#I do think that if he does 'die' later he'd pop back up and say he faked it 🤔 I don't think he can only be Batman

[manicmouse]

Batman: Gargoyle of Gotham #3 keeps getting pushed back and I'm sick of it 😠😞😭

Do ya think they're really gonna go through with killing Bruce Wayne off???

Like we all know why him also being Bruce Wayne is important but god it'd be so interesting to see him go through with it ya know? I'd like to see him realize what a mistake that was or maybe it might not have been depending on where they're going with this Ajagahaj There's so much potential in this universe that it's maddening!?!

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

In Which Steve Gains a Little Weight and Eddie May or May Not Have a Staring Problem { hint: he absolutely does. but who wouldn't? }

Chubby!Steve lovers rise up! He is a blessing upon our houses. 😌

Eddie's been staring at him. For months. Steve had actually had to snap his fingers at Eddie once, right in front of his face. To get his attention. And Eddie had flinched and flailed back dramatically, making it seem like Steve was the offending party when Eddie had been the one staring. He was always staring.

Steve never used to mind people staring. He knew he looked good. Not in a self centered way. Just... people told him he looked good. And he didn't really have reason to argue. Girls definitely liked him. So it just seemed... like a fact. To him.

But lately Steve hadn't been feeling attractive. At least not as attractive. He'd gained a bit of weight. With the gates closed for good and Hawkins back to normal. He'd finally let himself relax. And he'd been eating more, his appetite from before all the anxiety and stress and fighting for his life, and the kids lives, finally coming back.

He still swam a bit. Went for runs every morning. But he was filling out. His thighs were thicker. His stomach softer. He'd heard his mother call one of his cousins "pudgy" when he was young and now everytime he looked in the mirror the word rang in his head like a bell.

He was pudgy. Less defined, soft around the edges. And Eddie kept. Fucking. Staring.

~°~

Steve was laying on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. Eddie was floating in the water, eyes closed, arms moving gently at his sides, keeping him afloat. Steve tugged his shirt down, again, and tried to get comfortable.

It was just him and Eddie today. Robin had to work. And the kids were in school. Steve was just glad Eddie had gotten in the water. So he would stop looking at him. Cuz he'd been doing it again. His eyes locked on Steve, roaming over him, looking at god knows what.

Steve knows what. Wraps his arms around his middle and feels what he knows Eddie has been staring at. Skinny as a rat Eddie Munson who can eat whole fucking pizzas and just... nothing. Steve ate whole pizzas too, that wasn't the issue. It was just, Steve's pizza seemed to settle on his hips now more than it used too.

He hears Eddie make a choking sound and watches him flail and sink beneath the water, popping up a moment later, coughing, and dragging Steve out of his thoughts.

"You good man?" Steve calls, letting his hands fall away from his body. Eddie keeps coughing but gives Steve a thumbs up, then wipes at his face, rubbing at his nose as he stands looking like a wet kitten in the middle of the pool. He clears his throat loudly, shakes his head, coughs once more, and then ducks back under water just to bounce back up, his face toward the sky, the water moving his hair out of his face.

Steve had walked to the edge of the pool, watching Eddie cough. He sits himself on the edge, feet dangling in the water to cool himself off. He could take his shirt off. It would be cooler. But he can't. Doesn't want to. Not in front of Eddie.

He watches Eddie lower himself shoulders deep in the water and then look up at Steve, he smiles, soflty.

"I fell asleep." He says, to belatedly explain his nearly chocking to death. Steve rolls his eyes, snorts, and shakes his head.

"Of course you did." Steve sighs.

"Hey it's not my fault. If you had some nice floaties around here like the goblins have been asking for I wouldn't have almost died." Eddie retorts.

And Steve is about to argue, he wants too, opens his mouth to do it and everything. But he catches the way Eddie is looking at him again and the words die in his mouth. His arms wrapping around his soft middle as he tries to hide, he sits up a bit straighter. Eddie swims toward him, eyes lingering.

"You gonna swim?" Eddie asks, soflty.

"Naw. Don't think so. I'm not that warm." Steve shrugs, kicks his feet in the water a bit as Eddie moves closer.

"You're sweating." Eddie says, pointing out the obvious. Steve glares at him a bit, nothing too harsh, and wipes at his forhead with the back of his arm.

"I'm good. Just my feet in is nice." He kicks water at Eddie, he doesn't even dodge it, just lets it hit him as he keeps swimming forward.

He nods at Steve, swims up next to him, rests his arms on the side of the pool and his chin on his arms, looking up at Steve until Steve turns and looks directly at him. Eddie quickly looks away then. Steve looks away too.

Looks away from the pale skin of Eddie's shoulders. Away from the way Eddie's arms flex as he shifts a bit to get more comfortable. Away from that look in his eyes.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" Eddie asks out of nowhere.

"What?" Steve asks, leaning away from Eddie a little faster than he'd meant too. Eddie tracks the movement, Steve sees him do it.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" Eddie repeats.

"No I heard you. It's just-" he pauses, shakes his head. His heart beating a little faster.

"Why would you ask that? You don't make me uncomfortable. I like having you here. If that's... is that what you mean?" Steve asks, stammering a bit. Not really sure what Eddie wants from him. Eddie shakes his head though, slowly. Once.

"No I mean... you've just seemed... different. Lately. Like... you're trying to sink into yourself. Make yourself smaller. Or something." Eddie shrugs, shakes his head like he doesn't think he made sense. But Steve's heart pounds with just how much sense he made. Hit the nail right on the head, actually, in the scary way he has.

"I-" he considers lying. Saying everything's fine. But it's not. And if he says it is, Eddie will think he's done something wrong. And he hasn't. Not really. Eddie's eyes widen, he lifts his head, then stands, leans his hip agaisnt the wall of the pool instead.

"Yes?" Eddie teases, bumping Steve's knee with the back of his hand. Steve huffs a laugh and takes a deep breath.

"I am. Trying to make myself smaller. Like, in the figurative sense. Cuz I'm like, I've gained weight. And I don't... I don't know. I guess I'm just... uncomfortable with that? Not because of you." Steve says, watches Eddie smile at him. For some fucking reason.

"Literal sense. And why does that make you uncomfortable? Not getting as many chicks? Are the ladies of Hawkins really so shallow?" Eddie asks, brushing past his correction and partly mocking Steve, like he knows that's not the issue. And Steve is so thankful, just that small amount of mocking makes him feel a little better. Like he's being silly maybe, about the whole thing.

"Well. Yes. They are. Some of them. But I don't know. It was just a thing. At first. A thing I noticed in the mirror getting out of the shower. Or after swimming. Or trying to fit into some of my old jeans. Just a thing. Just a difference I noticed is all." He shrugs, eyes on the water.

"You're not the only one." Eddie mutters, teeth pulling at his bottom lip.

"What?" Steve asks, he hadn't been paying attention, the words a muddy sound on the peripherals of his hearing. Eddie shakes his head, waves him off.

"Nothin. Don't worry about it." He pushes his hand through the water at his side before looking back to Steve.

"Bodies change man. It happens. Nothin' wrong with it." He shrugs again, lowers himself back to his shoulders and looks up at Steve, his hair a dark cloud in the water around him. Steve sighs, feels silly and stupid for what he's about to say.

"Yeah. Sure. But I used to be hot." He says, matter of factly. Eddie snorts.

"You are hot. Way hotter now than when we were in school." Eddie says, like he can't believe what he's hearing, but also.... Eddie thinks he's hot? Steve watches him for a moment, he's got his face tilted to the sky, leaning back to dunk his hair in the cool water, his pale neck on display as he sighs at the cooless on his head.

"You think I'm hot?" Steve asks, has to, can't not. He'd said it so easily, like it should be obvious.

Eddie's eyes go wide as his head snaps back in Steve's direction.

"What?" His voice cracks. He hasn't blinked.

"You said you think I'm hot." Steve says, he can feel his own cheeks flush. But he can see Eddie's doing it. They had already been tinted pink from the early morning sun, but they were rushing quickly toward red.

"No. I didn't- that's not-"

"You said you thought I was hot when we were in school." Steve repeats, feeling a tad bit giddy as he watches the flush rush down Eddie's neck as well.

"That's- that's not... what I meant." Eddie huffs, petulant, but he crosses his arms over his chest, guarding himself.

"But it's what you said." Steve teases, keeping his face as straight as possible. Eddie huffs again.

"Well I clearly didn't mean to say that outloud okay?" He shakes his head, sinks a little in the water before bobbing back up. Steve just looks at him. Tries to give him the look that Eddie had been giving him, for the last few months.

He doesn't know if it works. But Eddie groans loudly and ducks under the water. Steve laughs as a stream of bubbles reach the surfface, he can hear Eddie screaming under the water. When he surfaces again, his face is still a very nice shade of pink, Steve wants to touch it, to feel the heat of it beneath his fingers.

"I'm sorry okay. I have been making you uncomfortable. I've been staring. I know I have, okay? It's just hard not too. When you walk around looking like that!" Eddie waves his hand frantically in Steve's direction, even as he takes a few steps away from him.

"Like what?" Steve's brow furrows, he looks down at himself, his shirt is a little tight around his stomach, his swim trunks a bit snug around the hips, and his thighs are practically squeezed into them. What was Eddie seeing that he wasn't. He looks back to see Eddie staring again, but his eyes are on Steve's face this time.

Steve watches several emotions pass over Eddie's face as he watches him. He seems to settle on determined and takes a step back in Steve's direction. Then another. He stops just out of reach. Sets his shoulders.

"You're fucking beautiful Steve. I don't- I don't know how you can't see that." He shrugs, like he's helpless, his eyes wide and honest. Steve swallows hard, glances down at himself again and then back to Eddie.

"I'm-?"

"Gorgeous. Like.... fucking ethereal. I could fucking look you all day. Fuck, I mean I basically do. You're like a goddamn peice of art." Eddie's voice is so raw, it catches in his throat. His arms wrapped around himself tight, like he's afraid Steve will be mad at him for some reason. Steve shakes his head, once, trying not to cry. He smiles at Eddie, all watery eyed and goofy, and tugs his shirt over his head before throwing himself into the water. And then throwing himself at Eddie, who catches him easily.

His hands are warm on Steve's sides, warm and so so gentle, like he's not sure he's allowed to touch. He just stares at Steve, throat bobbing as Steve moves his fingers over Eddie faces, tracing his features.

"You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself." Steve says, smiles wide when a laugh bursts out of Eddie. Steve presses closer, chest to chest, arms snaking around Eddie's neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie whispers, his lashes fluttering as his eyes dart around Steve's face. Steve's chest burns, and pounds, as Eddie's fingers press harder into his hips.

"Yes. Yeah." Steve breathes, nodding, almost frantic. Eddie smiles, leans in a bit, and then sways away with a grimace.

"What? What's wrong?" Steve asks, suddenly feeling a bit sick to his stomach. Eddie squints at him, shakes his head, closes his eyes with another grimace.

"Full disclosure. I've never actually...like... fully kissed someone... before. So I might not- I mean I don't know what I'm doing." Eddie opens one eye, peaking at Steve to see his reaction around his wincing, scrunched up features. Steve's heart flutters, he smiles and scratches his nails gently against Eddie's scalp, Eddie leans into it like a cat.

"That's okay. I know what I'm doing." Steve assures him, Eddie's eyes go wide for a split second and then Steve is kissing him. A small noise startles out of Eddie when their lips meet and Steve could listen to that all day, it's like music. He pulls back after a genlte press, he can feel Eddie's hands trembling against his hips.

"That okay?" Steve asks, Eddie nods enthusiastically and presses back in, another gentle press of lips before Steve pulls back again, eyes moving over Eddie's face and the soft way he's looking at him.

"You really think I'm beautiful? Hot. Like this?" Steve asks, rolling his eyes at himself, his hand moving to his stomach and then away again. Eddie's eyes follow the movement, the way Steve nearly flinches away from his own touch.

"Fuck yes." Eddie says, he sounds breathless. And then Steve is gasping as Eddie leans down, licks a hot stipe across Steve's stomach, and then sinks his teeth into the soft, fleshy, skin of his hip, right above his swim shorts.

"Eddie! Jesus!" Steve squaks, trying to push Eddie away and pull him closer all at once.

Eddie perks back up, pulls Steve close, and presses his laughter into Steve's neck. And then his teeth are on Steve's skin, and he's gasping again, hands grabbing at Eddie's shoulders. Eddie's tongue soothes over the bite and then he's looking at Steve again.

"You're beautiful. Like this, or any other way. Okay? Always." Eddie says, moving his hands over Steve's sides, giving his love handles a hard, possessive, squeeze. Steve laughs, Eddie's antics tickling, he squirms, toward Eddie, into his waiting arms.

"Okay. If you say so." Steve sighs into Eddie's shoulder. Eddie's hand moves up, over Steve's back and into his hair.

"I do say. You're beautiful. Thin, or chubby, or scarred, or fat, or whatever else you might be in the future. You're beautiful." He pauses, pulls back so he can see Steve's face.

"And I'll tell you that whenever you need to hear it okay? For as long you're mine." Eddie's whispering, speaking so softly into the space between them.

"That sounds nice." Steve says, his throat tight, and burning, tears clouding his vision. Eddie chuckles, his chest vibrating against Steve's.

"Which part?" He asks, moving one finger across Steve's forhead, tucking a loose strand of hair away. Steve sniffles, shakes his head and tries not to cry.

"Being yours." He says, his lips trembling as he returns the bright smile across from him. Eddie nods, Steve nods back. They meet in the middle, another sweet press of lips, Eddie's fingers dig into Steve's soft skin and pull him close, like he's trying to climb inside him.

"Mine." Eddie sighs, Steve breathes the word in like he needs it to live. His own fingers dig into Eddie's back, tugging him closer, smiling against Eddie's lips as he sighs,

"Yours." back into Eddie's mouth.

