drewsouthern

[carolmunson]

alive with the glory of love

(older!rockstar!eddie x older!actress!wife!)

a valentine's slice of life with our favorite rockstar almost thirty years into our marriage. the year is 2023 and we're still stella rink and we're still famous as hell. aged like fine wine. a decades long career and a decades long marriage with two twins in their late twenties. this is semi from the twins perspective. we know what our life was looking like before, let's see what it looks like now. :) eddie manip by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple cw: 18+ minors dni, allusions to smut/wearing lingerie, but overall this is a short little something. reader and eddie are both 57, so, sorry if you don't want to be fifty seven. but if i have to be in my 'early twenties' every time i read a fic, you can be older for like, seven and a half minutes.

The phone eases into focus, Violet’s giggle sounds as she presses record, leaning on her elbows at the kitchen island. The room is a sun drenched, black and white tiled vision — still partially stuck in the 90s, remnants of your old life, despite the ongoing renovations. Despite the teasing from your adult children. Some stuff just never lost its charm – plus, the kids were calling it ‘a 90s vibe’ and you were both pretty sure that was cool. 

“Morning, happy Valentine’s Day,” Violet says sleepily, Van trudging in behind her. They both take lazy seats on the bar stools across from the chef stove that their father is delicately working over. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” Eddie calls over his shoulder, daintily pouring pink batter into a cookie cutter mold on a hot pan. The kitchen and dining room are filled to the brim with flowers and balloons. Eddie’s been up for hours getting everything set up for you, some things never change. Some things never get old. 

“What’re you doing?” Van asks. 

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m making mommy—” He turns around with a furrowed brow, deepening his forehead creases before he realizes they’re recording him. He sighs before turning back to his task, “Guys, again with the phone?” 

“C’mon dad, they love you!” Violet begs, putting her phone down and shoving it in her sweatshirt pocket, “Van show him the comments on the last one.” 

“They think you’re hilarious, they want you to have your own account,” Van encourages, he opens his own phone to bring over to his dad. He grew up to be a spitting image of the two of you, as if they pasted Eddie’s face on his and gave him all your other features. The color of your eyes, the texture of your hair. Your bright, enrapturing smile. A perfect fifty-fifty. 

Van scrolls slowly through the endless comments, Eddie squinting down at them, “Van, I don’t have my glasses.” 

Eddie peers down lower, “What does that mean? ‘I know it’s big’? What’s big?” “New…choker…just…dropped? I didn’t make chokers for merch,” he shrugs, waving him away to pay attention to the stove. “Ew,” Violet laughs, “Stop making him read these out loud, that’s so gross.” 

“You should still make your own,” Van says, sitting back down, “It’d do way better than the one for Corroded.” 

“Have your mom do it,” Ed shrugs off, “She knows how to do all that internet shit.” 

“That Howard Stern clip is going viral again,” Violet says devilishly, “The girlies are obsessed with you.” 

“I don’t care about the girlies, Vi,” Eddie blushes, flipping one of the pancakes on the pan, “I care about your mom.” 

“I just wanna show them what you guys do for your favorite holiday,” Violet whines, “They’ll love it.” 

“They’re gonna call him a simp,” Van teases, a look of realization washing over his face,  “Wait, you’re such a simp for mom, actually.”  

They both laugh, Eddie doesn’t know what ‘a simp’ is so he laughs too.

“That’s a good word for like, a DND character type — you should see about that in your campaigns,” Ed continues while he plates a pancake on an ever growing stack of pink and red. 

“Ohmygod Dad, no, that’s not—“ Van laughs silently into his hands. 

“Stop making fun of him, he’s old,” Violet pleads between giggles, taking her phone out again, “Dad, seriously can you just tell us what you’re doing? Why do you love Valentine’s Day?”

“Is this for your TikTok thing?” he asks, pulling his dark curls up in a ponytail with a black silk scrunchie, bangs he can’t quite part with falling in waves over his brow. ‘My Pilates teacher was telling me they’ll be safer on your hair,’ you’d said — and he’s never been one to say no to you. Every time the kids came home they’d take their phones out and make Tiktok’s of the two of you, sometimes you’d make a solo one for Violet or Van’s page if you felt like it. But with Twitter and Instagram, you didn’t want to overload your assistant with some other form of social media – but it looked like the two of you were really popular. Especially Eddie. 

Violet educated you about ‘fancams’ which were just clips to music. There were a lot of the two of you together, or you solo from your movies and shows in the 90s. Progressions of you then and now and how you’re still ‘so hot’ and ‘unproblematic’. Eddie’s almost always started with the clip of him at Howard Stern, jaw ticking while he tried to keep his composure: ‘Excuse the fuck out of me, what did you just say about my wife? Do you wanna lose your fuckin’ teeth?’ The comments were always flooded with a mess of young people losing their shit: ‘god i’ve seen what you’ve done for others’ ‘stopppp he’s obsessed with her’ ‘@vidawn i hope your mom can fight’ ‘@vannywayne @vidawn i’m five years younger than u but i would be a great step dad’ ‘when is someone gonna fight howard stern FOR ME?’ ‘@vannywayne @vidawn they’re thirsting over your dad again’ ‘i’m banging on the walls of my enclosure’ 'ewwww we hate cheaters' ‘i NEED to fuck him’ ‘@vannywayne you look EXACTLY the same’ ‘are they looking for a third?’ 'idgi he looks dirty' ‘they are notttttt making them like him anymore’ ‘not him being old enough to be my father i’m sick’

“Obviously,” she snaps back, rolling his eyes when he starts touching himself up for the camera. 

“Should I do a couple of push ups so I look buff or…?” he teases. Violet and Van make a face that puts any face you’ve given him to shame. It’s the only regret he has about having kids with you – all that attitude had to go somewhere. 

“Fine, fine,” he huffs, “I’m ready for my close up, Vi.” 

“You’re so cheesy, dad. Just be normal for like, five seconds,” Violet huffs, taking out her phone again, “You’re ready?” 

“M’ready,” he smiles. “Okay, so, what’re you doing?” Violet asks again. 

“I am making pancakes,” he starts, pouring red better into the cookie cutter mold on the pan this time, “In a heart shape, for your mom.” 

“How long have you been doing this?” she asks, a smile spreading across her face. It matches her dads. There was no mistaking that Violet was Eddie Munson’s daughter. 

“Since we got together, so – the first one was in 1990,” he muttered, flipping the pancake, “I do it every year ‘cause she loves it. They’re strawberry, but they’re pink and red ‘cause I put food coloring in them.” 

“Is Valentine’s Day her favorite holiday?” 

Eddie grins, “No, her favorite holiday is the fourth of July. Not ‘cause she’s got a boner for America or anything. She just likes fireworks and when I use the grill.” “Is it your favorite holiday?” Van asks this time. Eddie nods, a bright blush pushing up on his face. 

“How come?” Violet and Van ask at the same time. Eddie turns the burner off, placing the heaping plate of heart shaped pancakes on the center of the island. He opens the wine cooler on the opposite wall, pulling out a bottle of champagne and two flutes from the top cabinet.

“‘Cause I get to spoil your mom all day,” he smiles, “She deserves it.” 

“You spoil her every day,” Van teases, “I can’t think of a more doted on woman on earth than mom.” 

“She’s very special,” he shrugs. 

“And you do this every year?” Violet asks, zooming in on the pancakes. 

“Every year for the past thirty four years, well, minus ninety-two,” he frowns a little, “We had some time apart that year.” 

“Still had my chef make them for me though.” 

Your voice cuts in from the large arch way connecting to the dining room and Violet pans quickly over to get you in frame. 

“Hi mom,” Vi says, “Is this your favorite holiday?” 

“No,” you shake your head and laugh, the same laugh he fell in love with, “It’s the fourth of July. C’mon Vi, how long have I been your mom? Do you even know me?” “You’re supposed to be in bed, honey,” Eddie frowns, “You’re ruining the surprise.” 

“The surprise that’s older than my kids? How could I forget,” you grin, rounding the island and greeting your husband with a gentle kiss, “Happy Valentine’s day.” 

“Happy Valentine’s day, baby,” he murmurs into a second chaste peck, “You’re supposed to let me bring them up to you.” 

“My kids are home, I don’t wanna spend all day in bed,” you pout. He pouts back dramatically, tugging on your arm to pull you flush against his chest. 

“I thought you loved spending all day in bed with me,” he pushes some of your hair back before resting a palm on your cheek, moving in to kiss you deeply. The scruff on his chin scratches around your mouth but you never care because he still kisses you, he kisses you every day. He’d kiss you all day if you let him. You had too many girlfriends whose ex-husbands were on their third wife and every year they’re more surprised that Eddie is still on his first.

“Okay, I think that’s our cue to leave,” Van says, Violet stops recording. Their faces sour.  

“Yeah we don’t want a January ‘94 repeat or anything,” Vi jokes. The twins high five at their own mean reference to your horrific sex tape debacle, but you and Eddie toss them a playful glare. 

“Hey, she might be your mother, but she’s my wife,” Eddie warns, hand sneaking down to rest on the small of your back to pull you close to him, “Don’t mess with her.” 

“Yeah,” you tease, crossing your arms, “You saw what he did to Howie’s studio. I just gotta say the word.” 

“So scary,” Violet rolls her eyes, leaving the kitchen with her twin in tow, “We’re taking the Jeep to get Jamba Juice, do you want anything?” 

“My usual,” you answer while Eddie goes to the fridge to get grapefruit juice out of the fridge, “And get daddy’s usual too. Do you want his card? Where’s your card, hun?”

“Wherever you last left it,” he responds, gracefully pouring grapefruit mimosas for the both of you. 

“It’s in my purse,” you call out. 

“Which one?!” Violet calls back, both of them waiting by the door. 

“The pink Kelly!” 

“Got it! Do you want anything else?” Van calls out. 

“Just uh,” Eddie giggles to himself, tossing you a once over, “Take your time!” 

“Gross!” they yell back in unison. Eddie waits for the door to close to pull you back into him, he watches you at first. Brown eyes cascading over the slope of your nose, your cheeks, the crinkles at the edge of your eyes, your smile lines. He looks at you like he’s looking at you for the first time, every time. He looks different, but the same. Dark curls smattered and entwined in silver, a nose ring, a never ending scratch of overgrown stubble. Deep lines on his forehead that exaggerate his already animated features. Lips still full and warm, hands still big and covered in rings. He’s kept his body real tight for fifty-seven, still throwing himself in the gym daily. ‘If I’m gonna be addicted to something now it might as well be like, my cardiovascular health, babe.’ His crows feet make him somehow more attractive, his smile got better with age. He still makes your heart race when he catches your eye from across the room. “You wearing that little red thing I like?” he purrs in your ear. The tie to your robe sliding between his inked fingers.

“Maybe,” your finger trails over a tattoo on his bicep, “Maybe, I got something new for you to see. Maybe it’s black, maybe it’s strappy. Maybe it’s that thing you saw when we went shopping last week.” 

“Christ,” he huffs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping back over to the counter, “Do you ever stop getting hotter? Eat your breakfast before I bend you over this bar stool.” 

“Let’s bring it upstairs like you wanted,” you smile, following him closely to press your hips up against him, “We can get a little messy.” 

“Yeah?” he growls, pushing part of your robe away to see a peek of black lace and strappy leather, “Fucking god, Stell.” 

“C’mon,” you whisper breathily, pushing up on your tiptoes to kiss him again, “They’ll be home soon.” 

Some things have changed, some things remain the same. He still fucks you like a rockstar.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 4 - Calm before the storm

Summary: Izuku is self-conscious about the silliest things. Y/N does her best to change that.

Kyouka is looking for a new flat so Y/N helps her with the flat-hunt.

Warning: This chapter ends with a cliffhanger, sorry in advance!

⚠️: Suggestive, mentions of Izuku’s “morning problems”, swear words, hint of angst!

First Chapter Master List

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“I don’t want to go.” Izuku mutters into your ears, his body flush against yours as he cuddles into your back at 5AM. It’s been ten days since the agency tour; having Luna around until late really made you both exhausted so instead of enjoying your new relationship you decided to take a breather and go straight to sleep.

Things have changed a lot. For instance, your usual Netflix binge is nothing but a make out session now; Izuku is constantly glued to you when he’s not working.

If you are still in the middle of making dinner when he gets home, he clings to your back and asks questions about the dish. He leaves the bathroom door open when he takes a bath so he can talk to you while he relaxes. That made you really flustered when he did it first but eventually, you got used to the lack of privacy so much you started to leave the door open when it’s your turn to take a bath as well. He’s also a cuddler when he sleeps, so… it’s constant. Not like you mind, it’s actually quite the opposite; as Izuku works extremely inhuman hours almost every day, having him in your space feels like a silent apology for all the time he’s not around.

Needless to say, Izuku didn’t let you sleep in your own bed since; hence why you just got woken up to Izuku’s blaring alarm today.

“You need to.” You giggle into your pillow. Izuku only whines at that, pulling you even closer, his hand wondering on your belly under your shirt; your whole face is red from the interaction and it’s extremely hard not to jump on the opportunity to keep him by your side for a bit longer.

There is a new kind of tension in the house since you two decided to act on your desires instead of suffocating on them; and that’s… well… sexual tension. A lot of it. Mostly from Izuku’s side.

Okay, that’s a lie, it’s definitely a mutual problem but you are so much better at hiding it; Izuku probably doesn’t even realize how hot his hands feel on your naked skin, how you can feel the twitch of his member at your lower back as his hands wander aimlessly over your soft skin, how possessive it is when he pulls you so close and takes a deep breath with his face hidden in your hair, filling his lungs with your scent so he can have you with him for the next 12-14 hours while he works. He’s also not shy to claim; sometimes, his innocent neck kisses end up leaving some marks; really tiny ones, barely there but the way Izuku looks at them when he sees a tiny splotch of pink half-hidden under your T-Shirt… his eyes are downward animalistic.

This makes you think about all the cringey Alpha-Omega fanfictions you’ve read on Tumblr and it really makes you laugh because most people consider Izuku as an Omega character but the real Izuku is far from that; if someone would ask you what type of character Izuku would be in this situation you would probably say the “hidden alpha” kind; everyone would think Izuku is an omega thanks to his adorable demeanor and they would probably shit themselves when Izuku gets jealous for the first time in his life. To be fair, Izuku being so possessive is kind of your fault as you were the one who told him to let himself have the things he wanted and he took it to his heart, but… yeah.

Oh my, how did you end up talking about fanfictions while the real thing is literally right next to you?! You are such a fucking weirdo, honestly.

You know Izuku did not fall back asleep again even though he did not move for the last five minutes at all; there is no fucking way he can think about sleeping in this position and… well… Izuku naively thinks you are not aware of his morning problems down south but it’s really hard to ignore them when you can literally feel it. No pun intended. You swear.

Ahh, you forgot to say; you haven’t… done those things yet. Nothing. Zero. You both try to make sure to stop right when it gets too heavy for some reason which is probably for the best because you really don’t want to rush this, especially not without having a proper talk about your current relationship status. To be honest, it has been bugging you for days; you know you two don’t really need to put a label on it to know that this is much more than two roomies sharing a bed but it would also be nice to be reassured that this isn’t just a temporary thing. Don’t tell this to anyone but Izuku isn’t the only one who wants to “claim” but you have no balls to do anything about it.

“I will think about you all day.” Izuku finally moves but instead of going out of the bed he positions himself right on top of you while he leaves tiny kisses all over your face, lips and neck then he moves down to your collarbone, cheekily trying to suck a tiny pink splotch there before he leaves.

“Maybe try not to think about me all day, otherwise you’ll feel really uncomfortable in your hero costume.” You giggle when Izuku stops his shenanigans to look up at you questioningly. His eyes are dark and sparkly, his hair disheveled and hell… you really want him to stay. It should be illegal to look this attractive so early in the morning.

“What do you mean?” Izuku mutters, looking like a puppy who doesn’t know what he’d done wrong.

“Well, your suit is really… tight.” You snicker and by the look of it, he still has no idea what you’re talking about so you cheekily decide to test your luck by flicking the hem of his underwear once. When the realization hits the poor boy he scatters to the furthest corner of the bed with his head hidden between his knees.

“You knew?!”

“Izuku, how would I not? You were snuggled into me just a few minutes ago.” You snicker, trying to soothe the pained hero by playing with the bird’s nest on the top of his head.

“I’ll never cuddle you ever again.” He mutters ashamedly and you swear there is smoke coming out of his ears.

“Hey! I would hate that!” You reprimand, while you grab his hair to force him to look up at you. Izuku makes a sound you try not to decipher for your own mental wellbeing. “I love this. I love all of you. Stop being so mean to yourself. I really hate when you do that.”

It’s true; you hate how Izuku stops himself all the time because he thinks he’s not allowed to do certain things. He also thinks he needs to be perfect, like having flaws will be the end of the world peace and he constantly overthinks the smallest arguments, makes himself feel terrible about things he can’t change… what Izuku doesn’t know though is that the only flaw you hate about him is this, his constant need to be perfect even though it’s his flaws you fell in love with, not the perfect facade he keeps up for the people every day.

“Sorry.” He mutters and moves his head to snuggle into his favorite place; your neck. “It’s all so… new. I’m not sure what I’m doing. I might freak out a few times in the next few weeks.” He admits as he slowly moves his body towards you. You embrace him as tightly as your sleep muddled body lets you; Izuku shudders first but finally, he relaxes into your touch.

“I love you. That’s not gonna change because of stupid things like this. I want to kiss your self-consciousness away. I want to kiss you everywhere until you realize how perfect you are. But go and get ready now, otherwise I won’t let you go.” You mutter into his hair while your right hand scratches Izuku’s scalp soothingly. He makes a content noise and lets himself be pampered for a few more seconds before he moves out of the bed, leaving a tiny kiss on your nose as he walks past.

“Come home soon, yeah?” You mutter into your pillow, ready to fall back asleep.

“Always, Sweet Pea.” Izuku smiles and closes the door behind him.

Fuck, you miss him already.

~•🥦•~

“Hey, wanna help me look for flats?” Kyouka calls you around midday, out of the blue.

Apparently, she’s been kicked out of her apartment complex because the owner decided to renovate the whole building; you have no idea what the heck needs renovating on it as the last time you’ve been there it looked fancier than any of the other complexes in the area but it is what is, you guess.

“Yeah, of course!” You perk up; you are extremely happy to be able to help her out a bit, even if it’s nothing compared to what she’s done for you. “Wanna come over tomorrow? We can both save some links and have a chat about it!”

“Sounds like a plan, my dear!” Kyouka chirps, and the line goes dead.

Oh well, you really wanted to get some work done today, but it can wait a bit.

