#General Pissy Cat Face

[bonefall]

While we’re talking changing who appears in places- can we change the cats helping out with Sunbeam’s rock trial? I was so confused why the cats selected to help were selected. Sure Cherryfall because she was going to be the one opposing Sunbeam, why not, anyone can do that though honestly and not who I take issue with being there. But Alderheart was there? The medicine cat? Don’t you think he has better things to be doing than pushing a rock around? Where’s Lionblaze aka “I may as well still have my god given super strength”? He could easily be the cat that gets pissy for Sunbeam “not listening to senior warriors” and maybe with age feels that she doesn’t respect him, head of patrols, enough to warrant her staying this sabotaging her in the third trial. I felt robbed that Plumstone who seemed to be established as another bg strong cat was absent. Sure sending Sunbeam with all the strongest cats would make it easy but it’d also be making it safe considering Ivypool didn’t want the rock to hurt anyone and it’s a pecking rock. Why not send your strongest cats to deal with it?

I feel very strongly about this trial, can you tell?

I'm a bit dissatisfied with certain trials in general. Most of the time I LOVE the new trials they made, I think they've been super creative so far, but some have been so lackluster that I need to shine them up.

Namely Berryheart's active attempts to get challengers killed. Someone has to get ACTUALLY hurt by one of those, instead of them just being generally unfair and no one raises an objection about it. I did not like the spring-powered adder that went BOING out of a log.

I will say that I would like to expand on Plumstone in this arc, plus her whole little family. They're in an interesting place, with Bumblestripe coming back from Ferncloud's Parting while leaving his father with the Tribe, Blossomfall still reeling with emotional abuse she suffered at the paws of the impostor, Stemleaf's death and Spotfur raising his kits, and Shellfur's mateship with Fernstripe.

Plumstone ALSO has some stuff going on. She's besties-maybe-dating Thriftear, Bristlefrost's sister, and yet she's one of the more outspoken cats about how she's getting tired of the ThunderClan nepotism. She's strong, reliable, and a competent warrior-- so HOW is it fair that Nightheart keeps getting all these undeserved "chances to prove himself" when SHE is here, SIGNIFICANTLY more orange, and wants her own chance to shine??

I still see her personality as being "a dear" lmao, she's not mean, but she's also not willing to bite her tongue either. She will say what's on her mind, and point out unfair treatment when she feels it.

Thriftear supports this. Yeah, she's a descendant of Firestar and a great warrior, but she EARNED the respect she gets. Bristlefrost did too. Nightheart doesn't even want his legacy, why is this clumsy humbug still getting special treatment?

Good-cat bad-cat pair type thing going on.

So I'm probably going to let them both act as a unit, since BB's Dewnose isn't in ThunderClan and that was a really random pair-up anyway.

("wait! Elder Bones! Where did Dewnose go?" Probably ShadowClan, here is the BB!ThunderClan family tree. There's been shuffles; the Cloudbright kits are now Whitewing, Foxleap, and Icecloud, 3 "singlet" litters, spaced out over years.)

Quickie thoughts on touching up the trials;

(DISCLAIMER: NOT SOLID. WE DON'T REWORK UNTIL ARCS ARE COMPLETE.)

Berryheart's are going to need serious overhauls. Nightheart's were really cute and I enjoyed them, but BB is supposed to be about how her group is escalating towards violence. I do not want them to stay so "cute" for the story I'm telling.

I also don't want to keep Nightheart failing his last one on purpose. I want his growth to be more based in self-realization than trying to let Sunbeam "save face."

I kinda want Fringewhisker to get injured during one of her own, and then Antfur dies as collateral damage in Nightheart's last. I'd like Nightheart leaving to be half him realizing that his BEHAVIOR is a problem, and half for his own safety.

In ThunderClan, I'd like the boulder one to be more about Sunbeam assembling a team, almost like she's a patrol head.

Since it's her second trial and she displayed some pretty fantastic leadership skills with her first one, I've got an inkling of an idea that Squilf actually talked with Ivy about wanting to legitimately assess her talent.

Like, "We both know that this whole trial-system was just to appease the other Clans. These are meant to be easy because idgaf. But wow, Sunbeam was actually impressive with those kits. What else can she do, if we give her the chance?"

I really like writing Squilf as she's described in Bramblestar's Storm, where her good leadership comes from being attentive of details and making everyone feel useful.

Man... maybe ill save Rosepetal for this arc and let her be deputy during this. Something feels very Rosepetaly about this. Maybe even have Rosepetal be clearly treating her as if she's a Secondary Apprentice, preparing her to take over her reputation of being a prolific mentor... Nightheart comes back from his trip only to find Sunbeam with twice as much respect as status as he ever had.

I can always axe Rose later to get Ivypool in... But I also REALLY love all the Ivypool Deputy Drama with how there's a conflict with ShadowClan... man. why are there so many interesting girls.

Maybe Rose doesn't have to be deputy, but Ivy assigns Rosepetal as the only "mandatory member" of the Boulder Patrol. Like a tutorial tip lmaooo

Sunbeam: "I think I will pick......................" STARES AT ROSEPETAL, "aaalderrr-" Rosepetal frowns "--pluuuuumstone??" Rosepetal nods, "Wise choice."

And lastly. The final Sunbeam trial. Ngl hated it. It felt really boring compared to the previous two, which were super interesting and excellent ways to give some spotlight to background characters.

Riddles don't even feel like a ThunderClan thing. Idk that was a very RiverClan (philosophy) or ShadowClan (trickery) kind of thing.

I think I'll hold off on thinking about it though; I think it would be SUPER cool if I totally overhauled that last trial to make it foreshadow the later books, somehow.

I DO want to keep that disney channel ass Cherryfall being a bitch part though. I love her so much. I'm so glad she's walking in her father's pawsteps and becoming the snot-nosed brat of ThunderClan.

I will definitely be changing how Sunbeam HANDLES it though. Hate the way that the books emphasize never telling anyone anything.

In fact, I kinda want to make Sunbeam approach Sparkpelt for advice, to show she finally has a figure she feels like she can trust.

Explicitly contrast the way that she NEVER felt like she could approach Berryheart, and that so much of her appeasing, avoidant behavior had been because she didn't feel safe or respected.

Here, in ThunderClan, she has family. She begins to realize that even if Nightheart came back and dumped her, Sparkpelt and Finchlight would NEVER kick her to the curb.

So she goes to Sparkpelt about how she is being bullied by Cherryfall, and they TALK ABOUT OPTIONS.

Like, you know,

Spark: "We could go to Squirrelstar or the deputy."

Sun: "I don't want to cause a fuss if I don't have to... besides, idk, I don't want to set the peat on fire, it would be nice if I could be on good terms with Cherryfall later."

Spark: "that's very wise of you, but just remember that Squilst is a very fair person. We can always go to her. Do you want any backup at all or do you want to do this on your own?"

Sun: "I think... I think I actually do need to do this on my own. If I was being confronted, I think I would just double down if I was being attacked in a group. That was right with Brambleclaw because you weren't trying to convince him, but... what do you think?"

Spark: "I think Cherryfall's just like her father and her ego is everything to her, so I think you're right on the mouse with all this. Honestly, I don't even know how much I'm helping here!"

Sun: "Oh but you are helping! You're helping a lot! StarClan... it feels so nice to just... have someone to listen. Thanks, Sparkpelt."

Basically, tweak the trials to bring them more in line with the themes and messages of BB, y'know? And also beef up the Clans themselves, by stressing the various personalities that are at play here. Especially since I quite like how Sunbeam in ThunderClan has some super neat traits she wasn't expressing in ShadowClan.

Like... it feels like it could be a really cool story to tell about how supportive environments can make you really shine. How you can suddenly seem like a brand new person, just by having people who have your back and encourage your autonomy.

#BB!ASC #asc spoilers but like... book's been out a while now I will probably stop using this tag for this book soon #Better Bones AU

[ask-eddiekasp]

Eddie doesn’t smile much. Can he smile for me?

I know Eds comes off like a feral cat sometimes and he has such a cute grumpy face when he is annoyed, but he’s actually a very smiley kid. He laughs and smiles a lot. Mostly cuz of me. You’re welcome by the way.

He’s generally pretty happy, but I think his occasional pissy attitude sometimes makes us forget that. I swear I don’t make him angry 24/7.

He really does have the cutest smile though.

-Richie

#richie tozier #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #ask richie #ask eddie kasp #ask Eddie

[hatchetmanofficial]

since alan is kinda dog/wolf coded, how does he handle an MC that acts a lot more like a cat? Like rubbing their face on him to show affection, knocking shit over for attention, having a generally pissy and demanding demeanor, but can still be rlly playful and affectionate- only when the mood strikes them.

I think it would be kinda a fun dynamic, Alan being an overall smothering lovey Dovey boy and just find his doe-eyes charming, no matter what

[starry-blue-echoes]

no way me? actually finishing a snippet for once? the world must be ending

but also no joke I've had this in my WIPs since mid October and I'm SO happy it's finally done :>

It's been a while since I did anything with the Vampric Joot In Italy With Vampiric Giorno, so how about we change that :)

(also, sorta? warning for implied vomiting. It's not graphic but the implications are there)

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Abbacchio didn’t trust the new guys. Didn’t like them either.

Now, this came to the surprise of literally nobody, including himself. He didn’t like people in general, simple as that.

(Well. Except for Bruno. But he was a literal angel among men and only an idiot wouldn’t like him. At the very least he could agree upon that with the kids.)

But this was different. The newbies were….. weird.

Giorno was a blonde little brat who looked like he hadn’t struggled a day in his life. He was too…… perfect looking, not a single blemish to be seen or hair out of place. No matter where you looked, and believe me Abbacchio had looked hard, there wasn’t a flaw to be found. He always moved with a stupid amount of poise and grace, footsteps quiet like a cat’s and never once looking caught off guard. And the kid wasn’t just a pretty face either, he was smart. He noticed things, small little things that usually only Abbacchio noticed. The kid knew about Abbacchio’s distaste. He definitely knew about the tea. But instead of getting pissy or tattling on Bucciarati, he stayed quiet.

On top of pissing him off, all of it was just plain freaky.

And Jotaro…..

Well. Where to even start with the bastard.

Under normal circumstances, Abbacchio would’ve had begrudging respect for him. He made it clear he wasn’t interested in any of them, but didn’t take any bullshit. He was built like a fucking truck, taller than even Abbacchio was, but he wasn’t a meathead and actually had some braincells. He was admittedly similar to Giorno when it came to brains and noticing things, but he was different in his execution. Blunter for one thing, not even bothering with any pretty words or manipulations. He gave the hard straight facts without any bullshit.

Unfortunately for him, any and all possible respect was thrown out the window because of his stupid fucking outfit.

He’d heard his explanation along with the rest of them when Narancia got nosey and asked. The simple “I’m allergic to the sun” without any elaboration.

And Abbacchio was calling bullshit.

That guy was wrapped up in so many layers that you couldn’t see a spot of skin anywhere. If the sun really was that dangerous for the man then why the hell had he joined the mafia? Abbacchio’s closet could attest to the fact that this line of work went though more clothes than the average person would want to deal with, from bullet holes to knife wounds to whatever the fuck could happen in a Stand Fight.

Unless Jotaro had a complete and total disregard for his life, it didn’t hold up. People only covered up that much when they didn’t want to be recognized and had absolutely no shot at a disguise.

Hence Abbacchio’s current plan.

Jotaro was currently gone with Narancia to grab groceries and wouldn’t be back for another hour. Fugo refused to leave the patio and was waiting for them to come back. Mista was doing a perimeter sweep outside. Bruno and Giorno were talking in the living room. Trish had holed herself up in her room.

Meaning no one was around to see him using Moody to get some answers.

