#I love him but I cannot give him in this moment. he is not getting them

[ruinix]

Thinking about dad!quinn who’s perfect not only with the newborn baby, but also with mama and he looks smoking hot walking out the hospital-💕

Hey there, lovely. Little confession, sometimes I just stare at my ceiling and think of Quinn and his future kiddos. He'll be such a great dad. I know it. I am a 100% believer of him being the best dad in the future. Do note that I have no idea how delivery rooms are...I've never been pregnant (thank goodness, i am not ready). This one ended up having a little bonus in your POV. As usual, you can skip it if you don't wanna read it... :> I hope you'll like this. 🥺🧎🏻‍♀️

His Little Princess

TW/CW: None, Fluff, a bit suggestive tones. Pregnancy and birthing (Pregnant!reader; mentions of cravings, pain during labor, epidural), Quinn being a fussy partner and dad

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You press a kiss on Quinn’s cheek, making him instantly turn towards you, his hands wrapping around you, so he can kiss you fully on the lips. Not so subtly, he runs his hands over the swell of your belly. His heart flutters in his chest.

“40 weeks, my Love,” he giddily reminds you, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Any time now,” you replied with a giggle. “Just going to sit on my ball.”

Without a word, Quinn escorts you to your yoga ball, his head filling up with worry at the sight of your waddle. He’s always concerned with how your center of gravity has shifted, with how your legs are probably aching, but he won’t dare try to touch you if you’re going to sit on it. You made it perfectly clear that you need your space when you’re doing that, especially when you caught him basically drooling over how you ass looked.

“You want something?” Quinn asks while you settle. “Apples?”

“Yes, please.” You nod happily. “No skin?”

“Anything for you, my Love.” He kisses your head before he turns to prepare apples.

Taking one from the fridge, from the fruit drawer that was brimming with Honey crisp apples, the one you have craved constantly throughout the pregnancy, which are perfectly red with splotches of yellow and green, he easily skins it. He never really knew how to do that before. He would always get huge chunks of apple flesh with the skin, but now, he can remove the skin in a continuous spiral.

“Can you give me a few slices with a bit of skin, Quinny?” you ask loudly as you turn on the TV to watch your show.

“How many?” He asks, finishing the first apple, slicing it into six.

“Just a few.”

Your vague answers don’t faze Quinn anymore. They never do. Before and during this pregnancy. But the way your ass moves right now though, it makes him gulp, secretly praying that you might ask him to help you get the baby out faster. That help meaning you and him gently fucking you, but you’re not. He can only sigh and swallow his horny thoughts.

It only leads to him getting worried and jittery. The baby might come any moment now. The problem is Quinn has always been so jittery all throughout your pregnancy. He tried—still trying—to appear so put together and calm. He must or else he will lose it in a frenzy of nerves. You don’t deserve him crashing out ever. Not when you’ve done so much carrying your—and his—child.

Catching you smoothen your hands over your tummy, he finishes up with your apples. He quickly places it on the table near you, then he softly runs a hand over your stomach, his cheeks burning when you press your hand over his, his soul lurching when the baby kicked right against his palm, his alarm ringing when he sees your wince after another kick.

“She says, hi,” you say in a tight voice.

“Are you okay?” He asks, kneeling on the floor, holding himself back from taking his hand away because you are clenching his fingers tightly. He watches you take deep breaths.

“It was a strong kick,” you sigh. “I’m fine.”

He cannot be contained. He is panicking. The baby kicking so hard had made you sore so many times, yet he cannot get used to it. He hates seeing you in pain.

 Slowly he leans down, pressing a kiss right where he felt the kick. He says, “Take it easy on mommy, Princess.” He kisses again, feeling a softer push just below. “That’s it. Gentle, sweetie.”

“She always listens to you,” you softly say, your eyes shining with tears. “Oh, Quinn, I wanna see her already.”

He reaches up, swiping the tears that fell with his thumbs, then he kisses your cheeks, over the tear tracks, on your lips. He already knows that you’re worrying about your little one “getting stuck” or past due, about pushing her out, about little fingers or toes missing because it’s possible. Anything’s possible and that worries you. It also worries Quinn. So much.

“Me too, my Love. She’s going to be fine,” he eases you. “She’ll be pretty and perfect.”

“What if—”

Quinn cuts you off with a small peck on the lips. “It will be okay. No matter what. She’ll be perfect.”

“Promise?” You stare at him with wide eyes.

“Yes. I promise.” He nods, offering you a slice of apple. The worry in your eyes dissipates as you accept it. “Scoot over so I can watch too.”

You grin, expertly maneuvering yourself, while he settles on the couch. He tries to watch the show, but nerves are bubbling up his throat. Something just feels off. Still, as usual, he settles, reminding himself that it would be okay. He keeps looking at you to ground himself. You look so peaceful while you watch the show and munch on your apple, taking little sips of your well-decorated water bottle.

Right now, you can easily get spooked, so Quinn keeps his worries to himself. Although, all he wants to do is hover over you, make sure you’re all safe and comfortable like he always did throughout the pregnancy. 

He does his best, because it’s what you deserve. Every craving you ask for—no matter how late you suddenly craved it, no matter how tired he was—is provided. The only thing he asked for was to press his ears and hands against your belly, to feel the little baby inside, even when she was still so small. When he was on the road, he would use Uber to get them for you or bribe your friends and his to deliver exactly what you wanted.

He wonders now if you need a massage. He loved doing that. Your feet. Your ankles. Your legs. Your back. Even your breasts. They’re always so tender. He makes sure to press kisses on your skin, right where you’re aching, muttering his apologies, and praises and compliments about how strong and amazing you are. Because you are.

His eyes follow your feet that are planted on the floor. You’re wearing the grippy socks that you bought online with cute bears on them. The sight of them makes him feel giddy. You have quite the selection of socks now. He always inspects them when he kneels and helps you into your shoes, doing your laces or straps. Sometimes he will mentally curse at the shoehorn that you purchased—technically it’s for both of you but he rarely uses it—while he also thanks its existence because it helps you whenever he’s not home.

The number of times you two went out shopping. He can still feel his excitement from those sprees. He took it upon himself to listen and be attentive to the quality of everything. Durability. Longevity. Comfort. He had taken out his phone as soon as the shop clerk finished explaining the features to look up reviews on YouTube or TikTok. Thank fuck for those apps. Nothing had hopefully escaped him. He would be so critical until you told him what you wanted with the reason being “just because”. Quinn gladly agreed—still will today—and bought whatever it is.

When it comes to clothes, he still feels mushy at the memory of the little pajamas, dresses, onesies, mittens, socks, bibs, and beanies. They’re all so fucking cute. Plus, the way you smiled while you were looking at them got him falling for you again and again. You just looked so at ease, so excited, so happy. He is happy too.

When you two shopped for maternity clothes, all the help he could do was to hold everything you chose and wait while you fit them all. Everything is so amazing on you. For every outfit, he felt his knees grew so fucking weak that he had to sit down, gazing at you with hearts for eyes, his chest squeezing at the mere sight of your beauty and at the sight of your tummy being showcased by the clothes. Every time you two came home, he would be severely attached to you. He cried his eyes out while he hugged you so tightly. He can’t help himself. He just loves you so much and you are carrying his child. Even now, you are wearing leggings and a flowery shirt that cinches under your breasts and flares like a dress. You are so effortlessly beautiful and hot.

When you stand up to get something from the kitchen, his eyes follow you. He wants to come up behind you and take all your weight with his big hands securely lifting your belly. He’s done it so many times after he saw it in TikTok and he will do it again. However, he just ends up staring at you from the couch, truly mesmerized. He always is.

Back to that app, it really helped him a lot. There are lots of mothers there that shared their experiences—in addition to the help he received from his Mom—which helped him prepare the hospital bags for you and the baby. Those bags are already in the car, waiting for the big day. On top of all that, he also finished stocking the nursery just a week ago.

Quinn is proud that he did his diligent research. Maybe, a tad too diligent, because when he offered you his servitude for your perineal massage—which he had heard about after he went into deep, deep scrolling through natural birth—he confused you so much. It was understandable because what the fuck is a perineal, right?

You thought Quinn was being fucking horny—which he is always. But then, after a lengthy doctor’s appointment, it was explained and suggested since you were in your 34th week. He wasn’t blind that you got embarrassed for not believing him and clearly you were expecting him to gloat. He didn’t. Why would he? It would’ve hurt you and him. So he said the same words he had said before when he was still suggesting it, “I will help you.”

The waterworks that day were long. He didn’t let go of you until your tears were dried, until you two fell asleep instead of starting the massage. You spent the whole next day trying to do the massage without you laughing at Quinn’s look of focus.

“I need to pee,” your voice breaks him out of his daydreaming.

“Do you need help?” He’s already standing when you shake your head. “Oh.”

“Oh,” you repeat, mimicking his voice. You laugh, making your cheeks flush. “You are so silly, Quinn.”

He watches you disappear in the hallway. His hands start to shake from the nerves. He needs a clear view of you. The need to stand outside the bathroom and wait for you is making him jumpy. He tries to settle himself, rubbing a hand over his chest, sitting down then standing back up again. He starts to pace. It really, really, really feels like something is off.

Minutes pass.

The feeling just expands and expands, festering the longer he doesn’t see you.

He needs—

Then he hears you call his name.

Quinn never ran so fast.

“What? What is it?” Quinn asks, opening the door so quickly. He finds you sitting on the toilet. Your eyes are so wide. Your calmness is the only thing that’s keeping him from losing it because for some reason, he knows. “What is it?”

“I thought I peed myself…but my water broke.” You carefully stand. “I want to change first.”

“Okay,” he nods.

He quickly supports you. He’s trying his best not to panic, but his hands are shaking as he helps you out of your clothes, into a new dress, into sandals. He’s dissociating. Everything is blurring and the only thing keeping him afloat is the feel of your hands gripping his. He can barely function as he does your seatbelt. He tries to calm down, but he is fraying, panting as he falls to his knees with his eyesight blurring.

“The stuff.” He grips your hand. “I need to get our—”

“Quinn,” you firmly say. Your other hand finding his cheek, urging him to look at you. He does. “You’ve prepared this car weeks ago. The bags are in the trunk. Get it together, Q.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out. He finally gets the strength to stand. “We need to hurry.”

He rounds the car, only to realize he doesn’t have his fucking key. He nearly bolts until your hand rests on his shoulder.

Softly and unhurriedly, you give him the car keys. “We have precious cargo, Q. Please drive safely,” you say, giving him a nod.

“I will.”

The car ride to the hospital is quick. Quinn takes that time to calm down, to ground himself. He manages that, not losing his head when your contractions started halfway through the ride. He didn’t spiral then. He has collected and tucked his frayed edges. He manages to get you safe in the hospital and now both of you are in a labor room with the bags stored on the couch.

He’s on you, gripping your hands when you let out a pained groan. He listens to the labor nurses, gulping down the panic that still tries to come up, because he will not stress you over him again. You are going through so much. You need him whole. And he is.

He attentively watches the doctor check the baby through an ultrasound, sighing in relief that the little princess is still in prime position and your cervix is slowly dilating. No C-section is needed. Just like what you wanted, but the contractions are truly getting to you. Every groan and moan of pain, every squeeze of his hand, every sob is getting to him. His heart squeezes in a painful way. Even more so, when your labor progresses, which means the interval of contractions is more frequent.

"It hurts, Quinn. Hurts,” you cry out, breaking his heart. "I need something. I can't. Make it stop."

