#sososo normal about them

[a-big-chicken-nerd]

what if he toasts the marshmellows in gasters palm sometimes . what if they held hands about it   . what then  

[thehellsystem]

do you have any varigo headcanons ...

OH BOY DO I

Hugo is does not automatically “get better” the moment he moves in with Varian. She has kleptomaniac tendencies and jumps a mile in the air whenever they see a guard. He’ll stand in front of expensive objects and consider how much he could sell them for. AND ONE TIME she was doing this with a massive grandfather clock and they were feeling it with their hand and then he dissociated. Then it was like, an hour later and the clock was in his and Varian’s room and she was like “VARIANNN- VARIAN I FUCKED UP-“ so Varian and him are trying to sneak it back to its original spot because Hugo is freaking out losing his marbles at the thought of being kicked out because he BLACKED OUR AND STOLE A CLOCK and Rapunzel catches them, obviously. She’s super nice and understanding because she’s married to Eugene but Hugo is going through every stage of grief because she’s not an emotional guy but oh boy does he think he’s going back to the streets AND that he got Varian in trouble. Varian’s like “You know I tried to kill several people and got pardoned, right?” And Hugo’s like “…oh”

Varian? Very normal man. BUT I think he should get to be mildly insane. He’s holding a knife and he’ll slowly turn to the person next to him and go “How many people do you think I could kill with this?” And Hugo will respond VERY HONESTLY like “Ten, before you get arrested. Fifteen if you wear your mask.”

Nuru was not their wingwoman. She was so fucking tired of them. They were the kind of couple where everyone knew they were dating before they knew themselves. In the way that Varian’s sleeping in Hugo’s arms and still going “We’re just friends :)” and Nuru is SO TIRED because Hugo is sitting with her head in Varian’s lap staring at him with heart eyes and they’re just trying to have a normal meal

Hugo and Varian have a mutual hatred for Winter. Hugo hates it because it’s easily the most difficult season for people on the streets to live in, Varian hates it because of Queen for a Day. They just hibernate in their lab every winter, even if Corona is almost always warm. It’s so common to not hear from them for WEEKS because they’re in their lab doing who knows what during Winter.

MODERN AU but they go to concerts together and Hugo holds Varian on their shoulders so he can better

I HAVE THIS WHOLE AU I’M WRITING OUT THAT I HAVE SHARED WITH LIKE TWO PEOPLE SHIRT THAT SAYS “ASK ME ABOUT MY OVERLY SPECIFIC VAT7K REWRITE”

Hugo ate everything within a mile of himself when he first got to the castle and then freaked out about it and was like “I don’t deserve this oh my god they’re gonna send me back” and stopped. Varian gets incredibly concerned and keeps staring at her at every meal and Hugo’s like “Well, can’t have my boyfriend being worried. Back to food.”

Hugo has an abnormal fondness for foreign cheese. Varian is lactose intolerant

WHISTLE FOR THE CHOIR BY THE FRATELLIS

Yong is aromantic and his image of romance was very confusing because Hugo and Varian are saying they’re just best friends while feeding each other bits of food

HUGO IS PARTIALLY BLIND idc he is because same. My eyes do NOT work and I have the thickest glasses lenses known to man. Hugo holds up pieces of paper to Varian and asks him to read out loud for him and he says it’s because he can’t see it BUT mostly because he likes the sound of Varian’s voice

The Garden by The Crane Wives starts playing

OKAYOKAY I’ve seen people say they’re Stupid With Love but Hugo actually dreams about Varian falling off a cliff. And that’s his romantic dream about the boy he has a crush on.

RYHEYBFIGH

[neolxzr]

hiiai but they’re my favorite sasaki and miyano cover

i think they deserve a soft little highschool romance <3

clean ver under cut:

[0509-brainrot]

dying over domestic 0509. like Actually Deceasing.

their jobs Suck and half the time one or both of them are Exhausted as Hell when they get home (but that won't stop Shidou from trying to ensure that mikoto never touches an energy drink Ever Again). They cuddle when they get home. Or just collapse.

They have a plant. Actually they have several. They're everywhere. They just keep buying them.

Shidou: "They mean x and it reminded me of you"

Mikoto: "They were really pretty and it reminded me of you"

Shidou knows all of their flower language meanings and Mikoto names all of them (they're written on popsicle sticks stuck in the soil because there's too many to remember) and is also very guilty of overwatering them sometimes. Or forgetting to water them. (But Shidou usually checks the soil so it's fine)

Mikoto gets Shidou into his hobbies. I think they'd enjoy photography a lot :))) Maybe nature photography especially

Shidou writes notes and reminders for Mikoto just in case he forgets to get/do something (I feel like Mikoto himself is/becomes pretty organized about writing stuff down actually, but just in case)

Physically affectionate Mikoto. Shidou headpats. Enough said. *Backflips into the sun*

I want them to be happyyy uwahh... I wish....

