#i never know what to talk about or how to hold a conversation cuz I’m so used to just shutting up and letting others talk

[luveline]

Jade can I please get a chatty af yapper sunshine girlfriend with Sirius?? Like May be someone tells her she talks a lot so she's super quiet around him cuz she's worried he'll get annoyed and break up with her but poor Sirius he misses his chatty girl and just angst with fluff

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James Potter means well. Honestly, you don’t think he has a mean bone in his body, so you try not to take it to heart. 

Unfortunately, your attempts to do so don’t work. They really, unquestionably don’t. By the time you’re outside of Sirius’ flat that afternoon, James’ small comment is all you can think of. 

“You’re so chatty I’m surprised you don’t run out of breath,” he’d said. Not without love. You’d bumped into him in Sainsbury’s and ended up talking for ages about one thing or another, you know him well, you’d even say you were friends, though he’s of course Sirius’ friend rather than your own. “But I’m the same. God, Sirius used to hate how much I talked, he’d be sick of me. I think I numbed him to it over the years.” 

You can’t imagine it. Sirius and James are best friends. With Remus, they’re the most in love threesome of friends you’ve ever met, and it’s nice; it makes you very proud to have a boyfriend who cares for others as deeply as Sirius cares for them. It’s like a constant demonstration of how he’s a good man. 

But you’d never stopped to consider that they weren’t always so seamless, and you’ve regrettably never considered that your constant talking is something that could put him off. 

You talk to Sirius about everything. There isn’t a word to describe the excitement of having someone waiting to listen to you every single night. You could tell him every detail of a day down to what colour socks you wore and you know he’ll sit there listening with his hand on the small of your back, or his fingers twined between yours. You’ve never felt so loved as to be able to just talk about everything and have him talk back. 

But… what if, this whole time, he’s been wishing for a little bit of quiet? 

What if eventually, the talking becomes too much? 

He must be with you for a reason. You aren’t holding the poor guy hostage, he acts like he’s mad for you ninety percent of the time (while the other ten percent is spent sleeping on your shoulder). 

Like now —you knock his door and you can hear him scrambling up from the sofa, the sound of a book dislodged or a remote hitting the rug, you’re not sure. The door yanks open and Sirius smiles at you, pulling you in through the gap with a familiar hand on your hip. 

“Hey,” Sirius says, tucking you against his side, “hey, did you get lovelier over the weekend?” He shoves the door closed and gives you a hug with one arm, pausing in the hall. “Sorry I couldn’t see you. I don’t think we should miss another weekend.” 

You have a lot to tell him. It’s been ages since you spent nearly three days apart, but James’ conversation stays at the front of your mind. 

You decide to be less overwhelming, but not less loving, curling your arm behind his head to pull his cheek down for a kiss. “I don’t think so, either.” 

Sirius tilts his head away from you in an invitation for more kissing. 

You’re at home in his flat. You take off your shoes and hang up your jacket. You change into a pair of jogging bottoms with loose legs and let him hoist you onto his bed for a few stolen kisses, though he isn’t propositioning you, and you end up laying across his bedspread with one of your legs in his lap as he tells you about his days without you, his thumb sliding with pressure down your calf. 

“Mostly I wished I’d asked you to come over anyways, even if it was just to sleep together at the end of the day. Maybe next time we can do that?” he asks. 

“Of course we can.” You smile at him indulgently. “I’d come over for twenty minutes if it was all I could get.” 

“Or I can come to you,” he says, “even if it’s just twenty minutes.” 

He smiles, a beaming thing, and leans down slowly for a soft kiss. 

“So,” he asks, his breath on your lips, “how was your weekend? Lonely?” 

“So lonely,” you tease lightly, eyes fluttering closed as he continues his massaging of your leg. “But it was okay. I missed you, really, and didn’t do much else.”

“No?” he asks. 

Your voice takes on a shine as he squeezes your knee, “Missed your hands.”  

“I missed your everything.” He grabs for your forearms and pulls you into a sitting position. “But everything was okay?” he asks more seriously. 

“Everything was fine.” 

He raises his eyebrows, but eventually lets them relax. “Well, okay. Good, sweetheart, I’m glad it was okay.” 

He persuades you into the kitchen to sit with him as he makes dinner, refusing to let you help, and yet insisting you be there in the same room, as though you’d like to be anywhere else. Sirius makes your favourite of his usual rotation, offering you spoonfuls for tasting, gaps of silence stretching as he struggles to find new conversation. You start answering his questions but remember time and time again that Sirius could become totally sick of you. He might already be. 

Sirius puts the food on a low heat and washes his hands. He wipes them dry, but when he takes your face, dampness lines the inside of his fingers. 

“I’d like for you to tell me what’s wrong,” he says gently, stroking at the line of your startled frown, “before it gets worse. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” 

“Please don’t, lovely. If I’ve done something wrong, please tell me. I want us to last forever, and we can’t do that if you won’t tell me when I upset you.” 

“It wasn’t you,” you say instinctively, then regret it. 

“So someone has?” he asks, still so gentle as his hands coast down your neck like he’s sculpting you, coming to rest on the slopes leading to your shoulders. “You can tell me anything. You don’t have to keep it to yourself… please.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Sweetheart.” He frowns deeply. Couldn’t look more upset. “Of course I’m sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

You chew it over, not wanting or willing to cause ructions between Sirius and his oldest friend. “Well, I saw James today at the shop, and… we were talking about you…” 

He waits. “And?” 

“And he told me you– you don’t like talking. That you didn’t like talking, that James used to make you sick of it. So I know I talk too much and you’ve never made me feel like I shouldn’t, but I guess I got into my head thinking you’d get sick of me, too.” 

“When we were younger I didn’t like much of anything.” He curls an arm behind your neck to hold you in place, but it’s not a dominant sort of movement, only protective as your noses inch together. “Did you ever read that poem by Bukwoski? Let It Enfold You?” 

“What?” 

“I’m not very good at explaining myself. I thought if you knew the poem, you’d–” He laughs near your cheek. “I hated everything. It wasn’t James’ fault. He did make me sick of it sometimes, but I just wanted to hide from everything.” He breathes out slowly. “I’ve never wanted to hide from you. I can’t get sick of you. Do you get that? I can’t get sick of you. Listening to you is the best part of my day, you’re my personal chatterbox.” 

“Chatterbox,” you repeat teasingly. 

“You could talk for Wales,” he says. “And I love it, I don’t want you to stop, because I’ll never be sick of it.”

“I don’t want it to be some secret resentment.”

“I don’t resent you for anything. I knew exactly who you were when we met and I love it.” He takes your face again. “I love it,” he repeats. 

You steal a little kiss against the corner of his lips. “What was the poem?” you ask. 

“I’ll find my book, and you can read it to me. What do you think?” He takes a slow kiss as you had in the same place, words like honey. “I miss your voice.” 

He’s basically pleading. It’s not like Sirius to plead, but you pull it out of him. 

“Can I have my dinner first?” 

“The one I made while you deprived me?” he asks. “Yes, if you must.” 

He takes another kiss, but you’re happy to give it. 

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#37: The Good Kind Heart (1.04)

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This scene right here just exudes warmth and I love it so much. 🥰 It was food for the soul seeing Richonne all cuddled up like they've always loved to do. And best of all, it was great to see them finally having a heartwarming conversation about their baby 🥹...

Danai wrote some of the best dialogue since The Walking Dead’s prime. It’s excellent and her pen was especially on fire in the remainder of this bedroom scene, featuring my favorite Richonne content ever. 🔥

Like a lengthy scene with just Rick and Michonne in bed and fantastic dialogue - that is my exact cup of tea and I see exactly why it was said that this episode was for us. And it's for anyone who enjoys quality content too. 😊

So first; the visual of Rick and Michonne holding hands in bed just instantly makes me so happy. 🥰 I love how they feel right at home being back in each other's arms. And it's sweet seeing them be so at peace even despite the fact that this building is on the verge of going down. Again, when they're together the world and crumbling buildings can wait. 👌🏽

And I’ve always said it cuz it’s always been true - in each other's arms is where these two are most meant to be. 😌

Then, it never fails to elate me to hear that the first thing Rick says is, “He looks like me?” 🥲 Now there is the man I know who would absolutely want to talk about his son.😊 And it’s so cute the content way he says it.

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I love that he asks this question specifically too. Because RJ really is his mini-me and it’s like he’s getting this joy in knowing that he definitely contributed to that little boy even if he hasn’t been around to raise him.

Michonne laughs when he asks because she knows RJ is Rick’s little twin. And then Rick makes Michonne laugh again when he teases, “So he’s really good-looking?” 😊

First - I love seeing Richonne back to laughing and being lighthearted. Second; there’s never been a cuter couple ever. They're just perfect together inside and out. Third; it always tickles me that Danai wrote something that acknowledges how attractive Rick/Andy is lol. I mean, the fineness needed to be recognized. 😌

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It is so sweet the way Rick’s face lights up when he makes Michonne laugh and how she’s always just so smitten by him.

Another thing I always love seeing in this moment is just how comfy Michonne seems. Like she just appears so gorgeously glowy and relaxed and like she’s been able to return to herself in a new way after their moment of intimacy. And a lot of that is because her safe space is back. 🥲

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And now that he's stopped trying to act like what they have is broken, Rick also just seems so refreshingly relaxed and released from at least a little bit of the pain he'd been carrying.

Michonne answers him saying, “It’s nuts how much he looks like you. Save for the light brown skin it’s hard to tell I had anything to do with it - Oh but he does have my eyes.” This is the Richonne parents' content I signed up for! 🙌🏽

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I adore seeing Rick and Michonne finally get to just talk as RJ’s mom and dad and happily chat about the features they gave their baby. 😭

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And I feel like TWD and TOWL def gave enough indication that Michonne’s eyes are one of Rick’s favorite things so I love that he gets to learn that his son has her eyes. I’m just beaming watching how precious this whole exchange is.🥰

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I love how attentive Rick is as she tells him about their son and how Michonne always has such a radiance about her when speaking about her kids. 

And then Rick, knowing who RJ is made up of, has a strong feeling he knows one of his son’s traits when he asks/says, “And he’s stubborn?” I love the way he asks it like he already knows the answer. 😋

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And Michonne’s face again lights up as she immediately nods and says, “Just like his daddy, yes.” So so so cute. 🥹

I love the melodic way she says it and the way Rick instantly laughs because even tho he knows he was asking based on who RJ’s mom is, he also knows she’s right about him being stubborn.

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You can very visibly see how much Rick likes hearing that his son is just like his daddy.

But then it becomes even cuter when Rick says, “Like his mama” and kisses Michonne's shoulder. Y’all, 🫠.

Inject this whole moment into my veins, please. Their smiles here are everything and hearing them call each other RJ’s daddy and mama. The absolute best. 😭

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Rick’s “like his mama” with the shoulder kiss and Michonne’s smile live rent-free in my head for real. I love it. They’re so tender and warm with each other even when teasing and it’s perfect. Andy and Danai really made every right choice in this entire scene. 🤩

I adore how Rick and Michonne both think the other is stubborn but that they so clearly love that about each other. And it’s true - Richonne is stubborn as all get out which was clear throughout this episode especially. But it works because with each other they’re always willing to eventually meet each other where they’re at.

In season 10, Michonne told Ezekiel that she and him wouldn't have worked out because they’re both too stubborn and I remember back then thinking 'Rick is stubborn too tho'...but Rick and Michonne’s brand of stubbornness actually complements each other well.

(And Rick is stubborn but 99% of the time he's not stubborn with Michonne 😋)

Richonne basically survived that CRM helicopter crash because of their stubbornness - Rick being stubborn about getting Michonne home alive led him to talk to her cash crazy which then led Michonne, who was stubborn about not leaving without him, to yank them both out of the helicopter.

And even tho RJ didn’t have many scenes in TWD I feel like his adorable stubbornness was still hinted at occasionally. Like how Daryl told Michonne that RJ was refusing to eat his vegetables.

And this year I saw a s11 clip where RJ covers for Judith and the little guy will not spill his big sister's whereabouts. It’s cute. 😊 He gets his stubbornness from both his parents.

Also, I like how knowing RJ is stubborn and good-looking is how Rick most knows this is a Richonne baby. Those are two strong qualities Rick and Michonne both possess lol. And I love that Rick already seems like such a proud dad over RJ and proud knowing that his son's mom is Michonne. 🥰

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After years of wanting to see Rick and Michonne joyfully talk about their kid it was so so special to see that finally play out here.

And then this scene was already giving me everything I wanted with Richonne being all happy, playful, and snuggly while talking about their baby boy, and then it gets just a million times sweeter when Michonne then turns toward him and softly says, “He does have your good kind heart though. That’s what reminds me the most of you.” Absolutely Beautiful. 🥹

Like the visual with Richonne wrapped in each other's arms and their faces so close together, the words, the delivery, the lighting, the moment, all just so beautiful. 👏🏽

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I adore hearing Michonne tell Rick that their son has his heart. And the Richonne tones are back in full force which you know I’m always here for. It’s also so powerful for Michonne to say this cuz there were a few moments in this episode where Rick’s good kind heart was MIA but Michonne never stopped believing in his heart.

She knows that his good kind side is still in there because it can’t help but show itself like in the moments Rick would check on her while they were running through the building.

It’s also so sweet that this means whenever Michonne would see RJ being good and kind, she would see Rick. 😭

And Michonne has an extremely good kind heart too but she loves Rick so much that for her she feels like RJ got that heart from her husband. 🥲

She says it so sincerely too and it’s clear Rick’s good kind heart is something she loves most about him and her son. Me too. 🙋🏽‍♀️

And seeing Michonne smile as she shares this, the love for her boys is so evident. When she says it too it just feels like something she’s been longing to tell Rick for years - That their son has his heart.

I adore that Rick gets to know that while he and Michonne have been apart, she hasn’t been entirely without him because every day she got to wake up to his little mini-me who had his smile, stubbornness, and most of all, and best of all, his good kind heart. She still had a piece of Rick’s heart, flesh, and blood with her. RJ is such a gift. 🥹

It’s also so sweet to then see Rick’s response to his wife’s beautiful words about him and their son. The way Rick looks at Michonne after she says this, you know he heard the ‘I love you’ in her words.

I really get the sense that Rick too is moved by how much Michonne loves and believes in his good kind heart even despite some of his previous treatment this ep. There’s a reason Rick’s dreams constantly reminded him of Michonne’s belief in him because she really does support and believe in him like no other. 

So then another top tier Richonne moment occurs when Rick then raises up and pulls Michonne closer to him as they share this precious look and have their most precious kiss. 😍 Like to say I adore this whole moment is an understatement.

