#like some glue sniffing

[rinksrats]

hockey screencap 6/???

[cyberstabbing]

this probably won't interest my followers, but if the tumblr tag system actually works for once and someone who likes tokio hotel sees this: i have the ebook versions of bill kaulitz's book Career Suicide in english! and swedish! so if anyone want me to send it, just let me know :]

[bunnis-monsters]

Hooking up with a puppy hybrid then finding out they mate for life and now he’s sticking to you like glue, ready to make pups.

Or!!

Being the owner of a sweet puppy hybrid who’s been very antsy lately. He’s been sniffing at your crotch and insisting on sleeping with you every night.

But one day he comes to you, tent in his pants, asking if he can practice mating with you.

“J-just practice! For when I find a mate, you know?”

Your precious pup is obviously distressed and in need of some relief, so of course you agree.

Little do you know, most hybrids mate for life. Now that he’s marked you, he becomes incredibly possessive and starts acting like your mate.

Now he refuses to even look at the female hybrids you try to introduce him to, only wanting you.

And that complicates things… just some thoughts.

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 16

starring: channing tatum x male reader

request: helping channing tatum at the gym and somehow stuff turns nsfw, do anything ya want with that, i'm just really REALLY desperate for stuff about him, can be short, can be long idc

warnings: smut, shower sex, cursing, face fucking, deep throating, swallowing cum, tongue bath, licking sweat, slight face sitting, hand job, musk kink (for my lovely slut mango)

it was a tough day at the gym, especially for you and channing, his grunts filled the pretty much empty gym as he lifted his weights and you helped him with it, that was until he started to struggle and almost lost control of the large weight.

"shit shit shit" he muttered as it almost fell on him but you quickly came to the rescue as you slightly leaned over him to help pick up the weight, your ass directly positioned over his face, slightly putting your weight on him and for a split second he was in pure heaven as he sniffed your ass.

yes it was kind of (fully)perverted but it was really your fault if you think about it, but the moment you lifted up you noticed he had a boner "are you for real" you scoffed looking at him get up and try to cover the boner with his hands which did absolutely nothing.

you and channing had jerked off together before but nothing to crazy and nothing further but you couldn't lie that you did occasionally check him out, his rock hard abs and his beautiful cock grabbed your eye like glue so what would be the harm in offering some friendly help.

"i could help you out with that" you say nibbling at your bottom lip "really" he cocks his head to the side trying to figure out if you're just joking or being serious "yeah" you say dragging him to the gym showers and taking off your clothes with him doing the same and following you into an empty stall.

you pulled him into a erotic kiss, tongues fighting for dominance that he wins, exploring your sweet mouth with his thick tongue, god only if there was someplace else that tongue could get to work, but for now you bring his even thicker cock into your hand and slowly stroke it.

and with channing being all dirty what would be the harm in cleaning him up a little, you getting down on your knees and your tongue trailing down his sweaty abs, licking at every crevice to get a taste of his salty sweat "fuck you look so good" channing huffs past the sound of the running water.

"i know" you smirk, both hands now fondling with his dick while you gave him a tongue bath all over, licking the sweat off him clean, the smell of his musk was tickling the inside of you nose just right, giving you what kinda felt like a high.

"suck it" channing groans out, looking down at you with desperate eyes and who would you be to deny such a well endowed (hung) man your warm mouth, in the next second you sunk your mouth onto his thick cock, it stretched out your jaw enough to break it but you pushed through.

channing letting out a drawled out moan as you moved your head back and forth on his wet dick, he couldn't resist thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly as you gagged and choked making you pull off and take a breath, your hand now replacing your mouth.

"fuck you're big" you strain with a little chuckle "and you know how to take cock pretty good" he smirks giving you that little break before he's back to face fucking your throat harshly, his balls hitting your chin over and over, his big hands tightly held the sides of your head.

"good boy, good fuckin' boy" he muttered with a smile as he watched you take his cock easily down your throat, something most of his old dates couldn't even attempt because they were to intimidated by the sheer girth of him.

in a matter of time channing was emptying his thick load down your tight throat, keeping his cock nicely nuzzled in your mouth to make sure you swallow ever fucking drop in his words and you do as you're told by his harsh words.

once he pulls out you're gasping for air and looking up at him with a big grin "you cocky bastard" you pant "wanna go back to my place" he asks slowly stroking his softening cock "hell yes" you say lifting to your feet "how else do you expect me to get off"

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[hyperblue]

forever thinking about tim drake stumbling into one of the wayne manor unused nurseries through the window at 5 a.m., knowing damn well that he doesn't have much time before alfred or dick realize that there's been an intruder — so he does his best to move as quickly as possible, while simultaneously trying not to disturb the precious bundle against his chest, with the baby snoring away like tim's arms are the safest place on the planet to sleep in. something tugs painfully inside tim as he lowers his baby son mistake into the old wooden cradle, the emptiness of it — no blankets, no toys, just one of kon's t-shirts wrapped around baby's body as poor excuse of comfort — is a sudden sharp knife to his mind, which is still coming to terms with what happened in that sickly green underground lab; nothing felt quite real since then, not even the warm weight of another living breathing creature pressed against his own body. the moment tim's hands leave the baby, there's immediate sniffing and shuffling as if it knows that tim's leaving, and tim knows that he has to go, he has to find bruce because bruce would know how to fix everything, but something about this lonely dark room filled with shadows and the cold morning air outside open window reminds tim of something he's been trying to bury all of his life — and the baby crying so softly (tim used to cry softly; soundlessly, even, until it wasn't enough anymore and he had to start screaming against his own palm pressed to his mouth) somehow glues tim to the place where he's standing.

"shh, shh, i know, i'm so sorry", he's not even sure what he's saying sorry for at this point. it just feels like the only word that he knows, "they will take care of you, i promise, okay? no need to cry, please don't cry"

his hearts throbs to live at the pain, some new kind of pain that he doesn't know how to numb yet as he takes off his glove to touch baby's tears-wet cheek, and something blooms at the contact, first skin to skin contact since the moment tim pulled his experiment out of the test tube.

why can't he just leave?

the effort it takes to pull away once again almost leaves him gasping for air, and it takes a few seconds for baby to start crying in earnest this time, but tim can't afford himself slowing down; though he keeps talking desperately as he moves back to the window, tugging his glove back on.

"i'm so sorry, i'm sorry. i promise i will come back as soon as can"

we'll be back around christmas, tim, there's no need to cry. you're a big boy already, it's time to start acting like one

tim leaves with the first break of dawn, knowing damn well that this heartbroken wailing is going to haunt him to the other side of the world the same way kon's phantom touches still haunt him to this very day

[sashiavi]

Idk if you’ve discussed this hybrid yet but!!! Imagine Harvest mouse farmer 🥺🫶 ( both bc harvest mice are adorable and the joke is too on the nose not to use… harvest… farmer… teehee )

Sweet lil thing, a wee bit skittish, but surprisingly efficient for the small stature

And imagine the possibilities with larger/ predatorial species hybrids among the town 👀🫡🤭

( this is only a lil biased bc i love to hc my farmer as a cute lil mouse hybrid teehee)

I WANT TO BE A CUTE LIL MOUSE SO BAD YOU HAVE NO IDEA-

Not quite smut but lots of teasing and touches of dubious consent

The Mouse!Hybrid Farmer~ You're just a skittish thing, big ears twitching in a constant manner, hearing, listening, a habitual quirk. So quiet, petite in presence, like the saying goes, easily jostling Pierre at the counter of the store or casing a yelp to chirp from Sam who'd gotten lost in his own world.

