#They’re both just hiding somewhere when he suddenly starts it up

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Scrap Baby, after discovering that there’s a lot that her father doesn’t remember, spends some of her time with him just... re-telling certain things.

It’s been forever, so she doesn’t remember everything—or even to the greatest detail, but she still remembers, and wants to help him out.

During the two’s travel, she does become pretty happy when, at one point, the rabbit tells her a story in hopes of calming her down from something—a story he made up a long time ago, before anything happened.

[wheneverfeasible]

Omegaverse AU where Steve presents as an alpha just like his father always wanted, just like everyone expects, just like he was supposed to. He exclusively dates betas, scoffing and saying omegas weren’t good enough for him. He said they were too needy, too annoying, too pathetic. He was an alpha.

He hates it.

The truth is that Steve always wanted to be an omega, always wanted to soft and taken care of, wanted to be pupped up, wanted to avoid the stupid knotheads that he was forced to surround himself with, forced to pretend to be. He never dated an omega because he wants to be one and wants desperately for another alpha to take him as their own.

Enter Eddie, an alpha unlike any other. He scorns alphas like Steve and Tommy and Billy and all the other knotheads who act like they’re so much better than anyone else just because of their secondary gender. He rants on top of cafeteria tables about it, has ever since he presented and actually had the other alphas try to talk to him at first as if he was one of them.

No fucking thank you.

Steve is…not enamored, but curious about the super senior. Nancy broke up with him, he and Tommy are sort of on the outs though still barely friends, and Billy has a one-sided rivalry for the crown Steve currently wore, not that Steve truly cared about it.

Blah blah blah, Steve propositions Eddie after watching him for a while, realizing that Eddie might just be the sort of alpha who would fuck Steve and let him pretend to be an omega for a little while, meanwhile Eddie thinks King Steve wants to start shit with him like a knotheaded alpha and is wary and lightly mocking at first, until he realizes what Steve wants.

Steve and Eddie become fuckbuddies, nothing more, where Steve gets to role play as an omega and have Eddie dominate him, who seems to know that Steve wants to pretend to be cared for rather than playing the slut role he’s been doing as an alpha, and Steve actually breaks down in tears the first time Eddie calls him “good boy” and “good omega” though they both pretend he didn’t.

And you see, bitching isn’t really well known yet. It’s not really a thing that’s spoken about amongst polite society. So neither of them clock it when, as their feelings for each other grow, Steve becomes a little more emotional, a little more irrational in regards to Eddie’s attention, and they use scent blockers and neutralizers all the time to keep their affairs secret, so they don’t notice Steve’s scent changing, or the fact that he’s starting to become more than just artificially wet, or his knot doesn’t really pop like it used to because they both steadfastly had ignored it for so long to play the role right.

And it’s just not known. It’s not something that’s really spoken about, so they’d never think about it.

So no, they don’t notice anything until it’s too late, until it happens, and Steve is suddenly thrown into a spontaneous heat after an intense basketball game or something, the final stages of his transition. There was too much sweating, too much testosterone, that the blockers and neutralizers don’t really cut it anymore.

Billy makes the winning shot as the heat hits, making Steve’s legs collapse under him as slick coats his drawers and shorts, dripping down his thighs. All alpha heads suddenly towards him as his new true scent bursts out, surprise on all their faces, even hunger on some.

Billy and Tommy both take a step towards him but are forced to stop by a growl that reverberates through Steve as if it were his own as the familiar scent hits him of blockers and tobacco and weed and leather and that stupid cheap shampoo/conditioner/body wash 3-in-1 that Eddie uses as strong arms wrap around him and dark hair cascades around him.

Because he’s there. His alpha. He’s always there, hiding in the corner or under bleachers or somewhere where Steve can’t see him and he’s always there because this stupid thing between them has become so much more than either of them ever expected and he’s so protective of his omega because Steve is his omega even when he was an alpha because he was always an omega even when he wasn’t biologically.

It isn’t ideal. It far from fucking ideal, but Eddie whisks Steve away in his arms, whispering those words of praise that used to only belong in their role play, but Steve is burning up and he can’t wait can’t wait can’t wait can’t wait can’twaitcan’twaitcan’tfuckingwait—

And Eddie pulls him into classroom, locks and bars the door with desks and chairs and whatever else, and then he’s there he’s there he’stherehe’stherehe’sthere.

Eddie wants to bite, wants to mark, wants to claim, but he knows now isn’t the time so all he does is help Steve through it while he’s all but delirious from the sudden heat rewriting him completely.

Afterwards, they will talk. They will confess. They will admit. They will acknowledge that they were his alpha, his omega, and had been for longer than either of them realized. They will slink to Eddie’s car, go to Eddie’s trailer, will wash off all scents artificial and other until the them, finally just them and they will find the truth in each other. They will find a love that thrived against all odds. A love that beat fate itself.

Eddie does eventually bite him, and Steve completes it with his own, and eventually Steve gets his and his alpha’s pups like he always wanted and he can bask in the knowledge that he was exactly where he was always meant to be, with an alpha that loves and cherishes him exactly as he is, with a pack both of his own pups and the pups he all but adopted as their babysitter and real friends he gathered along the way he never thought he would be lucky enough to have.

It’s not easy at first. Of course it’s not. Something practically unheard of happened in a small conservative town like Hawkins. There were bigots and hateful people galore, and at times it even tested Steve and Eddie, but they always survived and always came out on the other side hand-in-hand and triumphant in their growing love.

They know that the best things in life are worth fighting for. And they vowed to never stop fighting. For themselves, for each other, and for everyone and everything they hold dear.

And they have fantastic sex along the way.

[kikiyoomis]

when you first met suna, the first thing you thought was that “yea he definitely smokes, drinks and fucks around.” and every time you saw him that impression only cemented itself.

your university program had this famed student run party. it was the only highlight of the new school year. people got so incredibly wasted, lost their virginity, got high as fuck… it was a party that encaptured the student body.

you were excited to go to the party, it was a chance to dress up, look sexy and maybe flirt with a couple of guys way out of your league using liquid courage. and besides you had your trustworthy friends with you, so at least you have someone watching your back… at least when they’re sober.

entering the party, the loud music pounded into your ears. people were dancing, drinking, playing games. you scanned the room looking for any familiar faces to go and talk to.

unsurprisingly, you saw suna standing around the patio with a couple of his friends and some girls. he had a red solo cup in hand while his friends smoked. the girls were all giggling and the boys’ body language seemed to give off a flirty intention.

a girl touches suna’s arm and he turns to face her, her hand slipping back to herself. he smiles and laughs and you think to yourself that if he does that more often he could easily be the most popular person on campus. he has the looks and the body it would easily attract a vast majority of people. and it already has for the most part.

‘but it’s none of my business’ you think before heading off towards your friends for a round of shots to start off the night.

drink after drink, dancing with your friends, talking with people you know you’ll never see again, it was really a fun night. so fun in fact, that you’ve ran away from your friends to hide in a dark corner kissing a man you don’t have a single clue about. no seriously. one moment you were dancing, and then the next moment you were no longer on the dance floor with your friends and instead with this man. not that you really care that much consider you’re having the best moment you’ve ever had in your entire life.

he was such a damn good kisser. after every breath you pull him back because you didn’t have enough. tongues fighting for dominance and lips bruising themselves purple with the intensity of the kiss.

“god, fuck, you’re really not gonna let me go huh,” he teases and you leave a hickey on his neck. he places a hand around your ass and leans back, bringing you down with him.

“mmm shut up and kiss me some more” you say locking your lips with his again. it was addicting and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“hey suna where are you?!” a voice calls out suddenly, startling the both of you. the two of you sat in silence, waiting for the guy to pass. you can hear him walking around the little corner you were in, making your heart beat in anxiousness. it would be so embarrassing if someone spots you two…

only when another friend tells him to forget about suna and to just go to the second party that the first guy leaves.

“i thought they’d never leave. that friend has some sense to just leave suna. he’s probably getting high somewhere…” you mumble, a little grumpy at the interruption. the guy you’re with laughs and pulls you closer to the point you’re straddling his lap.

“why? don’t want to share me?” the comment almost cures your drunken mind. despite literally locking lips with him for who knows how long you finally take a look at his face.

suna smiles smugly at you, amused at the fact that the person he’s been kissing simply never bothered to see who it was.

you sat there stunned, at a loss for words. suna leans forward and places a couple of kissing on your exposed nape, travelling upwards until he reaches the corner of your mouth.

“i’ve never been a stoner or done any drugs but i think what you’ve done to me is getting me higher than any drugs could” he teases.

“… you’ve never done drugs?” you say surprised as you mindlessly wrap your arms around his shoulders. though there wasn’t any proof that he did do them, it was just an assumption considering the crowd he involves himself with.

“the worst i do is drink since i am a professional athlete and need to care about diets and shit like that. but im such a lightweight that two drinks is all it takes to have me drunk.”

the reality was so far off of your impression of him. but then again it makes sense.

“do you do this often then? considering what we’re doing now?” you ask, purposefully leaning closer to him to the point you can feel each others breath.

“jealous are we?” he teases, pulling your hips closer to his.

“do you want the whole truth or should i just lie to get this over with so we can book a hotel room and have some fun” he asks, his hand reaching under your shirt, his finger lifting the underwire of your bra ever so slightly.

“if i ask for the whole truth is the hotel room offer still gonna be up?” you ask.

“of course, i’ll make you feel so good that even if you got blackout drunk your body will still remember everything when your mind doesn’t”

it wasn’t that you’ve never liked him, but you’ve also never hated him. he was someone you thought you would never be entangled with so you were indifferent. both of your lives were so different that there wasn’t going to be any reason the two of you would even speak. maybe it was the alcohol in your system but there’s something attracting you to him. something that makes you want to know him more and a little something that would make you sad to see him go.

“i want to know” you tell him.

“i don’t do these things with other people” he says.

“huh? but your frien-“

“my friends do, but i didn’t want to seem like the type of guy to flirt around and seem like an unfaithful partner around my crush. though i seem to have failed according to you”

you raise an eyebrow at suna who seemed to accuse you of ruining his character.

“did your crush reject you? considering you’re even willing to go to a hotel room with me” you act boldly, kissing his cheek while your hand caresses his body lower and lower. suna catches on quickly and grabs your naughty hand and presses to his mouth.

“i don’t think so but i don’t think they’re rejecting me since they’re so excited to go to the hotel room that they can’t keep their hands off of me”

[gloomwitchwrites]

Tattoo Artist Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader

Chapter Specific Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): canon-typical violence, flashback, blood and injury, swearing

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Part Twenty-Two of Ink & Needle

Simon relives the past. Evie goes to Simon for help. Price and 141 come for another visit.

Chapter Twenty-One // Chapter Twenty-Three

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It’s raining.

Simon can hear it pattering against the steel roof. He stands on the edge of a fracted concrete slab, staring down into darkness. Even the rain collects here, falling from the opening in the roof several stories up.

This is the only light Simon has. The rest of the building is utterly dark.

Walsh is here. Somewhere. Slinking through the inky blackness like a tentacled beast awaiting its next meal.

The fucker is cornered, and he knows it. Walsh blew the goddamn fuse box, shoving the abandoned construction site into complete darkness. It’s not ideal—but Simon has worked in far harsher conditions.

Simon had the advantage—the element of surprise. He seized it, only for Walsh to run when one of his conspirators shot off at Simon suddenly and without warning. The bullet only grazed Simon’s upper arm. Nothing more.

They’re all dead now.

All but Walsh.

Simon made sure of it. He did it slowly, using the shadows to his advantage, becoming a violent mist that struck with sharpened blade. Those men are just puddles of blood and vacant eyes.

Twirling his knife end-over-end, Simon considers his next move. Walsh’s only escape is on foot, and even in that the man is fucked. Simon managed to nick the back of Walsh’s leg just before he disappeared. Best case scenario, Simon struck a tendon. Unlikely—but Walsh isn’t going to make it far on foot, not with this rain and an injured leg.

Simon’s cold gaze surveys the building around him.

It’s just one of many properties Walsh owns, but knowing which was always the hard part. The man hides behind fake companies and even faker names. Connecting them back to him took the most effort. This place is just storage—a building to conceal what you don’t want found.

“Where are you?” murmurs Simon, cleaning the blood off his blade against his pant leg.