I of course always love Richonne’s hungry make-out sessions but something about those sweet and simple single kisses is just as mesmerizing. 🤩

And this one here - I call it the “Baby, we made a baby” Kiss, because the way Rick and Michonne look at each other and smile and then have this tender kiss, it just feels like a moment of them sharing in the joyous acknowledgment that they really did have that baby they dreamed about.

I love how as Rick pulls her closer before the kiss she like softly hits his chest. Then I really love the way they look at each other after the kiss. It is just sweetness personified to see them both be so taken by each other and present in this moment. 😍

Rick is in full lover-boy mode the way he smiles at her, bites his lip a little, and rubs her stomach. I loved seeing that movement after he didn’t get a chance to be there to rub her stomach during the pregnancy. 🥲 In this moment it just feels like he’s so aware and appreciative that Michonne carried his child.

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And Michonne’s smile up at him. 🥹 Just so much love communicated. Also, I always love that the bullet casing can be seen in her hair. After all those years of finding these little ways to stay close to Rick, now here he is with her in this bed as close as can be. Won’t He Do It. 🙌🏽

And then y’all, since they’re always in sync they’re both ready for a hot and heavy round two when they go in for that second kiss. 😏

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I love how quickly they’re ready to match each other's energy with Rick starting to lift the sheet off her and Michonne putting her hands in his hair before reaching down somewhere and wrapping her legs around him which...

That second kiss is instantly hot and they are both fully ready to go another round…but then a hilarious interruption occurs when that roomba comes riding in with its beeping noises. And Rick’s startled reaction is comedy. 😂

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Michonne thinks Rick’s reaction to the cleaning device is humorous too as she lifts up and laughs, explaining to her country-boy husband that it’s just a Roomba. Rick looks straight up bewildered as Michonne tells him about Roombas and what they do.

And of course, the modern city girl Michonne had one herself from before. I love even learning little details like this about Michonne’s pre-ZA life. 😊

Like anytime Michonne drops a new detail about her life before, even about cleaning tools she used to own, my extra self is always intrigued and all-ears like...

Michonne says, “That explains why it’s so spotless” as she gives Rick another amused look and lays back down. It’s cute how you can tell she finds his perplexity cute here. 😋

And so while the Roomba distracted them from another round a bit, there still could have been hope of them maybe picking up where they left off…but then this next conversation happens and we’re reminded Richonne still has a whole lot to unpack. 🤕

As for this good kind heart scene tho - Perfection. Loved every second of it and it just portrayed so much of what makes Richonne such a beautiful pairing. 👏🏽 Seeing Rick and Michonne have this lovely moment as RJ’s parents was sublime and I’ll forever adore this heartwarming exchange. 🥹👌🏽

[rodolfoparras]

if any of this makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore it, you’re comfort comes first

I’ve been seeing so many male character x bunny hybrid readers and don’t get me wrong, I love a good hybrid reader cuz they’re either really hot or really funny to think of.

Butt every time one is written, it’s always ‘Bunny reader is bottom and small, petite little man/woman that gets railed’

How about a dominant hybrid bunny reader?? Like imagine just fucking Price till his legs are shaky and he’s begging for you to slow down. The bunny traits giving you strong, well built thighs and legs which helps to fuck him so roughly.

Barely giving him a break between climaxes as his ass gets sore and numb from being fucked for so long. Using his pretty ass as you bend him over any surface, barely able to hold back.

Being able to go multiple rounds and recover quickly, so horny for that old man. Sometimes just straight up dry-humping him. Even in the kitchen on base, where anyone could walk in and see their beloved captain getting his ass humped by his horny boyfriend

I’m so normal about this <3

This is my first time attempting to write about hybrids/ shifters even though I love reading about them but anyway I present to you bunny shifter male reader and bear shifter price !

Thinking about Price being an unmated bear shifter and no matter what he does he can never find an appropriate partner for him.

Every partner he’s ever encountered had expected him to be the dominant one in bed and to be completely honest Price had been more interested in being dominated himself.

That’s why, despite his old age, Price had stayed unmated, had even accepted his fate to be unmated all the way to his grave.

However that mindset quickly changed when he set his eyes on you. Because of his big shifter form there were rarely times when he felt like he was in danger, but there was something different about you, something that evoked an instinct to flee, and in the same breath made him want to get closer to you.

Logically Price knew you wouldn’t actually hurt him, hell the two of you are so close people tend to ask if the two of you are mated.

But something about your watchful gaze lit a fire inside of him while simultaneously urging him to run away, something about your touch made him feel like he was stuck in your grasp while every cell in his body was pushing him to get impossibly closer and something about your words made his insides purr while also urging him to bury his teeth into your neck.

Despite the instincts you awoke inside him, he never tried to initiate anything. The two of you were colleagues and anything past that would be deemed as inappropriate.

However the line seemed to blur one night after a successful mission, when one too many drinks had entered Price’s system and instead of hanging out with 141 he had ended up standing in a corner with you, talking no -flirting.

Because it had started off as talking, brief comments made about the mission, a pat on the back for a job well done until your fingers seemed to clammer onto his shoulder and your tone turned much lower as the conversation switched to discussing the different shifters on the team.

Soap is suited as a wolf shifter, according to you, because he acts like an overgrown puppy.

Gaz is suited as a lion, for his dedication and loyalty to those close to him.

Ghost is suited well as a lynx for his elusive nature.

However when it came to discussing Price, you paused for a moment, before looking at him with a small smile.

“And you captain? What kind of shifter are you?” You ask because at the end of the day you don’t know what type of shifter he is and he doesn’t know what type of shifter you are either.

Price feels himself tense, before he clears his throat and awkwardly shuffles in place.

“Bear shifter” Price says while closely eyeing your reaction.

Many times when he’d revealed his true form, people’s view on him had changed, quickly regarding him as the more superior of the two and therefore ruining any potential of forming a relationship with him.

But you did none of that, instead you seemed more intrigued with this reveal.

“Bear shifter?” You say, the smile growing bigger on your face while eyeing the group of rowdy men standing a couple of feet away . “Suits you” is all you say before you turn your gaze back to the older man.

“Yeah? Why?” Price says, feeling heat creep up his neck, ears and cheeks, slightly fearing what you’ll say about him but also feeling intrigued.

“You are very gentle and tolerant with those you love”

His eyes widen in surprise, brows almost dipping past his hairline as a soft gasp escapes his lips.

“You don’t find me intimidating?” He says almost in a whisper.

“Do you want me to think that?” You say in a playful tone while raising a brow at the older man.

“No” he says, so quickly , a chuckle escapes your lips before you turn your gaze back to the rowdy group of men steadily drinking themselves half to death.

“So what are you then?” Price says after a moment of silence passes as he too now watches the group of men.

“Guess”

“Something of the feline sort?” He says, recalling then many times he’s seen your sharp smile.

“Nope” you say with a big smile on your face, showing off the very same sharp teeth that seem ingrained into his memory.

“A reptile?” He says, thinking of the vivid color that usually paints your irises.

“Mm not quite right” you say, now turning to him, chest flush against his as you crowd him up against the wall. “Let me give you a hint” you whisper in his ear and he feels goosebumps rise across his skin, gaze still trailed on the men in front of him who seem none than wiser to what’s happening “We’re said to have a high sex drive and many of us are much fast and way stronger compared to most feline shifters”

Recognition paints his face as a gasp slip past his lips. “A bunny shifter “

When he hears the sound of your chuckle he realizes just how ridiculous his reaction must’ve been and he feels the heat creeping back into his face as he apologizes profusely. “I apologize I-“

“It’s okay” you say, still chuckling “ You’re not the first one to react like this but you don’t think I’m weak because I’m a bunny shifter, do you captain?” You say amusement stripped from your tone and voice sounding much sharper.

“You want me to think so?” He says, voice breathy and strained repeating your words from earlier with a small smirk on his face

“No “ you say before you lightly nibble on his ear, hearing another gasp tumble past his lips

“You know what I want though?” You say, pushing away from him a bit to meet his gaze with your colorful irises and a sharp smile on your face.

Price swallows hard, feels himself shift in place, cock stirring in his pants as he eagerly awaits what you’re about to say.

“I want you to run.”

“What?” Price says, face pinched in confusion.

“I want you to run”

The confused look disappears from his face as Price realizes what you’re really saying.

You want to chase him.

You want to catch him

For the first time in his life someone wants to court him.

And it doesn’t take much before he’s slipping out your grip and running out the bar like his life depended on it, all while your laugh echoes behind him.

[wickjump]

I’M SO GLAD THAT I’VE FOUND SOMEONE THAT ENJOYS CREPIC. THEREFORE YOU ARE GETTING A HC.

I’ve recently seen a trope somewhere that if partner A has noticeable scars, partner B will kiss them as a small romantic or comforting gesture. Ever since I’ve seen this trope I have not stopped thinking about crepic. IT FITS SO WELL???

Like, obviously Epic has the scar on his eye. His magic eye has caused him years of suffering and awful nightmares. It’s been nothing more to him than a burden. And the scar is just another reminder that he can never let go of everything that’s been done to him. But whatever, he’s gotten over it. But imagine Epic going over to Cross’ house for a sleepover, and late at night the two are just lying in Cross’ bed talking about something stupid, when their conversation suddenly turns more personal. This slowly leads to Epic opening up about how much of a struggle it is to live with his eye. Of course, he doesn’t go too much into detail, since he was never really one to speak about his personal life.

And Cross can’t help but feel so guilty for his poor best friend after listening to him talk about how much pain he had to endure for so long. Epic keeps insisting that he’s fine and that it’s not a big deal, but Cross wants to give the person he cares about so much the desperate comfort he needs. One way leads to another and Cross ends up leaning over and kissing the scar on Epic’s eye while gently cupping his face or something. (bonus points if Cross also kisses the scars on Epic’s hands). AND EPIC WOULD PROB BE HOLDING BACK TEARS THE ENITRE TIME BUT WOUDL EVENTUALLY CRAKC CUZ SOMEONE ACTUALLY FINDS BEAUTY IN HIS INSECURITIES AND UHHUHGH.

I’m so ashamed that this became a huge rant when it didn’t need to be 🙏🙏 (But seriously I’m so starved of crepic that it’s becoming torturous. I need to be fed more fanfics bc there’s only 30 on ao3. Nsfw or not I need to be fed.)

WEEPING CRYING YES!!!!!!!!!! epic is so ignored in crepic fics mostly because people don’t bother to read his au’s comic (it’s… a long one… so i get it lmfao), and i might be one of those people though not because a lack of adoration for his canon but because cross is my favorite idiot and epic is hard to write. BUT!!!!!! I LIKE THIS A LOT.

scar kissing can go one of two ways, very very good, or very very bad. personally if anyone tried to kiss my scars they’d get clocked, but it depends for the character (and person). some people think it’s cringe worthy, other people think it’s sweet. EYE SCARS HOWEVER? OH HO HO. THOSE NEED TO BE KISSED RIGJT FUCKIJG NOW… ABSOLUTELY YES. epic’s whole eye ordeal like ruined his life and made him damn near suicidal. i haven’t read the side comics in a little while for epic but iirc when he’s killed he thinks something along the lines of ‘isnt this what ive been waiting for?’ or something? could be wrong idk i haven’t read it in a few months. but either way that eye, and that scar as a reminder, really fucked him up. and epic’s the kind of guy to gloss over that entirely. but cross is an overthinker at his core so when he catches wind of this it’s going to be on his mind forever probably.

i love. i love the idea that cross just holds epic’s face and kisses his scars. holy shit i love that so much. dear god. he absolutely should get to do that. cross cares sososo much about epic but epic never tells him anything!!! so when cross gets a whiff of his internal turmoil he is gonna DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!! and epic is gonna FEEL EMOTIONS!!!!!!

I LOVE characters cupping someone’s face while kissing them while paying mind to their traumas and letting them know that you treasure them and and and combusts into a superbillion molecules

goddd this idea. /pos. AND YOURE SO REAL ABOUT THE FIC THING THEY SHOULD HAVE MORE FICS LIKE??? WHAT???!!!!! there’s barely any fics out there for them compared to so many other ships. every night i pray that i wake up and someone dropped a 200k+ word slow burn crepic ‘forbidden’ (because cross’ job and epic’s residence) romance best friends to lovers au fic. but those prayers always go unanswered. ive scoured the entire site for them, ive started going to WATTPAD, DAMNIT!!!!!!!!! bleh. i don’t even care about ratings or tags anymore as long as it’s consensual and legal im fine please give me more content with them 🙏

[the1975attheirverybest]

Education

Lesson #7: Communication is KEY.

A/N: well; you asked for it. It’s here.

Warnings: smut. Also not entirely proof read cuz I wanted to post it today for y’all so…

———

“Amelia?” Matty called out to her from behind the door, resting his forehead against it. “Can I please come in?” He cooed.

He knocked this time, in case she hadn’t heard him, “Amelia, darlin, please let me in.” He listened carefully for a shuffling of feet, any signs of movement at all, but none came. Soon, he began to pace back and forth to alleviate the raging of his heart. “Amelia, please. Open the door- please, I need to know that you’re alright.”

The silence was unbearable. As he paced by the bathroom door, Matty went over the events of the night in his mind, combing through every detail as he remembered it, trying to identify the moment that things went wrong.

He’d spent the entire way to the party wondering if she was going to be there. She’d designed the art work for the album that they were about to celebrate, so he’d hoped that Jamie would’ve had the sense to invite her. It’d gotten difficult to get a hold of her after their last phone call. Which, embarrassingly, he’d been too drunk to remember the details of. He has a vague recollection of talking to her, touching himself, alone, in his hotel bed, listening to her moan on the other end of the phone and wishing that she were eighth there with him. But he doesn’t remember much else. The texts were sparse and far between after that night. She wouldn’t pick up whenever he tried to FaceTime her. He’d written it off as time zone issues. It wouldn’t be the first time that his friendships or relationships were affected by his itinerant lifestyle. As he’d learned the hard way, over the years, nothing beats being in the same room with people. No matter how good distant connection is.

He’d spotted her soon after arriving at the event; seen her standing with a group of people that she doesn’t really like. He knew she was too polite to excuse herself from the conversation, so he figured if he inserted himself into the group, he could help pull her away.

If he was being honest with himself, his escape to LA was anything but effective, he’d thought about her every night while he was there. Even when he met up with his hookup. He was ashamed that he’d close his eyes and think of Amelia every time that another woman touched him. Try to remember what she sounded like. How good she felt wrapped around him the last time that he’d fucked her. How good he felt being with her. It took everything in him not to call out her name in another woman’s bed.