Ahh but you're so sweet; Gifting out bouquets of flowers to those around - A Harvest mouse and flowers, it simply made sense for you to grow an abundance of your own - Yoba.. If only you'd known the traditions of the Valley a little sooner...

It's easy to become a target for the more.. Predatorial species that lived in the town.

Teases and bullying words thrown at you from Cat!Sebastian or Haley, playful threats to watch out.. You know a cat loves to chase.

The rake of Haley's nails sends a shiver down your spine - Practically claws, though pretty and manicured, the way she strokes her fingers over your big, rounded ears in a teasing pet has bells ringing in your head. Her body language; the tilt of her head, keen twitch on her lip, the soft pur that ripples up her throat screamed 'danger' - And yet your meek-willed self couldn't help but freeze under her.

You could have expected Sebastian to play some sort of mean trick on you - Brushing against your body as you fumbled with a pool cue, lengthy fingers encapsulating your hands to guide you to victory. Purrs rumble from his throat, head bumping a nuzzle while his hips give a soft grind. God- He was practically scenting you, greedily marking up his newfound territory, playing with his food.

Gosh.. Don't even start on the others-

Puppies are excitable. They get right into your space, sniffing and nosing with curiosity, licking all slobbery when they're all too happy, making a fool out of you and themselves.

Puppy!Sam wasn't an exception - The wag of his tail was a red flag because all too soon you had an eager retriever right in your personal space, quite literally barreling into you. Instincts fire on both sides; Wincing a freeze, wanting to shrink yourself into nothing while the pup huffed a rush of sniffs, practically salivating for Yoba-Knows whatever reason. Puppies were dense, such a position completely compromising, downward dog over your fallen self, practically pinning you to the ground!

Or the chocolate-lab incarnate of Alex- Playing with you all too rough, practically tossing you around with an easy knock to your body. It was as if he was playing fetch with himself, chasing after you on the beach, taking you down into the sand with a bounding snatch, tail wagging up a storm behind him. It felt like you were his personal little chew-toy; all squeaky and chirpy,

Ohhh but nothing compares to the big and scary Bear.

Yoba, you were sure you'd fit right in the palm of his paw of a hand. Simply standing near him had tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, nervousness showing in the stressed flick of your tail and the careful twitch of your ears. How did you get here?? Sat on Bear!Shane's lap, his thick arms encircled your body, easily trapping you down, as if you were some stuffed teddy toy while he snored away in a beer induced nap. You can only squeak pitiful peeps, no amount of squirming freeing you as if you were stuck in a sticky glue-trap.

Yeah.. I want this lmaoo

[huskyscc]

lacy

pairings - jenna ortega x g!n reader (no pronouns specified)

wc - 2100+ (not proofread)

warnings - none

summary - you thought jenna was someone with the perfect life, she seemed happy enough. you just didn't know how bad she was struggling with everything.

masterlist

» [Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo now playing] «

1:45 ────〇── 2:57 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

for the longest time, all you could remember was her talent and carefree nature.

you remember a lot about her, actually. how she would laugh over stupid things and not have a care in the world. when her natural talent was brought up, she always remained humble about it and even made small jokes about it. you loved her confidence, but you yearned for it. at least something along those lines.

it started ever since you were kids, seven or eight years old at least. you and Jenna were best friends, stuck together like glue at the hip 24/7. there was never a day where you two would be separated or apart. it drove your parents crazy.

You two would spend everyday hanging out together, and as you grew, so did your bond... though, your play dates and sleepovers were always canceled early because Jenna usually had to do something along the lines of acting or of some sort.

It was just a few times every few weeks at first, then almost every week, then daily. it cut the time between the two of you, causing your distance to become thicker as she spent more and more time away from her childhood era.

some days, you would just spend sitting on the sidewalk along Jenna's home as you waited for her, knowing she wasn't going to show up. the feeling never went away, the yearning for her to return. you were 13 when she came back.

by the time she did come back for more than a few days, she was... different. not in a bad, mean way, no. she was different in her demeanor and how she acted.

she was especially different with how she talked towards you. her eyes roamed you experimentally, as if studying you for a moment before she spoke. you finally went to cut the silence, though she beat you to it.

"You've... grown." Jenna spoke softly in a soft murmur, her eyes still glancing at you as if recognizing- no, remembering you to memory. you tried to catch up with Jenna, but her news was much more interesting than you catching a few frogs here and there and crashing your bike.

you wanted to be a good friend, listening intently as she spoke so highly of her new career that she enjoyed. you saw the way her eyes sparked - the way they hadn't sparked like that since before she left made your stomach turn in anxiety.

it was a small grow in your belly at first, though you ignored it with the feeling of success for Jenna. you showered her constantly with affection and amusement.

you continued to push the feeling away, though it only seemed to gnaw harder at you as you both continued to grow.

───

Jenna was leaving for the night. she had told you previously a few days back that she would be hosting SNL monologue, which you were impressed about.

"It's a bit weird, don't ya think? I mean, not this place. I love being here," Jenna gestured to the comfort of the shared hotel between the two of you.

"you mean weird as in...?" you perk, your mind curious as you glance at her. she looked up at you and gave an awkward smile, "uh.. not being home?" she took a breath before slumping beside you on the couch.

you nod in agreement, sniffing as her perfume hit you. "yeah, but not too weird. I like being here with you, anyway." you say in a lighthearted tone, to which Jenna gave a warm smile to.

"are you gonna watch my monologue? what if I forget it? what if someone else forgets their part?" she started rambling, her brain working 100 miles per hour as each what if theory grew within.

"Jen." you say in a gentle yet firm tone, trying to ground her once more. she gave a look of slight embarrassment but nodded in question.

"yeah..?" she inquired. you chuckle slightly as you move a stray strand of hair from her face. "you're overthinking this. you know how great you are!" you say with a soft expression, honesty gleaming in your eyes.

Jenna gave an honest, lighthearted smile at your words as she slowly nodded her head in agreement. "yeah," she took a deep breath in. "I probably am just overthinking this," she laughed it off.

Jenna was always on the more talented side of things when it came to remembering and acting out things. you were just... there. you weren't excellent at anything, you were just there for Jenna and she was there for you.

as Jenna prepared to leave, she gave you a small hum of goodbye. she stammered out the apartments as you call out to her, "see you! and i'll watch it, promise!" you promised her, to which she gave a warm smile of gratitude before she finally left for the night.

The glow of the TV was bright against the dimly lit room. you were slumped into the couch, wearing a pair of shorts and a hoodie that you found on your floor. most likely Jenna's.

you had watched Jenna's monologue, to which she did amazing with, no doubt. you just... felt that pit in your stomach once more.

you wanted to excuse it, trying to convince yourself that you were feeling excited for your friend as you watched her grow into the woman she is today... but you would be lying if you said that.

that was far from the truth. it's not that you were jealous of Jenna and her success, you were jealous of how carefree she seemed to be and how at bay she looked 25/8.

you, on the other hand, were almost always stressing about your job and if you'd get fired based off something as small as forgetting to move a box from one place to another.

