#SS Soldier 3

[pedroam-bang]

Sisu (2022)

[mrs-stans]

Sebastian Stan Appreciates Taking Things 'A Little Less Seriously'

The actor caught up with L'OFFICIEL at the CFDA Fashion Awards to discuss wearing Thom Browne and his transformative roles in A Different Man and The Apprentice.

by Carrie Wittmer

Sebastian Stan in Thom Browne for the CFDA Awards 2024

Photography: Ryan Lowry Stylist: Michael Fisher Grooming: Amy Komorowski

On camera and off, Sebastian Stan is always aware of what he is wearing, whether he's suited up as the Winter Soldier in Captain America or sporting jeans and a T-shirt on a day off. The actor— who stars in and is winning over buzz for his transformative performances in A Different Man and The Apprentice—represented Thom Browne at the 2024 CFDA Fashion Awards on October 28 in New York City at the American Museum of Natural History. For the event, Stan wore a full Thom Browne look: a classic ticket pocket tuxedo with self-tipping in black, 3-ply mohair; a knit vest in black cashmere; a classic button-up shirt in white oxford; a necktie in black silk faille; and penny loafers in black patent leather.

In A Different Man, Stan plays an aspiring actor with neurofibromatosis who has facial reconstructive surgery that dramatically alters his appearance. In The Apprentice, Stan plays former President Donald Trump in a film that follows his rise to power, focusing on his mentor-mentee relationship with lawyer Roy Cohn, portrayed by Jeremy Strong from Succession. Stan received critical acclaim for his performances in both films, and is now a likely contender for the upcoming awards season.

At the CFDAs, Stan told L’OFFICIEL about his look for the night, his connection to Thom Browne, and how clothing and costumes impact his performances. Read on for the interview.

Sebastian Stan in Thom Browne for the CFDA Awards 2024

Sebastian Stan in Thom Browne for the CFDA Awards 2024

Sebastian Stan in Thom Browne for the CFDA Awards 2024

L’O: Tell me about your look for the CFDA awards.

Sebastian Stan: Thom Browne’s take on black tie-not traditional, polished in a new way and comfortable while being structured. I appreciate taking things a little less seriously, especially during awards season. I love my straight tie and knit vest—less serious, but certainly not less appropriate.

L'O: How would you describe your off-duty style? What do you wear on a day off?

SS: Jeans and a tee shirt.

L’O: What character that you’ve played is most likely to wear Thom Browne?

SS: Carter Baizen would wear the hell out of a Thom Browne suit.

Sebastian Stan in Thom Browne for the CFDA Awards 2024

Sebastian Stan in Thom Browne for the CFDA Awards 2024

L’O: Your roles in A Different Man and The Apprentice are very physical performances... and so is Bucky Barnes. How do you approach creating a character’s physicality?

SS: It all actually starts from the inside out. Muscles have memory. We wear our pains, our pride, our truth: the ones we project and the ones we keep hidden from the world. It all depends on what’s driving somebody…The need for love, the need to be heard, the need to prove, the need to hide, etc. Everything influences how you move and you walk. Obviously when you’re playing real people the clues are already there to study. Like an instrument. With something like A Different Man, there’s a backstory and the prosthetics influenced everything. Similar with Bucky Barnes. His past is always in his body.

L’O: How do clothes and costumes enhance your performance?

SS: I love costumes because they speak for themselves. When you walk in a room immediately people look at you and what you’re wearing tells a story. The choices one makes in terms of portraying themselves to the world are very revealing. So costumes are a big piece of the character before any words are even said. They also influence the way you walk. I’m particular about shoes. What kind of shoes a character wears. Sneakers make you walk a certain way boots a totally different way. Maybe you stand up taller as a result and so on. Same with clothes. A suit affects everything. So does a pair of jeans you’ve lived in for a decade.

Sebastian Stan in Thom Browne for the CFDA Awards 2024

Sebastian Stan in Thom Browne for the CFDA Awards 2024

[asofspades]

I'm making a list of my favourite Four HC

- He has a necklace made from a shard of the dark mirror to remember Shadow and a strand of his hair is dyed purple in his honour.

- I like to count Four swords and Four swords adventures as separate adventures, so he's been on 3 adventures.

- Four Swords personally would be literally Link and 3 copies of him, I like to consider this as if the clones you can make in Minish Cap just had a solid body and thinking ability but Link does go back to being the same at the end of the adventure

- Obviously I like to incorporate the FS manga to his last adventure and this time Link splits into four different beings each a main part of his personality but over the course of the adventure they sort of become their own person

- That's why I headcanon that Four isn't really link as he was before his last adventure, for me all of the colours went back together into one body but remained separate, they usually work together and that would be Four as we know him.

- Obviously I love the HC that we have seemed to collectively agree on that Four's eyes change colour depending on who's more dominant at certain points.

- I do think that sometimes not all of them are driving the wheel together and that might be because they just went through a moment that required a lot of one of the specific colours or they're in disagreement

-That leads me to the HC that Four gets migraines when the colours are not in sync, which is another one most of the fandom seems to share.

- I'm also a fan of the "dark portals scramble the colours and thus Four" collective HC

- particularly I like to think that Four is both distrustful of dark magic because of the whole Vaati resurrecting and Ganon thing, and the soldiers and his father being controlled by that magic but also it makes him sad because it reminds him of Shadow's magic

- Also, while I HC that Vio was the closest to Shadow for obvious reasons I think when they merged into Four their memories and feelings were instantly registered by each other and now the other colours also appreciate Shadow for more than just sacrificing himself for them and Hyrule.

-I like to HC that he was almost the same age as Time was in OOT for his first adventure, as a bonus I like to think his bday is on the Picori Festival day which adds an extra layer of depth to both the beginning of his first adventure and his relationship with the Minish

- Following that logic I like to HC him as being freshly 8 y.o for his first adventure, around 11 for the second and almost 14 for the 3rd, and as such I love the idea that Vio and Shadow kind of developed crushes on each other.

- On that same note, since we can see Link as a soldier in the FS manga, but obviously there's only his Grandpa in MC, I like to HC that his father was deployed somewhere far away from Hyrule for diplomatic reasons (he's the captain of the royal guard after all) and he comes back after the first adventure. He gets told about what his child did and decides him joining the Royal Guard would be a good idea

- Following the previous HC, I like to think Link is not really enthusiastic about joining the Royal Guard because my boy got raised by his very cool blacksmith Grandpa who loves him very much and he's a little blacksmith at heart. Which kind of explains why he looks a bit done about being part of the royal guard, aside from the fact that he's literally saved Hyrule on his own before. That is also the reason he's so proud to be a blacksmith but never talks about having been in the Royal Guard.

- This is a more niche HC but since Four's era is way before OOT and way after SS I like to think the legal age changes a lot and so I HC that in Four's Hyrule you're considered an adult at around 14 so he's already working an paying taxes and is of marring age by the time he joins the chain.

- That brings me to another point and it's that I HC Four to be 16 in linked universe (I think that one's also pretty much shared by the fandom) but since legally he's been an adult for 2 years he gets thrown off by people calling him "kid" despite technically being the second youngest, he's a kid in basically everyone's time but his and I find that idea hilarious.

- Another commonly shared HC, four hasn't grown or has barely grown a cm since his first adventure because he overused minish magic, I like to add a twist and since you also turn into a minish in FS I like to think he grew a tiny bit between his first and second adventures but the overuse during the 2nd one was what did him in.

- Another HC is that four can in fact use the minish magic by himself, making him one of the Links with innate magic ability. Going a step further I think both Hyrule and Time can detect some Fae magic emanating out of him due to his entrenchment with the minish and his earring and sword (after all the four sword was forged form the remains of the Picori blade), Legend can sense some light magic coming off of him (he can canonically use innate magic and is attuned to magic artifacts) and Twilight can sense something similar to Midna's magic and the twilight mirror due to the dark mirror shard necklace Four carries.

Technically Wind can use light magic just because but I like to think he senses magic but really doesn't know what he's sensing at all because nobody bothered to explain magic to him even though he uses it a lot and often.

- okay, the shield think, we know the Shield in WW and MC are quite literally the same shield. And while I support people who have the whole "wind is Four's descendant" HC, for me personally I think people just knew it belonged to a hero and the people who found it after the great flood decided to keep it and it ended up becoming a family heirloom. Particularly they just mention that it belonged to a hero, and it's the first and only time that they don't mention that hero being the Hero of Time like they do in every other instance.

- the Palace of the Four Swords is a tricky one because me personally, I like to think that Four's soul is tied to his sword not only because he forged it but because of his second and particularly his 3rd adventure. Thus, when he dies he turns into a sword spirit and in the downfall timeline the sacred realm becomes the dark world and all inside it becomes corrupt and the sword that has been resting there for eras along with it's spirit gets corrupted as well prompting the events that happen at the FS palace in ALTTP.

- personally I like to think that since the Sacred Realm gate never opens in the child timeline the sword just rests in it's palace (built out of the elemental sanctuary that became the four sword sanctuary) along with it's spirit. And for the adult timeline it just rests underwater along with the rest of the old Hyrule forever undisturbed.

I find it really tricky that the splitting of the timeline ends up affecting previous heroes in the long run but it makes sense.

-Also, because SS takes place way way before MC I like to think the story of Sky is barely known outside of the Royal Family who might know a bit just because it's tied to their very existence. However I find that I like the idea that the people of the sky do know a version of said story and are descendants of the skyloftians who never took to the surface and that's why after living on the surface for a while by themselves they decided to go back to the skies and build a city on the cloud tops. Coincidentally since the Minish did come form the sky as well they might know about those stories. I think the molemits found in the wind ruins might be a version of the mogma mits from SS and the gust jar might have been inspired by the gust bellows from SS.

- Take I like, the blue ocarina in OOT that seems to be an heirloom of the Royal Family is in fact the Ocarina of Wind from MC, timeline wise it is the earliest apparition of that ocarina. My personal HC is Four gives it to Zelda either as a parting gift before parting on a trip where he ends up dying or he simply has it on his will to give Zelda that ocarina when he dies. With time the Royal Family unknowingly or knowingly infuse it with the power of the Goddess giving it the abilities we see in OOt and then in MM but, by the time it gets found by Legend in ALTTP is has basically lost all abilities except for the one to call a bird to bring you places. Personally I like to think that in the fallen timeline since the ocarina is in Link's hands when he fails it gets lost after being used to open the sacred realm and a regular someone ends up finding it prompting the side quest you do in ALTTP to get it.

- I also think that Four's relationship with his father is a bit rocky since he left the Royal Guard to become a full time blacksmith.

Some Colour headcanons

- Red enjoys using the fire rod but he doesn't like when people mess around too much with fire in forest because it reminds him of the third adventure

- Blue hates the cold because of the time he was encased in ice during the 3rd adventure

-Green has a need to save everyone because he still feels like he failed people during his 3rd adventure

- Vio likes to act all smug about his traitor act but he actually feels very bad about having tricked and betrayed shadow and he feels guilty that Shadow sacrificed himself after having been betrayed.

- Green also blames himself for Shadow and he finds it hard to be around their father because of the whole 3rd adventure.

[bellewintersroe]

Howard ‘Hambone’ Hamilton x Reader

When you, a British Red Cross nurse is taken in as a prisoner of war by the Germans you’re made to work in their hospitals, often taking care of soldiers from the axis. Much to your surprise the odd trickle of allied troops come in, not for very long, but when you meet a certain American airforce man, you’re swept off your feet.

18+ content, mentions of injuries, death, war (obviously), ptsd, threats of violence- it’s a heavy angsty 2 part? series ok. Part 1.

October 31st 1943:

Hambone’s eyes softened as you walked into the room, closing the curtains behind you to create his own private space. “Hi.” You’d smile gently to which Hambone would sit up straighter. “Hi.”

“How’re you feeling?”

