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curiousb · 2 months

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The Steele Family Album: Volume XIX

Back at the Steele family home, there's an important event taking place.

Simon is meeting his daughter Laura for the first time.

But there's also a goodbye to be said - this time to Lucy. And William is actually cheering about it! 😮 Things have been rather frosty between them, ever since he witnessed Lucy's moment of weakness with George, but this is a whole other level of vindictiveness!

And then - perhaps through divine providence - the living room furniture catches fire. Thankfully, the urns containing the ashes of Lucy and Meg on the mantelpiece survive the blaze intact!

Catherine and Simon have also been a little careless again. Or perhaps it was by design this time?

Catherine very sensibly goes into labour in the nursery...

...and gives birth to a second daughter - Rebecca. Let's hear it for recessive genes! She has her great-grandmother's eyes, passed on through her grandmother Kitty.

Shortly after, arriving home from work one evening - with a colleague in tow - karma finally sneaks up on William from behind, in the form of Grim.

He doesn't mind too much. After all, he is going to rest in peace in a tropical paradise - or maybe just to sit on the mantelpiece, next to his fiancée and his cat. Who can say?

Brie is noisily outraged at the departure of her Sim. But Independent Dolly - having no strong bond with the rest of the family - makes the pragmatic decision to try her luck elsewhere, and slopes off alone into the darkness of the night.

Of course, Catherine reports Dolly as missing straight away - she is an elder now, and Catherine is worried about her being out on the streets. But whether she will be seen again is anyone's guess. Cats, after all, are their own masters.

#sims 2 #gameplay #merybury #lucy steele #william collins #catherine steele #laura steele #rebecca steele #meg steele #dolly steele #brie steele #kitty bennet #simon wickham #marisa bendett #steele family

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annachum · 5 months

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Not every lady is a warrior, and that's okay

Snow White isn't a warrior - she is a lady diplomat, and later ruler And that's okay

Cinderella isn't a warrior - she is a lady, artist, and later ruler, and that's okay

Aurora isn't a warrior - she is a lady, diplomat and later ruler. And that's okay

Jane Bennet isn't a warrior - she is a lady and artist. And that's okay

Meg March isn't a warrior - she is a homemaker, artist and lady. And that's okay

Hurrem Sultan isn't a warrior - she is a lady, diplomat, ruler and strategist. And that's okay

Lucrezia Borgia isn't a warrior - she is a lady, cultural patron and diplomat. And that's okay

Maid Marian isn't a warrior - she is a lady, cultural patron and diplomat. And that's okay

Cleopatra VII isn't really a warrior - she is a lady, alchemist and ruler. And that's okay

Scheherazade isn't really a warrior - she is a lady, storyteller, ruler and diplomat. And that's okay

Laura Vlahos ( Clint Barton's wife ) isn't a warrior - she is a medic. And that's okay

Cosette isn't a warrior - she is a lady and artist. And that's okay

Queen Guinevere isn't really a warrior - she is a lady, strategist, cultural patron and ruler. And that's okay

Millie ( 7 Brides ) isn't a warrior - she is a homemaker and agriculturalist. And that's okay.

Christine Daae isn't a warrior - she is a performing artist and lady. And that's okay

Duchess ( Aristocats ) isn't a warrior - she is a lady, socialite and musician. And that's okay

Lady Jocelyn ( A Knight's Tale ) isn't a warrior - she is a lady and diplomat. And that's okay

Padme Amidala isn't really a warrior - she is a lady, ruler, diplomat and politician. And that's okay.

A lady can be impressive even without swinging a weapon

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steelthroat · 1 month

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Just made another weird dream in which animated Optimus was arguing with (what I think was) Sentinel (idk it was an orange and blue silhouette)

And at some point he said "yeah my lord doesn't flame... he fires 😎🤙" talking about Megatron...

I have no idea of what's the meaning behind this??? Like idk I guess Optimus/I meant "he's not all talk he is a man of action?" Like "he doesn't talk behind someone's back(flame) he straight up kills you (fires)"????