Jotaro had also very conveniently gone upstairs before he’d gone to leave with Narancia, and the stairs themselves were quite loud. Only Trish was up there in her room, so Abbacchio didn’t even have to run the risk of someone sneaking up on him and asking questions (lord knows Bruno wouldn’t be happy if he ever found out). Now, he wasn’t quite sure where upstairs Jotaro had gone, but he could simply follow Moody, so easy fix.

Moody Blues slowly peeled off of him and stood, the digital clock on its head gradually ticking up until it slowed to a stop at around 23 minutes and 56 seconds.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding beneath that coat.” he muttered to himself, eyes narrowing as Moody slowly shifted. It took barely a second before it changed, and soon enough Jotaro was standing right in front of him on the stairs.

“Play,” he commanded.

The copy took a few slow, expected steps up the stairs.

And then just as he left the view of the main room.

He vanished.

Suddenly and abruptly, Jotaro was gone. He didn’t seem to be hit by anything, he didn’t even fade or fizzle out. Just one moment he was there and the next he was gone and Moody reverted back to its usual form.

For a moment Abbacchio had thought that something was wrong with Moody. He rewinded the Stand briefly…. but the exact thing happened again.

What the fuck.

Okay, wait, think about this logically. It obviously wasn’t an attack or anything the man thought was dangerous, meaning Jotaro was likely the one responsible. Abbacchio still didn’t know what his Stand could do, none of them did, but whatever it was it was fucking fast. Much faster than a human. First there was how he managed to get to the docks before they had, then there was catching Zucchero on the boat. Who’s to say he didn’t use it to move. Based on how he’d only been upstairs for a few minutes, he likely hadn’t gone that far.

He felt out with Moody, feeling for the echoes of people who had walked these halls. No one had been here very recently thank god, but it still took a moment until-

There.

Behind one of the doors. Not Trish’s thankfully, that would’ve been awkward, but instead the door next to it.

Abbacchio easily closed the distance, walking up the last few remaining stairs and down the hall, and behind the door was……

The bathroom.

Moody quickly zipped over to where Jotaro had been by the toilet, and for a brief second Abbacchio was ready to skip over it…… 

But the man was hunched over it.

The layers of cloth were peeled away from his face but his hunched over frame prevented Abbacchio from getting a clear look.

But even without seeing his face, it was obvious he was sick.

Okay…… definitely not what he expected. The man hadn’t shown any signs of being sick earlier, so that either meant the apparent nausea had been very sudden or the guy was really good at hiding it.

Abbacchio sped up the replay. Even with the fast forward, it took a few seconds before Jotaro finally stood up, flushing the toilet as he did so. He made his way over to the sink and-

“Pause.” he commanded his Stand.

-and Abbacchio couldn’t help but stare.

He looked… okay this was going to sound crazy, but he didn’t look that human.

The features were…. wrong. He had two eyes, a nose, mouth, all the features that most people had but at the same time it was off. Like the strangeness of Giorno cranked up to an 11. His eyes were a blue almost as vibrant as the sky and sea itself, but around the pupils (which were too sharp too long not right) they were crackled with bits of red like shattered glass. And his skin, it was horrifyingly pale, almost looking translucent in some places. Abbacchio could practically count the veins and-

And now that he was looking at his face, he noticed Jotaro looked…. boney. His eyes were gaunt and his cheeks were hollow, the latter only being accentuated further by his sharp cheekbones.

Definitely way too boney to be losing meals like that.

There was also a strange…… youthfulness to his appearance. From the way he spoke and acted Abbacchio had assumed he was in his late 20s, maybe early 30s, but under the face mask he looked……. young, sorta. Sure the gaunt features and sheer exhaustion made him look older but if you were to fill him out a bit more…….

He looked like a teenager.

And that made a little, minuscule piece of Abbacchio squirm a bit. He was an asshole but…… nobody, especially not a kid (if Jotaro even was one), deserved to look like that.

During his time on the force he’d seen a few cases that still kept him up at night. And some of those cases had involved kids who were far too skinny and quiet with eyes that should’ve been bright holding nothing but a look no child should ever have.

And whil Jotaro wasn’t anywhere near their ages, the look in his eyes was pretty similar.

There was a muted pain in those blue orbs. A tenseness in his face, a heaviness in his shoulders, slight indents in his lips that spoke of having gnawed on them far too many times but lacking any scars.

But it looked so…… normal to the man. A whispered  “play” sent Moody back into motion and he was just…… casual. His movements were easy and practiced, and not once did his expression shift.

This was frankly none of his business. He’d done this to figure out Jotaro’s identity and any possible threats, not analyze him for any…… whatever the hell this was.

So why did Abbacchio feel like he accidentally stumbled upon a rabbit hole far deeper than he first anticipated.

#is this my favorite piece of writing? no. however I finally got it finished so dammit if I'm not proud I got it done #jotaro in italy #vampiric jotaro #vampiric giorno #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #golden wind #jjba part 5 #jjba abbacchio #leone abbacchio #moody blues #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jjba giorno #giorno giovanna #bucci gang #sb writes

[kirwell]

"I need redemption, I'm just a man. Pray for me, brother I need redemption I'm just a man A man on a mission" - Art (c) me (LizzieLass on DeviantArt) Reposting my stuff from DA cause it's dead over there rip

I'm not a huge fan of Blackstar. I read Blackfoot's Reckoning, and I couldn't tell if it was supposed to be a "redemption" story since he was being evaluated by StarClan to receive his 9 lives. He's obviously done a lot of terrible things for a lot of terrible people, taking everything at face value instead of digging a little deeper to find the truth and make his own judgement calls. He idolized cats so much, and it really blinded him to his own atrocities. I don't remember if he ever made amends in the main arc or not before he died?? 

What actually bugs me the most, is by StarClan's own standards, mentioned in some of the newer books, Blackstar should've ended up in the Dark Forest. In fact, A LOT of cats should've ended up there, if StarClan followed what they preach and didn't play favorites. I'm getting off topic but I don't understand how StarClan got PISSY with Leafpool and Squirrelflight about having illegitimate kits and lying about it, but cats who murder and generally do awful things, get a free trip into cat heaven! I don't get how you can justify someone like Ashfur and allow him into StarClan, but actually consider condemning Leafpool, whose worst crime was HAVING BABIES !! and babies who actually saved the clans, sooo why ya'll mad starclan?? Imagine being judged by Bluestar and Yellowfang of all people... literally the least qualified to be judging people. im sorry, im mad. Idk bro, its sus. Starclan be gatekeepin' fr

but yeahhh, I didn't like Blackfoot's Reckoning. I was in mental agony reading through it. I feel like the purpose of his novella was the Erins trying to "redeem" him in the eyes of the readers like "ohhh look Blackfoot wasn't all that bad, he wasn't a bad person, seeeee, he deserves to be in starclan." But all it did was show me how UNQUILFIED he was for a leadership role. This dude really was a sheep his entire life smh. we all joke that darkstripe was a simp for tigerstar, but lets be honest, i'm pretty sure Blackfoot was too. How else could he be so blind to literal cat war crimes??? Erins... It's OK to have non-villain characters be seen in shades of grey. You don't need to make them squeaky clean and void of all faults in order to call them a good guy. The world is more than black and white. Lesson of the story. StarClan is really wack with their judgment calls and blackfoot was not a good, nor a smart person. ShadowClan deserved better. And I have an au in the works to show just what I mean,, if i ever finish it .. ^^;

#warrior cats #warriors #cats #erin hunter warriors #erin hunter #blackfoot #blackstar #blackstar wc #wc #warrior cats designs #blackstar redesign #starclan #i hate starclan #warrior cats rant #ranting about cat books #blackfoot's reckoning #squirrelflight #leafpool #ashfur #bluestar #yellowfang #im sorry blackstar fans #but he sucks #lizzielass #digital art #warrior cats fanart #fanart

[shiba-inu2006]

@vtoriacore

!Reign reaches Twisted Wonderland!

How did I get here??

So many questions that need answering. She's in a world She's never seen before!

Ultimately just confused and anxious because her surroundings are completely unfamiliar to her.

Was it midnight when she got there? Yes. In her world it was... So she was sucked out of bed at 3 AM.

Mama always did say to pray if she was awake during that time....

After all that explaining from a weird man in a bird mask, and a talking fire cat, Reign was a little less nervous, but definitely more on her guard.

"No he's not my damn familiar! I've said that five times now!"

After that fire fiasco, and being publicly embarrassed by a goddamn mirror for not having magic, she's freaking out because "why can't I go home!?"

After being introduced to the run-down ramshackle dorm, she was pissy about it to say the least.

"Kind and generous my ass..."

That whole ghost situation had her clinging to Grim for dear life. That anxiety wasn't just crippling to her. Grim's lungs were getting crippled.

"SUDDENLY I'M A JANITOR WHO DOESN'T GET PAID!" Reign exclaimed, crossing her arms.

This was not turning out to be a fun trip!

After a horrible night's rest, she got up, and went to so the thing she was told to do.

After Grim and Ace go at it, and Reign gets included in their mess, she already has words to say.

"I DIDN'T CHARE THE DAMN STATUE! WHY AM I CLEANING WINDOWS??"

Suddenly she wants to go back to bed and eat. Yeah I said eat.

Let's just say, she's getting more irritated by the second.

The mine situation turned into her grabbing the biggest stick *being a whole ass tree branch* and swinging it at the monster's ink bottle face!

After treating the monster rather gruesomely, they head back with a mage stone! YAY!

After becoming a student and learning that she has to practically babysit a bunch of guys, she realizes life is gonna be more stressful than a little bit.

Riddle got cussed out after Ace came running to her dorm AT MIDNIGHT over some tarts.

Riddle has been getting cussed out a lot lately. Reign absolutely hates control freaks, and too many rules. Don't try to make her follow any or you're going on the hit list.

Stepped on Leona's tail?? Oh he's upset about it?? "Maybe, I don't know... DON'T HAVE YOUR TAIL IN THE WALK WAY NEXT TIME!!"

She doesn't give a damn if you're royalty. Disrespecting her and acting like she's a bad guy, especially after trying to apologize means that your rank in life means jack shit to her.

Let's just say that any overblots are gonna be really confused because when she comes in, she doesn't react with fear, she reacts as though she was going to do dishes and her mom told her to do them as she was about to.

She actually wanted to make friends with the Tweels because she thought they seemed fun.

Floyd do squeeze? LOOKS FUN! LEMME GET IN ON THAT!

She reads a lot so she somehow got 100% in history and potions.

PE.... She doesn't move much unless there's some sort of motivation to move. "What am I getting out of running 20 laps?? Nothing?? Imma go sit then."

If she ever got into a fight, it never goes unprovoked and she'll beat you until someone pulls her off, or until she's satisfied with how much damage she's done.

That's it for now guys! Hope you enjoyed

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst mc #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #twst #dire crowley #twst meme

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Given how humanity reacts to life in general, can we picture the INSANELY good memes that would have been made in the Martian universe while they tried to rescue Watney?

1,162 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#4

Honestly? The only valid love triangle in a YA novel is the one in the Hunger Games, solely for its deeper metaphorical meaning. Like in the movies, it got blown out of proportion as a "ooo who will Katniss kiss, identical hunk #1 or identical hunk #2," but in the books the meaning is written so much better. It's way clearer how they represent her future, like Gale can hunt and wants war and to fight, and Peeta can bake and he's strong and soft. To Katniss, it's so much clearer in the books how in choosing one, she's either choosing to scrap along and fight, or to heal and grow from the trauma she faced in her youth.

And look like this is a short summary, I'm just pissy about how much the symbolism was reduced in the movie until it was "ooo love triangle romance marriage kissing ooooooo"

2,873 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#3

Having a Steddie thought bear with me....

Eddie, never having had a real relationship in his life, wanting to do everything right with Steve, like dates and flowers and gifts. And asking for permission to date him. But of course Steve's dad is fucked off to who knows where, so Eddie winds up asking Hopper, who just stares at him in complete and utter silence for several minutes and Eddie breaks out in a cold sweat as he remembers every time he did some maybe-sorta-super-illegal shit. Of course Hopper is fine with it and all, but by god, does he give Eddie one hell of a shovel talk and implies his murder if he hurts Steve.