[cimicherrychanga]

btw u guys have to promise to not be mad at me for becoming ur turtle mutual. please

[sweetsuke]

another hinahiiro thought!!!!!!! hiiro just strikes me as the type to wear other people's clothes if he's close with them, so imagine hinata spotting hiiro hanging around the dorms in one of his hoodies like:

hinata can't figure out why, but the sight of it makes him flustered despite the fact that he's shared clothes with plenty of people before. something about hiiro is just.... different 💕

[driftingmoonmenace]

hihii so you probably get asked this a lot or have in the past, however…. do you like sun or moon more? just curious as I like to ask most Sun/Moon enthusiasts this question :3

hiiiii!! 👋 I'm gonna be honest, I love Moon with all my heart and I know my username has moon in it, BUT hands down it's gotta be Sun for me. At first when I got into the fandom I was like 'Moon all the way', but after like a month or so in I've just had such a love and fascination for Sun that I can't quite explain and seeing his cute face fills my heart with such immense joy that feels like home and like idk I guess I'm just a big softie for him! 😭💕

[galaxdora]

I think the only thing preventing me from going full in to the whole cast this ep is that izzy reminds me of an irl and that's making me hesitate

[autism-swagger]

Good god I'm going to be preoccupied with Tara thoughts all day

[seldaryne]

thinking about velrith 'vessel for the disappointing reality of my parent's projected hopes about what their family would look like' dark urge & the quiet relationship she had with ketheric in that no, they never actually spoke much one on one but there was always some part of her that vastly preferred his presence to orin or gortash & felt--dare i say--just a little bit good whenever he showed even the remotest sign of respect and/or approval. thinking about how, if she ever had access to enough of her memories again, she would understand why that particular fight was the one she was willing to negotiate for out of the three. & it's not even as if there was a real bond or affection there in the first place, she's just always been searching for that particular kind of approval from That Particular type of authority, which he happened to embody exceptionally well.

thinking about the odd wave of envy that hits her when she connects the dots about isobel, & what it must have been like to have family who would go to these lengths to have her back, who probably didn't have to go out of their way to hide any disappointment about her nature behind plastered-on saccharine smiles (she can't help what she is, and they pitied her for that much, she could tell). she does not want to kill the cleric, but she stares at her & wonders if choking down that much jealousy can make it turn into a poison. she won't tell her this when she discloses the way her blood wants her to rip isobel apart, because it doesn't even make sense, really--no reasonable person would want all of this done in their name. so down it goes.

thinking about the way she unconsciously hovers toward jaheira when she joins them at camp, something about the way she speaks & places expectations on her that makes her want to meet every one of jaheira's standards (whether real or simply perceived & interpreted). how she kicks herself when she realizes the way even the smallest hint of approval from her makes velrith perk up notably, hoping to reproduce the result of her actions somehow. how she's never considered herself shy, simply quiet, but finds that the desire to make a good impression (despite everything that she is) makes it harder to speak than usual.

there was no desire to please bhaal like this, by the way. no part of her that found itself looking forward to any interactions or requests, despite the fact that he was the one who made her in the first place. there was never any sort of reward there, just the grim reality of fulfilling a Purpose.

she hates that she has this response, even if some of the feedback does genuinely make her feel happy (worthy). she finds it childish, weak, a damningly obvious exposure of her inner workings & desires that she would prefer no one else picked up on & perhaps if she wasn't so starved for approval, she would know how to compose herself when it was received. but she was, & so she can't.

[catssluvr]

it would be sososo wonderful if you wrote a cute little blurb abt Spencer and fem!BAU!reader both coming into work with little doodles all over their arms and the team notices or something <3 (yes this is the same anon that sent the headcanon lol)

hii! i loved your headcanon and am so glad you requested this 💌

𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔, spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader

you relationship with spencer is revealed when you both show up to work with doodles on your arms <3

warnings: none <3

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Spencer reaches for the mug full of hot coffee, taking a generous sip. His button up feels almost immediately too hot, body warming up due to the hot beverage. He rolls up his sleeves without a second thought, arms covered in little doodles on full display to anyone in the bullpen who decides to look at them.

"Hey, pretty boy. Did you see- are those hearts?" Derek approaches his desk with a teasing smile already making it's way to his lips. Spencer scrambles to cover his arms up, clumsy pulling his sleeves down.

"Did i see what?" He feigns innocence, crossing his arms over his chest as he's way too nervous to actually button up the sleeves. There's no way he's going to out the relationship he's been hiding for a good few months because of some doodles.

"Oh no, you're not running away from this. Why have you got cute drawings all over your arms, uh?" He teases even further, trying to take a peek at the skin under Spencer's button up.

