#yeah anyway I don't need more aus on the pile

[ghouljams]

My dear, so sorry but allow me to brain root this idea here. Feel free to delete it or just kill me for bothering you.

Street race!au

All of the boys work on cars after deployment as a hobby. Maybe Alex or Gaz open a mechanic shop just to have something to do in medical leaves. Their first contact with street race was in a small car gathering, one guy got too cocky about his Bugatti and shit talking the other till Soap got enough. After winning with his Dragster project, people keep inviting them for other races.

Price and Laswell are against it in the beginning. If police ever get one of them it's game over, Martial court and prison. Definitely something they don't want to have to report on, but after some persuasion (it's good to keep the reflexes going, Gaz said, and Ghost can finally learn how to drive better. Much to Ghost protests, it actually helps him understand that scratching the car only means he will be the one paying and fixing it, so he started to avoid getting too close from guard rail or other cars, curbs and signals.) They finally give in, with only a promise to not get near civis! Only empty streets, roads or particular sites or Price himself will skin them.

None of them really buy brand new, no they got to auditions selling broke down cars, going in places with abandoned car bodies. You know seeing something broken and thrown away coming back to life by their hands always brings a smile to their faces.

Price with a Rolls Royce, liking to run on long and straight roads. Gearbox is as stiff as his neck. Break lights blinking as if passing a Morse code. He is better at calibrating things, tried once to work on the electric part and now his radio always turns one whenever he goes left.

Ghost with a GT- R Godzilla, hating curves and dirt roads. Has a skeleton keychain on his rear window gifted from Soap. Likes to work on motors and such. Once have fallen asleep under a project and Gaz and Soap thought it was going to be a great idea to wake him up by smashing an empty cane on his feet. One bruise later, the two of them will work on his car for free to pay the headache.

Soap with a Dodge Challenger dragster, Loves to pop his exhaust to challenge people. More than once his tires explode when burning tires, has to take a lift with Gaz. Do bodywork in the office but prefer to paint and custom.

Gaz with a supra, confident in curves and sew. His car has a generic green plastic soldier hanging on the rear window, Soap gift. The only one with actual patience to do electric work and welding. Once was convinced by Soap to try and use the solder to heat up hotdogs, Ghost swears that the smell of it hunts the place.

(wanted to write more but I think it's alright a small bible.)

Thanks for letting me bored you. Hope you have a wonderful month. 💕🌹💕🌹

Ok, I'm not a car guy (except the dodge challenger, fuck I love a hellcat) but I have watched a lot of Initial D so... I'm basically a drag racing expert.

First thing's first I firmly believe Ghost does not have a license, this man is driving so fucking illegally it is unreal.

Second, headcanons:

I love Soap in a muscle car, it fits him like a glove. He's pulling up with a worn out leather jacket and a sandwich from tesco, late for the race because he knows he'll win. Loves corners. The thrill of seeing how close he can get to the rail is almost as good as watching a bomb go off. He's got those good precision fingers too, I bet he does a lot of filigree and line work on the cars he paints. Probably has a signature style to it that people pay through the nose for. Price has told him multiple times to stop upcharging, he is not going to. Also feels a lot like a trick driver. Driving backwards, lots of donuts and super quick drifts to whip his car around. I think electrical would also be his thing, again it's those precision fingers. He already does wiring for demo work why not cars?

Gaz on call for pickups every time Ghost or Soap fucks up their car. Ghost is in the passenger seat all the fucking time because he stalled his car and it won't start again. Gaz has literally never seen a car stall as much as Ghost's car stalls. Gaz is point man for setting up races, he knows everyone who has a fast car, knows what streets will be empty, knows where the cops will be, he's calling flag girls just to keep this shit classy. You will not catch him slipping. He's an all around-er. He's got the curves, the straight aways, he can do it all and he does it with a smile. He's having the best time. If you ride with him you will be holding on for dear life because he is not slowing down for that turn. Ghost nearly pisses himself the first time he catches a ride home from Gaz, Soap throws up. Price will not get in the car with him.

Price strikes me as a coach type, he's attempting to manage the team Gaz has put together, but he's really just there to watch. I agree I think he's best in the straight away. He's definitely suped up his rolls, and can blast through any competition, as long as he doesn't have to do too much drifting. Gaz attempted to drive his car once and learned the hard way that the gear box cannot handle curves well. Price doesn't care, he likes to go fast so he doesn't need to do much else. He's in the shop every other month staring at the engine while Soap and Gaz hover. He will not take suggestions, eyes on your own work soldiers.

Ghost doesn't like to drive as much as he likes working pit, hard agree. He's a real black thumb, engines are his bread and butter. I want to see that man in coveralls, wiping his oil covered hands on a rag as he inspects his work. Lowkey hates driving. Gaz and Soap are insistent that he knows how to race, because there's nothing more terrifying that having Ghost pull up to a race in his blacked out Godzilla. Definitely gets pulled over all the time for having his windows tinted too dark. I think his engine is loud once it gets up above 140 kph, by design not because there's anything wrong with it. Stalls his car all the fucking time because the man cannot drive if he's not racing. Certified passenger princess. Soap makes him a shitty pink glitter t-shirt that barely fits and Ghost wears it all the time around base. Pisses Price off to no end, have some goddamn self respect.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #street racing au #yeah anyway I don't need more aus on the pile #this doesn't feel like a darling au #more like a platonic boys being stupid au

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 5

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.6][Pt.7]

“So you’re that dead kid everyone’s talking about.”

Danny smacked a trash bag into the purple clad vigilante. “You can pick up the glass.”

“Wait, I’m just here to-”

“Bother me when I’m working? At least the litterer brings me cash. You can help clean or you can leave. Plastics go over there.”

Danny pointed at a pile of plastics, ignoring Spoiler’s bemused look. Hard to tell, really, considering her mask.

“I’ll help clean if you answer some questions!” Spoiler chirped, already moving to pick out the glass in the general trash pile Danny’s managed to gather. He nodded.

“Alright. At least you’re helping. The other one just bothers me and leaves his stuff on the beach.”

Spoiler snorted. “I’m Spoiler. Is the litterer Batman?”

“Sure. I don’t really care what his name is,” which was a complete lie, Danny was a fan. It’s just that messing with Batman (especially after he couldn’t clean up after himself, honestly!) overrode his fan behavior. “But if I catch him leaving shit in the waters again…”

Danny frowned, eyes glowing. He could feel- even with his partial tangibility, the muck of Gotham's waters seeping into his boots. It was not giving 'Live, Laugh, Love' to Danny, and he needed it gone.

“Whatever. They dropped a lot of guns down here. You can deal with those too, yeah?”

“I'm pretty sure that's evidence?!”

“If you could call it that.” Danny plucked away the Styrofoam and the hazardous (more than regular, anyways) materials away from the trash pile so Spoiler could dig through with her gloves without contracting sixteen different sorts of illnesses.

“So, what brings you to Gotham?”

Danny pointed at the water. “Came for school. Stayed because you losers polluted the water with dead bodies and gross chemicals.”

“You go to school?”

“Hey, that’s discriminatory.”

“Oops! No, sorry! I meant-”

Danny waved her off, irritably separating a bottle cap from the crushed bottle. Seriously, what’s the point of putting the cap back on if you were going to throw it in the bay anyways?

“It’s fine. How else am I supposed to learn about the advancements made in the scientific industry otherwise?”

Even if Danny wasn’t too sure that science could sure stupidity, but a halfa could dream, right?

"So... do you just... listen in on lectures?"

Danny stared at her. "What else would I do in a class??"

"Oh. I just thought since you're dead and all, you'd do something more... fun?"

"I mean, I could terrorize the local villains for kicks, if that's what you meant."

Spoiler brightened. "Actually, yeah! That would be helpful! If Mr. Freeze keeps bringing the cold during my latte Thursdays, I'm gonna snap and wring his cold little chicken neck."

Danny snorted. "Alright. I will keep an eye out for this Mr. Freeze." Danny paused. "Hey, tell your friend to come down and help us."

"What- oh. Black Bat!" Stephanie waved her partner down. Black Bat gracefully slipped down towards the bay, casually knocking out two goons gunning for Spoiler.

'Careful,' Black Bat signed.

"Thanks!" Spoiler bounced on the heels of her feet. She swept an arm out. "Wanna help?"

Black Bat tilted her head and, after placing Danny under quick but thorough scrutiny, nodded.

'You can get the salvageable stuff. Anything you can't lift, leave to me.' Danny signed clumsily, placing emphasis on can't.

"You know sign language?"

"I'm not too good at it, I just learned this version."

He knew ghost-sign first, after all.

"Chop, chop. I don't have all night."

----

Danny learned that Black Bat had the skill to knock cans into their designated piles if he threw them in the air so she could kick at them.

"You two can come back anytime."

Spoiler whooped while Black Bat leaned back, smug.

"Wait, tell the litterer he owes me $200. He was short last time."

"...Are you telling me Batman owes you money?"

"Yeah. He might be in financial straights, so I gave him some lee-way."

Black Bat and Spoiler looked at each other.

----

"Hey, so guess what I learned about sea boy!"

Bruce's head swiveled to her with startling intensity. The rest of the clan tuned in.

"He knows sign language! Maybe he even knows ancient sign language! And goes to school, but since he's like, dead, he could only listen to the lectures."

"Bruce, Bruce, do not start a ghost-education plan. Stop. We don't even know if he even-" Dick tackled Bruce, who was already writing a petition as Bruce Wayne to give partial credit to students that diligently goes to class.

"Oh, yeah!" Stephanie shouted over the unraveling chaos. "He promised to fuck with our Rogues for a bit so we can get a break! And we also got a bunch of guns!"

"Where? Gimme!" Jason demanded.

"Do not give Todd more firearms!" Damian cut in.

"Also!" Stephanie grinned as Cass shook with laughter. "Batman's a debtor! He owes Phantom $200!"

"Ain't no fucking way." Tim cackled. "Hear that Bruce? That's karma! For not defending me when he called me broke!"

#batman #danny phantom #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #bruce has already adopted this kid #just not with paperwork #but that's a trivial matter for BatDad #he's also going to adopt both tucker and sam #dcxdp #sea cryptic! danny au

[euphoricfilter]

Hiiiiii! Can you do a drabble for hobi

3. Smut(idk if that's the right one but anyways-)Ik that hobi is always portrayed as a hard dom but I kind of want to see him all soft dommy and fluffy cus maybe the reader is a virgin

"Don't cry, it will feel better soon"

maybe the first, but not the last time:

pairing: soft dom! hoseok x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || established relationship au || non-idol au ||

summary: hoseok was written by a woman, and you're lucky he's all yours.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, smut in the forms of: vaginal fingering because hobi is a pleasure dom and a sweetheart and wants to make sure the reader is comfortable before she eventually loses her virginity, masturbation, mentions of bleeding.

notes: based on and off stage persona alone, i fully believe that hobi could pull off being both either soft or a little mean

drabble masterlist || my main masterlist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hoseok was written by a woman. 

And as much as you’d been skeptical at first, how any human could be so perfect, a man no less, months after making it official he showed no signs of any ill intentions; no hidden ulterior motives that usually lurked in the shadows, only making an appearance when your partner had you wholly to themselves. 

It was inevitable that the topic of sex would be brought up at some point in his courting of you, and as much as he hadn’t been pushy about it, you still felt there would always be the dreaded expectation of one day having to lose your virginity hanging over your relationship like a stormcloud. 

You cursed society for feeding you doubt, because truly virginity didn’t mean anything, shouldn’t mean anything. And as much as you like to remind yourself of this fact, it was the niggling anxiety of intimacy that had you shying away from the topic. 

Hoseok was far from reserved. He had no qualms about peeing with the door open, or skipping around your apartment with nothing but a towel on, truly making himself comfortable around you. And that’s when you realized that maybe Hoseok was the person you wanted to hand your wretched v-card to, because if it were to be anyone, then it’s going to be Hobi. 

He’d made it apparent he was in this for the long run, so if not now, then when? 

“Are you sure?” his eyebrows crease, watching as you shift from foot to foot; you look ever so pretty stood looking down at him, the cutest little hue of pink dusting your cheeks. 

“Yeah” you nod, tongue wetting your bottom lip. 

“You’re nervous” he points out, sinking a little further into the couch, legs falling open. 

“I mean it’s kind of a big deal?” your shoulders deflate, working yourself up for the impending rejection, you can see it on the tip of his tongue. 

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal” he shrugs, “The concept of virginity is a pile of dogshit” 

You stifle a laugh behind your hand, “But what if I’m bad?” 

The corner of Hoseok’s lip tugs up, “You’re inexperienced, not bad” he tells you, patting his thigh– and you follow, settling gently over his lap. 

Hoseok’s hands run over your back, teasing at the hem of your shirt; never venturing to run over your bare skin, “Plus, I really like you” 

“What does that have to do with anything?” your eyebrows crease, stomach tensing as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“You could give me the worst head ever, and I’d probably still cum, you’re so pretty baby” he murmurs, “Just looking at you is enough, you don’t have to do any of the hard bits– let me take care of you” 

You nod. 

“Words, darling” he tucks your hair behind your ear, “I need to know you really want this” 

“I want it” you whisper, absolutely mesmerized. 

“Do you trust me?” he dares ask, hands holding your cheeks as your body goes lax in his lap. 

“Yes, with my whole life” 

“That’s bold of you, baby” he laughs, “Lucky I’d trust you with mine, yeah?” 

You swallow thickly, fingers eager as you tug at the waistband of his sweats.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable” he pats your ass, arms hooking under your thighs, balancing your body over his shoulder. 

He’s gentle as he lays you down on his bed, and you say nothing as he takes long strides into the bathroom, emerging seconds later with a towel. He must see your confusion, “Just in case you bleed” 

“You’re not really helping with my nerves” you admit and Hoseok’s head tips back in laughter. 

