#you can believe she’s straight if you want to

[hanasnx]

"IF YOU WANT MORE LOVE, WHY DON'T YOU SAY SO?" — anakin skywalker.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: dedicated to my moot ro @dosiido bcos if she hadnt written that little toji blurb i prolly never wouldve tried writing a little smthn tn. WARNINGS: fem reader | sexual content | size difference + kink | lashing reference | a little ass pat | references to vaginal fingering | p in v | overstimulation mention | fluffy and loving.

6'7!ANAKIN SKYWALKER makes the very ground shake. Vibrations reverberate throughout the floor when he storms through, warning you of his impending presence. His sheer mass cannot be explained, only experienced firsthand. As if reactivating any residual prey instincts sewn deep into your DNA from ancient times, you shy in his atmosphere as he takes up the room with not only his muscled body but his overarching personality. It's strong, potent. Arguments with him are impossible when he can intimidate you with a glance. His permanent scowl etched into his eyebrows make sure of that.

"What?" he asks, and anyone but you would mistake it for irritability, when instead he is concerned. His feathery voice soothes your ears, and you gulp as he searches your body language for signs of fatigue or discomfort.

Caught, heat rises to your cheeks and you avert your gaze. "Nothing." you respond promptly, a twinge of fear that his impatience will earn you some form of lashing. Not that you'd mind. You're hot and bothered standing next to him, and he looks down at you like you're a child to be taken care of or taught.

"You're staring again." he audibly observes, and traces of exasperation are heard within his tone. You chew your lip, punctually swallowing your rebuttal that he has the worst staring problem of anyone you've ever met, constantly observing you as if you're an animal to be studied through experiments he himself design. In a way, you are. Tested through various sorts of stimulation that he calculates, you might as well be his personal pet project. Being stared at by Anakin is an expectation of yours, and a right that he believes to own. Once it's clear you're lost in thought—or won't respond—he leads you away with a large hand grazing the small of your back. The tingles of his contact shoot straight up to glitter in your brain as pleasurable frission, so desperate for his attention that the slightest bit of it sends you into an embarrassing tizzy. "What's gotten into you?" he speaks under his breath, and you're sure a scold is on its way. You fight the disappointment that creeps up when his hand drops from your back, but returns just as swiftly when he tucks you into the atmosphere of his side, corralling you into the privacy of a dark corner.

You can't bring yourself to say anything, hopelessly peering up at him with big eyes to which he gets lost in. Batting your lashes, a tug appears at the corner of his lips as he watches your hands clasp behind your back in an innocent manner, twirling side to side as your chest sticks out from your positioning. As if he can understand your secret language, he sighs, and glances over his shoulder to check for eavesdroppers. One signal in a tilt of his head, and you giddily follow his directions as the flat ends of his fingers give your ass an encouraging pat when you pass him.

You hadn't anticipated that when he was herding you towards seclusion with his massive body behind yours—gently urging you forward with his body heat and curling his frame around you to check the cute expression on your face—that you'd end up tangled up in him again. He hadn't anticipated it either, fully intended to get you off with two thick fingers coaxing a release out of you so you'll stop ogling him like a lost puppy. Instead, you were too good to resist. Poor pussy pulsing around his knuckles, begging for something better had him undoing his pants to bury himself within you.

Grateful, you clutch onto his clothes, bunching it all up in your little hands as you gasp for air over his hulking shoulder. Folded up over yourself like a malleable doll he's molded to his whims, you feel infinitely smaller than before underneath him. Even his head next to yours dwarfs yours, his face longer, wider, more chiseled than your round and soft cheeks. You feel his gentle lips kissing onto one as he begs you to loosen up with shallow ruts into your cunt.

"Why didn't you just say so?" he questions husky and hot in your ear. You shiver, your hole spasming around him, still recovering from the overstimulation of orgasms he pulled before this. "Do I have to read your mind?"

Tears prick the corners of your eyes from how hard you squeeze them shut, willing yourself to nod as he carves out a space for his long cock inside you, able to bottom out. A long groan resounds from low in his throat as he soaks the fit it in.

A moment is spent in content silence as you bite hard into your lower lip. A clumsy thumb wedges in between you two, stroking at your prickling clit. A thankful wetness wells up within you. "Next time I'll make you use those pretty words, my love. For now, let me take care of you."

[lydiimae]

Beneath The Surface

MDI 18+ !

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton/f! Reader

Warnings: PWP, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, spanking (f receiving), semi-public touching(?), heavy praise, innocent reader, virgin reader, jealous Benedict, sub and dom dynamic.

Wordcount: 3k

A.N: Hello my loves. This is a little smut based on a request that you can find here. This is my first time dabbling in the hardcore (not even really that, just spanking LMFAO) world so I hope I did it all right. Thank you for your request anon, I hope you enjoy ^-^! Also, I am in the midst of writing a loooong Anthony fic that will be coming out either this weekend or sometime next week! LOVE YOU <3 P.S. Would you all like a Colin fanfic? I am thinking about writing for him but I just don't know where to start T-T

He adjusts his cravat from across the ball, watching you interact with what has to be the fifth man tonight, from his brother's side. Jealousy for Benedict is different than it is for his brothers. He finds it easier to deal with by shoving it down and releasing it down the line, usually in a painting, too many glasses of brandy, or even a fencing match with his brothers.

He likes to think he does a good job of hiding it too, but everyone around him knows better. Anthony watches from beside him as his jaw ticks, his eyes moving down to his younger brother's clenched fists. "You might go and speak to her, brother. She is your intended." He sighs, looking out over the ball. Benedict scoffs. "And cause a scene? No, thank you." He mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

Anthony groans, looking over at him. "She is your fiance, Benedict. It is not like when you were courting, you are allowed to be with her." He mutters. "What gives you the impression I even wish to go over there at all?" He returns with a raised eyebrow, at which Anthony snorts. "You are the very definition of a jealous man, brother. You do not hide it as well as you believe you do." He says, patting his cheek and giving him a snarky smile before joining in conversation with his own wife.

Benedict groans and runs a gloved hand through his hair, clenching his jaw as he thinks. He knows his brother is right, there is nothing untoward about pulling his intended to his side and hogging her for the rest of the night, but that is not the problem. The problem is that he not only wants to pull you to his side, he wants to pull you to his side and rip that dress off. Mark your skin with angry red marks that will not fade for weeks, spank you over his knee for even looking in another's direction. That is his problem.

The more he thinks, the more he can feel himself getting hot, and before long he lets his legs lead the rest of his body straight over to you. He grabs your arm without a second thought, pulling you to his side as he leads you straight past his family and out the door, ignoring a smirking Anthony and a laughing Colin.

"Benedict!" You squeal as he drags you along, your gloved hand grasped tightly with his own. He tugs you along faster in response, his jaw set. "Benedict!" You exclaim once more, finally freeing your wrist and coming to a halt. He practically growls, his hands coming around your waist so he can tug you into a small alcove. "You have absolutely no idea how insane you make me." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

A strange heat settles in your tummy, spreading to that place between your legs. The feeling first appeared when you met him and grew when he danced with you. Your thighs get all sticky and wet, your breasts tingle and heave as your breathing gets harsher, and your mind goes blank. It's a strange feeling, yes, but not unwelcome.

He grins when he sees the effect he has on you. "Look at you, Y/n. So hot that that gorgeous mind of yours cannot think of anything but me." He murmurs, almost mockingly. "I don't...." You begin, but quickly trail off when his lips meet the sensitive skin on your neck. "Benedict!" You gasp, your hands moving to the fabric of his jacket. You squeeze so tight your knuckles turn white. "We mustn't, not here." You whisper without much conviction.

He swats your bottom harshly and you gasp, closing your eyes on instinct. "I have been nothing but a gentleman and you reward me by talking to other men the whole night?" He growls, biting down on the skin of your collarbone. "Benedict I was not-" But you are cut off with another light swat to your thigh. "You most certainly were." He mutters, moving his hands to your hips and bringing you close.

"I do not like to see you with others, Y/n." He whispers, sounding almost soft now, perhaps even insecure. The change sends your mind into a flurry. "You are mine. Mine to love, mine to wed, mine to keep." He murmurs before pressing his lips to yours. Your hands come to his shoulders as your eyes flutter shut, squeezing them softly as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip. You part your lips on instinct and his tongue meets yours.

You sigh when he parts, dipping your head down so your forehead can rest upon his shoulder. "I have not..." You trail off and one of his hands comes to your back, his fingers tracing up and down the notches of your spine. "I know." He murmurs, running kisses up your neck and making sure to leave marks in the process. The feeling makes the wetness between your legs grow. "I am going to spend the entire night teaching you." He whispers into your ear.

You whine when he bites down on the skin just below it. "I shall spank your bottom until you are nothing but a mindless harlot, begging for whatever I wish to give you." He whispers, running his tongue down your neck as your head rolls back at his filthy words. "I shall show you how it feels to be worshipped here," He runs his hand over your breasts, making you gasp. "and here..." He whispers, smearing his hand down over your stomach until it rests right above your weeping cunt.

You gasp, meeting his eyes. "Benedict." You whisper, suddenly overwhelmed. He moves his hands back to your waist, squeezing comfortingly before pressing a kiss just above your brow. "I shall not do anything you do not give me the power to do." He murmurs and you nod. "We shall go to my townhouse, hm?" He murmurs, waiting for another nod which you give him almost instantly. With a quick kiss on your lips, he grabs your hand and leads you to his carriage.

The carriage ride to his bachelor's lodgings is filled with open-mouthed kisses and whispered words. When you get to his townhouse he lifts you up into his arms and walks straight in without paying any mind to the driver. He carries you all the way up into the master bedroom where he puts you on the ground.

He walks to the bed, taking off his cravat, and sitting down. His smoldering look makes you shy, your hands playing with the loose fingers of your gloves as your eyes move to the floor. "Look at me." He demands, making your eyes flick up to his immediately. He removes his jacket and waistcoat before running a hand through his hair, everything about him making your body tingle.

He grins when your cheeks turn that delightful shade of pink he has come to adore. "Take off your dress, my girl." He murmurs and your eyes go wide. "Benedict we-" You start. "We are going to do something I have waited months to do. Take off your dress." He interrupts, raising an eyebrow. You bite your bottom lip and nod slowly, undoing the ribbons under your armpits. As soon as you are done the silky fabric lands in a heap around your ankles and you are left in your chemise and stays, your cheeks bright red.