[shares-a-vest]

Eddie reaches for Steve's fruity-scented shampoo - the stuff he swears he hasn't been using each and every time he stays over. He pops the cap and then the lights go out.

He screams bloody murder and drops the shampoo bottle. He kicks it and presses his palms against the nearest surfaces. One on the tiled wall, the other on the glass as he does everything to stop himself from moving his feet because, if he trips on that fucking fruity shampoo that makes Steve's hair oh-so-silky, he'll go slipping and sliding straight through the glass and into the goddamn toilet.

And he cannot die like that, buck-naked as the day he was born.

Though, if he absolutely had to die in the nude, he'd want it to be while he's railing someone six ways from Sunday...

Preferably the hunk who is bursting in through the bathroom door and waving a flashlight right in his eyes.

Steve opens the shower and reaches in to shut off the water. Eddie palms around and grips his boyfriend's wrist, impossibly warm despite now being wet.

"Are you... uh..." Steve drops the light enough from him to stop spluttering about. Eddie blinks hard, regaining enough focus to find a sly smile tugging at the corner of Steve's lips as he attempts to be serious, "Um, are you okay?"

Alright, maybe falling head-first into the toilet would have been a little less embarrassing than this: Steve staring back at him and snickering. He cups his junk and grumbles.

"Towel?" he spits, holding out one hand.

"Sorry," Steve says as he hands the brown (seriously, why do the Harrington's enjoy brown so much) towel over, "It's just you looked like you were in the middle of some naked jumping-jacks."

"Stevie, I was terrified," he retorts, drying off his arms and hands first so he can get a better grip on anything so he can safely get out of the damn shower before it becomes a fogged-up glass tomb.

But Steve places the flashlight tight under one arm and spots him, hovering one hand and placing the other on his dripping wet hip.

"I know," he soothes, now completely serious, "I was scared too."

Eddie doesn't care that he is mostly wet and that his hair is completely soaked, he goes right into Steve's strong arms, feeling his navy-blue sweater quickly dampen between them. Steve maneuvers around to stop their bodies from completely blocking their light source and hugs him tight.

"So stupid," Eddie can't help but mutter, "How am I more scared of the fucking dark than I was when I was six? Besides, how do you even lose power out here in Richie Richville?"

"Well, considering this house is surrounded by trees," Steve shrugs, "We lose power quite easily in bad weather," he pulls back enough to give a dangerously-teasing smirk considering Eddie's state of undress, "Thought you'd enjoy some candles and what-not, anyway. Doesn't Bilbo Baggins scurry around his cottage with a candlestick?"

Now it's Eddie's turn to move away as he hurriedly wraps the towel around himself - to protect his modesty. Yeah... that.

"Excuse me?" he exclaims, "He lives in a Hobbit hole, for one. And I'll have you know his home is well-lit."

"Come on!" Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes and taking his hand.

He leads them back into his bedroom, which at least has some moonlight peaking in from the windows. And yeah, now Eddie can really hear the source of the power outage. The wind outside and the trees that shroud Loch Nora sound like a goddamn tornado.

"Though I think Rivendell surely must have had some sort of electricity," he wonders aloud as he attempts to focus on something else.

"We can debate the infrastructure of Middle Earth later," Steve chuckles and promptly shoves a pair of sweatpants into his hands.

Eddie steps forward, smiling bashfully.

"You mean it?" he coos, biting the 't'.

Steve's eyes flick to his lips as he bites his own, "I can think of a few things we could do that don't involve the power being on."

Eddie opens his mouth, readying himself for a lame line about their palpable electricity that will probably make Steve laugh when the damn radio crackles.

If a physical object could be a boner-killer, it's the damn radio Steve currently has attached to his hip.

"Steeeve is the power out at your house, overrr!" Dustin screeches the moment Steve fishes it from his back pocket.

"Yes, over," Steve answers. He holds a finger up, silently asking Eddie to wait as they make no attempt to move an inch from each other's personal space, "I'mfine-okaygoodbye!"

He clicks the radio off completely and tosses it on his dresser, paying no mind to the fact it sends his Little League trophy toppling onto the carpet.

[quantum1mmortality]

Can you do Kung Lao with a breeding kink?? Cause I feel like he would’ve been told as a kid to have a lot of kids so that the great Kung Lao legacy doesn’t die-

Anon I am madly in love with you we're getting married

No but UHHH general NSFW hcs with Kung Lao bc you didn't give me a plot to work with(guys give me plots or just ask for hcs idc)

Tw/cw: AFAB reader, pure horniness, a lot of sort of vanilla but also kinky stuff at the same time

Not proofread but are we surprised

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He ABSOLUTELY has a breeding kink. I don't even think it's because he was told from a young age he has to carry on the Kung Lao legacy, he's just super into it

Like yeah, he definitely wants kids and doesn't want to disappoint his elders by not carrying the bloodline, but he'd do it just for shits

Like bro literally loves cuming inside, he's so obsessed with how your walls hug him in and how your pussy looks when he pulls out, leaking everywhere. Depending on the night, he'd either finger it back inside you, skip aftercare and cockwarm you, or eat you out. He's into it all

He's very obsessed with getting you pregnant with multiple kids. He'd be such an amazing dad and would train all of your kids equally, but he would have his first born son but the next Kung Lao, as per tradition.

I feel as though he'd also be into pregnant sex. He's definitely a lot more passionate and gentle than he would be if you werent carrying his kid(not saying that he isn't passionate and gentle normally). Hed be so in love with you and the fact that you're carrying his baby and would give you literally anything you want. A certain pregnancy craving? He's on it. You're having pain somewhere? He's got pain meds and he's ready to give you a massage. And you bet your ass he'd eat you out for days.

Hear me out on this: blood kink.

Am I projecting? Mayhaps. I'm sorry seeing a man like drenched in blood UGGGGGHHHHG

okay but he like

Definitely has a blood kink

Not in the traditional way tho

Like if you have a cut or something and you start bleeding he's not gonna pop a boner

I'm saying he's hardcore into period sex

Like OHHHHHY GOOOOODDDDDDD

No okay he isn't going to fuck you when he finds out you're on your period(unless you want him to)

He's gonna take care of you. He'd absolutely buy you tampons/pads and menstrual cramp pain relievers. You'd text him and say you're on your period and 30 minutes later he'd show up with a basket full of pads, pain relievers, your favorite ice cream, chocolate, and a teddy bear. Every. Single. Month.

If you were to ask him to he'd be on his knees in MILLISECONDS to eat you out. He'd take you anyway you want him to. On the couch, against the wall, he'd fuck you in the Shaolin temple if you asked.

Overall he's an incredibly sweet lover. He can be cocky at times but he'd let you put him in his place. He definitely loves giving and receiving praise, he'll slap your ass if you asked him to but he doesn't degrade you. You're too important to him and he loves you too much to hurt your feelings, even if you'd want him to

He also prefers giving oral. Most of the time he'd rather eat you out than eat the dinner you made for him

He does like blowjobs tho

He just overall likes being close to you and is the KING of aftercare. He's so gentle and he's so sweet about it. We love him

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A/n: got my boyfriend into Mortal Kombat. His favorite character is Kung Lao because he has a cool hat. He calls Kung Lao hat guy and when I told them about Raiden he started calling him pointy hat guy. They lost his shit when I said they were friends

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 7

MASTERLIST

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6

Roy Kent x Reader

Little wait for this one, I wanted Chapter 6 to marinade a bit 😂

More spicy spice so enjoy!

Chapter 7

The next day you were again woken shortly before 4am again with a breathtaking kiss.

“Oi, not fair. Did you know I’m statistically less prepared to defend myself from some weirdo attacking me at this stupid time in the morning?” You roll over, mumbling into the pillow. You remember that he doesn't even need to be awake, "also, why the hell are you awake? Go back to sleep. You’ve got a match later." He doesn't respond, so you open one eye, 

"How do you know that?" He asks, pulling you against him. 

"Saw it on Tiktok. Sleep now." You nudge him, wiggling back down. 

"Stop wiggling." He says, his voice low in your ear. You stop, and close your eyes but after a few minutes it's clear that you are, unfortunately, awake. You sigh. "What now?"

"You woke me up." You complain. “If you think I’m going to be woken up at 4am every morning, you are very much mistaken,” he slips a hand over your thigh, pulls your leg up and hooks it back over his own, opening you up to him. His hand comes back around to your centre, “I will just never spend a night with you again and-” you cut off with a gasp as he slips two fingers inside you and pumps so agonisingly slowly,

“You were sayin’?” He kisses the back of your neck and you arch your body towards him.

“I’m not staying again.”

“No?” You feel him rock hard against your back and your willpower is all but gone. “Sure about that?”

“No, ohhh fuck, Roy-”

“No,” he laughs softly, “didn’t think so.” You roll onto your back and pull him over you, pressing your heels into the back of his thighs to guide him into you. It’s still so dark in his room that you can hardly see him so you let your hands lead you. Up his arms, over his broad back, down to squeeze his thigh, back up and into his hair. He matches you with each roll of your hips. It’s slow and lazy and there’s so little space between you both that the friction is to die for. The darkness makes you both quieter, his whispered affirmations, praise and moans are dizzying. He takes you over the edge with him and you’re both asleep again almost instantly.

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Roy had suggested that you stay again. He had said that while pressed against the glass of a shared shower with you on your knees for him, though. His hands had tangled in your hair and he'd garbled promises you weren't sure he'd remember in five minutes, let alone five hours so you weren’t actually sure where you were staying that night. You were going to the match at midday with Sara and Phoebe which meant coded conversations over Phoebe’s head.

“Go on then.” She prompts.

“What?”

“No.” She points, “no. I got blank stares from him yesterday until I mentioned your name and he went all doe eyed. What’s going on?”

“If you’ve spoken with him then surely you already know?” You suggest, trying not to smile. She glares at you and you’re suddenly worried that she’s not ok with any of this. “Ok, fine. I popped in to see him the other night after I’d taken Lex to her dads… I may have stayed the night. And last night as well. And possibly tonight - yet to be confirmed.” You had to whisper most of your reply so Phoebe didn’t catch on. “Shit, are you mad?"

"No! Fuck, sorry, it's the Kent genes - resting bitch face. God, I'm not mad! I have like 1000 questions - at least 997 I don't want to know the answer to since,” she dropped to a dramatic whisper, “he's my brother.” She grinned and gestured down to Phoebe, “She’s going to be so happy!” She mouthed. “Are you ok? I mean, I’m assuming the answer is yes, since you stayed more than one night and didn’t leave immediately?” She cackled. You nod, stealing a glance down at the pitch as the halftime whistle sounds. Roy turns to the stands as the teams filter off the pitch to catch your eye.

“Yeah, so far so good. It’s… different.” Sara cocks an eyebrow.

“Now I’m in torn territory - do I want to know or not?” You wave her off,

“No! I mean, yes, that’s very different too - I’m not used to feeling so…” you flap your hands around a bit, trying to find the right words, “wanted?” you whisper. “In all ways. But y’know, it’s very, very early days. I have no idea what’s going to happen, or how it’s going to go. I’m just trying to protect myself, and Lexie.” She smiles at you,

“I think you wouldn’t have gone over there if you were that unsure. You wouldn’t just, y’know, do that with anybody. And neither would he.” She points out.

“Yeah?”

“Remember what we said at the beach? Honestly, that’s not his style.” You know it’s true so you concede and carry on with watching the match. The team wins - they’re so close to winning the whole thing, the whole town feels like it’s on tenterhooks.

“Congratulations.” You smile after the match, you can see in how he clenches and unclenches his fist that he wants to touch you, but Phoebe is bouncing up and down on his other arm chattering on about how she can’t wait to see Jamie. 

“We’re going back to mums, you coming?”

“Only if you want me there?” Phoebe spots Jamie through the crowd and races after him, Sara has to book it after her. His hand finds the small of your back guiding you over to them,

“I want you every fucking where.” He whispers in your ear as you reach the others. You have a fun but fraught afternoon, Jamie comes too and you can see how he keeps engaging Phoebe. You're not sure whether it’s a help or hindrance having him around. He keeps Phoebe and her nan occupied enough that Roy can use any excuse to find little ways to touch you, but he’s also very perceptive and can’t seem to fathom why one of Phoebe’s friend’s mums is there. Sara claims you as her best friend and it appeases him. You’re very nearly caught with Roy’s hand halfway up your top in the far end of the kitchen but just as Jamie is about to turn and see you, Phoebe calls out to him to get his attention. By the time he turns back around, there’s a couple of strategic metres between you both. Your phone buzzes late on with a message. 

Please tell me you’re stopping at mine again. You smirk and fire off a reply,

Is that you asking nicely?

I asked nicely this morning

Surprised you can remember anything you said this morning

I remember everything about this morning

You look up to see him trying to hide a smile behind his beer bottle. You’re barely inside the front door when he’s backing you against the wall and there’s probably some kind of record beaten in just how quickly he makes you come.

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The kids are back at school, you haven’t enjoyed a 4am wake up for three days, you’re still jobless, you’re expected at a gala with Roy’s co-workers in two days, and you still haven’t found anything to wear. He’s offered his card (multiple times) for you to ‘buy whatever the fuck you want as long as I can take it off’. Switchover day for Lexie is tomorrow, closely followed by the gala. It’s been a busy few days so despite school runs you haven’t even seen Roy for a good few days. Sara has collected Lexie on your behalf so you swing by on your way home to pick her up. You peek around to say hello to the girls sprawled out on the sofa and then you’re dragged to the far end of the kitchen.

“So the Gala huh?"

"He told you?"

"He said you were stressing over what to wear, suggested I take you to find something while he hangs out with the kids this evening." At that, the front door opened. "I'll let you have a couple of minutes alone since you haven't seen each other for such a long time." She rolled her eyes in jest. 

"You're both sneaky." You point out as Roy's arms wrap around you. 

"Not true," he says into your ear. "Thanks, dickhead." He smiles at his sister. Sara gives him a little salute and grabs some snacks to take to the girls. You turn in his arms, "Fuck, I missed you."