Walsh is unpredictable when he’s cornered. The man turns into a wild animal. All raised fur and sharpened teeth. This is the Walsh that’s dangerous. The one that will do anything to escape.

Stepping away from the edge, Simon submerges himself into the shadows. He backtracks, stepping over bodies along the way, boots silent as he walks. The rain picks up as Simon enters a partially completed stairwell. There are walls and stairs, but no roof or railings.

He is unprotected from the rain, and the water soaks into his clothes, the fabric sticking to his skin. Most of his body is unprotected, but this isn’t an infiltration, and backup is far away. The opportunity appeared suddenly, and Simon seized it with both hands, ready to choke. Simon made himself a false friend to Walsh, and that is the only reason Simon is this close to victory.

Three years.

Three fucking years since Simon started tracking this fucker.

Three years of endless searching. Endless infiltrations. Endless missions. Simon got close. Moved in. And now he’s fucking here, ready to finish the job.

And he will.

He fucking will.

Simon exits the stairwell and returns to the slim light trailing in from the hole in the roof. There’s a sharp illumination, a flash of white, followed by the cracking boom of thunder. The metal around him lights up, soaking up and reflecting the lightning.

Simon inhales, the scent of rain seeping through the soaked balaclava.

He glances upward, and squints just as another flash of lightning illuminates the space.

Above him—four levels up—is a shadow of a man.

Simon doesn’t wait for the next bolt of lightning. He turns back into the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time. His heart pounds in his chest—adrenaline spiking. Blood rushes through his limbs, muscles tense and poised for action.

The next flash of lightning comes, but—no. Not white. Not bright.

This is hot. This is heat.

This is flame.

The building shakes and Simon slips, sliding down the stairs, eventually landing on his knee as a resounding boom vibrates his bones.

“Fuck!” cries Simon as his knee strikes concrete. It’s a sharp crack that shoots up his leg and goes right to his head.

Rolling to the side, Simon presses himself against the wall, protecting his head as everything shudders around him. The rattling tapers out—and the moment Simon’s teeth aren’t rattling around in his head—he pushes to an upright position.

The first step is agony. He can hardly bend his fucking knee.

Hissing sharply with every step, Simon continues to climb, emerging onto the fourth level as a rising wave of nausea hits him.

The wispy tendrils of smoke come first before the heat. Simon cautiously walks forward, circumventing a slab of slanted concrete.

Behind it is fire. There is so much of it. Climbing the walls, complete undampened by the rain.

What the fuck did Walsh set off?

Simon’s intelligence said that this place might be storing chemicals, not weapons. But it didn’t say what kinds of chemicals.

A nearby beam falls from its mooring and crashes to the floor. Simon takes a step back, and then the world is tipping. Spinning.

Simon didn’t hear him. Didn’t see Walsh coming.

There are strong arms around him, shoving him down.

Simon’s training clicks into place, and he surrenders to the push, falling into it. When Simon’s back hits the ground, he rolls with the momentum, shoving Walsh off of him. Walsh tumbles away, rolling through a small patch of fire, before skidding to a stop on his side.

Simon pushes up to standing just as Walsh regains his footing. His black hair is a soaked mess, lips a snarl. Simon always thought that Walsh looked like a crow. All sharpness and talon.

“You fucking betrayed me,” screams Walsh, spittle flying from his lips.

He takes a step, staggering slightly. The sleeve of Walsh’s jacket smokes. In his right fist is a crowbar.

“Always planned on it,” replies Simon coldly.

The crowbar gently swings with Walsh’s swaying form. He hefts the metal up, pointing the bent end at Simon. “I’m gonna kill you. Take your eyes. Feed them to my fucking dogs.”

Simon says nothing. He remains still, knife clutched in his fist. It’s the only true protection he has.

“And then I’m going to kill every person you love,” continues Walsh, eyes widening slightly as he talks. “Everyone you’ve ever cared about.” Walsh lowers the crowbar. “Even the dead ones.” He laughs, the sound manic and high. “What’s a bit of graverobbing, yeah?” Walsh grins. “You can add it to the fucking list of grievances.”

“You’re not walking out of here alive,” says Simon, keeping his tone calm.

Price and the rest of the team are on their way with additional forces. Simon can kill the man, but it’ll be much easier once everyone else arrives. He just needs to play this right, to keep Walsh occupied for a bit or until the wanker tires himself out.

Either way, Walsh is a dead man.

Walsh shakes his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, mate.” He starts walking forward, the crowbar swinging. Walsh twists his wrist and the metal bar comes upward for him to grasp it like a bat. “I always fucking win.”

Simon steps to the side as Walsh brings the bar down. The man grunts. Staggers. Turns back in Simon’s direction.

Pushing the advantage, Simon shoves the knife forward with a quick slashing gesture. Walsh dodges, the metal of the blade harshly sliding against the crowbar. Sparks fly as the two metals meet.

Walsh swings again. Simon grabs the crowbar just above Walsh’s hands, holding it at bay.

“Fuck you!” screams Walsh, kicking out.

He connects with Simon’s injured knee. Simon staggers. His hand slips a bit on the crowbar.

“Fucking bastard,” spits Walsh, kicking out again, striking Simon in the chest.

Simon’s hold on the crowbar remains but he goes down, the two men stumbling to the concrete floor.

They are a tangle of limbs. Walsh gnashes his teeth, chomping at Simon as if to tear away flesh. Simon’s elbow connects with Walsh’s jaw. The man’s head snaps back and Simon slices the knife through the air.

The blade tears up Walsh’s neck, drawing blood. It isn’t much. Not nearly enough.

Walsh pushes off Simon, clutching his throat as he takes up the crowbar and swings again.

This time, the bent end connects, digging into Simon’s leg. Screaming, Simon lunges for it, intending to rip it out of his leg.

“No you fucking don’t,” snarls Walsh, yanking on the crowbar.

Simon scream again. Muscle and tendon are tearing. Nerves severing as Walsh drags Simon’s by his leg across the floor.

“I’m not done with you,” growls Walsh, yanking again.

Simon growls and lunges forward, grabbing onto the crowbar. The two men fight for dominance and control.

Walsh lashes out with his fist. Simon jerks to the side, and then thrusts his head forward, cracking his forehead against Walsh’s nose.

Blood bursts across Walsh’s face. The man stumbles back, falling on his ass.

With a guttural cry, Simon changes his angle on the crowbar, tugging it free. A black pool begins to form beneath Simon’s leg.

Groaning, Simon turns onto his side, pushes up to sitting with both hands. Grabbing his knife, Simon staggers to his feet just as Walsh steadies himself.

Simon charges, knocking into Walsh, blade pointed forward.

The knife goes in clean. Perfectly slips between ribs, missing bone, and meeting tender flesh.

Walsh screams, and then laughs—fucking laughs. The sound is choked. Garbled. But it’s not just Walsh who screams. They’re both screaming, staring into each other’s eyes as all that pent up rage and anger emerges like a storm.

A knee shoves into Simon’s stomach, and then the two men are up again. Simon’s knife is still lodged in Walsh’s chest.

The rest is all fists. Blurry. Bloody.

At some point Simon’s back and arms burn, the clothes singed and partially melted. He’s not sure when it happens. Everything is growing fuzzy, and his leg doesn’t want to move. It drags behind Simon with every swing of his fist.

Walsh’s hands slide around Simon’s throat. Using his weight, Simon drives forward, moving like a rugby player, pushing Walsh closer and closer to the edge.

Walsh’s mouth is moving, but there are no words.

It’s a buzzing. Like an alarm.

Like—

Simon’s eyes snap open. He’s greeted by the ceiling. The burns beneath the tattoos are warm as if the dream renewed the long-forgotten pain.

And that buzzing.

“Fucking hell,” groans Simon, sitting up, and grabbing his phone off the bedside table.

Bravo whines and places his head on Simon’s leg, his large dark eyes tinged with worry.

Simon opens up the doorbell app on his phone, checking to see who is out on the street wanting entrance. He checks the time and balks.

“Shit,” mutters Simon, swinging his legs out of bed. Bravo grumbles his annoyance but doesn’t move from his spot.

The quality isn’t great but there’s a woman standing outside. All he can see is a coat and her figure. He can’t tell if it’s you, but it might be.

Simon hits the button that unlocks the downstairs door and shuts off his phone. Standing, his bad knee stretches, resisting movement. He stretches a bit, and then heads for the front door.

Someone is banging on it before Simon even makes it across the living room.

He unlocks the deadbolts, and swings the door wide, expecting that it might be you and you’ve simply lost your key.

But it’s not you. It’s—

“Evie?” breathes Simon, his sudden excitement dimming to an extinguished flame.

She is rain-soaked. Trembling. Her brown eyes are large and round. Simon tastes fear and desperation in the air.

Something is wrong.

“I’m sorry,” she says quickly. “I know it’s late. But I have no one else to turn to. The police aren’t doing anything and I—”

“Come inside,” says Simon, softly, taking a step back.

Evie swallows hard, her hands clasped in front of her chest as she takes a hesitant step into Simon’s flat. He shuts the door behind her, locking the deadbolts.

“Sit here,” he instructs, gesturing toward the kitchen table. “I’ll make tea.”

“Simon,” she starts.

“Tea first, and then we’ll talk.”

Evie only nods, removing her coat to hang on the back of the chair. Simon fills the electric kettle and turns it on. Striding into the living room, he snags a blanket off the couch, and offers it to Evie.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, unfolding it slowly to drape over her shoulders.

Simon returns to the kitchen, preparing what he can for the tea. This concerns you. He knows it deep in his bones. But as much as Simon wants answers—craves them like a cigarette after sex—he needs to be fucking calm about this. He needs to be the clear-headed one.

When the kettle goes off, Simon makes each of them tea, spooning the perfect amount of milk and sugar into both. Simon sets a mug down in front of Evie and then decides to settle in the seat across from her.

“What happened?” he asks.

Evie’s mouth opens. Closes. She bites her lips and stares down into her cup.

“Start wherever you need,” says Simon. “Take your time.”

Time is never on anyone’s side. He is fully aware that time is your greatest friend and enemy. Even a few seconds are crucial.

Evie takes a deep, shuddering breath. “She should have been home yesterday. It’s not like her to not call if she’s running late.” She pauses, taking a moment to drink some tea. “I called. Texted. Nothing. Would go out to the house but I have Lillian to think of.”

“What time was she supposed to be home?”

“Around dinner,” answers Evie after a few seconds. “Still no word. No phone calls. No texts.” Evie sighs. “I went to the police station this morning but they shrugged it off. Said it’s too soon to file a missing person’s report.”

“Have you tried contacting anyone else?” asks Simon. His grip on his cup is the only thing grounding him right now.

Evie nods. “I contacted the estate agent. She said she’s go out there and check.” Tears begin to form in the corners of Evie’s eyes. “Haven’t heard anything. When I call her it goes straight to voicemail.”

Evie glances up from staring into her mug. “I’m worried. That’s why I came.”

“You did the right thing,” replies Simon. “I’ll go check.”

Her sigh of relief is palpable, as if the burden of it is a physical thing. “Thank you, Simon. I—”

“Finish your tea,” interrupts Simon. “I need to make a few calls.”

Glass crunches under Simon’s boots. Some of it shines in the morning light. Other pieces shine red.

The patio door is completely shattered, the glass strewn over the living room and lawn. In the middle of the floor is a deep pool of dark red liquid. And in that pool are two bodies.

Neither of them is you—thank fuck, but it’s hardly reassuring.

You are not here. You are—wherever you are.

Simon stares down at the two dead women. There’s a hammer near the blonde, the bludgeoning end covered in brain matter and gore. This is the estate agent and her assistant. They came to check after all at Evie’s request.

And they walked right into their deaths.

“Fucking hell,” mutters Captain Price, bending at the knees, observing the two lifeless women.

Kyle and Johnny are near the kitchen. Gaz is slowly shuffling through the paperwork on the kitchen counter while Johnny slowly walks the entryway with a torch. Simon doesn’t think they’ll find anything important.

This doesn’t have to do with Evie at all. Or Archie.

Not at the moment anyway.

This is about Simon. This is about Walsh.

It is about revenge, and the spirit of the chase in pursuit of that excellent vengeance.

Simon walks the perimeter of the dark pool, coming to a stop next to Price. He crosses his arms over his chest, gaze downward.

“Good thing you called us,” says Price, voice gruff. He comes to a standing position, a frown on his face. He turns to Gaz and Johnny. “Found anything?”