He groans, the front of his trousers tightening. He slowly unbuttons his shirt and motions for you to come closer. You walk to him and he pulls you in between his legs with his hands on your hips. He presses a kiss to your stomach, grinning when the action draws a small giggle. He slowly moves his hands to the laces of your stays, looking up into your eyes for permission. You nod and his fingers undo them with remarkable speed.

He takes off all of your undergarments, the cool air making your nipples pebble. He sighs, pressing another kiss right above your hip before leaning back. "Tell me something, have you ever touched yourself here?" He whispers, his fingers ghosting your inner thighs. You suppress a whine and shake your head, letting out a sigh when his hands move up to your breasts. He cups both of them and groans at the noise that escapes you. "What about these? Have you ever touched yourself here?" He murmurs, swiping his thumbs over your nipples.

You whine, your hips bucking on their own. "No." You breathe and he smiles, smearing his hands all the way back down to your hips. "Spread your legs." He murmurs. "I am going to teach you." He explains when you show even a hint of anxiety. You nod slowly and shuffle on the floor so that your legs are spread just a bit. "Good girl." He praises with a kiss to your naval, slowly moving his fingers up your inner thighs. You gasp when two of his long fingers swipe through your folds, biting your bottom lip to keep from making any more noise.

"Fuck you are soaked, angel." He murmurs in a way that makes you believe it must be a good thing. "This," He taps your cunt, making you whine, "is your cunt, Y/n. A beautiful, ripe, wet, garden just waiting to be planted." He sighs, pressing a kiss to your pelvis. The action makes your hips twitch. His fingers move up a bit higher and press to a place that makes white-hot pleasure shoot through every nerve of your body. You cannot help but cry out, your head shooting back.

He chuckles, a deep sound that makes your stomach erupt with butterflies. "That, my gorgeous girl, is your clit. It feels nice when it's touched, does it not?" He hums, moving his fingers around in a teasingly slow circle. "So... so so good." You babble, unsure of how you were able to even form words with how foggy your mind feels. "That is too bad." He hums, taking his fingers away. You whine, your head moving forward so you can look at him. "But Benedict, it felt so good. You cannot just-" You cry out when his hand meets the soft flesh of your bare rear, the feeling much different than when he spanked you before.

"I most certainly can." He growls. "Touching that place is a reward, and you have done nothing that deserves rewarding tonight." He mutters. You would be scared at his tone if you didn't see the love in his eyes, something that makes you want to submit to his every desire. "Come. Bend over my knees." He hums, patting the back of your thigh. "Yes sir." You whisper without thinking about it. He groans when you bend over, dipping down so he can whisper in your ear. "Never stop calling me that." He whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You smile to yourself as he leans back, his hand ghosting down over your spine before it rests on your left buttock. "You shall only need to pat my leg once for me to stop, twice for me to go on, and a third for apprehension, hm?" He murmurs and you pat his leg twice, making him grin. "Good girl, Y/n." He murmurs as he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. "I am thinking a good ten slaps will be enough for you to learn your lesson for now, hm?" He asks, running his lips down your back. "Yes sir." You whisper, closing your eyes tight.

His lips leave your back and you feel his hand come to your buttock, giving it a squeeze. It has a calming effect until it disappears and the warmth is replaced with two harsh slaps to your bottom, making you cry out and grip his pant leg. "Ben-Benedict..." You whine, and he hums. "Too much." You mumble, squirming on his lap. "You know what to do if it's too much, sweet girl." He murmurs and you pout, making sure not to pat his leg on accident. There is something so divine about the pain and pleasure mixing in your body.

"Good girl." He whispers before giving you two more slaps on the rear, his hands kneading the flesh to prolong the sting. Your legs spread a bit on instinct, wanting more of whatever he will give you. "Please." You mumble, to which he only spanks you again. "Such a harlot, getting so soaked from a spanking." He growls, and you buck your hips. You cry out when he spanks you twice more, harder this time. "Naughty girl. Do not move." He mutters and you nod.

The last three spanks are quick as if he is growing restless. He lifts you up so you are sitting on top of his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest. He groans at the look on your face, your lips parted and damp, your cheeks flushed, your eyes glazed over. So lustful, and yet so entirely innocent. "Such a good girl, Y/n." He murmurs, pressing kisses down your neck. You hum, a lazy smile on your face as your hips move back and forth against his clothed thigh.

"Look at you, riding my thigh without even having to be told." He chuckles, curling his fingers around your chin and stealing a kiss. "Should I teach you more, my sweet?" He hums, grinning at your eager nod. He lets your head fall onto his shoulder as one of his hands rests on the small of your back, the other making its way between your legs once more. He circles your clit slowly, making you moan. "I am going to get you ready for me, how does that sound? Do you want my cock, pretty girl?" He murmurs.

He grins at the confusion that washes over your face, his hand that was resting on your back coming to one of yours. He leads your hand down between his legs and presses it against his clothed cock. He groans when your hand flexes, his fingers on your cunt halting. "That is my cock, my love. You are going to take it inside. Right here." He whispers, moving his fingers to your entrance and pushing one of them in. You cry out at the sudden invasion, patting three times on his arm.

He presses his forehead against yours, letting you get used to the feeling of his finger inside. "You are doing so good, Y/n. Taking my fingers so well. Such a good girl." He praises, peppering your face with kisses. You hum after a moment, nuzzling his neck and patting his arm once. "Good girl." He whispers, beginning to thrust his finger. He adds another when he feels you are ready and you whine, pushing your hips back onto his fingers with every thrust.

He groans. "You know just what to do, don't you pretty girl?" He murmurs and you nod dumbly, unable to think about anything but the feeling of his fingers. "Ben I feel... strange." You pant, a strange tightness in your lower belly. "It's okay, love. Just let yourself feel. You're going to come, darling." He murmurs, speeding up his movements. You are a moaning mess when the string in your body snaps, making you see stars. You slump against him.

"Good girl, coming all over my fingers." He whispers, pulling them out of you before sucking off your wetness. The sight makes your body heat up. "Are you ready for my cock now, sweet girl?" He hums, lifting you up and laying you back on the bed. You nod and your legs spread wide automatically, drunk on his praise. He groans lewdly at the sight, unbuttoning his trousers to free himself.

He runs his cock through your folds, making you both groan. Your hands come to his shoulders, your nails leaving little crescents indented into his skin. He grins and presses his forehead to yours before pushing into your cunt. You cry out loudly when he bottoms out inside of you, his hands coming to your hips. He stalls, letting you get used to the stretch and the feeling of being filled.

You pat his arm once after a few minutes, whining when he starts to rock his hips at a hauntingly slow pace. The feeling is so foreign but so welcome. He speeds up, the sound of his thighs meeting your bum filling the room. Sweat rolls down his neck and splashes against your collarbone as he sets a punishingly fast pace, leaning his head back as he groans. Your nails rake down his back, leaving angry red lines against his soft skin.

"Say you're sorry for talking to that git." He groans, his hand coming to your hair and pulling softly. You moan and turn your head to the side. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sir." You babble and he grins, his hand smearing down your torso until his fingers find your clit. He rubs harshly, making you cry out and clench around his cock, the tightening in your tummy returning. "Jesus Christ you are perfect, Y/n." He moans, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. "Mine." He growls, biting down on the flesh there.

That is how you come, your entire body coming alive as you cry out. You see stars, the only thing anchoring you being the sweet praises he begins to whisper into your ear. He pulls out and comes on your tummy, flipping on his back as he lays down next to you. After a moment, you turn and cuddle into him, his arms coming around you and pulling you close. "How was that, darling?" He whispers, pressing kisses to the top of your head. "Wonderful." You sigh dreamily, making him laugh.

"Good. It was wonderful for me too." He hums, running his hand up and down your back. "I love you." He murmurs as he picks you up. "Mmm. Where are we going?" You whisper, nuzzling his neck. "To bathe, darling." He whispers, walking into the bathroom. You grin and press a kiss on his cheek. "I love you too." You whisper and he smiles. The rest of the night is spent in his embrace, the warm bath being just what you need to fall asleep.

You decide that you like it when Benedict is jealous. Very, very much.

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

Part 11 Trolls Headcanons/ Theories/ Thoughts/ Ideas

I know what I said but I thought of some more okay. 💕

Branch - all those times that Branch thought the Bergens were coming? It was actually Creek harshly pranking Branch to make him look like a fool.

Poppy - would have many pillows and plushies on her bed.

Bruce - has the world's best hangover cure but it's a secret.

Bruce - there have been times when he has muddled up his kids names and he hates himself every time.

John Dory - claims to be holding back grey hairs with sheer will power

John Dory - believes in love at first sight, just not for himself.

John Dory - will wrestle and roughhouse to bond with people.

John Dory - if there was a couple sitting on a couch, JD will sit between them and not even realize what he did!

Floyd - has tried on dresses and corsets before. Prefers overskirts.

Floyd - in a desperate attempt to try and forget V&V, Floyd nearly shaved his head.

Floyd - he actually wrote all of those songs for Velvet and Veneer!

Clay - tells John Dory that some appliances are voice activated when they aren't. Will watch JD yell at the coffee maker. 😈

Clay - gets random nosebleeds.

Clay - is writing an autobiography. It will not be kind.

Clay - can read Latin.

Clay - overachiever. Was good at academics and sports in highschool.

Clay - a gambler, can count cards, good poker face and good at reading people's 'tells'.

Viva - rubs it into Clay's face that the ONE time he leaves is when Bergens show up. Uses it as leverage for the most petty of things. "Oh you want the last cupcake? Remember that time you left and Bergens came?" She's not even mad about it she just wanted the cupcake.

Viva - has made a list of all the things she's wanted to experience with Poppy. Makeup, planning parties, dealing with heartbreaks etc. they may not be the first times they've both done these things, but their excited to try them together. 😊

Brandy - after watching Bruce, she now puts little things in her hair. Nothing huge, maybe a pen and a food order pad, a snack and bandaids for the kids. Depends on the day.

Yodelers - Hickory and Dickory had a brother named Dock. He was the one that was rumoured to be crushed by an avalanche. He was the one to hunt down John Dory when everyone thought he was the last Pop Troll. While chasing him down a cliff side, he swung an ice pick straight through John Dory's left hand.

Putt-Putt Trolls - that coordinated attack to capture Bridget and Grissle? Clay was the one who planned and trained them.