"I missed you. Had to watch that press conference for a fix, and then you made me cry." You laugh. 

"I need to try and keep my hands off you for half a week. Think I’ll manage as long as they're on you as much as possible for the other half a week."

"Deal." You may have been apart for half a week, but you've spoken every day. 'Lexie' days are in his calendar for at least the next few weeks. "I have a big problem." You whisper, he looks down between you both making you snigger. "No, you idiot. My problem is that it's been way too long since you last kissed me."

"Shit, that is a big problem," he agrees.

"It gets worse," you pause for dramatic effect, "If you do it now, I'm not going to want you to stop and we'll get in trouble with your sister and the kids."

"I mean, that sounds like a problem for you more than me. Cos I'm going to fucking kiss you anyway."

"You have to be in charge of stopping then." He's halfway to kissing you when he stops, 

"I think I like the sound of that a bit too much." You smirk and meet him in the middle, snaking your arms around his neck.

“Right, that’s time up.” Sara came back through with her eyes covered. “We’ve got to go and get you something wonderful to wear.” Roy reluctantly lets you go with a final kiss, and then goes to make his presence known with the girls. You’re barely out the door when they’ve put a tiara on his head.

~~~~~~~~

You’re not having much luck with a dress.

“This one?” You step out of the changing room for what feels like the millionth time.

“Nah, too plain.”

“I hate this. Is it too late to just not go?” You go back behind the curtain and take the dress off. There’s two more left to try, one baby pink and one royal blue. Chelsea blue you think, taking the dress from the hanger.

“You can’t not go, he wants you there. Plus, think of the afterparty” She winks before making a fake vomiting sound. “God, it pains me to have to think about my brother in this context.”

“Ha! Sorry. Oh holy fucking shit.” You squeak.

“What? Ugh it’s not the pink one is it? I only picked that one up because the sales assistant suggested it. Is it gross?” She laughs. You step out of the changing room and her jaw drops. “Fucking hell. Hang on, stay there, what’s your shoe size?”

“6, why?” She disappears back into the shop and is back in a matter of seconds,

“I saw these on our way in here. They’re perfect.” She hands you the highest gold glitter heels you’ve ever seen and you step up into them, holding her hands for balance. She steps well back to take in the full effect. “That’s it - that’s the one. And it’s Chelsea blue, he’s going to lose his fucking mind.” You look in the full length mirror,

“The slit?”

“Is perfect, stop worrying.”

“The neckline?”

“He’s seen you naked love, it’s perfect. You are wearing the shit out of it.”

“It costs half my mortgage Sara!” You look at the tag.

“If I recall correctly, I’m under strict instructions to tell you - and this is word for word, obviously, ‘that’s not your fucking problem, buy the dress’. Such an eloquent man, my brother.” You’re torn,

“I’m not a charity case Sara,”

“I know. Look, he does this, it’s not about the money or thinking you're not independent or any of that shit. What it boils down to for him is that he’s taking away something that’s worrying you - he does it for me. Like picking Phoebe up from school for me, or training Jamie at 4am every sodding day. He finds the thing that’s worrying the people he cares about, and he tries to fix it.” Your eyes swim with tears and you hold your hands up in defeat.

“Ok, I get it. Worry eliminated.”

“Atta girl. Now, let’s go home.” 

“I got rejections from the two interviews I had last week.” You tell her suddenly, the words tumbling from you.

“Ohh lovely, come here,” she pulled you into a hug and you cry on her shoulder,

“I just feel like such an idiot, why did I quit with nothing to go to? And I don’t want Roy to think I’m some sort of golddigger.”

“Why would he think that? He might be a total knob sometimes, but he’s not an idiot. I take it you haven’t told him yet?” You shake your head. 

“Come on. Let’s go, a Roy Kent cuddle makes everything better.” You smile at her,

“A Sara one is pretty good too. Thank you.”

Roy has one child snuggled up on either side of him with a bowl of popcorn on his lap and Encanto on when you get back to Sara’s. You manage to take a very quick photo before any of them spots you. 

“Mum!”

“Hiya poppet. Ready to go?”

“I’ll take you.” You flash him a smile,

“Thank you.” You pack Lexie’s stuff up and say goodbye to Sara and Phoebe, and are outside your front door all too soon. For some reason, Lexie is lingering around the front door so you're forced to wave Roy off with a smile.

“Laters Lex.”

“See ya Roy,” she grins at him. He disappears up the path and you start hustling her upstairs to get ready for bed. She’s still jumping on your bed when the door goes again.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back - start getting ready for your bath please.” You nip down the stairs and pull open the door. Roy Kent is back on your doorstep. “Oh my god, are you the Roy Kent? The really fit coach for Richmond?” You ask excitedly.

“Depends, can I have a kiss if I say yes?”

“Depends how long you make me wait for another one.”

“Tomorrow any good for you?�� He leans on the doorframe.

“I can do tomorrow.”

“Good.”

“Good.” You tug at the bottom of his t-shirt and he steals an arm around your back to pull you into a deep, crushing kiss.

“Tomorrow?” He asks when he’s finally let you go. You can hear Lexie still jumping on the bed upstairs. You let your fingertips brush against the soft skin of his stomach underneath his t-shirt, making him shiver.

“See you tomorrow.” You give him a final kiss and let him go.

~~~~~~~~

You don't have to look far to see him the next evening, but it's still a surprise - he's parked up at the station and is out of the car, leaning against the door waiting to pick you up.

"Get in the fucking car." He grins, pulling you into a kiss as soon as you are in arms reach. "Ted had to ask me three times today if I was paying attention." You turn in your seat to look at him fully,

"Oh come on, that's bullshit!"

"It's true. Had to threaten to punch dicks - they all said I was too fucking happy and I was being 

weird. I think Jamie’s onto me."

"Uhoh. Is the grumpy persona being destroyed?"

"Only around you." He puts a hand on your thigh while he drives, stopping off at yours. “Get some stuff, I don’t want to have to lose you for an hour every bloody morning.” He grumbles. You collect the things you know you’ll need. When you get to his place, he's already cooked.

"I could get used to this," you tease. "So this gala," you ask over some gorgeous Mediterranean vegetable dish, "your co-workers will all be there?"

"They will." He confirms, waiting for you to continue. 

"And your ex?" you add quietly. 

"Keeley will be there, yes." You nod, pushing your food around your plate. 

"I met her once." He's still watching you, dinner finished with. 

"Yeah?"

"I had to run an event she came to for work. She was really sweet." 

"She is. I think you'll like her." He smiles reassuringly.

“And you're sure you want me to meet these people? Your people?”

“Yes, I am.” He said firmly. “You don’t have to tell any of ‘em about us - tell them whatever you want. They can take the piss out of me as much as they like. I really don't give a shit." He continues to reassure you in a number of exhilarating ways for the rest of the night. He leaves you at 4am yet again with a kiss that has your body clenching on nothing, desperate again for his touch. You’re half awake when he returns at 6 but it’s a horrible day outside already so he lets you know he’s going straight in the shower. You can hear the kettle, so you pull on the t-shirt he’s just taken off so you can go downstairs to make tea for you both. It’s not familiar, it’s an old Richmond home shirt. When he comes down, your leaning over the counter on your elbows  reading from your phone and making notes on a scrap of paper while the tea brews. His arms circle you and to your surprise, you feel him press against you.

“Wow, hi.” You turn to face him with a little laugh.

“You’re wearing m’name,” he manages to say gruffly before kissing you roughly. 

“Sorry, I just grabbed it to come down here, I’ll take it-”

“No.” He stops you, “No.” He says more firmly. He rests his forehead against yours, his hips still against you. Oh. It dawns on you. Oh. You kiss him briefly, nodding your understanding and turn back around for him, resting on your forearms. “Fuck,” you hear him, so quietly, “fuck. You wreck me.” He slips inside you with no real warning, filling you completely. He sets a wickedly punishing pace, the angle has you an incoherent mess and makes you come almost instantly. It’s fast and rough and utterly filthy, your name spills from him like a worshipping chant as he comes, dragging another orgasm from you as he does. When you’re able to stand, you turn back to him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his hands soothing the bruises he’s no doubt left on your hips. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-” he starts to say, you shake your head,

“No. Don’t be sorry, don’t be. I’d tell you if I wasn’t ok with something, ok?” You reassure him with a kiss.

[richeeduvie]

can you pls write something about roman seeing baby jr as a newborn in the affair!au

Roman's fucking terrified. His kid isn't his kid and she came out too fucking early. He can't see her - he wants to rip his teeth and push dirt into his gums. Maybe then he'd feel better.

"Roman, you have to stop calling for now-"

"I'm coming. I love you. Don't be a fucking Mommy Bitch. Bye."

He hangs up, rolling his neck. He watches an old video of him and Baby, then emails something to Mencken's team. He sits with knees apart during the car.

Roman's come before, the first time seeing his daughter perfect in how scared and pissy in her being too tiny and needing fucking tubes to breathe.

He chokes and rolls the windows down. She's got his nose, she's okay to be picked up now - but every time he's forced to go home because he's not grey-haired Daddy...he can't sleep. He's getting twitchy and Shiv was pretty sure he was speaking Chinese at one point. She can't die without him there - that's a fucking insane thought, what the fuck? Why did that pop in?

But Roman's sure she'd get fat and not nicu-esque with him there.

"Where's my kid?"

"Roman. You can't just greet a room like tha-"

"Why isn't she here?"

She doesn't have to be in the nicu anymore, he came here to hold her. Where is she?

"They took her for some tests-"

He puts a hand on his hip, another raising up.

"Why? Fucking - why aren't you there? Why does she need fucking tests? You didn't call me?"

"They're routine tests. She's alright. They'll be bringing her back soon."

Roman gets shifty with his head movements and pinches his nose before letting go. Fine. Whatever. He should tell Dad they've been sharing vagina just to punish Baby.

"Roman, come here."

Roman listens, because it's her. Fine. Whatever. He comes into the hospital bed at her side, it's almost a hard landing.

"How was Dad today?"

"He's coming to visit later."

Roman's pretty sure he's gonna be better at this than Logan, that and the vagina holding. He peeks at the tiles.

"I deserve a blowie right now, unzip. You're probably lying to soothe me, so I'm betting we have some time before they bring the kid back he-"

There's a rolling of wheels and a smiling nurse - their daughter in that fucking glass cage. It makes Roman stand immediately, sick at the instant sight of her like that.

"She's all done and perfect. An a-student already, I'll just transfer her to the other crib-"

"Give her to me."

The nurse's face goes still. They blink an up and down at Roman.

"Are you a relati-"

"You hand babies over to the relevant people who ask. Scrubs don't equate to entitlement, Roberta. Give her to me."

Baby closes her eyes. The nurse sighs and takes his daughter, a bit chubbier - not enough, out of the crib and into his arms. They leave and Roman takes her in.

Fuck.

"She's doing good in weight, I know I've been updating, but you can feel it with every cuddle. Right?"

Roman doesn't say anything with her head to his nose. He doesn't smell that baby smell that's too specific. It's weird, but perfect. Baby watches him and guilt is on her skin, but she won't tell him that - not until he'll want to hurt her for doing to him. He will, even if it's not Roman-like to throw guilt at her.

A daughter so perfect will make anybody do anything.

"...I'm staying here tonight."

"Roma-"

"Dad's not gonna fucking visit. He's a great sort a Dad...I would know, I'm not gonna complain - but she didn't die, so he's not gonna make the daily check-up a priority. I'm staying here tonight. Don't fucking deny me."

Panic eats at his stomach. Roman fucking hates it, he doesn't get it and he wants to fist everything he doesn't get because he's thinking of his baby getting skinny and freaky-looking like sick babies do. That she's gonna die and he won't be there. Roman doesn't know why he's thinking of this, but it's hurting him.

"Please."

He feels pathetic in the begging, but he has to stay here so she can follow his breathing. He's been reading up on how babies learn and it's always very mimicky.

"...They'll wonder why you're setting a cot up here when you're her brother-"

"Shut the fuck up."

Roman murmurs it against his tiny, tiny baby's head. She's the most perfect thing he's ever seen and he wants to throw up. He fucking hates this panic and boiling...like what daddies feel. All of it without the damn name on his tag.

"I don't want to love her."

Baby's face softens, her hands twist.

"What?"

"You should've told me she was Dad's. I want to break my throat at the way I feel - you've given me nothing but a baby I can't see? And you what me? You're not stupid, you should know."

Roman, so slowly, careful in his terror and love, comes to sit on the ground with his and her's bundled baby.

"You should've told me she was Dad's if you wanted me to be pissy and just pissy about this. You don't me clean and squeaky when it comes to this."

"Okay."

Roman's brow twitches at a baby noise in his arms. His heart beats faster.

"Do you hear me?"

"Okay. I know."

And she does. Baby accepts it with a lean over, hand through his hair. No matter what, Roman will accept a touch from her too.

It's why he'll accept this hand you given him, if it means he can forget. Just for a little bit, with every soft rock and stare at his baby.

[gh0st-eaterr]

4, 13, 18 for the (one or more) sylvari occupying your brainspace lately

(my main three are always rotating in my brain like rotisserie chicken, so wheeee)

popping this under the cut because this will be Long(tm)

Will be answering for my sylvari Abhartach (Av), Oiliphéist (Ophie), and Rhynn

4. How was their awakening? Did something particular happen? What's their first memory?

None of them had particularly eventful awakenings as such, though Av distinctly recalls coming-to and going 'Hm. Body does not match gender, the fuck's up with that?' lmfao.

Ophie is/was a Valiant, i.e 'has a Wyld Hunt', so for him awakening was mostly just...disorienting. 'What do you MEAN I have bullshit responsibilities already, I crawled into this world an hour ago!'

