#it really is an incredible thing to just listen to someone explain something that's apart of their reality

[wormfunkie]

I actually am going to hold y'alls hand when I say this but there really is no reason to feel that you have to tear others down or trample on them to feel better about yourself. We can all get to a better space and a better place together.

[softlysoul]

pov ❀ kim jongseob x fem!reader

genre fluff, jongseob being a king as usual

a/n i’ve been on an ariana grande kick lately so enjoy my second fic based on one of her songs 🙂‍↕️

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You’ve always been good at pretending.

Smiling at the right times. Laughing when it’s expected of you. Keeping your rough edges dull and hidden away, while the softer ones were buried beneath walls you swore no one would ever break down. You’ve kept yourself at arm’s length—from others, from yourself—for as long as you can remember.

But Jongseob never asked you to take off the armor. He just met you where you were until you didn’t need it anymore.

It starts small. It always does.

A hand brushing yours while you lounge on his old couch, some obscure movie on the television casting a soft glow across the both of your faces. A look across the room when you say something wrong, or when you brush someone off, no judgment in his eyes, only patience.

He has this way of looking at you that makes you feel like maybe you're not as messed up as you think. Like you’re not hard to love. Like you’re not all jagged edges and great expectations.

You still remember the first time he saw you cry.

You’d been laughing a second before, recounting something stupid and trivial from your past. But something about the way he looked at you, really looked, unearthed something you'd buried deep. You broke mid-sentence, eyes stinging, voice splintering. You turned away, embarrassed.

He didn’t say anything.

Just reached out, gently turning your face back to his with the tips of his fingers. Then, when he was sure you weren't goin to run away, his voice came out, soft and gentle. “Don’t hide that from me.”

── .✦

Sometimes, you wonder how he truly sees you.

He listens when you ramble, even when you have nothing of substance to say. Somehow, he hears the things you don’t say, rather, the things you won't say. He reads between your words with incredible ease, never asking for more from you. You’ve never had to explain your fears to him, he just gets them.

You once asked, half-joking, “Are you psychic or something?”

He smiled at you from the floor, head resting against your knee. “No,” he murmured. “I just… care. That’s all.”

── .✦

It’s late when he shows up to your apartment.

You’d had a bad day. Your thoughts were overwhelming and you were close to drowning in the sea of your mind. You didn’t text him. You didn’t say a word, you could never ask him to pick up your broken pieces. But he knew. He always knows.

He doesn’t ask for permission when he lets himself in, knowing you always keep a spare key under your doormat. He walks to where you’re curled on the couch and pulls you into him. You melt before you even realize what’s happening. His warmth, his scent, his presence, it’s grounding and comforting, distracting you from any negative thoughts that intrude on your peace of mind.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he whispers into your hair. “Just let me be with you.”

So you do.

And in the quiet, something clicks: you trust him. Somehow, despite him seeing you in your lowest moments, trapped with all your ugliest thoughts, he didn't run away, didn't push you to say more, he was just there, offering whatever you needed.

He didn't think less of you, although he definitely had the right to, he just took all your messiness in stride and loved you anyways.

── .✦

“Sometimes I wish I could see myself how you do,” you admit one night, voice small in the dark of his room.

He doesn’t hesitate. “You can. You just have to let yourself.”

You turn your head to look at him. He’s watching you like he always does, eyes filled with a gentle sort of wonder, like you’re art and haven’t realized it.

“I see everything,” he says. “Even the parts you think are too ugly, too broken. And I still think you’re... everything. Do you know how amazing you are, just for trying?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Why are you like this?”

His lips twitch. “Because I love you,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “And you deserve to know what it feels like to be loved without conditions.”

── .✦

Loving Jongseob feels like slowly thawing.

You're slowly learning to stay. To trust. To breathe.

And maybe you’re not all the way there yet. Maybe there are still days you want to run away, still nights you flinch when he gets too close, when he accidentally brushes something in you that still hurts. But he stays, and so do you.

And maybe, one day, you’ll be able to look in the mirror and see what he sees.

But for now, this is enough.

His hands in yours. His eyes on you. And the quiet understanding that, for once, you're not running.

You’re finally home.

── .✦

softlysoul perm taglist - @markkiatocafe @theozia @hyeinsveil

[gh0stly-mp3]

would you break my heart, oliver?

oliver aiku x teammate male!reader

synopisis: oliver aiku, your best friend, shows up at your apartment at 3 AM after breaking up with his gf cause he cheated, but you get mad at him

tags: bff!reader, center back!reader, reader is lovely, oliver is bad with real feelings, both are secretly in love

warnings: cheating, angst w happy ending, fear of unreciprocated love, pretty gn (like 2 mentions of gender)

Oliver is the typical womanizer (but with all genders) who never dates the same person for more than two months. According to him, he gets bored very quickly, which is why he has a new partner every few months.

You, on the other hand, have always been in long-term, consistent relationships, taking a while to confess to whomever you liked and always wanting to make sure that you both feel the same way about each other.

Even though you were opposites, you were still best friends and teammates for a long time, and you always scolded Oliver for his inconsequential attitudes towards his love life (but he hardly ever listened).

The last straw for you was when he showed up at your house at 3 AM because his then-girlfriend kicked him out after discovering he was talking to someone else on instagram. You were incredulous; you knew he was a scumbag, but you didn't expect it to be this bad; after all, he was there when you got cheated on, something that affected you a lot.

"What the fuck, Oliver? What are you thinking, man? Jumping from relationship to relationship is one thing, but cheating is another level! I can't believe this, dude." - You yelled.

"I made a mistake, okay? I'm sorry, it's just..." - Oliver tried to explain himself, visibly nervous about your reaction.

"I don't care! If you stay at my place tonight, tomorrow you'll have to apologize to her and admit that you're an idiot... Oh, and you'll sleep on the couch".

"What? I know i fucked up, but it's cold, man, you always let me sleep with you".

"Not today, cause if you betray the trust of someone who trusted you with their body and heart, why the fuck would anyone else trust you? Grow the fuck up..." - You said harshly, heading for the cupboards and taking out a pillow and a blanket for Oliver. - "Good night, Oliver. We'll talk tomorrow"

As you lay down on your bed, you curled up, clutching your legs. If he could do this to a girl as beautiful as Haruka, what could he do to you? You were just one of his male friends.

You've been friends forever, you were the first guy to talk to Oliver when he joined your team. Your bond was incredible, you understood each other so well, you liked the same things and had the same mindset on a match. You two occupied the same defensive position as center backs, and together you were unstoppable.

But how did it all end up like this? How did you end up falling in love with him? Oliver was incredible at everything except relationships, and the one thing you shouldn't have wanted was exactly what you did want. His love.

You listened to the way he talked about his partners and wished he'd talk about you the same way, but then you remembered what was to follow, a dry and emotionless breakup. How could such a gentleman be such a whore at the same time?

Anyway, there you were, crying silent tears, thinking that if you tried to confess your love for him, you would end up with a heart broken into more than a thousand pieces. While these thoughts were running through your head, you heard footsteps and then a knock on the door.

"Hey... Can we talk? I..." - It was Oliver, speaking in a low, weak voice. "I don't want you to think I'm terrible..."

"Oliver, not now..." - You replied, distressed at the thought of him seeing you cry. - "It's okay, man..."

"Promise you won't hate me?" - He asked, scared. - "I didn't know you'd be so pissed off and... You're the only person I really have, I don't want to lose you over something I did without thinking..." - Definitely something you'd rarely hear come out of Oliver's mouth, he was finally putting his real feelings into something.

"It's not that, Oliver..." - The words, stuck in your throat, urgently wanted to come out. Just say it, three words, that's all. - "I..."

The door handle is pushed down slowly, you see the face of a distressed Oliver, which makes your heart squeeze a bit. You don't hate him, it's quite the opposite actually, but you can't tell him that, can you?

"Look... I was a jerk to Haruka, and besides, I did exactly what you said I should never do. I'm sorry, okay? I just don't want you to hate me, even though I might deserve it... I just want to have someone like you around, you know?" - Deep down, Oliver knew exactly what his problem was, his stomach full of fluttering butterflies was a symptom he'd hardly ever felt. A symptom of this so-called love.

"Would you cheat on me? If you loved me, would you betray me too? Would you get tired of me?" - You asked hopelessly, not wanting to hear the answer.

"Never. Absolutely never." - He answered without hesitation. - "You?... only a complete lunatic would cheat on you. For fuck's sake, I've been your friend for years and I've never even been bored around you! I'd give anything to have someone like you!" - Oliver shut up abruptly when he realized that perhaps he had said too much.

"How could I be sure of that?"

"If I cheated on you, I'd give up soccer" - a direct and honest answer, the truth of his heart. Few words would have such an impact on you as those.

You widened your eyes, wondering if you had actually heard those words come out of Oliver's mouth. He would give up soccer for you? Really? A wave of emotions washed over your body and with an impulse you got out of bed and hugged him tightly.

"Please don't give up soccer... Keep playing with me... And love me." - the most heartfelt words you've ever said, put into play, all your cards on the table. Now it was his turn.

"I already love you, idiot."

[knottyforlegoshi]

legoshi fluff alphabet;

a ctivities - what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time with them?

legoshi’s favorite activity is really just to be around his s/o. it doesn’t matter what they’re doing. some would find that boring, but he’s entranced just by watching you go about your day, as creepy as that may sound. if he had to pick a favorite thing you two do together, it’s having cute little meals together. legoshi can’t explain it, but part of him really enjoys seeing you full and satiated. it makes him feel like he’s taking good care of you. he also enjoys listening to you ramble about things that excite you. 

b eauty - what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?

god, like everything about you? legoshi is a sweet soul. when he falls for someone, he finds everything about them undeniably, unbearably attractive. if he had to pick his favorite thing about you though, it would be your smile, as cheesy as that sounds. 

c omfort - how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

legoshi is no stranger to feeling down, but his strategy is to shove it down. whether or not he makes a convincing case for being fine is... debatable. he’s a little too well known for brooding. the upside to his tendency to ruminate is that he is hyper attuned to your moods. the type to wrap you up in his arms and let you cry into his chest, never letting go. he knows he can’t always say the right thing, but this is how he intends to comfort you, to let you know he’s always going to be there for you. if he finds out that you enjoy distractions more, he’ll start listing off random facts about beetles and animal biology to get you to brighten up. it’s cute.

d reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

married, preferably. legoshi’s big on commitment. he sees it as the natural progression from dating, and it surprises him that not everyone views relationships the same way. he wants a cute little apartment with you, a small backyard for the two of you to lounge together in, and your hand firmly in his, a simple ring glistening on your finger.

e qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

ooh, i’d say he chooses to be passive. legoshi doesn’t trust his own strength, or desires. he’d much rather have you take the lead. but when it comes to some things (i.e. him being jealous), he gets quite assertive. he also has a pretty strong sense of justice, so if relationships decisions need to be made where someone gets hurt as a result, he wants to do the opposite. with simple things such as where to eat or who does the chores, he’s amenable to almost anything. 

f ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

he will almost always forgive them. unless they did something that completely went against his belief systems, like eat a herbivore if they’re a carnivore. i think that legoshi would even find a way to forgive his s/o if they cheated, though it would certainly still nag at him every time they were together.