World Tour - I think Creek moved in with the Rock Trolls and told them everything about Pop Village. (I mean how did Barb know where to send Debbie?)

Trolls - have their own version of godparents. Museparents.

Trolls - Can you imagine how many shades of foundation a Troll makeup store has to stock?! I mean, they probably don't need foundation but could you imagine?!

[arainywriter]

imagine you are cassandra/the nightmare king. you're living sort of in a half-state between the form that was given to you by your favorite (and one of the only) believer and the form you had to take when people tried to destroy your name. you're summoned by a conjuration wizard who wants you to keep out your believer and her friends from entering elmville. only half of you wants to achieve that.

suddenly, like a beacon of hope coming through darkness, you feel a surge of love, of belief. it feels every bit like how your cleric, your favorite, your chosen felt about you when she first changed you. for a moment, you win the battle against your other self, and you rise out ready to help in any way you can...

only to see the straight british (possibly pregnant) version of your chosen saying "blimey. i don't think you heard me. i said, blimey."

[skania]

AquaKane & OnK 148

Ohhhhh boy. I thought we would have to wait until July to get back to Aqua and Akane, so this chapter blindsided me lol

I know that the most on-the-nose reading of this chapter is that Aka is preparing to pull the classic romcom trope where the love interest gives up on the MC only so the rest of the cast can reassure her that she is the one who makes the MC happy, etc. etc. Considering that this is happening two chapters after Aqua told Kana that he has fun with her, it's like Aka is leading us all to believe that's where it's going. It's all very tropey and in-your-face and perfectly on brand with the way Aka has always written that particular ship.

So instead of talking about the obvious, I'd like to indulge my hopes for good writing and discuss the possibility of Aka actually subverting those tropes by playing this straight, regardless of how likely or unlikely it may be. Because if he does, then all of the stuff I've always loved about Aqua and Akane may just end up meaning something.

This is the possibility I'm rooting for against all odds after all, so I figure that I may as well go down throwing my ship the hurrahs it deserves while I can still do so lol

So buckle up because this is going to be long!

This chapter is a wild ride because it touches upon a lot of different things at once.

First, Aqua supposedly didn't want to be involved with Akane any longer in order to keep her safe.

However, when Akane announced that she would stop his plans — in other words, that she would stay involved in his life — Aqua looked giddy.

Look at him. When Aka allows him to actually emote and be an actual character, Aqua can be so funny!

True to form, in this chapter we see Akane come up to him and Aqua just... welcome her. In fact, he even asks her if she feels awkward around him. Instead of acting like they never dated (which is exactly what Akane has been doing, mind you), he himself brings their former relationship to the forefront.

There's a pause splitting his question in two, meaning that this is something Aqua hesitates to ask. Almost like he is scared of the reply. Or like he may be feeling a little awkward himself.

Which is no surprise, because that is how Aka himself presents their current era. Akane isn't just Akane and she isn't just a friend; she is Aqua's ex girlfriend, a title that never fails to bring attention to the fact that they used to be romantically involved.

From colleagues, to a fake couple, to partners, to a real couple and now they're in their Exes era. I've been waiting for Aka to explore all the tension and complexity that should bring, but he's been kind of busy off-paneling most things Aqua. Alas!

When I commented on Chapter 131, I mentioned that (to me) it feels like after Chapter 116, Akane found something to focus on. She isn't thinking about her relationship with Aqua, the only thing she has in mind is Aqua. Keeping him safe, helping him achieve happiness.

Even here during this chapter, she goes to him to ease his loneliness and remind him that he has people worth living for and that he deserves to be happy, but... nothing she says includes her. It's all about Aqua and the others, the others and Aqua.

I don't think it's a coincidence that Akane walks away from him with her eyes closed. Her mind is consumed with thoughts about wanting Aqua to be happy, and so she doesn't even notice the way he turns to look at her retreating back.

Until Kana shines her proverbial light on her, making Akane open her eyes.

The way the chapter is structured, it's like Kana is there to give Akane the answer — the missing piece to solve the Aqua Happiness Conundrum™ that Akane is so focused on. It's easy to think that the answer is predictably Kana herself, but since I'm here for Aqua and Akane, I'd like to believe the answer can be just as Kana says.

After all, who is prominently featured in what Aqua considers to be his happy days?

Kana's words are abrupt, yes, but the silver lining is that they reflect what Aqua himself has already told us.

Akane is front and center in what Aqua has come to know as happiness.

One may wonder: How TF does Kana know that though?? And it's a fair question that I'll talk about in a little bit, but maybe what matters most is that she knows it at all.

In a way, it feels almost like meta commentary. Like the story has finally reached the point where Aka can afford to go back to Aqua and Akane, and so he is getting ready to reap all the seeds he sowed during the previous arcs fingers crossed.

And this is the very first one of those seeds: Aqua was happy with Akane, but Akane never let herself think that she played an instrumental part in his happiness. She seems to think that it was just being freed from his revenge.

I'd even argue this right here was the true reason of their downfall. It wasn't Aqua finding out about the loophole and Akane not coming clean, it was the reason why she didn't come clean.

Aqua's happiness mattered so much to her that Akane failed to consider that risking her life for him was the last thing Aqua wanted.

So when I read the leaks and Kana's comment, my kneejerk reaction was to think Finally! because this could be setting in motion something I've been waiting for all along.

For Aqua and Akane to revisit their dynamic, their relationship, and come clean about what they mean to each other — wherever that may lead them.

Now, going back to Kana and that earlier question of how does she know? Perhaps she saw something we haven't been privy to (in classic Aka fashion). Or maybe it's as simple as Kana finally realizing that Aqua is deeply unwell, and knowing that the last time she saw him happy was back when he was dating Akane.

Considering the information Kana has and — especially — all the information she lacks, it's not far-fetched for her to come to the conclusion that Aqua's state is partly to blame on his break-up with Akane.

Once again, it would be easy for Aka to say that Kana got it wrong because she doesn't know anything about Aqua's revenge. But wouldn't it be ironic if Kana's lack of insight into that particular side of Aqua is what allows her to see something so simple that the very parties involved are missing it?

Regardless of the road she took to get there, I'd like to think the manga has given us enough reasons to believe Kana is not quite wrong.

After all, Aqua didn't get his black stars when he found out that his father was alive. It wasn't finding out about his father's identity that did it, either.

It was turning his back on Akane and on the naive thoughts of being happy in order to walk down the Revenge Road, on a chapter aptly titled "Going Astray", that gave Aqua his two black stars.

If that was the chapter where Aqua stepped away from the "correct path", so to speak, then it stands to reason to believe that Akane may be front and center in the path Aqua is meant to take.

Coincidentally, this was the last interaction Aqua and Akane were allowed to have before this chapter.

Another thing I find very important in c148 is the way Kana words her realization. Kana isn't telling all of this to Akane as an observer. She's saying it as someone who likes Aqua romantically.

This is in contrast to Akane and Aqua, who are two hot messes when it comes to identifying the nature of their own feelings.

Throughout the entire manga, we've never seen Akane put a label on the way she feels about Aqua. We've seen her realize why she feels the way she does, but we haven't seen her say what she feels, even though Aqua himself has questioned it.

Closest we got was this, and they broke up a chapter later.

Aqua has unexpectedly been more open than Akane in that regard, but... once again, they broke up literally one chapter after Aqua was at his most candid.

And considering everything that happened before and after that, I'm not sure if Akane actually got the message.

But before I get to that, there is an important difference in the way Akane was thinking of Aqua's happiness back then and the way she's thinking about it now.

Chapter 97 was even titled Together. Akane wanted to make Aqua happy, yes, and she also wanted to be together with him always. Just like Aqua wanted them to, according to his own admission: "I don't want to let go of these days... when you're by my side."

But all of that is missing in this most recent chapter. She no longer includes herself as part of the equation at all.

It truly feels like Akane is back to completely underestimating how much she means to Aqua.

Back when Aqua told her this:

Akane reacted like this:

And what is her reaction to Kana's words this chapter?

Every single time, Akane is taken aback by the thought of meaning more to Aqua than she thinks. Every. Single. Time.

This is sad and a little frustrating, but it's far from surprising. After all, this is how Akane has always interpreted their relationship:

As far as Akane is concerned, their relationship was a lie that was turning into truth little by little. She never dared to hope that he loved her back; hell, she even thought that he was attracted to Kana and wondered why he decided to date her instead.

To make matters worse, in Chapter 98, Aqua deliberately set the stage so that Akane's trust in him — the very basis of their relationship — would be broken.

So while Akane realizes that Aqua doesn't want to use her, she may have explained that away as Aqua being his kind self rather than as Aqua harboring any kind of special feelings towards her.

Regardless of how she interpreted his actions though, it seems likely that Akane thinks that she failed him.

She couldn't save him as his girlfriend and Aqua told her he would have nothing to do with her anymore, and so Akane is now trying to save him as something else entirely. Not even as a friend, because she hardly interacts with him at all.

She's trying to save him while staying away just like he wanted her to. While only stepping in when she deems it appropriate and/or necessary.

But is that really and truly what Aqua wants?

Most importantly, is that what Aqua needs?

This chapter suggests that may not be the case, and the rest of the manga agrees. Staying away is not how Akane saved Aqua little by little. This is how she did it:

That's why the way Kana worded her realization is important. It isn't only that Kana — the very girl Akane thought Aqua was attracted to — is bringing romance to the forefront and thus setting the stage for the nature of Akane's (and Aqua's) feelings to be finally cleared up.

It's also that Kana is showing Akane that it's possible to own her feelings while being selfless about his happiness.

After all, the ball right now is in Akane's court. In the state he is now, Aqua would never ever allow himself to chase his own happiness. Even when he thought he was free to do so, he felt that Akane deserved better than to be held back by him.

So all in all, it's like with this chapter alone Aka has laid the groundwork to address all the AquaKane elephants in the room. Just in time for the very season that will be showing AquaKane in all its glory to all the anime-only watchers, at that.

In each of the last arcs, Aqua has reconciled with someone important to him. Kana and Ruby are fully back in his life now, yet he isn't doing any better. Maybe it's finally Akane's turn to try again.

So yes, Kana's change of heart is so abrupt that it may be a red herring leading to a very predictable end.

But since I've made it this far, I may as well keep hoping for the opposite to be true: maybe, just maybe, Aka is planning to tie all of this together and lead it to a satisfying conclusion. I can only hope that is the case, because it's where I feel that the writing is at its best.