So, of course he’d been eager to finally see her again. But was that so wrong? Is that what hurt her? Was he pushy when he asked her to go into the bathroom with him? Did she not want to? She did hesitate, briefly, but he thought it was just because it was an entirely new thing that she’d never done before. And that was the whole point of their arrangement. He was meant to make her feel safe to try things out and figure out what she liked. Gain confidence to do things with other people. How’d they get from that to here?

Matty slid against the bathroom door crumbling yo the floor. “I just want you to know I’m right here, okay? I’m gonna stay right here. I just- I don’t know how to- I don’t know what to do right now, but I’m still here. I haven’t left you. I’m not going to.”

He ran his hands through his hair, attempting to breathe, deeply, and collect himself. Patience has never been a virtue that he possessed, though. “Oh, fuck this.” He mumbled before standing back up and banging on the door. “Amelia, please! Open this fuckin door! At least make a sound so I know that you’re okay in there. I can’t be out here thinking that- that you’ve hit your head against something and need- need- fuck! open this fuckin door!” He banged on the door repeatedly, more aggressive this time, as his patience wore thin.

His hands hurt from knocking against the door and his chest felt tight with worry. He won’t take this anymore. “Right, that’s it, then. I’m getting something to unlock this door with.”

With a 4 minutes YouTube tutorial, a butter knife, and one of his credit cards, he finally managed to open the door without breaking it.

“Oh, Amelia…” his heart sunk when he saw her, sobbing on the bathroom floor, her whole, naked body shaking. The sight paralyzed him for what felt like an eternity. His worst fear had come true. In trying to protect her from the hurt of the potential ill-intentions and miscommunications of complete strangers, by offering to be the person that she could experiment on, or with, he’d somehow wound up hurting her himself. The worst part is that he had no idea what he’d done wrong.

This moment wasn’t about his self-pity and indulgent guilt, he’d feel his feelings later on. Right now, he needed to be there for her. He ran into the room to grab the first thing he could find — his own shirt— and brought it back to wrap her up in, carrying her in his arms. His heart pounded against his chest, terrified that he’d make a wrong move and fuck this up, even more, so he narrated every single step he took, waiting a moment to give her the chance to object.

“Gonna just put this on you, so you don’t catch a cold…alright?” She said nothing. “I- umm- wanna get off the floor?” Again, nothing. “Well- I’m going to pick you up now, okay? If you want me to stop, just- say…say something.” “Bringing you to bed now, unless- well, unless you want to be sat somewhere else.”

She made no effort to protest or to stop him, so he took that as permission and proceeded, slowly, gently, as lightly as he could. His delicate touch and strong arms were a far cry from what was going through his mind. Matty held her in his arms as she wept into his bare chest. With every breath she took, every sniffle, and every tear drop that fell from her face onto his skin, his heart broke over and over again until he thought it couldn’t possible hurt any worse- and then it did.

When he felt her finally go still, her trembling breath calm and even, he looked down, and saw that she was asleep. Should he be relieved that, at least, she wasn’t crying anymore? Or should he focus on thr fact that, whatever he’d done had caused her to cry her eyes out, literally, to the point where she could no longer keep them open? He didn’t have it in him to move her or disrupt the first moment of peace that she’d had all night. So as his body went numb underneath her weight, he replayed their night in his mind, yet again, silent tears running down his face.

***

It was 3 am when Matty awoke from a dreamless sleep. Amelia was now fully wearing his shirt, all buttoned up, and clinging to his body, her legs intertwined in his, her cheek against his stomach, as she slept. The lights were turned out all the way, so she must’ve woken up at some point and walked around the hotel suite. When he stretched out his arm to feel around for his phone, he felt a water bottle on the nightstand. At least she’d had some water. That’s a good sign. Or was he desperate for anything to convince him that she was alright? Did he not deserve to feel relieved yet? Would he ever? He felt weak looking down at her. He wanted to kiss her forehead, to take her pain away, but he had this unshakable feeling that he’d break her, hurt her, cause her harm, if he ever touched her again.

In the morning, his body felt cold without Amelia pressed up against him. He had one text on his phone. It hurt his eyes to read it before they’d blink away the sleep. Mia ❤️: had to leave for a work thing. I’m okay. Thank you.

This was the worst news that he could’ve woken up to. He slammed his head harshly against the pillow, a loud cry tore through his chest.

***

“Matty?” Adam stood in the doorway, smiling, as he watched Matty sprawled out on the floor, arranging his son’s toys in some sort of circle, mumbling to the kid as if they were engaged in a serious conversation. “It’s been a while, what’re you two up to?” Adam walked over to them.”

“We’re creating toy rankings” Matty said matter-of-factly. “You know, like the Premier League tables?”

Adam giggled, Shaking his head. “Okay; I know the baby can’t be THAT entertaining and I’m his dad. So, who or what are you hiding out here from? And why couldn’t you do it at your own house?”

Matty glanced at Adam briefly before returning his attention to the army of toys. “Not hiding.”

“It’s Amelia, isn’t it?” Adam sighed loudly, joining Matty on the floor and instantly taking his son into his lap. “What’ve you done this time?”

Matty ceased his fiddling, cocking his head in shame. “I- erm…I- maybe didn’t pay attention when I should have.” Saying it out loud began to help piece together the situation in his head. “She- was trying to let me know that- that she wasn’t alright. I completely missed it.”

“Don’t sound much like you.” Despite Adam’s concern, he put on a cheerful demeanor to keep his boy happy. The contrast between his face and his words gave the conversation an eerie feel. Marty found it mildly distressing, if fatherly and admirable.

“I know. I fucked things up. Badly.”

“Well, have you apologized to her?”

“I- I want to. I just….can’t look her in the eye. And…..well, if that’s how I feel - Can’t imagine how she must feel.”

Adam said nothing for a long moment. When he spoke again, Matty hadn’t expected him to still be on that train of thought. “Let me ask you this: do you and Amelia ever just….hang out?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like, not for sex. Just- for the sake of hanging out.”

Matty rolled his eyes, insulted by the implications of the question. “Of course we do. All the fuckin time. We went to see a film not too long ago, and, she came to see the set when we were working on the designs for tour. She stayed at mine one night cuz she was too drunk to go home…..” Matty paused, catching his breath, “do you need the dates and times as well? The fuck is ‘do you hang out?’ What kind of question is that!”

“Matty,” Adam looked him straight in the eyes, noting that, by his defensiveness, Adam must’ve hit upon a sore subject. “this all happened before the two of you started….well, fucking. Have you spent any time together as friends since then?”

Matty’s lips instantly parted, he was about to respond with “of course we have! What a ridiculous thing to ask!!” But, as he thought about it, he realized that Adam was right. He and Amelia were no longer really friends. His expression shifted from offended to embarrassed.

“It’s not like you’re incapable of maintaining the friendship.” Adam consoled him. “You’ve slept with friends of yours and kept them as friends before. So, why won’t you do it with Amelia?”

“I-I don’t know. It’s not on purpose. The time has just not been right recently. It’s just the way things have been going. I’ve just been busy. You know this. Band stuff.”

“So you have time to fuck her, but you don’t have time to hang out with her?”

Matty winced unable to bare hearing that about himself. “Well, not when you put it like that….She came to me and asked for this! We made an agreement- it’s not like that! You’re making me sound like a fuckin creep.”

“Go.” Adam nodded towards the door. “Go on, go apologize to her. I gotta get this little man ready for bedtime, anyway. Uncle Matty’s gotta go.”

***

Amelia was stunned when she answered the door, “Matty, what are you-“

“May I come in?” He spoke too quickly, nerves taking over him.

It was late. Plus, Matty never came over unannounced. So, with some confusion and concern, she let him in.

“What’s all this?” She pointed to the bags in his hands.

“We’ll get to that in a minute.” He waved her question away, his eyes scanning the apartment that he’s been to countless times before, with new found novelty. Anything to avoid eye contact. “Wanted to- erm…” he stuttered, still looking around. “how- how’re you feeling? You know, af-after the other night?” Matty stumbled over his words. He’d imagined this conversation going differently in his head. He’d even practiced his words on the way over here. But now that he was standing in front of her, certainty and practiced delicacy had left him. He was terrified. “You left before we could talk…”

Amelia led the way to the kitchen, with Matty trailing sheepishly behind her. She helped him set down the bags l in the kitchen while she considered his question. The answer was too complicated. She shrugged. “I’m okay….I think? I don’t know. I don’t know how I’m feeling. One minute I’m fine, and the next….” She was surprised to feel herself get so emotional so quickly.

All Matty could think was. you did this. You hurt her. You’re the reason she feels this way. He wanted to pick up one of her kitchen knives off the counter and pierce it through his own heart.

“Let- let’s sit down somewhere? Is that alright?”

Amelia’s brows furrowed. It wasn’t like him to be so uncertain. “Sure.”

In the living room, the sat on opposite ends of the same couch, Matty nervously fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket. “So- I think….I think I know how you’re feeling and why it happened. Would you like to hear it?” He looked up at her, briefly.

She smiled nervously. “Sure- I mean, any ideas would be better than no ideas.”

“I think, well, I think we pushed you too far in the bathroom. I was a bit more aggressive than normal.” Matty’s voice got caught in his throat, so he paused, collecting himself. He was determined not to make this about himself and his feelings. He mustn’t speak unless he’s sure that he can control his tone.

“Y-yeah. I mean, I guess? The- umm, hair pulling, and the whole bending over thing…you being demanding. We’d never done any of that before.”

Matty nodded, “go-go on. It’s good. It’s good to hear you say these things.”

“Not sure what else to say.” She shrugged. “I mean, I liked it. All of it. It was just…a shock. Like, too many new things at the same time, you know?”

“Mhm…keep- keep going.” Matty was positively trembling.

“Ummm….I don’t know. That’s it I guess? It was just overwhelming for a moment. But for some reason it made things better. Like- when you told me to fade away from you and bend over? At first- I panicked-“

“Can I ask why?” His eyes shot up, meeting hers.

“Oh, gosh. This is embarrassing.” She mumbled under her breath. “Cuz- cuz I couldn’t see you. I like seeing your face. I like being able to tell that you were happy with me. That I was doing what you wanted me to do.” Her face turning read, she smiled. “But- the panic, it made the orgasm even better. I didn’t hate it, necessarily….it was just…a lot.”

Matty was tongue tied, his thoughts spiraling. He couldn’t find a beginning or an end to anchor himself to.

“Matty? Are you with me?” Amelia attempted to meet his gaze. “Honestly, I mean it! It didn’t hurt or feel unpleasant. I just-“

“Yeah, well, we’ve talked about this happening in theory.” Matty finally regained his footing. “Remember when I told you to read some shit about ‘subspace’ ? I think…..the excitement, the pain, the pleasure, the anxiety- perfect storm. A cocktail of Adrenalin and endorphins to push you over the edge.”

“Oh.”

“Would explain the sudden inability to speak…the overly emotional state, the….eagerness to do more.” Matty listed all the indications that he recalled her showing.

“Can I ask….Is that- umm….would it also happen to be why everything felt so…strong? Like lights and noises and stuff?”

Matty’s heart ached in his chest. He was sure that kitchen knife stab would be easier to take than this. “Fuck me…..yes, yes it would explain that as well.” He closed his eyes, willing the tears to stay where they are. “Anyway, so, I think, all of that, then throwing that new restrained position on you…demanding that you get me off…it may have been a mistake.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Not ‘may.’ It was a mistake. Definitely. It was my mistake. And I’m- I’m sorry.”

Amelia didn’t know how to feel about this new revelation. She was glad to have an explanation for how her body and her mind had felt, not to feel so helpless over her emotions, but she had no idea what to make of any of it.

“It gets worse.” Matty confessed. “Once you’d safe-worded, i- I should’ve done more. Been better. Taken better care of you.”

“Oh. No…matty you did good. I felt okay. I mean, not really, I was feeling entirely disconnected from my body, but-“

“Yeah that’d be the subspace psychology…”

“Like afterwards. I felt okay waking up the next morning. Just….confused and embarrassed.”

Matty laughed. “So…not okay.”

She smiled at him, “it’s really not that bad, looking back on it now…”

“I was scared. I owed you better. But I was scared that I’d hurt you. I suppose I- didn’t want to admit to myself that I’d missed all the signs. Let it get to a point where you had to tap out. And we hadn’t umm….we hadn’t made a real plan for what happens if you do tap out. I mean, we have our aftercare routine for afterwards….but, I should’ve anticipated that we’d both be in a completely different headspace if we stopped suddenly.” He shrugged. “I got lazy on you.”

“Matty-“

“I did! It’s true. I got complacent. Comfortable. Things were going so well that I didn’t think anything bad could ever happen between us. So- so I was less prepared!!! Even though im always on you about always being prepared. And speaking up. Fuck- what a hypocrite.”

“Matty, don’t say that!”

“I’ve failed you. And I’m so, so, sorry, Amelia.” Matty finally burst into tears. But it didn’t feel enough. He wanted to get on his knees and beg, bow down to her and tell her how much she didn’t deserve his negligence. How much he wishes it were the other way around.

Allowing himself a moment of release, Matty quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and jumped to his feet. “Anyway, erm….the bags in the kitchen. I- I brought some things that we could- I mean, if you’d allow me- and I completely understand if you’d rather not- to make it up to you….take care of you the way that I should have that night. I’ve bought some things. So we could see what you might like to have on hand for emergencies like that. That is….uhhh- if, of course, you’d ever let me touch you again.”

Amelia smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that very much.”

***

“Okay, and then…once you’re calm, well, I guess I’d wanna check for injuries or something.” Matty was running down a new checklist he’d created to ensure that not a single detail is ever lost on him again. “But, since, I’m days later now, and we didn’t use anything that could hurt you….I’ve drawn you a bath, so, if you’d go in there, and- You enjoy that while I get you some food and water.”

“You’d leave me?” Amelia’s voice sounded needier than she’d intended. “By myself?”

Matty was stumped. It was a good thing they were running this rehearsal. “I- erm…had assumed that you’d want some space.”

She shook her head passionately. “No, no! Not at all. All I wanted, that whole night, was you.”

Matty stood there, blinking rapidly, staring at her face. “Okay, then. I’ll sit by the bathtub? Keep you company…”

She stepped forward, hesitantly, decreasing the space between them. “Please get into the bath? With me?” Matty could tell, by the blushing in her face, that this wasn’t easy for her either. “Want you to hold me, please?”

Matty nodded, silently, and began to undress.

***

“Here, you can uhhh…you can have this to wear.”

Amelia looked down at his extended arm and the t shirt that he was offering, chuckling heartily. It was that old ragged brown t shirt that was not so oversized when he’d first bought it. “You love that horrific thing. It’s like your favorite, for some reason.”