you’re his lover, and he prefers to not fight. if he thinks there’s even a chance he may be wrong, he’s quick to apologize. BUT if he thinks he’s in the right and you’re putting yourself in danger, he can he can be incredibly stubborn. 

g ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he’s very grateful. he’s not used to people doing anything for him, so he treasures any extra bit of attention or gifts that you give him. he’ll literally keep a bracelet you make him the first month of dating, in a box full of other paraphernalia that reminds him of you. 

h onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

depends. for the most part, he is an honest, earnest guy. he doesn’t like to keep secrets, but he does so because he doesn’t want to worry his s/o. for example, his training, or even where he got that new, gnarly scar on his arm. he thinks that the key to protecting his s/o is keeping them on a need-to-know basis. his secrets are never related to infidelity. 

i nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

his s/o definitely inspires him! legoshi is the type of guy who draws strength from those close to him. his s/o encourages him to open up, to be more true to himself, and to be confident in his skin as a carnivore. 

j ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

incredibly so. jealousy is legoshi’s one greatest sin. he has faith in you, yes, but not in anyone else. after all, if he is utterly entranced with you, other people might be as well. he doesn’t think you’ll cheat on him, no, but if he sees someone getting handsy with you, a bit too friendly, he can’t resist the urge to bare his fangs. 

k iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

he’s not the most experienced kisser. he has to cover his teeth with his tongue in order to not bite you. he is very careful with you though, because the last thing he wants to do is nick you. he definitely tries to put his all into the kiss, making sure to nuzzle his snout against the nape of your neck after. your first kiss is probably a brief, chaste one, as legoshi gets used to any possible differences in anatomy.

l ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

he’ll kind of just say it aloud without thinking about it. maybe to jack or one of his friends. and then he has to stop and ruminate. is what he feels for you really love? it’s not too hard for him to realize, yes. yes, it is. he’s very eager to tell you and get the timing right, but unfortunately it doesn’t always work out that way. 

he just blurts it out. he knows what he feels. he’s the first one to say it. if it’s his choice, he confesses to you in some place that is special to you both--maybe the site of your first date, the first time you met, a memorable night, etc. 

m arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

oh definitely. for him, it’s the natural progression of a relationship. he loves you and has no plans of being with anyone else, so why wouldn’t he want to set your relationship in stone? if his partner has cold feet about getting marriage, legoshi gets a bit nervous. do they not want to be with him? is he not the love of their life? if not... how can he become that kind of person to them?

for proposals, it’s much like the first date where he wants it to be a special moment, but something gets in the way, and he ends up just having to blurt it out. he does bring a ring though; he’s saved up months’ worth of his salary for a simple but pretty ring. 

the marriage is gonna be lowkey and private unless his s/o is fond of an audience. even so, legoshi gets nervous around crowds, so he’s going to want to keep it as small as possible. your good friends and close family will be there, but that’s about it. legoshi might be persuaded into inviting his drama club friends from cherryton, but it’s more likely that they have a high school reunion and he randomly mentions he’s been married for several years.

n icknames - What do they call their s/o?

he prefers to just call you by your name. he loves the way it sounds on his tongue. he finds nicknames a bit juvenile? he doesn’t mind if you refer to him by one though. 

o n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

we have all seen legoshi in love. he’s a total simp. it’s so obvious to everyone that he’s in love. and while legoshi may show physical manifestations of his adoration around you--wagging his tail, ears perking up, etc.--in terms of his face... he tends to look even more melancholy. he has resting worried face. he’s especially pensive when he has a crush. he’s in his head too much, thinking about when to make his move, how you feel about him, what is the proper next step for your relationship, etc. 

p DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

i think legoshi likes to keep a certain deal of privacy in his relationships, but it’s pretty obvious to anyone around that he likes someone because he doesn’t try to hide it. he’s not the type to brag, but he will mention that he’s been hanging out with someone quite frequently, which is why he can’t do x... he’s quite shy with PDA, but he does like being able to rest his paw on your back, hold an umbrella over you, etc. small, cute ways to show you’re his.

q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

he is so dedicated to making things work out. it doesn’t matter what problem you two have, or even if its solely your own hesitations or baggage. he will always do his best to figure out the best solution and will love you regardless. 

r omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

he is so romantic, but perhaps not in an outlandish way. he has certain ideas of how he should act in a relationship and what would make you happy, but he gets a bit too embarrassed to do all of it. he is definitely the kind of guy who focuses on actions--he cooks for you, does your laundry, helps brush your fur out if it gets tangled, makes sure to list the makeup you’re running out of if you need it, etc. he can do some genuinely romantic things such as pick flowers he sees that he thinks you’d like, save up to take you out to your favorite restaurant (you were wondering why he was only eating instant ramen for several meals straight), pick you up and carry you home if you’re drunk, etc. but legoshi doesn’t really see these things as romantic, per se. he thinks it’s normal to want to care for and treat one’s partner. he’s definitely not going to be the best at verbal displays of affection, since he gets too caught up in his doubts about expressing himself, but he will tell you “I love you” at least once a day.

s upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

he thinks it’s only natural that he should be his S/O’s biggest supporter. and he hopes they do the same for him. no matter what it is, legoshi is always going to be cheering you on from the sidelines. 

t hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

i think legoshi enjoys routine because sometimes his life can be wildly unpredictable. he finds himself at peace in the mundane. he doesn’t get bored easily. if anything, it’s his partner who often suggests trying new things.

u nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

oh he knows them so well. he keeps a mental checklist of things you like, favorite foods, favorite movies, etc. if he forgets, he really beats himself up over it. when he’s out and about, he adds things to his checklist of things you’d like. i.e. if you like ramen, there’s a new ramen place in town with good reviews, so he take you there next date night... if you like lilacs, there’s a bush of them near his work, so he should pick some for you when you’re having a bad day... he’s very empathetic, but he may have trouble showing it!

v alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

it’s so important to legoshi. he’s very much an all-or-nothing guy when it comes to romance. his relationship and concern for others takes the utmost priority in his life--even to the point of ignoring his own needs. 

w ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

he likes to use blankets that your scent has rubbed off on. sometimes instead of throwing them in the wash, he keeps one for himself in his closet. he just mostly loves your smell, and being able to pull it out and smell you on it when he misses you.  

x OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

he’s very affectionate in private! odds are he’s bigger and lankier than you, so he enjoys being the big spoon. he loves being able to hold you fully in his arms, protect you from the world, whether that’s through cuddling or curling himself up around you as you read or game or scroll on your phone. he kind of just always likes to be hugging you in private. he loves to nuzzle his snout against the top of your head or behind your ear in this position. 

y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he just mopes. so hard. if they’re away on a trip, he acts especially gloomy. it takes jack or someone else pressing him to do other things to take his mind off of it. but he literally counts down to the time when you’ll return. and he’s the first one to offer to pick you up or give you a ride when you’re back. 

z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

oh definitely. this man would trek through hell for you. he’s an incredibly loyal canine. some of the things he would do include: sacrifice his own happiness for you (sad), learn to be around herbivores to be with you, rescue you from yakuza, etc.

[qvigleys]

yet again i find myself crying over misty quigley!

(rant incoming because her character means so so very much to me)

i actually cannot tolerate misty slander sorry not sorry. i can recognize some of her moral flaws, of course. but no character in this show is perfect, just like how no human in general is perfect. my love for her is mostly based in how much of myself i see in her, so a lot of this is definitely very biased, and is all just opinions.

the very first scene we see her in is her loudly cheering for a team she’s barely apart of. she is quite literally on the sidelines, yet she shows no jealously or resentment towards those that are fully involved. she’s just genuinely happy to be there, and have some resemblance of closeness to girls her age. don’t even get me started on the phone call scene??? (i will get myself started actually) she is so outwardly bullied, and it is so incredibly sad. bullying is unfortunately just the reality for so many people - myself included, which just makes it all the more real and raw. something that really stood out to me especially was the line about misty wishing someone would do anal to her, and then proceeding to call her “too ugly to find a victim”. SO HEARTBREAKING AND SO REAL. the pure look of defeat on her face actually makes my soul shatter into a billion pieces, because i know that feeling all too well. and the fact that she latches onto crystal so quickly is likely a direct product of not having very many - if any - friends. or at least that’s how i’ve found myself functioning. someone shows her the smallest bit of affection, care, and attention, and she grasps onto it so incredibly hard. to the point where she finds herself sharing her most personal and serious secrets, that she very clearly did not plan on sharing. it was almost automatic for her. she spilled her guts to the first person who would genuinely listen.

her canon backstory so far is very minimal, so a lot of this is just speculation and my own personal thoughts, but i do truly believe misty has very deep familial trauma. shauna’s line in one of the recent episodes about someone or something having warped her (misty) really stuck out to me. specifically the way she starts it with “your parents”, and proceeds to say that someone must have done something really bad to her. this could very well explain so many of her character traits and actions throughout the show.

whenever anyone brings up the rat scene, or her destroying the black box, all i can think about is the fact that we have no context behind either of those!!! the rat scene, while off-putting, could have a much deeper meaning and history behind it that we just don’t know yet. which is why i find it so unfair that people see that one scene and form a negative opinion about her. they’ll see that and call misty a horrible psycho, but then watch taissa be directly responsible for allie breaking her leg and showing next to no remorse, and draw no conclusions from that. (this is not taissa hate - i love tai dearly) as for misty destroying the black box, do you realize the things she must have gone through/must have been feeling in order to even feel the need to do that?? and it’s not like she would have known everything that would proceed to happen over the next nineteen months. it’s not like she wanted people to die, and get eaten, and for them all to descend into madness. i believe she finally thought she could be useful in the wilderness. she would finally have a role to fill, and have something to be good at. something people would praise her for. an environment where people would finally appreciate her, and what she had to offer.

i don’t think it’s fair to judge misty so harshly, while praising other characters (and ignoring/defending their obvious flaws) who have literally done equally as heinous things. after all, this is a show that is literally rooted in cannibalism and forest cults!!!! pick your favourite character that has most definitely done atrocious things, and move on. let’s all hold hands and be nice to each other please and thank you!!!

okay rant over!!! (if you actually read this whole thing you seriously deserve a medal. this is all gibberish, and incoherent nonsense that has been brought on by my insane hyperfixation on misty quigley. there was probably nothing of substance in that whole rant. anyways thank you :-))

[flightfoot]

Hey I was wondering if there were any creative MLB AUs you could rec? I read ‘the cat burglars guide to unrobbing a girl’ and ‘second chances’ on AO3 and was looking for more. Thanks!

I don't know either of the fics you mentioned. I can rec some creative ML AUs though! I'm gonna focus on AUs that aren't just stock settings, e.g. I'm not putting something like a soulmate AU or a witch AU on here unless it does something creative with that AU.

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in case you don't know me tomorrow by @thelibraryloser

“We live in a crazy world where pieces of our lives can be erased like they never even happened. I just wanted to memorize this moment so… so I could keep it, if that makes sense.” Adrien's heart gave a little flutter. She wanted to keep this moment, meeting him. She wanted to keep… him. “I understand exactly what you mean." In a world that has created a way to selectively delete memories, no moment is truly safe. So how do you hold on to something when the memory of it is gone? And how do you keep fighting for someone when you're the only one who remembers?