Your gaze immediately shoots up to them once you realize what Derek is referring to, quickly faking a normal expression once you realize your eyes have widened. You pretend to be looking at the files in your table, waiting for the answer. Your table is not far from his so you really have to keep it cool.

"I uh- i was bored and drew them." Spencer says the first excuse that comes to mind and realizes rather quickly how bad it sounds. His neck turns red and it soon spreads to his cheeks and ears too.

"You want me to believe you were bored and decided to draw hearts and butterflies on your arms? Sure, Reid." He chuckles, making sure to give him a hard time.

"Aw, does my sweet boy genius have a girlfriend?" Penelope snoops in, a less teasing and more bright smile on her lips.

"It sounds like he does. Unless he's suddenly ambidextrous and is able to draw perfect hearts on both of his arms." Emily comments, just as interested to make Spencer flustered as Derek.

"I- What if i am?!" Spencer's voice comes out a tad bit squeakier than intended, facade crumbling very easily. He looks at you almost desperately, trying to find a way out of this interrogation without having to reveal your relationship.

"Come on guys, leave the poor boy alone." Rossi saves him before you can, but he seems just as curious as the rest of them. Raised eyebrows and looking directly at him.

"Do you know anything about this, gorgeous?" Derek turns his gaze to you. Spencer gulps nervously, trying to act as normal as possible now that you're also about to be involved.

"Me? Why would i know?" You question a bit too defensively. Lying isn't exactly your forte and now that everyone is looking at you, it feels even harder.

"Wait- do i sense jealously?" It now feels like you're the next chosen victim to their interrogation. You might have aimed for careless but it definitely came off as defensive and bothered.

"You really don't." You roll your eyes as you answer, noticing the way Spencer gives you an apologetical look. You smile for long enough so that he notices but quick enough so no on else sees it.

"I think we do." Rossi agrees with Derek.

You sigh exasperatedly, hand coming to rub your forehead. What you don't notice is the way your shirt rids down, exposing your also covered arm.

"Oh my god- she has them too!" Penelope gasps, not holding back the surprise.

You wonder how they hadn't figured out you and Spencer are dating before. You both aren't exactly great liars and it was just a matter of time until someone caught one of your stollen kisses on the workplace.

"Oops?" You mutter out, cheeks painfully hot as you give up on trying to hide it. There's no way they would believe any kind of excuse now.

"Can't say i'm surprised." Emily is the first to say anything, leaving to go back to her desk as if nothing had happened.

"I'm so happy for you guys." Penelope ruffles Spencer's hair with a smile that's definitely making her cheeks hurt, while Derek resumes to shaking his head with a chuckle.

Spencer gives you a lopsided smile and you quickly realize he's trying to know if you're okay with all of it. You nod with a smile of your own, fingers tracing the doodles on your arm.

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love you,

cat 🤍

[ratatatastic]

"Is [Barkov] a normal dude? Meaning like—is he just like, you're having a cheeseburger some day and he's like 'Oh, no, no, no! I need this, I need the superfoods,' like is he kind-of... is he a normal guy?" "'Is that Wagyu or no?'" "'I need, you know, the best of the best,' Like how is he?" "He's undercover really funny, especially when you get to know him. I don't think he said much for the first 3 to 5 years. But I always joke with him I've never been invited to his house and we've played together for 10 years." "Dude, Brandon Montour said the same thing! We had him on last year! He's like, 'Dude, he's never had us over! We're always like—' But he doesn't live by all you guys, right? He kind-of lives a little further out?" "Yeah, he lives 20-30 minutes away in Boca [Raton.] But, yeah, no I—Listen, it's just his personality. It's who he is, and we respect him for it. Like I said, he's a really funny guy when you get to know him, and sometimes he's got those one-liners. And, you know, he's one of those perfect humans, right? You know, one of the guys we all strive to be, and we'll all come short forever, but—yeah, he's a good person."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.30.24 (x)

i hope this bit never ends if not for the fact that each time ekky has to say it he has to add another year to it which adds to the comedy of it all