“It’s common, nothing to worry about” 

You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, prickly realization that this was actually happening hitting you full force, “Can I keep my shirt on?” you whisper, a small part of you hoping that maybe he hadn’t heard you. 

His eyes widen by a fraction, “Of course, if that’s what you want” he nods, “We’ll go as slow as you need” 

It’s embarrassing, the dribble of slick that dampens your panties as Hoseok looms over you. Pretty lips kissing down your jaw until your fingers tangle in hair, pulling him up for a kiss. 

You shudder as his hand slips past the waistband of your shorts, “Is this okay?” he asks, teasing the lacy trim of your panties. 

You nod, hips bucking upwards in search of sweet relief. His thumb brushes over your panty-covered clit, a sharp moan barely muffled by a hand slipping past your lips. 

“You’re so sensitive, darling” he croons, “Are you comfortable taking these off” he toys with the string of your shorts, and you nod, tugging both your sleep shorts and panties off as your boyfriend rummages through his nightstand. 

He lubes his fingers up, gentle as his free hand roams your body, slow enough that you know what he’s doing.

Your thighs twitch as a finger prods the entrance of your cunt, “Is this okay?” he asks, barely pushing into you. 

You nod, head tilting to watch as his thumb flicks over your clit, electric pleasure pushing another pitiful dribble of slick over Hoseok’s fingers. 

You don’t have the right words to explain how it feels when one of your boyfriend’s fingers push past your walls, strange stretch overpowered by the pad of his fingers dragging over such an intimate place. 

Saline tears gather at your waterline, utterly overwhelmed by the onslaught of new sensations.

It’s as Hoseok eases a second finger into you that you blink, wetting your cheeks. 

"Don't cry, it will feel better soon" he coos, fingers curling into your sweet spot. Your hips buck up at the unexpected pleasure. 

“It doesn’t feel bad” you hiccup, “Just a little weird” 

“Just relax for me, yeah?” he kisses behind your ear, “It will all feel a lot better if you just relax” 

The tighness in your muscles uncoils, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on the slow drag of Hoseok’s fingers thrusting into you. 

His thumb presses down on your clit, heat simmering throughout your body, “Hobi” you cry, “Gonna–” your hand flies to cover your mouth, cheeks flushed red. Sudden relief washing over you as you tip over the edge. 

“That’s it” he croons, gently pulling his fingers out of you, “You did so well” he shushes you, hands firms as they run over your quivering thighs. “I think that’s enough for today” he tells you. 

“But–” you start, blinking up at him when he presses a finger to your lips. 

“No buts baby, I told you we’ll take it slow. 2 fingers were pushing it, and that’s okay” 

“What about you?” your glance down at his cock, tip an angry red that you can only assume hurts. 

“Do you mind if I–?” he gestures down to his length, pre-cum dribbling down his shaft at your unwavering attention. 

“It’s okay” you nod, watching as his hand wraps around his cock, slicked up with your arousal from his hands, lithe wrist picking up the pace as he tugs at his length. 

Your cunt clenches around nothing as Hoseok cums over your thighs, milky white, painting your skin with his release. 

“How about I run a bath for you?” 

“Can we bathe together?” you ask, watching a gentle smile tug at his lips. 

“If you’re okay with that, then I’d love to” he hums, “You wait here, pretty baby” 

“Be quick, I feel sticky” 

Hoseok was written by a woman, and this may be the first time you’d given yourself to a man, maybe not having gone all the way, but you’re sure this wouldn’t be the last time. Because like Hoseok, you saw yourself in this for the long run. 

🌻 thank you for reading!! feedback is always welcome

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#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #hoseok #hoseok imagine #bts fic #hoseok fanfic #hoseok x reader #bts hoseok #bts non idol au #hobi #bts au fic #bts drabble game

[princess-of-the-corner]

Sorry, just discovered your public knowledge au, its hilarious. I think 'realistically' I like the Only Miraculous wielders & whoever they tell knows version as it could feel a bit less cracky though it'd still beg why they don't bring other heroes in to collectively stomp Gabriel as they know his location. Though that just has me imagining him palming it off on his various rich friends like a hot potato. Anyway two main thoughts:

`1: For the just Holders know AU, Gabriel owns up to his motives right away & almost convinces the kids. Except Fu shows up & reveals that its basically a monkeys paw and more people will die if he makes is wish. Gabriel insists he s smart enough to work around that (He also just doesn't care) but Tikki & Plagg are like, "Literally we have no control over this, it goes to shit every single time, sorry."

In essence, its his ego and control freak nature that mean Gabriel refuses to give up even when he and everyone else know he should quit. Its probably kind of a sad/rough start for Adrien especially, but also leads to very quick positive vibes with Marinette & more direct mentorship.

2: Rogercop be like

Chloe: Well, seeing as you won't do your damn job, how about our classes two super heroes show you up? Adrien: I am one hundred percent down for that except I can't find Plagg! Marinette: Ya know I've wanted to try this anyway, Luck Charm! (Gets a Plagg doll with his head snuck in the bracelet) Well that answers that.

Later

Tikki: How did you even get stuck we can phase through soli matter.., Oh this is interesting and maybe concerning. Chloe: What can it do magic, is it a Miraculous? Plagg: Well its tied to a Miraculous, where'd you find this?

Chloe: Back of my mothers cupboard? Andre: You aren't meant to have that (Tries to snatch) Chloe: Why, what is it!? Can it do magic?

Andre: If by magic you mean mind control you- don't break it you'll explode! Chloe: Why do you own a mind controlling bracelet that only works on me and kills me if it breaks and why was it in a fucking dust covered pile of half forgotten trash!? Andre: ... Its your mot- Gabriel's fault, blame him, now I have a meeting to get to bye! (Runs away)

Butterflies appear Adrien: Dad, glad you could... Make it. Gabriel: Well I am here now, also the Amok's treatment is very much 'not' my fault, it is like that because your parents don't love you.

Adrien: DAD! Gabriel: I am a magical empath son, I know it to be true, your mother and I were much more careful with your Amok & sealed it away so it could never be used against you or damaged. Those two tossed it in a cupboard once they realized it couldn't just rewrite a babies personality, or any personality, to not need things like food or affection, if they hadn't already made the announcement they'd have probably smashed it or given it away. Gabriel: By it I mean Chloe.

Chloe: Oh... (Uses the Amok to turn herself 'off' IE pass out) Gabriel: Dammit, I was hoping the truth would cause her to explode in a rage never before seen and become my most powerful Akuma! I can't even use this self destructive self loathing, she's too depressed to even transform! (Leaves)

Honestly this started out kind of funny then I made myself sad.

Gabriel: I wonder if I should mention the sister they had made as a replacement. That one didn't turn out how they wanted either but they did skip the baby phase.

GOD the chaos there.

But also yeah the AU is mostly crack because tbh I can't see an identity reveal happening that doens't immediately lead to an ending one way or another.

But also OOF.

#public knowledge au

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hello! I've been kinda stalling sending this for absolutely no reason, but I'm gonna do it today because it's going to rot in my brain if I don't. Actually, maybe you've done this ask before? Idk, my brain is all scrambled up rn but I'm gonna ask this anyway cause why not

What would happen if Yuu got their period in the Kaiju!AU? How would the Kaiju react?

I can imagine Grim and Crowley freaking out, trying to figure out what's wrong with Yuu. And all the while, Yuu's like, "What are you guys doing? Hey, stop bombarding me! Personal space! What- why are you guys sniffing me!?" And since Yuu doesn't understand what they're saying, they can't answer them on why they smell like blood. Or it the scenario could work with any other of the Kaiju's, too

Wait, how would Yuu even get menstrual products anyway? Do they get them from Sam?? How would they even get those type of products from Sam??? Maybe he get some of them from that wreck of a lab from the beginning somehow? Idk, but I thought it'd be a fun idea

Yeah, this is all I have rn since my brain is cranked all the way up on slow mode today. I hope you have a good day and goodbye! (Oh, and this can be a gender neutral thing with Yuu just being AFAB)

WARNING: Menstrual cycle discussion under read more! Will be using they/them pronouns since gender neutral/AFAB was requested.

Oh goodness, being in the Kaiju AU is going to be a little more difficult for Yuu whether they’re female or AFAB. 😂 Between staying in Crewel’s den or at Crowley’s nest, it’s tricky to get the supplies that they need or communicate to the Kaiju that this stuff they’ve piled up is necessary. Given that Grim does understand what Yuu is saying though, he is able to help at least get that point across…when it suits him anyway (if Yuu makes even more of a fuss than usual, he’ll translate for the others).

I’ll go ahead and explain that—at first—Yuu had to get a bit creative with their monthly cycle once it actually hit. I’d imagine that their body might temporarily shut down that function due to the stress of their new environment, being surrounded by giant monsters that could literally level mountains with a swipe, and the near constant sense of impending doom—even if they’re safe with the guardian trio. This is good for Yuu as it gives them time to finally venture out of the den with Grim to explore the other facilities as it would take a while before they can get back to the original lab.

Luckily for Yuu, the closest facility—although abandoned—was still in good condition and had most of the supplies that they’ll need. In fact, this is where they found the music player that Grim thought was a chew toy! So imagine the sheer excitement and relief Yuu would have the moment they found not one, not two, but a whole crate full of pads, tampons, period cups, and even extra unopened packages of underwear!

You might be wondering why there was so much. Well, because there are female researchers on the teams and the island is not exactly in the most convenient of places, which means that getting supply drops are far and few. Especially when you have creatures that aren’t the Kaiju who can and will attempt to attack any vehicle that comes near the island. I’ll get a bit more detail on the island’s setup and whatnot, but that’s a bit of context on how Yuu is essentially set when it comes to non-perishable items that could be used for a comfortable existence on the island of behemoths!

Sam may have found a few crates of other supplies that had been washed up, but it’s not like he knows what they’re used for unless he observed the humans using the tools out in the field. Even so, Sam will know when Yuu needs something and will make sure to have them available on his next visit. How else did he know to bring a bed when Yuu wanted something comfortable to sleep on?

Now, as for how the Kaiju would react when Yuu finally starts their cycle. If you were expecting Crowley to be freaking out over Yuu’s health like he did in the Twisted Monsterland AU, you’d be mistaken. He does get flustered, but more like a “my tiny human is too young to mate!!!” sort of way while Crewel just sighs at his theatrics. They would be concerned to notice if Yuu’s cycle causes them a lot of pain and discomfort, but luckily the facilities have plenty of painkillers and antibiotics that are available—all that’s required is MIRA to access the appropriate amount needed to get Yuu through their current cycle!

Surprisingly, Grim becomes more protective over Yuu whenever they’re around the other Kaiju. Whenever he notices that they’re uncomfortable (whether they just took painkillers or they’re exhausted or some other feeling they get during this time), he will pick them up or curl around them to purr up a storm and hiss at whoever comes near too fast.

He’s swatted at the first years more than once. 😆

The other Kaiju boys would be confused as to what’s happening. Sure, they know about cycles on an instinctive level (and they understand what it means), they’re just more confused as to the frequency. Do humans not have specific mating seasons? Eventually it does get to the point where they know to be less rowdy when it’s that time of the month, either bringing Yuu their favorite treats or snacks that they managed to get (and once it became clear that one particular fruit tasted exactly like chocolate pudding to Yuu, it became a staple) or taking naps with them. Yuu is going to be one very comfortable human once they figure out a good rhythm to manage things!

That's all I can think of off the top of my head, but there's more than one way to survive in the wild, and with MIRA at Yuu's side, their chances of survival were better than they were before! UvU Also fun fact, there really is a fruit that tastes like chocolate pudding! 0v0

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland kaiju au #twst kaiju au

[yume-fanfare]

mitsuba's deaths and almost deaths: my ranking!

he has died 3 times in canon, and has had some other close calls in both canon and aus, so it's ranking time! this will of course contain several spoilers under the cut!