You don’t need to tell him twice. He shouts for a nurse to get the forms. He understands that you’re asking for an epidural and you’ll get it. Whatever you need he’ll give it to you. As the nurse explains the consent forms, you grip his arms tightly, sitting up. He helps you change your position, on your knees and the headboard. The nurse sets up a bar for you to grip. 

“You’ll be okay, mama,” the nurse eases, tucking the forms into her arms, stepping out.

Quinn almost yells for them to hurry the fuck up, but the anesthesiologist appears to administer it. The yelp coming from you makes him twitch. He almost punches the specialist who explains it will work in ten-to-twenty minutes. Why the fuck not immediately? He wants to demand that. He just needs you not be in pain.

“I’m here, my Love,” he whispers, kissing your temples as you sag against him. He wipes your sweat with a soft towel. “You are doing amazing.”

“How are you so calm? You were panicking an hour ago,” you hiss, groaning as another contraction run through you.

Quinn isn’t calm now. He’s losing his shit. He worries about you. He worries about the little one. An hour. It has been an hour. He doesn’t know if that’s normal. He wants to search it up, but he doesn’t want you to see him fucking fumble with his phone when you’re doubling in pain. He wants to ask the nurse, but he doesn’t want to leave you. He wants to call his parents who are on their way to Vancouver and his brothers who are still in New Jersey.

He may have tucked away his frayed edges, but they are still unravelling. He is unravelling. Inwardly. He can’t tell you about it. So, he presses soft kisses on your shoulders when you shift to lay down.

“No words, Q?” You sigh in relief, your grip on him loosening. “It’s working. I think.”

“Yeah?” he asks. You nod, blinking at him. He knows you’re still waiting for his answer while he wipes away your sweat. “I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.”

“What if I don’t want more kids in the future?” You blurt out just as a nurse walks in. The nurse clears her throat, doing her business of checking your status. Your attention burns into his soul. “Q?”

“I’ll get a vasectomy,” he says in a low tone, clearly aware of another person’s attention. The nurse is a bit…nosy. Why is she not going away? What the fuck.

“What?” you ask, looking so confused.

“I mean it. You hated your birth control so you will not be going back to that.” He tucks your hair behind your ears. “If you don’t want more kids, then I don’t too.”

Ever since he met you, whatever makes you happy makes him happy. Genuinely. He is so attuned to you. Everything he does is for you. He needs you to be happy and be you. That’s all he wants. All he needs. Because you breathe life into him now. His heart beats inside yours. You’ve taken it from him since before you married, since before you accepted him as your boyfriend, since before you met each other.

Quinn doesn’t want to take his heart back.

It will be yours.

Forever.

Until you two grow old.

Until you two find each other in the next life.

“I mean it. Just tell me what you want. I’ll make it happen.” Quinn grips your hand. He leans for a kiss but stops when the nurse stands up.

“You two are so sweet, but you’re crowning now, mama,” the nurse announces.

Maybe Quinn spoke too soon. He is spiraling. The obstetrician and labor nurses come in. He’s helped into a hospital gown and a hair cap over his head. His ears are ringing as he holds your hand. He can’t focus on what’s happening. He’s just there. His lips are moving and whispering encouragement into your ear, but he’s gone.

Gone until loud cries break him out of the haze.

The little princess—his and yours—is so small as they bring her to your chest. Quinn’s heart tumbles at the sight of you cooing and welcoming her. Such a little one who is still wet yet so incredibly red, crying her eyes out, showing off her strong lungs. His eyes fill up with tears because she is so beautiful like you.

“You’re amazing,” Quinn sobs, kissing your head, kissing a soft peck on your lips. “I love you so much, my Love. You did it. You are so strong.”

“Oh, Quinn,” you sniffle. “She got all her fingers and toes.”

She does. Now you don’t need to worry. He doesn’t need to worry.

“Look at her ears. They’re so hairy.”

“Hairy? Just a bit fuzzy,” he thinks, gazing at his daughter’s ears. He can’t help but look between you and the baby. He can’t even hear the doctor announcing that you will be delivering your placenta next. He’s cataloging your shared features. “Nose. Definitely your nose. Your lips.”

While she also has your smile? Quinn hopes she does. You have the prettiest smile.

“She got a little birthmark behind her ear,” he says out loud. You and one of the nurses look. It’s the slightest birthmark. Just two shades darker than the baby’s complexion. It’s almost like…

“It’s like a little heart,” the nurse remarks.

Quinn nods. His heart almost melts when his little one finally stops crying, getting more at ease with the world. He quickly starts snapping some photos, smiling when you grin so proudly. You should be proud.

He almost jumps when it’s his turn for a skin-to-skin contact. He nearly vibrates as he made to sit down after you deliver your placenta and the baby is brought against this chest.

It finally clicks in his head how small his baby is. He can cover her whole back with his hand. When he reaches for the curled-up fist, he chokes at how little her fingers are.

Then those fingers just open and clasp around his pinky.

Immediately, he looks towards you. His tears fall in heaps. He can barely see you as he feels the soft steady breaths of the baby, her heart beating quite fast. Is it supposed to be this fast? He doesn’t fucking know. Maybe it’s just his heart? No. It’s not. His little baby’s heart. Oh, so precious.

He blinks hard, keeping the tears away, looking around to see if someone is panicking, but no one is. He hears snippets of words.

“She’s healthy baby.”

“Needs to get cleaned up.”

“You did well, mama. No tears.”

“Thank goodness. Quinn, did you heart that? The massages worked,” you say in a soft yet exhausted voice. That has him in full alert, watching you so intently. You still look pretty, but you are blinking so slowly. A smile is on your face as you reach for him. He stands, holding his daughter securely, giving her to you when your hand runs over her back. “Just want to sleep a bit.”

“Is that normal?” He asks the doctor and nurses who clearly see his distress as you fucking pass out. “My wife—”

“Is fine, Mr. Hughes,” a nurse says, giving him a reassuring nod. “It’s normal to be exhausted after you gave birth. She’s fine. No excessive bleeding. We will clean up and we’ll take your little one in a few.”

He nods, not knowing what else to do, so he leans closer to you, brushing your hair away, brushing his knuckles gently over the baby’s cheek. Oh, so soft. His heart melts when she tries to open her eyes. He gasps when she somehow manages. Just a quick flutter that exposes her eyes are the color of his. His. His baby girl has his eyes.

He starts crying again, sobbing into your hair.

He can’t help it.

He’s feeling so much love, and it comes out as tears.

At some point, he doesn’t know how much time has passed, but someone is helping him to calm down as his unnamed baby is taken away for necessary checkups. He knows she’s in good hands, so he stays with you, not even stepping out of the room so the forms are being brought to him. He feels guilty for being such a fucking diva for that, but he can’t leave you. He doesn’t think he can even step out of the room without crashing out.

Then he makes his calls, going through the list of his contacts, telling everyone about his perfect baby girl in whispered yet prideful tone. His hand is wrapped around yours.

“She got her nose and her lips, Mom. Got the fuzziest ears,” he sniffles. “So perfect.”

He finishes his last call. Gazing at you, he feels his emotions overflowing once more. For the last time before you wake up, he cries.

A promise forms in his heart, carving itself deeper that he will carry it every day of his life.

He promises to protect his little one and live for her.

He’ll love her as he loves you.

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When it’s time to be discharged, you stare at Quinn who carefully helps you into a wheelchair. He has been fussing over you for the whole stay. His cheeks are still flushed when he notes your dress—as if he didn’t buy it with you—after his arrival from a quick trip to the car and the reception area for your discharge papers. He’s so cute. Always so gentle. Even more so now when he greets your daughter, calling her his princess, before he lifts her up from the hospital bassinet.

You heard and saw him cry so much. Your Quinn has been on an emotional roller-coaster as you have. He looks at you with so much warmth and affection, so much pride for you and your baby, so much love and adoration, so much want that you can’t even think about how different your body is now. You told him that you might not want another child, and he replied something about a vasectomy. He’s always putting you first. And it’s clear he will be putting your daughter first too.

You can already see her getting so spoiled but also keeping her well-behaved. Quinn has that air of being the perfect dad.

You just know it and you’ll be right next to him in caring for the little one.

Honestly, you don’t even know if you want another child or not. That’s okay. Never once in your life did Quinn rush you to a decision. Always so patient and kind. But the way he’s staring at you, you might be leaning on the former. He looks so hot in his white linen shirt and khaki shorts. If he doesn’t stop dressing like that, it will be a quick decision.

But you won’t say that just yet.

You just gave birth.

Again, there’s no use to rush.

“Here she is, my Love. All bundled up.” Quinn grins as he presents his baby girl.

“You swaddled her up so well, Quinny,” you chuckle, holding her securely, softly and lightly caressing the little mark behind her fuzzy ear.

It’s still so amusing to you how hard Quinn insisted that her ears are just fuzzy and not hairy. You don’t think that he knows that it will be gone in a few weeks. It’s always so refreshing knot that he doesn’t know everything, because this man had researched quite a lot. Sometimes it amazes you. Sometimes it annoys you. Because, seriously, how can someone—a first time dad—know so much more than you? Still, it’s what makes Quinn the best.

“All settled?” he asks, kissing your cheek, his three-day-old scruff feels so rough and nice.

“Yes. I wanna go home now. Our parents are waiting,” you remind him. You see the way he pursed his lip in a tight line, his eyebrows frowning, so you scold him, “You can’t monopolize our princess, Quinn.”

Luckily, all of your parents are understanding that you two prefer them not to visit in the hospital, that you two just needed the calm to settle your little one, but the three-day stay has you already wanting to show off your daughter. Quinn looks like he just wants to keep you and his baby to himself. Like a mighty dragon hoarding his golden treasures. Gosh, he’s so silly, hoarding you to himself after he gloated so much over the phone calls and video calls.

“Quinny,” you whine, pouting that has him immediately melting.

“Fine,” he sighs, booping your daughter’s nose which got her cooing. You two go still at the how delicate she moves which is barely since she is still sleeping. “They need to be quiet.”

“Quinn, you already told them that.” You chuckle as he grumbles while pushing the wheelchair.

He told everyone that they need to be quiet. He’s already getting too protective over the little one. He’s firm with the no-kisses rule, hand washing, and facemasks. You try to tell him that the masks can go, but he won’t have it. You saw how his hackles were rising and the panic in his eyes were doubling, so you agreed. You ended up consoling him for ten minutes, telling him that your and his parents agreed.

“Maybe they should stay at a hotel.” Quinn hovers over you as you stand up and place the little princess in her baby seat.

“We got lots of room, Quinny.” You let him secure the seatbelt, seeing the way he blinks his tears away. “She’ll be okay.”

“You’ll be okay?” He steps into your space, his arm going around you. “I don’t want them to overwhelm you. You need to rest.”

Oh, he’s worrying about you.

You reach up, your heart beating harder in your chest when he leans his head into your touch. “I’ll be fine. They’re also excited to meet our baby. I want them to see how she looks like you and did you hear? They’re preparing dinner for us. Our moms told me they got some tricks to show me.”

You can see his brain going into a full overload. He’s overthinking again, so you rest your forehead against his. You feel his shuddering sigh as you give him a small kiss.

“Just tell me if you get uncomfortable with anything.”

“Okay,” you say. It’s clearly not enough so you add, “I promise.”

A beautiful smile spreads on his face. He’s so handsome. Your stomach is filling up with butterflies. You swoon as he opens your door for you and do your seatbelt. You silently watch him round the car and enter. You can’t help but think that he’s so perfect and that you are so lucky.