“Yes, and you hate it, but it is my favorite, so….now, it’s yours. You know, to wear on days like that. For- I don’t know. Comfort? Not to be so presumptuous as-“

“Shut up and hand it over before I set it on fire or something.”

***

In bed, Matty wrapped his strong, thick arms around her, squeezing her tight, breathing in her hair. She held onto his bicep, her hand tiny in comparison, stroking his arm, up and down, running her fingers over his tattoos. This, she thought to herself, must be the safest place on earth.

With considerable effort, Amelia wiggled within Matty’s tight grip, turning around so she was face to face with him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling herself closer to kiss him. For the first time ever, Matty was stiff to her touch, his lips passive. It wasn’t long before he pulled away, slightly.

“Amelia- what….we shouldn’t.” He whispered despite them being completely alone.

“Matty, please?”

“I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You’re not going to.”

“It’d be wrong. To- to take advantage. You’re vulnerable right now, and-“

“So are you.” She placed a kiss to his cheek, smiling faintly as she watched his face grow red.

“It’s my job to protect you- we agreed, I’d be a safe trial. I-“

“Please, I need you. I didn’t get to make you feel good last time. Please? Don’t want you to get into the habit of treating me like glass, I’d hate that.”

When he said nothing in return, she kissed him again, and this time, he kissed her back, his arms easing their grip on her, hands lowering to grab her bum. She moaned softly, smiling against his lips.

Matty hovered over her, now naked, body dipping his head to leave gentle kisses all over her.

“Stunning, you are.” He kissed the space between her breasts; her eyes fluttered shut. “Perfect.” He kissed her a little lower this time. “Gorgeous.” He was halfway to her belly button. Her hands naturally moved to hold his curls between them, her breathing quick and shallow, more desperate the closer that he got to her core.

“So good for me,” he mumbled against her skin, his breath raising goosebumps all over her, which did not go unnoticed by Matty.

He grinned, reveling in his power over her body. “Gonna make you feel so good, darlin,’ I promise.”

“Oh, Matty…” she whined, “please do.” Her neck strained against the pillow; her entire body jolting when she felt Matty’s mouth, suddenly, at her clit. “Fuckkk! Yeah….”

Matty growled, smiling to himself. He forbade his other senses from feeling anything but her. His eyes shut, his ears focused only on her melodious sounds. A zealous worshipper, every breath he drew was all her, taking breaks only to kiss and nib the insides of her thighs, his armpinning her down, firmly, as she writhed and shook. Not even her reflexive pulls at his hair could deter him. He was determined to give all of himself to her.

“Sorry, erm…” he smiled, shyly. “Condom.”

She felt his sudden absence sorely, whining out and calling for him to hurry back.

“I know, I know. Sorry, love.”

She heard him wince and shuffle onto the bed and knew that he was back.

“You ready for me?”

“Mhm, please, please, I need you.”

Matty had to restrain himself from instantly pulling her into his arms to ravage his insatiable lust for her, reminding himself that he wanted this to be gentle, soft, precise, slow.

She felt the slow pressure and opened her eyes to watch him throw his head back in pleasure, a long and drawn out moan leaving his lips.

“Fuuuuckkk mee- Amelia. So, fffuckin good. So tight.”

Matty’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he began to thrust into her, soon finding his rhythm. Once he’d given himself a moment to adjust, his finger was back on her clit, gently stroking it the way he knows she needed.

“Ohhh my god, Matty…” she whimpered.

“I know, my love. I’ve got you.” He leaned forward, taking her hands in his and intertwining their fingers together. He laid on top of her, his chest pressed into hers with the full weight of his body.

“You feel s-so good.” He cried out, the overwhelming pleasure bringing tears to her eyes.

Matty kissing and sucking at the skin underneath her ear put her over the edge. She gasped, incoherently repeating “I- I’m gonna- cum…but it’s - it’s too much.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve got you, darlin. Let go, it’s gonna feel g- oh my god- good.”

He felt both her hands squeeze his tightly and knew that she wouldn’t hold on much longer.

With a loud cry of his name, she gasped sweetly into his ear, and he felt her clench and gush around him, trembling as she came undone.

Matty himself couldn’t hold on for much either, her squeezing him tightly through her orgasm, sent his own waves of pleasure on the heels of hers, his head falling to her shoulder, he moaned softly, his eyelashes tickling her skin.

Matty thought he’d heard her whisper “I love you” into his ear as the rush of excitement flooded his mind.

***

Neither of them had the heart to be the one to pull away first, so they remained in that intermingled state, basking in the afterglow of that release, nothing but the hot air, and their rapid breathing mellowing out, in the room around them.

Amelia swallowed harshly, her mouth feeling dry even as her body glistened with hers and Matty’s sweat.

“I love you.” She said more clearly this time.

He couldn’t have mistaken her words this time. And if he had any doubt at all, the feeling of her heart beating furiously against his, after it had just calmed down, was unmistakable.

Matty remained perfectly still, his mind blank. It was it racing so quickly that it was impossible to hold onto any thought? He couldn’t tell the difference.

“Matty? I love you.” Amelia spoke again, helpless to stop herself. Now that it was spilling out of her, it was as if the floodgates had opened. She loves him. She loves him. She loves him….

[catatonic-bug]

There's one Spectra and Gus episode I need to talk about.

So we’re all familiar with how Gus and Spectra’s dynamic remained almost unchanged throughout NV – Spectra’s blinded by his pursuit for power so much so that there is a visible neglect in how his relationships with other characters develop; so is the case for his relationship with Gus. BUT there have been a few hints and moments between them that hold potential for growth and scratch the surface of something more than only a master and loyal right-hand dynamic – their time on Earth, the jacket scene, Spectra apologizing for the first and only time in this entire season and he does it to Gus – but now I’m going to mention an episode that is the perfect example for the small changes that Gus and Spectra go through individually and as a pair. 

I’m talking about ep. 33 of NV.

It’s a good opportunity to point out how the eng ver of the title - Brontes’ betrayal – completely misses the point of the episode. Because episode 33 as the jp title says, is actually centered around feelings – specifically the feeling of love and the many forms that it can take.

There’s the example of family love shown in the scene of Baron and his younger siblings.

Then, through Klaus’ words, the bond between the brawlers is another form of love and it’s the source of their strength, something that at the moment Spectra can’t comprehend.

And the 3rd form of love would be the bond that Bakugan and their partner share – it’s an example of strong devotion and trust and it’s shown through Volt’s remorse and attempt at reaching Brontes’ heart.

Through this episode Spectra and Gus go through their own separate missions in which they are both faced with examples of these strong feelings.

From Spectra’s pov, his plan of catching the brawlers by surprise fails, instead he meets Klaus, who talks about the importance of love and how Spectra lacks it. Spectra thinks he can prove everyone wrong and change history itself, for the time being he doesn’t have the patience to listen to a stranger’s babble about feelings.

First thing he does when he returns on the ship is look around and call out Gus. Why did they feel the need to include this small moment? Perhaps because after being betrayed by the Vexos, Gus is the only person Spectra can trust; without Gus, he is completely alone at this point of the season. So perhaps this scene is included to show how Gus has grown to be an important person in Spectra’s life. Perhaps. We shall never know.

On the other side, Gus witnesses Volt actively giving his all to make Brontes forgive him and come back to his side. Volt fights with everything he has and Gus finds it foolish and unnecessary. But at the end of the battle, Gus says this:

This is the moment Gus realizes the sacrifice Volt was ready to make for Brontes and it’s something he is always ready to do as well when it comes to Spectra (a great foreshadowing for what he does in episode 39). He recognizes these strong feelings but it’s not certain he knows how to name them.

To sum it all up, this episode brings out the emotional side of some characters and the importance of their bonds and connections. Spectra and Gus seem to have a lot to learn about these feelings and so through these experiences they reach their own conclusions. Spectra is yet to admit he needs friends, closure, he needs Gus more than he cares to admit and only after he loses him several episodes later, does he realize it. It would have been nice to get a glimpse of Spectra remembering his conversation with Klaus later on when he feels the absence of Gus or when he decides to join the brawlers. But alas! These are the crumbs we have to work with 😭

Thanks for reading my rant!! I tried to keep it as short as possible cuz I could write a whole dissertation about these 2 🫡

[foxy-eva]

Call Me

Summary: Spencer discovers new ways to feel close to you while working on a case

Request: Spencer is away on a case and it’s nothing too dire but it requires him to be away for a little while, and reader calls him because she’s craving and missing him and then some kind of phone sex cuz they’d both be kind of sexually frustrated 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation

Word count: 1.9k

Masterlist

Spencer has been away to work on a case for 23 days now. 

It wasn’t unusual for him to be away for several days in a row but it has never been this long. It seemed ridiculous to you how it could be possible to miss someone this much but anytime you lay down in your empty bed, your heart threatened to jump out of your chest and fly all the way to him to find its counterpart. 

Even though his scent had long left your sheets, you still rolled over to his side of the bed in an attempt to feel his presence somehow. You were craving his nearness more than anything, certain you’d lose your mind if he didn’t call you soon. 

When your phone finally buzzed, you didn’t waste any time to read Spencer’s text. 

I just got back to the hotel. Are you still awake?

He should have been smarter than to think you’d be able to fall asleep without having talked to him all day. You were quick to dial his number and he  picked up the phone before it even got a chance to ring. 

“Hi, my love,” his sweet voice echoed from your phone directly into your heart. “You should be in bed by now. It’s late.” 

“I am in bed,” you told him. “I was waiting for your call.” 

“Sorry it took me so long. This case is just so… complicated,” he sighed. 

“Are you getting any closer to solving it?”

He let out another audible breath, “I’m not sure.” 

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear and he was aware of that. Before you got a chance to react to what he said, he continued, “I really wish I could be with you. You have no idea how much I miss you.” 

“I miss you, too, Spencer.” 

You heard the creaking of his mattress through your phone, assuming that Spencer just lay down on his hotel bed. 

“It’s so hard to fall asleep without you. I keep fantasizing about holding you in my arms, having you close to me,” he confessed. 

You raised one eyebrow at his words, curious if all his fantasies about you were this innocent. 

“Is that all you’re imagining? Just cuddling with me?” You teased, a playful undertone clearly audible in your voice. 

He was hesitant to answer you, carefully thinking about his words before settling with, “I also think about kissing you.” 

“I think about that, too,” you let him know, well aware that it would have to be you to take this conversation further. “But it usually doesn’t stop there.” 

Spencer’s breath staggered for a moment before he voiced a timid, “Oh?”

“Yeah… I imagine how your fingertips brush over my naked skin, how your body feels pressed against mine,” you paused for a moment to listen to the sound of Spencer’s breathing. “I think about how hard you get when I kiss your neck.”

“Tell me more,” he almost pleaded. “Please.” 

“I think about all the times you fucked me until I forgot my own name. The way our bodies move against one another until it feels like we’re melting into each other. I fantasize about you whispering in my ear how good I make you feel and that you want to come inside me.” 

Instead of responding, Spencer just breathed out your name. You wondered if what you told him would excite him just as much as you. In a matter of seconds your skin felt like it was on fire, heat spreading through your body at the thought of being close to your boyfriend. He had this ability to ignite a flame inside you only he knew how to control. 

You continued, “Thinking about that always makes me so wet. And I touch myself to the thought of you almost every night. But it’s not the same, Spencer, it just doesn’t compare to the feeling of having you inside me.” 

“I’m sorry I’m not there to take care of you, love. I promise I will make it up to you when I get home.”  

You had no doubt that he would keep his promise but that didn’t change the fact that you longed to feel him close to you right then. 

“I need you now, Spencer,” you cooed. 

“How?” He wondered although you were sure that he must have already known where this conversation would go. 

You shifted on the mattress to lie on your back, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt when you wondered, “Do you think about me like that as well?”

“Yes… I do,” he confirmed. 

“Can you tell me about it? Tell me what we do in your fantasies. I would really like to know.” 

You could almost hear him smiling when he said, “I can do that but I have one condition.”

You weren’t sure what he was insinuating but you would be willing to do whatever it took to be able to listen to him. “Anything.”

“You have to touch yourself while I talk to you.”

“That’s the plan,” you snickered as you put your phone on speaker and placed it beside you on the pillow. 

His voice sounded deeper than usual when he started speaking, “I like to think about you lying in bed without any clothes on and smirking at me like you always do when you need me. So I start undressing slowly, taking my time to see how patient you are while I reveal myself to you.”

The sudden confidence in his voice surprised and aroused you at the same time. 

“I love seeing you naked. You’re so pretty,” you commented, making him chuckle. 

As if he was giving you instructions, you took off your shirt and shorts while you listened to his voice. You heard some shuffling on the other side of the line, assuming that he was undressing as well. 

“I place my lips on yours and you start kissing me with an urgency I hadn’t expected,” he continued. “It’s clear that you need me to make you feel good. So I kiss down your neck while my hand finds your breasts.” 

Closing your eyes, you let your own hands brush up and down your stomach before touching your chest, caressing yourself while your mind wandered to the fantasy Spencer created. 

“I take my time playing with your nipples and notice how needy you get to feel more of me, so I put my thigh between your legs to give you something to rock against.” 

“Mmh I love when you do that,” you breathed while pressing your thighs together, wishing that you had something else to find some friction.

“I know you do,” he cooed. “You start grinding against me and I can feel how wet you are. I let my hand wander down your body and you instantly open your legs for me, inviting me to feel where you’re burning for my touch.” 

The choice of his words made you smile to yourself. It was to be expected that he would avoid using too much crude language. As you listened to him, you let your hand glide over your body until it met your silken folds. 

Before he continued, Spencer wanted to know, “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes,” you breathed. 

“Are you wet?”

You let your fingertips drag through your crevice, spreading your arousal before you started circling your most sensitive spot, a loud moan falling from your lips. It seemed to be all the answer Spencer needed. 

“Good,” he chuckled. “I love to feel how wet you are. I take my time exploring you with my fingers, waiting for you to get desperate enough to beg me to touch you properly.”

“Please…,” you breathe, already lost in the fantasy. 

“I know exactly what you need so I let two of my fingers glide into you, working my hand against you just the way I know you like.”

You do what he just described but it doesn’t even come close to the feeling of his hand. Still, you were eager to play along to hopefully find some relief. 

“I want to… touch you, too,” you muttered. 

Spencer let out a sigh that almost sounded like a moan, “I would love that.”

You tried your best to get your words out while continuing to touch yourself. “Your cock is pressed against my thigh and I can feel how… how hard you are. I take you in my hand and start stroking you. I love how soft your skin feels when I let my thumb glide over your tip,” you waited a moment before asking, “Do you like that?”

You noticed how his breathing got heavier and it took him a second to answer, “Yes.” 

It was all the confirmation you needed that he was just as aroused as you were. 