Rhynn remembers the first hours of his awakening and realizing that he...fundamentally had no ability to empathetically connect to other sylvari. A lot of sylvari have this uncanny ability to get a read on each other pretty well, perceive emotions a lot more readily through a shared connection to the Dream -- Rhynn didn't have this. If you asked him nowadays, he'd also tell you he doesn't remember what he dreamt, either.

13. How do they feel about death? Does it make them curious or scared? Do they wish to understand it or do they simply accept it?

Av has a...very complicated relationship with the concept of death -- not even because he's a scholar of necromancy. He's been alive for some 24 years, and dealt with a lot of shit; death, for him, used to feel like it would be a matter of 'sooner rather than later'. Now, years after making a pact of protection with a lesser deity of Grenth himself, he's afraid of not being able to die. He's functionally immortal. There were some...oversights, when that pact was made.

Ophie accepts death for what it is; if it's his time, it's his time, so long as he goes out swinging. It's something he made peace with a long time ago, after he managed to escape the Nightmare Court; if fighting back against them becomes his end, then he takes solace in the fact he went out fighting the good fight. He's had a few close-calls in the past, but the fear wasn't dying as such, it was more 'I'm not done here, yet'.

Rhynn's the sort of egotistical maniac who hasn't really given much pause to the idea of death -- he's under (wrongful) assumption that nothing could match him, let alone best him. With the backing of some of the worst kinds of power the Nightmare has to offer, he thinks of himself as nothing short of a god. There's no curiosity or fear of it, nor understanding or acceptance -- he denies death as something that can (and will) happen to him.

18. [Free space for 3 pieces of trivia about your sylvari!]

Av

He's Soundless, and takes far more solace in revering the human gods than the Tenets of Ventari and the Pale Tree...if you could call his attitude towards the gods 'reverence', even. Dream or Nightmare, he sees both sides as the same set of shackles that people cling to far too much.

He's left-handed! Though dependent on the task, he's just as capable with his right hand as the left. Can only really write with his left hand, though.

Adores cats. He has a sylvan cat by the name of 'Missy', short for Mischief. She's a sylvan cat specifically because he's very allergic to regular cats.

Ophie

He's one of a rare number of people born (or, I guess awoke) without an innate ability to use magic. At all. Which is especially strange and rare for a sylvari, whose entire being is practically saturated in magic. (In our canon we call it being 'Null' or 'null of magic'). It causes Problems.

He did actually used to be in the Nightmare Court. Canon says once you go to the NC there's no coming back, homebrew canon says 'nah' to that notion. Current hypotheses on how this is actually possible boil down to 'being a valiant' or the aforementioned 'utterly fucked and nonexistent connection to magic' making this less of a dire issue.

He's an environmental 'subtype' of sylvari that makes him particularly inclined to wetlands environments. He can hold his breath for a damn long time underwater.

Rhynn

He's something we've dubbed a 'Nightmare aspect holder' -- he embodies a particular facet of the Nightmare itself. Not unlike how Kryptis can be facets/aspects of emotions. Though, we came up with this well before we knew SotO would be a thing (by about a year or two).

He's also something we've dubbed as a 'Shade' -- a particular attunement to shadow magick. It's my take on the Specter class ingame.

(And now for something completely different!) For some reason, my brain decided he's a violinist. Couldn't tell you why, maybe it's that thing of 'asshole villain plays violin' or whatever.

[fallloverfic]

@nnayomaise replied to your post “@nnayomaise mentioned you on a post “i don't think...”:

yeah is definitely more headcanon than something explicity backed by canon, (and i highly doubt they would've said outright either) i actually didn't notice i didn't say its headcanon in there until your reply lol i personally just feel that way because what i said before and that he was essentially thrown away by his parents (seemingly without knowing why) to experience literal otherworldly horrors (demon) and to possibly die

I definitely think there is plenty of room to imagine him as having suicidal tendencies before being abandoned by the demon, particularly because of how his parents have treated him and how he might think he's lost the chance to be with someone he loves.

We know so little about any of his loved ones, that there are just a lot of questions. Does elf society disapprove of his mother having a baby with someone who seemingly wasn't her husband, or were there just awkward whispers? This is additionally fun because elves also have very low birth rates, so how does this juxtapose with "we need to keep our people alive, particularly since so many of them keep disappearing to fuck other races, and their kids can't reproduce" (so probably class and race elements are involved, and it makes me really curious about who Mithrun's biological father was). How do his parents currently think of each other? Was sending Mithrun to the Canaries a way to protect Obrin from the same fate, and/or just a way to be rid of the awkward illegitimate son everyone kept comparing the legitimate heir to? Or was there anger there and his parents (perhaps his father) sent him off to get rid of the embarrassment? Did they want him to die or did they assume he'd do fine because of his abilities, at least in comparison to Obrin? Did they have to send one of their kids to the Canaries and chose the one who was more likely to survive the experience? Or perhaps the one they didn't mind losing? Or was it a convenient way to get rid of one of them, and Mithrun was just shocked they didn't choose the one who looked more like the ideal of elfness? Although Obrin's said that Mithrun is welcome at home, is that wishful thinking on his part, or actually true? As for Sultha, what is she up to? Did Obrin ever act on his interest? What, if anything, came of it? At what stage of relationship was Mithrun with Sultha, and did they stay in contact when he went away to the Canaries, and if not, why? Lots of crunch. I've expanded on it a little in a few fics at this point, and I'm planning to do more.

I'm not sure why they wouldn't say anything about his suicidality pre-dungeon explicitly in some respect in canon, given Mithrun does admit to his later suicidality in canon (and there are lots of extras about him). That doesn't mean because it's not there it's not true, but again, I don't see any evidence for him experiencing it based on what we know prior to the dungeon. The only reason I would kind of expect it to not pop up explicitly is because Mithrun isn't as main a character as some other cast members, so he gets less screentime. It'd be cool if he gets even more expansion in the Complete Adventurer's Bible. He's in at least a couple comics there.

For me at least, it would definitely need more to it, though, because low self-esteem/inferiority complex /= suicidality. While these can be part of the psyche of someone who is suicidal and lead into those thoughts, not all people who have low self-esteem and inferiority complexes are suicidal, just like not all folks who are depressed are depressed to the point of suicide, and same with people who've been abandoned by their parents. But it's nice to imagine all kinds of stuff with him, and how these traits and experiences of his can lead down different paths :3 He's a dude capable of much crunch. And even if it doesn't fit canon, it's fun to do anyway.

[rodismancave]

Headcanon Masterpost (of the most important things, anyway)

Every time I say “Rodimus” or “my Rodimus” it means my own portrayal— that is, not canon.

- My Rodimus is an independent portrayal of him in IDW. I enjoy exploring the intricacies of his brain post war.

- Rodimus is set about 200 years after the war has ended, nearly 200 hundred years since the Lost Light took off, and nearly 200 years since they went on their little personal journey. He has had time to think and truly process all those 4 million years of war— and, well, it’s not very good.

- He no longer wants the title of Prime. He wanted it because he wanted to prove he was worthy of something good, something he could use to top off all that guilt he felt over Nyon and all the people he let die over the course of the millennia, and he looked up to Optimus. He thought if he could be like him, then everything would be forgiven. There’s a reason he converted to spectrialism besides making Drift feel less alien. He really wanted to believe that there was something greater that made him do all that. He feels disgust towards the title now, and though he doesn’t like the implications of his name, he refuses to change it. Hot Rod is just as tainted, and Rodimus reminds him of good things. He didn’t do as many mistakes as Rodimus as he did as Hot Rod.

- All this does… dwell into a bit of religious trauma. He is more reluctant of practicing religion with Drift, and he thinks it’s shameful to pray for Primus or whatever other god. He thinks it’s shameful for himself to do it— he doesn’t care if someone else likes to pray.

- Rodimus picked up a lot of human language while on Earth. I enjoy portraying my Rodimus with a bit of Brazilian swag. If you ever read a post and think “god what the fuck” that’s the Brazilian swag. Or a popular textpost I stole. Which is also very much Brazilian swag. Anyway, point is, he will often say human swears, make reference to human culture, etc— not only because of his time on earth, but also because of the wide variety of Earth movies Swerve manages to make them watch for movie night.

- he’s horrible at object permanence, and if you look like someone from his crew he’ll tend to treat you like so, even if he feels like there’s something wrong. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that he’s a guy. If he was human, and someone he spends time with 24/7 got a haircut, he'd be like "somethings off, but idk what" and then pinpoint it 4 days later if left to his own devices. but it WOULD haunt him the entire time.

- The Lost Light is able to travel back in time and through different dimensions. But because it’s so hard to pinpoint everything, wether it jumped in time or through a different dimension is entirely random and the crew has to wait a while until they manage to figure it out. They can go back to their Cybertron, but avoid it completely.

- His relationships with his co-captain and second in command can be complicated. He certainly likes to be a nuisance, but he is also extremely distant and has a hard time not isolating himself, even if it’s not done on purpose. He does try to mean well, though.

He is not a bad captain. He reads and writes reports, even if they're not the most organized or the prettiest. He does stuff around the ship and he worries about performance a lot more than he shows.

Rung does pop up in the LL eventually after a few vorns worth of regenerating. Rodimus will remember if Rung's right in front of him, but he doesn't remember hes God. He also does get Rung's name wrong, but its more as a "hehe" bit than out of malice.

- he has a very high alcohol tolerance. He needs to drink a lot to get drunk, so going out for Swerve’s is just a group activity he enjoys. He does drink a lot, but because he knows his systems process high grade differently, and that he won’t get drunk without a fight. To him its just a fun activity to endulge his friends. He does pretend to be drunk quite often, though. Fake it till you make it.

- Once he does get drunk, though, he crashes hard and all at once. He tends to be high-functioning when drunk. On the rare occasions when he does get drunk fast (for this to happen he needs to be on a completely empty stomach) he tends to be the one taking charge, unless he feels absolutely safe: then he acts goofy, sad, or silent and distant.

- He loves food. Because he burns fuel a lot faster and runs so hot, he’s constantly eating. Genuinely adores cooking as well. He can make a bombtastic paella. Or whatever the Cybertronian equivalent would be.

My Rodimus is both an outlier and also installed dangerous mods to assist said outlier ability. He runs a lot hotter than others, and sometimes that heat can become damn near unbearable for those around him if he doesn't let some of that heat out. The mods allow him to expell that heat safely, but it hurts a lot more than he lets it be shown. Flaming out is exceptionally painful-- even if he threatens to do it, chances are he won't unless absolutely necessary. He's all bark and no bite. Rising his body temperature to scalding hot isn't painful, though, and hell do it to get people out of his ass. This headcanon is basically on the basis that I do love the idea of him being an outlier but being quiet about it (it gives a glimpse of what Rodimus is actually like: private and reserved) but I also love the idea of him having dangerous modifications for flaming out-- because it also gives a glimpse on his wreckless side.

Rodimus isn't a show-off. He is a flirt, but he will not pick up if you're flirting with him. He is absolutely oblivious all of the time. Be patient--- or not, I suppose. Sometimes he just says shit.

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

DBD episode rewatch: EP 3!!!

yadayada, autofill, no proofreading we die like Maxine

I never realized that last ep was the first time Crystal learned about the rules of who can see dead people

WAIT EDWIN SAID IT WAS DANGEROUS okay watching these recaps IS helpful bc CK literally *knew* Edwin would be in danger in the town and therefore forced to comply with him, and pressured to get it over with quickly. Fuck him.

MONTY

these ghosts have a lot of issues

I bet that foot is one of Angie's crumbs

Dorian Gray

tbh for a while I thought that since the image thing is "low magic" then it must have been the wraith who cursed the tape. at sind point I abandoned that but I don't remember why...

I really think Charles likes Crystal for reals bc until this episode she had not shown interest in him and has in fact declined his advances, so when he says "your case is still our favorite" it that voice, it isn't as if he thinks she 'needs' a man, like his people-pleaser self would have given up days ago were he not the one interested. Nobody here is really giving him pressure or advice regarding Crystal like they do in some media depicting a certain comphet boy, and even if they were, Charles has thus far given no indication that his flirting is part of his fucked up mediation tactic coping mechanism. I don't really see the reasoning behind denying his feelings for Crystal even if she isn't the only one, but I do see him all smiley around her. IDK that's just where I'm at for the moment but feel free to correct me in the askbox, and I might write something more articulate later if I feels like it.

Where do I recognize the actor of this ghost woman Susan???

If Susan inherented the house, either the wife owned it or the husband had no living family. I bet these girls didn't have any grandparents whose house they could hide out at, only the aunt.

do we ever see Susan move on?

she must have saved those coins to get herself something nice. she never got to spend it the way she intended.

OH. he feels better after exploding. he had to get it all out. OH

Also, tangibility rule loredrop!! I wonder if they can touch water to wash ask the shit out. presumably so, as his ghostly body appears to retain moisture based on the contents of his skull.

Crystal is trying a very straightforward approach to clearing the air.

she assumes he'd be 'fun'. like that is a pretty specific word. Like. she's put thought into that.

WHY DOES HE SAY THAT LIKE AN INVITATION

Edwin doesn't want to provide third party "conjecture", as in a baseless opinion. He won't weigh in until he's *been involved* with one of them(Charles). haha okay I'm done. But he definitely IS giving an opinion, so he was lying.

Of course you're going Niko, you're cool as hell

I want to know her top three favorite public buildings to visit

I like that she compulsively grabs the colormatched coat

Does he even register the jealousy comment? All I see is his tounge in his teeth and the collar pop. We know it's red, man.

was that a howl??

she is so DONE with that joke

where'd all that wind go whenever the other two leave the library?

So Jenny "documentaries" Green is all of a sudden weirded out and scared when it's her own town.

I like that his woman outfit matches his usual outfit

HYSTERIA mention number TWO!

and she fires right back with calling him gay. I mean, she's right.

Has Niko had a crush who lined someone else before, it is she talking about her gay manga?

Die Edwin think that Niko means Crystal instead of Charles? DOES SHE MEAN THAT!?

