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alexxncl · 11 days

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 34 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | lesson 33 | lesson 35

i might be getting ahead of myself here, but are we lilith ?? like is that what's happening rn ??? he's not saying mc's name, and raphael doesn't day their name in the next scene...if so then that's actually really fucking sad 💀

it makes sense though, belphie not wanting mc to go into his head bc he's still clinging to the past and doesn't want to lose them forever like he lost his little sister forever, especially since human life is so finite compared to that of a demon or an angel or a reaper

also it's obvious by his choice of words that despite him looking older, belphie is very, very young in his mindscape, just like mammon was. i feel like this also shows how close mams and belphie are even if it's not shown much on screen in the game, or at least how much belphie takes after mammon's, if not all of his older brothers traits, for better or worse

well nvm...i still think my theory is valid though. belphie wants to go back to his old life and end up not losing lilith, but still have mc with him

i wonder how similar mammon and belphie's bond in the celestial realm is to their bond in the devildom. is belphie still as reluctant to ask for help and advice openly? is the banter still the same? are there less insults? how does the age gap here cause them to treat each other differently if at all? or the lack of angelic status?

oh i'm gonna cry

big brother mammon will always have my heart and i need more of him

we know belphie's love of stars and constellations and the night sky in general started when he was in the celestial realm, and seeing it manifest in mammon in his mindscape makes my heart happy, even if mammon isn't the reason he became interested in astronomy (was it michael? lucifer? idk i don't remember)

i also think it's very interesting how belphie's brain is actively working against him "wanting to hide from mc". he literally said "i don't want you to see the inside of my mind" and is hiding away from them. i think, in reality and in his mindscape, he's running from the fact that he has to face his feelings about the idea of mc leaving to go to the "human realm" and the possibility of losing them forever like he lost lilith

this was (obviously) not beel speaking, but his inner thoughts in the shape and voice of beel. circling back to belphie having the best and worst traits of his brothers, his insecurity and need for reassurance rivals levi's, and we don't get to see it as blatantly because he masks it way better than levi does

ok so we're here in the timeline...interesting. how much time passed between luci and dia's first meeting and the celestial war? how much time had passed between the celestial war and mc's initial arrival to the devildom? how much had belphie aged?

angels and demons age different than humans do, and belphie doesn't feel any older than like...10 or 11 at the most, but beel seems older than that. maybe its his mind warping things to make himself seem and feel younger, but maybe he really was that young. was lilith even born at this point? how old was belphie during the time of the war ?????

also i'm mad we didn't get to see michael bc i wanna know what he looks like but oh well 🧍🏾

oh baby :((((

i'm not the biggest belphie fan AT ALL, at least canon belphie, but i think it's necessary to acknowledge how his trauma severely affects the way he acts. he went from blaming himself, to blaming an entire race of people for his sister's death. he feels like he should've been the one to die, even if it meant leaving his twin without him

now, if he got a proper redemption arc after lesson 16, THEN we could talk. i think the devs fumbled his character in that regard, but my hcs about his redemption will have to suffice for now

he didn't want mc to see this dark part of himself because he hates that he still has this mindset, that he's trapped in a cycle of "what ifs" and wishing it were him instead of her, constantly ruminating and letting his anger and grief fester without ever dealing with it properly and letting himself heal. he not only thinks he doesn't deserve to heal, but that he doesn't deserve to live long enough to see himself heal, that he doesnt deserve to live at all

WHY ARE YOU BEING DIFFICULT????

i mean i knew this would happen since its only lesson 34 and there's still 6 more to go...but damn

i love and hate the fact that he's so smart. like, they could easily just ask barbatos to send them back to the human realm if it was that serious. he's clearly taken a liking to them. lucifer knows something's up, and he won't forge a pact with them until he gets to the bottom of whatever's going on

initially, i thought it was a spell to bring them back since he'd been the one facilitating the trips into the brothers' mindscapes this whole time, but this is wayyy more interesting

i feel like the barbatoses communicate across timelines, or that their lives intermingle with each others' somehow, so whatever they feel for one person in a specific timeline is felt for ever version of them in every timeline. we know barbatos, at the very least, knows that kayden is an important person in the grand scheme of things, whether it be because of the way diavolo feels about them or because they play a large part in the obey me version of a canon event

if it's more than base level importance, we can assume that there's a level of trust and love that barbatos feels for mc that stretches across time (callback to the login screen's dialogue)

maybe he gave us the piece of the grimoire for a reason outside of belphie's mindscape escapades. what if this is how we gain lucifer's trust? if a demon as powerful as barbatos can give mc a piece of his grimoire, then he should be able to make a pact with them, seeing as they're trustworthy enough to be in cahoots with THE time demon

anyways barbatos is nightbringer and you can't tell me otherwise. unless you think it's michael. then i might hear you out...i'm stuck between thinking either of them is the titular character simply because of the simultaneous lack and abundabce of emphasis on michael's importance

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wistfulrat · 7 months

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・❥・lesbian wangxian reccs ・❥・

ao3topships poll gate made me realize there are hundreds nay thousands of u who dont know abt lesbian wangxian ?? that’s so sad can i proselytize u real quick

mimilamp cinematic universe (the ppl’s mcu) sorry for starting this list with a whole author catalog. as if it's my fault!! these gave me covid. no listen mimilamp fics have feverish lesbian angst levels of hot horny despair that could paralyze a large forest animal. and on a sentence level it's just stunning. messy dykes fumbling toward love confessions while making emotionally insane choices and the sex scenes fuckn bang ??? god is real

good, good - 13.5k E Wei Ying has two broken wrists and now she needs Lan Zhan to help her do stuff (jerk off)

here’s a story - 46k E Wei Ying reluctantly joins her recently-dumped best friend, Lan Zhan, on a couples' holiday retreat. Snow! Drinks! Truth or dare! There's a s-s-s-single bed! You'll never guess what happens next.

out of your system - 20k E “Maybe you should get me out of your system,” Wei Ying blurts. “Maybe that’ll help.” // Wei Ying finds out her best friend Lan Zhan is in love with her and offers a really super solution.

exposure therapy - 14k E Wei Ying clambered up from the floor, put the joint on the corner of the night stand, announced, “Exposure therapy,” and got into Lan Zhan’s bed. // Lan Zhan doesn't like to be touched, Wei Ying likes to touch.

know no one else - 20k E Lan Zhan moves out, Wei Ying's boyfriend moves in. Six months later, Lan Zhan visits, they go to a party, and Wei Ying has something to tell her.

74243 this author should be studied in a lab bc these 2 fics ruined my life. a pulitzer prize short fic with immaculate tone followed by the fuck nastiest shit you will ever read. "wei ying swipes right" still a top 3 bar of all time re: fic summaries. like people died.

chef’s kiss - 6.5k E Wei Ying said, “You know, in some ways I’m kind of depressed. I took your biggest dick on my first try. Now I don’t have anything to build up to.” “There are bigger ones available,” Lan Zhan said lazily. “I can pay for express shipping.” // (Lan Zhan works the late shift.)

pull out game weak - 22.7k E Wei Ying swipes right.

plonk this is the only fic in many ways. dyke nmj's mustache academy award winning breakout role. possessive hot dyke lwj. the sentence "don't knot her you freak." have u ever seen a group chat get rabies in real time. the slut rot breached containment. it was a public health crisis. it brought back horny cinema. cultural reset.

good friends - 11.5k E “I could invite her over for when the game’s done,” Nie Mingjue offers. Lan Zhan hums, considering it. They do that sometimes. Take omegas down together.

occultings will i ever get tired of -wwx thinks she's straight and wants to practice being gay with sadsack lwj who is like sure im in love with u and this will cause me psychic damage but mayhaps that's the cost of being homiesexual--? no i dont get tired of the classics it's called taste

give me one good honest kiss - 25k E The text keeps flashing over and over in Lan Zhan's head like the bulb lights on a marquee. They’d been talking about homework directly before that, swapping notes on music theory in the baroque period. Then, like a fork of lightning out of a clear blue sky: wanna practice kissing? 😚 // Wei Ying suggests an arrangement. Lan Zhan, in love, deals.

saltyfeathers ok so like sure it's ill advised to get your cartilage pierced at claire's but if you wanted the experience of participating in deranged hysteric behavior that kinda bangs in a badgood way? well then.

the mall that has it all - 8k E She introduced herself in the food court, breathless after sprinting across it in Lan Zhan’s direction and vaulting over a table only to crash into the seat across from her, ask, “Can I have a sip?”, spring forward with both elbows on the table to wrap her burgundy lips around Lan Zhan’s smoothie straw, wrinkle her nose, and say, “What is that, kale? Not really my thing, as like, a mall goth. Oh!” A pleased, chaotic exhale. “My name’s Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan said, after taking a moment to fully process the last forty-five seconds, “What?” or; mall goth au

#just thought abt mimilamp “baby are you happy” and almost walked into traffic #wangxian fic rec #lesbian wangxian #mdzs #the untamed #cql #femslash #wlw wangxian #mimilamp #74243 #plonk #occultings #saltyfeathers

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anyasathenaeum · 1 month

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if requests are still open, maybe something for wolfwood where the reader gets injured pretty badly and he accidentally confesses? there’s been a lot of this kind of request lately LOL sorry- I’m rewatching badlands rumble and his little widow phase of destroying his hotel room then swapping his shades for vash’s is doing something to my brain… that and how brutally he internalized livio’s “death” in stampede.. like, maybe reader tried to hide the injury at first not wanting to hold whatever they were doing up, and he doesn’t really get any time to process so he doesn’t really realize what he’s saying until reader comes to in the hospital and gets to coyly tease their grumpy unhappy-but-very-happy but still somewhat stressed and upset over the “ok but what if you *had* died” wolfwood over how sappy and soggy he’d been lol (very “subtly” adding in the trope of sharing a hospital bed but if someone asked? totally wasn’t my idea)

A/N: HEY ANON, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS. WHAT A GOOD IDEA. Also not the widow phase omfg poor Wolfwood. Let's be real, Wolfwood really internalizes all his pain and grief and he needs a hug. Anyways, have this! Hope you like it, and sorry it took so long. Warnings: Mentions of violence, injuries, blood, death (almost), Wolfwood being bad at feelings (he's trying, okay?).

You weren't really sure how this had happened.

One of the downsides of travelling alongside Wolfwood was that he somehow managed to find himself trouble wherever he possibly could. This only worsened when he met Vash.

So, here you were, hiding behind an abandoned building in the middle of some crazy shootout between law enforcement, an undertaker, and a wanted fugitive with the biggest bounty on his head that No Man's Land had ever seen. Although, it seemed like law enforcement and the undertaker you called your best friend were the ones doing all the shooting.

At some point, a stray bullet ricocheted and lodged itself in your side, causing you to cry out in pain. Thankfully, neither Vash nor Wolfwood had been near you at the time, so they hadn't been there to witness you getting shot. Gritting your teeth and biting down on the collar of your coat, you quickly dug out the bullet, silencing your screams as white-hot pain coursed through your veins. Thankfully, the bullet came out cleanly with minimal digging, the small "plink!" as the metal casing hit the ground announcing your success in getting it out.

Sweat coursed down the side of your face and beaded your forehead, your chest heaving from the pain of your wound. With shaking hands, you fumbled through your coat pockets, digging out the piece of cloth you used as a handkerchief. It was clean enough, so biting down once again, letting out a groan of pain, you clumsily packed your bullet wound using your handkerchief. Once you were satisfied, you wriggled your coat off and tied it tightly around your waist, directly over your wound to apply pressure and stop the bleeding as best as you could.

"Move, (Y/N). You have to move," you gritted out, trying to get your body to listen to you.

You could still hear gunfire, and you heard Wolfwood's voice yelling various things at Vash between blasts and shots, so you knew both of them were still alive. In a moment of calm, you got to your feet, scrambling over to where the two of them had taken cover as best as you could, trying to ignore the pain radiating through your body with every step.

"(Y/N)! There you are!" Vash exclaimed, clearly glad to see you. Wolfwood, however, was otherwise occupied, using The Punisher to keep the law enforcement at bay and said nothing, merely glancing at you and nodding in acknowledgement of your arrival.

"Y-Yeah! Sorry, guess I got separated from you guys!" You shouted back over the sound of gunfire, glancing around and trying to figure out how to escape.

After a couple moments, Vash and Wolfwood managed to orchestrate an escape, and you followed as best as you could. However, the more you ran, the more you felt bile rising in your throat, the pain from your wound overwhelming you. Your vision began to fade in and out as you struggled to keep up with the two men, and just as you believed you would pass out, they stopped, giving you time to catch up.

Your chest heaved as you stumbled to a stop, your entire body in pure agony, sweat pouring down your face.

"Well, good job keeping up, sweetheart!"

You heard Wolfwood's teasing voice addressing you, and as you looked up at him, you could see him smiling at you with a crooked cigarette hanging from between his lips. His face was covered in ash and dust, but thankfully, he seemed unharmed. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you processed this, your heart all but singing in relief in your chest.

While you refused to acknowledge it openly, you knew, deep down, that your feelings for Nicholas D. Wolfwood had long since changed from simply friendship. Somewhere along the way, your heart had become his, and your feelings deepened. Somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with the man who was your closest and best friend.

However, now, as you gazed at the man you loved, your vision began to blur. Your entire body suddenly felt light, and you felt dizzier than ever before. You could make out Wolfwood's face, his expression changing almost in slow motion, his teasing smirk falling away as he looked at you, his eyes widening in fear as he realized that something was desperately wrong.

"N-Nick..."

'I must've lost more blood than I thought.'

The thought vaguely crossed your mind, but you didn't pay it much attention as you felt yourself stumble and fall forward. Before you could land face-first into the sand, though, you felt strong yet gentle arms wrapping around you, supporting you and catching you before you could fully collapse.