“Better if I didn’t eat that slime this morning.” Hambone muttered as you laughed softly, perching on the edge of his bed to feel his forehead with the back of your hand. “How’re you really feeling?”

“M’ okay, yeah.” The midwestern man responded as you made eye contact, sharing a sweet smile that made Hambone’s heart race. You truly were the only person he had whilst in this German hospital. With a broken shoulder, broken rib, punctured lung and torn up face you’d practically nursed him back to life over the past 3 weeks he’d spent here. A POW yourself, you understood the fear, the anxiety, the danger you were in. Hambone knew it was different for you, this hospital was your make shift home, it was either here or the dreaded camps. He couldn’t understand what was so bad about them, but he wasn’t so sure he wanted to know. Being a British cross nurse you were captured by the Germans back in 1942, a whole year ago. There was no use leaving you to rot inside some dingy camp, so they set you to work, where you could be handy in their hospital 12 miles east of Berlin.

“M’ gonna listen to your breathing. You need any painkillers today?” You muttered, pulling the stethoscope up and into your head. “Nah.” Hambone tried to relax, but the feeling of your hand going up his shirt drove him wild. On no planet did he think he’d be in a German hospital with a pretty English nurse, falling head over heels for her.

“Okay.” You’d whisper sending shivers down his back. “I thought you’d never come back after last night, you were busy?” The American continued talking as you felt a soft smile come to your face. “I was just about run off my feet.” Your smile made Hambone want to try harder to see you grin even more.

“Well, I wouldn’t blame you for having a lie down in here.” Finally, you’d giggle at his words, a sense of accomplishment filling Hambone. “Quiet for now, let me listen to you. Take a deep breath for me.” He did as he was told as you shifted your hand from the back, to then up the front of his top.

“Sorry.” You’d smile a little nervously, your hands bumping into each other as Howard found himself watching you with heavy lids. You were so close, the closest he’d been to anybody in weeks. You were trying your best to listen as carefully as possible, but the quickening of his heart rate distracted you. It happened often, whenever you got close his heart would accelerate, even with some deep breaths, you could hear the sound of his nerves.

“Sounds like your lungs healing up fine. Just need to get the rest of you better now.” You pulled the equipment back down around your neck, resting a hand on the edge of the cot.

“And leave you alone in here?” He charmed, an even bigger smile breaking out. Just when the both of you were distracted, your minds blissfully in their own world, the curtains snapped back causing your back to straighten and you to nearly jump out of your skin.

You didn’t move from Hambones bedside when you saw the SS officer there. You were simply frozen in your tracks, fearful and silent, eyes wide and jaw clenched shut. Howard eyed you up as well as the Nazi ahead of him. He’d never seen an officer dressed like this before, most of the men in here were young soldiers or physicians. They were majority all fine- but this man didn’t seem it. He had a cold expression, eyes narrowed and thin lips pressed together creating a sealed line where they met. There wasn’t an inch of emotion on his face, and perhaps that was scaring you more than anything.

“Amerikanerin, yes?” The SS officers head moved with robotic jolts, moving side to side between yourself and Hambone. Unsure of whether to answer, the two of you remained staring, until Hambone eventually nodded. From his side, he glanced to see your fist bundling around the bedsheets, drawing white from the pressure as you squeezed.

The SS officer then rolled his eyes to land on you, scanning you up and down in a more than obvious manner. It was intimidating to say the least, he almost moved like a mechanical object, every movement seemed planned and rigid. Hambone felt a wave of disgust and protectiveness run through him, the feelings he’d harboured for you were nothing short than pure adoration. Seeing your neck tense and hand grip the sheets from nothing but sheer terror made Hambone fidget uncomfortably. He wanted to reach out, yell at this scum to leave you alone, but he couldn’t.

“This is the Red Cross nurse.”

“Das ist die KrJaenschwester des Roten Kreuzes.” The doctor spoke from the side of the SS officer, looking intimidated and feeble beside the armed man. Hambone, watched, concerned and confused by the German, you however had spent enough time in their company to understand he was introducing you to the SS officer.

Remaining quiet, your eyes fell to the floor, only gazing up to catch a slight smirk drawing across the officers face. “Nurse?” He questioned, stepping closer, making you subconsciously inch closer to Hambone in the bed.

“From England, Ja?” He questioned, looking down upon you. “Yes.”

“What is wrong with him?” Timidly, you turned back to Hambone, his eyes bearing into yours, harbouring the same surprise and fear that the officer spoke English well.

“He’s got a broken shoulder, and a broken rib that punctured his lung.” Hambone watched as you touched your left side, indicating the same place where he had been wounded. You’d glanced up to the SS officer who listened along, expression unreadable. His striking eyes landed on you once more, staring into your soul like he could suck the life out of you at any minute. Hambone watched back, gawking at the officer before him.

“A-and he had a laceration down his cheek into his neck. He lost alot of blood.” You inhaled deeply, pointing at the jagged scar that had been roughly stitched up by a different German doctor, one that hadn’t cared as much as you would’ve. Peering up at the officer once more, he pushed his jaw forwards, scanning over Hambone like he was food on his dinner plate.

“You kept this man alive?!” He then spoke out, expression changing completely as he scanned between the German doctor at the door and yourself. The tone change in his voice made your stomach completely drop, unable to answer to his strange question. Of course you ‘kept him alive’, but you feared responding that to an enemies officer wouldn’t be the smartest thing.

With the lack of response, the room fell silent and the officer grew agitated with what he perceived to be rudeness. Before anybody could object, he raised his hand and struck a smack directly across your cheek. Startled and struck, you stumbled back, crying out at the sudden physical contact, but the shock that overcame you numbed the pain. Hambone felt his eyes bulge out of his head, an anger like nothing else seethed through his body. Now Hambone was an intelligent man, but when his emotions overcame him, it got the better of him. Everything moved in slow motion in your mind, yet Hambones actions happened so fast.

He’d hauled himself up, body still weak and broke, but he snatched at the officers uniform, grappling at him with a tense jaw. “Hambone, stop!” Crying out, you grappled against the wall, an instant fear filling you as you scrambled to intercept. The officer didn’t hesitate to pull out his gun, yelling curses and spitting towards Hambone.

“Stop! Stop!” A horror upon seeing the man at the barrel of the Nazi’s gun had you jumping between. “You can’t touch him! He’s a prisoner of war under the Geneva conditions and will be treated that way!” Despite the shake in your voice your tone was firm yet desperate.

The gun was still pointed towards Hambone, the man’s face twitched, searing in anger, eyes squinted and hand shaking as you’d bravely wedged yourself between what was probably the most dangerous situation of your life. “Tell him!” You’d ordered, eyes wide and snapping towards the startled doctor at the door. Upon his silence, a frantic sensation hurried through you once more.

“Tell him!”

“Sir, der Mann ist in unserer Obsorge. Ich kann nicht zulassen, dass du die Verantwortung für seinen Tod übernimmst.” The German words seemed to register something in the man’s head. The officer turned back to you, glancing you up and down once more before he backed away, turning his back on you both and stuffing his gun into his pocket, leaving the room with a spit of a curse in German.

When the doctor behind shot you a look of pure horror, he snatched the curtains closed and Hambone let out a sigh of relief. “Are you-”

“Don’t ever do that again.” You snapped, turning around to the American who still looked shaken from the whole situation. Hambone barely had time to register his thoughts before you were telling him off.

“You want to get yourself killed?!” Breathless, you felt tears prick at your eyes, terrified and shaken up from the whole encounter. Hambone watched back to you with a saddened gaze, shaking his head. Letting out a sigh, you found yourself relieved to be staring back at the blonde man, angry or not, you couldn’t deny the relief that he’d made it out of that encounter alive.

The American then shifted slightly, wincing and letting out a slight groan of pain as he attempted to ease back down into the bed. “Hambone.” You then found yourself sorrowful, seeing him in pain and recognising the man was only trying to protect you from the violence you’d grown so accustomed to over the past year. A hand reached up, stroking his hair out of his face before easing him back down so he was propped up against the bed, breathing heavily from the pain that continued to rattle through his side.

“Are you okay?” You hushed once more, but he found himself reaching out for your face, ignoring the pain he found himself in. “Your face.” He responded, finally speaking. His finger touched at the small gash on your cheekbone that spilt drips of blood down your cheek. Upon seeing you wounded, Hambone’s stomach clenched and churned.

“I’m fine.” You hushed, hand resting on his shoulder. “Just please never do that again.” As a tear fell, you dropped yourself into hug him, in utter disbelief that he managed to walk out of such a risky encounter. “Please.” You’d hushed into the embrace, feeling him lift his wounded hand to hold you closer with both arms.

“I won’t.” Hambone hushed, nudging his face into your hair, eyes fluttering shut as he held your body close despite the throbbing pain in his rib. Slowly, your breathing settled in his arms and your trembling body eventually calmed. Sensing this, Hambone retrieved his head, only pulling back to take a better look at your face.

Overtaken by emotions and the sense of impending doom, he didn’t hesitate to push his lips onto yours. Hell, he half expected you to pull away in disgust, but when you sunk into the kiss, it was more than he ever bargained for. A hand tightened around the back of your head, fingers pressing into your scalp and between strands of your hair as you pulled off with a gasp.

“Don’t ever do that again.” You reminded once more, Hambone, was momentarily left a little stunned, thinking you were talking about the kiss, but with another firm kiss to his mouth, he could lax once more, relieved in the comfort he at least had you through all this.

[estellan0vella]

Love In Print│Bang Chan

Chapter Fifteen: A Really Shit Spider-Man SS: 3 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 2.2K Content Warnings: kissing, talks of sex

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Chan flicks on the light, revealing a sleek, modern penthouse bathed in warm tones of gray and black. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the sprawling city skyline glittering with lights, and the furniture is minimalist and clean. Leather, steel, and glass dominating the space.

Ayame steps inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished hardwood floor. Her gaze sweeps over the pristine living room, her expression unreadable. "Wow," she says finally, turning to Chan with a raised eyebrow. "I expected something different. Like... a moat. Maybe a dungeon. Chains on the walls. You know, the full evil overlord package."

Chan chuckles as he shrugs off his hoodie and tosses it onto a sleek grey armchair. His tank top clings to him, still damp from his run, and his sweatpants sit low on his hips. "Sorry to disappoint. The dungeon's on backorder. You're stuck with this for now."

Ayame crosses her arms, scanning the immaculate decor with a scrutinizing eye. "You know, for a guy with such a messy life, this place is suspiciously tidy."

Chan smirks, leaning against the wall. "I keep my chaos external. It's a system."

"Do I get to snoop?" Ayame asks, already wandering toward a towering bookshelf neatly arranged with hardcovers and sleek binders.

Chan raises an eyebrow. "You wanna snoop?"

"No," Ayame replies too quickly, her hand already brushing along the spines of the books.

"You wanna snoop," he teases, pushing off the wall. "Go ahead. Fair's fair—I snooped at your place."

Ayame glares over her shoulder. "That's because my place has personality. Yours is like a fancy Airbnb."

"And yours is like an explosion of childhood trauma and Smurf worship," Chan counters, grinning as he makes his way to the kitchen.

Ayame gasps, clutching a book to her chest dramatically. "How dare you insult my Smurf collection? They're soldiers in the war against bland decor like this."

Chan laughs, pulling two whiskey glasses from a cabinet. "Just for that, you're getting whiskey instead of tea."

"Tea would've been insulting after everything we've been through," Ayame quips, crouching down to inspect the lower shelves. Her gaze catches on a small collection of vintage matchbox cars displayed neatly among the books. She grins, running a finger over the edge of a tiny red Corvette. "Oh, now this is interesting. Your dirty little secret is you like tiny cars?"

"They were my grandfather's," Chan says as he pours the whiskey. "He gave me one every year for my birthday until he passed."

Ayame softens slightly, brushing her fingers along the cars. "That's... really sweet, actually."

Chan walks back over with the glasses, handing her one. "Yeah, well, it's got nothing on your Smurf army."