CANON DEATHS

number 3: his severance death

this one has a LOT of potential! it had been a while since his last death! he broke into pieces right in front of kou, and just as he was having the most peaceful cutest sleep! was vanishing physically painful? who was more emotionally hurt by it, kou or mitsuba? how did it feel Falling Apart into pieces later? i need to know! but unfortunately we haven't yet gotten an actual severance chapter from their pov, only vague flashbacks. we don't even quite know what natsuhiko told kou and it's haunting me. can we go back to the kou becoming a supernatural plotline please. but anyways yeah this is why it is the worst (in terms of thematic importance and story focus) death to me. need those extra details

number 2: his first death

car accident. when he was buying potatoes. on his mom's birthday. when curry doesn't even actually need potatoes. need i say more. there's even the extra irony in the fact that kou's earring, which he so hates, says "traffic safety" in it. it's simply so perfect. it aligns so well. it's an everyday tragedy, yet it somehow is the cause behind the plot of the entire manga. has led to some of the most heartbreaking official art. like the one where baby kou is holdin g an empty uniform whose owner has vanished into a pile of flower petals. fucked up.

number 1: the death of m1tsuba

PERFECT. SHOWSTOPPING. HE DIED IN KOU'S ARMS!!!

the scene that actually got me Invested in this manga. ive watched it around three hundred times, in the anime, the manga and the musical and it can still bring me to tears. while death number 2 hangs heavier, this one ranks higher for me because it is. a cataclysm. this event seriously changed the trajectory of kou's life forever. HAS THE "this... this isn't you, mitsuba! the mitsuba i know i-is... sassy. girly. sarcastic. selfish. and... and his voice was annoying. obsessed with cameras. went emo sometimes and was only fake-nice. and... and he was my friend!" LINE AND and it cut to the shot of their first meeting as first years but with mitsuba getting up and leaving and! man. it is so good. i wouldn't change a single detail. something important to me... maybe

ALMOST DEATHS (CANON AND NON-CANON)

only the ones i remember off the top of my head and wanted to talk about sowwy

if you have not read any of the aus i mentioned you Definitely should check them out they are SO good!

honorary mention: the times he's (almost) been turned into a mokke

didn't know whether to count this one but i really like it it's so funny. his pyon pyon pink bunny era. the most mokke-coded character. i did cringe a little in that christmas event where his gift was being turned into a mokke because come on. horrors for him again? on christmas? but no one had that great of a time then so ill forgive it

number 5: his transformation into a familiar in hanako-kun of magic

he didn't die at all in this one, yes, but it's supposed to parallel his becoming a supernatural, so it's going into the ranking. it was kind of lame though 😭 ik it was public voting yadda yadda but like it only happened like that to fill aidairo's monthly quota of bad things happening to mitsuba. the alicorn concept and clothes were cute though ill give them that. can we get a colored front-facing ref

number 4: his almost-death in chapter 98

it sucked so bad. like ok. when i was reading the chapter i was not surprised by it at all. this is a horror manga so something bad Had to happen, and like hell he was actually going to die Again in that moment. and it was executed in a really cool way! kou's single page that only had a "SQUELCH" speech bubble was bone-chilling and there is almost a eurydice flavor to the whole fleeing and turning around to see the ghost of the person you love and finding that you're holding Only their hand.

but as much as ive joked about this manga inventing a new level of bury your gays, there Are some unfortunate implications to two boys having a cute date and then immediately almost-killing one off them. (this could indeed also be applied to mitsuba's death in a way too). im usually not too harsh w this stuff because even if the implications are there i have faith that this wasn't quite meant like that.

but ultimately this scene was there only for shock value to end the chapter in a cliffhanger so! not ranked very high

number 4: his afterlife as a mummy in the ghost hotel café

ok we barely have anything on his death here so it's not too high but just those four lines are so funny. guy who owns the land but is too scared to act out on it. is secretly planning on taking over the hotel. has cried when kou bit him. is his pastissier apprentice. i hope he's better at baking than mit2uba is at cooking. the idea of them having a silly afterlife baking together and chasing after each other is so funny i love them

number 3: his youkai transformation in the bakeneko ryokan hanakotei

his most recent almost-death! we don't know much about it yet but it is such a cute concept!!! he turned into a kitty youkai and now works at the hot springs! it's just like spirited away!!!! super invested on this one i want more so badly

number 2: the time he got poisoned in hanako of the opera

chef's kiss! this one is Almost perfect, if only because the number 1 spot is my favorite scene in any manga ever. mitsuba drinks poisoned peach juice and thanks to the subsequent investigation and hanako's intervention, he is able to escape from the oppressive opera environment with kou! but here is the catch: every night, natsuhiko left a glass of juice for him, and mitsuba never once drank it. what changed this time? why did he drink it? well, the one who left the juice and poisoned him was not natsuhiko, but kou. did mitsuba know? kou. poisoned mitsuba, who in this au is his Childhood Friend. to see if, by taking him out of the opera, he'd be able to help him regain his love of music. and mitsuba willingly drank the poison. probably knowingly. he trusted kou not to kill him. and then they elope. there are sooo many levels to this one i love it

number 1: chapter 48, picture perfect arc

EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR THE BEST ROMANCE EVER!!! SHOWSTOPPING!!!! BREATHTAKING!!! NO ONE DOES IT LIKE THEM!!!

it's so perfect. the way the the page where kou jumps off the building is angled and composed so that the panels themselves are falling with them too. kou's promise. the way he literally jumped off a building just to have a chance to understand mitsuba better. and then they'd work their way back to life together! it gets me every time. no one does it like them. i love them so much. <333

and that is all, thanks for sticking by!

but how about YOU guys? what is Your favorite mitsuba death? how would you change my ranking? im always up for talking about mitsuba!

#as an extra note even if hanako of magic isnt very high it Is my favorite au so check it out!!! #do i even tag this #it did take me way too long but i wrote it because i felt like it #jshk #mitsuba sousuke #mitsukou #tbhk #ok thats enough #anyways yeah my silly #be sure to vote for him in the came back wrong tournament and the dead character tournament btw #jbksh #mar's midnight rambles

[barcingmatter]

The Beginning (Star Witch Au)

"-And thats why I can't become a witch."

The middle aged person across from Danny hummed quietly for a moment, sipping at their tea while he looked back down at the book in his lap, the title 'A Witchlets Guide To Apprenticeship' taunting him.

"And your parents won't let you apply for the public mentorship? There is one in Amity Park that's always accepting applicants," they set their cup down, looking through the tea leaves left in the bottom.

Danny set the book on the table to join the others he'd been picking through. The library's decent selection on becoming a witch only frustrated him.

How was he supposed to put any of the books to use in his situation?

He huffed, sinking into the plush chair. "No, they're only willing to consider it if I can manage to get a private mentorship. They're only doing it because they KNOW I don't know anyone who can do mentoring. They want me to give up and become a scientist like them," he droned.

The person across from him didn't look up from their tea leaves, like they were looking for something.

"I'm curious," they began, "why do you want to become a witch so bad?"

"Well- its kinda- I mean most people think it's kinda childish-"

"I assure you even if it's childish it won't mean any less."

Danny turned to them and they finally looked back, porcelain cup abandoned on the table. "I... I wanna be worthy of the stars."

They raised an eyebrow. "Worthy of the stars?"

The library was quiet for a moment, save for the subtle 'tick, tock' of a pocket watch hanging from the elders necklace.

"The stars guide people who are lost, and they tell stories and preserve history. They're always there, they help people, kinda... I wanna be like that. I wanna be like the stars, and I wanna know them," he explained.

The elder stood, leaving their cup in its place on the table and picking up one of the books Danny was looking through before their conversation began. "Not many witches do private mentorships outside of family or monetary gain. It would be easier for you to give up and listen to your parents wishes. You might not be good enough to make it to an academy anyways, much less gain an artifact."

Their pocketwatch ticked just a bit faster.

Danny glared at his pile of books, "it would, but that would be stupid. If I gave up on it now I'd probably hate myself for the rest of my life. And then I'd die and still hate myself for not trying." He picked up one of the books and cracked it open, ready to start looking for something, maybe a loophole that would work.

"Alright," they smirked, standing in front of the boy. "I'll mentor you."

The book tumbled to the floor as Danny looked up at the person quick enough to give himself whiplash, "huh?"

"You need a mentor, and I am certified to do so. I only have one condition," they grabbed their necklace, flicking open the pocketwatch.

Danny scrambled to his feet, half sure he was having some weird lucid dream, "yeah anything! Well, not my soul but I mean other than that-!"

"If I mentor you, you will not be allowed to quit. You'll have to push through to graduation, no matter what."

Icy blue met muted red, and Danny nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course! I'm not gonna give up, not when I actually have a chance!" He grinned, hands trembling with energy. Could this really be happening? Could he finally have his in?

"Well then, Daniel-"

"Wait how did you know my name?"

"-I'm clockwork, and I'd be happy to take you on as my apprentice."

They stuck out a hand, Roman numerals and curved lines running along the skin from the palm until it disappeared under a sweater sleeve.

Danny grabbed it, shaking perhaps a bit too excitedly.

The pocketwatch stopped ticking, the stars shone a tad bit brighter, just for a moment.

The tea leaves at the bottom of an old porcelain cup resembled a star.

⏳️____✨️

And that marks the start of danny becoming a witch in this au!

This au is based off of this post I made.

To make it make a bit more sense, in this au magic is practiced by humans and exists parallel to science and the modern world, kinda like little witch academia. Anyone can become a witch but you have to have completed a year long mentorship (at least) to qualify for any magic academy.

Only certain witches are qualified to be a mentor, with it essentially like being certified to be a teacher. Most mentors do public mentorships, mentor a specific family, or get hired on a witch by witch basis.

Clockwork just so happens to be certified, and as a time witch they knew that in quite a few timelines they'd mentor Danny, so they arranged it so they'd 'coincidentally' end up at the library at the same time as the kid trying to look into mentorships. Totally coincidental, not at all staged. Time magic.

Let me know if you want more of this au!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #not barcs art #star witch au #danny phantom drabble #danny phantom au #clockwork #danny phantom fanfiction #dp au

[ddejavvu]

Can we get a Stalker!Eddie kinda angst not heart shattering

Like reader moves close by because rent is cheap. But Eddie sees them one time and is just in love. He hasn't seen their full face or heard their voice but he's fallen hard. Like he got pictures of them eventually has them glued into a notebook and keeps under his bed and is waiting to swoop off their feet...but they are dating someone long distance.

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

lovesick stalker eddie is so endearing :') like he's not scary or violent he just adores you sm </3

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He can see you through your window. You're folding laundry, snapping towels out until you can fold them without wrinkles.

He thinks about his own laundry, piled neglectfully in the corner of his room. Maybe you could do your laundry together, he dreams, maybe you would fold his shirts and he'd wrangle your wrinkled towels.

He realizes he's standing in front of your trailer like a man possessed, starting for the steps and knocking tentatively on the door. He hears your voice, your sweet voice that's everything he'd imagined it to be and more, 'Be right there!'

You could take a lifetime to open the door for him, and he'd still love you.

You don't take a lifetime, though, you take twelve seconds, not that Eddie's counting. Twelve seconds, and he sees your radiant smile, your shirt shifted on your shoulders so that one pops out. Each detail about you, the slight bulge of your cheeks, the fluttering of your lashes has him swooning, your unobscured face dreamier than he'd ever expected.

"Oh, hi!" You smile brightly at him, leaning on the door, "You're Eddie, yeah? I'm Y/N."

His eyes widen and he flounders, "Um, yep. That's me. How'd you know?"

"Your uncle told me about you," You grin at him, "He's very nice! He had lots of good things to say about you."

"Really?" He laughs sheepishly, and if it weren't for the plate of carefully-frosted cookies in his hand, he'd have stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Really," You insist, "He said if I ever needed anyone to clean out the gutter up there, that you're the man to call."

You say it with a teasing smile, not wanting to force him into chores. But he puffs up with pride at your knowledge of his handiwork, "Yeah, for sure. Jus' lemme know, I'll have 'em cleaned out for you in no time."

"Thanks, Eddie," You croon, and he swears he's about to pass out on the spot. Appreciation is thick in your gaze, and he feels his legs tremble slightly. He finally remembers why he's there, holding out the cookies with a shaky hand.

"These are for you," He states the obvious, cursing himself for doing so only seconds later, "Um, if you want them?"

"Oh," You gush, your eyes lighting up as you reach for the paper plate, "Did you make these yourself?"

He thinks that much is obvious from the sloppy smear of icing over the cookies, but he nods anyways, "Yeah, I- I'm not the best baker. Or decorator."

"I like them." You decide, squinting at the treats, "Have you had one already?"

He shakes his head, "I didn't wanna snake your snack."

His word choice draws a laugh from your throat, one that flows freely and tinges his cheeks even pinker than they were before. He's absolutely certain that you're an angel in that moment, that your wings are tucked into the back of your shirt.

"Snake one," You urge him, picking one up yourself and biting into the edge.

"Mm," You wait until he has a mouthful of cookie to speak, a crumb falling from your lips, "Cinnamon? That's my boyfriend's favorite, I'll have to save him one."

Eddie's heart stops. His stomach churns with dread, his jaw goes slack and leaves him with a soggy mouthful of cookie.

You finish your bite without noticing, and it gives Eddie the time to compose himself.

"Boyfriend?" He croaks, and you glance away from the cookie and up at him.

"Mhm!" You nod cheerily, your eyes crinkling as you smile and breaking Eddie's heart, "He's long distance, but he comes to visit every few months! He's due in just a few days, he's gonna help me move in."

Eddie glances past you at the boxes stacked in your trailer. It's a small space, and he can't figure out why you haven't filled it out yet, but he takes the opportunity that presents itself to him.

"If you need help unpacking, I can help you now. You won't have to wait."

"Aw, that's okay, Eddie! I really don't wanna inconvenience you." You have a heart of gold, clearly, if you're willing to live in a barebones trailer rather than let Eddie unpack your couch cushions and dishes.

He shakes his head, some of his hair flying around his shoulders, "It's not an inconvenience, really. I- I don't mind, do you want the help?"

You debate for one more moment, stuffing a bite of cookie into your mouth to pad the time. You finally nod, backing up and nudging the door open with your foot while you set the plate of cookies on the table, "C'mon in, Eddie, make yourself at home!"

He intends to. He intends to imprint on your life, become your handyman, become the one you call whenever you need something. Not your stupid long-distance boyfriend. Your boyfriend can't kill a spider for you from god-knows-where he is. Eddie can, though. Your boyfriend can't fix a leaky sink that's bothering you from god-knows-where he is. Eddie can, though.

He toes off his sneakers by the door, lining them up carefully beside yours, a pair of pairs. It looks meant to be, it looks like he lives there.

"Let's start here," You gesture to a box labeled fabric, and you pull out a curtain rod.

"If you can get this assembled," You wrestle with the pieces for a moment to hand them to him, and he takes them carefully, trying not to break the crystalline ends, "I'll handle the actual curtain."

He doesn't have it in him to answer, too in-his-head to reply normally. But he nods, getting to work on the rod as his tongue pokes concentratedly out of his mouth.

Hanging up curtains with you seems domestic, a lover's quarrel of 'no, further left than that, further, fur- stop!' and 'Eddie, this ring won't stay in place'. He's happy to be your hero, to be the man hanging up your curtains, and he swears right then and there that you'll move in together someday, that the next time anyone touches this curtain rod, it'll be him affixing it to the wall of your new home.

Him.

Not your boyfriend.