I mean if Edwin thinks she's talking about Crystal, no wonder he was so confused. they argue a lot.

Niko is so off-task but Edwin is watching the desk LMAO

"look what happens when you get married" you're so right Maxine. Cleaning up must be so difficult.

Maxine is so frickin cute

of COURSE this is when they introduce her. Nobody just "snaps" there's always a pattern. anyways, I'm not sure what the point of this comment is lol..

Investigators are baffled. gossipers are inventing *reasons* for him to snap. the truth practically buries itself.

"It's bad for my health"

why is esther so willing to give info??

I like how Jenny cocks her head. she is LISTENING. she's curious

NO WIND. Well, no wind at the Butcher's either. weird.

MONTY. I may be aroace but I would have kissed him right then /jk

he's so fucking adorable

I wonder if the coma thing is actually true. Like up till now I have assumed that Monty's proximity to Esther counted as a 'supernatural experience' that allowed him to see ghosts, or that he could because he isn't human. But what if Esther rehabilitated him after hitting him with her car (we already know how badly she drives) because she loves birds, and that's when she took him in as a familiar? Anyways, mother issue angst writers, eat up.

I love the little hand thing he does when he counts the cats

Niko wants him to get laid so fucking badly.

she said "he could fix him"

I think she wants Monty to explain what being with a ghost is like. /half joking

bro tf you mean "enjoys ghosts"? enjoys then how? where?

Also, being a man of science and not believing astrology is so fucking funny if you're a literal ghost who knows that he'll and the grim reaper are real. for all you know some girl is making cute little star patterns to magically control you.

the LEAN

"I have a strict reputation" of being an asshole? you're supposed to be the guy who makes clients matter, what's wrong with your boyfriend knowing you can be nice?

I fuckin love the Notary <2 I'm a whore for specificity.

those handmaidens just fuckin stand there, don't they. what is their job, exactly?? Also, working in an office building on the same assignment as my sister sounds like hell, why would they agree to that.

there's something to be said about nobody knowing what to do for decades, then the pros show up with less than a 12 hr deadline.

Edwin. listen to him.

why have the people across the street not move out after hearing that fucking song every day??

they are all wearing jackets. inside their own house.

I think the glare of the glasses helps disguise the direction Brandon is looking, but it also makes the wife(who's name I forget) eyes look whited out lmao.

the older sister guarding the younger one is soo

the younger one reminds me of Prim Everdeen. also carrying that rabbit thing at age like, thirteen, is so real.

nice use of closure, showing us the bloody stuffed bunny.

the way the girls sit still before it happens

why does the music work but the TV is static?

Has Charles said that 'sit there and watch' line twice? hold on lemme rewind (get it? like a tape?)

nvm he said a different thing the first time.

Edwin tries to stop Crystal from leaving??

Did nobody see Crystal go in earlier? no Ring camera?

Tell him Crystal. your trauma is valid!

the Prim girl asks her mom to be the one to talk to Brandon

aw that stressed and scared girl

slightly different angle, you can see his eyes this time.

is the axe fake? are those lights fake? do non-psycics see the lights turn on??

her Tounge&Tails shirt!!

They are NOT shy about the gender themes in this episode!

ofc he knows The Shining as a movie.

wait the clock got left in the house and it still works but not in a ghost way like the rest of the house, but rather tells the real time? is that what's going on??

side note: I love the aesthetic choice of not showing us the mother's death sound, but giving us four seconds of her face after dying but before falling

And during the thunder, there's a weird color filter. interesting.

I'm sure y'all don't need me to explain Charles' face

why the nose wipe?

oh wait the living (well) room has symmetrical decorations

Her heart necklace kind of reminds me of the Light of Heart (I've got Thoughts on that artifact too, but those are for later)

I love all the color choices and lighting stuff in this episode!!

fish eye shots??

Ed's at the head of the table, a seat that, according to my family members, traditionally belongs to the chef. Then again, he may just as well be at the opposite end, I don't know what the difference is.

sorry for the out of order notes, I have been going back and forth a little bit.

LITTY AND KINGHAM!! the real brotp!

why did she SHUFFLE like that??

HER HAIR? Y'ALL DID THAT!

wait who told those two about the house?

it must be so hard for them, being stuck in the dark. not being able to make choices. No, YOU'RE making it about Monty.

This house is so nice wtf?? I bet their attic is furnished.

Are those degrees on the wall?

I wonder what is the significance of only Crystal hearing the Wraith? What makes her different than those two?

A PINK BOOK WITH IMPORTANT INFORMATION

Hope must be the older one because she mentís graduating high school in her diary. if that is her room, that means her mom's nightstand held the acceptance letter. Her mom was protecting her. She even played dumb when her husband was holding an axe. holy fuck I will cry

eggshell line! important because parallels!

honestly they get Charles' relationship with his dad so close to comic canon in this series, even with all the changes.

ooh it's 11:11 irl rn!! make a wish!

someone better than me at face expressions explain what's going on before Brandon shoots himself bc he is unreadable to me.

it's all about control with him. they can't leave him because he wants to control them.

MUSIC

Is Litty wearing ballet flats??

you didn't "almost die". these two freaks damn near killed you! why did Niko never confront them about that??

what is she grabbing from the kitchen?

circle thingy again.

wait I just saw the butterfly thingy over her closet, a symbol of transformation. Also, she has a lot of striped clothing. especially blue and horizontal.

is she growing grass in a pot?? WAIT THERE'S A NIGHTLIGHT UNDER THAT TABLE aww

what is that weird skinny door?

that is an odd place for a toaster

why does the sprites' dead flower look healthier now?? it's DEAD

wait he says Bye back even though she left aww. and look at Litty's little facceee. They actualy miss her. I'm sad for them even though they are so mean :(((

doing all of what by yourself? manipulating Niko somehow? Also these two have Issues and are taking out their anger on eachother the moment any third party leaves the room. they're so siblings.

Edwin SOUNDS like he means 'what's ur deal bruh', but listen to his voice when he says "you're not yourself at all" he is worried for Charles :((

Do you think Charles ever thought about doing that to his own father?

getting yourself stuck in the loop doesn't change the result. reacting to the cycle can't break it. what the fuck. holy crap. this show is kinda heavy.

this room makes no sense. what is that random glass door? which wall could that possibly be on??

and now Crystal brings up the cat king cagey-ness. or maybe she just had an ingrained mistrust in people. fuck, I'm sad now.

yayy for getting back in track!

doesn't Charles still have the bag??

IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A POCKET UNIVERSE TO GET STUCK IN A LOOP?? OR A DOORWAY TO ONE?

do you think the wife knew about the secret room?

most unrealistic part of this show is that the recording that creates the loop still works. the VCR or the tape should have broken after the first time it went round.

WE could lose Charles. DAMN STRAIGHT EDDIE! W E. U S. he is learning to be a team player.

that's a weirdass lamp behind Edwin

why does it Look Like That

I love how Crystal and Edwin both said "damn it" when they realized it was David. They're so in sync.

what happy thoughts do y'all think she was thinking?

David's dialogue is so fucking funny.

Also I love that Crystal has just a little but very obvious 21st century-specific vocabulary. things like body count to mean sex not killings, and fuckboy. it adds to the fact that these characters are all from different times, different cultures and have to figure out how to communicate to eachother.

OH there's another hint here about Crystal's old personality. David thinks that he being noble is boring and that she used to be fun aka like him. actually, that kinda reminds me about what Shelby said in a later episode.

Go off, Edwin!

If Brandon was moving that bigass thing every time he went in, his wife HAD to know.

wait do any of y'all SEE the actual cameras?? DID THE POLICE EVER SEE THEM!? even if they never find the room, this cameras are physical evidence of what happened. they are "confounded" that he "suddenly" did something awful? no, they didn't care to look into it! fuck them, the deaths themselves weren't witch-related so any human had the ability to find this cameras, but nobody fucking looked.

Brandon looks like he is running away from Charles.

aww Edwinnn

aww Niko

AWW CHARLES

so if she already knew to get that lid as soon as she stood up, she must have already looked it up beforehand. That's cool of her.

So I originally thought that "the sitting duck" referred to the dead duck Jenny was selling in the window, but maybe it refers to Charles not interfering with the whole thing.

some ppl are sweeping the sidewalk :) how nice

what exactly IS the "die and go seek" maneuver?

no curb, but the cement planters protect the sidewalk from cars parking onto it. Both of those things probably make the sidewalk pretty well wheelchair accessible now I think about it. no searching for curb cuts, no going into the road Brevard if an obscured pathway!

though personally, I'd like to see some benches. maybe not here, as they'd get in the way of the sidewalk, but walking that far always hurts my feet.

Crystal totally checks out Monty XD

what are those posters on the tree? and that cardboard in the alley?

EDWIN'S FUCKIGN EXPRESSION

"I was polite, wasn't I?" "Yeah, you did good" <- ESSAY MATERIAL

phone number=reach him whenever Esther wants?

guys what does it mean when Venus is in the fifth house? I googled it once and every result was drastically different!

hey I'm thinking about the green outfit rn. if the green doesn't actualy mean emotional stability, does it mean fear? like, Niko was afraid of the house, then she was afraid of losing her friends. Mick wanted the red glass bc he was afraid of being stuck as a man.

wait the fakey shake shack sells booze?

who gives a shit what the cat king thinks

what is Esther even doing?

like she sounds so fucking surprised. if your little spy is there already why do you need to double spy on the spy?

funky perspective

SYMMETRY

WINDOW!?

WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A WINDOW

what are those doors? why are there elevators in there??

[aethes-bookshelf]

Heyyy, your one of the people I’m following posting non-stop about Astarion. I need your help. I’m trying to avoid triggers while playing Baldurs Gate Im curious about Astarion since everyone I follow on Tumblr has been reblogging him non-stop but…

On Does the Dog Die it says that Astarion has some stuff that’s pretty triggering in his backstory that implies a lot of sexual violence and that’s super triggering. Is it possible to skip dialogue associated with that? When does it happen so if I know it’s coming I can just not look/listen and skip through the dialogue or something. Or is something that comes up often in his story?

hey, anon! sorry getting to this ask took so long, i completely missed it in my inbox ;;

Astarion's SA is one of the biggest parts of his personal quest, so i'm really not sure if it's possible to entirely avoid it when playing the game/romancing him. the main moment when it comes up is his dialogue in act 2 [SPOILERS BELOW CUT]

there's two variations to this dialogue: one after killing the orton and one after defending him from the blood merchant in moonrise towers. it's either-or, so you can only get one version of it. then it comes up again in cazador's palace. i think it also pops up somewhere else in act 3 (if you go to his old 'hunting' spot in wyrm's crossing, i think??). oh, and then there's the drow thins scene after completing his personal quest (he disassociates mid-act); this one's optional though.

unfortunately i'm not really sure what to do to avoid it, but from my own perspective as a survivor - it's handled very gracefully. there are no details of what happened to him. whenever he talks about it, he mostly says 'he had to get on his back for crumbs' and later implies that some of the people you meet in cazador's dungeon hurt him. but, again, there's nothing too explicit happening. so i suppose it all comes down to what you're personally comfortable with.

(although if you take halsin with you to the drow twins and talk to him after, he'll reveal he'd been SA'd as well; this one's not handled too well though. i know that's not what you asked about, but i thought it'd be good to mention it as well!)

[pain-is-too-tired]

As much as I love Percy and Annabeth,I honestly think it would've been cool if they were set as background leaders back at camp and instead side characters from the first arc were in their place instead.

Or have Annabeth but not Percy.

Percy of course is the big hero of the previous books, but you can have him there without him being a main character.

Give Annabeth a turn in a bigger spotlight.

Nico being part the 7 would be cool, but honestly I find it interesting him being a hero despite not being part of a big prophecy. That's just how Nico is, he just pops up. Maybe he's mentioned in a mini prophecy but not a big one. Yet he still a hero in his own right.

Characters I think would be cool to have instead of Percy and Annabeth.

Pollux: I just think he's cool, and imagine if he's the one switched just as he's going(I assume) to college. Life my boy just makes it to adulthood, after losing his twin brother and nearly dieing himself, and he just gets kidnapped and memory wiped.

Malcom: This is if both Percy and Annabeth are replaced because I don't want to have double of the Godly Parent for two of the seven. (Which add to another reason not to have Nico as part of the seven)

But if wanting to still do the Mark of Athena, having Malcom would be good replacement.

Also I would want to see Annabeth upset he's missing too if he's one switched. I love sibling dynamics and that's her brother I know she's gonna be ready to throw hands with Hera there too.

Also, be cute to see Percy trying to keep Annabeth calm over her missing brother.

Katie: Again more so if Annabeth is taken off. I still would like to have another female character still on the team. Idk I just don't want the 7 to be even more mostly guys.

Would be cool to get to know her more and having Daughter of Demeter main character before meg. We know she isn't year round so think having her deal with similar consequences of trying to finish up what she missed if she was the one taken. If not knowing more about school and family would be cool.

One of the Stolls: Nothing too in mind for them, other then maybe getting thoughts on how they felt about Luke or the Titan War. Maybe if Rick really wants to pull the mostly couples thing Travis and Katie together? But other then that I think it just be cool to see their view of things.

Michael Yew: Honestly this is more for a kinda twist character. Have him when he fell get taken by Hera(less favorable) or Gaia or someone who later sides with Gaia who was on Kronos' side then. I think it could be interesting if another(Annabeth or second character) gets switched, does on quest with Hazel and Frank and they find Michael in a hazed state with whoever has him. Lot people have made Michael Yew still being alive theories and this kinda what got me thinking of this au because I honestly can't see him being alive and not coming back to camp unless he has no memory or held by someone.

Chris Rodriguez: Honestly I just think he'd be a fun character to get a pov of. Especially if he's the one switched? Having to get memories of the Labyrinth back? That would be interesting.

Not just that but he is one the few alive characters we know who use to be on Kronos side and switched. It would be cool to see him struggled with what effects that might have on him and especially with gaining trust from others.