"Hey, who's got the best setup on your team with the Panthers? When all the boys get together, 'We're going to your crib. We're gettin' on the jet skis,' whatever. Who's got the best setup?" "Yeah, um—Aaron [Ekblad]'s probably...I mean, Aaron's been there the longest. Hopefully, Barkov hears this! He's been there the longest, but he never invites the boys over to his house!" "Oh~ Barky!" "Is he cheap?" "I'm gonna call Barky out right now, and see if he can invite the whole team over next year..." "Is he cheap? Is he cheap? What is it?" "Will he do it?" "Oh, he's up in 9 East—obviously, like quiet, unbelievable guy, but he's the only up in Boca [Raton.] So I don't know if anybody wants to even drive up to Boca..." "Oh, Fancyland Zone..." "What do you mean? How far is that away from where you are? Like, and everybody else?" "Yeah, we're all in Ft. Lauderdale, Las Olas—within probably... you know some families are in Parkland by the arena, but we're all within probably 10 minutes away and he's up 30, 40 minutes away so."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.25.23 (x)

the boys ribbing sasha for living so far away and never inviting them to his house but still going btw hes amazing and incredible and perfect and sososo good we say this to tease him but like this is just who he is as a person and we accept that so please dont misconstrue this into something its not this is a joke and we dont take it to heart

and on that topic its really a shame that NA media doesnt know how fucking funny and how absolutely unserious he can be. I understand the notion of diligent no-nonsense captain is a prevalent idea (which he is lets make that clear he takes hockey so seriously) but especially since this season hes said hes cut down on weight so he could skate faster (and the results show) so i understand where the questions are coming from knowing the track record but also

we've won a cup and hes ramped it up its fantastic and this is one of my favourite examples of it of how quippy he can be

happy to talk about my cappy!!! happy to tease my cappy!!!

"and you know hes one of those perfect humans right? you know one of the guys we all strive to be, and we'll all come short forever but yeah he's a good person" do you also cry about how terribly fond and sincere ekky gets about sasha

[spider-ghoul]

Animals

Leo Valdez X animal lover!Reader

in which: Leo tries to win you over by showing you his favorite 'animal'!

warnings: none that I can think of! Lmk if there's anything I should put!

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Leo Valdez had been almost painfully aware of you since he had met you. Like a rock in his shoe he couldn't kick out, always lingering in his head and around camp.

At first, he thought it was just because of how you looked. You were attractive. He wasn't blind. But normally his sad longings for pretty people ended after a few days, but that didn't seem to be the case for you.

He didn't even know why he was so fixated on you, the first time he tried to talk to you, you just rolled your eyes and walked away. And every time after that. Ouch.

So...Leo started watching you. Not in a creepy way, really! Just whenever you were around he found himself paying a extra bit of attention to you.

Quickly, he realized you were like that to just about everyone except your siblings and a small (tiny really) group of people.

He couldn't express how badly he wanted to be in that group.

Then one day, while running to get something for Piper, he found you sitting in the strawberry fields, couched down, hand held out to a small white rabbit.

"C'mon it's alright.." he heard you whisper to it, "C'mon buddy.."

He was frozen, watching you whisper to the small animal. You were so soft. It wasn't like he'd ever seen you before. All of the sudden the rude, off-putting person he thought he knew was gone.

He watched the bunny approach you enough that you raised your hand, letting it sniff you.

And Leo Valdez knew he was done for.

After that, he followed you around like a lost puppy. Trying to talk to you as much as he could- offering to walk you to your cabin after campfire, or leaving his table to talk to you during lunch. Each attempt unsuccessful. Met with eye rolls and scoffs.

but slowly, it became less annoying and more enduring.

you were still snippy, and rude, but all of the sudden, you found yourself letting him trail behind you.

Once, he showed up to the arena when he knew you were training (a bad habit he had) and he found you there... with a giant black hell hound. Your hand behind it's ear.

"Ohhh such-a-good-girl! mhm- yeah- sososo good-"

Leo realized the hell hound was Mrs. O'leary- but there was a moment of prominent panic when he first saw you.

the more time he spent with you, the more he realized how lovey you were animals- all of them.

Racoons that found their way into camp trash cans? you had a new best friend. The black cat that hung around the Hades cabin? he had seen you with it on multiple occasions.

Slowly.. Leo came up with a plan. It was so obvious! Animal lover?? He had a whole dragon! Isn't that like.. the best animal?

So finally after a few days of prodding, he got you to follow him into the woods.

"It's so cool! you'll love it- I promise." He practically bounced though the woods to bunker nine, he talked fast about how you would love It and then, outside the forge..

"Is.. Is that a.." Leo watched as your mouth dropped open.

"this.. is Festus."

"Can.. can I..?" He nodded, watching as you slowly approached the bronze dragon, slowly raising your hand to pet his nuzzle.

It took about thirty seconds before your arms were wrapped around its neck mumbling about how amazing he was. Festus clearly enjoyed the attention, clicking and purring(?), nuzzling into you.

"You like him?"

"How could I not look at this big olde' baby-" and you look up at him. You're smiling wider than he'd ever seen you. You open and close your mouth once before a quiet, "Thank you.. Leo."

He could barely breath.

Maybe you weren't completely in love with him. He could handle that.

In your eyes, the gesture was how Leo showed you he actually cared about you. That he paid attention. Maybe that's why you started sitting by him at campfire, and now he wasn't always the one who started conversations. A friendship bloomed quickly, and your feeling for him even quicker.

and all because of a metal dragon.

