’qu shook his head, his grip tightening on the sword. “They’re the enemy. Why the hells would they keep their word?? Surely you knew better than to trust them.”

“It was all I had to ensure your safety. W-when they threw you over the ledge, I…I saw it. I thought that it was over…I t-thought they killed you.”

Lon’qu’s shoulders braced against your touch, feeling your forehead touch his back. You were leaning fully into him, trying desperately not to cry.

“I-it was my fault that you were…that you were in danger in the first place. If I’d been more v-vigilant, I wouldn’t have put you at risk. I wanted to protect you, Lon’qu…please…please understand.”

He sighed, turning slowly and taking your hands into his and pulling you away from his body. He looked at you directly, but the bitter sting wasn’t present in his glare anymore.

“I don’t blame you for this. It wasn’t your fault we were ambushed. I’m upset because you bargained your life for mine. You are not worth less than I am. You have no right to sacrifice yourself for me.”

“I have every right, as your wife.” You argued, squeezing his hands, “And even in that, I failed you. I thought…”

“Robin...” He squeezed your hands, “I understood your intent. But if I’d lost you in that moment, I wouldn’t have forgiven myself, either. Your right to protect me reflects on me, too. It’s my duty to keep you safe. You know my past. Do you really think that I would be okay with you giving your life for mine?”

“It…it didn’t phase me in that moment. What mattered more was making sure that my husband would still be here.”

“You think I would be different? If I was in the same situation, I wouldn’t put my life in front of yours?” Lon’qu was staring into your very soul; trying desperately to make sure you understood what he was feeling. “After everything I’ve been through- what I’ve suffered- you would have me relive it again?”

“No.” You leaned closer, holding his hands to your chest. “No, I wouldn’t. And I’m so sorry that I put that fear in your heart, again. I just want to protect you, because I love you.”

Lon’qu nodded, his gaze falling to the ground. You released his hands so you might wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing him into your embrace.

“I love you so much, I can’t bear the thought of losing you. And I know you would’ve done the same for me. We have to look out for each other…and we can’t always be safe. But I swear to you, I don’t want to throw my life away. I want to share it with you, more than anything.”

Slowly, finally, he returned your embrace, squeezing you tightly for fear of you ever slipping through his fingers again.

He hated feeling this way- that fear would consume him when it came to you. How badly he didn’t want to lose you. 

His face pressed against your neck, all but engulfing you in his arms like a shroud that cloaked your whole body. 

“I love you, too.”

He felt the slightest tremors in response to his words. How your fingers curled into his tunic, clinging to him with just as much force.

You were everything to each other, reminded and reassured through the tears that slipped from your eyes as feverish kisses connected over and over again.

There were promises to be more cautious with your lives, to find ways to protect one another without putting yourselves in mortal danger…and at the very least, employ some stealth training with Gaius so you could sneak around without “foolishly” (Gaius teased) getting caught again.

Which was a fair argument, if you were being honest.

[wifiwulf04]

FNAF DCA Slime Rancher AU

*cracks knuckles, squints at my dashboard and blows*

*hacks up half a lung at the sheer volume of dust flying in my face*

SO, we live :3 and have been watering the brain worm garden, writing… elsewhere that isn’t here and is our Ao3 as well as the uh, *glances at pileup of unfinished works in Google Docs* … actually, ignore that.

At the request of the lovely @sinnabee after watching her stream Slime Rancher 2, here is our list of I guess headcanons that we’ll more than likely end up writing at least a few scenes for :p

Also, Sun and Moon slimes from Sinna!!