Him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #eddie munson angst #eddie munson au #stalker!eddie #multiverse mondays #ddejavvu's multiverse mondays

[safetycar-restart]

hiii!! i come to you with a logan and oscar idea, poly or separate, idc. so it’s established that what leads to oscar joining logan and his dom is logan finding him in subspace but alternatively going with the past d/s au, what if logan knew that oscar had this horrible dom and it shattered his heart everytime he thought about it like “i have a good dom, why can’t oscar? oscars good too, why can’t he have good things?”

so this leads to Logan talking to his dom about oscar and his dom saying yes because well all oscar and Logan really want is to be good, at their cores they are good boys. so logan finds oscar and that time and brings him with him back to his dom and at this point they are both sobbing, oscar from his bad drop with his (team assigned) dom and logan because once again he can’t really rationalize in this headspace that oscar can’t have as good a dom as he does. so you end up talking with both of them when they are out of subspace and coming to an agreement that oscar is now your sub. i think that with logan being collared it might cause some issues like internally for oscar, especially when he enters subspace like “am i not good enough to be collared too?” :(. which of course he is and you end up having to have a long conversation with oscar about how you love him just as much as you love logan. and thought number 2 which is far less developed: what do you think logan is like as a little? cause i personally see him as being more laidback, kind of like max but with less trauma. but he still has his moments unlike when he’s not little, little!logan is wayyyyyyyy more hurt by you (his mommy/daddy) talking to other littles. ESPECIALLY ones he feels like are better than him. he’s always afraid you’re going to leave him for a “better” little. feel free to add any of your thoughts (also sorry for any mistakes, english is my third language) -love 🎾anon

Firstly, please know that you guys can always send ideas that don't merge with the 'canon' of our verses! Nothing is set in stone and I love exploring different ideas. Anyway, I love this so much.

I love how pure Logan is about it? He's really just there like 'I good boy, I have good dom. But Oscar good boy? Why no good dom for Oscar? MUST FIX" and that's it. That's far as the plan goes.

He's long since decided that when it comes to anything to do with scening and dynamics, it is your problem. Ever since you collared him, he kinda just tells you his vague thoughts and lets you do the rest cause you're his dom and he trusts you.

So with this, he thought no further than the fact that Oscar deserves a better dom and you are a better dom therefore you must dom Oscar and him together.

Of course you say yes when Logan brought it up to you. Not only because you would do anything to make Logan never look so sad again, but also because you genuinely love Oscar and it breaks your heart to know he's not getting what he needs.

You except Oscar to be upset when he comes to you, but you don't Logan to also be in a breakdown. Logan is just crying and hugging Oscar, mumbling that it isnt fair! Oscar should be with you and him, not some terrible mclaren dom!

Of course hearing this makes Oscar cry even more, because he wants what you and Logan have so bad.

You don't actually scene with them properly, because you havent been able to talk to Oscar about his limits yet and because they're both far too upset. Maybe you let them kneel for you? They get to kneel right next to each other, their legs pressed against each other and they can even hold hands. Within ten minutes they've formed a cuddle pile at your feet and honestly it's just the cutest?

You've got two good boys cuddling at your feet, looking up at you for praise and reassurance.

Oscar spends the night, cuddles between you and Logan and has the best sleep he's had in a long time. You discuss everything in the morning and all of three you realise that Oscar needs to also be your sub.

So that's what happens.

But yeah Oscar definitely has a problem with Logan having a collar, and it's actually so difficult for him to workout what his problem even is? Because he's not upset that Logan is collared, he's happy! He loves watching you and Logan together, and his heart would break if you took Logan's collar away.

But at the same time, his heart just aches sometimes? Cause he... he wants a collar too. He wants to really feel like he belongs to you.

And I think Logan feels really guilty about that? He can see that it's upsetting Oscar and he doesn't know what to do. Oscar just joined, so he knows it's too early for Oscar to be collared, but he also knows that there's no way in hell he's going to take his collar off around Oscar. He hasn't been without a collar for over three years and he's not about to start now, it would break him.

Maybe you get Oscar a play collar? A collar that he only wears during scenes and that he can request to wear around the house too. He can't put his own play collar on, it has to be you that does it and if you aren't there, then it can be Logan but you must order Logan to do it.

Oscar ADORES his play collar, and pretty soon he's always wearing it around the house.

Within two months he's gotten his own day collar, because once he knows what it's like to wear your collar, he doesn't ever want to stop.

Maybe Oscar and Logan get each other bracelets? So it's like they've kinda collared each other too.

LITTLE!LOGAN:

I'm not gonna spend too much time on this because of how long the d/s au idea was, but I do want to say this: I love the idea that he's jealous?

He's actually a pretty independent little, happy to watch cartoons and drink from his sippy cup while you work or chat to another caregiver but the moment you even look at another little, he's pouting and whining and fussing. HE'S your baby boy, no one else!

(Except... except he doesn't mind when you look after Oscar.)

#d/s au #poly!Logan/oscar #sub!Logan #sub!oscar #nsfw. #gn!reader #little!driver/rider #little!logan #lsargeant #oscarp #🎾

[vicvinegarandhughhoney]

Can I lay by your side?- Prompt: Seizures

Fandom: That '80s Show

Pairing: Corey Howard/June Tuesday

AU where Corey has epilepsy, and Tuesday comes to terms with what that means when she witnesses a seizure for the first time.

Read here or below the cut

Corey's been staring at the same Metallica record for nearly two minutes. Tuesday knows this because she's been watching him for that amount of time, studying the glazed look in his eyes with concern that only builds the longer he remains like this.

Her first thought, admittedly, is that he might have taken something. After all, he's been staring at the same spot for a while as though he isn't seeing the same thing there as she is. Maybe he's hallucinating? Maybe he chanced his luck on a few more magic mushrooms than usual before his shift, and voila! Spacey Corey! Hell, it could even be that he smoked a little too much weed- he does look almost stoned…

When Corey’s zone-out session officially reaches the two minute mark, Tuesday decides that whatever it is, she needs to intervene somehow. She sets down the pile of records she was organising and hops over the counter, suppressing the urge to wrap him in an embrace from behind (if he's tripping, it's probably not the best idea) and instead placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 

“You okay, babe?”

Nothing. It's like he didn't even hear her. His eyes are still fixed on the Metallica vinyl, expression emotionless. 

Tuesday swallows back a sudden surge of panic. “Corey?”

He blinks, and at last turns to meet her gaze. Something in his eyes just… isn't right, though. It's like he isn't all there. 

“Core?”

At his name being called again, he blinks. Snaps back into reality from whatever void he's been floating in. 

Except… no. This isn't Corey zoning out. Tuesday can tell immediately by the slightly panicked look in his eyes when he meets her gaze that something isn't right. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” She urges. 

“I…” He inhales sharply, then runs a shaky hand down his face. Even this one syllable seems slurred. “I can’t…” His sentence goes unfinished, trailing off into a deep sigh, so deep that his eyelids flutter closed and Tuesday is worried for a moment that he's about to pass out. “M… s-shit… seizure.”

Her stomach drops at his words. 

“You’re gonna have a seizure?”

Corey nods, and Tuesday well and truly panics. 

She's known Corey for six or so months now, and it's only during the last of these that they've been dating. They’ve had discussions about all sorts- aspirations, favourite flavour of ice pole (her lemon, him cherry), their respective childhood- usually laying in bed together or drowsily watching TV. Casual talks just like Tuesday’s heard are normal between couples. 

There was one chat, though, which was explicitly more important than the lazy discussions they typically had. Corey had sat her down one evening, pretty early on into their relationship. He looked nervous. Like he thought she was about to bolt out the door the moment he started speaking to her. 

“I, uh. I have a thing.”

“A thing?”

“Yeah. A brain thing. A disorder. Illness. Whatever you wanna call it.”

“I… like what? Like- like a cancer?”

He’d rouged. “Oh, no. God no. I don't think so, anyway. It's- it’s epilepsy. It isn't… it isn't some big bad degenerative disorder, but that doesn't mean it isn't… messy… sometimes.”

“Messy?”

“Yeah. Complicated. Difficult. D’you… do you know anything about epilepsy?”

Tuesday had shaken her head. God, she wished she could have been more informed for him. She wished she could have made it easier, saved him the task of laboriously explaining everything to her. 

By the end of their talk, though, she'd been a little more confident about the subject. She knew that epilepsy was characterised by seizures, and though Corey did have the scarier ones (tonic-clonic, he’d called them), they were usually preceded by smaller ones. 

“It’s like the wiring sparking before the whole system shuts down. It's localised. Focal.” His voice assumed a vaguely professorial air. Tuesday listened, enraptured, to his lecture. “In my case, it looks like I’m just zoning out. They’re called absence seizures. Like ‘absence’, but French, I guess.”

“So how do I know whether you're actually zoning out or whether it's one of these seizures?”

Corey smiled sympathetically. “The aftermath is a pretty strong clue. I’m told that once you've witnessed a few, you get an eye for them.”

Tuesday hasn't witnessed a few. She hasn't witnessed any, until now, and the fact that Corey is probably about to have a ‘big one’ right in front of her is frankly terrifying. 

She breathes in deeply, pulling herself back to the here and now. “Okay. Okay. What- what do you need me to do? You should- you should lie down, right?”

“Mmm…”

“Are you- are you gonna go to the break room? It might be a little easier but-”

“C-can’t.” He murmurs in response, already lowering himself shakily to the floor just a metre or so away from the shelves. His blinking is growing more and more languid as he adjusts ever so slightly to get comfortable, and Tuesday remembers him telling her something about cushioning his head during that long discussion they had. She shrugs off her green jacket and rolls it up. 

“Here,” she says, kneeling down next to him and gently lifting his head to place the jacket beneath it as a makeshift pillow. “Is- is that good, Core?”

He hums and it's clear she isn't going to get much more from him verbally- especially because his eyelids are starting to flutter. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s… it’s going to be okay. I’m here.”

A small, pained whine bubbles up from his throat. His neck is starting to twitch a little. As are his hands. 

It must be terrifying to lose control of your body like that. To know that for the next few minutes, there's nothing you can do except let things happen. 

When at last his eyes fall closed completely and consciousness leaves him, Tuesday can't help feeling almost relieved in spite of the accompanying harsher motions. The fear in his eyes had been too visceral for her to stomach. This unnatural shaking is hardly easier to witness, of course, but at least he doesn't appear to be as aware of his situation as before. 

The bell on the door tinkles and Tuesday realises she's neglected to shut customers out for the time being. She curses and lifts herself up just enough to spot someone beginning to browse the shelves on the other side of the store, completely unaware of the medical incident occurring mere footsteps away. 

“Margaret!” she shouts to the back office. 

“What?”

“Can you- can you come out here please!”

There's the sound of footsteps from the back office, and Tuesday looks up to see Margaret standing in the doorway. She’s wearing her typical ‘one is not amused’ expression that is usually eye-roll worthy (except in situations like these, of course, where a little care and attention is definitely needed). 

“What?”

“Corey’s having a seizure.”

Tuesday's never seen a person's entire demeanour change so quickly. In an instant, Margaret’s features are softening, and she hurries to escort the single browsing customer out of the door with not a snide remark in sight. She seems genuinely concerned. 

“Okay,” she says as soon as he's gone, pulling the shutters on the door down. “Are you timing?”

“T-timing?”

“The seizure, are you timing how long it's lasting? We need to time it, Tuesday.”

Right. Of course. Corey definitely told her about this during that long conversation they had, and Tuesday flushes with shame at forgetting it. Thankfully, before she can even apologise, Margaret is pressing a button on her watch and turning her attention back to Corey. 

“You’re okay, Corey. It’s going to be alright.”

Her voice is so gentle. So gentle. The hand that she usually disgruntledly shoos customers away with now comes up to rest on his shaking shoulder, her brows knitted with motherly attention. 

“We’re both here with you, Corey. Nice and easy. It’ll be over soon, sweetheart.”

Tuesday hopes she's right. It's only been a minute or so, but to her it feels like a lifetime- God knows how long of an eternity it must feel to him. His cheek is flush to the floor now, eyes closed but lashes fluttering. Every so often, a low whine escapes the back of his throat like that of a wounded animal, the convulsive motions making it sound even more pained, like he's choking on his own fucking saliva. 

“Keep his head tilted up.” Margaret says calmly. “That’s it- just like that. Makes it easier for him to breathe.”

Easier? God, when did it get difficult for him?

She finds out quickly, her eyes moving to Corey’s chest. Amongst the jerking movements she makes out the irregular rising and falling for each breath. Starts to count them just to give herself something to do until all this is over. 

1.

A second passes. Then another. It feels as though everything is moving aside from his-

2. 

His lips are a little blue. Tuesday's only just noticed that. She reaches out a hand to rub against his trembling shoulder, waiting to feel another choking exhale before-

3. 

4.

5.

The breaths come in quick succession, and for a moment Tuesday sighs with relief. Until… silence. 

She waits another second. Two. Three. Still, amidst everything, she can't make out the movement of his chest. Her eyes widen with concern and she looks up to Margaret, only to find hers flash with panic as well before it's hastily concealed. 

“Corey?” Margaret calls. “Corey, sweetheart, take a breath for me.”

She reaches around, making a fist and rubbing against his sternum as if to encourage the reflex herself. 

“Come on, Corey. Breathe. You’ve got to breathe.”

Tuesday joins in now, too- her hand comes up to his jaw, her cheek to the ground in front of him so she's at his level. Desperation makes her voice tremble. 

“Breathe, Core. Breathe. Please.”

The rigidity dissipates for a second, and Corey takes a breath. Tuesday and Margaret immediately exhale theirs. 

“Good boy, Corey.” Margaret manages, smiling a little in a way that hides how close she was to tears. “There we are. Nearly over now.”

