#oswald deserves a boyfriend

[agentark]

trying to enjoy my silly little time traveling sci-fi show while clara and the doctor say the most devastating things to and about each other every other episode like my god

If the Doctor is still the Doctor, he will have my back.

Clara, I'm not your boyfriend. // I never thought you were. // I never said it was your mistake.

Please, just...Just see me.

Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?

Clara, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm exactly what you deserve.

There was one other man. But it would've never worked out. He was impossible.

When do I not see you?

Die with whoever comes after me, you do not leave me.

I don't care about your rules, or your bloody survivor's guilt. If you love me in any way, you'll come back.

Immortality isn't living forever, that's not what it feels like. Immortality is everybody else dying. She might meet someone she can't bear to lose. That happens, I believe.

I let Clara Oswald get inside my head, trust me, she doesn't leave.

Longest month of my life. // It could only have been five minutes. // I'll be the judge of time.

I will die, and no one else here or anywhere will suffer. // What about me?

Everything you're about to say, I already know. don't do it now, we've already had enough bad timing.

Don't run. Stay with me.

I was lost a long time ago, she was saving you.

If you think because she is dead I'm weak, then you understand very little. If you were any part of killing her and you're not afraid, then you understand nothing at all.

The day you lose someone isn't the worst...it's all the days they stay dead.

I'd know you anywhere.

What were you bargaining for? // What do you think? You.

If she says so.

I had a duty of care.

People like me and you, we should say things to one another.

Look how far I went, for fear of losing you.

You said "memories become stories when we forget them." Maybe some of them become songs.

hand in unlovable hand

#also of course any iteration of 'my clara' #or that line in before the flood where bennett is like 'youre just doing this to save clara' and the doctor is like 'yeah? and?' #like even w/ 11 we start to see just how far the doctor will go for her but 12 really drops the pretense that he cares about anyone but her #just finished a rewatch of Clara's episodes and feeling the entire spectrum of human emotion about them #may I one day experience a love half as insane as theirs #clara jumping into his time stream means they have 900+ years of inextricably linked history whether they know it or not like.... #yeah i'd be unhinged about you too #everyone say 'thank you missy' for bringing these two together and nearly causing the destruction of the universe #doctor who #clara oswald #doctorclara #I'm not ready to start Bill's episodes what happens to her makes me physically ill #twelveclara

[audaciousacolyte]

Hi lovely! First of all before I request.. How are you? How have you been? And also, I seriously enjoy your writings, keep up with the good work and ignore all the haters! They're not worth your precious time.

As for the request, could I pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee request Oswald the lucky Rabbit, Bendy and Cuphead x female reader? Like, how would they be as boyfriend or husband head canons. I hope it's not too much darling! Take all the time you need!

Have fun and have a lovely day/night/morning/evening!! <33

♡ My own Mr. Loverman ♡

Oswald the lucky Rabbit, Bendy and Cuphead x reader romantic partner headcanons (separate)

AN: 《|| Hello!! Thank you so much for requesting!!! I'm doing quite well, but I have been busy trying to figure out what exactly I should write. I'm relieved that you enjoy my silly rambling, and I will gladly bring you more in the future!!! However, I'm terribly sorry that I don't post too often. Please be patient with me ;w; ||》

(Boyfriend/husband headcanons)

Cuphead

♡| Cuphead is not exactly what Someone would call boyfriend material…at first.

♡| He's brash, arrogant, and quite literally has zero self control.

♡| However, the thing that makes him boyfriend material is that while it might not seem like it, he's actually a really sensitive guy.

♡| Cups likes to hide behind bravado and anger, but underneath, he cares deeply about the people around him. He just…doesn't really know how to express that.

♡| By the time you are dating, he will definitely try to communicate this… kinda.

♡| (You had thought he was mad at you for the longest time, but no. He's just awful at communicating his emotions.)

☆| Nobody knows how he managed to land you as a partner, but Bendy theorizes that there may have been witchcraft involved. (Felix disagrees, but only because he thinks that you know something that everyone else doesn't…which like, he's not wrong??)

♡| When he does announce that y'all are dating, it's at the most random moment possible. No context, no elaboration. Just.

♡| Y'all are dating now. 🤷‍♀️

☆| (Boris nearly had a heart attack when he first said it, because he genuinely did not expect it. However this was not as bad as when Mugs demanded that he was to be Cups' best man at the wedding.)

♡| Very spontaneous. I would expect a lot of last minute dates to places neither of you have been before.

☆| (Bro once took you to a monster truck rally for your anniversary. He said it "seemed cooler than I thought it would be", when you asked him about it)

♡| He is not only one of the most loyal men on the planet, but he's also incredibly attentive! Any attention you want is given to you, and Cups is more than happy to cuddle up with you any time of the day.

♡| Casually (cough cough he's so nervous please help cough cough) proposes during your 4 year anniversary with a genuine diamond ring. Literally cries when you say yes.

Bendy

♡| The best boyfriend ever. Send Post.

♡| I'm serious though, Bendy is the sweetest boyfriend to have.

♡| Having a bad day? He'll make sure that you get whatever you need to unwind and feel better.

♡| Want to spend some time together? Of course! He'll go set up a movie for the two of you to watch

♡| Can't open something? Don't worry, honey, he can open it for you (♡♡♡swoon♡♡♡)

♡| Whatever comes, through sickness and in health, Bendy will stay by your side for as long as you allow him to.

♡| Can, will and has done everything in his power to give you everything he thinks that you deserve in a partner. Anything you want, you are going to get it.

♡| (The day he proposes is also the day that Boris got tired of listening to his brother gush about you at 4 in the morning and forced him to go get married or he'd tell Felix their tragic backstory (read, he'd tell Felix to sign the damn adoption papers already))

Oswald the lucky Rabbit

♡| When he does propose, it's at a mega-fancy restaurant, and with an intricately carved golden ring. He won't cry when you say yes, but he gets REAL close.

♡| Whether you realize it or not, the two of you have practically been married for like, ever.

♡| Ever since y'all met, you act just like a married couple with how domestic y'all are with each other.