Idk abshfjhfjgjggjugi

#I WOULD be cringing about the “my pord part”#but i have the suspicion it was inspired by “the brave shall heed the call”#yesterday i finished reading the last chapters and i was shook to my core #in a positive way #hdhffhhfhfj #btw yea “my lord doesn't flame he fires😎”#BAUAAHAHSHSHSHDHHHDHDD #steel rambles #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #shitpost #megatron #optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #bro megop won't leave me alone not wven in my dreams #now please let's analyze this in a freudian way like “you want to be op and fuck megs” or smth #idk it's almost 7 in the morning my sleep deprived brain doesn't even know how to write atm

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umbracirrus · 4 months

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Excuse the handwriting, my hand was starting to cramp up when I started writing little notes! Probably should've stopped drawing sooner but my mind was set on doing this.... heh.....

I just wanted to draw a reference sheet for myself of my dragonborn Elyse at different points in her life, mostly from my fanfictions where she is the main character (and one from before too :3)

#meg has done some drawing #dragonborn oc elyse #and like fuck was i drawing all of the steel plate armour #trust me to decide that elyse wears armour which is all intricate and whatnot that I hate drawing :/#not gonna lie i like the Skyrim one most. like I'd wear that coat.

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no1ryomafan · 3 months

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So I had a funny realization with two Animes I watched that are arguably the most obscure ones I’ve watched thus far…

#meg text #steel jeeg #kotetsushin jeeg #android kikaider #android kikaider the animation #shitpost #I was also gonna say “their more story driven” but I do gotta given toei Jeeg and the toku kikaider shows a look #but I find it funny they get overshadowed when their less episodes #bc people will perk up when you mention OG Jeeg or Toku kikaider but NOT the 2000s version for either of these #shin Jeeg I kinda get because it replaces the characters (semi) but kikaider keeps the core cast???#and yet I feel it’s almost more unknown then shin Jeeg despite it the one getting a whole dub

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redhatmeg · 5 months

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And in the S3 premiere we have general Steele who will become colonel Potter.

Edit:

Steele's reaction to Klinger is pure gold.

"Marjorie, not now!"

#meg rewatches mash #mash #sherman potter #corporal klinger #general steele

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the-bookish-lady · 1 year

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Prisoner of Steel and Shadow (The Forsaken #1) by Meg Anne

Page no.: 270 Genres: new adult, high fantasy, romance Stars: ★★★★☆ Smut Scale: 🌶️ Heat Scale: 🔥🔥🔥 Publication date: October 24, 2022 Publisher: Independently Published

Review:

Am I glad that I have the ARC for the next one? You can bet.

This was surprisingly good. Most of the time if something is advertised as an SJM/JLA kind of thing, I don't really enjoy them, but this is an exception. (maybe because it reminded me more of The Serpent and the Wings of Night, which is a far better reference IMO)

The transition from the original series was seamless, and it wasn't difficult to grasp what was going on without reading that. I loved how it allowed the new characters to shine and shift the focus on them by allowing them space to breathe and exist on their own. After the first few chapters, I was already hooked and ready to jump into this mad quest to find Rayna.

The depth of the worldbuilding, the drama, the characters, and the banter between them were top notch and I wish it was a little longer.

#booklr #book review #prisoner of steel and shadow #the forsaken #meg anne #new adult #high fantasy #romance #second chance romance #4 stars

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satoruoo · 6 months

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✦°. THE COUPLE + THE CASHIER - toji fushiguro

"‘scuse me, miss?"

the cashier is no more than 15 minutes into her evening shift, and some customer who is almost guaranteed to ask the stupidest question is already bothering her. god, what evil did she do in a past life to deserve this? she quickly sucks in the exasperated sigh that threatens to escape her lips and steels herself for the worst as she turns around.

contrary to her previous beliefs, she's faced with the finest man she's ever seen in her life.

he's tall, towering at least a head above her with broad shoulders and a large frame. the compression shirt he's wearing and the dark sweats that hang low on his waist do no good to help slow her quickening heartbeat. his facial features are sharp, dark eyes and matching dark hair with a scar over his lips.

the only reason he's not intimidating her to the point of tears is the baby he's holding on his hip. a spitting image of him, the child has the same dark hair and eyes, gripping a small plush toy in his tiny fist.