[bluetimeombre]

: ̗̀➛ The Paul Mescal school of yearning

You and Pedro had stared in the Last of Us together, and now he cannot stop talking about you at any chance given, very much similar to another friend of his…

[Pedro Pascal is my love and my life and has been for a while now, idk what anyone else has told you but we’re very happy together. Anyway, this is a little thing I created cause don’t we all want to be wanted the way Paul wants Daisy?!] daddy references, language, fem reader, not proof read

ᴘᴇᴅʀᴏᴘᴀꜱᴄᴀʟɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀᴏɴᴇꜰᴀɴ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇꜱ: ɴᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ꜰʀ ᴘᴇᴅʀᴏ ᴘᴀꜱᴄᴀʟ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴍᴇꜱᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄᴜᴛ !!!

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Yourusername: The Last of Us, out now. If you’ve ever liked me, you’ll go give it some love

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urfan: obsessed

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urfriend: ❤️

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pascalispunk: I’ll watch it cause I like you

↪️ yourusername: I appreciate that

↪️↪️ pascalispunk: and because pedro pascal is in it

↪️↪️↪️ yourusername: actually he got cut

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pascalispunk: The Last of us with some of my favourite people. Give it some love

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user101: cannon that pedro doesn't know what tagging is

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Everyone saying Pedro and Y/N are just friends when all of this exists:

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'Do you ever look at instagram accounts devoted to you being a heartthrob when you’re feeling down ?'

'Yes, I do,' Pedro immediately burst into laughter.

'What’s your favourite account?'

‘It’s called Pedropascalfanaccount,' he chuckled to himself again, eyes squeezing shut. He regained himself in time. 'Y/N runs that account.'

There was silence in which he tried not to laugh again.

'Does she think you’re a heartthrob?'

Pedro cringed. 'I hope.'

comments:

but this is so normal pedro behaviour

I love Pedro and Y/N together sm, i hope the rumours are true

He's so daddy, need him

Y/N Pascal, I am here for it

↪️↪️↪️↪️ Pascalisinlove:

'K but Pedro Pascal is like this with all his costars.' Pedro being close with Y/N like any other costar:

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One of my favourite moments- y/npascal11

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The camera's caught you and Pedro standing next to each other as the interview progressed onto how you all bonded on set of the Last of us. She suggested, off-handily, karaoke.

Pedro leaned into the microphone. 'I hate karaoke.'

You chuckled, giving your own answer. 'I'd have loved karaoke, it's quite fun.'

Everyone lost their minds at how Pedro flustered, waving his hands around and desperately grabbing for the microphone. 'I don't mind karaoke, I don't mind it,' he quickly redeemed himself. Everyone loved how he was looking to you for approval. 'With the right company, it can be great- oh, we should go.'

Everyone watching the video lost their minds at how quick an opinion change he had as soon as he realised you liked it.

'We should!' you chuckle, playing along.

The video then played every other interview clip that could be found of Pedro expressing dislike for karaoke. He hated it. But as soon as you said you liked it his whole mind set was changed.

User101: he’s in love omg!!

User102: the way he looks at her

User33: omg internet mommy and internet daddy!!?!

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Pedropascalnumberonefan: this interview is what started it all, the way Paul just brings up Daisy and Pedro can’t stop talking about Y/N!!

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Pedro and the rest of the cast of Gladitor II sat together, each taking turns holding cards and asking questions, how well do they all know one another.

Paul and Pedro seemed to be having their own competition, privately wanting to beat each other. But whilst privately competing they hadn’t realised just what they were saying:

"Who is my favourite actor?" Pedro asked, biting the lid of the pen off.

Joesph Quinn stroked the boldness of his head. "It’s me right?"

"That you’re my favourite actor?"

"Yeah- you said that to me once."

"I said that you were special," corrected Pedro, grinning to himself before laughing at his own joke. "And special can mean a lot of things."

"Marlon Brando?" Connie suggested.

"Harrison Ford?" Was another by Freddy.

And just as Pedro was gonna accept that answer, Paul said your name.

"Y/n! It’s y/n, y/n!"

Pedro’s grin split his cheeks as he turned his board and showed everyone your scribbled name, a heart jotted down next to it.

Pedro didn’t even care he’d just supplied the fans, he cared he got a point- going for a high five that nobody returned.

And if Pedro and Paul were in a competition for who could name their girls the most, Pedro had the lead very quickly as when Connie was up, asking:

"What is my favourite curse word in Danish?"

Pedro went in with ‘fuck’ which was wrong. Then he tried again with Bastard but he told himself off with that one, mumbling a:

"No that’s y/n’s favourite."

Next to him, Paul laughed.

But Paul came swinging back in the game when Joseph asked:

"What actor do I get mistaken for?"

The question had hardly left his lips when Paul erupted-

"Daisy Edgar Jones! Sometimes,"

"Um, no."

Userp12: PLS!! Jo shut him down so quick

User89: guys this is hilarious

User69: not even ten seconds in and we got a Daisy and Y/n mention

PaulMescalboy: k but do you think Paul is so mad cause Pedro stay winning, like has everyone SEEN the SNL videos

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Everyone had seen the SNL videos. Not only had you and Pedro done a sketch to express how he is internet Daddy and you were internet Mommy looking after all your children, but then a tiktok had gone viral.

You were walking the red carpet with your assistant, the flashing lights adding to the glamour you carried in every step when you brushed by Pedro.

At first everyone was talking about how they were sure your hand was purposely grazing his ass but then everyone's jaw dropped with how you dragged your hand over the back of his neck. It was such a simple move, so nonchalant that you didn't even look as you did it.

Pedro looked.

Pedro grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it as if there weren't a hundred camera's on the pair of you.

Pedro looked at you like you'd hung the very moon.

He pulled you into him, leaving the microphone to grab you and hug you. Maybe he'd abandon the whole thing just to follow after you like a lost puppy.

But he'd left the microphone and the people in front of their phones with a deep need for love like Pedro loved you. When he muttered a small 'Dios mío'.

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Y/nupdates: but do you all remember that time Pedro and Y/N were caught looking after her nephew together BEFORE FILMING FOR THE LAST OF US EVEN BEGAN!! UR HONOUR ITS ALWAYS BEEN THEM

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"You really facetime people a lot," said Bella, as they were on camera, discussing The Last of Us and what it was like on set.

Pedro laughed. "Let's facetime someone."

"Y/n?" asked Bella. They didn't even need to take another guess, Pedro's cheeky grin telling all just who he would be face-timing.

"Lets see if she answers me this time," he mumbled as he got your contact up.

Bella continued adding fuel to the fire. "I feel like every time I came into the tent on set, if you weren't with her on set, you'd be talking to her over the phone."

"Oh come on, don't exaggerate- she calls me!" said Pedro, furrowing his brows at the phone screen as he watched your name flicker on his phone. The camera's picked up the scrunch of his face as did Bella.

"You always do that face as well!" Bella pointed out. "When you start a face time call- you always do a little smoulder!"

Pedro chuckled. "I can't see!"

His head snapped down to his phone when the ringing had stopped and you'd picked up his call. He grinned and cheered.

"What the fuck do you want?" you playfully yelled down the phone as Pedro laughed, showing you Bella and showing you off to the camera.

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User1: If Pedro went to the Paul school of yearning then Y/N went to the Daisy school of avoiding the damn question.

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The video played you in your own lie detector test, similar to how Pedro had once been subjected to.

"People call you the mother of the internet," said the lady behind the camera.

You nodded and waited for the rest of it to come.

She slid a picture of Pedro over to you and your cheeks immediately went red. "Is this man your daddy?"

The camera caught you trying to keep it together but you started to laugh, hiding your face as you clearly didn't want the camera's to pick up your blush or your heart rate. "Oh geez- um," you hesitated, but picked up the picture of him. "My god his eyes are gorgeous. I think-"

"True," said the man officiating the lie detector test.

"Thank you," you quickly threw his way before addressing the question. "I think he's everyone's daddy, yeah."

"But is he your daddy?" she repeated.

You tried to think of a way to play it and yet nothing came to mind. "I plead the fifth."

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You laughed as you finished the video and read the article’s accompanying it and even went back to look at the pictures.

You felt like a fan of yourself and Pedro as you stared at all the evidence on your phone.

Perhaps the most incriminating bit of evidence was the man stirring next to you.

"What have you been laughing about over there?" Mumbled Pedro as his arm wrapped back around your waist, tugging you closer to him again.

You cuddle in, abandoning your phone to the side. "Oh you know, just how much you love me."

Pedro knew immediately as he grumbled, hiding himself in the soft skin of your neck. "That damn video again?"

[I hope you enjoy!! Let me know if you’d like any more Pedro,]

[the-whole-thing-through]

I know this is kinda just a joke, but actually, I really want to ask ppl who say that killing Foggy was the right decision and that the show had to make a bold move, and that it's "realistic" and that Matt Murdock is a character defined by pain and loss and tragedy....how would you end the story? Like seriously, what do you think would be a satisfactory ending for this new Daredevil series? Because it WILL end, but the characters won't, they will remain.

I've said this ad nauseam on reddit, but the way that the OG series ended at season 3, with that last remaining shot of Nelson, Murdock and Page together, was, to me, the BEST possible ending for that show and for these characters. An absolute masterpiece. God, just thinking about it gives me a warm glow in my chest. Despite being canceled in its prime, with more stories to tell, they managed to deliver to the audience literally the most satisfactory ending that was possible. NM&P. All three together. All three looking forward to a bright future together. Finally united in honesty, understanding, and trust. Mutual love and affection. Each three with their roles and their parts to play: the vigilante, the lawyer and the investigator. Each of equal importance to one another, nobody considered less important to the narrative.

I appreciate the way that the creators chose to end the show with the Matt/Karen romance open ended and ambiguous, although I know many shippers disagree with me. Not only would it have felt unearned to have Matt and Karen shown as explicitly together in that last moment, it also would have retracted from the overarching theme and message of the show, which is what we see in the last shot: it's Nelson, Murdock, and Page. They had to be apart in order to realize that all three of them are better working together. The golden trio. The holy trinity. Having the ending be Matt/Karen oh and Foggy, like he's an afterthought or a third wheel, was clearly something that they were trying to avoid, and they were right to do so. The OG showrunner and writers NEVER disrespected Foggy or treated him as a joke or "just" the comics relief. He was a main character with his own love interest, his own plot line, his own family and friends and support system. And he is VITAL to the overall dynamic, and to Matt's happiness. Which brings me to my main point.

Matt cannot be happy without Foggy, period. If Foggy is permanently dead, then the ending for DDBA is already torched. Whatever it is, it can't ever REALLY be satisfactory. To the people who say that it's "realistic" I mean, yeah, maybe. But is it satisfactory? If the show ends, and Matt is back to just being Daredevil, exactly as he was in the beginning, but no Foggy, it's an obvious downgrade to what we had before, no? I have no idea why the writers of DDBA want to torch their own projected ending in such a fashion. It's like aspiring that your assignment will get, at best, a C+ instead of an A.

I'm sure many ppl will be happy no matter what if their fav ship ends up working out, but even then, it's STILL only a glass half full situation. If the show ends with just Murdock and Page, but no Nelson, something is still going to be missing, and that something is Foggy Nelson. I don't for a second believe that either Matt OR Karen will ever truly be completely happy after Foggy's death. People discount Karen and Foggy's relationship, but he was her best friend, her surrogate brother, who supported her after Matt's "death." Who immediately stepped up to be her lawyer and confidant after she told him about killing Wesley. Who never once judged her or made her feel less than.