♡| Love at first sight? Nah, MARRIAGE at first sight

♡| Oswald does not notice this at all. He considers you his best friend, and he (loves you) cares about you a lot, but c'mon guys! there is NO WAY he can be in love with you! He's already in love with Ortensia, you know,HIS WIFE?

♡| (Polyamory exists for a REASON Ozzie)

♡| Ortensia would actually be the one to sit him down and talk to him about it, because you and I KNOW that our poor, sweet, dumb bunny boy won't do anything about this.

◇| (Again, like I've said in Oz's general headcanons, she'll be happy if Oswald's happy and if Oswald wants to start a polycule because he's head over heels for his bestie, then she’s okay with it.)

♡| When he does ask you out, and y'all eventually start going steady, he is such a sweetheart. I am a firm believer in hopeless romantic Oswald, and I will die upon this hill.

♡| Any bit of affection is met with really loud purring, and foot thumping.

☆| (Did you know that rabbits can purr? Yeah, neither did I.)

♡♡♡| He and Ortensia team up and propose to you at the same time with matching silver rings, each with their name carved on the inside. They both tackle-hug you to the ground when you say yes

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #inky inquiries #cuphead x reader #bendy x reader #oswald the lucky rabbit x reader #lucky bunny #coffeehouse cups #requested #lovely words

[etherealspacejelly]

i feel like infodumping so here is my opinion of every new who companion!!

Rose Tyler

shes the og, shes That Girl, she is the moment! (lol, get it?) Rose was one of the best companions fr. her love story with the doctor is so beautiful and so tragic and honestly, he Needed her. ninerose >>> tenrose i said what i said. 9/10

Jack Harkness

very fun character! they kinda ruined him in torchwood a little bit. some of the earliest explicit queer rep in mainstream media i ever saw, if not the first! i loved his dynamic with rose and nine. 8/10

Mickey Smith

my sweet boy, my babygirl. he deserved so much better fr. dont get me wrong, i love Rose, but the way she treated Mickey was so mean. also the doctor hated his ass for no reason other than he was competition for Rose's affection. plastic Mickey was iconic. 8/10

Martha Jones

ICON!!! QUEEN!!!! i Love Martha soooo much. she was the only companion to Get Out and i love that for her, she deserved it. she slayed fr. however i do kinda hate that most of her character was simping for ten like. girl. stand up. 9/10

Donna Noble

Oh My God, incredible. cant wait to get her back!!!! the adipose scene through the windows???? hilarious, i can quote every word!!! she gave the doctor a run for his money and i love that for her. she was exactly what he needed after Rose and Martha, just A Mate. 10/10

Amy Pond

my favourite companion!!! eleven was My Doctor tho so thats probably why. every episode of season 5 is a banger. i love that she and Rory and River became a family to the doctor. love her. little Amelia is so cute and grown up Amy is a total badass. fish custard/10 10/10

Rory Williams

my beloved <3 hes so boyfriend fr. raised my standards as a kid. he waited 2000 years for her ;-; 10/10

River Song

hello sweetie :)

i love that her story was told backwards, very interesting narrative choice! knowing that she was always doomed to the library was so tragic. learning all of her secrets over each series was very fun and satisfying!! 10/10

Clara Oswald

hmm. not one of my favourite companions. she's ok i guess? the impossible girl thing was kinda cool but i dont really like her as a character. 5/10

Bill Potts

YESSSS! i love lesbiabs. lessbiens. women. her ending was super sad tho :(

she was cool and fun and gay 9/10

Yasmin Khan

hrm. boring. didnt have much of a personality, not really her fault the writing was just so shit. she had potential!! thasmin 4 lyfe! 4/10

Ryan Sinclair

yea. no. dont like how they made his dyspraxia a fun quirky thing that he just. magically got over somehow??? its a literal disability. my brother has it. it could have been so interesting to see how that manifested over the course of his travels with the doctor but its almost like they just. forgot about it?? also he was boring as hell. 2/10

Graham O'Brien

i literally didnt even remember his surname, i had to look it up. he was just kinda. there. a little more interesting than Ryan i guess?? but. still. 2/10

Concluding remarks

looking forward to Donna coming back and meeting the new companions!!! i hope the writing is better in this season :/ chibbers was Not It. anyway. thanks for reading my silly little ramble!! special interest go brrrr

#doctor who #rose tyler #donna noble #martha jones #amy pond #bill potts #clara oswald #dr who #special interest #robin rambles about his hyperfixations

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group G, Round 3, Poll 3:

Propaganda under the cut

Sue Sylvester

an ICON! She is a successful cheer coach, local media star, a Madonna stan (girlboss), she is trying to get the glee club shut down because she hates schuester (based) and to secure funding for the Cheerios(gatekeep), and the "I am going to make an environment that is so toxic" quote on its own deserves to win. In short, she is the shadiest, funniest, most mean spirited character while also being one of the most well written and I think that she deserves a win.

Clara Oswald

THIS GIRL CANNOT STOP HERSELF FROM LYING MANIPULATING ETC. Her two main character traits are 1) is a fantastic liar and 2) has to be in control. This is excellent bc she is best friends with the Doctor, famous for being a lying manipulating gaslighter and they are always trying to control each other. There’s a recurring bit where they tell each other “Do as you’re told,” and at one point the villain describes them as “the control freak (Clara) and the man who should never be controlled.” At one point she attempts to steal every single TARDIS key the Doctor owns in an effort to blackmail him into bringing her boyfriend back to life. At another point, when the Doctor is talking about mindwiping her without her consent, she grabs the mindwiping device and changes the controls so it will mindwipe him instead (that’s what we call gaslighting!)

ypu have to vote clara because she is absolutely insane about this she's also literally so important to teh universe that her death not happening was ripping it apart she tore herself into thousands of little pieces (splinters of herself all throughout the timeline) in order to save the doctor repeatedly She had a normal guy as a boyfriend and she was metaphorically cheating on him the entire time with the doctor i love her she snuck her boyfriend onto the tardis to prove to him that she wasn't lying to him then immediately the doctor started talking about all of the things they do behind her bf's back

#round 3 #group g #glee #cheerios #new directions #sue sylvester #doctor who #clara oswald

[phanfictioncatalogue]

One Word Fic Titles (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

Ache - cafephan

Summary: “The pictures, where the two of them posed, comically, amorously. He felt it in his chest, a yearning, unmistakably.”