5,015 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#2

The best thing to come out of the Encanto fandom is that we all agree Dolores listens in on the Rat Telenovellas and is very invested in them

5,160 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Love that one scene in Return Of The King that's like "bad news, sauron knows everything pippin knows. good news, pippin knows absolutely fuck all."

42,627 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

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[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again. The ask was definitely worth the wait. I’m slightly scared that Oswald is going to show up and hurt Remus. But if he does then maybe it’ll give Remus the chance to confront him and recognise that what he did was abuse. Also it might help Remy to draw parallels between Oswald’s treatment of Remus and Virgil’s treatment of them.

Sorry, please excuse my brainstorming I’m incapable of accepting happy ‘angst free’ moments and am already speculating on how it will go wrong. Virgil can’t show up for a while now because he’s with his parents so my mind turns to Oswald. either way I’m excited, and a little scared, to see what comes next.)

Hi Remy, it’s the Drug ghost. I think you should try to talk to Remus, worst case scenario is he doesn’t want to be around people at the moment and then you can give him some space. But if he does want company then you can be there for him. I can help you walk over to him if you are struggling, it’s not an issue for me.

Also make sure to remember that you are loved and that you deserve all the love that you are given plus more. I’ll keep out of your chat with Remus but feel free to get my attention if you need something, until then just pay no attention to the ghost behind the curtain. (This is a reference to a movie called The Wizard of Oz don’t worry if you don’t get it.)

Tw: Talk about (past) sexual assaults, general talk about abuse, minor drug mentions. I will put a ~ right before and after the worst of it so it can be skipped

Remy was still laying silent with Janus' arm around them. Your big eyes popped up above the edge of the bed as you whispered your message to them.

"girl you're right. remus wouldn't be the type to get all pissy at me over something like this. thanks, you watchers know how the logic part of my brain ain't working no more. Like 99% of my logic comes from you people"

They gently moved Janus' arm away. He immediately hugged onto a pillow instead and mumbled out something about his boyfriend between snores.

Your eyes shone a calming orange to hopefully help with the pain as they leant their elbow on top of your ghost head to try and get up. As soon as they stood up their knees began to shake and nearly buckle.

An ice cold hand appeared on the other side of Remy to help. The blue silhouette of the ghost shone a bit extra blue to send them a smile.

The two ghosts helped Remy out into the living room. Remus still sat on the couch with his back turned towards them. He was unusually still.

A floorboard creaked and Remus immediately turned to look at them. For a moment Remy flinched. The instinct to run and hide when they made too much noise was still wired into them.

Remus let up into a soft look "Good morning Beanie" There was this weirdly solemn expression on him.

"I always thought of you as like a night owl" They replied as the ghost gave them a final push to the couch before both cramming together behind the curtain.

"Beanie, it's 1 pm"

"I think Janny is like hibernating" They practically sank down into the couch "We should like scare them awak-"

They cut off their words in an instant as they took their first look at Remus. He was sitting hunched forward with his elbows leant on his thighs as he moved something between his fingers. It was a small plastic bag filled with white powder.

"Hey beanie. This is ketamine, isn't it?"

Remy forced themself to nod.

“I swear I wasn’t like prying around your home like a thief” Remus quickly assured “I genuinely went out to the kitchen to get water ‘cause my mouth felt like a dry cat anus and I immediately started to dissociate again. I just opened a cabinet and saw it”

“It’s Virgil’s” Remy lied.

He looked over to them and let his eyes wander over their face before mumbling out “Yeah that makes sense”

“No offense babe but uhm should I like take it? I know you’ve been to rehab and all that. I know that you ain’t gonna lose control and sniff it like some ketamine werewolf but still y’know”

They reached out to take the plastic bag away from him. In one fast motion Remus had grabbed onto their lower arm. He made sure the grip didn’t hurt as he met their eyes.

“The bruise around your wrist was from a hand. Those kind of bruises don’t come from bumping into things”

Remy forced themself to keep perfectly still. A nauseous feeling crawled up their throat “Babe I thought you got it” They tried to say it in a jokey way but their voice cracked in the middle of it “Janny they just- they just think the worse but you get it don’t you?”

“Fibro just makes it easy to bruise huh?” Remus replied.

“Yes exactly! And like it was a mistake and he tots didn’t really mean it and he said sorry afterwards and made popcorn and it was just ‘cause I was being such a shithead”

A numbing feeling spread out like a veil over his mind “Yeah.....Yeah...it was understandable....it was........it was...yeah”

They took the ketamine filled bag from Remus’ now slack hands and put it on the coffee table. They hesitated before leaning forward and bonking their forehead against his shoulder. They bonked over and over.

Remus looked down at them as a confused smile spread on his lips “Whatcha doing? If you’re trying to set off the bomb inplanted in my MIGHTY Bones you’re aiming wrong”

“Nah girl. I’m just trying to annoy you like you usually like annoy me”

“Ah. Giving me a good dose of my good ol medicine. Good strategy. Want some coffee?”

“Girlie is that even a question. C’mon now”

He stood up and pressed a kiss to the top of their head before doing a jokey bow “I’m gonna go kill many enemies now on my quest to return with earth shatteringly good coffee!!! Just for you!! My lovely royalty!”

Remy let up into a soft giggle. They playfully took his hand and kissed his knuckle “Good luck my brave knight”

Remus spun around and walked with ridiculously long steps while swinging his arms around and sing-songing “on an adventure! not gonna get stabbed! not gonna get my legs cut off! not gonna get blood on their carpet! on an aDVENTUREEEE!”

He put on a can of coffee and as the beans began to get pressed down into liquid he hummed to himself. The kitchen smelled like rotten food and ketamine but the smell of the coffee kept him grounded. The floor was dirty from pieces of food, hastily thrown away food packages and dirt brought in by shoes. Mold was growing in the corners of the walls.

There was a spot near the wall where the dirt had been visibly kicked around. He hunched down next to it to check. Maybe a bird had accidentally flown in and messed around. There were footprints from two people. Maybe they’d had a close together make out session. There were marks from hands on the wall and one of the footprints had clearly tried to move away or kick the other away. It looked like one person had pushed the other up against the wall and strangled them.

Remus flinched back and hurried to get up on his feet. His hands trembled behind him until he grabbed onto the kitchen counter to keep him stable.

Phantom like sensations went around his wrists. It was so clear. He could feel hands grab onto him. Onto his wrists, onto the back of his head, pressing his waist down. Against the kitchen counter, down against the living room floor, up against walls.

It became hard to breathe. It was so real. Os was right there. He could feel his ex boyfriend’s breathe against his cheek. His rough hands. The smell of his cologne. And yet Remus could clearly see he wasn’t there! He wasn’t blind! But it was so real! So tangible!

He felt something touch against his finger and looked down to see blood. Dried up drops of red blood was stuck to the counter. At first he thought it had to be a hallucination, but no it was actual blood. He remembered the big bruise on Remy’s cheek, how there was a small wound trying to hold itself together in the middle of the blues and purples. He felt sick.

He couldn’t tell if the feeling of blood running down his skin was a hallucination or a memory. His sight went a bit blurry as his mind was quickly trying to dissociate away from the situation. Everything became flat around him, like they’d suddenly turned 2D. The blood ran down to-

The kettle rang. The coffee was done.

Remus jumped and stood frozen for a few seconds as if the kettle was about to attack him before letting out a big sigh. He collapsed onto the ground and buried his head in his hands. He tried to think of all the ways blood could be fun. All of the gory deaths that could bring out the most blood possible. Oceans of blood and vampires and big scary monsters lurking through the woods.

His hands were still shaking a bit as he poured up the coffee into two cups. Remy had wrapped themself in a blanket and were rubbing their feet together to stay warm as he went back to the living room. Their knuckles always got this blue hue when cold, even now when it was nearing spring.

When they saw him they opened up the blanket and welcomed him in. Their arm stayed around his shoulder for an extra moment before letting him adjust the blanket how he wanted to.

“Thanks” They said as they cupped their hands around the cup of coffee to warm themself “I see you were able to like avoid getting caught in a sandpit on the way to retrieve the coffee”

“Yeah I uh managed to not get my head cut off” Remus mumbled back. he felt too nauseous to drink.

The strap to Remy’s top had fallen down so it hung around their arm. Their shoulder blades looked so bare, the silhouettes of their ribs could be seen through the top. Remus reached out and gently moved the strap up to their shoulder again.

Remy turned to him and smiled softly. Their cold feet touched his under the blanket.

“Do you have anything to do today?” Remy asked.

“Nothing. Aside from the normal torturing, drinking pig blood, the usual”

“Could you stay here for another day?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sure. Of course. However long you want me to”

Remy bumped their head against his shoulder “I think I will miss you whenever you’re not here. Not in a like obsessive weird overbearing way. Just like a small lil missing”

“I miss you too”

“Why you saying it in the like present?”

Remus shrugged.

“Do you remember how long we’ve known each other?” Remy asked.

“Beanie-babe you should know my memory is shit”

“Mine is too”

“It hasn’t been That long I think”

“It feels like far longer. In a tots good way”

“Knowing you feels like a very old injury” Remus replied “Like when you crack your wrist as a child and it still snaps extra loud because of what happened all those years ago. It feels like I’ve known you that long”

Remy sat down the coffee cup against the table and leaned a little closer “Do you think it feels old ‘cause we’ve both been two people?”

“Oh look at you being a super smart philosopher” Remus teased.

“A super duper sexy one as well”

“Yeah. SUUper you got lots of nice organs under that skin”

“But c’mon. Does my theory sound That bad?” Remy asked.

"It sounds a little nice. Both of us been two people huh” He smiled a little “A sick girl”

“And a sick boy” They filled in.

“And now it’s just us”

Remy took his hand and intertwined their fingers “When we touch I feel all four of us at once”

They closed their eyes and leaned their head forward. They wanted Remus to be comfortable so they eagerly waited for him to take the first step.

“Are they healing well?” Remus asked.

Remy shot back and looked him up and down “What uh what now?” Oh god they had both completely misread the vibe.

“The bruises. Are they healing well?”

“Yeah girl yeah they’re- they’re like tots fine. I’ve always bruised easily”

Remus sighed “I’ve always bleed real easily”

“He knows better” Remy muttered out like they were half unsure of what they were saying “He like- he just tries to make me happy- he knows better than me how to like make sure i’m safe and happy ‘cause I’m all stupid and pathetic and can’t take care of myself”

“Too delusional to know what good for me” Remus whispered to himself.

“What?”

“Nothing”

He moved out from the blanket and sat as far away on the couch as he could. He mumbled out something about it getting warm as an excuse. Remy curled up closer to the other side of the couch in return. They sipped on their coffee while glancing over to him over and over. A silence firmly planted itself between them.

Remus started to nervously bite on his fingers. He tried to keep his breathing steady. There were phantom hands- Oswald’s hands on him again. The sight of the dried blood flashed before his eyes. The marks left on the kitchen floor. The bruises all over Remy’s body. The silence of their pain.

A part of him wanted to take their hand and guide them out of there but another much louder part of him was straining his hair and screaming in horror about how if Remy was being abused that meant He had been abused. There were too many similarities. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.

Think about how Oswald also made you become isolated in your apartment just like Remy is, Remus thoughts reminded him. It wasn’t abuse. He was just telling you the truth about how much people, even Rowan, loathed being around you.

Think about how Oswald persuaded you out of going on hormones just like Remy has said Virgil did. It wasn’t abuse. That’s just how relationships with cis people go.

Think about how Oswald would have to restrain you or push you down or hold his hand over your mouth so hard that it left similar bruises to Remy’s. It wasn’t abuse. You were just creating such an overemotional fuzz over nothing he had to make you quiet. You gave him no choice.

