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[emryslore]

Sterek Fic Recs

Tag: Protective!Derek

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The Mummy (M) 28K (12/?) by killmesoftly_s

Inspired by my all time favorite movie, The Mummy (1999) When Scott, -Stiles’ step brother and best friend-brings him a key found within a Pharohs crypt depicting the curse of the infamous city; Hamunaptra, a trip is set. It’s in Cairo that the rugged and frustratingly handsome Derek Hale, who is the only living man to know how to find the city of the dead, promises to take him. Death is only the beginning and Stiles is ready for his adventure, stupid hunters and curses be damned. Rated mature for one detailed sex scene.

Autumn comes when you're not yet done (NR) 5.6K (1/1) by Lord_potato

The wolf (Canis lupus) is a mammal of the canine family. Biologically speaking, it is the same species as the domestic dog. The wolf is the largest canine living in the wild. Out of all the northern predators, the wolf is the most social species that prefers to live in packs formed by family units. extract: Werewolves. Fucking werewolves. His son had been hanging out with werewolves and had been fighting werewolves and had been lying about it all to him for longer than he realised. or the fic where Noah Stilinski finds out about werewolves and slowly gets used to being part of the pack.

Matryoshka(s) (E) 23K (5/5) by Gege_from_the_void_89

Stiles becomes known as Koschei when his father gets killed by a woman going by the nickname of Babayaga, and when the boy starts to plan how to avenge his father, the Russian mafia gets brought in sooner than later, till all his plan comes down to one single person he has to charm: Derek Hale. Will Stiles be able to get revenge for his father? Will he be able to handle something that wasn’t part of the plan?

Twilight (E) 67K (2/2) by Hedwig221b

Derek. Stiles thought about him the most. Something told him that it wasn’t the last time, far from it. He thought about his softness and his open desire to kill. Stiles’ hands remembered the heat of his hands. His neck longed to feel the coating warmth of Derek’s breath. His lips burned from the kiss that never happened. Everything was so fucking complicated. Except one thing. It was the only clear thought in his head. The one that made his stomach clench from fear, his heart stutter from hope, and his lips stretch in a smile. He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Derek.

We Ain’t Angry At You, Love. You’re The Greatest Thing We’ve Lost. (NR) 33K (9/12) by Christell_Nobody

Since Void, so much has happened. His dad is still just as neglectful, and now all his friends just stopped all contact. Derek and Peter left. If it wasn’t for Melissa and Jordan he’d be drowning and probably dead. After his 16th birthday he makes a decision, Melissa and Jordan help him and are supportive, a bit heartbroken but understanding. Noah doesn’t even care what he’s signing. Doesn’t care he signed his parental rights away, but was he ever a parent? With promises to keep contact, he is off. “So pack up your car, put a hand on your heart.”

Yes To Heaven (E) 85K (2/2) by Hedwig221b

Stiles ruined him. The damage was irreparable. He didn’t want the food that wasn’t made by Stiles or shared with him; the water tasted stale; the clothes were asphyxiating and scratchy; the air was wrong, wrong without Stiles’ scent in it. Fuck, what was wrong with him? How could that pretty little thing change him so much? He had an iron grip on his control before, being in tandem with his instincts, but within weeks, all of it was gone. As soon as he thought of Stiles, though, of his scent, his moans, and the little wrinkle on his forehead as he orgasmed, his mind settled. What was life before Stiles? Everything was somewhere far, far away, forgotten, bleak, and meaningless. Derek thought he knew what light was as he looked at the microscopic dots of the stars above. Then Stiles came into his life and showed him the sun.

[russellius]

Quiz Time with George

[its-no-biggie]

yeah thats what im saying though! saiki cant be SURE that his friends will react well to his real self, but hes ready to TRY. hes ready to show them that hes NOT normal and trust that theyll still love him anyway. yes, textually this is only about him revealing his powers to them, but you said yourself that hes only comfortable showing his real personality around people who know about his powers. surely it follows that he would similarly open up with his other friends once they know.

and yeah, they only know/like saikis normalsona, but i always interpreted it as they like saiki IN SPITE of his normalsona. like teruhashi at the mixer- her line goes "i wish saiki were here..... though, i guess he would just sit in the corner with a blank expression on his face." like she wants to see saiki, first and foremost, and then remembers that he doesnt really talk and might bring the mood down. but thats okay, she still just wants to spend time with him. and like, one thing you mentioned in the tags is that neurotypical people can tell somethings off when talking to a masking autistic person. so wouldnt it follow that saikis friends can tell something is off with saikis mask? there are a few lines that even allude to this- hairo constantly saying he thinks saiki has a great power that hes holding back (true), or that time someone (kaidou?) goes "i always got the sense that saiki was protecting us" (also true). sure, they dont believe hes a psychic, but thats because they dont even believe psychic powers are REAL. theyre probably all aware, on some level, that saiki isnt being completely honest with them. why else would they so readily agree with nendou when he said it was fine to hide things and keep secrets? theyre fine with him being quiet and closed off. theyre willing to wait until hes ready to open up.

and like. its explicitly shown that his friends do want to see his real self. at the wrong-birthday, when they were concerned that he wasnt acting like himself, it wasnt actually about how he was acting- they were worried that he was forcing himself to act in a way they would like better. they want him to feel comfortable enough around them to act authentic, without being worried how they would feel about it. and yes, im well aware that people say this in real life and then still react poorly to your authentic self. but a) this is fiction and its allowed to be a little idealized. b) saikis friends are all also weird misfits. he will fit right in with them no matter how strange his true personality is. and c) they do really and truly mean it. theyre not just saying it for woke points or because they feel entitled to see his authentic self. they really want him to be comfortable being himself around them, because they love him. and it pays off because he DOES eventually open up!

and yeah, we dont get to see it. yeah, it took a long time. yeah, it may be short lived since theyre going off to college soon. but i think its beautiful anyway! i think its a really good and happy conclusion to a long, slow, realistic journey of self acceptance. thats just my opinion, of course, and im sure a lot of this is also me projecting. youre absolutely entitled to your interpretation and i do see where youre coming from! it just doesnt come across like a tragedy to me personally

How Saiki wants to be perceived:

Not at all. He's just generic mob character #7536, thanks.

How Saiki's friends perceive him at first:

Projection Central... Depending on the person, he's a scaredy-cat, romance novel protagonist, former punk, flustered fanboy, a slacker who just needs some inspiration to become a sports star, etc...

How Saiki's friends perceive him at the end of the series:

Quiet, a little glum, kinda boring, but a good guy. Says "good grief" a lot.

How the Psychickers perceive him:

Sarcastic, stubborn, tsundere, a little childish, back-talker supreme, confident, a bit arrogant even, incredibly intelligent, lonely, silly, uptight, a soft touch, kind.

How Saiki ACTUALLY IS:

Sarcastic, stubborn, tsundere, a little childish, back-talker supreme, confident, a bit arrogant even, incredibly intelligent, lonely, silly, uptight, a soft touch, kind.

-> Only the Psychickers (and to some extent, his family) know and appreciate Saiki for who he actually is by the end of the series.

That's because Saiki is only ever comfortable revealing his true personality once the other person knows about his powers.

Until then, he will always try pretending to be a passive nobody, unless he thinks it can get a girl off his back (ex. against Teruhashi at the arcade, against Imu in the locker room).

Saiki remains nervous about telling his friends about his powers despite seeing it go off without a hitch in the alternate universe, and despite losing his powers first, because his friends might not like his "new"/actual personality.

We see early on in Kuboyasu's introduction that Saiki fears his relationships with his friends are fake because they're based on a huge lie and an even bigger pretense. We see that anxiety about his personality/persona not being palatable enough at the wrong-day birthday party. We see him mourn the fact that he can't be his real self at the mixer.

THAT is the great tragedy of Saiki K, that almost none of the people he loves actually know him in any meaningful way, not even by the end of the series!

[eldritch-spouse]

Fucking robot. Why does he always bother me during breaks? He doesn't even need breaks.

“Hi Xavier. Was there something that you needed?”

You know he likes you because he bothers to address you by your name. As opposed to a serialized string of numbers and letters.

The numbers before your shift code and initials make you wonder just how many of them there were before you. How many he tossed away after an unfortunate workplace accident. That tag on your uniform is more of a death sentence than anything.

'Like'... As if this tin can is actually able of feeling.

It's more realistic to say he sees value in you, for some reason, and employs some kind of social algorithm to fabricate a twisted sort of relationship.

" You have been consistently distracted lately. "

Is that a warning?

Two red abyss-like orbs cast a crimson filter upon your face. It always feels like Xavier is watching you a little too closely, monitoring more than just your verbal responses.

" Ah, my bad! " You force a wobbly smile. " I promise it doesn't get in the way of my wo- "

" It does. " He silences you immediately, imposing and unforgiving in his cold corrections. " Clients notice when you zone out. Your movement speed is drastically reduced and the chances of committing errors -which you have by now- is considerably increased. Spacing out this much is in no way acceptable behavior for a multitude of... "

Only the very real notion that he's noting your facial expressions stops you from rolling your eyes at the robot's tireless monolog regarding the dangers and consequences of being distracted at work. One of your eyes still manages to twitch, as if in defiance.

" Yes sir, I understand. " You try to cut in, try to abort that speech before it turns into a whole lecture.

One camera cranes down slightly. " Your reputation as the exemplary employee is being damaged. "

Xavier says this like it should make you anxious. You hate that he thinks of you as an example, that he emphasizes it constantly. Not only is it putting unnecessary pressure on you for no compensation, it's also costing you the few mild friendships you have worked to maintain in this hostile minefield of an environment.

The more he speaks of you as some ideal of professionalism, the more others give you judgemental side-eyes. Sneers. Avoid you. Spread snide comments that then find their way to you through gossip.

Maybe if Xavier stopped exalting your mediocre performance, your asshole coworkers would stop murmuring that you've been orally pleasing the glorified microwave.

Xavier doesn't even have a dick! Why would he?! He's an artifical stand in for a manager that only cares about the dehumanizing process of maximizing profit.

He doesn't have a penis. You think.

You only realize a long silence has installed itself this whole time when the robot breaks it.

" ... Are you ill? "

" Huh- No. No, I just have a lot on my mind. I'll work on it boss. "

There's another pause. This time, you presume Xavier is waiting for you to cave under pressure, or counting the pores on your complexion. You bet he'd know the exact number.

" You have not allowed access to more in-depth medical records. If I had such a permission, I would be able to rework your current shift into something more suitable for any preexisting conditions such as- "

" Uh no sir, no. I don't think that's relevant, it's probably just my sleep schedule. " The thought of Xavier knowing about your health beyond what is strictly necessary for employment is chilling to the core.

He takes the rejection silently, lenses refreshing.

" I know who is bothering you. "

Xavier says, so naturally and spontaneously that you gawk for a moment, forever surprised by his eery bursts of casual remarks.

" ... Pardon? "

These moments make it seem as if there's more than mere cold calculations running through his processor components.

Xavier drifts that much closer to you, now suffocating your personal space. Only the crimson of his camera lenses light the dingy alley you've chosen as your break spot.

" Incubus, Babesley. Masseur. He has self-inflicted carvings on his body consisting of infatuated statements and your name. "

You rattle for a second, the memory of the demon's mutilated chest surfacing, his wild and desperate eyes searching yours for a hint of approval that wasn't there, only disgust and fear.