Ayame snickers, taking a sip of her whiskey. "Careful, or the army might deploy a counterattack."

Chan leans against the shelf next to her, swirling his drink. "If they do, I'll just call in my matchbox air support."

She cackles, flipping through a random book on the shelf. Her eyes widen when she realizes it's a medical textbook. "Whoa. Is this what you read for fun? You're out here brushing up on the anatomy of dicks?"

Chan's grin widens, his voice dry. "Knowledge is power. Besides, I went to med school for a year."

Ayame chokes on her whiskey, her eyes wide. "Wait, wait, wait. That's why Haechul calls you Dr. Chan? I thought it was some fucked-up inside joke!"

Chan shrugs, looking almost embarrassed. "One year. Dropped out. Haechul likes to remind me I didn't live up to my 'full potential.'"

Ayame snorts, leaning back against the bookshelf. "Oh, please. My eomma wanted me to be a lawyer. Imagine her disappointment when I got a master's in classical lit."

Chan freezes mid-sip, lowering his glass. "You have a master's?"

"Yeah," Ayame says, sipping her drink. "Finished a few months ago. I don't talk about it much. It's not exactly the most useful thing in a corporate office."

Chan steps closer, raising his glass. "To overachieving in ways that make our parents question their life choices."

Ayame laughs softly, clinking her glass against his. "I'll drink to that."

Ayame downs the last of her whiskey, setting the empty glass on the bookshelf with a soft clink. She grins mischievously at Chan, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the heat of their banter. "You know, if you were a real doctor, all of your patients would have astronomical heart rates."

Chan snorts, leaning against the bookshelf with his arms crossed. "Oh yeah? Let's test that theory. I think I'll have to diagnose you with a raging case of horny."

Ayame's grin widens. "Serious, is it?"

"Very," Chan replies, his lips twitching into a smirk. "I think your condition may require bedrest."

"Will I die?" Ayame asks, mock horror painting her face.

Chan's eyes glimmer with amusement. "Not if you're careful. A few days in bed should do the trick."

Ayame gasps theatrically. "Oh my gosh, I wanna see your bedroom."

Chan gestures toward a door down the hallway. "Be my guest, shortcake."

The heels of Ayame's shoes click softly on the hardwood floor as she strides into Chan's bedroom, her laughter ringing lightly in the otherwise quiet space. She kicks them off with a casual flick, sending them skittering across the room before flopping onto the bed. The deep green walls surrounding her contrast sharply with the minimalism of the rest of his apartment, making the room feel unexpectedly warm, even intimate.

"Nice colour," Ayame says, her tone teasing but genuine. "Didn't peg you for someone with taste."

Chan leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he watches her settle in. "Didn't peg you for someone who'd end up here."

Ayame grins, stretching languidly across the plush duvet. "Life's full of surprises."

Chan pushes off the frame, stepping closer until he's perched on the edge of the bed. He watches her for a moment, his gaze tracing her face, her playful smirk, the way her cherry earrings glint in the faint light of the room.

"Alright," she says suddenly, her voice cutting through the tension. "Truth or dare?"

Chan raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching. "What is this, a slumber party?"

"Scared?" Ayame taunts, propping herself up on one elbow. Her hair tumbles over her shoulder, the movement drawing his attention.

"Hardly," Chan replies, leaning back slightly on his hands. "Fine. Truth."

"Coward," Ayame mutters, pretending to think for a moment before her eyes narrow. "Why did you quit med school?"

Chan exhales, the smirk fading from his face as he runs a hand through his hair. "Alright, but you asked for it. My dad thought it would be great to throw me into the coroner's wing for a day. First autopsy, I puked inside the cadaver."

Ayame's face twists into a grimace. "Holy shit. That's disgusting."

"You're telling me," Chan says, laughing softly. "That was the moment I realized I wasn't exactly surgeon material."

"Good call," Ayame says, sitting up fully now. Her tone lightens as she teases, "But you've got the hands for it. Look at these." She grabs one of his hands, inspecting it like she's appraising fine jewellery. "Strong, veiny. Hot hands."

Chan smirks, letting her inspect him like a specimen. "Should I be flattered or concerned?"

"Both," Ayame shoots back, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of his palm. "Alright, tell me the muscles." She pokes his bicep. "This?"

Chan groans but indulges her. "Biceps brachii."

"This one?" she presses, moving to his forearm.

"Brachioradialis," he replies, smirking as she continues poking.

The poking escalates into light pushes and jabs until Ayame suddenly straddles his lap, her hands on his chest as she grins down at him. "Okay, Dr. Bang, what muscle is this?" She presses a hand flat against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin tank top.

Chan props himself up on his elbows, his smirk deepening as his hands settle instinctively on her hips. "Pectoralis major."

"Impressive," Ayame says softly, leaning closer until their noses nearly brush. Her voice drops, quieter now. "Maybe we should just fuck and get it out of our system."

Chan's smirk falters, replaced by something darker, more serious. His grip tightens slightly on her hips as he looks at her, his voice low. "You think that's the answer?"

"Why not?" Ayame asks, her tone almost pleading now. "This tension, it's not going anywhere. Let's just get it over with."

Chan studies her, his dark eyes searching hers for a long moment. Then, with surprising gentleness, he lifts her off his lap, setting her beside him on the bed. "Ayame," he says softly, his voice calm but firm. "It's not happening. Not like this."

Ayame blinks, her face flickering with frustration and something else. Hurt. "Why not?"

Chan stands, running a hand through his hair. "Because this isn't just tension. And you know it."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Ayame snaps, sitting up now, her voice rising.

"It means I'm not going to be some experiment for you," Chan replies, his voice sharpening slightly. "You think this is just about sex?"

"Isn't it?" Ayame shoots back, her tone cutting. "What else is it supposed to be?"

Chan exhales, his jaw tightening. "You tell me. You're the one playing games."

"Unbelievable," Ayame mutters, sliding off the bed and grabbing her heels. "You bait me, you flirt, you kiss me like it's the end of the fucking world, and then you pull this shit?"

"I'm not baiting you," Chan retorts, his tone steady but firm. "You're the one who's scared to admit what you want."

Ayame glares at him, slipping her heels back on with jerky movements. "You know what, Bang? Fuck you."

Chan steps aside as she storms past him, her coat flung over her arm. The door slams behind her, leaving the room in heavy silence. Chan stands there for a moment, staring at the empty space where she'd been.

"Fuck," he mutters, dragging a hand down his face as he sits heavily on the edge of the bed, staring out at the glittering city lights beyond the window.

Ayame's heels echo sharply against the wet pavement, the chill of the night biting at her exposed legs as she mutters under her breath. Her irritation clings to her like a second skin, her breath clouding in the cold air as she walks toward the neon-lit sign of a small, rundown bar. The glowing red letters buzz faintly, their light reflecting off the slick ground, adding an eerie warmth to the dreary street.

She shoves the heavy door open, the creak of its hinges lost beneath the low hum of conversation and the faint crackle of an old jukebox playing a bluesy tune. The smell of stale beer, whiskey, and decades-old wood hits her like a wall, and she sighs, stepping inside.

Her coat slips off her shoulders as she slides onto a barstool, the smooth leather cold against her thighs. She props her elbow on the counter and gestures to the bartender without looking up. "Whiskey," she says flatly. "Neat."

The bartender, a grizzled man in his late forties with salt-and-pepper hair and a face carved by years of hard living, raises an eyebrow but doesn't question her tone. He grabs a glass, his movements practised and deliberate, and pours her a generous amount of amber liquid.

"Rough night?" he asks, sliding the drink toward her.

Ayame snorts softly, wrapping her fingers around the glass. "Rough everything," she mutters, lifting it to her lips. The first sip burns, its heat spreading through her chest, and she winces slightly but doesn't stop.

"That bad, huh?" the bartender presses, leaning on the counter as he wipes down an empty glass.

Ayame downs the rest of the whiskey in one go, setting the glass down with a faint thud. "You ever meet someone who gets under your skin? Like, burrows in there and makes a fucking nest?"

The bartender chuckles, his voice low and gravelly. "Sounds like a hell of a person."

"Hell is right," Ayame mutters as she gestures for another. "The smug bastard thinks he knows everything. And the worst part? He might be right."

The bartender raises an eyebrow but says nothing, pouring her another glass and setting it in front of her.

Ayame takes a slower sip this time, the warmth of the whiskey dulling the sharp edges of her frustration. "I'm overthinking it, right? Like, this is just me being stupid."

"I don't know," the bartender replies, shrugging. "Depends. What did this guy do to piss you off so much?"

Ayame scoffs, swirling the whiskey in her glass. "He kissed me like it meant something. Then he fucked with my head like it didn't."

The bartender whistles low, shaking his head. "Classic."

"Classic?" Ayame repeats, narrowing her eyes. "What, you've got a whole book of assholes doing this shit?"

He grins, holding up his hands. "Hey, I've seen a lot in my time. Sounds like he's in your head."

"Yeah, no shit," Ayame mutters, taking another drink. The whiskey burns less this time, its warmth settling into her chest like a heavy blanket. "But I'm not letting him win. No way."

"That's the spirit," the bartender says, smirking as he moves to serve another customer. "Another round?"

Ayame nods, her lips twitching into a faint smirk of her own. "Keep 'em coming. I'm not done yet."

As the night stretches on, the whiskey flows freely, each glass blurring the edges of her anger into something softer, hazier. The jukebox switches to a slow, melancholic tune, and the buzz of the bar fades into a distant hum.

Ayame leans back on her stool, staring at the rows of bottles behind the bar, her mind a chaotic tangle of frustration, longing, and that infuriating smirk she can't seem to forget.

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My Little Man (Steddie X You) (Part of HFOD and SS Universe)

A/N: I guess you guys would call this season 3? Lol. My angst hella took over as well as some feelings I've been dealing with lately.

Enjoy please <3.

Part of this Universe

Warnings: Demon Steddie & Human Fem Reader, No SMUT in this one, FLUFF, they love each other and their son. Demon Steddie is navigating how to be human while taking care of a pregnant Y/N.

ANGST: More or less the normal level of angst that comes with this series. The theme is grief and PTSD (from a soldiers perspective). Y/N is still struggling with the notion of her parents not being there to see Ellis grow up and the guys (especially Steve) is struggling with being raised how they were and taught to fight. Eddie struggles with feelings of enabling because of everything they went through.

The dreams probably have the most feels. They talk to their loved ones and Ellis says goodbye. Steve has nightmares that involve his dad being a dick (of course) and something that happens within one angers Eddie (blood briefly mentioned).

Word Count: 6398

"Don't you know I love you more than life itself Don't you know that you're my pride And I would not have you walking through this world Without me by your side

Go to sleep my little man Don't you weep my little man"

3 Months Pregnant

Steve sits on the bench outside of the library he had just exited from, sighing heavily as he closed his eyes and threw his head back.

Ever since the three of you got home, he and Eddie had been doing research on which human job they would best be suited for in your realm but were struggling to find much of anything. For him, it was even more difficult since he was raised to be a solider. He genuinely didn’t know how to do anything else and it didn’t help that even though you explained a lot of human behavior, he still felt slightly ignorant with many things. 

“May I sit?” The demon jumped at the sound of a gravelly voice beside him. “Oh, shit. Sorry, son. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, it’s alright. Um, please.”, he gestures towards the area beside him causing the man to flash him a thankful grin as he takes a seat. 

“How long?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I asked how long. I know the look of a fellow veteran trying to figure out how to adapt to a civilian lifestyle. How long has it been since you saw combat?”

“Oh, uh, it’s…it’s been a few years. But I did it the bulk of my life.”

“I can imagine with you being so young. I bet one of your parents was a solider as well?”

“Wow. Yeah, that’s amazing. How did you…?”

“I told you, son. I know the look.”, the man chuckles as he extends his hand. “Truman Duvall; Ex Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Army.”