Think about how Oswald talked you into not taking your medicine just like-

Think about Remy Damnit!

Remus turned to his best friend and rose so fast from the couch a cushions fell down onto the ground. He took Remy’s hand, looked them directly into the eyes and breathlessly let out.

“Love, we have to leave!”

“What- What are you talking about!? I thought you understood!”

“I do! I do understand! Which is why we gotta wake Jannie up and leave!”

A look of betrayal swept across Remy’s face “You agreed that Virgil had valid reasons for like- like doing what he does- did! He’s gonna stop! Everything is gonna go back to normal if I just like stop being such a horrible partner!”

“No- Remy-”

“I can take it! I’ve always taken it! I can survive it! I’ve done it before! It can’t get any worse than this. It’s all gonna get better from here. Viv is worth it! Our relationship is worth it! I can’t lose him! I can take pain. I can’t take living without him!”

Remus sat down on the couch arm and cupped their cheeks “I’ll be here. Janus will be here. You’ll survive. I’ll make sure of it. If you ever dare dying I’m going to hell and I’m resurrecting you!”

Remy closed their eyes and shook their head “No. No. It’ll get better. I’ll just have to- I have to-”

“IT WON’T!”

He glanced around as if Oswald was waiting behind some corner, ready to jump out at him. A lump formed in his throat and he tried to push it back. His hands let go of Remy. He felt too ashamed to touch them.

~

“Uhh y’know actually I- I- About a week after I’d moved in with Os we uh we went out with some of his friends to a bar an-and they- they all misgendered me and Os said sorry and said that’s just how his friends were- but that isn’t important- we went home and I was- I tipsy and tired and I just wanted to sleep and I- I remember nearly passing out as soon as I hit the bed but Os he- he was- he was laying next to me and I saw him uhh..touching himself and i remember slurring something out about being ace or sex repulsed or something and he just- he just assured me he was only enjoying himself. the sexual stuff didn’t involve me at all and- and I thought yeah that makes sense. he has every right to- to do that in his own bedroom. An-and when I woke up in the morning there was....bodily fluids on me from him but nothing more he hadn’t done anything but I still- I still felt so filthy but when he asked I said it was okay ‘cause he had a point and he made me promise not to tell anyone ‘cause if someone heard he’d helped me get into a bar and given me cigs and alcohol he- he’d get in trouble. So I didn’t tell anyone. I never told. Not until right now”

He looked over to Remy while feeling like an old wound that had just been scratched raw open once more. They reached to take his hand but hesitated and kept their distance.

“I’m sorry. Babe I’m real sorry that happened. Feeling like that wasn’t like an overreaction at all. I can promise you th-”

“That’s not the point Remy. It didn’t get any better. It only got worse. ANd I just kept deluding myself into thinking it was fine. I kept making excuses”

“Are you- What the hell are you trying to imply” They said it in an ever so soft tone.

Remus hadn’t even told Rowan anything. She’d had pieced together things here and there from his flashbacks, what triggers made him dissociate, what made him throw up, The blood. He looked at Remy. It was just them. 

He took a deep breathe.

“It started with that night yeah but...it kept happening. I don’t know how many- he got more handsy and- and it was so often- it felt like so often- I’m unsure if it actually was often- I have no idea- but I couldn’t sleep anymore- My body constantly ached from being too tense until- until I- I went into psychosis while at work an-and I hurt myself- a coworker had to stop me- And- Os- Os used it as a reason to make me quit my job- I got stuck in that apartment- he made me quit my antipsychotics. He told me they didn’t help. They only hurt me. He knew better”

Even though he was starting to look moreso through Remy than at them they kept nodding every now and again to show they were genuinely listening.

“I was constantly paranoid. I was constantly overanalyzing myself to find what I was doing wrong. He started to touch my- my thighs when we sat close together. He touched my....my...behind as a joke. I woke up with his lips against my neck- my mouth an-and when he- during the times he would touch himself he started to...to like...not touch me but- he- he- he grabbed my wrists or thigh or pulled in my clothes- ANd I just kept overanalyzing Everything! I couldn’t understand why this was happening so it had to be my fault! I had to be sitting too close to him! I had to be wearing too little clothing! I had to be leading him on! I had to be broken ‘cause a normal gir- boyfriend would have enjoyed it! So- So I changed as much as I could- I wore my binder all the time, I always sat as far away as I could so when he held me down or pulled me too close it wasn’t completely my fault, I barely slept, I stopped wearing shorts even in the summer. But i kept happening! And every single time it did I was able to come up with another reason for why it was my fault!”

Remy opened their mouth to let out some nasty comment about Oswald but no words seemed quite right so they stayed silent.

“Saying it out loud makes it seem so...obvious...but it’s like when- when you don’t see how much your friend has aged until you see a photo ‘cause it happens so slowly. An-and I was- I was high....a lot....Os- After i went off my meds he said His Meds would help me more. He knew better. He was older he’d seen how this stuff had helped other people. His past girlfriends and all that. He usually didn’t even tell me what drugs he was making me take. He just told it would make me feel better. Calm down for once. Stop being so annoying or overbearing or overemotional. I swear I didn’t always want to get high! I tried saying no sometimes! But he would- he would- until I agreed! It would take the paranoia away! And the delusions! Hopefully I would stop ranting about my stupid interests. He said it all as a joke. All the insults. How my nose was too big, how i was always chatting about my stupid interests, how i seemed so cold when i didn’t cuddle with him. he never yelled at me. Never even raised his voice. Never hit me. Only pushed me into things or held me down or- but he always made it seem like he had good reasons- I was just too frantic- I didn’t realize- I stopped talking ‘bout my interests. I stopped it all. I just- I don’t remember most of it! Most of the- He made me take my clothes off- I was high- I don’t know- I was always high- So he could look at me an-and enjoy himself- I- I think he told me to- made me do things to myself but I don’t remember! I don’t remember! It happened so slow! First like like touching through- then- he took my shirt off- few weeks later- I don’t- I remember puking constantly! I remember constant headaches! I remember my body hurting the mornings after. It wasn’t the normal hurt I swear. It wasn’t- I don’t remember- I don’t remember”

“You don’t have to tell me” Remy suddenly said. 

“I- I know”

“You don’t”

“I want to. I need to. I need to say it so I know it was real”

Remy nodded at him to show it was okay to continue.

“I- Os changed my phone number without me knowing so I thought Rowan had just- she had just stopped contact- He said I was too unstable work- to take care of myself- to know what would make me happy....I....I felt like I couldn’t survive without him”

Remy’s knuckles turned white as they held onto the fabric of the couch. Their teeth gritted together ever so slightly. It was too familiar.

“I barely remember anything! YEARS of my life just gone! Except for pain and how it felt an-and the worst details- I was high- I couldn’t- I would wake up half dressed or bruised or with..fluids on me- an-and after a while- I- I woke up an-and there was- My mouth ached- There was a taste- even if i puked- even if i put soap in my mouth- even if i binged on food- I could still feel it”

He was visibly holding back tears.

“Oswald said I was just delusional. I was just imagining it to have something to go crazy over. That he would never do anything like that. That I was being a bad partner if I said stuff like that. I was making him sad. I was- I was- He always used my delusions against me. I have delusions. I am not stupid. I know I have them. But I am not dumb enough to think Those kind of aches on my body weren't real- But I didn’t wanna be a bad partner so I- I let him convince- when- whenever I felt it I just- I puked, I made sure not to look at myself as I showered, I moved on, I took more of his meds ‘cause I couldn’t survive without him. I was too stupid and mentally ill and overemotional”

Remy nearly felt sick listening to it. It almost got hard to breathe. They didn't want to hear more. It was too similar. They wanted to shut him out and pretend everything was alright.

“At least he gave me the curtesy of letting me be high out of my mind most times! I- The week- The week before I left- I wasn’t high- I hadn’t even smoked that day- I was- I can remember it perfectly- I mean- As perfectly as someone can remember a traumatic event- It was- He was just gonna- He told me to- to take off my clothes so he could...enjoy himself and- I know it’s stupid but it felt so normal I obliged and- I guess- I guess that means I technically consented so it was my fault and I deserve to feel the shame for it and the guilt and it was all-”

“Shh. Shh. Breathe. He was the one who coerced you” Remy reminded.

“Yeah. Yeah. He didn’t stop- He got...closer- I remember- A cop show was on tv- we were on the living room couch- he put his hands on me- It was NCIS- the show- I think it was NCIS- I wasn’t high- He- He- He put his fingers in me”

It sounded like he had to strain his throat just to get the words out.

“I- I think I tried to stop him- he turned my head to the tv and told me to just keep watching- I stayed quiet- Yeah it was definitely NCIS I think- I was bleeding- When he was done- I was bleeding- We hadn’t eaten dinner yet- He left me bleeding on the couch to make dinner and when he got back he laughed and- he asked if I wanted another round- why else wouldn’t I have moved- I threw up in the bathroom- I don’t remember eating- I was bleeding- sometimes the wounds reopen to this day- And I didn’t leave! I thought I had consented! I thought it was normal! It was my fault! I was the fucked up one! I was the one who needed him! And then he did the exact same fucking thing the next fucking day!!”

He surprised himself with how angry he sounded. He’d never had a chance to voice it before. Being angry at Oswald felt good, it felt right. It didn’t make him feel guilty like it had when he’d been angry in silence.

“Except this second time I got to keep my t-shirt on. How nice of him. I felt so guilty ‘cause I hadn’t been wearing my binder that day- I’d been puking too much- I thought it had to be the reason- I- I remember- We were in his bedroom- Standing up- His arm around me- His other- When- When his fingers- I remember my feet lifting from the ground for just a moment- After a while he had to cover my mouth- he didn’t want anyone to hear- he said I wanted others to hear- I was that dirty- I was- And then he was done- An-And I still didn’t run- I thought- If I survived it happening once I could keep surviving him doing That to me ‘cause I couldn’t survive without him- I hadn’t spoken to Rowan in- I dunno- I dunno- I didn’t have any money left- I was too delusional- He said I was too- but he was done- There was blood- But he was done- He was done- He was done”

His fingers dug down into the couch cushion. He nearly ripped the fabric open.

“He laid me down on the bed- HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DONE!- I remember- I remember- I was nearly crying with relief it was over- And- And he- He Wasn’t- He- Details don’t matter- I- I had a single thought in my head- My boyfriend is going to rape me. Just repeating in my head- I think some of me died in that moment- a part of me will always be stuck in that bed looking up at him as he is getting ready to- to- I don’t remember running- But my body ran- I’d never fought back like that before- He wasn’t ready for it- I locked myself into the bathroom and I was still bleeding- I- I- He didn’t bang on the door- he was speaking so nicely- I called Rowan for the first time in 6 months- by the time she was there he had nearly convinced me to open the door- She held a knife to his throat to get him away from the door- I left all my belongings there- She just guided me out and I never saw him again. I never even said goodbye. He tried to- my boyfriend- ex boyfriend tried to-”

~

Remus suddenly turned to Remy and cupped their cheeks. His face was red from shame and guilt and fear of them judging him. For them laughing at his face for trying to play the victim, But he had to help them! He loved them!

“I’m so sorry babey” Remy murmured out “You got a whole like notebook of murder ideas right? I wish I could use every single idea against him”

“Remy don’t you get it. It only got worse. I kept making excuses for him! He kept manipulating me! Kept forcing me to rely on him! Isolate me! Being hurt became normal! It’s probably become normal to you but it will get worse! You’ll hit a limit! Like I did!”

They shrunk in on themself “I don’t think Viv would-”

“It’s not about the specifics of it! But he WILL eventually do something so horrendous you WILL want to leave! Even if you love him! Even if you rely on him! You will want to leave or your body will do it for you!”