" Wrathfolk, Mozgrag. Trapper. Teamed up with the incubus upon being confronted, effective in forcing his way to you at any cost. "

Another memory flashes by, burly hands carelessly tearing the horns out of someone's head, he'd look at you when the screams rang, attempting to prove something you only saw as terrifying murderous intent.

Shaken, irritated, afraid, you openly glare at Xavier.

" Why haven't you done anything... " It was too quiet to sound as confrontational as you wished.

There's a split second where his stiff arms twitch, like the machine was trying to roll its shoulders. Cameras tilt and reposition, erroneously assuming the light from his lenses is what's causing you to tear up.

" The customer is always right. " Faintly, or perhaps just in your head, his words sounded dragged out.

" Then what's the problem?! "

You can't help the childish irritation, the desire to pluck your hairs out of your scalp in a pull that might just tear your skin asunder. You want to scream and kick this stupid fucking machine until it shuts off. Why does he bother you during your breaks to ask things that make no sense, to unnerve you, to create contradictions. You've never had a positive interaction with this robot. Why would he mention those two if he seemingly has no problem with their attitudes?

You know he doesn't care, because your coworkers are also living through their own cases of harassment at the hands of the denizens of Hell. You've had to pretend you didn't hear the sound of a cashier's arm being twisted in all the wrong directions before. Reminded that quitting is not an option, that you can only pray such doesn't happen to you.

" Your performance- "

No. Shut up.

" Okay, let's do some math, Xavier. " You growl. " My precious work performance is being impacted by a lot of things, but mainly those two. Those two are customers, and the customer is always right, aren't they? So there's nothing to be done, yeah?! Stop- "

Your confidence begins to falter when you realize you've stepped out of line, that you snapped at your own superior. The fear of consequences flashes very briefly across your eyes. That's enough, you need to calm down. You need to leave.

Xavier's silence doesn't help.

" I'll... I'll be heading back to work now. "

Head hanging low, you attempt to swiftly retreat into work, halted quickly by cold metal wrapping around your arm.

His grip is as frighteningly solid as it is sudden.

You don't remember Xavier having ever touched you before.

When you squirm around to glance at him, ask what he thinks he's doing, those two cameras pin you into silent obedience. You could never hope to free yourself of his grasp, only if you wished to tear a limb out of its socket.

" Do you think I enjoy these limitations? "

There's a mute gasp. Then the pain of his grip tightening, restricting your blood flow into a tingling soreness. Your teeth bare themselves.

" I don't think you enjoy anything at all, machine. "

It was ruthless, yet, deep down, you almost believed it.

Xavier stares at you for another prolonged period of time, unaware that the pain in your arm is only worsening. You have no idea what occurs behind those lenses, what those words might mean to him.

Metallic fingers unclasp with the slowness of a decompressing blood pressure monitor, allowing you to yank your own limb back and hold it to your chest like an animal licking its wounds.

" ... This issue will be resolved. "

He doesn't make a move to follow after you. In fact, Xavier remains staring forward, at the empty space where you once stood.

Maybe you broke him. Who cares, he might give you peace for the rest of your shift.

[silly-little-soul]

Shane accepting himself as a dad

A/N – “Little” thought dump I wrote at the hairdresser today, I'll probably continue it when I find the time

I haven't played sdv in forever cause I can't find the charger of my switch I miss it

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Fandom: Stardew Valley (Shane x gn!Reader/Farmer)

Summary: Thoughts on the lead-up to Shane and Jas moving in with you

Tags: established relationship, tbh reader appears like thrice maybe, some fluff, some angst, some reverse comfort, no beta we die like my activity

Warnings: Some talks about alcoholism and mental illness cause it's Shane, a shit lot of miscommunication, brief talk of Shane and Farmer having own kids, death mention

Note: It got too long so I didn't get to the part where reader/farmer would've been more prominent so this is very focused on the dynamic between Shane, Jas and Marnie

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Thinking about how in the game when you marry Shane he doesn't take Jas with him

I wish she could live on the farm with you, but let’s actually look at that scenario and Marnie's place in it

Shane is Jas’ official caretaker, but with how his mental health and alcohol consume used to be he definitely wasn’t able to fully take care of her, I’m guessing Marnie did most of that. Like Shane DOES really care for her and did what he could, it just wasn’t enough when he got worse. Simultaneously he saw Marnie care for her the way he wished he could've and it just seemed so effortless (it wasn’t, she was just grieving differently). It made him feel like he could retreat from his parental role, have Marnie take it and stop himself from pulling Jas down with him, he didn’t want to be selfish and put her well-being at risk just to be the one playing parent.

Honestly, he was probably right in that decision, he couldn’t have fully cared for a child.

But it’s different now, he’s better now, he’s ready.

He starts spending more time with her again, no longer feeling like he’s a risk to her, no longer being so ashamed. He takes on tasks like making lunch and bringing her to bed more often.

He doesn’t even notice it until Jas, Marnie or you point it out, might write a scenario for that at some point but let’s move on for now

Anyway, he realizes he’s taken the role of a parent for her. And then you give him the mermaid pendant, and he’s so happy that everything is slowly working out.

When he comes home and tells Marnie she is quick to pull him into a tight hug, she’s so happy he’s managing to really turn his life around.

Jas is so so excited, asking when they'll move to the farm

Shane wants to have her come right with him, he's talked to you about it and you were quick to tell him you'd be happy to have her, but he realizes he should really talk to Marnie about that first.

So they kinda just redirect her question.

Later though they sit together and talk about the upcoming change of Shane's living situation.

At Shane’s declaration of wanting to take Jas right with him, Marnie is hesitant and gently suggests that might not be the best idea.

Shane believes it’s because Jas has become a daughter to her, something he actively pushed to happen by making her take all responsibility for the little girl (and for him too, actually), and he figures he doesn’t really have the right to take Jas from her after she has been the one taking care of her for so long.

Except that isn’t the reason at all. Marnie has never seen herself as Jas’ mom. She loves Jas a lot of course and she’ll surely miss her a lot once she moves, but she has never not seen Shane as the one to be Jas’ new parent.

She wants this for both Shane and Jas, but she’s just so worried. She’s seen Shane at his worst and all that has lead up to it, seen him almost get better but then fail again more often than she’d like to have.

She’s honestly more worried about Shane than Jas. What if Shane takes on too much responsibility at once? His new role as a husband, the changes that come with living on the farm, and then he'll also be fully responsible for Jas? She's worried he'll end up feeling overwhelmed and get worse again. And then if Jas sees it this time, oh gosh... (Okay, maybe it is about Jas)

Now bear with me it's about to get a little confusing

Shane doesn't know that's the reason, Marnie doesn't tell him outright to not upset him.

So when she brings up the hint of “are you sure? She can stay here some longer too” he thinks it's because of her relationship with Jas and he's just like “yeah y'know maybe that works” because he doesn't want to take Jas from her after making Marnie take care of her so long, however she thinks it's because he really does think it'd be too much at once.

So they're like “okay good talk” and go their ways and while Marnie is like “okay cool I'll help some more till he feels able to care for her fully” Shane is knocking on your door having half a breakdown like “I fucked up I'll never get to take on the role of her father”

On a side note, he went to the farm and not the saloon, and both of you have a brief moment of gratitude for the fact so let's take a second to appreciate him for that too

Alright, he has been appreciated

But yeah, I kinda hc their communication isn't great in general. It's not for lack of trying (not anymore, it used to be a factor when Shane wasn't doing well) or something causing arguments, it's more so a thing where the two talk and then think everything is fine when they in reality have talked past each other so hard.

It's usually silly, small stuff like chores or something and resolved with a quick clarification and doesn't cause issues – except this time it did.

Anyway, he's at your doorstep, kinda having a breakdown.

You let him in of course, get him some water, gently tell him to calm down and tell you what happened.

His explanation is not very coherent, consisting mainly of him repeating how he fucked up, it might very well spiral into a full on panic attack.

Shane's not usually someone to panic but this is about Jas, who is the most important thing in the world to him, not to forget the only way he knew how to cope is kind of gone.

After a while he manages to explain what's going on more clearly, how he so badly wants to care for Jas the way he should have from the start, but he can't because he made mistakes he can't fix, how Marnie has taken that role and is entirely reasonable in wanting to keep it.

Then he breaks down again.

You don't really know what to do, he's in a terrible state, and what can you say? If the situation was truly how Shane presented it (which you assumed of course) there wouldn't really be much you could do to help.

You end up calling his therapist, he's against the idea at first but caves at your pleading look.

He's put you in situations in which you had to try help him with no idea how to before, hell he's made you fear for his life with this kind of bullshit before! He doesn't want you to go through that again.

In the beginning you sit with him, help explain to his therapist what happened, let Shane lay his head on your chest while talking to her.

When after a while he is much calmer you go make his favorite dinner, waiting for him to finish the phone call.

They make an appointment for Saturday and Shane hangs up, wordlessly coming over to you and letting himself fall into your arms. You have dinner and go to bed, deciding it's better for him to stay with you tonight, and maybe also the next few day. You'll figure out how to go on about this on Saturday.

Meanwhile Marnie has no idea about all of this and tells Jas about the decision (she thinks) they made, how Shane will move to the farm but needs some time to “settle in” as she calls it, and then Jas can move there too later on.

She's bummed about not getting to come along right away but is generally okay with the idea, not much bothered.

This whole misunderstanding is only really revealed when Jas and Shane cross parts the next time. This could be several days later, or the next one which I'm gonna go with.

Unfortunately for Shane, Jas was already planned to come to the farm that day to “help” (aka pet your animals) so she shows up there in the morning and it's. A bit awkward. Not that she'd notice, though.

Inevitably the topic of Shane moving to the farm comes up. It's in bypassing, it doesn't really matter how, but it causes even more chaos.

She says something about how she'll miss him when he moves to the farm, which feels like a punch in the gut to him, cause he doesn't even know she just means in the short while till he gets her over there too.

He tries not to let it show in front of her, it's not her fault, so he tries to play over his reaction by saying something along the lines of “I'll miss you too, but you and Marnie can come visit. If the farmer and me start a family you can come over and-”

And like damn. Not the best thing he could've said in that situation.

Cause up until just know she thought she was coming after him like a month or something later!

Jas' eyes fill with tears and she has such a look of betrayal on her face Shane doesn't even finish his sentence.

“You don't want me here?”

And he's just like fuck lol

In retrospect he doesn't actually know what Marnie told Jas and how she explained the decision to her. Thinking about it she probably didn't exactly go “Hey actually Shane used to be a good for nothing alcoholic so I decided I'm your mom”

But wait, does Jas want to stay with him on the farm?

Because yeah wait!! He did not consider that and how she feels about this.

Meanwhile Jas is now also a victim of the miscommunication between Marnie and Shane (aren't we all?)

Before Shane can think of something to say she's bolting, running back home.

You - who watched the interaction happen - and Shane go after her, coming to the ranch to find Jas crying in her bed with Marnie sitting next to her and trying to coax her into explaining what happened. When she sees you she moves away from her, figuring you two must have a better idea of what's going on.

Shane takes Marnie's place and asks Jas why she's crying.

She looks up at him with a heartbreaking expression and says “You said you'll start a family, but what about me?” (not rlly like that but I suck at dialogue)

And Shane is like “Marnie is your family”

I love him but.... shut up, Shane!!

That blow was so hard both you and Marnie could feel it!

In his defense, he realizes that was dumb as fuck like immediately after.