[nikolais-eyepatch]

THIS TOOK SO LONGGG IM SORRY U GUYS BUT I KINDA LIKE THIS SHOULD I MAKE A PT 2??? <333 YOU GUYS PLS READ THIS I THINK THIS MIGHT BE MY BEST WORKSSS!! also thing is i had dazai in mind for this but then i thought that it might be ooc so the character can be anyone!!

warnings : murder, stalking, suggestive writing, two psychos in love <33 (i do not condone these actions outside of fanfiction)

word count : 3.291K

(credit to @tookio for the dividers throughout the story!! lace one!! )

In the dimly lit streets of the city, where shadows, secrets, whispers and crime had all intertwined. You would have never ever even thought about the fact that you would have met him. Handsome was an understandment, but beneath all that charisma lies a man that you had met that fateful night.

You had simply seen him...everywhere. he was quiet the talk. his name was well-known. but by each passing day the paranoia increased. you had seen his smile, it was so perfect. god even you had a slight crush on the man, who wouldn't?

just like everyone else you had fantasies too, i mean his skin was so smooth...it'd be a perfect addition to you're collection. Out of everyone you had seen he simply had this charm you've never even noticed in others. why not indulge yourself in these weird fantasies? i mean sure you wouldn't be acting them out, so what harm right!

As a detective it was normal for you to get off work late, helping others and solving crimes. The pay was quite good in honesty, that's the only reason you sticked around.

nothing really interested you when you think about it, from a young age everything was all, blank. You really couldn't give a shit about anyone. You were only doing your job.

So when you stumbled across him as you entered the alley and heard the sound of something gushing, was that the sound of... stabbing? You never had thought you would've found him. murdering the man who had asked for your hand, you wouldn't blame him. he was an nuisance.

in the dim lights the eye contact between you two was tense, until you had sighed and raised an eyebrow as the words stumbled out.

"you seem like a busy man tonight, sir." you say unbothered at the sight as you continue observing him, he was wet with blood, obviously, you note. the smell was unbearable, so was the sight...he really did a number on him.

his eyes twinkle with amusement, a devilish smirk playing upon his lips. "Indeed, I am. But fear not, dear detective, I hold no ill intentions toward you." His voice was smooth as he reassured you.

you simply stare at him confused as you decide to do what's best, "That's...fine by me, sir. Have a good night dear stranger." you brush off as you wave goodbye to him and continue your merry way back home.

you weren't bothered...? oh how happy he was! with a grin spread across his face reaching his ears he watched you turn the other way and walk away. thank god! He had his eyes on you for sososo long!! You never knew how much he had wanted to possess you, to claim her as his own, even if it meant succumbing to the darkest corners of his soul! You saw him murder...yet you didn't even react? you could have done anything! gone to the police- ran away- or even decide to do something since you yourself were a detective! but no! you didn't! this means something right? you kept his secret! he knows you will! who else would you tell? this is perfect...that means you agree to be his! i mean c'mon- you didn't even care! he confirms your the one- only one!!! such a Fateful night, gosh!!

your figure gets smaller and smaller as he watched you with a giddy attitude, forgetting all about the body just by his foot...he had wanted to court you...he couldn't have that could he? he did this for you! and you didn't even care much about him! your the perfect one!!!

he always had a yearning to understand his soulmate...who dares to walk the same path as him yet stands on opposite sides of the moral divider. now? he's gotten his answer

As the days passed, the memory of him lingered in your thoughts, a persistent thorn in his otherwise impenetrable psyche. Intrigued by his motives and everything, you had found yourself drawn to his presence, craving the thrill of her company...this was bad.

One night you had no idea how it had happened. some bitch had been getting on your nerves. next second you find yourself in the same alleyway you and that man had met, as you continue stabbing the woman, her face was disformed, her organs were showing as the blood spurted out, god...it felt so right. The greed taking over as you took advantage of her drunk-like state. If her face wasn't disformed from the amount of struggle she put in, maybe you would have used her skin to experiment.

you now see why killing was such a thrill, simply from hearing it from others at your work, to looking for clues, even going to crime scenes and asking witnesses, to reading such books at night before bed, and witnessing that man do a gruesome sin so casually?? you had given up. all the pent up amount of anger and frustration showing up as you showed no mercy to the woman under you and you continue making the same motion.

up, down, squelch, up. up, squelch, down, up. up, squelch, down, actions that were considered psychotic and you were against all going down the drain- you were a detective goddammit! why was this happening?? god you just-

you stop all actions as your moments falter at the sound of footsteps. turning your head to the direction you found him, standing there with a smirk.

you chuckle and soften your eyes as you say "dear stranger, we meet again." you say as you observe him, this time it was you who was covered in blood, him a witness to your deepest desires.

he had always questioned whether his feelings towards you were love or obsession....whether you'd get to live or die was depended on what he had thought of you. yet, seeing you in this light made him question his own motives.