“Steven Harrington. Um, Sergeant in the US Army. Well, Ex.”, Steve laughs nervously as he hopes his memory of things he’s learned about humans in the past is still up to date.

“Nice to meet you. If I may ask, what were you thinking so hard about specifically?”

“My girlfriend is pregnant and I’m trying to find a job so I can help support my family. I want my son to have a better life then I did but I have no idea where to start.”

“Congratulations on the little bundle! I have four myself, two of them grown and out of the house already. My wife pretends like she’s glad they’re out but she misses them.”, he laughs. “I don’t know if you would be willing but down the street here, we have a recreation center where veterans go to relax and let loose. They’ve been looking for a counselor to lead the group therapy. I think you’d be a good fit.”

“Yeah? Um, I guess I could…”

“Look, you don’t even have to make a decision right now. Why don’t meet me there tonight? We’re having a little party get together thing. Of course, you can bring the girlfriend and you both can meet the person in charge. See if you feel comfortable.”

“O-Ok. I, um…” Steve pauses as he debates on if he should tell the truth about Eddie. That was a fight they had when it came to going home. He had been afraid that they would have to hide their relationship and he never wanted to hide or be hidden when it came to the man he loved. But this is also where he wanted to raise his son and he didn’t want to cause a commotion before you four even had a chance to settle in. What would Eddie do?

“Can I bring my boyfriend as well? He’s a veteran to. We actually met during our tour.”

Truman’s mouth pouted out ever so slightly as his eyebrows lifted in surprise. 

“Oh, um, sure! The more the merrier.”

***

“Steven, oh my God, that’s amazing!”, you exclaim as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Hang on, now. I don’t have a job yet but…”

“Don’t sell yourself short, bud.”, Eddie grins from his place on the kitchen counter. 

“I hope it’s ok that I kind of…announced…our relationship. We actually didn’t talk about what we wanted to do but I know if we had stayed in our realm I’d want to be honest.”

The long-haired demon opened his arms and Steve promptly placed himself between his legs with his back against his chest while Eddie rested his chin on his shoulder. 

“I’m glad you did. I love you and I’m not hiding that.”

“Me either.”, you smiled as they beamed right back. 

Suddenly, the happiness drains from your face before you turn and bolt towards the bathroom. You three had been home for a couple of months and within the past week some of the normal symptoms of pregnancy began springing up such as the morning sickness you were currently experiencing. 

“It’s alright, baby. Get it all out.”, Eddie tries to sooth as he holds your hair into a makeshift ponytail. As soon as you were finished, you fell back into his arms and thanked Steve when he handed you a bottle of water. 

“This is normal, right? Humans get nauseas like this.”, he asked. 

“Yeah, honey. It’s normal. I’m alright. I think I’m going to take a nap so I can be 100% for tonight.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to go.”

“No, Steve, I want to go. I want to see where you’ll be and the people you’ll be around.”

################

“Steve! You made it.”, Truman shouts excitedly as he reaches out to shake the boy’s hand. “You must be the girlfriend.”

“Hi. I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N. What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman and this is your…boyfriend? Right, son?”

“Yes, sir. This is Edward.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Steve said you’re a veteran as well. Were you a sergeant like himself?”

“Oh, uh, no. I was more of a private I guess you’d say. But we spent a lot of time together especially on the battlefield.”

“Wow and for you two to still be so close and find a relationship through all that chaos! That’s amazing. I always tell my wife if she met me during my tour she would have hated me. A lot of civilians don’t understand the headspace you have to fall into to do what we have to do.”

Both demon’s nod in understanding and you can’t help but softly smile as you watch them interact with the other people around them. Steve was definitely in his element and you could tell in some way he felt more comfortable in this setting because he was around beings who seemed to understand what they both went through. As his new friend spoke, his eyes remained intense and focused as he absorbed everything he said. 

Eddie excused himself to grab some drinks but became distracted talking to another couple and began to laugh at something they were saying. The first time you met him he expressed a particular distain for humans but he seemed to open up more since they were freed, finding something interesting in each person he interacted with. 

“Hey, this is my girlfriend Y/N.”, he introduces when you walk over to check on him. “Y/N, this is Lisa and Shawn Bennett. Lisa did a tour in the Air Force flying jets and Shawn was a DJ overseas.”

“Oh wow. For the military or just on your own?”

“For the military. I’m kind of like that Cronauer guy they made the movie about. I read the reports and played music I thought would lift the troops spirits.”, the man explains. 

“Kind of like me.”, Eddie whispers in your ear making you smile. “What do you two do now if I may ask? Steve and I have been searching for employment but we have no idea what would fit us.”

“Well, I actually own a store of my own selling books and comics; things like that. I’m a bit of a nerd.”, Lisa laughs. 

“And I teach media and music courses at the local community college up here.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun actually. Are they looking for another music teacher because Eddie is an amazing musician.”

“Yeah? Unfortunately, they aren’t but you should consider maybe starting your own business as well. You can teach kids to play guitar or any other instruments you know and you can do it from your house or maybe the music store downtown is hiring.”

“Are you looking for a job to, Y/N? I’m trying to hire someone to help me with my shop.”, Lisa offers with a smile. 

“Oh, I’d love that. I’m, uh, I’m actually pregnant though and I wouldn’t want to leave you stranded after you just hired me.”

“That’s fantastic! Don’t even worry about it. You don’t seem very far along yet. I can teach you the ropes before you give birth and that way when you come back, you’ll already know what to do!”

As you glance at Eddie, his eyes widen with encouragement as he nods his head. 

“Ok, I’d love to work for you.”

Lisa claps and gives you a big hug as your demon beams behind you.

***

“Hello fellow veterans, spouses, and partners! Glad you could all join us tonight. I hope you are having some much needed fun! I do have just a quick announcement to make. I would like to introduce you to Steven Harrington who is new to Hawkins and after speaking with him I feel like he will be a great addition to our center here as the group counselor.” The man at the podium smiles as he gestures towards the demon and everyone around the room claps. “Steve, why don’t you introduce yourself?”

When he hesitates, you gently push him forward, urging him softly before he relents and nervously climbs up the makeshift stage. 

“Um, hi. Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve been seen by so many people.” The people chuckle as you and Eddie grin knowingly. “Like Thomas said, I’m, uh, new to Hawkins but my girlfriend is from here and my partner and I thought it would be better for her to be back home where she felt safe with her family so we can start raising our own. I-I-I…shit I used to better at this.”, he chuckles before glancing your way, your gentle smile comforting him. 

“I was raised in a military household. My dad was a solider so that’s what I was expected to be. As soon as I was able, he handed me a weapon and commanded I train to be the best. There was no wiggle room there. It was all or nothing. When I saw war…I shut down and did what I had to. I took no pleasure in killing, contrary to popular belief.”

“The worst part about shutting down that way was how it flowed into my every day. I was as an asshole to everyone including women I dated and people I trained… except for some of the people closest to me…Robin, Chrissy, and Eddie. When Edward and I got out…I felt so out of control…so lost. I lost my identity and everything I knew. If I didn’t have him by my side… Then we met Y/N and without her we literally wouldn’t be here today.”

Steve paused, looking out into the crowd, and realizing he may be talking too much. 

“Sorry. I’m sorry. Thank you so much for this opportunity and I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

The people in the room clap as he steps off the stage and you immediately wrap your arms around his waist as Eddie lightly caresses his cheek. 

***

4 Months Pregnant

You beam at Eddie as he softly strums his instrument. That day after Shawn suggested it, he went down to the music store in town and applied for the job as a guitar instructor. After playing and showing off for them he got the job. He loved hearing the kids try and play reminding him of the children he watched over with Steve during their war. 

Today was everyone’s day off so they were being lazy in bed with you in your pajamas and both demons in nothing but their sweats. 

“Ok, this thing here says for humans you should be feeling him move around now.”, Steve announced as he gestured towards the book he was reading. 

“I haven’t felt him move yet unless the occasional nausea is him saying hello.”, you giggle. Leaning over him, you grab his hand and place it on the middle of your stomach. “Talk to him.”

“Uh, I…hey, Ellis. It’s, um, your daddy. I’m not scaring him with my voice, right?”

“No, baby.”, you grin as you pet his head. “This is how he’ll get used to it though. Hearing and seeing you both in your demon form.”

“Buddy, you have no reason to be afraid of us in any form. I’m sorry your dads aren’t as beautiful as you and your mom but—”

“Hey, speak for yourself.”, Eddie teases making you laugh. “I’m a sexy motherfucker.”

“Oh.”

“What?”, Steve’s eyes shift up excitedly. 

“You didn’t feel that?”

When he shakes his head, you place his hand closer to the side you felt movement, gesturing for the other demon to do the same.

“Say something else.”

“Hey Ellis. This is your other daddy and I assure you we are very handsome.”

“Holy shit.”, Steve exhales as he grins up towards his partner. “That’s amazing.”

“I’m glad you agree, kid.”, Eddie smiles.

***

6 Months Pregnant

Eddie growls at the crib he was trying to assemble as his glowing red eyes glare at the instructions again. Over these past couple of months, you three had made your dad’s old room your bedroom and begun shifting the room you used to sleep in into Ellis’s. 

Going off his personality from your dreams, you painted the room blue with images of guitars along the base boards and up along the ridges of the ceiling. Near where his crib would be, you put up pictures of everyone in his family that loved him including Robin, Wayne, Dustin, and everyone who had passed that he had been conversing with these past six months. 

The boys were able to get everything a baby would need from your realm but also from theirs including those books that Eddie had wrote and some toys demons normally played with at a young age. 

“Whoever invented these contraptions should be tortured for eternity.”, Eddie grunted as he tried again putting a few of the pieces together. 

“You guys don’t have cribs in your realm?” 

“Yeah but they were like boxes essentially. Or at least mine was. I’m sure Steven had gold porcelain or some shit.”

“No.”, Steve chuckled as he took the wrong part from his partner’s hand and handed him the correct one. “I had a regular little wooden thing with soft blankets.”

“I wish I could see what you two were like as kids.”

Since they left Maeve, they weren’t able to snap memories into your head like they were before. It hurt them more than you because you always seemed curious about them and they wished they could show you everything from their point of view, not Henry’s or Mirage’s. 

“How much did Mirage show you?”

“She showed me big events more than anything. Steve always looking for his parents especially your mom. She did play sword fight with you once and you looked so happy until your dad yelled at her for ‘ruining your training’.” You rolled your eyes as Steve pet your head and sighed. “Eddie, I did see what your uncle told me about with your mom singing to you.” The demon’s glow receded in his eyes as he glanced your way with a small smile. 

“Until my father told her to shut up?”

Tilting forward, you crawled over his work to kiss his lips making his smile widen as he caressed your face. 

“What about your parents, honey?”

“Both my parents were amazing. My dad always loved to make us laugh. He liked being a girl dad and my mom exploited that.”, you giggle. “She would make him wear tutus while I would do his makeup and they both would dance.”

A tear left your eyes and both demons promptly gave you their attention. 

“I’m sorry you guys don’t have your parents here. You both deserve better.”

“Baby, it’s ok—”

“Eddie it’s not okay.”

“Will you let me finish?”, he jokes. “It’s ok because I had my mom and I had Wayne. Then as I got older I got my other family. Steven, Robin, Chrissy, and even Dustin. Now, sweetheart, I have you two and Ellis. I couldn’t be happier.”

“I agree. I’m thankful for the memories I do have with my mom but the kids I trained and beings I fought with…that was my family. I’m so excited to see what’s in store for us, you know. See what Ellis is going to do with his life.”

You smiled as you kissed their lips before you wince and lean away. 

“Ow. Little butthead is kicking my side.”

“Hey, kid.”, Eddie teases as he tilts towards your tummy. “Why don’t you stop hurting your mother and come help me make your torture technic of a crib.”

###############

8 months Pregnant

You, Steve, and Eddie walked into the house you three had been in so many times these last few months except now it was completely empty. All the furniture and everything was completely absent as you entered the living room full of people.