Jenna loved her job from what you had heard, and it even gave her more opportunities. way more than you ever got. Jenna just seemed more talented than you in everything.

It seemed that she poisoned every little thing that you did with her own charm, causing you to have no effect on anything or anyone.

you didn't know how to handle it, you just wanted that ache in your stomach to disappear.

you give a long exhale, pressing your back into the couch cushions with a hum of contentment. you turn the TV off, slipping a blanket up to your chest as you got comfortable whilst waiting for Jenna.

It wasn't much longer until she came, giving a small yawn as she walked through the door. she seemed tired. you turn your head in an instant, humming at her presence. "hey! I told you that you'd do good." you say.

Jenna gives a hearty laugh, her dimples evident before she threw her bag aside and crawled onto the couch with a slump onto the cushion. "I'm so exhausted." she murmured.

initially, you took it as a more rhetorical statement than serious. you figured she was just tired from doing so much today - you didn't consider the fact that it might be her expressing how mentally drained she was.

you give a small chuckle at her words, turning your head to look at the brunette girl as you toss the blanket over her, as well. "is that so?" you perk an eyebrow, as if not believing her. "you're naturally talented. surely, it can't be too hard?" you offer.

Jenna gives a shake of her head, her expression puzzled as she eyed you. "too hard?" she scoffed slightly. she gave a small huff, her brows pinched together in confusion as she glanced at you. "i'm exhausted." she empathized the word now, her eyes softened in a drained way. she gave a small frown.

you glance at her frown, then back up to her eyes. "...you mean, like, mentally?" you perk quietly, as if afraid to say the wrong thing to the girl, who nods her head. your expression falls flat as realization hits you like a train. was being naturally talented and pursuing it really that hard? your stomach churned.

"this is so tiring. I feel like I don't get to hangout with you anymore because of work- even if we live together!" she carries on her words with a small droop of her shoulders. she shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, and you could see the sadness building up inside her.

you gave a small puzzled look, not expecting this from her. talented, carefree Jenna... maybe you should have expected it. I mean, no one is perfect? "but-" you began, though, your mouth remained stuck open as your throat dried and your words died out.

Jenna looked at you, curious as to what you were going to continue saying with hooded eyes. it was just then you took notice of Jenna. real notice. you took in her appearance at once, your eyes flickering with concern and empathy.

her eyes were worn and seemingly empty, showing little to no expression as the eye bags under her eyes are evident when her face is studied. her hair is ruffled and there's a bit of torn skin on her bottom lip, indicating her anxiety getting the best of her.

"oh, baby..." the words slipped from your tongue as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Jenna gave a small wince as you moved, her eyes tired. "c'mere," you breathe softly as you open your arms up for her, your chest burning with sympathy for the brown haired girl.

Jenna looks up at you before crawling within your grasp, her heartbeat staggered as she rested against you. you open your mouth to speak, your words coming out softer and weaker than intended. "i'm sorry- I had no clue you were so... tired." you say gently.

Jenna shakes her head against the fabric of your hoodie, her gaze unwavering as she looks up to you. "y/n," she sniffled. "I- I didn't know how to tell you. I thought living together would be the perfect solution but-" her voice chokes out as it creeps away.

"perfect solution to what, Jen?" you asked softly, trying to grasp an understanding of how her mind exactly worked and how her thought process brought her to this moment.

"the perfect solution for feeling so... empty and lost." she exhaled. she brought her gaze to the ground below, messing with her fingers in an anxious state whilst hiding from your gaze, as if scared.

you frowned at her honest words, rubbing her back softly as she choked out her words. "I should've noticed. don't feel bad, Jen." you coo gently, trying to calm her nerves. yet, she still shook her head, her eyes brimmed with tears.

"I am so tired. all the time. I want to be the best for you and for everyone else who's looking up to me, like my fans! but, i-" you cut her words off with a sigh. "Jenna." you say, a bit stern.

She gives you a hesitant look, her gaze curious as she glanced up at you. "yeah?" she said in a breathy voice, her eyes softened as her gaze met yours.

"you don't have to make anyone the happiest besides yourself. if you aren't happy, you shouldn't push yourself until you're emptied out... you should take a break." you whisper softly, as if nervous that if your tone was a bit higher, she'd be scared off.

Jenna nodded slightly in understanding, her movements slow as she took it into thought. "but, my fans-" she started. "forget your fans. just for now. worry about yourself so your fans don't have to, yeah?" you say with a small, reassuring smile.

Jenna listened with an intent glare, taking every word to heart. "yeah... yeah, okay." she muttered quietly at last, her gaze soft as she looked up at you.

you give her a ruffle of her hair as you pull her beside you, allowing her to be enveloped whole by the blanket. you wipe her eyes of her damp tears, giving her a concerned yet caring glare.

Jenna looked at you once more before taking a small breath, inhaling and exhaling deeply before nuzzling into the side of the hoodie. she took in a whiff of your scent, her body easing against yours as she closed her eyes. she was tired.

you whisper sweet words, small promises, and even heartfelt comments as she drifted off. you toy with her hair for a bit longer before moving your fingers away, holding her against you like a lifeline as you closed your eyes, as well.

oh, how wrong you were about someone who seemed to be made of perfect angel dust.

[mattsghoul]

it’s a filthy, tangled mess—your sordid little dance with them, dripping with raw, cum-soaked desperation, even if they’re both too damn stubborn to fully claim you, teasing you with their restraint like it’s some twisted game.

it’s pathetic, really, how you’re practically begging to be ruined, ready to surrender every quivering inch of yourself to their whims.

matt, that smug bastard, shoves you away the second you get too close, terrified of his precious control slipping through his fingers. he can’t stand the idea of you unbalancing the filthy triangle you’ve all woven, so he pushes you out, acting like it’s for your own good—how noble of him.

meanwhile, chris is a fucking menace, his obsessive need to devour you bordering on deranged. he’s all over you, groping, sniffing, marking you with his scent like a predator staking claim, desperate to glue the crumbling pieces back together. he knows it’s a lost cause, but that only makes him cling harder, his touch a feverish mix of worship and ruin.

it’s a depraved push-and-pull, their hot-and-cold bullshit leaving you aching, soaked, and teetering on the edge of insanity, ready to explode from the sheer torment of wanting them both to just give in and fuck you senseless.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

one free pass for the grumpy!logan and overprotective brother!wade plot bunny 🤝🐇

"So," Vanessa hummed, watching you stir pans, "how was the date you went on?"

"He stood me up," you shrug. "I did get some really good gyoza though-"

"Sweetie."

You shrug again. "It's not the first time. And let's face it. It won't be the last. I write romance books. I don't live them."

Vanessa gave you a look but kept her commentary to herself. The last few years had been hard on everyone. You'd thought your big brother was dead right along next to her. You'd been in the thick of it even though you were trying to start college. Still just a kid. And in a lot of ways you were her rock- and a link to Wade when he was gone.

"I don't want to spend my whole life like our mom. Just like Wade doesn't want to be our dad, Nessa." You shake your head like you're banishing a thought and turn off the stove. "Let's fucking eat. I'm starving."

"This looks incredible. I have sex dreams less erotic than this."