“I mean... fuck, she's been a mom for you so long, way more than I ever was, I can't just take you away now”

And Marnie stiffens cause like that's the moment it starts dawning on her something didn't go quite right in their earlier communication. And then you notice her reaction and it starts dawning on you as well and you kinda just look at each other like “oh shit”.

Which Shane and Jas are completely unaware of.

“She's not my mom! I don't want her to by my mom”

And Jas is honestly really irritated by Shane's interpretation of their family dynamic because yeah Marnie has taken care of her a long time and she's really close to her of course but she still never saw her as something other than her aunt, just like Marnie always considered Jas her niece.

“Why don't you want to be my dad?”

It's sort of a breaking point for all four of you.

For Shane it feels like in a matter of seconds he's reliving every moment since the day Jas' parents died. They chose him as the one who'd take in Jas if something happened to them. They could've decided on Marnie, but they didn't. In that moment he realizes that maybe his fear of this parental role he really did want to take not being rightfully his was never about Marnie to begin with.

At the same time, Marnie and you decide to finally intervene. She gently pulls him towards the door, telling him they have to talk, meanwhile you sit with Jas to comfort her.

You let her climb into your lap and hug her, just holding her and waiting for Marnie and Shane to finish talking, until she speaks up again quietly

“Do you not want me on the farm?”

And you're of course immediately telling her you do!! You want her there, you consider her family and she goes “I think Shane doesn't” and like no he does!! He's just stupid!

Except you don't say that to her of course cause don't say that to her.

Meanwhile Marnie is torn between hugging Shane because man he's apparently spent years thinking he has no place as her parent and scolding him cause how the fuck did he spend years thinking he has no place as her parent.

It ends up being the scolding (gently though, she does get where he was coming from).

She explains everything to him, from exactly how she feels about Jas to what she meant when she suggested to have Jas stay with her.

“You're her father now. Her parents chose for you to be and she did too. You're her dad, and nothing you or I do can change that”

And it's wild because he realizes he has always refused those titles. He always talked about his parental role or his role as a father, yeah, but he's never dared call himself her dad. But he is, isn't he?

They have a long talk and Shane learns his place in the family was never a question, while Marnie has her anxiety over Shane taking on too much at once calmed.

They settle on Jas staying at the ranch on weekdays and the farm on weekends for the first month, so he can settle and you can get used to having a child around all the time. After that she'll move to the farm entirely, with the promise to have her stay at Marnie's a bit if Shane ever feels like it's too much for him.

He goes back to Jas' room to explain everything to her and tell her she'll of course come along to his new life.

And when he opens then door he sees you sit with Jas – with his daughter - in your arms, petting her hair comfortingly and he's like yeah.

That's his family.

[hazbinhappy]

Hello, could you write for Husk with a wife reader who comes to visit him at the hotel since she misses him? She’s also a cat demon with a very similar personality to him, and when she visits the hotel, it’s the main casts first time they’ve ever heard of her, except Alastor. Also, the reader hates Alastor because he owns her husband’s soul.

A/N: I love these requests when I see them in his tag :) i think she'd have an opposing/inverse look to him

I have a feeling when alive his wife was a sweetheart, but a touch one while he was prideful gambler

She’s the one who handled the finances once it hit bad she wanted them and their kids to still be able to live so he had an allowance

Anyways, she died probably from terminal illness later in life post-Husk’s death, I don’t think she’d have gone down without a fight

For the why she's in Hell? Idk them having their first kid outta wedlock? Something stupid I assure her because Husk complained a lot in his earlier days about not having you and how you’re probably in heaven

Now when she did arrive in Hell only a decade or so after Husk, he was her first find

Life was fine with an overlord husband, but she definitely chastised him for when he lost all of the souls he had and his own

He still was able to do what he wanted so they stuck together, but when he disappeared and she couldn’t find him she got worried

She’d never think to check that shitty broken down hotel….but the lights are on? What- is that Husk in a commercial for this hotel?!

She immediately stomped her way there and knocked harshly at the door

She didn’t smile, even when met with the face of the sweet princess of Hell

She pushed her way in immediately scanning the lobby, looking for Husk

Alastor scares the shit out of her when he comes out of the shadows

She starts to go off on him about taking her husband and hiding him from her for the last week

Alastor rolls his eyes and simply pointed towards the bar

As much as she didn’t like him, he didn’t like her and tried to keep their conversations short (he wasn’t able to break her down like he did with Husk, but he owns Husk)

When they reunited it was…. Well she was happy and hugged him, but immediately got angry at how he didn’t put his phone to use at all (I headcanon that he’s shit with technology and if he uses his phone it’s for calls, texts, and playing like solitaire or gambling games)

But after all the anger passed people had questions! Except Alastor, she was there when he took Husk’s soul (embarassinggggg)

Husk doesn’t reveal much about himself EVER to people (only Angel knows he used to be an Overlord)

She’s the more open one out of them

Think of Rosie, but just more… idk tough? Mix Rosie and Husk and that is what I think his wife would be like

So she doesn’t reveal too much, but she definitely is more open, but just as vague

Vaggie doesn’t have too many questions, but everyone else does (Mainly Charlie, but Angel isn’t too far behind with the questions)

So far, everyone just knows they’re married and that Husk is definitely a sweetie behind doors

I think Angel and Nifty are really the only too who knows a bit more about them and that’s because they remind her of their kids (in a world where I don’t ship HuskerDust)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I'm so sick rn, so gonna drop some sick headcanons for Color Spectrum Duo.

Killer:

Under Nightmare or Chara he always pushed himself through the sickness until he literally collapsed

I think fever would destabilize monster's magic, and there is no better reminder than it for Killer that he's still a monster at his core. Because it happened more than once that he accidentally teleported into the Void while sick

With Color, since his bestie gets upset if he works/does chores when sick he does the next best thing (in his mind) and hides in his wardrobe until the 'danger' is gone

If Delta is over for a visit he's surprisingly clingy with him. He's exclusively clingy with him when he's sick. And it's literally just because Delta registers as the biggest threat in the group, so if he's around him he's untouchable by anyone else

Horror, Dust, and Cross have never once seen him sick, he made sure of that. Because he needed to be the untouchable one between them so they didn't think they could ever do something stupid like running away while he was in charge. It didn't work too well with Dust or Cross, but it worked like a charm for Horror

Killer is usually the one doing most house chores between him and Color, and Color at times has to physically restrain him from doing them when he starts noticing him getting sick (he always notices before Killer. He has 6 kids to take care of, he has a sixth sense for that shit). Killer is the most stubborn about cooking (that's mainly because he likes it, but he'll never admit that)

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Color:

If you think that Color is any better at handling his sicknesses than Killer you're seriously mistaken. He's a parent to the core, his anxiety shoots through the roof if he's unable for whatever reason to take care of others

Killer usually calls over Delta and Epic to take care of him when he's in that state (Cross often tags along) because he has no clue of how to help

His fires get actually hot and dangerous when he's running a fever because his magic goes haywire too. So, as cuddly and clingy as he feels, he can't hug others and that's truly the worst thing

While in the Void he never was suck, so he often associates dark spaces with recovery while ill, so taking care of him often turns into a game of hide and seek

The younger souls get anxious when he's sick, a good way to keep them calm is putting on some cartoons or playing some light-hearted music. Keeping them calm is vital to avoid Color's dad mode from kicking in

Color is the one who gets sick the most among the extended chromatic crew because of his pre-existent physical issues. This does mean that his buddies are the most used to taking care of him, but it also worries them immensely and it means they're often overly careful with him (to the point that he often has to tell them to knock it off)

It sucks to be sick, I hope you’re able to feel better soon! 🙏 🫂

Killer lingering around Delta more than usual must be the biggest sign that bro isn’t feeling well 🙏. Delta probably gotta wrestle bro into resting.

Color getting anxious because he can’t basically hen over someone now feels canon to me 💀. Bro always gotta be moving, always gotta be doing something for someone. I’m very curious to know how “hide and seek” when Color’s sick goes down. Also love the idea that he finds comfort in the dark and dark places when sick, precisely because he never got sick in the Void.

And given that Killer hums to himself canonically, and Integrity is associated with music via those eighth notes, maybe Killer hums and whistles while he does some chores or work nearby and Integrity sings the lyrics for Color and the younger souls when Color is sick.

[dervampireprince]

Hii Prince!

I wanted to ask why you started to post asmr roleplay audios, idk if you explained it in old post or on twitch lives, in that case I'm sorry to bother with the same question .

I really appreciate your work and it really helps me throughout hard times (especially this period)so thank you so so so much.

i have been asked this a lot on various places, though the only post about it i can find in my faq tag doesn't go into much detail and is years old so buckle up because this got long and i'm sorry if you wanted a shorter answer. i'm going to actually tag creators that inspired me and i'm sorry if that's annoying to those creators, but i want to be able to shout them out and link them in the hope that you guys go and check out their audios! they're really talented and really deserve the support!

when i was a teen i didn't really have any friends and i was mentally ill and didn't have anyone to turn too. i fixated on fictional characters for comfort, and the main one was loki from marvel. i can't remember how i came across @tomhiddlestonsoundalike but i did and honestly his audios really helped me a lot. not only did a crazy accurate impression of tom hiddleston's loki, but he had comfort audios for crying and panic attacks that i would listen to probably hundreds of times. i didn't know what asmr was and i never went searching to see if anyone did anything similar at that time, but these audios will always mean so much to me and while the creator of that blog went on to make audios on youtube and reddit, he hasn't been active in years on any of his accounts but i will always be so grateful for him providing me with a little light in the darkness.

cut to me being an adult at university and struggling once again with my mental health and sleeping and somehow youtube starts recommending me asmr. i get into sound effect tapping ones at first, and then find roleplays, and then find audio only roleplays of people doing impressions of different characters.

around the same time on tumblr i discovered @kinkradio and really enjoyed his guzma audios, and soon i was listening to every audio he put out regardless of if i was familiar with the fandom. he started voicing more characters that i already liked from marvel and the arcana and i found a new place of comfort, as well as discovering nsfw fandom audios for the first time. i still hadn't figured out i was trans yet, but these were the first audios i felt comfortable listening too and surprise it's because they're gender neutral and all the audios from other creators i'd listened too before were aimed at female listeners. being able to imagine myself as whatever when listening to k's audios was really helpful and comforting as i figured myself out and i still love listening to his audios now (and sidenote it's always a comfort after coming out as trans to find that creators who's work you love are supportive of trans people). k is still making audios and posts here as well as youtube and has a patreon with exclusive audios (as someone who's been a patreon member of his on and off over the years i can say it's well worth supporting, you won't be disappointed by the bonus audios on there) and i'd so recommend his works. honestly he's probably my biggest inspiration in voice acting, both from his acting and accents, and from his care he takes when approaching comfort audios.

another big inspiration of mine that i discovered around this time is @darkandtwistedasmr who unlike everyone else i'd been listening to so far, doesn't focus on voicing fandom characters but his own original characters. i adore so many of them (if i had to pick favourites i really love jaspar (for someone usually uncomfortable with alcohol boy i sure have been relistening to jaspar's audio every night for the last few days again /lh), prim, blue, soleil, the rainbow serpent, alden, seki, the shepard, currently still crying over the fallen angel and merman from this years halloweek... okay so i struggled limiting my favourites to a few and i'm sure i've missed some out). anyway, that's the first time i'd gotten invested in characters through just hearing their voices, and of course the art of all the talented artists, and it really made me realise how asmr and audios can be used to tell stories as much as any other medium. when i'm really struggling to calm down enough to be able to sleep, i often turn to twisted's audios. he's able to make each character distinct and unique, even if he's using the same accent they always sound like separate characters and i'm always so drawn into their stories. and the character designs are always so beautiful and it really inspires me to designs more of my own original characters. again twisted posts here and youtube and also has a patreon with sfw and nsfw audios and again as someone who's been in the patreon it's well worth it.