"sorry t’bother," the man says, voice deep and gravelly, "was just wonderin’ where the baby aisle is."

she blinks, not even fully registering what he's saying. of course the big, beefy, incredibly sexy, and possible killer of a man is asking where the baby aisle is. the baby in question babbles loudly as the man adjusts his position on his hip. she swallows thickly, suddenly forgetting how to form coherent sentences.

"oh, uh, yeah, it's-" she doesn't get to finish as a voice as smooth as silk interrupts.

"love?"

his wife, she presumes by the way the man immediately twists his body to follow the voice, is a striking contrast to her husband with her far softer features and more approachable aura. she watches in silent awe as his body visibly relaxes, shoulders sagging in relief. the baby perks up too, his tiny hands making grabby motions toward the woman approaching them.

you're positively gorgeous, probably one of the most beautiful women the cashier ever laid eyes on. you're smiling as you ruffle the baby's hair, placing a quick kiss on his forehead lovingly eliciting a series of sweet giggles.

"toji, it took you less than five minutes to get lost." you scold lightly, biting back the smile that creeps up onto your lips and he places his free hand on the small of your back.

the cashier is struggling to believe her eyes. what a stunning couple the two of you made. she can see the resemblance between you and the baby now too. he may have his father's hair and eyes, but his nose and lips are all yours.

"sorry ma," the man, toji she thinks his name was, says, "megs wanted to look at the toys."

you raise an eyebrow. "megs can't even talk yet, babe."

toji chuckles, his lips tipping up into a lazy grin. he can't refute that one, it seems.

"sorry about him," you say, turning to the cashier as megumi tries to get a grip on your hair before toji pulls him away, "my husband can be on the stupider side. i hope he didn't bother you."

you may have said some harsh words, but the cashier can tell it's all in mirthful adoration when toji grins and presses a kiss to your temple.

"ah, no, it's fine." is all she manages to say through the large lump in her throat.

you smile at her, thanking her for her time as you take toji's hand, guiding him to the correct aisle.

the cashier stands motionless for a moment or two, still dazed from her experience with the crazy attractive man with his insanely attractive wife and their stupidly adorable baby. she doesn't think she'll ever complain about her job again.

BONUS:

"toji, don't you think that cashier was adorable?" you ask as you browse through the brands of diapers on the shelf.

your husband scoffs, snorting through his nose while he pretends to be useful by looking through the baby wash.

"dunno, my eyes are only ever on you, doll. didn't get a good look." he says, "saw how she was eye-fuckin’ you, though."

you almost drop the pack in your hands at his crude comment.

"not in front of megumi." you remind, "and she was not eye-fucking me."

toji grins, coming up behind you to gently nip your neck, "either way, ‘s too bad for her, ‘cause you're already happily married."

you hum, looking fondly at megumi before tilting your head up to give toji a kiss.

"i suppose."

"hey! the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

#♡. viascribbles #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujustu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji #jjk toji #toji fluff #toji fushigro x reader #toji jjk #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk drabbles

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xxsabitoxx · 5 months

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Fushiguro Megumi hates clubs.

Quite literally nothing about the club scene is inviting to Megumi. Too many people crowded into a too-small space, too dark, too many lights, odd smells, constantly being bumped into, music blaring way too loud… the list goes on and on.

But there’s you. Someone who lives for going out to a club maybe once a month just to let loose… and he’ll be damned if he lets you leave the house alone in that way too short dress. So he sucks up his dislike for clubbing and accompanies you.

Every. Single. Time.

He usually stays off to the side, sitting in a booth or leaning against a wall. Somewhere his eyes can follow you regardless of where you wander too. You’re usually accompanied with friends, whether it be your old jujutsu tech classmates or some friends you made after graduation when you attended uni.

But tonight was different. You had nobody with you. “You still want to go even though nobody else can?” Megumi had questioned you earlier that day, a bit perplexed when you nodded enthusiastically. “I’m not going alone, Meg. You’re coming with me, remember?”

Yeah… he remembered alright.