"(Y/N)!"

You could make out a voice calling your name, their tone frantic and clearly frightened, and as you looked up, you could just barely recognize that it was Nicholas who was holding you. You could no longer make out his entire face, parts of vision fading in and out, but you caught glimpses of his expression, and you could see that his lips were moving.

"-tay awake! Ya hear me?! Stay awake! Goddamnit!"

His voice sounded far away, muffled as though submerged beneath water, but the panic in his words was evident. You could feel the pressure of his body against yours as he clutched you to him, but you could no longer feel the warmth that should've been radiating from him. The pain had disappeared, but so had just about everything else, too.

"(Y/N)! Look at me, just look at me, doll! That's it, just-"

You could no longer hear him, the only remainder of your consciousness the fragments of your vision and some ability to feel. You could see blood on Nicholas's hand, but somehow, you knew that it wasn't his - it was yours.

'Nicholas, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'

You watched as Nicholas reached into his suit frantically, clearly searching for something. You could just barely make out what looked like one of his vials in his hands as he broke it open - would that stuff even work on you?

You felt your head being tilted back, strong but surprisingly gentle fingers on your jaw and your cheeks trying to open your mouth so he could tip the regenerative drug down your throat. It must've proven difficult because you could see a frustrated expression on Nicholas's face, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled, unable to get the vial's contents in your mouth.

Before you could process what you were seeing, you suddenly felt something pressing firmly against your mouth - something soft and supple, and you could taste something strangely cold dripping down the back of your throat.

When your vision cleared slightly, you realized what you were feeling - Nicholas's lips were pressed against yours in a desperate kiss, a frantic attempt to get the drug that could potentially save your life into your system. While you had been guilty of imagining what your first kiss with Nicholas might've looked like, this certainly wasn't it.

'A kiss?... Nicholas...'

And then the darkness swallowed you, taking Nicholas and the world with it.

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Darkness.

That's all you knew and all you could make out - the darkness that surrounded you completely. Somehow, though, you knew you weren't dead. Not yet.

Slowly, over time, you felt yourself beginning to regain bits of your consciousness - you hadn't yet opened your eyes, but you had become aware of the sounds and goings-on around you, wherever you were presently.

You could hear a steady beeping from whatever machine was beside you. You could hear the footsteps and voices of whichever healers had come in to check on you. You could feel the ache from your wound, no longer the sharp, agonizing pain from before but still painful and uncomfortable. You could feel pressure of something warm laying in your lap, and something rough yet soft and warm enveloping your hand.

The darkness seemed to ease bit by bit, slowly giving way to more and more of your senses and allowing you to piece together information about what happened and where you were - you were in a medical center a couple towns over from where you, Vash and Wolfwood had gotten caught up in the shootout with law enforcement.

By the bits of conversations you had caught from healers, you'd lost quite a lot of blood by the time you were brought in, and you were on the brink of death for a time before stabilizing. You had also caught snippets of conversations referring to "your visitor", a person who had apparently not once left your side and whose identity you weren't entirely certain of until you'd heard them speak.

"You idiot."

'Nicholas.'

His voice was low and gravelly, and to your surprise, his words were slightly shaky. You had only heard his voice do that when he was afraid or overwhelmed.

"Y-You... you got shot, and you didn't think to tell me? You idiot, we're supposed to trust each other. You're supposed to trust me! We always have each other's backs, don't we? Just like we always have. So why didn't you tell me, (Y/N)? Why didn't you say something? Instead... I watched you die."

'But I'm not dead! I'm right here, Nick!'

You wished you could speak and reassure him, explain why things happened the way they did, but you were still just waking up, not yet fully conscious.

"Do you have any idea just how afraid I felt, (Y/N)? Seeing you like that, bleeding in my arms, unable to get you to wake up or to stabilize you? I thought you HAD died, I was convinced that that was it - I'd lost the one person in the world who meant absolutely everything to me, the one person I loved."

Your heart all but stopped when you heard those words - he loved you? Nicholas D. Wolfwood loved you? Was this reality, or were you simply dreaming?

Before you could begin to process his confession, you heard Nicholas continuing to speak, his voice still low and even shakier than before.

"This world is crazy, a-and terrible, and you were the only person who ever made it make sense, (Y/N). W-When I thought you were dead... God, I wished I were dead, too. So you don't ever get to do that again, do you hear me?! You don't ever get to do this to me again. I'm not losing you again."

Nicholas's voice was so filled with a mix of emotions - anger, fear, sadness, grief, frustration, and so much pain. Had you been able to cry, you would've, guilt flooding through you as you realized just how much you had affected him.

You hadn't intended for this to happen. You just hadn't wanted to worry him in the middle of a gunfight, but afterwards, things had just moved so quickly that you hadn't had a chance to alert him or Vash to your injury.

'Wake up, (Y/N). Wake up now, you have to.'

You let out a soft groan as you struggled to open your eyes, wincing as the light stung after however long you had spent in darkness. As your eyes adjusted, you looked over to see a very unshaven, rugged-looking Nicholas sitting by your bedside, his eyes wide in surprise as he looked at you.

As soon as you made eye contact with him, you gave him a soft smile. Your throat and mouth were dry, and your voice was extremely hoarse and ragged.

"H-Hi."

Nicholas just stared at you, not saying anything as you slowly sat up in your bed with a groan, your wound aching as you shifted. You struggled to sit up, your muscles weak as you tried to move for the first time in a while, and you suddenly felt an arm around you, helping you sit up. When you glanced over, you saw that Nicholas was the one helping you up.

"Thank you," you whispered hoarsely, your face darkening slightly from embarrassment as you processed everything that you'd heard. You reached over to your bedside table for the glass of water, finally taking a sip to parch your throat.

"How are you feeling? Any pain?"

Wolfwood's voice was quiet, no longer shaky as it had been before. Instead, now it was concerned, his gaze looking you over from top to bottom. He was surprisingly good at keeping his emotions hidden when he needed to.

"I'm achy, but otherwise, I think I'm okay," you replied, smiling at him a bit, "H-How long have I been out?"

"A few days. Almost a week, now."

"That explains a lot," you sighed. "I'm sorry, Nick. For everything. I..." You looked down at your hands in your lap. "I got shot in the middle of the gunfight, and both you and Vash were busy. I just... I didn't want to distract either of you or worry you in the middle of it all. I figured I could tell you afterwards, but then... things went so fast. I'm so sorry..."

Wolfwood just sighed heavily, shaking his head as he spoke, "You scared the crap outta me, (Y/N). You know that?"

"I know..." You felt ashamed as you continued to look at your hands, unable to make eye contact with Nicholas just yet. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I hope that you forgive me, eventually."

Wolfwood just sighed again, standing up from his seat and walking over to your bedside once more. He gazed at you for a long moment before asking, "Well? Aren't ya gonna move over?"

You blinked.

"W-What?"

"Move over, idiot," Wolfwood scoffed, rolling his eyes at your lack of understanding.

You blinked again before feeling heat rising to your face and shifting over in the medical bed, making enough room for Wolfwood to climb in next to you. The undertaker got comfortable in the bed next to you, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you close to him, hugging you close to him. You immediately wrapped your arms around him in return, burying your face into his chest and taking comfort from his presence. Despite his rough exterior, the man was a huge softie who needed this just as much as you did.

"I missed you, Nick," you mumbled softly, letting your eyes fall closed and allowing a small smile to appear on your face as you continued, "And I love you too, by the way."

Now it was Nicholas's turn to blink, clearly stunned.

"What?"

You couldn't help but giggle softly, "I heard your words, Nick. Including your confession of love."

"What confession of love?"

Now you were properly laughing at the expression of confusion on Nicholas's face and the fact that his face had turned a shade of deep crimson.

"You didn't even realize that you'd said it, eh, Punisher?"

You couldn't help but tease the man who was your best friend, stifling your laughter as best you could as you watched Nicholas trying to figure out exactly what he had said to you and the colour of his face only darkening.

"You said "I'd lost the one person in the world who meant absolutely everything to me, the one person I loved" when you were talking to me. You thought I was still unconscious, but I could hear you, Nick - I just couldn't answer you then," you explained softly, reaching up and tilting Nicholas's face so he was looking at you as you spoke, "I love you, too, Nicholas D. Wolfwood."

"Seriously?" Nicholas replied cautiously, studying your face as if to ensure you were telling the truth.

"Yes, you moron, seriously!" You laughed, tapping his cheek playfully. "I've loved you for a long time, I just never told you. And now, I'm glad I never told you. Otherwise, I never would've heard your dramatic love confession. I never knew you were such a hopeless romantic, Nick! Didn't think you had it in you."

"Oh, shut up," Nicholas muttered under his breath, his blush darkening as he looked away from you in embarrassment. "You're lucky I love you."

You couldn't help but grin teasingly, "Oh, I'm sure. By the way, I really wasn't expecting my first kiss with you to be when I was borderline unconscious and with you pouring whatever is in those vials into my mouth."

"I-wha-you-!"

Nicholas was spluttering, his face crimson as he tried to argue or contradict your statement, and it only made you laugh harder than you had been previously. You burrowed into his embrace, holding him as tightly as you could without worsening your injury.

"Splutter all you want, Undertaker, you're not escaping this. Although..." You trailed off with a mischievous grin before saying simply, "I'd be happy to do a retake of our first kiss."

After a moment of recovery from his embarrassment, Nicholas ran a hand through his hair before chuckling slightly, "Yeah? That so, doll? I think I could be persuaded to do that... for the right price."

"The right price? What price is that?" You asked, looking at him curiously.

"I dunno yet. I'll think of something later."

Without another moment of hesitation, Nicholas leaned down, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck as he pressed his lips to yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss.

Unlike before, this kiss wasn't desperate and filled with fear of you dying. This kiss was tender and gentle and loving, chaste and almost unsure. You felt your heart fluttering in your chest as you happily returned the kiss, the rest of the world falling away for the moment.

When the two of you pulled away, you snuggled into Wolfwood's embrace, at last feeling content and safe.

"Hey, Nick?"

"Yeah, (Y/N)?"

"Where did Vash disappear to?"

Nicholas just chuckled.

"Blondie's been chillin' in the inn in town. I haven't seen him much since you ended up here."

"Well... maybe you outta go shower and take a nap and shave or something. Because as much as I love you, you look rough."

"Hey! That's a rude thing to say to your hero, sweetheart!"

You couldn't help but smile.

"My hero, indeed."

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pjxjg · 14 days

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Mafia Boss!Jason x Writer/Artist!Percy anyone?

“I’m going in a date.”

The amount of water Piper snorted back up into her glass was concerning, especially after sending the girl into a horrible bout of wracking wheezed and coughs.

“Your- your what?” She rasped, letting out another light choke of air.

Jason didn’t look up from his spot in front of the mirror, fixated on tying his tie and combing down the spikes in his blonde hair.

“Frank set me up with this guy he met through Hazel, and she says we’d be really good together.”

Piper snorted, scrubbing the water on her skirt with a dry tissue. “Oh yah? And how’s that gonna go?”

When she caught the look Jason sent her, she sighed and set down the tissue, clasping her hands together and pressing them to her lips.

“Just- do you really thinks a good idea? I mean, the only person you’ve ever dated was me. And that was before I came out as lesbian.”

“Well we had a long-er relationship, didn’t we? I thought it was ok.” Jason sniffed.

Piper gave him a blunt look, “Jay, we were freshmen in high school who only met because my mom shot your dad.”

The blonde opened and closed his mouth, “So-o?”

“Buddy. Babe. Our first date one of your family’s rivals tried to gun us down from the roof of the cinema we were walking to.”

Jason sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair, deciding it looked a bit too fancy. “I know, Pipes, I know. But with the pestering Zeus has been laying on, I just would rather go out and try to find love instead of have him select someone for like a treaty or something.”

Piper raised a brow, “Like back in the day marriage to stop rivalry shit?”

“Well-” Jason fumbled for an excuse. “Yah.”

“Afraid he’ll pair you up with someone who can kick ass better than you?”

Jason threw his comb at her.

“Jeez, sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to hit a sensitive nerve.” Piper muttered through horribly hidden chuckles.

“Whatever, Pipes, I’m going. And you can sit here and laugh yourself to death for all I care.”

“Just- be careful, ok Jase? You don’t want to hurt yourself, or worse, get this mysterious blind date killed.” Piper said, “I mean, what is you really liked him? And some other gang found out?”

“I’ll be cautious, and I’ll be really honest with him too- Hazel said that Frank said that this guys pretty chill.”

“But is ‘chill’ enough to come to terms with your family business, that can be pretty sketchy for someone. I mean- my mom’s pretty invested and I was still freaked out by it. I just-“ Piper struggled to think up what to say next.

“This could end really badly with an innocent death, or you dead if you’re not careful. Look what happened to your mom.”

Jason winced slightly at the mention of Beryl, “I- you right. But I don’t know, I feel like this’ll be good for me. And what if I do end up with some kickass boyfriend, it could end badly or it could end pretty great, I think.”

“That’d be something I’d want to see.” Piper took another sip of her water, swirling it around in her cup. “You, trying to interrogate in the living room. About to break the biggest secret that could make your family’s business untouchable, when suddenly.” Pipers voice rose ten octaves.

“‘Hey honey, what do you want for dinner?’”

Jason will admit, he snorted out a laugh, turning to Piper, who had also broken out into a light airy laugh that sounded like a wheeze because she couldn’t get enough air.

“Who- who the fuck says he’ll talk like that?” He snorted.

“It was an in the moment thing, ok. It got you scrambling to get your shit together didn’t it?”

Jason turned to Piper, opened mouthed with another insult coming up his throat, before she cut him off again.