Tuesday’s gaze flits to the watch. “How long?”

“Nearly three minutes. It's starting to slow down now.”

If Margaret hadn't pointed it out, she would never have noticed, but it's true- the violent jerking motions are growing more and more infrequent with each second that passes. They fade into twitches, ones that Tuesday feels beneath her palm as she strokes his back, then stillness. Blissful, blissful stillness. 

She waits for him to wake up, for the lucidity to suddenly reappear in his eyes, but instead she's met with yet more unconsciousness. The only difference is that this time it almost resembles… 

“Sleep, Corey. That's it. We’re going to be right here when you wake up again.”

His breathing is slow and even now, a far cry from what it has been. Tuesday’s hand moves from his jaw to his forehead, brushing the sweat-damp hair back as she raises her eyes to meet Margaret's. 

“He’s… he's asleep now?”

“Mhm. Will be for a good few minutes. Then he’ll wake up. Then he'll probably go back to sleep again. He won't be back with it for a few hours, and even then he'll be exhausted.”

Oh. 

“I’m going to call Katie to come pick him up- I know you'll want to take him home yourself, but she's got a lot of experience with post-ictal Corey. You can always come with them.”

“Post… post-ictal?”

Margaret smiles faintly. “Yeah. Post-seizure.”

This is evidence enough that Tuesday is wholly unprepared for taking care of Corey right now, as much as she might wish otherwise. She sighs, and nods. 

“Alright. I'll come with them.”

“Thought so.” With a small grunt, Margaret pulls herself up from the floor she was kneeling on. “Right, I’m going to make that call.”

Tuesday doesn't quite know why her heart skips a beat. Perhaps it's the sudden responsibility. “Is- is there anything really important I need to do?”

The reply she gets is simple. 

“Just talk to him, Tuesday. Talk, and comfort, because when he wakes up, he's going to be confused and scared half to death.”

With these words, Margaret leaves her alone with only the faint sound of music playing in the background of the store and Corey’s almost-snores. She settles back on her haunches, heart still racing in her chest even as she observes this new stillness. 

“It’s… it’s alright, Core. I’m here.” 

Her hand begins to rake through the curls hanging limply over his forehead, soothing both herself and (hopefully) her boyfriend with the familiar motion. It's hard to tell whether it's comforting for him, of course. It's hard to tell anything at all when he's so unnaturally quiet. 

Distantly, she can hear Margaret's voice on the phone. 

“Just over three minutes… no… not as far as I'm aware… no, he didn't throw up… mhm… yeah, Tuesday's with him right now. We’re just waiting for him to come round.”

As if on cue, a small groan issues from the floor in front of Tuesday, she looks down to see Corey’s brow furrowed as if in pain. 

“Hey,” she greets, voice soft, ministrations softer. “You had a seizure, sweetheart, but you're okay now. You're alright.”

He sighs deeply, nostrils flaring. Shifts until the palms of his hands are pressed against the floor like he's about to attempt lifting himself up. 

“Easy, Core, easy. Don’t try to move just yet.”

Usually, her efforts to subdue him physically would be pointless- in the weeks they've been dating, he’s lifted her up for fun multiple times- but now it only takes a single hand to his shoulder for him to sink back down, exhausted and defeated. He looses another little groan, and Tuesday realises that he's trembling. Her heart plummets right to her feet. 

“Hey, it's okay! I promise you're alright, sweetheart.”

Slowly, she lowers herself to the floor beside him and moves to face him, taking a slightly-too-cold hand in hers while her other hand continues to card through his hair. His eyes open half-mast, frightened though still a little glazed. 

“Just talk to him, Tuesday.”

“You’re- you’re at Permanent Record right now.” She tells him, stroking the back of his hand with her thumb. “And Margaret- she’s in the back calling your sister so she can come pick you up. I’ll stay right here with you, if- as long as you want me to, Corey, okay?”

He blinks slowly. Hums. 

Draws his free hand shakily up to his face to wipe his mouth, then lets it flop back down to the floor. Even this small movement has him breathless. Shaking again. 

“It’s okay, Corey. I’m here. Your sister’s on her way. You’re safe, sweetheart. Everything’s okay. I’m right here.”

His eyes don't leave hers the whole time she speaks, and Tuesday can only hope that he's understanding some of it. What she knows for sure, though, is that Margaret was right. 

Corey’s terrified. 

Aside from the trembling- almost shivering, now- there are tears beginning to form in his eyes. Tuesday hasn't seen him cry like this before. Ever. 

For a moment, her mind races trying to conjure up a solution from her conversation with Corey, or perhaps something Margaret said could help. There was a pamphlet she read too, and maybe… God, if she could just remember-

Fuck it. 

As gently as possible, she sits up and begins to manoeuvre Corey towards her, tentativity dissipating the moment he begins reaching for her with the same desperation she feels. It takes a few moments, but soon he’s laying against her, her arms wrapped around his middle while she whispers reassurances into his hair. It feels good to hold him, to feel the tension in his muscles loosening within her embrace. 

“Shh, you’re alright. You had a seizure, but you're okay now. I’m here. Your sister’s coming. Everyone's here to look after you, Corey.”

After a few minutes, Margaret emerges from the back room. She smiles when she spots the two of them. 

“See? I told you he'd fall right back asleep.”

Tuesday hadn’t even noticed, but now that she peers round, she sees that her boyfriend’s eyes are closed, and he's breathing deeply and evenly. Fast asleep in her arms. 

“Katie’s on her way.” Margaret continues. “Won’t be long now.”

Tuesday hears Katie before she sees her. The bell attached to the door tinkles urgently, and then there are hurried footsteps across the tile until golden curls and a concerned face follow them into her eye line. Usually the very picture of politeness, Katie doesn't offer a word to Tuesday before kneeling down at her brother’s side, and frankly? Who could blame her. 

“Oh, Corey.”

There's more conveyed in those three syllables than could be contained in a thousand-page book, especially when they're immediately accompanied by her hand smoothing back the hair on his forehead just like Tuesday had done. 

“We're gonna get you home, alright, Core? Nice and tucked up in bed before you know it.”

The smile she levels his way is wobbly. Of course it is- Corey’s so still in sleep that it would shake anyone's resolve. She spends a few more moments soothing him, then turns her attention to Tuesday. 

“The car’s parked just outside, so all we have to do is get him out there and into the backseat. Daddy's at home- that means we don't have to worry about getting him out of the car and into bed.”

“I think I can help lift him if you can get his legs?”

“Deal.”

**

Somehow, with their combined effort, they manage to lay Corey out in the back seat of the car. Katie takes the driver’s seat (‘I sure am glad my licence came through’) while Tuesday sits with her boyfriend’s head settled in her lap. The drive is thankfully only a short one- the easy commute is one of the things that drew Corey to the job in the first place- and soon they're pulling up into the driveway. To his credit, RT’s already standing outside waiting for them. 

“Alright, Corey.” he says, gentler than he's ever been as he leans over to lift his son from the back seat. “There we go, my boy. Your Dad’s got you now.”

In the months that she's known Corey, she's come to dislike his father. He's stingy, lazy, and all the ‘ists’ rolled into one- misogynist, racist, chauvinist etc etc. He doesn't look after his son often enough, because as a woman that's Katie’s job (and before her, it was his ex-wife who bore the task). For a moment, though, while she watches RT gather Corey in his arms and slowly retreat to the house, whispering assurances all the way, she doesn't hate him as much as usual. 

For a brief few seconds, he's simply a father carrying his son to his bedroom, just like he used to when Corey was tiny and fell asleep after a long car ride. 

Tuesday stays sat in the car for a while, the ghost of her boyfriend’s warmth still lingering in her lap while she tries to grapple with the day’s events. It's only when Katie comes out from the house after following RT in that she blinks herself out of her stupor and opens the car door.

“You okay?” Katie asks. It’s a testament to her personality that despite the worry she must feel for her brother, she's still taking time to enquire about the welfare of his girlfriend. 

Tuesday plasters on a fake smile and nods. “Yeah. Is… is Corey alright?”

The answer she receives is delayed by a few seconds that only deepen the pit in her stomach. 

“He’ll be okay. It’s just… well, he was seizure-free for a month or so and I think this one coming out of the blue has taken its toll on him a little. Physically and mentally.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

Katie smiles, a sliver of the usual bubbly joy she exhibits, but an expression of quiet gratitude nonetheless. “He’s exhausted, but I think he'd appreciate you being there. Why don't you just go up to his bedroom and stay with him a while? It would be nice for him to know that this whole thing hasn't scared you away.”

Tuesday frowns. “Scared me away?”

A sad nod. “Unfortunately some of his… previous girlfriends… weren't super understanding. They're ready to accept him when he's just a cute guy with nice hair, but the moment he starts becoming a real human being with real struggles, they leave. He's ‘too much’ for them.”

“Oh God.”

“One of them- Hannah, I think her name was- well, he was at her place and they were watching a movie when he realised he was about to seize. She freaked out and kicked him out of her apartment because she didn't want him to ‘puke on her carpet’ and he ended up having the seizure out in the hall completely by himself. Luckily a neighbour heard some commotion and came out to see what was going on. She was the one who phoned the number on his bracelet from her apartment and told us what had happened- well, what she knew about it, at least. He’d hit his head during it as well, probably when he first lost consciousness, and when Mommy and I got there we ended up taking him straight to the ER. He needed stitches.”

“Jesus.”

“It was a good thing we went there as well, because he had another seizure at the hospital. They think it was stress-induced, you know, because of his girlfriend's reaction. He ended up staying the night.”

Tuesday swallows, heart sinking. “I had no idea.”

“I know- now come on, go and cheer my brother up so he knows you’re way better than any of those… unkind ladies.”

Katie takes her by the hand, marching her through the front door and up the stairs to the right until they reach Corey's bedroom. The curtains are closed, and nobody is in there except him. Tuesday takes a step in. 

“If you need anything, just come downstairs.” Katie whispers, disappearing before Tuesday can ask a single question more- not that any immediately spring to mind. The room settles into a silence only interrupted by the sound of Corey’s gentle snoring. 

It's odd to hear. He’s normally quiet as a mouse when he sleeps, but the knowledge that post-ictal (is that the word Margaret used?) Corey isn’t doesn't really surprise her. She's sure she would sleep a little differently after the medical equivalent of an electrical short-circuit in the brain. 

There's a seat pulled out at the side of the bed- perhaps it was where Katie was sitting while Tuesday was having a short existential crisis in the car. She lowers herself into it and watches Corey sleep for a few seconds. Brushes the curls from his forehead. 

Her presence must register somewhere in his unconscious mind, because he soon begins to stir, tired blue eyes opening to look at her. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” she greets, still stroking his hair. “How are you feeling?”

He swallows. Opens his mouth then closes it like he's remembering how to speak properly again. “Mm… tired.” His voice is hoarse. 

Tuesday hums. “I’m not surprised. Just take it easy, alright?”

His eyes close briefly. “Takin’ it… easy.”

“You need anything?”

There's a pause, before he exhales a deep sigh and presses his cheek deeper against his pillow. “Just… you.”

Tuesday feels a swell of pride. “Me?”

“Mhm…”

Reluctantly, she pulls herself away from stroking his hair and instead crosses to the other side of the room where she can slip beneath the covers of his bed. The side sans Corey is of course cold, but it smells like him, and the moment he feels her shifting towards him he rolls over and envelopes her in a slightly shaky bear hug. 

“Mm… love you, Tuesday.”

She swallows past the emotional lump in her throat and strokes his hair as he settles with his head beneath her chin. “Yeah… I love you too, Corey. No matter what.”

The trembling strengthens for a moment and Tuesday can feel dampness seeping into the top of her shirt- right where her boyfriend’s face is pressed, conveniently buried away from her view. 

“It’s alright, Core.” she whispers, like it's a secret between only the two of them. “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

They remain there until the trembling begins to subside. Until the gentle snores start anew. 

Until Corey is sound asleep in her arms without fear that she'll loosen her grip. 

#bad things happen bingo #that 80s show #corey howard #whump #seizure whump #med whump #glenn howerton

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello love! How are you?

May a i ask for another part of the Addams Fam au pretty please 😄 it's so cutee.

Thank you for all of your stories they are amazing, i adore how you write Thena and Gil, you get them so right every time. 🩷🤍

"What a beautiful day."

"What a beautiful day indeed."

Thena and Gil looked at each other before bursting into laughter, sitting on the steps of the gazebo. The heavy rain underscored it, only Theseus on Thena's lap even blinked. Their parents were inside, discussing business of some kind.

"Father has been talking about this meeting for weeks," Thena looked down at Theseus, running her fingers over his back and up his spines delicately. "He is quite excited about the deal they will be making, supposedly."

"Yeah, Pops has been talking about it too," Gilgamesh agreed in not so many words. He looked at her with a grin, though, "keeps saying it'll be a huge drag."

The two shared a light laugh again, maintaining the 'code' of sorts they had concocted upon their first meeting. Their parents' businesses entangling so often had actually come to benefit them. Finally someone with whom to discuss things that weren't business, or investments, or the benefit of all the plastics piling up in the environment (how that was a good thing was beyond both of them).

"I do like the rain, though," Thena added more quietly. "It's much easier to sleep when it's raining. And Theseus enjoys it as well, from the safety of his sun lamp tank."

Gilgamesh chuckled, extending a finger. The growing iguana was warming up to him slowly. He wasn't of petting familiarity yet, but Theseus flicked his tongue a little in the direction of Gil's finger. "You guys must love monsoon season, huh?"

Thena offered a guilty little pinch of her lips. "The last trip on which we accompanied Father, the weather had been dreadful. Mother didn't get to experience the sea at all, and we were essentially shut in the whole time. I quite enjoyed it."