“Nope,” comes Soap’s response as he shines his torch up and down the staircase.

Gaz shrugs. “Not sure,” he replies. “This is mostly paperwork about selling the house. Don’t think Walsh is after that.”

“He’s not after the house,” growls Simon.

Price glances at him. “Simon.”

He’s trying to remind Simon to be calm—to chill the fuck out. But Simon is anything but calm. He’s fucking fuming.

“Walsh is after me,” says Simon, gaze locking with Price’s.

“Then why didn’t he come after you?” counters Price, shrugging. “You’re a civilian now. Why not surprise you in your home?”

Simon snorts but it’s not with amusement. “Think Walsh wants to make this quick?” He gestures toward the dead women.

Price doesn’t even glance at them. “These two were in the way. Likely surprised them.”

“Sure,” agrees Simon. “But he wants to hurt me first. To cause pain before he strikes.”

“We’ll find her,” sighs Price. “Maybe she escaped?”

“She would have turned up somewhere. Made contact with someone.” Simon shakes his head. “Walsh has her.”

“We don’t know that, Simon.”

Simon is ready to snap a reply, to show some teeth. This is about him, but it’s also about you. Walsh can have anything, but he can’t have you. You are the only thing Simon has ever truly wanted. The only person he’s craved to the point of obsession.

Life does not seem complete without you.

Letting you go is not an option.

“Captain!” calls Johnny.

Simon and Price snap to attention, their bodies shifting in Soap’s direction. There are solid footsteps, and then Johnny appears around the corner, coming to a stop next to Kyle. He clicks off the torch and places it on the kitchen counter. In his other hand is a large stack of mail. He gently sets the mail down, and spreads them out, making sure each envelope is on full display.

Simon takes a step forward. He’s not sure why he’s moving. Something is telling him to, wrapping around him like a string, and tugging.

Johnny lifts an envelope and holds it up. Frowning, he turns it around. “It’s addressed to Simon.”

He closes the distance in seconds, snatching the letter out of Johnny’s hand. It’s simple parchment. Slightly faded and weather-worn. There is no postage. No address. Just Simon’s full name.

“Simon,” says Price, almost cautiously, as if he doesn’t want Simon to open it.

He ignores Price, tearing it open.

There is a single piece of paper inside. It’s thin—nearly translucent. With slightly shaking fingers, Simon withdraws it from the envelope.

Come and find her. – KW.

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

ANGST WARNING: How would Ace!Tav react to Astarion dying and being unable to revive him? Or vice versa -- how would Astarion react?

A/N: There is actually a lot to this, so here is a headcanon in three parts. Apologies for the length.

Warnings: Gore, Blood, Passively Suicidal Thoughts, Major Character Death, Heavy Angst

Astarion x Ace!Tav Masterlist

How Ace!Tav Would React to Astarion Dying and Unable to be Revived

In order for this to happen, it would be sudden and unexpected

There would be no preparing for his death

They always thought Astarion would outlive them, he's an immortal vampire, but, more importantly, he's a survivor, always has been

I'm thinking he'd have to be burned up in the sun or something else like it; revivify and raise dead both require a body and the sun would turn him into ash

Maybe he gets caught by surprise, maybe Tav can’t get to him in time or maybe he pushed them out of the way of a blast; the result is the same

No final words, no last touches, there’s nothing left, not even a body

Tav wouldn’t be able to move, the rest of the world going fuzzy at the edges and silent

It would take another party to get them to move, literally dragging them away from the scene like dead weight

It’s takes them several moments to come to their senses, to fight back because he can’t just be gone

There has to be something left, something they could use to bring him back

If it’s an ally with them then they’d hold them back telling them they need to get somewhere safe

They would be in full denial, trying desperately to think of something, anything, this can’t be how it ends

But there’s nothing, not a single thing they can do

Once that realization dawns, they just go numb

They spent so much of their life just surviving; they don’t want to go back to that, not when they finally had a taste of what it was to live

They’re just so tired, maybe it would be easier to just…sleep

Even the thought of revenge is too daunting, what would be the point? Astarion would still be gone. Can’t they just rest?

It would take their friends to pull them out of it

I imagine Lae’zel and Shadowheart specifically would lay into them about just giving up. What would Astarion say if he saw them like this?

Tag can well imagine, they can all but hear his voice in their ear

“And you call me dramatic,” he tells them. “Flattering as it is to know you miss me, there's still work to be done. Now get up.”

They want to ignore the words, but they have their own survival instincts to contend with

It’s a slow process

The first several months it’s an ordeal just to eat, but they do

Gale, Shadowheart, Wyll, Karlach, Lae’zel, they all take turns checking in, making sure they’re okay

Gale maybe even has them come to stay in Waterdeep just to keep a better eye on them and keep them away from the memories associated with Baldur’s Gate

It’s a kind gesture and one that slowly starts to pay off

They're able to watch a sunrise again without the urge to weep

They sometimes come in to talk during Gale's lectures, recounting some of their exploits with a smile

They never fully recover, their music isn’t quite as lively, there seems to be a spark missing behind their eyes, but they find a way to survive

They have their friends and find solace in knowing they’re not alone

Eventually they go on the road again, taking in every sight and sound, imaging Astarion seeing it with them

They never fall in love again, they knew that they never would and don’t try to force it

Still, they live; it’s brutal work, but they can’t stop now

How Astarion Would React to Ace!Tav Dying and Unable to be Revived (Dying of Old Age Edition)

Couple different options with this one

I picture Ace!Tav as human, so Astarion outliving them was part of the deal when they got together

All the same Ace!Tav dying of old age vs. dying suddenly and horribly, are going to spark two very different reactions

If they die of old age, Astarion has a much longer time to prepare

There's no hiding getting old, even if Astarion makes jokes about them being with a man four or three times their age

Tav is there to help him through it, even as they're lying on their death bed with him beside them the entire time

They don't want him to try and bring them back; they told him as much

They want him to keep going, to keep living, to find love again after they're gone

Astarion doesn't want to hear it, he doesn't want to think about them being gone even when they both know it's coming

One human life time wasn't nearly enough, he wants more, he always wants more

But the end does come and when Tav finally slips away, all he can do is weep

He wouldn't be alone though, he has friends, strange as it might have once been to admit

Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Shadowheart, and Lae'zel would all find their own way to help him as they too grieve the loss of their friend

He's not the easiest to deal with, he lashes out, he argues, he pushes, he finds himself crying at unexpected moments and mortified at himself for doing so

He wishes he could talk to Tav about all these emotions drowning him and ends up curled up on the floor all over again

But somebody is there to help him back up again

He can’t stay in their home anymore, too many memories bombard him every waking moment

Gale offers for him to come to Waterdeep for a time, but Astarion refuses

He needs to get out, go somewhere far away, someplace he’s never been before

So, one day, he packs a bag and just starts walking

The only thing of Tav’s he takes is a that damned violin, they did try so very hard to teach him how to play, but he always was a better audience

Still he can’t bring himself to leave it behind

He doesn’t know where he’s going or what he’s even doing, but he keeps going anyway

One of the nights, months into his travels, a bard plays at the inn where he's staying

He recognizes the melody, one of Tav's compositions

He had finally convinced Tav to write down some of their music, and even publish a few; this one isn't one of them

The bard plays it differently, emphasizing different words and finding a new meaning while still keeping the integrity of the song

He can all but hear Tav’s contemplative approval as they grin in that “I told you so” sort of way

The best ones live in memory after all

The bard is good, reminding him of Tav in so many different ways

He's not sure what exactly possess him to do it, but he offers them the violin, telling them that it's been a long time since he saw somebody play it properly, maybe they'd like a go

Gods do they play it,

Light and music flow from the instrument, evoking the same vivid display Tav had show him all those years ago

Astarion then leaves without a word, leaving the violin behind for the bard to take

He finally understands what Tav tried to explain to him, how much of themselves they put into their music and how even as the interpretations may change it’s still them

So, he keeps going, keeping their memory alive in what ways he can, mostly as an anonymous patron to promising young bards; he’s always been a better audience anyway

Years later he even meets that first bard, the one he gifted the violin; they turned to be a great performer and was thankful to finally track down the man who put them on that path

They form a true friendship, one that lasts years and allows Astarion to know he can form new relationships

Slowly, Tav's death doesn’t hurt the way it used to

They’ll never fully leave his heart; they were his first in so many ways

It would take him years, possibly even centuries to finally fulfill that final promise to love again, but he does

He’s a survivor by nature, but Gods does it feel good to live

How Astarion Would React to Ace!Tav Dying and Unable to be Revived (Dying Suddenly and Horribly Edition)

This can only end in blood

They're in a middle of a battle, something bigger and worse than they anticipated

Both are skilled in their own way, but they each know their strength lies in stealth and surprise, neither of which they have facing this threat

Astarion was sure they were safe, he was watching their back and vice versa as they had for years

He doesn't see exactly what happens, all he knows is one moment his love was standing in front of him and the next, they're pulp on the floor

Air leaves his lungs, the rest of the world fades as all that exist is their blood in his nose and their desecrated body and then everything goes red

He uses everything at his disposal, knives, nails, teeth; more blood fills the air, his body is covered in it to the point he can't even grip his daggers and just uses his teeth

He doesn't stop until the only thing breathing in the room is him

He then goes to Tav's body, and wraps what's left of it in any cloth he can find; he's not leaving them here, there has to be a way to fix it, to bring them back

He finds a place he can keep them, using what magic he can to preserve the remains of their body until he can find a better solution

He reaches out to any contact he has begging for help, surely their friends would come to their aid

What he gets is all but useless, no answers, no solutions, nothing but empty apologies and condolences

They even have the audacity to them him to let Tav go

They don't understand, they never could

After everything he'd been through, Tav was the first real happiness he found; 200 years of torture and just six months with them was enough to counterweight all that misery

He'd had years since then, and now they were just gone

How could anyone expect him to let that go, not when he had expected a life time with them

Their time together was already limited, he would not be cheated into giving up more; the world didn't get to do that to him

He curses his so called friends, burying himself in necromancy and tomes trying to find a solution

There may still be a way, a much darker way, one that would require sacrifice, but it would be worth it whatever the price

He knew that about himself the moment he started to fall for Tav, there was no telling what things he'd be willing to do, all for them

There is a part of him that hesitates, a little voice inside his head telling him to stop, that he can be better

It's the same voice that told him not to ascend, one he curses just as deeply as the rest of them

If he had ascended none of this would have happened; he would have been able to keep Tav safe, he could have made it so not even time could touch them

He had hesitated then, but he won't now

He'll find a way to bring them back and make sure they never leave him again

[wayfayrr]

I see your human!reader and raise you: the Chain struggling to find food they can actually eat, reader feeling terrible and maybe a bit like a burden because of it, and getting into a dangerous situation in order to make it up to them

Source: the Owl House :)

I'm so sorry that this took so long to answer!! I've been quite busy recently but while I haven't watched the owl house I hope this does what you wanted justice, it got out of hand the more I wrote!!! I've heard it's great I just don't really watch shows :( Fair warning this got way more angsty then I planned for it too, with reader being pretty flippant about their own safety than they really should be, there's a brief not very detailed description of gore too. (it's also fairly wars centric towards the end)

[masterlist]

“[Name]! So wind and I’ve just been to the village right? I think I’ve finally found something I can cook that you should be able to eat! It was quite expensive but I’m sure it’ll be worth it for you!” 

“We looked around for ages, so if you can’t eat this then there might not be anything in Hyrule that you can eat!”

Wind means well with what he’s saying; I know that Wild does too, they don’t mean to make me feel bad - I think they don’t anyway. Not like they really need to try with how much of a burden to them I am. Buying expensive supplies just for me? When they’re already struggling to afford their own basic supplies, now I’m just adding unnecessary costs for them. Don’t get me started with the looks of pity they give me either. 

“Thank you both but, please don’t go spending so much on me.”

“But we have to find something you can eat, you’ll just be a… It’s not good for you to starve!”

That - that’s the closest any of them have gotten to saying it outright, they really do just see me as a burden - they aren’t even trying to hide it now. No wonder I’ve always been kept to the side in any fights, Hyrule can’t heal me so I’d just be deadweight if I got hurt, I can’t fight like they can really all I’m good for is as a meat shield to defend them from magic. “Hey [name], are you alright? You zoned out a bit there…”

“Oh, yeah I just - I think I just need to have some time alone if that’s alright? I’ll make sure to stay in distance of the camp.”