Sun slimes:

Has lil nubbin hands to wave and pat things and hold on to Moony fins

Is friendly and vegetarian, fav foods are either heart beets cause they’re full of love or pogofruit cause in the wild they’re the most unproblematic things next to Pink slimes

Has gummy teeth that couldn’t even bruise you if they tried, they just end up harmlessly nomming away

Their rays are soft and very bendy

Will get along with any slime except Ringtails (they turn to stone in the sun and Sun is sad about their very presence freezing their new friends, so they try to bring apology snacks to the statues but as soon as they hop away, the Ringtails make a swift exit-stage-right)

Is infatuated with chickadees (cause Babey Birbs) and will protect them from Tarrs by swallowing as many of them as possible and regurgitating them in a safe place when the coast is clear

Will use their friendliness to their advantage if their Moon is hurt e.g. is so friendly that they can roll up and swallow a hen or two without scaring the rest of the nest, then bring them back to feed their Moon, wherever they’re hiding

Will also protect their Moon by luring threats away and close to a cliff before knocking them off and into the blimey deep (ehehe the slimey deep of the Slime Sea, ahem anyway) below, has absolutely no morality issue with doing this even to another slime or a human they’ve never met before

Suns are usually harmless, but if they're particularly excited or angry, their touch will burn

Their slime is also flammable and can stick to other slimes, but slides right off Moons

Moon slimes:

Have fins and a light like Anglers, slightly more dexterous front fins to hold on to Sun nubbins

Eats meat, but will help their Sun get food, even scaring off other slimes when their Sun isn’t looking to secure food (and only when their Sun isn’t looking cause otherwise they would get an earful to “be nice”. Pft, like being nice gets their Sunny the best food like they deserve)

Also brings their Sun wild honey as a treat

Does not get along with Anglers (they get jealous if their Sun interacts with an Angler, also the Angler's light hurts their eyes), Ringtails or Hunters (because they’re cheeky little sh-)

They have Teeth™ and will use them to protect themselves and their Sun

Their light also hypnotises other slimes and chickens, but Suns are immune to it. It makes a little jingling sound when the hypnosis is in effect

Will go toe to toe (or blob to blob I guess-) with Tarrs, especially if their Sun is in danger with them

Are extremely stealthy, especially at night. 

Is it part of their hypnotism or do they have something in common with Hunters? Viktor would like to know, but when he caught a pair, they were gone the next morning with a note in the corral that just said “better luck next time :p”

He spent the day hypothesising (read: having a minor mental breakdown scientific thought block) how in the hell they 1. managed to escape without breaking anything or setting off his alarms and 2. wrote. In readable English. Even BOb’s communications weren’t nearly as neat.

Facts about both:

They spawn together in pairs and only have the one pairing their entire lives

Rarely spotted, they seem to come and go and at most two pairs have ever been spotted at any one time, always in Starlight Strand

If you catch one but not the other, they will cry constantly (think sadge hungry boi and 'oshit there's a Tarr' sounds) and try to escape until they’re reunited in the same pen or free roam, not just adjacent pens. They will always be drawn to each other, so to find/lure their other half, just walk away with one in the Vacpack and the other will follow

Moon would try to free Sun by biting you and Sun will burn you if they bounce into you, so keep enough Vacpack space free for both

If an unpaired Moon is in a pen, they will start chewing through the corral walls. They’re smart enough to figure out that going for the barrier directly like other slimes do is much more difficult than attacking the barrier generator pillars which are much more solid than straining against a slippery forcefield

If an unpaired Sun is in a pen, a good chunk of your ranch may start to burn. I hope you have fire suppression and a good stain cleaner cause those burn marks aren’t coming out easy. Anything a distressed Sun touches will burn and the metal of your corral wall pillars is not heat proof

Even though Suns are so trusting and friendly, Moons are a lot less so, especially towards ranchers

They're smart enough to figure out that slimes disappearing into the suction tube and seldom being spit back out is Bad

Meanwhile Suns just want affection, trying to boop the rancher as soon as their Moon looks away cause Moon would try to nudge them away and scare/bite the rancher

Ogden swore he once saw a sick Sun, Viktor corroborated his account when he went to investigate and was attacked by an unnaturally dull and dark Sun. Unfortunately, he failed to capture it and when he returned with better equipment, it was gone. No one has seen it since, although Viktor hypothesised that it was a virus that could potentially spread to its Moon counterpart