“I… I need you inside me, Spencer,” you mumbled. 

He cleared his throat before he spoke, a slight tremble in his voice, “I grab your hips and guide you into my lap and you don’t waste any time before you start… fucking me.” 

You turned on your stomach and started grinding against your hand, imagining it was him instead. Spencer began moaning on the other side of the line, the sounds of his pleasure wandering through your body like electricity. Instead of what he was describing, you now imagined watching him pleasuring himself, his chest heaving as he worked his hand against his hardness, desperately wishing it was you instead. 

“You feel so good,” he groaned into the phone. 

His words brought you closer to the edge, ready to let yourself fall apart. 

“I need you, Spencer,” you whined, unable to find relief just yet. 

“I’m right here,” he purred. “Let go, my love.” 

After a few more moments of heavily breathing into the phone you finally entered the state of pure bliss, any tension leaving your body as your climax washed over you. It took a while for you to open your eyes again and remember that you were still in your own bedroom with your phone placed on the pillow. 

After a few seconds of silence, you heard Spencer’s voice again, “Are you still there?”

“Yes, I am. It just took me a moment to find my breath,” you giggled. “Did you… uhm… finish too?”

“Yes, I did,” he chuckled. “How are you feeling now?” 

You thought about it before answering, “Relaxed and tired. I still miss you though.”

“I miss you, too. So much.” He paused for a moment and you heard him moving on his bed. “I just started a new book. Do you want me to read to you until you fall asleep?” 

It was a little night time routine the two of you followed when Spencer was at home. There was nothing more relaxing for you than to listen to his voice as he read from whatever book he was currently invested in, so it was only natural for you to answer, “I would love that.” 

You made yourself comfortable in your bed, pulling the blanket over your body while Spencer read to you. As you closed your eyes, you imagined him sitting beside you on the mattress, a fantasy so vivid that you could have sworn you were able to smell his scent. You couldn’t really make out the words he said as you drifted off to sleep but that didn’t matter. Being able to hear his sweet voice was all you needed right then. 

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[ladyloveandjustice]

Otherside Picnic Volume 8 Review that Devolves into a Bunch of Quotes and Gushing

I’ve been wanting to do a review of Otherside Picnic Vol 8 because I loved it so much, but haven’t been in the right mindspace to properly convey my enthusiasm. But I’m about to get busy so it’s now or never. Here are my thoughts that are inevitably going to devolve into a bunch of quotes and gushing. Let's just go through it all!

-I loved this so much, first off. It literally inspired me to have an honest discussion with my partner about my own intimacy and relationship quirks and what we want from each other. It made me feel a little better about myself and my own weirdness, that’s how much it affected me. It really got across the relief of just communicating in a relationship, of having frank conversations with your partner, and accepting your differences from the mainstream as okay.

-The conversation about romance, love, and sex being different actually made me tear up, which is how I knew this book would murder me from the beginning. It’s just so nice to see one of my favorite yuri and favorite romantic stories ever acknowledge asexuality and the full spectrum of experiences in such an understanding and thoughtful way.

-I love that this book really recontextualizes the oblivious-to-love protagonist, slow-burn and often stalled development that aren’t uncommon in animanga adjacent media romances and made it into something incredibly interesting. This was already hinted at in previous volumes, but Sorawo’s disconnect with her own feelings and slowness in responding to Toriko wasn’t just to tease the audience, but because her view of romance and her understanding of her own feelings conflicted with societal ideas of romance and it left her lost and confused. It makes everything that came before it so much more meaningful. This is also extremely relatable, and I love that Sorawo was frustrated with the idea of her relationship fitting into a socially acceptable box, when she felt what she had with Toriko was a lot more complicated and far reaching and didn’t want to define it so neatly.

-Honestly reading about Sorawo not being all that into kissing and basically being like "I don't hate it but it doesn't do anything for me" made me feel a little bit less alone and little more confident in talking about this aspect of my experience. ME TOO. GIRL.

-Every single yuri should have a line like “sounds to me like you’re a raging lesbian” from now on. How can anything ever live up to this.

-Toriko looking into sexual abuse gave me a heart attack because at first I thought she was trying to understand what happened with her and Satsuki. But she was researching Sorawo, because the stuff with the Red Person made her realize Sorawo has trauma and I felt so vindicated about my article. Then we have the hilarity of Sorawo, who literally has a “cult mode” when she’s made to relive where she had to deal with abuses from cults, where she becomes like a different person and talks to herself like she’s a separate person and is disconnected from her normal self…claiming she doesn’t have lingering cult trauma and doesn’t dissociate.

And then Toriko going “uhhhh what about the Red Person?”

“Huh oh that didn’t count. Cuz your love saved me.”

THE most un-self aware person, I love her.

(And EVERYONE knows it, especially Toriko, loved this exchange:

“Don’t try to force something I’m not aware of onto me.”

“Sorawo, there aren’t many things about you that you actually display self-awareness of.”

“Wow, insulting much?!” )

-The fact Toriko noticed how thirsty Sorawo was for her the second they met is so funny and makes that scene 100 times better in hindsight.

“It took me by surprise. Here I am, holding you in my arms, and you go and stare at my face, then your eyes start working their way down. I was like, ‘Girl sure has a lot of energy for someone who almost drowned.’”

“So, what? When you were talking about me ogling you before, you meant—”

“Yeah, right from the get-go. From the moment you saw me for the first time.”

Sorawo didn’t realize she was doing it…the entire exchange is hilarious. SO much of this book was hilarious honestly, here are some other choice quotes:

Who would’ve known there could be such a touching scene right next to a shelf stuffed full of erotic manga with titles so incredible that I couldn’t possibly name them...?

And this, the best love confession ever:

“I love you! I love you!”

“For real?”

“Apparently!”

-I really liked that Toriko was genuinely worried Sorawo might not have consented to the previous kisses and might be bothered by them. It built on the ongoing theme of Toriko struggling with emotional and physical boundaries, giving her such good character growth, and It shows a concern and care most stories gloss over.

…Which is kind of a stark contrast to the lack of concern she shows about that time she hit Sorawo in volume 6, despite Sorawo bringing it up as a problem. This has been an ongoing issue that’s bothered me, and it’s been mentioned often enough I hope Miyazawa is going to actually do something to address it. He DID address the questionable consent of the earlier kisses, going beyond my expectations, so I actually have my fingers crossed this is something we’re going to explore and confront. It’s really jarring compared to the rest of how well everything else has been handled, and is the only mark against the story, so I’m hoping this is intentional. The Toriko who worries Sorawo might have been sexually abused and goes above and beyond to try to be sensitive and understand her and the Toriko who is dismissive of the time she hit her (now) partner seem so in opposition to each other, and I there could be some interesting exploration and resolution of that.

(Miyazawa does mention something about having to treat serious issues casually because of Sorawo's detached, cynical POV and hoping readers will understand; and I think it's likely he was referring to that, which gives me more confidence).

-Sorawo understands Toriko’s moms are lesbians now I’m so proud of her.

-the fact that Toriko wanted to fuck in her dead parents bedroom …she has so many problems, I cherish her.

-I loved getting more Toriko backstory and her moms. Love Sorawo being like “wow I probably should have asked about this but…” YES YOU SHOULD HAVE, FOR MY SAKE. But Sorawo’s focus on living in the here and now, and being content with the Toriko in the here and now, is such an interesting aspect of her.

-EVERYthing about the final scene was so good. Like how can I even talk about it? Toriko fucking Sorawo with her weirdass interdimensionally-corrupted hand while getting jazzed by Sorawo's magic eye is just PEAK lesbian fantasy, no other series had delivered this exact weirdness that I want, thank you for being there for all of us bizarre sapphics.

“I...might make you go crazy.”

“That’s okay.”

Toriko’s hand drew closer. It meant something different now than it had before. If Toriko touched me now, I’d be the one to go insane. She snuggled up to me, so close our noses could touch, and with a voice full of heated passion, she whispered, “Let’s go crazy. Together.”

“Girl hit me with your evil eye, let’s get real fucked up” I love them, they’re such freaks and I am here for it. THE PASSION. THE METAPHOR. THE PURE CHUUNI WISH FUFILLMENT.

-Honestly I just highlighted the entire final scene because it hit me right in my weird gay little soul the way few other things have and I want to be able to whip these out the next time some loser says wlw media doesn’t have poetic declarations of love and passion so I’m just going to go through them.

Here’s one:

But that’s not what happened. Toriko looked beautiful, opening before me like a flower in bloom, and I was aware of every minute branch of the tree, down to their very tips…[]

Toriko became rude, polite, lewd, or embarrassed. I didn’t have the composure to focus or think as I watched, so Toriko changed from one thing to another as my gaze wandered. Laughing, getting angry, crying, fearing, moaning—feeling as if she were flowing from one state to the next, in constant flux, and yet in all of them simultaneously.

Sorawo accepting all sides of Toriko, all her complexity, how she’s everything all at once! And the fact they have such amazing sex they basically GO TO THE OTHERSIDE? Dimension transcending lesbian sex? Showstopping, incredible.

The way her hand moved, tracing the outline of my body—its true outline—was as gentle as could be, sensitive yet bold, overflowing with care, incredibly unreserved, and audacious. It felt like it was packed full of all the experiences of being touched by another person. In another way, different from mine, Toriko was unraveling the person that I was too. I was being decomposed, broken apart. The things that had been pressed into a human form were decompressed, and expanded outwards without limit.

This is how you do a sex scene. If your partner doesn’t unravel you and make you see all the shattered pieces of yourself, is it even worth it? I love the motif of falling apart but becoming more whole at the same time- isn’t that just every human experience all wrapped up into one?

I had been afraid to look at Toriko. Toriko had been afraid to touch me. Now, as we were looking at, or touching, our partner directly, tossed about on the waves of madness, we began to gradually find a way to take control of the situation.

The idea of how maybe you can’t help losing your minds when you look and feel all the other person is…but maybe if you lose your minds together it will be okay. Romance.

These two beasts with all these bodies converged through their desire for one another and were bound together. We were blending together at the interfaces where we connected. The different ‘us’s melted together, without ever becoming a perfect whole, but without fully separating either. Like a chimera made from two types of living being. Or two galaxies colliding.

“We became a chimera” is the absolute nerdiest way to describe making love and thus perfect for them (also lol the beast with two backs).

That’s too long, so how about shortening it to Soratori?” I burst out laughing as I remembered the time she’d tried to use the name Soratori Road for what we now called Route 1 in the other world. “

That’s like one of those ship names,” I told her.

“What’re those?”

“You’re a mangaka’s daughter and you don’t know that?!”

“Nope, not a clue. Is it something dirty?”

“Well, maybe?”

“Hmm.”

Okay, so Sorawo is clearly in some fandom and ships something. Place your bet on what it is. Probably she ships creepypasta monsters.

Do you know what the ‘nue’ is?”

“It’s a Japanese monster, right? Made up of a bunch of different animals mixed together.” “Yeah, that’s the one. As an extension of that, the word can also refer to something that doesn’t have a discernible form.”

[...]

While we were there, the two of us got all mixed up together, right? Intertwined, melting into one, like animals... Depending on how you look at it, you might say we were like a nue.”

“So, basically, if you wanted a word to represent our relationship, we wouldn’t be ‘lovers,’ or ‘accomplices’...but a ‘nue’?”

Okay forget what I said this is ACTUALLY the nerdiest way to describe your relationship. And speaking of nerds, I love this stupid conversation:

“It’s cute. Nue. I like the sound of it. Maybe I’ll get a tattoo of the kanji.”

“You’d take it that far?”

“You’re not gonna get a matching one?”

“They might not let us in the hot springs in Japan anymore. You sure?

” “Huh?! I wouldn’t like that... You think it’d be okay if we put them somewhere no one will see?”

“Where would no one see? This is sounding painful, and I’m not really on board with it.”

“Wha?”

-

Anyway, yeah, this section was everything I wanted, no notes. Toriko and Sorawo have the most demented, fantastical sex possible, having a threesome with the otherside because they all are strange and wonderful, being the nerdiest dorks it’s possible to be, their relationship is now a chimera because that’s even better and more all encompassing that something boring like lovers, Miyazawa really gave us it all, love wins, gays win. What more can I say? I adore this series.

[emelinstriker]

Nezha ♡ A Special Stranger

Just a short one-shot of how you met Nezha. c:

Also, Honkai: Star Rail came out and now I'm stuck at TL41 with SU World 6 done and am still stuck on FH 11 cuz I only can make one team side work well. Got basically no other content besides that anymore and speedran 3 other accs to TB15 in under 3 hours each out of boredom. I'm a proud E1 Gepard main tho. :D

♡ Part 1 | ♡ Part 2 | ♡ Part 3

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

You actually met your boyfriend on accident. The Monkey King apparently stole a very important item from the Celestial Realm, and said item was being guarded by Nezha. He never told you about what exactly went down, just that he was basically hunting him down for a while over some set of rings.

Either way, he ended up at Lantern City and knew Sun Wukong would be there. But he didn't want to garner attention or cause a scene with all the mortals around, so he slipped into the crowd with a cloak, waiting for an opportunity to confront the Monkey King... Honestly roaming the streets of the city was a little unnerving considering most of the merch they had was related to Sun Wukong in some way...

But then he bumped into you. Or rather, the side of your backpack. You were enjoying your time as tourist and weren't alarmed at his cloaked look. You were able to still see his handsome face after all. "Sorry...", he said before slowly trying to walk away again. However, something told you to strike up a conversation with him, so you did.

"H- Hey! Wait up!" Nezha stopped in his tracks as he turned back around to face you. "Are you a local? Do you know about any sights here other than the giant lantern?"

And that's when you both got caught up in a conversation. Oddly enough, the people around you were loud, yet Nezha had no problem ignoring the sounds to solely focus on you. He didn't seem interested in talking to you at first, mainly due to him being on a mission. But then you brought up the topic of how you were a fan of stories about the Celestial Realm. The way you got excited about this topic piqued his interest... You could tell based on how he suddenly started talking a lot more. You did find it interesting how he knew about even more stories than you though. He even added in more details to moments you only vaguely knew of.

Apparently his talk with you was so fun and distracting that he didn't even notice Sun Wukong suddenly being on stage: Until the pig holding the mic started singing so loud you had to cover your ears. It wasn't exactly the volume itself that got to you, it was mainly just the sudden volume change without warning that hurt. People closer to the stage even seemed to have been blown away by his voice... literally. Nezha took notice of your discomfort and looked over at the stage, now taking notice of the nervously smiling Monkey King. He glared in his direction before making his decision.