by this point i'd listened to a few other different voice actors on youtube who primarily made anime character audios and was always a little disappointed as i didn't watch much anime anymore and wanted to see characters from fandoms i enjoyed. i thought hey if others can do it, and i already like writing fanfic... maybe i could write scripts? and try and voice them? i bought my first microphone in 2018 with the intention of recording asmrs, i even wrote scripts for napstblook from undertale, sidon from legend of zelda, rouxls from deltarune and venom from marvel. i even recorded the napstablook one and made a youtube channel to put asmr on... but i never posted it. i was too scared. i hated the sound of my voice and didn't know why (spoilers, it was gender dysphoria). and so i just tucked the idea of doing asmr voice acting away in the back of my mind to maybe try again in the future.

in 2021 i was having to consider what i was doing with my work. i'd graduated with a degree in illustration in 2019 and then lockdown happened and i couldn't get a job. honestly university hadn't prepared or taught me how to get a job in the industry anyway. i still had my etsy shop i'd started in 2017 and kept that going, though could no longer work in person at artist alleys at comic cons due to lockdown and then my local cons never reopening after lockdown. etsy picked up during 2020 but by the end of 2021 it was going down. and i said to myself if i wasn't earning enough from etsy and my art by the end of 2022 i would have to just go out and get any job i could find, regardless of if it was in the art industry.

and then i watched this new show that just came out recently: arcane. i had latched onto viktor so tightly and had against my own will started vocal stimming by just talking in his accent to myself. and then i remembered about trying to make audios and do voice acting. and i thought you know this is really the last chance. if i want to be able to work from home i have to try everything. (at the time i wanted to work from home due to mental illness and how difficult i'd found it trying to work an in-person job in the past, at this point i hadn't developed my chronic hip/leg pain so i'm glad i set my sights on working from home before it became increasingly more difficult to go out to work. clearly i kinned viktor a little too close to the sun /j)

by this point i'd figured out i was a boy and been out as a trans man for years and while i did still have voice dysphoria, i figured i could learn to talk deeper and even edit my voice lower in post if needed (and indeed i did edit my voice deeper in post at first, but i'm proud to say now not all my audios have pitch editing as i've worked really hard on lowering my voice with t and every time someone points out how much deeper my voice sounds in audios now compared to ones from 2-3 years ago it makes me so happy). and i couldn't find anyone making audios for male listeners that were with fandom characters (apart from an occasional from kinkradio), and no fandom character audios for trans men, or trans people in general. i found it really hard to write and work with scripts, i couldn't predict how long it would take me to read one page, and i stumbled over my words too much when reading them. and then i thought hey i daydream all the time, i make up stories in my head all the time, can't i just... do that live and out loud? so i tried improvising and still improvise all of my audios.

i tried to be brave, posted some snippets here on tumblr where i was lucky enough to have already built up some following due to my nsfw writings. people were supportive and i finally started posting videos to that youtube channel i'd made years ago. started with only posting viktor audios and then expanded out into more characters. including getting to introduce you guys to some of my original characters.

what i wanted to achieve with making audios was to voice characters that were more obscure or that no one else had ever voiced just because i wanted to show my love for these characters, and to create an audio space that was a safe space and had audios focused on trans listeners and neurodivergency. as an autistic trans man, i wanted to be able to make the kind of audios i wished i could hear, and just hoped there were other people out there like me.

december 28th this year will mark 3 years since i posted that first arcane viktor asmr video on youtube. and i've gone from worrying about trying to find a job to this being my fulltime job. i still run my etsy shop, but the majority of my income is from my patreon where i post exclusive nsfw audios, and where my discord is that has gone from 5 to 200+ members and we chat and have watch parties and i love being in there. and i am so grateful to you guys, whether you are a patreon member or just watch my audios on youtube, however you show support means the world.

i couldn't have dreamed of this. i never planned on being a voice actor. but i did always dream of others caring about my original characters. and through starting out voicing fandom characters that people already knew, i was able to make original character audios and have people get to know my characters and sell merch?? of my ocs?? that people wanted to buy?? and did?? and people send me fanart they draw of them?? i have over 500 pieces of fanart that people have sent me?? (yes i save and treasure all of them, i have a fanart showcase slideshow that plays on my twitch starting soon, brb, and thanks for watching screens on stream). it's a dream come true and i honestly can't put into words how grateful i am.

i have some bigger plans a-brewing i hope you guys will enjoy. i really want to try and make more artwork of my original characters for my audios, and perhaps... try and make some more series of audios that have storylines, and maybe at least one of those won't have a listener character which i hope won't be off putting, it's more you're listening to a story happening between two characters that are voiced. i want to focus on working out backstories for characters, and finally giving you guys the long awaited names and designs for the villain and visiting king. and i'd love to make more new ocs more frequently, have more non-human looking ocs, and have more fun and detailed designs for my ocs.

that got long, i did warn you it would. but now the answer is actually written out for anyone curious. i hope again i haven't bothered any creators by tagging them, i just wanted to tag them so you guys can easily click on their names and see what wonderful things they create and voice! thank you so much anon for the kind words, i hope this all answered your question. /gen

[scottxlogan]

Helllloooozzz I got really into scogan recently and because people never tag it it’s been hard to find domestic family fics for them and family fics are my favourite thing like, ever, and there’s only so many times a kitty like me can attempt to sift thru the mpreg tag to find something readable before it’s noggin goes a bit loose, so have ya got any recs ?? ^w^ I’ve looked up so many rec lists but no one lists family fics specifically :’3

Welcome to the fandom! You'll find a lot of really nice people here who will be able to point you in the direction of what you're looking for as there are some who probably know better than I do. If you're looking to chat with other fans there's a Scogan Events discord at https://discord.gg/FmJ24gFJ6X that takes part in a Scogan related bingo for writing, art, etc and other small events all year long. Plus, there's some great people to chat about Scogan with too if you're looking to interact with others who love the ship.

As for recs, I'm going to throw this out here for some of my followers to see if they have some favorites that might help you find what you're looking for. Off hand I know that Tweedle has written a few family fics with Scogan. They're up at her AO3 page at https://archiveofourown.org/users/KiAnLake/. In terms of my own stories, I know I've done a few and I'll list them below. I'm sure I'm missing some, but if anyone else has some recs/suggestions, please help me out here and add them for @beepmeowz if you can.

My fics (off hand that I can think of them. Not all are domestic fluff, but I'm sure some of my followers here can help out with the list of family stories)

Working It Out (One Shot/Rated T) Logan's stressed after finding Laura with a new companion who wants to be more than friends. Scott does his best to calm his husband down after Logan tries to follow Scott's approach to parenting.

Gone Forever (Multi-Chapter/Rated E) After the events of The Wolverine, Logan goes on a journey of his own to discover truths about the life he put behind him. An accident, a run in from a face from his past and a misunderstanding lead him closer to the truth he'd been seeking out, but will it be the key to his ending or his happily ever after? (This story features Scott as a single parent to a young Nathan as Logan finds himself finding love and embracing the family that was always just out of his reach)

Saturday Morning (One Shot/Rated G) Logan takes a moment to reflect on the blessings he's been given in his life.

We're All Different Now (One Shot/Rated M) When a mysterious woman from the future enlists Logan's help to change the past by saving Charles Xavier's life, Logan finds himself back in time at a pivotal place in time. With his mission to save Charles in mind Logan finds himself distracted by his feelings for Scott Summers, a man he loved and lost years before Logan was given a second chance to make things right. Armed with the mission to change only the fate of Charles and nothing else, Logan is torn between doing what was asked of him and following his heart to find a way to make things right with the one man he'd been forced to face a lifetime without the first time around. Will the second time around prove to be a means of repairing the damage that was done or will Scott and Logan's ill-fated romance repeat the same pattern with disastrous consequences?

And finally this one is a WIP series with a one shot and a multichapter, but it doesn't have a lot of family stuff yet as I have it still working out but it is a series that takes place after the movie Logan where Logan is still alive and finds his way back to Scott and Laura if you will.

It's up at

Scott makes a bold decision to resurrect his fallen lover, but in bringing Logan back to life, will it prove to be the key to saving the future or the key to destruction for humanity and mutants alike? How will Logan adjust to his return to a world that moved on in his absence?:

[tenko-thinks]

Can I request the same prompt you did of pregnant reader with Douma, but with Gyutaro and/or the Hantengu clones please? 👀

grasps you firmly yes absolutely you can. But bc these can get pretty long feel free to send in the clones in another rq ! Separately or together ill figure it out ♡ also the og rq specified twins but I'll keep it to one unless specified otherwise hehe

Gyutaro with a pregnant s/o + fathering headcanons

Tags : pregnancy, labor and childbirth ( nondescript ), referenced abortion, insecurities, referenced s/h , Gyutaro needs a hug and I'm gonna deliver

To say Gyutaro had never expected to be a father is an understatement.

He had never expected to find someone that would tolerate looking at him. Let alone willingly father his child.

When you told him you were expecting? His first thought was that he had truly ruined you. Tainted you and not quite in the way that made him giddy.

He had anticipated you to tell him you already took the concoction to get rid of it. Or eaten wisteria to induce it. But when you had smiled at him so fondly. He didn't know what to do.

Often asks what you're going to do with a demon child. To which your answer is always the same. Raise it with him and Ume. Or on your own if he refuses to raise it.

The insinuation that he wouldn't want to care for the kid makes him irritated but he hears Ume in his head. Telling him about how mean he's been to you. Of course you'd think he doesn't want the thing.

Which couldn't be further from the truth. Sort of.

He's petrified for the outcome. What if you die? Of course he raised a kid before but could he even bond with it if you weren't there? The selfish side of him wants the kid gone so he can make sure you don't die on him. But he knows you'd probably hate him if you found out.

He knows how pregnancy works in theory. Watching courtesans deal with it in yoshiwara. But he's a bit clumsy when it comes to helping in any way that doesn't involve him helping you move around. It stresses him out to no end. His habit of self mutilation is at its worst when he can't help you when you start crying over seeing a cute design.

Cravings? He doesn't know what to do. He has to rely on Ume because like hell he's going to go out and purchase a can of sardines or several kinds of weird mochi he's never heard of.

Ume is elated the entire time however, more than happy to demand another room beside her own in the kyogoku house. While in the night Gyutaro pilfers baby items he's able to find in nearby towns that become dormant at night. The room quickly becomes a nursery, suited not only to your own but Ume's tastes.

Ume is more knowledgeable than her brother on the complicated parts of pregnancy such as hormones and sensitivity. When you begin crying over one of Gyutaro's usually lighthearted remarks he panics. But ume is there to placate you. And give her brother a very, very dirty look.

As your stomach grows Gyutaro finds an odd fascination with it. Since his own body refuses to change in a similar way. His hands always rest on your bump when able. Absolutely refusing to leave until he has to.

When the baby begins to kick? Local Man in shambles. He mutters to your stomach a lot. Things you can't quite make out. But don't press, he'll probably get too embarrassed to do it. Gyutaro quietly mumbles all of his worries to the baby. And hopes that they'll be okay with him as their good for nothing father.