The rest of the afternoon goes by really quickly, you manage to find a few good deals and also make a few phone calls to get some more information which you write down in your notebook to go through with Kyouka tomorrow. You barely realize when Izuku gets home. You jump up when the door opens around 11PM; you literally have no idea how it got so late to be honest and by the grumpy look on your roommate’s face, he’s not happy about you not waiting for him by the door tonight.

You quickly close your laptop and make your way to Izuku who doesn’t wait too long to lean his forehead on your shoulder, clearly too exhausted for his own good.

“You didn’t respond to my message.” He grumbles into your shirt. Fuck’s sake, you really didn’t mean to ghost him today.

“I’m so sorry, Izu.” You mutter into his hair; he’s still in his hero uniform which means he haven’t had the time to shower yet but his hair still smells amazing. You love how the curls feel under your chin, you love how it tickles your skin when you snuggle into it… fuck, you missed him so much. “Go take a shower Izu, I want to cuddle.”

“Warm the bed for me, will you?” Izuku puts his hand on your cheeks and gives you a scorching hot kiss; you swear you’ll never get used to Izuku’s passionate side.

“Hm, if you keep giving me kisses like that…” You mutter into his mouth, licking his lower lip possessively. “I might just follow you to the shower.” Well, needless to say the boy is as flustered as a virgin teenager now; he quickly escapes your embrace and makes his way towards his shower, muttering under his nose with a red face. “Have fun!” You giggle as you quickly change into your pajamas and make your way into the bed to warm it up.

“You are the worst, Sweet Pea!” Izuku whines while you burst out laughing at how high pitched his voice is; he tends to make a really silly sound when he’s embarrassed, it kinda sounds like he just inhaled some helium. That reminds you of your first phone call with him when Izuku was hit by a quirk that made him sound the same way for a whole day; you remember how stressed you were, thinking that Kyouka set you up to live with pro hero Grape Juice as a prank but then…

Well, you know the rest. You feel so fucking lucky to be able to call this amazing human being your partner. Ahh, you really want to make this official now!

As Izuku makes himself comfortable next to you, you rest your head on his pecks for a bit; you can’t really sleep in this position because… well… Izuku is quite big in the chest area and you usually end up having a terrible headache for the whole day after sleeping like this. Extremely sad, you know.

“You are mine.” You mutter into his skin as you leave tiny kisses all over his chest. Izuku yelps, clearly surprised by your sudden possessiveness, but he doesn’t seem to mind; his hand wanders into your hair, his fingers moving on your scalp soothingly first then he grabs your hair to pull you up for another scorching hot kiss. You can’t even try to hide the surprised yelp that leaves your mouth which might as well be a moan, to be absolutely honest.

“Okay.” Izuku mutters into the kiss with a tiny smile on his lips. “Yeah, okay. I would absolutely fucking love that.” The kiss gets a little bit sloppy as Izuku can’t stop grinning but it still manages to make you all dizzy; you don’t really know when you ended up on top of Izuku, but fuck if you care; you barge in for another a kiss and for another while Izuku’s hands caress your sides under your T-shirt. It goes on and on until you both realize that Izuku needs to wake up in a few hours and do another 14 hours shift.

You were so close to finally see that tattoo on Izuku’s bum. So close.

Would it be really weird to just ask him to show you? Not right now, but like… tomorrow? During a less uhm… intimate moment? Damn, you are such a fangirl sometimes.

“When I’m next free…” Izuku mutters into your neck, back in his usual sleeping position. “Wanna use the hot tub? Together? Uhm… in less clothing maybe?” You can feel the heat of Izuku’s cheeks even without seeing the blush.

“Uhm…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought it would be nice… to cuddle like that. Uhm… okay, nevermind, this is absolutely wrong, I’m so sorry…” He starts his usual anxious ramble, but you don’t let him overthink.

“Izuku, I’m more than happy to do that with you, stop freaking out over nothing.”

“Uhm… I can’t wait for this week to be over.” The tightness of his grip is a little bit suffocating, but it says so much more than thousand words ever could.

I love you. I need you. I miss you. You are mine and I am yours.

There is no need to say any of that out loud; the message is quite clear.

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Midoriya Izuku is in seventh heaven right now. It’s 5 fucking AM but he’s already bursting with energy; maybe if he puts 120% into the day instead of his usual 110% he might be able to come home sooner.

The coffee tastes sweet, his brain took a trip to dreamland and the empty space in his skull is filled with fully pink cotton candy. The weather is good, Sweet Pea just told him she wants him to be hers, her kiss was so sweet and warm Izuku is quite sure his whole body melted and he’s only a blob of meat right now. Talking about blobs of meat, Izuku wonders how’s Shishikura doing; the guy had a terrible attitude back in high school but his quirk was extremely fascinating. Can he shape the blob now?

Izuku, focus.

Ahh, look! Sweet Pea left her notebook open!

He really wanted to ask her what she was doing yesterday but he kinda forgot between all the sweet kisses. She wasn’t drawing, that’s for sure; Izuku knows the exact face Y/N makes when she’s concentrating on a drawing and that wasn’t it. She wouldn’t mind if he would take a look, would she?

- Flat 1 ( xx street): Good price and fancy but a bit too far from the center + no stores are open after 9. Pets allowed.

- Flat 2 (center): Pricy but has the perfect location and looks relatively new - Close to Kyouka’s workplace. No pets. Really nice view!

- Flat 3 (center): Good price, quite old looking but tenant is allowed to make changes! Pets allowed, close to the police station and Kyouka’s agency isn’t too far away either.

- Flat 4 (center): Who has money for this?! I certainly don’t. High security, gym and swimming pool in the building, rooftop garden.

Izuku almost faints from the sudden surge of anxiety. He’s definitely misunderstanding this situation, right? There is no way…. There is no way his Sweet Pea wants to leave him right now. Why is she looking for flats then?

Was he too much? Is this too quick for her? Does she need space? Maybe she realized Izuku isn’t as perfect as she thought?

He knows he’s overthinking this and there is probably a really obvious explanation and his problem could be sorted with only one question, but… everything is too good, too sweet, too perfect… Izuku is ready for the catch and he feels like this is it, this is the day when his world crumbles again. Izuku is not used to having good things in his life, especially when it comes to love.

Izuku closes the notebook and decides to skip breakfast today; he doesn’t have the appetite anymore. The door closes behind him even though he doesn’t remember leaving the room.

Midoriya Izuku is on complete autopilot; the word is black and white, his mind is blank, his heart is bleeding all over the concrete as he makes his way to his agency to start the worst fucking day of his whole life.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Uhm… sorry! 😭 You know me though, I can’t do angst for long so this will all be sorted in the next chapter and you’ll absolutely love it :D

- If you have any questions, feel free to message me or send a comment!

- About the first bit: Izuku’s freak about about his “problems” down south might not make sense now but it will all make sense after the next chapter. Izuku has a reason for walking on tip toes when it comes to everything. He’s a broken little boy 😭

- So I managed to binge the first season of this (finished it in two days bro, I got hooked lol) and I need to say I really had to take a deep breath to not change the first few chapters up but it was really nice to see how the quality got better as the story progressed! I’m proud of myself!

- I ordered a beautiful Deku figurine. I’ll show it off once it has arrived. I literally have no space for any more figurines. With that said, I went out today and got 2 more. Send help.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always! 🥦🌈✨

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[emepe]

— Pairing: Eren x Reader, friends to lovers

— General info: series, 18+, modern AU, serial killer AU, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

— Summary: Fate is a tricky thing. Certain situations can’t be avoided as much as certain people’s lives can’t be kept from intertwining. With a serial killer on the loose, and unexpected relationships blooming, how will the universe intervene?

— Chapter summary: Three moments when Eren Jaeger won you over without realizing.

— Content warnings: minor injury.

— Notes: Welcome back! This chapter is in my top five of the series. I seriously enjoy writing such simple and cute moments for characters <3 Happy reading!

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slow and sweet

Fate is a tricky thing. 

Certain situations can’t be avoided as much as certain people’s lives can’t be kept from intertwining. People need people. People change people. 

A simple dinner party can lead to unexpected relations. Even if another simple mortal claims to call the shots, who’s to say it’s not the universe’s will behind it all?

Week One

It’s Saturday evening. The setting sun elongates your shadow cast on the pavement as you keep a steady pace toward the nearest bus stop. The canvas tote bag bears a considerable weight on your right shoulder, the contents bumping and pressing against your ribs with every other motion. 

There’s a block left to go before you arrive at the bus stop, made up by the local park. There are pathways loosely lined with trees. Scattered sounds of conversation and laughter fill the air, as well as the faint screech of a seesaw from the playground located at the center of it all. Your gaze is set forward, vision set on the bench you can spot across the street. However, a warm laugh pulls you from your goal. Your gaze darts around the area until you spot him.

At the center of the park, you recognize a figure from behind pushing a little girl on a swing. Before you can shake off your curiosity, your feet are already pulling you to him.

Eren flinches when he feels the tap on his shoulder, startling you in the process, as well. 

“God,” he huffs, then immediately recoils in embarrassment. He turns his head to the side to keep you from noticing the red tint on his cheeks.

“I didn’t know I was so scary,” you say, face neutral.

He quirks an eyebrow.

“Not scary, just wicked quiet. Remind me to get a bell for your neck.”

You hold a hand up in rejection.

“I’ve got one at home.”

He laughs. Your eyes shimmer in amusement. 

He’s wearing a black t-shirt and light-wash jeans. A small plastic bucket with toys in different colors and shapes hangs from his wrist.

You lean sideways to sneak a peek at the little girl who’s also curiously trying to get a look at you, but Eren’s so tall and broad she can’t manage to look around him before he steps aside. She can’t be older than three. Her blonde hair is put up into two pigtails, held by big pink hair bobbles, and her large brown eyes stare at you in wonder. 

“Hi.” 

Eren watches you wave at the little girl and smile. He can’t help but notice your voice is even softer when speaking to her. The flutter in his heart is evident, but he vowed earlier this week he would do his best to ignore this type of stuff when it happened.

“Josie, say hi.”

The little girl, Josie, offers you a small ‘hi’ in return before tugging on Eren’s jeans, signaling that she wants to be let down from the swing and go to the sandbox. He crouches down to her level.

“You want to play in the sandbox? Okay, little lady, let’s go.”

He looks up at you.

“You should stand back for this.”

Confused, though greatly entertained by the sight of Eren playing with a child, you follow his order.

He makes a loud swoosh sound, making a whole show of lifting Josie from the swing and spinning her around a couple of times, before zooming her to the sandbox a few steps away and setting her down on her feet while she strikes a landing pose. Josie happily giggles as she comfortably settles into the sand and Eren hands her the red plastic bucket of toys.

When he notices you’re staring at him, he nervously runs a hand through his hair.

“What?”

A light shake of your head is all you respond with, but he picks up on the way you’re holding back a smile. The two of you stand next to the sandbox, keeping a close eye on Josie.

“So you have a kid I didn’t know about?” you tease in your usual nonchalant manner.

“No!” he half-yells in a panic. 

Red swirls his cheeks as he holds his hands up in defense. He clears his throat, embarrassed by his own reflexes, and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Are you sure? Because she looks an awful lot like you and you’re being very suspicious.”

The mortification on his face almost gets you to crack. Your eyes narrow in feigned suspicion.

He finally catches on and laughs.

“She’s my neighbor’s daughter,” he explains. “She's at work so I’m babysitting.”

You nod, your mouth taking on an ‘ah’ shape. 

“We’re just friends,” he adds, eyeing you furtively.

You hum in response.

“Congratulations.”

The heat blanketing Eren’s face is overwhelming.

It’s barely been a week since you turned him down. Of course, there’s no reason for you to be concerned about his relationship with other women. He didn’t plan on avoiding you — far from it — but there hasn’t been enough time for him to find a balance that allows him to get closer to you without breaking your boundaries and stirring his feelings.

Idiot, he thinks to himself.

“I should get going,” you say after a moment of silence, readjusting the straps on your shoulder.

Eren straightens his back, ready to offer to walk you to the stop to stretch out this chance encounter. 

Josie stands and toddles in your direction, her hand holding out a purple plastic mold. 

“Play,” she demands before going back to her bucket to retrieve a second mold for Eren.

“Oh,” you murmur, hesitating as you steal a glance at your watch. 

Eren holds his breath, not wanting to see you go so soon. He watches you quizzically stare down at the toy in your hands before crouching down to assist in Josie’s castle construction. 

Nice one, Josie, Eren thinks. He shoots an approving grin to his unknowing accomplice.

He crouches down next to you, stacking sand into his blue mold.

“So, what brings you around my side of town?” he asks as he packs sand into his tower-shaped mold.

“Oh, you know, I love a good playdate.” 

You shrug. He laughs through his nose. Your lips curve upwards at the sound. 

“The grocery store near my house is closed for renovations so I took the bus here,” you explain. “It’s not far, I’m in the next town over.”

He nods.

Lucky, he thinks, smiling to himself. 

Eren Jaeger is a bit of a romantic. Coincidences like this one have the power to feed any delusions further. He can’t help but see signs in mundane situations, and luck is clearly biased toward him if it’s placing you in his path. Even if you’re meant to be just friends, he’s grateful for the opportunity to be with you in an unexpected setting.

“You get to watch Josie a lot?” you ask, barely peeling your focus from slowly revealing the small castle from under your assigned mold. Your brows are furrowed in concentration.

Eren’s face lights up in amusement at your seriousness over the task. 

“Sometimes.” He shrugs. “Her usual babysitter cancels every now and then. I’m at home a lot, so it works out.”

You smile at him. His face warms, but he reciprocates.

“Plus, Josie and I are best buds. Right, Josie?” 

He shoots her an enthusiastic grin, one that she does not return. 

Josie quietly side-eyes him before returning to her more interesting task of decorating every little sand construction with a few stray leaves. 

You stifle a laugh. 

“She's just shy,” he explains.

“Of course.”

The three of you continue working in comfortable silence. 

By the time the orange hues of the sky start to make way for the cool blues of night, Eren is helping Josie place a final decorative leaf as a flag on one of the towers.

“What do you think, Josie?” you ask, tilting your head and smiling warmly at the little girl.

Josie beams up at you, her eyes twinkling with delight.

“Pretty!”

Your smile grows and you offer her a high-five for a job well done.

“I think so, too.” You turn to Eren. “What do you think, Eren?”

He hesitates, his eyes wandering the details of your face. He's found you attractive from the start. But now, your eyes sparkle with glee. Your smile is brighter and overall, there's a lightness surrounding you that he hadn't seen until now. It's different from the night at Armin's after a few drinks. It's different from when you smile after teasing him. You look carefree and young. You're practically glowing.

“The prettiest.” 

If you notice the blush on his cheeks, you don't say anything. But he doubts you did since all you do is offer him the same high-five you did to Josie before standing and brushing your knees off.

Just as you're about to bid goodbye, a voice cuts you off from a few feet away.

“Eren!” 

You look around him to find a petite blonde in scrubs making her way to where you both stand.

“Mama!” Josie squeals and meets her halfway, grabbing onto her mother's leg when she does.

“I got your text earlier. I didn't think you'd still be here,” Josie’s mom says once she's close enough.

“Yeah, we kind of lost track of time,” Eren sheepishly explains.

Her gaze wanders over to you, causing Eren to step back and allow you a better view. She's got the same blonde hair and round eyes as Josie, except hers are blue. She seems younger, though you figure that's due to her small figure.

Eren introduces you.

“She's my friend,” he adds softly.

“Hi,” she merrily greets you, offering her hand to shake. “I'm Christa. I'm Eren's neighbor.” 

You politely nod and respond with a low ‘nice to meet you’.

Eren watches you closely. The glow you previously radiated has vanished. You've stepped back into your quiet self — the way you were when he bumped into you at Kuchel that very first day. 

Before he can say anything, Christa's voice breaks through his thoughts.

“Thanks for looking after Josie again. I hope she didn't give you much trouble.”

Eren waves her off. 

“Not at all. We're best buds, aren't we?” He looks down at Josie expectantly, holding up his right hand.

“Yeah!” The little girl cheers and stretches on her toes to meet his high-five. 

While Christa looks down affectionately at her daughter, Eren tosses you a playfully arrogant look.

“Told ya.”

The corners of your lips tug into a smile.

“We should get going, I gotta give this one a good bath,” Christa says, squeezing her daughter's hand.

Eren scrambles to collect Josie’s toys into the red plastic bucket and hands them to her.

“Thanks again, Eren. You're always saving me. I'll make you dinner sometime, promise,” she says.

Eren dismisses her with a wave of his hand.

“Nah. I'm happy to do it.”

Christa and Josie bid their goodbyes and walk away, leaving you and Eren alone.

Before you can tell him to head home with them — that you're leaving, too — he smiles at you.

“I'll walk you to the stop,” he offers, pointing a finger in its direction.

“You don't have to.”

He shakes his head.

“I want to. Besides, it's getting dark.” 

He kills your chance to protest by smoothly taking the bag from your shoulder and walking ahead, leaving you no choice but to follow.

“You could at least let me carry my own bag,” you mutter beside him, yet make no move to take it back.

“It's fine,” he assures you.

It's a short walk to the bus stop. You're surprised when he doesn't leave after reaching the bench and instead plops down to wait with you. It's like he can't bear to leave you alone and you can't help but feel a bit guilty that you're troubling him. The weather is getting cooler by the day and he's not even wearing a jacket. 

“You can head home, it's getting cold. I can wait alone.” 

He shakes his head again.

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn't see you off? I'm fine, really.”

You stare at him quizzically but say nothing.

The minutes tick away to the beat of passing cars and snippets of strangers’ conversations as they walk by.

“What's your favorite season?” Eren asks. 

You look up at Eren, confused.

“Huh?” 

“I like fall because of all the colors. And it's really cozy, you know? But I hate the weather getting cold. So summer is better, in that sense.”

You nod along and hum in thought. 

“I like summer, too.”

“Yeah?” he smiles at you.

“I don't do well with cold weather, either,” you admit. “I hate it.”

“Hm. Interesting, very interesting.” He rubs at his chin, brow furrowed, and head tilted in thought. “What about cold things? Ice cream, shaved ice, iced coffee, beer?”

You perk up in amusement. Your legs swing back and forth as you contemplate his question. He watches you with a smile.

“Yes, to the ice cream and shaved ice. No, to the iced coffee and beer.”

“So no cracking a cold one if it's a billion degrees outside?” 

You shrug.

“I don't like bitter things.”

Eren's heart skips a beat. 

“What about you?” 

“Same answer.” 

You nod, oblivious to the effect this small similarity bears on the man beside you.

A bus approaches, the orange lights from the LED screen marking the route for your way home.

“That's me,” you say, standing. 

Eren mirrors your actions and hands you your bag. Your fingers brush together in the process, causing his cheeks to warm. 

“Thanks for keeping me company.” 

You smile at him. 

Eren nods, his lips curling inwards as he rocks his weight on his feet.