Asking for the audience to be ok with some sort of projected "Happily Ever After" ending without the beating heart of Daredevil is an insane ask, truly, and I honestly don't think that those who are unconcerned about Foggy's death, or who think that the show did it "right" have given any thought to just HOW this story can possibly end. Thinking that Matt would ever be truly ok again after losing Foggy, or that he could ever have a happy ending, just fundamentally gets Matt's character, and the entire show of Daredevil, wrong. Daredevil is not the story of a man who loses everything and perseveres despite it all. Its the story of a man who perseveres despite it all, BECAUSE he still has something left to lose. Karen and Foggy are the heart and soul of Daredevil, and the heart and soul of Matt's world. Take out one, and the entire thing topples like a house of cards. If the new show runner doesn't understand this (and it's seeming more and more like he just doesn't get Matt at all) then I give up. Just toss the entire thing in the trash at that point.

marvel saw these scenes and said "what if we make everyone miserable?"

[crepezinhos]

Hello! I love your writing by the way and how you interpret Scaramouche/ wanderer is just 🤌🤌🤌

I would like to know your opinion about, what if there was an au where both Scaramouche and reader are in college. Reader takes on medical technology where she studied all about microbiology and all that stuffs and giz. When all of a sudden their professor tasked them that they would need to bring their own sperm cell for this assignment but reader doesn't know where to get some. But then it hit her, she finally knows someone who could help and all she needs is a little persuasion.

You don't have to answer it though or reply to it. It just an idea I had stuck in my brain for awhile huhu. But all in all, your writing is so good and well thought out and I would like to see how this turns out. Anyways love you and hope that you listen to it hihi >🩷🩷

Spurm of the Moment

POV: You need sperm to do a project in your biology class, but you’re a woman, and cannot get it in your own. You could get it in sperm banks, but that would probably cost you money... So why not use your dear friend to get that sperm?

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is NSFW work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Blindfolding, bondage and overstimulation

— Wanderer x Biomedic Reader

— AU is: Modern

“Are you sure I have to be like this?” Wanderer asked as he tried pulling his arms away from the chair’s arm rests, testing out the ropes’ strength.

“Please, we both know how you are. You barely let me hug you when we’re hanging out already. Do you really think you’d let me do this to you freely? Don’t make me laugh…” You asked while still kneeling down in front of him, tightening the last rope around his left leg.

“What about the blindfold, then? How is that helping you?” But he kept trying to challenge you’d expect from him.

“I don’t want you to… witness.” You cleared your throat as you stood up from your spot.

“Oh? But you can take off my pants and jack my dick off as you wish?” You could still see his eyebrows frowning even if the blindfold covered his purple eyes. “Y’know, why didn’t you just ask me to jack off on my own?” He kept moving his hands in diverse ways as he spoke, enjoying one of the few freedoms he still had.

“I don’t trust you to be cautious with it.” You walked towards your desk, grabbing the other preparatives you needed for this moment such as rubber glover and the pot where you’d keep the semen in.

“You don’t trust me to beat my own meat?” Wanderer wheezed, lowing his head down momentarily.

“I trust you to do that, but not to be cautious and sanitary with the results.” After grabbing the prepartions and dressing the gloves around your hands, you walked back to him, kneeling in front of him ahain. “And, you did consent to this anyway…” You tried teasing him wth the truth, but it didn’t seem to have much effect.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever…” He kept himself broad to pretend he hadn’t lost that little argument.

“Just to make sure you aren’t starting to regret this… What is the safe word we agreed on?” You asked him a bit more seriously, looking up to him despite hs inability to stare back at you.

“Biology.” He answered very bored.

“Yes. Just like the main purpose of this.” You reminded him of that fact before your hands started to move down his chest. “May I?”

He nodded and you soon cupped his crotch with a hand, beginning to gently rub your palms against his organ to get him erect.

“Shit…” Wanderer turned his head to the side while biting his inferior lip to stop himself from making any louder noises compared to the short grunts from the back of his throat. “What kind of lesson is this anyway..?” He fixed his throat, trying to maintain his dignity.

“We have a project to examine sperm cell behavior of different people under certain conditions.” You answered neutrally, focusing more on his slightly-hardened organ rather than his anger.

“Are you the only woman in their class or something?! Why would he not give the cells already?!” Wanderer kept trying to argue with you and distract himself from the pressure you were applying on him.

“Hmmmm… I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to think about less awkward alternatives now that you were getting what you needed.

So, trying to get him to stop protesting, you finally put your whole hand under his underwear and pulled out his dick out of it, finally springing it free. When Wanderer felt your gloved fingers enveloping his pink tip is when he started fighting back again.

“Aren’t there any sperm banks in the school?! O-Or maybe in the city?!” His head was looking down at where the motions were going to happen, trying to somehow have a bit of control and awareness of his situation.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too late to protest about it now?” You spoke a bit ironically, circling those same fingers around him to give him a starter.

“You minx…” You could clearly see his fists gripping around the edges pf the seat as you teased him, taking it all out on it.

“You know you like it.” You blinked to him, finally beginning to occupy his mind with more pleasure.

Your fingers were jerking him gently and slowly, going all the way to the tip of his urethra down to base of his cock. It was a tortuous rhythm that was certainly tensing him up for more. His own fingers would slightly scratch the chair to relieve himself and hope it’d make him more silent around you, feet tapping the floor nervously.

“You know… this would be faster if you told me about anything you like during these moments for me to do.” You suddenly decided to open your mouth to give him that suggestion, deciding to use your other hand to gently get a hold of his testicles to test him out.

Wanderer flinched as soon as he felt you touch that region, skin visibly shivering. A bothered grunt also came out of his throat in response, a hint of pink coloring his cheeks.

“J-Just�� stroke me faster.” He fixed his throat again as you smirked at the facade he was trying to pose to you.

But you did as he wished and proceeded to stroke him faster, still trying your best to tease his tip the most so he could ejaculate as soon as possible. It was now a bit harder for Wanderer to jail his noises, meaning he had to try even harder to keep his mouth shut, and those efforts were making this whole moment way more awkward for you too.

“You can moan, y’know? I would expect you to.” You turned your face to him, but seeing his face made you too embarrassed to keep looking at it that bravely, so you abruptly turned away and started looking at the floor instead.

“I don’t want you to listen…” He quickly mumbled before another moan took his vocal chords over and forced him to shut his mouth again.

“Alright, then… But it is going to become worse for you.” You said while making the circle between your middle, ring finger and your thumb tighter, trying to squeeze him more.

“For fuck’s sake…” Wanderer’s hips trying to recoil away from you, but that was impossible due to his legs being tied to the chair’s too, so he had no choice but to relieve himself by stretching his legs and arching his back, his feet facing the roof.

If only he wasn’t wearing shoes… You were pretty sure all his fingers would be spread apart too from that heavy pleasure wave you gave him, but you had no choice but to move on from that and keep focusing on pulling out that orgasm from him.

This moment was as awkward for him as it was for you. You’d never expect someone as reserved as him to let you do this to him, and actually doing it felt bizarre. Now you knew how his dick looked like, and you could probably imagine how it fit and looked under his pants. How would look at him normally again? How would he look at you normally again? Maybe you should’ve been more creative with your problem-solving skills instead of insisting on this. But at the same times you couldn’t blame yourself for him accepting to do this so… easily.

“I know it’s very weird, but… It would be really helpful if you could help me do this faster.” Now it was your turn to fix your throat to pretend you didn’t have an awkwardness in the tip of your tongue.

“… Ok.” He accepted your commission very neutrally, arms crossed as if he was bored and not surprised at all.

Maybe he wasn’t exactly taking you seriously and didn’t realize the gravity of what he put himself into.

“I hope I’m successfully stimulating you and not just… doing this for nothing.” You laughed your embarrassment away, trying to cool the mood between you two.

“Y-You’re good.” He mumbled, a bit too embarrassed to confess his satisfaction with all of this.

“Tell me when you’re close, okay?” You looked at the pot sitting at the floor by your side, wondering when would you finally use it.

“Ok…” Wanderer moaned under his throat again, still holding himself back.

Hearing his confirmation, you kept working your hands in his organ, trying your best to recreate the tips you’ve read in the internet about how to make a guy reach his orgasm quickly. Your right hand was basically twisting itself within every pump to provoke his sized cock while sometimes gripping it a bit harder on purpose to cause a bit of pleasurable pain. Meanwhile, your left hand were still massaging his balls and caressing them with thumb, but way more carefully compared to your other hand. You knew that it was a very sensible and fragile part of the male body and you had no idea if Wanderer would like you to mess with it any harder, so you had no choice but to be gentle despite your want to end this as soon as possible.

“I-I think I’m close…” Wanderer suddenly threw his head back, a high-pitched moan escaping his lips after holding himself back so much.

“Are you? Really?” You asked, turning your eyes back to him, seeing his mouth hanging open from the overstimulation.

“Y-Yeah, yeah… Go faster…” He asked, cheeks growing a bit redder from asking you such an embarrassing question.

You nodded and started pumping him faster, dropping all those techniques you were trying to use to focus on man tuning that growing momentum, including his testicles so you could grab the pot. And it seemed to be working because Wanderer started hissing quite frequently to get rid of his need to groan.

“A-Almost there..!” Wanderer’s feet begun dragging themselves against the floor again, trying to contain his pleasure, his hips trying to jerk upwards to feel more friction and allow himself to free that aching knot in his balls.

Unfortunately, despite his warning, Wanderer was still not ejaculating at all, which worried you a bit.

“A-Are you sure?” You asked, almost laughing in pure nervousness.

“Yes… yes, yes, yes…” His eyebrows kept twitching and frowning as closure suffocated him, his feet still trying to stretch on the wooden floor.

You grabbed the pot sitting in front of you and you put it in his tip, readying yourself for his orgasm. Now all that would come out of him would directly go inside there with no chance of escape. But then Wanderer’s orgasm snapped pretty soon after you did that, making the timing of your placing of the pot perfect.

Wanderer bit his inferior lips again, simply hissing all his way through it instead of just letting those caged moans go for once. All his cum was going to the pot as expected, but you had to do some effort to keep it all together due to how strongly he was cumming. His hips were jerking forwards to the most they could, hand fingers all spread and aggressive with the poor chair.

“Shit!” He also kept insulting the nothing around him out of nowhere for no apparent reason rather than just coping with the high amounts of pleasure being release.

Soon enough, his cock stop twitching inside the pot, signaling you that it was over. So you pulled it out and angled it back to its normal position to make the semen stuck on the walls to drip down to the bottom of the pot. Meanwhile, Wanderer was just completely melted in the chair, breathing in and out heavily to refresh himself.

“Aaaaand…” You voiced as you reached for the jar’s cover and begun spinning around the pot, stopping when it wasn’t possible to do so anymore. “Done!” You cheered excitedly while getting up and moving to your table.

You carefully placed the pot in a corner and grabbed a packet of blank stickers, beginning to rip one off of it to use it, but Wanderer finally recovered his logical thinking.

“Are you not going to untie me?! It was supposed to be the first thing to do!” He complained, sitting his body in the chair normally again.

“Wait.” You said, trying to focus on stick the sticker in the pot in anyway it wouldn’t be curved or off the center in the slightest.