“Look- maybe this will be good for you. I don’t know it’ll end well. But maybe you can get something out of this. Like a slap to the reality or a ‘kickass boyfriend.’”

“Thank you, Piper, thank you.” Jason said earnestly, trying ruffle his hair his just a bit more.

“You’re welcome. And for the love of all things holy don’t get yourself killed because you’re trailing after some asshole Frank knows.”

“Oh fuck off Pipes.” Jason grabbed his coat of the small hook by the door, checking for his wallet and the extra small handgun tucked into the side pocket.

“Love you too! You stupid ass bastard!”

The last thing the blonde mafia boss heard was a shrill laugh from Piper before the door was slammed shut.

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just a thought, i’m to lazy to write fics but here’s some more inspiration

#jason x percy #gay #otppp jercyyy #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #ships #jercy #artistxmafiaboss #i love them #i also love the trope #romance

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ok yes i am working on the last part of UC, but this came to me in a half-asleep haze. maybe a mini series? what are everyone's thoughts?

You work a tiring corporate job. It pays well, but it’s draining. You put a façade on in the office, one of polite, unruffled professionalism, but it slips quite quickly as soon as you push your way through the polished revolving glass doors of the modern high-rise.

He knows all of this because he watches you.

It’s not creepy, he attempts to convince himself, because he goes to that coffee shop too. The cozy, dim-lit one that overlooks your place of work. Granted he used to only go once every blue moon. He’s there far more often now, in a darkened back booth, at the same time in the day.

A total coincidence.

Simon Riley never used to spend a lot of time in London. He has a permanent address there, under a fake name, just to smooth over certain legalities. He never bothered too much with the details. In between assignments, he comes back to ensure everything is as it should be, and to water the small cactus on the windowsill, a gift from MacTavish. It’s one of those low-maintenance ones; you should soak the soil once every two months just to ensure it doesn’t turn a duller shade of green. Simon is half certain he could feed the thing gasoline and it would still flourish.

But that was all before the injury.

The team had been deployed somewhere in the South American jungle, attempting to uncover an arms trafficking operation. While the job had been successful, Ghost had been rewarded with one in the gut. They had patched him up real well, but the Captain had insisted he take some time. He hadn’t wanted to. It gets all too quiet when he is left to his own devices.

But in this café, under warm fairy lights and surrounded by chatter, it isn’t as lonely. Especially for the five minutes just after 17:00 hours when you come in to place your order.

He isn’t sure what had drawn him to you in the first place. I could have been any number of things. The gait of your walk, the way you struggle with the heavy door, your sweet voice, or the way you treat the serving staff. They all like you. Especially the ginger kid with the glasses… he likes you a bit too much. It could have been the way you shrug off your blazer in the late summer heat, folding it into the crook of your elbow and rolling your neck, eyes fluttering shut. It could have been the way you usually fumble to hold everything in one hand, one cup, one paper bag, always, along with your purse, jacket, blue light glasses. Peppermint tea… and a biscuit, he had found out when he had walked too closely past you one day. You were delicately trying to pry the lid from your cup to let the drink cool and he had smelled the fresh aroma of it.

Whatever the reason, he has formed some strange one-sided connection with you. You haven’t noticed him, maybe you never will, because he sits in the darkest corner of the shop, hood pulled over his head and medical mask in place whenever he isn’t eating or drinking. He is reading a lot recently, James Patterson, John le Carré, but George R. R. Martin is his current. It is a welcome change of pace. And a good excuse to spend the bulk of the afternoon here, nursing a black coffee and croissant BLT.

But today is different. It’s different because you have dark circles under your eyes and you’re staring at nothing in particular and when the barista hands you your drink you say thank you, but you don’t smile. You always smile. And he’s trying to tell himself that it’s none of his business, that it’s not his problem but it is. Suddenly, it’s his biggest problem.

#i got a little distacted #also i know nothing about the plot #my brain is empty aside from this snippet #open to suggestions #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #i also know very little about cod fyi #obviously i would do my research #jreadswrites

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kringletheelf04 · 1 year

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The spirit of Christmas?! (chapter 4)

The hallways seem to twist and turn in random directions but Bernard seems to know how to navigate it like the back of his hand. He looks back to make sure I'm still following every once in a while. I'm practically tearing off my skin at this point. My tattoo is hot to the touch and I can feel it through my sleeve. Bernard rubs his wrist every now and then, looking to me with furrowed brows. It seems like an eternity following him when we finally are met with a door. It's rounded with light blue paint on it. Strings of pine decorate it with painted on snowflakes speckled onto the varnish. Bernard reaches into his impossibly large bag and fishes out a key, it's handle matching the doors design. Turning the key and pushing on the door it gives a large creak, almost like it hadn't been used in decades.

"Well this is it." Bernard says, fully turning to me. "Welcome home (y/n)!"

"Your home maybe! Not mine!" I joke.

"Well, your home too now. At least it will be after the next eleven months." Bernard says sternly.

He motions into the room and I enter. The entire room is ice blue, except the few red and green accents. The biggest bed I've ever seen sits on the back wall. It may look like winter in here but I feel like I'm being boiled alive. Bernard follows in behind me.

"No offense, but this is bullshit!" I growl out at him.

He looks slightly taken aback but replies with "well I'm sorry you feel that way"

"Look, I stopped believing in Santa a long time ago. This has got to be some demented nightmare my mind has conjured up. One moment a guys falling off our roof and I'm putting on an old trapper hat I found the next I'm here and your spewing nonsense about me being the spirit of Christmas!" I say sitting onto the bed.

"Well, whether you believe it or not, you are now Christmas spirit." He says standing in front of me.

I take off the blasted hat that began this all and set it beside me. I begin to roll up my sleeves when I hear Bernard let out a soft gasp.

"Umm, what's your last name again?" Bernard stutters out.

"Calvin, why?" I blink in confusion.

I go to itch my arm and Bernard seizes my wrist.

"Ah! Fuck that hurt! What the hell is wrong with you dude! You're being really weird!" I yank my arm away, gently rubbing my wrist where he grabbed it.

"Language! But uh, I don't know how to say this," Bernard starts.

"Say what? That I've finally lost my marbles and need a mental evaluation?" I spit.

"We're soulmates," he breathes, calmly grabbing his sleeve and pulling upward.

Lo and behold there in the same handwriting reads the words (Y/N) CALVIN.

"What's a soulmate?" I hear a quiet voice ask from the doorway.

We both whip our heads around to find Charlie standing a few steps in the doorway.

I rush to him, sweeping him into a protective embrace.

"It's like a best friend, but more. It's the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It's who you're destined to spend eternity with." Bernard tries to explain without fumbling over words.

"Well, sissy (y/n) hates Christmas, so I don't think she's your soulmate" Charlie says and then waddles over to the bed.

"Well, they'll learn to love it because they are now the spirit of Christmas, sport!" Bernard shakes his head, curls bouncing in every direction.

"Yeah, not gonna happen dude." I raise my eyebrows and lift Charlie onto the giant bed.

"Well it's got to happen or you and I both die. So..." Bernard trails off.

"How about I get is some hot coco and we talk about this?" Bernard tries persuading me.

"Ok I guess, but don't think that this will change anything!" I call after him as he leaves.

"He's nice." Charlie smiles at me.

"Yeah he is, but I think we will be talking about adult business, so... scram" I shoo him out of the room.

I flop on the bed and close my eyes, hoping once I open them I'll be back home in my bed.

"This can't be real!" I tell myself.

"It's 'bout as real as it gets." A voice cuts through my thoughts.

I open my eyes to see Bernard approaching with a mug in each hand. He hands me one and I cautiously take a sip. It's the best thing I've ever tasted. I set the mug onto a nearby coaster to cool off.

"So... what's the nonsense about soulmates?" I ask him.

"Every elf has a soulmate. It just makes things easier here. But never in my two thousand years of living would I have guessed that mine would be a human. Let along the child of Santa and the spirit of Christmas. I didn't know it was even possible." Bernard explains.

"This is crazy! I feel like I'm loosening it. First soulmates, Santa, Christmas spirits, This has got to be the weirdest experience ever!" I rant.

"Well you're stuck with the pole now." Bernard pats my back and I feel warmth radiating from my tattoo.

"Yeah, fat chance this is even real. When I wake up I'll be back in my bed." I retort.

"Well, yeah. You have to get ready to move here. Can't just yank you from your home you know." Bernard sasses.

"What's this b.s. about Christmas spirit now?" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"I'll have to train you. I'll stop by whenever I can and teach you how to use your magic." Bernard illustrates.

"This is crazy. I have a job! I can't just wait around for an imaginary soulmate to show up and teach me magic! I have to support my dad!" I clamor while jumping up.

"I can see that this is getting us nowhere. It's fine you're in denial right now but here. Take this." Bernard fishes around in his satchel and pulls out a locket.

"Rub this whenever you need to see me and I'll be there. No matter the time." Bernard clasps it around my neck.

"If I'm your soulmate, wouldn't you want me here now?" I ask lifting a brow.

"I've waited over two thousand years for you, what's one more?" Bernard smiles a sad smile.

I rush forward without thinking, my arms wrapping around Bernard's neck and causing him to wobble.

"I'm sorry. If you were real I'd gladly stay here with you!" I cry.

My eyes water and he hugs me like I might slip away at any moment.

"Well, I think you'll be seeing a lot more of me around." Bernard smiles.

"You better get to sleep though. I'll always be with you, right here." He pats my chest and makes his way to the door.

"Goodnight Bernard!" I call to him.

"Goodnight snowflake!" He calls back, closing the door behind him.

I reach for the folded pajamas Bernard left. I unfold them to see that they are embroidered with my initials. I change into them and pull the covers back. This has to be the softest pajamas I've ever felt. I nearly melt into the soft sheets. My tattoo no longer burns. I hope I have this dream every night!

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Maybe {Steven Grant x F!Reader}

Summary: You’re drunk. Steven comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Reader is drunk, sleezy man encounter

“Stevennnnnn! Steven-“ Hiccup. “Steven, Steven, Steven Grant, who works in a giftshop. Steven with a V.”

You yelled down the phone as you stood outside a random pub, drink in hand as people socialised around you.

Yes.

You were-

“(Y/N)? Are you drunk?” Steven’s voice came through the phone as you giggled.

“Maybe. A little.” Hiccup. “But I’m fine. Absolutely fineeee-“ As you said that you found yourself falling backwards into some random stranger as you apologised, before laughing.

“It’s 10pm.” Steven spoke as he sounded concerned, and a little amused.

“Is it?!” You exclaimed, frowning. “Noooo, it’s not.” You shook your head, stumbling a little at the movement. “It- It can’t be that early.” You almost whined as Steven gave a small laugh.

“Well, unless you’re calling me from another country-“ He paused. “Which I hope to god you’re not- It is 10pm in London.” You groaned, putting your drink down on a nearby table as you held your face in your now free hand.

“God. I’m getting olddd.” You mumbled, before quickly gasping in excitement. “You should join me!” You exclaimed. “Steven come- come and join me!”

“I’m not exactly dressed-“ He began as you sighed heavily, before opening your bag, fumbling around. “W-who are you with?”

“Me myself and I!” You replied cheerfully as you kept routing through your bag.

“You’re- You’re out alone? In London? At 10pm? Drunk?” You heard Steven almost sound panicked.

“Oh no.” You muttered as he asked what was wrong. “Steven, I lost my phone.” You whined, beginning to feel yourself get irrationally upset. “It’s not in my baaaag.” You whined out, as you began looking around on the floor.

“(Y/N)-“

“I can’t see it here.” Hiccup. “Maybe I dropped it-“

“(Y/N)-“

“I’m so glad-“ Hiccup. “That I don’t live with my mum, she would kill me that I lost-lost my phone.”

“(Y/N), you’re holding your phone… You’re using it, love.” Steven finally managed to tell you as you instantly laughed.

“Oh my god.” You wheezed out. “I’m such a plonker.” You laughed again as Steven couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“Where are you right now?”

“Um….” You narrowed your eyes, looking up at the pub sign as you read it out, with a struggle, but you managed it.

“Ok, stay where you are, I’m coming to get you.” Steven told you as you could hear the movement of keys and a door on his end.

“Oh Stevie is coming to party!” You said happily. “I’ll be here waiting!” You told him as you hung up, making sure to put your phone away, checking multiple times that it was safe away in your bag.

You and Steven were neighbours. Well sort of. You lived in the same building, not the same floor, but same building. He’d accidentally bumped into you one day as you were leaving and he was coming home, and after that the rest was history. You quickly became friends, and would often pop round each other’s flats for tea and biscuits. You found him charming, in a very boyish, awkward way. He was also hilarious. And you loved hearing him talk about Ancient Egypt. He was kind, sweet and thoughtful, he had one of the biggest hearts you knew… And that was how he had stolen yours.

“Hey-“

You were pulled from your thoughts as a guy stood in front of you, drink in his hand. He was smiling at you, as you returned it. Innocence was your downfall.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb ya, but I couldn’t help but notice you’re drinking alone?” He questioned, raising a brow as he gestured to your drink that had found its way back in to your hand.

“Oh!” You nodded. “Yeah- But my um, my friend is coming soon.” You told him as he looked a little disappointed. “B-but I don’t mind if you wanna sit or-“ You slurred, waving your hand at the table in front of you, as you found yourself perching down on one of the seats.

“Well, it would be rude to say no.” He shrugged as he took a seat beside you. “How’s your night going?”

“It’s been great!” You exclaimed happily. “I-I drank a lottttt- Played some pool- lost.” You told him as he chuckled at you. “How about you?”

“To tell you the truth, a bit shit.” He grimaced as you gave him a sad look. “Was meant to be on a date, but er- She didn’t show.” He took a swig of his drink as you subconsciously placed a hand on his arm that was closest to you in comfort.