“I- I-”

“I was lucky! I was so fucking lucky! Do you understand that!? Imagine if the bathroom hadn’t had a lock! Imagine if Rowan had been away filming in another country or she’d stopped caring about me! She could have been HOURS away and by then Oswald would have manipulated me back! Or I wouldn’t have been able to fight off him! Do you understand? If I wasn’t lucky! If Os hadn’t been unable to get Rowan to stop caring about me I would have probably still been with him! Or I would have been DEAD! He would have- He would have continued to- He would have-”

Remus closed his eyes and shook his head. This wasn’t about him. He pressed a gentle kiss to Remy’s forehead.

“Bloody heart of mine please understand. You will probably not be as lucky as I was. Virgil has already blocked our numbers once. He might make you unable to reach out for help. If you stay you WILL reach that limit and me or Janus will probably not be able to help you out of here. Please. Please leave. Please run away with me”

Remus reached out his hand. For a few egregiously slow seconds the two of them sat there and looked at each other in pressed silence. Before Remy took his hand and held onto him like it was the last thing they would ever do.

And they nodded. 

Remus shone up in a bright smile and pressed a kiss to their cheek “Let’s go wake up Jannie then”

He stood up and let them lean against him as they walked. Remy mumbled out a quiet question if he was okay with being this close right after saying all that. He murmured something back about how it was okay since they were his Beanie.

He sat down against the bed before jumping onto the side of the bed Janus was still sleeping on. They had wrapped themself up into the blanket like a snake digging into the sand. Remus patted his hands right on top of their head while exclaiming.

“Boo! Wake up! Wake up!”

Janus opened one eye “Wake me when the apartment is on fire”

“We’re leaving” Remy said.

In an instant janus was already halfway up from the bed “Indeed! We are! Do you need anything? Any important documents? Clothes? Meds?”

“I...I think one of the watchers put all of the important stuff in a bag in my closet”

“Great” Janus looked between the two of them. It was so starchily clear something had happened between them but they didn’t want to pry “I will go and get everyone’s jackets then. Re-check if we perhaps have missed anything important. Like any organs or money. The normal things”

He let out a yawn while quickly leaving the room. The bedroom door closed behind him. Remus and Remy looked at each other. There were still tear streaks on his cheeks.

“It’s uhm the bag is in that closet. Behind all the like shit” Remy said while pointing.

“Nice nice nice” 

Remus leant down and looked around in the small closet. Remy fiddled with the ends of their skirt.

“Hey babe?”

“Mhm?”

“I know we don’t got like much time to talk right now but I....I’m really sorry...I wish I could pour cyanide down His throat for you...If you ever want to talk about it again I’m here y’know. I will listen or just sit with you. I promise. You are the most wonderful lovely and fucked up IN a good way duder I know. You never- You never deserved it. I hope he feels so guilty he can barely sleep. I hope he pisses himself every night. I hope you know all reasons it was your fault is total bullshit. I uh I love you y’know”

Remus turned around and sent a soft look to them. He pulled out the bag and stood up. He leant their foreheads together.

“Thanks Beanie” He murmured out.

“Are you alright with a hug?”

“Think so”

Remy wrapped their arms around him. They didn’t squeeze too hard, they wanted to show that he could step back whenever he wanted to. He embraced them back.

“Whenever I tell people ‘bout my dad being a tots abusive piece of shit I always like worry people are gonna see me differently so I just like- I wanted to let you know I still see you as a stinky raggedy little rat man. Nothing has changed. I’ve just gained another person to be pissed off at. And I’ll like extra check before like cuddling too close and that stuff. That’s all, unless you tell me some new boundary or something like that”

“Thanks” Remus whispered again “Sometimes i get scared all I am is what happened to me. Like I’m- I’m used up goods- a wound- a- but we’re not. The only ones who should feel shame for what happened to us for the rest of eternity are our- our abusers”

“I-”

The sound of a door opening rang through the apartment. Both of them flinched by instinct. Remy held onto him harder without realizing it. Remus moved his arm in front of them without realizing it.

“Babe? Remy? You okay?” It was Virgil’s voice “I’m hom- YOU! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?”

“A demonic snail brought me here actually. Had no choose in the mater. Neither did your precious Remy” Janus smoothly lied. He was making his voice sound as calm as possible “Mayhaps they could see that leaving your disabled partner all alone on a short notice wasn’t a completely good decision”

“YOU DIRTY SLUT HEARD THAT MY PARTNER WAS ALONE AND THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD TIME TO EXPLOIT THEM HUH!? YOU DISGUSTING MOTHERFUCKER WAS JUST READY TO MANIPULATE THEM AGAIN! I KNEW IT!!”

“Oh please with the name calling. You should happy I have enough self control to not beat your goofy ass into the ground”

“YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING SCARED ‘CAUSE I DON’T HAVE SELF CONTROL! NOT WHEN IT COMES TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!”

“You have the strength of a wet cigarette and the bone density of a sorbet”

“I’VE NEARLY BROKEN YOUR UGLY ASS NOSE ONCE I CAN DO IT 15 MORE TIMES. FUCKING TRY ME!”

Remy flinched even harder as the sound of something shattering against the floor rang out. Their whole body was shaking while they mumbled out something about this all being their fault and how sorry they were. So sorry. Over and over. Remus stroked his hand through their hair while trying to hide how his hands were shaking as well.

The door to the bedroom was slammed open and Virgil stepped in. His right cheek was red like he’d been punched. His eyes darted between the two Rems before taking ahold of Remus’ hoodie and pushing him away so his back hit the closet door.

Remus watched on as Virgil grabbed onto Remy’s already bruised wrists and held him down against the bed. He towered over them.

“Babe I was going to come home and forgive you and make everything good again but now I see that I was right!! I was right all along!! I wasn’t being paranoid or overly anxious or too restrictive over you or anything! I was right! As soon as I left for even a secOND YOU WENT AND CHEATED ON ME WITH THESE- THESE” For a second he glanced over to Remus “THESE UGLY LIARS! I WAS RIGHT! I WAS RIGHT!!”

Remy tried to shake their head. Aside from the trembling they felt frozen in fear.

“OH DON’T YOU TRY ME! I KNEW IT! YOU NEED ME! YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY RUN INTO THE ARMS OF PEOPLE WHO ONLY WANT TO USE YOU IF I’M NOT HERE! YOU CAN’T TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF! YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING! YOU’D BE USELESS IF IT WASN’T FOR ME! EVERYONE WILL LEAVE YOU EXCEPT FOR ME! THEY WILL LEAVE YOU!”

Remus recognized it so well. He’d been held down just like that. He could feel his abuser’s lips grazing against his neck. Could hear his murmured insults about how stupid or annoying he was. Could see the sly smile on his face as he said it was just a joke if Remus ever talked back.

Remy kept shaking their head. They shut their eyes and tried to jerk away from his grip. Their legs kicked out to try and get him away. They weakly hit his side. In response he moved his hand to their throat. Remy let out a gasp of breathe as he choked them. They felt such shame at Remus being able to see them like this.

His other hand moved up into the air. It closed into a fist. But before Virgil could hurt them any worse a hand gripped onto him, forcing him to stop.

He turned his head and met Remus’ eyes.

“You’re weak!” Remus let out through gritted teeth “That’s why you had to choose someone already physically under you. You’re just that pathetic!”

Virgil let out a yelp of surprise as Remus easily pulled him away from Remy. He’d spent so much time hurting them he’d forgotten he actually wasn’t that strong.

“If it weren’t for Remy you would be NOTHING! And you know it! You’re so empty you need someone to fucking parasite off of!”

Remus took ahold of Virgil’s neck. Not hard enough to choke him, just hard enough to make him freeze. He pushed on Virgil as he began to walk forcing the abuser to stumble backwards.

“That’s how all of you abusers are! You take someone and you dig your fucking fingers into them and you take Everything from them bit by bit! Because YOU need something to fill yourself with!”

He pushed him out into the living room. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Janus. There was blood rolling down their cheek. One of their eyes was shut close. As soon as they saw the other two they hurried into the bedroom to help Remy.

“You TAKE and TAKE and TAKE until your victim is hollowed out and then YOU blame them for acting hurt! For reacting to the pain YOU put them through!”

Virgil’s back hit the wall. His mouth was half open in shock. Remus held him against the wall and forced him to keep looking at him.

“YOU have to convince your victim that they will never amount to ANYTHING without you! YOU have to tell them over and over that they need you to survive! YOU’RE THE EMPTY ONE! YOU’RE THE PATHETIC! WEAK! MISERABLE! ABUSER! WHO NEEDS TO FEED OFF OF SOMEONE ELSE TO SURVIVE! If your victim dares to leave you will immediately revert into NOTHING!”

Remus grabbed ahold of the collar of Virgil’s hoodie and pulled him even closer.

“I hope you’ll be unable to sleep for a long Long time. I hope the guilt over what you’ve done eats away at you. I hope it makes you just as hollow as you tried to make them! I hope you change. I hope your rotten ugly soul changes”

There was an utterly destroyed look on Virgil’s face as Remus let go of him.  

Janus had quickly helped Remy on with their shoes and grabbed onto the bag before helping them out into the living room. They looked over to Remus.

“We’re leaving.” Remus said.

Remy had their gaze firmly planted down at the floor. They didn’t want to see. They didn’t want to think. They just wanted their loves to lead them out of there.

“Wait” Virgil gasped out. He looked over and tried to meet his partner’s eyes but they didn’t look at him “Remy. Babey. I-” With a slight tremor he fished around in his pocket and took out a package of painkillers “I got you your medication on the way here”

He held his arm out to let them take it. Remus cut in and grabbed the package away from him instead and handed it to Remy who held it close to their chest. He kept a hand on Virgil’s shoulder to show he was ready to hold him back if he tried anything.

“I was genuinely going to say sorry and like let you leave if you wanted. I would have been nice if I hadn’t seen these two here!” Virgil continued. “Or I was at least gonna give you your meds ‘cause you’d been such a good par-”

Remus pushed him into the wall again “You’re just guilt tripping them again! They don’t have to be ANYTHING to deserve meds you dipshit!”

Virgil still tried to reach out to Remy “I’m not lying. I swear babe. I was gonna try. It’s just hard to try y’know”

Janus kept his arm gently around Remy’s waist as a small reminder he was there for them. “We can leave at any time. You don’t owe him reconciliation or a goodbye or anything. Not a single thing, okay darling?” He whispered to them.

Remy moved their hand down to Janus’ wrist and moved his arm away. They took an uneasy step closer to their boyfriend and held out their arms. Virgil immediately embraced them.

It was the type of hug two people about to die had. Virgil buried his face against the crook of their neck. Remy held onto him so hard their arms ached, their fingers digging down into the fabric of his hoodie.

For once Virgil didn’t try to hold back his tears. He tried to memorize how it felt to hold them, to feel their skin against his, the smell of their hair. Remy could feel his tears drip down onto their shoulder which made tears well up in their eyes as well.

It was over. It finally set in that it was over. They weren’t sure if they were crying of sadness or relief.

“I’m sorry” Virgil murmured out “I’m sorry. Even now” His hands held onto them even harder “Even now I’m getting the urge to beat you for daring to let those two into our home. I don’t know how to stop it. I want to feel good. You make me feel good. Hurting you feels good. I’m sorry. I wish I could change for you so we could be us again. I never want to let you go. I’m sorry I wish hurting you didn’t feel as good as loving you”

“I’ll miss you” Remy whispered back “I love you”

“I love you too. Forever. I’m sorry”

“I miss you. I miss...I miss something between us that never really was....I miss you....I’m not like ready to let you go”

Virgil hesitated. He took a deep breathe before whispering in his most gentle voice “It’s okay Remy. You can let go now. I’ll try. I hope...I hope one day...I’ll change for myself and you...and...and maybe if you want to.....you can forgive me....and...and we can go out for coffee.....as friends...I love you...You can let go...I won’t be mad...I promise...I’m sorry”

“Yeah” Remy let out a shaky sob “I’d like that. I love you too”

He loosened his arms to let them step back. Tears were still running down both of their cheeks as Janus let Remy lean on them. Remus sent Virgil a last threatening look before following his loves out into the apartment hallway.