Also, just imagine him only remembering Clarisse at first and he mentions something about her that sounds crazy to others out of context and he's just like.

"I miss my wife...i miss her a lot."

It would especially be hilarious in place of that Percy mentioning Capture the Flag scene when Hazel is so confused and Chris just casually goes.

"Yeah, it's like capture the flag...Clarisse lost desert privileges for a month once from knocking a kid out pretty bad...I think.." and he's saying it so casually and Hazel's just :O

Also,Clarisse having to be reign in before they find out what happened because Chris is missing and she just lost Silena and she also nearly lost him before too and she's so stressed and upset about loosing another significant other.

And like seeing a similar scene to in boo where Will has to calm her down.

Also, Couch Hedge letting Chris borrow his stuff for Iris Messaging so he and Clarisse can talk. Clarisse being very protective of Mellie back at camp why Couch is protective of Chris in return.

Him not really being open about his past, maybe it gets brought up by a enemy maybe they end up in a situation that effects him.

Him trying to be supportive of Nico and sympathizing with him after he's rescued.

Just being interesting.

Anyway this just rambling dhdg I love idea of bringing background characters to the front and exploring them more. ^^ and honestly the idea of Percy just being a background leader type would be interesting ffgdg

And he'd actually get a break. My gods, Firestar got more of a break then he does 😭

I just got home from school and I need to say:

Annabeth being one of the seven is so boring, just because "she and Percy need to be together because they are someone else's couple🥺🥺🥺" don't fuck with me, other than that there's nothing special that puts her in that situation like the others. If Nico was there in her place it would make more sense

This isn't a criticism of Annabeth, it's the script

[februarys-wednesday]

i like the idea that bruce just shows up to league meetings with his birds with absolutely no explanation offered

i mean this man frequently stalks his coworkers and knows everything that's happening in their personal lives and i think he'd forget that HE is the weird one for doing it and not everybody automatically knows when he's acquired a new child

so he just shows up at the watchtower with a new bird and literally says nothing about it . just sits at his chair with the latest robin standing next to him and literally doesn't acknowledge that anything is different and it gets even more confusing when they change their costumes and names 😭

like

20-something bruce: and containing this may be a matter of-flash did you have a question

barry: uh. yeah. sorry, what is that?

20-something bruce: (glancing at 9 yr old dick who has been next to him for 45 minutes) that's robin. obviously. as i was saying,

-

early 30s bruce, who hasn't shown up with a robin for a few years, entering with a nightwing and a jason todd robin:

barry:

diana:

hal:

j'onn:

bruce: what.

hal:

hal: do you like clone them or

-

mid 30s bruce, quietly talking with a clearly-not-sixteen-years-old robin in the corner after being without one for two years:

hal:

diana:

barry:

j'onn:

clark:

bruce:

tim:

bruce: this one followed me

-

late 30s bruce zeta-beaming in with a nightwing, a slightly older robin, and an absolutely BUILT man in a red hood:

barry: did you hire a bodyguard

bruce: no.

barry: whos mr red over there

bruce: you don't remember my second one???

barry:

hal:

diana:

j'onn:

clark:

barry: did. did that one not die

jason: got better

-

later 30s bruce, quietly showing around a blonde robin:

hal:

bruce: don't ask.

hal: i didn't say anything

-

40 yr old bruce, making intense, unbroken eye contact with a black shadow:

clark, leaning over to talk to tim: what are they doing

tim, not looking up from his fancy ipad: do i look like i know that

-

red robin popping in unnanounced in the middle of a league meeting: batman is alive.

barry: who the FUCK are you???

-

batman, some minutes later, trailed by what is CLEARLY a new robin: did red robin happen to pass through here????

barry: i have several questions

-

no-longer-lost-in-the-time-stream bruce, talking to batgirl, black bat, and the signal:

hal: did you get three more.

bruce: no. just one.

hal: i shouldn't have asked, my bad

-

mid 40s bruce wayne, stepping out of the zeta tube: sorry i'm late

diana: not to worry. let's get start-

bruce: i have a few more coming behind me

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

jason: hi

cass: 👋

diana:

diana: ok should we st-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

dick, holding damian like a scowling, sopping wet cat: bruce he's not feeling polite today

damian: HISSS

bruce: okay does he need to go back?

dick: he said he's fine but hes just not feeling polite

diana:

diana: is that the las-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

steph: b i need a hair tie

diana:

diana: so can-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

duke: b did i miss rolecall

diana: no, signal, you did not. let's-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

tim: b alf is mad at you

bruce: why

hal: it's like a fucking clown car

steph: you didn't eat breakfast

tim: you didn't eat breakfast either

steph: shut.

damian: HISSSS

jason: wing. if you do not keep that brat quiet-

dick: hes a BABY!!!!!

duke: you didn't eat breakfast either, timothy

jason: hes a BITCH!!!!!

tim: who the fuck told you????

cass: :)

hal: (storming off, in tears), YOU HAVE TOO MANY CHILDREN.

[lunagojo]

Various Anime Boys when they get Jealous

(a/n: idk im waiting for my lecture to start so might as well do this ;P)

Featuring: Bakugou Katsuki, Satoru Gojo, Megumi Fushiguro, Dabi, and Kyojuro Rengoku

notes: fem!reader, characters are aged up, some mention of harassment, actual murder in Dabi's, modern au in Kyojuro's

Bakugou Katsuki

(my fave angery boy)

Katsuki TELLS himself he's not gonna be jealous, after all, that's something that extras do

But...

When he sees someone else talking to you he can't help the burning feeling in his chest

You're HIS, does that person not know that????!??!?!

Especially when / if the person in question starts to flirt with you or TOUCH you??

Ohhh boy that person better RUN

He will literally pop up in between you and the other person, smacking their arm away from you

"OI WHATYA THINK YOU'RE DOIN', TOUCHIN' MY WOMAN LIKE THAT?!? YOU WANNA GET BLOWN TO BITS, ASSHOLE?!"

He can be heard within a 30 mile radius, he's so pissed

The person just SCURRIES away

"HEY! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, EXTRA!" He makes to run after them but you stop him

"Katsuki, it's oka--"

"SHUT UP! NO IT'S NOT! I'M GONNA--"

"You know, you're kinda cute when you're all jealous and protective. Calling me 'your woman'." You smile sweetly.

Bakugou.exe has stopped working

"Shut up, s'nothin'. Not gonna let some goddamn extra make you uncomfortable." He finally says quietly, huffing and looking off to the side, but the redness spreading across his face is unmistakable

Satoru Gojo

Okay, so...Satoru doesn't really get jealous usually? He knows he's the best and that you love him...

But.

He does like to let people know that you're taken by him.

Since he's a menace (a lovable one, though) he has no qualms with sauntering up to you and whoever is flirting with you, and planting a massive, wet kiss on your lips, wrapping his arms around you

He'll play it cool afterwards, innocently asking what you two are talking about

All the while he has a massive grin on his face and his hand on your hip, squeezing tight

Though if the person doesn't get the message to 'fuck off' somehow, Satoru will tell them personally to piss off

Even he has his limits, y'know

Afterward though he'll ask if you're okay and if they did anything inappropriate to you, he just wants to make sure you're comfortable and safe wherever you go <3 (loml, honestly, i'd die for this man)

Megumi Fushiguro

(pretty boy <3)

He's not usually one to SHOW that he's jealous

Instead he'll just watch you and the person interact, internally sulking

A part of him will definitely feel some doubt, like what if you leave him for someone else? Someone better than him?

It's only after you ask him what's wrong that he'll hesitantly admit to being a bit jealous, a blush rising on his cheeks

He won't say why until way later when you're in private

Please give him a hug, please

That being said, if the person is very clearly violating your boundaries and making you uncomfortable, he will intervene

"I suggest you back away from Y/N. Now."

Megumi is SCARY when he's angry, so the person does just that, apologizing and running off

Will act all nonchalant about the ordeal but his face will be burning ;w;

Dabi

(hnnnghhhhh him <3)

....how do I put this

Um, that person is not gonna see the light of day again

I get the sense that Dabi would be EXTREMELY possessive and protective of his s/o, considering what he's been through, he doesn't want anything to happen to his lover, someone who makes him feel alive again

So, if he sees anybody trying to steal you away from him, he doesn't hesitate

Especially if they're harassing you

You can't even blink before that person is immolated before your eyes

"Tch, as if they'd ever have a chance with you to begin with. C'mon, let's get out of here." He'd wrap an arm around your waist and bring you home, his eyes narrowed

Though later that night he does cling to you a bit tighter, like Megumi, he's terrified of you finding someone else, someone who can make you happier than he feels he can

pls give him kisses

Kyojuro Rengoku

I refuse to believe that there is a single jealous bone in this man's body

He trusts his partner completely and utterly, I don't think he would ever see anybody as a threat

He'd come up to the two of you talking and smile widely, asking what you two are talking about

"Oh, I was just asking if she was single and if I could get her number, man. Think you can help out?" The person would ask

"Oh! Well I am sure she is very flattered, but I am actually her partner!" He'd reply, his smile not fading

One of the more civil ones, will politely ask them to leave if they continue to pester you

But if they do something that discomforts you, then he'll probably twist their arm behind their back, grin still on his face

"I am afraid I am going to have to repeat myself, aren't I? If you don't leave Y/N alone, I will have to intervene further."

Kyo is strong enough to imply that he means it

As sweet as he is, when it comes to you, he'll protect you at any cost

Once the person finally leaves, though, he'll smile at you and whisk you away for cuddles

[mads-weasley]

Coming Home: Part One

Andrew!Peter Parker x Wife!Reader

Coming Home Masterlist

Main Masterlist

SPIDERMAN: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS BELOW!!!

A/N: Okay, now that that's out of the way, it was so much fun writing this fic! No Way Home awakened my Andrew Garfield obsession that's laid dormant for YEARS!! Anyways, I hope you like it. I do not own any other characters other than (y/n) and little Ben.

Summary: When (y/n)’s husband goes on patrol one night and doesn't come back, she starts to worry. Little does she know, he's not even in the same dimension as her and their son.

Warnings: slight angst, you might die of fluff poisoning

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

With every minute that passed, (y/n)'s worry grew and grew. When Peter had left to go on patrol earlier, she kissed him goodbye and told him to be careful like normal. He was always home by 2 in the morning, but he was nowhere to be found. Every now and then, he would be out later, but he always send his loving wife a text saying he'd be home late.

(Y/n) had woken up at 3am to go coddle Ben, her and Peter's 6 month old baby, to find an empty bed beside her. Her heart rate picked up slightly as she quickly turned over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. At first glance, she didn't see a text notification, so she went and double checked every way they communicated. The young woman was known for having a level head and not getting stressed out like many others did. At this situation, though, fear shot through her heart like a bullet, and stress overtook her.

She was about to call Peter but Ben let out a wail, and she was reminded that she needed to get him back to sleep before trying to find Pete. It's what he would want. Walking into Ben's small, red and blue nursery decorated with Spiderman decorations, (y/n)'s vision blurred with tears. She picked up Ben and placed him on her chest.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’s here.”

After a few minutes of rocking him softly in her arms, he slowly fell asleep. (Y/n) gently placed him back down in the crib and quietly left the room, flicking off the light. When she closed the door, a terrible thought popped in her head.

'If something happened, it would be on tv, right?'

Running to the living room with light footsteps, she frantically grabbed the remote and turned on the Daily Bugle. JJ Jameson hated Peter, well, Spiderman, so if anything had happened to New York's resident web-slinger, he would surely be celebrating. To her relief, the headline was the average, "Spiderman: Hero or Menace," that was a constant with Jameson. She let out a shaky breath she didn't know she had been holding.

She started to pace around the room, thinking of what to do next. Whipping out her phone, she called Peter with a hopeful heart. With every ring that passed, her hope began to dissipate. When she got to his voicemail, dread washed over her.

"Hey, this is Peter Parker. I can't come to the phone right now, but just leave me a message and I'll get back with you sooner than you can say Spidey."

It warmed her heart to hear his soothing voice. With a deep breath, she waited for the beep.

"Hey, Pete. It's me. I'm worried sick about you. Where are you? Are you okay? I-Please, please, call me back when you get this, Peter. Ben and I love you. So much."

After calling 4 times and getting voicemail repeatedly, she sank into the couch with a strangled sigh. With everything going on in her mind, she let her composure go for once. So, (Y/n) Parker laid on the couch, crying into her husband's favorite sweatshirt, praying that he'd soon come through the window, and not found in some alleyway.

While his loving wife was crying back at home, Peter was wandering a city that looked like his New York, but was very different at the same time. There was crazy technology that he had never seen before, and as a nerd for all things science, he was obsessed. Swinging into an alleyway, he glanced behind him and saw something that topped the list of weird things he had seen that day: a sparkly circle who's inside looked like an apartment. When the people inside started calling his name, he was even more surprised.

As he walked towards it, he recognized one of the people he loved the most: (y/n). Walking through the portal, he pulled off his mask as he walked and engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug.

"Where's Ben?"

He should've realized that this was not his wife based on the reaction of her and the other people in the room. Her arms were rigid by her sides and the teenagers were yelling at him.

"Whoa, mister. You're not Peter."

"Yeah, I have a boyfriend," (y/n) started. "And who is Ben?"

Backing away slowly, he took in his surroundings. There were two teenagers, a grandma, and (y/n). As he looked at her again, he realized that she too, was a teenager. His eyes widened at this, and memories of them together in high school flashed in his eyes. This was (y/n), but it was not his (y/n). The old woman screamed.

"Hi. Hi." he waved nervously. To his amusement, she threw a pillow at him. "No, no, no. It's okay. It's okay. I'm a nice guy."

"Who the hell are you?" asked a tall girl beside the dinner table.

"MJ! Be nice." (y/n) scolded, and Peter felt comforted by her voice, but also reminded him that she as home waiting for him, probably worried sick.