“Oh no!” You frowned. “I’m sorry.” You told him softly. “Her lost!” You hiccuped before furrowing your brows. “Lost. Loss. Yes her loss.” You corrected as he laughed once again. “Perhaps I have had a little too much to drink.” You mumbled as you pushed your drink away from you.

“You’re funny.” He told you as you beamed at him, not realising your hand was still on his arm. “My night has gotten better already.” He told you lowly as you felt yourself get a little flustered at his words.

“Stop.” You waved him off. “Listen- I just wanna make everybody- feel good!” You exclaimed. “Everyone deserves happiness! And-and to feel good!” You grinned at him. “Y-you’re lovely and attractive and I’m sure you’ll find the right-“

Suddenly, you were cut off as you felt the strangers lips on your own. You quickly pulled back, looking confused at the man who also looked confused.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as you removed your hand from his arm. You felt yourself feeling stupid.

“Sorry.” You said softly.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned, seeing Steven stood in front of you both, hands in his jacket pocket as you looked at him, worry on your features.

Oh god. Had he seen? What did he think of you now?

“Are you ok?” He asked as the man beside you stared at Steven with narrowed eyes.

“She’s fine mate, if you don’t mind we were having a chat.” He said as Steven pulled a ‘what’ expression as you reached to grab your bag from the floor.

“Didn’t look like much of a chat…” Steven mumbled as you felt upset at his words. You quickly stood, wobbling a little.

“What’s it to you? What you her boyfriend or something?” The man glared, standing up also as you quickly made your way to Steven, grabbing his arm as you tried to pull him away.

“Bit dodgy innit?” Steven asked, raising a brow. “Kissing a girl who is clearly intoxicated when you seem relatively sober-“ You looked up at Steven as you tugged on his arm once again. He looked down at you as he saw your pleading expression to leave it. He sighed, following you as he helped you walk.

“Well she seemed well up for it!” The stranger called after you both. “Practically throwing herself at me! If she’s your girlfriend mate, you need to keep her on a leash!” Steven froze.

“I-ignore him.” You tried, but Steven wasn’t having it. He turned back, leaving you stood a few feet away as he approached the smug man. What you didn’t expect was Steven to take a swing at him. He managed to hit the man square in the cheek as he stumbled back. Immediately Steven gasped in pain as he shook his hand.

“Ah shit.” Steven hissed, as the man held his cheek looking at Steven in shock.

“Steven- let’s- let’s go.” You told him, waving him to come back to you as he sent the man one last glare before heading back towards you. He once again linked arms with you as he helped you walk up the road, where he had asked the taxi he took to you to wait. “You- you didn’t have to do that.” You said softly as he shrugged.

“He was a bit of a dick.” He replied. “Deserved it if you ask me.”

Once you got into the taxi, you reached over, grabbing his hand that he had hit the guy with as you saw it was a little red. Steven watched as you inspected it, a dazed look on his face.

“Aw, Steven… You‘ve got an ouchie.” You slurred as he felt his lips twitch upwards at your words. “See… You are a hero.” You told him as he laughed lightly.

“And you are drunk, missy.” He leant towards you slightly as you smiled at him sweetly. You dropped your hand down as you kept ahold of his own. He didn’t mind. Not at all. In fact, it was nice. More than nice actually. He liked it a lot.

The rest of the ride was relatively quiet as you looked out the window, feeling your eyes growing heavier. It was also short lived as luckily you hadn’t actually gone far from your building. You began to scramble through your bag for your purse to pay, when Steven shook his head, handing the taxi driver the fare money.

“I will pay you back.” You slurred as Steven got out, rushing round to your side as he opened the door, aiding you in getting out as gracefully as you could in your state. “I want chips.” You suddenly said as Steven shut the car door, following your eye line as you had spotted a food van perched on the street nearby. “Chipssss.” You hummed as you began to drag Steven towards the van. He chuckled as he stopped you.

“Ok, I’ll get you some chips.” He told you. “Why don’t you sit-“ He guided you to the buildings steps, helping you sit down. “right here whilst I go and buy you some chips, yeah?” You sleepily nodded. “Promise me you’ll stay here.” He pointed at you as you gave him a mini salute as confirmation.

After a few minutes, Steven returned, a bag of chips in his hands as your eyes lit up. You patted the steps next to you as Steven sat beside you, thankful it wasn’t cold out. He handed you the bag as you began to unwrap it, placing it on your lap as you began to dig in, offering him some as he accepted.

“God. I love chips.” You said with your mouth full. “Best part-“ You ate another. “Of any night out.“ You told him as he nodded.

“Enjoy it now, cause I have a bad feeling you’re gonna be regretting it in the morning.” He joked as you playfully shoved him. Quickly enough you finished the bag of chips between you both as Steven finally managed to get you back up on your feet, noting how heavy your eyes were getting from tiredness. He managed to get you to your flat door as he still had his arm linked with yours, with his other hand holding your bag. He opened it, rummaging to find your keys. He frowned as he couldn’t seem to see them.

“Um…” He turned to look at you, seeing your head leaning on his shoulder as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “Sleepover at mine it is then.” He said, taking you back towards the lift.

“Am I home yet?” You asked quietly.

“Slight hiccup- But I promise, you’ll be in bed soon, nice and warm and hydrated with water.” He told you as you hummed at the thought. He would tell you about the keys in the morning. Luckily for him he didn’t have work the next day.

Steven opened the door to his flat as he helped you inside, placing your bag down on the table as he led you towards his bed, gently placing you down.

“I’m gonna just grab you a glass of water.” He told you gently as he wandered off towards the kitchen. You yawned, reaching down to take off your shoes but struggling with the laces as you sighed. Steven returned a minute later, placing the water on the bedside table, as he saw you struggling. “Here, let me-“ He knelt down in front of you as he began to untie your laces. You watched him intently as you wore a small smile.

“You’re so kind Steven.” You told him as he laughed. “No, no, I mean it.” You said a little slurred as he helped you take off your shoes, before finally looking up at you. “You’re one of the nicest people I know. Thank you, for looking after me.” He looked at you in wonder as you spoke, not expecting your next move as you placed a soft hand on his cheek. He froze, feeling himself growing warm under your touch.

“Y-you’re tired.” He said softly, his voice wavering slightly as he grabbed your hand from his cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze as he began to stand. You yawned, nodding as you allowed yourself to lay down sideways.

“I didn’t want to kiss that man.” You said quietly, eyes closing. “He’s not who I want to kiss.” You slurred as he gave you a small smile.

“You don’t have to explain-“

“I wanted it to be you.”

Steven let his mouth hang open a little in surprise at your admission. He felt his heart stop for a moment and time felt like it stood still.

You wanted to kiss… him?

Unbeknownst to you, Steven also had a thing for you. Well, it was more than a thing. The man was like a love sick puppy when it came to you. But he just never had the guts to admit it because he didn’t want to weird you out or worse lose you and your friendship. So hearing those words come from your mouth felt bittersweet… Because you were drunk. And he was there. That had to be it right?

Although, supposedly people do tell the truth when drunk…

“Steven?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Tell Gus g’night for me.”

He let out a small breath as he nodded, knowing you couldn’t see it as you had your eyes closed, but still did it anyway.

“O-okie dokie.” He confirmed for you as you began to drift off into a sleep. He gave you one last glance as he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

Maybe he would let himself enjoy this moment. Because maybe in the morning you wouldn’t remember…

#marvel imagine #moon knight x reader #steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #Spotify #marvel moon knight #moon knight imagine #moon knight #steven grant #oneshot #reader insert

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merriclo · 1 year

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y’all know how i made a joke abt how i shouldn’t make a linkverse based off of how i play each game? well. i’m having thoughts so here’s how i think each link would be based off of how i played their games:

warning i have not played every zelda game (or completed any aside from botw at this point) so these are just the ones that i actually have my hands on or have watched several play throughs of

Skyward Sword:

DUDE IS PISSED. THE ENTIRE TIME.

very much a reluctant hero at the start

“i’m not gonna find ur fuckin kikwi— fuck ok fine whatever ur lucky fi is on ur side.”

he does want to help and he likes doing side quests, but he was just so worried about Zelda that he became irritated and just wanted to get on with it

has no rupees ever definitely not because of impulse spending how dare u even imply such a thing

violently in love with Zelda

in the scene in the beginning where he realized Groose locked up his bird, he was livid. if Zelda didn’t step in he would’ve thrown hands

actually such a bafoon he is so confused

horrified of spiders. he just about sobbed the moment he saw the big ones in the skyward temple

loves his birdie so much. they are besties beyond comprehension. they talk shit.

so so bad with directions. dude is lost constantly.

has a lot of emotional maturity but still struggles with bursts of frustration, especially when confused

felt so guilty for knocking down the chandelier in the Lumpy Pumpkin

Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask:

very confused very often

he tries his very hardest but still needs help

“……..” “link. link do u n—“ “no no i’ve got it i know what to do” “……” “ok fine navi what do i do” “throw bombs in the eyes” “FUCK”

that being said he gets so happy every time he figures it out himself it’s great

first time he saw a peahat he just about sobbed

“NAVI. NAVI WHAT THE HELL IS THA— OH HYLIA ITS MOVING ITS MOVING ITS MOVING NO”

ready to slap Mido at any time

will sit and listen to malon sing for hours

very self conscious and doubtful that he has what it takes to be the hero. after Majora’s Mask he’d be more confident in his abilities but still scared he’s not as skilled or smart as the other Links

the biggest worrier. he does everything out of fear of other people getting hurt

if i do a whole linkverse thing i’d want him to be in the awkward teenage stage and attempt to be a big brother figure to the younger ones, but be awkward abt it and fumble a lot

fucking hates bowling

i have so many thoughts about what happened during Hyrule Warriors. so fucking many.

Wind Waker:

so fuckin lonely. dude is on the seas constantly with only a boat to talk to. he is so alone.

Aryll is his number 1 bestie and he really struggled with being without her lively presence at first

medley and him are also really good friends !! he thinks she’s so neat and just. nice

thinks Tetra is literally so cool. the coolest. she’s so cool no he definitely doesn’t have a crush on her what are you taking abt

thought the barrel was the funniest shit ever and always giggles at the memory of it

got so annoyed when the king tried to parent or guide him at all. excuse you big man let him travel the oceans. don’t stop him from sailing at that point. let him be free.

that being said li’l guy Roams. he got to places he didn’t have the proper equipment for way too early and only got the proper equipment because he realized that it could help solve that puzzle or something

so into the side quests. he loved going about and helping people at every turn, it reminded him of going about the village and helping his neighbors

that being said the joy pendents were like pulling teeth. he did it just because he like things to be complete, but it sucked. he was so annoyed the entire time.

loves the koroks so much they’re wonderful

if i actually end up doing the linkverse i think he’d be about 15, maybe 14, but unlike oot and mm link he already went through his shithead stage and has practice with being a big brother

definitely doesn’t hum sea shanties to himself when he thinks he’s alone. definitely not. never.

Tri-Force Heroes:

in my head tfh link is the same as albw link so. =)

mostly used dopples

DUDE IS FILLED WITH ANXIETY

he’s very quick to react and is very aware of his surroundings, but struggles with focusing or honing in on any one element

very good at solving the puzzles

the combat, however? not so much. the totem system was really something to get used to and he prefers not to fight with it. using it to get to places is no big deal (though annoying at times) but the fighting is just plain aggravating

super fashion forward (obviously)

he LOVES Madame Couture and her apprentice, and has a soft spot for all of the townsfolk

he became to attached to townsfolk so quickly actually. like he loves the people of Hytopia so much.

his self esteem was put through the goddamn ringer and he has a lot of self worth issues because of it yes i was personally insulted by the mass amount of bear sweater insults. it was a cute sweater fuck off

that being said he covers it up with an egotistical front, taking on aspects of Madame Couture’s personality in an attempt to be more accepted in Hytopia

he’s still a total diva btw. don’t let the self esteem issues fool you he knows he looks good now

he’s also probably one of the nicer Links, even if he might slip up and call ur gloves tacky on accident every once in a while

if he tries to help someone outfit wise it’s just because he really cares and wants them to be respected, not because he thinks he’s better than them

gets frustrated really easily and quits what he’s doing only to come back ten minutes later and try again

emotions wise he’s sort of all over the place, very theatrical (both because of Ravio and all of Hytopia)

Hytopia made him realize he wasn’t cis or straight. he doesn’t know if he wants to be with Madame Couture’s apprentice or Princess Styla, or if he wants to be them.

yes princess styla was part of my gay awakening leave me alone

if i do go through with this i’d def want to explore this link’s dynamic with both Ravio and botw link. ravio because the constant praises would be such a contrast to the critiquing of Hytopia, and botw link because gender

Cadence of Hyrule:

k i’m not gonna lie i don’t know this one too well But i really wanted to include it. idc if it’s not canon. fuck you.