Gilgamesh threw his head back in laughter. She liked how unrestrained he could be in that way. "I probably would've liked that too. I think we're old enough they don't have to drag us around with them anyway, right?"

Thena sighed, hunching over Theseus as a breeze travelled through her around the gazebo pillars. "I wish they agreed. And yet Mother and Father's leash has only gotten shorter, I fear."

They kept insisting that she and Gilgamesh remain within a certain distance of the house when they were visiting. Something about not getting up to any 'funny business'. Thena didn't understand it; nothing about business was ever humorous.

"Hm," he pursed his lips, sliding closer to her. His larger frame actually did block some of the wind that accompanied such lovely rain.

"Have your parents always-" Thena started asking and then stopped dead in her tracks. She was becoming too comfortable with Gilgamesh--comfortable enough to ask rather forward questions. It was untoward, with a guest.

Gilgamesh leaned closer to her, softening his already soft voice, "go on."

Thena's eyes darted between him and Theseus. He was awfully close, now. "Have your parents always been suffocating--like mine?"

"I guess kinda the opposite," Gilgamesh shrugged, now close enough to venture into the realm of touching Theseus' back. The lizard allowed it, his eyes sliding closed as he enjoyed the attention. "Pops used to show me his model trains all the time, teach me about the railroads, all that stuff. Then, one day, he never had any time for me anymore. Now I seem to just be a distraction for him, and Ma."

Thena frowned. Perhaps she did know that feeling. Mother no longer brushed and braided her hair. Father had long ago said that she needed no tutelage in fencing. She recalled a younger Thena even falsifying her own flaws in hopes her father would continue to teach her, but to no avail.

"Hey," he nudged her arm gently. Their parents never let them be too close to each other in their presence, but she had to admit that being close to him had its advantages. "That's why we have each other, right?"

She smiled, completely unwittingly, too. He seemed able to pull a smile from her more and more easily. Unfortunately, her parents were catching on. Every time she smiled at Gil from across the dinner table her mother would nudge her foot to mind herself.

"I'm not as involved in my dad's business," Gilgamesh shrugged, pulling his hand away from Theseus and resting his elbows against his knees. "But your dad still drags you to meetings sometimes, right? Like when my folks first came over?"

Thena merely nodded. "Any time an associate has a son, he asks me to accompany him. I believe he thinks it will be seen as an asset--something to further convince them to agree to his conditions."

She was his perfect little bargaining chip.

"That's gross."

Thena smiled again, although it wasn't quite as free as his. "I suppose it is."

"It must be tough," he sighed and rested his chin in his palm. She tilted her head at him and he grinned at her, "being so pretty."

Thena's jaw clapped shut, too loudly for the rain to cover it. She tried to formulate a response but she couldn't, and Gilgamesh was still looking at her. She turned reticent, utterly embarrassed by such a bold compliment at such close range. Her whole face felt warm. "Hm."

He chuckled, but he didn't say anything else, nor did he prod her after that pitiful excuse for a 'thank you'.

Thena stared down at Theseus, trying and trying to think of something to say. Her flustered energy awoke the reptile, who looked up at her. It did not help her feel more calm.

"Pops doesn't ask me to come to meetings anymore--not even here."

Thena blinked at the sudden admission. She had assumed Gilgamesh joined his parents for their continued meetings with her own because they had insisted so. As far as she knew, Gilgamesh would take over and inherit his father's businesses someday. "He doesn't?"

He grinned at her again, and that funny feeling arose inside her ribs. "I keep asking to come. Hanging out with you here is the only fun thing I ever get to do anymore."

Thena still didn't mange to squeak out a decent reply. But she had to agree. She looked forward to Gilgamesh coming over. She even included in her letters to him what she had overheard Father discussing so as to better encourage Mister Lee to come over again. She would lie awake the night before, be restless all the morning before they arrived.

Gilgamesh left it at that again, but he did pick his head up from his palm as she scooted a little closer to him, until their sides could brush, his stark black suit against her soft white cardigan.

"The same could be said for me," she managed to admit, in far too many words than needed. But 'I like you too' seemed both too simple and...too complicated. But he seemed to accept it, letting her settle next to him in a positively scandalous proximity. But he was much warmer than the chilly rain air.

"You could try and get your dad to come over to our place," Gilgamesh suggested. His face was close again, by sheer proximity of how they were sitting. But she didn't mind it as much. "You can come with him, I can show you around. I'm pretty sure my folks wouldn't really care what we get up to."

Thena fidgeted to admit to him, "I've never been allowed to leave the manor without the presence of Father, or Mother."

Gil shrugged though, and his massive shoulder collided with her smaller one. "They'll be there--kinda. And I'll be a perfect gentleman."

She smiled as he held up a hand for her to rest hers within. It was familiar, even comfortable. "Of that, I have no doubt."

"Great," he whispered, running his thumb over her fingers. "So, next time your dad mentions my dad, tell him that Pops has...documents--or something. His office is full of train stuff. He has maps of every railroad on the continent, I'm pretty sure."

She did know their deal had...something to do with the railroads. She had looked into at first. But since she was able to spend time with Gilgamesh instead of listen to the business dealings, her attention had dwindled, to put it mildly.

Thena tightened her hand in his, and he returned the gentle squeeze. His hand felt nice. "I shall tell him forthwith."

"Well maybe we can enjoy the rain in Ma's sunroom next time, then," he chuckled. He went to drop his hand, and hers, but he blinked as she held on. She thought about snapping her hand back in that second, but he adjusted his grip, still holding her hand perched in his even in his more relaxed posture.

"That sounds," Thena sighed, letting herself lean against him just a little more, "dreadful."

He laughed again, jostling her amidst her relaxing. But she excused it, only because she liked his laugh so much.

#Thenamesh Addams Family AU #I'm so glad you asked for more of this sweetheart! #so thank you! #I really do love the addams family #Gil and Thena get along like a house on fire! #Thena doesn't really realise it yet #because she's never been allowed to have friends before #at least not like him #she does eagerly await their next visit #she writes him letters #because of course they write with quills #Gil uses a typewriter at least #and then uses their family raven to deliver her letters #and Gil is like you don't even use the mail??? you guys are hardcore #And Thena keeps saying oh Mister Lee said this Mister Lee said that...so Gilgamesh says #her mother isn't sure about this friendship of theirs #she's like a boy and a girl writing each other? scandalous #Thena don't sit in the same room as that boy with the door closed #meanwhile Gil is already so in love with her #he adores this girl who looks like a ghost and talks like Shakespeare #he tells her she's pretty #because she is #and Thena is like ..........im wHAT #then that night she asks Theseus for advice #Theseus: 🦎

[safyresky]

Been thinking about CS!TSCS for a month at this point. Please enjoy these lil' doodles about it!

[ID in ALT and typed dialogue under cut :D]

Numero 1

Jacquie: Up the CHIMNEY?!

Carol: RIGHT UP IT! MID DISCUSSION!

Jacquie: GIRL, DUMP HIS ASS!!!!

Numero 2

Santa: How did you even GET that vest, huh?!?!

Jacqueline: I MURDERED my PREDECESSOR.

Santa: you what

Numero 3

Jack: Good day at work today, little flurry?

Jacqueline: Mmmmmm yep! Told Santa I killed you for the vest and the title >:)

Jack, turning around sharply and full of pride: HA! NICE!

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These were the doods I meant to post last last Thursday after this scrimbly Jacqueline, lol. When I tell you that Crystal Springs TSCS has been IN MY HEAD, I AM NOT JOKING!

The reason I didn't post these sooner is bc I really wanted to draw the last one and hadn't gotten around to it as of yet, and I also wanted to colour these PROPER scrimblies because holy SHIT I LOVE COLOURING 🤩🤩🤩🤩

More fun facts about CS in TSCS:

Carol and Jacqueline have regular vent sessions. Mostly Carol; Jacqueline's just there for the TEA (and emotional support)

Her catchphrase could very much be "CAROL. DUMP HIS ASS" in this cs au

"Don't you mean tscs au?" NO. TSCS IS AN AU IN ITSELF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

She frustrates Santa to no end bc A) She's Jack Frost and he has previous biases, and B) she goes OUT OF HER WAY to bother him.

When I say Jacqueline dislikes tscs!Scott, I am not joking. It is not hyperbole. She can't STAND him. And she tells him that to his FACE. MULTIPLE TIMES. And adds insult to injury bc she's buds with Carol and Buddy and Sandy, lol, and all the new gen elves are like, chill with her

(I have a silly hc that Betty is a Bernelle kid and Jacquie's her godmother, lollllll)

She and I both dislike people who need change and refuse to work on themselves/believe they're FINE and it SHOWS.

After she made the claim about murdering Jack, Santa was TERRIFIED on top of his usual distaste for Jack's successor lmao

She was quite delighted at how Santa took that tale. Elaborated a bit. I imagine it went something like this:

"...you what?" Her murderous look intensified. Santa could easily picture the darkness gathering around her the way it did in cartoons when the evil character was. Well. Being evil. "You heard me!" She sounded way too delighted, Santa noted. "I killed my predecessor! You know, the guy before me? Yeah. Stabbed him right dead. Pulled the vest out of the melted pile of slush that was once Jack Frost the first and put it right on." "...Jesus Christ."

Anyway, after that, she goes home and Jack pops in for 4 o'clock coffee and the final image ensues, lol. This interaction follows that:

"And he believed you?" Jack asked, pulling out the chair next to her and plunking down, stretching out his legs and crossing them at the ankles. "Damn near shat himself about it, too," Jacqueline confirmed, looking sly over the top of her mug. Jack laughed. "Oh that's, that's marvellous." "Mm! It was! THEN I elaborated. Told him I took the vest like a war trophy, you know? Didn't even wash it or anything. Shame I said SLUSH instead of BLOOD because I bet he would've like. DIED on the spot picturing me putting on a blood soaked vest, ehehe. I swear Jack, I could see his soul leave his body. Definitely top 5 best days at work. Maybe top 3, even."

Jack is deffs enjoying retirement in this au! Going full vacation mode, spending most days in various hot spots on various beaches with various drinks, usually popping by the family home for 4 o'clock coffee and cocoa--and a break from the sun since he burns and Winter worries

YES he IS still wearing his suit pants. I thought that'd be funny and just about died picturing him in khakis

With every Jack I draw his hair grows more powerful, AS IT SHOULD BE!!

I DID draw a chair behind Jacqueline but her poofy hair ate it~

I think she is A) older in this au than she regularly is and B) is already married to Dite. I'm still on the fence about both those things, but she feels older in this au--probably because the entire cast is older lmao

Late night post is late bc I finished colouring this and wanted to share it asap, DAMN THE TIME!!!!

#the santa clauses #the santa clause #the santa clause 3 #cs au #tscs!cs #cs!tscs #I am still unsure which way to tag this collection BUT WE'LL GET THERE #as i fear the only way to stop thinking about these scenarios is to. GASP. write em #i WILL be morning AND afternoon reblogging these bad boys! sorry NOT sorry! #they brought me joy and this is MY SWAMP! #dani speaks #dani doodles #crystal springs #i'm gonna post this so i know it goes up okay #then update the alts with the image ids :D #OH AND ALSO. APOLOGIES FOR PHOTO QUALITY. #as previously stated. I DONT HAVE A GOOD PLACE WITH NATURAL LIGHTING IN MY LIL 30S HOUSE #AHHHH #ALSO also I am actually a BIG FAN of the mrs c look they gave carol in the series #i loved the big bun and the cowl is my FAVE THING #she should wear it ALL THE TIME over EVERYTHING #THIS INCLUDES THE SHANIA TWAIN BAND TEE AND JEANS LOOK #A N D THE I AM TRYING TO BE GOTH LIKE MY DAUGHTER LOOK #man. thinking of how the series kinda butchered her character has me sad :(

[psychocharlie]

Electric Dream Machine 2.0

Disclamer: the song I used here is NOT mine. The song is called Kill you by Dethklok. All rights to the song belong to Dethklok and Brendon Small. Please don't throw me in Mordhouse's secret prison for this, I used it just for fun. The post with song lyrics is here and the previous AU post is here.

The day after that conversation about Uncle Jack, Charlie doesn't show up at Paddy’s. Dennis thought he had managed to calm him down and put the matter to rest, but apparently it didn't go as smoothly as he'd hoped.  

When Dee asks about Charlie's absence, Frank shrugs and talks about trying to get him out of bed, but he didn't want to go and said he'd stay home in bed. And in fact, the oldest member of the gang assures him, he's been kind of weird and moody lately, and even stopped playing Nightcrawlers. A heavy sigh completes the last words, and Frank's frustration is visible to the naked eye.

– Anyway, – he continues, – I figured I'd better leave him alone, the guy deserves a day off. 

Mac rushes to go check on his best friend, but Dee stops him: 

– Where the fuck you going, asshole? Frank said our guy's in a bad mood today and you got the empathy of a toothpick.

– YOU THINK YOU BETTER, BITCH?! – Mac is outraged, he immediately turns to yelling, and the usual Gang’s bickering begins. Dee retorts that, unlike Mac, she has no plans to go bothering Charlie, who just needs to be left alone for today.

Dennis watches this silently with his arms crossed over his chest. Yes, he wants to see Charlie. Yes, he needs to find out how he's doing and try to calm him down somehow. But he's already too wary of spending too much time with Charlie, especially for Mac. Mac is possessive and jealous of everyone. He’s jealous of Charlie because he's his best friend; he's jealous of Dennis as his roommate and, almost obviously to Reynolds, as the object of his unrequited crush. And because of his jealousy, he becomes increasingly unstable. So Dennis didn't want to provoke him any further and kept quiet.

