#Yes I did see a really cute looking loop when I first got in the fandom and yes maybe I did use the tail for my cat loop but I SWEAR

[the-bell-lord]

I mean . Chances are I finish at least ONE of them , right ????

I swear I’ll start consistently posting again soon <\33 (lie) /silly

here uhm . Have some complimentary shapeshifter loops . Throws them at u

[girlfromflor]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | supersoldiers!141 x f!reader

they were, indeed, fucked. as a matter of fact, there’s no explaining just how much. you were trouble, big trouble they quickly noticed, especially with the way you’d rest your thumbs on your tactical belt whenever you got a break from training. simon – always the attentive one – pointed it out three days after you met and they all started to get distracted as soon as you hooked your thumbs on the loops of your pants, fingers thoughtlessly resting on your upper thighs.

when training started getting more tiring to all of them – probably your fault, but they didn’t question  – simon would move to your side to give you one advice or two, but before he even started talking you’d – pretend to – shift your attention somewhere else. he wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you, say something like “pay attention to me” and lecture you on how to keep your posture straight even while holding the heavy rifle in your smaller hands. he didn’t, of course, but he started praising you whenever you did a good job, trying to make you get used to the feedback and also get used to him – maybe you’d seek him out, then.

johnny watched it from afar, how simon suddenly seemed less blunt and more careful – he liked it more than he’d ever admit out loud. against his will, johnny kept his distance from you, not wanting to overwhelm you and piss you off or make you uncomfortable, so kyle had to step up and take his place. which sucked, because they all – very quickly – realized that kyle didn’t really like you. they didn’t know if it was because you were clearly more comfortable around stone cold, small talk simon than around him – sweet, caring and beautiful kyle. it didn’t make sense in his head and it pissed him off. john laughed whenever a pout made its way to kyle’s lips because you – in kyle’s words – “didn’t say a word and then just left the room” when he walked by your side during knife throwing practice. john thought it was cute, how gaz didn’t notice the way your eyes wandered the room whenever he was talking to you, but then as soon as he wasn’t looking, you’d gawk at him with an unknown glint in your eyes.

“she’s got a crush on ya, kyle,” john comments after hearing another one of the younger man’s complaints, all of them tired and sleepy after dinner – the exhaustion from the end of the first week with you around settling deep in their minds.

kyle snorts and shakes his head, “uh huh, i bet she does,” his tone is overflowing with irony. “where did ya even get that from?”

johnny, who’s resting his head on simon’s lap – laying down on the other sofa in their living room – is quick to answer, “ye dinnae see how she drools over ye, when ye nae lookin’.”

simon smiles, his relaxed expression clear due to his unmasked face. he adds to johnny’s words, his eyes on kyle, “bloody irritatin’, it is. i always try t’make her look at me but she keeps all her attention on ya.”

kyle furrows his brows, but he can’t fight the proud, content smile that molds his features. he has to bite his lower lip to contain at least some of it, but even then it’s clear that he’s happy with the words. “i’ll believe it when i see it.”

and he did, because two days later he has to fight you – literally – during training. you're faster and stronger than they thought you’d be, in a way none of them had seen before in someone that wasn’t already part of the team – you mostly did gunfight simulations, this was the first hand-to-hand combat training. kyle’s is delighted to knock you off your feet, pinning your hands down to prevent you from attacking him, but you're too quick. you plant your feet to the ground and use all the strength you have in your legs to push him off of you with a hip thrust. he’s caught off guard, which gives you enough time to move over him, left knee on the grass and right knee threatening to squeeze his throat – it was over, you won. he taps your thigh twice and you quickly move to stand up, surprising him when you extend your hand out – he gladly accepts it, taking any excuse to touch you.

“you’re fast,” he points out, opening his water bottle once he has recovered his breath. 

“i’m just as fast as you,” you nod, tilting your head as you watch ghost and cap wrestling on the ground. “but i’m smaller, that has to make me more agile than you lot.”