LITTLE BARD BOY. BABY.

gets so upset with himself when he misses a beat. like unreasonably so.

hums a lot !!

in the linkverse i like the idea of him being like 10 and adoring oot/mm link because of the ocarina. despite how much he fumbles, i think coh link would love him and think he’s so cool. imagine a little kid admiring their older sibling even if the older sib is lame as hell

k that’s it for coh link lmao sorry it’s so short. i love him i do i’m just new to the game

Breath of The Wild:

dlc is canon idc what nintendo says. the zelda encyclopedia said the timeline is up to my imagination and i’m imagining very intently.

relatively calm and peaceful aside from the bursts of extreme anxiety and sadness

will sit for hours and listen to Kass

rlly wants to be great pals with Sidon (and they are, to an extent) but gets a little overwhelmed by all of the compliments and praise

he will fight anyone who insults him though (looking at you, traveler who called him creepy. fuck you.)

literally just wants to be some guy, and to an extent he is (to the townspeople at least). he’s just some rlly skilled fighter who likes to cook and is kind of quiet and odd to them. but hey he’s really helpful and is always looking for something to do

loves Kakariko village!! he’s basically Cottla and Koko’s older sibling and is trying to get Paya to be more relaxed.

speaking of Paya, their dynamic is a bit weird? there’s definitely something there, but at that moment neither of them are ready for any kind of relationship

loves the great fairies, thinks they’re so pretty and nice we’re ignoring the weird cutscenes. i hate them.

the one hit obliterator quest was a one of the most anxiety inducing things in his life and he hated it. as soon as it was over they just laid facedown in the dirt for a while

is a horse girl

Teba became their father figure but neither of them will ever admit that

head over heals for his Zelda. thinks she’s so sweet and smart and just wants to make sure she’s okay

while Gerudo Town was definitely the place he realized he wasn’t cis, he always had the thought in the back of their mind, and even though Bozai really creeped him out, that’s what solidified the non-cis realization

i love the genderfluid botw link headcanon can u tell

loves all of the champion’s descendants so much. they visit them whenever they’re in town.

feels so guilty about burning things. like yes he can and will do it but he’ll be upset about it. he tries to protect the environment ok?

koroks 🤝 botw link

pondering the idea of him being kind of non human and a little magic because of the Sheika tub. if so he’d be even closer with the koroks because they have some connection to sheika magic i think (korok seeds = inventory expansion and all that stuff)

LOVES PURAH. THEY’RE BESTIES. they have dinner together and link’s her lil test subject <3

he needs his map. he is lost without it. he’ll happily be lost don’t get me wrong but he will take 10 extra hours to get somewhere

oh also ADHD incarnate. cannot stay focused for shit.

if i actually do this they’d be besties with tfh link. fashion and genderqueer buddies.

OKAY SO THATS IT FOR NOW !! special thank you to @astral-catastrophe for encouraging me to do this, it’s actually so fun to think about !

ignore how halfway through i actually started developing characters and then got tired and stopped. shh. don’t worry abt that.

#crying i have so many thoughts about tri force heroes ?? i didn’t realize it was that much #the most developed link is the fucking dress up game link i’m screaming #help how do i tag this #also. you fools you’ve just given be an outlet to massively project onto #clo’s linkverse au #Hero’s Call AU

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Saw AU ask time: It has to have happened at least once, right? Someone Yuu sort of knows was a Real Jerk was thrown into a trap dies in said trap. Even though this person 100% deserved it, Yuu is upset once they learn of death via news. Without giving anything away how does each dorm comfort Yuu WITHOUT giving themselves away?

Oooooooh yes yes yes! I am so excited for this ask. Thank you so much for sending this to me! This is what I *live* for. Angst but also the irony! Potential for comedy! With murder as the backdrop :D Perfect! Ok, let's get into it!

I don't really have any warnings for this one; it's just under a cut for length! :)

Heartslaybul:

Trey takes the lead on this one, being the only one who doesn't have a hand in the murders at this point. He still feels a little guilty, because he didn't do anything to stop the others, but he can at least pull it together to organize Operation Comfort Yuu. He starts with what he knows best: baked goods. Yuu gets invited over to Trey's bakery, under the guise of taste-testing new pastries. Ace, Deuce, Cater, and even Riddle helped to make them.

While Yuu is there, the Heartslaybul team distracts them with warm pastries and delicious tea. Even if the event does come up in conversation, Trey guides them all through by just sliding Yuu a new pastry, and sitting and listening to their feelings. Cater has a tissue at the ready. Sometimes what a person needs really is just a warm treat and a group of friends who listen to their feelings without judgement. Cater and Trey have the "tell us all about it" demeanor down-pat (let's be real, both are pretty good at concealing their emotions and inner thoughts). Ace and Deuce struggle with pretending that they don't know the person who was put in the trap, so Trey has them on cleaning duty and doing whatever little tasks he can think of on the fly if they start to fumble too much. Riddle struggles a little too, so he stays pretty quiet but Yuu can chalk that up to his social awkwardness and lack of childhood. He does offer a supportive arm-pat, and Yuu truly appreciates it.

Savanaclaw:

Jack is worried but not good at lying on the fly, nor is he really good at offering comfort to a sad Yuu. On top of that, he is part of the Direct Cause of their sadness. He awkwardly pats their shoulder (insert "sorrows, sorrows, prayers" meme) and sends Ruggie and Leona the biggest "Help Me" eyes ever.

Leona takes a bit of an...unorthodox approach. "Well, no one likes dying, and most people don't like it when people die, but it's part of life, Herbivore," he says. It's not the most comforting line, but it's true enough that it at least stops Yuu's tears.

It's Ruggie who has to save the day. Growing up with so many kids back home, he knows a thing or two about comforting people; especially when it's to do with complex emotions the person might not fully understand. He's also good at feeling out emotions, reading the room, and lying to cover for himself. His skills are all gonna come in handy here. He ushers Yuu to a more private space and lets them just tell him all their thoughts and talk out their own emotions. When they're done, Ruggie ruffles their hair and tells them they did a good job and that it's not easy to feel that way. Maybe he even gives a side-arm hug. It feels good just for Yuu to get things off their chest. Ruggie slowly steers the conversation away from the heavy topic and eventually he has Yuu smiling and giggling a little. He also treats them to ice cream with his own money, a rare occurrence for anyone to experience.

Leona goes to Farena with the guise of "these murders are highly disturbing and unsettling to the public. Make a statement that we will have our people looking into it". Of course, Farena, proud af that Leona is taking such an interest in their citizens and their wellbeing, does exactly that and suggests Leona oversee the task force since it was his idea. He has no idea he just handed Leona the reigns to be able to control exactly who knows what about the murders; at least for the ones that occur in their territory... (listen, I totally think Leona could pull off a Deathnote situation successfully, lol)

Octavinelle:

Jade immediately takes stock of the situation. He's studied his fellow students and any humans he can come across. He knows all the words and phrases to say to offer comfort. He knows all the "right" actions for the scenario, or so he thinks. He scoops Yuu into a hug whispering soft reassurances. When Floyd figures out what Yuu's upset about, the first words out of his mouth are "well maybe the person deserved it", which unfortunately only makes Yuu more upset. Azul, having a better understanding of how to act, smacks Floyd immediately, making him yelp. It surprises Yuu and the action is so in-character for both of them that Yuu can't help but laugh a little. The laugh surprises all of them and there's a moment of pause...and then Jade smacks Floyd also. Yuu laughs harder. Of course, this devolves into a small scuffle as Floyd tries to fight back and the other two try to keep smacking him (not too hard) because it makes Yuu laugh.

By the end of the fiasco, Yuu hasn't forgotten what upset them but their heart feels lighter. Floyd then suggests they go get some ice cream, and he and Jade drag Yuu away. Meanwhile, Azul discreetly reaches out through his advertising connections and gets articles and any possible reminders of the incident buried even more in the news so that Yuu will be less likely to see them.

Scarabia:

Kalim has Yuu in his arms barely half a second after they've explained why they're upset. He gives hugs and reassurances and rubs their back. He has them sit down and asks Jamil to make Yuu's favourite foods. Kalim is highly conflicted and not good at lying at all, but he can definitely provide a good listening ear. And he's been practicing. Jamil definitely thought something like this could happen, so he's been having Kalim work on providing condolences without giving things away.

Still, Kalim is very vulnerable to sadness and his friends being upset. He could very well start to crack if Yuu expresses enough sadness. For that situation, Jamil has also thought ahead. They have a phrase: "Jamil, bring more tissues" or something like that, and that lets Jamil know Kalim needs help navigating the conversation, AND gives him a reason to come into the room. For his part, Kalim has had to work a little on some sleight of hand to hide the tissue box so that no one questions him asking for more. (he took lessons from Ace)

A comforting meal, with warm drinks, and a sleepover party, and Yuu is suddenly feeling a lot less sad and is able to relax a little.

Pomefiore:

Vil knows how hard it can be to talk when you're upset, so he helps Yuu talk it out by occupying them with an activity, a low-energy activity. I like to think he'd choose painting nails. It can become so much easier to spill their thoughts when Yuu is getting their nails painted, when they're watching him manipulate the brush instead of trying to look him in the eye. It also provides a distraction; human eyes are naturally drawn to movement and so Yuu is watching the nail painting instead of watching Vil's face and reactions. It takes the pressure of lying on the spot off of him, and also lets Vil "talk" to Rook with his eyes and mouthing words silently if he needs Rook to step in or to go get anything.

Epel has to be "busy" at this time, since we've established in this AU that he's not great at lying and has a hard time with coming up with lies. He's the kind of person who hates subterfuge and subtlety. Once Yuu is calmer, he can suddenly have finished all his "tasks" and be available to hang out and help distract. Vil will definitely take a moment to himself, leaving Yuu with Rook and Epel, while he calls his connections in advertising and publicity and "persuades" (nicely or with veiled threats, he's capable of either) major news companies to run happier stories for the next several weeks.

Ignihyde:

As expected, Idia and Ortho are both a bit awkward when it comes to the comforting. Ortho does come at it from a more clinical, objective view of "well, he was a bad person, and it's better him than some innocent person". It doesn't upset Yuu as much because they know Ortho's still not exactly human and that he's trying, but they do explain that hearing that doesn't make them feel better.

Idia is actually the one who ends up taking over the comforting. He has his experiences with grief, loss, death, and all the horrible feelings that can go with that, so he does get it to an extent. Instead of talking, though, he just lets Yuu sit with him in silence. They lean against each other as Idia plays a videogame, one that he knows well so he doesn't have to focus and can listen to Yuu if they start talking. Ortho takes it as a learning experience and just watches.

Afterward, when Yuu has finally fallen asleep, they cover Yuu with a blanket. That is when Idia and Ortho hack into all Yuu's social media and anywhere they could possibly see online ads and news. Idia is definitely not above hitting all the buttons and searching all the things he knows will affect how the algorithm shows things on Yuu's feed, to make sure they see only happy things for the next little while. He may even launch a short-term internet attack on some of the more prominent news sites...

Diasomnia:

Ok, let's be honest. None of the Diasomnia boys are ready for this. A sad Yuu? It's panic time. Lilia thinks he should cook them something. Silver insists he should NOT. Sebek cannot lie to save his life. He's all stiffness and stammers. Malleus may or may not be on the verge of destroying the planet.

Eventually, they get it together. It's when Yuu says "Hornton, can I have a hug" that they single-handedly save the entire universe from Malleus's wrath. Malleus gives them a hug and just holds them. And holds them. And holds them. When is he supposed to let go? Is he supposed to let go? He doesn't know, and honestly he doesn't want to ask.

Finally dissuaded from trying to provide comfort through home-cooked food, Lilia suggests they order in some food and have a sleepover. Silver suggests Lilia tell Yuu some of his stories of his past, since he's experienced so much he may be able to have a story Yuu can relate to. He does, telling several stories, and Yuu feels better as they listen to how someone else has felt similar to how they feel. It's a weird comfort, but it helps. Sebek helps by making tea and helping Silver order the food (Malleus can't figure out the tech, and Lilia *will* add really weird requests in the comment section if he's left to do it). A cozy night in with movies and food and Malleus still holding them, and Yuu feels a lot better the next day. Malleus is of the proposal that their next trap involves getting rid of the victim's face if they fail...Lilia is not opposed.

There you go! Hope you enjoyed these answers, these are my thoughts!! I had so much fun coming up with this response and writing it all out. Please let me know what you think too!

#twisted wonderland #saw au #sort of saw franchise au #headcanons #NRC dorms #this was so much fun to come up with

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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hi hello tis vamp anon again ✨️ (pls tell me if i'm getting overwhelming/annoying with the asks i am so sorry;; the last thing i wanna do is invade other ppls space!!)

ok last 2 hc: for the choi boys!

starting with our lovely sannie, everyone knows he's a big romantic and loves romance! i imagine vamp!san as an "old-fashioned" lover, the embodiment of chivalry, if you will!! he wants to do things right: courting y/n with flower bouquets, sweets, handwritten letters, etc. he'd be so polite and kind i'm crying rn;; but don't be mistaken, he's quite the flirt!! he loves seeing his sweetheart all flustered from his words like, "do you all the ways a lady can be seduced? oh the things i could teach you" (bridgerton ref GOD) he can be so shameless with his duality san definitely knows the affect he can have on others bro. man is THE BIGGEST tease the bedroom, but he'll fold like a chair with the smallest amount of begging. who is he to deny his love? bro is down absolutely atrocious

now for our big strong teddy bear jongho!! he's more the innocent/first love romance type to me. so as a vampire, he'd be super nervous when around y/n. jongho knows he's strong, and with the heightened vamp skills, he'd treat them like they were made of glass. always handling them with the utmost care! he'd be so shy and smitten with y/n, fumbling with his hands and messing up a couple words here and there when he wants to get to know them on the first date. (this also includes getting intimate with each other for the first time) he just wants you to know how lovely y/n is to him, bro literally looks at them like they hung the stars up in the night sky

i'm suffering over here man

hello again 💕 you’re not annoying in the slightest, anon! you’re actually doing wonders for this current creative process like I am so grateful for these headcanons of yours! and these ones killed me in particular ahhh im such a sucker for old-timey romance 😭 i’m sorry for taking a little longer to get this out! i literally cannot stop thinking about the ateez concert i’m going to tomorrow like i actually might die🧎🏻‍♀️also, i wrote way more than i thought i would but i just couldn’t help it ;; here’s some scenarios:

You were walking around the courtyard, admiring the spacious garden that you spent a lot of your time near, noticing a small patch of white roses that had just began to bloom. “How come I never noticed these?” you murmured to yourself, reaching into the twisted bunch of vines and leaves, wanting to pull out a singular rose.