"Once again, fate brings us together," he murmured, his voice cold yet amused. "I see our paths are destined to cross repeatedly." From the corner of his eye, he noticed your hand gripping the weapon tightly, a mask of determination etched onto her face. "What brings you here, my dear detective?" He asked, curiosity mingled with a slight bit of excitement.

"ah business, my dear stranger." you commented as you eye him up and down, you didn't really know if it was in attraction or disgust really, everything was too foggy in your brain.

rights confused with wrongs, left and rights, north and south, west and east, god it was such a ecstatic feeling!

a faint smirk graced his lips as he studied his dear, the veneer of his composure never faltering. "Business, you say?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. "And what kind of 'business' requires the taking of a life?" His gaze shifted to the dead woman on the ground.

you were like him!!! he was so happy!! imagine the dates you could have since you and him were alike!! he wonders if you'll kill for him too as he has for you, his dear spouse!!!

"The usual, now we've both caught each other doing this act of....sin haven't we?" you say warning reminding him oh his own crimes as you cautiously look at him for any reactions as you clutch your knife suspicious at his motive.

The gleam in his eyes intensified, acknowledging the truth in your statement. He let out a soft chuckle, a sinister sound that echoed through the alleyway. "so it seems we share a common bond, after all. you and I, the hunter's. It is a curious coincidence, indeed." Pausing briefly, he continued, "But our roles do not define us, my dear detective. Shall we exchange confessions, or shall we continue our separate journeys?" he asked with a smirk.

god you don't get it!! he's so nervous! he's itching to hold you! please say yes! he'll actually die and drag you with him if you say no!!

after a few moments of silence you break it with a simple, "Shall we have dinner at mine?" you ask as you tilt my head in curiosity of his response.

he raised an eyebrow at the unexpected invitation, but there was no denying the allure of its audacity. There was something about you that piqued his interest, a challenge he couldn't resist. "An intriguing proposition, detective," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "I accept, under one condition. We shall share our darkest secrets over dinner, and I believe that you have tales worth hearing." With slow steps he walked towards you.

you have no idea what you do to him, your so perfect...he cant believe he had forgotten the ring at home. he'll make it up though, perhaps a night together? Would you enjoy that?

he walks towards you not to startle you as you stay put and clutch the knife by your side, once he reaches you he gently takes the knife out of your hand and holds it by his side,a small gesture to make sure you wouldn't stab him or the woman anymore. Speaking of, he continues observes the woman below the two. he knows your not dumb enough to leave evidence due to your experience, so he leaves it at that.

you speak up continuing the eye contact as you admit, "I don't have much stories, i can assure you that. This is my other darkest secret. The art of killing is quite fascinating, no? The motives, blood, shrill, everything." you sigh out in relief.

Oh? Quite amusing, no?

as you spoke, he observed you closely, noting the dreamy quality in your voice. There was a certain thrill in her words, a shared understanding that surprised him. "The art of killing..." he mused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "It is indeed a fascinating dance, a deadly waltz between life and death. But it is not merely the violence that captivates me; it is the web of motivations that drive individuals to such extremes. Tell me, what fuels your passion for it?" He asked, genuinely interested in her answer. he himself personally knew that beneath the surface of any killer, layered a story untold.

"My story..? I apologize but i'm not that quite fascinating. i simply wanted to feel the thrill and joy, i suppose that's what makes us different. Now dear stranger, care to have dinner with me tonight?" you remind him of the pervious offer as you start to get slightly impatient at the questions.

he nodded, accepting the change in direction of the conversation. "Very well, detective. Your reasons for your actions may not be as elaborate as mine, but they are yours nonetheless." he paused for a moment, considering her proposal. "Yes, I accept your invitation. Tonight it is." A sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the anticipation of their meeting building within him. "Perhaps over dinner, we will uncover more about each other's motivations and the shadows that shape us." he says that more as a promise as the gaze in his eyes are tender yet filled with a look that makes you shiver...surprisingly.

you offer a hand for him, taking the offered hand, he felt the cool body temperature compared to his warmth.

His eyes flickered with surprise, but he hid it well. "You leave no trace, do you?" he remarked, his tone neutral. "a wise precaution, one that I respect." Turning to face you, he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, guiding her through the dimly lit alleyway. "Now, let us embark on this adventure you speak of. to uncover the shadows that shape us, we must first delve into the darkness that binds us."

his arm slides down her shoulder and instead their fingers entwined, the two walked side by side, an unlikely duo drawn together like magnets...