“makes sense… still, i don’t like to lose,” he jokes, trying to inch closer – to see your reaction he thinks, but deep down he knows it’s more than that. 

you make a face, scrunching your nose. you don’t notice his movements, and that’s a good thing – you won’t have time to move away. john and ghost are up to their feet and you watch as johnny moves to the center where you’ll fight him next. you move towards the makeshift arena – the place located in a glade deep within the woods that surround their house –, but stop midway to speak, “it’s not losing, though. right?” your voice is soft, and it’s the first time kyle gets to see your true colors – just a sweet girl, like they initially thought you were. you laugh nervously and add, “i mean, we’re a team… it’s good that i’ll be able to protect you– if it ever comes to that.”

he barely hears the last part of your sentence before you’re walking towards johnny. kyle’s heart is racing, his mouth is dry and his palms are sweating – he’s nervous? where’s that even coming from? and then he sees it – the tense, shy movement of your palms being wiped on the fabric of your pants. you were nervous, your palms were sweating – and then, so was kyle's. his breath hitches, he searches for john’s eyes but he is distracted talking to you and simon. when kyle looks at johnny he’s relieved to see that the scot eyes’ were already on his. he sighs, watching as johnny mouths “it’s okay, i saw it,” and just like that reassurance washes over him – of course he saw it, if anything he might as well have felt it too. kyle only smiles then, paying close attention to the way johnny checks on him from afar one more time before joining you to begin your fighting sequence.

that’s all the proof that gaz needs to your said crush – there’s no way you could’ve connected so fast if you didn’t like him, like he thought. when they are walking back to their house, simon is quick to address the matter at hand – always the blunt one. he creeps up on kyle from behind and says, “what got ya so nervous today, lovely?” a hand touching his lower back, his voice startling kyle – who’s deep in thought – making goosebumps raise on his nape.

“yeah, turns out it wasn't really me who was that nervous,” gaz states, leaning his weight on simon’s side ever so slightly. he feels it as simon pauses a bit, movements halting just for a small moment.

“you synced with her? that soon?” simon shakes his head, but kyle can feel just how happy he is at the notion – how proud he feels, knowing kyle is giving you space in their life already. kyle wants to get to his knees and match the love simon feels – but the thought itself could set off a chain reaction and god knows they can’t have that in the middle of the woods. simon squeezes gaz’s waist – probably feeling his inner turmoil –, pulling him in a side hug as he whispers, “we told ya she has a crush.”

after that, it got really easy for you and kyle to gravitate towards each other. the others watched amazed at the way you started smiling more around him – sometimes even giggling when he did something to catch your attention. you couldn’t help it, he was just so tender and understanding, sometimes it even seemed like kyle could read your mind. like the one time you had to go to base to show some results of your training tests. in the drive back to your houses, you were riding shotgun with simon as your designated driver – like most of the times, really. his warm body and the three big men in the backseat seemed to have a thing for cold spaces, because the AC was turned to the max and your poor, easily cold frame was nearly shaking from it. you didn't complain, though, trying to not be a burden and disturb their usual dynamic. good for you it wasn’t necessary, kyle felt the discomfort like it was his own. his fingers tapped simon's shoulder, pointing to the AC button after getting his attention. simon quickly turned it down and your immediate relaxation was visible to all of them – you yourself didn’t notice your hunched shoulders until you relaxed on the leather seat. when you looked back to find kyle’s eyes he simply winked at you, mouthing “i gotcha, love” with a smile. you let out a smile of your own, letting it brighten up your face and then you whispered “thank you, pretty boy,” your voice trying to match the flirty implication in his.

simon chuckled, hands shifting on the steering wheel to keep himself from finding your thigh. he could feel it, not only kyle’s content in having your attention – his satisfaction in being the object of your affection – but also your own happiness, your pride in allowing yourself to share a somewhat vulnerable moment with him. simon bites his lips, he can only hope that soon enough he'll get to hear the same whispered words, but directed to him. he knew it wasn't going to take long, since he didn't expect to sync with your emotions so soon and yet there he was, basking in your happy state. 

you didn’t understand how you could feel so utterly happy with such small things – like you feel it four times more. the way you stopped getting so fidgety around them was hint enough – but then you'd get extra happy around kyle. and then, you get extra joyful whenever you are close to them, any of them. simon is the first one to get the physical extension of your – affectionate – admiration. whenever he'd step to your side to talk to you when you were already occupied, you’d touch his forearm slightly – letting him know that you know he's there, “just hang on a second”.

you'd hold him until you finish whatever it is that you're doing, and then you’d turn to face him, eyes on his – a glint of something endearing in them – and an apology on the tip of your tongue, “sorry, what was it you wanted to say?” and he'd always fight the urge to kiss your forehead then, addressing whatever he wanted to say before.

one time he forgets to eat before your daily training on the glade, and mid way through training he feels lightheaded – weak. it was rare for it to happen, and his mood goes all the way to hell because now he's hungry and grumpy, the effects of the physical activities only summing up his hangry state. he had just finished fighting with johnny – knocking him off his feet way too fast –, sitting on an old, layed out tree near the makeshift arena, when you touched his bicep softly.

simon could never snap at any of his teammates, you were no different. he tries to keep his cool, choosing to stay quiet and letting you do the talking first. 