“See you around.”

“Bye, Eren.”

Week 3

The contents of your trusty tote jostle around as you lightly jog up the steps of the familiar apartment building.

You're buzzed in within seconds without any need to announce your arrival through the intercom. 

Armin has called in sick two days in a row. The cooling temperatures caught up to him through a cold. Although his text read it wasn't anything serious, you worried he'd feel a bit lonely and offered to bring some medicine as an excuse. You're mildly afraid of intruding, but he's your closest friend and you can't help but be overruled by your worry.

The door to Armin's apartment is cracked open from what you can see as you round the corner. What you don't expect is the person leaning against the wall waiting for you not to be Armin himself.

He looks up from his phone when he hears your steps coming closer. 

“Hey.” A boyish smile takes over his lips, green eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

“Eren.”

He takes the bag from your shoulder and steps aside so you can walk in. You shrug your coat off, hanging it on the rack by the door. 

“What are you doing here?” 

He shrugs.

“Same as you.”

It's only now that you spare a moment to take in his appearance. 

“Nice apron,” you point out.

He blushes, crossing his arms to cover the ‘This guy rubs his own meat’ plastered in big bold letters across the chest.

“It's Armin’s,” he groans.

An airy laugh pushes past your lips. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth. It only makes Eren blush harder.

“Come on, he’s in the kitchen.”

The deeper you walk into the apartment, the stronger the smell of a hearty soup permeates the air. 

As you step into the kitchen, you find Armin sitting at the bar with a blanket draped over his head and cascading down his back like a cape. When he turns to look at you, you register his glassy eyes and the reddened tip of his nose. He sniffles but smiles.

“Oh, Armin.” You walk up to him and pat his back. “How are you feeling?”

“Super great, I feel like I'm dying.” 

Your lips curve in amusement.

“Don't worry, buddy. You always pull through.” Eren shoots him a sympathetic smile as he pulls out a cutting board and knife to dice some carrots. 

“I brought you some medicine…” you say as you travel over to where Eren placed your bag on the counter. “A sports drink, a box of tissues, and some oranges.” You list everything off as you take every item from your bag and place it on the counter.

Eren puts his carrots on hold to grab the bag of oranges to wash. 

Armin smiles at you gratefully. 

“Thank you. I really appreciate all this.”

Eren clears his throat loudly, handing him a freshly washed orange before placing the rest into a bowl.

“Thank you, too, Eren.” Armin accepts the orange, digging a nail in to start peeling it. “You guys are so nice, I'm lucky to ha–” 

His statement is cut short by a shiver-inducing sneeze. 

Eren watches him with his eyebrows upturned in concern.

“Go lie down, buddy. I'll bring you your soup when it's ready.” 

“I'm fine,” Armin sniffles, reaching for the box of tissues you brought him.

“No offense, but I can't cook if you're gonna be sneezing all over the place.” Eren flails his hand around. “Go. Now.” 

Begrudgingly, Armin trudges to his room, taking the box of tissues and his half-peeled orange with him.

Eren goes back to his carrots as soon as he hears Armin's bedroom door close.

“Can I help you with anything?” you ask, watching his agile hands steadily cut the last of the carrots and sliding them off the board and into the boiling pot.

A shrill whistle pierces through the room. Eren turns off one of the burners warming a tea kettle.

“Yeah, actually, can you get a mug for me? They're over there.” He points to one of the cupboards before turning back to grab a box of tea bags from a different one.

You retrieve a mug and help him pour the hot water into it, watching as a light brown color swirls from the tea bag and a chamomile scent infiltrates your nostrils.

“Honey,” you murmur watching Eren carefully transport a spoonful of it from the jar to the mug.

“Yeah,” he murmurs back, smiling. 

His gaze flits to your face, watching you observe his hands stir the spoon inside the mug. There's a hint of fascination in your eyes as you watch the golden puddle from the spoon dissolve.

“I'm gonna take this to his room.” 

You watch him leave.

When he gets back just seconds later, you're next to the stove, stirring the wooden spoon around the soup pot. 

“It'll still be a few minutes,” he says. “Sit down.”

He gestures to one of the chairs at the bar. You sit.

“Want an orange?” He nods toward the bowl holding the oranges you brought.

You hesitate. He smiles.

“Armin won't mind.”

You take one. So does he. 

“How've you been?” he asks, swiftly peeling half of his orange in one go.

“I've been okay. Lunch is a bit boring without Armin, though.” You struggle to find a good spot to start peeling your orange. You dig your nail in and start to pull, only for the peel to thin out and cut off unsatisfactorily. 

He hums in thought as he chews on the first piece of his orange.

“Have you been going to the coffee shop?”

You nod and try at your peel again. The same result.

“It's not the same. I'm kind of used to having company now.”

Eren’s fingers brush over your own as he takes the orange from your hands and peels it in smooth motions. He places the peeled orange back in your hands and continues eating his without missing a beat.

“You should call me next time. I'll keep you company.”

There's a strange flutter in your stomach as your gaze shifts from the peeled orange to the man in front of you, who keeps his gaze low as he finishes his snack.

“I thought you were like a kid, but you're really dependable,” you murmur.

He scrunches his eyebrows together, not fully understanding what you mean.

“Like a kid?” He smirks.

You shake your head, feeling silly all of a sudden. 

“Armin asked me what I thought about you. I told him you were like a kid. But you're very different now.” You speak cautiously, afraid you might say the wrong thing without meaning to. 

His eyes wander over the countertop as he mulls over your words.

“Is it the good kind?”

Your bottom lip is caught snugly between your teeth. Warmth pools in your stomach when you catch his fleeting attention to the movement. 

“I think so.” Your voice barely wraps around the words. 

A pink tint spreads across Eren's cheeks. He looks away, overcome by shyness. 

“The soup's probably ready.” He stands, trying his best to hide his face from your view. 

You're too preoccupied with the flutter in your stomach. With the uneaten orange in your hands, you abruptly stand. The chair scrapes against the floor, grabbing Eren’s attention.

“I should go. I have a ton of stuff to do at home.”

He sets down the bowl of soup in his hands.

“Are you sure? You should eat before you go. I can make us something else, just give me a minute.” 

He starts looking around the kitchen for ingredients. You stop him.

“It's fine, really.” 

Embarrassment aside, Eren isn't ready to see you go — not that he ever is. His gaze travels from your face, down to your hands. 

“You haven't eaten your orange,” he notes.

You look down to where he’s focusing and your eyebrows rise in surprise, like you hadn't noticed. 

“I'll just eat this on my way home. Tell Armin bye for me.”

Eren can barely hide his disappointment. 

“I'll see you around, then. Be careful.”

“Bye, Eren.”

On the way home, your mind is littered with flashes of Eren's hands peeling your orange. 

It's strange the things that can change the light one views other people in. True to your word, Eren is a clumsy kid trapped in an adult body. But today was different. He was strong and capable, which definitely triggered something inside of you.

Week 5

“Is there a limit to how much we can take home?” Connie asks.

Jean stares him down with a hand on his hip.

He's gone all out for the trip. He's decked out in denim jeans and a jacket, a plaid flannel shirt, and a wide-brim straw hat to top it all off.

“Just how many apples are you planning to bring home to ask that?”

It's the first time you're getting together with everyone since the night you met at Armin's apartment.

If one were to scroll through the messages exchanged in the group chat, they'd find several discarded plans — sometimes someone didn't have time to meet, the weather was wrong, or the mood wasn't right — that ultimately ended in Armin's suggestion to go apple-picking together. 

The stars aligned in everyone's favor. It's the perfect weekend, the perfect weather, and everyone is up for it. 

You're all gathered in the parking lot of Armin's apartment complex, helping him carry some basic supplies for the road to Jean's and Eren's cars — water, snacks, a first-aid kit, and other miscellaneous things. All seven of you could fit perfectly in Jean's SUV, but you figured it best to split into two groups considering you'll be coming back with a hefty supply of apples.

“You pay for a bag and you take home whatever fits,” Eren explains as he sets a pack of bottled water into the trunk of his car. 

“Take off that stupid hat, Jean.”

Eren proceeds to smack Jean on the back of his head, flinging his hat away in the process.

“Hey, mock me all you want but this is fashion.” Jean dusts off his hat and fixes it on his head again, pulling at the drawstring to keep it more secure this time. “You just don't get it.”

“It's stupid,” Eren reiterates. 

You place a neatly folded picnic blanket on top of the pack of water. You can hear both men get into a tussle behind you as you shut the trunk door.

“I think you look nice, Jean.” 

Your words put a halt to their roughhousing.

Jean shoots Eren a cocky look, to which he just rolls his eyes. 

“You’re not serious,” Eren huffs. 

“I am.” You turn to Jean. “You look very spiffy.”

A secretive spark lights up your eyes when you look back at Eren as Jean proudly looks down at his outfit. 

Eren’s lips curl inwards as he suppresses a grin and nods in understanding.

“I apologize, Jean. You've got a good look going here.” He pats him roughly on the back before rounding the car to settle in the driver's seat. 

Armin claps his hands to get everyone's attention. 

“Alright everybody, let's go!”

Everyone starts climbing into separate cars. Jean, Connie, and Sasha in one; the rest in the other. 

“You should ride in the front with Eren.” Armin comes up behind you and gestures toward the copilot door.

You nod and climb in.

The ride is peaceful. The fresh air combs through your hair as the music flows in and out, keeping any silence at bay. 

Armin excitedly talks about how perfect the time is to go apple-picking and that he's been looking forward to it for the past week. 

“It's been years. Last time we went apple-picking we were like, what, eight? We had to pick from dwarf trees.”

Mikasa hums in confirmation. 

“Have you ever been apple-picking before?” she asks you in between popping chips into her mouth.

“Never,” you tell her. “I've always wanted to go, though. It looks fun.”

You nurse the tin of salted peanuts in your hands. You've been looking forward to this small trip since Armin suggested it. In your life, there haven't been many chances to do fun things like this. Money was tight and, even if it wasn't, your family life didn't leave much room to ask for things that seemed like a waste of time.

You pop a cashew into your mouth and chew on it slowly as the car stops at a red light. There's a burning sensation on the left side of your face. When you look up, you're met with Eren's gaze. 

You okay? he mouths.

Nervously, you glance at the backseat. Armin and Mikasa are distracted by their own secret conversation.

Looking back at Eren, you nod. A warm glow blooms in your chest when his lips curve into a small smile. Before you can reciprocate, the moment is cut short by a green light. 

You're not sure when things came to be so comfortable around Eren. Minus the unexpected fluster you faced the day you went to visit Armin, things seem to flow easier now. It's nice, albeit that funny feeling inside you can't seem to dissipate.

Eating peanuts keeps you distracted. It's only when you're halfway through the small tin, you realize Eren is the only one who hasn't been snacking during the drive. As copilot, you should have been sooner aware of your responsibility to keep him fed as his hands were on the wheel. 

Dubiously, you look down at the remaining peanuts and pick one, glancing at Eren for an opening. He's laser-focused on the road, eyes darting briefly to either side when a lane switch is to be made, or to check his course on the map on his phone. His large hands are steady and swift on the wheel — he makes driving look so easy. 

“Eren,” you call him softly. 

It’s so low, it could've been easy to miss with the sound of the wind and the music combined. But his ears are finely tuned to pick out your voice, especially if it holds his name. 

“Hm?” His eyebrows rise in question as his gaze flashes once to your face, to the road, and once to the peanut in your hand. 

Realization blankets his face in rosy tones, and he leans over, peeling his eyes off the road for just a second long enough to accept your offering. His lips brush along the tips of your fingers, causing both of you to pull back. 

“Thanks,” he murmurs shyly.

You nod even though he can't see, though he catches a flicker of the movement from his peripheral vision.

Neither of you is aware of the elbow nudges exchanged in the back seat as two pairs of amused eyes take in the scene.

The rest of the drive goes by in silence. You offer to feed Eren some more but he meekly declines. 

Sunrise Orchards comes into view sooner than you expected. The grounds are enclosed by a tall ornate gate, the steel curving into the shapes of different fruits — apples included — leaves, and birds.

The car comes to a stop in an open spot of the dirt parking space. You all step out of the car and wait. Jean's car zooms into the next space seconds later, and you all head together to the entrance to purchase your bags. 

From where you stand, the path is lined with a few small buildings — a store, restrooms, sheds, and a cafeteria. Moving forward, rows of fruit trees stretch as far as the eye can see. Colorful ladders are scattered amongst the trees. Birds are chirping and there's a faint trace of laughter coming from somewhere you can't pinpoint. There's a bit of wind, but it's bearable. The sun peeks through the clouds every now and then to cast warmth on your skin. 

You adjust the cap on your head, pulling on the strap so it fits comfortably. Eren's wearing one, too — black, to match his t-shirt. It suits him.

After you each have your bag — Connie and Sasha each bought a bushel bag —, the apple-picking begins. Your group is guided to a section full of apple trees by a man well into his sixties. A few branches hang low due to the weight of the fruit. A couple have plopped down to the ground, bruised by the fall, but still good enough to grab if you're not picky.

The guide explains the best varieties this season. There's Cortland and Red, Gala and Granny Smith. He gives a brief demonstration on how to pick the apples without too much hassle — to lift and twist them instead of pulling them down. 

“Aside from color, you can tell an apple is ripe if it's firm to the touch. Feel free to use the ladders, and I'll leave some scissors and gloves here for ya if you don't want to get your hands too dirty.” The old man hands a box with supplies to Armin. 

“And make sure you get a slice of pie from the cafeteria before you head out. My wife makes it herself.” The old man beams before turning on his heel and leaving you to explore the area.

A collective “thank you” rises from the group and you begin to wander in different directions, looking to find the tree with the shiniest, most vibrant fruit. Mikasa and Jean debate on what apple is best for homemade cider. You wander away from the group, not paying much attention to what seems more appetizing or coming up with things to cook up later. Even just walking amongst the trees is time well spent. The sun sifts through the scarce bare spots among the branches. The sweetness in the air soothes you, enveloping you in pure bliss.

You pass a picket sign with directions written in different colors, pointing to the sections where every apple variety is found.

You don't notice Eren trailing behind you. Not on purpose, it just turned out this way. So when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you whirl around with wide eyes and a hand to your heart. 

“I didn't know I was so scary,” he teases.

You deadpan him, but your lips eventually succumb to a smile.

“Headed for the Cortland apples?” he asks, swinging his bag back and forth as you walk alongside each other.

You shrug. 

“I don't really know what to pick yet,” you admit. “I'm just looking around.” 

“Well, what's your favorite apple?” 

“I don't know. I haven't tried them all, so I can't say for sure.”

“Well, which one is your favorite now?” he insists.

A few seconds go by as you think it over.

“Pink lady.”

He smiles at you.

“Yeah? Why?”

“The name's fancy.” You shrug. He laughs. You join him. “And they're pretty.”

He hums in response, a satisfied smile still lingering on his face.

“We probably should've gone to an orchard with pink ladies, then.” 

You smile. 

“It's fine. This place is nice.”

You reach the Cortland section. When you look back, the rest of the group is still in view, but far enough for Sasha’s excited exclamations to sound like whispers. 

Eren fixes a ladder against a tree, shaking it a bit to test its sturdiness. You hurry over to hold the ladder in place. He smiles at you gratefully before climbing up a couple of steps to reach for the apples he eyed from below.

“Do you like cider?” he asks as he twists an apple off a branch. 

“Yeah, why?” You squint up at him, a sudden surge of sunlight coming in through the leaves and blanketing his features. 

He adds three more apples to his bag and climbs down.

“Just wondering,” he grins, eyes sparkling, though you think that might be an effect of the sunlight. You rub your eyes to clear your vision.

Your stroll continues. 

“What do you plan on making with your apples?” he asks, turning around so he's walking backward as he waits for your answer.

“You're gonna trip and fall,” you point out. 

“I'll just say you pushed me.” He shrugs.

Your eyes narrow. He laughs. 

You shake your head and turn your attention to the trees, searching for any good picks. After all, that's why you're here. 

“I don't know,” you murmur. “I might bake a pie… or eat them with caramel.”

You stop in front of a tree. It's a couple of feet taller than the rest, but the juicy reds stand out among the leaves. 

You look around in search of a ladder and spot one in the next tree over. Eren helps you adjust it against the trunk. 

“I might bake a cake,” you continue. “Or toss them in cream and walnuts.” Eren hums along, encouraging you to keep listing your options. Your face suddenly lights up. “Oh! I found a recipe the other day for apple cinnamon crepes.” 

He mirrors the grin on your face as he holds down the wooden ladder and you climb up. The steps feel like they bend under your weight. 

“Yeah, I definitely have to make those.” The excitement is evident in your voice. Confidence marks every twist and toss of the apples you pick, upon your newfound objective. 

“Hm… so you’re big on cooking?” Eren voices beneath you. He wants to make something of his apples, too, but he knows he'll end up having most of them as they are, whole or cut up in slices — just to mix things up.

You smile down at him.

“Yeah, I am.”

Eren recites your answers under his breath. The last apple lands in your bag and you finally start to make your way down. You climbed up a couple more steps in the process of your apple-picking, so you've got somewhat of a long way down to go.

“Be careful,” Eren says, to which you nod. “Here, give me your bag.” He holds out a hand once you're low enough, so you can focus on getting down safely. The straps slide along his arm, resting at last in the crook of his elbow as he attentively supervises your descent.

Every now and then, your depth perception fails you. It'll convince you you're about to miss a step on the stairs or make one up out of thin air. You'll be tricked into believing you're about to step on a flat surface instead of one that rises, and vice-versa. But you can't blame your depth perception for what happens, for it's the second to last step that snaps and causes you to lose balance, and stumble down, twisting your ankle in the process.

Eren’s arm wraps around your waist, but his reflexes aren't quick enough to save you from all harm. The sting around your ankle is there, along with a small trickle of blood, likely the work of the splintered step.

A painful whine escapes your lips as you curl into Eren’s chest.

“It's okay, I got you, it's okay,” Eren comforts you, pressing you further into his chest. He doesn't realize you're hurt until you step back with a wince and look down at your feet.

He's crouched on the ground, back to you, in a split second.

“Come on. Armin brought a first-aid kit, it's in the car.” 

You hesitate, not wanting to trouble him. But when you try to take another step to prove you can walk, the pain shoots up your leg once more. 

Eren’s arms wrap firmly around your legs, while yours cling tightly to his shoulders. 

“I'm okay,” you insist. “I don't think I broke anything, I just twisted it.”

When Eren doesn't reply immediately, a dreadful sense of guilt settles at the pit of your stomach. A good time has been ruined and it's all your fault.

Like always.

“Still,” Eren murmurs. “I'm worried. You scared me back there.” There's a trace of anxiety lingering in his voice from when he caught your fall.