The Lotus Prince put one hand on your back and started to lightly push you away from the stage and away from the crowd. "C'mon", he mouthed over the singer's voice as he lead you to a more quiet area. You were still able to hear the stage rather clearly, but your ears were no longer in pain. He made sure you were okay first before telling you that it was getting late and he slowly needed to go. You asked him if you'd see him again, and he couldn't stop himself from smirking.

"As much as I'd love to see you again, I don't think my job allows me to have the time to look for you..." You tilted your head in confusion, prompting him to continue. His mouth formed a straight line. "...Let's just say I'm a guard."

You let out a quiet 'Oh, okay' before your disappointed gaze avoided eye contact. Nezha sighed, placing one hand behind his neck. "Look, you're nice to talk to, but we're both tourists here and would have to part ways anyway. I'm just your average stranger, after all."

Now, that just gave you a funny idea.

You took off your backpack, placing it in on the ground between the two of you before pulling out a cap that was white on the front half and red everywhere else. Afterwards you pulled out one of your pens and started to write on the front. Then you handed the cap to the cloaked Lotus Prince. "Here you go!"

He looked at you in confusion after reading out the words you wrote on it. "(Y/N)'s Special Stranger...?"

"We may have to part ways, but that doesn't mean I can't give you some sort of souvenir... If you think this is kinda funny too, that is. You can just get rid of the cap if you don't want it... I haven't been able to use it much anyway", you commented. However, instead of throwing it away or handing it back to you, the stranger let out a chuckle in amusement.

"Well, it certainly is funny. Thank you, (Y/N). I'll keep it, don't worry", he said as he gave you a small smile. But it was enough to make the rest of your day all the better. However, you decided to ask one last thing with a grin...

"Before you go, what's your name, dear special stranger of mine?"

He rolled his eyes with an amused smile before answering with a name that surprised you, as it seemed very familiar.

"Nezha."

...

"So that's why you're wearing this thing", the Monkey King connected the dots in his mind as he looked at the words written on the Lotus Prince's newfound cap.

He sadly wasn't able to wear it during the time the entire Lady Bone Demon crisis happened, but now he finally got to wear it in peace... for the most part. Because Sun Wukong came to visit him and immediately had to tease him over the obvious claim written on his friend's new hat by a mortal.

The simian gave him yet another smug grin. "Are you going to try see them again? Your lovely stranger~?"

Nezha felt his cheeks heat up as one of his hands moved to lower his cap in the front a bit, seemingly trying to hide his face... and failing. "I already told them I can't. The Samadhi Fire's map may have probably been the most important item I was supposed to guard, but there are still other items I was tasked to watch over."

Wukong's expression then quickly turned into an unamused one. "Seriously? You're not even trying to look for them on the side for like five minutes a day?"

"How would I be able to find them within five minutes? I don't even know where they're from!"

"Fine then! I'll find them for you-" The Monkey King exclaimed before suddenly grabbing Nezha's cap, ripping it off his head before placing it on his own, smiling brightly with his thumbs up. "Take my help as a little gift for your love life. See you in a bit, Nezha!"

The simian then quickly summoned his cloud before zooming off into the skies, leaving a completely red-faced Lotus Prince behind. Whether the red colors came from pure rage or pure embarrassment was hard to tell. It seemed to be more of a mixed case. He cursed under his breath before using his own abilities to go after the monkey.

"SUN WUKONG!!"

> Masterlist <

[dylanisdazed]

so yall know i got an online job. well its online but its also local and today i had to meet with the boss man. he's like 65.

i went in there late cuz i had the kids and stuff so i waited until parker was home to watch his brothers.

so i walk in his office and he closes the door.

he says you drink? you look like you like to party.

i kinda laugh. like idk what this old man means. im 23. yeah i do like to party.

so i say yeah, i like to drink.

he says what do you drink?

i say pretty much anything but i really like bourbon.

he has glee in his face. "BOURBON! my boy! that's a man drink. that's awesome, it'll put hair on your chest! I've got bourbons I'm sure you've never had."

so he tells me to sit down. he pours half a glass of bourbon in the office. i drink it with him. then he pours another. he asks about my major and my life and i tell him about adam...

he's been married to a woman for 40 years and they have 3 children.

He talks about being a teen in the late 70’s/early 80’s. Honestly the conversation wasn’t too bad but as he talks about all the exploring he did…with marijuana, other drugs…and sex…he shifted his eyes and was staring into my soul.

Then without asking he pours a third drink. And moves over closer to me. I should have just said I didn’t want anymore but there really is something to the whole power dynamic that I just drank it. I felt so uncomfortable. I’m alone with him in his office and he’s got the door closed (no one else was at the office it was 6 pm) and I’m drinking a third glass of bourbon with this guy.

He watches me sipping the bourbon and says “I have to say, you’re a beautiful boy” normally I would be flattered hearing that and I just can’t describe why but it’s like I instantly felt how millions of girls must feel everyday when an old man in power is trying to take advantage of me. But I’m also polite and southern and idk so I smiled and said thank you and to help my nerves finished the drink.

He goes “you must really be a good time Dylan, you can hold your alcohol. I’m gonna have to use this whole bottle on you”

And that’s when I really felt weird and scared. Not to mention I had accidentally left my cell phone in my Jeep.

I sorta laughed and said I’ve got to drive home and I have eaten much today. He goes “Come on we’re just getting started”

I say I really need to go, my kids are waiting on dinner and he replies “you’re just a boy yourself, it’s interesting hearing you say your kids. It makes you even sexier.”

I laugh and say thanks but I need to go. I started to stand up and he put his large hand on my thigh (he’s like 6’5) and sort of held me down.

He said “you’ve got to have at least one more drink with me, an ending drink.” I just felt kinda helpless and didn’t have my phone and I was getting pretty drunk at this point so I said okay. He said “good boy”

He pours a last and stronger drink. I sip it as he stares into my soul and talks about how his wife is in Arizona and he’s pretty lonely and reminiscing on his youth and fun sexual explorations. He put his hand back on my thigh and started rubbing up towards my cock. I feel kinda dumb because I just sat there. I was scared and shocked and drunk.

He told me I had a pretty mouth and began unzipping his pants.

Then. THANK GOD. His office phone rang. He looked defeated. He picks up and I hear his wife. “Why are you still at the office? Your phone pinged you at the office.”

“Yeah honey, I’m just finishing up reports, I’m in no hurry with you out of town.” Blah blah blah

I finish my drink. Stand up and head to the door. I wanted to get out of there while he was still on the phone because I could tell he wouldn’t stop me or say my name while his wife was on the phone. I just turn around and do a wave and pretty much bolt to my Jeep.

I start driving immediately, wanting to get away from him. Then I start bawling. Nothing even really happened and maybe I’m just over dramatic or more innocent than I thought but I felt dirty and scared 😭😭

I’m driving drunk and crying and I called my mom. She tells me to tell Adam and so I do but when I get home Adam is waiting for me and consoles me but…he’s the most calm, gentle hearted person I know and he’s like homicidal angry.

“GIVE ME HIS NAME. IM GONNA KILL THE MOTHER FUCKER”

I’m like no ur not gonna do anything like that…

He’s like I’m waiting outside that office and I’m gonna kill him.

😭 it was kind of scary but also very heartwarming and sorta hot seeing him that way 😂

Anyway……. I’m sorry for the long and poorly written story.

I’m okay and we’re taking care of the matter and Adam is also okay and didn’t kill anyone 😂💚

Thanks for the love and concern.

It’s been hard the last few days because I keep thinking about it and wondering what would have happened if his wife hadn’t called. I can’t help it, but my body starts to shake violently when I think of it. I’m shaking now writing all this. 😭😭

But just know overall I’m okay and things are being handled. 💚💚

I’m not gonna talk about this again, at least not for a long time because it scares me.

Please don’t ask me questions about it. 💚💚 I felt like I owed an explanation though and I appreciate all the concern and well wishes.

Now back to fun Dylie!!!

[idlerin]

nonsense — bonus: you said you liked the way i spoke

note: this is set before they confessed and everything :> jus a short lil drabble

“and you know what he said?” oikawa grasps your shoulders, eyes wide and serious as if he was about to tell you the juiciest tea to ever exist in the whole wide world.

you had just finished tutoring takeru when oikawa stopped you on your way out the door and trapped you to sit with him on the couch.

“no i don’t, oikawa-san," you say monotonously.

“he had the audacity to tell the teacher it’s unfair that i get high grades even though i’m excused a lot because of my shoots and volleyball," oikawa lets go of your shoulders to dramatically lean back on the couch.

“don’t you get almost perfect test scores?” you raise your brows, remembering that oikawa was a top student at your previous school, you could only assume that he's still the same in high school.

“exactly!” he says exasperatedly.

“that’s annoying," you agree.

“i know.”

“well, you know you’re better than that guy, so it’s alright," you shrug.

“you think i’m great?” oikawa smirks.

“that’s not what i said," you fiddle with your fingers, starting to get nervous. you do not still have a crush on him.

“it’s what you’re practically saying," oikawa’s annoying smirk is still in place

“don’t twist my words!" you whine.

“haha you really are adorable [name]-chan~” he raises an arm and ruffles your head.

“get away from me!” you push his hand away.

“you know you enjoy my attention~” oikawa teases more, to show your extra annoyance, you pinch his hand.

you narrow your eyes at him before standing up, “don’t talk to me.”

“oh come on don’t be like that [name]-chan, you know you secretly like that we have these conversations," oikawa tales a hold of your wrist to pull you back down.

you scowl down at him while he keeps on his stupid smile, “i do not!”

“so you won’t listen the next time i rant to you?” oikawa makes a pretend frown on his face, he pairs it with puppy dog eyes that honestly disgusts you with how you find it cute on him.

“i.. i uhm," you stutter at the sight of him, you really were weak to his charms, "of course i’d listen,” you mumble, turning away, “you have a nice voice, so it’s tolerable,” you pull on your hand that was still in his and cross your arms.

oikawa grins wide, biting his lower lip, ears a little red, “i knew you really liked me!”

“that’s not what i’m saying!—”

series masterlist | chapter one

nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

a/n — play i wish you would by ts~~ like seriously the song is stuck in my head cuz it reminded me of nonsense like “you’re thinking that i hate you now” “i wish you would come back” “i wish you were right here right now” "wish i never hung up the phone like i did" i wanna kms anw ch29 is on its way its just long and has writing and u guys know im a slow writer!!

[not-alien-girl-v]

Caramel (Ross Macdonald)

warning: language, reference to the inseam incident that i will never elaborate more on but love to reference over and over again

note: continues in this fluffy lil mini series that sorta starts here. i think i might continue this into a little mini series because i like this dynamic and i think i need more of y/n and ross in this universe. if you want to, you can imagine all the ross one shots i write all exist in the same universe cuz that’s what i do.

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it’s been 2 days since ross forcefully entered came to check in on you at your shared apartment with violet. you’re still on your period, so of course, you’re still finding it difficult to look ross in the eye without succumbing to your wildest dreams, so instead you made plans that are essentially a huge turn-off for you: hanging out with his friends.

“do i do eyeliner for this? is this, like, an eyeliner occasion?” violet questions while pretending she’s not as frantic as she truly is. she sits on the bathroom counter, having knocked over a few things on her climb up but you decided not to pester her about it.

“it really depends on who you plan on talking to.” you are sitting in the empty bathtub, fully clothed and a throw pillow hugged to your stomach. the bathroom door is closed and violet forgot to put on music so both your voices fill up the room, slightly echoing with enough enunciation.

“give me a run through again?” she pleads. you’ve done it twice, so you assume this last time is the last time but for real this time.

“first there’s adam, he has a girlfriend so he doesn’t care. then there’s george-“

“that’s the other big one, right? the blond?”

“we’ll he’s not actually blond, it’s just bleached. and very fried too. so if you’re into a man with a thicker head of hair, then you’d want to go for matty. but he comes with his own things to think about.”

“like?”

“i’m skipping ahead, sorry. so george, he’s very nice, very sweet guy, he is the other big one, he’s 6’4. smokes a lot of weed, like a lot. aside from his occasional forgetfulness from that, he’s very kind, very polite and respectful, very much a feminist. and he loves dogs.”

“well, i’m more of a cat person.”

“and you’re out of luck there. all his friends are dog people. you’ll have to adjust. anyways, then there’s matty. he’s like the ‘wattpad bad boy’ of the friend group, i think he got voted most likely to be a mafia boss and purchase a girl named ‘y/n’ from her junkie mother.”

“can you maybe like tell me something relevant about him?”

“that is relevant. he’s a little shorter, curly hair, a lot of tattoos, i mean, they all do. i think george might have the most, actually. he’s a bit of a dick at times and i know he means well or he’s mean in a comedic manner but more than often he just gets on my nerves and i know you have a much shorter temper than i do.”

“so you’re saying i should try to talk to george more.”

“i’m saying you should be careful. men are unpredictable and weird. and gross. you heard about the inseam incident, didn’t you?”

she visibly shudders. “god, how could i forget? fucking grotesque…”

she turns back to meet her own reflection in the mirror, staring blankly, but soon realizes how easily you dodged her original question. “wait, so eyeliner or no eyeliner?”

you give her a long, studying look. “eyeliner.”

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you hold the door open for violet, always feeling like a gentleman to her damsel whenever she’s around. the inside of the boys’ house is much warmer than outside, and it feels like home, if home was a set temperature.

matty and george bicker over something in front of the tv, a case of dvds, maybe. adam is balls deep in conversation with his girlfriend, carly, while he pets allen, george’s matty’s dog. ross is in the kitchen grabbing a soda and a beer when he turns around at the noise of the door being opened.

“there’s my girl!” he exclaims, seemingly tipsy before the party has even begun. he drops both beverages on the kitchen island and circles around to give violet a brief side hug and you a much more substantial one. he squishes you in so tight you feel your ribs crack and splinter under the weight of it and he’s warm like a home should be. “good to see you, violet, you ready to meet my mates? they’ve been giddy about your arrival all day.”

“fuck off, we have not!” matty hollers over his shoulder and while his head is turned, george swiftly sticks a dvd of his own choice into the player and stands up, fleeing from the scene of the crime. he dusts his hands off on his jeans and reaches out to help his friend off the floor.

once matty realizes what has been done, his jaw drops in offense, and pettily, pushes g’s hands away and reluctantly stands up on his own. he stretches his arms up high and his back and elbows crack in the process. you’re much more used to his antics than violet, so you know he’s only doing this action to make the bottom of his t-shirt ride up, revealing his happy trail and his sexy tattoos.

this isn’t just some weird head-canon you have for him, you’ve actually heard him admit to this trick before when attempting to woo a woman.

ross leads the two of you over to the three men loitering the living room. “violet, this is adam,” adam doesn’t stand as the dog is in his lap, but he gives a humble wave that suffices, “matty,” violet doesn’t need to be pointed to who matty is. he stands and smiles widely and wraps violet in a hug.