Besides, if "giving up on Aqua" and "turning his black star white" are so-called "winning flags", well... Akane did both of those first 😂

[jwillbiteyourfingersoff]

Ch.1 : Meet Cute

Norm Maclean loves his sister, and after Betty finds out about his discovery in vault 31, he is forced out into the wastelands to "find her"

Norm Maclean/Gn!Surface!Reader

Another day in an unloving wasteland, in an unloving life, and undignified exile. Getting adopted then expelled from the brotherhood of steel in 6 months had to be some kind of laughable record. Stalking through the desolate stretches of sand and broken down buildings put a hamper on my mood, but sitting alone in one of said buildings and finding some rations and a place to rest let my sour mood settle for a while. Taking the goggles from my eyes and laying them besides the palette, hand still on my hostler, I closed my eyes for a possible 30 minutes of sweet escape from the world surrounding me.

This slumber, of course, was interrupted by the sounds of approaching feet. An eye shoots open, the hand still resting lightly on my pistol tightens, readying to shoot an angry cannibal (or maybe a ghoul?) straight between the eyes. “Fuck off unless you want your brains as some fresh paint for these walls.” I bark, pointing my pistol at the entrance of the half destroyed structure. The footsteps stop, and a small noise seems to come from the entrance. I walk closer, pistol still aimed and ready, trying to sneak a peek outside the slanted door. I see someone dressed in all blue, yellow accents curving their suit and…

“Holy shit.” I whisper, not believing what I’m seeing for a moment. “A… vault dweller?” I lower my gun slightly as I continue to scan the man before me. He's slim, slight in his build, almost mousey. His hair is fluffed and he looks like hes actually most likely showered in the past week. “I thought all y’all were dead. What are you doing up here?” I question him, gun now less of a concern to keep up at all times.

“I-” The vault boy croaks before coughing, “My name is Norm. I’m looking for my sister.” He raises his hand up to his sides as he takes a very small step forward, showing his lack of weapons and threat to me as best he can. “Her name is Lucy, she has a suit with a 33 on it like me.” He continues to speak cautiously and slowly, as if trying to communicate with an animal. “I don't want trouble or to hurt you, I just want to know if you've seen her.” He looks at me, sincere and hiding his fear well.

I study his face. Hes admittedly quite cute, but that might be because he doesn't look like he's starving and rotting at the same time. His big brown eyes feel… trustable. Truly a unique trait on the surface, same as his uncracked lips and clean(ish) face. “I haven't seen your sister, vault boy.” He seems to deflate a bit, some of the hopeful energy he carries seems to vanish.

“Oh. Alright, then. Have a…” He looks behind me, into the sand filled, ramshackle building, “…palatable rest of your day.” He begins to walk backwards, and I lower my gun. He lets out a sigh of relief and turns around as I do so. He begins stomping through the sand away from me, but something makes me want him to stay.

“You know, a vaulty like you ain't gonna make it long alone out here.” I yell after him. “The only reason I didn't shoot ya is because I don't like killing people who ain't carrying no weapons.” I re-holster my gun, putting my hands on my hips as I watch him try to ignore me. “Not a lot of people are gonna be as kind, especially not to a vaulty like you.” He stops for a moment, turning to look at me in a mix of annoyance and fear. “That 33 might as well be a big ol target on your back.”

He turns to look at me fully, facing me as he seems to scan me “And why should I trust what you say?”

I shrug “Shouldn't, really. But if you want someone who don't kill for fun or food, I’m the best you got for miles.” Leaning against the door, I cross my arms. We stare at one another for a long while, him searching for answers in a purposefully cryptic face. “This is the only livable shelter for a long while, I’m willing to share as long as you promise not to steal any of my shit.” The deal comes out of the blue even for me, often I’m not willing to share my spaces but something about him seemed different. Maybe it was because he was a vaulty, their whole shtick was being harmless and wanting to help right?

Hey y'all! this is the first chapter in a series that I'm gonna be doing about Norm post-season 1, hope y'all like it :]

[in1-nutshell]

Being Noah's twin and knowing the Autobot's before him

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Human reader

ROTB

Buddy is Noah’s younger twin.

It all happened a couple years ago while Buddy was still in high school.

Noah had been going on and on about the army engineering program and the places he would go.

Buddy was close to shoving their hot dog in his mouth.

They knew with him leaving, things at home weren’t going to be the same and with no Noah at home…

It didn’t seem right at all.

They don’t know why they did it, but that night they snuck out of the small apartment and walked out.

Maybe they needed to get their head straight and accept that Noah was leaving.

Buddy didn’t know how long they were walking for, but soon enough they reached the docks.

It wasn’t too far from home, but far enough to warrant them to turn back and go home.

That was until they heard a whirling sound that sounded suspiciously like whining.

They tried to go back but the whirling sound grew a bit louder and more pitiful.

Despite their better judgement, they went to the noise.

Buddy couldn’t believe their eyes…

Maybe they finally snapped from the stress of finals.

A yellow robot clutching his ‘knee’ was making the whirling sound while two other robots were around him.

They looked concerned and tried to help Yellow.

Buddy took a step backwards and stepped on some loud bubble wrap.

Pink and Blue take out their weapons and point in the direction of the sound,

“Show yourself!”--Blue

Buddy shakingly steps out of their hiding place with their hands raised above their head.

All four of them stared at each other.

“…Hi?...”--Buddy

Buddy internally screaming at that response.

“Great, a human. Prime’s not going to like this…”--Pink

“I heard someone in pain and came to see…”--Buddy

“Yeah we’re fine—”--Blue

Yellow whirls in pain as some sparks come out of his knee.

Buddy looks at Yellow sympathetically.

“I’ve got a tool kit with me. I can try and see what’s wrong with your friend. I promise I won’t do anything funny!”--Buddy

Pink looks like she wants to retaliate, but Blue puts a hand out to stop Pink.

“Maybe squishy over here can see something we can’t. It doesn’t hurt to try.”—Blue

Pink finally steps aside with Blue.

“…Fine.”—Pink

Buddy slowly walked over to the bot’s sparking knee and took out their mini tool kit.

They used a flashlight and began their look.

A long twig stuck between some of the joints, that must have been the problem.

With a swift yank Buddy got the twig out of the joint.

They nearly cracked their skull but pink and blue both break their fall.

Buddy held up the twig in victory as yellow moved its knee much easier and without sparks.

“Ha! Got it!”--Buddy

“You did?”--Pink

Yellow beeps happily and gently pat Buddy’s head.

“Thank you darling—the pain—hurting like a—”--Yellow

“Got it! You’re welcome… umm do you guys have names?”--Buddy

“My--name is—Bumblebee.”--Bumblebee

Buddy smiles at the yellow bot.

“The names Mirage squishy.”--Mirage

“I am Arcee.”--Arcee

Buddy smiles.

“I’m Buddy. If you don’t mind, but what are you guys?”--Buddy

“Umm… I think its better to take you to the boss bot for that.”--Mirage

“Boss?”--Buddy

“Don’t worry we ain’t gonna eat ya or anything. We’re kinda like E.T!”--Mirage

Buddy deadpans.

Bee transforms into his alt mode.

“… E.T. never did this…”--Buddy

Optimus was not exactly happy to have been discovered by humans… but this one did help Bumblebee…

He decided to give this one the benefit of the doubt.

Over the next couple of years Buddy would start sneaking out and showing the bots Earth and the city while they shared their mission and their ways as well.

Buddy and Arcee, after the brief tension, were often seen driving around the backways on her alt mode talking about the city and its history.

Buddy and Arcee driving by a section of the docks.

“What about this place?”--Arcee

“Don’t know too much about this part, except the time me and Kris found 10 bucks and a pizza rat.”--Buddy

“What’s a rat.”--Arcee

Buddy and Mirage enjoy the little speedy joyrides around the city and a good game of ‘which hologram is mirage’ in the more secluded hiding places.

Buddy looks at the four holograms of Mirage.

“Eenie meanie minie…gotcha!”--Buddy

Buddy tries to tackle ‘Mirages’ pede but passes through.

“Ha! Try again Buddy!”--Mirage

Mirage picks up Buddy from the back of their shirt and stands them up.

“Best out of 25?”—Mirage

Buddy smiles as they brush off some dust from their clothes.

“You’re on!”--Buddy

Buddy and Bumblebee like to go out to the drive-in movie theaters, joyrides and stories from their lives before they knew each other.

“So, you came to earth before everyone? Even Boss bot?”--Buddy

“Yes!”--Bumblebee

“And this Charlie girl? She’s your friend?”--Buddy

“She was—my first—friend.”--Bumblebee

“You gotta take me to this Charlie so I can thank her for taking care of you.”--Buddy

Bee whirls happily.

“Ooh! The movies about to start!”--Buddy

In starts the ‘Terminator’ movie.

Optimus reminded Buddy a lot of Noah.

Older brother’s trying to protect their families, while also being the most stubborn beings in existence.

That must have been a reason why Buddy understood how Prime worked and got along with him so well.

Priem isn’t attached to a human.

No, he is not…

So, what he drove a couple miles to pick them up from a party when their brother couldn’t.

So, what if they let him rant about the war and they would rant about school and their family.

He isn’t attached or anything…

Buddy hurriedly climbs into Prime cab sniffling.

“Buddy? Buddy what happened?”--Optimus

Buddy curls up in their seat making themselves as small as possible.

“…Buddy? Are you all right?”--Optimus

Buddy sniffs.

“Noah… Noah and I had a fight and—and—I just need a moment Optimus…”--Buddy

Optimus wraps the seatbelt around Buddy loosely, the best way he could give a hug them.

“Take your time Buddy, I’m here.”—Optimus

Optimus plays Buddy’s favorite radio station.

“I’m here…”--Optimus

The day that Noah comes in Buddy was with Optimus and nearly begged him to not transform as their secret would be let out.

It was let out regardless.

Noah is just stunned that Buddy knew about the aliens for years!?

He wants an explanation.

“HOW!?”--Noah

“Listen, I can explain!”--Buddy

“You better!”--Noah

“Calm down, Noah it’s all fine.”--Mirage

“You don’t get to talk, you kidnapped me!”--Noah

“And you were trying to steal me.”--Mirage

“I’m sorry you were trying to steal him?!”--Buddy

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Has Meghan ever been invited to the Met Gala that you know of?