The moment the entrance door closed Virgil sat down on the ground and began to sob like his entire world had just ended, which it had. The apartment turned quiet. The only sound was his cries.

“Are you okay?” Remus asked Janus as he saw the blood on their face.

“It’s all good deary, I barely feel i-”

Remy suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. Janus felt how their body seemed to nearly go limp. He had to hold onto them harder to stop them from falling to the ground.

Their eyes were wide and stared out into nothing. The tears kept running down their bruised cheeks. Their fingers twitched and their legs trembled.

“Honey? Bloody little heart of mine? You feeling okay? Need anything?” Remus asked.

They let out a choked back whine while continuing to stare out. 

“You’re safe. Everything is alright. You’re safe now” Janus reminded. They looked over to Remus “Hopefully it’s just shook. If I remember correctly Logan lives nearest. It’s just a bus ride away. Should we-”

“Yeah that sounds good. C’mon. They deserve some rest. We deserve some rest”

#mini fic #thanks for the ask <333 #i cant believe i actually wrote this after all this time #i hope yall enjoy it #i finished proofreading befor e 2 am wooohooo

[kangseluigi]

I almost fell back into a habit of talking to my mother like it's no biggie but today the resentment is rising

it's not even a big thing, just that

a) I'm in bed all day feeling like dying for multiple reasons, then she comes in being snarky and generally annoying b) I get up and force some food down and she goes "slept enough?" with a smirk you can hear and I'm already over it c) she gets pissy when I say she told me something, which like…tbf yes, maybe I misheard, but it's the instantly being angry and defensive for me that gets under my skin cause it happens every. single. time!! every time I say "but you said-" she gets sooooo mad, and every time she just says "NO!! I did NOT say that! There's no reason for me to say that!!!! You ALWAYS do this! YOUUUU never mishear anything it's always MEE and MY fault!!!"" when it would be so easy to say you don't think you'd say that literally any other way. And of course whenever it's the other way around I just say "??? No? I'm sure I didn't, cause I never even thought that" and just stand there confused but calm and wondering how that happened, and she just needs to rub it in my face all "SEE?? See how that is!? But I'm SURE You said that!!!" basically she cannnot be wrong and then accusesme of …not being able to accept being wrong, when I regularly admit to mishearing or not hearing things or maybe forgetting or misunderstanding, and KNOW our communication is fuckeddddd d) she then gets annoyed that I don't hurry to take the trash out before tomorrow morning like babe who give a fuck e) and when I am done with that, feeling physically and mentally miserable, she is laughing loudly and making random noises to demand attention, while I am having one of the worst days of my life.

The bottom line is, thank you, for reminding me just in time, you don't give a fuck about me. I'm tired of it, it doesn't even hurt anymore. I've accepted it tbh. Over the last month, I have completely detatched from her more than in the last few years, which already were putting it all to the test, but foolishly, I still tried to fix things with better and clearer communication. I tried sooo hard to work on it, and yeah, I definitely had moments where I just didn't know how to explain anymore that I cannot have her talk down to me like she does because it makes me SO miserable, which she considred emotional blackmail on my side, cause she just…NEEDS to help me and be clear about things, which is hilarious, cause there is a big thing of mould in the wall by the stairs, on the floor I'm on, which she doesn't pay much attention to and leaves for ages before tending to ONCE and then no more, but then gets mad when I have a couple too many dirty dishes cause ~it's unclean~ like babe, priorities.

Anyway. Today it's been 1 month since Beau died. Just 3 hours and 31 days ago. Which is why I am going through it a lot, among other things, and the whole month she just…didn't seem to care. Not about him, not about me, and yet she's mad that I don't help her with her cat, cause she helped with him, as if I'm not struggling to keep myself alive rn, or get out of bed at all, as if I'm not entirely fed up with her and wishng one of us would finally die so I don't have to deal with her shit anymore, on top of having a difficult relationship with her cat due to the love of my life-cat dying, but you know.

#I HATE that at 31 soon 32 I am still making the same posts I made for 20 years #I've been wanting nothing more but to get tf out of this house for 20 years #I am gonna scream #why must life be this way #everyone says 'just move out you're an adult omg' #cool I'm disabled and broke #so it's not that easy #not to mention the mental bullshit #but now I no longer have to consider Beau's wellbeing in me potentially leaving for a few days or lifetime #it's just I have no will to live lol #and honest it'd be so easy to go to the river right now at 4AM #she wouldn't even notice I'm gone for at least 24 hours I'm sure #it would all be so easy #suicide cw #abuse cw #??? #mother bullshit

[badger-with-a-boa]

Ramble post

Not spell checked, my ADHD makes me go from one topic to another, I make no sense when I'm a little pissy

Yaknow, I really have noticed I go to more women, & especially LGBT women in comic books. Never really knew why. When I first gained a series interest into comic books, now a special interest, I just thought these specific characters were cool. Now primarily every character I learn about & love end up having some things in common, mostly being women (and most LGBT). Now this could be the obvious, "You're a lesbian". Sure, but I didn't pick these characters to like, my brain just chose them. And plus, a lot of the characters I find interest in, I can relate to one way or another.

Also, a lot of women in comics are heavily sexualized. Yes, sometimes I get it. Like Black Cat for one. Not everyone researches on a character, learns their backstory, etc. It's not too typical. But also, it kinda sucks seeing a character you relate to on, sometimes a sad note, be so sexualized all the time. Makes me feel a little weird liking that character sometimes.

-

Being into comics is fun, but sometimes there's a slight con being an (afab) trans* fem presenting person into comic books that mostly gets comics with women on the cover. It's often looked down upon. As a kid, I was bullied for being into comics simply because I was a girl. The boys would pick at me for only liking the women in comics. I didn't see the big deal. Now older, I see how negative the comic community can really be towards women, fem presenting, & just afab people in general. Even worse if you mostly like the girl characters.

When I was at a convention just two days ago, I went to some booths to look for comics I was after. One booth specifically got on my nerve. The guy running it would not stop pestering me, asking if I needed help, calling me "little lady" often, almost acting as if I didn't know what I was doing. It was funny however when he saw my stack of comics I picked out to buy, like he was shocked. That's the shit I face quite a bit, and part of me is tired of it.

-

That's why I admire the women in comics, that's why I admire women that make comics, that's why I admire women that run comic book shops.

I finally get to love comics in peace without ridicule, but that doesn't mean I don't get the weird glances at comic book shops when I'm searching through the Spider-Man or X-Men comics.

To the grown men that find it weird...Let me enjoy the fictional women between the pages of a comic book. Let me find comfort in queer characters. Let me just live my life in our shared interest.

I can explain to you how Black Cat learned her skills, I can tell you about Otto Octavius's childhood, I can point out how the different Carolyn Trainer variants are different & similar in personality. I'm well knowledged on variant covers. There's more LGBT X-Men/Mutants than other marvel characters. I have memorized a decent handful of lesbian marvel characters.

(I also blame my autism for this /lh /pos)

Comic books aren't for men, they're for everyone. You gotta just deal with seeing a woman or two in a comic book store once and awhile. Keep your eyes on the comics dude.

[amberfaber40]

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[dememetor]

HEY HEY HEY

I love your writing, can I please get jealous hcs for anyone? Please include suna thi he's my latest brainrot hAHA

hi, thanks for the request! and suna brainrot?? bitch me too the fuck. anyways, hope you enjoy~

(also sorry this is kinda late, i've rewritten iwaizumi and bokuto ones a million times)

Haikyuu boys when they're jealous

characters suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume

warnings none but i'm probably gonna say fuck at some point

Suna Rintarou

he tries to be chill about it, he does

it hurts his ego to be this clingy but god

he can't help but to feel that sour sting of jealousy when he sees another guy approaching you

at first will only take a quick glance from afar, just to check if the guy is bothering you, and then promises himself to stay out of your business

well he doesn't

once he decides the guy has lost talking-to-y/n-alone privilege, he will nonchalantly make his way towards you, one hand in his pocket, other sneaking its way to your shoulder, resting his elbow and giving the poor boy a menacing look

he can be pretty intimidating too with that eyeliner and all

(but that look only works on people that don't know him well, he tried it on atsumu once and the latter just laughed in his face)

not the type to be openly jealous but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you he will start to give you the Glance

blinks slowly (you know, like that one blonde haired guy gif) and looks at you through raised eyebrows as if to say hey babe, i love you and i trust you. what the fuck tho

and when the guy starts being borderline creepy he'll appear between you - and i mean literally will inject himself between you two and strike a conversation with you as if nothing weird happened

they usually get the hint, but this one guy tried to go around him, still rambling about whatever and suna literally turned on his heel and said "come again?" with such unrivaled coldness, his eyes exuding just sheer fucking spite

but like i said, unless the other guy is asking for it, he's not the type to start a direct confrontation

will take you by the hand and leave without much thought because he simply doesn't have the time for that shit

he might seem grumpy afterwards but a couple of soft kisses usually do the trick

soft kisses which are followed by a breathless make out session with you on his kitchen counter because he still wants you to know you're only his

Kuroo Tetsurou

this little bitch

never gets jealous

and i mean never

once pretended he was jealous just to make you feel better (??? his logic? unparalleled) but once you found out you beat his ass

loves it when you get jealous though (he thinks it's cute)

sometimes he does get insecure, but he shows it in an unusual way

like if you've been talking to someone, smiling at your phone for a while he'll just get up and randomly do a couple puhs-ups, start flexing his muscles and shit

all while you're looking at him like,,

"babe, what are you doing"

"oh i didn't think you'd notice me there. since you're on your damn phone all day"

"...are you my mom?"

nah he'll be fine (will steal your phone though)

also it's the funniest thing when he sees someone trying to flirt with you

he will literally walk over there, introduce himself (not mentioning he's your boyfriend) and act really interested in the conversation

he plays this game where he tries to see how long will it take the guy to realise you two are together (longest time: 24 minutes, record holder: yahaba shigeru)

whenever the guy asks you something he will interrupt you and answer for himself as if the guy were flirting with him

"so, like what do you do in your free time?"

"not mu-"

"oh i love taking long walks on the beach, especially during sunsets. i really think it is healthy for the mind and the soul, not to mention quite romantic too. don't you too love sunsets, kevin?"

at one point kevin will have had enough of it

"i was talking to y/n alone here"

"aw don't worry, you're not bothering me"

he is such a pain in the ass

why can't he just be normal

Iwaizumi Hajime

rational, mature, i love him

seriously, he is the bestest boy and he will treat you so well because he trusts you and respects your friendship with other guys as well

but on those rare occasions when he does get jealous,, oh boy

first of all, the PDA skyrockets, he has to have his arm around you at all times - around your shoulder? on your waist? in your backpocket? his hand's been there done that

not in any way possesive but will be really annoying unless you give him your full undivided attention that day

he lets himself be selfish a bit, after all he is your boyfriend he can have you all to himself for a day, right?

jealous sex with him? better prepare a wheelchair cause you want be able to walk straight tomorrow

sees a boy trying to flirt with you? tries not to make a scene but absolutely will throw the first punch if he needs to

one day he was having a particularly rough time at practice and all he wanted to do was lose himself in your arms and fall asleep to the feeling your fingertips tangled in his hair

and then he saw this?? guy? (the audacity!) laughing with you after telling some dumb joke and let me tell you - iwaizumi wasn't having any of it

he came up to you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck

"when are we going home, love?"

and he gives him the calmest yet most fear inducing stare from behind you

and suddenly the pattern on poor boy's pants starts to look awful lot like piss stain

it is actually kinda hot how one single look from him can cause such a reaction

"he was just asking about english homework babe"

"yeah that's what they all say"

Bokuto Koutarou

gets jealous so so easily

it is actually fascinating

will get mad at otome games

"what does jumin han have that i don't???"

god forbid you pay attention to your pet more than him (btw you have a golden retriever and his name is bean)

you're sitting on the couch cuddling with your dog, scratching his ears, ruffling his fur and all that, and there he is, your clingy boyfriend, snuggling right next to you, demanding you play with his hair too

so dramatic

"you smiled at him... the way you used to smile at me..."