The flutter in your stomach makes its reappearance. Your gaze meets with his side profile, at least the most you can see from your angle. His face is serious, brows pulled together in either worry or determination, you're not sure. 

“I can hop on one foot the rest of the way if I'm too heavy.” 

He laughs through his nose. The corners of your lips tug into a smile, cheeks warm, and eyes fixed on the shift in his features.

“I don't mind carrying you.”

The warmth from his skin trespasses every layer of clothing. The scent he emanates is a mix of vanilla and sweat from his physical efforts this morning — it's comforting.

As you near the group, you find yourself sinking into him, your head leaning into his shoulder, cheek pressed against his ear, and arms squeezing around him just a little tighter.

“What happened?”

Armin is the first to notice your return, and he rushes to your side to inspect for any other injuries.

“Eren pushed me,” you say in as serious a tone as you can muster, shaking your head in feigned disappointment. 

Gasps erupt from everyone, to which Eren immediately protests.

“Wha– I didn't push her!” His eyebrows upturn in hurt from everyone's sudden betrayal. “Do you really believe I would do that?”

Nonsensical mumbles arise, paired with shrugs and a single ‘she's pretty credible’. 

Eren rolls his eyes.

“We should get you to a doctor,” Armin states. Everyone starts gathering their things on the spot.

“No, no. I'm fine, really. I'm pretty sure I just twisted it.”

“We're going to the car. You guys stay here. We'll let you know if we need to leave.” Eren's voice is strong and commanding. It's different from his usual self. 

He carries you the rest of the way to the parking lot, a chorus of encouraging words fading behind you the further you get. You're stopped near the entrance by the old man who served as your guide earlier, and Eren calmly explains what happened. You apologize for the broken ladder, to which the old man apologizes in an even more profuse manner for being at fault for your injury.

When you finally make it to the car, Eren opens the trunk door and sets you down carefully, before rummaging for the first-aid kit. He pulls out a small bottle of alcohol and a cotton pad to clean the cut on your leg.

You hiss at the contact. 

“Sorry.” 

The crease in Eren's forehead deepens as he focuses on leaving your skin clean. In stark contrast to the stinging sensation produced by the alcohol, his touch is gentle. He eyes you every few seconds, making sure you're okay. 

The butterflies in his stomach stir wildly when your eyes happen to meet with his, but it’s been getting easier to ignore the effect you have on them than before. He’s proud to say he’s come a long way and can keep himself in check. That’s not to say you hold any less power than the day you met. 

“I’m gonna check your ankle, okay?” he warns calmly, only acting on his word once you nod in approval.

He rotates your foot carefully, gauging your reaction to the movement. 

With great care, he begins pressing the pads of his fingers into your ankle, massaging the area while looking for any signs of swelling or protuberances that shouldn’t be there.

“I feel bad,” you murmur.

“Does it hurt?” Eren pulls back his hand.

You shake your head.

“No. I mean, yes, a little. But I wasn’t talking about that.” You sigh. “I just feel bad for causing trouble.” 

Eren can feel his heart sinking when you look up at him with sadness clouding your gaze.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “We were having a nice time and I ruined it.”

It takes a second for him to recover. Now that it’s just the two of you, the disappointment you held back just moments ago in front of everyone else surfaces on your face. 

He clears his throat and continues massaging your ankle. 

“Nothing to be sorry about. It could’ve happened to anybody.”

You chew on your bottom lip. You’re sure it’s true, but it doesn’t ease the guilt that it had to happen to you.

“Jean is allergic to bees. He could’ve easily been stung by one and we’d have to go,” Eren laughs.

His attempt at comforting you fails. You nod out of courtesy, but keep your head low.

The two of you are quiet for a moment. Eren wants to make you feel better. On the way to Sunrise Orchards, you said you’ve never been apple-picking. That’s got to play a major part in your defeated demeanor.

“We can come back next year,” he suggests. “And there's a ton of other fun stuff we can do together. You can pick next time. What would you like?” 

He sits straighter when you start humming in thought.

“Hm… I don’t know. There’s a lot I want to do but it’s pretty basic stuff. It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Tell me. What's something you've always wanted to do?”

A nervous shiver runs along your spine as you tightly clasp your hands together. Eren waits patiently, tilting his head and boyishly smiling at you as you build the courage to speak.

“I want to spend a day at the beach.”

“Beach day,” Eren echoes slowly. “You like to swim?”

You look away, embarrassed. 

“I don’t know how.”

“No worries, I can teach you.” His gaze travels to the sky, lips pressed tight as he comes up with what to ask you next. “What else? What’s your favorite thing to do in… the winter?”

You freeze. Images of your younger self locked out in the snow, crying, flash behind your eyes.

I’m sick of you here!  

“Um… I don’t really have anything in mind.”

“That’s okay,” he grins. “We can find something. Do you like hot chocolate?”

You nod.

“With peppermint or marshmallows?”

“Both.”

“Popcorn?”

You nod again.

“Movies?”

You nod a third time.

“Ugly sweaters? Tacky pajamas?”

“I don’t think so,” you laugh.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, too. “Do you like fireworks?”

With narrowed eyes, you reply “Maybe”.

“I’ll take that as a yes. We’ll get together one night and wreak havoc.”

You giggle.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the only sounds coming from far away on the other side of the steel gate. The pain in your ankle has long subsided, yet your leg remains resting on Eren’s lap, as his thumb gently brushes along your skin.

“Why do you ask me so many questions?” 

“What do you mean?” His face contorts in an attempt to look confused, but it’s clear he’s aware of his actions.

“I just feel like you’ve asked me a ton of questions today. The other night, too. It was a bit random.”

There’s a pause. The strokes on your ankle come to a stop as his hand simply rests there. You wait with bated breath and a thumping heart for him to respond.

“Because I want to know you.” 

It’s like you’ve been plagued with a serious case of butterflies. They can’t seem to stop stirring.

“I like hearing you talk, even if it's about random things. Don't get me wrong, I'm curious about the more serious stuff, too… if you ever want to talk to me.” 

Shame washes over you, leaving your head hung low so he can’t see the way your lips tremble at the thought of burdening him with said serious stuff. 

Eren’s all too worried about regaining control of his body temperature to notice. He slides his cap off and runs a shaky hand through his hair.

“I’m curious about everything.” His voice blooms warmth in your heart. “It's just… nice to learn about you.”

“Were you this nosy with all your other friends?” You’re trying to ease the situation, trying to poke fun in some way, but your voice comes out with cracks. 

He locks eyes with you.

“No.”

Eren is a nice guy — in the purest sense of the word. For someone so self-aware, it's only now that everything starts catching up to you. 

The warmth in your stomach, the ease of conversation laced with a sneaky hint of tension in more recent times, the admiration you feel when watching him behave so caring and dependable — it all washes over you like ice water, eliciting goosebumps on your skin and a shiver down your back.

It finally hits you.

“Oh,” you say.

“Yeah,” he whispers.

More silence paired with shy aversions of each other’s gaze. Then, Eren clears his throat and straightens his posture a little. 

“They're huge narcissists, so it doesn't take much to get them talking about themselves.” 

His eyes roll, and his nose scrunches in feigned disgust.

The tension fades as you lose yourself in laughter. His eyes crinkle, and his classic boyish grin stretches across his face as he watches your eyes light up. 

“Try to stand,” he says, setting your foot down from his lap and hoisting you up by the waist.

You try shifting your weight between your feet and moving your foot around to test for any lingering pain.

“Feel better?” 

You smile up at him.

“Yeah.”

“Sorry for worrying you guys.”

After going on a short test walk around the parking lot, you were interrupted by Mikasa coming over to check on you. Seeing you walk just fine, she ushered you and Eren back inside to have lunch with the rest of the group. You all shared a simple meal back at the spot where you lost your footing. The old man and his wife felt so bad that you got hurt that they gifted you a pie from their shop which, of course, you shared with everyone.

“Don’t even mention it. Thanks to you, we got free dessert.” Mikasa happily pats her stomach to show her appreciation.

The ride home feels much shorter than when you were first headed for the orchard. Upon Armin’s insistence, Eren drops him and Mikasa off first. As he put it, if one did the math, Eren could save some handsome road time by making you his last stop.

With each person that gets out of the car, the ride grows more and more silent. 

Eren knows he must focus on the road, but he can’t keep his mind from wandering. He gave himself away too soon by asking you out on your second time seeing each other — technically third — but he’s tried his best to keep it lowkey. You already know he likes you, and he knows you don’t see him that way, which is why he eased the tension with a joke back at the parking lot. He has to admit that talking to you has gotten easier, though. Instead of getting worked up over nothing and tripping over his words, he can ease up now. For a moment he hoped you were just a pretty face he needed to get used to, but no chance — you’re still as alluring as ever, and he’s still mesmerized just the same by every little thing you do, even more so. But he can’t hope you’ll feel the same way.

“Take the next right.”

Your voice has the power to anchor him at any given moment. 

You’ve changed, too, he’s noticed. You’re smiling more, laughing more. You’ve grown comfortable around him, too. Or perhaps he’s just gotten better at evoking those things from you. Whatever the case, it swells him with pride.

“Right there.”

You point to an apartment building at the center of the block. It’s a tall brick building with vines twisting and turning, wrapping around window sills and down the walls.

He parks the car right in front and gets down to help you gather your things from the trunk — your bag of apples and a piece of leftover pie. Your fingers brush over his as you take hold of your stuff, leaving a tingling sensation on his hands.

“I know you got hurt, but did you have a nice time?” he asks, shielding his hands from the cold by stuffing them in his pockets. 

You rock your weight on the balls of your feet, humming contemplatively. 

“I did,” you finally say. “Thanks for keeping me company.”

“Anytime,” he replies — and he means it. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Smiling, you nod.

“Bye, Eren.”

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Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Part 18

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Characters: Wolffe

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff, funeral

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: Gonna be honest with y'all, I wrote this chapter this morning before lunch, because the last two weeks have been hectic at work and I haven't had any time. There was an important executive meeting Wednesday and everyone of importance was there, and then there was me 😅 So, yeah, sorry if this isn't up to my usual standards. I'll probably edit it at some point. As always, please enjoy 💚

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Wolffe strolled down the streets of Coruscant and followed the coordinates Fox gave him for the nanny service. He was hesitant about hiring a stranger to watch his daughter, but he was more hesitant about leaving her in the sole care of the Jedi in the Temple. Wolffe trusted Plo with his life and his men, but Plo wasn't going to be the one watching Cara, and that was the unsettling part. On the other hand, Fox did mention that he vetted the nanny service, so it seemed safe enough. But it still rolled around in the back of his head like a marble on glass.

Wolffe tilted his head back towards the sky and groaned. He enjoyed life better when he didn't have to make these types of decisions. He was bred to think more outside the box than the average clone, but that was when it came to battle strategies, not babysitting. He knew about war and how to fight one, so he knew how to make those proper decisions, even in a split second on the battlefield under heavy fire, he could make clear and concise choices. However, parenting didn't come with a manual, simulations, target practice, or anything else useful.

Wolffe's comm beeped when he reached the coordinates. He must have been deep in his thoughts to have kept walking and ended up at the location he was headed to without realizing it. Auto-pilot is what everyone called it, but Wolffe called it a death trap. Distractions like that could get him and his entire battalion killed and then Cara would have no one–she'd be a real orphan. The thought made Wolffe shiver. He was going on a simple rescue mission and he'd be right back when it was done. There was no need for him to think those thoughts.

Wolffe looked up at the bright pink and blue neon sign with lines that swirled into odd shapes reminiscent of Galactic Basic letters. He raised an eyebrow at the strange sign and tilted his head to the side to try and read it. Why couldn't people just make signs with normal letters? He squinted in a final effort to read the words, but he shook his head and walked through the door without knowing what it said. If he was at the wrong establishment, he'd turn around, but something about the decor in the lobby told him he was in the right place.

It was a cross between, what Wolffe would consider, a child's play area and a sterile medcenter examination room. It looked and smelled clean, like an exam room, but their decorations were vibrant and colorful, and there were children's toys everywhere. It looked like a controlled clutter and it made Wolffe feel uncomfortable–anxious. He grew up in a sterilized environment with soft white lights, where the only color he ever saw was the dull blue or red of the cadet uniforms. The amount of color in this room made him dizzy.

"Can I help you?" the woman behind the counter asked.

Wolffe snapped out of his daze and approached the counter. The receptionist seemed nice enough–middle-aged, with graying hair, and glasses that reflected the light from the screen she sat behind. "I need a…" he paused. The words felt foreign in his mouth and almost disgusting to say, and he didn't know why. "...a nanny."

The woman grabbed one of the data-pads out of the docking port and handed it to Wolffe. "Start with completing this form."

Wolffe took the data-pad and stared at the woman, waiting for more direction. "Where…"

"You can sit in one of the chairs over there," she said. She stood up and pointed to a row of chairs that lined the far wall.

Wolffe nodded and sat in one of the chairs. It was made of plastic and squeaked under his weight. Even the chairs made Wolffe uncomfortable. Everything about this place made him feel itchy and prickly under his skin. He rapidly tapped his foot on the floor and periodically reminded himself to stop. The clones didn't have nervous tics. Well, at least, clone commanders didn't have nervous tics, and he wasn't sure when he possibly picked one up, but he could guess it had something to do with Cara. He wouldn't even be in this room if it wasn't for her.

Wolffe took a deep breath and started filling out the form. It started with simple information. How many kids–easy, one. Name–also easy, Cara. Date of birth–oh, no. He knew the day Cara was born, didn't he? Wolffe tapped his foot harder. What kind of father was he if he couldn't remember his only child's birthday? Maker, he wished his wife could help him. Then a light bulb turned on. The recording of Cara's birthday had a time stamp. Luckily, he had a good memory, and he input the date and month, and with a little math, he added the year.

Wolffe continued to work on the form. Much of it was simple, but there were more difficult parts, mostly to do with him. It asked for his last name–he didn't have one. It asked for his identification number–he didn't have one. It asked for his occupation–what was he supposed to put? War? Clone? Commander? He decided to leave it blank and move on. It was a dumb question anyway. This was about Cara, not him. Everything else about Cara and his wife was easy to input. It did ask for allergy and pediatrician information, but he didn't have any of that.

Once he completed the form to his best abilities, he brought the data-pad back to the woman at the counter. She took it and started importing the data into their system while Wolffe stood and waited for her to finish.

The woman frowned. "This form is incomplete."

Maker, he just wanted to get out of here. "I put in what I could."

"Your last name?" she asked. She stared at him like he was stupid or something.

"I don't have one," he said. "I'm a clone."

"Hm," she huffed with surprise. "I didn't know clones could have children."

Wolffe huffed. "We're not exactly sterile."

The woman ignored the comment. "I'll just put 'clone' as your last name. It won't let me submit the form without it."

Wolffe sighed. "Whatever works."

"And your daughter is…" she began. "Cara Dalott?" She paused, looking confused. "Wait, as in the Dalott's? The aristocratic Dalott family on the upper level? That Dalott?"

Wolffe gritted his teeth. "Yes, that Dalott."

"I didn't know the Dalott's had a granddaughter," she said while scanning through the rest of the information.

Now, he was getting annoyed. "It wasn't advertised."

"Such a shame about their daughter, Maria, though," she said, not looking up from her screen. "She had so much potential. What a waste."

"Please," Wolffe said. "Don't talk to me about my dead wife."

The woman peered up at him from behind her glasses, then went back to looking at her screen. "There's still some mis–"

Wolffe flattened his palms against the counter and took a deep breath. "Listen, all I need is for someone to live in the Jedi Temple and take care of my daughter while I'm halfway across the galaxy fighting a war! Can you help me or not?"

The woman sighed and placed the data-pad down. "Mr. Wolffe, do you need a live-in, full-time, or part-time nanny?"

"Live-in," he said.

"Species preference?"

"Human."

"Gender preference?"

"Female."

"Age preference?"

"Don't care."

"And when do you need the nanny?"

"Tomorrow, before sunset."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "You just want everything, don't you?"

"Do you have someone or not?" he asked.

The woman pulled out her comm. "I might have one that fits your needs. I'll send her a message and see if she's available to start tomorrow, but no guarantees."

"Thank you," he said. "How much?"

"How long do you need her for?" she asked.

Wolffe shrugged. He could try to guess, but it wouldn't be accurate. "Maybe two or three months?"

"Rates for live-in nannies are 2,500 credits a month," she said. "You want to pay for two or three?"

Wolffe's jaw dropped. Where was he going to get that many credits before tomorrow? This was way more expensive than he thought it was going to be. He hadn't counted, but he probably only had about 500 credits to his name. He could ask around the battalion, but credits were sparse among the clones and to ask his men to fund a nanny for his daughter sounded dumb. He'd have to find another way–some way. Once deployed, he could scavenge up more credits for the next time he needed the nanny. He'd never drink again, but it was a small price.

"Two months, and if I'm gone longer, I'll have it transferred," Wolffe said.

"Perfect," she said, then gave the data-pad back to Wolffe with a stylus. "Sign at the bottom."

Wolffe signed the agreement and gave the data-pad and stylus back to the woman.

The woman's comm dinged and she read the message. "Good news, Mr. Wolffe. I have your nanny. She'll be here tomorrow morning. Your payment is due then."

"Thank you," Wolffe said, and he turned to leave. Now he only had one thing to focus on, where he was going to get 5,000 credits before the morning.

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Red Head

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader (Red Head) & Benny X Beth

Rating Flirty (Mild Smut Implications)

I sat at my table in my apartment hoping my wicked little plan was going to work as I intended. Across my apartment Beth sat sorting her suitcase for the four days she'd be here between the Ohio tournament and Paris, she had intended to get a hotel but I offered my living room to her. It wasn't the case I was feeling nice I did have a point to doing so, I was trying to Coax Y/n over as I know she can be a little... jealous. So as soon as she finds out I have a lady here she'll be over which is really what I want. I miss Y/n so so much, I knew I missed her the moment I got back through the basement door, as all I wanted was to see her sweet Y/E/C eyes and cute red curls. To wrap my arms around her waist and give her a billion kisses. I miss her so badly, but I knew why we were apart. We were young and in love so happy and excited and then... things happened, and I knocked her up. It made our relationship very strained even if we both still loved each other so deeply that we needed time apart she moved out about six months into her pregnancy and I had been visiting her as much as I could. Once our little angel was born we agreed to spend as much time as could to see our sweet girl as much as possible. I had to work still so I'd been off on tournaments and championships so I hadn't seen Y/n or our daughter for almost two months! That's like half her little life I've missed! But now I'm home... the only thing I want is Y/n and my daughter back in my arms where they belong, forever this time. But... if it doesn't work... I have Beth. which will do I guess I know I should think better about Beth, she is nice I guess but honestly... I'd trade the world to have Y/n and Ila back. 