He loves to help you when it comes to carrying you around. Or assisting you with putting on shoes because you can no longer bend over in the same way. It makes him feel as though he's actually capable of this whole thing.

But when you go into labor? He is in shambles. It's only you, ume and himself. Since a midwife would have to see him otherwise. The entire time he's sweating buckets while you scream.

The sound of that very first cry ? Breaks him out of that fear induced state and he's fighting the urge to hound ume to see the child. She needs to wash the newborn first, after all. And he needs to be there for you as you struggle to regain your breath and composure.

When the newborn is placed on your chest and you can finally hold the little loaf you created Gyutaro is in shock. He can't cry. Can't even smile he's just. Frozen. Until you take his hand and lead it over, placing it on the peach fuzz of your- his child's head. Barely grazing it. Smiling at him.

It takes a few days for it to finally sink in for Gyu. While you and ume have almost immediately adjusted , he's stuck. Only able to just stare at the thing in the cradle he had built for it.

A little boy. One that took after you, only marred by beauty spots littering his face. Completely unlike his own. Small and daintily painted on by the gods while his were clumsy and unattractive. If he didn't know any better he'd be jealous of his own infant son's luck.

As a father, Gyutaro is actually quite skilled. He did raise his sister after all. However when it comes to teaching morals and rules, it falls to you. After all, he never wanted to repeat what happened in the past just because he taught wrong.

Gyutaro takes to his son very well, and knows that as a human. You rely on him when you're asleep. Keeping your shared bundle content is easy work when he doesn't have the need to sleep.

It makes him swell with pride , how much you and the child rely on him. Such small and fragile little things.

He has to get stronger to properly protect the both of you. As well as teaching your son how to fight when he comes of age.

Still doesn't leave often, but he allows you to be accompanied by his sister to enjoy nights with the baby as he grows. Deserving to see the world and enjoy being a child.

So long as you always come home before sunrise.

[scarabsinthestardust]

Tender // Ch. 4

MASTERLIST

word count: 2200+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: language; mentions of drinking/alcoholism; arguing/one-sided arguments; depression; anxiety; unspecified undiagnosed mental illness; tiny little spoiler for Better in the Morning, but nothing that will be a shock to readers that are caught up on it

The trouble with things going smoothly is that one tends to get complacent. They get comfortable and let their guard down. They make mistakes and people suffer for it, mostly the ones they never wanted to hurt in the first place.

Josh and I have been going strong for the last six months. We’ve not so much as bickered since the first argument. He’s somehow convinced me, on some uncertain level, that maybe I do deserve this happiness. The fear is still there, of course, but Josh has found a way to quell it, and suddenly I don’t feel like I’m drowning. He’s my spark, my ever-burning flame, and I think maybe I might be able to keep it from going out.

I never wanted kids, and that hasn’t changed, but watching Josh light up around them only increases my love for him. It’s no different with his new niece. He’s been fawning over Kya and Jake’s baby nonstop since she was born and has made it his life’s mission to ensure he’s the ‘favorite uncle.’ He talks about her constantly, and I’m surprisingly not put off by his incessant chattering these days. But I suppose all good things must come to an end.

We’re in his kitchen, cleaning up after dinner. Although I still have my own place, I find myself spending most of my time at his house. He’s talking a million miles a minute about his day, and his most recent visit to Kya’s. He tells me practically everything the baby did, which isn’t much considering she’s, well, a baby, but Josh is excited, so I let him have his moment. Then he says something that makes my heart stop.

“Jake said they’re probably gonna go to West Virginia soon to visit… uh, whoever you guys know up there. I thought maybe we could tag along, make it a whole family trip.”

“No. I’m not going to West Virginia.” Bile is rising in my throat at the thought, and I’m infuriated he would even suggest it.

He reaches out to touch my arm. “I mean, I’d be there with you the whole time. I think it’d be-“

“I said no.”

“I want to see where you grew up, and whatever happened out there, we can-“

The last remaining calm in me dissipates, and I snatch my arm from him, slamming my fist on the marble countertop so hard it shoots pain up to my elbow. “Drop it!”

He blinks at me in shock, and I pretend I don’t notice the way he flinches. I’ve never raised my voice like this toward him, but now the dam has broken, and I can’t stop. “Why can’t you ever just fucking leave shit alone?”

“Finn…” His voice is so small and soft that I almost feel bad. Almost.

“Stop. Fucking. Talking. For once in your life shut the fuck up. I don’t understand why you always have to keep pushing and pushing for shit you know nothing about! Maybe no one’s ever told you no, you’re so used to getting everything you want, but it doesn’t fucking work like that. And you don’t even understand one piece of what you’re prying for. So, stop acting like a spoiled fucking brat, and quit digging!”

I know he doesn’t deserve any of what I said, but the damage is already done. His eyes are filling with tears, and he takes a step away from me. His jaw tenses and he nods, refusing to look me in the eyes. “Fine. Okay.” He doesn’t argue, the first indication that I’ve truly hurt him, only turns away and disappears down the hallway.

My heart’s racing, my skin feels like it’s on fire, and I’m squeezing my fist so tightly my nails are digging into my palm. The house is too small; the walls might be closing in on me. I don’t hear anything, and Josh doesn’t come back out. I should go apologize, but it seems like such a daunting task that will only result in more confrontation, and will inevitably lead me to hurt him more. That’s the last thing I want to do, so I grab my keys, slam the door on the way out, get in my car, and drive.

I don’t have a destination, I just need to get away. It’s already dark; the bright oncoming headlights in the opposite lane make my eyes water. Or is it the guilt and anxiety? I very much wish I could go back and do things differently. Maybe it’s not too late to salvage my relationship with him, but I can’t return to him like this, when my mind is still mottled with rage. I don’t trust what I might do. Instead, I’ll do what I do best – run.

~

JOSHUA

When Josh told his twin he was coming over, Jake wasn’t expecting to find him with bloodshot eyes and splotchy, tear-stained cheeks. “Shit, what’s wrong?” Jake ushered him inside and directed his attention to Josh, concern painting his features.

“Finn and I got into a fight. And he didn’t come home. It’s been 24 hours. His phone’s going straight to voicemail. I checked his place, and I don’t think he’s been there either. What if something happened to him? What if-“

“Josh, calm down. I’m sure he’s fine.” Jake coaxed his brother to sit down on the couch. He gently reminded Josh to keep his voice down, so he doesn’t wake the baby. “Did he say anything before he left?”

“No. No, we argued… he was so pissed off so I tried to give him some space and he just left.” Josh didn’t want to elaborate on the details; he knew how Jake would react to Finn being the primary aggressor, and he didn’t want to make his boyfriend out to be the bad guy. He blamed himself for it anyways. “I don’t know what to do. I’m worried about him. And I checked the weather, there’s another storm coming through. What if he gets stuck out in it somewhere?”

Jake shook his head. “What are you talking about? He’s not a fucking dog, Josh. It’s just rain. He’ll figure it out.”

“No, he’s right to be worried.” Kya’s voice came from behind them; they didn’t hear her come around the corner until she spoke. “He’s always been terrified of storms. I don’t know why. He used to hide in the closet when we were kids, until it passed. But that also means he watches the weather like a hawk. I’m sure he’s found somewhere safe to hunker down until it passes.”

“Is this normal for him, to just disappear?” Josh’s eyes pleaded with her for some kind of reassurance.

Kya shrugged sadly. “He’s always been a little ghost-y, I guess. But I didn’t think he would just drop off without telling you. What… was it that bad of a fight?”

Josh swallowed as he fought back tears. “It… no, it was stupid. And I’m the one that upset him. I started it.”

Kya watched him carefully; there was something he wasn’t telling them. But she didn’t call him out on it. She figured if it was something serious, he would have said something. “He’ll come around,” she said. “He doesn’t handle confrontation well. I’m sure he just needs some time to cool off and clear his head. He’ll come back.” She didn’t let on that she was suddenly doubting her own words.

When Josh eventually returned home, dejected and depressed, he curled up on the couch under a soft throw blanket. He held his phone close and made sure the volume was turned up in case Finn did call him back. He wanted to stay up, wanted to wait just a little longer, but exhaustion won out and he soon drifted to sleep.

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It’s barely dawn by the time I make it back to Josh’s house. His car is here. He’s probably asleep, which makes me falter. I don’t want to wake him up, but I know the longer I stay away, the harder it will be. I’ve rehearsed a hundred different conversations in my head, like memorizing a script that will change based on how Josh responds to each line. I’m honestly quite terrified. I considered just staying gone, but I know Josh well enough to know that kind of uncertainty would only hurt him more. If I’ve lost him, at least we’ll both know it.

I ring the doorbell. I know where he keeps the spare key, but I don’t feel like I’ve earned the right to use it. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath as I wait for a response. I’m surprised at how quickly he comes to the door, and I’m even more shocked when he throws his arms around me so hard I almost stumble backwards.

“Where the hell have you been? I was so worried about you. I thought… I thought something happened to you.”

He was worried? About me? I coax him inside so I can shut the door. I’m not keen on providing intel on our private lives to the neighbors. He sniffs and rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. When I finally get a good look at his face, my chest aches. He hasn’t slept; he looks exhausted. I know he’s been crying, and I hate that it’s my fault.

He allows me to lead him to the couch, but instead of sitting with him, I kneel on the floor in front of him. “I’m so sorry.” It seems like a good place to start. “I’m sorry for how I treated you. You didn’t deserve that, Josh. I lost my cool, that’s all on me. And… I understand if you want me to leave, if you don’t want this anymore.”

“Where did you go?” he asks quietly.

“Uh, Wichita.”

“Kansas? What the hell is in Kansas? Or… who?”

I’m mildly taken aback at the implication, but if the roles were reversed, I’d be thinking the same thing. “I promise you, it’s nothing like that. I didn’t plan to go to Wichita, I just ended up there. I…” I hesitate to tell him the whole truth. Hiding it is easier, and he may not ever forgive me. But maybe he’ll pity me instead, and that’s almost worse. “I messed up, though.” I pull my AA chip from my pocket and place it in his hand, careful to avoid his eyes. “I’m sorry. I know you’re probably disappointed in me. I found a meeting before I came back, but if you don’t want-“

“I don’t want you to leave.” He looks at the chip in his palm before holding it back out to me. “This doesn’t define you, Finn. You’re allowed to make mistakes.”

Mistakes get people killed. “You deserve better,” I admit. I’m giving him an out, an escape route, and the small piece of me that is still decent wants him to take it. I slip the chip back into my pocket, although it feels dirty now, contaminated somehow.

He’s staring down at the carpet, and I can see the wheels turning. “You weren’t drunk, though.”

“I got drunk. I went to a bar, and-“

“No, I mean before you left. You weren’t drunk when you screamed at me.”

“No,” I whisper. “I… I can’t go back there, Josh. You trying to convince me to, it… it triggered something in me, I guess. I can’t stand feeling like I don’t have a choice.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know you didn’t. I’m working on it, though. And I know it’s a lot to ask, but I promise if you give me another chance, I’ll do better. It won’t happen again.”

He stays quiet for a moment, sniffling as he considers my words. I’m still not confident that he’ll forgive me, and I brace myself for the worst. But instead, he leans forward, resting his arms on my shoulders and pulling me to him. “I’m sorry. Just please don’t leave. Let me help you,” he practically begs.