“As long as you’re careful and not there too long, I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll tell the others for you.”

I hope he doesn’t.

He seemed content with how I nodded at him, so I should be in the clear to go and just vanish for a while even if it’s just to pretend I’m not causing them issues for a little while.

It doesn’t feel like it takes me long to get to a nice place to sit, so it should still be pretty close to camp - not that they should be worried for me. Somewhere nice and open to sit next to a gentle babbling brook, it’s calm and I’m alone, everything I need at the moment.

Shit - how did I not see a sleeping lynel!? No no, not now I don’t even have a weapon! … What if I did kill it though - their parts can be sold for a fortune… I could pay my way and prove I’m not just useless. Even if I don’t - well they won’t have to worry about me in that case.

It hasn’t seemed to notice me yet, maybe there’s a chance I can come back from it. If I just stay low and as silent as I can then I should be able to jump it. 

Stay quiet, take its weapon. Wow, that’s a lot lighter than Wild makes it out to be. Now to just - Just go for its neck! I - I actually managed to slit its throat!

IT’S STILL ALIVE!?

Okay. OKAY! Its movements are sluggish and it seems to be bleeding out so just get away from it - 

Why - why can’t I feel my arm properly? Why is my shoulder so wet all of a -! The pain hit harder than a truck every nerve on my left side feels like it’s being set ablaze, there wasn’t a single hope of keeping in the scream I just let out, one I didn’t even realise had ripped its way from my throat. Tilting my head down to see the cause; suddenly my body feeling nothing but raw visceral pain suddenly makes a lot more sense than before. The stupid thing cut half through my shoulder with my arm now hanging limply by my side. 

“[NAME]! WHAT ARE YOU DOING - YOU’VE BEEN MISSING FOR HOURS - WHAT Did you - [name]!?”

Wars is here..? Didn’t Wild say I was going off for a bit? Why would he be looking for me? I can’t be worth so much that he’d go off on his own to look for me.

“Oh goddesses [name] what - no, no, no stay awake, you’ve got to stay with me darling.”

“‘m awake… ‘m - still ‘ere…”

Is that really what I sound like right now…  I sound so slurred… like - like how people on tv sounded when they were. Oh.

I’m bleeding out and delirious then, no wonder Wars is ‘here’, he’s just my brain giving me one last happy memory before I kick the bucket. Isn’t that wonderful, to spend my last moments hallucinating my unreciprocated crush caring for me. Closing my eyes feels all too easy, even when I’m about to drift off it still feels as if he’s holding me, maybe this won’t be too bad?

“[Name] don’t you DARE close your eyes, you - I’m not losing anyone else I care about - I can't lose you… I haven't even-”

A harsh slap to the face after a shaky breath - one that feels all too real - has me reconsidering things, the feeling of something tears dropping onto my face is the thing that finally has me opening my eyes despite how hard it is to do so. 

“I - I have some bandages, a potio- no that’s not going to help you I’ve got bandages I just need you to talk to me while I use them, so I know you aren’t close to passing out. You’re going to make it out of this - I need you to make it out of this.”

The agony of him adjusting my arm to bind it, well it’s proof that I am still very much alive. If he really wants me to talk… well then I might as well try to get some answers out of him.

“Why - why ‘re you - wh’ ‘d you come lookin’ fr me?”

“You - vanished for hours without a word, did you really think none of us would get worried? Even if none of the others would, I will always come for you.”

“Hm’ wild said he w’s gonna tell the rs’ o’ you… b’sides ‘m just a burden ‘nt I? Wil’ pretty muh said i’.”

“...Wild. but why would he risk - he wouldn’t put you in the… Don’t worry about what wild says he’s lying, you’re not a burden, even if you were. You’re one I would choose to carry every day for the rest of my life without a single regret. Don’t let what he says get to you, darling.”

Murderous, that’s the best way I could hope to describe the look on his face, it’s like he wants wild dead. His bandages seem to have stopped the bleeding though, so while I still feel lightheaded I should live as long as the wound doesn’t get infected. 

“Wai’ why’r you callin’ me darlin’? ‘M not - you’r…”

A little smirk crossed his face then barely lasting long enough for me to just notice it before it was replaced by concern, did I forget something, I mean it’s not impossible that I also hit my head right? Right?

“But you’re my partner, honeybee, we’ve been together for a few days now - you - you can’t have forgotten that right? If that’s the only price for you surviving, I mean we can always just make better memories. You - You’re still alive and that’s the most important thing.”

Well that’s not impossible, I know I’ve had feelings for him for a while so if he did ask I would’ve said yes…

“We can remake the memories later after you recover. You know I’m so glad that human blood flows slower than ours, those precious few extra seconds are literally lifesaving.”

He’s just babbling to himself now, must’ve been stressed over me; now that I’m safer it’s all just draining out of him. The way he’s clinging to me and shaking shows that fairly well too, like he doesn’t plan to let me out of his arms for a long while. 

“Please never do this ever again, I don’t even know what you were planning but you could’ve died [name], you could’ve died and I wouldn’t have had a chance to say goodbye. Please you have to explain why when you’re better. Please promise me you’ll tell me why.”

“I will Wars, I swear.”

“...That’s all I needed to hear, thank you darling.”

[heretodestroyou]

jamie tartt x rojas!reader where she’s dani’s twin or younger sister and is scared about tell him she’s dating jamie but ofc he’s just over the moon about it 🥹🥹🫶

felicidades!

pairing; jamie tartt x rojas!fem!reader (romantic), dani rojas x sister!reader (platonic/familial)

w/c; 1.08k

fandom; ted lasso (apple tv)

trigger/content warnings; my half-baked spanish, a little swearing, jamie being a clueless himbo, dani being a ray of sunshine,

stella speaks! this prompt is so adorable, i hope i’ve done it justice!! set somewhere after 2x03

Jamie feels bad.

He knows how close you are with your brother. He knows how much you hate keeping secrets from him. But he’s also grateful.

He’s only been back at Richmond for a couple months, and many of the boys are still wary around him. He doesn’t blame them, but they’re all so fiercely protective of you that his biggest worry what’ll happen to him, to your relationship when the cat is let out of the bag.

Your biggest worry is how Dani will take it. Dani isn’t the stereotypical ‘i’ll-kill-anyone-who-looks-at-her’ big brother, but he does take shielding you from the press very seriously. And dating Jamie Tartt? That’ll put you right in the spotlight.

The both of you are reaching the end of your rope, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide it.

So Jamie does the only thing he can think of. He talks to Ted.

He takes his time changing after training, carefully packing everything in his bag, a flimsy but effective way to stay after everyone has gone. He also keeps an eye on Roy, whom he’s paranoid knows Jamie is hiding something.

But the older player simply strolls past him, ignoring him as usual, and after Jamie strains his ears to make sure he’s gone, he bolts into Ted and Coach Beard’s office.

Ted looks up from his computer with a start, Beard’s attention suddenly also on Jamie. He feels the heat rise in his cheeks, but Ted simply smiles. “What can I do for you today, Jamie?”

Jamie takes a breath, and right before he speaks, he spots Nathan coming back in the locker room. He closes the door gently, turning back to the two men.

“I’m gonna be totally honest, I’ve been dating Y/n for two months now,” he starts, and Ted leans forward.

“But the thing is, nobody else except for Keeley knows. She really wants to tell Dani, and she’s not telling him because I asked her not to, but I can tell she really wants to, but what if the team beats me up? Like what if Dani is still mad at me for being such a twat and he gets the whole team to beat me up? Roy especially, he would like totally punch me in the balls and then Dani would make me break up with Y/n, but I don’t want to break up with her, but I also don’t want to get beat up, y’know?” Jamie rushes, his words tripping over each other.

Ted takes it in, leaning back in his chair and nodding. After a few moments of silence, he turns to Coach Beard.

“Coach?” He asks.

“Yeah, Coach?” Beard answers, eyes not leaving the chess game on his phone.

“Do me a favor, Coach.” Ted asks, starting to smile.

“Anything, Coach.”

Ted’s grin widens. “Call the Diamond Dogs together please Coach.”

Beard gives a nod. “You got it Coach.”

Jamie looks between them, not a clue as to what’s happening, when Nathan glides into the room, seating himself on the shelf next to Jamie. Jamie looks at Ted in confusion, but Ted just keeps smiling.

A minute later, Higgins also enters the room and gives Jamie a nod. Simultaneously, the four men start barking, and Jamie’s ready to leave when Ted speaks again.

“Fellas, turns out Beard was right. Jamie is dating mini-Rojas,” Ted says, and for the second time in five minutes, Jamie’s face heats up.

“Problem is,” Ted continues, “he’s not sure how well that’ll go over with the team, and frankly, neither am I. Ideas?”

Jamie raises his hand, and Ted points at him. “Yes, Mr. Tartt?”

“First off, the fuck is happening. Second, the fuck is happening?” Jamie asks, tucking his hands under his shirt.

Higgins grins. “We are the Diamond Dogs, and we are here to help! With your dilemma. Your Rojas Hassle, of you will.”

Jamie shook his head. “Whatever. Do I tell him or not?”

Nathan raises his hand. “Well, what I see the worst-case scenario being is the team ices you out for maybe another couple months. Do you think Y/n will side with you during that?”

Jamie twists his fingers under his shirt. “I mean, I hope so. I would be sad if she didn’t y’know cause— well she…” he trails off, his head filled with his favorite memories of the two of you.

“She inspires me to be a better person, and I think even if we had to break up cause Dani said so, I would still want to be better for her and then if I am better maybe Dani and the team’ll see that and they’ll let us date again?” Jamie looks up, glancing around the room.

Ted slaps his hand on the table. “Well lookee there, I think you’ve solved your own problem! And with limited help from us! I declare the Diamond Digs meeting over!”

Jamie begins to smile, a bit of the weight on his shoulders lifted. His smile faded when every other person in the room begins to bark, and with an eye roll, he leaves.

When he gets out, the cool breeze biting at his face, he sees you, waiting by your car. You’re chatting with your brother, who’s telling some sort of training story. His hands are flailing everywhere, and you’re giggling.

He takes a deep breath, then walks over. When he reaches you, he snakes an arm around your waist. You look up at him, the question in your eyes.

When he nods, that inquiry on your face is replaced with his favorite look: that shine of joy in your eyes, and you turn back to your brother.

Jamie takes a breath to explain, but before he can, Dani hugs him. “¡Felicidades! ¡Bienvenido a la familia, cuñado!”

Jamie looks to you for the translation, and smiles slightly when he notices your face buried in your hands. “Something you want to tell me, love?” He asks.

“He called you his brother-in-law,” you say, your voice heavy with embarrassment and muffled by your hands. Jamie’s grin widens.

“Should we plan the wedding then?” He asks. You groan loudly. Dani suddenly turns serious, and Jamie gulps. Has he overstepped?

“Por favor, do not make me wear those horrible dress shoes,” he says, his hands clasped together in front of him.

This causes you to laugh, and Jamie’a grin reappears.

The reaction Dani had was certainly not the reaction he forsaw, but it was definitely better than the one he expected.

[sexy-opium-ravioli]

Hello! Could I please have a oneshot of Finn the human and his human female companion adventuring somewhere in the wilderness when suddenly it begins to rain and they’re forced to take shelter in a small cave for the night? And because they didn’t think they’d have to camp out they didn’t bring anything to keep warm with, so they have to cuddle each other. Confession ensues? Or not?? Idk do with it what you will. Thank you!!!!

Hey! I finally got around to answering asks again! So sorry for the wait my love. I know I haven't been uploading frequently enough, but I will soon be in a situation that is a lot better for my mental health. I figured that I'm writing for an older Finn instead of a younger one, but it's still before the Treehouse gets fucking blasted lmao <3 Anyways, i hope you enjoy!

Finn x fem! reader:

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Rain, as with anything in the land of Ooo, is its own wild card. Who knew that a thousand years of healing from radioactivity would produce knife storms, a land full of wizards, or dungeons filled with treasures? Who knew that one bad thing could create so much?