“i've got this… uh, piece of pie that I baked yesterday,” you start, hands holding out the small, glass container where it was displayed a very delicious looking pie. simon looks up at you in wonder and you two stare at each other – blinking once, twice – before you speak again, “do you want it?”

“if i want to eat it?” he furrows his brows. why’d you have to do this right when he's hungry and ready to punch someone? you’re too much of a sweetheart.

“yeah…” you answer, not really knowing what else to say. truth be told, you didn’t know what made you ask that. you usually packed a small container of food for yourself to eat during training because sometimes it was all that helped you to get through the exhausting routine. but today something in the back of your mind was itching, telling you to hand it to simon. so you did. “seems like you need it.”

simon takes the container in his big hands, the smell of the sweet pie knocking him out for a second. you hand him a small fork, to which he thanks you with a mumble, and you watch as he pulls his mask up a bit and takes a big first bite of your baking. he eats it quite fast, earning a ‘calm down, love, it’s not going to run’ from you – and he almost chokes when he hears the pet name, it reaches a deep part of his mind. when he's done he closes the container with the fork inside, saying “i’ll bring this home and give it back t’ya filled with something tasty”. you don't question, of course, maybe he was just being polite – actually, he just wanted an excuse to cook something for you.

when you get back to the arena to your combat training, he's feeling as light as a feather – with a full belly and warm heart. you eye him for a second, a wave of fondness taking over your body and you giggle. the feeling is what you imagine being wrapped in simon's arms would be, and in a way it feels like you're being mentally drowned by him, him, him. when you check up on him one last time, he's staring at you – the hint of a smile visible from the scrunched lines around his eyes.

on the walk home, you can’t hear the end of it. johnny is by your side the whole way, asking – pleading – for you to give him a piece of the pie too. he just loves baked sweet treats, and he thinks you look like a pretty decent cook, so why would you deny it to him? you can’t hold the laugh that escapes your lips, hand playfully slapping his arm as he talks with you – the both of you walking a bit behind the other three.

you take the moment to try and grow a bit closer to him, “tell you what, if you give me a piggyback ride home, i’ll let you inside for some tea and pie.” your eyes have a teasing glint in them, your voice molding a fake conspiratorial whisper.

johnny doesn’t have to be told twice, urging a yelp out of you with the way he’s effortlessly picking you up the second after you finish your sentence. you secure your arms around his shoulders, head playfully knocking on his before you rest altogether.

he takes a faster pace, catching up with the others as he lets out a “look what i have,” in between giggles. 

john smiles, wholeheartedly so. he knew how much johnny had been walking on eggshells around you and how he'd been neglecting himself for your comfort. he also knew how much you'd love him when you finally grew used to him – he's only ever going to make you feel loved.

kyle calls out for the two of you, playfully yelling about betrayal and favoritism. you giggle again, hugging johnny almost intimately as you whisper “don’t let him catch us” in his ear – failing to see the way he leans into you instantly, goosebumps trailing down his neck –, and that's how you end up being chased all the way to your house by kyle, whilst still tightly secured in johnny's back.

“they’re so similar to one another,” john murmurs to simon, who's still walking by his side.

“they are,” simon hums contemplatively. he and john watch as kyle catches the two of you, hugging johnny from behind and locking you between their bodies. “it's crazy how she just fitted right in.”

“it is, innit? thought the problem was going to be something else,” john answers, a laugh rumbling in his chest as he watches you wiggle out of the boys’ embrace and run to the opposite direction – and the way they run after you like in some comic animation, in a heartbeat. “turns out the real problem is keeping these three alive, they’ll figure out the rest.”

you scream, caught off guard when kyle picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, turning to walk towards your front door that had long come into view.

you clutch his shirt, trying to sound stern but failing miserably, your laughter completely taking away all seriousness of your sentence, “kyle! kyle, put me down!” 