"(Y/n)! This guy shows up dressed like your boyfriend and our best friend, so I don't know how I'm supposed to be nice." MJ exclaimed.

Peter had to suppress a smirk that threatened to form on his face. (Y/n) and Spiderman were together in this world as well.

"It's okay. I'm Peter Parker."

Their heads whipped to each other with confused expressions before looking back at him.

"No way. You're not Peter."

"I'm Spiderman in my world. But then yesterday, I was...just here. Look, I have my wife and son that I need to get back to."

Their piercing looks softened at his confession. He was lost in a place that was familiar but foreign to him at the same time. (Y/n) was confused by his hug minutes earlier. She wondered why he acted like that if he had a wife at home. (Y/n), being blunt as she was, asked him about it.

"If you have a wife back home, why'd you flip out and hug me?"

The older man let out a chuckle at the similarities between the girl in front of him and the woman he came home to each day. "Funny story, actually. You're (y/n) (y/l/n)."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "How do you know that?"

"Well, in my world, you're (y/n) Parker, my wife. You look exactly like she did when we started dating about 10 years ago." He says with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

She stared at him in thought, and he could see the gears turning in her mind. His smile widened when she began pacing around the room, a habit his (y/n) had too.

"Sting theory, multidimensional reality, and matter displacement. All real?" Peter asked with wide eyes at his realization.

"Yeah." they agreed.

Pumping his fist wildly, "I knew it! Just wait til' I tell (y/n/n)." he exclaimed.

They all looked at each other again, but this time, they looked surprised. "What did you call her?" The boy asked for the first time.

"Uhh, (y/n/n). Why?"

(Y/n) spoke up. "Because my Peter is the only one who calls me that."

~

Since his introduction to Ned, MJ, and this world's (y/n), he had met two other Peter Parkers that were also Spiderman. This world's Peter, labeled Peter 1, filled him and Peter 2, on what was going on and that a few of the villains they defeated were back.

Peter told the other two about Doc Connors and about the cure he had created for the man all those years ago. Before he knew it, they were in a lab, each working on something to save the man they were fighting for the second time. He glanced over and saw Peter 1 and (y/n) talking softly as she comfortingly rubbed his arm. A sweet smile grew on his face, and he turned back to his work, trying not to spy on their obviously private moment.

A few minutes later, Peter 1 walked up to him. "So I heard you're married to (y/n) in your world."

His smile widened at the thought of her. Dang, he missed (y/n)’s smiling face, even if he got to see it here too, it wasn't the same. He also missed the way she'd hold Ben when he was crying, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

"Yeah. She's the love of my life."

"Me too." he agreed, glancing over to his (y/n) across the room.

"It's worth it."

"What is?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

"All this. All the crap you have to go through being a hero. It's all worth it when you get to go home and see her smiling face when you walk through the door at the end of the day. When she's holding your child...It's all worth it."

The man didn't realize he had tears in his eyes until Ned wheeled over on a rolling stool, offering a tissue.

"Been keeping these closeby today," he said kindly.

Peter chuckled lightly, pulling one out of the box. "Thanks, man."

~

The fighting was finally over, and as much as he enjoyed meeting the other Peter's, he was more than ready to be home. The Peters all shared a group hug before the foreign ones disappeared back to their dimensions with a smile. In the blink of an eye, Peter was back in his New York. With breakneck speed, he swung across the city to his and (y/n)'s apartment. Quietly sliding open the window and crawling in, his heart broke at the sight before him.

(Y/n) was asleep, sitting on the floor beside the window with tear-stained cheeks. He pulled out his phone, which was finally working, and checked his messages and the date. It had been a day and a half since he had disappeared. He also had 20 missed calls and texts from her. Cursing softly, he went to pick her up and carry her to their bed, but was cut off by the beginnings of a cry from Ben.

Opening Ben's door, he smiled at the face of his baby boy. He had (y/n)’s (y/h/c) hair, but other than that, he looked like a carbon copy of Peter. He picked him up and sat in the rocking chair in the corner rubbing his back soothingly, trying to coax him back to sleep.

"It's alright, buddy. Daddy's here." he cooed.

This was all he ever wanted in life, and he hoped that the youngest Peter would get it, too. Having an amazing wife and child was the best thing that ever happened to him; 100 times better than becoming Spiderman. If he had to choose, he would easily choose (y/n) and Ben.

Before long, Ben had fallen back asleep and Peter placed him back in his crib, ready to be with his wife. Walking back into their room, she was in the exact same position as before. He picked her up bridal style, careful not to wake her, and placed her in their bed. Quickly taking off his suit, he changed into some comfortable shorts, and slid into bed beside her.

She subconsciously snuggled up to his chest, making his heart melt. He put his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, pulling the covers over them. The motion caused (y/n) to stir and open her eyes slightly.

"Peter?" She asked sleepily.

"Yeah, it's me."

Still half asleep, she peered up at him, rubbing his bruised cheek with her soft hand. Tears filled her eyes.

"I was so worried," she whispered. "I thought something happened to you...where were you, Peter?"

Placing his hand over her's, he replied. "I'm okay. I'll explain everything in the morning."

Her eyes began to flutter shut, and he could tell how exhausted she looked as she slurred, "'kay. love you."

"I love you, too, sweetheart."

As Peter Parker closed his eyes, his own exhaustion hit him and he began to drift off as he lovingly rubbed his wife’s hair. His super-hearing allowed him to listen to steady beat of his (y/n)'s heart; his home. He was finally home.

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Chapter three

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: toxic relationship, cursing, angst, oops

WC: 5K

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"You better have a good fucking reason for pulling me out of her bed tonight," Taehyung growled as he slid into the seat of the car Jungkook was driving. 

"We got a tip that the Chinese are on their way to the club tonight. So it's all hands on deck," Jungkook told him as he drove down the street. 

"Left my fucking gun in the car," Tae muttered. 

"Glove box."

Taehyung popped open the door and took out a handgun. "If any of them show up tonight they're gonna die, and if they don't, it's gonna be you with a bullet in you for pulling me away from that beautiful girl."

"What, her pussy's made of gold?" Jungkook smirked.

"Bitch, it might be. I'll let you know if she ever lets me touch her again." Taehyung sighed regretfully. "It was our first time. Her first time, I think."

"Shit. That's tough luck, hyung."

Taehyung looked out the window as they pulled up to the club. Patrons were still pouring out. Namjoon would have shut the place down as a precaution. It was close to closing time anyway. 

"I'll let her yell at me tomorrow and then we can have makeup sex," Taehyung smiled hungrily.

"Sounds healthy."

"Fuck healthy. It's fucking hot."

"How does Jimin feel about the whole Val thing?"

"It's Jimin. He doesn't give a shit. He wants to fuck everything that moves anyway. As long as I still fuck him when he wants, I don't think he could care any less." 

Jungkook hummed as the flow of people slowed out of the front doors and the two finally got out of the car.

It had ended up being a long and bloody night. After Taehyung had arrived home and washed off all the blood and sex from his body, he wished for nothing more than to be able to slide into bed with you and hold you tight, shut out all the dark things in the world he would try so hard to hide from you. But how long would he manage to keep them hidden?

He slept late, not having gotten to bed until well past 4am. When he awoke it was nearly twelve hours later. He searched around for his phone, but found the battery dead since he'd forgotten to plug it in when he got home. He sighed heavily as he reached for the cord and then dragged himself out of bed. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, doing his best to tame his bed head before going to the closet to pull out a pair of white shorts and red short sleeved button down that youd said you liked on him once. After letting his phone charge a bit, he was disappointed to find there were no messages from you. Maybe you were more mad at him than he thought. He couldn't blame you, and he was just as mad. The only place he had wanted to be last night was in your warm little bed. He promised himself he'd be back there as soon as possible.

He wrote you a text to say he'd see you at the bar, but he deleted it, deciding to surprise you instead. The house seemed quiet when he came down the stairs and he almost thought he'd get out unnoticed. 

No sound preceded Namjoon's voice. "There's a shipment tonight."

Taehyung turned to find the man sitting in his favorite chair, a book open on his lap. 

"I know. I'll be there."

"Thanks for what you did last night." Namjoon spoke without looking at him. 

"Of course. You know I'd do anything for you, hyung."

"Heard about your girl. I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's alright. I'll go pick up some flowers and say I'm sorry. I'm sure it will be fine." Tae jingled his keys anxiously. 

"Good. You should bring her to the club sometime. I'd like to meet her. You seem to be very invested in her."

A dopey smile took over Taehyung's face. "I am. I think that I'm falling in love with her. But-" he took a deep breath. "I just want to keep her away from all this for now."

Namjoon hummed. "If you want her to be a part of your life you can't keep it from her."

"Yeah, well you have Jungkook. You wouldn't get it."

"And you have Jimin."

"It's not the same, hyung, you know it. She's different, and I want to protect her." Namjoon finally looked up at his younger brother to see the hint of desperation in his eyes. "I'm just saying, you can't protect her by lying. Being in her life right now, with everything going down with the triads makes her unsafe, not knowing could put her in real danger. She should at least know who to turn to if things go south."

"She's got me, hyung. I gotta go fix things with her. Bye." Taehyung abruptly cut off the conversation and headed for the door.

"Don't be late tonight!" The older man yelled after him.

Taehyung stopped by a small shop on his way to Little Bar to pick up a bouquet of roses, even if it felt a little cliche. When he arrived at the bar it was dead, with only one older regular nursing his beer in the corner. He didn't see you, only Mariana. 

"Where's Val? I thought she was working today?" Taehyung asked, folding his arms over the back of one of the tall chairs. 

Mariana's eyes flashed from his face to the flowers in his hands and she scoffed. "She was supposed to, but I took her shift, since she can't get out of bed."

"Can't get out of bed? What happened to her?" Panic crept into his voice and he leaned in closer.

"You tell me," she glared. "She was a broken mess when I got home last night and it's your fault."

Taehyung cringed at the accusation. "I didn't-"

"Tae, you can't just leave a girl like that!"

"I– it was an emergency! I didn't have a choice!"

Mariana shut him down and turned away. "Don't waste your breath explaining it to me."

"Gimme your keys so I can go see her. I'll explain." He begged, following her down the bar as she cleaned.

"Hell no. I'm not gonna help you get to her again. It's your mess, you clean it up, culero."

"That's a new one, thanks," Taehyung muttered before he exited the bar with his head hung low. 

Taehyung walked the few blocks to your apartment and looked around. There wasn't anyone on the street. He could yell at you from the gate and try to get your attention. Maybe someone would come and he could convince them to let him in. Maybe they would just call the police. He took another look up and down the street and opted to climb over the fence in one of the vulnerable points he'd spotted weeks ago. In spite of how tall the fence was, the only real difficulty once he got a foothold on the adjoining wall was trying to do it without damaging your flowers, but he managed. He took the stairs two at a time to the second floor, rushing to your door and knocking loudly. 

At first he didn't hear any movement at all and he knocked again, louder and longer, maybe you were sleeping and needed to be woken up. He wouldn't leave until you answered the door. 

"Val!" He yelled your name as he continued to knock for several minutes, and annoyed neighbors peeked through their blinds and cracked doors. "Cmon, Val. Talk to me. Let me explain." When you still didn't answer he finally took out his phone and called you, hearing your phone ring from inside a second later. There were still no movements inside as you let the phone ring out until your voicemail picked it up. Taehyung groaned in frustration, but he was starting to feel really worried. What if you were hurt or sick or something really had happened to you? What if you were gone?

"Valentina, listen to me. At least come to the door to let me know you're okay. Let me fix things. Please." His voice was softer and calmer now. He only had to wait a moment before he heard the creaking of your floorboards. 

"I'm fine, Taehyung. You can leave." Your voice was barely audible from the other side, but he heard it and it hurt his heart. 

"I don't want to leave. I need to see you." You didn't respond, but you didn't move away either. "Open the door, Valentina."

You left him hanging another moment, and when you did finally open the door you left the chain on it. 

"Val, please," he begged, looking heartbroken at the defense mechanism used against him. "Let me in."

"You don't need to come in. I'm fine. Go away." You wouldn't look at his face and he realized things were much worse than he thought. He searched your face for signs of the anger he had expected. But there was no heat in your gaze, no brutal words waiting on your lips. He looked for signs you had been crying, hoping he wouldn't see them yet feeling even more desperate when he didn't. No red puffy eyes or nose. All he found were dark bags under vacant irises, as if you hadn't slept, eaten or even drank any water since he'd  left you. Because he'd left you.

"Baby, I'm sorry. There was a family emergency last night and I had to go. I didn't want to. I swear I would have much rather been with you," he started to apologize. He watched you take a deep breath and close your eyes. A few seconds passed and when you opened your eyes, they blazed. 

"Don't come back here now and make excuses, Tae," you spat at him. 

"I'm not!" He whined. "I should have told you last night but I was in a rush and I didn't know how to explain, so I just left. I shouldn't have left you like that. I'm sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you."

You scoffed at him. "Go back to the club if you're looking for a quick fuck, Taehyung. Stop wasting my time."

"What? No! Is that what you think? Baby, no!" He tried to convince you, and the desperation wasn't hard to sell because he was telling the truth. 

He held the bouquet up to his chest so that you could see them for the first time. 

"Are those for me?" You asked timidly. 

"Of course they are, baby. There's no one else for me, Val."

You considered for a second, lips pouted. "Let me have them."

"Let me in."

"Pass them through the door, and I'll consider it."

Tae caved. He was the one doing the groveling here, afterall. He sighed and slipped the heads of the flowers through the opening in your door. Before he could get them all the way through, you slammed the door on the stems.

"Aw, Val, come on!" Taehyung whined.

"Vete al demonio!" You shouted back and walked away from the door.

Tae sighed and rubbed his forehead harshly. But then he stopped to think for a moment. Anger was his best case scenario. It was easily a step up from sadness and miles above the empty look he'd seen in you before. If anything, your anger meant you had already forgiven him, or at least you were on the way. He just needed to push your buttons a little more and you'd be a mess of kisses in no time. 