Maybe if Y/n sees me with another lady she might get jealous and realize how much she misses me too. I can hope! 

I sat not paying much attention to Beth and her business, and I perked up as the phone rang. So I cleared my throat and picked up the phone,

"Hello?"

"Hi Watts," her sweet voice comes through the phone, 

I knew her call was coming it's like she has a sixth sense, for this type of stuff. So I smiled and replied, "Hello Y/n,"

"I need a favour,"

"Oh? enlighten me?" 

"Sitter cancelled and I have a double shift today so can I-"

"Don't even sweat it, ohh actually give me a sec," I told her playfully, I moved the phone but made sure it was close enough Y/n would still hear me, "Beth?" I asked,

"Yes?" she asked looking up to me,

"you alright with my daughter coming to stay for the night?"

"Ohh... uhh yeah sure," she shrugged, 

"Good," I nodded before I returned to the phone, "Yeah no problem bring her by and I'll look after her,"

"You sure if you have a visitor?"

"I'm sure, bring her over. I'll see you soon," 

"Alright see you soon," 

I hung up the phone,

"How old is your daughter?" Beth asked,

"She's four months," I smiled,

"ohh, still a baby," she said a little nervous, "Never been around babies,"

"Awww Ila is a beautiful well behaved little angel," I smiled, 

"Ila?"

"Ila. Ila Watts. She's perfect,"

"I never imagined you... as a dad?"

"Well, it happens," I shrug, "And... I don't know, I think I'm kinda... made to be a dad," 

It wasn't long until the door knocked so I fixed my hair and ran to the door opening it up to let her in. Y/n stood beyond my door, in her little white sneakers, her flesh-tone stockings, her little white dress with her cardigan and bag over her shoulder, her sweet red hair in little curls around her shoulders, her sweet Y/E/C eyes and freckles across her face. And in her arms! the sweetest little baby ever! her cute little pale skin and freckles and Y/E/C eyes just like her mother but she had my hair and my nose Y/n had dressed her in a cute little purple dress with little pink butterflies and put her blonde hair in a braid,

"Awwww hello, my sweet little love! My beautiful little Ila," I cooed taking her to pull her to my chest and give her all the cuddles and kisses I'd be saving for her since I saw her last, 

"Hello Benny," Y/n playfully rolled her eyes,

"Hello Y/n," I blushed giving her cheek a kiss praying she would return it and she did which turned my cheeks red, 

We both came in Y/n put Ila's bag on the table as I carried Ila on my hip giving her lots of kisses which made her giggle, 

"You saw her three weeks ago," Y/n laughed,

"Yeah that's three weeks," I chuckled, "You are getting so big now," I cooed, 

"I take it this is the Beth Harmon I have read about," Y/n turned her attention to Beth the two coming almost squaring each other up, 

"You must be Y/n Watts," Beth offered her hand,

Y/n chuckled, "Just Y/n," she said shaking her hand, 

"Ohh... sorry I-"

"It's fine," 

"You two aren't then..."

"No, no... we took time apart just before Ila was born,"

"Yeah, but we share looking after this little lady," I cooed, 

"Her milk's in her bag, her little bear is in the bag, of course, I'll be back at six," Y/n explained, 

"I know, have a good shift, Y/n," I smiled,

"I will have fun Ila sweetheart," she kissed Ila, "Nice to meet you, Beth," She said giving her a wave before she headed out of the apartment and off to work, 

"She's nice," Beth nodded,

"Yeah she's lovely," I nodded trying not to blush, 

"Can I hold her?" Beth asked looking at Ila,

"Aww of course," I cooed, "Ila Watts, this is Beth Harmon." I smiled, "Beth this is Ila," 

"Hello," Beth did her best to smile but Ila wasn't overly bothered about her, 

"Just put your hand under her butt, and under her head there you go," I smiled as I handed Ila over to Beth, she seemed unsure but smiled at little Ila,

"Awww she's so cute,"

"She is isn't she, the most beautiful girl in the world," I cooed, 

But Ila began to squirm and cry, 

"Ohh what did I do?"

"Awww come here little lovely lady, come to daddy," I took Ila back and she happily calmed down, 

"Sorry..."

"It's alright she just probably wanted a cuddle with Daddy," I smiled, 

I finished feeding Ila her bottle and began to bounce her on my shoulder to burp her, 

"You're really good with her," Beth smiled as she sat on the airbed, 

"Thanks," I smiled as I finally burped Ila so I laid her in the crib, 

"You look... really handsome with a baby," 

"I do?" I raised an eyebrow as I sat down with her and we each had a drink,

"Yeah," she smiled, "it's really cute how good you are with her,"

"Thanks," I blushed a little, 

"So..." she smiled moving a little closer and brushing her fingers through my hair, "I notice, Y/n and I do have something in common?"

"Ohh?"

"You got a thing for redheads Benny?"

"...Maybe," 

"Well your little angel's sleeping soundly and she's not getting picked up till tomorrow right?"

"...Yeah, true," I smirked a little, 

"Shall we?" She encouraged, 

I thought about it for a while, I couldn't not think about Y/n but admittedly... Y/n has been gone for a while now, and maybe it would be better for me to just try someone else. "Alright," I smirked back taking her hand and giving it a small kiss before heading her to my room, 

I lay gasping, sweat across my body as Beth turned over and went to sleep. It was fun, and Intense but... I felt sick. 

I felt like a dick, I know Y/n and I aren't together but... I felt so strange, I felt like I was cheating on her. And it didn't help, even if I had been on my own a while this didn't help it just made me miss Y/n even more. I wanted her body in my hands, her lips on my own, I wanted her! Not beth... Nothing wrong with Beth she's great but... I want Y/n. I Barely slept at all just tossing and turning trying not to think about what I did. I suppose it had a small silver lining, I know now... I am not going to be able to get over Y/n. 

Ila began to cry so I got up and slipped some clothes on going out and soothing her back to sleep, I kissed her little blonde head as she drifted away again.

"I'm sorry Ila, Daddy did a bad thing." I whispered, "And Mummy is not going to be happy with Daddy." 

I stayed up watching over Ila until the door knocked so I went and got it opening it wide to see Y/n tired from her double shift.

"Hey," she smiled kissing my cheek,

"Hey," I sighed letting her in, 

"You okay?"

"Yeah... tired."

"Ohh she kept you up?"

"No, no she was an angel as always,"

"Good, Awww sleeping like a little log," she chuckled as she went to the crib, 

"Y/n-"

"Yeah?" She asked giving Ila a little stoke in her crib not wanting to wake her, "Such a beautiful little baby, you were good for daddy?"

"Y/n Please. I need to tell you something?" I sighed crossing my arms over my chest,

"What is it?" She stood noticing how serious I was, 

I went to open my mouth but the bedroom door opened to Beth in my shirt from last night with messy hair, Y/ns eyes met her, and then she flicked them to me, without a word. She knew. 

"Morning," Beth yawned,

I could see the rage building in Y/n so I very quickly grabbed my wallet, 

"Beth. Ughhh run down to the corner store and ughh grab some cigarettes," I told her as I know she smokes handing her some money, 

"I have half a -" she began,

"Beth. Please." I pleaded with her, she looked between me and Y/n and took the money, she went into the bedroom and got some different clothes on all while we waited without a word, She came out and kissed my cheek but I didn't give her a reaction. 

"Back in a sec," she says,"

"Take your time." I told her, The moment the door closed, "I can explain."

"I don't want to hear it," she said packing up Ila's things, 

"No, no no." I stopped her, "Please... please just listen to me I swear I can explain,"

"I don't want to hear it benny," she said our voices hushed so as to not wake Ila but still angry, 

"Please just hear me out,"

"You had sex with her?"

"yes I did But-"

"No, but there is not but-"

"Yes, there is! Please I did it I admit that but I feel so bad about it it's destroying me I should never have done it I was being so stupid!"

"Yes, you were!"

"I know! I know! Please will you ever forgive me!"

"No!"

"No! please, Y/n!"

"You had sex with some girl while our infant daughter slept in her crib, less than two feet away, I don't know what would be worse the door was open she could have seen, heard, god knows what. Closed! she is four months something could have happened to her,"

"The door was open but only a crack! and I listened for her crying the whole time we were super quiet so as to not wake her. But that's not important right now-"

"It's very important Benny!" she complained "You had sex with a woman five feet from our infant!"

"This! This is what you're concerned about! She was safe she was fine, aren't you infatuated I cheated on you!"

"Not really,"

"what do you mean not really!"

"We are split up Benny!"

"So!"

"So it's not cheating if we're not together!"

"But I feel terrible, I betrayed you, I regret everything I did, please"

"This is what you are concerned over! benny we're not together you can fuck who you want I don't care I care when our daughter is in earshot!"

"Why!"

"So you don't traumatize our infant daughter!"

"No! why don't you care? I cheated on you! I had felt sick to my stomach the moment I did it! I still love you, you know I do, and I know you still love me, it was a huge huge mistake and I would do anything to undo it..." I explained tears flooding down my face, "Please... please... I- I can't be without you, the woman I love the mother of my child, I felt like throwing up to think about what I've done. I want you. I only want you. Please forgive me... Please... forgive me, let me do whatever it takes to make it up to you and please.... please Y/n... give me back my family." 

"You're family?"

"You and me and Ila."

"you slept with-

"I know. I know. Please... I'll walk barefoot through glass for you. I'll climb the Empire State Building naked. I'll swim from New Jersey to Dover. Please! She's my daughter... and you're my girl. I am so so sorry, I should have thrown away every invitation that came while you were pregnant, I should have never left your side, I should have helped you work through all your feelings, I have missed half of her life... and I don't want to miss another second of it. And I want to share every single moment of her life with you." 

"That doesn't excuse what you've done..."

"I know." I told her stroking her cheek, "But I swear to you, I would do the impossible for Ila. And I would do the impossible for you." 

"That's just it... it's impossible," she said going to the crib,

"No! NOOOO! No, you can't please!" I begged, "Reject me if you must if you really can't face what I have done. But please... please Y/n I beg of you. Don't take her. She's my daughter, my angel, my baby girl, please! you can't take her, you can't just take her, please! Please... even if you reject me even if you hate me please just let me see her..." I begged, "Please just let me see my daughter,"

"I don't think she should be anywhere near her sex pervert of a father for a while,"

"NOOO! Please!" I broke down, "You have no right! you can't just take her! she's my daughter!"

"And she's mine too!"

"You are not just taking her!"

"What makes you think you should keep her! you've been gone half her life and as soon as you come back you spent your time with someone else so clearly you don't want her around!"

"I said I'm sorry! The only person I want around is you, BUT you -"

"Don't you dare blame me for this! You ran off and left me while I was pregnant!"

"To make money! To afford our baby!"

"and when you get back the first thing you do is shack up with her!"

"I'd have shacked up with you if you were here!"

"Ohh so it's purely whoever is close enough?"

"No! that's not what I-" I sighed, "Y/n... I love you. I am sorry for what I did. I regret it completely. I will never even think of doing something like this again. I want to be with you. I want to be with Ila. I will literally have sex with you every day to make you trust me. and I would becuase your fucking gorgeous! nothing on her. You know why I slept with her! really! the real answer! cause she's a redhead. and it went through my mind in the short seconds she flirted with me that if I turned her over and just looked at her from the back with her red hair for a brief moment I could think it's YOU! Happy! You are happy you made me admit I am a fucking degenerate! That I love my ex that fucking much that I could have slept with any woman from her to Ohio in the last week but no I slept with Beth.  the one Other redhead I know! Becuase I am that down bad about you! I brought her hear literally to make you jealous! to try and get over you and I can't! I did it! it doesn't work! I still love you, I still want you and I would rather DIE than not have you!" 

She grabbed my face and kissed me, I was shocked given how much of a rant I just went on, but I am not complaining I grabbed her body and savoured every single thing. Her skin, her lips, her smell, her taste. I never wanted to let her go, I grabbed her thighs and picked her up wrapping her legs around me as I carried her to bed our lips never even separating until I dropped her on the bed. I went to pull open my draw to grab surprisingly my second condom of the last twenty-four hours but she slapped my hand,

"Don't you dare?" She smirked, "You know that's not how I like you,"

"Alright... just how you love me," I smirked pulling her back into the kiss.

I smiled holding Y/n close and peppering her with all the kisses I could manage, 

"I wonder where Beth is?" She spoke up,

"...Hu..." I sighed, "I hadn't even thought about that... She'll be fine," I shrug, 

"Alright," She chuckled trying to go but I pulled her closer,

"No. My Y/n."

"I'm getting Ila,"

"Ohhh... yes! fetch the angel!" I cooed,

She climbed out and fetched little Ila climbing back into bed I wrapped my arms around the two of them, and... for the first time in months, I felt happy again. I felt complete. I felt like everything was right. The three of us snuggled together in my bed, the world could end in this moment and I would welcome it with a smile, as I have my world in my arms. 

"I love you both so much,"

"I love you too Benny,"

"Does this mean... it's happening?"

"What's happening?" she chuckled,

"We're getting back together?" 

"... I don't know Benny,"

"Y/n, please. you know I'll do anything to make you forgive me. I am a dick for everything I've done. But I want you girls in my life. I need you."

"How about this... a couple of months, visiting. while I think it over?"

"...Okay," I nodded, 

I sat with my book trying to keep my mind awake this late when the phone rang, I rolled my eyes assuming it was Beth. 

I had been... distant with her. We hadn't done anything since that night nothing had happened the rest of her days with me in New York and I had no intention of doing anything with her at all ever again all while I waited for Y/n... she wanted time so I gave her it, Ila had been visiting all month and I felt more in love every second I was with them. I wanted to bolt over and just take them in my arms but I gave her time. 

I went and grabbed the phone expecting her flirty tone but,

"Hello?"

"Hi, Watts."

"Y/n! Hi sweetie."

"Hi, is it a good time to talk?"

"Yeah of course what's up?"

"I uhh... I made a decision,"

"You did," I became nervous given her tone, "what is it?"

"Well... I have, now you need to-"

"Y/n. You know I love you. And I want you back as my girlfriend you know I -"

"Benny please listen,"

"Okay... sorry..."

"I went to the doctor today," 

"You did! is Ila okay!"

"Ila is fine it was for me."

"Oh... are you okay?"

"Yeah just a blood test and stuff but uhh they found something out,"

"What did they find out?"

"... Benny I'm pregnant."

"wha- what!"

"I'm pregnant."

"H-h-h-ho-ho-how- how is that-" I stuttered, "Oh my god we didn't use a condom..."

"Yeah,"

"Please don't take this the wrong-"

"yes, it's yours."

"Ohh thank god. sorry, I-"

"It's okay, natural for you to ask, So I'm pregnant again..." she sighed, "So  I know my answer"

"Which is?"

"I want to come home..."

"You do?" I got teary,

"Is that okay with you?"

"It's more than okay with me," I smiled, "Come home Y/n, and I promise I will be here for you, and Ila, and for our little one."

"Are you sure?"

"Y/n. I love you. I want you home. Our home. I want us to be together again."

"Okay, see you in an hour,"

"See you soon," I smiled blowing her a kiss and she blew me one too before I hung up the phone, but almost immediately I picked it back up and dialled the number it took a while but it soon answered,

"Hello?"

"Hey Beth,"

"ohh Hi, Benny,"

"So uhh... I need a word,"

"About what?"

"This... this isn't going to work, it's been fun, but you're so far away in Kentucky and I have Ila to think about it's just... it's not going to work you can find someone else to go to Moscow with you,"

"Ohh... yeah I understand, thanks for telling me I guess rather than just leaving me hanging,"

"Yeah I didn't want to be a dick about it, but your a really great girl I'm sure you'll find someone better than me,"

"Thanks, Benny,"

"you're welcome, Bye Beth."

"Bye, Benny,"

I hung up and I couldn't hold back my smile I went to the bedroom and dug through my drawer grabbing the little box I had bought when we first found out about Ila... but Y/n never gave me a chance to give it to her. I changed my shirt and did my hair and soon enough I heard the door so I rushed over with the box in my pocket and opened the door to see Y/n with Ila in her arms.

"Hi Benny,"

"Hi," I smiled giving her lips a soft kiss and she happily returned it, I kissed Ila and took her from Y/n taking her to her high chair while Y/n threw her bag on the bed and Ila's bag by the crib, "How are you for stuff?"

"Good for two weeks, we can start the move-in from there,"

"Perfect," I smiled, "Y/n..."

"Yes, Benny?"

"I uhh I have a little gift for you,"

"Ohh? Pizza? cause I am starving?"

"No" I laughed, "But we can get pizza," I smiled, "Y/n." I took her hand and gave it a soft kiss, "I love you beyond measure, when you left it broke me, all I wanted was you back in my arms, we have a beautiful little girl together and she's everything I ever wanted. I made mistakes I admit that and I am happy to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I've told Beth it's never happening again and it's over even if it never really began... and now... we get another little one. I have Ila. and soon we'll have another sweet baby. I have everything I need to be happy,"

"And now you have me too,"

"I do... but I need you to be one more thing, My wife."

"Benny you-"

"Please Y/n, will you marry me?" I asked offering her the little box she took it and opened it to see the sweet white diamond I got for her what felt like so long ago now, "I understand if you need time to-"

"Yes."

"wh- what?"

"yes! Yes, I'll marry you!"

"Ohh Y/n! I love you so much!" I hugged her as tight as I could,

"I love you too Benny!" she began to cry so I pulled back kissed her tears and slipped the ring on her finger, we both blushed hard and shared our first sweet kiss as an engaged couple only to be interrupted by Ila crying we chuckled and shared a small kiss before I picked Ila up in my arms and I held Ila, Y/n and my hand on Y/n's stomach and our slowly growing baby, 

"I have all that matters to me, in my arms right now. and I am never letting any of it go again." 

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Coming up in 2nd place is our very own Mathias! Requests are closed, but it’s about time I gave him some more headcanons. Once again, writing him is gonna be an absolute piece of cake because he’s one of my best characters, if not the best.

Without further ado, let’s hop right into it!

Content warning: Very brief NSFW.

Denmark headcanons

As the resident golden retriever, Mathias is always bounding with energy. He loves to have fun, and is up for just about anything. But under his kind and unassuming nature is something quite untamable.

Appearance

Mathias looks exactly how he sounds. He has spiky blonde hair that sticks up in the front and around his head. He also has some sideburns going on. It’s a bit wild and unruly, but he’ll just tell you it’s indicative of his personality! From a distance, he might even look like a pineapple.

Being in his early to mid-twenties, he has rather sharp features. You could even say Mathias looks mature, but it’s hard to tell with all the different expressions he makes. You’ll have to catch him reading, focusing on a movie, or building a hard Lego set to see his neutral face. It only lasts so long before it changes to something else entirely.