“Ellis?”

Everyone in the room moved out of the way to where Eddie’s mom was hugging her grandson to her chest as he sobbed. 

“I don wanna go!”

“You have to, baby. Your mommy and daddies need you now. They’ve been waiting so long to see you.”

“Mom?”, Eddie asked as he stepped towards her. “What’s going on?”

She softly smiled as she handed him to your father who spun him around as he chuckled but your son just buried his face further in his neck. 

“Come on, little guy. Your parents have made you an awesome bedroom and knowing my daughter she’s going to show you so many amazing things.”

The little boy shook his head as your dad kissed his temple before handing him to your mom. 

“Steven, remember, you once told me that everything would be ok and you were right. I’ve watched you both take care of my baby and I assure you, you both are going to be more than ok. You are going to be amazing parents.”

He beamed at him as he wrapped his arms around the demon and pulled him in for a hug. 

Your mother grinned as she reached out to touch your face as you started to cry. 

“I’m scared to do this without you.”, you whisper. 

Your parent’s smiles widen as she kisses her grandson and places him in your arms. 

“We’re not going anywhere. We’re always right here.”, she soothes as she points to Ellis’s forehead. “Right behind that door, honey.”

“I love you.”, you son coos as each grandparent reciprocates his affection. 

As both your demons come to your side, you look down to no longer see a toddler but a newborn baby wiggling in your arms. Steve gently pets his head as Eddie reaches for his tiny hand that immediately clings to his finger. 

All of your eyes shoot open but yours is followed by a grunt as you place your hands on your stomach. 

“Fuck! I think…”

They don’t waste any time as they collect you and your things before rushing towards the hospital. 

***

“How long are they going to keep him back there?”, Eddie growled as he held your hand.

“Calm down. Y/N said this was normal. They need to clean him, check his vitals, and all that.”

“Yeah, but Steven, what if something comes up in those vitals that frightens a human.”

The other demon’s eyes flash red in warning in his direction as a low rumble leaves his chest. 

“Maybe we should have had him in your realm.”, you respond groggily as your heavy eyes shift their way. 

“Baby, don’t let Edward scare you, ok? He’s fine. He’s got more human in him right now than anything. Dustin said he would grow into his demon parts.”

“He also said we’re the first couple ever to do this so…”

“Edward Munson, I swear—“, Steve’s anger was cut short when the door to your hospital room opened and a nurse casually sauntered in.

“Hey Munson-Harrington family.”, she smiles. “We have little Ellis here fast asleep and everything looks good. Mommy, how are you feeling?”

“Like I gave birth.” The nurse laughs at your joke as your demons roll their eyes. “I’m alright. A bit exhausted.”

“Yeah, that’s normal, sweetheart. Good news is your baby is in perfect health. Would you like to meet him?” Your eyes fully open as you sit up, smiling softly when she places him in your arms.  “I’ll come check on you three in a bit.”

Tears start to fall as you fully take him in. Right now, he seemed like a completely normal child with soft skin and just a sliver of brown hair poking out of his blue beanie. 

“Hey, honey. You’re so handsome. I’m your mommy.”, you coo in a whisper as you kiss his forehead. “Oh my god, he smells so good.”, you laugh as you look their way. 

Eddie was the first to step forward, sitting beside you on the bed as he caressed his son’s chubby little cheek with his finger. 

“Holy shit. He’s so soft.”, he breathes. “You’re perfect, kid.”

Steve finally takes a seat as well and reaches out to feel his tiny hand. 

“He’s warm to. Is that normal?” When you nod, he almost breathes a sigh of relief. “Ellis, we’re your daddies. You ARE perfect, oh my god.”

The baby squirms a bit in your hold giving them pause before pulling away. 

“I think that was his way of saying thank you.”, you smile. 

###########

3 Weeks Old

“Fascinating.”, Dustin muses as he rocks Ellis in his arms while swaying around the living room. “He really does look just like a little human with the soft skin and everything. Nothing has stood out?”

“Can you stop analyzing our baby and just enjoy him?”, Eddie snaps as he sighs. 

“No, nothing.”, you giggle, answering his question. “And so far he seems to eat but not as much as normal babies.”

“How so?”

“Babies are supposed to eat every two hours; we’ve been feeding him every six. I was worried at first but we just took him the doctor and she said he was healthy. When I tried to give him a bottle every two he would cry and push at my hands.”

“Interesting. That has to be hard, Y/N. Him not being able to verbally tell you things like that. I hated when my kids cried in general but you…you still have that whole trial and error thing going.”

Glancing towards your demons, Eddie had fallen asleep with his head nestled in Steve’s lap on the couch who was already napping when Dustin arrived. 

“It is. I appreciate everything you’ve done for us though and I know they do to. I’ve been keeping a record like you suggested should this ever happen for anyone else.”

“Good.” When he notices your gaze shift again, he takes a seat on the floor beside you and lays Ellis on the blanket between you both. “Everything ok with you three?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little worried. They were both already so protective over me and now that he’s here… Steve’s been having nightmares. He pretends he doesn’t but I hear him groaning in his sleep and feel him wake up. I asked him the other night if he still has access to my dreams and he said he can’t find the door anymore.”

A tear fell down your check as Dustin reached out to comfort you. 

“As I’m sure you’ve noticed, Eddie’s attitude has been a lot shorter lately. He’s exhausted and worried about the three of us. He triple checks everything to the point that I find him asleep on the floor by Ellis’s crib because he’s too tired to make it back to our bed and would just rather be closer to his son just in case.”

“What about you? Besides the worry I mean.”

“I know I’m probably being paranoid but sometimes I feel like we’re being watched. It may just be because of our dynamic. I know not everyone is excepting like the new friends we’ve made but no one has said anything… I don’t know. Just…mom brain maybe.”

“Hm, maybe. Keep an eye on that. From what you’ve told me, you’re always pretty intuitive. Wouldn’t want to miss something you know?”

#########

5 Weeks Old

“Oh my god, Y/N, look at him.”, Lisa coos at Ellis as she holds him in her arms. 

“Are you alright, Steve? You look like you haven’t slept.”, Shawn chuckles. 

“Yeah, I’m doing alright. Just…little guy keeping me up.”, he forces a smile. 

Your friends were having a get together for veterans and their families and since Steve worked at the center you suggested you three should go and be seen. Truthfully, you thought it would be good for them both to get out of the house as well as having him specifically spend some time with his new veteran friends to talk about anything that may be weighing on his mind causing his nightmares.

As the night wore on you noticed their soft grins return to their faces as he and Eddie mingled with the people around them. They radiated warmth as they talked about their son and everything he had done with his short little life so far.

“Have you guys started baby proofing yet? I swear when my daughter started crawling it was like she knew which areas were the bad ones!”

“Oh no, not yet. He did smile at Y/N the other day. Ellis has a beautiful little grin.”, Steve boasts.

“At that age usually it’s just reflexive. They see you guys smiling so…”

“Isn’t that all babies though? Like that’s how they learn?”, Eddie genuinely asks as the dads around him laugh. 

“Yeah but who knows some babies are different! You may just have an extremely happy baby who couldn’t wait to show you guys how much he loves being here.”

Time passed and a few of the guests left, leaving the main few that you had really gotten to know. You all sat in the living room while Eddie patted his son’s back as Ellis slept soundly. Steve tenderly petted the baby’s head as you beamed at them from your place in the chair across from them. 

“So how has everything else been going?”, Thomas asks as he chugs back some of the beer in his bottle. 

“Everything has been good, man. Just focusing on them, ya know?”

“Yeah, I understand. When my son was born, that first night I checked on him every hour on the hour. Then for some reason I kept checking on my wife. I knew our son needed us both and I kept thinking ‘What if something happened to either of us?’”

“I can understand that. I, uh, before Y/N and Steve, I lost a lot of people I loved and there was nothing I could do. Now that Ellis is here…it would kill me if anything ever happened to him.”

“Do you have nightmares about it? About losing them?”

“I don’t but Stevie here does.”, Eddie answers causing Steve to toss a glare his way. 

“I do but it’s fine. It’s not a big deal.”

“I had them to. Sometimes I would dream they were on the battlefield I fought in. I would run to them but I could never quite reach them.”, Thomas sighs at the memory. “What do you dream about?”

“It’s fine really.”

You’re not sure if anyone else heard but you and Eddie did as the demon’s voice fluctuated to his real one for a split second.

“Steven…”

“It’s ok, Y/N. Like I said, I get it. If you talk about it, it gives it validity right? You’d hate to manifest something like that into existence. Someone killing Y/N and your son.”

Steve’s eyes closed as his head ticked to the side. 

“Ok, Tom, I appreciate what you’re trying to do but I’m putting my foot down. You’re going to push him too far and he’s already got enough on his mind.”, Eddie defended rising to his feet and handing you the baby. 

“Ah, you’re the enabler I imagine. You allow him to shelter his feelings so he doesn’t have to deal with them.”

“You’re damn right I do. You humans have no idea what we’ve been through!”

“Interesting word choice. Is that how you separate people from your experiences?”

“Come on, guys, let’s head home.” As the long-haired demon grabbed his boyfriend’s arm, he remained frozen in place. Kneeling in front of him, he cupped his face in his hands. “Steven, it’s ok alright. You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to. Let’s go home and get some sleep, huh?”

When the demon finally opened his eyes, Eddie’s widen in fear; he knew this look all too well. As subtly as he could, he got to his feet and towards the front door with you trailing after him. 

“Steven—”

Once the wind of the outside hit your faces, he expanded his wings, cutting you off as he vanished into the air.

***

“Edward, baby, are you ok?”

Eddie nodded from his place on the floor next Ellis who was sleeping soundly beside him. After laying down as well, he softly smiles your way as he continues caressing the baby’s open hand. 

“DO I enable him, Y/N?”

“Eddie…”

“I just…we went through so much… Every day I had to watch the man I love breakdown. Even when we were out, summoners never treated us with any kind of respect. They knew we wouldn’t be there for long. In our realm, he was hero and with one choice, he was banished and imprisoned…because of me.”

“No, Eddie. Everything you two went through was because of Henry. He killed Chrissy and framed you. Jason didn’t give Steve much of a choice. He was going to disobey orders and hurt you.”

“I always tried to make it up to him… I tried not to show my feelings, pretending I didn’t care we were trapped. Pretending I wasn’t scared and just as angry as he was. I’ve done that my whole life, Y/N. When my mom got sick, I did everything I could to make her laugh so she wouldn’t see how devastated I was. Every time my father came home upset, I acted like I was tough but I was fucking terrified, baby. I was so scared.”

A tear fell from his eye and your immediately wiped it away with your thumb.

“When he fled, I was afraid for my uncle. I didn’t even think twice when I signed up but I was positive I wouldn’t last a month out there on the battlefield. Steven and Robin helped me become a better fighter. With Chris I pretended to be more together than I was. She had enough on her plate at the time and I wanted her to feel safe.”

“It seems like that’s why you pretend, Eddie, so the people you love feel safe.”

Sitting up, he started to cry harder and you immediately crawled to him, curling up in his lap as you held him in your arms. 

The sound you recognized as a portal opening grabbed both your attention as you called Steve’s name.

“Hey, no, sorry. It’s just me. I have him here though.”, Robin answered as she came around the corner with the demon leaning half-conscious around her shoulders. “My girlfriend sent me a message saying he was there at the bar. He had been babbling about how human drinks aren’t strong enough and something about you two and Ellis.”

After leading her to the bedroom, she gently placed Steve onto the mattress. When Eddie entered the room, she smiled when she saw your son’s wide eyes looking back at her.

“He woke up.”, the demon announced as Ellis yawned to emphasis his point. 

“You need to let your parents get some rest, booger.”, Robin coos as she pokes his nose making him smile. 

“Some of our friends said for human babies around this time smiles like that are a reflex.”