Breedable (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: In his nest in the mossy forest, far away from Daniel's home, the unclaimed omega planned to work through his heat alone. Little did he know, a curious alpha had been following his trail through the woods.

Caught (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Just because they weren’t together anymore didn’t mean that Dan couldn’t read phanfiction while he got off, right? Or at least that’s what he thought before Phil walked into the room.

Charmed (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Dan doesn’t understand Valentine’s Day. That is until he’s given an anonymous card with someone’s phone number in it. It takes months of talking with this anonymous person to learn who they are, and it ends up being the person that Dan least expects.

Chicken - philsdrill

Summary: Dan is worried that his social anxiety is going to mess up his job interview, but that becomes the least of his problems when he gets his vibrator stuck up his butt the night before.

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

cleveland (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: "We're never going to Cleveland again."

costume (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil normally puts on a costume. But not today.

extraordinary (ao3) - Rawritsamehh

Summary: Phil wakes to a photo his drunk boyfriend sent the night prior. 2009/2010.

Flatmates (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: oh my god they were flatmates / the fuckboy!phil au we all deserve

Illumination (ao3) - howlthenight

Summary: Dan and Phil have been cooped up in their apartment and Phil devises a way to get Dan outside.

“Why would ducks wear rain gear?"

Interstellar (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: Dan always thought he was the moon. Phil Lester was definitely the sun.

katoptronophilia (ao3) - wiccamoody

Summary: The ceilings in Dan and Phil’s tour bus have mirrors on them.

Luxury (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: It was early, the dark edging on predawn translucent. The birds were only beginning to chirp. Here, nestled so deep in nature, the Costa Rican jungle all around their treehouse hotel, Dan could feel the hush of morning rising all around him. Phil was still asleep, breaths deep and even. Phil was exhausted--they both were really--but this was something Dan wanted to share with him.

Ohana - manchestereyes

Summary: “Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.

Oswald (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan is an asshole, Phil goes through a tragic accident, and this somehow brings them together.

Also Phil owns a pancake restaurant.

perihelion (ao3) - fleurdelester

Summary: per·i·he·li·on the point in the orbit of a planet, asteroid, or comet at which it is closest to the sun

or

the one where Dan wants to study the stars and Phil wants to be king of the universe

Picky - trysomecats

Summary: Dan deems Phil as the picky eater out of the two of them.

Potheads (ao3) - dickiegreenleaf

Summary: In which Dan runs a pottery studio, bad Christmas gifts are given, and Phil is really just no good at working clay.

Risqué (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Sexting.

Serendipity (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan and Phil are a generic, cute suburban couple when a brief apocalypse decides to happen

Sunshine (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: Summer sex (with consequences)

Sutures (ao3) - jerseker

Summary: Phil returns to the forever home after a week away, just in time to pull Dan out of his negative thought spiral.

Unravel - kawaii-kanai

Summary: Dan and Phil grew up being best friends and just over three years ago became boyfriends. With spending more and more time with each other, Dan has noticed a strange thing or two about Phil. When his suspicions turn out to be something far more alarming than he imagined, will he stick by his love’s side through thick and thin or flee in fear for his life?

warm (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil likes Dan.

And Phil really, really likes Dan's hat.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #fictitles #fictitles masterlist #oneword #oneword masterlist

[thecatboyfriend]

Anything, Always - Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Summary: Ed has a nightmare about Kristen. Oswald is there for him.

Notes: Lots of talk of choking/strangling and death in this y'all. They have to be really sad before they can be happy <3 (Canon Divergence, Isabella doesn't exist and Oswald and Edward ended up getting together.)

Also on Ao3!!

———

Restless nights at the hands of nightmares aren’t uncommon to Edward. Choking your first love to death can do that to you. Though, just because they’re common doesn’t mean they hurt any less.

Edward’s not in his own body. Instead, he is watching himself in a void where there is nothing but him and his double. And Kristen. 

His double has her pinned to the ground, both hands tight around her throat. Ed can hear her breathless pleads. He knows she wants to live. She’s not ready to die. He can see the life she could have had, her growing old and happy, a long fulfilling life. 

Hands claw at his own. He’s strangling her now. He tries to scream, to let go, to do anything to stop this. Frozen in place, all he can do is watch the tears escape as the light in her eyes dies along with her.

Edward shoots up with a gasp. Tears are running down his face and he’s panting. A soft mattress below him, warm covers on him, a dark, blurry bedroom around him. He’s home and safe in bed. Which means…

“Ed!” He startles and looks over to his boyfriend, in bed beside him. He looks like he just woke up, blinking hard through sleep and his hair a mess. Still, he looks terrified, eyes inspecting every inch of Edward. His hands are up, like he can’t decide if he’s allowed to touch him or not.

Edward just stares, tears running down his face. “I killed her Oswald.” The words barely come out, but in the deafening silence of their room, they practically echo. Oswald’s fear fades into understanding and he reaches out.

Edward’s shoulders shake in a silent sob as he falls into his partner. He tucks his head into his shoulder, hiding away from the thoughts. Oswald wraps him tight in a hug, hands constantly moving as if he could gather up Ed and piece him back together. 

Safe in the other’s arms, Edward lets himself sob and cry, gripping tight to Oswald. Oswald pets his hair, and he can feel a soft kiss pressed into his shoulder. 

“I’ve got you Ed,” Oswald whispers, rocking them slightly. “I’m here love.”

“I-I didn’t,” he gasps. “I didn’t mean to!” His voice cracks as he cries, breaking into a coughing fit. He pushes away from Oswald, hands grasping at his sore throat. 

Hands around his throat, breath fleeting and scarce. Is this what she felt like? Like her last proper breath was wasted? Startlingly aware of how close death was, not able to do a thing about it? Oh, the irony if he would’ve gone out like that. The karma of it all.

Edward doesn’t realize his hands are around his own throat until Oswald tears them away. He’s shocked back into reality by the sudden touch. He’d been choking himself. 

Oswald looks lost and horrified. His hands are tight around Edward’s wrists, both of them shaking horribly. He only now realizes Oswald had been shouting his name.