“bold,” you mutter. matty flips you off behind violet’s back. you roll your eyes but he doesn’t catch it.

george approaches then, exuding a strange energy you’d never seen before. not from him at least. “and i’m george,” he extends a hand for a firm handshake, and when you watch violet agree to it, you can see him squeeze her hand just a smidge too tight.

they both are so weird. why can’t they just act normal around your friend?

“why are you two acting like freaks?” ross speaks the words right from your mouth and you feel a strong sense of adoration for him the way he can just simply share a thought of yours.

“no reason. anyway, we’re watching 'monster house,'" george dismisses and fetches the beer ross had been in the process of grabbing for him. while in the kitchen, he grabs two more sodas, holding both the cans perfectly in one large hand and you wonder what it must be like to possess such an ability.

ross drops down onto one end of the large couch, leaning into the arm of it and matty gets comfortable on a single arm chair, not leaving much opportunity to sit near violet and you start observing the weird male hierarchy that is already set in place when a new female is introduced to the ecosystem. were they like when you first met them all? you never bothered to ask, it never happened across your mind.

george returns with the sodas and hands one to you and one to violet, ever the gentleman, and sits down on the other side of the largest couch in the room.

“hey, wasn’t that coke supposed to be mine?” ross complains.

“there’s only two left. and y/n and violet are guests, so if y/n would like to share with you, that’s on her.”

ross sticks his tongue out at george’s back when he turns to fuss with the remote. you join the men on the couch, sitting a distance from ross and he immediately pulls you closer than close, you’re basically on his lap at this point. you’re confused at this sudden pda but then you notice it gives violet enough room to squeeze in right next to george on the couch. stupid unspoken male hierarchy rules.

you hand the soda to ross, not even having to ask or say anything at all, he knows it’s his official boyfriend duty to crack it open for you. he does exactly that, stealing a sip of it before handing it back. you squint at him.

you are sly when you side eye violet and george, completely eavesdropping on their gentle conversation but acting like you’re caught up in your own with your boyfriend. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say ross was listening in as well. you’re so in sync with him.

“i moved here after high school, my family is back in california,” you hear violet inform him and george looks all too interested.

“that explains the accent. it’s not everyday you hear an american, especially around here. why didn’t you go somewhere cooler like london?”

“y/n and i used to live there but then she started studying here so we made the move together. and sorry about the whole accent. it sounds a little silly compared to you guys, i know.”

“it’s not silly at all. i’ve actually always found it quite sexy, the american speak.”

it would sound like a load of bullshit if it were coming from anyone else but george is always so sincere in every word he says, you decide to leave them be for now.

you turn back to the man next to you. “can i kiss you?”

he scrunches his eyebrows, “since when do you need to ask?”

“i’m wearing lipstick. it’s gonna get on you. it might be… i don’t know… embarrassing.”

“why would it be embarrassing to have visible proof i just kissed a girl?”

“so that’s a yes, then?”

“kiss me any time. i love your lipstick. get it all over me if you want to.”

you decide to take that as a challenge and use both your hands to hold him down still, kissing every inch of his face that isn’t covered by the dark, coarse hair of his beard.

it takes him by surprise, so he sits still in shock for a few moments, letting you make a complete mess on his face, before finally retaliating, grabbing your face this time and kissing you properly.

“ew, get a room,” you didn’t even notice matty in the corner on the chair, now wrapped up in a thick blanket and pile driving a bowl of popcorn completely solo, looking like a young girl menstruating for the very first time.

ross wraps his arms around you, cradling you protectively into his neck. “mind your business, dickwad. watch the movie.” you mumble something into ross’s neck and he lets you loose so you can speak up. “what’s that?”

“douche canoe.”

he cackles in laughter, “yeah, you’re a douche canoe.”

matty rolls his eyes and you’re more than content with his irritation, so you finally give it a rest and cuddle back into ross, enjoying his warmth since matty stole both of the couch blankets.

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taglist: @indierockgirrl @itssimpleanditgoeslikethis @americanangel @butyou-callmewhenyourebored

[haibarashiho]

I have to speak about this! I just have to cuz OMG. The details the angst. And the fact hinamori is going through a PTSD. Ughh

Hinamori awakened after Hitsugaya was dispatched to the mission. And it seems she was persistent to speak to him that she went straight to the headmaster. By her face, she was suffering and struggling each day without sleep. Guilt with PTSD. We can assume by her dark eye bags she was Re-living the traumatic event through recurring memories, flashbacks or vivid nightmares. And the guilt is her constant attempt to talk to Hitsugaya.

Hitsugaya first words to her was asking about her well being. ( my heart he is always worried about her more than himself ) and this is the first time we have seen Hitsugaya smile. As well as him noticing her features. He never missed a thing in that short call.

We can see how much they focused at his eyes. Eyes don’t lie. Without doubt her actions towards him totally didn’t bother him. He was more bothered about her injuries. His next words shows what he was bothered about. Her lack of sleep, her dark features, he even made a joke and funnily enough compared her to Matsumoto. ( we know he just can’t admit his worries because he doesn’t want her to feel any more worse. )

Hinamori blush? I guess she felt embarrassed about how Hitsugaya as well noticed her lack of growth lmao .

Then we got his famous sentence. ( He looks manly. My heart. ) and her smile, Anyway after that. Look at his curious expression? He is paying so much attention to the conversation regardless. Until she mentioned Aizen. Look the focus at the eyes again! And HERE The ptsd on action again ——

An intense emotional and physical reaction when reminded of the trauma including, sweating, anxiety, panic, heart palpitations ( we can’t know about the tachycardia but the sudden excessive sweat and her physical demeanor tell enough! She was barely holding herself together ) she was also mentally still not recovering. Not believing what happened at that time.

I’m not sure if Hitsugaya noticed this or not, But when Hinamori asked to save him and tried to excuse aizen. she was also mentally still not recovering. Not believing what happened at that time. It was evident in the anime more with the focus and the sound. As if she went into a hysterical state

The anger within him intensified, this isn’t about just her bleeding anymore.

[lovely-cherubs]

Chapter 2: The Beginning Of It All (Disassembled: Origins)

Previous Chapter: Chapter 1 - Prologue

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . 

"But what have our parents done for the past forever while those things build a spire of corpses?!” A purple-haired drone named Uzi exclaims. She is currently hosting a presentation in front of the class.

"Hide under the ice behind three stupid doors?! It's like we're waiting for an inciting incident!" A grin suddenly appeared on her face.

"Anyway, that's why my project is this sick-as-hell railgun!" She pulls out her railgun and points it at the students as they gasp.

"Oh, that’s so not the vibe!" Riley, one of the students, shouted in panic. Uzi rolled her opticals at the comment.

"Easy, morons. It doesn't work. YET." She said pointing the gun at them again. " It doesn't work yet. Who said it doesn't work?! Maybe it does!" Uzi turns her railgun on, cackling and pointing it back at the students. The teacher drone sighed in disappointment.

"Uzi, the homework was a word problem about buying watermelons." He pointed out.

“What kind of watermelons though? Cuz the ones I like are top quality.” A green-haired drone dressed in green-colored alternative fashion with a green bow on her head blurted out while eyeing Uzi with a smirk. The entire class bursted into a fit of laughter at the innuendo and Uzi herself blushed at the remark.

The teacher rolled his eyes at her comment “Very funny, Emerald. I’m talking about the ones that you put in your mouth.”

“I put the ones I’m talking about in my mouth as well. Those of us in a relationship do or have at some point.” She smirked. Once again, laughter erupted into the class at her remark, and Uzi, now blushing heavier than before, was trying her hardest to contain her laughter.

The teacher sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. That drone's mouth knew no bounds. She was completely unfiltered, which was both a blessing and a curse. 

“Anyways, Uzi. The homework?” He looked at her.

“Oh…” Uzi said, realizing that the focus was now shifted back to her. “And this magnetically amplified photon converger doesn't count?” She asked.

The teacher rolled his eyes. “No. Plus, repressed emotional baggage was only worth two points on the rubric.” He added. 

“And is it supposed to be that color?” He pointed at the gun, noticing something different about it. Uzi turned her attention to her railgun, which had red electricity crackling. Her eyes widened and she let out a “huh!?” realizing what was happening. 

Within seconds, an explosion occurred, students coughing from the dust and debris produced. Unfortunately for Uzi, she earned a trip to the nurse’s office, a bandage over her right eye, and an ice pack. 

“Oh, here. No, wait, hold on. Shh.” a voice whispered. Uzi looked up to Lizzy and Doll in front of the door.

"Ew, it didn't kill her! Oh my God, I'm so bad!" Lizzy taunted Uzi before she and Doll giggled and ran off. Uzi groaned in annoyance at her petty behavior. Typical behavior of a popular girl in school.

A few seconds later, another drone came into the office. He appeared to be conversing with someone else.

"Classic toxic masculinity, Chad! That's never gonna end up problematic." He said with an amused laugh before noticing Uzi and was surprised by the state she was in.

"Oh wow, Uzi? I heard you, uh-" He started hesitantly.

"I'm an angsty teen, Thad. Bite me!" she told him as he walked towards one of the chairs and sat beside her. "Also, how do you know my name? People willingly talk to you." She pointed out. He chuckled at her statement.

"Well, I'd say everyone knows Khan's daughter, but, uh..." Thad said as he pointed to the poster of Khan Doorman, Uzi's father.

"Then you might blow the other half of your face off." He added as Uzi gave him a deadpanned look.

"Crippling daddy issues, hilarious," Uzi muttered with a small laugh. "What are you in for? Testosterone too hard?" Uzi joked with a smirk.

"That can happen?! Awesome!" Thad said before turning to face her. "Hey, those bandages look pretty badass!" He said with a smile which caused Uzi to blush.

"Oh... Uh, ew. Gross, I hate that you said that." She replied shyly and awkwardly. “And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m taken.”

“Oh yeah, you're right.” Thad chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “What was her name again? Um… Emerald? Yeah, Emerald! What she said in that class today was wild! Hilarious. I should get some tips from her. Whaddya say?” He looked at Uzi.

“Um… yeah. I guess.” She replied. 

“Cool! *sigh* You guys are a cute couple. Sometimes I wonder how you managed to get with someone like her.” Uzi rolled her eyes at the question. However, it was true that she often wondered why Emerald fell for someone like her. She wasn't that attractive. Not only that but Emerald was well-liked by everyone, unlike her. So… why did she choose her out of all the drones?

“So, what's the, uh..." Thad changed the subject, pointing to the gun.

"Sick-as-hell railgun?! Sci-Fi nonsense, that super works!” Uzi exclaimed.

“I'm sneaking to the Murder Drone lair tonight to get the last spare part with Emerald, that I need to save the world with it and earn my dad's respect and stuff, but mostly the world part," Uzi explained as she remembered her best friend always helping her.

"Oh, but doesn't your dad make awesome doors so we don't have to, uh... Do that scary-sounding emotionally repressed stuff you just said?" Thad questioned her motives. In response, Uzi pointed the end of the gun on his cheek.

"NO MORE FEEDBACK ON MY REPRESSION TODAY!!!" She exclaimed angrily.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't think..." Thad apologized as Uzi pulled the gun away and started to leave.

"BITE ME!" She yelled only to come back.

"I'm not mad at you, by the way—just generally hormonal!" She shouted and left the office. 

“Hey Uzi!” a voice suddenly appeared, startling Uzi.

“AH!” Uzi jolted, completely startled. It wasn’t until she saw the familiar face that she calmed down.

“Oh, it’s just you, Emerald.” Uzi chuckled. The drone eyed Uzi with a deadpan expression on her face.

“You seriously brought that railgun into the class after I said not to?” Emerald had her hands on her hips. Uzi’s smile slowly turned into a frown. 

“Are you… mad at me?” She asked softly.

Emerald sighed. “I’m not Zi. I just… didn’t expect you to blow up the classroom.”

“It was an accident, Em!” Uzi rolled her eyes. “Plus, it wasn’t supposed to do that.”

“Well, what’d you expect from a railgun that isn’t 100% complete yet?” Emerald squinted her optics.

“And that’s why you and I are going out tonight to get the last spare part.” Uzi happily declared.

‘What! But what about our plans?” Emerald paused in her steps. Uzi turned to face her and tilted her head in confusion.

“You promised we’d watch “Copper-9’s Got Talent” for our date tonight.” Uzi opticals widened in shock, her hands holding her head in panic.

“Crap, I forgot about that!” The purple-haired drone began pacing around in circles. 

“Hey, it’s okay Zi,” Emerald reassured Uzi.

“No, it isn’t! I shouldn’t have forgotten. How could I have forgotten something so important? I’m such a terrible girlfriend. You probably hate me for this.” Uzi exclaimed feeling guilty.

Emerald shook her head. “You’re not, Uzi.” She walked over to her.

“Look at me.” Uzi turned to face her. There were now digitized tears flowing down her visor. Emerald cupped her cheeks with both of her hands. A small smile appeared on her face afterward.

“Am I bummed out? Hurt? Yes. But to hate you for that? Absolutely not. And for the record, you’re not a terrible girlfriend.”

“Really?” Uzi asked, with tears still flowing.

Once again, Emerald smiled. “Why would I say that if it wasn't the truth? Uzi, you have no idea how glad I am to be your girlfriend. If anything, I feel like the luckiest drone on this planet being your partner.” Emerald pulled her into a hug.

“I love you so much, Uzi. You’re the best girlfriend ever. I could never bring myself to hate you.” Emerald kissed Uzi on her forehead before breaking the hug. Uzi blushed a bit and began to smile.

“T-Thanks, Em. I really appreciate it. And again, I’m sorry for messing this up.” Uzi apologized again.

Emerald gave a small smile. “It’s okay. We all forget at times. I am no better. I forget things all the time. *chuckles nervously* Gotta love having AuDHD.” She continued walking beside Uzi.

“Y-yeah you’re right. Besides, who says we can’t go out and look for spare parts for a date?” Uzi sheepishly suggested. 

Emerald smiled. “That would be great, Zi.” She wrapped her arms around Uzi’s waist and pulled her close. She then bent down and gave Uzi a quick peck on the lips. Uzi blushed, completely flustered by her girlfriend’s actions.

“Speaking of which, does your father know you and I are dating?” Emerald asked. Uzi hesitated before replying. 

“No actually…. He doesn’t. I haven’t told him yet.” 

“How come?” 

“Because… well, I’m scared of how he’ll react.” Once again, Uzi's face turned into a frown. “I’m… scared that he’ll look at me differently if he finds out you and I are together.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to tell him at some point.” Emerald motioned Uzi to continue walking with her. “Whether or not he’s okay with it is not his choice to make. Besides, everyone knows you can’t control who you fall in love with.” She stated.