“You better hurry up… It is very uncomfortable to be in this chair…” Wanderer used an ironic tone to complain about you, trying his best to annoy you to get what he wanted.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it at first.” You decided to pause your pot-labeling to give him attention, speaking very snobbishly too.

“Yeah, but now I’m just barely sitting naked here with no moving rights!” He resisted your argument, trying to move his arms and legs again to show you how tight he was against that chair.

“Fine, fine…” You got up from your chair and quickly moved to him, wanting to get that extra task done as soon as possible.

And soon enough, as soon as you took off his blindfold and freed his hands, Wanderer zipped his zipped back to its upper end as soon as possible, a loud high-pitched noise accompanying it. And when you were done freeing his legs, he kicked the hanging ropes around it away and quickly moved away, stretching his limbs apart to taste that sensation of freedom again.

“Holy fuck.” Wanderer moaned as he looked at his hand and tested their flexibility, seeing its fingers bend, his thumb rolling, and his wrists, still aching from the ropes, rotating as he commanded them to do so.

But you ignored him to focus on the sticker in the pot again, finally managing to stick it in the place you wanted it to be. Then, you proceeded to grab one of your many pens and, specifically the black one, and open it just to quickly write “Semen” on the almost-transparent red, straight, middle line of the sticker, and pop the cover back to its place in the pen.

“Gee, I hope I never meet another Biomedicine freak like you again…” He suddenly insulted you, which surprisingly made you turn your chair to him because you had a little twist that you forgot to tell him about.

“Well… It’s with this Biomedicine freak you’re stuck with for the rest of the month.” You tried to keep yourself calm, but you knew that would make him confused.

“What?” He turned to you, with a confused expression in his face you which you could take a picture of.

“Throughout the month I’m probably gonna need some more loads of semen to do the testing…” You watched his eyes widening very entertained, trying your best to not laugh.

“What do you mean?” He asked, in the brim of having a panic attack.

“I forgot to mention to you that little fact, but… I’ll eventually need more semen to compare it to this original sample.” You brought the pot to your hands and lightly shook it, showing Wanderer his own sperm. “Unless you want to cancel this and force me to redo everything I’ve done yet… You’ll have to be my provider this whole month!” You said excitedly, knowing damn well it would make him snap.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?!” He shook his arms around very stressed.

“Oopsies! Forgot!” You turned your chair back to the table. “If you’re that bothered, I’ll just throw this a—”

“NO!” He screamed, slightly surprising you. “I-I mean… I can’t let this whole shit we just did go to waste!” He explained himself, convincing you to turn back to him again.

“Oh? Or maybe you’re jealous with the thought of me doing that same shit with another man?” You decided to keep teasing him with a smirk in your lips.

“O-Of course not! Why would I ever feel jealous for you?!” As soon as he finished talking, Wanderer wheezed and put his hands in his face, trying to control himself. “I-I’m gonna get going…” His calm, cold tone came back as he spoke and walked around your room.

Since he hadn’t brought anything, all he had to do was leave your room. But right before he actually could slam your door shut and run very far from your apartment, he suddenly walking, and froze in his place for a few seconds before turning back to you.

“Don’t you dare think about throwing that away.” He pointed to your pot very aggressively, body visibly hard as he threatened you.

And the door was finally slammed to its closed state.

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[houseofthedragonn]

need just soft marriage type headcanons with Cregan please please please please🙏🏻

soft marriage headcanons!! fluff so no smut (MASTERLIST)

LETS GET MARRIED, Cregan Stark

x wife!reader headcanons

SYNOPSIS / soft cregan marriage headcanons

WARNINGS / NO smut

MASTERLIST

if a marriage of duty and not marrying for love you two fall in love regardless

your wedding night, the bedding ceremony, he holds you after, and in a rare moment of softness, he says, “you are mine now, my love. and i will never let anyone or anything harm you. not if i can help it…”

you knew he meant it, seeing how protective he was, whether defending you both against Wildlings, or wrapping a strong arm around you if another Lord gets too familiar with you

not that his jealousy ever extended to getting angry with you, he just wanted everyone to know you were his, and he was yours

which was evident after your belly starts showing, falling pregnant with your first child after your wedding night, and nine months later, he wastes no time on your second babe

you were pregnant three times, one after the other, until you both agreed to wait for the fourth, but you two could only wait a little less than a year, a great dad, he loved kids and pregnant you loved his extra attentiveness

not that he didn’t spoil you already before your first pregnancy, but it was round the clock when you were with child, not on his trips to the Wall or other parts of Westeros, but with you, to not miss any minute of it

when the babe starts to kick he never leaves your side, attached at the hip, because he never wanted to miss anytime it happened, saying how he knows they’re boys by how they kicked, strong; he was right about the first two, but not their strong sister born third

he still loves all the children regardless, but is forever grateful to you for fighting through your childbirths to give him heirs, all of your children, and thanking the gods he still had you, every time begging them to not lose you

he lets no midwife, maester, wet nurse, or handmaiden tell him he cannot be by your side during it either, asking which of them intended to stop him, to which none of them challenged the six foot man made of muscle

after you, he was first to hold your sons and daughter when they were born, remarking that they would be beautiful because they had you for a mother

he would be so gentle and soft with you during and after pregnancy, more so than usual as he recognizes how much stronger he is and he always takes caution not to hurt you

when not drowning in parchment of ravens and letters he must read and write back to, or not away on his travels elsewhere, he’d just love spending time with you always

whether walking through the godswood at sunrise and sunset, taking you on a tour of the crypt and telling you the story of every Stark he could, or taking a dip in the hot springs to keep warm together in the light summer snow

even if he has to work he would let only you in his study, no one else, either reading a book quietly so as not to disturb him, or helping him with his workload, sat on his lap

he’d love reading to you, or more you reading to him as he loved your voice, and especially after a long day of reading ravens, he loves nothing more than a warm heart, you, and a good book as he lets the sound of your voice lull him into momentary bliss until duty calls

[callmearcturus]

Ethan Hunt and the worst team composition (barring that time one of this team mates literally was a traitor)

one idea that solidified on this rewatch is we all know the Big Joke/Theme of GP is that all the tech fails, because Brad Bird hates technology. nearly every single failure in the movie is due to the tech failing.

HELL, THE LAST IMF CACHE IN THE WORLD THAT THE SECRETARY LEFT FOR ETHAN IS IN A MOVING TRAIN CAR. TO GET IN, YOU NEED TO COMPLETE A RETINAL SCAN. THE SCANNER IS TOO HIGH OFF THE GROUND FOR ETHAN HUNT.

Ethan having to grab the bars and physically lift himself fully off the ground to jam his face into the stupid fucking scanner while he and Brandt race to keep up with the train is still the second-funniest moment in the franchise.

Anyway my actual point is what solidified on this watch was that the team was also a fucking mess. As a movie you are watching, the chemistry of the team is what makes this movie work. The energy of Jane, Brandt, and Benji is the soul of the movie and when the franchise (i.e. McQuarrie) realizes these movies are about the ensemble.

But in-universe, the watsonian read? Is Ethan is hamstringed as much by team composition as much as the tech.

Like, weird example, but in Ted Lasso season 3, Jamie's character arc in part is about how he becomes the conductor of the team. His position is to be the adhesive glue that binds all the players together and he's the one to direct the momentum of play. Everyone on the field is forced to react to him specifically.

Ethan is the same, his power is in conducting people and getting the team working. Except he has to manage:

Brandt, an analyst who spends most of the mission prep looking wet and sad in the corner

or being the No, But guy to every plan, and who can be phenomenal pain in Ethan's ass. He actively contributes more stress to the mission at all points and Ethan has to directly talk him down from throwing the entire plan literally out of the window.

Just Brandt would be hard enough to manage but SPEAKING OF THROWING PLANS OUT THE WINDOW.

Jane is a lit fuse who is going to fuck up the mission and Ethan knows it from the start. The moment it's clear they need Moreau, the woman who killed Jane's lover

(AND AGAIN I TALKED ABOUT THIS BEFORE BUT I STILL LOVE HOW JANE CARTER GETS THE MANPAIN-IEST STORY EVERY, I love GP.)

the moment that's clear, Jane is a problem Ethan also has to manage. She's competent and she's the most on-board with the plan because she's a seasoned field agent, but she is still someone he cannot trust to keep her head.

And the EXACT thing Ethan's worried about happens. In the heat of the moment, Jane insists on going after Moreau and while she makes a game attempt to not kill her.... she still very much kicked her out the fucking window. That is a thing that Ethan saw coming and it did happen.

I fucking die every time Jane and Brandt start having a screaming match while Ethan is in the bathroom like "send me back to prison. I was enjoying prison. I had my rock. I had a friend who didn't give me agida. Fuck my life."

And I SWEAR TO GD this is not just me being a Benji Stan but Benji is green and annoying, but also look at this sequence here real quick:

Ethan: Masks? Benji: Sixty seconds. You sure I should wear a mask? You know, 'cause I'm not exactly Omar Sharif-- (sees Ethan's look) I'll play it French. This is your tracking device. This is what you're tracking. Ethan: The paperclip? Benji: No, it's the paper. It's in the briefcase. It's coated with isotopes which give off a unique-- (REALIZES THIS IS UNIMPORTANT RIGHT NOW) -- It just means that you can track the documents even if they switch briefcases. Ethan: Range? Benji: Not that good, it's like half a mile.

Benji is a newbie and green as hell, but he gets to the point and he gives Ethan the exact information he needs and reacts better and better as things get more stressful. He needs the least management and oversight by far.

Which is also set up in Ethan's intro, at the prison. Even though Ethan is probably unsure who the field technician is, he immediately gets them to say "Yes, And" and assist him. I love the physicality of Ethan blowing a 'thank you' kiss to the camera and then signalling 'keep your eyes on me' and then just signaling what he needs as he races down the cell block. And it works!

Before he even knows it's Benji, the same tech he got to Yes, And him in a crisis in MI3, he knows he can work in tandem. If he can temper Benji's moments of just not being used to field work, Benji is a hands-off asset to the team. Which Ethan fucking needs while he's trying to manage Jane and Brandt.

Is it a coincidence that Ethan finally emerges from his sulk in the bathroom when Jane and Brandt begin to turn their anger on Benji, physically redirecting the rooms attention to him? Probably but it's interesting nonetheless.

(I've stated this in fic before but I think Ethan lowkey hates working with Brandt. Not that he dislikes Brandt at all as a person, just that he requires so much extra management and bandwidth. And my watsonian reason for Jane not being on Ethan's team again is "You're a great agent, I respect you, pls go lead another team, I do not want to manage you again, kthxbai." WHICH IS SUPPORTED BY THE PARALLELING EXPLICITLY DRAWN BETWEEN THEM:

gddamn i love the Jane Carter Manpain Arc so much.)

My point is: Ghost Protocol is funny and colorful and entertaining as hell, and it works because the four leads have mad-on chemistry, but in-universe this team composition is Ethan's personal fucking nightmare and he should have just stayed in prison. HELL, THIS IS THE MOVIE WHERE ETHAN FULLY TRIES TO ABANDON HIS TEAM BC THEY SUCK SO MUCH. And circumstances force him to finish the job with them, BUT HE DOES TRY TO LEAVE THEIR ASSES.

Anyway, if you read the dossiers of the Big Four (Luther, Ilsa, Ethan, Benji) that were mocked up for Fallout but are used in Dead Reckoning, Benji and Ethan's dossiers make it clear that after this point, Ethan refuses to work with non-Benji field techs and basically monopolizes Agent Dunn for the next 15-ish years.