“I…,” Ed stares, sniffling. “I didn’t even realize.” He laughs a little, coughing. “I just, all I could imagine was Butch, if he had—.”

“But he didn’t,” Oswald interrupts. He’s crying too, trying to smile at the other. His lip is quivering and his words are shaky. “You are alive. And you deserve to be. You’re here, with me, and we’re together and safe. And I’m never going to let anything happen to you, Edward.”

Oswald releases his hands to gently hold his tear-stained face. “I don’t care if I have to rid the city of everyone in it, burn down every building, and build a new world from the ground up, I swear I will do everything to keep you safe.”

Edward leans into his hand and sobs, the other hand petting his hair. Oswald leans up and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. “If I can’t protect you while you’re in your own head, I promise to do everything I can to keep you safe out here.”

The sentiment mirrors what Edward says to him when he’s the one waking up from nightmares. Ed will hold him while he cries over his lost mother, swearing that no one will ever hurt him like that again with Edward around. The symmetry of their broken lives and painful nights is almost comforting to him. A shared yet separate pain bonding them together in a way nothing else can.

Edward hugs himself and leans into Oswald. The other holds him as close as he can. He pets Ed’s hair, whispering sweet nothings and loving promises into his ear while he cries.

They stay like that for who knows how long, the quiet of the room filled with sobs and gasps, shushing and whispers. It’s sad and intimate and, despite the pain, Edward almost doesn’t want it to end. But it does, as all good things do.

His sobs die down to quiet sniffles, now fully draped over his partner. His eyes and throat hurt, and he’s absolutely drained. Oswald sighs into his shoulder and pulls away.

Oswald presses a kiss to his temple, wiping the tears from his face. “There you are.” They both smile at that and Edward leans in. They gently press their foreheads together. 

“Thank you, dear,” Edward whispers, voice hoarse. Oswald hums and pulls away. 

“Anything, always,” he says. “Is your throat alright?” Edward looks away, answering without saying a thing. “That’s what I thought. Let me make you ginger tea, alright? We can stay up or we can sleep again—.”

“No, please,” Ed rasps. “I don’t think I can sleep peacefully. Not tonight.”

Oswald nods, understanding completely after having so many sleepless nights of his own. “Then we won’t. Come on, let’s go.”

He gets out of bed, offering a hand to Edward, who takes it. Edward stands, letting the other fuss over him. Oswald wraps him in a soft blanket and puts his glasses on him. As soon as Ed can see properly, he leans down, capturing Oswald’s lips in a soft kiss. It’s quick and gentle, ended with adoring smiles from them both.

Hand in hand, the pair head to the living room. Oswald leads the other to the sofa, sitting him down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He leaves Edward there in the dark and silent room, going to the kitchen.

The silence of their shared home, only interrupted by soft noises from the kitchen, serves to calm Edward. His head feels empty, the morbid thoughts draining away and leaving bliss in their wake. It’s not often he’s calmed enough that his thoughts fade. When it happens though, it’s a beautiful thing.

He knows he’s there, half coherent, for at least a few minutes, but it feels like two seconds and an hour when the sofa dips beside him. 

Blinking back into reality, his head lulls over to see Oswald. Edward grins at him, making him smile back with a little laugh.

“You looked in your own world there Ed,” his partner says softly, handing him the tea. Ed just hums, blowing on his tea before taking a sip of it. Ginger and honey flood his senses and he sighs.

“Perfect as always, my dear,” he says, taking a few more sips of it before placing it on the coffee table. “Your mother would be proud.” Oswald beams at that. His mother can be a sensitive topic, but he always smiles when the comments come from Edward.

Ed moves, opting to lay on the couch with his head in Oswald’s lap. He stares up at his boyfriend. Even with only the glow of moonshine and the distant kitchen light, both of them having forgotten to turn a lamp on, Edward still admires the other with love.

The careful splattering of freckles across his cheeks, the way his eyes squint and his whole face brightens in a smile, the messy bedhead Ed can’t help but reach up and run a hand through. How a man like him got so lucky as to be with someone as beautiful as Oswald, he’ll never know.

The hand in Oswald’s hair falls to his neck, pulling him down softly. They meet in a kiss, a little sideways and a little bit of a weird angle, but full of a fondness they only hold for each other nonetheless. When Edward’s eyes open again, he sees tears on Oswald’s face.

“I’m sorry,” Oswald says, wiping the tears away as Ed sits up, pulling him into a hug. “I’m trying to comfort you, and yet, even after sobbing your eyes out, you still look at me like that. You still kiss me like that. It’s almost overwhelming.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Edward laughs, kissing the other’s head. When the tables are turned and Oswald looks at him fondly, Edward drowns in it. After having a life of people ridiculing you at every turn, someone looking at you like you’re heaven itself can be a shock. It’s exhilarating.

“I love you,” Oswald whispers. Edward grins from ear to ear, pulling him closer as Oswald grips tight to the back of his shirt.

“I love you too Oswald.”

They stay like that for a while, separating only when Ed coughs and Oswald badgers him to drink more tea. They hold each other, lounging on the couch and talking about anything and everything until Edward’s cup is empty and they’ve fallen asleep in each other’s arms, morning light starting to pour into the room.

The nightmares don’t get any less painful, but the aftermath is much easier to deal with when you have someone who loves you.

#gotham #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #nygmobblepot #riddlebird #oswald x edward #the riddler #the penguin #nygmobblepot fic #riddlebird fic #gotham fox #remi writes

[guzmapkmn-archive]

Oswald deserves a relaxing domestic day with his boyfriend and literally NO interruptions only cuddling and kisses and getting to be held by the person he loves!! (You!!!!!). And if he doesn't get that I will personally explode everyone who bothers y'all

HE DOES HE DOES I will give him as many hugs and kisses and cuddles as his heart desires <3<3 he does so much for me I will wait on him hand and foot and do anything he wants 💖💖 he deserves to rest and be taken care of!!!! Though if I offered that I'm sure he would just ask me to stay with him 🥺🥺 which I will happily do muah muah muah 😖😖💖💖

#mailbox.txt #anonymous

[orange-ghost]

WEIRDER THAN USUAL 🌴🎃💜

The story about soft alien enby Pax, the creepy clown boyfriend who doesn't treat them right & deserves to be broken up with, and all the other weird monsters she meets along the way.