“Yeah but he’s not entirely human and that beautiful, drool filled grin didn’t seem reflexive.”, she responded. “It seems like he can handle the demon skin since he’s letting us touch him.”

“Yeah, I think that’s the potion.”, you nod as you reach out to tickle the baby’s chin. “Thank you for bringing Steve back, Robin.”

Softly smiling, she leans down to kiss your forehead.

“Seriously, you and Ellis are so soft—”

“Ay yi, ma’am. This human is ours.”, Eddie playfully scolds as he swats his hand in her direction. 

***

Loud banging and clinking echoes behind the door you’re looking at as smoke occasionally slips through the seams. Taking a long exhale, you reach for the handle but someone tapping your shoulder startles you as you turn and smack the person’s face. 

“Ow! Jesus woman. How many times are you going to pop me?!”, Eddie whines as he rubs his cheek. 

“Edward, how did you—”

“I don’t know. I’ve been looking for the door for months. Maybe you finally calmed me down enough to know what I’m looking for.” Nodding, you kiss his lips. “So what’s the plan?”

“I think…this is Steve’s door. I don’t know. I’ve been trying to access his dreams but I haven’t been able to.”

Holding your hand, he carefully turns the knob and you both step through. Glancing down at his attire, Eddie realizes he’s suddenly in his old battle armor and you both are on the battlefield they fought on all those centuries ago. 

“Why am I not in armor?”

“I mean, you weren’t there, baby.”

“What the fuck are you two doing here?!”, Steve’s father shrieks above you as he lands on his feet. “Leave. NOW. My son needs to learn his lesson.”

“YOU’VE been giving him his nightmares?”, you growl.

“Not exactly. He started having them on his own but I’ve been fueling them.”

Shifting your gaze behind him, you both watch as Steve slaughters enemy after enemy, panting as he slowly tires himself out.

“Steven! Do better! You think these fuckers are going to show mercy on your son?! You have to do what I taught you to get the truth!”

Eddie gripped Bill’s throat and angrily threw him to the ground. 

“You made your hell his hell, you fucking asshole. He told me all about you and everything you did to him. You ruined his life enough! Leave him be.”

“Please. He’s doing this to himself. He’s worried about you two peasants and that thing. I’m making him better. Stronger.”

Grabbing a sword from the ground, you lift the handle and point the other end towards his throat. 

“You heard him. Leave Steven alone or else I swear to God, Bill, I will find a way myself to keep you in hell.”

Growling under his breath, he tried to stand but you and Eddie forced him back down with your weapons. Huffing he suddenly disappeared as well as every other solider that had fallen around the other demon. 

“Ed-Edward?”, Steve panted heavily when you noticed you both there. “Y/N? What are you…? It doesn’t matter. We need to get to Ellis or else Henry’s going to kill him. We have to—”

“Baby, look at me.”, Eddie tried to soothe as he cupped his cheeks in his hands. “You’re dreaming ok? Henry is gone and Ellis is in his crib fast asleep.”

“N-No. No? I can hear him. I can hear him crying! Can’t you hear that?!”

“Steven—”

“NO!”, the demon growls loudly as he shoves the man he loves hard backwards. “Who are you?! You’re not Edward. Y-You’re…You’re trying to trick me. Are you Mirage? Did Henry and his dad hire you to stop me?!”

“Steven…”, Eddie cried with worry as he threw the sword he was holding to the ground and held up his hands. “Sweetheart, please, it’s me. I promise. I would never hurt you like that. I would never keep you from our son.”

As he tried to step forward, the other demon shoved him to the ground.

“I-I-I need to get to my son.”, Steve sobbed as his voice cracked. “I know you’re not Eddie. Tell me where he is.”

When he didn’t answer, he pulled back and pushed his weapon downward. 

The sound of your grunt filled their ears as your eyes met Steve’s wide glassy ones. When you both looked down, blood drenched his sword where it had pushed through your stomach and around your back. 

“Baby?”

Looking up at him again, you smiled through the pain as blood dripped from your lips. 

“Why…why does it hurt?”

The three of you opened your eyes at the same time as you sat up clutching your stomach. Lifting up your shirt, there was no wound but it felt so real. You could still feel the stinging pain lingering on your skin. 

Eddie’s head slowly turned meeting Steve’s still shocked expression as is mouth hung open in shock. 

“I—”

The long-haired demon’s growl cut him off as his eyes glowed bright red. 

“Take us to another realm that we can fucking damage NOW.” You didn’t say anything as Steve rose to his feet with his head hung preparing a portal for them to go through. “Stay here.”

Coming around the bed, he waited for the other demon to finish as you peeked into the world they’d be going to. It was completely baron with nothing but white as far as the eye can see. 

“Fitting.”, Eddie responded in anger as he and the other demon walked inside. 

As the portal began to close, you quickly got up and jumped through right as it disappeared. 

You knew Eddie may be mad but after what happened this wasn’t something you were going to let them handle alone. 

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[throwaway-yandere]

𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃:

"–ℌ𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣; 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔬𝔰?"

GENSHIN IMPACT

MONDSTADT:

Albedo:

"No." (Professor!Albedo/Student!Reader)

Diluc Ragnvindr:

Dinner With Steaks and Flowers

His Closest Childhood Friend (Soldier, Poet, King)

"O Capo! My Capo!" (debut: chapter 2)

Not Through The Grapevine (yandere!idol event)

I Got Reincarnated As A Server NPC In An Otome Game But A Capture Target Won’t Leave Me Alone 

Kaeya Alberich:

ESTHER (yandere!idol event)

Maid!Merman!Kaeya drabble

"Venti":

Hysteric Humanoid (SAGAU)

LIYUE:

"Zhongli":

Waking Up A Lying Dragon (Bakunawa!Reader)

"If the pedestal is beautiful, then the statue must be even more beautiful."

Xiao:

Wound Dressings (yan!idol event)

Yanfei

Quick yan!fei (lol) brainrot

INAZUMA:

Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto:

Hana Yori Dango (non!yandere itto)

Of Dream A-Dreaming (yandere!idol event)

Kaedehara Kazuha

Flawless

Kamisato Ayato:

Blind Obedience (P2: A Myriad of Fallen Leaves)

Careful, He Bites (P2: Hana Yori Dango) 

Ghost in the Kamisato Estate (minific series)

EDMR (yandere!idol event)

ERROR 401: GONE (Faceless!Ayato)

Faceless Ayato thoughts 1,

The Owner Who Broke The Leash (Chainsaw Man au with Ayato as Makima)

Raiden Ei:

Sunshowers

Thoma:

His Adorable Pen Pal (Soldier, Poet, King)

Shikanoin Heizou

Posteriori (yandere!idol event)

SUMERU:

Alhaitham:

Vision Qualifications

Worksheets 

"O Capo! My Capo!" (Mafia au series)

Alhaitham's Type (yandere!idol event)

Alhaitham selling his soul to a devil!reader brainrot

Dendro NA: 101 (Can be read as VQ’s p2)

Flawless

Cyno:

"O Capo! My Capo!" (Mafia au series)

Alone Together (yandere!idol event)

Dottore:

Click & Drag drabble (feat Cyno)

Classical Conditioning

"Aren't You Supposed To Hate Me?" (yandere!idol event)

Tighnari:

Creative Differences (check "#tag: cd - tighnari" for additional headcanons)

"O Capo! My Capo!!" (Mafia au series)

The Boar Prince/ss (non-yandere secret santa event)

Kaveh:

Paint (non!yandere kaveh, just fluff)

Canvas (drabble)

Flawless

His Version of You

Short boyfriend!kaveh drabble on OCMC/Mafia setting

Wanderer:

Apotheosis Upon Your First Feast

Scarborough Fair/Canticle (Prince au)

Flawless

Drabble: Prince Scara x Farmer

FOUNTAINE:

Neuvillette:

Death Has No Dignity

Wriothesley:

And The Sun Is Silent

SNEZHNAYA/FATUI:

Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax:

His Ice Fishing Buddy (Soldier, Poet, King)

Comfort (drabble)

Pantalone:

Apotheosis Upon Your First Feast

OUTLANDERS/KHAENRIAH'NS:

Aether:

Hysteric Humanoid (SAGAU)

Dainsleif, my beloved:

Hysteric Humanoid

Ouroboros, The 8th Capo (OC!MC!)

Estella's Modern!Dain x Reader but I made it yandere lmao (dw it's my irl bestie)

"If You Truly Loved Me, You Should Be Dead" (hitman!dain, my husband.)

Dolce Stil Nuovo

Lumine:

Hysteric Humanoid

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

SOLDIER, POET, KING

"What if Varka's cousin found 3 different secret admirers?"

"Someone like that getting admirers? As if."

Parts:

His Ice Fishing Buddy, His Adorable Pen Pal, His Closest Childhood Friend

HYSTERIC HUMANOID

"Even today, don't give up on a human heart; claim it even if it hurts." - ALKALOID

A SAGAU fic where The Creator had turned into an amnesiac who believed they're a mere impostor with a knack for gravity manipulation and not much else. And it appears that both Lumine and Dainsleif would stop at nothing to get you on their side.

Chapters, Side Stories & Their Main Focus Characters:

♦ Prologue: The Longest Devout Believers - Dainsleif, Lumine, Venti, and Kaeya

♦ Chapter 1: 500 Year Long Identity Crisis - Baizhu, Dainsleif, Lumine

♦ Drabble 1: How would they celebrate your birthday/The Creator's anniversary? - Dainsleif, Lumine, Baizhu, Venti, Kaeya, Zhongli, Ayaka

♦ Chapter 2: A Contract Long Overdue (WIP) - Zhongli, Dainsleif, Kaeya

"O CAPO! MY CAPO!"

Set in visionless 1920s Teyvat, three inconspicuous yet significant men began to spy on the Fatui's 8th Capo: (Y/n) (L/n). The story begins when the Innamorati Familia's headquarters burns down and in a twist of fate, to say that you've been dealt with an awful hand would be the understatement of the decade. Can you survive– most importantly– can you make the right choices? ((Welcome to the interactive mafia au fic! Have fun voting on the polls!!!))

Otome Game Main Love Interests:

Inquisitor Cyno, Informant Tighnari, Underboss Alhaitham, (CURRENTLY LOCKED: Church Architect Kaveh)

Secret Routes:

Visconti Diluc, "Venti" (LOCKED), ??? (LOCKED), ???, ???, ???

Chapters:

1: "O Capo! My Capo!"

2: The Capo's Soliloquy 

Bad End 1: "You're Collei's Friend, After All!"

3: The Fox Hunt (Tuqburni)

BRAND NEW ARCHON (Chapter 1-3 animatic)

Short bf!Kaveh drabble (not "canon)

"My Beloved Producer..." (GENSHIN IDOL AU)

Masterlist

NOTE: CHECK YOUR COMMUNITY LABEL SETTINGS AND TURN OFF FILTERS IF THE MASTERLIST LINK WON'T WORK. Tumblr must've thought I wrote something explicit (in a masterlist???) and tagged it as mature :///

Flawless

Aka: my last fanfic featuring Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Kaveh, and Kazuha. A fanfic-game with 4 branching endings.

Premise: You're stuck in a killing game inside your dream school. It started with 16 students– and now you're left with only 6 of them. Senior Faruzan was murdered. Who is the culprit among these 5 people?

Link

FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES

BLUE LIONS:

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd: (my fave fictional man of all time)

Saudade

ps: he's your underboss in "O Capo! My Capo!" lol

BLACK EAGLES:

(coming soon...)

GOLDEN DEER:

(coming soon...)

GARREG MACH MONASTERY:

(coming soon...)

HONKAI: STAR RAIL

ASTRAL EXPRESS:

(coming soon...)

JARILO VI:

Gepard Landau

What Happened At 10:10 (has 2 endings. Won't link it, reach the end of the story in your own way.)