The rain that caught you and Finn however, turned out to be just normal. And although strolling through the rain was fun when one didn’t have anything to do on their itinerary, you and Finn did have somewhere to go. Dungeon dates were common, as they were a fun activity between two people who love danger, adventure, or just the general rush of adrenaline. And halfway through the journey from the treehouse to the entrance of the abandoned palace in which this dungeon supposedly started (which was still a day’s journey away), it started to pour sheets on the both of you. The sky turned dark and lighting would expand itself across the sky like a stretching limb, and the thunder that followed you’d be able to feel in your bones. 

Finn supposed that it was a good idea to stop soon, and you agreed. It wasn’t like you were both already soaked to the core anyways. And, luckily, after a few minutes of stomping through the mud later, there was a perfect refuge; a shallow cave. It was more so just a jagged cliff than anything else, but there was a visible dry spot and a few spare branches that were dry enough to light a fire with. Elevated above the surrounding ground, it was more of a miracle than anything else. 

You and Finn both picked up the pace before ducking into the mouth of the cave, and taking a few deep breaths before doing anything else. The rain and wind were thrashing themselves against you both so violently that sometimes, you felt the air being squeezed out of your lungs against your will. You wondered if the same thing was happening to Finn; it could be, but he was taller than you. Meatier. Maybe his battle through the rain was just as simple as a stroll through the Bubblegum Kingdom. 

But as you two entered the mouth of that shallow cave, you figured it wasn’t so easy for him. He was shivering, cold. He was trying to hide it, maybe to try and be tough for you, but still. It didn’t help the fact that you were both freezing. 

Wordlessly, you both gathered the remaining dry branches in the cave and piled them on top of each other. Out of his pack, Finn quickly produced a rock and some flint, and before you both knew it, you had shelter against the storm. 

One thing about rain in Ooo, is however much of a wildcard it is, you could count on severe storms lasting a long time. Maybe the dungeon would have to wait a day or two, but you couldn’t be too mad at the thought. The allure of adventure was that unexpected things would happen, that they would add to the total experience of the escapade- maybe this was just another trial in your path to overcome. 

Finn inched closer to you, and you started to hold his hand. He blushed, he was cute when he felt flustered. It wasn’t too long since you both decided to voice your feelings for one another, so there was a lot that was left as uncharted territory for the both of you. Still, though. You couldn’t wait to explore your life with Finn by your side, and yourself standing by his. 

Without speaking, you got up for a moment and rummaged through his pack before procuring a blanket. You then lay down on it, leaving space for Finn. Almost silently, he snuck onto the blanket with you, wrapping unsure arms before you wriggled your way into a comfortable position with him. After a few moments, he held you tighter, and you smiled to yourself when he did. 

“This storm might not clear up for a while,” Finn said, quietly. When you turned to look at him, he was staring into the fire with a relaxed, easy expression. Maybe it could’ve been mistaken for careful neutrality. 

“That’s fine,” You gave a smile. He looked at you with traces of surprise. 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “As long as I get to spend time with you, you know?” 

Finn smiled back. “Yeah,” He agreed. He squeezed you even tighter, and then you both decided that the quiet was okay for now. The silence was filled in with the sounds of violent rain and thunder, and as you both watched the water pour down from the skies, there was a feeling of love, of closeness, blossoming between the two of you. The fire was warm; so was he. 

[chiropter36]

Uuuurgh okay so I’m working on a follow-up to “three or more foxes form a skulk” and it’s slow-going but it IS going… and then a few nights ago as I’m laying in bed, an entire freakin’ scene forms in my head, and it’s NOT a part of what I’m working on and CAN’T be because it involves both Nine and Knucks being at a point character-development-wise that they won’t be at until AFTER that… but the scene won’t get out of my head so I’ve decided to write down a bare-bones version and hopefully this’ll satisfy my brain and I can get back to the fic I’ve actually committed to finishing.

So yada yada sometime after “three or more foxes”, something something the chaos council returns/some other threat happens, something something Nine and Knucks get split off from the others and have to take shelter somewhere, they’re out of immediate danger but are going to have to stay put for a while, whatever structure they’re hiding in gives a view of the night sky, blah blah they’ve settled in and taken care of all the practical stuff and are now sitting in half-awkward half-comfortable silence, ’cause like they’re basically friends by this point but obviously haven’t done anything silly like say that to the other’s face, then…

Knucks, staring at the night sky: “Y’know, there was a time I doubted I’d ever get to see the stars again.”

Nine is surprised and not sure how/if to respond to that, so just quietly listens as Knucks continues talking, in a tone like he’s only half-aware he’s speaking out loud, reminiscing about how his mother used to tell him old echidna stories about warriors and adventurers and beasts that were immortalized in the stars; and how even after she died when he was still young, he kept the habit most nights of picking out all the constellations she had shown him and reciting her stories in his head.

He’s quiet for a bit after this, and the Nine of only a few months previous would have easily just left it at that, but now surprises himself when he suddenly finds himself whispering:

Nine: “’Least you knew yours.”

Knucks starts, as though just remembering Nine was there, and frowns. Even though Nine has become MUCH more open with him and Rebel and the others in the months since their return to the city, it’s still very unlike him to volunteer information about his past unprompted, and this is uncharted territory for both of them.

Nine doesn’t elaborate, so after a moment Knucks tentatively decides to test the waters.

Knucks: “You ever… have anyone else? A dad, or grandparent or somethin’?”

Silence, then a single quick headshake, the minimal amount of movement to convey the answer. No elaboration seems forthcoming, and Knucks assumes the conversation is over, but then a quiet sigh reaches his ears, and:

Nine: “All I know is at least one of them was around long enough to give me a name – which I don’t use anymore, so don’t ask – then at some point left me at a group home and never came back.”

Slight pause, then he continues:

Nine: “I assume it was ‘cause of... well, the obvious…” – he parts his mechanical tails and gives the two furry ones a little wave – “But I don’t actually know for sure. The caretakers always got annoyed at me when I asked about them. Well, when I asked questions in general, but they seemed to get especially snippy on that subject. Probably mad that my parents saddled them with me, whatever their reasons. Anyway, I learned pretty quick to stop caring.”

He shrugs, trying to affect an unconcerned vibe.

Another stretch of silence as Knucks digests this information. Before he can figure out a response, Nine speaks up again:

Nine: “So… did you have a dad around? You mentioned your mom, but…”

So Knucks thinks, well, apparently we’re doing this now, and tells him that yeah, he has some memories of his father, playing with him as a puggle or smiling down at him in his mother’s pouch… but the pleasant memories are few and too soon he reaches the point where he either stops talking or delves into why all this is in past tense.

For some reason, he feels like he has to push forward in this right now.

Knucks: “I was about four or so… some bandit crew attacked the village we were stayin’ at. Pop went out to fight ’em, but they were apparently pretty tough an’ outnumbered him, so Ma left me with some friends and went to help. In the end, they fought ’em off an’ saved the village, but… Ma was the only one who came back.

“An’ she didn’t get out unscathed. One of the bandits was a platypus, see, an’ during the fight he got her with his spurs. Didn’t kill her – there were some other platypuses in the village who had some antivenom on hand – but… it did some lasting damage. So a year or so later, when she got sick...”

A brief glance at Nine tells him he doesn’t have to finish.

Another stretch of silence. Then, Nine’s voice, barely a whisper:

Nine: “Sorry.”

Knucks stares for a moment at the fox kid he once saw as nothing more than a villain to be taken down. He looks back up at the stars, his reply gruff but just as quiet.

Knucks: “Is what it is.”

Pause.

Knucks: “But for the record… same.”

Nine stares for a moment at the echidna he once saw as nothing but an aggravating foe trying to stop him from making his perfect world.

He mulls things over for another stretch of silence.

Nine: “So, I only really know about constellations in concept… What are some of them? The ones your mom told you.”

Knucks: *quiet, sad sigh* “That’s the thing… I don’t remember ’em anymore.”

He goes on to explain that when he and Rebel were trying to get the rebellion off the ground, he’d used to look up at the ceiling of whatever place they were hiding out in that night, and imagine the night sky and try to keep doing what he’d always done, pick out the constellations and tell himself his mother’s stories… but the day to day grind of life under the Chaos Council’s regime got harder, and he had more important responsibilities than making sure he kept up a childhood habit…

Knucks: “Didn’t even realize I’d fallen outta the habit, until the skies finally cleared up – thanks to your tech an’ all – and I looked up, and… I still couldn’t see any of ’em.”

And he’s sad, but also apparently just resigned to the notion that the last of his people’s stories have been lost forever because he couldn’t keep them in his head. The conversation appears to end on that depressing note…

Nine: “I think I… kinda see some kind of warrior-type figure there?” He points at a group of stars. “See, those four stars in a line, could kind of be a sword, then… I mean, if we’re being extremely generous, that cluster there could be a person wielding it or something…”

And Nine’s fumbling but genuine attempts to invent new constellations brings a small smile to Knucks’s face, and he starts joining in, and lightheartedly ribbing Nine’s ideas which gets him snarking back, and shooting ideas back and forth for stories behind the new constellations, and the scene ends with Nine sleeping comfortably with a slight smile on his face, as Knucks keeps watch, looking up at the stars with a less somber feeling in his heart than had been there since the sky had cleared.

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Okay that’s all I got. Go, plot bunny, be free! I love you but I just need you to leave me alone for a bit.

[vio-starzz]

Febuwhump Day 3, “bite down on this”

Aaaaaaa, shortest one???

Characters: Legend, Warriors, Wild & mention of some, the others! Tw: Swearing, violence, blood, injury

Ao3 Link!

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The sun was slowly setting below the trees, yet still, the heroes had yet to find a safe place to camp, and there was no sense of civilization nearby. They had been walking all day, fighting enemies, and trying to keep casualties low as they ran out of potions.

Legend cursed when Time said they had to keep walking. his legs hurt like ass, and fucken Hylia be damned, he does not wanna keep walking. 

Yet, he’s not about to have someone carry him. 

So instead, sucking it up, he keeps walking with the group. Or, trying his best to hide their limp that slowly becomes more noticeable if they aren’t paying close enough attention.

They know Wild and Four have taken notice to it, but neithers said anything yet, knowing Legend doesn’t want to draw that much attention.

As they continued, the sun no longer up— the moon took its course, while they all trailed deep within a lush forest. 

Most of the path was overgrown, and it was hard as they searched around for hopefully a place to camp: as Legend hadn’t yet complained, but Wind did- and it was clear everyone’s tired from the long, restless day.

Of course, taking a break had to be in the most stenchful place ever, which just reeks of some awful smell, but… That’s what they get for only being able to find somewhere near a monster camp.

Hyrule and Wild took great pleasure in killing the enemies there… As mortified Wars looked when they were done, that was the best time ever for them…. No matter how even Time opened both eyes to look shocked. 

The rest of the night was pretty relaxed and caming, as Wild cooked up some various curries, depending on people’s taste buds, and generally everyone called an early night, since the quickest way to get moving again was to sleep through this all, and get everything over with.

Legend woke up later on, having said they’d do the second watch, and right as they wake— Sky collapses, clearly having had the most boring watch ever in their time, or, just being exhausted and tired from the lack of sleep. 

Poor guy, he’s got the worst insomnia of them all so it’s no doubt they took the first shift.

They get up, surveying the area, hoping to not have to do much….

The leaves crunch and crush beneath their feet as they strive through and around, making sure to stay close and pay attention to their surroundings.

With no sound, warning, or snarl; They’re brought to their ass by some sharp stabbing pain in their leg. Something sinks its teeth deep within the hero's calf, causing them to let out a shriek of pain as they felt the teeth latch onto bone.

Pain seared through their body and everything became panicked as they tried to escape this thing's teeth, yet it yanked back hard, ripping skin off and started tugging on their leg, as if to take it away. 

There was blood everywhere, and this god awful thing kept snarling as it pulled harder and Legend let out a scream or agony, louder than before. 

They were trying so hard to turn around and face this thing, their leg felt as if every muscle was being torn off and devoured. 

They tried to swing their sword to get this thing away, but they couldn’t. More skin is torn off, as this creature wants Legends bones so fucking badly, the pain is unbearable, and just as they think its never going to end— The creatures suddenly torn apart from a swift and clean cut from a blade. 

Its mouth no longer dug within the Veteran's calf, as Warriors quickly pulled the creature's carcass away, making sure to stab the head of… Whatever mutilated creature it is, before moving to inspect the injury… Letting out a not so subtle— 

“Shit.”

Legend, while gritting their teeth in agony, losing blood quickly and clearly not able to ignore their brothers response—

“What the fuck do you mean—SHIT!?”