A bit of an OC intro for a comic. (ft. really basic concept doodles.)

Pax [no surname yet!]

Robin Oakwood

Clinton Tombstone

Oswald ("Ozzie") Funnyman

Florian Funnyman

#monster ocs #monsters #monster #oc artwork #oc story #oc art #ocs #oc #original characters #original story #original character #spooky art #spooky aesthetic #spooky cute #spooky #halloween aesthetic #cartoon #cartoon art #cartoonist #digital art #firealpaca #comic art #character design #concept art #doodles #doodle page #oc bio #oc babble #halloween #teen drama

[timeandspacenovelist]

Overslept

Rating: G Chapters: 1

Summary: Exhausted after a long day, Clara wakes up late for her errands, but finds out that she need not worry about it..

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Heavy steps on the wooden floor made the atmosphere feel like that of a horror movie. It was currently late at night as well, ample timing for a horror villain to make their strike. The door creaked open slowly, only for a zombie to be revealed! Well…as close to a zombie as one can be. Clara Oswald sighed heavily, as she pushed the door to the side, letting the door stopper do its job and keep it in place. Saying she was tired would be an understatement.

A full day of classes, with extra lessons after school, shopping for her dad’s birthday and a trip to the garage to get her bike tuned up, led her to this current haze of tiredness. She threw her bag onto the bedside table and just flopped onto the bed. It felt like the softest, most comfortable bed in the world to her, despite her needing to get someone in to fix the springs. But it was there for her now, when she most needed it, so that made it the bestest bed ever. Was bestest even a word? Her brain was too tired to wonder if it was. She somehow lifted her head up somewhat and watched the time on her clock.

12:00am.

Definitely the latest she had been home in a long time, and she felt it. But unfortunately, she knew that staying in this suit she was wearing wasn’t ideal. It wasn’t meant to be an outfit to sleep in. So she removed her face from the bed, got up, and trudged to the bathroom. The shower didn’t remove the sleepiness completely, but enough that she wasn’t dead on her feet. She got into her black shirt and pajama pants and eased back into bed, with the bed feeling even better after a good, warm shower. Tomorrow was at least Saturday, so she could sleep in a bit, but nothing past 10. More chores and errands to take care of. She did hate being an adult sometimes. All she wanted to, and could soon only think of, was sleep, as she drifted off and finally got to rest. ______________________________________________________________

The sunlight cascaded through her window, casting a shine in her room that warmed the place. She could hear birds chirping as well, as she moved out from the place between sleep and wake. She could feel the sunlight on her face, but its light intensity made it so that it was a better feeling than expected. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled, making it to another day, something she’d worry wouldn’t happen in recent times. She sat up in her bed and let out a roar of a yawn and a huge stretch. She sighed happily as she turned over to her bedside table and saw a framed picture. It was her and the Doctor, well, the Doctor of a bow tied variety, as the pair smiled with a jubilant Merry Gejelh. It was right after she had finished her song and they defeated the old god.

She did miss him sometimes, and those days. When they were in sync like no one else had been, when she’d jump at the chance to go with him wherever he wanted. Where life seemed much simpler, and she didn’t have to account for dead boyfriends and Cybermen invasions and trips to Skaro. Sometimes she felt like she deserved a break for all the stuff she’d go through. She had earned it, hadn’t she? Nevertheless, she still had to get up and get ready for her stuff today. She looked up at the clock, and a gasp escaped her lips.

12:30pm.

“Oh no…”

She was late, and late bad. She jumped out of her bed, nearly slipping on the floor. She then rushed out to the kitchen to get the toaster prepared and get the bread for when she was done getting ready. In her utmost haste, she seemingly did not notice the tall white-haired figure in a hoodie enter the kitchen, tea mug in hand. He had half a mind to reveal himself, but decided to watch her for a bit. For whatever reason, despite the amount of craziness she was giving off currently, all he could focus was on how beautiful she was. It was a regular occurrence for him recently. In the oddest places, during the weirdest occasions, he’d simply notice how pretty her eyes were, or how nice her hair looked. Even after having just woken up, she still looked phenomenal. But eventually, he had to make his presence known. ______________________________________________________________

“Busy day?” the Doctor casually asked, sipping on his tea.

Any normal person would be amazingly alarmed at seeing someone in their kitchen that they didn’t expect there, but not with him, never with him. In fact, she’d say she had a sixth sense of realizing he was there, or at least not panicking when he would randomly appear. It took a while to obtain (as well as several unexpected visits), but it was here now. But as happy as she was to see him there, he was correct in his assumptions.

“Very.” She said, as she placed the bread in the toaster, “Already missed my appointment to get the present I ordered for Dad, and still have a ton of stuff to do. So maybe another time for the trip.”

She walked out of the room with quick pace, as she continued her talk with him, as he followed.

“Why are you here, anyway? It’s a Saturday.”

“Can’t I pop in to check in on you?”

“You always want something when you don’t come on Wednesdays.”

“Not always…”

Clara stopped, turned, and gave him a look.

“Ok, maybe most of the time, but I did just come here to check on you. You’ve looked tired the last few times we’ve gone out.” He said, as his face softened.

She could see the genuineness on his face, and knew he was being truthful. She walked up to him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, as her expression and her mood softened. Even in a rush, she had to take her time to thank him.

“Thanks. It’s been nothing I can’t manage. Like I said, I have stuff to do today.”

She was lying through her teeth. She’d never tell him, but she had been taking sewing classes and practicing at home, in order to make him a scarf as a gift. She’d spend hours trying to get it right, only for it to be only somewhat half decent so far, but she was definitely almost there. But it did mean she was more tired than usual, as it only added to her usual workload.

She continued into her room and began looking for an outfit, searching through her closet for a shirt when she was brought to a complete stop by what he had revealed.

“Oh, the list on the whiteboard with the times? I handled that already.”

She slowly turned away from the closet and walked towards him, her expression part incredulous, part angry, part impressed.

“You did what?….”

“I did the things on the list for you. Popped back in time and did every one.”