"I heard that, Ow," Wade said, clutching his heart.

Vanessa shrugged and poured stroganoff into a bowl before shoving it into his hands, "Go be useful. Y/N did the hard part."

"Logan," you call, "I know you probably don't do wine, I got beer if you want that instead?"

"I uh- thanks," he said, shuffling to the table, offering Trigger his hand to smell when the dog shot him a look. He sniffed it and shot him a distinctly dirty look before walking away to re-glue himself to your side. Good dog, he thought.

"No assigned seating here, Logi-bear," Wade said, taking a seat next to Vanessa as he finished putting portions on plates- leaving Logan nowhere to sit but next to you since he'd put Mary in the other empty spot.

He nodded and pulled out a chair and looked towards the kitchen. He could hear you still rattling around and the sound of a knife slicing through something. And then a clatter "Fuck!"

Wade was out of his seat in a second and in the kitchen, "What'd you do- Holy shit biscuits!"

"It's fine I just-"

"Where d'you keep you towels?" he asked, rifling through the drawers and throwing things around.

"Next to the sink, Christ, it's not that bad-"

When you walk around the corner with Wade's arm around your shoulder, Logan blinked, blood-spattered your shirt and your pants. For "Not that bad" it looked like you might have cut your fucking hand off.

"I'll get some Ice," Vanessa said, standing up, "Logan, keep pressure on that for a second?"

Logan nodded, "Easy bleeder?" he ventured. You weren't phased enough about it for this to be new.

You nod and sigh, letting him look at your hand. "I've done worse," you muse. "He's so fucking dramatic." A thud makes you look away from the wound and Logan wrapped it to press on it carefully. "I swear if they're fucking in my kitchen again-"

"We're not," Vanessa said returning with an icepack, "I dropped the ice cream trying to find the ice."

"And Wade is-"

"Debating on if You'd want the staple gun or just super glue," he answered.

"There's bandages under the sink you degenerate!"

"Ooo, secrets," Wade said, dropping the stuff he was holding and heading towards the bathroom.

"Nessa," you plead.

"I'll go get him," she said rolling her eyes.

Logan exhaled through his nose and adjusted the ice on your hand. "I think you'll live, kid."

"Probably. I can hold this, your dinner is getting cold-"

Logan snorted, "Not a complete animal. Wouldn't be polite to eat while my hostess is bleeding out."

[hedwig221b]

do you have any headcanons for pregnant stiles and doting husband Derek? I read your fic about Cora being mean to Stiles and loved it!!!!

Thank you! 💜

First of all, Stiles would definitely acquire some wolf habits while pregnant. He would want really rare meat, and he would nuzzle Derek more and scent him

Derek would go feral. F E R A L. He'd become so obsessed with Stiles, it would come off as creepy. He would glue himself to Stiles' back, sniffing him or just purring, but he would also make sure to hold Stiles' belly so he could rest

Derek would also go more wolfy. He'd guard the house, and sniff every food before giving it to Stiles. He would hunt for him, big game. He would lay at night awake staring at Stiles with his eyes glowing red with his heart pounding for... different reasons

Stiles would get super clingy and needy and fussy but Derek would only grin because it means his mate needs him and his attention

Both of them would be so fucking horny all the time, the further along the worse it gets. Stiles would basically think Derek is god, and Derek would run into walls cause he stared at Stiles too hard. Stiles for him would become, like, the epitome of desire and love

They would fuck everywhere

Derek's hands would never stray far from Stiles' belly. He would caress it, or just listen to the baby’s movements and smile when the baby kicks

Also Derek would get a heart attack every time something goes wrong, even if Stiles just stubbed his toe, he'll go barking

Derek would make sure to make pregnancy as easy as possible for Stiles. He'll take every bit of his pain away. Weird food cravings at 3am? Sure, babe. Can't tie your shoes? Sit down and relax. Everything would be at Stiles' feet

It takes one look at Stiles rubbing his stomach absentmindedly for Derek to want a second baby. He would never tell Stiles but he wants to keep him barefoot and pregnant, like, always

Stiles wouldn't mind (because it's Derek)

[becomingmina]

hey would you be able to write a felix x fem reader angst? when felix falls out of love with her.

“ARE YOU SURE IT'S NOT HATE?" anon request w/ LEE FELIX.

pairing: felix x female reader genre + warnings: angst, reader cries wc: 1.9k mina's note: tmi - my ex fell out of love with me so this hits home a little. we meet when we were 12 and we broke up when we were 21. anyways, i hope you guys like this :)) and to the cuties anon who requested this, thank you very much!! sorry for making you wait, im just like felix i have no reason!

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

“I asked you a question baby,” you say from across the kitchen island. Felix was occupied on his phone, sitting on the stool on the other side of the counter.

“I gave you an answer Y/N,” he huffs after a few seconds, not lifting his head from the device.

“Yeah, but not verbally though,” you make your way over to him.

“Yeah, but I’m sure you’re grown enough to figure it out, Y/N,” he replies back, rolling his eyes up from his screen for a second before continuing with scrolling.

“You’re really fine with them being blue?” You questioned again, hugging him from behind, your chin resting on his shoulder.

“They’re just cupcakes, they’ll get eaten anyways. I don’t understand what’s the big problem with the colour of the icing,” he says irritated.

It was Chan’s turn to host dinner for your friend group. You and Felix usually bring over homemade cupcakes for dessert. It was a ritual to spend every last Saturday of the month together in the kitchen baking and decorating two dozen cupcakes. And usually, it was Felix who would have a hard time choosing the colour for the icing but today it seems he just wanted to get the cupcakes over and done with.

“Okay,” you replied defeated, feeling a little hurt at his tone. “Did you wanna help me?” You softly asked, sniffing his shoulder to take in his sweet scent.

“I’m busy,” Felix sighed.

“Okay, I’ll iced them then,” you moved yourself away Felix, walking back to your original position in the kitchen.

Lately you feel like Felix hasn’t been his clingy needy self. He would stick onto you like glue every second of the day but recently he’s been distant. You can’t pinpoint when exactly it became like this, but you were sure it’s been a couple of weeks by now. He’s been telling you that work has been busy for him, and you understand how it can affect him, but you still feel a little bit downhearted when he visually shows his annoyance with you.

After finished up with the icing and getting yourself ready, you sat in living room with the box of cupcakes on your lap patiently waiting for Felix. He had locked himself in the office, saying he needed to go over his feedback for some report for work.

“Hey, how’d it go?” You ask when you hear the office door open, but he ignores your question as he searches for his car keys. You expected it didn't go well.

The car ride to Chan’s was silent as you figured you should probably give him some space. He looks over to your side a couple of times noticing your quietness, but he doesn’t strike conversation with you, only making a few little comments about how bad traffic was. You brushed off his lack of initiative making excuses for him that he was just tired from work.

“He surprised me the other day! He’s going to rent out my favourite art gallery for our wedding reception,” Hana and Hyunjin was giving the group details their upcoming wedding at dinner. They were so cheerful talking about it and although you loved it for them, you couldn’t help envy it and wished for you and Felix to reach that stage in life shortly.