“I had the gardeners plant them a couple months ago,” you heard a soft voice coming from behind you, causing you to whip around, successfully dragging your own rose out from the bunch, but at a cost. “San, you scared me.”

“My apologies, sweetheart. Oh, you’re bleeding.” He took your hand in his own, studying the way your eyebrows drew together from the stinging pain you felt, noticing a few blood droplets leaving the small cut on your thumb. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you. Does it hurt?” he inquired, mindlessly bringing your hand up to his mouth and pressing his lips to your thumb, so that he could stop the bleeding with a slow swipe of his tongue. Though he felt an intense urge to take more of your blood, he showed incredible restraint, refusing to give into this sort of temptation.

“N-no, not really.” Whenever San was around you, you felt like you couldn’t breathe, but maybe that was due to your corset being strung too tight. The staff was never that gentle with you when they helped you lace it up in the mornings. “I recall talking about white roses not too long ago. Did you…have them planted because of me?”

“Am I that easy to read?” he chuckled, lowering your hand, but not letting go of it, instead opting to stroke the top of it, studying the way your lips parted slightly with kind eyes. “It was a wonderful idea. They’re beautiful, aren’t they? And they represent a myriad of things that I find to be quite entrancing: harmony…eternal youth…” He brought your hand up to his lips again to plant a gentle kiss on your knuckles, his intense gaze never leaving yours. “Loyalty.” He left another lingering kiss on your skin, sending goosebumps down your forearm. “New beginnings.”

You could feel your heart aching for him, yearning for more of his touch, his love, his affection. You wanted anything and everything he could possibly offer you. “San…”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“Will you hurry up and kiss me already?”

(i was initially gonna keep this pure but the intrusive thoughts won this time 😭)

One thing led to another and the both of you ended up in the somewhat hidden gazebo, which offered you some privacy. “Is this okay, love?” San asked in a quiet voice, his hands halfway up your heavy dress and caressing the outsides of your thighs, his fingers squeezing into your supple flesh.

“Of course it is, San. Please, do whatever you want to me...”

San lowered himself to the wooden floor, so that he was on his knees in front of you. With his crimson eyes glowing at this point, he pushed your skirt up, bunching it up so that he could get better access to your sex, running the pads of his digits up and down it in a teasing manner. “May I have a taste, sweetheart?”

You leaned back against the cool wood finish of the gazebo railing, doing San a favor and holding up the folds of your skirt for him, spreading your legs open a bit more. “Yes, you may…” you replied somewhat shakily, having to bite back a moan when he pulled your panties to the side and dragged the flat of his tongue up your slit, letting out his own groan of satisfaction.

ooooof okay it’s jongho’s turn 👀🖤

(i went straight to the spicy part cuz i’m weak 🧎🏻‍♀️also shoutout to my bestie @cherryxsang for helping me flesh this part out 💗)

After climbing onto the bed , Jongho took his time undressing you, one layer at a time, pressing a kiss to your skin each time. His fingers ghosted along your body, while looking at you with a gentle love-filled gaze. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered near your ear in the softest voice you ever heard, filling your heart up with warmth and comfort.

“Jongho…I need you.” Once you were both fully naked, you had taken the initiative, sitting in his lap and caressing his cheeks, admiring him, as though he were a breathtaking piece of artwork.

He pressed a few kisses onto your neck and up to your jaw, stopping just barely before his lips met yours, resulting in you both breathing in the same air, leaving you almost dizzy. “Are you sure this is alright? What if I can’t hold back?”

“Of course it is. I want you more than anything, so please…don’t hold back, Jongho.”

***

Jongho held you by your waist, slowly and deliberately pulling you down onto his length, allowing you to feel the way he was pulsing against your inner walls. “Does it feel good, Y/N?”

“So good…so, so good…”

He reached up one hand and slowly ran the back of his fingers along your jaw and down your neck, treating you as if you were made of glass. “Y/N…”

Sensing what he wanted from the way his lavender irises were glimmering and his pointed canines just barely poking out past his parted lips, you offered, “Please, bite me.”

“I shouldn’t…I might-“

“Jongho, I want it. Please,” you insisted, pressing your lips onto his for a moment, then pulling away just in time for him to lower himself and sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your neck.

Taking small gulps, Jongho grabbed onto your hips and plunged himself deeper into you, slowly speeding up the longer he was able to taste you. “So…delicious…” he murmured in a somewhat shaky voice, lapping at the blood the dripped down your neck.

#for vamp anon 🖤#ateez smut #san smut #jongho smut #ateez hard asks #ateez hard thoughts #writing these out actually killed me 😭

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anachronistic-falsehood · 6 months

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I've been talking with my partner about Jake (homestuck jake) today and I wanted to ask you about your opinions on Jake and his relationship to romance. For normal reasons.

OKAY. I AM SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA. STRAP THE FUCK IN BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE AN ESSAY THAT I THINK IS GOING TO TAKE DAYS FOR ME TO FULLY TYPE OUT. OK. I just got this ask on Oct 9 . future me i need u to write what date ur posting this on before u post it (Future me here, it is Nov 5. happy destiel putin election day everypony 👍)

SO. JAKE ENGLISH. Speaking as an aromantic person, Jake is so clearly aromantic coded, especially in Pesterquest (which is dubiously canon ofc but the PQ writers weren't pulling from nothing with his characterization, it has solid ground in canon). Jake, throughout most of the Alpha Kids' time fumbling to get into the game, was stuck in this weird love triangle with Jane and Dirk. And the thing is, he's not stupid. He likes to pretend he is, sure, because it absolves him of some responsibility (lowkey can relate, especially when it comes to romantic situations), but he's not. He's not dumb. He picks up on Jane's romantic feelings multiple times and even asks her if she likes him that way more than once. He KNOWS. But it's an awkward situation, so Jane makes excuses and tells him "no, it's not like that, I promise!" and like. Again, he's not stupid. He brushes off the question immediately like he's just pretending to believe her. He's a major people pleaser. He doesn't want to disappoint anyone, so he pretends that it's all fine so he can feign ignorance when someone does end up disappointed.

A lot of people who don't understand Jake's character think that naivety is his biggest character flaw, but it's not!!! He's not naive at all! His biggest character flaw is his selfishness. He pretends to be a clueless moron so that he doesn't have to take responsibility when Jane lies and says she doesn't like him that way, or when he ghosts Dirk, or when he asks Jane for relationship advice on her birthday. He wants to make things work with everyone, he wants to be a good partner to whoever it is that he ends up with, but he doesn't want to be responsible for any of the potential fallout. I firmly believe that if Jane had properly confessed, Jake would have taken that and they would have started dating instead. If Roxy told him she liked him, he'd probably date her! He doesn't want to turn anyone down, so he pretends to be oblivious to everyone's advances so that he doesn't have to be responsible for anyone's feelings until they explicitly confess their feelings to him. He doesn't romantically like any of them I think, he just took whoever confessed to him first.

And honestly?? Dude that was me with my first relationship in college before I realized I was aro. I knew where our relationship was going before it happened, but I pretended I didn't so we could just stay friends and keep playfully teasing each other. I found the attraction flattering, but once I was actually in the relationship, my mental health tanked because suddenly there were these expectations for romance I didn't want to fulfill. Jake avoids acknowledging the feelings of those around him so he can go on playing ignorant and pretend that he does want the relationship he puts himself in.

Jake is aro and an extreme people pleaser, which is not a good combination when he is the target of multiple people's romantic affections! He ghosted Dirk, feigned ignorance over everyone's feelings, and I honestly don't think he's meant for a romantic relationship. The expectations of it are too much. Someone get this guy a moirail or a queerplatonic partner and maybe he'll calm down.

#whiskeys word soup #homestuck #jake english #i love analyzing this guy he's like a little lab rat to me <3 #sorry for the late answer i was witnessing The Horrors (the horrors being my job)#anyway i think he'd like moirallegience because it's like #you can do all of those cute things but not have it be romantic in a traditional human sense???? sign me the fuck up #GET THIS GUY IN A QPP IMMEDIATELY!!!!

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 1 year

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Code Blue Ch.5 "2:22"

Summary: Lee and Jo share a sweet texting conversation. He later hangs out with Dr. Bloom and soon after finds himself in another mess. Jo worries when her texts go unanswered. She pays Lee a visit and gets more than one surprise.

*Warning* Angst, language, alcohol/drug use, graphic descriptions, mentions of death, child loss, domestic dispute

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Salem, Massachusetts

February 3, 2023

After you left, Lee went upstairs to crash and sleep the day away after eating pizza he had delivered. Lord knows he needed the rest after what he had just put his body through last night. He found himself tossing and turning into the night hours...with relentless thoughts of you. Thoughts of the loss you had suffered. He still worried that if you knew he was the doctor that tended to your brother, would you still look at him the same because he couldn't save him? He eventually just laid there talking to himself....and eventually to God, whom he believed in whole heartedly, although he had went through the first few years of being angry with him after Jacob's death.

Lee then picked up his phone to find a text message from you. When he had used your phone to call his so he would have your number, he actually texted it instead, knowing you would see the message he sent from your phone. It was a simple "Cherries are my favorite fruit btw."

Your reply conjured the biggest smile upon his face.

"So I gathered from the fact of u saying u liked the taste of my cherry chapstick and then dashed off singing about it. How r u doing? R u alright?"

Lee rubbed his eyes and sat up, staring at his phone in the darkened room, contemplating his reply. It was 11 pm, twelve hours after you had been there and he had only slept merely three of it at the most.

He swung his bare feet across the bed and placed them on the wood floor as he yawned and turned on his bed stand light, then put on his reading glasses.

"I am fine. A bit sore and bruised but ok. I just woke up actually. Gonna get up and continue cleaning this money pit lol. What about u? R u alright? How did things go with your mom?"

You had tried so hard to fall asleep but Lee's cologne was all over you, teasing your nose and other parts of you that ached for him. As you placed your hands on your face to inhale his remnants, you were startled by the sound of your phone chiming. You instantly hoped that it was Lee. Fumbling to look at the screen, his name appeared and awoke your butterflies from their dormant state.

"Hey u. Yes, I am fine and I am so glad to hear from u. My mom is drugged up on sleeping meds right now. We have to go to the funeral home tomorrow which I am dreading. I just woke up too, right before u texted me. Weird lol."

Lee softly chuckled. "Clairvoyant maybe? Ur not a witch are u?🤔"

If you had told him about your dream of him being hurt just eight hours before you found him passed out cold on the floor, he might actually think that you were. Hell, you even wondered sometimes, as this wasn't the first time you've ever had premonition like dreams.

"Well, I do live in Salem in one of the witch houses my father bought. I'll let u ponder on that. 😉"

"Oh dear lord. Well that is just perfect. I love witchy stuff."

"Really? Me 2. I actually write about things like that, fantasies and fairytales etc...it's just a hobby but it keeps me grounded, a coping mechanism per se. I kinda like escaping life for awhile."

"Well no shit? I don't write but I love to read. Your genre is right up my alley. I no what u mean about wanting to escape, even if only for a little while. I guess we now have another thing in common."

"It looks that way. So cool. So....do u believe in wishes?"

"Witches, maybe. Wishes....not so much. Why do u ask?"

"Because it is 11:11 right now."

"Ahhhh. Let's just say I have wished upon it before, but I never was granted my desires."

"Well...hurry. Make a wish right now before it turns and I will too. Maybe if we wish at the same time, it will come true lol."

Lee chuckled, then decided to humor you and closed his eyes. The wish he would have liked to make, he knew would not come true...ever, for it was for Jacob to be alive. He had wished it so many times, he lost track. The wish that invaded his mind in that moment stunned him. He wished for you. He had actually wished for you in the past. Not you literally per se as he never knew you, but someone just like you he longed for. It seemed to him that wish may already have been answered but he wanted to do it again, to maybe seal the deal...He then laughed at himself for being so ridiculous. He knew these things weren't real.

In that same moment, you made the same wish. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it hurt. If only you both had realized that you wanted the same things, a wish would not even be needed, for destiny would take it's course regardless.

"Soooo...what did u wish for?" Lee asked.

"If I tell u, it won't come true. Ha ha."

"Alright. So if it does come true, u will tell me right?"

"Most definitely. Hey, I'm gonna let u go for now so u can go do ur cleaning n stuff. I gotta get up early for all the funeral stuff and what not. Talk later? I hope."

"Oh fo sho girl. Get some sleep...and...thank u so much for everything. Goodnight witchy woman. 😂"

"Omg lol....ur so welcome. Ok. Goodnight Lee. ttyl."

"Sweet dreams lady luck."

Lee began his cleaning while he was wide awake and in the mood. He knew this was going to take him longer than the two weeks he had off because he still had other priorities. He needed to visit his father and still check in on patients by consulting with the covering physician. Plus he had farm animals to tend to along with a cat and a dog, which he would go do each day at some point, and if he absolutely could not do it, he had well paid trustworthy people to take care of it.

He laid his phone on the table with pandora app set on the 80's pop rock station. A song came on that got him in a spunky mood as he started singing while collecting trash from the back porch.

"Josie I've got your number. IIII'm gonna make you mine. Josie don't change your number 867530 ni eee yiiiine." He laughed to himself in amazement at how well that fit with everything.

The doorbell rang in a frenzy. Lee opened it to find Orlando with booze in hand. Wine and whiskey, and of course, munchies.

"Banando!! Come on in man and give me some of that."

Lee grabbed the bottle of whiskey from Orlando's hand and trotted into the kitchen.

"Man, you weren't kidding bro. They really did a number on this place." Dr. Bloom said as his eyes scoured the living room.

"Tell me something I don't know...and if you tell me you open mouth kissed a horse once, I am going to kick your ass."