I have a feeling that she and Harry can’t actually afford a ticket - plus she is very greedy and cheap, so even if they hypothetically had the money I just can’t see her willingly parting with such a large amount. What I can envision though, is her mercilessly pestering the absolute hell out of Anna Wintour since she is completely shameless and has zero manners or class - and always expects someone else to pick up the tab for her sponging arse. I would be completely mortified if I had a reputation of being a known cheapskate and grifter like her.

But, back to my original point: knowing how petty and childish she is, it must infuriate Meg immensely that people who also dress like crap *cough* *cough* Serena - and also Mindy Kaling or any of her other so-called ‘friends’ get invited while she is repeatedly shunned year after year. One thing about Meghan is that she absolutely lives for this kind of superficial and glib BS and I would think she is very offended that she’s persona non grata in such elitist circles. TBH, I would only want her to be invited exactly once because of the potential gossip that would come out about her, otherwise she’s undeserving. I’m sure she would give nothing and wear boring beige like nearly everyone did last night. Initially I was excited for the theme, but most of the outfits were quite underwhelming and fell flat, unfortunately!

Meghan has an open invitation to attend as long as she attends with Kate, and only Kate. This is straight from the mouth of Anna Wintour.

Allegedly Meghan was invited as Edward Enniful's guest in either 2018 or 2019. We talked about it here a few months ago but I can't find that post. C'mon, Tumblr! Get your act together.

But to recap: The national editors of Vogue get tickets to the Met Gala as a perk for working at Vogue. Enniful got some tickets and allegedly, he planned to take Meghan as his +1. Ultimately it didn't happen and the speculation why includes Meghan pissing off Anna in her usual entitled way so Anna struck her from the guest list, Enniful gave Meghan the UK Vogue cover as a consolation prize, and Meghan having Archie on May 6th in an attempt to steal headlines from Anna and the gala as revenge.

I also covered in that now-missing post how one attends the Met Gala. You can:

Be the +1 of someone who gets invited (e.g., Andy Cohen, who is usually Sarah Jessica Parker's guest).

Work for the sponsors, including Vogue, or be the +1 of someone who works for the sponsors.

Work for the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Be a huge donor to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and/or the Fashion/Costume Insitute (e.g. Sarah Jessica Parker, I believe).

Be besties with or have a contract with the designers that attend the Met Gala (e.g., Meg Ryan and Michael Kors). In this case, the designer will dress you and you'll sit at their table.

Buy your own ticket. An individual ticket is $75,000. A table starts at $350,000.

Be an "it celeb" of the moment.

Meghan and Harry definitely don't have the money for a ticket to the Met Gala. Meghan also doesn't have the fashion contacts or the reputation in the fashion industry to be dressed by a designer. She could probably have been dressed by Carolina Herrera back in the day, when she was wearing her. I don't think she had a chance to be dressed by Dior to attend the Met Gala, not when people like Jennifer Lawrence, Anya Taylor-Joy, Rihanna, etc. have Dior contracts.

My personal theory is that as much as Meghan wants to go to the Met Gala and be in the room with all those celebs, she doesn't *really* want to actually be there. I think she's terrified to be around that kind of powerful, respected, talented people because she knows they know she's not one of them and they'll ignore her, making her the one to go up to everyone when she wants everyone to be coming up to her. I said this around Oscars time when we were talking about whether she'd go or not and again, I can't find the freaking post!.

But it is very telling, isn't it? Like you've pointed out, everyone in Meghan's circle these days - Mindy Kaling, Serena Williams, Kris Jenner, Tracee Ellis Ross, etc. - is going to the Met Gala. Everyone but her, that is. I wonder why...

[inuhalfdemon]

No One Can Know... (11/?)

Word Count: 1,195 Words

Chapter 11

"From the pinnacle,

To the pit.

It is a long way down...

You are cast out from the heavens to the ground

Blackened feathers falling down

You are cast out from the heavens to the ground

Blackened feathers falling down

You will wear your independence like a crown."

- Ghost

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Alastor's shadow drifted to him later that night; the group from the bar had returned to the hotel and were well enough. He made a mental note to find out more of what had happened when he could. 

Hours later; Charlie and Vaggie were back in the hotel as well- having been thrown unceremoniously into the lobby. Alastor's shadow slid away - re-attaching itself - as he gently woke Lucifer; telling him that both girls had returned, that they were alright and were retiring until morning. He withheld the fact that Vaggie was currently resigning herself to a couch in the lounge... Something troubling had happened for the couple while they were in Heaven and Alastor had a pretty good guess as to what that might be. 

Relieved, Lucifer mumbled something to him before falling back to sleep; his body tightly pressed against Alastor's. Drifting off, Alastor realized he was content with keeping Lucifer like that...pressed to him, naked and resting beside him. Normally, his agitation with someone still lingering there with him would be getting the better of him. Perhaps he was just too tired to care. Morning was coming and there would be a lot to address with that, but for now...he was satisfied. 

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"No...don't..." 

Alastor jolted awake; ears straight, his body stiff. 

"Lilith..." 

Lucifer…

He was talking in his sleep; obviously being tormented by some sort of nightmare...

But, it was no nightmare. Lucifer's overwhelming stress and anxiety at Charlie having left and gone to Heaven on her own came to a head, and he was re-living a painful memory: 

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They wanted retribution for what he had done...the move that he had supposedly made against them. Heaven had always been more bloodthirsty than what others wanted to believe and the punishment for them was made clear. But, Lucifer refused to let them destroy Lilith - not for something that he had done. Not for the choice that he had made. Everyone believed that he and his queen were cast out - that they were given such a choice, such a mercy... No one knew that Lucifer had - in fact – stood against the powers of Heaven, fighting for their lives and fleeing from certain destruction. Pulling Lilith with him, enclosing her in burning body and burning wings, he dropped with her - desperately hoping his power could protect and sustain them as they fell. 

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The sounds Lucifer was making were pitiful and Alastor gently moved to wake him. 

Lucifer's eyes flared open: perceiving the scent of burning feathers. 

Alastor had no time to react before wings exploded around them and Lucifer violently shifted form. 

"Fucking, Hell! What the-!?" 

A golden shackle threw itself into and around Alastor’s throat, choking and pulling him down. Tightly, he was chained to the floor - forced on his knees - naked and made incredibly vulnerable. 

Lucifer's wings unfurled and he stood; horns twisting and rising in a burning halo of fire; his long and wicked devil's tail lashing around him, eyes wide and glowing a deep hot red upon Alastor - teeth bared and golden blood seeping from a split in his lip. 

He was consumed in a madness and Alastor's blood ran cold. 

"WHERE IS CHARLIE!?" His voice reverberated deeply. 

"She's here! She's safe!" Alastor was choking out the words, eyes watering and blinking from the impact he had sustained to his throat. "I already told you that when they got here! Lucifer, you need to-" 

"SILENCE!" 

Alastor curled in on himself, ears laying flat in his fearful submission - still smiling wildly. 

Lucifer stepped toward him. 

He's not himself, and he could very easily kill me without ever actually meaning to. 

There was a poetic justice in that, to be sure, but Alastor wasn't quite ready to face those sins yet. 

"Please...Lucifer." Alastor shrank further back, speaking quickly. "Charlie returned to the hotel hours ago. She is safe and she is sound. No harm came to her while she was in Heaven. These are heavenly bonds, yes!? If you can hear me, you know I'm telling the truth!" The golden chains holding him kept him from using any amount of his power and they prevented him from voicing any untruths.

Lucifer's expression cooled at Alastor telling him this and he paused. 

"Charlie is...alright?" Lucifer was asking, hesitating as the craziness slowly died away in his eyes. 

"Yes! She is! Absolutely, alright!" Alastor was straining against his chains, emphasizing this as heavily as he could. "I could take you to her if you-" 

Lucifer swayed, stepping back. He pressed a clawed hand to his face - trying to re-orient himself. 

He's having an episode.

Alastor knew it but he had no idea how to handle the situation - what's more, he didn't know how to handle it without being inadvertently killed. 

"Charlie, is..." 

"Charlie is alright, she's okay, Lucifer - just please..." The chains and shackle were tightening, and Alastor was fighting against his own rising panic. 

"She's okay..." Lucifer's wings dropped and he was pressing both sides of his temples with clenched fists as he began to hyperventilate, bending forward. "She's okay. She's okay. She's okay." He was thinking of Charlie and he was remembering Lilith...

"Yes! Luci, please-" Alastor gagged and gasped.  

Lucifer's head came up and there was a very brief moment of clarity. 

"Al..." His eyes widened and the chains and shackle immediately loosened, but they didn't drop away. 

Alastor sucked a big and ragged breath in, his chest and throat burning at the immense relief of it. Shaking, Alastor fought to steady himself - still flinching away from Lucifer. 

"What-what happened?" Lucifer was slowly becoming more lucid. 

"You fucking lost your shit. " Alastor heaved; feeling like he may actually vomit. 

"Could you please...get these things off of me!?" He clawed at the shackle.  

Lucifer moved to release him but then, he stopped. 

Alastor noticed his hesitation immediately. 

"What are you doing? Release me." Alastor hissed, ignoring the pain it caused him. 

"Not before you tell me..." Lucifer said, and Alastor's heart and stomach dropped. 

He had been here before.

"Tell me…What, exactly…your true intentions are." Lucifer finished. 

"Take this shackle off of me and then ask me. " Alastor spit. 

"...no." Lucifer answered him. 

So, the risk really hadn’t been worth it. Alastor thought. At least this was short-lived....

Alastor glared at him, his gaze hot and sharp with glowing eyes. He refused to answer Lucifer's question. 

"So... that's it then." Lucifer said, 

"Unchain...me..." Alastor growled lowly. 

"Not before you tell me." Lucifer's voice was rising. "So, tell me - now, Alastor - tell me that the thought to do all of this; to wriggle your way so close to me - that it wasn't just a grab for power. That it actually meant something to you." 

Alastor hesitated, then he answered, steadily saying: "The thought crossed my mind." 

Lucifer dropped the chain; it and the shackle quickly dissipating into nothing. 

"See to your deal with Lilith." Lucifer told him, turning away. "We're finished here." 

In a brilliant flare of swirling and burning fire, Lucifer was engulfed and surrounded by flames; and then, he vanished. 