Remembered so much that he had let you convince him to drink. Now, three shots and two mixed drinks later, he’s crammed into the packed dance floor with your back pressed flush to his front. It’s dizzying, the music vibrating the dance floor, the alcohol seeping through his veins, your body on his.

He can't think straight, his face feels like it's on fire and the rest of his body is not faring any better. Your hips guide him, swaying dangerously to the beat of the music as you lean into him. Megumi's grip on your hips is as strong as steel, skin feeling clammy from an accumulation of factors but he couldn't care less.

He lets you take the lead, since you're far more accustomed to this than he is. He lets you spin, your pupils dilated as your fronts are now pressing together as you beam up at him. He can see your lips moving but he can't hear a damn thing you're saying.

Your bodies are still moving in time to the music, your arms snaking up to wrap around his neck as you guide him.

Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's how close your bodies are, or maybe it's the girl who accidentally bumps into your back and pushes you impossibly closer to Megumi. It doesn't matter though, because the next thing he knows, his lips are crushed to yours.

It's suffocating, he's pulling away with flushed cheeks as you gasp for air. That doesn't last long either, your hands pulling him back down to you in a series of feverish, needy kisses.

Fushiguro Megumi hates clubs... but you've changed his mind

*Alexa play Heavy Metal Lover by Lady Gaga” Hehehe Megumi makes the brain go brrr >:3

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spnscripthunt · 7 months

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We're doing our last fundraiser for RIP Medical Debt and our goal is to raise $5,000 so we can erase $500,000 in medical debt here in the USA.

Just one $10 raffle entry erases $1,000 in medical debt with no tax burden to the recipient.

If you want the John Oliver segment to explain how this works:

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All the details, including direct donation links to RIP and the link to submit your receipt to enter the raffle:

Raffle closes on November 5, 2023 at 11:59pm (EST)

Update 11/02/2023 @ 6:14 PM (Eastern): "$7,179.50 of $5,000 goal"

We added a separate tier of X-Files scripts and added a question on the Google form so we can pull those entries out for a separate drawing:

2X05 Duane Barry (Blue)

2X25 Anasazi (White-Full)

4X05 The Field Where I Died (White; Blue-Pages only)

4X14 Leonard Betts (Salmon-Pgs; 2nd Blue-Pages only)

5ABX19 Folie a Deux (Blue-Full)

🚨FOUR MORE RAFFLE PRIZES ADDED🚨

Supernatural: the complete blu-ray box set, donated by HanmeiCui (Twitter)

12.19 "The Future" (pink draft) signed by Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins donated by Kreespa (YouTube)

Curse Box (7.5") made by @thegreencooler

There'll Be Peace When You Are Done essay collection donated by @fangasmspn and signed by J2M, Gil McKinney, and Meg Donnelly.

Necklace made by @thegreencooler "Hey, Lunatic" - Amethyst flakes like a shattered bunker wall with a steel Men of Letters pendant. Adjustable: 17.5 - 22 inches.

#supernatural #cw walker #walker independence #gotham knights #the winchesters #the x files #jericho #we have a few then and now sets #one last fundraiser #rip medical debt #let's kick it in the ass #admin: lets-steal-an-archive #Youtube

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curiousb · 4 months

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The Steele Family Album: Volume XIV

Bother, another post that is out of sync! This update is going back in time, to before the latest contingent headed off to uni, but the screenshots got buried in my folder. 😣

Mozzarella has lost his (accidental) blue rinse.

Despite an unpromising start, Erasmus and Louisa have become the best of friends, and they're really pleased that they will soon be moving into the same hall of residence at uni.

He somehow always feels more comfortable outside at night, under his beloved stars, even in the rain.

Ambitious Catherine is still proving to be a force to be reckoned with in the field of medicine. But she's on another mission too...

...to instil some discipline into the wayward household felines.

Mozzarella is utterly disdainful that Meg would stoop to even considering coming when called.

Catherine's training regime is clearly not working - not with Doofus Dolly anyway.

The cats have their own ideas of how to spend their time...

...meet Brie! The delightfully hotchpotch offspring of Mozzarella and Dolly.