That was not a comforting thought. He had done errands for her before, when she had asked, and they never ended well. She still remembers having to profusely apologize and explain why Artie’s bike could hover suddenly, or when Danny’s shirt became her own as it shrunk in the wash. To say she wasn’t confident in his skills in this department would be an understatement.

“You did the..?”

“Yep.”

“And the..?”

“Definitely.”

“And even..?”

“That was a tough one, but I got it done.”

She walked past him and into the living room and saw the present she ordered for her dad, sitting pretty on the couch. She heard her phone ping and rushed over to get it, only to see the Dean tell her thanks for bringing over the stacks of papers on a Saturday. She scrolled down and saw more confirmations of the tasks she was prepared to do. Once done, she just parked her butt onto the bed in shock, utterly surprised not just that he’d do this for her, but that he’d do it so well.

“You didn’t have to do all this.” She told him once she found her words.

“Well, I came up a bit earlier than expected, saw you still asleep, and then saw the list. I knew it had to be something important, so I just popped back and did it.”

His brows dropped, and his expression changed to mild worry.

“Was I not supposed to do that?…”

Clara walked up to him and, much to his surprise, latched onto him with a hug.

“No…you did the right thing. Absolutely the best thing.”

Normally, he’d be against the hugging, but he simply put his arm around her and rubbed her back in a similar hug. An added bonus to their second chance of a life together.

“Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?” Clara asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“It won’t hurt to hear it again, though.”

She giggled in response to it, a sound more melodic than anything Beethoven or Mozart had put to the page as far as he was concerned.

“You are amazing.”

“Likewise.”

“So, where are we going then?” Clara said excitedly as she clasped her hands. “Seeing as my day is basically done.”

“Nowhere.” The Doctor informed her as her face switched to confusion.

“What?”

He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around before pushing her back to the bed.

“You are staying in bed and getting more rest.”

“Come on. I’m fine, I don’t need more res….”

A yawn broke her sentence up, proving the Doctor’s point right.

“Ok, maybe staying in bed a bit more isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

He smirked and raised an eyebrow at that. ______________________________________________________________

“But what about breakfast? The toast.”

“Give me a second.”

He then rushed off towards the kitchen. Not knowing really what to do next, she edged more up into the bed and pulled the covers over herself. How was this real right now? Instinctively, she pinched herself, realizing it was not a dream, and it was very much real. Her mind cast itself back to what she told him after she betrayed him (albeit in a dream.)

“I don’t deserve a friend like you.”

It still rang true for her. He had no reason to do all this. He just did it because, even if he never believed it fully, above all, he was the kindest soul she ever met. No one would do all that he did just for fun. God knows it’s not because it’s easy. It doesn’t even work out half the time. No, he does it because it’s the right thing to do. Because it’s decent, and above all, because he’s kind. He was the best man she’d ever met. She would admit, it was tough for them when he regenerated and she had her sights set on leaving once. But she’ll always be glad she turned left instead of right at that fork in the road, and came back to him. Fate seemed destined to keep them together, even when they tried to separate before Christmas. So she let it take its course. And why wouldn’t she? Ever since he came to her door dressed as a monk, she had had the best years of her life. She knew it could very well all end tomorrow, since it was promised to no one, but she insisted on enjoying every moment she could before then. She was entitled to that, at least.

Her thoughts were interrupted as he arrived with a tray of food and a cup of tea for her.

“Here you go, bacon, eggs, toast and tea. Brought jam and butter for you as well. I wasn’t sure which you’d prefer.”

“Don’t worry, it’s perfect.” She reassured him with a smile.

She took a bite out of the bacon and chewed as her face twisted slightly. It certainly didn’t taste like the bacon she normally had. Still tasty, but different. She had to ask about it to him, though.

“The bacon…it..”

“Oh, I added a spice in it, from the 50th century. Makes it a delicacy there.”

“It’s great! Surprising, but great.”

As she dug into the food, the Doctor went towards the window, and adjusted the curtains a bit to let some more light in. It did also, however, give him a chance to look back at Clara without her noticing. He thanked his lucky stars every day that she was still traveling with him, and that she was safe. The issue with the Daleks was too close a call, and the potential ramifications if something went different kept him up for days. He… couldn’t live without her. Not yet anyway. There would come that day, but he didn’t want to think of it. Something had changed since they started traveling again at Christmas. He always loved seeing her, of course, but now, even just seeing her face would brighten any dark mood he had. Particularly that smile, that dammed smile. He’d melt sometimes when he’d see it. Lately, it almost felt like she had been in his life forever.

One day, they’d depart, one way or another. They definitely knew that, but right now? They’d enjoy this lazy Saturday however they wanted and for however long they wanted. In general, though? They’d just live in the present of what they had, while they still had it.

#12th doctor #twelfth doctor #doctor who #clara oswald #doctor who fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #cute

[smuggsy]

10 blorbos from 10 fandoms, tagged by @vera-dauriac (thank you!)

1. current #1 place holder is seong gihun from squid game. i would die for this man, he's too pure for this corrupted world

2. stede bonnet. need i elaborate? i think not

3. can we repeat fandom? bc i cannot not add beautiful ali to this list. he deserved better. will never be over this okay. like look at him wtf

4. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 HER. (i'm going thru a squid game phase alright leave me be)

5. okay so. the forever blorbo from dunkirk. mister farrier

6. and his boyfriend. listen i am never not thinking about collins, it's a permanent state of mind. flyboys stans will back me up

7. murderous baby viago

8. good lord! i miss this man, i need to do a ghosts rewatch. the captain

9. lambert. he's my favorite witcher

10. oswald. he'd be appalled to know he's at the bottom of the list though (?

tagging @your-ace-cousin-clover @deardiary17 @moonknightssuit @lamburrito @adukeofspook and anyone else who wants to do this just go off!

#that's technically seven fandoms #uhhhhh #yeah #thank you sm for the tag! this was fun #some time since i'd done one of these #answered #tagged

[psymarketofobsessions]

My reaction to Batman: TAS

Thought you guys would enjoy this.

I’ll be going by characters I like/episodes I enjoy the most.