What he actually saw was a Solar, a Sun which had forever lost its Moon for some unknown reason

Lunars are Moons that have lost their Suns, but no one in the community on the Range has ever seen one

If one is fired into the other with a Vacpack, they will form an Eclipse largo

(from left to right: Moon slime, Sun slime, Eclipse largo)

Eclipse largos:

Because of the velocity requirement (aka basically has to be yeeted together with considerable force, there's no need for them to combine in the wild), Eclipse largos are considered rancher-made instead of naturally-transforming by eating plorts like other largos

As a fusion of the two, they have the combined memories and personalities of Sun and Moon. As such, it is recommended to first gain the trust of and build a relationship with both slimes before fusing them or the resultant Eclipse may be difficult to manage

It’s not hard to have a decent relationship with Sun, but if you didn’t have one with Moon before fusion, you might find yourself nursing your wounds post-spontaneous bite in the middle of pets. Eclipse’s teeth are much, much worse than a cat’s nibblers

They hate being confined to a corral, much preferring to patrol the ranch instead

If the ranch is safe and nothing escaped, there is a chance they will unfuse at dawn and dusk. The chance that they unfuse is much higher if they leave the ranch at these times

They will herd loose slimes into the nearest corral, although occasionally this results in them getting themself stuck until the rancher frees them or they wreck the corral, whichever comes first

If they spot a Tarr, they will fight it by dragging it around with their teeth until it beats a hasty retreat or using its tentacles to throw it into the nearest body of (unoccupied by Puddles) water

They are also sometimes seen just staring into the distance at or near the edge of the ranch, always towards the East

You are not going to be able to force them to go anywhere, they are large and in charge. If you try to, you’re at a high risk of getting yourself or your Vacpack crushed between those dagger teeth

Luring them back to the ranch with the promise of cuddles, a honey-baked hen, cubed cubefruit and a water lettuce salad to wash it all down hasn’t failed yet

They will eat anything, including other slimes although genus cannibalism isn't going to be their first choice

Has there been recorded history of an Eclipse eating tech or a rancher? Viktor might have the answer to the former, but as for the latter… there are no living witnesses. Key word, living. And if the Far Far Range saw one unnamed rancher with a bad reputation gradually lose his slimes and disappear, no one saw anything

Eclipses may not have nubbins, but they can produce long tentacles that appear dark orange in the day and dark blue at night

Those tentacles would be warm or cool to the touch depending on Eclipse’s mood

Overall, not much is really known about them within the community of the Far, Far Range besides for rare sightings, but every time someone manages to capture a Sun or Moon, they escape the next day with an unsigned note left in the corral. Even Viktor’s surveillance tech hadn’t managed to catch the intruder’s identity, but he has footage of a tall figure in a dark cloak walking into his lab in the middle of the night and hacking into the containment unit he had the Sun and Moon in. The slimes hopped out of the open door and the figure looked straight at the camera, holding up a slim finger to their face with the faint glint of teeth and a glowing red eye in the shadow of their cloak as they held up the note, dropping it on the ground before the camera feed got corrupted.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

A Day At The Lake

Gator Tillman x Kirby Rivers (OC)

♤ Summary: Gator met Kirby through his old weed guy when he left town and left Kirby as someone Gator could go to for pot. He started hanging out there more, after the inital shock that is Kirby. Gator can't seem to stay away from them, and doesn't really want too. Kirby suggests a day at the lake so Gator can relax for a bit.

♤ Warnings: canon x oc pairing, nonbinary/trans oc, oc uses he/they pronouns, slight angst, brief mentions of drug use.

♤ a/n: i wrote this for @jozstankovich because they've been single handedly encouraging my writing of OC stories and because they've fallen in love with my little goblin boy and i couldn't be more flattered! Hope you guys enjoy it too! Reblogs and comments are cherished and loved! 💖🍒💖

♤♤♤♤

"Hey do they ever- ooow." Kirby rubs the back of his head, glaring at the open hood they'd smacked it on before moving their eyes to Gator.