"Ha ha ha. No...I didn't do that...not recently anyways." Orlando grinned and poured himself a large glass of wine as Lee sat down with the Jim Beam, drinking it straight from the bottle.

"Why does it smell like women's perfume in here dude? You got some chic here somewhere??"

Lee was taken aback that your floral scent still lingered after an entire 12 hours had passed. He figured he must of become nose blind to it, but then he did slightly notice it after Orlando brought it up. The reason he could now smell it was because it was all over his tee shirt from when you had your body against his to help him off the floor...and when you had hugged him, which then explained why Orlando smelled it. Now Lee knew why he could not sleep, besides the fact that you had clouded his mind with your golden eyes and his ears with your angelic voice....and his nose with your succulent sweet scent. He seriously needed a shower, he told himself...a cold one.

"I wish." Lee chuckled. "I think it's your cologne."

"Oh, that's hilarious Bee Gee Lee....Seriously man, I smell it. Who did you have here? What's the big deal?"

"Exactly. What's the big deal?" Lee snarked and took a swig of his whiskey and swiped his finger over his phone., then glared at Orlando as the song by the bee Gee's played called Massachusetts.

Orlando set down his glass and stared at his best friend. "Ok...like...did I just strike some invisible nerve here? What are you not telling me? It's me man. Why do you act like you have some classified secret or something?"

Lee swigged another drink. "Because it is...technically. Doctor patient confidentiality." he smirked.

"Oh hellls naw. Are you shitting me? You're fucking a patient?"

"Whoa, hey. I never said that."

"Uh...you didn't have to. I see it now. It's written all over your sexually deprived face. Who is it? You know you gotta tell me."

"No, I don't."

"Don't or won't?"

"Can't. You know that. If it's a patient...well technically, she's not but.."

"There's that word again, technically. And what?? So there is a...she? Damn it man, spill it."

"Stop getting your also sexually deprived self in a twist. It's just....a girl...that I met at the hospital."

"A girl...a.... girl? Lee mother fucking Pace has met...a girl?" Orlando raved. "Ok, this is news worthy stuff here."

"Ok. This topic is closed. I gotta get this shit hole cleaned up. You helping or not?"

"Yep...I will help....when you tell me who this girl is that has you so damn secretive. Since when have you kept these things like this from me?"

Lee gazed down at his bottle. You weren't just a thing to him, that was why. He respected you, how could he not?

"Since now. I just don't want to talk about it alright? I got too much shit on my mind as it is."

"I'm sorry man. I know how hard this time is for you. I haven't forgotten what yesterday was."

Lee immediately deflected. "So, judging by your attire, I see you just came from the hospital. How are things going there?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. Nurse Theresa always up my ass about my handwriting. You know she rudely came into a room when I was tending to a patient and scolded me right in front of her. Such bullshit man. It's how I write. If I try to change it, it will literally take me forever to get things done. Even the patient was pissed off by it. Called her a bitch after she had left the room." Orlando chortled as he pictured that moment.

The good doctor knew that patient was you and he still didn't tell Lee that you had requested to see him, even after he told you he would when he saw Lee again. Orlando wanted his own chance with you and he knew he wouldn't have a prayer against his best friend, since he could tell you were into the ridiculously gorgeous Dr. Pace. Even Nurse Theresa didn't give Lee a hard time and his handwriting was far worse than his. Dr. Bloom had always secretly walked in Lee's shadow.

"You know what I always say to that." Lee coaxed.

"Yep. Fuck em."

Both men bellowed in laughter and continued chatting and drinking for about another hour before attempting to get some work done. It was 1 am and Lee was heavily feeling his tippling inebriated state affecting him. He had never been much of a drinker until the accident and he could usually do it in moderation until the anniversary dates came around, and it certainly didn't help with him by being in that house with all of Jacob's memories and belongings.

Lee just wanted to sell it. Out of sight, out of mind kinda thing. Stupidly he went upstairs to drunk dial Elizabeth and tell her he decided to do it. She had no claim on the property so why he wanted to inform her was even beyond him as he avoided her like the plague. But as usual, his intoxication would always make him do stupid things. Such as drunk texting you as well.

"P.S. I don't want u to let me go." His thumb hesitated over the send button...and then he pushed it. What did he have to lose at this point, he thought. It's relevance was to the end of your prior texting session when you told him you were going to let him go so you could get some sleep.

Then, he called Elizabeth.

"Lizzy...it's me."

"Jesus Lee, it's after 1 in the morning. What the fuck do you want?"

"Do you always have to be such a bitch? I need to tell you something."

"And it couldn't wait till morning? We haven't even spoken in over a year. What could you possibly have to tell me that I could even care about?"

"Ahhh morning. Yes..I am in mourning...still. How about you mommy dearest? Sleeping like a baby at a time like this..."

"Are you drunk?"

"Maybe. So? What's it to you? It's how I cope...unlike you who don't give a shit about what happened to your own son. New man less than a month after, new house and a new baby. You've got it all, moved on without a care in the world. Speaking of, that's why I called. To tell you I am going to sell this place. Then all of it will be non existent to you. Oh wait...it already is. My bad."

"And this involves me how exactly? I don't give a shit is right, about what you do with that dump and I am certainly not going to sit here and listen to your drunken rants. You need help Lee. I suggest you get some."

"After what you did to me? To our son, oh sorry, I mean your son. So is your child even the new guy's kid? or are you going to make him believe it is like you did to me? Then drop the bomb on him at the most inopportune time? And if anyone needs help Lizzy, it's you, to learn how to buckle a fucking seatbelt!"

Lee slammed his thumb on the end call button and hurled his phone against the wall as he roared in rage.

Orlando came running up the stairs to find Lee in a panic induced state.

"Lee, man what just happened? I heard you yelling."

Lee slowly turned to him seemingly disoriented.

"Lee! Are you alright man?" Orlando proceeded in concern as Lee wouldn't speak and began to breath heavily.

"Lee, snap out of it man! You're scaring me. I hate it when you get these attacks. You need to breathe..."

Lee knew in that moment how you must have felt just before you passed out. Orlando's words echoed and faded as Lee raced down the stairs and then all went black as he crashed to the floor.

February 4, 2023- 5 am.

Your hand blindlessly fumbled to disable the screeching alarm clock and then you laid back with a sigh after turning the light on. Up you finally went to go get a shower and begin the dreaded day.

Another hobby and talent of yours was ice skating and you were damn good at it too. So good that you could have went down that path professionally, but that wasn't what you wanted as a career. To you, it was just a sport that you began as a child and it became a huge stress and anxiety reliever as you got older. It was all for fun as well and twice a month, you even taught lessons at the ice rink downtown, and one of those days was today. You always went early so you could skate alone with the music blasting and you certainly needed it before you had to go with your mother to make funeral arrangements.

You quickly checked your phone, solely to see if Lee had texted again for any reason and there it was. The one he sent at 1 in the morning telling you he did not want you to let him go. You had to sit back down on the bed for a moment as it had taken you aback. Staring at his words, you pondered on how to even reply to that. What did he mean? A smile formed on your face as you felt a bit flirtatious and sent a simple reply.

"I wasn't planning on it 😉"

Finally, off to the shower you went but not before placing your shirt up over your nose and breathing in his lingering fragrance one last time. You swore you would never wash that shirt.

When you came out, immediately you checked your phone but there was no reply. Of course, though, it was 5:30 am and surely he must be sleeping, you thought. Out of curiosity, you checked the status of the text. Sent but not received. So now you figured his phone must be off and decided to text him later.

It was 7 am when you got to the rink as first you made breakfast for you and your mom, making sure there wasn't enough for Megan when she got up, which probably wouldn't be until late afternoon anyways as she was absolutely unproductive in every aspect of her miserable life.

You unlocked the door and turned on the lights, kicked on the music then sat down and put your skates on.

An oldies genre you picked today, 60's to 70's. You were just in the mood for something different than your usual rock genre. A song came on you hadn't heard in quite awhile. Massachusetts by the Bee Gees.

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"Perfect." you said and went gliding out onto the ice. The cold breeze felt so good on your face as you did twizzles around the arena. Your thoughts instantly drifted to Lee and how much you already missed him. As the song concluded, you did a few axle jumps and then whirled around in a camel spin and merging into a sit spin.

You skated until 8:30, then sat down for a break as the class wouldn't begin until 9, which consisted of a dozen girls ranging between the ages of 11 and 13 and would last roughly two hours.

Checking your phone again in hopes to see a text from your dashing doctor, a frown devoured your face to see nothing. Probably still sleeping, you thought. You spent the remaining of your break thinking of him and the way his firm body felt against yours. God, you wanted to see him again so bad.

The class was finally over at 11 am and you then went home to change into something more appropriate for the funeral home appointment.

Noon

Lee awoke on the floor to a raging headache and a broken phone laying beside him....and Orlando asleep on the couch. He grimaced at the sunlight shining on his face and laid his arm over his eyes as he moaned and groaned in agony.

Memories of the prior night were vague but one thing he clearly remembered was stupidly texting you.

He painfully propped himself onto his elbow and saw the shattered screen on his phone. He then recalled throwing it against the wall upstairs after his heated conversation with Elizabeth. Orlando must have brought it down and laid it beside him.

He tried to power it on in desperation to see if you replied but it was dead and most likely trashed.

"Shit..." he muttered through his foul whiskey breath and let it drop from his hand.

Orlando heard the clunk and sprung up with a gasp. He had barely slept as he kept checking Lee throughout the night and early morning to make sure he was breathing. Lee's loud obnoxious snores had assisted in leaving Orlando sleepless so he knew he was going to be alright, but he still had to make sure and monitored his vitals. Dr. Bloom had witnessed these episodes on more than one occasion, even without liquor being a factor, and knew a trip to the ER was not warranted. Lee would have kicked his ass if he had called 911, but Orlando would have done it regardless if he felt it necessary.

"Well look who's up!" he shouted intentionally with a grin.

"Fuck you." Lee snarked and grunted as he placed his hands on his head.

"Oh I am sorry. Am I too loud?" Orlando snickered.

"Yes and I would prefer it if you did not speak at all."

"Well I am going to, to tell you what you already know. That you're a dumb ass. Why the hell do you keep doing this to yourself?? I am always saving you, from high school up to now."

"I was taller than you then, and I still am. I think I can muster the strength to come over there and kick your scrawny ass if you don't shut the hell up."

"Duly noted."

Lee staggered his way up to a standing position and quickly leaned on the wall. He still felt drunk.

"I think I am going to be sick."

He ran off to the bathroom just around the corner and upchucked yesterday's pizza and last night's booze. The taste made him continue his vomiting until he was doing nothing but heaving bile. He laid with his arms draped over the toilet seat and his head hanging almost inside of it.

"God...somebody kill me please." he exclaimed in a growl as he dropped to his butt and leaned up against the bathtub. Orlando peeked around the corner with a now serious and concerned face.

"You're doing a good job of that all on your own. Take some Tylenol with a shit ton of water and go try to sleep. I'll stay. I don't have a shift today. I can make lunch later if you're hungry then."

Lee moaned and laid his head on his knees. "God...no...no food. Man, my phone. It's history. I need it. I have to explain to her..so she understands...."

He abruptly stopped as he remembered exactly what he had said to you.

"Explain what and to whom? Lizzy? I assume that's who you were screaming at since I couldn't help but hear what you said."

"Fuck no...just forget I said anything. Can you go get me my other phone??"

"Just use mine man, if it's that important. It's that girl isn't it? The one you won't tell me about. Damn....you got it bad. I've never seen you act this way over any woman."

"No..." Lee blurted out and raised his blood shot eyes to Orlando. "I...I need one anyways...like now... so could you just do that? Go to the farm and bring me back some soup and crackers or toast. I think I can handle that and keep it down....and feed the animals please? I think my phone is in the kitchen....on the table."

"Alright. I saw Tylenol in the cupboard. Go take some and lay down. I won't be long."

Orlando left and Lee made his way to the kitchen to chug down ice water and take some pills. He stood over the kitchen sink with his hands on the ledge holding himself up and let his head hang as the humiliating events of last night scrambled through his pounding brain.

Off to the couch he went to lay down and try to sleep. All he could think of was you and what you must be thinking due to his blatant text. And he thought of Orlando's words. Yes, he was so right. He had it bad and he didn't know what to do about it.

You ravaged through your wardrobe in disgust. It wasn't that you hated dressier clothing, but the fact of what it was for. What you did hate was heels. You were a boots kinda girl and saved the murderous spikes and unstable wedges for when you had to work on the Haunted Star, as it was a fancy party venue. It absolutely amazed you that you could balance perfectly and gracefully as well as be on spot with coordination on a thin sheer blade over the slickest surface but could twist your ankle or fall at the drop of a hat in a pair of high heels. It wasn't even just the footwear that was a problem, as you were just uncoordinated as hell off the ice. Accident prone was your middle name and you had the scars and bruises to prove it.

You finally chose a long sleeved burgundy button down shirt to pair with your cream colored skirt, completely annoyed with the flimsy material as you fought with trying to find the sleeve.

Then you kicked off your boots and slid your feet into a pair of boring black heels, then pinned up your hair in a messy bun. Mismatched as hell you felt but were running late so it would have to do.

"Jo! Come on...it's time to go. What on earth are you doing up there??" your mom hollered up the stairs.

"Coming!!"

You sat in a chair at the funeral home waiting on the director to come out. Your mom sat beside you with a kleenex clenched tightly in her hands and said nothing until she saw your nose stuck in your phone. You were texting Lee to check on him since it was now 12:22 pm and you had heard nothing. All the usual assumptions ran through your mind as the status still showed sent only. His phone was clearly off. Was it dead? Was he ignoring you? Did he change his mind about wanting to be friends? Did you do or say something wrong? But then your mind wandered to worry. Was he alright? The anxiety was sneaking up. What if he was hurt again? You decided that if you did not hear from him by the time you left, you were going to go check on him.