“Who’s next? Felix? Y/N?” Chan teased with a raised brow, and you goofily smile at the older man. You turned your head to Felix to see his reaction, but his head is tilted down and his face was straight. Chan notices the tension and quickly changes subject hoping no one else catch on. It caught you by surprise that he wasn’t as responsive as you were to Chan’s joke. It got you second guessing if it was even work that’s been making him like this.

You spend the rest of the night with the other girlfriends. As they spoke about their recent dates with their partner, all you could do was be happy for them concealing the fact that you and Felix hadn’t been on one in ages. You keep glancing over at Felix throughout the night but he showed you no attention. Usually you would catch him staring at you and blowing kisses and winks at you, but tonight there was nothing.

The car ride home was the same as the car ride there - quiet.

Felix walked in your apartment first, you followed behind him closely. As you put your bag on the entry way table you tripped over a pair of shoes accidentally falling forward on Felix in the process.

“Y/N watch yourself!” Felix yells, clearly annoyed.

“Sorry,” you softly say as you got up. “I just tripped,” you defend yourself, feeling tears start to form in your eyes at his tone.

“God can you look where you’re going?!” he groans turning around to face you. He was red mad. He had never got this angry at you before for tripping over.

“Did I do something wrong to you Felix?” You asked softly, feeling something heavy in your chest. You needed an answer to why he’s been treating you differently, it’s obvious now that it wasn’t because of work. “Last couple of weeks you have just been distant towards me and I’m a little hurt by it,” you say cracking your voice in the process, pulling a string on Felix’s heart. He frowns at your reaction.

You watch him sigh, hesitating little bit before he answers “You know work is hectic-”

“-Is it?” You questioned in an offended tone, dumbfounded that he used the same excuse again - work. “Work is hectic that you have to yell at me because I accidentally tripped on your shoes? Work’s been hectic that you can’t even smile at me in front of our friends? Work’s been hectic that you can’t even answer a simple question about the colour of the icing on the cupcakes that use to mean so much to you?!”

You didn’t expect to have an outburst like this. Felix doesn’t reply, he just takes a deep breath watching you as you continue to lash out at him.

“You don’t ask if I’m okay anymore. You don’t hug me anymore. Because of work?” You chuckle, sarcastically.

“Y/N-” he takes a step closer to you.

“-You’ve leave for work early in the morning and come back home late on the days I’m at home-”

“I-” he tried to speak again.

“And when it’s the weekend you lock yourself in the office all day. You avoid spending time with me, you avoid talking to me.” Your face was red, brows furrowed as you keep your tears from falling.

“Y/N, let me talk-”

“What did I do to-” You cut him off again.

“I’m not inlove you anymore!” Your heart drops at his words. The tears you tried to conceal instantly rolls down your cheeks and you take in a sharp breath. “This relationship is draining me.” He adds, breaking you even more.

You didn’t expect this. He’s been so mean to you lately all because he wasn’t in love you anymore? It doesn’t make sense to you that all of this was done because he fell out of love. You refuse to believe it.

“Are you sure it’s not hate?” You sniffled, pulling another string from Felix’s heart. "Are you sure it's not because you hate me?" you repeat yourself when he doesn't answer, feeling a bit anxious that it might be true, that he actually hates you.

“Never.” Felix replied rapidly this time, his tone a lot more softer now. “I could never hate you Y/N." Felix continues to conceals his emotions, not letting anything pass you.

“But you’ve been acting like you do.” You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, your eyes wavering to seek any reaction from him.

“I just needed space Y/N.”

“I gave you space. So much space,” you retorted.

“I think we should..” he stops before he says the last words, letting you piece the puzzle by yourself.

“You want to leave me?” You question and he flicks his eyes away from yours. You got your answer.

He lets out a heavy breath, running his fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes falling back on yours. “It’s for the best Y/N.”

“No, I don’t understand. Where I go wrong, Lix?.” you reached out to grip his forearm as the tears continued down your face, dripping to the floor.

“I don’t want to be here with you anymore,” he says softly, trying to loosen himself from your hold but you latch onto him tighter as you shake your head no.

“That’s not a reason Lix. Tell me where I went wrong,” You needed answers. He owe it to you. “You were the one who chased me, remember? You made me fall in love with you. It’s been 4 years and you want to leave me? Why?” You asked, in a complete mess.

“I don’t know,” he replies. “I’m sorry Y/N,” Felix apologies.

“Tell me why?”

“I can’t-”

“Then stay.” If he didn’t have an answer then he shouldn’t leave you, it’s unfair.

Y/N,” he says firmly.

“Just for one night,” you say, taking in a deep breath. “You can leave when I fall asleep,” you surrendered, eyes wavering waiting for his answer. “Please,” you beg.

“Y/N.. Baby I can’t,” it was the first time he called you that in a while and your heart breaks once more. He stopped calling you that and started calling you by name for months now. How is it that you never noticed until now.

“I’ll let you go when I fall asleep.. Please..Just love me one last time, Felix.”

Felix contemplated. He stared at you. Your glossy eyes. Your runny nose. Your red cheeks. He watches your chest rises up and down as you tried to control yourself. He hates seeing you cry, he hates seeing you hurt. It breaks him. He gives in. “Okay.”

He has you on pulled up flushed on him on your shared bed, your legs tangled with his. Your face pressed again his chest as one of his hand is wrapped around your waist and the other traces nothings up and down your back. Your tears haven’t stop, they fall effortlessly out of your eyes on his shirt. You stay quiet. You want to talk. You have so many questions to ask. So many things you want to know. But you stay quiet because you know Felix won’t answer you. So instead you stare into nothing as you replay back your happiest memories with Felix. You can’t help the small smile that is pulled on your face as you remember everything, every detail of everyday with him.

You tried you best to stay awake but you feel your eye lids closing. You don’t want to give in to sleep because you know by the time you wake up, he’ll be gone. But you’re exhausted, both your body and mind.

Felix stares up at the ceiling. He’s guilty. He owes you a reason, he owes you answers but he keeps quiet. He replays back memories but he doesn’t have the same reaction as you. He doesn’t smile. He cries instead. Tears run down his face as you recalls the soft and sweet memories with you. How could he do this to you? How could he make you fall in love with him then walk out like this? How could he say he was no longer in love with you?

Felix doesn’t hear your sniffles anymore. He feels your breathing evens out with his body. You had fallen asleep in his arms.

Felix presses a kiss to your temple, his arm still holding your waist tightly.

“I’m sorry.”

[spinfins]

Emmlich crackfic part 1.

Thanks to @theworldofsisi, for helping me think it up.

“I didn’t think he could die,” Bellara sniffed. “Wasn’t the whole Lich thing supposed to mean he couldn’t die?”

“Anything will die if you drop a hundred foot colossus on it, Bel,” Neve said,

———

The Veilguard stumbled back through the Eluvian and into the Lighthouse.

Rook had just enough strength to drag herself up the stairs, and collapse into her usual seat in the library.

Everyone else followed her, armor falling off, sporting bruises and nursing wounds, but alive, whole.

All except for Davrin and Emmrich’s painfully empty seats.

They had done it. Elgar’nan was dead. And Solas was in the fade with his dagger, hopefully never to darken Rook’s headspace again.

But at what cost?

“I didn’t think he could die,” Bellara sniffed. “Wasn’t the whole Lich thing supposed to mean he couldn’t die?”