"bokuto, he's a dog"

the only guy he trusts 100% to be around you is akaashi, even kuroo is on thin ice

but him and akaashi are something else, one time you three had a sleepover and you felt like you were the third wheel

will act like a tough serious boyfriend in front of others, especially your other guy friends but in reality will look for affection immediately after

oh while we're at it - jealous bokuto kisses? are the best kisses

will also force you to wear one of his shirts for the rest of the day

my poor man is so touch starved so when he feels insecure or jealous he will look for comfort in things like holding your hand, nuzzling your neck or giving forehead kisses

but later that day, when you two are sitting on the couch cuddling he will quietly ask you something along the lines of "you still think i'm pretty, right?"

you can feel him all over you - his hands are creeping down your waist, he's pulling you in, deepening the kiss until all you can see, think and feel is him

he wants to show you exactly how much he wants you and what you were missing out on while you weren't paying attention to him

and it shocks you for a moment because you didn't realise just how much that one short moment of jealousy actually stayed with him

you have to reassure him he's the most beautiful boy you have ever met, and not only that, but also the funniest and the most caring person as well, and that you would never leave his side no matter what happened

and as much as he loves getting praised he always gets embarrassed, so he just smiles in return, but he is also happy to know you're there for him and you don't think he is too much

Kenma Kozume

it depends on his mood honestly

sometimes he doesn't mind it even if the other guy is flirting with you and sometimes will get pissy if you smile at the cashier

but when this boy gets really jealous oh my GOD

he is just like bokuto if not worse; he just hides it so well

one time you went grocery shopping with him and spent the entire time texting your friend who had just told you she was visiting your city

and he got so offended

you didn't even notice it until later that day when you came home and he suddenly refused to cuddle with you

silent treatment

lifts his nose and ignores you, only giving you dirty side glances from under the eye

such a massive sense of pride in those 170 cm even oikawa would be impressed

in my country there's a saying "it's in the smallest bottle that the poison lies" and honestly? yeah

at some point you realise why he's acting like that and you start teasing him

"i am not jealous i am just mildly irritated" is the only thing he deems necessary to say before going back to being unnecessarily pissed

he reminds you of an angry cat

it's kind of amusing seeing him like this but you were also getting real tired of his shit

don't even try bribing him (you tried buying him over with a ps5 but he just looked at you unimpressed, disgusted that you think so low of him)

the only thing he will accept is a sincere apology

if it's sincere or not is up to him to decide, obviously

which can lead to quite some bickering

will try to get you to beg but please have dignity, if you do it once he will make you do it every time

yeah generally a lttle shit but his kisses after making up are just as eager as yours so

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #suna x reader #suna rintarou #nalanon #nalasks #nalarqs #nalawrites #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #kenma kozume #kenma x reader

[slasherwife]

Heyyy, I don’t know if you’ve seen that tiktok where people ‘accidentally’ hit their partner over the head while grabbing their bags from the backseat, but I was wondering if you could make something inspired by that with the slashers

Okay— 😂😂💕 yes of course 🥺I’m saying it now guys, jason vorhees gives me chien-po vibes

Y/n “accidentally” hitting their slasher

Thomas Hewitt

- just a calm drive around the ranch, you and your beautiful husband tommy 💕 you wanted to get your poloroid as you stopped and grabbed the bag, “one second.” You said, and pulled it out, hitting poor Tommy on the noggin.

- thump! He is in fact dazed. He looks at you in confusion. “Y/n are you okay.” Says it like a statement. How the heck did you not see his beautiful face when you pulled your bag up front?

- instantly forgives you when you press kisses all over him saying it was just a prank🥺 definitely leads to car make out💕 *cue sexy music*

Jason Vorhees

- sitting there, in the passenger seat because he cannot drive for his life, giving off Chien-Po vibes from Mulan because he’s the sweetest thing on the planet.

- okay in all honesty this dudes kind of brain dead, he didn’t even realize you hit him before you’re up in his bubble asking if he’s okay, he’s too busy daydreaming about you 💕 so you ask him directly “you okay?” while holding in laughter 💓

- he just looks over and smiles, nodding because “the hecc of course I’m okay boo wdym” ☺️💓

Michael Myers

- You have activated pissy old cat Michael. You’re lucky you’re so adorable. Or else you and Michael would have a little kerfuffle 💔

- looks down at you with a crippling intense, icy gaze as u slowly back away. He grumbles before looking away, letting it slide as you laugh. Your laugh melts inside of him, as it always does, and is slightly happy you got what you wanted or else he wouldn’t have heard u laugh 🥺💓

- but ye he doesn’t find it very funny but with a grumble and a glare, he’ll let you do whatever you want 💕

Bo Sinclair

- “what in the fuck y/n?” Ye, the exact words. He grips his head like u took a jackhammer to it, the drama queen he is. He looks at you betrayed before you giggle like you just won a stuffed unicorn, making him even more annoyed.

- Probably goes on a ranting speech about how much you annoy him in general. You know it’s not true since he literally worships you and can’t get enough of you in bed.

- once it dies down with a “Jesus!” You peck a kiss to his cheek and he pulls away feigning stubbornness even though he can’t stop thinking about how cute you just were, and realizing he overreacted 🥺

Vincent

- He would definitely not let you know you hit him. He’s very embarrassed because he was probably daydreaming when you cruelly knocked him out of his mind-palace.

- He just kinda sinks into his seat with a red face, mortified for no reason as he says nothing 🥺 he knows obviously you didn’t mean it because you’re way too sweet so he doesn’t say anything.

- “Oh my gosh did I hit you?” You say, on the verge of giggles. He slowly nods and you layer his face with kisses and he melts, accepting your apologies with a kiss to your nose💕

#slashers #slashers x reader #i made a thing #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #fluff #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt headcanon #Thomas Hewitt imagine #Jason Vorhees #Jason Vorhees x reader #Jason Vorhees headcanon #Jason Vorhees imagine #michael myers #Michael Myers x reader #Michael Myers headcanons #Michael Myers imagine #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair headcanons #bo sinclair imagine #Vincent sinclair #Vincent sinclair x reader #Vincent Sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair imagine #slasherverse

[wri0thesley]

Imagine creepy roommate Tomura moves in… you’re stating to feeling watched… underwear vanishing for no reason… and the tiny led on your computer cam keeps blinking since you pleaded him to repair it… only to be told you that it’s “normal for that model to do that”.

And then you’re starting to find a “weird substance” on your sheets and pillows that you immediately brush off as drool or something like that.

And everytime he cooks ramen it’s always a little too salty for your tastes.

cw: not sfw text, voyeurism, general creepy behaviour

creepy roommate tomura . . . please. everything you own is so fresh and pretty! all of your plates are floral-patterned and you always look so concerned about him, even went out of your way to buy him some lotions for sensitive skin and place them delicately beside his 3-in-1 (shampoo, conditioner, and body wash!) in the bathroom, not making a big deal out of it. your clothes all smell like some kind of sweet laundry detergent; even your laptop is pink with cute stickers all over it (if he is begrudgingly impressed by your steam library; that just makes him think of you wearing a pair of those cat-ear gamer girl headphones sitting on his lap).

it's your fault, for being so sweet and nice and probably just as much of a bitch as everyone else has always been to him, deep down inside. which is why all of your underwear keeps going missing. which is why you have to replace your (cute, floral, patterned) pillow cases so often. better hope you didn't have any nudes on your laptop or in your cloud! better hope you're not mindlessly browsing anywhere that sells more . . . adult items. you leave your laptop on one night, whilst you sleep, playing some asmr white noise video to try and help your restless dreams, and tomura spends eight hours staring at your body in a skimpy pair of pale blue silk pyjamas and listening to the soft huffs you make as he's pretty fucking sure you have a wet dream.

the ramen is his one attempt to be a 'good' roommate, because he spends most of his time in the dark cave that passes as his room (you occasionally knock on his door, chirp that you bought some more of his favourite snacks and favourite energy drinks, that you're going to do the vacuuming in about a half hour and you're sorry about the noise - and all of his guild chuckle, make jokes about how he's such a pussy for not just jumping your bones right there and then.) you smile at him and say something sweet about how you don't mind doing the cooking, not mentioning the lingering aftertaste of the ramen - you tell him it's nice to be making stuff for two people! (sometimes you bake, and tomura lopes into the kitchen to see you wearing an apron and smelling like vanilla and he hates that the sight of you bent down and domestic and asking him teasingly if he wants to lick the spoon makes his cock throb in his sweatpants.)

maybe a few of his guild friends get sent pictures, taken from your laptop - the ones you wouldn't have wanted him to see (but tomura knows how to go digging around in deleted files). maybe he gets a little pissy when dabi sends back a long rambling diatribe about what he'd do to you if you were his roommate, and how tomura's pathetic--

he guesses he is, when he jerks himself off with his face buried in a pair of your panties and a picture you'd sent to an online paramour of you on your knees with your mouth wide open and tongue stuck out (a paramour that you thought had simply ghosted, but that tomura had actually helpfully warned off with a threat of doxxing and leaking his own nudes) on his phone as he secretly kind of hopes you'll walk in on him--

#nat.txt #bnha posting #im so sorry this made me have some Feelings i guess! #not sfw text #dark content for ts #voyeurism for ts #shigaraki x reader

[fruitcoops]

Ok so what sbout remus/sirius being too sick to go to an away game so the other one has to go alone, and then tons of facetime conversations and "get well soon" videos from the team?

This is related to this fic about Remus and Finn bonding over terrible reporters--hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, and the Loops/ Talker bonding is for @lee-1012!

TW for illness

“You don’t look so good.” Remus frowned as he held the inside of his wrist against Sirius’ forehead. “And you definitely have a fever.”

“Non.” Sirius sat up on his elbows with a groan, then almost immediately flopped back down.

“Yes.” He leaned back on his heels and checked the clock—they had two hours before they had to be at the airport. “Baby, I don’t think you should—”

“ ‘m going.”

“It’s not a good—”

“Gotta go. Games.” Sirius cracked one glassy eye open. “Two weeks away. I’ll take the first couple days off.”

Remus sighed through his nose and brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “You shouldn’t go on the plane if you’re sick. Not just for your sake, but for the rest of us. We don’t need everyone to come down with this.”

He received a halfhearted glare in response, but Sirius finally huffed and curled on his side to nuzzle against his thigh. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, baby,” Remus said quietly, bending to kiss his temple. They hadn’t been apart for that long since before he was a player, nearly a year prior. Hell, he had never played a game without Sirius, let alone two weeks’ worth. “Lily will check on you, okay?”

Sirius mumbled an incoherent response and cuddled closer when he began combing his fingers through his hair. The second alarm beeped, loud against the quiet of their bedroom; time to go, he thought ruefully. Sirius touched his knee as he started to stand. “Love you. Be safe.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you most.”

“Go back to sleep,” Remus said as his heart clenched. “I’ll let Coach know what happened, but you’ve got to rest and take care of yourself. Hydrate or die-drate, yeah?”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Sleep,” he repeated, kissing his forehead once more before hauling himself out of bed and tucking the covers around Sirius’ shoulders. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

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The clouds were a soft, pastel pink around them as the sun rose—Sirius’ favorite. If his phone was correct, Lily would be there soon to let Hattie out and make sure Sirius wasn’t pushing himself too hard. The thought brought Remus a bit of relief, but not enough to quell his concern.

Talker poked his forearm, snapping him from his reverie. “What’s going on?”

“Just worrying.”

“About Cap?”

Remus waved a hand vaguely. “And Hattie, and Lily, and whether he’s got a cold or something worse. Feels weird being here without him.”