Chapter 12

[lovifie]

Well, I Wasn't On That Tunnel ❤️

Masterlist - Taglist Form

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 (3.6k words)

Pairings: Ghoap x Reader.

Warnings: Poly relationship, rotating POV (mostly Simon's), this chapter is mostly having the conversations to set the poly relationship, no horny stuff on this part is mostly angst and fluff; but dont worry, next part (I only need to revise it) will be up soon and that one? that one is horny ❤️

Simon and Johnny made it to the meeting point an hour later than everyone else. But just like Simon said, no one even thought of leaving before he made it there. 

And just as if anything had ever happened, every man boarded the plane and made their way back to base. And if anyone saw Johnny sitting closer to Ghost… no one said anything. 

By the time they touched ground, Johnny was expecting you to jump inside the plane as soon as the door opened. But you didn't. 

They assumed you would be then on the building, under the shade, waiting for them to make it back safe and sound. But you weren't. 

Many of the men that flew with them were being greeted by their friends, talking about celebrating that they have made it home and joking about missing them. 

Not Johnny, nor Simon. No one greeted them. 

They assumed you would be maybe on your room, busying yourself to take your mind away from the time passing. So they checked, but the room was empty and as if anybody had been there in a while. 

The confusion in their mind was getting transformed into worry, starting to run out of harmless scenarios of what could have happened to you. 

“What if she's working?” Johnny asks when they closed the door to your room. “We have been out for some time.”

“In the med bay you mean?” Simon asks, the flashbacks of the state you were in when they left making it hard to believe that you would be stable enough to go back to work. “We can drop by…”

They had an urge to get to you. Not only did they want to be welcomed back by you after being deployed, no matter if it has been an easy one or if it was short. It was still time apart and they needed to get back to you.

It was the need to talk to you. To set things straight. They had finally taken the step to stop worrying about what to call things, and the morality of the unconventional and instead now focusing on what they wanted. 

They wanted to spill their hearts to you, fill you in on what has happened since they left, on every word they said about you, on every promise made to each other. 

The consolation of the fools. 

That you would agree just as easily as them.

They were aware of your feelings for the two of them, and the nights spent together with them was more than enough proof.

But it was still an abyss worth of distance between loving two people and seeing those two loved ones… love each other. Especially from a distance, and feeling like the barrier of being away was enough to make you unworthy of being part of it.

They were being overconfident. Neither of them had been able to keep a “normal” relationship for long, and now they thought they could make a three way relationship work. 

But it was the possibilities of success that made them silly, the chance that the three could be together, that it could work, that the three of you would be happy.

They already knew what it was like to not have anything, were they not allowed to dream of having everything? 

But their dream started to ramble when they entered the med bay, asking for you and being told you have been deployed. 

Because although they were happy you have been discharged, it was a big step from not being able to work to being deployed right back into action.

Johnny reacted first. His stomach turned, guilt and regret hitting him with force. Was this the same thing you felt when he was deployed? The feeling of throwing you into the wolf jaws? He understands then, that it was not your doubts on him, it was not you feeling that he wasn't good enough, or strong enough. It was you trying to protect him, to keep him from dying in such a stupid and preventable way. Did anyone try to hold you back from working?

Simon was silent, he could read on Johnny's face perfectly fine what he was thinking. But there was an extra factor that Johnny was not taking in mind. When Johnny was deployed, Simon was with him. Nothing would have gotten to Johnny as long as he stayed on his side, and even in your panic driven mind you were able to realise it too. 

So even in your least stable mindset, you could see that Johnny would make it back. That he was not alone, and that Simon would give his life trying to protect Johnny if it came to it. Just like you would and just like you did, deep in the tunnel. 

But Simon was on base, and so was Johnny. And you were deployed with who knows who and who knows where. Completely out of reach for them. They knew somebody must have gone with you, but they didn't know who so they wouldn't know if they would even try and protect you. It wouldn't be the first time that a team has come back without the assigned medic because “we thought no one would shoot the medic”.

Different flavours of guilt were sailing through their blood vessels. Guilt from being with each other. Guilt for not calling more while deployed. Guilt in Simon for being happy that Johnny got deployed because it meant they were alone. Guilt in Johnny for not having taken your point of view when he was deployed. Guilt for being happy since they were in the car meanwhile you could already be dead.

They realised, there and then, when looking at each other, that there existed a chance that they could never see you again. Not because you were not good enough, or because you were not ready; but because a deployment is a deployment. 

Price's office was the next stop. To tell him they were back, to file the reports and what was more important, to know where you were.

“She's with Alex, on a reconnaissance mission.” He explained. A reconnaissance mission, harmless enough to send a two person team… but why a medic? “The therapist recommended to keep her busy and away, they have orders not to engage with the objective.”

That was enough to ease their minds, at least you were not trapped in your room wondering if they were dead. It was them now the ones that had to wait while in the dark. 

The payment for their unfaithfulness.

But unlike you when they were gone, they had each other. So the loneliness wasn't so lonely, and even less as their relationship advanced. Plus, the time together helped them grow closer.

And suddenly, every excuse was good to stand closer, stay alone for longer, coincidentally every task was a couple’s task, and on and on. 

From everyone outside it looked like what it used to look like before the accident. When Ghost would do his job and Johnny would find his way to stay close. 

Only Ghost was aware of the subtle differences; Johnny was no longer running after him, if anything, it was Ghost walking on Johnny's shadow. 

But late at night, in their rooms, the shadows blended together.

It was easier that way, and soon enough, every night that you spent away, they spent together. They always found a way to mention you, to fantasise about you, to dream and plan about you.

“We should take her out for dinner to ask her.”

“Do we need to ask her together or can I ask her first?”

“Do you think we can request a bigger mattress?”

“Do you think Gaz will switch rooms with her so we are all closer?”

“Do you think Price will find out?” “I think he knows since the house.”

“I can't fucking wait until she's back.”

“I can't wait to hear her moan your name.”

It almost felt as if Soap had never hated Simon, like they had always been this close. 

As it always should have been.

When the helo you were flying in finally touched down, Simon and Soap were together in Johnny's room.

When you stepped out of the helo, Simon moved to lay over Johnny on his bed. 

You were walking to the storehouse to drop your equipment and bags, and they were doing the same, taking off their clothes. 

While you wondered whose room to visit first, Simon or Johnny's; they wondered who got to stay at the top, Simon or Johnny. 

There hasn't been a time where they get together, that they didn't bring you up. And this time wasn't any different, yet.

“I'll always be in debt with her for bringing you back to me, Johnny.” 

And when you decided to drop by Johnny's room first, Simon was moving to lay on his back, legs spread around Johnny's wide hips. 

That's what you saw. 

When you opened the door, too excited to knock before opening it.

It's the guilt on their faces that makes you feel like you are intruding. The way Johnny clings the sheets over his body, the slight pained look on Simon's face when he tries to prop himself up.

“Sorry.” You mutter, not even agreeing you should be the one apologising, and closing the door before half walking half sprinting to your room. 

Inside Johnny's room, they only share a look of regret before working on getting dressed to run after you. 

Is Simon the one that manages to go out of the room first, catching your silhouette taking a turn at the end of the hall. 

He calls your name, trying to get you to stop, in vain as you don't even bother to look at him. 

“Love, please, listen to me” He says, when he finally catches up to you, pulling your hand to turn you around. 

“No! It's not fair!” You exclaim, finally turning around. 

If Simon has ever felt guilt before, this must be a new feeling, a stronger mutation of the dreaded feeling. Because the sight of your tear stained face might not be a new one, but knowing it is his fault, has his stomach turning on itself. 

It's the fact it could have been easily avoided; if only they waited for you, if only they didn't get together today, if only they had chosen Simon's room, if only they had locked the door. 

But they didn't.

And the consequences were looking at him.

“What's not fair? Talk to me, please” He doesn't even know what he's expecting you to say. What do you even say in these kinds of situations?

“Listen, I understand that coming to terms with your sexuality is a fucking mess in the head, but it's not fair to drag me into it.” You say, pointing to your head to emphasise your words. Trying your best to keep your voice from cracking, to look strong. “It's not fair to use me between the two of you to be together without feeling bad.” 

“No, no, no, love, you got it all wrong, I promise, that's not it.” Simon tries to calm you down, his hands moving to caress your arms but stopping when you raise your hands to stop him.

“I-I don't know, Si… I… I already felt like an absolute bitch for messing around with the two of you, but if on top of that, you two have something going on I- I'm stepping out, alright?” Deep down in your mind, the part of it that is not currently drowning in emotions, the rational part, is trying to get you to see how hypocritical you are being. They weren't doing anything you haven't done, but still; you chose to go out of your way to make them feel bad. 

You can excuse yourself when you were with Johnny, back in the house when you thought you were going to day. No one was going to blame you for it, and neither were yourself. 

But the night you spent with Simon was a choice, your choice. And you didn't stop to think about how Johnny would feel about it. So how do you dare to get mad at them for giving you a taste of your medicine?

“No, please, love, no, let us explain please.” Simon can see the way your mind is spiralling, your brain twisting between telling yourself you have the right to get upset and telling you that you deserve the pain in your heart. 

“Not now, Ghost, alright? I-I need to go, I'm sorry. I hope you two are happy together.” And you hate the way it sounds leaving your mouth, because it doesn't matter how upset you are, you still love them, and you do mean it when you say you hope they are happy. 

But you realise your mind is not rationalising your thoughts, and staying for any longer will only translate in you saying things to Simon that you don't mean. 

Simon also notices, realising as well that this is not the conversation to have in the middle of the hall and without Johnny. So he lets you go, only turning back when he hears you lock your door. 

It takes you longer than you would like to admit to come to your senses. Having cried your feelings out probably helped. 

You still feel embarrassed, when you realise the only reason why you reacted so badly was your own fault. Your own self doubt and self depreciation. 

Your own self hate making it impossible in your mind to understand that Simon and Johnny wanting each other could still mean that they would like you. 

It makes you want to bury yourself under the covers, how could you believe yourself to be better than any of two of them? Of course they would choose the other over you the second they got over their differences. 

You should be happy for what you got, the time spent together. It was nice while it lasted.

There is a knock on the door, you hold your breath to keep yourself from making any sound. Whoever it is, they can leave. 

“I'm not leaving until you let me in, love.”

Of fucking course. 

You kick your covers off of you, walking to the door dragging your feet. You unlock it, opening just enough to look up at Simon.