“Anything will die if you drop a hundred foot colossus on it, Bel,” Neve said, a little bluntly, but Rook didn’t blame her.

They were all shell shocked.

“Maybe,” Harding sniffed too, "maybe if we glue his skull back together.”

Rook shook her head. They had gathered Emmrich’s remains and effects shortly after the battle. “It’s powder, Lace. I think that’s what killed him. He could probably have survived a cracked skull.”

Silence reigned in the dismal room, and Emmrich’s chair seemed to throb with its emptiness, accusatory.

This was Rook’s fault.

She was their leader. She had assigned Emmrich to help fight the Juggernaut. And it was her fault his skull has sifted like sand through her fingers.

Her eyes hurt to look at Emmrich’s empty seat. She looked away, unable to bear it.

“Rook!” Lucanis put down his coffee mug and staggered back away from the chair. The others exclaimed in alarm as well.

It wasn’t the chair that was hurting Rook’s eyes.

It was the green eerie light, growing in it!

She shot to her feet and drew her sword.

The light sighed theatrically.

“Please don’t be dramatic about this,” it said. “I don’t know how long I can maintain my presence on this plane of the fade.”

“What—who are you?” Rook demanded.

It sighed again, “that is a bit hurtful. I’ve taken measures to make my voice recognizable, even if my physical form is lost to me.”

Rook squinted, she did, in fact, recognize those plummy, slightly waspish tones.

“…Emmrich?”

“Boo,” it—he said dogmatically. “Now would you be good enough to find me some sort of receptacle? It took me ages to find my way here, and I don’t like my odds if I must endeavour to do so again with how weak I currently am.”

He didn’t sound very weak, he sounded irritable.

But Rook supposed they had all just been crying over him, so she lowered her sword and endeavoured to help.

“Um…” she glanced around the room where the others all stood frozen in shock.

“Quickly please,” Emmrich urged, and now he did sound weak, his voice growing faint, his light flickering.

Kaffas! Rook grabbed the nearest thing to hand and set it on the seat of the chair.

“Er…Rook...”

“Not now, Lucanis,” she snapped, focused entirely on the Emmrich light, that was now broiling like a storm, trying to fit itself inside it’s new casing.

There was a tense moment, the air whined with magic as their lich friend endeavoured to ground himself to their plane of existence and anchor himself to the new vessel.

The magic popped with a flash of light, and they all exclaimed, covering their faces.

All was quiet, Rook raised her head blinking away the stars in her vision. She looked at the chair and the faintly glowing object that now housed Emmrich’s consciousness.

“Oh dear,” said the lich, sounding very uncomfortable, and a little echoey. “This is less ideal than I'd hoped.”

“…that was my coffee cup,” Lucanis finished.

———

Fin

———

This one takes place in a universe where Rook did not romance Emmrich.

We had a convo about how, if Johanna can escape and wreak havoc on the world if her skull is crushed, why couldn’t Emmlich do the same if he was destroyed in the final battle?

Crossposted to AO3 here

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62421127/chapters/161367043

[thescarletnargacuga]

Could we please have some more raceway Gumibunny? Like maybe a scene where Zooble cuts really deep into Jax. No one else cares or bats an eye (not even Caine) but Gumigoo being scared Jax’ll abstract so he tries to comfort him but isn’t doing a good job….Jax eventually confides in Gumigoo and the gator sympathizes with the rabbit and maybe even realizes that he has feelings for Jax…it obviously ends with the two making out because of course they would….

I’m hooked on this ship now…..

A/N: of course! Things get really emotional!

DON'T COMFORT ME

A RACEWAY AU GUMMYBUNNY ONESHOT

WARNING: hurt/comfort, angst, physical violence, depression, self-destructive behavior

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SMASH

Gangle's comedy mask flew from her face and shattered against the wall. Pieces of porcelain too small to glue scattered across the floor. Gangle covered her tragic face and fell to her knees, sobbing.

Jax's prank hadn't gone the way he expected, but it didn't matter much to him. She shouldn't have taken the seat meant for Gummigoo. "Well, that was a waste of a perfectly good airbag." He apathetically grimaced.

"What is wrong with you!?" Ragatha tried to comfort Gangle, but she was inconsolable.

Jax shrugged. "Not enough to matter and too much to care."

Kinger and Gummigoo blocked Gangle from Jax's view. Pomni wasn't around at the moment. Zooble had been upstairs but the sound of broken porcelain summoned them. They marched down and went straight to Jax, pure malice in their eyes.

Jax sighed. He knew what was coming. "Look, she wasn't the tar-"

WHAM

Zooble decked Jax, knocking him to the ground. "I won't waste my breath telling you how hard you can go [%$!#] yourself, you know how much of a waste of space you are."

No one said anything as Jax slowly sat up, rubbing his jaw. He wasn't going to bother defending himself, he just glared back at Zooble.

"But I will tell you this," Zooble lowered her voice to a threatening tone. "if you ever touch Gangle again, you won't have to abstract to join those in the cellar. I'll throw you in myself. Piece. By. Piece." She snapped her claw hand shut.

Gummigoo, still not fully understanding the concept of this "cellar", looks back and forth between Jax and Zooble. He couldn't tell how much of a threat what Zooble said was, but by Jax's silence....it was bad.

Jax collected himself from the floor and walked away. He could feel the group's eyes on him until he reached his room. He sat against the far wall, near the window, and stared off into space. His left eye twitched, a flash of pink covered the sclera for a split second.

~

Caine and Pomni popped into the garage, returning from an afternoon together. "Hello, everyone!" Caine greets but his smile falls fast when he sees Gangle.

"What happened??" Pomni saw the remains of Gangle's mask and her being held by Zooble and Ragatha. Kinger was gingerly picking up the pieces.

"Jax happened." Gummigoo said flatly.

"What?? Where is he!? Have you kicked him yet, Zooble? I would really like to kick him." Pomni puffed with anger.

"He was taken care of." Gummigoo answered again. Zooble was too concerned over Gangle to bother.

"Oh dear..." Caine snapped his fingers and the comedy mask shards came together as a whole in Kinger's hands. "There you are, I hope that helps."

Kinger gave the mask to Gangle without looking directly at her. He knew how much it bothered her for people to see her tragic face.

Gangle fit the perfect mask in place and sighed with relief. "Thank you..." She sniffed away the last of her tears.

Pomni looked up to the second floor loft, glaring at Jax's door. She took one step towards the stairs when Caine blocked her path. "Now, Now, my dear. Things have been resolved. Let's not potentially make things worse."

"But HE always makes things worse! Whatever he did to Gangle, he'll do again! It's about time he learned that we're not going to take it from him lying down!" Pomni argued.

Caine crossed his arms, remaining steadfast between her and the stairs. "From what I understand, he always gets his comeuppance. Be it from you, or any of the others. Karma has an interesting tendency of equalizing it's debts. If he is no longer causing trouble, let us not make more."

"Let it go, Pomni." Gangle said softly. "I'm okay."

Pomni took a calming breath. "Alright..."

Caine patted Pomni on the shoulder. "Save it for the track, my dear."

Gummigoo slipped away as everyone else chatted. He went upstairs and listened to Jax's door. He heard nothing. "Jax?"

"Get lost." Jax's muffled voice responded.