I give into his pleas, and we stay like this until he asks me to come to bed with him. “Will you just lay with me?” I hold him then, neither of us saying a word. His fingers absentmindedly trace my skin, just under the hem of my shirt. They trail along the small scar just above my right hip and I tense up involuntarily. The little patch of marred flesh is just a reminder, another in a long line of stories I will never tell him. He’s learned to quit asking about it, now.

I don’t think I really sleep. Josh eventually drifts off and I’m left alone. I don’t want to admit it, but my gut is telling me this is wrong. Something in me is screaming to get away from here, from him. Except it’s not because I’m in any kind of danger. It’s because I know he is. No matter how many promises I make, how many times he forgives me for the things I’ve done, or how much he pleads for me to stay with him, I will inevitably hurt him over and over again. There is no doubt in my mind that everything he’s tried to build in himself, I will bring it all crashing to the ground. I do love him, more than I’ve loved anyone this way. Some say if you love something, you need to let it go. But my love for him, and my own selfishness, is why I know I never will. I’ll hold onto him for as long as I can, even if all I do is drag him down with me to the pits of wherever the hell I end up.

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[rjthirsty]

I got it into my head that I wanted Gilbert's and Roderic's relationship to be super toxic. Like, what if Gilbert really lost his good heart? And what if Roderic was more like a servant than a friend? Like, how fucked up could I make this dynamic?

Well, as always, I threw the idea to a (very drugged up) friend of mine (who is normally not drugged up) and she went crazy for it. (It was probably the drugs.) So I gave into the demons in my thoughts and wrote some stuff that puts both characters in a very poor light.

Wonderful Torment

Gilbert/Roderic

3500 words

Tags: Dubcon, manipulation, power imbalance, smut, come swallowing, thigh fucking, hand job, degradation, Gil's a total creep in this one, not really somnphillia.

Gilbert shoved his gloved finger between his teeth, biting the tip and pulling his hand free. It wasn't enough for him to simply gaze upon Roderic's underwear, his perverse pleasure came from touching the garments that often sat next to his servant's genitals. It came from knowing that Roderic's cock brushed along the same fabric that his fingers stroked right now. It came from escalation of his degenerate behavior towards Roderic and his belongings, pushing his desires into him and watching the other man give in to the inevitable. 

It hadn't always been like this, but some years ago something flickered on in Gilbert and his sexual awakening became more than he could bear. Unable - and unwilling - to bring a woman into his bed, he turned his sights on the only person available to him, Roderic. He had brought Roderic in when they were still children, and while he wouldn't say he treated his servant well, Gilbert offered him a better life than he had had before and one he would never be able to achieve once he, himself, was no longer part of the picture. 

And so, little by little, Gilbert had begun pushing the boundaries on their relationship as master and servant, and Roderic had given in each time. He knew he could just take Roderic if he felt like it, but there was very little enjoyment in that sort of thing. No, he wanted Roderic to be the puppet in his hand that obeyed his every whim and deep down wanted the treatment that Gilbert gave him.

His cock throbbed, held hostage by his trousers pinning him in an uncomfortable position. Hastily, Gil spit his glove out, catching it with his free hand and setting it on the dresser. Snatching Roderic's undergarments up, he fumbled with his pants and belts to release his erection, roughly tugging his cock free and delighting in his own manhandling of his manhood.

The tip of his dick dribbled his excitement, which Gilbert wiped away as he teasingly dragged Roderic's pilfered underwear over the head of his cock and snugly down his shaft. He wrapped his cock in the fabric, using it as a shield between his hand and himself, imagining rubbing himself against Roderic's clothed crotch instead.

It was a fantasy that he revisited often. The two men shared a bed; he had no reason for Roderic to sleep in another room when they were so close already. And if his illness took him in the middle of the night, Roderic would need to be the first to find him. But having Roderic's warmth pressed against him every night caused his desire for his servant to grow and seep into his subconscious, painting the picture of fucking him instead of his hand in his dreams.

The same thought circled his mind again and again, and while he hadn't yet let his cock touch Roderic himself, he had no qualms about rubbing against Roderic's clothing to climax, and had, in fact, done it a few times already.

Gilbert moaned, his eye sinking closed and his cock sliding into his covered and closed fist. His thrusts were slow, purposeful, titillating as he focused on the stimulation to his sensitive skin.

The thought of taking all other undergarments from Roderic's dresser and leaving this one soiled pair for his servant to wear had him squeezing himself in delight. His cum hardened into the fabric. Roderic having no choice but to keep his release next to his skin.  Or would he forego the garment entirely? That was arousing in its own way. 

He wondered what Roderic thought the first time he left a gift for him. He never mentioned it. Did he debate on what to do about it? He hadn't said anything the other times either. Was he keeping a collection? What a pervert.

Gilbert saw the way Roderic looked at him during dressing and changing and bathing. The way Roderic's eyes wandered over him. The way he glanced at his cock and would quickly look away. It flustered him. He had certainly been entertaining similar ideas long before Gil. What a deviant.

No wonder he didn't say anything about the sperm covered clothes Gilbert left him. He probably touched himself while holding the soiled material. Spilled his own seed on top of Gilbert's.

Roderic kneeled to Gilbert, who had dropped into his padded chair in his private quarters. His master had been overseeing the training of new troops, and Roderic, himself, had performed a few spars to demonstrate his combat expertise. Gilbert was easily winded. Despite his ailments, Prince Gilbert still managed to give some instructions, perfectly masking his illness and the exertion it took on him.

Did his groin ache just as much as Gil's did at night when they were nestled together? It had to be worse for Roderic. And if it wasn't, he'd make it worse for him.

Now, the two of them had returned to the only place Gilbert was able to drop his mask of a healthy general, and immediately he had fallen into the closest chair. Roderic took care of the tasks that had long become unspoken and expected for him to perform. At his master’s feet, he had unlaced one of Gilbert’s high boots and removed it already, working on the other one with practiced motions.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gil’s shoeless foot move as he pulled the laces on his other boot, but when Gil’s foot bumped his inner thigh, that was when Roderic glanced down, twitching out of surprise. Gilbert slid down in his chair to move himself closer and Roderic held perfectly still, uncertain what was taking place.

It became very clear a second later when Gilbert’s foot pressed against his flaccid bulge exactly what was taking place.

Roderic remained silent, unsure of what to do. Prince Gilbert had been acting more and more forward with him in recent months, and while it wasn’t completely unwanted, it was entirely inappropriate for a master and servant to engage in such a way. At first, when it had all begun, he thought if he ignored the overtly sexual displays that it would eventually come to an end on its own. However, ignoring Gilbert seemed to only drive him to be less subtle.

He had found come on his clothing, more than once, since then. Sometimes, while bathing, Prince Gilbert would openly masturbate with Roderic in the room, other times even while speaking with him. There were times he had woken to feel Gilbert in bed rubbing against him, and he didn’t dare investigate how many layers of clothing Gil had on. It wasn’t his place to question his master, and he made sure to keep quiet.

This was the first time, however, that Gilbert had directly made an effort to touch him in such a way, and it sent several different thoughts and feelings that Roderic was attempting to silently wrestle with spinning through him.

Flattery. A prince was choosing him, an orphan, a servant, and yes, while he was aware of what his presence was meant for, he was still just an aide to the First Prince. The things Gilbert did were troublesome and disgusting, but it was directed at him and that made him feel…

Unease. Roderic had never shown an interest in the First Prince, he was certain to keep his place. A thick feeling slithered over his skin at how wrong this was. He knew his master was taking advantage of his position by harassing him, but what could he do about it? It was his lot in life to put up with this.

Arousal. As Gilbert rubbed his foot into Roderic’s bulge, he could feel himself getting hard. It felt good. His body knew it felt good, and his body was responding to the stimulus. It wouldn’t be long before he’d find himself uncomfortable from the position he was in and the way Gil worked his crotch.

Roderic took a breath and returned to the boot he was removing from Prince Gilbert’s other foot, trying not to think too hard about the way the prince rubbed harder in response to his stiffening cock. He just wanted to finish this and be done with the chore. He didn’t want to think about how he edged his knees wider, clearly a slip of his footing under him.

Setting Gilbert’s second boot aside, Roderic knew that he couldn’t stand without giving himself away, and wouldn’t Gil love that? But Gilbert continued to grind into his groin and things were just going to become more difficult the longer this went on.

Keeping his head down, his eyes to the ground so his master couldn’t see the need in them, Roderic inquired, “Is there anything else Your Imperial Highness needs of me?”

“I haven’t given you any other tasks for today.” Gilbert stated, pointing out that Roderic had no reason to be leaving their shared room.

“No, of course, Prince Gilbert.” 

“I’m considering an early bath.” Gilbert hmmed thoughtfully, finally pulling his foot from Roderic’s hard bulge.

“Understood.” Roderic rose from his knees to start the bathwater for Gilbert, one of his many jobs as Gilbert’s sole attendant. Thankful for his long cloak hiding his form, he didn’t have to adjust himself until he was out of sight. But as soon as his hand brushed against his excited cock, a pulsing desire burned in his pelvis.

Roderic slumped against the wall of the large bathroom. His back and hooded head laying on the cold stone, and his hand over his crotch palming at himself through his pants. This was wrong on so many levels, and the fact that he seemed to enjoy it had him feeling even more perverse than the fact that Gilbert seemed to enjoy doing it to him.

Roderic felt Gilbert moving in the bed behind him. Sometimes the First Prince would have nightmares. Sometimes Gilbert would wake in a panic, breathing hard and getting his bearings while Roderic’s job was to pretend like he never noticed. And so, as Gilbert moved around, and the bed shifted from his weight, Roderic waited, listening, attempting to discern what was taking place.

In his head, he told himself he had to stop rubbing his dick, but it just felt so, so good. Just another few seconds. Just another moment longer before he returned to work as Gilbert’s servant. This was so fucked up. He was so fucked up.

The covers shifted, Gilbert sliding down into them again - it was a familiar feeling Roderic was used to. Next, he’d feel Gilbert snuggling up behind him, trying to warm himself against Roderic’s normal body heat. And sure enough, Gilbert wiggled and shifted behind Roderic, moving closer to him. With eyes already closed, and events seeming to settle down, Roderic started slipping back into the darkness of sleep– until Gilbert cursed under his breath and Roderic felt the prince’s hand on his hip.

The feeling like something was very off gripped him, just as Gilbert gripped Roderic’s pajama bottoms and eased them down his thighs. Roderic held his breath. Was… he being undressed? Gilbert’s sexual advances had only continued to escalate, and while his first thought had been of his master’s nightmares, it seemed he should have recalled the several other times in recent months that he’d woken to Gilbert humping him.

Roderic bit his lip, trying to think of what to do. He should stop whatever was about to take place, but… if he said nothing, if he waited to see what Gilbert was planning to do, then… it would be okay to wait to see, right? He didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. 

Something warm and wet poked his leg. Something stiff and cylindrical pressed into his thigh, slipping between his closed legs. It took him no time at all to understand what it was that Prince Gilbert was doing. It didn’t take much to understand that somehow, Gilbert had lubed himself up and his cock was now gliding between Roderic’s thighs. Did he really think he was sleeping? Since he pretended this long, was it too late to make it known he was awake?

Gilbert quietly cursed again, having pushed his dick fully between Roderic’s legs. Roderic could tell from the way Gil’s thighs touched his. Roderic could tell from the way Gilbert’s cock twitched between his legs. Fuck, it was hot, but gods, this was so very, very wrong.