This is a SEVERELY underrated fic. It’s got some shades of “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” in the world, though the plot is very different - the memory erasure ain’t willing.

Basically, the first few chapters are establishing Adrien’s and Marinette’s romance, and then the rest of the fic is dealing with Gabriel being an absolute DICK and using any means at his disposal to break them apart. It’s fantastic and I highly recommend reading it!

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Anchor by @liiinerle

“Marinette. Please take that sabre out of your neck.” “Right. Thanks. I forgot it was there.” She grabbed hold of the guard and pulled; the blade slid out like it had only been run through butter. After dropping it on the floor, she picked up one of the teacups and picked up a biscuit from a tin she’d brought in; she placed the biscuit on the saucer plate and handed the whole thing to Kagami, who could only really resign herself to accepting it. ----- Marinette has raised Kagami from the dead, and also happens to be dead herself. It turns out some bad choices were made in the past. But that doesn't mean they'll lead to bad outcomes for them now.

I love this, Marinette’s incredibly blase about being a zombie - which makes sense, given how long she’s had to get used to the idea. And she’s waited so long, tried so hard to bring Kagami back as well, though if she didn’t WANT to be back, she’d accede to that request. Luckily, Kagami doesn’t seem to mind as long as she’s with Marinette XD.

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The Mer-Human Race by @rosie-b

Bringing her hand closer to his lips, Adrien tried to plant a kiss on it, but Marinette pulled away before his lips could touch her. “Save it for your girlfriend,” she said teasingly. “Or do you still not have one yet?” Adrien smirked and crossed his arms. “It’s a girl,” he said. “And I know her in real life. That’s all you get. Now, let’s get back to planning, shall we? We have a mermaid to beat.”

Lovely world-building here! Merfolk and humans have had a treaty for a long time, so there’s a tradition where merfolk can challenge humans to a race, and whoever wins gets to ask for a reasonable sort of reward (in Marinette’s case, she wants to be allowed to captain a ship at a younger age than is usually allowed). Alya, Nino, and Adrien are naturally very encouraging towards Marinette, and luckily for her, a nice merman going by the name of Chat Noir shows up and challenges her to a race…

Yeah you can see where this is going XD. It’s fun, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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The Parable of the Caller by @nemaliwrites

A week after Hawk Moth’s identity has been revealed, Adrien finds himself with nowhere to go, nothing he can do, and worst of all, strange gaps in his memory he can’t explain. In a stroke of luck, he stumbles upon a burner phone filled with voicemails from one of the Saviors of Paris: Chat Noir himself, who disappeared following Hawk Moth’s arrest. But with each new voicemail Adrien listens to, he’s forced to confront the fact that there might be some kind of connection between himself and Chat Noir — and discovering it might leave him more broken than before.

I absolutely adore this fic, it’s a fantastic character study for Adrien! Basically in this universe, Ladybug and Chat Noir talked about who should be Guardian, with Chat eventually convincing her that he should be the one to take it on, primarily due to the whole “the Guardian gets amnesia about Miraculous-related matters” situation, and wanting to protect Ladybug from that. Then he finds out Gabriel is Hawk Moth, they take him down, and he relinquishes the Miracle Box and his guardianship to Su Han - all without having a Reveal with Ladybug, since well, he’s not in the greatest shape mentally at the time.

It’s a real treat to see Adrien’s thoughts and feelings about one of the Heroes of Paris leaving him all these voicemails, treating him like this close friend for reasons he doesn’t understand, and just seeing Chat Noir as this outside person. He’s got a very different viewpoint on Chat when looking from the outside than he would from the inside, with being able to see his heroic and good qualities far more easily when he doesn’t know that he is Chat.

Also Marinette’s struggling in the background of the fic with the loss of her partner and guilt over sending Adrien’s father to prison. It gets touched on at various points, and you can tell that she’s having her own story off to the side that we’re just not entirely privy to, what with this tale being told entirely from Adrien’s perspective.

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See This Chance by @19thsentry-blog

Luka died in 2016. Yep. Crushed by the Arc de Triumph when Mayura’s Robustus slammed into it. It was kind of a big deal, but once you’re dead, you’re dead—especially when there’s no Lucky Charm to bring you back. Luka’s been dealing with it in the typical ways. Written for FeLuka week 2023.

Yes, this is FeLuka. Not one of the typical ships I read, but I ain’t opposed to it, and this is a nice foray into the pairing. I love ghost AUs! Luka’s just fumbling around, unsure what to do with his incorporeal existence, until he starts haunting Felix. It’s an intriguing plot and I gotta admit, I wish it was longer so it could be fleshed out more, but what’s here is good.

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Stone Streak by KingXuppu

Ladybug and Violet Tigress had been fighting the mysterious Duskwing for eight years now. Through the years, the two have grown stronger together and even gotten married, they are waiting until they finally beat Duskwing to start a family. At least, that was the plan. When Juleka gets confronted with the realization that her friends are starting families of their own, she realizes just how badly she wants to be a mother. Due to unfortunate circumstances, Juleka and Marinette get the chance to adopt Juleka's young modeling friend Adrien. Maybe they aren't quite a traditional family, but with magic, rockstars, and fame, normal was never an option. Via Discovery: There are actually two terms of venery for tigers, depending on the makeup of the group. The first is a streak of tigers and this refers to a female tiger and her cubs.

Now this is a rare pairing, there’s not a lot of Julenette fics! Adrien and Rose actually have some ship tease going on, the whole kid group in canon got broken up into two groups here, one that remained around canon age (so like 13) which notably consists of Chloe, Rose, and Adrien, and then I think everyone else are adults in their mid-twenties. It’s weird seeing Adrien as Marinette’s and Juleka’s son, but hey it works! I love how Juleka really showed Adrien the ropes on modeling and became a Mama tiger for him, the fic’s mostly just very sweet, though with a surprisingly dark final act.

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Experimental Feeding by Machina_Fun_T

Plagg eats Destruction*. Tikki eats Creation*. They don't explain that to their holders. *Warning - This diet has side effects.

I just found the whole idea here fascinating. Basically, Plagg and Tikki prefer to eat things that align with their concept somehow, and even get boosts from them. They decide not to explain the details to their Holders though (just to mess with them I think) which prompts Adrien and Marinette to both do a lot of experimentation to figure out what their kwami likes to eat the most.

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A Young Witch's Guide to Cats, Curses, and Courtship by @aidanchaser

On the subject of a young witch’s comportment, there are a variety rules that must govern his or her behavior. Most chiefly, a young witch should concern themselves with the rules of familiars, spellwork, and hospitality. Marinette, an amateur witch with dreams of opening her own shop to sell her charms and potions, spends her days assisting her parents with their bakery and her nights working a stand at the magical Midnight Market. Her busy routine is interrupted by a young gentlemen with green eyes, who very shyly accepts her offer of a dance. But when she runs into him the next day, he is nothing but brusque and downright disrespectful. The only thing more fickle than his attitude, it seems, is his cat. The more she tries to figure him out, the more she is dragged into his world of mischief, high society, and curses. If she could just figure out how he really feels about her, then maybe she’d be willing to admit how she really feels about him…

I absolutely ADORE the magic system in this fic, it's so fleshed out and unique and honestly, I feel like it could be used for a full-blown novel. So much is about intention and finding the right flourish or materials that give the emotional vibe you want for a spell to do what you intend it to, it's fascinating.

I love the intricacies of the story as well. Marinette keeps running into Felix and Adrien, but one of them is a cat and one of them is human, and they look identical so that gets confusing quickly. The old-timey vibes add a layer of social intrigue to everything, as Marinette not only has to unravel the mystery behind what's going on with Felix and Adrien and how to fix it but navigate complex hierarchy's and social norms as well.

If you like fantasy AUs, I highly recommend giving this one a try!

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Abider by @liiinerle

“Did someone bully you at school?” Kagami clutched Cheng-san’s shoulders. “N-no,” she mumbled. “Did you get a bad result?” “I, I haven’t been registered as a student yet…” “What made today a bad day, then?” said Cheng-san, oozing kindness and attentiveness. “Would you like to tell me?” No. No, she wouldn’t. There was no need to tell anyone something so private only the second time she met them, but also Cheng-san’s embrace was so kind, and yes. “My soulmate,” Kagami said, breathlessly. “I found out I can never have her.” “Ah,” said Cheng-san. “I should have guessed when I saw the two of you… you met her at fencing, didn’t you?” Kagami’s blood froze. She pushed herself free from the hug, stared into Sabine’s eyes. “How do you know that?” There was something about Cheng-san’s expression that felt different from before the hug started. An undertone that made it look like she suddenly hadn’t slept enough. “She is my daughter,” she said. --- Kagami has always dreamt about having a soulmate. And she gets one on her ninth birthday, a girl named Marinette - but Kagami's efforts to try and meet, let alone court, her soulmate, are repeatedly frustrated.

So this is an interesting take on soulmates. At the age of 9, everyone's able to summon a spirit who's said to be your soulmate. This spirit can physically interact with the world and can be channeled to help boost you, mentally and physically. Tsurugitech has a gadget that can scan a spirit and tell you who it is and where they live, which is very helpful for finding the person.

Problem is, the narrative of "your soulmate is your one true romantic partner for life" really doesn't hold up, especially when you can have one person as your soulmate, but they don't have you as their soulmate. Or someone has more than one soulmate. Even MANY more than one. Or a myriad of other circumstances that come up over the course of the story.

The story itself is less about the soulmate aspect per se though, and more about Marinette being almost commodified, considered a public good to an extent, and trying to stretch herself out across many people out of obligation, along with others sometimes trying to decide what's best for her without her input. It's reminiscent of what Adrien goes through in canon in fact, with how he's a teen celebrity, and how he's treated because of it.

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I Wish I Met You by @cookiedough77

Adrien's mother returns! But now, Adrien seems to acting different, everyone can notice it, even himself. Why can't he remember basic facts about himself?

So this is something I haven't really seen before. Ladybug and Chat Noir lose, leading to Gabriel making the Wish, sacrificing Adrien in order to bring back Emilie. But of course, people would notice if Adrien went missing, so he made a sentimonster copy of him. The whole story is from that copy's perspective, as he tries to figure out what's going on, why he can't remember things, and why so many little things about himself are different from how they're "supposed" to be.

I really loved getting into his emotions, his mindset. He's a person in his own right.

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I Was Lost by Lady_N

Soulmates were a funny thing. Not everyone had one, and there were multiple ways to tell if you did have one. Some people had marks that would change and bloom when they met their soulmates, others had the ability to write on their skin and have it appear on their soulmates body, and some had a little pixie creature who would look like their soulmate and be a constant companion until they met their soulmate. Adrien had the fourth type; Lost Objects, where whatever he lost would be sent to his soulmate. Whoever that was...

This is a great Lukadrien fic, I love how Luka and Adrien are able to send each other things by "losing" them, though they're not allowed to actually discover each other's identities that way. Adrien's so smitten with Luka it's adorable, I love that for him XD.