"They ever let you have days off? You don't work like... seven days a week or some shit do you?" He asks, watching Gator's feet swing genlty under the tailgate he's sitting on. He scoffs, rolls his eyes, adjusts the backwards cap he's wearing.

"Course I get days off. Why?" His eyes narrow in suspicion. Kirby shrugs, whipes some grease on his overalls.

"Just wonderin. When's your next one? And doooo you have plans?" Kirby draws, points at Gator and waits, stares. Gator snorts, shakes his head, rubs at the back of his neck.

"Tuesday. I'm off Tuesday. Why you wonderin?" He asks, his lip tugged between his teeth.

"I just had an idea. Thought maybe you'd wanna come to the lake with me? Just have a chill day. Away from all'a," he gestures to Gator, their hand motioning to all of him,

"This. Just get away." Kirby shrugs, ducks back under the hood and starts tinkering again, tightening all the bolts he'd loosened.

"You wanna go to the lake? You fish or somethin?" Gator asks, Kirby hears him jump down from his little perch on the tailgate. Kirby snorts.

"Absolutely not. Too slimey. I just swim man. Swimmings nice. Keeps you cool. Sometimes there's turtles. You don't swim?" Kirby asks, talking and talking, rapid fire, like always.

"Sometimes. I guess." Gator's voice sound farther away now, Kirby lowers their head, looking under his arm to see Gator looking through the crowded fridge in the garage.

"Beer's on the left behind the ketchup." Kirby comments, looks back to his work, slips his wrench onto the last bolt and gives it a few tugs til it's nice and snug. He ducks lower than he needs too when he stands, making sure not to smack their head again. He shuts the hood and turns to find Gator holding out a cherry coke.

"Thanks." They nod, pop it open and take a swig as Gator does the same to his beer.

"What time?" Gator asks, not looking at Kirby, his eyes fixed on something over their shoulder. Kirby turns to look, doesn't see anything, shakes his head and turns back.

"I dunno. Let's saaaaayyyy...eight? Eight thirty?" Kirby shrugs, takes anothrr drink.

"That early? It's my day off man." Gator scoffs. Kirby rolls his eyes, wipes their free hand on their overalls again, trying and failing, to get the grease from between his fingers.

"Oh boo hoo. You don't have to come. I just thought I'd offer." He walks to the garage, tucks his tools into their places.

"I will be bringing some choice product with me. If that... influences your decision at all." Kirby looks over their shoulder, eyebrows high on his head as he watches Gator kick at the ground.

"I didn't say I wouldn't come. S'just early." He mutters, his boot twisting in the small divot his kicking had made.

"Oh. Well cool. Let's call it nine then. Let sleeping beauty get his rest huh?" Kirby teases, walks past Gator and kicks at his foot.

"Stop that. I'm trying to run a respectable business here." Kirby admonishes, Gator kicks back, Kirby dodges him, quick on their feet. Gator laughs when he nearly spills his cherry coke, his feet immediately tangling together after the smooth dodge.

"Alright. Nine it is." Gator bites his lip.

"You don't swim while you're high do you?" He asks, rubbing at the back of his neck again, eyes landing on Kirby briefly and then darting away again.

"Awww. You worried about me Deputy?" Kirby tilts their head, bats his eyelashes, his hand on his chest over his heart. Gator flushes a nice shade of pink and snorts, sniffs, wipes at his nose with an eyeroll.

"No. Just seein if I need to be prepared to carry your body out of a lake when you drown is all." Gator says, easy, still doesn't look at Kirby. He hasn't lately. Been looking at him. Won't meet their eye after he'd showed back up.

Ignoring Kirby for weeks. Until Kirby figured it out. Made a peace offering. And it worked. He understood now. He got it. Why Gator had run away. Kirby's beautiful , straight, deputy friend, was having some not so straight feelings about him. Or thoughts. Maybe thoughts and feelings. Kirby didn't mind either way. But he wouldn't push.