GREAT MOVIE. If you are gonna start watching Mission Impossible, start with Ghost Protocol.

ETA: actually that bit I started with "barring that one time one of his team was literally a traitor"? I take that back. Because in MI1, yes, Krieger is fully a traitor who tries to kill Ethan, but he's easy for Ethan to manage. Ethan literally just pisses him off enough to make him storm off. That dude is EASY next to Jane and Brandt. L M A O.

[yikesy]

I'm aware of how random this sounds

But because rrverse Apollo and rrverse Hermes have a tense and distant relationship, I was thinking about how differently they interact with their kids, and my thoughts spiralled until I thought of Luke.

I feel like an Apollo and Luke interaction would be so interesting. Luke probably wouldn't like him due how May got all messed up from trying to be his Oracle, but I feel like Apollo would be a kind uncle BECAUSE he knows what Luke's fate is (and probably disapproves about how Hermes treated the whole thing).

Like remember when Apollo once said that he would of adopted Frank if he could? I would like to think he would of wanted to adopt Luke too.

Your thoughts?

oh luke DOES NOT have a good impression of apollo. apart from the may thing let's not forget the event that kinda radicalized him was HALCYON GREEN. it's very interesting actually because he sees hermes as uncaring and neglectful but he sees apollo as actively malicious

so he thinks hermes is The Worst bc of his inaction but then comes apollo who he perceives as too involved, in the bad way (he's not, luke who by pure coincidence witnessed two apollo related atrocities before sixteen is an outlier and shouldn't be counted) Lots of wires crossed

but sadly I think bc of that his reaction to apollo would be very,, measured?? like, he thinks he's evil!! apollo would come down to see what's the deal with this kid everyone's making such a fuss about and luke would be very polite and amiable and and apollo would get hermes vibes™™ that he's just acting like that to hide he's scared and uncomfortable and then apollo would leave bc he doesn't want to keep subjecting him to that by forcing his presence. but he wouldn't know just How Much he was lying then and the depth of his Issues

but if they somehow got into a situation where luke gives up any attempt at preservation and GOES OFF at apollo (which he would) apollo would, well he would respond very calmly and pointedly take responsibility for everything which would confuse THE FUCK out of luke

and then he would go directly to hermes and tell him he needs to get down here now this shit is serious and hermes would be like "you know I can't why are you making it more painful than it already is" and apollo would be like "you're being an extremist and oddly stubborn about this" and they would go at it for a looong time.

apollo's opinion on luke's fate is that hermes may not be able to control or change it but what hermes can control is his own relationship with luke and the way he's hurting him right now, that if tragedy is going to happen anyway and you love the one it's heading to, then it's your duty to balance the scales and steal moments from between the lines of prophecy, so that happiness WAS there, even if it didn't change anything. that hermes is not only withdrawing his love but causing more misery to an already doomed person... he cannot stand for it

in the end apollo would end up routinely dragging hermes to see luke bc hermes does want to but he won't admit anything to apollo and he'd be sooo awkward and pathetic with luke and luke would stare at him with disdain and judgement. in the end apollo ends up acting like a kind of particularly forceful family therapist

so lmao from luke's perspective it would be like "this guy I don't like and I don't understand, for an unfathomable reason, took my dad being absent as a personal offense and now keeps dragging him here like some kind of cat who keeps bringing dead mouse and keeps dropping by to give me weekly updates and lessons on godly psychology and politics"

[katethetank]

Possession of the Heart - Chapter 8

Rating: 18+ minors gtfo Chapter Summary: Steve finds his ticket to freedom and gets help from some good Samaritans CW: Mpreg, medical checkup, mention of Tommy's infertility and his plan for Steve being assaulted (again, Steve is ok! Nothing happens!) Pairing: Alpha!Tommy x Omega!Steve - Alpha!Eddie x Omega!Steve Word Count: 2.8k

Chapter 7<<Masterlist>>Chapter 9

Tommy comes home around lunch time and Steve’s plan is set into motion. He packed what he knows he’ll need into two suitcases, and tucked all of Eddie’s letters into his needlepoint bag underneath his supplies. He’s not exactly sure how he’ll be able to get out of the estate, but he needs to be ready at a moment’s notice.

The medical report and marriage contract are folded and held close in his pocket. When he hears Tommy come in, he puts on his best performance and staggers down the stairs holding his belly.

“Tommy?” His voice warbles and he pats himself on the back for sounding so genuinely distressed. “I think…I think something may be wrong.”

Tommy meets him at the bottom of the stairs with a look of concern. “Steve? Darling you look awful.”

He tries not to take offense. He knows his performance isn’t that good, but he’s also aware that he hasn’t been eating enough, and hasn’t left the estate for so much as a hair cut since fall. “I need…I need to see that doctor. The one who came here before. I don’t feel well and I’m worried about the pup.”

That’s all he needed to say. Tommy’s only real concerns are his investments, and the most important one he has is currently doing somersaults in Steve’s belly. Without any hesitation, Tommy calls back the driver and they make their way into town to see Dr. Owens. When they arrive at his office, Tommy tries to enter the exam room. Steve gives one look of warning to the doctor, and Tommy is being escorted to the waiting area.

The door closes and Dr. Owens is immediately at Steve’s side. “I wish you would have come sooner, Steve. You don’t look well.”

“That’s the least of my concern. Dr. Owens, please…I need your help and I don’t know who else to turn to.”

The doctor seats him at the exam table and pulls up a chair. “You’re safe here, Steve. Anything you tell me will remain confidential.”

“I’m actually hoping it won’t.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the papers. “Tommy has been lying to me. To everyone. Here, this is our marriage contract. It states right there that our marriage will be dissolved if there is any proof of adultery or if either of us are infertile. Sir, it’s not just Tommy’s legs that were affected by his wounds. He can’t father children. This signed medical report proves it. I didn’t know until today that this clause was in our contract. Since he returned from the war, he’s known that our marriage can be dissolved, and he hid it from me to keep his control over me.

“What’s worse is he ordered me to find another Alpha to pup me so he can claim it as his heir and bond me to him. I couldn’t imagine doing such a thing. But then…then I met a man who showed me what actual kindness and love is. Tommy found out. He didn’t want me being happy. Didn’t want this man getting in his way. So he threatened him and forced him to leave. That’s when I found out I was pregnant. The day you came to the manor…he told me that once the pup is born, a man he hired to follow me, William Hargrove, would be rewarded for his efforts by…by having his rights to pup me against my will. It terrified me so much that I fainted.  

“Doctor, please. I need to get away from them. The proof of his infertility is right there, and the proof of my adultery is here.” Steve places a hand on his belly and wipes the tears from his face with the other. “Can you help me? Please? I know I made mistakes of my own, but I cannot allow him to claim this pup as his.”

Dr. Owens sits in stunned silence for a moment and his own eyes look misty. “I’m glad you came to me. Steve, this is the most abhorrent thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m so sorry you’ve been treated this way. After you leave here, I can take these papers to the courthouse. The judge, Bob Newby, is a good friend of mine and a good man. There’s no way he’ll let this stand.”

Judge Newby. Steve remembers him from one of the parties Tommy hosted. He was so kind and Steve was sad to see that he was one of the Alphas that Tommy refused to have back. All because he made Steve laugh and gave him a moment of joy. “I met him once. He was kind.”

The doctor nods in agreement and gives Steve a reassuring smile. “He is, I promise you that. I can get this to him immediately and once the papers are signed dissolving your marriage, your ties to Tommy are broken. Do you have a means to leave?”

Steve’s shoulders sag. “No. I don’t have a way to leave the estate and no money for travels. The only thing of value I have is my wedding band. I suppose I could sell that and get money for a train ticket.”

“Steve, do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

Dr. Owens holds out his hand. “Then give me your ring. I’ll take it to the jeweler and get the best price I can. And as far as getting off the estate, leave that to me. I’ll get your funds for a ticket and the papers you need. Just pack what you can and be ready before dusk.”

Steve heaves a sigh of relief. “Oh my god, I can’t thank you enough.” He slides off his ring and places it in the doctor’s hand. “You’re saving my life. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

Owens pockets the ring and stands. “You can repay me by letting me examine you. I take it you haven’t been caring for yourself for quite some time.”

Steve readily accepts. He's dehydrated and underweight, but the baby seems to be growing just fine regardless. The doctor stresses that he needs to do his best to eat regular meals once he's off the estate and get as much rest as he can. Before he leaves, Dr. Owens gives him a wink and wishes him the best of luck. He walks Steve out the waiting room where Tommy is looking irritated. 

“Well? Is the pup ok?”

“Yes, Mr. Hagan. Steve is just a bit underweight, but that can be remedied easily. He’s experienced some fatigue, and will need plenty of bed rest. But otherwise the baby seems to be doing just fine.”

Tommy huffs, like this whole thing was a hardship for him. “Good then. We’ll be on our way. Steven, come along now.”

Tommy is furious on the drive back to the estate and tells Steve several times that this was all his own doing. That refusing to eat with Tommy led him here, and he only has himself to blame. His tone would normally make Steve prickle with irritation, but he lets it roll off his back knowing that this is likely the last time he’ll have to hear it. 

When they arrive back at the manor, Tommy retreats to the study and Steve goes up to his room to make sure he has everything he needs. He places his bags by the door…and waits.

The sun is just starting to set behind the trees when he hears a loud knock. His heart leaps in his chest and he springs to his feet. He slings his bag over his shoulder, opens his door, and picks up his suitcases. It’s a bit of a struggle getting them down the stairs, but he manages. He makes it to the foyer and Deputy Callahan is handing Tommy a piece of paper.

“What is this?”

“Mr. Hagan, this is your notice signed by Judge Newby that as of today your marriage to Steve Hagan is dissolved on grounds of adultery and infertility.”

Tommy’s glare is full of rage as he turns to look at Steve. His face is red and jaw clenched. “What have you done? You have no proof of this!”

“You had proof of it this whole time, Tommy. I found the papers. Your medical report, our marriage contract…you never told me about the clauses in there. You knew this whole time that you could have called this off and you didn’t. You made me a prisoner in our own home, and I refuse to let it happen any longer.”

His face has darkened even more with rage and Steve would be afraid if he didn’t know he would be leaving soon. “You had no right to go through my belongings.”

“And you had no right to keep me here! To bring me here in the first place! You don’t own me anymore, Tommy.” Steve picks up his suitcases and Deputy Callahan is quick to take them out of his hands. He makes his way out the door and Steve follows, stopping in the threshold and turning to look at Tommy one last time. “You only have yourself to blame.”

He closes the door behind him and holds his head high as he walks to the police car and the deputy helps him into the passenger seat. As they drive out of the estate and head towards town, Steve feels the weight of the world lift off his shoulders. For the first time in his life, he’s free.

They’re just outside of town when Deputy Callahan reaches into his pocket and pulls out an envelope. “The Doc and the Judge wanted to make sure I got this to you. It’s a copy of the papers they signed, and a little something to help get you where you need to go.”

Steve opens the envelope and is shocked at the amount of money he finds. It’s much more than what he expected to get for his ring. He sees a small notecard between the bills and pulls it out.

Steve,

I was able to get a good price for your ring, but it will only get you so far. Bob and I had a bit of money to spare and thought there would be no better use for it than to get you to your Alpha. Love is priceless, kid. Go find yours, grab it with both hands, and don’t let go.

We wish you the best of luck on your travels. Be safe, eat well, and enjoy your new life.