– Will you two just shut the hell up for a second?! – Frank didn't often raise his voice, but he was really tired of Dee and Mac's pointless arguments, and his concern for Charlie seemed to get the better of him. – You two are just going to piss him off, so unless you want something thrown at you on the way in, stay out of it. – Frank stops talking for a moment, opens a beer can and turns to Dennis. He takes a big sip and looking at him a little too intently. – If you want to go and check him out, let Dennis go. You have a strange way of calming him down, – the man says that words directly to him, – maybe he'll even want to join us at the bar afterwards.

And that's it. This is exactly what Dennis was waiting for, without interfering in the Gang's arguments. That things would somehow work out so that he would be sent to Charlie's and he wouldn't look suspicious in his concern for the janitor. 

– Yeah, you're right, I'll go see him. 

Only Mac explodes with resentment again, like a kid who's been robbed of his candy.

– But Charlie's my best friend! 

– Nobody takes your best friend away, you prick. - Dennis snorts and heads for the exit, thinking that he should do something to distract Mac before he gets even more irritated.

***

When Charlie hears a knock at the door, he hesitates to open it, and Dennis stands under the door for another five minutes, knocking and begging Charlie to open it. He finally gives up and lets the visitor in, but immediately returns to his couch without even looking at him, muttering «don't bother me» instead of saying hello. 

A very peculiar picture appears before Dennis's eyes: Charlie, wrapped in a blanket, sits on the edge of a couch that looks like a battlefield, with a synthesizer and a coffee table piled high with some junk. On the table are two half-empty cups of what looks like very strong brewed tea, empty beer bottles, an open can of glue, a can of spray paint with a sock on it, and most importantly, a notebook covered with incomprehensible scribbles and crooked drawings. Charlie was writing something down, but no one could make out his notes but himself. Well, maybe Artemis, if she's lucky.

Dennis looked from the messy table to Charlie himself, disheveled, unwashed, with red, watery eyes and a face stained with colored markers. Charlie Kelly had always been known for his disregard for personal hygiene, but now he looked as if he hadn't washed his face since he was born. And he was clearly wasted from the chemicals and alcohol. 

– Hey, buddy, what are you doin–

– Shh! Shut up, and let me work, I told you! – Charlie shushes him and starts tapping his fingers on the table. Not paying any attention to Dennis anymore, he mumbles something to himself, barely audible. – I don't want to...have to...kill you.

Reynolds can barely hear anything, and he moves closer, listening to his friend's faint murmurings. – They'll fnd out... I... feel blue, – Charlie slurring some words and quickly sketches something incomprehensible and schematic in his notebook, lest he forget. 

– Are you writing a song? – Dennis connects the dots, sits down on the couch next to his friend, and gently touches his shoulder. But Charlie, lost in the creative process, seems to have forgotten that he's not alone, because the touch startles him so much that he jumps up, screaming. 

- I'm sorry, man, it's okay, it's me. It’s just me. – Dennis frowns, a little startled by this sudden and intense reaction, and moves away from Charlie so as not to stress him further. The disheveled man still doesn't answer the question, instead he brings the jar of glue to his nose and inhales a few times. He hands the jar to Dennis, grumbling to himself that he can't think of a follow-up. 

Dennis resignedly accepts the glue, closes his eyes and breathes deeply over the jar, trying to ignore the swarm of restless thoughts in his head, mixing with Charlie’s quiet mumbling.

– Like to take all the skin off your face.

Dennis opens his eyes and places the glue on the table. His hands are shaking. He seems to got out of huffing glue, which is why his head starts spinning so quickly after just a few minutes of deep breaths he makes over the glue jar.  And the dizzy head makes the whole thing even more surreal. 

He looks at Charlie: his movements are jerky, sometimes he taps his drunken fingers on the synth keys, playing something, but he's displeased – «no, no, no, not like that, it sounds like shit!» – and he looks like a big sad moth under his old brown blanket. – Like to take all the skin off your face.– He repeats it again, picks up the melody, and finally seems to find the right sound, because a triumphant smile lights up his face. He plays the melody again, repeating the same line a third time, tasting it.

Mesmerized, Dennis watched the process, no longer interfering. There's something beautiful about this spectacular sight. 

– Like to smash all your... brains, – Kelly continues to mumble, scribbling crooked letters in his notebook, but this time he has some difficulty. – Like to smash all your brains... all your brains... Shit! – man slams his fist on the table, unable to find the right words, and the beer bottle falls and breaks. But the sound of breaking glass suddenly evokes some interesting associations in Dennis.

– Like to smash all your brains with a... vase? – Dennis asks quietly, touching Charlie's hand with his fingers to get his attention. His touch is as gently as possible. The janitor's eyes widen, and he stares at Dennis for a few seconds, his pupils so damn dilated that his eyes seem almost black.

– Like to smash all your brains with a vase. – He repeats Dennis' sentence twice, tastes it on his tongue and nods contentedly. – Yeah, yeah, that's good!

After that, Charlie stopped seeing Dennis as a stranger and even perked up a bit, allowing him to join in the creative process. Lines are written, fanciful pictures are drawn in Charlie's imagination, a simple but appropriate melody follows the words, and Dennis feels like he's stuck in one of his strange dreams. The pictures Charlie's imagination paints are both strange and bloody. It's unlikely, Dennis thinks, that he himself could come up with an epithet about a fly laying eggs in a dead body, but Charlie, with his abstract imagination and strange ideas, does, and Dennis really likes these macabre line. 

He gives in to the urge, and during the simple playback between these lines and the next, he jumps off the couch and dances around singing «Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!» like those old glam rock songs he used to listen to in college. Well, not just in college. He still likes to listen to good old Guns n' Roses, Kiss, Mötley Crüe, Queen and of course his main idol since he was a teenager – David Bowie.

And Charlie, unexpectedly, appreciates the impulse, nods enthusiastically and smiles at Dennis, letting him know that he'll leave it in the song. Later, Dennis adds a few more «danceable» moments to Charlie's lyrics in the same way, enlivening them and giving the otherwise somber lyrics some drive. But the author himself doesn't mind, he starts to have fun either, even though he continues to pour his anger into the lyrics. And Dennis belatedly, but still realizes for whom and what about this song is written. 

He does, but he keeps distracting wasted Charlie with more cheerful melodies. Kind of therapeutic, huh? There's a reason Dennis studied psychology. It works.

Charlie's song is creepy and bloody, but not in a realistic body horror way, but in a cartoonish way: absurd in its cruelty and non-obvious methods and instruments of murder. The mere desire to break his face with ice cream cone is worth a lot. Weird, cartoonish, but undeniably violent. For some unknown reason, Reynolds finds Charlie's out-of-the-box thinking very inspiring. And the whole situation - writing a song together, Charlie, gloomy and now cheerful, glue, spray paint, beer, disheveled hair, dancing together – it all seems so vaguely familiar to Dennis, as if it had all happened once before... a very long time ago. But it all feels so pretty familiar. He's sure he's seen it before.

– Oh, that was a great song, man, –Charlie says, almost falling on Dennis due to the amount of inhaled chemicals and beer in his bloodstream. But at least he's quite happy now. – Thanks for helping me out. I like the way it turned out. 

And then Dennis remembers why this moment seemed so familiar. Years ago they had written and even performed Dayman in a similar way. Oh shit. – Yeah, that song is real rock 'n' roll, man, you're a talent! Too bad Electric Dream Machine doesn't exist anymore, we could even play it on stage.

– Noooo, – mooed his friend, already half on his shoulder, shaking his head languidly from side to side. – No one can hear this song. Only you. You know why. You know. – Charlie's voice becomes more and more slurred as he slowly falls into a sleep of exhaustion and glue. 

The smile fades from Dennis's face, erasing any trace of his former mirth. The song, though it was catchy and fun despite its somber lyrics, still reflected real emotion, serious emotion, and was a heartfelt wish from Charlie for Uncle Jack, who totally deserved it. 

When Dennis looks at Charlie again, he is already asleep on the couch, hugging the blanket with a silly smile on his face. At least that makes Dennis happy, at least he's not dreaming about something creepy and bloody. He finds another blanket on the floor, covers Charlie and moves the junk-filled table and the synthesizer away from the bed so that his friend won't knock it all over when he gets up to take a leak. Then he leaves quietly.

***

– Hey, Dennis, did you go see him? How's he doing? Still won’t leave the house?

Of course, Reynolds is greeted with questions when he comes back. He calms everyone down by saying that Charlie is better now, but he fell asleep, which is why he didn't join him at Paddy's. The gang is somehow satisfied with this answer and he's left alone. 

But Dennis still has some lines from Charlie's new song running through his head. And he can still see his friend's sleepy but momentarily serious face repeating «You know why. You know». And then Uncle Jack's face appears. Deep in his thoughts, the man doesn't notice that he's humming.

– I don't want to have to eat you 

   I won't fit into my swimsuit.

– What are you singing there? – he's called out by Dee, who's already slowly getting ready to go home. 

– Mm? – Dennis flinches in surprise and shakes his head. – Nothing, just a song, Dee. Just a song.

Dee shrugs and just walks away while Dennis stares at her leaving for a long time. Then he turns around and goes into Paddy's office, locking the door behind him. There he goes through the drawers for a long time, goes through old newspaper, takes some, also takes scissors, a sheet of printer paper and starts to cut something out. 

After a few minutes, he has a crooked inscription made of different-sized letters  cut from newspaper headlines, which says: «I know what you did».

#iasip #charlie kelly #dennis reynolds #serial killers au #charlie and dennis are murder buddies #charden #headcanon #Dethklok – kill you #songfic

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 9

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Genya live together now so you gotta make some rules and lunch.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

"Are you sure I can use all this space?" Genya asked as he watched you one by one throw some of your clothes out of your closet.

The two of you had just arrived back at your apartment that you now shared with Genya, your best friend and first boyfriend ever and the first thing you wanted to do was to make room for his clothes and stuff.

"Of course!" You nodded as you threw a pair of jeans over your shoulder, "I wanted to clean my closet either way so I'm killing two birds with one stone."

"What about all your clothes?" The young man asked as he watched the pile of clothes on your bed. You glanced at him over your shoulder, "Oh, those are all clothes I don't use anymore so I'm going to give them to charity."

"You're so kind and generous." He thought out loud, much to your embarrassment.

You blushed, "I… Anyway, here." You stepped aside and showed Genya an almost empty closet, "You can use this room as much as you want."

"Thank you," Your partner nodded as he picked up his suitcase and was getting ready to empty it, but you quickly added, "What would you like to eat?"

"Huh?"

"It's lunchtime and my fridge is empty. Wanna order some pizza?" You offered and Genya nodded, "I don't mind, thank you."

"What kind of pizza do you want?"

Genya asked for meat lover's pizza and you nodded as you went to pick up your phone and called the pizzeria. While you were ordering in the living room, Genya was emptying his suitcase's contents into the closet.

…But he couldn't help but glance at all the clothes you were going to give away and a thought briefly came to his mind. He looked at the door and listened, but he heard you baby talk so you were probably playing with Lady.

Genya moved quickly as he grabbed a shirt from your charity pile and he quickly pressed his face against the fabric. It smelled sweet and warm, just like you did and he loved it. He wondered if you would miss one shirt, but then he understood how creepy it could be so he put the shirt back on the pile and just in time as you walked into the room.

"Hey Genya-!" You called, and you startled the poor man nearly out of his skin. That was a close one!

"W- what is it?"

"Pizza is on its way." You said and he nodded, "Oh, okay, Thanks for letting me know."

"Anytime. Is everything otherwise okay? Do you need more room for your stuff?"

"N- no, this is plenty enough!"

"Good good." You nodded, "I'll let you know when pizza gets here."

Genya nodded and you left him alone again, but he had no courage or need to go sniff your clothes anymore. Instead, he emptied his suitcase diligently and he was about done when he heard the doorbell ring and you shout, "Pizza's here!"

The young man walked out of your bedroom and he managed to see a glimpse of the pizza delivery guy before you closed the door with your hips as your hands were full. Genya swallowed nervously. That was pretty hot.

"Ouch, these are hot!" You said as you quickly walked to the couch and set the pizza boxes down on the coffee table, "Let's dig in. Would you like some Cola, Genya?"

"Uh, yes please?" He nodded as he sat on the couch and you quickly got two huge glasses and filled them with cold Cola from your fridge.

"Here," You pushed his glass to him and he thanked you again. That being said and done, the two of you grabbed slices of your own pizzas and ate them happily with a little small talk.

Suddenly Lady meowed as she jumped on the table and sniffed your pizzas but you quickly pushed her off the table, "No, Lady, no pizza for you!"

"Yeah, you could get sick," Genya backed you up and the grey cat meowed as she turned and left since there was no food for her. You and Genya ate your pizzas and you were both stuffed after them.

"I ate too much…" You groaned weakly, your stomach feeling like a balloon. Genya nodded as he took a sip of what was left of his glass of Cola, "Thanks, they were delicious."

"You're welcome." You grinned, but then you turned a little more serious, "Now that we live together, we might need to make some rules to follow. What do you think?"

"That sounds reasonable," Genya said and you hummed thoughtfully as you tried to think of anything you would need to make as a rule. "Now what should we think about…"

"How about food?" Genya suggested.

"Oh, that's good!" You nodded with a smile, "How about if we go grocery shopping together when needed?"

"Sounds like a plan to me." He nodded also and you added, "We could also take turns when it comes to cooking dinner or lunch at weekends."

"I've learned some things from Haganezuka's classes." Genya said proudly, "So I should be able to cook something good for you!"

"Aww, thank you! That makes me really excited," You smiled, "I'm eager to cook for you too."

Hearing this made poor man blush, and that was when you came up with a new rule, "I got an idea about cleaning! How about this, when you cook I vacuum, clean, and clean after Lady, and then the other way around when I cook?"

"That sounds reasonable also."