XIANZHOU LUOFU:

Jing Yuan

Misaligned Strings (non-yandere, pure fluff & angst)

IPC

Dr. Veritas Ratio

His Version of You

PENACONY

Sunday

Cannibal!Sunday HCs

"ℑ'𝔡 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡."

"𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔡. 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔩."

[sgiandubh]

Jottings: Season 7, episode 8. Just fucking try me

By TPTB's Sovereign Decree, this season is - as we all know - split in two, which proved to be at the same time abysmally disrespectful to ***'s subscribers, frustrating - to say the least- to Netflixers, but involuntarily prescient, given the current SAG-AFTRA stalemate. The protracted strike scenario (still a possibility) would have truly flunked OL, drowning it in a sea of irrelevance and effectively making all promo impossible. So, let us count our blessings and bide our time: it ain't over till the fat lady sings. For the time being, we are still haunted by Sinéad's moving huskiness. For the sake of speculation only, I wonder if they are going to stick with this option until the official end of Season 7, as an homage of sorts. Or promote somebody else, while time and space are still available to do so.

You are definitely going to need tissues for this one. And any random type of your favorite comfort food. It is intense. It is almost impeccable. SS & RR sketches are tolerably short. S is supercalifragilistic. C is giving it her all and she is just perfect. And all the rest are flawless. So, pardon the sarcasm deficit and perhaps also my less fluid quill: you surely know, by now, my struggle with encomium is real.

The bonnie wee swordsman moment immediately brought to this book outsider's mind the exceptional fanfic author on AO3. So, if you still missed Flood My Mornings, by some obscure glitch in the Matrix, do give it a try. It is one of my top 3 , with #1 being @zeya-zg's TRS (it packs a punch, takes great risks and does so with grace). And yes - blasphemy ensues - the swordsman's fic is simply better than Herself in so, so many ways. A good starting point for a Droughtlander of undetermined amplitude (what in the name of hoo-ha is 'the story continues next year' supposed to mean?), for example. But I digress.

With Saratoga 2.0 in plain, inevitable sight, I incorrectly presumed we would see the blue light mojo - is it in Bees...? more plausibly so - and I am glad C saved JAMMF's finger. My sick mind did try to imagine a mutilated limb at some point in time, failed to do so and had to reboot entirely. I am grateful to the writer for having spared me a potential ordeal, in this respect. I am, however, less grateful to the same writer for butchering up to the point of no return the very delicate scene between Rachel Hunter and Young Ian, who initially fail to get their (impossibly to reach) bearings. It feels contrived at first, reads as injudicious as trying to become proficient in Thai after spending three hours on Duolinguo and jumps on the storyline's windshield out of virtually nowhere. The main weak point of this season (spare SS/RR's endless death row sojourn) has to be the blatant injustice done by the writers to characters I wanted to see and hear more of: the Hunter siblings, Buck Mackenzie and yes, William himself.

Speaking of William, there is an epic but fleeting moment outside Simon Fraser's tent, just after Jamie gives him his tricorn hat, that made me wonder out loud. Who are you, first and foremost, Ellesmere: a courtier? a soldier? a son? All three avatars briefly cross his face and if that is not prowess, I don't know what is. Enthusiastic kudos, again.

Cynical, lunatic, despicable me ugly cried three times in a row. Laudanum. Simon Fraser. The Scottish shores. That is a lot for one single intake.

Spoiler: I must have eaten something that disagreed with me. For such an inconsistent character, Simon Fraser saved his soul with this intense, dignified and subdued moment. There is something akin to a Roman deathbed scene one could perhaps find in Tacitus' Histories, essentially thanks to S's perfectly mastered gravitas. So yes, you can cry for the sudden demise of a secondary character you had no sympathy for and on top of that be surprised by your own tears.

A death that proves instrumental for their return to Scotland. And maybe it is time we acknowledge the simple fact that Scotland never really was just a trope of all this intricate narrative scaffolding, but a character in its own right. It is alive and it prompts the kind of raw, irrational emotions able to make your tears well up all the same in Bilbao, in Vancouver, in Seattle, in Athens or in Cairo. And it doesn't matter if you could not place Inverness on a map before finding out that well, people do disappear all the time, or if you were haunted since forever by majestic visions of glens & lochs. You will fall and you will fall hard, despite all the misgivings and the shortcomings, of which there are many.

We leave them teary-eyed on a boat sailing near the Scottish shores. It is a carefully chosen and very effective parting moment. Overall, this was an excellent half-season, if you chose to ignore Mordor's endless, reckless and soulless bitching. I sometimes wish for all these people to suddenly develop an interest for origami or find another obsessable rookie duo or simply try to be happy on their own. Nothing more, but nothing less.

This Droughtlander will be a massive pain in the rear. Mark me. And I am finally allowed to hope for better sleep patterns. But hey, no regrets: it was worth it, always is. They are worth it. A lot.

Gif choice could only involve a ship. Credit given to @avasetocallmyown. Very elegant :)

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 34 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 34 2024 or Week 240, as always, fics will be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.

♥ You can check my masterlist here.

♥ You can check my main reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check my August reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 33 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 35 2024 here.

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𝙺𝚎𝚢𝚜: 💛 ᵒʳᶤᵍᶤᶰᵃˡ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ

💜 ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ

🖤 ᵈᵃʳᵏ

❤️ ˢᵐᵘᵗ

💚 ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

💙 ᵃᶰᵍˢᵗ

🧡 ᶜᵒᵐᵉᵈʸ

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 34 2024:

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @talesofadragon 💚💙

Summertime treats - popsicle (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @navybrat817 ❤️

A Call for Help (Leo Barnes X Reader) by @e-dubbc11 💚💙

Riding it out (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @navybrat817 ❤️

Fit for a Queen (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81 💙❤️

Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 9 (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @mrs-barnes-rogers-writes 💚

Finding safety in your embrace (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @whatever-lmaoo ❤️

You are my only love - Part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @marvelmcumania 💙

Badge & blood: a cry baby story | chapter one (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @delicatebarness 💙

Against regulations (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @intrepidacious 💚

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @krirebr ❤️

Obey (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ss-tier-simp 💚💙❤️

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @myveryownfanfiction 💙

Fic (Stucky X Reader) by @loveandfictionforall 💚

And So It Begins (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mysecretlittlelibrary ❤️

Here For You (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @elixirfromthestars 💙

There Is No Coming Back From This - Chapter 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anonymityisfunwriter 💙

Wanted (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @braveclementine 💙

Heartbreak and confessions (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imtryingbuck 💚💙

The Winter Soldier (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @braveclementine 💙

Forgiven (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @darsynia 💚

Foundations: Chapter 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lokischambermaid 💙

𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @aching-arche 🖤❤️

Midnight Swim (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @hannibals-favourite-meal ❤️

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckymorelikefuckme 💚

Cupcakes && Secrets (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @itsanerdlife 💚

Mine to Ruin (Ari Levinson X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie ❤️

[xkittzkornerx]

well fucking figure it out, Dems. this is such blatant Nazism, it is hurting my brain how downright stupid people can be. the Trump regime will go down in infamy.

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DISOBEY NAZISM. Dems are so worried about not looking noble that they’re willing to let this dweeb tear this country to shreds. absolutely no school should be allowing the Secret Service or ICE into buildings filled with children and their teachers in order to snatch them up and deport them. that is purposely traumatizing/terrorizing/authoritarian.

please watch season 3, episode 11 of the procedural drama Station 19. it depicts the horrors of ICE and the direct parallels they have with the SS soldiers the Nazi party. it is available on Hulu and Amazon Prime Video.

this is fascism, and i’m not throwing that around to be edgy or to rage bait or anything dumb. i am telling you this is the real deal. it is happening right in front of us.

i do not want anyone who has once claimed they’d be part of the resistance in Nazi Germany or Apartheid South Africa to speak sideways about our immigrants. it’s all a lie. they wouldn’t have been an Oskar Schindler or Winnie Madikizela-Mandela. they wouldn’t have punched Nazis in the face or lured them into the woods to shoot them. they wouldn’t have risked their lives to deliver the world the truth like William L. Shirer. they would’ve obeyed in advance and folded like they are right now. they would’ve been too scared to say anything remotely in opposition to the regime.

i am pleading w you to find your role in this. there is so much to choose from: event organizer/coordinator, document holder, historian, visual and/or musical artist, expert in protest safety, self-defense instructor. anything. hell, we’ll need comedians for morale. (i’ll make a list of comedians i recommend and link it here later; i really want people to prioritize taking mental breaks the next four years bc we cannot afford burnout)

if you know someone who you know to be undocumented or may be undocumented, no, you don’t.

[akaneenaka33]

ALL HAK FANS!!! THERE MIGHT BE HOPE???

I know everyone is worried about Yona's prophetic dream and all the death flags that are continuously raised around Hak, but let me remind you that Hak's death has been evaded before. Let me explain.

This ss is taken from chapter 111.5, a PRE-CANON chapter where Yona asks Hak to sleep besides her because she's supposedly seen a ghost. Not only does this chapter serve as pure fuel for hakyona lovers, but!!! It's later revealed in the chapter that the real reason why Yona asked Hak to stay besides her, is because she had a dream where she and Hak were running away from the city, and all of a sudden, she looked to him and he was covered in blood before dying in her arms.

Now doesn't this remind you of a certain escape from a certain palace in chapter 2??? Or even when Tae-Jun was chasing after Hak and Yona with his soldiers in chapter 9???

My point is, Hak's death was predicted long before the story began and somehow, he avoided it. If you want to take this as evidence that fate can be altered in YOTD, then it's perfectly likely that Hak may evade death yet again--though he might not scrape by unscathed this time.

I might be looking too much into things, but this gave me hope. Thought I would share <3

[pedroam-bang]

Sisu (2022)

[digimonlover09]

People who haven’t read Homestuck are encouraged to guess, fellow Homestucks welcome too

Update: Thank you all for participating! The correct answer was 3: Mafia Hatesex Destroys the Universe. Explanations for each option under the cut.

1: Did Happen! In the epilogue, Candy Jade Harley inserted herself into Dave and Karkat’s relationship, straining it until it fell apart. In ^2, it was revealed she also fucked Rose behind her wife, Kanaya’s, back.

2: Did Happen! DavepetaSprite^2. Sorry your date got ruined by fusion shenanigans, JasproseSprite

3: CORRECT ANSWER, Did NOT Happen! It was cockblocking, actually. The mafia hatesex not  happening was a very important plot point that took up multiple pages.

4: Did Happen! Limes, Humanity, all terrestrial life on Earth, and possibly many alien civilizations.

5: Did Happen! They both became president together.

6: Did Happen! Guy Fieri was not only a Supreme Court Justice, but the only remaining one by the time ICP were elected dual-president.

7: Did Happen! Fuck you for that, Hussie.

8: Did Happen! Trickster Mode is a hell of a drug.

9: Did Happen! Dave Strider’s childhood sucked.

10: Did Happen! SS was not a dog yet at this time.

11: Did Happen! Turns out she felt more herself without working eyes.

12: Shit, Let’s Be Santa!

[scotianostra]

On 6th November 2014 Colonel Sir Ronald Thomas Stewart Macpherson known to his friends as Tommy, and his enemies as the "Kilted Killer"passed away.

Tommy was born October 4th 1920 in Edinburgh, the was youngest of seven children of Sir Thomas Stewart Macpherson and Helen Cameron, he was educated at Edinburgh Academy prep school before Cargilfield, in Barnton. At 14, he went to Fettes College, where he joined the Officers' Training Corps. He also attended Trinity College, Oxford, where he was awarded a first class degree in Philosophy, Politics and Economics.Tommy represented Oxford at rugby, hockey and athletics and was also an international student athlete at 1500 metres. His older brother, Phil was captain of Scotland's first Grand Slam winning rugby side in 1925.

