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i love pale blue sm!!
The best part about writing Pale Blue is being able to write soft/sweet Suguru who is always struggling to hold back. I'm talking about hanging by a thread to keep his composure when he's around Reader. He's so achingly gentle with her, especially during their intimate moments. It's because she's heavily pregnant, of course, and he's scared of hurting her or their child in the process. This man is counting down the seconds until his child is born, until you are healed and ready to be loved by him in the way you are used to. I'm talking filthy, manhandling sex okay. He's losing his mind waiting.
This... this may or may not be why I added an additional 1-2 parts to my Pale Blue storyline
Jjanggu, Seokjin’s pet who had lived with him 12 years, passed away few days ago. He was there to say goodbye to Jjanggu and sent him to heaven. Seokjin thanked us for loving Jjanggu and promised to come back to his usual happy mood again soon. (from BTS FC)
(late)Happy holidays to all who celebrate! This was my contribution to a secret santa event, made for @the-chozo-lord
till death do us part—the fate of the six eyes and zenin clan leader from satoru’s story
After Vecna is defeated and the world goes back to normal for good, Steve thinks he can get on with his life. And for a while that's exactly what happens: his scars heal and, against everything he would have ever expected, Eddie heals right beside him.
But a year later, his life gets turned upside down in a whole new way. He gets one more hit to the head. It's a stupid accident, really, something involving a broken lightbulb, an old stepladder and an unfortunate fall. He loses pretty much all his sight. His once expressive brown eyes become hollow shells, one staring right ahead and one turned sideways, but both equally useless.
At first, the darkness is scary. It's frustrating, to be robbed of one of the few things he could always rely on. He has to get to know the world around him in a whole new way. There are days when he hates it, days when he wants to stay in bed in his room forever. There are days when he wants to scream, even days when he wants to cut his own eyes out like Victor Creel did before him.
But slowly, little by little, he learns to live with it. He grows a new appreciation for beautiful music and good food, things that stimulate his other senses that he now relies more heavily on. He develops a sharp ear for people's voices and intonations to make up for the loss of seeing their facial expressions. Where he used to love seeing Robin's bright eyes and Dustin's excited smile, he now treasures the sound of Dustin's laughter and the scent of Robin's cologne.
The one thing he will never stop missing, though, is Eddie's face. The way his eyes light up when he smiles. The way his mouth curves into that mischievous grin that Steve once fell in love with. The way his fluffy curls cascade over his back. Those are the things he misses the most.
There's a lot that makes up for that loss: he can cling to Eddie's arm whenever he wants, without having to worry about people taking their affectionate touches the wrong way. He gets to rely on Eddie's helping hand and to bask in Eddie's scent. And, most importantly: he gets to listen to Eddie's voice all the time, when he describes what's happening around them in lively phrases and with passion in his voice like the true storyteller he is.
“Do you know that there's one thing you're always leaving out when you're describing things to me?” Steve asks him one day, when he feels Eddie's hands move through the air around them during his excited monologue about the orange cat that is currently visiting their garden, chasing after butterflies and going after its own tail in the flowerbeds.
“Huh?” Eddie sounds confused.
“You're always leaving out the most important part,” Steve continues. He lifts his hand and slowly moves it to find Eddie's face. He feels his curls underneath his fingertips, then slides them further over Eddie's features.
“What do you mean, Stevie?”
“You never mention how you look. Only what you see. But if I could see, I'd be looking at you, Eddie. I'd watch your face. I can still remember that curve of your mouth, that crease between your eyebrows...” He lets his hand linger on the places he mentions. “But it's all becoming less clear. I'll never see it again. I don't wanna lose that.”
Steve feels his hand getting covered by another one, lets his fingers be guided across Eddie's cheek.
“You won't,” Eddie tells him softly. “There's no way I'll let you lose that.”
Steve can already feel the change in temperature underneath his fingers before Eddie speaks.
“I'm blushing right now, Stevie. Cause of what you said. And...” He guides Steve's hand further down over the uneven skin of his scarred cheek. “I'm smiling. Just a little bit. Not that wide smile I have when I'm messing with you, but the smaller one, the one that's just for you.”
Eddie squeezes his hand before he lets go. A moment later, his lips brush softly against Steve's, something that's not quite a kiss. Steve can feel that Eddie is about to pull back before it becomes anything more, but he presses back into Eddie's space, chases his warm lips with his own, and wraps his arms around Eddie's body to pull him closer.
Kissing is best without looking anyway.
Between Humans and Demons
Summary: A s Kuwabara gets older, he starts to notice the differences between himself and his demonic friends. A harrowing moment reminds him, that the differences don’t really matter.
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He closed his eyes.
The sound of metal wrapping around metal flooded his ears.
Even with his eyes closed, he was dizzy; could tell that he was rotating in the air, as the collision broke all around him.
Something shattered and sharp, sprayed against his face and dug into his skin, either falling away or embedding into his face.
Another crunching sound, and then Kuwabara was hanging suspended in the air, kept in his seat by the seatbelt that held him flush in place. His eyes were still closed, but they didn’t need to be open to feel the spirit of the driver, and the other two people in the car with him, snuff out. Three candles being blown out in a slow breath.
Kuwabara should have gone with them.
Somehow, Kuwabara was alive, and something told him that that was strange. That he too, should have been snuffed out.
“Kuwabara!”
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Oh sorry, just over here having intense feelings about Laszlo Cravensworth. Laszlo who feels guilty if he thinks about the bastard children he had as a human. Laszlo who absolutely refused to look at his genealogy records. Laszlo who had a hard relationship with his father and struggled to fit the traditional masculine roles of his time. Laszlo who once impulsively turned a baby into a vampire, then realized it was a terrible plan and a terrible thing to do and abandoned it. Laszlo, who learned his friend was dying and dedicated the months to including him and showing him he was appreciated and liked and creating meaningful memories with him. Laszlo who for weeks couldn't bring himself to say his final goodbyes to his friend's corpse. Laszlo who took one look at Baby Colin and dashed all his other plans without a moment's hesitation so he could reorient his life alive around this new being. Laszlo who had no idea what he was doing but dedicated a year of his life to raising a kid by himself. Laszlo, who struggled to understand this kid but totally adored him. Who called him "my boy". Laszlo, who learned to accept him and not force him to be something he's not. Laszlo, who was able to put parts of his own upbringing into context as he experienced parenthood himself. Laszlo, who spent hours rehearsing music with the kid, and brought him on camping trips, and to the zoo. Laszlo, who watched his son suddenly change. Laszlo, who mournfully played showtunes as his son acted out. Laszlo, whose son was suddenly gone, replaced by a friend he had already mourned, a person who doesn't remember him being a father, or anything about the time they spent together.
That Laszlo.