"Alright, that should be it, right?"

"I think so?" Genya nodded and you hummed, "You know, now would be the best time to visit the grocery store?"

"Why?"

"We aren't hungry now so we won't do any hasty or hunger-based shopping." You said, "Also, the only thing in the fridge is my Cola and some eggs."

"In that case, should we head out right away?"

"Yes, we can go right now! Let's take the empty pizza boxes out while we are at it," You smiled as you grabbed the boxes and you and Genya got dressed and left the apartment while dropping your garbage into the dumpster.

The two of you walked to the closest grocery store there was and you both took your separate shopping baskets in case you wanted something for only yourselves. The two of you went through the store together, thinking and suggesting different meals for dinner and meals for Sunday. As you shopped you noticed that your partner had stopped to check out the convenience food section.

"What you got there, Genya?" You asked as you walked up to him and he glanced at you over his shoulder.

"While we are here, should we grab our usual lunch boxes for Monday?" He asked and you hummed a little when an idea popped into your mind.

"Hey, uh…" You frowned as you averted your gaze in an attempt to stop yourself from blushing. What you were about to say was so silly and made you feel weird, "Now that we live together… Would you like me to prepare a bento for you?"

"You…!" Genya blinked in shock before his whole face turned red, "Y- you would make me lunch?"

"Well, I could make myself some also and we can save money with it?" You tried to reason, but the truth was that you really just wanted to spoil Genya and make him something better than your usual meat-on-rice boxes.

"Then… I would love to receive a lunch made by you," He said and you blushed as you nodded, "Then I will make you the best lunch I possibly can!"

Secretly Genya was so happy. He would happily eat anything you would make him, but hearing you say that you wanted to prepare lunch for him made his heart skip a beat. You were honestly so kind, Gods, he loved you so much! Just like you loved him.

"I'm going to grab some lunch ingredients. I'm gonna make you my supreme surprise lunch." You said as you corrected your hold on your shopping basket and left to find something to put into your partner's box.

Once you were both done with your groceries, you split the bill, but you were definitely hiding most of your groceries as you wanted to surprise Genya with his lunch and he could tell that.

The young man could barely wait for Monday and once it came, he couldn't help but notice a delicious smell in the apartment as you had woken early to cook for him. While Genya made and turned his bed into a couch again, you packed his lunch in a box.

"Alright, your lunch is ready." You said as you put the surprisingly big box on the table before asking, "How would you like your breakfast?"

"Can I have some toast?" He asked and you nodded as you turned to put some bread into the toaster, and while you were doing that, Genya went to the bathroom to wash his face and teeth, and change into his uniform.

Once this was done, he came to the kitchen and sat by the table and you placed perfectly toasted bread before him, with butter and some ham, "Please ask if you want more?"

"Thank you," Genya nodded and he truly was thankful for you waking up early to make him something. There was just one thing, "You do know that you don't need to coddle me? I'm a grown man."

"I know." You nodded as you blushed softly, before admitting, "I just like doing it."

Hearing you confess that made the poor young man blush also and the two of you could barely look at each other during the whole breakfast. Finally, you were done and you started to leave so you could make it to the school in time.

"Here," You handed Genya his lunch box and he weighed the box in his hands. It felt pretty heavy, just what had you put in there?

"You did make yourself something too, right?" He asked and you nodded as you showed him your box, "Of course."

"Alright, that's good."

"Yes… I do have a request though?"

"What is it?"

"Can you wait for me in our usual spot before you open your box? I would like to see your reaction?"

What an interesting request, but Genya was more than happy to wait for you. "Of course! I'll wait for you there!"

You smiled and the two of you bid Lady farewell as you headed to the school. While you weren't in the same classes, you were still in each others' minds.

And when lunchtime came, Genya and you met at your usual spot. You were running a little late, but Genya waited for you as he promised.

"You waited," You sounded a little surprised and the young man nodded, "Of course? I did promise, right?"

"I…" You smiled a little as you sat next to him, "Thank you. You're really sweet."

This made poor Genya blush as he turned to look at the box before him, "M- may I open it now?"

"Yes, go ahead," You grinned, "I'm excited to see how you like it."

Genya nodded and carefully lifted the lid and he could barely believe what he saw. You had made him a bacon-wrapped chicken on rice, with fresh cherry tomatoes and cucumber on the side.

"T- this looks so amazing!" Genya stuttered and you smiled, "I thought you might like meaty lunch since you did order that meat lover's pizza. I also added cucumber since it's a good palate cleanser and cherry tomatoes since they are delicious."

"Can I really eat this?" He asked and you smiled as you nodded, "Please do!"

Genya took out his utensils and used them to take a bite out of the meat and his eyes widened as the food made contact with his tongue. The bacon was just perfect and the chicken was juicy, and they both went well with rice and veggies.

"It's absolutely delicious…!" He moaned with his mouth half full. Hearing him compliment and truly like your cooking made you so happy that you actually smiled so hard that the corners of your mouth hurt.

"I'm so happy you like it!" You said and you really were happy to see him enjoy your cooking like that. He nodded eagerly and as soon as he swallowed his mouthful he looked at you.

"Can you make me more someday?" He asked and you absolutely beamed, "Of course!"

"I must make you something also!" Genya said, and you smiled, "I would love it."

#genya shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu academy #reader #modern!AU #reader insert #Fem!Reader #writing #my writing #story #my story

[m-jelly]

Hello! I’m here to harass you with yet another fanfiction. I don’t think my writing is good enough, so I’m not an official author. I just write for my friends, albeit a seldom occurrence.

Anyways, here’s a random fic.

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Modern au

Concept: Next door neighbors to lovers. Levi finds the reader’s diary. Upon its discovery, he accidentally opens to a page of lewd thoughts about him. He gets flustered (because of his reciprocity) and turns the page to something that makes him think “What the fuck-“

(pt 1/2)

Living in a small, mountainside town had its perks at times. One of them primarily being you.

Levi, although unsociable, has found himself deeply infatuated with his next door neighbor. At first, he thought you were this sweet thing that needed his protection. He found you one crisp morning trying to feed the mourning doves that perched themselves on your pastel picket fence. You cautiously approached the pair with seeds before leaving it in a nearby pile.

His heart was moved by your consideration towards the little animals.

Fuck, you’re so cute

For the next week, you continued this process - unknowing that Levi watched through his window before leaving to run his local tea shop. He didn’t mean to be creepy, of course. But you just had this way of drawing him in.

When you eventually gained the trust of the birds, he was amazed and ever so proud. It was also then he mustered the courage to talk to you.

…

You were already aware of Levi’s presence. Unbeknownst to Levi, you thought him incredibly attractive and did not know how to approach him.

As weeks progressed into months, you and Levi became almost inseparable.

One August day, you asked Levi to stay the night.

“Levi, you need to sleep more than 4 hours. This isn’t healthy!“

Levi blushed at the prospect of sleeping in the same household as you.

“It’s fine. I’ll make sure to sleep longer tonight.”

You weren’t satisfied with his answer.

“Levi Ackerman. Please sleep here. At least for one night so I can make sure you stay asleep for a bit longer.”

Levi huffed in resignation before blushing.

“Fine. But where will you sleep?”

You contemplated before simply stating

“In the bed with you, of course. We’ve slept on the sofa together before.”

Levi was still blushing. He wanted to protest your logic, but alas he knew he would never win against you.

“Y-yeah, makes sense.”

You both got ready for bed. In only a few moments after checking Levi, you flop on to the mattress and fall asleep.

Levi mentally facepalmed at your earlier remark.

So much for making sure I stay asleep, huh?

He then smirked at your current state and instantly forgot your futile proclamation. While looking at your face, he fell asleep peacefully.

It’s 8:07 in the morning when Levi notices your empty space on the bed. Today requires a later working schedule, meaning that he’ll be at your house alone until he has to leave. He notices a book on the adjacent nightstand to your bed.

Next to the book is a ripped piece of paper with writing scrawled unevenly, as if in a rush:

Hey Levi! Sorry but I had to leave for work early. If you are reading this after 6 hours of sleep, I’m so proud of you! Remember, take care of yourself one step at a time! :)

Levi smiled at your worry towards him before looking at the book next to the ripped page. Curiously, he picked up the book. He hoped you didn’t ruin a good piece of your favorite literature just for him.

He opened the page and noticed familiar handwriting on the pages within. It was yours.

That's a shame that you don't post your work, it's incredibly good and I feel bad that the only way I can reply or let you know is by posting your work. I want to send people over to you so they can enjoy your talent.

[monpalace]

don't talk to me this is to make up for the fact i've been stuck on the princess-like reader for a month anyways: soulmate au with the ace and deuce. jack, epel, and sebek will come soon.. maybe.. probably.. unlikely..

— maj

ACE TRAPPOLA — a unique number

thirty-six. thirty-freaking-six was he and his soulmate's unique number. thirty and six. a number no other person shared. a number so.. so.. simple! the same number of cards in the game that shared his name. nineteen forty-four could have been better than thirty-six.

a simple look online told him that thirty-six meant that he needed to focus on himself and his family rather than his professional life in angel number, but he'd like to think he had a healthy balance of both. maybe it was his soulmate who needed to do those things? another search said that he'd acquire a mass amount of riches and would rich at the expense of him spending less time with his family. he couldn't see that being himself either— aside from the money factor, that is.

thirty-six, while he and his soulmate's unique number, was still some stupid everyone used when they learned how to count to forty. it was stupid, ugly, and plastered onto the side of his neck for the rest of his life until he decided he wanted it to be magically removed.

his dad and brother had tried countless times to tell him his number was a blessing; even if the former's once scarlet-colored twenty-eight was now a charcoal black that scaled the skin of his cheek, often causing irritation around his right eye. the latter had much more luck when compared to his immediate family, he and his soulmate rubbing their love in ace's face, even if on accident.

yeah, ace's opinion on soulmates was solidified now.

he was very open about his view when it came to the issue of lovers. to many people were to loud and boisterous about the fact that they'd either already met theirs or they were bound to meet them soon.

even if he wasn't all to interested in finding a life-long romantic partner, a life-long friend was always better.

(he supposes that a soulmate could be both, but he didn't want his friend to be his soulmate, if that even made sense.)

"my bad," ace apologizes as he looks down at the student he bumped into, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he leans down to pick up the scattered papers. he ignores the flaring of his neck in favor of gathering the papers for the upcoming magift tournament, reading it over briefly before stuffing one in his pocket for the near future. "where're you headed? i might even take them all if you pay me well!"

at his teasing words and the heat the emanated from your heat and stomach, you couldn't help but feel your cheeks start to burn in both embarrassment and an emotion you can't place. "crowley's office. today's the last day for registration." you answer as he takes the pile you stacked in the nook of your elbow, rubbing the skin of your throat.

ace manages to compose himself before he can make a one-person reenactment of the event that took place just a moment before. "i'm sorry?" he gulps breathlessly.

"you don't need to worry!" you reassure the teen, having no issue noticing his despair. "you have until the end of the school day to sign yourself up!" you extend your hand only to stop just short of his shoulder, heartrate raising when you were just an inch until touching. you retract your hand, shooting it back to the nape of your neck.

ace hums to himself as he looks the flyer once more, feeling himself calm down in an odd way. "i guess i can be thankful i ran into you, huh?" he says, eyes skimming over the reward that listed a all-paid trip to the land of pyroxene with a plus one, all funded by crowley. he didn't doubt that the trip would be to one of the worst cities in the country considering that last bit of information. "maybe i'll take you with me since you helped me so much."

.. goddamn.. why was his mark burning so much?

DEUCE SPADE — an emotive color

deuce didn't enjoy being in the colorblind category when it came to soulmates. the only color he saw was red a good majority of the time. he wasn't sure if his soulmate was constantly feeling anger of passion and he didn't know if he was genuinely curious or dangerously concerned.

there were occasional times where he wondered if his other half saw the same color he did during his.. worst years.. did his soulmate see the same sky blue when he helped his grandma cook their family recipes? a stormy ocean blue whenever he heard his mother sob over his shortcomings?

deuce was never one to believe in soulmates. his mother had loved his father dearly— even if he was a deadbeat who left them not long after he was born. his grandma hadn't even been born with one. while he didn't know if his soulmate would be his romantic partner in the end, he did pray that they'd become good friends.

could his other half see when he got accepted into nrc? see when he received his award for being one of the fastest in track and field within the first week of arriving? how he felt when he managed to pass the first semester's set of final exams only see him turn saddened and mad when hundred of other students used the same methods as him?

he hoped that his soulmate couldn't.

deuce couldn't help but hug you once he and ace reached scarabia's sand, putting his track skills as soon as you were within his eyesight. all of his weight shifts to the back of his heels as he picks you up, spinning you both into a circle before putting you down and checking over your body.

"you're okay! you're okay, right?" he states and then asks, using his words more to calm himself down rather than to check on you. his eyes flicker to jamil before jumping back to you. "you're okay? he doesn't have you under his hypnosis or anything?"

you have to nod your head and place your hands on his shoulders to get his breathing to even out. he's only able to see you and a lemonade yellow, making him wonder what had happened to make his soulmate excited and amused. his other half won a competition, maybe? "i'm fine, deuce. i've made it through three overblots already, what's a fourth?"

you can't help but laugh at the look on deuce's face. a ginger color fills your eyes, the teen's embarrassment and worry becoming more and more evident the warmer the color became.

"come on!" he hisses, shrugging one of your hands off so he can itch at the skin beneath his chin. "i just wanted to make sure you were okay! you're not gonna put that past me?"

you lift your hands to hold onto his cheeks, offering the boy the softest smile. "i won't," you hum, his eyes filling with pink. "i'm thankful you cared."

deuce really, truly hoped that his supposed soulmate would be his lifelong partner. romantically or platonically.

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