He’s very pale. It’s only his cheeks and nose that are a little pink from rosacea. Mathias also turns really red after physical exertion or sunburn. He needs to slap on a heap of sunscreen or he’s else not gonna survive. In regards to height, he’s well over six-feet. If you told him he was tall, he’ll just laugh and say, “you should see everyone else back home. You’d be surprised!” The average height of Danish males is 5’11” (181 cm), so you best bet there’s lots of guys even taller than him.

Mathias is huge. On top of his height, he works out a lot, so he has pretty big muscles. What he doesn’t like as much is cardio, so he has a bit of fat. It doesn’t make him look any less fit, only more on the bulky side. He prefers it, actually.

(Here’s a drawing of him I did)

Personality

He’s an extrovert that thrives off attention. If he doesn’t get it, he dies like a house plant in bad soil. It’s not validation he’s looking for; it’s the company. Mathias is the happiest when he’s around friends. He’s super outgoing, optimistic, and loves doing things with people around him. Not only is it lively, he feels more supported that way. On the flip side, he will get quite lonely if he doesn’t have anybody to hang out with.

The closest he gets to alone time is parallel play. If he’s winding down, he would like someone to sit with him. He’s the type to need a study buddy so he can be held accountable, and so he doesn’t get bored. He focuses much better, even.

Mathias is very loud. You can hear him coming, going, and when he talks, his voice overpowers everything else. Sometimes, it feels like he’s just shouting whenever he opens his mouth. If you tell him to be quiet, he will, but forgets and goes back to normal ten minutes later. So in places like shop, parks, or restaurants where it’s not an immediate rule to speak with inside voices, you’ll have to get creative. Try whispering at him so he can copy you. “Why are we whispering?”

He’s sweet, but really dense. Rest assured, you won’t find him in any of those horror stories of guys being ignorant, inconsiderate or unhelpful. Mathias is too kind for that. He would go out of his way to help anybody, and without expecting anything in return. If you had a hard day, he will suggest to do something together to cheer you up. “Let’s go grab dinner and dessert. My treat!”

He’s just oblivious. He won’t understand the very obvious implications in front of him, but it’s a part of his unassuming nature to not get ahead of himself. As a result, he’s immune to awkward and intimate situations. Long silences, deep stares, and being alone in private places. Mathias won’t react and carry on like normal. If someone flirted with him, he’d think they were just ‘being nice.’ He wouldn’t even realize they liked him if they said it to his face. “Aw, I like you too!”

He gets distracted easily. If it’s not something he can do lickety-split, he tends to wander off to do other things. Mathias might start folding the clothes, get hungry halfway, then cook and eat. After that, he’ll work out, shower, and power nap. Then when he wakes ups, he’ll wonder why the clothes aren’t folded! As you can see, he’s a little forgetful, so a reminder would do. “Oh, yeahhh.”

Mathias never gets angry. He has a very good temper, and so much that it’s calming for those who don’t. But if he does lose it, there’s usually a good reason. That makes his anger really scary, especially when he falls dead silent. That, or he says some pretty hurtful things, so it’s no wonder why he stays quiet for the most part. With his patience, it takes a lot to push him to that point, but don’t take him for granted. He can take back his kindness as readily as he can give it.

He’s not what you would call ‘protective.’ For one-time situations, Mathias sits watch in the back. He trusts you to handle things on your own, and if you can’t, he’s already next to you. He’ll calmly tell someone to leave you alone, or take over how he sees fit. Acting ‘macho’ and making a scene couldn’t be further from who he is. What he might do is put on the most neutral poker face, hug you, then stare long and hard at the person for a reaction. Indifference is the biggest insult you can pay someone. You’d be surprised at what else he’s capable of, or knows.

Interests

Mathias is a true Lego fan. He grew up playing with it, and never grew out of it. The sets he buys just got more complicated. If he doesn’t have one to build, he’ll just make something up. And you bet he has merch! Keychains, shirts, stickers, etc. He’s also gone as Lego characters for Halloween. Batman? Psh. Lego Batman? You have his attention. Himself as Lego? Even better.

He’s a gamer. Mathias plays a lot of Minecraft, and gets pretty creative with his builds. What can he say, he already likes building blocks in real life! If you play it with him, he’ll make a cute house and farm with you. To top it off, he’ll add a little Danish flag. He’s also the type to customize his characters to look just like him, and use plain old ‘Mathias’ for his usernames. Just imagine him as a Minecraft character spamming the crouch command when he’s trying to get your attention (or as a declaration of peace in survival mode).

He loves EDM, and in particular, house music. It’s hyper, feel-good, and sentimental all at once. Mathias would kill to attend all the big festivals like Tomorrowland and Electric Daisy Carnival. (Only he can’t get tickets before they sell out!) He wants to experience the energy of partying with thousands of other people. The lights, the crazy sets, the bass that he can feel. If you go with him, he’ll carry you on his shoulders and dance under you. Mathias is actually the biggest party animal, but manages to be responsible!

Mathias is an avid traveler. He would practically go anywhere that lets in visitors. Bali for beaches and wrestling with Komodo dragons, Cairo to see the Pyramids and ancient ruins, and Kyoto for the temples and shrines. He does well just about anywhere, and would most likely return with gifts from locals he befriended. It also doesn’t matter what hotel he stays in, or if he stays in one at all. He can go backpacking. So long as the itinerary is packed and the food is amazing, he’s all set!

He’s a gym bro. He works out five times a week, and never skips leg day. Mathias is really strong. He squats pretty heavy, and can bench four plates. What he can’t do as well, is cardio. Allen beats him by a landslide in this department. Mathias isn’t nearly as consistent and might prefer doing it at home (if you know what I mean)

Aside from being college student, he’d either be a boxer, firefighter, or marine biologist. Mathias would be a southpaw with a mean left hook, and his build lets him absorb a lot of punches. As for the fire department, he has the selflessness and physical capabilities to rescue or carry people to safety. And last, but not least, he’s always been fascinated with the sea and the creatures that live in it. He’s not afraid of going to cold places like the Antarctic, and he sure as hell isn’t afraid of the idea of ‘unstable employment.’

Psychology + romance

If you breathe right in his direction, he’d already consider you his friend. Mathias is that open and warm of a person. But that’s the same reason why romance with him is so difficult. He’s quick to smile, laugh, and unleash hugs for anybody. Not just you. So the question is, does he actually like you, or is he just affectionate with everyone?

Everything begins with a good friendship. Maybe you’re an indifferent classmate that happened to sit near him. And he isn’t a straight-A student. He falls behind from time to time, has difficulty understanding material, and can be poor at juggling tasks. But he really tries! Mathias asks a lot of questions, ‘stupid’ ones included, and you’ll inevitably find yourself helping him out of pity. “Psst. Did you get to copy down that last slide?”

He seems like a nice guy, and you’d hate to see him fail. You agree to meet up with him to do work together, but it usually turns into an unpaid tutoring session. You’ll need to be very patient with him. He’s not book smart. Your only saving grace is how earnest he is about his studies.

“Look closely, okay?” You instruct.

“Okay.” He stares intensely at your face, and you only get to explain for a few seconds before stopping.

“Not me. The diagram!”

The ball gets rolling when Mathias invites you out. That’s when you start appreciating him as a person, and not just a classmate who’s copying your homework! He’s fun, bubbly, and easy to talk to. You won’t be afraid of asking him for things, and get accommodated with his touchy nature. In fact, you’ll have a hard time not hugging him when he’s smiling at you like that.

On the other hand, you can be perfectly stern with him too. After many *frustrating* hours of tutoring him, you feel perfectly comfortable telling him off when he needs it. Mathias isn’t a masochist at all, but he finds that insanely attractive. It just means you care about him. Because even if he does stupid things, you still stick around. But what gets him to fall hard is when you defend him for the first time.

Mathias is so unselfish, his kindness gets taken advantage of. And he’s usually too oblivious to see it. He’s sometimes buying food for ‘friends’ that never pay him back. And when he’s in group activities, he’s always the spokesperson even when he doesn’t understand the material. Either that, or he promises to help them with their load of the work. When you find out, you’re furious.

“Can’t you see they’re using you?”

“But I don’t mind doing these things,” Mathias says, frowning a little. “It’s just how I’ve always been.”

“I know. But I’m starting to think you don’t have a selfish bone in your body--and not even for yourself. You’ll lose out on things that matter to you because you’re so busy doing everything for everyone else.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m that busy.”

“You can barely keep up with class, Mat. And you don’t even have time for your hobbies anymore.”

He falls silent, unable to argue with that.

“You may not be selfish, but other people are.” You murmur faintly, face contorting as you continue. “And it makes me sad. I hate the way they treat you.”

Mathias starts following you around like a puppy. Wherever you go, he follows. He’s affectionate by nature too, but picks up more and more habits. Since when was he always holding your hand? Kissing your head? When he hugs you from behind, he fits perfectly around you like your favorite sweater. You might brush it off as his personality, especially when he’s so huggy with other friends. Funnily enough, you end up being the dense one. You’re in denial out of respect, but to be fair, it’s not like he’s said anything.

“Your hand is really hot, Mat.”

“Okay. Let’s go inside where the air-con is.”

His number one love language is physical touch. So it’s no wonder he gets upset that you don’t react to it at all. You’re not responding to his efforts at connecting with you, and it leads him to believe you’re not all that interested. Mathias has the communication skills of an egg, and is too shy to say it outright that he likes you--which is interesting because he can touch you like he does. That’s partially because you don’t make a fuss about it, so his cover isn’t ever blown.

The slow-burn is a hot one. He’s sad about being rejected (despite not having asked you out yet) but he just can’t resist you. Mathias is always staring at you like he wants something. He’s an open-book, and ends up having it written all over his face. Dazed looks, pouts, any kind of expression you’d make when you want more. And if you ask what’s wrong, he’ll just hug you and say, “nothing. I just missed you today.”

His breaking point is simple. You let your guard down. It’s inevitable with someone like Mathias, whose kind and unassuming nature makes him practically harmless. Right? Wrong. You’re at his place, wearing his shirt, and getting ready for bed after spending the day with him. He just got out of the shower, and he’s wearing nothing but boxers. And he’s just standing there, menacingly.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

His gaze on you is too hot for you to stomach.

Just when you think it can’t get any worse, he comes over and gets so close, he’s pressing up against you. His arms are around your waist, and he tilts his head to hover his lips over yours. Then, he just stops, almost like he’s letting everything sink in.

All those dazed stares, forehead kisses, hugs, and squeezes. Mathias has always liked you.

When it finally hits you, his mouth is on yours.

Dating doesn’t come after friendship. Sex does. Mathias fucks you all night, and really hard to dispel all the sexual tension that’s built up for months. By the time you wake up, you have a new boyfriend and an uncontrollable shaking in your legs. But that’s not all. Whoever that’s sleeping next to you is barely like the golden retriever you first met. Not anymore.

Just when you thought he couldn’t be selfish, he becomes the most selfish person in the world. The only redeeming factor is that it’s only when it comes to you. Mathias will be crazy stubborn then. When he wants something from you, he won’t stop until he gets his way. And when he argues for it, he masks his persistence by asking a lot of questions. “Why?” He asks. “Why not?”

He gives intensely, and takes intensely. Mathias may be a kind and reliable partner, but he’s very demanding when it comes to anything sexual. It’s how he processes affection, and he’s a needy person. Even if he won’t goad you into anything, he’ll get pouty and feel neglected if you don’t respond to him. Sex is central to the relationship, so expect to be ravished into oblivion.

He’s smarter than he looks. He knows more than he lets on, and may pretend to be dense when he doesn’t want something. Once again, the endless cycle of “why” will start and get pretty tiring. Don’t cross him. You won’t be able to because of how he feels for you, but other people could. And Mathias can be frightening when he wants to be.

He tries to be nurturing, but ends up suffocating. Mathias would do anything for his partner, that’s for sure. But he might cross boundaries under the assumption he’s helping you. That, or he asks too much from you. Love, time, sex. You’ll never feel unwanted, but sometimes, you just need the space. It’s gonna be a long learning curb, you’ll go in circles with him again and again, or might not end up anywhere at all, but it’s always his adoring smile that gets you running right back.

There’s no winning with Mathias, and it’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s crazy about you. His love is passionate and even a little obsessive. Everything he does is for you and him. His life with you, and his future too. The sooner you realize that, the more leverage he’ll have over you. You’ll never escape him, and he’ll chase you to the ends of the Earth if he has to.

[yumomia]

So now I obviously know what Mia, Mo, and Yuko all look like.

But I know for certain people they might vision them differently in their own head/fic stories.

So in your Mia and Me fanfics what am I supposed to be picturing when thinking of more specifically Yuko and Mo. Mo especially I’m interested to know.. like every little detail so please do describe them all to me 😭what’s his hair type? Did you make his skin darker? (Brown would look lovely if u ask me) what’s his nose shape like? Any beauty marks? Same for Yuko?? What’s going on appearance wise?

OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS

roughly, this is what the trio looks like, including mia's human form! but i'll do a quick rundown of specifics!!

mia: mia is the SPITTING IMAGE of her father, especially when she's in the human world. she has loose brown curls that reach down to about her upper back and her ears pierced. light brown freckles are on her cheeks, and she has a bigger beauty mark on her right cheek (the picrew i used didn't have that option lol). she's the shortest of the trio. in the human world, she has little pink streaks running through her hair that she usually has to use a spell to cover. there's a scar that can be seen stretching above her elf dress (which is the same as canon), almost reaching her neck, from fighting panthea. she likes to wear long sleeves to cover her bracelet, but as it's the middle of summer where we currently are in the story, she doesn't get that option much. her ears are a LITTLE bit pointed in the story when she's in the human world, and her wings are light pink, like in canon!

yuko: yuko is lithe and muscular. she has red hair that just brushes her shoulders when she lets it down, though she never does. she has a small mark shaped like a sun on her right cheek. it's not as obvious as her star from canon is, it glows gold when yuko uses a lot of magic. it's shaped like this!

her eyes are sapphire blue, and she tends to wear small blue gemstones in her hair. just because she's a badass warrior doesn't mean she can't look cute! she's also the only one (in canon as well) that wears real shoes! yuko wears gladiator sandals that lace up around her calves (whereas mia basically wears thigh-high socks and mo has half his foot out). when she can, she likes painting things on herself, like poetry and other little doodles, though she tends to only do that if she knows she won't have to fight anytime soon, so mia hasn't gotten to see the doodles. yuko has a roman nose, because i have a roman nose and i WILL project onto every one of these characters, so she has the small bump in the bridge of her nose. she has the most scars as well, from hundreds of fights over the years. her wings are the same yellowy-orange as from canon, though they are longer than mia's. she's the second-tallest in the group.

mo: mo is the one i changed the most, obviously. he's got dark brown skin (as does mayla, btw. they aren't blood related but in my heart mayla has dark skin and wears her hair in long braids). his curls are about 3b and his hair is like canon, so black it's almost blue. he has a rounder face than yuko does. his nose is flatter than the other two (and as stated in s1e20, they think it's adorable). he has way less scars than yuko. most of his tend to be on his hands from muncs' snakebites. technically, he's supposed to be wearing his crown everywhere, but mayla and raynor realized long ago that that's a lost cause and gave up lol. he's the tallest of the trio, beating yuko by about two inches, but his wings are shorter than hers, longer than mia's. his eyes are an indigo-sort of purple, the same as his friendship ring. he fidgets when he's uncomfortable, most often playing with his friendship ring or opening and closing his water glare. he wears ear cuffs up by the tips of his pointed ears as well, most of the time.

i hope this helped!! i got this less than a minute after you sent it so i've been making sure to include everything i can think of!!

story they're referencing

picrew i used

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[n3wtiepatootie]

Winged COD au anyone?

Ive put some thought into this BTW.

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Now. There is none of that whole "omg you have the rare unicorn princess alpha pegasus wolf Guardian ruler gold wings 😱😱😱"

You can see pink wings, but those are colored by wing chalk. Think of the chalk like hair dye.

To go further into depth, brightly colored wings will look out of place in places like Russia, but be more natural in places like Brazil. It's a matter of environment and genetics that tell what your wing pattern would be.

It is a possibility to have two wing patterns mixed together. Snowy owl and Scarlet Macaw for example. This is possible because travel is more common since everyone has wings, so say someone from up North with the snowy owl pattern fell in love with someone down south with the scarlet macaw pattern. While it isn't common for the wing patterns to mix if the two were to have a child, it's a possibility. It's more common if they had twins. Pattern mixes are about as rare as twins, but you don't need twins for it to occur, it's just less common in people that aren't twins. If that makes any sense.

Now, wings aren't like genuine bird types, yknow? The patterns are just classified as such. But like you could have parrot wings with the pattern of an owl if you get what I'm saying. Wings are more so classified by the pattern and fit into different styles/classes.

Now to move onto the cod characters themselves. (More importantly 141, but shhhh...)

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Ghost

• Wing Pattern: Bluebird

Now, usually, I've seen him made out with black wings or wings that match his tough demeanor. Something along those lines.

HOWEVER. In a stroke of genius, I decided for him to have blue wings, more specifically that of a bluebird. However 2.0, he's embarrassed of his blue wings, thinking it takes away from his y'know 'big scary lieutenant' status since most soldiers have 'natural' feather colors so he uses wing chalk to color them black. Gives it more character than just giving him black wings-

He hates going on water missions because he hates the feeling of the waterproof chalk.

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Soap

• Wing Pattern: Cardinal

It made sense. Also, it's a plot point in a way. Soap isn't embarrassed of the red, has never ever chalked his wings. So when he joins 141, him showing off his red wings just sorta helps Ghost realize his blue wings aren't anything to be ashamed of.

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Price

• Wing Pattern: Eurasian Eagle Owl

I can just see it.

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Gaz

• Wing Pattern: Falcon

I can see it, but I can't explain myself.

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Laswell

• Wing Pattern: Sparrow

Refer to Price and Gaz for reasoning. I have quite a few of these in all honesty-

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Valeria

• Wing Pattern: Quetzal

I had a debate with myself over macaw wings or quetzal for our lord and drug lady, Valeria. However, in the end, quetzal won and I could see her with the quetzal wings more than macaw.

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Graves

• Wing Pattern: Eagle.

AMERICAAAA RAHHHHHH. GUNSSSS. TANKSSSSS. FREEEDDDOOOOMMMM. HAMBURGERRRRRR. USA. USA. USA. USA. USA.

And now back to your regularly scheduled program.

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Shepherd

No wings.

Just like how he has no hair, common sense, or dignity. He also has no wings because he's just so cutie patootie (I'm lying to you.)

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Rudy and Alejandro

• Wing Patterns:

Rudy - Hyacinth Macaw

Alejandro - Scarlet Macaw

I genuinely put these two in the same category section thing so I can tell you they are macaw buddies. That is all.

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Farah

• Wing Pattern: House Wren

This is another one of those it just makes sense to me typa things.