"your skin is so smooth, i'd gladly use it as a use for my future experiment, but for now i shall continue doing research." you note to him as you walk hand in hand to your apartment, a new unlikely bond forming.

he smiles as he stays quiet as he observes you take out your keys, unlock the said door to your apartment, and let him go in first, he does so as he steps in a couple of steps as he comments "Your home reflects your nature, detective. Cluttered yet organized, a testament to your duality."

you lock the door as you step in with him and guide him to the small table, oddly enough you had two chairs across from each other with a small round table in between.

he sits as you gesture for him to sit as his eyes simply watch you, never taking them off you or your figure...this is a dream come true for him, dear. you have no idea of all the nights he's thought about this, a fantasy now a reality.

you start by assuring him "I don't plan on having your head, rest assure my dear. I simply wish to enjoy the warmth of a dinner."

he gets even more ecstatic but doesn't let it show as his lips quirk into a small smile.

"Warmth, indeed. An appropriate word for the evening, don't you think?" he comments as he puts his cheek in his palm which is resting on the table as he tilts his head and continues smiling at you.

warmth, warmth?

in the small moments of chatting and such while you prepare dinner for two as he observes you continue talking about exchanged stories- tales of their past, their motivations, and the darkness that haunted them.

you set down the plates on his and your side as you sit in your chair and begin eating, silence overtakes the two as you continue enjoying the warmth of another person and the food which isn't as bad as the one's from the other days.

you start by saying "now when we first met, did you know the man you had killed my dear? He was planning on courting me the next day...but you had killed him" you say wiping your lips with a napkin to ensure you didn't look improper infront of your new guest.

his moments falter then he hides it with a smirk as his gaze locking onto you. "a twist of fate, then," he said quietly, setting down the fork for a moment to take a sip of the water. "Your intended suitor, replaced by an unexpected encounter with me. A interesting meeting that led us here, sharing a meal and confessions. Quite poetic, don't you think?" He resumed eating, his expression the same. "yet, I wonder, why did you not reciprocate his feelings towards you? Was there something about him that displeased you?"

he asked, curious about her feelings toward the man he had intentionally kiled yet he masks it up with curiosity wanting to know more about his dear,

"He simply...wouldn't approve of my ideals." you say as you shrug your shoulders as you put down your fork and admire the man across from you, the lighting right above the table highlighting his features, his eyes downwards as he focuses on eating, his face looking charming as ever, and him.

he meets your eyes as he then says "Ideals are a tricky thing, aren't they? They can either bring people together or tear them apart. And in this case, it seems like your ideals kept you from that fateful engagement." He pondered for a moment, then added, "Tell me more about these ideals, detective. What drives you to walk this dark path?" He wanted to understand you better, to unravel the threads that made you...you!!

As they continued their meal, the conversation flowed effortlessly, each revelation painting a clearer picture of his dear sitting across from him.

with questions unanswered from your side, you get up as you collect both your and his empty dishes as you walk to the sink and rinse the plates with water before putting soap on a sponge and getting to work.

he watched you move gracefully about the kitchen, a mix of admiration and amusement playing across his features. "You have a peculiar charm, detective. one cannot help but be drawn in by you." He mused, leaning back in his chair. "but I must ask, will you always be the hunter, or do you ever allow yourself to be hunted?" His question was gentle, yet persistent, encouraging you to reveal another factor about your life.

you decide to indulge in his charm as you answer "i can be anything you want, my dear," you say as you continue scrubbing the dishes not bothering to turn back and look at him as you continue your work.

his eyes never move off your figure as he starts by saying "perhaps...there is more to discover within each other than just our dark interests, dearest."

He stood up, crossing the room to stand behind her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he whispered softly into her ear, "And what of your fantasies, detective? Do share them with me, and I promise to fulfill them." His breath tickled her neck, a gentle reminder of his presence. The tension in the air thickened, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

you simply cherish his warmth compared to your coldness as you hum a tone enjoying the temporary- no forever moments between you two.

after a short while you say "our night that day i suppose was a fateful night, no?" you say moving for a bit turning off the faucet and then setting the plates. Afterword's, drying your hands then meeting his body against yours as you put your arms around his neck with a playful smirk.

he returned her smile, his own smirk matching her playfulness. "Yes, indeed, a fateful night-" he agreed yet interrupting himself, leaning in instead to brush a soft kiss against her lips. the kiss was a small one, simply enjoying the softness against lips as you seal an invisible oath.

he continues on "-One that will echo through our dreams and shape our reality. Your hands are clean now, but I fear, my dear detective, I may never wash off the stains of our shared past." He pulled her close, as if that was even possible as he and you enjoy the tenderness as his hand cups your cheek.

"in what way my dear? we have such a bond...our fondness could increase more, it'd be a shame if it went to waste." you say as you nuzzle closer to his hand on your cheek.