“nuh uh, love,” kyle talks back, chuckling and shoving johnny off – who was trying to get you back in his arms.

you try to look up, and quickly recognize the two upside down figures walking right behind you, so you pull them into the mix without a care – you were just so happy –, “cap, cap! please, help me,” you say, and squeal when kyle jumps a bit to shake you on his shoulders. “ah, LT– i fed you, how can you do this to me?” 

you gasp comically in your position, hearing how simon laughs at you. he looks over to price who only shakes his head and throws an arm over the lieutenant's shoulders. kyle lets you down on your porch, hands smoothing your hair down to which you answer with a playful glare.

you take your keys out, unlocking the door and taking your boots off. “y’all can only get inside if you take your shoes off. house rules,” you state, leaving the door open as you make your way to the kitchen.

you hear the sound of them fumbling around and then the click of the door being pushed closed as you put water on a kettle and into the fire, moving to take the pie out of the oven – where you usually kept it. when you turn to place the container on the island you notice how they all seem curious over the space – right, you forgot that it was their first time there.

“you guys want a tour…?” you question from where you’re standing in the kitchen, watching as they turn to look at you from the living room.

“that’d be nice,” johnny answers, looking around – trying to carve every detail to his brain. “been dying tae see yer home.”

you grimace, moving past them and motioning for them to follow. “not really home yet,” you mumble, risking a bit of honesty. it was the first time you’d talk about the conditions of your recent life, “most of the days i can’t sleep.”

john glances over your frame – the words pricking his mind. as you walk around the house, your voice is the only audible thing while you point which room is what. once you're back in the kitchen, the men choose to sit at the kitchen island – to watch you closely in your domestic routine, like this happens everyday – john can’t help but ask, “you’ve been having trouble sleeping?” the urge to drop a ‘sweetheart’ being almost unbearable.

“yeah, s' just… ‘m used to city noise and all that shit,” you reply, avoiding his eyes – occupying yourself with settling down the mugs and plates you'd use. “it’s too quiet here, it's unsettling.”

“i get that, it took me a while to get used to it too,” john shares, his tone comforting and reassuring. “you’re always welcome to knock on our door if ya need anything, y’know?”

you smile at his attempt in making you feel better, his caring personality is something you admire in him. “thanks, cap,” you mumble, moving forward to let your arm touch his – great, real smooth, now he’ll think i’m touch starved— you think to yourself.

only to be met with his hand circling your middle, pulling you closer. his voice is lower when he speaks, but all the boys can make out what he’s saying, “y’know you can call me john, sweetheart…”

and the hot feeling in your cheek is nothing compared to the insane rhythm of your heartbeat. they all notice your flustered state, but they can tell you like it – the pure bliss you feel at the small display of intimacy, the proof that you’re one of them now, that you’re theirs.

surprisingly – or not –, is johnny who breaks the silence, “it was about time,” is almost like a whisper, none of them want to disturb the new harmony you managed to fall into. “thought ye’d only call kyle by his name.”

you furrow your brows, confused – and surprised he talked so openly about it, but enjoying nonetheless. you don’t think twice before answering, “what do you mean? i always call you by your name.” you leave john’s side to take the kettle out the stove, making the tea and plating the pie’s slices for them. 

johnny talks all throughout your movements, “trust me, bonny,” and he sounds absolutely serious, “i would remember if ye did.”

you look up at him as you hand them their respective plates and mugs, getting caught off guard by the look in his eyes – he’s dead serious. you let out a giggle, making a point of saying, “okay then, johnny,” his name rolling heavy in your voice, your teasing tone doing things to his poor mind. “would you guys like some sugar? or milk?”

and just like that, it’s like he’s never even brought up the conversation. you spend a nice, long afternoon talking and laughing – getting to know each other. you quickly realize that you’re somewhat close to all of them, except for johnny – which is odd, because he's the most extroverted of you all. you feel johnny seeping through your walls, and by the end of your little gathering you already feel comfortable enough to hug him goodbye – actually, you pull him into your arms like some unspoken apology and he quietly whispers “it’ll get better from now on”. and you believe him.

not only that, you can feel it deep into your bones – all of their certainty. the way they’re all confident that they have you just as much as you have them, and that you’re already halfway through pursuing a real bond – trust, affection, true intimacy.

a/n: next part we'll have more of price and johnny, don't worry. | taglist: @fruitymoonbeams-blog @little-mini-me-world @bath1lda @imthatone-annoyingfriend @night-shadowblood-writes2 @z-wantstowrite @kentuckyhobbit @supernova2205 @thatghostlykid

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Dead royalty Zagreus

What if before Zagreus kills Hades, he was able to go to the surface and meet with Persephone where he meets reader who helps her with her gardens who is just the kindest sweetheart and very cheerful that after many times coming to the surface Zagreus starts to fall in love with them and then Persephone reveals that reader has a similar past to Zagreus (has an abusive home life and just couldn't take it anymore so they ran away from home to seek a new life) which makes Zagreus feel even more close to reader with their shared life experience. And then one day reader dies after Zagreus kills Hades and becomes the new ruler and with his new position makes sure that they are pampered and spoiled and asks them to marry him

WAAAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE OMG!!!