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HASSAN & AQ

The only reason they are even here is so I can explain my thought process on such a force. This randomly came to me as I pondered the desolate streets of my quiet town in a lovely thought as I sang along to the ghost artist, Bruno Mars.

I had the brilliant thought bubble of what if this infinite supply of enemy troopers were so incompetent where in order to show you are apart of AQ, you had to have one of your wings cut clean off.

And therefore, that is now canon in my winged cod au.

AQ are so out of their minds that in order to show you are apart of said force, you must give up an entire wing.

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I gift thee, ✨winged cod au✨

(Btw, the aus name is Feathertips)

I will speak more on this if it is wanted fr fr

[siremasterlawrence]

Double Edged Words

Based on a true story from Thanksgiving

I am sitting in for Thanksgiving night dinner at exactly at eight a loud ping comes in when I receive a text from a former friend of mine who recently apologized to me for some actions and I reluctantly forgave him the biggest mistake of my lives since that whole family is full of assholes

He jokes to me I am like a dry turkey then he goes on bashing me with way too many more food scenarios as a joke so I am really not in the mood the next day to deal with him or anybody on my first red carpet event let alone his parents.

His father who I see is completely dressed to the nines for the first time he usually is a mess walking the red carpet with his hand waving at me as I roll my eyes and offer my hand to shake but instead I wake up from my day dream.

I sigh a bit later in the bathroom after the ending of the premiere he blocks me in the bathroom placing his hand on my shoulder as I realize it is him then think for a second I have my chance.

He wants to take a selfie with me but I get a bit giddy letting him set up the flash I say to him I’ll do it but the light start to flicker and I am annoyed but move on asking him if he could see into the frame.

He stares deep into the light as the lights of flash blind him on and off leaving me with perfect excuse to put him under by using the camera to take a picture of him I begin to play with his mind.

He freezes on command at a stance unable to move except to blink allowing me some time to formulate a plan so wicked I might lose myself in it but I carefully concoct until the minute his eyes pop open.

He comes to life stretching his hands in the air, yawning so loud it would scare the ghost of the hand any and never noticing me I do stop and play with his hair but he does not even react.

“You can’t seem me, you hear my voice the voice of reason.”

“You did not treat your son’s friend Lawrence right you have to pay the piper.”

“No need to speak, their is only one think you can do.”

“You need to pay for your issues”

“You can start by being his slave “

“Kneel at his feet and kiss it”

“Know you are his property”

“Love him, love for him “

“Obey all his commands”

“Boom”

“Huh! Hey! What happened?”

“Oh Master! How can I please you?”

His eldest son Robbie is in hell seeing his old man doing something so out of character as he stands on stage looking like a damn ass fool and doing as his ex pal say like in a Hypnosis show.

Unfortunately for him the music starts to hit playing a beat he cannot stop it raises into the threshold of the roof he starts to do a very stupid dance consuming him loosing it in into a stream of insanity.

“Join us Robbie follow everything your father does.”

“Oh Master! How can I please you?”“Hope Everyone! Pay Attention Please” I say to the crowd.

“Meet my pal Jon! He is a asshole”

“Yes! I am the worst type”

“Hahahaha” the crowd erupts

“A real monkey! This one”

“Enter the audience while I sing”

“To all you fuckers who I hate “

“Let me play you a song “

“Ooooohhhhhh! Yyyeeeaaaahhh”

“I bet you think you won, like a dagger plunge into my soul”

“Killing me on site…lalalala “

“No such luck and I am here to fight “

“Break a few bones, a good whip and we still won’t be right as rain”

“I can see you dancing now”

“Addicted to my every word “

“Clap your hands and give me some to “

“Strip your close “

“Nanana”

Colton is the younger one grinding his ass on the floor as my debut single for the movie is burrowing deep into their brains nothing can stop it now as I am subliminally in his head reprogramming him in everything way and manner possible.

“Colton you look good in pink”

“Take it off “

“Dance your ass off”

“Showcase your body”

“Woo so smooth”

“You want to do it “

“My body is your play ground “

“You cannot deny me”

“You see it the flash “

“Blinding lights “

“The world spins”

“You have fallen “

“Just like the sound of my voice “

“Your heart beats”

“We join as one “

“Pumping in sync”

“You have fallen for me”

“You are mad and crazy “

“Give in for me”

“Leap off the ground“

“Sweet dear my bliss”

The end

[envelopesofbadluck]

The Current Character List

~Mailmen of Misfortune~

Misfortune Eddie (OG)- He's been giving out envelopes a lot less now for obvious reasons. He has kids now, two of which are babies. He also promised to Ribbon to be more careful and he just has no idea how he can come up with not tame ideas and not make people pissed off at him at the same time so he sort of just rarely delivers envelopes now. His are marked with an upside down horseshoe usually however, Alternatively, if he feels like deceiving someone, he marks his with a three leaf clover. He's dating Ribbon and uh idk of one of them proposed yet or not my memory bad.

Reboot Misfortune- This Misfortune is based off of the Eddie from the Reboot AU. He's taller than the original, as well as much less careful and a lot more brutal and mischievous. He does not like Franks at all because before his world got emptied out, he was going through a rough patch with his Frank. This one will be delivering envelopes a lot more often, although I do not know what his should be marked with yet.

~Misfortune's kids (including the ones with Ribbon)~

Pom- This has to be the first kid this guy ever had, as well as the oldest, having grown to adulthood faster than the others due to originally being a Grow A Wally sapling. He ranges at about 7 ft tall and has one green eye and one red eye. His hair is green in the summer and spring, orange in the fall, and light brown in the winter. If he can ever get to feeling like himself again, he'll be back to being the devious prankster, but for now he feels sort of traumatized and invisible and such, not that he'll willingly admit this of course.

Emperor- The Howdy Pillar variant with hair that's turning purple, and purplish blue stripes on his back. He has this name because well, he's a purple emperor caterpillar, and a purple emperor butterfly in his past life. He hatched in Pom's hair, so by default, he wants attention from Pom the most. At least Pom knows how to deal with Emperor and younger kids now. Emperor is more known for angry tantrums. Emperor is also a kleptomaniac.

The new Latter- This Latter just showed up one day claiming to be Emperor's brother. Who knows if he means his brother from the past life or the brother that hatched before him and ended up losing him somehow? But anyways, unlike most Latters, this dude has a pinkish scheme going on with purple hair slowly turning pink, and purplish pink stripes on the back. Despite being a bit older, he acts sort of younger, being clingy to Emperor and such, but given how long he was alone, that's understandable. He cries quite a bit however. All I know about this guy's future is that he's going to be a moth.

Admiral- This is the baby that looks mostly like Ribbon, having the same body type but with curly reddish hair. He's the twin brother of Marigold (played by null). I know I didn't use him much yet, but well, it's hard to roleplay a baby that can't do all that much yet, let's be real.

~The Amalgam Timeline cast~

Stitches- The infamous Wally that originally gave himself extra arms and legs by taking them from others, that also did quite a bit of disturbing crimes like sewing Julie's three siblings together, which resulted in their deaths. He was also known for being quite brutal towards Misfortune and his other employees when Misfortune was actually still working for him. Like he locked his own employee in a dark room of hallucinations more than once. However this guy finally seemed to be knocked down a peg after the encounter with Burrow, which probably made him realize there are threats much bigger than him and he isn't as intimidating as he thinks he is. Now he just keeps to himself really, although he will let Ribbon and Ollie talk to him, and he has apologized to Misfortune months ago and will occasionally talk with Misfortune.

Amalgam Julie- Description coming soon

Amalgam Bea- Description coming soon

Amalgam Jonesy- Description coming soon

Amalgam Franny- Description coming soon

~Misc~

Ribbon's Tini Home- A sentient tiny model of a Frank Frankly house that has 3 eyes and movable antennas. It also communicates by making various bug noises.

[quibbs126]

Brain rot has smacked me with Rose x Earl Grey fanchild,if you want to ofc :]

Finally done with this one, this guy is Rose Tea Cookie

He’s named after rose petal tea, since well, Rose is roses, and it’s a tea like Earl Grey. Pretty simple

Rose petal tea (disclaimer I kept getting different colors of rose petal tea on Google Images, so I don’t know how accurate this is)

So I actually started on Rose Tea months ago, but I got stuck on her dress, since it was flowing but she was sitting. A common problem for me. Here’s as far as I got (disregard the top sketch)

Then later on, when I was asking for help on fankids, I was writing down Rose Tea, and I was saying I had thought Rose Tea should be a girl, and I thought about it and was like “well…Rose Tea doesn’t HAVE to be a girl”. And after making the post I started getting brain blasts about Rose Tea as a boy, and here we are

And also because if that journey, I kind of now want to make him transmasc in his canon, like he really did start out a girl but transitioned into a man

I have to admit, I didn’t actually need the rough sketch, I just made it because I wanted his eyes to be closed, and I wanted something that showed them open. He originally had more lashes but I took some of them off because I thought it made him look too much like a girl

I was debating whether or not I should have his hair just be red. As you can see in the top sketch of the old Rose Tea, one option was this light pink. I think it works as a good mix of Rose and Earl Grey’s hair colors, but it didn’t fit Rose Tea’s color scheme so I just left it as an alternate. Maybe if I make another they can have the pink hair (though I doubt I will)

Also I’m just realizing Rose and old Rose Tea have thicker eyebrows that I forgot. Oops

Anyways, so initially, Rose Tea’s suit was just black with some red accents, but I thought it was too few colors, so after playing around I got what I have now. I kind of wish his outfit had more black but oh well

Yeah I think that’s about it. Let’s move on to his character

Okay truth be told I don’t really have much. I think he’s like some sort of butler type? He’s a fancy guy, but I don’t know what exactly he is

What I do know is he can brew a mean cup of tea. If he works at Earl Grey’s hotel then it’s his specialty

He’s a very polite and mild mannered seeming individual

But also, he knows how to use a sword. I don’t know why I gave him one, but I felt like it just fit him. It’s supposed to be thorny with vines and I quite like it but I wonder if I jumped the gun with a thorny sword. Ah well, Rose is like the only thorny Cookie as far as I remember

I don’t really have much else. I feel kind of bad that I have so little to say; I have his vibe in my head but I don’t have specifics to say

But yeah, I hope you still enjoy him

[nevloveslemons]

Falling For the Saint (Clive Babineaux x Reader Insert)

Tags?: AFAB Reader, Clutzy reader, Season 1-2 ish, reader type to try and quietly eat at 4 am and end up accidentally walking up everyone, Fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, I’m giving you a name a personality, Pink haired insert (dyed,) ummmmmm I dunno let’s feel the vibe. probably many police precinct inaccuracies.

Today was going abnormally slow today, like usual. From the moment Clive hit his snooze button at 5, he decided today was going to be low key. Today somehow drained him, thinking about what whacky personality trait ‘Liv’s going to have today from trying to bring up the missing kids to his Lieutenant, from deciding what stale donut he’ll snack on for ‘lunch’ because he forgot his homemade packed lunch in the fridge somehow. (He even sat on the couch for 5 minutes just sitting.)

after getting ready and getting his holy grail; black coffee (he hate’s the stereotype of cops; donuts, plain coffee because they can’t afford the time, stiff posture, proper, despite showing many of them.) He walked into the precinct, unconsciously checking to see if everything’s under control and calm, which it was not.

In the bullpen he noticed an abundance of his fellow detectives here ON time with is unusual as his superiors aren’t as strict as they should be when it comes to being on time. He passed through the gate and saw his co-workers surrounding someone. You. He pauses, he’s never seen someone so… colourful?

You’re clad in a cat-red, maxi skirt with matching coloured beret and pumps. You had a black and white pocadot blouse with small-medium, poofy sleeves. Even your makeup was bold, bold but colourful, his mind actually went to Marilyn Monroe. Your lips were glossy and red, blush a cool rouge, your cat eyeliner and eye makeup drew him in, kin to the characters he had a crush on as a child in animation movies.

He realized after analyzing your outfit he was being creepy. He quickly snapped his head away from your being and started towards his desk. “Clive! Clive!” One of his co-workers grabbed his jacket with their fingers. He was surprised but held his strong expression, instead letting an exasperated looking face whilst raising his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “Have you met Beth?” They asked with excitement clear in their tone.

“Uh, no considering I just walked through the gates.” He answered. His tone coming out bored and annoyed, he was a tad annoyed; yes, but it was mainly just his tone/being. He wasn’t trying to sound like this. “We’ll turn your frown upside down” he couldn’t resist, he rolled his eyes. “She’s so bright honestly! A bit of a clutz; I moved in everyones mugs away from the edge of their desks, but she just got transferred from the 99th precinct!” They then pull him to the box of muffins that caught his attention. (other than you lol, if i got to- man now I want a Timmies blueberry muffin :()

“Beth brought these in as a like ‘token of appreciation?’ If we cops were doing that pretty sure we’re supposed to but, eh?”

Pumpkin-Walnut. Acquired.

After his brunch muffin he did a bit of paper work, some back and forth between his desk, the board, and the morgue and by time you know it. It’s lunch. Like stated, brunch muffin, Clive thinks it’s okay to make breakfast count as lunch (8-10 bfast 11-1 lunch, he had his muffin at 7 and hasn’t eaten since.) He was sitting at his desk, leaning his chin on his right hand whilst closing his eyes and not thinking… just, sitting? Then he could feel someone approach him so he eyed his eyes to see you. The Newbie.

“Hello, Detective Babineaux, I’m Elizabeth Johnson. I transferred here from the Nine-Nine and according to our Lieutenant, you’ve been put on my ‘babysitting?’” He looks at you whilst you explain your being there when he hears a rather loud, gurgle. His eyes go from yours to your stomach and back to yours, once he sees your face he notices how quickly you flushed.

“Ah, I apologize. I forgot my lunch at home and planned to have a muffin for lunch only to find them gone.” You let a small chuckle out and let your eyes wonder to anywhere but Clive’s eyes.

“I guess you and I are in the same boat, huh?” He says in hopes of settling some of your embarrassment.

“Oh! You forgot your lunch too?” Your eyes light up, seemingly forgetting about your former emotion. “Uh, yeah-“ He begins going on about what he had packed for lunch. You two talked the duration just about food. You’re not sure how, it went from your lunches and how you wish you had them to the containers their in to the spices and seasonings used. Clive doesn’t realize it but he started to smile when talking to you.

(First time writing on here…..)

[jellyluchi]

Rosa's Delightful Disaster

A/N: Concept is not my own, the idea of the transformation chocolate is a prompt from a server!

Pairing: Prosciutto x reader Genre: NSFW. Warnings: Dubious consent, daddy kink, possessive behavior, scent kink, markings, breeding kink, claiming kink, lactation kink, squirting, cat hybrid character, reader is called girl Summary: You decide get a box of chocolates for your husband as an extremely last minute Valentine's gift, not realizing the consequences to come.

Includes: Dubcon (?) markings, breeding kink, claiming kink, lactation kink, squirting, daddy kink, cat hybrid character, animalistic behavior, reader is called girl, 

You should have known it would come to this the minute you realized it was too late to find any open shops. As you walked down the almost empty streets with the night slowly maturing into a late dark, you thought of going back home and simply making your husband some homemade chocolate from the baking supplies in your cupboards.

It should have been that way… yet you remember spotting the pretty pink lighting of one shop, the only one open so late. You thought it was your only chance, forgetting the previous plan completely, you stare at the neon pink sign reading “Rosa’s Delights.” 

With an inviting interior decorated beautifully, you thought how lucky you must be to find this shop nearly at the dead of night. Dim lights make it somewhat difficult to see the products inside but you were able to spot a few boxes of what seemed like chocolate. 

“May I help you?” A sudden, rather deep voice greeted you from behind and you nearly got a heart attack from it. 

You turned to find a beautiful woman with long pink hair and shimmer green eyes with a hat covering most of her head. Have you seen her before somewhere?...

“Oh yes, I was wondering, are these chocolates on display?” 

The woman chuckles and you look on confusedly. 

“Why yes, they’re quite special. Are you looking to treat someone for a special occasion? Then I’d say they’re perfect.” 

You smiled politely, looking back at the display and being met with five unique boxes. The chocolate held inside was also displayed next to them, looking mouth watering from just the designs. You wondered how rich they must taste. 

“Perfect, I’ll take this one please.” You pointed to a white box with one red gem, the most expensive looking one, practically made for your husband. 

“Of course, right this way.” The heavily cloaked woman led you to the counter and it almost felt as though she wasn’t walking, rather floating on the floor from one place to another. 

She rang you up wrapping the box skilfully before you made your way out of the place with a pep in your step. How exciting you thought it would be to see your husband’s face when he receives his gift.  

Now you almost wished you’d have not gone through with it. Almost. 

Walking into your home, you find your enthusiastic husband greeting you with a kiss, twirling you in his arms before you settle together in the living room. 

“Where did you go off to, tesoro mio?” Prosciutto asks, nestling you closely on the couch. You let him know your intention of getting him a special gift for Valentine’s which surprises him mildly, as he’d checked the time you left your shared home. At the time, he was almost against the affair altogether but had you not convinced him you wouldn’t get the chance to treat him like this. 

“Getting you a treat, of course. What kind of wife would I be if I couldn’t even get my dear husband something for Valentine’s?” 

The words are pleasing to Prosciutto, playing into the type of dynamic he loves to maintain between you two. He chuckles, his hand caressing over your sides affectionately. You think perhaps the special day isn’t completely ruined. With Prosciutto having made you a beautiful meal before your trip and these gorgeous pieces of chocolate you got, it would surely end well. 

“Then show me.” Despite his warm smile and sweet demeanor, there’s a demand to Prosciutto’s tone that affects you, a type of intrinsic authority that coerces you into obedience without having to try. Gulping with nervousness and excitement, you take out the box you bought less than an hour ago for your beloved with much pride. As you undo the complicated wrapping, the red gem shines from the lighting, catching your husband’s eye. 

“Isn’t it beautiful? I thought it would only be fitting for… a man such as yourself.” Batting your eyelashes on purpose, you try to hand him the box but Prosciutto’s hand makes no move to receive it.

“Open it for me,” he whispers, still having you against his chest with his fingers pressing gently to your bare skin, heat radiating in waves from the tips. Prosciutto’s deep blues fixate on your own.  

“Of course,” you pipe up, not second guessing his words and falling into step of following his natural authority. Holding the box gingerly, you look at one of the circular pieces, intricate lines of sweet caramel drizzled over the top. 

Typically you would never buy such sweet treats for a man of such bitter tastes, yet as a last minute gift it seems like the perfect save for having forgotten. Picking it up, you extend the piece of chocolate to him not even doubting that he would open his mouth for you. And as expected Prosciutto bites the sweet without hesitation, his sensual gaze falling over your figure while your fingertips kiss the soft flesh of his lips. 