He'd just hidden a small stash of his best stuff in Gator's truck. Shot him a text. And hoped for the best. The best was Gator showing up a week later. Needing more weed, and not meeting Kirby's eyes. But he was here. And still joking around like they used too. So Kirby shoved down his own feelings, gave Gator cheap prices on good weed, and invited him to the fucking lake.

Kirby shakes his head, pulling themself from their thoughts.

"Won't be my body in the lake man. I'm a great swimmer." He says, immediately almost tripping over a stray peice of junk on the ground.

"Shit. That came outta nowhere." He huffs, finishes his cherry coke and tosses his can up into the air, aiming for the old, rusty, fifty gallon drum he uses as a trashcan. The can hits the rim and flips off to the side. Kirby huffs. Gator laughs.

"Right." He says, voice flat as he picks the can up, steps back a few feet and tosses it toward the can, it goes directly in, not even close to hitting the sides.

"Show off." Kirby mutters, glaring at him. Gator laughs again, loud and bright. And Kirby missed that. Shakes his head and pushes the thought away.

"So nine. Tuesday." Gator says, pointing at Kirby.

"Nine. Tuesday." Kirby echoes, pointing back. Smiling a goofy smile when Gator actually meets their eyes. Gator smiles back before waving and heading down the drive to his truck. Kirby waves after him, feeling giddy and light. And half not believing that Gator said yes.

They do a little happy spin, nearly tripping again as they do, hands slamming down on the tailgate Gator had been sat on. Kirby shakes his head at himself, rubs his hand over his hair, and rushes inside to take a shower.

They fall into bed that night nearly vibrating, knowing they wouldn't sleep well. Too excited for a silly little trip to the lake.

~°~

The trip goes surprisingly well. Gator shows up at eight thirty despite his previous protests. Kirby drives them down. They grab breakfast on the way and by the time they reach the lake the sun is high and warm.

Both of them run for the lake immediately, tossing their clothes this way that, ending up in just their swim trucks, Gator laughing as Kirby shrieks and jumps of the small dock into the water.

Kirby's not sure how long they swim for. Just knows the sun moves across the sky as they talk and splash and shove each other underwater. They eat lunch. Sit in the back of Kirby's old van, their nest of pillows and blankets warm in the summer heat, but it's shady, and far enough from the water that the bugs leave them alone.

They're sitting on the dock when Gator asks,

"You really don't fish?"

Kirby makes a gagging sound, pretends to puke over the side of the dock.

"No way. Not for me." They shake their head. Gator nods. Seems to think about something.

"You don't hunt either I take it." He asks, one eye srunched against the sun as he looks at Kirby, his softened hair falling into his face. Kirby's scrunched face is all the answer he needs, he laughs, holds his hands up in surrender.

"Alright. Alright. Just askin." He sounds judgmental, but he's smiling soflty, looking into his lap.

"Do you like hunting?" Kirby asks, head tilting.

"I'm good at it." Gator says immediately. Kirby smiles, bumps their shoulder into Gator's, his skin, warm from the sun, still makes Kirby shiver.

"Yeah but do you like it?" Kirby repeats, kicking his feet in the water, he watches Gator's reflection shimmer and then looks at him. He's frowning, like he's thinking, Kirby waits.

"I- I dunno. I just..." he trails off. Huffs. Tries again.

"It makes me feel... accomplished. Cuz I'm good at it. It's something I do well." He says slowly, like he's feeling it out.

"But it's not just that. Hunting deer's the best. Because we use it. As much of it as we can. The meat. The hide. The bones. Ya know? I have this summer sausage recipe that just, fuck, it melts in your mouth." Gator looks at him, face all smooshed up and scrunched, party from the sun, partly like he thinks Kirby's gonna judge him.

"You make the summer sausage yourself?" Is all Kirby says, genuinely curious. And they know it's the right thing to say when Gator perks up, nods excitedly.

"Yeah. And we pair it with this cheese Karen makes and it's like, god, I can't even describe it. You gotta try it though." Gator bumps Kirby's shoulder with his.