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Abstract Concepts by Plasmus_Dogmatic

Checking his notes once again, the mage gave a little smirk. The Prodigious worked perfectly as a test run, giving form and life to smaller ideas like courage and justice. He felt ready to tackle something bigger. ~OR~ Each Miraculous has a different kind of side effect. This impacts the wielders and the people in their lives, for better or for worse.

I love this series take on Miraculous side effects, it has tons of really short little chapters, like often around 500 words short, that go into the kind of wild side effects they have, how much they change the user, physically and psychologically.

While it's rated M, I think this should be fine for most teens. I think it's rated that for some of the descriptions of injuries that the characters get (not that those hamper them much), but I don't think it's all that graphic.

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Honey Bites by ZettaWhyNot

After being removed from the miraculous team, Chloe is moping on the roof of her hotel. Suddenly, she is attacked by a bat that bites her neck. She begins to experience many changes including a desire for blood, in particular Marinette's blood.

So this is just an adorable Chloenette fic. They're compelled to spend time together in order for Marinette to be able to help manage Chloe's vampire symptoms, but then they figure out that they LIKE spending time together, and well... I think you can tell where this is going XD.

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Affix by @liiinerle

Kagami closed the book halfway, with her thumb in the place she’d read from to keep the sides apart. She smiled straight at Multimouse. “I think you’ve been cut apart,” she said. “Like you used to be one person, and now you’re alone. And you need to find your missing half.” Multimouse merely nodded. She had no idea how to reply. “It’s different for you, of course. But maybe you were also cut apart in the past, so you’re double-cut…” “Being cut sounds scary.” Kagami also nodded. “Being cut apart sounds scarier. But maybe if you find the right other person to be with, it’s less scary.” “I’m not scared,” said Multimouse. --- After Kwamibuster, one of the Multimouse clones gets lost and breaks her leg... only for Kagami to find her, and try to nurse her back to health in her dollhouse.

I really like seeing the Singlemouse's thought process here, her mind's very muddled, and she doesn't understand all of what she's seeing or feeling, so the reader has to figure that stuff out based on her descriptions.

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the art of being a teenage werecat (and failing at it) by TheNamelessOne

Being a teenager is hard. Being Adrien Agreste — a famous model, a local superhero, and secretly a werecat — is even harder.

I love shapeshifter AUs! Gabriel's a dick, no surprise there, making Adrien hide who he is and confining him to only transforming in his room, when he NEEDS to be able to run around and feel the wind in his fur. Luckily, while ADRIEN is confined, CHAT NOIR isn't.

And it turns out that he's not the only Werebeast in the area...

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Cane by Ragoo

Adrien was twelve when the crash happened. It was raining hard, the kind of storm that made the roads shine like glass and the world blur at the edges. One minute, his mother was humming along to an old jazz record playing softly in the car; the next, there was screaming metal and shattered glass, a twist of motion that didn’t make sense. He remembered the silence that followed. The terrifying, unnatural silence. She died on impact. He survived. But not whole. --- Original concept of Adrien's cane. A little story and one-shot.

I love how this fic showed how bothered Adrien is by people hovering over him, while not downplaying how much chronic pain sucks. It feels very real.

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Shapeshifting AU by @11jj11

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Found by chance by Yilena

A girl trapped in a made-up world tries to break free and find a reason for living when nothing around her makes sense. Without a name, no home to return to, and her body moving against her will, she learns to enjoy the small things. AU. (an extra in a comic book wakes up without an identity.)

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Switch by lunadiane

(What if the Kwami were human, and the humans were Kwami?) A tiny gold creature with cat ears and a tail, nearly white, hovered above him, staring back with forest green eyes. Plagg was a completely ordinary boy who went to ordinary school. A classmate magically turning into a huge, destructive gorilla was not the weirdest thing to happen to Plagg today, this was.

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Imaginary Friend by Engineerd

Alya went back to typing on her screen. “You’re right,” she agreed. “All that pressure? No wonder Ladybug made herself a boyfriend.” “Chat Noir is not her boyfriend,” Marinette scoffed. In which Ladybug summons Chat Noir as her lucky charm one day. (She keeps summoning him.)

[abbotjack]

Hi! I love your writing SO much. You are incredibly gifted and so intelligent and just—- wow. Constantly amazed at everything you write.

I had a question about the latest installment of the Life We Grew series — specifically, when Jack is proposing.

While they’re in the throes of it (so good btw!!) he says the line “we’re alcoholics” and that threw me! I’d so greatly appreciate if you could expand on that and your thought process behind that because I was a little confused; are they actually alcoholics? Is Jack just joking? Nothing in their story ever led me to believe that and it felt like such a specific detail to include and I couldn’t stop bumping against it. And maybe (because I have my own personal history with alcoholism in my family) I just couldn’t stop thinking about whether it was true, whether it was a throwaway comment, etc. Curious to hear your thoughts on this line!

So appreciate you taking the time to respond to this if you have the capacity to do so.

Cannot wait to read more of whatever you write!

Hi anon — thank you so much for this message. For the honesty, the care, and the softness it takes to ask a question like this, especially when something doesn’t sit right. I really appreciate the way you phrased it, and how much thought you clearly gave before reaching out. I’m so grateful you’re reading this story with your whole heart — that means more to me than I can put into words.

So let’s talk about that line:

“I know we’re both fucking alcoholics.”

Right away, I want to say clearly and respectfully: no, Jack and the reader are not alcoholics. That line wasn’t meant to be literal, and it absolutely wasn’t meant to diagnose or define either of them. It also wasn’t meant to make light of something as real and heavy as addiction. I completely understand why the phrasing gave you pause — especially if you or someone close to you has lived through that experience — and I want to explain exactly what I meant by it, where it came from emotionally, and how it fits into the scene from a character and story perspective.

That moment — mid-proposal, pre-orgasm, trembling in the quiet dark — is Jack at his most emotionally stripped bare. He’s not performing. He’s not posturing. He’s not even thinking clearly. He’s doing what he never lets himself do in daylight: he’s asking for more. Asking for something permanent. Something safe. Something that could break his heart if he touches it wrong.

And Jack doesn’t know how to ask softly. He never learned. He didn’t grow up in softness. He didn’t serve in it. He doesn’t work in it. He lives in a world of triage and night shifts, of unrelenting chaos and controlled urgency. He’s the man who listens to a police scanner while off-duty, who comes in early and leaves late, who jokes about therapy because it’s the only thing keeping him from falling apart. He doesn’t believe he deserves love — he’s just trying to earn a piece of it before it slips through his hands.

So when he proposes, what comes out of his mouth first — before the tenderness, before the I love you, before the quiet grief of how long he’s waited — is a list of flaws. Of all the reasons she might say no. Of all the ways he’s convinced himself he’s going to ruin this.

“I know we won’t get married yet. I know we’re both fucking alcoholics. I know we argue over the thermostat and forget groceries and ruin bedsheets we don’t replace.”

And this is Jack’s language. His shorthand. His cracked, jagged, not-actually-true way of saying: We’re not perfect. We’re not balanced. We’re not living the kind of life that feels sustainable right now. But I need you to know I still want forever anyway.

Because here’s the thing: the reader isn’t a trauma doctor. She’s not part of his world in that way. She’s an accountant — sharp, brilliant, holding her own in a firm full of high-stakes pressure, deadlines, and polished precision. Her life runs on structure. On systems. On numbers that reconcile at the end of the day. Jack’s life doesn’t. His world is unrelenting and bloody and full of grief he can’t process fast enough to name. Their connection shouldn’t work — and yet, it does. It’s the contrast that gives him hope.

But in that contrast, there’s tension too. She’s steadier. She’s better at controlling the chaos. And Jack knows that. It’s part of what humbles him about her. It’s also part of what terrifies him. Because in his mind, she could leave. She could walk away and find someone more stable.

And so when he says that line, what he really means is: "I know you’ve seen me on my worst days — the nights when I show up late, the mornings I smell like sweat and adrenaline, the weeks I work through without noticing I’m bleeding. I know you drink to come down and I drink to stay numb and neither of us wants to talk about what that means. But I still want this. I want you. I want to try.”

The word choice is harsh. Abrasive. And in retrospect, it might have landed softer if I’d written “I know we’re both coping like shit” or “I know we both use things to survive that aren’t good for us.” But Jack — in that exact moment — is not editing. He’s not filtering. He’s offering her the rawest version of himself, even if it comes out in dark humor and cracked honesty.

That’s the kind of man he is. He doesn’t believe in polishing the truth before presenting it. He believes in laying it out like a battlefield map: here are the landmines. Here’s where I fall short. Here’s the part where I might hurt you. But I want you anyway. Please tell me you want me too.

And what’s beautiful — what makes the moment theirs — is that the reader understands him. She knows what he means. She doesn’t hear addiction. She hears fear. She hears honesty. She hears Jack offering her the mess first, so she can still choose him knowing it’s not perfect. And she does. She puts the ring on herself. She says yes with her whole body. She meets him in the wreckage and says, I’m not scared anymore. I’m home.

So to return to your very thoughtful question — no, the reader and Jack are not alcoholics. That line wasn’t written to label them. It wasn’t written to make light of addiction. It was written to reflect how people who are scared of being loved sometimes speak — too sharply. Too honestly. Without polish. With the fear so loud in their throats they have to say something bold just to feel like they have control over how they’re seen.

And I also want to say: I take your concern seriously. Language matters. And I’ll always strive to be intentional in how I write it. I never want a reader to feel unseen, especially when it comes to something as sensitive and personal as addiction. I’m really grateful that you gave me the space to explain, and even more grateful that you asked instead of turning away.

Thank you again — from the bottom of my heart — for reading with such care. And for trusting me with your question. I’m so glad you’re here. Sending all my love 🖤

[palelaboratory]

Death Island Jill Valentine Headcanons | Parent's colleague version

۶ৎ I am incredibly obsessed with Death Island Jill, as clearly mentioned in my pinned post. So, I'll probably be posting a thousand more posts about this version of her.

۶ৎ Disclaimer — Major, mommy issues here, I want to make this series (hopefully the next post of DI Jill) a little dark.

۶ৎ Any form of interaction is highly appreciated, thank you mwah.

ꪆৎ She never stops you when you show up unannounced at her apartment, just gives you that same look. “Does your mother know?” Her way of pretending like she hasn’t come to expect your knock every other week. Checking the hallways after letting you in, just in case someone followed you. She questions your presence like she’s got better things to do, but never asks you to leave. Jill’s usually always working, things spread across her table, a little mess and a little life, reports she never really explains, although she lets you look through them sometimes. "Wanna help?". She asks, monotoned. You always wanted to; an aching desire to impress her, to lift something off her shoulders. You’ve caught her staring when she thinks you’re not looking. She never says it, but your presence steadies her, she realizes now and then, like an obvious reminder that there'll always be something waiting for her beyond the work.

ꪆৎ She pretends to be doing your parents a favor, stopping your legs whenever they're shaking under the restaurant table, eyes focused on whoever is talking, fingers slightly digging into your thigh as a warning before softly squeezing it as a reward for stopping. She never looks at you when she does it. It’s her way of keeping you still, a quiet way of authority. Also, perhaps, a subtle way of letting your parents know she’s watching over you, slowly, unmistakably, claiming a kind of ownership of their daughter, without making a thing of it.