Just as you were about to retrieve your hand, Prosciutto grips your wrist keeping it in place to eat the rest of the chocolate and takes your fingers in his mouth with it, his tongue smoothing over the residue as he moans at the taste without breaking eye contact for a single second. It brings heat to your cheeks seeing the unwavering lust in his eyes paired with the sound of his deep voice releasing tones of pleasure. 

“Do you like it?” Your voice comes out meeker than you expect, your heart thundering in your chest after the lewd kiss he almost gives to your fingers, now somewhat wet with his saliva. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning in unison, still holding Prosciutto’s gaze the best you can. 

It only takes seconds for his eyes to change completely. What was once a glazing of lust over the dark blue, turns into something much deeper than you could fathom. Freezing, Prosciutto lets go of you to clutch at his own body, groaning with pain. Furrowed brows that you are so familiar with turn feral and his being quite literally mutates right in front of you, igniting both fear and uncertainty within your mind. 

Prosciutto’s soft touch turns bruising and you hear what sounds like a hiss and a deep growl as he pins you onto the cushion of the couch much more forcefully than he usually would, almost as though he’s let go of all his self control. 

“Pros? What’s wrong?!” Alarms set off as your husband’s teeth bare at you and you wonder where those canines came from 

As he transforms right before your eyes, you notice his ears change into something cat-like, a yellow tail swinging behind his head in your peripheral vision, and you realize the bruising grip comes from his claws on your skin. He snarls at you wildly, hot breath hitting your skin in waves; his behavior having changed from the sweet, loving man you once knew to someone completely untamed. 

Prosciutto doesn’t answer your question, bringing you closer to his body to shove his flaring nostrils at your collarbones and neck. Finally, you get a whiff of the musk emanating directly from his body, something you wouldn’t have taken note of otherwise only to realize it somehow makes you feel more aroused. With all your senses filled to the brim with his very being, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed from this turn of events. 

“Prosciutto what’s going on, what happened to you?” You try to get a good look at him, lifting his face but his grip keeps your in place and he refuses to take any of your questions or bidding, forcing his way into your neck to give you your first bit; despite being such a painful endeavor you couldn’t help moaning from the way his body vibrates against you, heat bursting through his clothes. 

“Mine,” Prosciutto mumbles into your flesh, his scratchy tongue licking against your skin before more bites marr the area near your collarbone. “All mine.” 

Being distracted with Prosciutto’s appearance you didn’t realize the way your bodies were splayed over the couch in a compromising position until you felt his knees spreading your legs apart. 

“Wait, Prosciutto!” Yet he stops you from protesting with a biting kiss, holding you by the waist in a grip so tight you are sure it will leave a mark. Prosciutto’s tongue is invasive and leaves no time before meeting your own, tasting of the chocolate he ate just minutes ago. 

Whatever strange aphrodisiac transformation concoction was in there seemed to affect you as well, making you moan into his kiss. The sensation forces your body in submission, allowing your legs to spread easily and for him to grind on your legs, letting you feel the massive erection poking into you. When did he get so aroused?!

Repeating the same words as before, Prosciutto continues his assault of your neck to slowly move down your breasts, each bite eliciting a moan that you try to suppress. With his claws on you this way, there’s no chance of escape and even if you were to run out of the house you know he would give chase; he would stop at nothing to claim you as his. Feeling completely defeated, you accept the situation as something out of your control, letting him do as he pleases with your body. 

Looking down to his head, you notice the marks covering your skin, lovebites that keep you at the edge of frenzy, the heady scent of him nearly driving you crazy. Suddenly, Prosciutto starts sniffing wildly, looking up at you with feline-like eyes only to crawl down your body to your clothed entrance. His claws make quick work of the fabric covering your privates before it’s exposed to him. 

“No, don’t!” You try to say, not sure whether it’s because you cared for the pieces of clothing or because you really wouldn’t like him to proceed. Yet, the thrill of his new features interacting with your body brings more fluid between your legs. The hot sting at the pit of your stomach only gets worse when Prosciutto sniffs right above your entrance before his nostrils flare angrily, the air giving your sex in a pleasurable sensation. 

You squirm in his hold of your thighs, breathing completely uneven from the sudden shame in front of your transformed lover. Had it been any other situation you would have been much more compliant to his actions. Yet, the circumstances cloud your mind from making any decision clearly. 

Gripping you with a new sense of possessiveness, Prosciutto’s tongue makes one languid motion against your entrance, his teeth teasing the sensitive spots on your pelvis, his mouth so warm and wet. 

“Sweet little girl,” he says, tasting you, your moan only adding to his pleasure as he almost grinds his neglected erection on the cushion. His flaring nostrils blow warm air to your peaked bud, the sensation making you shiver with pleasure. 

It’s almost as if smelling your arousal feeds into his behavior as Prosciutto continues to bite the pudgy, soft flesh of your thighs, taking handfuls of into his claws to keep you from moving too much. Writhing from his bites and licks you try to minimize your sounds and fail miserably, your voice and moans echoing through the living room in unisom to his licks. 

Without anything to grip, you clutch at Prosciutto’s hair as he works his tongue into your entrance, the persisting muscle bringing you near climax from the non-stop circular motions, the pleasure descending your mind into a deep subspace before you manage to catch yourself. 

“Daddy not yet, please!” But your words fall on deaf furry ears, as your Daddy is unyielding, greedily drinking every drop of your essence, making you clench around his tongue. With your eyes lolling to the back of your head, you cannot hold yourself back any longer, fluid gushing from you into his mouth, hips bucking to meet his lips for more friction. 

Prosciutto’s tail wiggles in satisfaction, drinking with fervor, the very scent of your essence brings heat between his legs. Grinding on the couch, he decides it’s not enough friction as his privates tighten his pants to an unimaginable degree. You cannot see what is made of his clothing as he lifts himself from between your legs to crawl up your body. 

By now you’ve learned to not question what he does, your head and face completely red with heat and the climax you just experienced moments ago. Noticing his heavy cock now free of its coverings, a fresh wave of arousal washes over your body as you pant in unison to your heartbeat. 

There’s hardly a moment of silence as you hear the purr from deep within your Daddy's throat. Even with the number of markings, lovebites, and fluid covering your body, he is yet unaccomplished from what he wants. 

Giving you a sinister grin that shows off his canines, your Daddy lowers himself to your stomach, the point of his teeth a perfect contrast to the softness of his tongue as he delivers more bites. Kissing up to your neck, his claws hold you flush against his body, nails dangerously close to piercing your skin. 

Hell bent on marking you to his satisfaction, he doesn’t seem to care much whether you’re pleasured or not. “Mine mine mine…” he keeps murmuring, deciding to fixate on your chest, biting freely at every inch of available flesh. You moan when he sucks a particularly sensitive spot near your nipple before flicking the bud with his tongue. 

“It’s time.. I must make you mine for good..” The musk he seems to be releasing combined with the effect of his words fog your mind with a strong haze, heightening your need to be filled and bred to your Daddy’s desire, as if you only exist as his precious fuckdoll. 

“But I’m already yours Daddy! Please take me!” You beg him desperately hoping he would give you some respite with his still hardened cock. 

“Say that again,” he demands. “Tell me who you belong to.”  Without ceasing the stimulation on your chest even for a second, you feel him grind on your unclothed sex desperately, clearly just as eager to be inside you. Moaning helplessly, you try to string words together cohesively, the growing heat within your body making the act of speaking difficult. 

“Yours! I’m yours Daddy!” 

Groaning in unison with your words, your Daddy’s clever tongue swirls over your chest, adding pressure with his fingers. Detecting droplets of milk with his cat-like tongue, he laps at your chest in satisfaction, feeding eagerly and moaning around your nipple from the sweet, warm taste.  

You hardly realize he’s feeding until a squeeze to your chest spurts milk, allowing for your lover to lick while he continues to rut against your sex with more fervor. Unable to take any more of the teasing your mind allows you to only repeat yourself like a broken, lustful record. 

“Please! Please  please please…More please!” 

“Patience, little one!” Your Daddy growls, forcing you to obey while your sex only gets wetter and demands stimulation. You whimper as he feeds aggressively, your legs shaking from his member teasing your sex before he’s finally satisfied. Licking his lips, Prosciutto finally admire his handy work, looking down at you with lidded, slitted blue eyes, he purrs seductively at the various marks adorning your body, accompanied by your defiled state and panting, wide open mouth perfectly swollen from his kisses. 

“Dolce bambina…” your Daddy calls out, caressing your face with a clawed hand. Without much warning, he penetrates you, delighting at the yelp and how you clench around him desperately. 

Yelling out his title, you grip his shoulders for some balance, finally full to the very brim.

“My filthy little broodmare… you will carry Daddy’s children, yes?” 

Closing your eyes, you let your body fall completely at his mercy. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please!” The thought of belly swelling full of his children makes your climax imminent as he pistons into you with increasing speed, hitting every ridge inside your already sensitive walls. Intertwining your legs around his waist, you let your voice cry out.

 One of his fingers finds its way between your legs, adding to the stimulation muddling your thoughts into mush making the need for release your only wish. It isn’t until you feel his member twitch and spill inside with a growl that you finally feel your legs shake out of control before a loud cry escapes you into your walls squeezing every bit of seed out of him, making sure you’re truly full. 

Panting out of breath, you find yourself going limp under Prosciutto’s body, eyes closed and body numb from all the stimulation. Your legs don’t unlatch from his waist and you notice your lover hasn’t unsheathed himself from you. 

“Pros…” Your voice is weak, restrained from all your cries and feeling quite raspy. As your senses get back to you, you realize Prosciutto is still kissing and lapping at your neck. 

“So good for me,” he praises, making your belly flip from the butterflies. “Made for me.” The possessiveness makes you moan once more. 

“Prosciutto please,” this time you find your will to take him by his head to look into his eyes, still resembling that of a blue eyed feline. “This chocolate is dangerous, are you still not satisfied?” You sound tired to yourself yet Prosciutto seems energetic as he was before your play time. 

Purring, he thrusts a couple times stirring the liquid still inside you as if to keep it locked inside. Chuckling, Prosciutto pinches a nipple playfully, startling you as you gasp. He examines you carefully, looking up your body and then down, seemingly staring intently at the spot where you’re still joined as one. Gripping your hips, Prosciutto thrusts watching his seed pour out with a devilish smirk. 

Biting your lip, you try not to let the stimulation allow your body to arouse itself more. 

“I’m afraid my work here is not quite finished, bambina. Look here…” Trailing his hand around your sides, he sways your attention there. “No marks. That won’t do.” 

“What?” Your pitch rises an octave as the implication of his words settle into your stomach. 

But Prosciutto only bends to kiss you where he intended. “Inch by inch I’ll mark you as mine,” he murmurs, the moment you realize a long Valentine's night waits ahead of you. 

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i love niffty but as an east asian i feel like niffty's redesign doesnt rlly help the racism either tbh. idk how to word this properly but the fact her skin is pure white doesnt sit right w/ me...talked about this w/ my brother a while ago and we both agreed it didnt fix it much either (could be misremembering but he mention that it felt stereotypical). +unrelated but also god i really dislike the new red in her redesign. its so boring compared to the bright red imo

another problem i have abt her character is that you cant tell shes japanese at all, you would have to go to niffty's fandom wiki to learn shes supposed to be japanese. it just feels like vivziepop just decided niffty's ethnicity randomly before adding elements that shes japanese first. pRAYING that niffty's VA in the show will be replaced w/ someone actually japanese and not a white woman who just speaks the language

hopefully this doesnt read like word salad plyucjwjeid

It was a lazy change, out of all the colors for Niffty's new skin, pink, purple, green, etc they chose to make her white, it doesn't feel thoughtful. They quietly change her skintone and didn't addressed or apologize for their actions.

Viv doesn't realized she has a responsibility for her POCs characters. She has to treat them with respect, consult with POCs about the characters, do a heavy amount of research, and design them appropriately. It's so clear Niffty wasn't originally design or written to be Japanese but her official redesign have no excuse to not have any Japanese elements. It could have be subtle like the type of jewelry she's wearing, how she styles her hair or clothes, does her makeup, or she's speaking in slang. There are no clues to let the audiences know she's supposed to Japanese, the majority of the fandom thinks she's white. The red in her redesign is so annoying since there are no colors beside white to balance out the red.

I have no idea why Viv thought if Niffty was supposed to Japanese to hire a white woman who can speak Japanese to VA her. Again, a white woman won't know the mannerism, slang, and the different dialects of Japanese that a Japanese VA would also if the character's cultures are important to the them and the show, no white woman should VA Niffty because they can't related to the culture and experiences, it is only for a Japanese VA to tell and voice.

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#5

Dollhouse Masterlist

summary: You and Rebecca Barnes are polar opposites, but she’s the closest thing you have to a sister. When your friendship starts to show its cracks, Bucky seizes the opportunity to corner the girl who’s always been just out of reach. 

➥ warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, loss of virginity, emotional abuse, substance use, daddy kink, dd/lg vibes, innocent!reader, alluded to little!reader, mentions of age regression, toxic friendships, best friend’s brother!Bucky, hints of unrequited Steve x reader

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Do y'all remember being in fandoms and wanting to read a reader insert fic that included a character you liked? Or maybe even your favorite character? You were a little excited to see the world and storylines this author came up with and imagine yourself in the story but then you come across something that isn't quite right. Right isn't necessarily the correct word but for the nature of the type of fanfiction it didn't really make sense?

It's a general insert, right? A fic where every reader is supposed to imagine themselves and feel included in the fandom but oh-

You see a comment about pale skin. Or maybe a comment about flowing hair. Or someone very explicitly describing someone's cheeks as red or pink. The same for their lips or if it's smut...well, you know. Pink everything else. They talk about throwing their hair into a messy bun or if they're gripping something, it's always "white knuckled".

You get this oh moment. This moment where you realize that despite what this author says, this wasn't written for you at all. Despite how inclusive they claim to be, someone who looked like you clearly wasn't in mind when they wrote it. It's blatantly a white reader even though it doesn't say it. And you try to think they didn't do it on purpose but doesn't that make it worse? The fact that people who look like you are such a non factor that it didn't even cross their mind that you...exist? You're a little disappointed because you wanted to enjoy it but how can you when the reader insert portion of the fic is clearly not what it's supposed to be?

But it's fine though because that's just one writer!

But it's not one writer or even two or even 5. It's majority of the writers in the fandom. Whether it was Marvel or 1D or whatever other fandom you were in. It was a plethora of writers going out of their way to exclude people. To make it clear who they wrote for and who they wanted reading their fics. And if you bothered to point it out, you were belittled. Your feelings were invalidated because "it's not that big of a deal". Your feelings just didn't matter.

To make matters worse, these fics had thousands of notes. It was a sign that people didn't care. They didn't care that people were being excluded and made to feel left out and like they didn't have a place in that particular part of the fandom. For years people showed that they couldn't care less and you wonder why you're even in the fandom at all. Why even interact with these people who've made it clear they kind of don't want you here? The fandom isn't fun for you and these people have made it that way.

And now those same people wonder why people go out of their way to write things like specific black inserts. Why people go out of their way to make people who've been excluded for years feel included. Why they would want to make a safe space for readers like that. Take a wild guess...

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The Dragon’s Den (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, loss of virginity, kidnapping

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Need To Know (Chris Evans x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, slight jealous!Chris

➥ This would’ve been out sooner but I got sucked down the rabbit hole that is Ned ‘I love my wife’ Fulmer from Try Guys cheating on his wife with Alex from Food Babies, but here we are! Enjoy!

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Rumor Has It (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, incest, Velaryon!Reader

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For the cafe collabs for nademono I always imagined a 5 piece but after thinking I realize a 4 piece with a sauce would also make sense

You see if you get 4 different fried things and a sauce it adds differentiations to the concept of them being written and drawn as dipping in sauce is like dipping a pen in ink + you can even write a nadeko signature at the bottom as a concept.

However the reverse could also work, one type of fried dish with 4 sauces on the side as a representation of nadeko putting on different forms of nadeko to become a different facet of self.

There’s a lot of ways to go about it tbh, I could also see them doing yakisoba bc that’s just Nadeko’s actual favorite food. They haven’t been doing noodles for Nadeko collab dishes just for the hair bit.

Granted they could always go for the 5 dessert plan or a thing with 4 distinct toppings/things on a greater object that is nadeko.

I don’t see society as ready for the 5 layer nadeko dish/drink. I think tart flavors better represent nadeko for sweet things bc of the clash of sweet and not and the tartness of a dish can be raised relative to arc, I think a nadeko drink should be a “pick me up” but not super refreshing. Refreshingness in my mind is a sliding scale relative to character vibes or coping mechanisms or openings. But that’s not the same as how caffeinated or how sweet a drink is. And the type of refreshing also depends on the vibes. Does one think of sodachi as more affogato or dalgona? Or is she more of a fruit based drink with egg foam or cheese foam (that may or may not be caffeinated)? That’s up to personal interpretation. I think Nadeko for desserts leans for fruitier tastes bc of fruit and flower symbolism but I wouldn’t say that Nadeko has a tea vibe or a chocolate vibe, Nadeko is more in line with fruit like flavors I wouldn’t say red bean or taro quite suits her but I’d new willing to see arguments. (I think Nadeko would be the type to like red bean as a flavor but be irritated by the bean skins so the experience becomes net neutral) For things like nutty flavors I could see it working mildly but I feel like it sort of runs back around to fruity flavors though the sweet soy sauce flavor you can have on some dango could work it’s an acquired taste and doesn’t fit the type of old fashioned I think Nadeko goes by for (even if she might like it). Nadeko has historically had generally peach to strawberry flavoring in Nadeko drinks, which make sense as peach is pink to orange, and can range from sweet and floral to acidic. And the non humble strawberry plays a big symbolic role in the adaptation of nadeko Medusa. Though that’s a false strawberry but strawberries are fakes in a sense anyway bc the “seeds” are the fruit and the red part is a swollen fruit ovary. Plus false strawberries don’t taste like a lot and when someone sees the word strawberry they lock in and expect that flavor. Character color also often factors into it but I’m getting nadeko out of pink character hell you will become purple. Nadeko blueberry shake with lines of chocolate white chocolate strawberry and raspberry sauce in it would make sense tho for a drink representing the arc of nademono. Nadeko changes so much that you gotta keep inventing new drinks which is why developing a flavor system is very important to consider if you want flavor continuity between these things. I think arc by arc drinks summarizes monogatari characters better because it accounts for change. Granted, coming up with individual flavors is fine too.

The moral of the story is I should probably post my monogatari flavor in theory drink chart based on ops but with side content beliefs. And then refine it with the people of this site’s beliefs in what is ideal as a flavor profile for a character even if they dislike the flavor (I consider flavors I don’t like too and not everyone is gonna be a flavor you want.)