"I don't have to like... be there for the hunting? Or the cleaning? Or any other terrifyingly gross animal killing ritual that you get up to before the food is made?" Kirby asks, their face all scrunched up now too, seconds away from adding a gag but Gator laughs again, really laughs, his head thrown back, the sweet sound rolling out over the water like the ripples their feet are making.

"It's not a ritual. We're not sacrificing animals." Gator scoffs once he's stopped laughing 

"Aren't you though?" Kirby asks, voice low and disbelieving. Gator rolls his eyes.

"Seriously though. I'd love to try it." Kirby says, bumping their shoulders again as he sways side to side.

"Okay. I'll bring you some next time I come over." Gator says, his voice small, he sounds almost shy.

"Looking forward to some of your famous sacrificial sausage." Kirby nods, Gator growls at him playfully and shoves him into the water. Kirby comes up screeching, Gator throws himself in after them, both of them sinking under together, the water cool on their sun kissed skin.

~°~

Gator walks him to his door. He didn't have too, Kirby had parked next to his truck so he could just, head home. But he walks them up the drive, lingers on the doorstep. Kirby's chest is tight as he watches Gator sway from foot to foot, eyes on the ground, hands in his pockets.

"Thanks for comin with me today. I hope- ya know, I hope it was a nice day off for you." Kirby says, shoulders jumping and then settling as they linger by their door.

"It was nice." Gator says, voice quite. Eyes on the ground.

"Good. That's... good." Kirby lickes his lips, he doesn't wanna go inside yet, doesn't want the day to end. Even though the sun has been gone for hours now, the day has ended, but this hasn't, whatever it is. He looks up to the night sky, craning his neck to look for his favorite stars.

"Kirby?" It's barley a whisper.

"Yeah?" Kirby's head snaps back down, eyes on Gator immediately, and finds him looking back. And then he's leaning forward. A soft press of lips to his cheek. Gator's skin is warm against theirs, his lips a little wet, like he'd licked them nervously before making his decision.

He's gone as fast as it happened. Taking a few steps away.

"It was really nice." His voice is strained, Kirby wants to reach out to him. Can see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. But he doesn't, knows it will just scare him away.

"The nicest day I've had in awhile. And I-" his voice catches in his throat. Kirby frowns, watch him swallow with difficulty.

"I want- with you. But I-" Gator frowns now, his hands shaking at his sides, he clocks Kirby eyeing them and shoves them into his pockets roughly. 

"I don't think- I mean-" he groans, low, frustrated, tilts his head back, turns away from Kirby and wipes at his face.

"It's okay." Kirby says, wraps their arms around their middle. Gator turns back to them.

"What?" He asks, lip wobbling, he digs his teeth in.

"It's okay. To want that. Ya know. But I understand. I mean I know- I know who your dad is and I get it. I understand." He nods, licks his lips, clears his throat.

"You can't. And that's okay. Ya know? I'll be here. For whatever. Anything you need." He takes a deep breath, looks to the sky again for a moment, lets Gator have a second to himself before looking back to him.

"Weed. A friend. Just a place to fuck around and not be under anyones thumb for awhile. A shoulder to cry manly tears on. I'll be here. For you. Just, whenever." Kirby shrugs, their throat feeling tight, even through the small tease, or maybe because of it.

Gator stares at them, for a long time. And then he's stomping forward, determined. He grabs the front of Kirby's shirt and tugs, pulls them to his chest, their lips pressed together firmly, for just a moment, before he pulls back, forhead resting against Kirby's, his eyes still closed from the kiss.

"I had the best fucking day with you." He whispers, tugs on Kirby's shirt again, desperate, and then he's gone.

"Me too." Kirby breathes, a whisper in the dark. Kirby blinks the tears away, his fingers pressing to his trembling lips as he listens to Gator's footsteps disappear into the dark.

They stand there for a long time, long after Gator's truck has driven away. Kirby stands on his doorstep, fingers pressed to his lips, and looks up at the stars, their eyes finding their favorites with ease. Two stars, directly above them, nestled next to each other, the mirror image of the freckles gracing Gator's cheek. They light the sky above his house as he finally goes inside. His chest trying to fight off the spark of hope threatening to ignite, theatening to set that feral thing in his chest on fire.