"You don't mean that, Val. Now let me in or I'm breaking down the door!"

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"You know I will, Val! You let me in or I'm coming in but I'm not leaving."

"You're such an asshole!"

"I know, baby," he replied calmly, almost in a laugh. "But I'm an asshole who loves you."

Suddenly the door whipped open. "Don't fucking say shit like that right now."

Tae rushed in the open door and scooped you up in his arms. "It's true though, baby, I love you."

You wrapped your legs around his trunk and kicked the door closed in the process. 

"I love you so much," he continued, peppering kisses up and down your neck. 

"Then why did you leave me?" You whined into him.

"I'm so sorry, gorgeous. I didn't have a choice. It really was an emergency."

"You went to see Jimin," you pouted. Taehyung pulled back from you, running over his final moments with you last night.

"My brother was in trouble. Jimin was with him. Is that what's been going through your pretty little head? You thought I left you for Jimin?"

You nodded, lips still pouted. "He called and you left. And you must like him more than me."

Taehyung chuckled. You were too damn cute. "Everyone needs to stop worrying about Jimin. Jimin and I are fuck buddies. We care about each other as friends, and that matters, but I don't love him like I do you, and he doesn't love me that way either. If it weren't my family, which admittedly Jimin is connected with, nothing would have dragged me from you last night. Especially not Jimin. I'm so sorry I left you with doubts." He kissed the side of your face before he kissed your chapped lips.

"Is your brother okay?" You asked, still in pout. Taehyung guessed it would take lots of kisses and maybe a treat or two to get you to stop. That was okay by him.

"Yeah. Everyone is safe now. But I will have to go later to take care of something."

"No!" You whined and buried your face in his neck. God why did he love it so much when you acted like a brat?

"Not until tonight. Right now I'm all yours. Let's go get something to eat and then I'll take you to buy anything you want."

"Can I have you? In my bed?" You asked with open mouth kisses on his neck. 

"Yeah, you can. You can have me for free," he grinned as he rushed you over to your corner. 

You weren't particularly materialistic but you didn't stop Taehyung when he tried to buy his way back into your good graces, because you were desperate to believe he loved you—to be loved period. You were desperate enough for it to ignore the warning signs about who he really is as they piled up. You didn't ask questions about where the money came from for the nice clothes he bought you when he wanted to take you out for a nice date, even though he continued to be vague about what he did for work. He was still hiding details about his family, telling you as little about them as possible. Even when he materialized an apartment out of seemingly nowhere, you didn't ask any questions, not wanting to know the truth.

The time you spent with Taehyung was so liberating when he let you be someone different; it made you feel so distant from who you really were that you refused to see any similarities between your present and your past. You ignored the cringey feelings that creeped up your spine sometimes when he was controlling or overprotective, believing that he just loved you so much he needed to be with you and make sure you were safe every moment that he could, that he needed to know where you were at all times.

The apartment that Taehyung told you he had rented was a studio, not too far from Koreatown. Most nights you stayed there with him after you left work, always with him. He either stayed with you through your whole shift, keeping a watchful eye on everyone who came through the establishment, or he'd come in after finishing whatever "work" he had for the evening. He had told you that he drove around some rich Hollywood type, but the hours seemed irregular—just another detail you would push to the back of your mind so you could sleep in his arms at night. After work he'd take you to his little love nest and fuck you senseless, falling asleep with you held tightly to his chest. He couldn't sleep any other way.

In the mornings, you tried never to linger too long, unable to quiet the voice that told you if you spent too much time in his space, he would tire of you or punish you for it, even though he always seemed to be trying to pull you back into bed. 

He frequently went with you to the gym, saying he had to make sure men stayed away from what was his, until you stopped going altogether because you weren't comfortable anymore. 

But most of the time, when neither of you were working, you had adventures, went to the movies, played on the beach—though you never took your shirt off, much less wore a bathing suit. Taehyung would take you to do practically anything you wanted, everything you'd previously been denied. He fed you such an illusory freedom that you couldn't help but want to be with him. Nights he couldn't spend with you or had to leave because of some emergency left you feeling empty and better, and it terrified you.

And of course you still fought like cats and dogs. You'd complain about how overbearing he was just to have him grab you and tell you how much he loved you. If he wanted you mattered more than if the manner in which he wanted you was correct. At the end of the day, even if Taehyung knew he was making you less and less safe, he made you feel safe. And safe and free were the only two things you'd ever aspired to be. He made you feel so safe that you'd stopped looking over your shoulders and checking locked doors. 

One night in August you were just at the beginning of a closing shift. The place was pretty busy, and Mariana and another girl were working with you. Your back was turned, pouring a draft when you heard Taehyung's voice low and threatening. 

"The fuck you looking at?"

You sighed and turned to see your boyfriend glaring at one of your favorite regulars. "What's the problem, mi amor?"

"This guy was staring at your ass," Tae accused.

"Here you go, Eddie," you said as you handed the man his beer. "Ignore him."

"What? You're just gonna let him look at you like that?" Eddie made the smart move and took his beer away to the farthest corner. 

"He's harmless," you shrugged.

"Oh, so I guess you'd let him touch you if he wanted to, too?"

"Taehyung, stop. If he tried to touch me I'd beat his ass. But he wouldn't, so stop it."

Taehyung laughed. "I'd like to see that, actually."

You crossed your arms and stared at him. "I'll beat your ass too, if you don't quit. So drink your beer and shut up or leave. You're driving away all my good customers." You mumbled as you cleaned a bit of a drink you'd spilled.

"You don't need them."

You laughed loudly. "I need to pay my bills."

He shrugged. "Easy. Come live with me. I'll take care of everything."

You looked over at Mariana and you both rolled your eyes. "Cállate. No digas tonterías," you said quietly.

"I'm serious. I can give you everything you need."

"I have everything I need," you insisted.

Taehyung opened his mouth to argue with you, but his phone rang. He quickly dug the device out of his pocket and turned slightly away from you to talk, not that it made a difference since he was speaking in hushed Korean anyway. Honestly, you were glad for the interruption. You hated conversations like these, when Taehyung's possessive and controlling tendencies crossed your boundaries, even if you couldn't speak of them. It made your muscles tense and triggered a fight or flight response in you that you struggled to control. It made your heart beat fast and your skin sweat, but not as bad as what Taehyung said when he got off the phone.

"I have to go do something for my brother. I'm sorry." He sounded annoyed, bordering on angry, but you felt a little relieved that he was leaving for a while. 

"Okay. That's okay, babe." You kept a blank expression so he wouldn't see how your body eased.

"I'll be back to pick you up when you close," he promised. "Wait for me, alright. Don't go out alone."

"I'll be fine, Tae," you giggled as he met you at the space between two sections of the bar to give you a kiss and grab your ass. 

"I love you. Don't let any of these guys touch what belongs to me."

You scoffed. "I don't belong to you, Taehyung!"

He grinned and pecked another kiss to your lips. "Of course you do."

It made your skin crawl and your blood boil, to be spoken of as a possession. You felt dizzy as you opened your mouth to say something, but he was already gone. 

The night passed quickly with how busy the bar stayed. You barely thought about what Taehyung had said to you before he left or how it made you feel, not until you were closing up. The bouncer, Alex, asked if you wanted him to stay, when Taehyung hadn't shown up by two o'clock, but you told him you'd be okay. Taehyung was almost never late and if he was it was only by a little bit. You would just wait inside like he asked you to. But after thirty minutes had passed, you were tired and you were starting to get worried. You had sent Taehyung text messages but they went unanswered. When you tried to call you realized it was because his phone was off, sending you straight to voicemail. That was weird, but maybe his phone just died and he was already on his way. You swallowed the lump in your throat and waited. 

After a whole hour had passed you were ready to give up. Something must have come up. You tried not to think of worst case scenarios. Something came up and his battery had died and even though he really wanted to be there, he couldn't and he would explain and make it up to you tomorrow. Everything would be fine. No need to create wild theories and accusations in your mind. 

With a sigh, you slid off the barstool you'd been whiling away your time at. You flipped it up on the bar and went out the door. You locked it quickly and turned to go home. It wasn't far, a straight shot just two blocks ahead. As you approached the alley, a man stepped out that you recognized vaguely. He was Asian, but not any of Taehyung's friends that you'd met. No, you'd seen him a few hours ago inside the bar. Had he been waiting for you all this time? 

"Hey, baby," the man leered at you. 

Your blood ran cold and you stopped in your tracks a few yards away from him. Your hands curled into fists as your right foot slid back. 

"Whatever you want, you're not gonna get it. So you might as well leave," you warned him. 

"That's really cute," he smiled before you felt a cloth cover your mouth and a body press against your back. And then you went limp. 

Taehyung slammed the car door, pissed that Namjoon had called him to the house when he was supposed to be free for the night. He drove too fast through the streets all the way to Beverly Hills, and stomped into the house like a petulant child. 

"What the hell do you want?" He barked at Namjoon. 

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Namjoon asked as he continued to get dressed for the evening. 

"I'm supposed to be with Val tonight."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "You're with Val every night. It's started to take a real toll on your work, too. I think a night away will be good for you both."

"A night away? The fuck is going on?" 

"I need you to go down to San Diego to bail out Dongsun." Namjoon looked at his adopted brother in the mirror as he spoke. "Don't pout. Val will be fine without you for one night."

"You don't know that. She could be in danger."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours, as a matter of fact," Taehyung pointed out. 

Namjoon sighed heavily and turned to look at him. "Look, it's just a quick trip to San Diego, get Dongsun out and come back. If you leave now you might still be able to get your dick wet tonight."

Taehyung groaned. "It's really not about that, hyung. I get this horrible feeling when I'm not with her, like I'll never see her again."

"You're just in love, Taehyung. Or obsessed. Honestly, I think some time away would be healthy for you."

"We can't leave Dongsun in jail until tomorrow?"

"No. He needs to be out tonight. And Jin and I need Jungkook and Hobi with us at this meeting. You're the only one that can take care of this for me."

Taehyung sighed. "Why has Dongsun always been such a fuck up?"

"Hey, that's your cousin. I just hope it doesn't run in the family." Taehyung thought about giving him the finger, but just waved him off instead. "Hey take one of our cars, not yours," Namjoon called after him as Taehyung left the room.

Taehyung grumbled to himself the whole drive to San Diego, which took longer because he hit rush hour traffic on top of a huge accident. By the time he got there it was nearly midnight. Then he had to wake up the DA and drop off the money to get the charges dropped—clearly not a first time occurrence, but a major pain in the ass. After giving his cousin an earful and practically kicking him out of the car, Taehyung was back on the I-5 to Los Angeles. It didn't make him feel any better though. No matter how fast he drove, there was no way he was going to get to you on time. His phone died and he didn't have a charger in the car, so he couldn't call you. He thought about stopping to buy one, but it would only slow him down. 

Taehyung pulled up to your apartment at half past three. He could still see the light on in the living room, so he thought you might be awake. After checking the street, he climbed over the fence and raced up to your door. He tried to knock quietly so he wouldn't disturb anyone, but when you didn't answer he knocked louder and called your name. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jimin asked when he answered the door shirtless. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Taehyung fired back, although it was clear he had interrupted something. 

"I'm with Mariana, obviously. But why aren't you with Val?"

"Val's not here?" Taehyung panted.

Jimin shook his head. "Mariana said you were supposed to pick her up after her shift."

"I was! But Namjoon hyung sent me to fucking San Diego, and I just got back. I figured she'd be here."

Mariana appeared at the edge of the living room, a sweater wrapped around her naked body. "That pendeja is probably still waiting for you at the bar like you told her to," she said, shaking her head.

Taehyung sighed. "One fucking time she listens to me. Thanks. Sorry for interrupting," he smirked at Jimin.

"Good-fucking-night," Jimin replied and shut the door quickly.

Taehyung rushed back down the steps and through the gate, letting it clang loudly behind him as he ran down the street to get to you. But he never made it inside, because your bag was laying at the edge of the alleyway. He picked it up and looked inside. Everything was there, your cell phone, your wallet, your keys. The only thing that had been taken was you.

Taehyung ran every red light on the way back to the mansion. When he came into the house slamming the front door, he was at least twice as mad as he had been hours ago.

"What is it now?" Namjoon asked as he felt the rage roll off of Taehyung. 

"This is your fault, hyung!" 

"What?"

"She's gone! I wasn't there to pick her up from work, and now she's gone!"

"Well maybe-"

"No. She's not at home. I found her goddamn purse on the ground in the alley behind her bar. Someone took her, hyung." Taehyung's heavy breaths were the only sound in the room while Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi stared at him. "Hyung, where is she?" Taehyung asked, the anger in his voice replaced by desperation. 

Namjoon swallowed. He couldn't stop the feeling of guilt that swirled in his stomach. Maybe he should have listened to Taehyung's gut feeling earlier. "We'll help you find her, Tae. We'll-"

The leader's words were interrupted when a phone started to ring. All the men patted their pockets but it wasn't coming from any of them. It was your phone, Taehyung realized and pulled it quickly out of your bag. 

"Val?" He asked, his voice was steady.

"She's here. She's safe, for now. She can stay alive if you come and exchange yourself for her."

"Where are you?" Taehyung asked without hesitation. 

"I'll text you the address. Come alone, or neither of you will make it out alive."

The line went dead and Taehyung started at the screen waiting for something to come through. 

"I gotta go," Taehyung mumbled when the message came in. 

"Take Kook and Hobi with you," Namjoon instructed. 

Taehyung shook his head and spoke quietly. "No, he said to come alone."

"That's not happening," Namjoon replied firmly. "They're going to go with you and make sure you both come back alive. Jungkook, you drive. Bring her back here. I wanna meet this girl." 

Jungkook didn't waste a second, getting up from his seat and patting Taehyung on the back as he walked toward the door. Hoseok followed right behind.

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