ꪆৎ “You need to stop showing up like this. I’m tired of your parents calling me,” she mutters as she opens the hotel door, her gaze lingers as you step inside, shopping bags in hand, already talking. You went on and on, pulling pieces from your haul with gratitude and excitement, watching her expression for cracks.

ꪆৎ She tries not to stare when you bend to adjust the bow on your new heels, but her eyes catch on to the soft glimpse of fabric riding higher than it should. You notice, but say nothing, just smile and twirl, your dress catching air, heels tapping softly along the hotel carpet as you strut your hips on the private runway.

ꪆৎ “Lovely,” is all she says, too flat to be convincing.

ꪆৎ You raise a brow then walk towards her with slow purpose. Hands on her shoulders, leaning in, close enough to test her restraint. “You sure?” you ask, voice light but knowing.

ꪆৎ “I’ve got a dinner in a few hours.” she reminds with a sigh, brushing you off with gentle finality. You step back, accepting defeat, while she curses the company dinner under her breath.

ꪆৎ You always listened to whatever she had to say. Most of the time, you had to ask first. Before every meeting, you made sure to do your own research, always wanting to impress her. Even when the topic didn’t interest you, you asked anyway, just to hear her talk. The way she paused to think, the way she shifted in her seat to face you, the way she answered your questions clearly without dumbing anything down. She never talked to you like you were a kid, she respected you as the young adult you were. And you respected her too. That’s what you told yourself as you sat there, forcing yourself not to blatantly stare, not to eye-fuck her across the table.

ꪆৎ Once, the two of you joined a short tour group for fun, only to get left behind when you stopped to fuss over a stray kitten. “You know we paid thirty dollars for this,” she scolded, arms crossed as the kitten meowed non-stop as you gently stroked its fur. Only took a few minutes to convince her as the two of you slipped away to hunt down the nearest convenience store. You grabbed a small treat bag, something manageable. She came back around the corner with a much larger one.

ꪆৎ "Jill, I don’t think it can eat that much-”

ꪆৎ “Hurry up. It’s waiting for us,” she said, already walking ahead.

[thornybubbles]

The Cat Came Back (Followup) The Morioh Gang reactions

Note: This is a follow up piece to “The Cat Came Back” in which the Reader finds themselves in the possession of the Stand, Killer Queen and asks Josuke for help. The following is just showing how the other characters would react. So headcanons I guess… You can find the original story this is based on here: 

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Josuke: You already saw his initial reaction when you told him about your unwanted Stand, but there was a lot that Josuke left unsaid, mostly because he didn’t want you to see just how disturbed he really was. He can’t even imagine what you must be going through. This whole situation is horrific and… well… bizarre. It was bad enough that you were targeted and held hostage by Kira during the final confrontation, but now you’re stuck with Kira’s Stand as your own. He still doesn’t understand how something like that could even happen. How does a living person end up with a dead man’s Stand? It’s even more confusing if you consider how Reimi said that Kira died. If both user and Stand were torn apart by ghostly arms, then how is the Stand still active? And why, WHY, WHY, is it acting as your Stand now? Josuke never wanted you to get involved in the crazy, dangerous world of Stand users, but you are now and he can’t help but blame himself. If he had never become friends with you, then maybe you wouldn’t have run into Kira that day and this wouldn’t be happening to you now. He really, really hopes that Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation can help you with this, because this is one thing he knows he can’t fix. Just like with the death of his grandfather, he feels helpless and frustrated. But to you, he’s a beacon of calm acceptance. He’ll never let you see how shook up he is because you don’t need that right now. 

Okuyasu: He takes it pretty badly. He finds the whole situation to be freaky and incredibly unfair. Expect a lot of angry crying from him in the beginning. 

“Whaaaaat??!!” he shouts. “What the hell is this?! How does something like that even happen?! Can’t that creepy hand-humping bastard go haunt someone else?!” 

He insists that Josuke could probably fix it if he used Crazy Diamond to bring you back to a state before you became a Stand user, but Josuke explains that his powers don’t work like that. Okuyasu is so desperate that he even suggests, to everyone’s horror, that he could use The Hand to erase Killer Queen. That idea is very quickly shot down by Josuke. 

“Think about it, Okuyasu,” Josuke says. “If you erase a person’s Stand it’s like erasing their soul! Do you want to do that to our friend?” 

Okuyasu realizes his idea was awful, but dammit he wants to help okay? He feels helpless and frustrated that he can’t think of anything useful in this situation. He just wants the Stand to go away and leave you alone. He even goes so far as to ask you to summon Killer Queen just so he can say that to the Stand’s face. 

“Listen here you pink cat bastard!” he practically spits at the Stand. “You better fuck off and leave our friend alone or I’m gonna make your life a living hell!!!” 

Killer Queen merely stares Okuyasu down until the delinquent actually starts feeling a little nervous. Then the Stand has the nerve to give him a wry little smile and duck down to nuzzle his head against yours. Freaked out, you dismiss him and Okuyasu rages. It’s going to take a LOOOOOOOONG time for Okuyasu to come to terms with your new status as a Stand user. 

Koichi: Koichi is horrified, not just at the situation, but he is very worried for you. Like everyone else, he’s baffled at how you could end up with someone else’s Stand. Not only that, but Koichi is the first to notice that there’s something different about Killer Queen now that it’s attached to you. The Stand seems more lively and sentient with you than it did with Kira, even going so far as to mock others and show you unwanted affection. It was far, far more reserved with Kira. What did that mean exactly? Did it have to do with your personality having an effect on its behavior? He wants to offer you all the support and comfort that he can as your friend but he can’t ignore the creeping feeling of dread that comes over him when he’s in your presence now. He tries not to let it show, because the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s afraid of you. You have enough to worry about without having to consider if your friends fear you now. 

Koichi starts doing research on Stands and Stand users, hoping to find something he can use to help you. Maybe there’s a way to separate a user from their Stand without hurting them? Of course, he has considered your feelings on the matter. Would you want to be separated from Killer Queen? Koichi will never say this out loud, but he has a terrible fear that a little bit of Kira’s personality has remained within Killer Queen and that there may be a possibility that Kira’s violent tendencies will start to manifest within you. He really hopes that isn’t the case. He doesn’t want Kira somehow hurting anyone else from beyond the grave, least of all one of his closest friends. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you started turning violent…

Jotaro: As per usual, Jotaro’s reaction is minimal when he first finds out, but his eyes are filled with a myriad of emotions: anger, shock, horror, and exhaustion. Especially the last one. Jotaro is so very tired. It’s bad enough that he’s still having to deal with DIO’s evil influence on the world even after the blood-sucking asshole’s death, but now Kira’s Stand has fused itself with your soul and is acting as your Stand. What is it with villains and the need to cling to the living world even after their very deserved deaths? Jotaro is oddly reminded of that stupid old kid’s song he heard when he was very young: 

But the cat came back the very next day

The cat came back, they thought he was a goner

But the cat came back, it just couldn't stay away

That did seem to be the case with Kira. Though, Killer Queen wasn’t Kira’s Stand anymore so it technically wasn’t Kira anymore either. He couldn’t ignore that fact. Killer Queen was your Stand now. Like Koichi, he could sense a difference in the Stand now that it was yours. It seemed more sentient than it was with Kira and he wasn’t blind to the mocking smile the thing would give him and the others. That was worrying. That and how affectionate it seemed towards you. It very clearly recognized and accepted you as its new user. This sudden level of sentience it displayed was disturbing.

The whole thing annoyed him. Just like Koichi, he feared that some of Kira’s influence still lingered within Killer Queen and could have an effect on you. It didn’t help that you didn’t seem to have the best control over the Stand, due to the fact that it sometimes materialized when you didn’t want it to and how it hesitated when you tried to dismiss it. That settles it. He was going to train you on how to control Killer Queen before the thing decided to control you. From now on, you can expect to be dragged along whenever Jotaro is showing Josuke how to better control Crazy Diamond. He would work with the Speedwagon Foundation in order to better understand your condition and help you in any way he could. He made a silent vow to himself that he would not let Kira’s influence corrupt you. 

Rohan: Surprisingly, Rohan is the one to take the news the hardest, but he’s also the one to find something close to a solution to your problem. 

Next to Koichi, you’re one of the few people he puts any value in. When you reveal Killer Queen to him his first response is to recoil in fear (let’s not forget the multiple deaths he had to endure because of the Stand’s user). After that he gets angry. 

“If this is supposed to be a prank, it’s not funny! Did Josuke put you up to this? I never realized that low-life had such a demented sense of humor…” he says.

When you explain to him that it isn’t a prank and he realizes that Killer Queen has indeed become your Stand, he starts acting as if you just informed him that you had a terminal illness and only had a year to live. You watch as the poor man goes through all seven stages of grief in a matter of moments.

Denial: “This has to be a joke. I won’t believe that it’s true! Something like this is impossible! How can you have a dead man’s Stand!?” 

Anger: “How could you let something like this happen?! I know it’s not your fault, that’s not the point! Surely you could have done something to stop it?! And where was Josuke or that nitwit, Okuyasu?! Why didn’t they do something?! I’m not shouting, you’re shouting!!” 

Bargaining: “I’ll give you an autograph if you say that you’ve been messing with me this whole time! I won’t even get angry, I promise! What about one of my unpublished manuscripts? One of my figurines? You… you’re really not joking about this are you?” 

Depression: He goes over to his desk and just sits there staring out the window. You don’t get a response out of him but you notice the tears rolling down his face and you’re shocked. The “Great” Rohan Kishibe is actually shedding tears? And on your behalf? After a moment he wipes his face and starts talking to you as if nothing happened. 

Acceptance: “This isn’t ideal, but it isn’t the end of the world. You say that Jotaro’s been teaching you how to better control Killer Queen? That’s good. Now you won’t have to worry about it hurting anyone you don’t want it to.” 

At some point during the conversation, Rohan jumps up from his seat and grabs the sides of his head with disbelief. 

“I cannot believe I didn’t think of this.” he mutters. 

“Think of what?” you ask, hoping he has thought of some kind of solution to your problem. 

“We’ll use Heaven’s Door to prevent you from losing control over Killer Queen!” 

You stared at him, mouth open in surprise. How had no one considered that before now? 

“Give me your hand.” Rohan says and you oblige. 

Heaven’s Door manifests next to him and the little Stand touches the back of your hand. You stare at him amazed, having never seen him up until that moment. You are startled as the back of your hand flips open like a tiny book. You see writing on the inside of it, but don’t have time to read any of it before Rohan grabs a pen and jots something down in the margins of the page. It says, 

“I have complete and total control over my Stand, Killer Queen. It will never harm anyone that is not a threat to me or my loved ones.” 

Then Heaven’s Door flips the book closed and your hand returns to normal. 

“Now, that settles that!” Rohan says with a self satisfied grin. “Really I’m surprised you hadn’t come to me sooner…” 

While Rohan is congratulating himself, you take the time to lean up and give him a kiss of gratitude on his cheek. 

“You’re the best, Rohan!” you say, overflowing with relief and thankfulness. 