Warm regards,

Sam Owens

“So? Where am I taking you?” Deputy Callahan looks over at him with a knowing smile. 

Steve wipes a tear off his cheek and smiles back. “The train station would be lovely, thank you. I need to get to Indiana.”

He spends four days traveling by train across the country. 

When the conductor sees him coming, lugging two suitcases, alone, with a swollen belly, he runs to assist Steve and makes sure he has a compartment to himself so he can stretch out as much as he needs.

His appetite finally returns and he makes sure to eat every bite of the meals offered. Sleep comes more easily too, without the fear of Tommy and Billy hanging over him. The seats aren’t exactly ideal for a pregnant person to sleep on, but he makes do and is just grateful to not be at the manor.

Steve whiles away the hours reading and rereading every letter Eddie wrote him. He was adrift for a while after Billy escorted him off the estate at gunpoint. He finally tracked down his uncle and worked his way out to Indiana. His uncle owns a wheat farm in a small town with a large farmhouse. There’s a stream nearby, and following it south is a cabin Eddie has taken residence in. 

He’s been working for Uncle Wayne on the farm and has taken on the care of a whole flock of chickens. He insists Steve will love them even more than the pheasants. 

Most of his letters are about how much he loves Steve. How he misses him and wants more than anything to see him again. How he hopes Steve is safe. 

As the train pulls into the station in Indianapolis, his heart races at the thought of being so much closer to Eddie. Once he’s off the train and has his suitcases, he realizes he needs to find his way to the town Eddie lives in. He approaches the ticket booth and asks if they know the best way to get there.

There’s a tap on his shoulder and he turns to see a young man who must be around his age with a younger boy no older than fourteen. “I didn’t mean to overhear, but did you say you were looking for a way to Hawkins?”

“Yes, I did. Do you know the area?”

He gives Steve a small smile and looks to the boy. “That’s where we’re headed, actually. We’d be happy to take you.”

Steve is so grateful for small miracles. “That would be wonderful, thank you so much! I’m Steve.”

He holds out his hand and the young man shakes it. “I’m Jonathan. This is my brother, Will. May we take your bags?”

“Oh, it’s no trouble. I’m sure I can manage.”

“I insist! Our mother is a midwife and she would have our heads if we let someone in your condition carry luggage.”

Steve laughs genuinely for the first time since he was with Eddie. “We can’t have that! Thank you Jonathan, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your help.”

Jonathan and Will help him into their car and load his luggage into the back. He learns that Jonathan is also an Omega, and he was at the station seeing his Alpha off for a semester of school in Chicago. Nancy is studying to be a journalist and Jonathan just beams talking about her. He works with his mother assisting in births, and does odd jobs around town, but is fascinated by photography and is learning about how it all works.

Steve himself is fascinated by this other male Omega who is living his life so...normally. It's such an unfamiliar concept for him, and his heart aches at the thought of the possibilities he could have had if he weren't born into such wealthy circles.

Will is a quiet and sweet boy. He loves drawing and spends a lot of his free time either working on sketches or causing mischief with his friends. There’s a whole gaggle of them from what Steve gathers.

He doesn’t want to tell the boys too much of the life he escaped, so he keeps his story vague. He tells them that he’s been separated from his Alpha due to circumstances out of his control, and is finally finding his way back to him. With Hawkins being a small town, it should be no surprise that Jonathan knows where the Munson farm is. He buys their eggs from Wayne weekly. 

When they eventually arrive at the farm, the boys carry Steve’s luggage to the front porch and wish him well. He’s sure he’ll be seeing them again soon enough. They drive off and Steve takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. His heart sinks when there’s no answer. He knocks again and waits. When no one comes to greet him, he thinks back to Eddie’s letters and the cabin he mentioned.

Steve picks up his suitcases and quickly finds the stream nearby. He follows it south, moving slowly with all the extra weight he’s carrying, until he happens upon a quaint log cabin that’s just as Eddie described. On the porch he sees pots of sprouts, and small wood signs with Eddie’s handwriting. Lavender. Rosemary. Sage. 

He sets down his bags and knocks. Again, there’s no answer. But when he tries to open the door, he finds it unlocked. As soon as it swings open, he’s hit with the fragrance of cedar and suede. His heart races and the pup begins to kick wildly. Steve looks down smiling and runs a hand over his belly. “That’s right, little one. That’s your father.”

Steve brings his bags inside and sets them down. The cabin is set up much like the cottage on the estate. There’s a small kitchen and dining area, a living space with a fireplace, and as he walks further through, he finds a washroom and bedroom. The scent of Eddie is stronger there and it draws Steve in like a moth to a flame. Above the bed, he sees his lilac embroidery.

Weary from days of travel and months of misery, Steve climbs into the bed and pulls the covers up to his chin. The cabin is chilly without the fireplace lit, but he quickly finds warmth under the blankets. Surrounded in the scent of his Alpha, and feeling more safe than he has in a long time, he drifts into a peaceful sleep.

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Get your ass home, Eddie!

Psst...next chapter is gonna be an Eddie POV!

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Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. Hate, hate. Ciril's First Encounter with Ivory Wraith Mentions: Sexual Assault, Suicidal Ideation

"Vulture. Thief. Graverobber."

Halloween, October 31st. Ciril is dragged along to commit burglary with Whitney against his will, and goes home exhausted to get a moment's rest. Waking up, Ciril is not the same. His body lacks control, and strangely, he does not try to fight it, although there is a part of him that dreads where the lack of control will take him. Ciril has never resisted much, always giving control on a platter. Tonight is no different. It takes him to the lake. Deep into the ruins. Ciril comes to, to first-hand witness what he can only describe as a higher power. An otherworldy figure. The swell in Ciril's chest that radiates warmth and excitement is hunted out of his body at the creature's persecution. Its hate. It hates him. He has wronged the figure, and it has come to pay its judgment. Again, and again, and again. Hope for answers drowns out in the waters, consuming all of Ciril in the process. Worse, the creature breaks his holy chastity. He has been invaded, yes. But he could hold onto his will to the temple. And now there is nothing more to hold onto. Vile sinner. They aren't sure which pain is worse. The repeated whispers of resentment burn more. To be found, to be drawn into the arms of a higher being, only to be torn down from grace. He hadn't known. Of course he hadn't. But he still was at fault. Before he can even begin to reel back from the experience, gather what is left of his sanity before it draws to madness, Ciril is thrust into what he can only determine as trials. Wandering in the forest, to be assaulted, again and again. Finally reaching town, to be assaulted, again and again. It is punishment that Ciril continues to fail to take. His mind shrivels, and he finally brings himself to the church the following morning, entering the confessional with an inkling of hope. The temple will guide him in his time of need, this new period of the lost. ... Ciril comes back with his chastity renewed, but it does not feel right. Nothing feels right. Nothing within his body, from the blood to the skin, feels righteous or holy. He sees the flaws within the temple, now. He sees too much. They want to turn their eyes away, but cannot when the truth surrounds everywhere. Ciril begins to hallucinate, visibly disturbed as he wanders his way through school. They visit Sydney in the library, and see the color drained from him, too. As though a barrier now separated him and Ciril. He is holy where Ciril is not. He is loved where Ciril is not. He is pure where Ciril is not. He cannot ruin him. He avoids him. The ugliness is so visceral he thinks to end his life. But cannot bring himself to. Not until he receives the answer of what his purpose is - was supposed to be.

Hate.

The fact a being who could have loved him instead hates him. It threatens to bring him to pure insanity. Is this what he was meant to be?

Where is he meant to go from here?

[lexxxrated]

WAIT IF WE’RE ALLOWED TO ASK/REQUEST…..I AM /BEGGING/ TO HEAR YOUR TAKE ON NSFW ALPHABET WITH REGULUS

hahaha I can never say no to you guys

Regulus Black NSFW Alphabet:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like Regulus is very regimented; he has a plan and goes into action immediately haha. Draws a bath/starts the shower, begins cleaning up, like total doting mother hen 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

We’ve discussed his hand kink before, but I also think he'd be like a collar bone and ankles person lol and maybe thighs! and of his own?......I think he'd love his jaw line?? idk lol

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hmmm see, I’ve headcanoned that purebloods all have breeding kinks because they were basically raised with the belief that their job is to further the bloodline haha. And i think Regulus takes this very seriously 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a perv. Definitely the kind to steal your panties & jack off with them. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hmmmm this is hard tbh. I could see him having a lot of experience with guys? Like barty and evan, but not necessarily as much with girls? Idk why.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that you’re tied up/restrained (also maybe anything with a mirror – makes him feel in control and he likes the view) 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I don’t see him being very goofy hahaha

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he keeps it trimmed; not necessarily man-scaping but a trim fs

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's fucking intense; somewhat aggressive and dominant/mean (but would be quite a little melt if you could convince him to bottom/sub for you)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he's a dirty little freak (affectionate) so I see him masturbating a lot. like, daily, sometimes multiple times a day - he cannot control himself and sometimes even the most innocent/innocuous things turn him on

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hand kink, breeding kink, i think he could be a voyeur (re: perv), uhmm i could see him liking BDSM

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom; i think he’s got too many things he wants to do to you to just do it anywhere iykwim

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’s easy to get going; the most innocent/innocuous things get him riled up. We’ve talked on lexxxrated about his hand kink, which is just one example.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I could see him saying no to stuff simply because you want to do it lol. Just to be contrary/bossy. I think he gives in eventually but always on the premise that it was his idea. Turn off’s…hm…idk…IDK!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hmm…usually fast & rough unless it’s makeup sex

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I don’t think he likes quickies tbh, as mentioned above that he has too much he wants to get out of sex (please see location) 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hmmm, no not with safety and not with getting caught i don’t think. If he tries a new kink/bondage thing he does a LOT of research and ensures it has fail safes etc like he’s not fucking around with that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think he loves the idea of overstimulating you so he'd go for long (but if he bottoms/subs he's a whimpering mess after only one)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes i can see him being a toy guy for sure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's a fucking dick (i.e., teases constantly)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

hmmmmmm I'd say he's medium - not a screamer but he's yapping his pretty little mouth the whole way through

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Hahaha i feel like i’ve left bits and bobs throughout this alphabet already

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I've done a comparison here

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hmmm. i mean, he’s a little perv and easy to get going, but he’s the kind who will just jack off to sort of get over that and move on so idk…maybe medium i guess

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No he’s a busy man lol, he’s got too much to do (aftercare) afterwards to sleep

[lord-aldhelm]

Smut Alphabet

Oh my lord... so @holy3cake sent this to me to fill out for Aldhelm and I am rolling rn because like... Aldhelm is so pure and innocent and I just cannot.. you guys...

I CANNOT 🫣

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OK let's see what this is all about here...

A- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): I imagine he likes to cuddle and snuggle

B - Body part (What's his favorite body part on himself? His partner?) Um... idk... I don't get the impression that he has a 'favorite' body part for himself... for his partner, I guess the eyes? Gazing lovingly into their eyes.

C - Cum - (basically, anything to do with cum) What the fuck even is this??? 🤨

D - Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory. what's their dirty secret?) Doing shady shit for Aethelred before he wised up and decided to stop...

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)  Like... none...? my man's definitely a virgin ok (at least until I get to him...) (*runs away*)

F - Favorite Position : uh... idk regular?

G - Goofy (are they goofy in the moment, or more intimate?) He does not strike me as a goofy person, so intimate

H - Hair (How groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?) Oh my god this question... holy crap. He is very well groomed and takes care of his hygiene in general.