Roderic held his breath, and behind him he could hear Gilbert breathing almost too heavily and too quickly for how still the both of them were lying. Was this it? Roderic still had his underwear on, and Gilbert was clearly just sitting there with his cock between Roderic’s legs. That was okay, right? It wasn’t so bad. If that’s all that was needed for his master to find some peace, it really wasn’t so bad.

His heart thudded hard against his ribs. He slowly let out a breath, trying to ease back into normal breathing. The room felt tense, like Gilbert was waiting for him to confront him. Roderic pulled the blankets up to his shoulder, clutching them to his chest. Just as slowly as he had pushed between Roderic’s thighs, Gilbert slid the length of his cock back out, pulling even the tip of his dick out from where he had nestled it.

A few seconds passed and Gilbert repeated the process. Slipping his lubed up cock between Roderic’s thighs at an agonizingly slow pace. It twitched and throbbed, and before long, Roderic felt his own cock twitching in response. Now he really couldn’t say anything. What type of person gets turned on by being taken advantage of while sleeping?

Inadvertently, he flexed his legs as he cringed in embarrassment, turning in on himself, and Gilbert groaned. Roderic drew in a sharp breath. The sound Gil had made was incredibly sexy, but he might have given himself away. Silence. No movement besides the throbbing of Gilbert’s dick and his own.

“It’s okay to keep sleeping,” Gilbert whispered. “Unless…” As if to propose the possibility of what could happen, Gilbert slowly drove his hips closer to Roderic and gave several small thrusts as he stroked himself between his thighs.

Gilbert pushed his chair away from his desk, heaving a dramatic sigh. It had been a long day full of paperwork and he was ready to find a way to work off the stress. His eye shifted to Roderic, waiting in the room for his next order. His attendant was so dutiful and obedient. It had been a struggle for a while there, but after some time and more than a few encounters, they had managed to find a rhythm that worked.

There was a war waging inside Roderic at the possibility and the shame that came from that thought. If he kept quiet, if he pretended to keep sleeping, he wouldn’t have to make a choice and that would leave him free of whatever took place. He squeezed his eyes closed, hyper aware of every heated breath Gilbert blew on his back.

Kicking at the ground, Gil turned his chair to give him room in front of himself - enough room for a grown man to kneel. “Come.”

He only needed to say one word and Roderic swiftly crossed the distance between them and dropped to his knee in front of Gilbert. “Give me a quick one.” Gilbert ordered. 

Roderic began to work Gilbert's pants loose with ease from years of changing his master. Though now it wasn't for the reason of dressing or disrobing, it was for something the two of them had progressed to in an unnatural manner. It was for Roderic to be used by Gilbert for his own pleasure.

Roderic's hands were warm as they adjusted Gil's cock, pulling him free from pants and underwear - much warmer than Gilbert's own hands. Gil hated the way his cold fingers felt on his cock, which led to the perfect reason for Roderic to assist him with this matter. What was his attendant for if not assisting in things he found unpleasant?

It had taken some coaxing and coaching to get to this point, and Gilbert wanted more than the occasional hand job, but everything took steps to move a piece across the board. This was but one of them. To think that a few months ago Roderic wouldn't acknowledge him at all, and now he could get him to squeeze his cock for him. To stroke him to climax. How much more could he get if he continued advancing on him?

Roderic pumped Gilbert's dick. Despite the lack of lube, his hand slid over the soft skin of his cock so, very, nicely. Gilbert gently pulled back Roderic's hood to look down at the near twin of himself, his red eyes focused on Gil's cock and the way he was working it. So serious.

“You can enjoy it, Roderic.” Gilbert teased. “You don't have to act like you don't.”

Roderic glanced at Gil for a fleeting second before averting his gaze. Bingo. It seemed like it was time to push a bit further.

“I won't tell.” Gilbert promised. “I'm very good at keeping secrets, you know. Slow it down, I've changed my mind.”

His servant did as instructed, slowing his strokes on his shaft.

“I know you like it. I know you've been silently hoping for more.” Gilbert bit his lips to keep down a moan, enjoying the steady rhythm of Roderic's hand.

“You don't have to say it. Your silence speaks plenty. Even from the beginning. What did you do with those clothes of yours I soiled? You touched the dry cum, didn't you? Curious to know what it felt like. Wanting to experience it first hand. Did you fantasize about me?”

Gilbert chuckled. “You're such a pervert. You should have scrubbed them out right away, but you didn't.” Roderic squeezed on his current stroke and Gilbert let a moan slip free. It seemed he got a little excited about being degraded. Gil could work with this. 

“You still have them, don't you? Hidden away to touch and hold against you while you keep your deviant desires to yourself. Roderic, I'm hurt you don't think you can be honest with me. Haven't we– nngh– been close for a long time? Haven't we done things that people who trust each other do? In bed. At night. When you pretend to sleep.”

Roderic's cheeks flushed. Gilbert wrapped his hand around Roderic's, taking the lead on pumping his cock. His hips moved in rhythm, fucking into Roderic's hand.

“Oh, yes, I knew you were awake. Nnh. Every time I rubbed myself against you, I knew you were waiting for me to go further. Mnh. Begging to be used more each time. Ah. And when I fucked your thighs the first time, I know you came, a sticky mess inside your own underwear.”

Roderic continued to stare at the ground, letting Gilbert fuck his hand.

“I let you touch me, Roderic. Hnnh. Let you get your hands on my cock. And you let me fuck between your legs and got off on it. Don't you want to come clean? Be honest that you want me inside you?”

“You don't have to pretend with me. I'll accept every dirty little perversion you have. Nngh. Look at me.”

Roderic snapped his red eyes to Gilbert immediately. Heat danced inside them, vulnerability as well. “Come here and open your mouth.” Gilbert's heady whisper came between panting breaths.

Roderic obeyed, leaning forward and opening his mouth. He understood what was about to happen. He moved directly to the head of Gilbert's cock as he squeezed Roderic's hand near the head of his shaft and milked his orgasm to fruition. Gilbert pushed the tip of his cock between Roderic's parted lips just as his seed spilled, spurting into Roderic's mouth.

“Swallow.”

The way Roderic's lips closed around the head of his cock before pulling slightly back so he could fully close his mouth was divine. Roderic swallowed dutifully.

[agentplutonium]

All I Want (Is You)

It was Christmas morning. Milo knew that, realistically, he probably wouldn’t win this year. However, in one more throw-away shot, Milo tried one more time. By some miracle, he was up before Sweetheart was and he was able to sneak out to the kitchen to set his trap. The mistletoe went up in the doorway. He grabbed a book and his glasses, getting into position just as he heard Sweetheart shuffling down the hall.

Milo tries to charm Sweetheart into giving him a kiss in 1275 words.

Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas, Mistletoe, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, I think we get the picture already /lh, it really is nothing other than a prompt fill that I found cute, it is just the two of them being dorks in love, Milo is trying to win a 'competition' that he set up six years ago, and he only won cause sweetheart took pity on him

Based on this post. On AO3, if you prefer that format as well!

("oh pluto you didn't have to write such a long fic from that-" I know I didn't. I did anyway, because I am gay and in a holly jolly mood okay. moving on. (/lh))

Milo has gotten many past partners to kiss him under the mistletoe.

It was a tradition with him. He would usually put it somewhere obvious, so that it was visible to guests, and wait. There was always at least once where his partner at the time would stand under it, knowingly or not, and Milo got to pull his favourite move. It never failed him in the holiday season.

Except for with one person. Which was Sweetheart. In six years he hasn’t been able to kiss them under that mistletoe, but this year was different. This year, he was going to kiss them by Christmas. 

And he tried. He tried so damn hard. But somehow, some way, Sweetheart saw through his bluffs or saw where the mistletoe was. They would avoid him like the plague if he was acting “suspicious” in any way. They would be lured under it by his charm just to look up at the wrong second and worm themselves away. It was a continuous game of cat and mouse, and Milo wanted to win.

It was Christmas morning. Milo knew that, realistically, he probably wouldn’t win this year. However, in one more throw-away shot, Milo tried one more time. By some miracle, he was up before Sweetheart was and he was able to sneak out to the kitchen to set his trap. The mistletoe went up in the doorway. He grabbed a book and his glasses, getting into position just as he heard Sweetheart shuffling down the hall.

Milo tried to act nonchalant, staring at the words in front of him but not taking them in. He wasn’t even sure what book he picked up, or what part of the story he randomly flipped to. It didn’t matter. It was just a prop.

Sweetheart shuffled past him, rubbing at their eyes. “You’re books upside down,” They commented, not looking at him.

Milo realized that, yes, the book was upside down. He cleared his throat, embarrassed. “Trying to see if there was a different meaning this way. These authors can be tricky, ya know?”

Sweetheart chuckled. “Yeah. Sure. Do you want coffee?”

Milo sighed, “Yes, please, that sounds great Sweetheart.”

Sweetheart put on the coffee pot before shuffling back over to him. They gently took the book from his hands, flipping it over. “I didn’t know you were into horror,” they commented with a wry smile, handing the book back to him.

“I find it interesting,” Milo said slowly, working the lie together as he went.

“Really? When did you get that book?”

“You know, I can’t remember exactly when. One of those things, you know? Buy it and let it sit somewhere.”

“Is that so?” Sweetheart said, trying to hide their amusement.

“Because I could have sworn that I bought that book last month.”

Milo was really fucked now, but he continued with the white lie. “Was it that? I must have forgotten. I’m reading it now, though.”

Sweetheart stifled a chuckle. “Milo, Love… when I described what was happening in that book you had a very negative reaction. Almost got physically ill. Gagged a little, even.”

Milo looked at the book in his hand, reading the title for the first time. Sweetheart was right, as usual. He particularly hated the description they gave during that one scene. He shuddered at the image it brought back—one that he suppressed after conjuring it—and sighed. “What if I wanted to give it a second chance?”

“I wouldn’t stop you, then,” Sweetheart said sincerely, “but, there’s a few things you’re failing to see here.”

They stepped closer to him, causing his heart to speed up. They always had that effect on him. Anytime they were close to him he found it hard to breathe, heart pounding in his chest. The effect they had on Milo was unmatched, and, frankly, very unfair. If he didn’t know that he had the same effect on them he’d go as far as to say it was cruel.

“First thing, you’re standing in a random doorway. You don’t like standing while reading,” Sweetheart started, tone matter of fact. Milo had to applaud the attention to detail they had, that was a small grievance he had that rarely got aired. 

“Second thing is, along with the book,” they took the book out of his hand, sliding it onto the counter, “your glasses are all kinds of messed up.” They reached up, tugging the glasses off of his face, folding the arms neatly, and placing them beside the book.

“Third thing, and I promise this is the last,” Sweetheart said, taking another step forward and splaying their hands against Milo’s sides, hands warm against his skin, pressing close. Milo had his hands on their hip without a second thought, holding them there. “I know what you’re doing,” they murmured, looking up at him, “you’re not slick, Milo Greer.”

“Who said I was trying to be?” Milo asked.

“Is this your last shot before you give up for the season?” Sweetheart teased.

“Maybe,” Milo hedged, pouting a bit.

Sweetheart laughed, hands unconsciously squeezing his side, the combination sending butterflies through his stomach. “You sure are persistent, huh?” They giggled.

“I prefer ambitious,” Milo said, “has a better ring to it.”

Sweetheart was smiling ear to ear, love written all over their face as they looked at him. Milo believed that this was the first time that he’d truly seen them stress-free in weeks. Milo felt something akin to pride swell in his chest at the thought that he was the one who got them to this point. So long as his Sweetheart was with him, he was going to do everything in his power to bring them back to a state like this every time they needed it.