“…This wound..It’s bad.”

“WELL NO SHIT!!!!”

As bitchy as they may seem, Legend’s in pain, tired, and not feeling very communicative: They’re going to swear all they want… But seriously why does he have to point out the obvious….

“We don’t have potions, Hyrule isn’t awake and doesn’t even have the magic to fully heal you…. Legend: I know you’re gonna hate me for this, but I have to fix this.”

Wait.

“Nonono— You are not sedating me to fix this. Hell no, any other option.”

“I… could do… I could do it while you're awake, but…”

“I don’t care how painful, you are not…. Not fucken…”

They trail off, the pain is awful, and the wounds still bleeding badly, hell the pain seems far worse now, but although they hadn’t realized— The captains putting pressure on the wound, or, hell he’s doing something to prevent Leg from bleeding out in this situation. 

Wild comes up, holding Wars bag, dropping off their stuff, and handing Legend a….Stick…?

“Why…?”

“You’re gonna need to bite down on that.”

Wars responds calmy, pulling out his stuff, and finally now being prepared…

“I am not—“

Without warning, Wild shoves the stick into their mouth, and Wars gets to work. Needless to say, they did bite down…. Hard.

[toh-rarepair-otd]

todays TOH rarepair is:

Hunter x Amity!

They first meet by chance. Amity’s parents often throw big parties for the richer witches on the Isles, and always invite a representative from the Emperor’s Coven. One year, when hunter is in training to be the Golden Guard, he is sent along with the coven scouts who attend. Hunter tries his best to behave himself, but he gets bored easily, so he ends up wandering around Blight Manor a little. This is how he stumbles upon Amity, hiding off in a dark hallway somewhere, avoiding the socialization. He introduces himself as the Golden Guard, and she very clearly doesn’t trust him. He’s wearing a mask after all. Nothing much comes out of that meeting, but Hunter does realize that he and Amity have a few things in common— not only how they’re both sneaking off to spend time alone, but also the weariness in her eyes… it’s a mirror image of his own troubles, if bit better hidden. They don’t see each other again for a long time. Amity forgets about him, but Hunter doesn’t forget about her— the youngest Blight daughter, abomination track, top of her class— he keeps tabs on her. Just out of curiosity. In his isolation, he likes to pretend that she could be his friend, if only their circumstances were different. Then comes his mission to get the portal key for Belos, and suddenly she’s right there in front of him again. He hardly recognizes her, and he feels ashamed to have her see him in such a frazzled state. He’d always imagined that the next time they see each other, he’d act all cool, and charm her with his wit and kindness. But no. They end up fighting, and they’re damn well matched. The withering way she glares at him makes him want to die, but he doesn’t show it outwardly. That mission was a failure. The next time their paths cross, things are moving far too fast for them to talk. At the very least, she recognizes that he’s no longer a threat. But in the months that follow, while they’re trapped in the human realm, things slow down. Hunter is able to really talk to her, get to know her. They become friends, slowly but surely, based on a mutual respect and understanding for the sort of struggles they both grew up with. Amity is funny, Hunter realizes. She’s also very sweet, and kind, and nerdy, and overthinks everything, and before he realizes it, he starts liking her just a bit too much. But he doesn’t have time to think about that, Halloween comes and goes and Belos returns and Flapjack dies, and his mind is a mess— but as they return to the Isles, over the next few days, Amity is a comforting constant in his life. She sticks with him even as he pushes everyone away, because she knows that he’s not truly angry. He’s hurting. It feels so good to be understood like that, so Hunter just lets it happen even though he feels guilty knowing his feelings run deeper than hers. Time passes, Luz saves the day, things settle into a new normal… but Hunter can’t ignore his stupid feelings. Eventually, it all comes out, and he’s terrified that he’s ruined his friendship with Amity— she’s one of his best friends by now, and he loves her— but she isn’t mad. She’s known. She’s okay with it. The slow, easy relationship they start isn’t something typical— some jumbled mess of friends, lovers, soulmates— but it’s beautiful, to both of them.

[priceseyes]

okay! this is just quick (but messy) lore on my new fallout oc: charlie beckett + her relationship to both lucy and cooper.

hope you enjoy!

**NOTE: Charlie is Pansexual/Poly.**

**SECOND NOTE: height difference goes crazy. lucy is 5'5, charlie is 5'7-5'8 and Cooper is 5'10.**

As the days went on of Charlie’s journey, she knew she’d have to make a pit stop eventually and camp out for a night or two. Luckily, she came across an abandoned shop just outside of a city: Filly. Charlie figured this would be the perfect time camp out in the place for the night HOWEVER, she had other ideas. If she could make a life for herself in the shop, she could make it a little home and a little shop at the same time and so, she did just that! Now, at the age of 24, Charlie has had quite the makeover for the shop and became a shopkeeper herself. Selling weapons, scraps and little supplies, she was doing pretty well for herself! That was until the two people that came just outside of filly would change her life forever: Lucy Maclean and Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard. 

Charlie Beckett was born post-war, a bit after the war ended. She was settled into a vault once she was born, seemingly orphaned essentially, her parents dying of an unknown cause (back to that later). Growing up, she had to learn things on her own, yes there were other vault dwellers to help but she mostly took it upon herself to learn on her own from fighting, learning how to use weapons properly, etc.

Charlie’s vault has water supply that usually keeps the vault dwellers going, they have one of the biggest tanks of it however, when vault dwellers start getting sick suddenly, Charlie decides to investigate further, wanting to know if there’s a secret the vault is hiding, which they are! The water used for other vault dwellers started making them act crazy, making them go berserk. She didn’t know at the time but, Charlie’s parents’ death was due to the water itself. They were gaining the effects of it, one day at a time therefore, they had no choice but to leave her behind to make sure not to watch as they slowly went crazy outside the vault. Once finding out about this big secret, Charlie had to figure out a way to escape the vault and find herself on her own. The vault usually tasks someone, once they’re old enough, to get more water supply every other week when they start running out. During Charlie’s lucky task day, she decides to run away from the vault and start fending for herself.

Lucy was a vault dweller who had decided to stop by on her way into Filly, the two got along great and it wound up being love at first sight for Charlie, almost. She’d wished Lucy had stayed longer but didn’t want to stop her journey so, the two said their goodbyes and went on with their day. Cooper was a different story, he’s a ghoul, a stubborn one at that. He, too, was making his way towards Filly when he decided to hit up the store. He and Charlie didn’t get off on the right foot, even telling Charlie to “Be careful with that tone, sweetheart” before he, too, went on with his day. It wasn’t until later that same day that she’d wind up bumping into the both of them again during a shootout within the town itself. 

This prompts a poly relationship between three and boom! Poly power couple of the wasteland.

All three were surprised to encounter each other again, Charlie staying during the shootout, mostly helping Lucy head into safety somewhere. She didn’t want to leave the shop behind but Lucy was sweet and she couldn’t help herself. She had Cooper to thank, too, as he did wind up saving her also. The more Charlie took a look at him the more she found him handsome, even if he was a ghoul. However, she stuck with Lucy for the time being. Eventually while spending enough time together, Charlie and Lucy get close and a romance is formed, a loving and sweet one.

The two bump into Cooper/The Ghoul for a final time, bringing them in with him on their journey. While with him, Charlie also gains feelings for him, it’s complicated at first but she has eyes for him. Cooper figures it out quite easily, and a moment between him and Charlie by a campfire prompts him to realize he cares for the woman, he cares for Lucy too despite how stubborn he is when they’re around. Charlie soon admits her feelings to him while also explaining to Lucy how much she truly loves both her and Cooper. She explains the same to Cooper, admitting to how she loves both of them, she feels equal love. 

[angelgoeslewd]

Hi Angel, could i request Wren and Landry seeing a very pregnant PC and maybe the water break when there with them? So for Wren when they play card or something like and Landry maybe at the pub or somewhere else i don't mind thank you have a great day/night!

finally got around to posting this 💕 currently dealing with admissions rn which SUCKS bleh

also gonna take the liberty here to make pc pregnant w their kid bc why not 😎👉👉 if u want just a rando pregnancy lmk!!

⚠️ warnings: heavy pregnancy talk: water breaking, stressful births, etc. mentions of harper being less than savory to pregnant people, reader is able to give birth, possessiveness, breeding kink/baby trapping.

Wren:

if you hid it from him

if you actually managed to hide your pregnancy up to this point from this man, color him impressed. his whole job is being in the know. most of that info is directed towards Remy’s profitability but ya know, never hurts to have a few aces up your sleeves. and he has. so many.

night started off simple enough, a game of cards with his puppy playing across from him; you’ve gotten good after all these times, your bluffs have been harder to read, even harder when you wear the collar he had gotten made for you

its when you stop bluffing and throwing back your sharp wit that he both loves and despises when he looks up. in fact, you’ve stopped doing everything. you’re completely still. not a response he’s seen from you. and it worries him.

“you ok, pup?”

you give a little shake of your head, and then drop your cards to the table. your hands shoot to your abdomen, breath heavy, placing your forehead on the cool wood table. Wren is at your side in an instant, hands wandering over you, looking for wounds. it’s too much, the pain, the sensation of warmth moving across your body, and you push them away weakly.

when he doesn’t find any, his mind immediately goes to the worst. he pulls his gun on his men, wondering which one decided to poison the wrong person.

he’s not supposed to care about you this much. you’re just a body in his bed. he needs his gang, he knows this. he needs them to trust him, needs them to be ready to lay down their lives for him. but he does cares about you. too much about you. you, his puppy. the one he’s trained so perfectly, invested so much time in. and he wont let this transgression go.

“no… wren,” you call, trying your hardest to uncurl yourself and grab at his arm. he pulls his gun up and away from you, easily moving it out of your reach. but you manage to will yourself out of the chair. when it happens.

you hear a snap, and your body reacts, looking up to Wren, his perfectly trained puppy, thinking he had snapped his fingers for your attention, but one hand is holding the gun and the other is at his side, so you’re confused — when your feel your thighs dampen. you’ve already lost your bottoms in the first round, so you can feel all the wetness that runs down your leg and suddenly, you put it together.

he does too, seeing the puddle on the floor. his gun is instantly away, holding you as your struggle to stay on your feet while the contractions get worse.

“puppy… you been keepin’ secrets?” you nod, pitifully. the look on your face is almost literally the definition of a kicked wet dog, and Wren is amused at how well you play your part.

it’s the next words out of your mouth that makes him stop. you can’t manage many words through the contractions, but you manage to get out, “yours…”

“Everyone get the fuck out,” He spits, still unmoving, eyes trained on you. His men, who have been watching the entire time, almost in shock at how quickly so much has happened, are out the door in less then 3 seconds. They all know that voice. They’re all convinced they won’t be seeing you anymore, and honestly, so are you. and you shut your eyes tight, wondering if he’d at least take the baby to somewhere better then Bailey’s orphanage after you’ve been taken care of.

but instead, there’s a firm, gentle hand on your back, and you open your eyes to met wren’s. he’s so close to you, inches away. you can feel his breath on your face as he assesses the situation. “i’ll take care of you, darlin’. don’t worry.”

no time for prep. no time for anything. much to his displeasure, he has to get you to the hospital. he picks you up easily, trying to be as gentle as he can, barging out of the cottage and telling his men to start the car.

he spends the entire hospital visit watching harper with eyes like a wren hawk. has a HUGE, completely out of character outburst when harper has to actually touch you to help you give birth. takes the baby away from him as soon as possible.

visiting hours do not apply to him. if they kick him out, he’s just going to break back in so…

if you didn’t hide it from him

a pregnant partner is almost like a status symbol to him. when you tell him, he’s over the moon. doesn’t show it, simply nods and says, “ok.”

but your whole existence to him changes. you aren’t just a fun bedmate. you’re his show dog, his prized pooch. wants you to wear tight shirts, show off that belly he’s blessed you with. show off his fertility, show off how safe he can keep you in this horrible place.

this sometimes means you come with him on ‘tasks.’

dangerous? yes. but don’t worry. you have your own team of bodyguards, people wren has known the longest and trusts the most, who would die for him, to protect you. they’d take a bullet for you. it’s an intimidation tactic. even bailey would raise an eyebrow at wren’s shameless flaunt of power. but wren isn’t bothering him or his business so he doesn’t care too much.

in fact, bailey might use it as leverage. but that’s another story.

in private, he gets touchy. super touchy. lots of pregnancy sex. he always has an arm around you or hand on you. you go where he does.

when your water breaks, he’s right there. holding you, breathing with you through contractions. would prefer a home birth, honestly, with a member of his, recently hired, who has midwife experience. he doesn’t really like the hospital. or harper. especially harper.

he’s probably been preparing for this day and will refuse any jobs from Remy for the two weeks leading up to your due date. much to his displeasure. has made his team practice drills for this, so they jump into action when it happens.

he’s the one holding your hand, if you want a water birth, he’ll get in with you, reminding you how strong you are to have carried his babes for so long, he doesn’t care about the blood or anything else. as long as the baby and you are healthy. he’s seen and be through a lot of shit, birth doesn’t scare him off.