Rohan freezes mid-sentence, a stunned expression on his face. For a full minute he just stands there staring with his mouth open in shock and a hint of pink dusting his normally pale cheeks. At first you thought that you might have crossed a line and he’d start shouting at you, but he doesn’t. Then you start worrying if you’ve broken him. 

“Rohan?” You ask. 

This seems to snap the manga creator out of his stunned state. Without saying a word, he turns on his heel, marches over to his desk, plops down in the chair and starts scribbling away in a notebook. 

“....rapid heart beat….feelings of almost unbearable euphoria…” 

He stops to reach up and touch his face then immediately goes back to writing.

“...cheeks feel like they’re on fire….” 

You blink at him, not knowing what to say or do. You guess he’s gone into work mode. There’s not much you can do to break him out of that once his creative juices start flowing. You decide to leave and go tell the others the good news. 

“Okay, well. I guess I’ll go let Josuke and the others know. I’m sure they’ll be relieved.” you say. 

“Later, Rohan.” 

You start to leave when Rohan suddenly turns to you with a serious expression. 

“Before you go, I want it to be known here and now that if you tell anyone, especially Josuke, that I cried, I will never speak to you again.” 

Your lips twitch as you hold back a laugh. 

“You’re secret’s safe with me, Rohan-sensei.” you say.

[hyperfixingfr]

I'm putting this in the tags for the people who are sending me rude asks. Please do the mature thing and just don't send me nasty things. Thanks.

For the last time since I keep getting nasty fucking asks about it insulting me and calling me names; I am not tryna run none of you people outta this damn fandom and that was never my goal so quit playing victim and pretending I am. This is a fandom for everyone, obviously... Which is why I criticize when you guys treat it like it isn't. I was trying countless times yesterday to drop the conversation when the person arguing with me kept insisting that they had an issue with me talking about an aspect they didn't like, because they were arguing with me over an opinion I had that they didn't like, not over something that mattered. This aspect personally affected me, and many others in the server. This isn't an aspect I enjoy people pretending is cute or funny because it caused very, very real damage to things like body positivity. I don't try to fight with ANYONE here, ever. My entire goal in these situations is to educate when someone believes this is bad behavior by explaining why it's problematic to gloss over this aspect or glorify it when it was a very real issue. Please, ask yourself why you're beefing with a minor. I beg of you. This person had no intention to listen to me, OR the server owner, when we told them that they can have different opinions and simply ignore it if they don't like it. They also ignored the countless attempts at de-escalating the situation, proving they just wanted to argue about it.

I should also mention this person said some really nasty things that implied I was apart of cancel culture, or on the "everything is problematic" bandwagon which is kind of implying they think that criticizing bigotry is wrong, even when it's coming from the minority group it affected. My criticizing of a media is not disliking of a media, nor is it "cancel culture". I am not trying to CANCEL a show from the 2000s. I am merely pointing out its flaws. If you can't handle being apart of a morally flawed show's fandom, don't be apart of it. Not only that, but this person made passive aggressive comments such as "wow you ramble a lot" completely unnecessarily when I was speaking. Why was this needed? I know I do. Why are you trying to insinuate that my passion about the subject is weird? Either way, I wasn't trying to have this fight. They were. This person said a lot of insensitive things to me, claiming I pulled the autism card when I rebuttaled the "wow you ramble a lot" stuff, telling me they had an issue with me merely discussing a topic that was 100% allowed in the server (stated by the server owner, the channel was allowed for criticism), and was overall very passionate about putting me in the wrong for simply pointing out and discussing the flaws of a show because it was brought up. That's not okay and that's incredibly judgy. I dunno why this person can't admit they're wrong, but it's not hard to understand that my criticism is not unwarranted nor is it unwelcome. I did nothing wrong by speaking about it in a channel that directly said criticism was allowed.

Do not play victim when you started the argument AND fueled the argument when people tried to stop it. Simple as. I'm really hoping this person realizes they're wrong and apologizes appropriately like a mature adult, because this is ridiculous. This is such a stupid thing for them to have fought me over and no one's gonna be upset if they just... Did the right thing and apologize. This applies to ANY of you who mess up. If you mess up and realize you've done something you shouldn't have, just apologize man. Especially in a case like this where the person was arguing over "toma-to, tamato-e" or whatever. They didn't like my WARRENTED opinion and they got on my ass about it repeatedly, and I got nothing out of asking them why they held it because their response was basically "you don't like this media how I like it, so you can't possibly like it, get out". Hence, them asking why I'm in a server of fans if I... "Don't like the show". Simply because I criticized an aspect.

Please, if any of you don't believe me, the server is open for the public. You can go in there and see the conversation yourself. I am not hiding myself at all from this, and I'm glad to share evidence that I did just as I said and they did just as I said. This is a stupid fvking argument and any of you still dragging it on should be ashamed for thinking this is worth arguing about. People have opinions, leave it at that. What happened to respecting valid stances?

[frozenjokes]

Cubscarian but if they become alter egos...

Sculk!cub would just be those uncles that works in a black Market or something selling sculk and he's like "yuhhh come here and have a bag of sculk.... Yuhh spread th souls and spread the sculk" (worse case scenario it's vex anr just spreading vex magic with scar)

Grian is just WATCHING WATCHING WATCHING

I was going to draw a comic for this but 1) I am having a small wrist flare up and 2) I’m choosing kindness because it would have to be Long and I don’t care so instead you’re getting an elsa approved famous Long Answer 👍

This did make me have ideas. Skulk Cub (and Grian) already happened as skulk sickness is canon to the universe and acts a lot like a very contagious infection. If you’re interested in the specifics you can read Without Thorns where all this is explained, but the jist is this.

however

there have been no vex mentions or anything in any of the fics as it just hasn’t really come up, and given that scar and cub really only met properly when the fics begin, there would be no history. But this could certainly change! You can probably tell by the sheer amount of cubscar on my blog that I Like Convex. Cub and Scar can get a little possessed….. as a treat… me when the bestie and I find funny masks with an odd cryptic engraving above them so the first thing we do is put them on and kiss with tongue and uh oh. we aren’t alone in our bodies anymore! I actually am a huge fan of possession/losing control of your body as an angst thing but none of this would be angst it would be peak Silly because cub and scar are going to walk their asses home with their silly little wings and their silly little masks and their silly little maniacal laughs and scar will say hi Grian! I’ve developed a taste for human flesh! and Grian isn’t going to look up. but then cub and scar are going to start Evil Laughing at fucking nothing and Grian is going to:

wh. hey. wait one fucking second.

Grian had an extremely bad time during the duration of Cub’s skulk sickness. Not only was Cub galavanting across the countryside spreads sickness and generally just disappearing for hours-days at the time, he was super dying, and trying to stop someone who won’t listen to sense who is also super dying from skulk sickness is a bit of a stressful endeavor, really.

he won’t take this well. But as a new man with better coping skills, he is going to march his ass to Mumbo’s apartment and get support from his other friends like a stable and healthy adult 👍 that is. Until Mumbo makes a joke about Grian simply getting back at them by getting possessed himself. Then he gets the brain worms. Then NO ONE can stop him from doing something incredibly stupid! so mycelium, huh? how do we feel about mycelium.

cue two chaos causing maniacs (one of which is a MAJOR problem being that he is hOtgUy) feuding with one incredibly pissy shit stirrer (again, MAJOR ISSUE given that he is a celebrity) duking it out using the city as a playground, and if we’re being honest, probably having the time of their lives.

mumbo probably saves the day somehow. then they all kiss. cumscarian win or whatever.

all of this ends with a mother spore induced gender crisis and Grian starts using she/him pronouns as god fucking intended. happy hermitcrafting!

[sc4rrc]

"Slow, calculated."

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════════════════════ - 2012!Leo x anxious!reader - Head cannons - "Slow, calculated." - Fluff - Warnings: None

Request: Head cannons of Leo with a partner who struggles with constantly feeling anxious about the smallest of situations, something which slightly worsens as she goes through her training as a Kunoichi. A/N: (This is based on my own issues with doubting myself about quite a lot of things. So please, don't assume that this would immediately apply to everyone else.) ════════════════════

Knowing that your concentration is suffering during training, Leo does his best to keep you grounded. He holds one of your hands as new techniques are explained, standing close by your side as you listen. When you start to spiral, he gently guides you to breathe out and silence the negative thoughts, just a few of the things he’s learned work well for you.

Your hands don’t really get sweaty when you’re nervous. In fact, they feel quite dry, which isn’t always the most satisfying sensation for you. But to Leo? He doesn’t care. Hand-holding is his go-to move for comfort, and it helps keep you from fidgeting or overthinking. Honestly, he adores holding your hands—he’d do it just as often even if anxiety wasn’t an issue. It’s a grounding gesture, for both of you.

Once, during a particularly rough time in your life, everything seemed to build up all at once. Family pressures, maintaining friendships, juggling college, and training to become a kunoichi—all of it felt like too much. Fighting alongside the turtles against constant threats didn’t make it any easier. You just broke down.

At first, you went radio silent. Messages stayed on “delivered” for longer than usual, something Leo noticed right away. When gentle check-ins didn’t work, his worry grew. Eventually, he made—broke—his way into your apartment to make sure you were okay.

What he found was hard to see. "Mess" didn’t even begin to cover it. You were bouncing from one task to another, trying to fix everything at once: reorganizing a shelf, rechecking assignments, cleaning dishes you’d already washed twice. It was like you were trying to outrun your own thoughts. When Leo tried to talk, question after question seemed to irritate you further. He backed off for a moment, watching the situation before stepping in gently.

Leo doesn’t fight your chaos with commands or frustration. Instead, he grounds you. He’s a steady presence, wrapping his hands around yours to still them as he quietly whispers, “Hey, breathe with me.” He doesn't stop until your breathing syncs with his—slow and deliberate. Once you’re calmer, he works with you to organize what’s on your mind, one step at a time, and reassures you that it’s okay to pause and prioritize yourself.

Leo quickly realizes that your anxiety spikes before training sessions, especially when new things are introduced or you're partnered for sparring. To help, the two of you take a few moments to stretch together, exchanging light banter or quiet reassurances. It's his way of easing you into the moment before the pressure begins.

After missions, Leo is always the first to check in with you. He knows how your mind tends to spiral over things like "Did I do enough?" or "What if I messed up and someone got hurt?" He’s firm but gentle, reminding you of the good you did, pointing out your contributions, and offering constructive advice only if you ask for it.

On nights when your thoughts won’t let you sleep, Leo sneaks out of the lair and comes to you. He brings your favourite tea (or whatever comforts you) and stays with you until you’ve talked out everything on your mind. If words are hard to find, he’ll gladly sit in companionable silence, offering his shoulder for support.

In group situations, Leo is incredibly observant of your moods. If he notices your anxiety creeping in, he’ll casually bump his hand against yours or rest a hand on your back for a second. It’s a discreet reminder that he’s there if you need him, without drawing attention to you.

As someone who practices mindfulness regularly, Leo starts encouraging you to meditate with him. At first, it’s hard for you to sit still or quiet your thoughts, but his patient guidance helps you find small victories. Over time, it becomes a shared practice, and you start to look forward to these peaceful moments with him.