Kirby falls into bed, looks out the window and closes his eyes, presses his lips gently to the inside of his arm, and let's it burn.

[ellecdc]

GIRL WTF

i just read we are making love bc wanted some nasty filthy thing to read and now i’m starting at my selling without being able to take this PLOT THIS READER THIS REMUS FUCKING LUPIN OUT OF MY HEAD.

babe you are so amazing, i love everything you write but this this? this should be in a fucking museum my love

for the best remus lupin i’ve ever read ✊🏼

two questions though, 1 part two?👀👀👀 2 what exactly happened between avery and yn? bc i got an idea but don’t want to assume

wish you a lovely ending of this week and weekend😘😘😘

Omgggg stop you’re gonna make me blush!!!!!!!!

1) idkkkkkkk if I’m gonna write a part 2! I fucking love that story and Remus and reader like, chefs kiss. I know what I would want to happen going forward for them/have an idea of how the story unfolds but idk that it actually makes a good story if that makes sense. Like idk how I’d even try to write it. It certainly wouldn’t be smutty (or nearly as) and I feel like Surprise! We’re Making Love was so good (sounds cringe when I say that about my own writing but anyways) that part two would fall flat in comparison.

2) fucking slimey snake orchestrated their betrothal - she’s the eldest daughter/heiress to a Sacred 28 family and would have been highly sought for the families of young Pureblood boys. Idek if he really had much to do with it (he’s certainly not innocent by any means) but reader certainly thinks it’s his doing and tbh I trust her

I am literally so glad you enjoyed it and so honoured you think it deserves to be in a MUSEUM my god lol. Thank you thank you 💋💋

[joyswonderland1108]

Leaks?

Anygays, i’ve received some questions about those and tho i discussed them privately but thought maybe i’d share my thoughts in here.

So lately there has been some “leaks” for JJK1 going around, supposed solo songs, supposed collabs, bla bla bla, why did i put leaks between “ “ you may ask? I personally don’t think those are leaks by any means here’s why : 

1 - Why does it look like all those supposed leaks English songs? Coming from the same man who seems to be more comfortable in his own mother language that’s a bit weird that out of nowhere all the supposed leaks related to his upcoming solo are English songs.

2 - Sdharu or Lilbitch whatever is his name i stopped caring about his actual username after calling him lilbitch for a while, anygays, those two are the same person fyi, he shared a supposed JK leak then later shared a supposed Jikook collab with only “jimin’s part” on the same song, same verse. I did some overlapping because that sounded a bit too familiar and their voices matched perfectly like.. eerily too perfect for it to be an actual collab. You just can’t sing the same verse the same exact way no matter what that was just a very perfect match and i wouldn’t be surprised that it’s ai.

3 - He once again did the same thing with a supposed TK collab, when i’ve heard it i was like “Wasn’t that the one he shared as a JK solo song before?” then again i remembered that it’s lilbitch we’re talking about and that bitch seems to love clout, need i remind you that he was so positive about a tk collab on November of 2022 and March (or was it May?) of 2023. That bitch is as slimey as CP and Jake with their collabs with the boys.

So all in all to me personally those ain’t no leaks, would a Jikook collab make me happy? Yeah sure enough but i know that there are more chances for the sun to set from the east than an actual Jikook collab (I’d like to be proven wrong thank you). 

But don’t let this stop you from being excited for JJK1, no matter when it drops because honestly i don’t believe in the whole thing about it dropping in July i know people are being excited but this is giving the same vibe as when there was a useless post about Jimin’s solo dropping in February. There’s still no official announcement, not even just an official “hint” of anything related to JJK1, if it’s anything related to his solo then the official announcement should be out these last days of the month. Other than that i believe that if it’s anything JK related on July it might be a collab or a single separate from his solo. Nevertheless be ready for it!