#sims 2 #gameplay #merybury #catherine steele #erasmus collins #meg steele #mozzarella steele #dolly steele #brie steele #louisa willoughby #louie willoughby #steele family

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divine-misfortune · 1 month

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perhaps 45 with omega/alpha, if that sounds interesting?

A kiss out of anger from this prompt list.

Btw toxic old man yaoi art by @aweisz if you even care (thank you so much)

Bracing himself only did so much. It didn’t stop him from choking on the wave of dry heat that assaulted him when he opened the door. Omega dutifully swallowed a mouthful of scalding cinder and gripped the doorknob a little tighter, eyes tracking the scorched path Alpha had paced along the length of his room. It would take several hours to polish his anger from the floorboards but he knew no amount of waxing and shining would remove the traces of ash from the wood. Just another scar.

Omega stepped over the threshold. Willingly entered the cage with the spitting, raging demon and closed the door behind him.

Alpha’s eyes were fixed on the floor, hunched over himself. His arms were folded behind his back, clasping his wrist in one hand while the other repeatedly curled in and out of a fist. Omega ran his tongue over the back of his teeth, finding himself subconsciously mimicking his posture with a well trained rigidity. Steel spined, shoulders squared, hands folded neatly. There was a practiced sense of pride that he couldn’t give up, even now, even when he should be curling in on himself in shame.

“Understand?” He interrupted, sparks sputtering from between his teeth. Restrained anger that Omega didn’t deserve the kindness of. “Where the fuck do you get off taking matters into your own hands like this? You have no right to speak on my behalf, to call me and my capability into question, no fucking right Meg!”

“Alpha,” Omega began without knowing where he was going. If there was even a point to opening his mouth he had yet to find it. He debated a step forward but his body refused to budge and carry him closer to the fire ghoul. “You have to understand-”

“I’m not questioning your capability,” he tried to start again, nails digging into his palm behind his back as he tried to gather himself. Beyond scattered, he found himself grasping blindly for the right wording - searching for the sincerity Alpha deserved but his shallow inhale left too much of a pregnant pause that Alpha took as a chance to continue spitting.

“Oh but you did, you did the second you breathed a word of retirement to clergy. They’re all looking at me differently, like I’m useless. You seem to think I can’t do my fucking job, so what is it?” The question comes out serrated, sharp and ripping through him. “What’s this really about?”

Alpha finally looked at him. Crimson eyes gone dull, the raging fire he’d fallen in love with had burned down to low embers and the guilt jabs him in the gut.

Smoke billowed from the corners of his snarl and Omega found himself grateful for the awful heat filling the room, like the judgmental fires of hell were finally catching up to him. He hoped he burned, at the hands of Alpha or unholy retribution. Perhaps it was a deserved punishment in the end, his unwelcomed overstepping finally leading him to the cliff's edge.

“I’m worried about you.”

Closer now, Omega noticed the twitch of discomfort in Alpha’s face as he stepped forward again. The way his body moved was jerky for a passing second like he was flinching from his own weight on his right leg. Another stab, higher, a knife between his ribs. Closer now, Alpha had never felt further away from him. Despite being in arms reach, there were miles between them.

“Worried about me? You're worried about me?”

“You can't expect me to just sit and watch you-”

“Be honest, this is about Terzo isn't it?”

“Alpha.”

“No, no. It makes sense, it makes a lot of fucking sense when you think about it.” He's close, close enough Omega can feel the heat of his shaky breathing. “You don't think I'm good enough to stand by him anymore, do you? Do I tarnish your humans shiny appearance? Shouldn't surprise me that his image matters more to you-”

“For the love of everything unholy. Alpha, no. Would you just listen to me?”

“Oh yes, yes, of course I should listen. Omega knows best.” He threw his hands up with a laugh of disbelief. Omega couldn't stop his face from screwing up in irritation. “I don't know why I’m wasting my breath here, it’s clear you don’t care about me or a word I say.”