If he senses you’re overcommitting yourself—whether it’s in training, missions, or personal life—Leo isn’t afraid to intervene. He gently reminds you that rest is as important as effort, even if it feels selfish to you. He loves you to bits, and wouldn't want to see you constantly hurt by your doubts. ════════════════════ A/N: I've done my best with this—but then again, I wasn't in the best of moods while writing it. Writing helps me when I'm feeling strong emotions about things, no matter if they are good or bad, but I am not sure how much it helped me right now. I've been a little down today, since I kind of got ditched by my best friend, so I am obviously kind of annoyed. But I hope everyone is happy with this set of head cannons. - I do NOT give permission for any of my work to be republished on any other sites, or even here. Not Ao3, not Wattpad, nowhere. This is simply for entertainment purposes and I would appreciate respecting this.

[ericcarrshairbrush]

Eric Carr x Reader but it's a fluffy smut bc y/n (female ofc) is a total anxiety freak who's part of KISS crew (best friend and someone who works for and help the band) and I'm picturing some sort of pre-show thing 😶‍🌫️

I'm sorry it took a while. But I had to find the right words haha. I really love this idea, and I hope it's how you picured it. And if you want anything changed let me know😌 Now I won't waste any more of your time. Let's just get right into it😅

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⚠️Extreme Smut⚠️

Also... I know the picture is from 1981

and not 1980 but... LET'S JUST SAY IT IS🤣🤣

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{🤍The drummer isn't so innocent after all🤍}

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It's a Sunday morning in July 1980. The window shakes and rattles by the strong wind blowing outside, waking you up from your sleep.

You grunt and throw the pillow over your face to try and muffle the incredibly, annoying sound from the window.

You clunch the pillow and let out a roar as you throw it across the room. Stroking your palms over your face before angleling your head towards your alarm clock.

"FUCK!" You shout out as you throw yourself out of bed.

You jump around the apartment with your pants half pulled up in complete and utter stress before you throw yourself for the car keys and rush out the door.

You rush to your car and insert the key. "Come on you bastard!" You scream out when the car doesn't start. "You goddamn pile of junk!" You hit the dashboard with full force, causing the engine to react.

When you finally arrive at work, you see Bill, their manager. Standing with his arms crossed and a tired expression on his face. “This is the fourth time y/l/n…” He sighs.

"I know I~" You tried to explain yourself, but you knew it would just be the same excuse as always.

"You overslept..." He continued, knowing exacly what you were going to say.

"I'm sorry! I... It won't happen again!"

"It better not!"

You opened your mouth to say something, but he just gave you a glare saying 'go to work.'

Since Eric was quite new to the band, he needed some help with his makeup, and since you always worked with him, and often talked, a friendship bonded.

"It's worse isn't it?' He suddenly asked as you helped him with his 'The Fox' makeup.

You stopped the brush, almost smearing the black paint over the white.

"What?"

"Your anxiety?"

You didn't answer, you just kept painting his face. Which caused him to grab your slim wrist with his big, veiny hand.

Your breath hitched as you looked down at his hand holding you, before meeting his eyes.

'His fucking eyes...' Your subconscious said blushing.

"Y/n..." He began, his brown eyes looking deep into yours. Continuing. "...I've noticed... You can't concentrate and you have trouble sleeping."

He let go of your tiny wrist, leaving a weird disappointment over you. Because... You didn't want him to let go.

"I'm fine..." You just said, trying to ignore the sudden feeling he gave you... Desire...

"You're not."

"How do you know that?"

"Because your hands are shaking."

'It's you who's causing that...' Your subconscious softly whispered.

"Hey..." He said, howering forward when you didn't answer. "...I know It's difficult for you but... I just want you to be okay..."

You didn't listen... Not at his words anyway...

'Imagine that fat cock under that tight costume of his.'

"I gotta go!" You said when you heard your subconscious.

"You okay?"

"Yeah! I just... I need to go..." You quickly walked away. Entering the closet, where you kept all of their costumes and shoes.

You instantly closed the door, putting your knuckles against your skull while breathing heavily. Why did you just think that? That has never happened?! "What the fuck y/n?!" You said to yourself.

You clenched your eyes as you heard his voice call your name on the other side of the door.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

'No... Because I just thought about your cock...' You thought to yourself, and as you did. You felt a comfortable lump form in your throat, swallowing it down.

"Y/n... I'm... I'm coming in..." He said with his soft, innocent voice as he turned the doorknob to the closet.

You slowly turned around, facing the door as he stepped in.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he reached his hands up, moving your arms down, your knuckels away from your skull.

That same touch... The touch he gave you at the desk moments ago.

He was so gentle, yet you could feel every muscle.

"I was thinking..." You lied...

"In the closet?" He chuckled. His chuckle... His voice... His touch... He was making you feel so many things, things you couldn't explain.

"Hey... You sure you're alright?" He asked. You just ignored him. You didn't know what to say. The closet was so small, and you were so close to eachother.

"Y/n..." He said in a whisper as he put his thumb under your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. "...What's wrong?"

"Eric..." You bit your lip... Not knowing how to continue.

He now also seemed to notice how close you actually were, since you saw the look in his eyes change.

Your breathing became heavier as that same lump formed in your throat, that comfortable... horny... lump...

'Kiss me! Kiss me Eric!' Your subconscious yelled.

He started stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, inching closer. "What are you doing to me?" He said, voice low.

You just looked at him, you were so shocked, so surprised, so horny.

"I don't know..." You said, nearly moaning from the clenching deep down in your stomach.

"Fuck the others!" He then said after hearing your voice, locking the door behind him as his lips pressed against yours.

You gasped in shock, making his tongue slip into your mouth.

Your hands instantly wandered up his chest, digging your fingertips into his shoulders as your tongues dances with eachother.

He moaned from the sensation and pushed you against the wall, making some things fall down the shelves.

You gasped into your kiss as his hard boner pressed against your pelvis.

You eagerly started unhooking his belt, hearing it rattle as the metalic peices collided.

He went down and kissed your neck, pressing his big hands against your breasts. Your nipples hardening at his touch.

You moaned, but bit your lip to not be too loud, not wanting the others to hear you.

"Fuck, your moans make me so hard!" He groaned as he reached up again. Kissing your lips hard as he slid his muscular hands down, unzipping your pants and sliding them off your feet.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hand carres your now naked leg, lifing it up against his hip.

His other hand slid down under your panties, sliding one finger between your folds.

"You're so wet..." He whispered into your kiss , feeling your legs begin to weaken as the muscles deep down in your abdomen began to clench in the most pleasurable way.

He began making circular movements before sliding in two of his wide fingers into you.

You moaned out as you threw your forehead against his shoulder, feeling the muscles clench even more, and you couldn't control the noises that came out of you.

His hand shaked in your panties as he curled his fingers up and down rapidly, hitting all of your sensitive spots.

You gasped for air, tearing up as you tightened around his fingers.

You were so close, but right when you were about to come, he removed his fingers.

You looked up at him in despair and confusion. Why did he stop?

You swallowed hard as you watched him put the fingers in his mouth, tasting your salty aroma.

He slid them out slowly before removing his shirt, revieling his hairy chest.

Then you heard that same familiar rattling sound... His belt...

You glanced down, seeing his hand, then his other, unzip his pants and slide them off.

You instantly bit your lip as his hard, thick, veiny cock sprung free. It was so huge... So thick... And you felt your arousal return, but this time... Even more intense.

You've heard people speculate on it's size, that it was around 10 inches or so. Well... They were right...

"Strip..." He commanded, his voice now more low and dominant...

'Fuck...' Your subconscious said speechless...

You quickly obeyed him, taking off the rest of your clothes before he snatched the panties from your grip, bringing them to his nose and sniffing them.

"Mmm...." He groaned. "You smell so good." He thew them to the floor before pinning you to the wall again, and you arched your neck as he lifted you off your feet, placing your legs on each side of his hips as he positioned himself, slowly sliding in and filling you up.

You gasped for air as he stretched you out, feeling every nerve end explode in pleasure.

You teared up and moaned loudly as he began to move faster, feeling his cock grind against your tight walls. He groaned and found your lips, kissing you hard as he fucked you against the wall, grabbing one of your breasts in his hand and squeezing it intensly as he bit your lip.

You felt something build up... Oh no... Already?

He also seemed to reach his climax as he started moaning more and louder.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" He growled out of your kiss, arching his neck as he grabbed both of your hips, switching up the angle a little, perfectly hitting your g-spot, making your vision go white as your eyes rolled back with your moan stuck in your throat.

You couldn't hold it back anymore... You couldn't...

And you came hard, squirting all over his cock.

He moaned from the sensation of your walls wrapping around him. Emtying his balls, his warm, salty load filling you up.

He let you down, making you fall into his arms. Your legs were shaking and exhausted and when you looked up... his makeup was all smeared. His black fox features had melted from his sweat, running down his white face.

And when you cleaned yourselves up, put your clothes back on and went out... Everyone was looking at you... Which made you realize...

Everyone heard everything...

[binah-beloved]

Binah Pining Headcanons

Lobotomy Corporation Warnings for mentions of exhaustion and passing out

yes i will eventually do Ruina ones too

~ * ~ -You are the one single thing she is uncertain about -Everything else is trivial and dull to someone as apathetic as she. But you, oh you- whenever she sees you her mind short circuits, going blank for a brief moment -It doesn’t sound like much, but it is for Binah, she’s not used to being lost for words from just a simple glance -She doesn’t know whether to confront you or keep quiet, either- her heart starts acting weirdly whenever she approaches you, even if it’s with work-related business -It results in a lot of her staring at you from across the room as you feel a pair of eyes bore into the back of your skull -Binah expresses these odd feelings in small ways- leaving a cup of hot tea for you, carefully organizing the files you need to work on so she can make your job a little easier, or just keeping an eye on you from afar -She’s entirely aware of how intimidating she is, so at first she tries to refrain from actually speaking to you most of the time. Yet you don’t seem to mind, engaging her in conversation on your own volition like she’s one of your coworker friends -The casual talks you have together become a bright spot in the otherwise midnight depths of the Extraction Department -It’s a little surreal for your fellow employees, seeing you chatting with their Sephirah so calmly as she listens intently to your every word -You can talk about anything, even the most boring, silly matters, and the normally cold Binah will still become keenly interested in the subject -Sidenote: she really wants to wrap you in her cloak, as it can get rather cold in the facility (and she also just wants to hug you but don’t tell anyone that)-Once you passed out from exhaustion and woke up with her heavy furred coat draped over your body- she never did explain why…