Uzi sighed. “Some, not all. You remember how Ryan reacted when he saw you and I—” 

“Can we not talk about him, please?” Emerald interrupted Uzi before she could continue. “I’m sorry, it just… brings back bad memories when I hear his name.” Emerald apologized. She was now the one frowning.

“N-N-No no, I-I totally understand. It’s my fault for mentioning him in the first place.” Uzi immediately apologized. “And speaking of memories, are you still having those terrifying nightmares and visions? You were running around the bunker last night screaming and crying, and you looked terrified. Plus, you woke up everyone, including me.”

Suddenly, it was quiet. Emerald stayed silent for a couple minutes before responding. "Actually, I do. And… they're a lot worse." Uzi's eyes widened in fear. A lot worse? Just how bad were they getting.

"What do you mean? How so?" Uzi questioned her.

"Last night, I-I saw myself—as a Murder Drone." Hearing this, Uzi was now frightened. Emerald's been having these nightmares and visions for years now, and they've definitely gotten worse over time.

"You? A Murder Drone?" She asked. "Are you sure it was you specifically?"

"Yes! Or rather, I believe so. This drone had the same hairstyle and bow and even dressed like me. But, it looked completely different as well! I-It had two tails instead of one! Not only that but the tails were shaped into hearts instead of the syringe-like appearance that we see on the Murder Drones.

On top of that, there was a symbol located on its chest—a biohazard symbol. And it had that "X" symbol on its visor and laughed maniacally before charging at me."

"And... this all happened in real life?"

Emerald sighed. "That's the thing, I don't know if it was real or not. But it felt too real. Uzi… I think I might be hallucinating.”

Written by @lovely-cherubs (me)

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[seancoffe]

KazuHeiScara HC:

~ Trans Heizou ~

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@gay-salt-amber and another friend helped me with these

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- Their petnames for each other are-

Kazuha’s for Scaramouche is ‘My Leaf’

Heizou’s for Scaramouche is ‘Baby Boy’

Kazuha’s for Heizou is ‘My Detective’

Scaramouche’s for Heizou is ‘Baby’ or ‘Babe’

Heizou’s to Kazuha is ‘Kitty’

Scaramouche’s to Kazuha is ‘Pretty Boy’ or ‘Honey’

- When Scara calls Kazuha pretty boy, he'll typically kiss the crown of Kazuha’s head while holding him for a second or two (Kazuha gets flustered as fuck-)

- So Scara tells Kazuha and Heizou about Childe and how unbelievably annoying he is, this is how their conversation went whenever they met him-

• Childe- “Hey there buddy- you look different, who are they?”

• *Kazuha and Heizou giving him death glares*

• Childe, whispering to Scara- “Why are your two friends looking at me like that?”

• Scara, swatting him away- “Get away from me you bastard, and they aren’t my friends you idiot”

• Childe- “Oh- so what are they?”

• *Kazuha and Heizou still giving Childe death glares*

• Scara- “They’re my fiancés you dumbass”

• Childe- “Ah- they’re the ones you’ve been talking about”

- After Scaramouche and Heizou kill whoever was bothering Kazuha, Heizou would pick out a squishmallow and Scara would buy it as a ‘sorry for leaving you’ because Kazuha thought they were going on a date (Kazuha is clueless about their killings)

- Sometimes Heizou gets stressed about a case and it’s like midnight, Scaramouche doesn’t need to sleep and so he gets up from cuddling Kazuha (who is asleep) and tells Heizou to go to sleep and he’ll do it

- (If you don’t know what Scaramouche Cat is, look it up) So Heizou finds a cat that looks like Scaramouche and as soon as he saw it he picked it up. Their cat (Tama) and that cat became instant best friends

- Kazuha’s morning voice is pretty low, so the first time Scara heard it, it took a moment to get used to

- Like Kazuha just wraps his arms around Scara, whos cooking breakfast, says good morning and this was their conversation-

• Scaramouche- What the actual fuck happened to your voice??

• Heizou- *Looks up* You’ve never heard his morning voice?

• Scara (Who is all blushy now)- No..

- Kazuha and Scara have to ask Heizou if he’s taken his binder off yet cuz he’s forgetful about it (Bind safely children)

- The only types of chocolate Scaramouche likes is coconut and dark chocolate because Heizou and Kazuha make them all the time

- They have an entire closet dedicated to the metals/trophies Kazuha has won at poetry contests

- Heizou has an entire separate paper shredder in his office for charges brought up against his boyfriends

- Once Scaramouche and Raiden got into an argument and then Kazuha and Heizou joined in too until Raiden was too tired to deal with them

- Whenever Scaramouche or Kazuha see Heizou having dysphoria, they drop everything to comfort him (Cuddles, words of affirmation, telling him he is a real man, etc)

- When Kazuha and Heizou met Nahida (Scaras adopted aunt) they instantly hit it off and Scaramouche was glad cuz he thought they wouldn’t

- Once Scaramouche blasted music thinking Kazuha and Heizou were gone but he was wrong, Kazuha got sick that morning and was sleeping and Heizou left. After he found that out he wouldn’t stop apologizing to Kazuha

• Kazuha, with a strained voice- My leaf?

• *Scaramouche oblivious*

• Kazuha, after getting up- My leaf, can you keep it down?

• Scara- Shit- sorry pretty boy, I thought you were gone? What’s wrong?

• Kazuha- Heizou didn’t tell you?

• Scara- No, honey, what’s wrong? Is everything ok?

• *Kazuha explains and Scara rushes him back to bed*

• Scara- I’m sorry, I didn’t know

• Kazuha- Leaf, it’s ok, you didn’t know

- They prank call Sara to piss her the fuck off

- Scara gets over stimulated a lot out in public so as soon as they get back into the car back home, Heizou and Kazuha tell him all types of praises (You were so brave, good job baby, you did so well, etc) while Heizou cuddles Scara in the backseat to help

- Kazuha and Scaramouche need to hide Heizou’s energy drinks from him or else he’s gonna stay up all night

- Kazuha and Heizou were highschool sweethearts and they met Scara after the Vision Hunt Decree

- Tattoo Artist Scara, Detective Heizou, and Florist Kazuha

- Kazuha will koala hug and sleep on Heizou at his desk when it’s late at night when Heizou is still working and sometimes Scaramouche makes Heizou tea and brush his hair

- Heizou and Kazuha wanted Scara to tattoo all three of their initials in a heart on all three of their wrists

- Kazuha steals Scaramouche’s hat and Scara finds it adorable

- Kazuha has a magnifying glass charm, Heizou has a Scaramouche hat charm, and Scaramouche has a maple leaf charm

- When off work, Scaramouche will clean the house to surprise Kazuha and Heizou

- They have matching hoodies

- Kazuha and Heizou worship Scara as their god lmao

- Scaramouche gets touch starved and loves sleeping on Heizou and Kazuha’s laps

- Scara has an abandonment issue (from Raiden and all his friends dying) and so he’s clingy. Whenever Heizou or Kazuha say he’s clingy (they find it cute) he always denies it but he’ll always drag them back to bed or grab their hand or something

- Every year they send Raiden a calendar with all of their faces on it to piss her off

- They disguise themself to set off fireworks that are mocking raiden

- Every year for their anniversary, Kazuha makes both Heizou and Scara poems

- Heizou likes the ‘dark academia’ style but never buys anything like it cuz he doesn’t think it seems like him, and so Scara and Kazuha have started buying him clothes in that style after finding out he liked the style from a mood board in his office

- Heizou has a septum piercing

- Kazuha and Heizou color in Scara’s tattoos with markers

- Kazuha has a leaf/wind tattoo from his shoulder to part of his chest

- Once Kazuha came home to Scaramouche and Heizou sacrificing Kermit the Frog, they both got banished to the couch that night

- Heizou pulls the best pranks on Kazuha and Scaramouche on April Fools

- Scaramouche will spoil the both of them for Christmas/Birthdays/New Years

- Once Heizou got hurt while doing his detective stuffs and so Kazuha and Scara refused to leave his side until he got better

- Kazuha wears red nail polish

- After seeing Kazuha wear a skirt, Heizou wanted to but he felt like it would make him less of a man. So Scara found out somehow and after a little convincing and comforting they both got Heizou to wear a skirt

- Scaramouche screams into his pillows and once he’s done Kazuha and Heizou will question why his voice is so rough

[scribble-dribble-writes]

helllo,

you said you needed inspiration so: I’ve been thinking about how did Obi come up with the name “Ben”? Like maybe it was given to him by the reader when they were young and in love but because of order 66 he was led to believe his love (the reader) was dead and to keep the memory of her alive he adopt “Ben” as his new name.

Feel free to change the story line but I’d love to read your idea on how he came up with “Ben” and since my idea is a bit angsty I hope for a happy ending (maybe they reunite or where never really apart-that doesnt really makes sense lol).

I hope this might spike some inspiration. Lots of love <3

Btw. I’ve been missing ur fics cuz I find a lot of comfort in them but please dont stress urself.

Thank you sending this through! It sparked my curiosity and made me want to write something again haha. I've kept it angsty lol mostly because I've been feeling like rewatching the Kenobi show but I hope you like it!

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Bandages

You made it to the peak, the mountain in your village which was fabled to hold the answer to your dreams if anyone dared to climb it, to see the sunrise. This was a regular routine mostly because it afforded you with some peace of mind, getting your body to focus on a task rather than the worries of running a farm on your own, especially with harvest season close at hand.

What even were your dreams that you longed to come true? You weren’t sure.

Even in your current circumstance, you were content with everything you had, it was not in your nature to want for more. But the sun slowly creeping up from the horizon was always a sight to behold. It was also the exact moment you saw him. As he sat there in what looked like well pressed robes, his eyes closed as he took in the warmth of the sun, his hair molten bronze that it turned golden when it caught the light.

You were sure for a moment that he was an angel, a divine being living here in the mountain top, the one that possibly grants your wishes. His eyes opened and those blue orbs turned right to you. As though he had sensed you. You stood your ground, mostly frozen out of fear.

“Ah, I had a feeling someone might show up.”, he smiled and it averted your worries.

“I’ve been hurt and couldn’t quite walk back. Would you happen to –

Only then did you see his wound, down his leg, a huge tear down the length of his calf that almost looked like a burn mark.

“Oh dear”, you exclaimed as you rushed to his aid.

“ -have some bandages.”, he finished his sentence but his tone had softened, his eyes focused on your features as you glanced back at him. Almost as if he was surprised too.

“I do have some supplies but I would need to take you to the infirmary. A lot of the republic troopers get aid there.”, you explained to which he thanked you.

“Was it a droid?”, you asked as you bandaged his leg in an attempt to make conversation.

He looked at you as though he was putting together a response that would be easy for you to understand but then his eyes softened when he said, “It was my own fault, ignited my saber before it was needed.”, he huffed but your clueless gaze only made him more curious.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?”, he asked his brows furrowed together as though he was bemused.

“I’m afraid so.”, you smiled noting that he looked rather young, his hair grazing his shoulders, he was most likely around your own age.

“You don’t know what I am?”, he dug further, leaning closer with genuine perplexity.

“Are you the one that grants wishes to those who dare to climb the peak?”, you asked sarcastically to battle his entitlement as you tied the knot to secure the bandage.

“No.”, he smiled softly.

“Then I don’t know who you are.”, you assured him patting his ankle to let him know that he was free to go.

Your gaze however trickled back to the sight you had come to see, the sun shining over your little village and you sought a moment of rest in the quite.

“Beautiful.”, he said.

You smiled, the view was breathtaking and you could agree with the pleasant stranger on that but when you turned, his eyes were never on the landscape, they were on you.

That was how you had met him, three years ago. You had learnt he was a Jedi, he visited when he could, your little romance was a secret, making the long distance feel even lonelier. But every time you trekked to the peak, you would remember him.

But with his student now all grown up and his need in the capital winding down he found solace in your home. He had stayed for almost a month, and when he was here, he was different. He retired his robes and became a farmer along with you, embracing the mundane daily routines with new joy. Life felt complete and wonderful, as though your dreams had come true.

It was one of those nights, where you slept out in the fields, with summer in full swing, the sky was clear to see the stars and the weather was optimum to not carry blankets. He wore a long white tunic that under moonlight he looked out of this world, his hair was shorter now that it fell over his forehead and his beard added to his rustic appeal making you feel drunk just by looking at him. He trudged towards you where you were seated by a willow tree, the fields swayed in the midnight breeze, the wheat heads full of grain ready for harvest.

He laid down next to you to then place his head on your lap, your long satin slip was just as soft as his skin. How was it that with his golden hair he looked like he belonged to the sun but his blue eyes it was as though even the moon has a piece of it in him too?

You raked your fingers through his hair and told yourself this wasn’t a dream. Minutes turned to hours, filled with stories and laughter or the silence with only his hands talking, as they traced your jaw or the length of your legs. It then shifted to when he was narrating his difficulties with raising his padawan on his own, as you leaned back into his chest, that he felt like a parent and an elder brother, the responsibility at times too much to bear. But as he mumbled his story, you could feel his fingers in your hair, tugging on strands softly and when you tried to move away, he told you to stay still.

“What are you doing?”, you chuckled.

“Testing to see if I still remember.”, he spoke and you couldn’t turn to see his face but you were confused.

“Remember what?”, you asked quizzically fiddling with a stray strand of thread, to which he responded with placing your hair over your shoulder.

“There, all done.”, he said confidently.

He had braided your hair mid conversation, your fingers felt the weave as you touched your hair in the dark.

“Turns out I do remember, just a little rusty.”, he kissed your cheek and you sunk into his hold as you turned to him.

“My sweet Ben.”, you said softly, eyes full of admiration for the man who held you, the man you loved.

His eyes widened, it was a term of endearment he had never heard before.

“Ben?”, he asked you quietly.

You traced the rise of his cheek and pushed back his hair that had fallen forward.

“Because I met you on the mountain peak where dreams come true.”, you whispered, your eyes boring into his when he stilled and as the silence rushed in again with the breeze, he placed his lips on yours, kissing you like he needed to breathe, like this was the only thing that could keep him alive, only you could keep him alive.

And he woke up, in cold sweat, in the middle of nowhere, not in a field but in a dessert, with your warmth miles away, only a dream.

“Ben.”, someone exclaimed.

“Your shift starts in ten minutes, don’t bloody doze off.”, his manager in the meat store yelled as Obiwan rubbed his forehead.

No one knew who he was here. Because he went by a name no one knew, one that felt like home only when it left your lips and when it didn’t, it was a reminder of everything he had lost and a bandage for his torn spirit.