Landry

if you hid it from him

like wren, it is VERY hard to hide anything from this man, because you not only have to hide it from him, you have to hide it from the whole town. one drunk idiot with a loose tongue will have Landry at Bailey’s doorstep, demanding to speak to you about those rumors.

so if you actually managed it, congratulations! You might have a shot at working at Landry’s bar!

of course, he’ll very upset if he knows you’ve accepted drinks while pregnant. please don’t do that to this man. yes, he’s a shady asshole but he’s less of an asshole then anyone else in this town.

but when your water breaks? at his bar? he shuts down. Landry is not a doer. see, he takes pride in being able to avoid any doing and being able to sit comfortably on his wealth like a dragon. he will be practically on the verge of passing out. his hands will be shaking. but he’ll eventually get you in his car and to the hospital.

he adores you l, but, uh. this isn’t his forte. he’s ready to bolt when you’re in (semi) safe hands.

he doesn’t even put two and two together until you’re grabbing his hand, asking him, strained as you lay in the hospital bed, if he wants to stay and see his baby.

ok. Landry has officially shut down now. what.

oh. oh. it’s been a while, but he has a pretty good memory. you mean that one time when you sucked him off behind the bar all night and when he finally closed up and did you on the counter and he — oh.

or maybe it was that other time, when you surprised him in his bed, he was so turned on by the way you were able to get in without tipping him off that he — mhm. could’ve been that time.

it takes him a while to boot back up, but when he does, he’s still not fully out of shock. he just nods dumbly and follows your bed to the delivery room. he does hold your hand the whole time and cuts the cord though so ❤️. big love to Landry to being the only decent father besides Robin.

oh my god. he doesn’t think anything could be as cute as holding the new little infant in his arms. it’s adorable. and he’s honestly in love with how utterly perfect it is. its cute little nose.

he is 100% knocking you up again. give this bachelor a taste of domestic life and he’s going to keep you there.

if you didn’t hide it from him

honestly, not much changes besides Landry is a little bit more prepared for the birth.

he blacks out for about 5 minutes when you tell him. you’re sitting in front of him, at a table in his bar, long before it opens, waving your hand in front of his face worriedly when he comes to. “we’re… having a baby. a baby.” probably repeats this for another 5 minutes. it is honestly so concerning to you, but considering what this town is like, you don’t expect him to stick around. but eventually, when you’re turning to leave, he grabs your wrist, a determined look coming over his face, and he promises you that he will be the best dad he can be.

orphanage? haha sorry Bailey. PC is getting kidnapped moved to Landry’s room above the bar. he probably sells him a share of his bar in return. worth it though. he will absolutely not take no for an answer. you’re in his sight morning and night. he will drive you to school and pick you up. he makes sure you take your vitamins and eat good meals.

honestly, probably the best option to get knocked up by, despite him being a helicopter mom. man’s been a bachelor for so long that settling down actually seems… nice.

as long as you’re able to turn a blind eye to his actual source of income and ready to be under scrutiny of cops and always surrounded by shady people. 🤷‍♀️ if you don’t feel safe, he’ll do his best to make sure you do. security systems, an actual house, whatever you need.

remember that hoard I was talking about earlier? oh yeah, this dude’s got a bit of cash he can burn. skullduggery is the easiest source of high income in the game, he’s where all the money is flowing to.

he never mentions your pregnancy to anyone and probably won’t. it’s too risky in his line of work. keeps you separated from his work. and if you were selling him stolen goods before? well, that’s gotta stop. will refuse anything you bring him and demand you quit putting yourself in unnecessary danger. will lock you in his room if you don’t.

packs your hospital bags months before your due date. he’s so nervous. he uncharacteristically messes up orders and drops glasses when he’s working and the thought pops into his head. blames it on nicotine.

speaking of. chain smokes. not in the house or near you, but he does to calm himself down over the whole ordeal. needs it to stay sane. when he gets too worked up, you tell him to go have one to chill out.

wren and mickey absolutely find out and make fun of him.

when your water breaks, it’s during bar hours, of course. he won’t let you downstairs when it’s working hours so you have to call him to tell him. tells everyone to get the fuck out and considering how worked up he is, they do without any complaint.

carries you, literally bridal style, to his car.

again, an absolute wreck at the hospital. paces. won’t leave you to smoke though, you half wish he did, however, because he’s somewhat of a pain. jumping at every sound of pain you make, demanding Harper around, you can tell even Harper is annoyed.

but when it’s all done and over with, you have to almost pry the baby from his arms. tries to bottle feed it, but doesn’t get how to do it right. at least he’s trying.

hope you’re ready to be pregnant 24/7. he’s addicted :).

loves watching you breastfeed, if it's possible for you to do so.

[skywalker-swift]

Ao3 Masterpost

Hi friends! I've decided to make a masterpost of all of my work on Ao3, where my username is casuallysavingtheworld. If you see a fic you recognize and didn't know it was me who wrote it, hi! My name is Kate, I write mostly Dinluke/Star Wars fanfic!

Currently, you have to be a registered user to leave comments on my works. This is because I've had a couple of shitty people hiding behind the internet being rude. If you do not have an ao3 account, but would like to say some nice things about my works, please send me an ask! I love talking to people about my writing. Kindness is always appreciate it!

This masterpost will be updated periodically with new works as I continue to write! Please read the tags of each story on Ao3 before reading.

Thank you!

wherever you stray, i follow series

Republic never fell, and Anakin didn't go to the Dark Side AU. Luke is an ambassador to Mandalore and Din is the Mand'alor.

wreck my plans, that's my man | Rated E | Part 1 -Dinluke, with background HanLeia, and super light Boba/Fennec and Cara/Bo-Katan Luke Skywalker-Naberrie is sent on a diplomatic mission to Mandalore, on behalf of the Republic. He plans on getting the work done and leaving as soon as he can after the two years is up, but that was before he meets the Mand'alor.

i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover | Rated T | Part 2 -Dinluke, with background Anidala, Hanleia Anakin, quite frankly, is sick of his son’s shit.

(Luke comes back from a mission on Mandalore with a surprise, a husband and a child. Anakin doesn't know how to handle this.)

all along there was a invisible string tying you to me series

A golden string of fate soulmate AU.

one single thread of gold tied me to you | Rated T | Part 1 -Dinluke with background HanLeia Luke just sits and stares, as it’s all he can do, hoping one day, he’ll be able to follow his string, all the way to whoever is on the opposite end of it. He bets they’re beautiful, no matter what they look like. At night, in Luke’s dreams, he catches glimpses of deep brown eyes, a pre-empire ship, armor and a silver helmet.

(Luke Skywalker has a golden string attached to his finger, that floats into the sky, leading him somewhere, to someone. He's the only one who can see them. During the adventure of a lifetime, he searches for answers, eventually leading him exactly where he needs to be)

hell was the journey but it brought me heaven | Rated T | Part 2 -Dinluke, no background relationships He hates that he can see the strings, something he realizes no one else around him can do, and Din hates them. His string wants to lead him away from the things he’s come to know, the life he wants to live. He’s trying to be brave, god damn it, and the string keeps pulling and tugging, trying to get him to follow it.

(Din Djarin has a golden string attached to his finger, that floats into the sky, leading him somewhere. He's the only person he knows who can see them. He runs from it, hating that they exist, which leads him exactly where he's supposed to go.)

honey, life is just a classroom series

College AU series, with both Dinluke and RoseRey.

up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush | rated T | currently the only part, working on the next part! -RoseRey, with background DinLuke Professor Djarin looks disheveled. Professor Djarin never looks disheveled.

On one of the last Fridays of the semester, Professor Djarin is late to class. Rose wants to figure out why, and why he's acting so anxious, all while trying to keep sneaking glances at Rey, her long-time crush.

Where only the sweetest words remain

Hades/Persephone AU. I will not be writing more in this AU, series complete.

when suddenly I saw you | Rated T | Only one part of this series -Dinluke, no background relationships This story is about two people. One was considered life. The other was considered death. It starts like this. (Or a retelling of the story of Hades and Persephone, with Din as Hades and Luke as Persephone)

all's well that ends well to end up with you

Canon fix-it, post season 2 of the Mandalorian. Series completed.

what must it be like, to grow up so beautiful? | Rated T | Part 1 -Dinluke, background Hanleia if you squint Grinding his teeth down, Din was once again, grateful for his famed helmet to hide how he was really feeling. Leaning against a wall, away from the rest of the party guests, the party Leia had crafted, Din couldn’t help but think about the moments he realized he had feelings for the Jedi. (Din thinks about all the moments he realized he had feelings for a certain Jedi)

you drew stars all around my scars | Rated T | Part 2 -Dinluke, family relationships Din’s eyes catch the pale scars that line many parts of the Jedi’s body. They are all parts of Luke’s past, which led him here to this moment with Din.

[eskawrites]

i’m sure this has been done before but. the last airbender AU where El is, of course, the avatar, and the rest of the party are benders/other friends she meets as she masters the four elements

El as one of many bending children who were taken as part of a military experiment led by Brenner, a corrupted guru following xyz bad motivation. You get the idea.

She doesn’t remember the air temple where she was born, or any of her family. But she meets Kali, who also survived and escaped the experiments, somewhere along the way (my first thought for Kali is firebender based on personality, but also hear me out: waterbender who teaches herself bloodbending as she’s trying to get revenge on the people involved in the experiments)

plot? idk a plot. but imagine Vecna as a corrupted, mutated spirit of some kind. one of Brenner’s experiments with bending and energy and the spirit world gone too far. and he’s corrupting both the spirit world and the physical world wherever he goes

cue strange things happening, like people disappearing or being murdered by spirits. and also strange things like a small airbender girl showing up outside a water tribe village with very little recollection of who she is or how she got there

she meets Mike, who’s clumsily teaching himself waterbending, and Nancy, who has shouldered the responsibility of protecting their home after most of the adults in town prove themselves useless

something-something their journey takes them across the world. Dustin, a non-bending tinkerer who grew up with Mike goes with them. they also meet Lucas, a young earthbender doing his best to prove himself a warrior to his village. he hits it off with the kids immediately and decides to adventure with them

deeper in the Earth Kingdom, they hear rumor of someone who actually survived Vecna’s curse, and they follow those rumors straight to Max, a blind earthbending master who, when El asks, promises to teach her everything she knows

they visit El’s air temple once, only to find it deserted--except for a small boy named Will, who maybe disappeared from Mike and Nancy’s village years ago, and who somehow not only survived on his own all this time, but is suddenly an airbender, and is harboring a strange, unnerving connection to Vecna and his spirits

anyway enough nonsense let’s get to Robin, a firebender who ran away from her ruthless military family and is now living in exile, constantly looking over her shoulder in case the fire nation comes looking for her

i’m thinking the fire nation fulfilling the role of the Russians--they didn’t start the experiments, and they aren’t as big a threat as Vecna, but they’re watching what’s going on with the spirit world and are constantly looking for ways to take advantage of the chaos and harness Vecna’s power

Robin was just working her boring old job as a guard to some important fire noble’s annoying son (yes it’s Steve) when she discovered the fire nation’s involvement in Some Bad Shit. she and Steve decide to try to put a stop to it, and when that fails they flee the country

they stumble across the party eventually. some of the kids don’t trust them at first, but Steve saves Dustin’s life in some sort of battle and Dustin practically worships him after that. not to mention the fact that all of them secretly think Robin’s sharp wit and ‘i don’t give a fuck’ attitude makes her cool af

she teaches El firebending, and El and Max follow her around like puppies, always talking about how much of a badass she is

Nancy isn’t jealous, not at all, what are you talking about

Nancy doesn’t trust Steve and Robin for a long time, longer than any of the kids. she knows they’re hiding something, and maybe something-something she has a bad history with fire nation soldiers, so Robin rubs her the wrong way

they fall in love eventually. Max points out that Nancy’s heart beats faster any time she and Robin get all snarky with each other and Nancy loses it

Robin and Steve’s past does come back to bite them, and Robin is sure their new friends are going to abandon them, and any progress she’s made with Nancy will vanish. instead, Nancy is the first one to step in front of her and tell the threat to back off. if Robin wasn’t already in love (she was), she would’ve fallen for her right then and there

[plantsarepeopletoo]

Only Friends Music EP 8 part 2/2

Part one covers most of first half of Ep8, or you can find other episodes on my pinned comment.