Today’s Rogue is

The Penguin

Imma go with the first episode I watched him in, like yesterday.

Birds of a feather (I know this wasn’t the first one he comes out it, but it was just the first one that looks interesting, sue me)

Okay so, Birds of a feather starts out with Penguin stealing a bunch of paintings from a museum, stating that he apologizes for the inconvenience, but at least “I’m a man of style” I HAD TO PAUSE IT AND LAUGH FOR A MOMENT.

Anyways, so they’re taking the painting and oop- HERES Batman to ruin it.

Long story short, Oswald STARTS SHOOTING AT HIM WITH THE UMBRELLA WHICH I COMPLETELY FORGOT WORKED LIKE A GUN BUT OKAY

And then he falls down some big ass stairs and gets stuck in a chandelier, thus the police get him and take him to Stonegate.

SIX MONTHS LATER, and he’s released, saying that he’s completely reformed.

AND HE GOES OUTSIDE AND WAITS FOR A LIMO (which never shows and I DONT KNOW IF I WAS SAD OR IF I WAS CRINGING)

Eventually, a bus (very gross btw) shows up and takes him to his penthouse.

So he goes into his house, expecting a welcoming comity AND NO ONE IS THERE AND OH MY GOD I FELT SO BAD UUUGHH.

Well, actually Batman is there, saying something about how he’s gonna be watching Ozzie like a hawk. Kinda gay but aight.

ANYWAys, after Penguin offers him rat poison, he leaves and then the phone starts ringing. Oswald picks it up and there’s this bitch, okay?

Her name is Veronica, and she WANTS TO DATE HIM.

??????

LMAO OKAY GOOD FOR HIM.

Well, turns out the only reason she wanted to date him was bc her boyfriend and her decided that they wanted to invite him to their party because it was funny?? Exciting??? Idk stupid rich people.

So, unknowing to her real motives, Oswald goes on the date with Veronica and I WAS DYING AT THIS PART BC

BC HE’S EATING FISH LIKE A FUCKING BIRD, SWALLOWING FISH. NOT EVEN CHEWING THIS SHIT.

Anyways, so he asks Veronica “I know you want something from me, so what is it?”

And she goes. “I just wanted to see you. I’ve always found you attractive. I’ve always had a thing for…Roman noses,”

I WAS SCREAMING AT THAT.

SO THIS BITCH (Oswald) GETS ALL FLUSTERED AND THEN STARTS FLIRTING WITH HER AND SHIT, and then they leave bc the owner of the restaurant hated him.

OH OH- AND THEN THEY’re WALKING DOWN A STREET AND THESE THUGS ARE LIKE “looks like money,” bc ya know how Penguin dresses.

So they go to get their money AND PENGUIN PROCEEDS TO BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF THEM WITH HIS UMBRELLA until Batman comes and ruins it.

And, thinking that Penguin is apart of that gang of thugs, he says something along the lines of “I knew you wouldn’t last very long,”

And Veronica is like “No, actually, he saved my life!”

“What-“

And she helps Ozzie stand up and brush himself off and he’s thanking her and calling her his Peach.

AND BATMANS JUST STANDING THERE AWKWARDLY AND GOES “peach?????”

YEAH BRUCE THEYRE IN LOVE. SHES GOT RED HAIR, WHAT’D YOU EXPECT.

So, they end up going on like, three more dates, and then finally the main party comes up.

Basically, Penguin is gonna gift Veronica a little gold Penguin necklace and when he’s looking for her, he overhears her and her boyfriend talking about (pretty much) how ugly he is.

AND I WAS OVER HERE LIKE 🥺🥺🥺 THIS POOR MAN UGH

So he proceeds to put some sort of mildly toxic spray in the room after exposing their plans. And then takes Veronica and disappears.

Long story short, he ends up using her for ransom for one million dollars and traps the boyfriend in an opera house. Veronica is tied to a GIANT chandelier that Penguin plans on dropping ontop of the boyfriend LMAO

But, of course, Batman ruins it (tbh unfortunately bc IMO they kinda deserved to die 🤷🏽) and Penguin is sent to jail again.

———

I FUCKING LOVED THIS EPISODE AND I WAS LAUGHING MY ASS OFF THROUGH MOST OF IT.

In my opinion, Penguin is honestly one of the saddest rogues, mostly bc no one likes him.

Also he’s one of my favorite characters, idk why, so this was VERY BIASED.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed and if you didn’t then oh well bc next time I’m talking about Two-Face bc that was the best episode IVE EVER WATCHED OH MY GOD

#batman #gay #gotham #batman the animated series #90s #penguin #The Penguin #oswald cobblepot #im crying #bruce wayne #dc #the batman #help #my reaction #tv show reaction #you know he only liked Veronica bc she had red hair #also he had long wavy black hair #what conditioner does he use bc damn #why is he so overwhelmingly gay i love it

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(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

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My thoughts on the Peaky Blinders Finale

I’m so happy Lizzie is finally leaving Tommy and taking Charles with her, that man has put her through hell.

I really like Duke now, I wasn’t sure about him at first but I hated how he pushed Finn out of the family. Yes he brought a traitor into the family but that doesn’t mean that Duke has the power to kick him out.

Diana is more annoying than Linda and Gina put together, I hate her and Amber portrays her well.

Alfie’s married now?? I’d like to meet Edna, I hope we get more Alfie scenes in the movie if he’s in it.

My boyfriend is gone! I’m now a widow, I’m not supposed that SK killed Michael, I had a bad feeling that Michael would be killed and Tommy would be killed. What is it they say? No one can kill Tommy Shelby but Tommy Shelby. I hate SK so much!

Killing Ruby, that was so sad, she was one of the most sweetest characters on PB and she was only seven years old. That breaks my heart and the way they brought her back, when Tommy saw her after he burnt down Arrow House that had me in tears.

I like how sweet Linda is to Arthur but I still don’t trust her. She’s a bitch through and through, I loved how Arthur mentioned John too. I wish Joe Cole never left, but I do respect his reasons for leaving the series.

And Arthur killing Captain Swing/Laura McKee YES Revenge at last. “Her name was Elizabeth Gray.” that broke my heart. I miss Polly so much!! GO Arthur Paul plays him well.