“What?” Your voice is hoarse from crying for so long, you must sound and look like a charity case because you can only see pity in Simon's eyes.

“I bought you dinner, you didn't go to the mess hall, I assumed you would be hungry after the deployment.” He says, lifting the hand with the bag of food. 

“I'm fin-” Your stomach grumbling exposes you. “Thank you.”

You take the food, looking into his eyes only to see the little smile on the crinkles. 

“Anything else, Simon?” You ask, not wanting to close the door on his face. 

“Can we talk now?” He asks, going straight to the point like always. 

You sigh, walking into your room letting the door open. “What's there to talk about, Si?”

“About Johnny, you and I.” He answers and you scoff at him.

“You mean about Johnny and you?” You ask, dropping the food on the table and sitting on your bed. 

“No. I mean about Johnny, you and I.” He repeats, walking closer to you.

You sigh, averting his gaze. “You don't need to do this, Simon.”

“What do you think I'm doing?” He asks, crouching down to be eye level with you. 

“Making me feel a part of it out of pity.” You say, finally looking at his eyes.

“Pity? You thinks that's why I'm here?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod at him. “I'm not here for pity, I'm here for you.”

You shake your head, eyes stinging with new tears once again. “No, you don't. You don't want me, Simon. And Johnny doesn't either.”

“Why do you say that, love?” He asks, his hand caressing your knee. “Why do you feel like that?”

“Simon, how can I not feel like it?!” You ask, pushing his hand away. “Can’t you see that Johnny chose me because he didn't have anything else, and then when he had everything he went and chose you!”

“And why can't you see that *I* that have always had everything, only have ever wanted Johnny and you?!” That makes you stop pushing his hand away, but Simon can still see the doubts in your eyes. The broken trust. 

“Then why have you never said anything, Simon? Before the accident? When we got back? Ever?” 

“Because I was stupid! And a coward!” He finally admits, to you and to himself. “And I didn't know what my feelings meant until I thought it was too late.”

You look at him, trying to see any second intentions on his face. Any lies, any disgust, any pity. But you can only see affection and yearning for your forgiveness; but you still know yourself.

“I need some time, Simon… and to talk with Johnny.” You mumble, looking down to where your hand is over his. You see him nod from the corner of your eyes, he leans forward, kissing your forehead softly and stands back up.

“Eat the food, alright? I made sure they loaded all your faves.” He says, pointing at the food and walking to the door, turning to say just before exiting. “Darling… I hope it isn't too late.”

Johnny doesn't visit you at your room, and you know it is because he is aware he will see you at therapy. Just because the two of you have been seen fit to go back to work, doesn't mean you can ignore the obvious wounds and scars still in your mind. 

That's why you are not surprised when he sits next to you on the waiting room

“Morning, bonnie.”

“Morning, Johnny.”

“Simon told me you wanted to talk to me.”

“You don't want to talk to me?” You ask, looking at his face from the side, realising he is looking forward.

“Aye, that I do. But you also told Simon you needed time, I didn't want to push…” he trails off, looking down to his hands.

“Do you like him, Johnny?”

“Don't tell him that I say this but… yes, I like his cranky ass.” He says, a smile appearing on his face. “I also found a journal… and it seems I was fucking obsessed with him, with how much I wrote about him.”

“Your journal?” You ask, suddenly remembering the little notebook he always had on himself. “You never let me look inside…”

“No wonder.” Johnny says chuckling. “You are the only person I wrote about more than about Simon. I couldn't let you see me trailing behind you like a love sick puppy… I had an image to maintain, bonnie lass.” 

He knocks your arm with his elbow, making you smile. He is still Johnny… you can't be mad at him when you betrayed him first. 

“I'm sorry, Johnny.” You mutter, making him finally look at you with furrowed eyebrows. “For… turning to Simon.”

“Turning? Oh, you meant when you were shagging in his office?” It makes you freeze, the realisation hitting you that he knew all along. “Don't apologise… I turned to him too, after all…”

“Are you happy together?” You ask the dreaded question.

“Very… the only thing missing is you, though.”

“Why me, Johnny? I understand it back in the house because there was nobody else, but now…”

“It is you, because I might not remember how we first met or how it was before the accident, but I remember my life long before you entered my life. And I was happier back at the house only knowing you, than knowing everyone but you.” He says, his hand caressing your thigh. 

The lady at the desk calls your name, indicating you to enter the therapist office. 

“Go, we will talk later, the three of us.” Johnny says, you nod at him, going into the office. 

Outside, Johnny stands up, his session is tomorrow but he wasn't going to let such an opportunity to talk to you to pass him. 

You call Simon that evening, asking if he can drop by your room. It takes him 6 minutes to knock on your door. 

You let him in, sitting on your bed and patting the mattress next to you inviting him in. “I talked with Johnny this morning.” 

“I figured… how did it go?” He asks, laying on his side after taking off the mask.

“Good… I guess.” You say, crossing your legs. “I still don't know what to feel.”

“....did you genuinely thought I was the right person to talk about feelings, love?” He asks, smile appearing on his face.

“No, god no.” You say chuckling, rubbing your face to erase all the nervousness off. “I just… I have never even been in an actual relationship, Simon, I don't… I don't know if I could…”

“Well, any of us three have… “ He says, looking at you. 

“Simon… is a disgrace waiting to happen…” You say looking at him.

“It could also be the best decision of our life…” He says, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know, Si…” you say, playing with your hands. 

“Think of it this way.” He says, grabbing your hands on his. “We are already past the no return point, right? The friendship is already fucked, innit?” You nod at him. “Well… what's there to lose then? If we are going to fuck it up… let's fuck it up completely… Don't you think, love?”

It takes you just a couple of minutes to speak again, but it feels like ages on Simon's mind.

“Do you believe it will work?” You ask, voice timid as you look at him. 

“Yes, love. I do believe it will work.” He answers, his fingers locking with yours. “What do you say? Will you give us a try?”

“Yeah… what's there to lose anyway?”

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[lover-of-mine]

I so agree with everything you said. The difference of reactions when you didn't ship their previous relationship vs when you don't ship B/T is very telling (same with the fact that when some people talked about a cheating storyline, the reactions were always "it would be bad for Buck to do this to Tommy" but apparently it would have been okay if Eddie did this to a woman?? okay lmao)

What I don't understand is how people say that it's Buck's most developed LI/relationship. Like? We don't know that much about him. People have created (themselves and via the actor's cameos) lots of headcanons but that doesn't mean that they are canon.

To me, he really still feels like a love interest device for now. Like with the scene of the kiss in the last episode, they could have include some mentions of another date, whether past or a future one, but they didn't. The kiss was just there to be able to have Buck come out to the rest of the family, but it didn't bring anything more about B/T (we don't know if they saw each other since the coffee date/if it was their second kiss or if there was already more).

Literally. Like, look, I will say one thing, if buddie had hooked up at that bachelor party only one person would be cheating and that's Eddie. Buck and Tommy did not have a we're exclusive talk. They actually had a we can figure things out as we go talk. Personally, I don't think that counts as an we are together conversation, but that's my opinion. But either way no one seemed to care about the Eddie side of it. Eddie who is literally in a relationship serious enough he asked her to move in with him the episode before. But sure, that doesn't count because they hate Edy and forget Marisol exists (I do too, but I spent the whole time saying we shouldn't make the bisexual dude help his best friend cheat because I did not forget Eddie would be cheating and that would be bad no matter what). And to say T is the most developed love interest is a straight up lie. Taylor had a whole season as Buck's friend before they got together. She had a personality, flaws, qualities, she even got her very own tragic background episode. Say what you want about anything, and yes they sucked as a couple, but bucktaylor was developed. On screen. To a point where if the show actually wanted to, which they clearly didn't because they used the s4 Taylor development to stir her away from Buck instead of closer, they could've made bucktaylor work, they just had to make her as intense about Buck as she is with the job, and they could've been a very interesting golden retriever boyfriend/black cat girlfriend dynamic (good god I can't believe this fandom is making me defend fucking bucktaylor). Buck and T had one scene alone before they were kissing. Tommy has no established personality. Pretty much everything about him besides the begins episodes part of him (that dont paint him in the best light) we learned second hand. Through interviews. It's not even things that are being said to the audience in the show. I'm pretty sure the only things we learned from the show are the way he's a pilot, he was in the army, he likes wrestling, cars, and basketball. I could be wrong, fandom annoyed me so much I blackout every time I see him at this point. But he's not developed? He's just a guy? Don't get me wrong, he could be developed. There is space for it. But right now, he is there to serve as a device for Buck to find his bisexuality and that's it. They kissed twice. They went on half a date T left in the middle of. They went out for coffee and decided to figure things out as they went. He was at the hospital after the wedding to work as a way for Buck to come out without making him go around telling everyone. He exists around Buck. And that's it. Personally I don't see the endgame material people keep seeing. I don't see the development either. And anyone can headcanon anything, really go off, have fun with your ship, but people seriously need to stop acting like what Lou is saying in cameos counts as canon. Being in the fandom right now is exhausting because people just decided things about T and BT that are not backed by canon and they get real aggressive if you don't agree. I seriously am dying to see what's gonna happen if canon goes against the idealized version of him fanon created. I don't know if it's gonna happen but by god will I be entertained by it if it does.

[tossawary]

do you know if theres like, a scum villain wife list or something. Of all the wives mentioned in canon. I cannot find one and I need it for a thing I'm writing :(

Someone may have made a comprehensive blog post on absolutely everything to do with Luo Binghe's harem somewhere, but I haven't personally seen one. This is the wiki's list of his known wives:

https://scumvillain.fandom.com/wiki/Harem.

(I keep thinking to myself that it might be worth looking into a wiki contribution week or something so that SV fans can have these things for reference in full detail. The wiki in its current state is still very much under construction and also the particular company here "Fandom" suck generally. But I've never contributed to a wiki before, so I wouldn't know where to start.)

Part of the difficulty with naming all of Luo Binghe's wives in PIDW is that there are only rough estimates for how many he had exactly and it's unclear what statuses they actually had in the harem. And I believe that he also had love interests he never actually officially married in any way.

I'm going to list off wife / love-interest characters off the top of my head here in vague summary. I'm going to request that people add on or correct me here if I'm missing anyone or straight-up wrong about anything (relevant direct quotations are always welcome). I have digital editions of the novels now, so I may control+F for "wife", "wives", and "harem" after work, then copy-paste the relevant quotations into a big document, because I'm curious now and I want to see what results that I get from that. If someone has made and posted a comprehensive canonical list regarding the harem already, I'd appreciate the link.