Gummigoo peaked over the railing to view the group downstairs. No one seemed to notice or care that he came up here. He determinedly went into Jax's room, closing the door behind him.

The room was dark, the shades on the window were drawn and the main light for the room was off. Only a small desk lamp on the nightstand next to the bed was lit. Gummigoo could only make out where Jax was by his brightly colored tracksuit.

"I thought I told you to get lost." Jax said stiffly, but he made no move to get up from the floor.

"I did. Don't know how I got here." Gummigoo dragged the desk chair out and sat, resting his elbows on his knees. "Why do you do it?"

"What the [%$!#] are you talking about?" Jax's tone was lifeless, like his responses were automated.

"Do this to yourself. You prank and push everyone to their limits until they are ready to, quite literally, beat the stuffing out of you. I've seen you get kicked and punched, and I've even thrown you out a window myself. That can't be painless. Why would you want that?"

Jax hesitated, but eventually answered quietly. He rested his head against the wall, eyes hollow. "I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all."

Gummigoo was taken aback. He wasn't prepared for that sort of response. "I'm sure you can feel more than pain."

"I used to. Did you know, I've been here the longest after Kinger? If it wasn't for everyone cutting into me every once in awhile... I'd have abstracted a long time ago."

"...No. no, I did not know that. Is abstraction....death?"

"In a way. You're no longer yourself. You become this amalgamation of agony and digital static. I've seen it happen so many times...so many. It's what's going to happen to all of us eventually. Well, us humans. Guess you'll finally get your wish of winning every race once we're gone..." Jax gave a humorless chuckle.

Gummigoo frowned. "I don't want that to happen. I like having all of you around."

"Except me."

"Huh?"

"You forgot to say except me. No one wants me around. I don't even want me around." The pink flash in Jax's eye happened again.

Gummigoo blinked, not sure what he just saw. "But, I do want you around."

Jax laughed a bit louder this time. "Yeah, okay, and I'm a long eared cat."

"I'm not lying." Gummigoo got out of his chair and sat next to Jax on the floor against the wall. "Maybe if you got along with the others more, you'd feel less alone."

"I tried that. I could be in a room with one hundred people and still feel alone. There's no point in friends. Only the pain keeps me grounded. I don't expect you to understand."

Gummigoo was silent for a long moment. "You're right, I don't understand. But...I'm still here. I don't care if you try to push me away. I'm staying right here."

"You'll regret it. I'm a waste of your time."

"People you care about are never a waste of time."

Jax's eyes went wide and he turned to look at Gummigoo. "...what did you say?"

"I care about you." Gummigoo repeatedly softly.

The pink flash happened again, Jax's eye twitched. "Why..?"

"Because no one should have to sit in the dark alone."

Jax's lip quivered. He gritted his teeth, trying to force himself to stop tearing up but his eyes kept watering. "[%$!#] you..."

Gummigoo smirked. "You'll have to try a lot harder than that."

Jax's whole body trembled. Emotions long buried were emerging and he was starting to freak out. He didn't know how to handle himself, so he sucker punched Gummigoo.

Gummigoo flexed his jaw. "Oof, that was a better attempt, buuuuut still here."

Jax went to swing again but Gummigoo hugged him, pinning his arms to his sides, and pulled into the gator's lap. "What-!? What are you doing!?" Jax squirmed.

"Showing you affection." He kept a tight embrace, preventing Jax from escaping.

"You're a nuisance."

"You seem to forget the fact that I am a rogue AI." Gummigoo chuckled. "Take it easy, little bunny. You're safe with me."

Jax froze, not believing his ears. The tears surfaced harder, and he couldn't wipe them away. "There is no safety here..."

"Right now, in this very spot, in this very moment, there is." Gummigoo kissed a tear away.

That broke Jax. He hid his face against Gummigoo's neck and sobbed. He sobbed for those he lost. He sobbed for his unknown past. He sobbed for the future he'll never have. He sobbed for himself...finally.

Gummigoo's embrace never loosened, afraid to let go. He let Jax cry out everything he has been holding back. When Jax was finally cried out, his face was drenched in tears. Gummigoo stood and carried Jax to the bed, using a corner of a sheet to wipe Jax's face. He tried to set Jax down, but the rabbit clung to him.

"....don't go." Jax whispered hoarsely.

Gummigoo got comfortable, holding Jax in his arms. "I'm still here." He caressed Jax's face. "Whatever comfort you need ...I'm here."

Jax pressed his lips to the end of Gummigoo's snoot. He wasn't even sure why he did it. He was an emotional wreck, and didn't know what to do with himself. It seemed like a half good idea at the time.

Gummigoo almost jerked back with surprise, but stayed. He let Jax kiss him, only lightly kissing back. If this is what Jax needed, he would provide.

Jax pulled away and curled into the tightest ball his lanky body could manage. His voice hurt. His head hurt. His body felt weak, and yet, liberated. As if the weight of the world was lifted, if only for a moment.

Gummigoo curled himself around Jax. "You're safe, little bunny."

[hugejk]

“Hold this” PG6

tiny little blurb tbh 😋

nun but fluff 💕

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The day after christmas was always hectic for you. Getting gift cards and money as gifts because you didn’t really have anything on your list anymore. So spending the day going to various stores with your boyfriend was always the plan.

Waking pablo up early, already excited and ready to go shopping. Pablo was not a morning person, shaking him vigorously to wake him up.

“5 more minutes….” he said turning over taking a heap on blanket in his arms.

“it’s already been 20 minutes cmon” you said dragging the n. After you said that he finally sat up, his short hair barely messy.

“pablo stop giving me the stink eye let’s go already.”

“i’m not giving you anything” he said finally getting out of bed. going straight to your shared dresser and pulling out some jeans and a plain white tee. You gathered a few things, your wallet, those gift cards and money, lipgloss and eyelash glue.

Pablo stretched some more and got his shoes on, grabbing his keys and looked to you to make sure you were ready. Even though you’ve been ready for an hour already.

driving there was always you favorite part, you had your music on playing whatever was on shuffle, you and pablo have this tradition where whenever you go shopping you have to get a new starbucks drink to try. So when pablo pulled into the drive through you got excited.

As he pulled up to the speaker he realized he never asked you what to get, and as the lady on the other end started to speak he looked at you nervously.

“what is it this time?”

you unbuckled yourself and leaned over him and started speaking,

“can i get two venti salted caramel mochas please? Extra whipped cream on one of them”

pablo could never understand the concept of ordering drinks at starbucks, all the choices and sizes always confused him. So most of the time you did the ordering.

as he payed for the drinks you gave him a little peck on the cheek, you pointed to the window as the woman standing there had your drinks.

now you guys were on your way to the local mall to see what stores there was. You already knew what you wanted to get. pablo on the other hand, had no idea what he was getting or where he wanted to go.

as he pulled into the parking spot you pulled down that little mirror in the car (pls tell me you know what it is😭) and started checking your makeup, reapplying your sparkly lipgloss. pablo stared at you in awe, the way you looked just had him in a trance.

“alright let’s go”

“i love you”

“i love you too pablo” you said as you kissed him and opened your door getting out of the car. As pablo immediately walked over to you and took your hand in his you guys started walking over to the entrance.

“ooo look at that dress! do you think they have my size?” you said looking at a dress through a window.