Dr Holford. Where do I even start with him, i love Aneurin he’s such a good actor, I kinda liked Holford at first then we found out that Oswald and Diana paid him to tell Tommy that he was dying but he wasn’t. I guess he’s the grey man. Who is the grey man?

Thank God Duke killed Billy I hated the character, but I love Emmett. I loved him in The Tower and Butterfly. I really thought the black cat was Johnny Dogs but I take that back now. Sorry Mr Dogs.

I really like Jack but hate Gina and ew her having an affair with Oswald Mosley behind Michael’s back is awful. I can’t believe he never knew about it before he was killed I feel that Michael had a right to know I just hate Gina but love Anya so much!! We never got to see Lawerence I but he looked like Michael and not that butch Gina!! PB lacks kids and I really hate it.

I hate that we only got one Ada scene in the final episode, she deserves more scenes and I thought they would kill her off tbh.

Uncle Charlie is one of my favs, I love him and Curly!! We got to see more of them this series!! There my fav duo!!

I honestly thought Tommy would kill himself, or Michael would kill him. I’m so happy that Tommy is alive!!

Bye for now friends 👋🏻

[belovedwithkindness]

New Jimwald / Gobblepot story I’ve just started. First chapter is lots of emotional baggage and contemplation but we will get into the more heated stuff in the following chapters! Summary: “One thing worse than being buried alive by his Tetch-virus infected ex is being stuck in a coffin left alone with his thoughts. For Jim, a man constantly running, fighting and in denial, there’s nothing harder to handle. Worse yet is how sure he is that Lee’s plan for their messed up happily ever after is doomed to fail. Jim knows the moment he makes use the Tetch virus he won’t be going to the train station as she believes, instead he knows it’ll take him to The Penguin…”

#jimwald #gobblepot #gotham #jim gordon #oswald cobblepot #jim x oswald #the penguin #fanfic #story #ao3 #oswald deserves a boyfriend

[starfiyah]

you know sometimes i get distracted with other shows/movies or studying or trying to find a job and it only takes a clip on youtube or two to remind me that my one, TRUE purpose in life is to be angry about gotham s3 ep 14

#text #they literally were like ok. we're going to show that the horrible awful man who has been deemed incapable of love #actually IS capable of love. and he loves a man. and we're gonna have that man shoot him anyways #i just.................................... the clownery of it all. the stupid fucking isabella subplot #why does gotham hate women and lgbt people so much its like truly astounding #shadi stuff #anyways oswald deserved a boyfriend thanks!!! dunno if he gets one in s5 but they still havent put it on canadian netflix so

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With Titles That Start With O (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

of blind dates and many mistakes - tbfhlmao

Summary: i walked into this restaurant and you thought i was your blind date and i just kind of went with it because i don’t want to eat alone

Of Old Memories And Future Moments (ao3) - irphanfic

Summary: “Rummage inside Phil’s bedside drawer‘‘ it said. Oh no. What would have happened if Dan had found something more interesting than a lip-balm inside Phil’s bedside drawer?

of tesco & boyfriends - gorgeousdan

Summary: Dan and Phil decide it’s the right time to come out. Later, in Dan’s liveshow, fans ask them to kiss.

of the healing kind (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan's attending weekly painting classes with his mother, and meets Phil there.

Oh, It’s Love - interrupted-by-fireworks

Summary: Since the first time Phil has noticed Dan, he's always questioned his feelings for the boy.

oh, let's get carried away (ao3) - dvp_95

Summary: Surely, this is the start of a punchline: an awkward gay idiot with nothing to lose but his pride, sitting in Starbucks and waiting for his Reddit-assigned fake boyfriend to roll in and introduce himself.

(TW) oliver is online (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: dan has a stalker

One Last Time - humhowellelujah

Summary: Dan made a mistake and he knew it. He also knew that he didn't deserve to, but he wanted to ask Phil if could have him one last time, before they go off their separate ways.

On the Sofa (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Two long-time lovers find that a lazy night on the couch can be just as hot as a long night in the bedroom.

One Month Worth of Edging (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Dan gets punished for going an entire month without uploading a video

One Step at a Time (ao3) - TwistedRocketPower

Summary: It’s amazing, the things we take for granted. When Dan is seriously injured while out running errands, both he and Phil must learn to adjust to a new life. One night changed their lives forever, and they have to learn how to handle it one step at a time.

Once Upon A Time - daniactuallysnuffledthatpopcorn

Summary: A retelling of Cinderella; an unapologetic fairytale

Only the Best for You (ao3) - velarisstars

Summary: Dan is nervous, and he can't stop fidgeting and sweating. But he supposes it's all part of the nerves that come from marrying your best friend of ten years.

only the sweetest words remain (ao3) - wiccamoody

Summary: Dan should have realised he was making a mistake when he deliberately veered off path during his morning jog.

origin story (ao3) - olfrogbait

Summary: Phil grew up with a superhero for a dad, wishing he could have powers of his own. Then he grows up and gets his wish, but it isn't exactly how he imagined it would be.

Oswald (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan is an asshole, Phil goes through a tragic accident, and this somehow brings them together.

Also Phil owns a pancake restaurant.

Our Manchester Days (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: Just a little slice of 2009 Dan and Phil getting together as I like to imagine it. Sweet and fluffy and a little bit sexy, just like our boys

Our Own - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil really want to adopt a child but they’ve had no luck and Dan is super upset but then finds out he’s pregnant and they’re overjoyed about finally being able to have a child. 

Ours (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Phil takes a pregnancy test for fun and when it's positive, he worries that he might have cancer--but the test may be more right than he ever expected.

Over board - helloanonymouswriter

Summary: Phil is a merman who gets captured. He falls for the ship's servant boy.

Over The Edge. (ao3) - heyitsnxel

Summary: Who knew that falling in love would end up being something so literal?

Oxymoron(ic) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: In which Dan hates contrast and Phil is a walking oxymoron.

Dan works hard, he works harder than anyone else he knows. So naturally, when he gets a particularly stressful assignment for Photography class, it never leaves his mind; besides- what kind of topic is 'contrast' anyway?

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfiction #phanfic #masterlists #ficso #ficso masterlist