Ning Yingying: wife and childhood sweetheart.

Liu Mingyan: wife.

Sha Hualing: wife.

Qin Wanrong and Qin Wanyue: I think that they were wives, twins, Luo Binghe's first threesome, and also were bullied by Sha Hualing a lot.

Little Palace Mistress: wife and I also vaguely remember some commentary from Shen Yuan about her being the "leader" of the harem in some way.

Qiu Haitang: wife.

The Three Taoist Nuns: wives, they had something to do with taming the Xin Mo sword in PIDW, and are Liu Mingyan's RPF buddies in SVSSS.

Madam Meiyin: it's stated in the succubus extras that she and Luo Binghe had an affair. I don't think that she ever married him, though.

Aaaaand that's everyone I remember. The known, named canonical list isn't actually very long, which is generally why everyone ends up inventing original characters. There are also unnamed canonical love interests, like the one afflicted by the Without A Cure poison in PIDW, but I really do not remember them all.

[chaosclimber]

Health Care Professional

“Auntie Death?”

“Yes, Orphy?”

He suppressed a wince at the childish nickname. It had never suited him, even when he was young. But now he was thirteen, growing up quickly (quicker than Robyn, even!), and it suited him even less. It wasn’t, however, irritating enough that he was going to let it get in the way of what he wanted to talk about. It was an important question, really. One he was giving a lot of thought to, recently. “...Why did you get into medicine?”

She paused, staring at him as if trying to figure him out. He dropped his own gaze to the floor, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he felt the weight of her gaze. “I wanted to help people. I was always good at science. It made sense for me.” She took a breath, smile fading from her face a bit. “I don’t believe it would make sense for you, though, Orpheus.”

“Why not? I’m very good at science, and I want to help people.” There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He could see where she might be going with her objections. And it made him angrier than he ever remembered feeling. Who was she to say what his limitations were? Who was she to say an entire field was out of his reach simply because he was different?

“I’m not saying you wouldn’t be capable of it, Orpheus.” She furrowed her brow, reaching out and taking his hand, squeezing it. He wanted to jerk it away, but that wasn’t nice. “But you would be miserable the entire time. Hospitals are not a sensory friendly workplace, and the whole time you do actually have to take your patient's emotional needs into account—above and beyond your own.” 

“...Well…there are other jobs in the medical field. Not everything is directly patient care–I can do research! Or work in the labs!” He knew she was looking out for him, but dammit he wanted to fight it. 

“The sensory issues would still be a factor, but yeah. That would be more do-able for you. Still–you’re young. Give it time, and keep looking. You might find something that fits you so much better. Besides, last I heard you were one for the arts.” 

“Really, Auntie? Everyone knows that getting into the arts is more about who you know than what you can do.”

“...And you’re already well placed for that. Your father didn’t get you just anyone for your vocal instructor. Or dance teacher. Or acting coach.” She pointed out, a bit more of her usual cheer showing through. “The real networking doesn’t start ‘til college, but you’re already ahead of most hopefuls, Orpheus.”

“...I guess I’m just frustrated with my instrument at the moment. I really wasn’t expecting to settle much lower than tenor, but it’s looking more and more like I might get Father’s voice.” He frowned as he pointed that out. It really was frustrating him–he straight up had to give up doing the school play this year because he couldn’t reliably sing in either extreme of his range. And he wasn’t about to be boring. That, above all, would be intolerable. 

“I get that.” She smiled lightly. “C’mon. You’re still a kid, let’s go do something stupid. Like get ice cream for dinner.”

“....Ah, yes, you are, indeed, the consummate health care professional.”

“...And you’re no fun. Just like your dad~” She grinned and ruffled his hair. 

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[d-dixonimagines]

i have a carol x daughter reader idea if you want to perhaps write another (she says hopefully & gratefully)

reader leaving signs for carol in the woods or smth to be able to find her and reader being like “you really found me”

I hope this is at least somewhat accurate to what you were envisioning! I’m very sorry it’s taken so long to post it. I did also have help from a wonderful anon who helped me move things along!

Once you were both back on a main road, you swung your bag around to your front and pulled out a copy of The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, which was surprisingly still in fairly good condition. Corners were bent and pages slightly weathered, and the front cover was a bit scratched up and dusty, but as far as you could tell, all of the pages were still in tact.

It felt like it had been ages since you felt this excited about something, ever since Carol left, at least. Since she's been gone, your mood had been pretty low, partly due to the fact that you didn't have anyone to talk to anymore. You tried to keep your excitement contained, but you couldn't help yourself, you were just too fucking excited!

"Oh man, I can't believe I found this, Daryl look!" You waved the book in front of you, grinning from ear to ear, barely noticing the quick glance from Daryl before you looked the book over again. "I've been wanting to read these books for forever but never got around to it, and now it's going to be a bit out of order since I'm starting with the second book, but that shouldn't matter cause I've seen the movies so I already know what happens. Have you read these or seen the movies?"

Words spewed out in rapid fire and you continued on without giving him a chance to respond. "I couldn't ever decide who my favorite characters were cause they were all so cool, but I always felt I had hobbit vibes cause I love breakfast, and potatoes! PO-TAY-TOES --" "Hey! Can ya shut up, please? I can't think straight with all that ramblin' yer doin'. We wasted too much time as it is, prob'ly cause of that dumb book, so let's keep it movin'."

His loud voice startled you, stopping you in your tracks. You stared at him in disbelief as he yelled, this time him not giving you any time to react before he turned and started walking again. It took you a few seconds to ground yourself, he had never talked to you that way before.

You looked down at the book for a moment before going through the motions of putting it back in your bag and continuing your way behind Daryl. All you think about now was how much you wished Carol would come back, not only because you missed her and wanted to share these things with her, but she was the only one you felt understood you. She would have never reacted that way towards you, and until that moment, you honestly didn't think Daryl would have either.

You didn't make a sound the rest of the time. When you stopped at other places to see if there was anything you could bring back, you did it quietly. When you finally stopped for the night, you gathered up the wood for the fire and got it started like Carol showed you.

Daryl was quiet too, but he looked like he had wanted to say something for the past couple hours by the way he would glance back at you every now and then. As dinner was heating up, the only sounds that could be heard was the crackling of the fire. You sat close by to keep warm, hugging your knees to your chest.

After a few minutes of stirring around the food in the pan, Daryl sat back and chewed at the inside of his lip. "I'm sorry about earlier.." he finally spoke, his voice softer now. You glanced over at him and nodded, unsure if you were ready to speak yet.

There was another pause before he continued. "I need ya ta know that you weren't doin' anythin' wrong, and I wasn't mad at ya 'cause of the book. I jus'.. I was mad at somethin' else and I shouldn't've taken it out on ya, and I'm sorry."

You nodded your head. You could see that he truly meant it, he always did, but nodding was all you could manage in that moment. There was another quiet pause. "I know ya miss her.. I know it's tough not havin' her here, but she will be back, ya know."

"When?" It was a quick response, catching Daryl off guard. He didn't have an answer for you and you could see that by the look he had on his face. "I dunno," it was almost a whisper. "But she will be, she always does."

You let out a quiet sigh and brought your attention back to the fire. "I think the food is done. Carol always said you like to cook the meat until it's dry," you tried to hide your smirk, but Daryl caught it. Of course he caught it!

"Is that so? I hate ta break it to ya, but Carol doesn't know everythin'." He chuckled before removing the pan from the fire and tossing the contents inside around. The meat was charred and the look of it just made you both laugh.

"Why don't we make a deal," your ears perked and you brought your attention back to him. "You show me how Carol showed ya how to cook and I'll show you an easier way to start a fire." You smiled and nodded your head in agreement. "Ok, that sounds like a fun deal."

You felt your mood shift to something lighter, like you could relax again. As you took over the cooking, starting something new so you weren't just eating burnt mystery meat, Daryl brought up the book you had found. "I've seen a couple of those movies, never read the books though. I think I'd probably be a hobbit, too. That old scowly one that's always glarin' at people."

You smiled and nodded. "Oh, I can see that," you laughed. "You'd have 'No visitors welcome' signs staked all around your yard just to make sure everyone got the hint to stay away." You both laughed.

The rest of the night moved along effortlessly, talking about your favorite parts, quoting lines that you could remember and just having a good, fun time. It reminded you of how things were with Carol and it helped fill that void you felt since she's been gone. No one could replace her, but it felt good having other people who could make you feel like the way she did.

[tomssexdoll]

hi can you do please fanfic where is only Tom he’s alone in his room and he’s thinking about reader and he realises he actually has crush on her even though he denied it to everyone kinda fluff but it’s only about Tom and his feelings for reader,reader can be only mentioned

yes this is such a good idea!

Y/N has been on my mind 24/7, I can't stop thinking about her, her beautiful face, beautiful lips, eyes, nose, ears, eyebrows, everything.

It just clocked now that I have feelings for her, real, romantic feelings. Not wanting a quick fuck and never speaking again. She was different, special almost.

I denied liking her to everyone I knew, I guess I kind of surpressed it, not wanting to believe it. I was known as a player, an asshole who used girls for their bodies. She was perfect, a straight A student, super popular, the kindest girl I've ever met.

We've talked a few times but out of those times I never showed my player side, wanting a chance to have a meaningful conversation with her. Yes, I wanted to see how she was in bed, how well she took my cock but I also wanted to hold her, kiss her, comfort her when times get bad, spoil her with gifts.

Everyone would tell me how they'd catch me staring at her in class, almost as if I was admiring her. Well, I was but I couldn't tell anyone that, I didn't want her to know a player like me could like someone as kind hearted as her, I was ashamed.

It was in my bed when I realized how I just wanted to call her up, tell her how much I like her, bring her over and just kiss her for hours, point out every feature of hers I loved, make her feel special.

I needed to tell her, clear my reputation and date the girl of my dreams, make her feel like the only girl in the world, I swore I could push away my old habits.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @tomsonlyslut @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @estxkios @ge-billsgf @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Regardless of who you do or do not ship, those that get mad at people for viewing Wednesday as anything other than straight are just admitting that if they went to school with someone like Wednesday they wouldn’t have idolised her they would have bullied her. It’s giving, “she can be different but only in the ways I personally approve of” which is honestly the antithesis of her character.