Dead Royalty! Zagreus x Abused Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: Reader came from an abusive household, Reader and Zag has trauma from horrible parents, Soft yandere Zag? Fluff.

Zagreus can still remember the first time he saw them.

Zagreus had managed to kill his father on the surface (to change his infinite loop of defeats and deaths) and got to see his mother, however, he realized that there was something different that time.

Or rather, now there was someone new accompanying them.

Zagreus had only seen mortals arriving somewhere in Hades, so seeing one alive and well was new, but a Nice kind of new, and he wanted to get closer to talk, to know their name, to see them up close.

The mortal also seemed to be curious to see him, but as soon as they realized that Zagreus was approaching, they soon stood behind his mother, rather than being scared, they looked...cautious.

Persephone introduces him and the reader, her new gardening helper. They didn't talk much the first time, but Zagreus couldn't take his eyes off them, in a strange mix of amazement and curiosity.

The following times were better, reader was already more aware of Zagreus' surprise visits and received him along with Lady Persephone. They even started waiting on their own if Zagreus arrived! Since after all, he was the only person “more or less” their age.

reader had been around many men in her life, some worse than others, who made her feel...alert, a warning that something bad was going to happen. It was the way I knew how to survive, listen to your instincts, they (unlike people) don't lie.

But with Zagreus...they didn't really feel any need to flee, or feel like there was any danger. Maybe because he was the son of Lady Persephone, but at the same time it couldn't be that, they were similar, yes, but so different at the same time.

Reader began to feel more confident about being themself around Zagreus, the more he came, the more they showed their true happy and sweet nature. Waiting for him to continue talking about his adventures in the underworld, what everything was like down there, the heroes and monsters he had faced, it was all so... wonderful for both of them.

For one thing, Zagreus didn't really have anyone who really cared what he did to get to the surface (besides Achilles and Persephone), so having someone not only interested in listening to him, but even excited? See the reader's face light up with his stories? It's so adorable and cute!

Zagreus was not only happy to reach the surface for his mother, but to be greeted by a very happy reader who warmed his heart.

Zag occasionally brought things to show the reader in case they were seen, things like nectar, ambrosia, some shiny stone he found in Elysium, trinkets, etc.

It was…strange to think that there was someone waiting for him, actively waiting for him and wanting to see him. That thought gave him a warm and pleasant feeling, being with the reader.

And over time, Zagreus began to notice certain things.

Like, for example, the reader was not a fan of loud noises or scares. Zagreus found out this when he saw the reader distractedly watering some plants and thought it would be fun if he gave her a little scare. The end result was reader elbowing him in the face and let out a scream, a loud scream.

Zagreus didn't mean that, he thought they would just be a little scared and embarrassed, the normal thing! And he felt horrible afterwards (he was spamming “sorry” to the reader for the rest of the afternoon).

Zagreus didn't have to be a genius to realize that Reader was quite careful, especially with his mother's things. He, on the other hand, had never worked in a garden before, so one of the first times he wanted to lend a hand with the gardening (specifically, watering the pots), he ended up making a wrong move and one of the flower pots fell over.

And it shattered loudly.

Zagreus was embarrassed, but when he checked on the reader, he was surprised to see her crouched down, with her hands on her head, almost... trembling.

Persephone took the reader to another place to have more privacy and he really didn't know what had happened. Did the broken pot scare them?

But one of the biggest signs that something was wrong was when one day Zagreus and reader were playing in some bushes, which just had dried leaves.

Reader enjoyed watching the leaves fly, but several ended up getting stuck in their hair without realizing it. When Zagreus reached out to take them off, Reader immediately moved away on instinct and covered their face.

That was the final straw, seeing the fear and panic on their face... Zagreus had to know why. So he asked the only person who might know, his mother. And unfortunately what he heard sounded very familiar.