-Speaking of which, Binah begins picking up on your habits and mannerisms during work. She’s incredibly observant, but this is the first time she’s actually cared about observing anything apart from death and destruction -She worries, silently, when she knows you’re not feeling well and sees you come to work anyways. On the days she can see you struggling to even function, she’ll come over and suggest that you retire for the evening. It comes out sounding more like a command, but the sentiment is there -As I mentioned, there have been times where you’ve fallen asleep at your desk due to overwork or sickness, and somehow, every time, you find yourself back in your bed when you wake up again. No one knows how it happened, because Binah’s very careful to make sure no one sees her carrying you back to your room -She’s internally hesitant about touching you. Her touches never linger, merely a brief hand on your shoulder most of the time, but it’s more than she offers anyone else. She knows her strength, so any touches are kept light, as to not hurt you -Keeps you away from the Well, no questions asked -When before Abnormality breaches only sparked vague interest, now her first thoughts go to you and if you’re alright- for some odd reason, she doesn’t relish your pain as she does for the rest of humanity -So she keeps you nearby as often as she can, close to someone she knows can protect you. She’s not an ex-Arbiter for nothing -If you have the habit of crafting little gifts for your coworkers, she’ll keep any you might give her forever, even if they’re just made of paper or something -Binah likes it when you laugh. It makes her feel something warm, something other than apathy -Practices smiling less sadistically- only for you, though. Luckily, you don’t seem to mind her smile either way -If you happen to hum while you’re working, she’ll find herself idly humming along, soft enough for no one but her to hear. She has a nice singing voice, even if no one knows about it -Her heart doesn’t entirely melt, per se, but it does defrost in your presence, just a little bit -Binah doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to confess to you. In your current situation, it feels impossible- yet she finds herself hoping for the first time, wishing to say those simple words to you someday in the future. But not today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that -(She knows how she would confess, though- she’d give you her other earring)

[theflyindutchwoman]

I-I, uh, thought she was having an affair. Staying out late, making excuses. I didn't realize it was the drugs until the hook was in deep. Her apartment is pretty decent. Thanks.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 1.03 - The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

I often see this moment as when Tim and Lucy's bond started to develop. There's something tentative, fragile even, in their interaction here. But there's a connection, building up from their first (personal) conversation in the shop, when Tim opened up a little on his personal life right after Isabel came crashing into their arrest.

The camera work and their body language here is phenomenal. There's this hesitation and tension between them at first, when Lucy sits back in the car. None of them knows how to break the silence after their fight. Tim is looking down, Lucy fidgeting a bit before she starts talking. And during their conversation, they're both looking straight ahead, glancing furtively towards the other as if to let them know they're listening. It's only when Tim thanks her that they make direct eye contact. All of this helps create a very special atmosphere, playing with the idea of this being a confession of some sort - especially with the camera situated behind the car partition that could pass for a lattice opening in a confessional booth in Catholic Churches. And it definitely feels like a confession. This is probably the first time Tim breaks down his walls to this extent to someone he barely knows. I'm not even sure he ever told his doubts and suspicions to anyone else, period. It also feels like halfway between a need to explain himself and an apology. The guilt is written all over his face and Lucy can hear it between the lines. How much he blames himself for Isabel's spiralling. For not acting sooner and differently.

I really like that Lucy just listens, doesn't judge and simply tells him that Isabel's apartment is relatively decent. It's a small thing in the scale of everything but she's trying to give him a glimmer of hope here, something to hold onto, without sugar-coating the truth either. And you can feel his gratitude. The reality is that she didn't have to do any of this and he knows it. So unlike last time, he doesn't bite her head off : instead, he's letting her see through his walls for a little bit longer. And see his appreciation for both calling him out on his behaviour (and looking out for him) and her gesture. It's incredibly raw and vulnerable and Lucy responds with her empathy and care. I want to go back on Tim's marriage for a minute. I've always been curious as to why his mind jumped straight to Isabel having an affair… As a narcotic detective doing undercover work, if her behaviour suddenly changed, it would have made more sense to me to suspect a possible addiction. Not to mention that as a cop, he's trained to recognize the signs. However, in light of what we know of his father, I wonder if he carries some remnants of that...

With Lucy pursuing undercover work, seeing Tim in this state is such a good reminder of why he's so terrified of losing her, of going down that dark path again. He was completely wrecked. And Lucy was the one who helped him, who was his shining light… And yet, Tim choosing to take a leap of faith and deciding that their relationship is worth the risk, is something absolutely hopeful and beautiful.

[ponyosmom35]

I remember you (Elliot x OC)

Elliot Alderson x Original Character

Synopsis: The reader was dating Elliot before he forgot who he was, she never left his side. and months later he remembers.

He clutches his head as memories flash through his eyes. 

There she was, standing in a dress, her hair was curled and she had a smile on her face as she opened the door to see who’d knocked. This woman, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life. All of the air is stolen from his lungs as he meets her eyes. Her aqua-colored eyes. After seeing the note she posted in the mail room about needing help with her computer, Elliot was curious. He surprised himself by responding to the ad and emailing her. Two days later he stood in front of her door, his heart beating out of his chest. His palms sweating. He’d never felt this way before.

“Hi, Elliot I assume?” she asks  

“Uh yeah” he responds awkwardly 

“I’m Willow, and I cannot thank you enough for answering! I tried taking it to a shop but they wanted to charge me $200, this was kinda my last resort” she explains 

“I’m happy to help”

“I hope you’re good, because I don’t know the first thing about computers” she says “come on in” 

Elliot follows her into her apartment, the layout the exact same as his. She’d decorated the place well, it looked like a home. She had tons of plants brightening up the space, as well as wall art covering every inch of space. A lot of color. He noticed her large bookshelf, a gorgeous color-coded collection. Her windows had sheer multicolored curtains which kept her entire apartment incredibly visible from onlookers. She had no tv and a large cat lying in the center of her bed. Her desk sat in front of the window just like his own, giving her a view of the apartments across the street. He wondered if they could see into her space just as well. The thought made him sick to his stomach. 

“Here it is” she says leading him over to the desk, her MacBook sits in the middle of the desk, perfectly aligned with the planner next to it. As soon as he laid eyes on it, he could tell that it was a simple fix. Five minutes max. A part of him felt disappointed that it wasn’t a large project to keep him in her apartment for hours. 

“I see what’s going on, its no problem” he says as he begins typing in a code

“Oh my gosh you are literally a lifesaver, I need this for work like seriously my entire life is on this dumb computer” 

“Fuck me” he curses 

“Elliot what’s wrong?” she asks 

“No I told you, dinner is on me as a thank you” she smiles as she sits across from him in the diner. “What sounds good?” she asks 

“I’m not sure” 

“Well I can recommend their garden burger, it’s one of the best I’ve ever had” 

“Garden burger?” he asks 

“Oh I’m a vegetarian by choice. I watched an animal cruelty doc in high school and now I’m scared for life”

“Okay, I’ll try it” he nods 

“Really? Nobody has ever actually listened to my recommendations before” she laughs 

“If I hate it then that means you’ll just have to take me out again” he says, smiling at her

“Deal” she smirks 

“you’re scaring me”

“How did you get into coding? It seems like such a niche skill” she asks as they walk down the street side by side. His jacket slid over her shoulders. 

“My dad taught me my first code, I taught myself the rest” he shrugs 

“Why?”

“I always found it to be interesting, the power of hacking into something and being able to see all of the secrets someone’s hiding. You can see exactly who someone is, no sugar coating no lies. You can always trust a code” he admits, shocked that he felt comfortable enough to actually say any of this out loud. 

“Have you ever hacked me?” she asks quietly 

“No” 

“Why not?”

“You’re different, not like the rest. You don’t rely on technology to survive. I wanted to know you” he says 

“I’m glad you responded to my ad Elliot” she smiles 

“Me too”

“Do you want me to call Darlene?” she asks 

Elliot stands to his feet and scrambles to his door to see who would be knocking at 9 pm. He looks through the peephole and there she was. He rips the door open and stares at her in concern. Before he could say a word she drops her head as her lips tremble. Tears fall down her cheeks and Elliot panics. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks

“My boss, he asked me to dinner tonight to discuss our big meeting on Friday. But he never even brought it up,  he told me that If I didn’t sleep with him then I would lose my job. I can’t afford to lose my job, Elliot! I love what I do, fuck I don’t know what I’m gonna do” she responds. His body is filled with rage as he takes in her words. 

“What did you say?” he asks 

“I told him I had to go and I ran straight here” she sniffles 

Elliot pulls her into his arms, holding her body close to his as he lets her cry. He clutches onto her hair, smoothing it gently. He’d never been comfortable with touch before, yet at the moment he’d met this girl he wanted to touch her skin, feel how soft it would be. He craved her like nothing before. 

“I’m gonna fix this, don’t worry” he promises as he places a kiss on her head. 

“Please say something!” she pleads 

Elliot had just gotten off of work. He hated his new job. A simple programmer, protecting Allsafe from any potential hacks. The simplicity of it was nice, yet he craved more. He was capable of so much more. He sets his bag down and sits on his couch. He was tired, after he’d spent the night talking to Willow’s boss, he hacked him and exposed him to the police for money laundering. He’d stolen millions. He closes his eyes to attempt to get some rest when a hand slams on the door, pounding angrily. He gets up and opens it to see WIllow. 

She pushes past him and walks into the center of his apartment and crosses her arms. “Did you hack my boss?” 

“Yes” he shrugs 

“He got arrested at work today, they said he was stealing money” she snaps, he does not respond and stares at her blankly. “You can’t just do things like this Elliot!”

“I was protecting you” he says, causing her to stare at him with an unknown emotion in her eyes. 

“Its not your job to protect me, you put yourself at risk” 

“I don’t make mistakes, and I don’t leave evidence behind” he says moving closer to her

“I can take care of myself” she says in a small voice as he stands mere inches from her. 

“I know you can”

“So why do this?”

“He made you upset, he tried to hurt you. He doesn’t t get to go free after that” 

“Why does that matter to you?” she asks

“Because you - you’re everything to me Will” 

“I - what?” she asks 

“I refuse to let anyone hurt you ever again” 

Elliot places a hand on her cheek and kisses her gently. She gasps in shock and melts into his hold. The touch of her skin against his makes him feel alive. This is what he’d been searching for his entire life. Peace washes over his anxious brain. All of the loneliness that consumed his nights melted away. This was it, this was everything. 

His eyes finally focus on her own, noticing the panic in her eyes as her tears threaten to spill. Two years’ worth of memories flooded him. All of the unconditional love and support she’d given him. The hours she held him while his body fought his anxiety. The way she would curl into his chest at night, tucking herself into him. Her loud laugh bounced off the walls of the apartment as she forced him to dance. He was happy, he was loved. And he’d forgotten her. Treated her horribly. She’d never said a word about who she was to him. Despite all of his words she stayed by his side. 

“I remember” he says simply 

“What?”

“I remember us” 

“Don’t fuck with me like that Elliot” she warns, stepping back. He reaches out and grips her arm out of instinct. 

“Your real name is Margaret, after your grandmother, but you go by your middle name” he says, watching as her tears fall. “You’re a Taurus and your favorite flowers are roses even though you’re allergic. You are my girlfriend, the woman I love. You are real”

“El?” she asks  

Elliot pulls her into a hug, holding her as though she may disappear any second. Willow breaks down into tears and cries into his shoulder. Her entire body shakes as she sobs. 

“Fuck I’m so sorry - I can’t even begin to apologize for what I’ve done” 

“It’s not your fault” 

“I left you”

“I knew something was wrong, it wasn’t you. I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me” she says as he wipes her tears 

“You knew?” 

“I wasn’t sure, but I knew that he wasn’t you. I’m just so glad that your back” she smiles