[2/2] continued

Song: Lost In a Dream by Wellmess Scene: Atom approaches Boston at the bar Type: Vocal

Lyrics in the show:

Suddenly you ran from me Nothing will ever be what it used to be Suddenly you hide from me I found myself lost in a dream And I called you lover Now you call me friend

Lyrics continue:

You ran away Slip away Our love is fading day by day And on the days Always stay Somewhere deep down within me And I, I still call you lover And you don't, you don't call me friend, oh Wait 'til I'm free And I'll show you me Wait 'til I'm free And I will show you, I will show you me I will show you me, just call me lover again, Just call me lover again

Last time this was played was when Sand was walking out of the bar with Amp, the girl he was going to go home with before Ray interrupted. Then, it seemed to be a prophecy of Ray and Sand’s problems and loop. They fight, make up, are ‘friends’, are lovers, fight, make up. And all the time opening up slowly to each other.

Here, at the beginning of the scene, Boston is looking at a picture of Nick. Boston pushed Nick away, is angry, but still seems to miss him. He’s “lost in a dream”, as Atom comes up to him at the bar. They sit and drink, talking about Atom’s girlfriend. He says his girlfriend is jealous, tagging along to the bar to keep an eye on him. And Boston agrees, “A relationship that lacks trust and freedom is a dead end.” Boston’s upset over Nick still, even if he misses him.

An interesting lyric is:

I will show you me, Just call me lover again

It stays in line with the themes of honesty and sincerity that run through the show. Another song would be (Stay) True, from ep 3, when Ray and Sand are making out in the car after the pool party.

No matter who or when or what will others say Just find your way And try to stay True

If nothing else, be true to yourself.

Song: Goodbye Denver by Eric Feinber Scene: Flashback with Top and Mew at the bookstore Type: Vocal

It’s a nostalgic song, slow, with acoustic guitar, and plays as Mew thinks about being with Top in the bookstore. When Mew is interrupted by Ray, he might be realize he isn’t quite over Top. In his cooling anger, he remembers good times with Top, and thinks he needs to say goodbye, what he's been doing isn't enough to get over Top.

After the flashback, the music dies out, and in the quiet, the conversation between Ray and Mew could be a parallel to their relationship. There is no background music, until Mew seems to shake himself out of thoughts of the past, bringing up

R: “Have you found the book your looking for?” - Have you found what you are looking for? (healing? serenity? a way of getting over Top?)

M: “Not yet, but I’ll keep looking. If you're bored, you can wait in the café” - If you are bored with me, you can go somewhere else and wait.

R: “I’m not bored. Take your time, Don’t worry about me.”

M: “But I’m bored.”

R: “Of me?”

M: “No, of myself”

Song: Suddenly Deeply Interested by Blue Topaz Scene: Ray and Mew talking in the bookstore Type: Vocal

Only the bassline starts after Mew turns to face Ray, “I think I’m too plain somehow”, and continues under Mew asking Ray for a party. Mew might be frustrated with how he was reminiscing about Top, and not actually having that connection with Ray. The interest that the song’s name refers to might be Mew’s interest in trying to get over Top, interest in trying Ray’s specialty: Partying. It could also be irony, they are both using the other to get what they think they want, like in the song from the very start of the episode, Brings back the Feeling by Daniel Gunnarsson, they’re searching for that interest that they think they should have with each other. They have to figure out how to get all the pieces to fall into place.

Song: I Don't Give a Damn (feat. Kitty Lingmerth) by Vivera Scene: Invitations go out for the party and at the party Type: Vocal

Lyrics in the show:

I don’t mind their snake eyes Following my every move I don’t care what they think of me But it’s plain to see, yeah

I don’t care what they say Games they play That don’t bother me

Their shitty plans Won’t stain my hands I’ve got a fist with a finger And a pocket full of sand And I don’t really give a And I don’t really give a

Lyrics continue not in the show:

Hmm, they try to be bad To the bone Acting so oldschool bulletproof Coming on so hard and all But push a cornerstone And the house will fall, hey

They try to make me Smile and agree Try to bust and break And fry me

Their shitty plans Won’t stain my hands I’ve got a fist with a finger And a pocket full of sand And I don’t really give a I don’t really give a

I don’t really give a damn Damn, damn Got my pocket full of sand Sand, sand I don’t really give a damn Damn, damn You can read it in my hand

The handclaps in the song start as Mew begins to plan the Halloween party at the bookstore with Ray. Drums start as the invitations are sent out, then lyrics start at the party scene.

I don’t care what they say Games they play That don’t bother me

Their shitty plans Won’t stain my hands I’ve got a fist with a finger And a pocket full of sand

After the song Goodbye Denver, where he catches himself thinking of Top fondly, this song seems to be Mew aggressively trying to numb himself. Mew is deciding not to care by any means possible, people, partying, drinking, Ray, drugs, he’ll try them all if it means not feeling anything. He’s angry because he is hurt and so trying to numb the pain.

Song: The Kill by Particle House Scene: Mew does coke with Ray Type: Vocal

Lyrics in show:

Something's wrong But you're moving on To the danger zone Golden smiles And flickering lights It's all chemical And you can't get out For the rest of your life You'll be stuck inside these walls Apologize And get on with the lies You have done it all before And you leave again Disappear into the night Getting closer And they crawl into your sight And they say The kill is never wrong The kill will make you strong

Lyrics continue, not in show:

Dark red clouds Cover the sky Keep your head down low (keep it low) Turn around And walk to the sound On the radio I keep getting high, too high The words you said and all the love we shared (ooh) I keep getting stronger, to make Everything pass when you're not there (you're not there) (Will you let me say your prayer?) And you leave again (again) Disappear into the night (tonight) Getting closer And they crawl into your sight And they say (Yeah they say) The kill is never wrong The kill will make you strong (oh make ya strong)

Song starts as Mew does coke. Ray thanks Mew for giving him a chance, and Mew says Ray is the one he should love.

Golden smiles And flickering lights It's all chemical

Ray asks if Mew feels anything, and Mew says no, which could be a commentary on their relationship. Mew “should” feel love for Ray, he “should” be feeling the effects of coke. Even if the colors and lights seem brighter, his feelings lighter, it’d be artificial, chemical. And Mew doesn’t feel love for Ray like that, so he suggests going downstairs instead of kissing Ray.

Song: Lbd by Filthy The Kid Scene: Ray and Mew rejoin the party, meet Top Type: Vocal, Playful

LBD is a party song, upbeat and fun. Starts as Ray and Mew go downstairs and continues through to the preview of part 3. It quiets as Mew asks Top “What the hell are you doing here?” and the chant “Party! Party!” starts when Top takes Mew’s hand, “What are you doing this for?” The song, the party, the drugs, cigarettes, the costumes, and kissing Ray are all not Mew. He didn’t plan the party with his friends, the last 2 of the 3 songs are aggressive, trying drugs, kissing Ray all are very outside Mew’s ‘normal’. Then add the fact that everyone is dressed up in costumes, pretending to be things they are not, adds another layer, visually.

[3/4]

Song: Got Me Trippin by Secret City  Scene: Nick and Sand talking about Boston Type: Playful

The song starts as Nick and Sand talk about Boston, "What you're doing is like moving on in a circle." Nick's hung up on Boston, just wants to see him. “Got me trippin” plays as Nick sees Boston, it mostly goes on without much change, except for a horn that plays as Boston looks past Nick. It slowly fades out as Boston makes it clear he is not interested and stops when he says, “and why are you telling me?” 

Song: Twisted metal by John Bjork Scene: Boston and Nick talk at the party Type: Vocal

This song played earlier when Top saw Mew smoking. Boston’s indifference hurts like a knife twisting. Gone is Nick’s confidence, unable to answer Boston’s question. “What can I do to earn your forgiveness?” Boston tells Nick that he needs to leave him alone, confronting Nick with what he did wrong. Nick retorts that Boston also did wrong, again, but Boston doesn’t hear it, he’s too hurt. 

Song: I'm Indestructible by OTE 

Scene: Sand almost kisses Freddie Mercury

Type: Vocal

Starts with Sand and Freddie Mercury Guy talking about Freddie Mercury, and being bi. Lyrics are very simple

Leading me higher Leading me higher I was found here You'll come around here I was found here You'll come around here I was found here You'll come around here Oh, can’t you see now It’s not for me now I was found here You'll come around here I was found here You'll come around here Leading me higher Leading me higher Leading me higher Leading me higher

Ray finds Sand. It's an angry song, and Sand isn't happy to be found by Ray. Especially since he had mentioned earlier to Nick that they were both supposed to be moving on. The song continues while Ray sits with them, and aggressively kisses Sand. It stops as Sand pushes Ray away from him.

Songs: Quell Fear and Down the Spiral by Jon Bjork  Scene: Sand pushes Ray Type: Vocal

I wanted to talk about both of these songs, Quell Fear is the bass and piano music that plays behind Ray and Sand fighting. The piano starts when Ray says "Stop fooling yourself Sand. You like me." Ray tries to quell his fear of losing Sand in the worst way possible. He's assertive, jealous, and says what he shouldn't while high. Which leads to Sand pushing Ray away, physically and with his words, "I will not be your second option."

Down the Spiral starts as Sand walks away after pushing Ray down. Mew kissed Ray in front of Top then left him, and now Sand has lost his patience and left him. Next time we see Ray is passed out on the couch, apparently after doing more drugs by himself.

Song: The Sound of Peace by Eric Feinberg  Scene: Top sits by a drunk mew on the floor Type: Vocal: 

The first time this played was in episode 2, after Ray told Sand about his mother’s death, and Sand tried to cheer him up. The second time was when Mew kissed Top on the cheek, right before Top goes to see Boston in episode 3. Here, it starts as Top sits by a drunk and high Mew. Mew isn’t combative anymore, just sad, “Why do you have to be an asshole, Top”. Earlier there was a song called “Is this Serenity?” when Top talked to Mew in the bathroom, asking if this is what he wanted. Here it’s almost an answer, that no, what Mew wants is Top to be who he thought Top was. 

[4/4]

Song: ฤดูกาล 25 Hours Scene: Top takes care of Mew Type: Vocal

Lyrics, translated by the show:

The season is about to change The storm will soon be over But it’s not just the wind that will disappear It takes you with it, far away from here What I am doing after this Is resist that strong wind No matter how much pain I must take in I’ll wait until you’re back by my side You keep my dreams so much alive I insist on waiting I will be here loving To keep us together, I’ll do anything I hope everything goes back to its old way When we meet again one day The world whirls and things between us end Days pass, but the world will whirl back again What I am doing after this Is wait right here Live all alone And never change my mind I’ll wait until you’re back by my side You keep my dreams so much alive I insist on waiting I will be here loving To keep us together, I’ll do anything

Starts as Top leans over Mew in bed, and starts to take care of him. Top will wait, hoping for Mew’s anger to blow over like a storm. In the next episode he starts to show up more, inserting himself into Mew’s life. Mew is quietly angry about it, but not as combative as he was this episode. His self destructiveness may have given Top hope, since Mew is obviously not happy with the new lifestyle or Ray, and seems to be partially self destructing to get back at Top.

We see shots of Ray passed out on a couch, Cheum and April sitting on the couch, Sand comforting Nick on their way out, and Boston leaving the house. They all want things to go back to how it was, hoping that their personal storms will pass one day. 

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I did cut some songs at the end of ep8, but the main one was Season, ฤดูกาล. If you did like Glitch Hopper, the techno song at the end of ep8, check out

But that's it for ep8! Thank you for reading, and thank you @rocketturtle4 for editing. And @shouldiusemyname for being patient with me.

Here's the master list if you'd like to read other episodes

Here's a link to EP8 part 1