Talker hummed his agreement and offered one of his earbuds. “Want to listen to half of Bohemian Rhapsody with me? It’ll give you five minutes and 55 seconds of relative peace.”

“It’s too quiet,” James groaned just before he pressed ‘play’.

Across the aisle, Remus saw Kasey roll his eyes. “Your husband is sick, dude, not dead. He doesn’t talk to you on planes anyway.”

“It’s the principle of the thing, Bliz.”

“Oh my god,” Kasey muttered under his breath, securing his headphones tightly over his ears.

James let his head flop to the side with a baleful look. “Loops, you’re on my side, right?”

“I’ve got you, buddy,” he assured him. Talker stifled a laugh, and the opening chords began as more clouds rolled past. Remus let himself drift with them, taking deep breaths to soothe his worries; Sirius would be fine. He had the sniffles, or at worst the flu, and he would be join them for the second week in top form. There was nothing to worry about.

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“He’s got pneumonia,” Lily sighed.

“He what?”

“A mild case, but the doctor said it would take a week of antibiotics and rest before he’s close to a hundred percent. No hockey for about a month, too.”

Remus stared at the wall of his empty hotel room, lost for words. “Well, fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.”

“Pretty m—absolutely not, go lay down.” There was a rustling noise and two grumbling voices. “Sorry about that.”

“Will you put me on speaker real quick?” Remus asked, pinching the bridge of his nose until he heard a faint click. “Sirius? You there?”

“Yes! I miss you, and I was just going to tell you that it’s really not that—”

“Please sit your ass down. Lily, if he tries to fuck around and find out exactly how nasty pneumonia is, you have full permission to sit on him. I miss you too, love,” he added after a short pause.

“He’s blowing you a kiss,” Lily informed him. “Oh, and he’s giving me the puppy eyes.”

“Resist if you can. Love you both. Give Hattie lots of cuddles from me.”

“We will,” she promised.

The second the call ended, Remus groaned aloud and thumped his head against the wall before padding down the hall. Just my fucking luck. The door swung open after the second knock; Arthur’s face fell. “How bad is it?”

“Mild pneumonia.”

“Fuck.”

“Yep. Doctor said he’d be out for a month.”

Arthur rubbed his eyes and nodded, motioning Remus back towards his own room. “Get some rest, then. I’ll let everyone know in the morning. Any idea how he got it?”

“Not a clue.”

“Thanks for the update, Loops. Sleep tight.”

“I will,” Remus lied as he headed back for a sleepless night between cold sheets.

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Lily sent updates every few hours; most reported that Sirius was sleeping well and looking better with each passing day, but Remus couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly guilty. If something happened while he was hundreds of miles away, he would never forgive himself. He had sworn in front of their closest friends and family to be there in sickness and in health—what kind of husband ditches their partner for one of a million roadies?

This one. He stabbed a piece of broccoli and shoved it in his mouth. And then he goes and makes an idiot of himself for the world to see.

The interview was supposed to be easy, but he couldn’t let it roll off anymore. Not when he couldn’t answer their questions even when he wanted to, not when he was states away from the love of his life while he was sick, not when he felt helpless and shoved aside in every current aspect of his life.

“So.” The chair next to him creaked as Talker planted his full weight in it and set his plate decisively on the table.

“What.”

“Oh, pissy Loops. Haven’t seen you in a while. Talked to Cap yet?”

“Yeah.” Another piece of broccoli fell victim to his frustration.

“How’s he sound?”

“Better.”

“Sweet.” Talker continued to munch away on his dinner. “Anyone ever told you that you have the general disposition of a wet cat when you’re upset?”

Remus tried and failed to keep down a smile. “I seem to recall you bringing it up on occasion, yes.”

His dark eyes softened and he bumped their elbows together. “He’ll be okay.”

“I know.”

“Really, Loops. Cap’s going to be just fine. Lily doesn’t sugar-coat this kind of stuff, and he’s a tough guy. Mild pneumonia doesn’t stand a chance. Besides, we’ve only got four days left and we need you to kick some ass out there.”

If Remus was a little more emotionally vulnerable, he would’ve burst into tears. Instead, he settled for leaning his temple against Talker’s with a quiet ‘thanks’ and allowed himself to be pulled into a side hug. Across the dining hall, Finn shot him a thumbs-up and a wink. “Love you, man.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Talker teased. “The internet is already coming to your aid, you know.”

“About…?”

“Not only have those asshole reporters become a new meme, you’ve also got a shit ton of people bringing up past mistreatment of athletes in the press room. You’re the face of a revolution, Loops.”

“I’ve been the face of too many revolutions for one person,” he groused, not even bothering to duck out of the way when Talker ruffled his hair.

“Well, one more won’t kill you.”

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Remus’ heart raced as he stepped off the plane. The logical part of him knew that Sirius would be waiting outside the security gate, but everything else screamed to see him now, now, right now so he could be sure he was alright. At least he had sounded healthier on the phone the night before—Remus wasn’t sure what he would do otherwise.

“Deep breaths,” James reminded him as they walked toward the baggage claim. “I’m sure he’s—”

An excited shout broke through the thick crowds. Remus’ heart skipped a beat, and then he was running, racing through the people that parted for him as his vision tunneled. His carry-on hit the ground with a low thud that he hardly heard as Sirius lifted him straight off the ground and held him tight.

“I love you,” Remus said immediately, locking his ankles around Sirius’ lower back and squeezing his eyes shut. “Are you okay?”

In lieu of a response, Sirius pulled back and kissed him, cradling one side of his face in his warm, warm hand. Two weeks may as well have been an eternity. He broke away after a moment, searching his face for any signs of illness or pain. “I’m fine,” Sirius said softly, as if he could read his mind. “I promise. A little tired and sore, but there’s no lasting damage.”

“Don’t do that again,” Remus said into the side of his neck as he hugged him close. He smelled like home. “Not when I have to leave.”

Sirius’ arms were steady around his back. “I won’t.”

“I’m going to grill you on everything as soon as we get home.”

“I know.”

“But right now, I’m just going to hug you because I missed you and I worried myself into a hole, like, every night.”

He could feel Sirius’ smile against his shoulder. “I know.”

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #thomas walker #talker #james potter #lily potter #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #sick fic

[industriallyinsecure]

Since this is a shitpost hell I hope you hear me out. What do you think would happen if la squadra's darling, wanting a pet but not getting one (or being allergic to them), started treating them like a pet occasionally? Not in a weird fetish way but rather giving head pats, offering them to rest on their lap while they read, watch something or nap or feeding them a snack when they seem to be doing good. Like a silent companion type of affection?

*Zaps them all with a catboy laser* problem solved

With Sorbet and Gelato you're most likely to be treated like a pet, so you’d probably pick up on their love language too. Gelato loves physical affection while Sorbet is happy with quietly sitting next to you while the TV is on. There’s lots of love to go around, and plenty of loving head pats and back scratches for the three of you. Please give them both the same amount of attention, though. You’ll be accused of favoritism, and Gelato has a rather nasty jealous streak. Sorbet is far more understanding and doesn’t complain when you give Gelato more domestic sweetness than him. Gelato is needy, but he’s more than happy to let his tesorino take his share of your affection.

Risotto isn’t a cuddler. Even though he was deprived of it as a child, he still didn’t force you to touch him or force you to let him hold you. It was already like living with a cat in a sense. He tended to watch from afar, eyes fixed on your every move. It’s when you called him over to rest in your lap that his opinion changed. You took his hat and put it on, tracing his buzzed undercut and playing with his messy mop of snowy hair. It would’ve been more therapeutic if he hadn’t locked up and stiffened when you did it. Gradually, he came around to having a little bit of loving attention, but always shied away when he had enough. In an odd way, it was cute. A big giant killer who had kidnapped you was shy about being loved on. On days where he was particularly stressed or didn’t want to be touched because he was still on high alert, you’d attempt to stand on a surface to make yourself taller and gently pat his head.

Ghiaccio is already pretty much like a cat. He’s temperamental, only lets you touch him on his terms, and is very aloof. There’s a high chance he already rests his head in your lap after a long day, but you gently combing through his curls was new, and surprisingly not unwelcome. He did get a little pissy when you started to gently rub his ears when he ranted though. He looked it up the day before and found it was a way to soothe anxiety and promptly started denying that he was anxious in any way and didn’t need your comfort. It was...tense, to say the least, when he put his head in your lap the next time. Of course, growing used to your gentle petting, he was miffed when you didn’t give him the attention that he wanted. He starts to headbutt and place your hand on his head. Absolutely do NOT feed him anything! Even as a joke! He might bite you.

Melone loves it!! He’s a very big believer in physical affection and will melt in your arms if you stroke his back while he works. And he’ll be over the moon if you play with his hair! His favorite is if you two are wrapped up in warm blankets with a rom-com or comedy movie on so he can snuggle close and be loved on. One of his favorite cheesy couple things to do is to feed each other little bites of things. If he can get away with it, he’ll rest his head in your palm and just smile at you. Likely to return your mannerisms and love all over you if you let him. But if you don’t, he’ll whine about you not being fair and being a tease. You’ve made your bed, so now you have to lie in it, next to a very cuddly Melone. Make remarks about him being like a cat at your own risk.

Prosciutto is also very catlike. He won’t let you touch his head, he doesn’t like to curl up with you (even in private), and hates being “infantilized” as he calls it. Poor man is so touch starved that his definition of infantilize is doing normal lovey dovey couple stuff like feeding each other small bites of food and such. Yet he still loves the attention, even if he’s being prissy about it. He likes to let you indulge in your little petting for a while before abruptly stopping you with his hand when he’s had enough. Not that he’ll ever admit, but he likes it when you gently undo his hair. He enjoys being pampered, but only when he wants the pampering, which isn’t very often. Once in a while he’ll let you snuggle up to him and stroke and pet his chest, back, etc.. Eventually you do get to feed him some charcuterie (not prosciutto though because that’s cannibalism). All in all he’s very good about letting you know when he wants attention and when he wants to admire you from the balcony while he lights up another cigarette.

Pesci is used to being manhandled by Prosciutto, so your gentle touches startled him at first. He loves it when you pat his head and poke his cheeks. Snuggle with him, please. Little spoon or big spoon, he doesn’t care. And please, please, please, pat his head!! He likes to have his hair gently ruffled and his cheeks squished. Any sort of positive attention he will appreciate and love. It only fuels his passion and convinces him that taking you was the right decision. He’s your sweet little fish, no matter what happens.

Illuso only allows you to play with his hair if he’s fresh out of the shower or if he’s feeling generous that day. For lack of better words, Illuso is an attention whore but is also very specific about the attention he gets. He likes to be verbally praised and only lets you touch him if he wants to be touched. That being said, there’s a reason the center of his jacket is cut out. He likes to have you stroke and caress his chest and tell him he’s handsome. Secretly, he wants you to fight back and insist on pampering him because he’s just that type of person. If you give in to his secret desire, prepare to have it thrown back in your face when you(inevitably) fight him.

Formaggio is the type to already put his head in your lap and beg for love. He and Melone are the biggest lovers and givers of affection, except Formaggio actively seeks out anything he can get. Putting his head in your lap, snuggling close in bed, pressing up against you from behind; there’s not much he won’t do for just the slightest touch. He melts in your arms if you gently scratch his head or pet him. His pet names for you will always outweight your pet-treatment of him, though. Such names include: hunny bunny, snuggle bug, sugar pie. All in all, it’s pretty wholesome if you look over the fact that he’s forced you into a relationship.

#la squadra di esecuzione #yandere sorlato #yandere risotto nero #yandere ghiaccio #yandere melone #yandere prosciutto #yandere pesci #yandere illuso #yandere formaggio #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #la squadra x reader #prosciutto x reader #melone x reader #ghiaccio x reader #pesci x reader #illuso x reader #sorlato x reader #formaggio x reader #risotto nero #ghiaccio #melone #prosciutto #pesci #illuso #formaggio