" I am merely a shadow, a whisper in the wind that brings forth change," he then plants a soft kiss at the softness of your neck below you jaw as he continues, "but for you? my dear, call me whatever you wish for tonight, i am yours just as if you are mine."

Their embrace lingered, filled with unspoken promises and desires. The air between them crackled with anticipation, a silent agreement to explore the boundaries of themselves to the fullest for eternity.

"care to spend the night, dear?" you ask, a simple question yet very obvious intentions.

knowing the answer yet he considered your invitation, his eyes never leaving yours. "I accept, under one condition: You allow me to learn everything about you, and share with me your deepest secrets." He whispered, his tone low and seductive. "only then can we truly merge our shadows, becoming one in the dance of darkness." His fingers tightened subtly, pulling her closer still despite the closeness.

"Then afterwords...do we forget about everything we had tonight? Or maybe...are you thinking of something else dear?" You ask hopefully as you push a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Such forgetfulness does have its merits, but it would be foolish to discard the memories we create. Instead, let's keep them locked away in our hearts, to be revisited only for us." He leaned in, brushing his lips with yours as he continues holding your cheek tenderly.

This was more than mere attraction; it was a bond born of shared darkness and mutual understanding. He knew that this encounter would leave an indelible mark on them both, and he welcomed it. Their passion grew, fueled by secrets and desires, until they succumbed to the pull of the night, surrendering to the whims of fate and their own twisted dreams.

OMG YOU GUYS THIS IS ACC NOT BAD??!!! WOW IM BACK U GUYSS <3333

[ohbo-ohno]

Im fully aware that shock collar was sososo long ago but like surely a little more post accident angst?

Imagine readers first minor screw up after that like something like being just a little sarcastic comment under their breath or like something like that and they just freeze and close their eyes because what other fear response do they have left the collar ruined flight and ghoap collectively took away fight from all their physically restraining her.

So they just freeze and their shoulders come up to their neck and they just wait. Because they KNOW ghoaps punishment is coming and now they just want it to be over asap.

Ghoap would be so sad :( like after she's sarcastic theyll be like "finally shes back to normal teasing self" and then no turns out shes not :( soap probably gets so upset like he feels helpless and ghost logically knows that this is a step in the right direction but like why did he have to forget to turn it off :(

Also can i have an emoji?? 🐊🐊🐊 if its not taken!!

shock collar stuff: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

yeahhhh i really enjoyed the angst of the shock collar asks. it's one of the only times i think ghost would feel guilty - he fully fucked up, told you the rules and lied. that's entirely on him, it's his mistake, and it's solely his, yk?

i think it's also a good opportunity to drive a genuine wedge between soap and ghost. they're so intertwined that pretty much anything else wouldn't get between them. any attempt you make they would just notice and ignore

but if you didn't do it intentionally? like the shock collar stuff - that's a total mistake on simon's part that's resulted in a total and complete lack of trust, and soap would absolutely be mad about it

anyways i don't have much to say about this little corner of DLMLYH that i haven't already, but if i had ever had the energy for a third chapter the conflict would've been something like this

[yawnderu]

js wanted to say that your dbf!Keegan work is making me SOSOSO FERRALLLL, I love.

clearly very normal ab this man wym??

NO BC I THINK ABOUT THIS DAILY NFEHJEFBJH

DBF!Keegan is such an annoying, clingy, childish man. This man makes me go actually insane. He'd feel so guilty about liking his best friend's daughter but you're just so damn cute?? And so so sweet to him?? I'm giving this man a child.

Just thinking about sleeping on his USMC oversized shirt that smells like him when he's deployed, and him offering to sleep in a few of his shirts and give them to you because he knows how much his absence affects you.

He's trying his best, really, he is, and he knows that no matter how much he loves you, he has a duty to his country and people depending on him, so he always makes sure to give you a nice time when he's back. The first thing he always does is go to your father's house, often passing out in your bed in full gear, simply because it's comfortable and it smells better than his. Yeah, it's annoying being woken up by this heavy ass man with muddy, dirty clothes, but you missed him way too much to be upset about it for long. Yeah he reeks but he's comfortable to cuddle with HBJEFJHBEFJHB

Just imagine forcing this man to take a shower AS SOON as he's done napping and him refusing to do it and putting his stinky ass armpit right on your face I hate him HJBFEBHJFEJBHKFE he'd have the most annoying and smug smirk while you pretend to pass out because of the smell efhjbfebhj

You're HIS princess, this man would absolutely spoil you like one, always buying you anything you want yet still calling you a brat as if he's not a whole ass enabler?? God I love this annoying bald man

Thank u @moosch for sending me this cuz I keep thinking about his big ass forehead he's so medium ugly fine BHJEFBHJEFHJBKEFKHBJEF