"Josephine LeeAnn March! Is that all you can do is play on your phone right now?" your mother snapped. She only called you by your full name when she was fed up and meant business.

"Mom...calm down. It's not like we're doing anything at the moment."

"Calm down? Your brother's body is somewhere in this building where we sit and you are more concerned with texting whomever in the hell it is that you are texting. It's that damn doctor isn't it? Why can't you just be happy with Dave? The man adores you and you won't even give him a chance."

You ignored that last part of her ramblings as you were not going to discuss your love life with her.

"Mom...can you not say it like that? His...body."

"How would you have me say it then? That's what it is. You know, I had to see it don't you? To identify him. I couldn't even do it! His face was unrecognizable. All I had to go on was his clothing and his ring. The rest of him was badly burned. Do you know what a sight that was for me??"

"Thanks Mom, I didn't know but now I do after that detailed description. You do remember that I was there when it happened? You so did not need to tell me all this. I have enough anxiety as it is."

"Well maybe you should try taking your medicine and then you wouldn't have that problem." She turned her head and said no more.

God you couldn't take this. No one understood how the medicine made you feel. No one but Lee. You put your phone away to please her and sat with your head turned away as tears burnt your eyes.

It was finally over and you all went back home with a funeral date only days away. You didn't even bother going inside and quickly got in your car, taking off like a bat out of hell with a destination of Lee's place. One more time, you attempted to contact him by calling this time. It went straight to voicemail. You contemplated on leaving a message as his beautiful voice flowed into your ear.

"You've reached Dr. Pace. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. If this is an emergency, call 911 or go to the nearest hospital."

It was an emergency. You needed him but how ridiculous was it that you felt that way over someone you barely knew. Maybe you should just call Dave instead, you thought. No, you couldn't. You didn't want to. Something felt off and you were extremely worried about Lee after how you had found him...and even more so after his strange text in the early morning hours. Had he been drinking again?

Trying to compose your voice, you left a brief message.

"Hey Lee, it's me...I mean Jo...just wanted to check on you. I'm actually on my way to your place right now. I hope that is alright. Please all me back...or text. Ok...bye."

Your voice started to break up as you had told him to call you back. You hurried and ended the call so if by chance he got the message, he wouldn't hear you being a big baby. You honestly thought you should just turn around but something wouldn't let you.

You cried all the way there after a song played that struck every chord in your soul. You had noticed the clock when it had started. 2:22 pm. Strangely, it was the time you were born. You had this thing with seeing numbers in various ways and at certain moments, wether it was the time, catching the microwave's countdown or even the total on a purchase just to name a few. It was always double or triple digits of the same number. 11, 22, 33, and 44 were the big ones for you, and the 3's came in other ways too, such as the eerie pattern of celebrity deaths. The clairvoyance probability really wasn't that far fetched.

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The first time you ever kissed his mouth, you absolutely did feel the earth move in your hand like the trembling heart of a captive bird....just like the lyrics said. You were in way over your head with this man. He had awoken something in you and made you feel alive again. He made you breathe....and without him, you would suffocate.

You pulled into the driveway behind his car and noticed the clock at 2:44. You released a stunned giggling sigh, wiped your eyes and got out, quietly closing the door.

As you came to the front door, you could see Lee through the three small windows it held, sitting on the floor playing catch with a ball against the wall.

You could hear soft muffled music and him singing from inside as you knocked but he didn't hear you, so you walked in.

"Lee?"

He then heard your voice and turned his head.

When he saw that it was you, he eagerly staggered his way up and almost ran into the wall, in which he then leaned on as a crutch. You could tell he had been drinking or maybe even on something else.

"Miss Massachusetts. What are you doing here?"

You sucked in a breath and began rambling.

"I'm sorry, the door...it was open and you didn't hear me. I..I wanted to check on you...your phone...is off or something. I....I hope it's ok that I came."

His body moved unsteadily as he tried to balance and seemingly didn't want to look you in the eyes.

"Yeah...that. Sorry.. I kinda broke my phone. Seems it can't handle the impact of a wall. But my other one should be here soon. Of course it's alright that you came. I am glad you did Jo March. Sucks being here all alone."

'Ohhh...yeah. That can happen." you lightly laughed. "Lee...are you alright?"

"Never better...now that you're here anyways....So...you came all the way here to check on me? Why?"

"I...I was worried about you when you didn't respond to my texts and call."

"You...texted and called? Shit...I am sorry. My phone...I broke it."

"So you already told me. Lee, what's going on?" You sat your purse down and walked over to him as you were worried he was going to fall.

His eyes looked you up and down and then he just gazed at you. His eyes were so glassy and his pupils dilated. He was definitely highly intoxicated, or just high....maybe both.

"My god, you...you are so beautiful it hurts."

Your lips slightly parted as a small gasp escaped them. How were you going to respond to that?

As you went to offer a simple thank you, the door opened and in walked Dr. Bloom.

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how would i rewrite leon’s route? imma just ramble off the top of my head rn (maybe i’ll think of some stuff later idk)

so what are leon’s flaws? some might say his biggest flaw is not being able to rely on others (specifically his brothers). in the scene where julius is revealed to be a traitor, i want them to actually have a conflict. leon and his troops fight julius and the random group of ex-slaves. leon doesn’t plan for his brothers and their troops to arrive. leon insists on him and his troops being enough to go to the border, but jin thinks otherwise. so then jin, yves, and licht come to save the day.

i’d make this slight change to actually show how leon carries the burden by himself, but more importantly to show how he can’t do certain things alone. he’s grown up with a secret he can’t share and so he’s had to deal with things quietly. this would correct his belief that he has to solve and work through everything himself. i think this change would be more powerful/meaningful because it takes the weight off of his shoulders just a bit and shows that his brothers care about him. (imo it’s way better than his brothers having to be told what to do by leon and just having everything work out smoothly)

in the chapter after nokto totally fumbles and screws up with protecting us from that pervert duke, he calls leon’s kindness cruel. ok but where tf was that in the route? bc imo his kindness wasn’t really portrayed as cruel? he was always showing us kindness so i guess that’s why it never seemed cruel to me. i think cruel kindness would be better suited for kind!keith. i think i would have leon’s kindness be a strength that gets the better of him.

kindness is a strength that can be taken advantage of. when you’re constantly too kind for your own good, people just start assuming you’ll do everything they ask and their expectations grow. what if we got a super candid conversation with leon about how he feels when his kindness is taken advantage of or overlooked/downplayed?

i think this would make him feel more human? more flawed? like he’s not just perfect all the time? kind people get burnt out easily, that’s basically what i’m saying.

so by the end of his route, he’s able to establish boundaries because you can’t be kind all the time and not get burnt out. and he also realizes that he’s able to rely more on his brothers. after revealing his secret, it doesn’t feel so lonely anymore too!

these are just easy fixes imo. it might not be much of a change, but i think it would be a lot more meaningful for his character and the development

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Russia, America, Romano, Germany, and Spain with a darling that some how got turned into a cat for a week. Now they have to take care of them for the time being. Just something a bit wholesome for a change 😊. ( Non-yandere )

That’s a super cute idea.

Grey smoke filled the room like a prankster’s cheap bomb. The many different occupants within the basement amphitheater coughed and gagged as the air coated their throats in musty chalk.

As quick as it came, the smoke dissipated. Looking around, he believed everything to be ok. No broken furniture, nor busted light bulbs.

It wasn’t until a small meow came from his right that he realized something was wrong.

America: Allen’s head snapped toward the sound. He gasped at the sight before him.

A fluffy Ragdoll with (E/C) was swamped by the heavy clothes his doll usually wore. He watched as it looked at him in panic, unbelieving of what occurred.

“Doll, that you babe?” Allen inquired.

All the cat gave was a shaky meow and nod as it fumbled out of the heavy clothes.

Once the shock of it all settles, Allen’s going to track down Oliver and demand the reason behind the transformation. Whether or not Oliver was the one to cause the curse, Allen is going to demand he change you back.

Giggling, Oliver is all too happy to let Allen know it will take some time. Maybe even cutting his arm open before sending him on his way.

Huffing, Allen will collect you. Tucking you into his jacket as he sulks his way home. Don’t get Allen wrong, he likes animals, but having his Doll be an animal is a bit of a hinder to the relationship since he can’t do all his favorite things while you are in that condition.

He’ll take good care of you though. A small water fountain on the table and human food that is cat compatible. There will be lots of cuddles and you’ll listen as he rants about work. The failure of government workers and his own men, while regaling you about his successful hunts.

By the end, he’ll admit that you were the cutest cat and will keep a couple of photos of you. Though he is more than happy to have you as a human in his arms again.

Germany: Luther’s borrows furrowed as he looked around. He didn’t see the familiar brown of Winzig’s pelt, nor did he hear the tinkling of his silver bell.

Again, another mew sounded, this time accompanied by a tug at his pants.

Violet eyes turned downwards as he meets the (E/C) of a long German Rex. Its short, silky fur is trapped by the band tee that (Y/N) often wore.

Curious, Luther knelt down. Petting the mysterious cat as his eyes followed the shirt to a pile of (Y/N)’s abandoned clothing.

Chuckling to himself, Luther called out to Austria. Requesting that he gaze upon the cat in his arms.

As the latter approached, Luther only had one question.

“Is this (Y/N)?”

As Jon confirms you are now a cat with a simple spell. Luther’s laughter returns. He can’t believe how cute you are. Silky, soft with the biggest eyes just melts his stoic heart.

Jon comments that it will only take a week to set you free, Luther is more than happy to indulge you. The week is spent mostly at home with you being entertained by Winzig. The two of you are often found napping together or wrestling while Luther is gone at work.

When he’s home, Luther treats you like the Queen of cats with plenty of tasty food and love as he helps maintain your special fur type.

At the week’s end, Luther can only hope that you retain a couple of cat features for him to coo over a little longer.

Spain: Armando took a deep breath before slowly turning to face the (E/C) eyed, (H/C) colored European Short Hair beside him. She chirped before swaggering toward him in a way only his darling (Y/N) would.

In all his centuries of living, he had never guessed that his wife would be turned into a cat. Armando briefly wondered if it was karma catching up to him or Oliver yanking his brittle chain. Either way, he had to get you back to normal.

Unlike Allen, Armando has two sources of magical influence to speak with. He would waste no time threatening both to undo what was done.

When both tell him that the spell should wear off in about a week. Armando attempts to strike both of them down with his ax, but they retaliate in turn leaving him with additional scars and an upset kitten.

As you attempt to scold him, he brushes your meows off before collapsing into his bed. Sighing, you follow curling up on his chest, hoping the week goes by ok.

To your surprise, it was mostly fine. There were moments while on the farm you were almost squished by Idiota, but other than that Armando took decent care of you.

He would ensure that you were fed and that your coat was well maintained. No major harm and as you poofed back to human, Armando gave a snarky grin as he asked how you would repay his generosity.

Russia: Stiffening, Viktor turned his head like a broken sprinkler. The (H/C) Siberian by his side could only wince at the loud clicks that were coming from his neck.

As he peered down at the large feline, she purred to ease her nervousness.

Without thought, Viktor blankly asked who left their cat unattended, before turning to scan the room for (Y/N).

At the notice of her disappearance, he moved. Darting between nations to look for any sign of her existence. At his heels was the cat, who continued to meow for the large man’s attention.

The louder the meow the angrier Viktor became. A yowl from the beast snapped the remainder of Viktor’s patience as he bellowed for the animal to leave him be.

Before he could fully stomp off, Oliver’s pale hand clasped Viktor’s dark jacket. Blue swirled pink met red as a mocking smile split Oliver’s face.

“Now, poppet. Don’t you recognize your beloved?”

The only reason Oliver defended you was to repay a favor owed. As the taller man pressed for more answers for the strange actions, Oliver only responded that a week should be enough to fix the issue, until then keep an eye on the cat never telling him your true identity.

So, that’s what Viktor did, while also sending out several of his men to look for you. Each fruitless search sent him to the deepest pits of his own hell. Only to be eased by your feline form.

As the week dragged on, Viktor vocalized to you how his concerns and fears about never finding you. Yet, he refused to falter in your care, trusting that Oliver would not lie in repaying his favor.

It was late at night when you poofed back to your human state. Starling and relieving Viktor as the weight changes from fifteen pounds to your actual weight.

Romano: The chortle that came after the meow made Fabrizio whip around in confusion. His sunglasses almost slid off his nose at the sight of Jon cuddling a struggling Siamese.

As the small feline attempted to fight off the ill-fitted prince of darkness, he noticed the (E/C) eyes and how each of its points matched (Y/N)’s hair color perfectly.

Like a faulty wiring job for a closet lightbulb, Fabrizio's eyes widened as his brain remarked on the lack of his beloved. His eyes frantically looked for (Y/N). Picking through the crowd, he saw no sight of her.

He was ready to sprint through the halls, screaming her name when the cat was shoved in his face.

“Here jou go, Fabrizio.” The Siamese was pushed into Fabrizio’s arms as Jon began to walk off. “Take good care of jour Darlin.”

“WHAT!?”

Jon snobbishly explained the situation at hand. He told Fabrizio that you would be fine in a week, all he had to do was take care of you.

Still in shock, Fabrizio would leave with you securely in his arms. Quickly making his way through the halls and parking lot to place you on the leather seat of his limo.

As the vehicle moved, Fabrizio asked questions to confirm your identity. Each nod and shake of the head created a mixture of relief and awkwardness.

Fabrizio spoils you with various cat condos and many feline outfits for you. Each one is designed to highlight a particular feature.

Week’s end brought relief as you returned to your true form. He’s happy but also inspired to create you some cat-influenced outfits.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p america #2p russia #2p spain #2p romano #2p germany

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