The accusation knocked the wind from his sails, impeccable posture beginning to sag. First in the shoulders and then his arms fell back to his sides, hands curling into fists to hide the shake to them. Alpha scoffed as the quintessence ghoul opened his mouth to argue but couldn’t seem to find the words. Dismissive. He looked tired, years of being beaten into submission and pushing well past his limits taking their toll. Ice crept into his veins, a chilled numbness spreading from the tips of his fingers to his core - he couldn’t place if it was guilt or his own particular brand of rage.

Alpha began to stalk past him, floorboards squeaking shrilly under his step like nails on a chalkboard. He grit his teeth, jaw creaking in kind as he turned and grabbed the other ghoul by the arm. There came the beginnings of a growl but Omega knew it was all bark, that there would never have been a real bite behind it, so he pushed. He pushed Alpha the few steps backwards till his back hit the door too hard, and he’d apologize later, but he chased the nerve he’d managed to scrounge up.

His skin was scalding as Omega grabbed his face roughly, surging forward to mold his mouth to Alpha’s before he could bite off another sharp word. The fire ghoul made a choked off sound of surprise, head thumping against the wood. His lips were rough, overly worried raw by well filed fangs, and Omega ached somewhere in his ribs at the familiarity. Months, it had been months since he'd felt Alpha against him and he hadn’t realized how much he missed it. Missed him.

Tobacco and communion wine. Omega was sure Alpha had stolen it from the chapel and downed the bottle in an attempt to quell his anger but it hardly seemed to do the trick given where they found themselves.

He braced a hand against Omega’s broad chest, not exactly pushing him away, it felt like another vye for physical contact. A quiet admission of how much Alpha missed this all the same. One kiss hardly felt like enough to convey himself, but as he flicked his tongue over the seam of his lips and Alpha reluctantly let him in, it felt like a start. The best he could do so suddenly.

Slipping into his mouth, Alpha groaned lowly and leaned fully against the closed door, curling his fingers into the front of the other ghoul’s uniform to drag him all that much closer. Flames seemingly extinguished, the heat beneath his palms began to ebb back to a comfortable warmth and Omega let up a bit, opting to cradle his face instead of grab. Offer him a touch of tenderness, it was the least he could do.

That clever forked tongue forced past his teeth and sought to lick the soured ash from his mouth.

It was a moment he wished they could stay suspended in forever, reminiscent of their younger days where every spare moment they could steal together was passion fueled and driven by sparks. Alpha’s warm breath tickled against his cheek with every pleasured sigh, neither of them managing to quiet a single grateful sound.

He started to pull back, managing an inch before changing his mind. Pressing forward for another far more chaste kiss, hating the idea of it ever truly ending.

“Alpha…” The quintessence ghoul started, stroking a thumb over the cut of his cheek, eyes flicking from his spit shined lips to his almost glassy eyes. They refocused a bit more with every sluggish blink. “Alpha, love, I’ve never doubted you or your ability to perform for a minute, but I worry about how hard you push yourself.”

He found himself frowning despite the previous giddy flutter of his heart.

“You might be immortal, but your vessel is not.” Omega smoothed his hands down Alpha’s front, pausing over his chest to just feel his pulse and the labored breaths he took. “You’re not a young ghoul anymore, and I know you don’t want to admit it…So I admitted it for you. I know it wasn’t my place but I couldn’t sit and watch you work yourself to the bone.”

“Megs,” Alpha sighed, brow furrowing. “Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“Because I know you, and I know you’d never go quietly.” He chuckled though there was no real humor there, tinged by something sad. “We only have so much time left on the surface, and the idea of not spending the rest of it with you at my side is agonizing. I just wanted you to come back to me and not worry about you leaving again, always coming back in worse shape than you left in…You’re making me go gray from all the worrying I have to do.”

It was Alpha’s turn to laugh. A sort of snort, actually amused unlike his previous attempt. Omega tipped his forehead against his, wanting to melt into him and his comforting warmth.

“I’m sorry, my light. I would never do something like this to slight you, you know that, right?”

“...Yeah, yeah I do.”

#i did not proof read this oishdios #they love each other theyre both just stubborn and dont know how to talk abt their feelings #writing #answered #void writing #nameless ghouls #alpha ghoul #omega ghoul #alpha/omega #alpha x omega #omega/alpha #omega x alpha #the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost ficlet

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