At the outbreak of WWII Macpherson was commissioned in the Queen’s Own Cameron Highlanders before joining the commandos a year later, he was captured by Italian troops during a reconnaissance on the headquarters of Field Marshal Rommel in North Africa, after two failed escape attempts they sent him to, another camp at Gavi, near Genoa, then onto several Stalags, during which of course he tried again to escape!!! He was almost shot this time it was a countermand from the German Officer that saved him. By 1943 he was in Stalag XVIII-A in Austria and on September 21st after several attempts he managed to make good his escape.

Macpherson and 3 others managed to travel to Sweden via Bromberg and Gdynia before flying back to Kinloss, Scotland on 4th November 1943, two years after he had been captured in Egypt.

BUT!! Yes men like Mcpherson rarely lay on their laurel, he was seconded to a special operation named “Jedburgh”. Under this operation three man units were to be dropped into occupied Europe to carry out sabotage and guerrilla warfare, acting as a high-profile focus for the local resistance.

Two days after the Allies had stormed the Normandy beaches, he was parachuted behind enemy lines in France wearing his Highlander’s battledress aye, including his kilt. The unit was tasked with liaising with French resistance and causing mayhem and boy was he successful, the Germans soon had wanted posters plastered all across France with a 300,000 franc bounty placed describing and he was described as "A bandit masquerading as a Scottish officer and extremely dangerous to the citizens of France". His appearance caused quite a stir among the local Resistance fighters, many who had never seen a man in a kilt before. One excited young man even mistook him for a French officer’s wife!

On one occasion when a German staff car was approaching a level crossing Macpherson booby-trapped the barrier arm so it crashed down on the vehicle, decapitating the local commandant and his driver.

Macpherson’s finest hour came that summer in 1944, around 23,000 hardened German troops were travelling to Normandy so it was imperative that they were stopped, or at least, delayed. A small band of the French resistance held a vital bridge in the Loire valley, preventing them from passing. But with 23,000 soldiers, there was only going to be one victor if it came to a battle. Armed with this information, Macpherson stole a German jeep and drove through ten miles of enemy soldiers, until he reached their field headquarters.

Stepping out of the vehicle, the star of so many wanted posters demanded an audience with the commanding officer, Major General Elster. Elster was stunned. The king of bluff, Macpherson cooly informed Elster that he had 20,000 of his own men nearby, along with tanks and RAF bombers waiting in the wings. Surrender, laddie, or die he threatened, Tommy was only 21 at the time!

Of course, this was all complete and utter guff but Elster fell for it, hook, line and sinker. 23,000 enemy soldiers, spearheaded by the feared SS Panzer Division, had waved the white flag to MacPherson.

With France freed from Nazi rule, Tommy was quickly dispatched to Italy to do it all again. It was here that he faced a new enemy, Yugoslavian leader Tito, who was intent on taking parts of Italy. Given Macpherson’s tried and tested methods of killing sprees, blowing bridges and destroying supplies and communications, a second bounty was placed on his head.

After the war he continued to serve in the territorials for a number of years, he also loved his rugby and was a regular player at fly-half for London Scottish as skipper of the 2nd XV but playing mostly for the 1st XV.from 1946 to 1955 when he hung up his boots.

There’s a wee bit more about this very brave man here. https://dirkdeklein.net/2016/03/11/forgotten-history-major-tommy-macpherson/

[zimwy]

how does bucky's idea of honour change over his life? does he grapple with the change in any way? does he mourn the person he was?

oh man. so. yeah. it definitely changes.

bucky doesn't know what war is like until he's thrust in it. and i know the old 40s comics were made in response to / as a form of resistance, so they were positive propaganda, depicting american heroes (and, frankly, jewish heroes, regardless of whether or not you think steve and bucky are jewish in universe) on the frontline, engaging in comic typical shenanigans, and a sanitized version of the war. modern comics have expanded on the situation bucky was in. he was an orphan, you know? a kid holding onto the memory of his parents, his mother's face slipping out of where it comfortably nestled, because he was growing up and losing her. and then his dad died, and rebecca was sent off to a lady's school, so it was just him. he didn't have anything. and there was this great, important cause laid out in front of him. there wasn't ever going to be another path for him but military life, he was following in his father's footsteps.

by some measure, bucky was always following in other people's footsteps. he was trained, rigorously, and he never thought it would be easy, but the reality of war--and the specialized operations the invaders engaged in, with inhuman enemies and mutants on their team and all--it was a lot more grueling than he expected. he wasn't just fighting on the front lines, he was performing as a special operative. he was sniping at 15 years old. it became very clear to bucky, very fast, he was intended to be captain america's proverbial whipping boy; he did the hard work, the killing, the interrogation, the stalking and spying, because captain america had an image to maintain. he was a hero.

bucky was never a hero. no matter what they called him. but he had a job to do, and he was okay with bloodying his hands. he was a kid who was angry at the world, and it hammered him into an angry and hard young man, but not an unkind one--he still loved his friends, he laughed and joked, he liked the moments of reprieve they got from the war, even when it was bunking in the rubble of shelled buildings. but the feeling for bucky is different than it was for the rest of them, both because he was doing things they weren't--covert operations, assassinations, plunging a knife into the yielding flesh of some soldier's neck, oftentimes nazis or hydra. for bucky, these people were his immediate enemy: he's jewish. interfaith in terms of what he celebrates, not always strict in following the rules and holidays, a bit lacking in jewish history, but still, ethnically and religiously jewish.

theres this issue in captain america and bucky, illustrated by samnee, that comes to mind; it's one of the leading reasons i can't see bucky as a gentile. i'm going to link it instead of putting it under a cut because i want to keep talking about the rest of what you asked lol.

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so the war becomes personal. this is bucky's first real deep scar. the stuff he went through as a kid--being orphaned, being bullied, being alone--it was nothing compared to this. the training, the fine knife-like sharpening, he could withstand all that; he's still bucky. this is different. this is horrific and personal. it's anchored into him now, knowing what's really happening. things that gave him pause or made him feel unclean and uncertain as a 15-20 year old stop feeling difficult. he isn't possessed by the faces of the SS officers he puts down or the hydra agents that attack them, the splinter groups that feel they cant flourish under the axis powers--he doesn't sweat with nervous anticipation while he waits for a head to line up into his scope. his anger is pulsating and it runs through him like a rivulet, like tree roots. it's part of him now. he still wants to be a good man, of course--he wants to see the end of the war--but part of him doesn't know who he is or who he'll be once it's over. this is what he knows. he has no family left. and then there is no end to his war. he wakes up on an operating table, bleary, resisting sedatives, while russian scientists and doctors hurriedly pump him full of nitrous oxide and propofol and pain meds. there's a phantom sensation in his left arm, his shoulder aches fiercely, but he doesn't have the time to contemplate it or figure out what any of it means. the years as the winter soldier come in waves, blocks, periods of time where he's let out like a dog on a leash. colors. sounds. files about his targets. information burned into his brain about which weapons do what.

when he wakes up again--really wakes up, forever--he doesn't really know where he is, or who he is. the tesseract filled a lot of gaps in his memory, the coding pulled out of his head, but the blood will never wash away. what is he now? a fine tool, shiny and black and stinging sharp in the right hands. part of him wants to be used. part of him doesn't know how to live without violence. the other part wants to vomit at the very idea of anyone or anything ever touching him again--the abuse is perverse and deep. where anger and violence was a tool he used to achieve his goals, now its something that's completely overtaken him. it takes him years to regain his sense of self: to become bucky again, and not just the empty, hollow, cold winter soldier.

and, you're right: bucky isn't that kid anymore, and he never will be again. there are similarities between them--he can wear that face, albeit a bit older now, and he could put on the costume again if he wanted (if he found a tailor to make it bigger), and he can laugh and smile and dance, and he can be fucking angry. but he thinks he'll never be so noble or honorable as the kid who fought in the war was. he was always a blood letter, sure, but there's a stark difference between sticking your knife in some nazi's back, knowing every life you take saves or protects another in exchange, and knowing that the lives you've taken since are all individuals, people, far from a battlefield. its not feasible, to soothe the ache, to try to figure out who was innocent and who wasn't, to pass judgment on the character of the deceased, over the countless assassinations you've performed. it wouldn't bring him peace. he killed them anyway.

he has to put himself back together with those fragments, and he's fundamentally changed. there's a reason my blog title is what it is.

pal·imp·sest

a manuscript or piece of writing material on which the original writing has been effaced to make room for later writing but of which traces remain.

something reused or altered but still bearing visible traces of its earlier form.

bucky will never deny the efficacy of murder, though.

[notyouraryang0dd3ss]

hi, indian anon here ( I think I used the ⏳️) ig you can say I'm an ex swiftie, but in the sense that I was never exposed to western music until evermore and I listened to it and loved it. I never engaged with the fandom or anything, and didn't even know all these things taylor did, and I thought taylor was a decent person because of the documentary. This was until ofc, the matty healy incident which opened my eyes to her behavior, but idky I felt like I couldn't openly dislike her. Everyone in my school was obsessed with her and if you're a girl, and you hated her, or even disliked her, you were a pick me, and I didn't wanna get hated on more by my classmates (long story there). The last straw for me was prolly when 1989 tv was released (after the mh incident I just called myself a swiftie cuz I liked her earlier work) and I had joined an online swiftie group chat, and the people there were so vile and hateful. I remember saying it's wrong hating on harry styles for cheating on her cuz she did the same, or that Joe alwyn is just a regular dude, and so are all her other exes, except prolly matty and the John Mayor guy for dating a 19 y/o (SHE ALSO DATED MINORS THO??? no one talked about this shit) and I mentioned that she's not god and that she has done bad things, and the gc, which had 50 active members everyday, collectively not only hated on me, but also these people had access to my private insta acc. My face, my friends, my address, they knew it all. It was so scary, and while I have been in plenty of toxic fandoms before (my first death threats were by the hp fandom, which I've left long back), I actually felt threatened. It actually felt like a cult, and it was scary until my insta acc got shut down (idky), and the ppl couldn't find me anymore. The swiftie fandom is weird at best, and potential criminals at worst, because wtf. They don't have any sort of individual thinking, and if someone does, they will find a way to shut it down. Even now, when I interact with a swiftie and taylor Swift comes up, and I say I don't like her, their behavior is just like the ones online. Ik ppl get more confidence to do bad things online cuz of anonymity, but swifties are the same irl, too. They completely believe it is okay to treat ppl terribly, harass and spread disgusting rumors and even doxx a Palestinian woman and give her details to Isreali organization. Like that actually happened. I regret that I didn't leave the fandom sooner because I can't believe I was associated with something like this. Ik celebrities make mistakes, and that fandoms always have one toxic portion, but this is too much.

Sorry for the long rant tho 😅

- ⏳️

sorry it took me a while to respond, there is SO MUCH HAPPENING in this ask. like 3 diff asks rolled into one omfg

1. peer pressured into “continuing” to like taylor swift you are a different kind of victim im so sorry you went through that (and all to prevent you from being bullied…im so sorry)

2. THE SWIFTIE GROUPCHAT: that is horrible and TERRIFYING. all you did was practice critical thinking and you feared for your SAFETY. their reactions are not logical nor rational and speak to how dangerous her fanbase is.

if you feel like you cannot call out your fave for their behavior without your safety being threatened, that is not a fanbase, that is a cult. i think we should actually did a venn diagram of swifties and cults we’d have a perfect circle.

3. SWIFTIES IRL: this is so true about how they behave. ive had friends tell me theyre scared of saying they hate taylor IRL cause of the backlash they’d receive. THAT IS NOT NORMAL. even when BTS was at their peak ppl never felt threatened by the ARMY to that point 😭

you NEED to send more info/links/ss about the doxxed palestinian. i need the #SwiftiesforPalestine to see wtf their mutuals are doing. that is ABHORRENT behavior. that poor woman!

thank you sm for this ask, u are truly one of god’s strongest soldiers cause wtf!!!! is wrong!!!! with swifties!!!!!

(p.s. if you are a repeat anon go ahead and sign off your asks with an emoji so i can keep track! thank you!)