“amorcito, we haven’t even seen all the stores.” he said with a little disbelief in his tone, in a blink he was in the store looking at a black sparkly dress with you.

“we can come back and look at it cmon” he said dragging you out the store. One store caught your eye, bath and body works. Your favorite store, they had everything! body wash, lotion, body spray, and candles. You dragged pablo in the store and immediately started smelling the body sprays they had on display.

“does this smell good to you? I like it” you said as you kept smelling a new scent they released, holding it to pablo’s nose as he sniffed it too.

“that does smell really good” as you looked at him a lady walked up to you guys asking if you needed a bag,

“yes!”

“no thank you”

you looked at pablo and took the bag she offered and put the body spray in the bag walking over to the candles and smelling them, pablo relentlessly followed you. As you continue around in the store you told him about work drama, asked him how certain things smelled, stupid questions. Pablo’s favorite part was checking out, as soon as he stepped out the store he told you he had a headache.

you reached in your bag and pulled out a little pouch with advil inside, taking him to the vending machine and paying way too much for a water. It seemed like pablo just couldn’t stop complaining as he started begging you to get some food.

you sighed and took him to the food court with various options for food, but he already was in line for a random burger place. You followed him and scanned the menu

as you guys finished eating you went to some random clothing store, looking through all the pants and shirts. Pablo behind you on his phone carrying clothes you want to try on. Holding a shirt up to your torso you turn around and ask him,

“does this look good on me?”

“of course it does, everything looks good on you”

“okay! here hold this” you said as he dragged on behind you his arms shaking from everything he was holding. You made your way to the dressing room and took all the clothes you had and went into a stall. Pablo finding a seat and still scrolling on his phone.

But this specific outfit had you questioning if you wanted it or not, you walked out and called for him,

“does this outfit make me look weird? i can’t tell if i like it or not, does it make me look fat? does it-“

you got cut off by pablo telling you that you look gorgeous in everything, you looked in the mirror behind you and put your hands on your hips. you walked back to your stall and put on the clothes you had on originally finally deciding what you were gonna buy.

walking with pablo to the register with him still holding everything you thanked him for his hard work. As the woman at the register told you your total, you pulled out your wallet until pablo had already had his card out and put it in the pay thingy (you know right? 😭)

you looked shocked, you had the money to pay for it but he payed for you anyways. She handed you the bags and you gave them all to pablo of course. And made your way back to the car.

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A/N: i got lazy towards the end 😜

[of-pale]

I'd like to present my latest DMC headcanon/speculation to spice up the lore. But first let’s go over some of the canon:

DMC3 in vague terms establishes that two thousand years ago human and demon worlds were divided by Sparda using a bunch of complex rituals and seals. Here's the list of known layers:

Sparda confiscated the names of seven demons who each represent one of seven deadly sins, using them as seals for Temen-ni-gru. Once they were freed the tower could rise (this is pre-DMC3 manga business).

As for the tower itself, Sparda probably imprisoned seven guardians within the tower (Beowulf, Nevan, Cerberus etc.) + Leviathan that circles the tower.

For the next layer of security, Sparda created another seal powered by his own demonic power in the shape of Force Edge (it's true form being Devil sword Sparda), and locked that away with three elements: his own blood, blood of a human priestess and the perfect amulet (which further splits into two halves that are needed to awaken Devil sword Sparda).

Aaaanyway, that's a long rant to go over the known business, now I can present my glue sniffing headcanon. So the part of interest here is ‘Sparda sacrificed a human priestess to seal the Temen-ni-gru’. One would assume the priestess was a willing participant in the ritual, backed with predictable reasons like true faith and belief, desire to save humanity etc.. But! I'd like to present another reason; a theme that crops up across the series that separates humans from devils! Love. What if this mysterious priestess and Sparda loved each other very deeply, well, in Sparda’s case as much as a demon can love another being. What if it's this love, its consequent sacrifice (rest in pepperoni priestess) and persistence despite death that became a part of the seal splitting the realms apart?

Devil May Soap Opera 🗿

Continuing this thread, Sparda spends two thousand lonesome years still pining for a past love until he encounters Eva. She shakes up his world and he falls in love again. What if it's this shift in Sparda that causes the seal between the realms to weaken enough for Mundus to start pulling shenanigans, some demons start to push through into the human world. This leads to Sparda leaving in an effort to fix the issue, and eventually leads to the destruction of Sparda manor and Eva getting killed whilst trying to protect the twins.

Say what you will about this soap opera scenario, but it would explain why the seal held for two thousand years and only began to crap out recently. Was Sparda aware of the fact that love became part of the seal separating the realms? Probably not, seeing as love is a mysterious concept to demons or so the series establishes. They typically can't possess it. Sparda's just an oddball who can, since he's already an oddball that actually wanted to protect the humanity.

Aaaanyway! That's the ramble.

[screamintoad]

Forever thinking about Amelia Primrose stumbling into the cottage’s unused nursery through the window at 5 a.m., knowing damn well that she doesn't have much time before Hazel realizes that there's been an intruder - so she does her best to move as quickly as possible, while simultaneously trying not to disturb the precious bundle against her chest. With the baby snoring away like Amelia’s arms are the safest place on the planet to sleep in. Something tugs painfully inside her as she lowers her baby daughter mistake into the old wooden cradle, the emptiness of it - no blankets, no toys, just one of her ex-husband’s t-shirts wrapped around the baby's body as a poor excuse of comfort - is a sudden sharp pang to her mind, which is still coming to terms with what happened in that small apartment that was once her home; nothing felt quite real since then, not even the warm weight of another living breathing creature pressed against her own body. 

The moment Amelia’s hands left Blanche, there's immediate sniffing and shuffling as if she knows that Amelia’s leaving, and Amelia knows that she has to go, she can’t be a single parent when she can’t even take care of herself. But something about this lonely dark room filled with shadows and the cold morning air coming from the open window reminds Amelia of something she’s been trying to bury all of her life. She yearned for a bigger life outside of the small cottage where she grew up, yet, the sound of the baby crying somehow glues her to the place where she’s standing.

"Shh, shh, I know, I’m so sorry." She's not even sure what she’s saying sorry for at this point. It just feels like the only word that she knows, "She will take care of you, I promise, okay? No need to cry, please don't cry, my little wildflower."

Her heart throbs at the pain, some new kind of pain that she doesn't know how to numb yet as she takes off her glove to touch Blanche’s cheek as tears continued falling. Who’s were they? It didn’t matter at this point. Something blooms at the touch, first skin to skin contact since her husband left the night prior.

Why can't she just leave?

The effort it takes to pull away once again almost leaves her gasping for air, and it takes a few seconds for the baby to start crying again, but Amelia can't afford herself slowing down. Though she keeps talking desperately as she left a note beside the crib and moved back to the window, tugging her glove back on. 

"I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I promise I will come back as soon as I can. I just need to fix a debt."

She knew her situation wasn’t a good one, one that her beloved daughter couldn’t be a part of. She could hear her own mother’s scolding, especially being gone for over a year. Oh how she wished to hear her mother scold her, tell her what to do to fix this, maybe even comfort her. 

Amelia left with the first break of dawn, knowing damn well that this heartbroken wailing is going to haunt her no matter how much time passes or how far away she is.

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