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they in bed?) Very intimate and takes thorough care of his lover

J - Jack off (how often do they masturbate?) 😠 for real...

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks): Uh... I honestly don't think he has any. Devotion? Uh... letting the woman take the lead? I guess..

L - Location  Bedroom, I guess? I would assume he would want privacy

M - Motivation (what makes them want to do the deed?)  Because he is in love and wants to be intimate with that person?

N - No (something they won’t do, turn-offs)  I imagine a lot of things....

O - Oral (preference in giving, or receiving, skill etc) I don't think he cares as long as he is with the person he loves

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? or slow and sensual?) slow and sensual

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc). not really?

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?) probably not

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He's in his 30's so I imagine just like... he can go for a while but needs a break, ok

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?) uh.. nope

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) maybe a bit?

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc) LMAO!!! oh lord have mercy...

W - Wildcard (random headcanon for the character) no clue

X - X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) oh my god what the hell... no 🙈

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) OK I feel like yearning and sex drive are two completely separate things here... he is a maximum yearner but I don't feel like he has a really high sex drive

Z - Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?) LMAO like most men probably not too long after

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ok this was awkward as hell, thanks Holly. I feel like Aldhelm is giving me a judgemental side eye right now... 😒

idk does anyone else want to do this???

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[theotherrookie]

There were many thoughts going through Rook's mind as they proceeded. She had to decide what to do with Frosty, consider how to handle anything that Five was going to throw at them, as well as ensure everybody would get out of there in one piece. Stealth didn't seem like much of a priority when he was already aware of their presence.

"Oh, that's really sad." Erica said, looking at Travis over her shoulder, "But you guys aren't alone this time, okay?"

Lucien quietly showed he agreed with her by giving Russell's hand a gentle squeeze.

"At least we won't have stupid technical glitches stacked against us." Rook replied, "And we aren't up against Pyramid Head, just a horse's ass."

Though her mother had the right idea by calling Five a snake. Veronica would have loved to beat that nasty habit of injecting everybody around him with toxins out of him…

She would have to come back to that thought once they were done here, Frosty was the priority now. At a first glance, she would have guessed he wasn't used to using his magic for intense fights. Still, she doubted whatever Frosty had drunk was only intended to integrate his stamina. Previous experiences suggested they'd have to get it out of his system.

Erica waited until they were all through to raise her tails and pull out her baseball bat. A bit of snow wasn't much of an issue to a former zombie.

Willow would also pass on the flaming pigeon juice, feeling her body likely wouldn't take it well. So she took that moment to observe the inside of Five's hideout, knowing too well to expect anything from a repurposed factory.

"Take the high ground, Simon. You aren’t built for combat." Willow said, taking her shades off.

Lucien silently took a potion. He could sense the temperature beginning to drop, he'd rather be prepared against frostbite.

"Hurry up, it's starting." Veronica urged them.

Frosty didn't look right. His footing was unsteady as he stared at his shaking hands. He felt like he had just downed three energy drinks after not sleeping for a week. The energy building up inside of him made everything blurrier and more distant, except for an intense desire to freeze everything in his path.

"Come on, then. I'm waiting." Five said, bumping his sword against the shield, "I'll take you freaks out and then I'll be free to do with this city as I please. Oh, I cannot wait!"

There was something vile in his tone that prompted Rook to step forward.

"Mamma, pensaci tu."

Blazefury finally made its appearance and hovered at Rook's side as she slowly made her way over. Those were already two tricks Five couldn't do with his own weapon and soon enough, she kindly showed him a third one. Five was not ready when Rook closed in the remaining distance by riding on her sword like a skateboard, before kicking it at him. He covered his side and the sword left a nice dent in his shield, before bouncing back into Rook's hands.

"Bet you weren't expecting that, uh?" Rook went in for another heavy swing and like that, the fight was on.

Veronica took position up front as instructed, but didn't draw her sword. Ice users had to be fought with fire, she would need both hands.

"If any one of you wishes to take a page out of Erika's book, the time is now."

Willow promptly understood the assignment and reached for a smoke bomb. The next step was getting to use it, for Frosty was ready to make his move.

The temperature dropped considerably again as Frosty raised his arms. He was too impatient to get back into the fight to waste time with banter. He was going to start by rearranging the terrain in his favor.

Erica tilted her head as she looked up. "Oh, it's snowing inside."

That soon became quite an understatement as a full snowstorm broke out.

There was unfortunately no way to tell what kind of role Frosty was going to play yet. While they could hope he'd start questioning what they were doing, there was as much of a chance what he had discovered wouldn't be enough to get over his prejudice or the rest of the lies Five had been feeding him.

Rook was doing her best to keep an optimistic view while her helmet hid her rather skeptic look. She wouldn't be surprised if someone willing to work with Five disappointed them again.

"Well, at least we know he can't burn his way through metal." Rook said, "It probably doesn't work on dragon scales either. You guys be careful in there, t isn't ideal to strip down in the middle of a fight."

"While we're on the topic of our outfits, when will you be drawing your sword?" Willow asked.

"Ideally, when Frosty gets out of the way. But since that's not going to happen in a timely manner, it'll be as soon as Five finally decides to fight me." Rook watched as her mother disappeared into the toxic fog.

The tails were cold and felt like velvet to the touch. Once everybody was done picking one, Erica gently tugged at them, before following after her doubles.

"We all have fun and that's enough for me." Erica replied, smiling fondly, "They're going to love hearing the story of how we all kicked Five's butt!"

Lucien shook his head, "Let's actually write it before you start telling it."

"Alright, guys, watch your feet." Rook said as they approached the fog.

The entrance to the hideout led to a dimly lit narrow corridor. The few surviving lights that hadn't been shattered did very little against the toxic fog while the glass shattered everywhere worked well against any attempt at walking quietly.

That bothered Erica a great deal, judging by the constant twitching of her ears. She would have normally resolved to crawling up the wall, but the others likely wouldn't have been as comfortable with the sudden change of angle.

"I can't see like this." she complained.

"Just follow us." Willow said, switching to night vision on her shades. Rook kept walking, not at all bothered by the darkness.

Being even less hindered by all this, Veronica casually floated along. It didn't look like Five had set up any traps. Or perhaps he had and they weren’t working as intended. Locking away the pervert had been a great a strategic decision.

"We're almost through." the ghost lady said, pushing past the last of the fog. All things considered, she would have preferred not witnessing the scene before her. "Disgusting snake."

Five looked up, before he shoved another vial in Frosty's hands. "Take it. It'll give you some of your strength back."

Frosty held onto the supposed remedy without much of a protest. He looked in a bit of a dazed state, the cause of which would have been best searched in the pink streak in Five's hair.

"Come on, Frosty, I still need you." Five insisted as he stood up, "Our guests have come for round two."

Frosty shrugged weakly as he gulped down the concoction. He wasn't sure what was in that stuff, but he definitely felt some kind of surge building up inside him right away.

He'd be up and ready to fight again in a minute. Smiling behind the metal mask, Five drew his sword before he raised his arm, summoning a tactical shield.

"Now, then, where were we?"

[javierduffy]

“uh … it’s a bit girly … no?” javier examines himself in the reflection of his knife’s blade, looking this-a way and that, the dark blue of a large silken bow now peeking sheepishly around his neck as it sits gently in his hair. next to him, kieran clams up a smidge, hands still held close to his chest nearby his completed ribbon project on javier’s head. he finds it in himself to wring his hands a time or two rather than immediately undo his work as javier seems to continue to formulate his final opinion. “you … think so? look at me?” kieran asks, politely as a mouse. javier easily complies, turns at his hips and looks behind, up at kieran where he sits on the stump above him.

kieran, as he peers over, can’t help the meadow of flush that blooms over his neck, then his ears, then his nose and his cheeks. he can tell javier is deep in thought by the look on his face, mouth twisted just a might sideways, cocking his mustache awry, and the deep wrinkle sat between his brows. the ribbon he used matches javier’s vest perfectly, and the shine of the silk warms bright in the sun, just like every piece of jewelry and metal javier has adorned himself with. with this ribbon, javier’s hair sits lower on his head, ponytail draped down his nape and more hair framing his face in his bangs. kieran resists an urge to tuck one side back behind his ear.

kieran thinks that he looks like a painting, a muse, a love letter so heartbreakingly full of adoration that the only language it could be written in is bright swipes of pigment on a canvas. as he makes eye contact with the silk squinting around the red of a necktie, he thinks that javier may be right, if ‘girly’ could sum up ’poetry written in effeminate reverence’.

kieran always did think women made better art, wrote better books- found a better way to love. softer. warmer. prettier. like javier.

the world sounds like it’s underwater.

“i think … it’s very pretty. it suits you real well.”

earnest to a fault, the look in kieran’s eye dances gingerly with javier’s internal voice. it dips and sways him, and javier, despite his instinct, finds himself charmed by its rhythm.

“-b-but! i could take it out! if you don’t-“ javier looks down at himself in his knife again, the sunlight filtered through the leaves glinting a yellow green around his dark features, and kieran hands him patience on a silver platter. a rich blue makes friends with bright green quite easy, javier thinks. this is how he must look through kieran’s mossy lens.

“pretty … yes. you know, i think you may be right. i’ll keep it. gracias.”

[mariatesstruther]

okay but a version of events in which tommy takes ellie to the fireflies, but NEITHER of them come back. and maria joel have to work together to get them back

[dullahandyke]

i need to reread cardcaptor sakura so i can ignore clear card even harder

[theflyingkipper]

kips thoughts below

I couldn't tell the difference between the early thomas model and the one that was in use the longest before, now I actually see it. he has so many boiler bands?? and the little shine in his eyes!!!

the crew brought make Mike O'Donnell for this and although it's a bit weird to hear music in this crisp modern quality with the super janky old sets it genuinely leaves me wanting more. It's so...faithful and that's weird to say about something that's literally made by the original composer. The quality paired with the jank is giving me TATMR vibes for some reason??? Either way I'm enjoying it A LOT.

Way more large scale props too if I'm not mistaken? The winch looks gigantic. Love the shot of Thomas's large scale whistle with a realistic sound, reminding me of that post I made about TTTE with realistic whistles which I kind of want to revisit now

And Gordon's model!! I knew we had pictures of it before but it really is so weird to see him look like this with the ringo narration. His siderods look so flat? I can see why his model was updated because they do look very weird, it's kind of like how they look when I draw them because I struggle to give siderods dimension 😭

Gordon smiling the entire time while saying he feels so low. fucking lol. I feeeeel so lowww :) thomas smiling saying he's in disgrace is also funny. I understand that things were on a tight schedule but it will never not be very funny to me when I see characters with faces that don't make sense for the situation

I really love how the pilot shows the ground crumbling before thomas gets there. It's really well done and I kind of like it more than how it is in the later release, it gives a better idea of why exactly thomas shouldn't be going this way. The impact is definitely not as good as the later release so I can see why they redid it, as well as the moment thomas is actually pulled out of the hole, the crew definitely improved the physicality of that moment to make Gordon really look like he's struggling.

I can see the birth of the "what's an x" dialogue that gets used more for Percy later, I'm glad they didn't stick with Gordon teaching thomas things like this, but it's really cool to hear previously unreleased ringo narration. It's also super weird! It's so strange not being able to expect what he's going to say next, unique experience I cannot compare to anything else.

The memorial to Britt Allcroft. I miss her guys

we won guys this is absolutely beautiful. This legitimately made my day and watered my crops and cleared my skin

THE FUCKING PILOT IS RELEASED?