“You’re cute,” Sweetheart said.

“I’m adorable,” Milo agreed. “I’m also the guy who pulled a deity like you, so that might warrant me a title a bit higher than that.”

Sweetheart looked at him for a second, head tilted a bit to the side as if contemplating something. They got a look in their eye that Milo didn’t get a proper read on before they reached up and pulled him in for a kiss. Milo let out a noise of surprise, not believing what was happening at the moment. 

He had won, then? Or had he, where Sweetheart initiated? 

He didn’t care, he decided quickly, pulling his Sweetheart closer. He couldn’t give a damn when they were pressed against them like that.

When Sweetheart pulled away they had a mischievous grin on their face. “Does winner, work?”

“So I do win?” Milo asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sweetheart shrugged, smirking. “I suppose, since, by the rules you laid out, I did fall for your evil charming ways and succumbed to my baser human instincts.”

The more that Sweetheart talked, the more Milo had to suppress his chuckles. “Your baser instincts,” Milo asked, barely keeping himself from choking on the words.

“Yes,” Sweetheart said matter of factly, “the baser instincts that hard wires people to fall for one Milo Greer at one point or another, obviously.”

“You fucking goof,” Milo said, unable to keep the laughter back. He leaned toward them again, kissing them to try and stifle it. It wasn’t wholly successful, but Milo didn’t care. “God, do I ever love you,” he whispered against their lips, earning him another smile. 

“I love you too,” Sweetheart whispered back, pushing their foreheads together. They savoured that moment with him for a moment before sighing. “Go sit down, Love. I’ll bring the coffee in a minute.”

Milo kissed their forehead, letting go of them finally. “Thank you, Sweetheart.”

[bisexual-kelsier]

Love Is Stored in the Oatmeal Raisin Cookie

On Lizzie & Ripred

The newest take I’m seeing right now, both in the TUC tags and on my “controversial TUC takes” post, is that Lizzie’s relationship with Ripred is unfounded and that the inclusion of it “robbed” us of a softer moment between Gregor and Ripred. I disagree with this take so much that I decided to write an entire essay about my thoughts on the subject. The most common argument I see against Lizzie is that she received Ripred’s affection, as well as his tragic backstory, after being present for a very short period of time, while Gregor has known Ripred for months. At a surface level, this may seem counterintuitive, but when we dig deeper into the characters and their behaviors, motivations, and allegiances, the thematic significance of Lizzie’s role in the story becomes apparent.

First and foremost, let’s take a look at Gregor. I love this kid so much, but I do believe that the core of this argument hinges on his more subtle flaws as a character. Consider this: the entirety of The Underland Chronicles is narrated from Gregor’s point-of-view. What does this mean for our perception of the story? We receive only the context that Gregor has, and we only receive the details that Gregor notices and finds important. Across the series, his understanding of the Underland and its denizens expands, grows, and solidifies. He is twelve by Code of Claw and very much still learning and growing, but some of beliefs have settled by this point.

This is where Ripred comes in. Gregor has more or less made up his mind about Ripred by the end of Curse of the Warmbloods. He wants to lead the Gnawers and will achieve that goal by any means necessary. He’s an ally, but probably not a friend, grumpy and abrasive and untouchable. Definitely not worthy of sympathy, because he can take care of himself. In short, Gregor doesn’t see Ripred as a multidimensional person, as someone with emotions outside of anger and self-importance.

In direct opposition, we have Lizzie. Upon first glance, she might seem inconsequential until Code of Claw, because her character arc is quiet and mostly happens off-screen. She’s anxious about almost everything, and the Underland puts her through a lot of trauma in the earlier books without having ever set foot down there. It took her dad from her when she was only four years old, and when he returned years later, he was ill and severely traumatized. His absence and then his inability to work meant that she grew up in poverty, spending a large portion of her childhood food insecure and without a stable home life. Similarly, the Underland suddenly took Gregor, who by that point had undertaken a parental role in the household, and Boots away on more than one occasion. These traumas were then compounded on in Curse of the Warmbloods, first when her family’s apartment was swarmed by rats and then when Grace, the stable parent and breadwinner, contracted the plague and was unable to return home.

Lizzie’s role in both Marks of Secret and Code of Claw directly opposes the effect that Gregor—and by direct extension, we as readers—expects this trauma to have on her. Lizzie is afraid of almost everything, and the Underland has harmed her directly in the past. She should approach it with fear, maybe even hostility, like Gregor does in portions of the book. Lizzie is not Gregor, though, and her key trait as a character is that she is able to see the world as a whole through different eyes. So she chooses kindness, instead.

This is where the excerpt above comes in. Lizzie has never met Ripred personally at this point, and she really only knows anything about him from Gregor’s stories—which almost certainly don’t paint Ripred in the kindest light. Lizzie sees beyond the surface of these stories, though, and considers Ripred as an entire person, with depth and emotions. What she sees between the lines is up for individual interpretation. Maybe she latches onto Ripred’s insistence that Gregor learn echolocation, a skill that might save her brother’s life. She does pester Gregor about practicing. Maybe she sees pieces of Gregor reflected in those stories about Ripred. A rager who doesn’t quite fit in where he’s from or where he’s fighting for, who can be stubborn and short-tempered and quick to hide his vulnerabilities from the people he considers himself responsible for. Maybe she sees pieces of herself reflected in those stories. Maybe, as someone who has lost pieces of her family, who has only one friend, who has likely eaten less than her share so that others could be full, she finds it easy to spot the humanity, for lack of a better word, in Ripred, like light through the crack under a locked door.

Whatever her reasons—and maybe there are no reasons beyond “he’s a person, too”���Lizzie goes out of her way to treat Ripred with kindness before she ever meets him. She sends some of her own food with Gregor so that Ripred doesn’t have to go completely hungry. She makes sure Gregor knows to share that plate of oatmeal raisin cookies with Ripred. Where Gregor rarely shows any gratefulness for his help and, in fact, rarely views him through a lens unclouded by a deeply ingrained bias against Gnawers, Lizzie is kind. Ripred notices.

This is not a matter of Ripred suddenly opening up to Lizzie for little reason after bonding with Gregor across the entire series. Ripred treats Lizzie differently because she acted differently. Their relationship is not built only on Lizzie’s similarities to Silksharp, but on a history of compassion and respect. It isn’t shoehorned in, it’s a necessary relationship that supports the central themes of The Underland Chronicles—violence, war, and colonialism are cyclical, but the refusal to continue living life based on the biases of the past can break that cycle and bring about a brighter future for everyone.

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

ill have u know i binged read all 26 chapters of jd AND redownloaded tumblr all during my finals week bc of ur amazing story alsjjdh. i actually found myself pleasantly surprised when i (stalked) your account and saw that you wrote many other stories that i bookmarked! you have such an exquisite and enthralling way of writing its amazing.

anyways some of my favorite moments were childe (of course) simping over zhongli’s not-smile which was literally the cutest thing ever esp when zhongli tried to hide it with a leaf. it was also a great (yet bittersweet) callback to him being insecure over his fake smile and teeth. persevere, childe. the crush may seem one sided but slowly but surely it’ll pay off 🫡. also everyone being able to tell what zhongli’s feeling bc of his eyes is so sweet and sad as well. just makes me wonder how he felt ruling liyue especially since guizhong was dead and he was pretty much alone for the most part (well, same situation here but still…)

speaking of, i wonder if we ever get to find out what happened to teyvat liyue? the gnosis is under the sea and presumably childe wont set off osial since thatd be uh. certainly a move. or maybe the explosion prematurely loosened his seal? and the sudden disappearance of the well loved consultant zhongli is definitely not going to be unnoticed, either. anyways i saw the happy endings tag so yay!! whether or not he’s back in teyvat or sticks with the gang here is a happy enough ending in my boat.

sorry for the yapping (and i AM a yapper) but thanks for all of your hard work <3

hnnn thank you;;

a couple of asks did wonder how things would play out in the liyue archon quest w/o zhongli there n the tl;dr is that since everyone saw rex lapis get killed the fatui (or anyone else for that matter) wouldn't be put under suspicion of anything, so it would end up being a mystery investigation quest of the qixing + adepti + the fatui all collaborating to figure out what even happened and where tf the gnosis is. childe indeed wouldn't release osial n he'd be the only one mad enough to go dive into the now abyss-corrupted depths of guyun to fish for the gnosis lmao the contract between the tsaritsa n zl had no clauses for this scenario, so since it wasn't fulfilled but technically not broken either, she never tells childe the truth n signora thinks its hilarious that he'll never know n so accidentally takes the secret to the grave and i say mystery investigation quest but i think that would be happening in the background, the main plotline/gameplay would probably be hu tao making the funeral for rex lapis. she would be the only one to make the connection that mr zhongli was morax n thus would spend the entire quest trying to talk her way through the funeral rites being made to mr zhongli's liking without making it obvious that that's what's happening hahah

[theratsarefreed]

Kind of an ask?

@mcfries123

Mcfries123 (yes I am capitalizing your screen name. you have been granted identity, a single piece of it. as a treat.) has replied to me in a comment that their asks have been flooded by malicious spam, but that interacting in a sane way is still fine, so I am taking an alternative route to sending asks.

I originally intended to ask about FNAF G/T and I will still be doing that, but I also noted that your blog has sonic stuff on it. I'm going to send essentially two asks in the same post to allow you two posts to properly tag things.

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I had a silly little image in my head upon realizing that you also like sonic of Robotnik at the end of the sonic 1 movie, instead of being yote to portobello prison, having some sort of scifi shenanigan turn him smol. What if he was a borrower in the city for a while? Building his empire would be more difficult, but I'm sure Stone would lend a hand, and being miniaturized would probably make it easier to work on more complex circuit boards and stuff directly. Sonic specializes in speed alone, and even tails would probably figure that if Robotnik isn't causing problems, that maybe he should be left alone, so how would they even go about finding the guy before he unleashed hellfire upon the world from inside the walls? He could probably very easily sneak through government buildings and listen in on things with his knowledge of their workings even easier as a smol. What if he discovered other borrowers that had been born that way? How would that go? Just a lot of silly little ideas.

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Assuming Michael has no ill intent for borrowers, what would it be like to be protected by him? Would he remember to do things like provide food and water given that he doesn't himself actually have to probably do that? He is practically a zombie after all. I imagine less humanoid borrowers would probably have a strong sense of smell in order to detect danger such as pets in a home before moving in, or know when food has been prepared and left out. Michael undeniably smells pretty bad, as evidenced by the pink slips if you do in fact follow the theory that those were about him. He would have to, being a walking corpse and all. If he were to pick up a smol, assuming he could ensure his hands were somehow sanitary (gloves maybe?) would he be cold? A lot of G/T content has the human hands presented as being warm, and that would make sense if the only touch a borrower has ever known would be non living objects, food that's gotten cold because somebody forgot to put it away, and maybe if they're lucky other borrowers at one point or another that aren't nearly as large as a human. Another thing to explore is how borrowers exist. The bane of any G/T fan's existence when it comes to trying to make the explanations of tinies physical possibility is square cube law, but how would remnant play in to this equation? If remnant can make something nonliving, such as a hollowed out young man, able to conduct day to day life without necessarily being able to still be considered living, would a small amount of remnant naturally occurring in borrowers possibly make square cube law go kick rocks? It would be interesting if that were the case to also see other impacts, such as borrowers having a diet higher in iron and other minerals.