- “reader has had a difficult life, even difficult for a mortal, without a mother who loved them, and a father... who would have liked him to also be absent. Reader ended up here precisely so they could flee from their “family” since they feared for their life. Now they is better than before, but they used to be afraid of their own shadow... How can a father harm his own child like that?

Many things made sense now, and Zagreus began to feel a much stronger connection with the reader when learning about his dark past with his family, precisely because he could relate a lot to that aspect.

Probably after this talk with Persephone, Zag talks to the reader and apologizes if he unknowingly made them feel uncomfortable, sharing his own experience. Which would greatly surprise the reader, after all they sees Zagreus as someone untouchable, but when he tells them that he has such ...Human problems, they begin to see him differently.

They both become closer from this, and it evolves into something more.

What were once simple friendly games or normal conversations now have certain romantic notes or inclinations of the style...

Even Persephone notices these changes, and honestly? love every second of it! She believes that after so much misfortune and pain, the reader deserves a partner who will treat them well and love them properly, and Zagreus is definitely a good match. Furthermore, she herself has seen how he gets when the reader is around, he is almost like a puppy!

It seemed like everything was going in the right direction. But then Zagreus's visits began to decrease, they knew it was because his father was letting him off easily, but that wasn't the worst, the worst was what they felt afterwards... A total change in balance, an alteration, something bad had happened... Lady Persephone had to urgently leave her meadows and her house to confirm for herself what had happened, and the reader decided to stay behind and take care of the plants, she did not want to get involved in matters of divinities. But I would pray that everything turned out well.

Maybe they should pray for themself that night.

It was fast, when it was getting dark, reader was putting away all the tools and waiting for Lady Persephone to return, they was so absorbed in the work that they didn't hear when someone really arrived, someone not welcome.

First they felt a big blow to their head, which left the reader on the ground motionless in pain, and when they saw theur attacker, fear paralyzed them completely. Father. It was father. He found them. And it didn't take him long to finish the job...

........... reader felt strange, as if they were swimming in smoke...in nothingness...

and before they knew it, they emerged to be able to breathe heavily, from a liquid that they could only think was blood.

Reader hadn't really finished processing everything when Hypnos approached, amused as always, opening his list and caught his attention when he saw such a specific name. So much so, that he did not waste time calling out loud to Zagreus, claiming how the newcomer had a name VERY SIMILAR to the mortal he was talking about.

It took Zagreus a little less than a few seconds to recognize who had arrived in the underworld, it couldn't be a coincidence, and when he saw it with his own eyes, he was conflicted...

On the one hand, reader was now within his reach, he finally had everything he wanted, his mother, his father out of the picture, and now, reader.

But, on the other hand, he knew that the reason the reader came to the underworld was precisely because he had died, which, although it made him immensely angry when reading his cause of death, it was neither the time nor the place. No. Now he would focus on the reader, as he should.

The following days (or weeks, who knows how the hell time works down here?) were a bit blurry, but Zagreus attributed it to an effect of the shock of having died, so he was patient. Meanwhile, reader stayed away from people, everything was so...new. And strange for them.

For this reason, Zagreus was quite adamant that the reader did not do activities that tired them or that required effort. Instead, reader spent much of the day in (Zagreus's previous room), the room with the most space they had in the house of Hades. The reader almost felt ashamed that they couldn't contribute anything to the house or return the favor to their caretakers, but Zagreus was firm.

After all, reader could help them by letting them help them and pamper them.

Fortunately, Zagreus made sure that reader was well cared for, fed, clothed, etc. It was almost embarrassing for the reader, who had gotten used to living by earning the little they had, now they was given privileges in the palm of their hand(by a GOD nothing less).

Zag definitely asks the reader to “do a spin” when trying on new clothes, he finds shyness so adorable in this type of situation. So these types of “dates” also usually come with many compliments.

It was easier to adjust when Lady Persephone intervened so that reader could go out more and not just sit around doing nothing, even, to calm reader's (and Zagreus') nerves, she offered to be her “assistant” as Co-ruler of the underworld, of course, until Zagreus found a SUITABLE AND GOOD PARTNER FOR THE POSITION ;)

The reader was still under some monitoring by Zagreus, but it was more about their mood, if they was feeling well, if something was bothering them, if they needed to talk, etc. He was tender, looking for any excuse to talk, to make the house of Hades feel like their home too (after all, that was also his plan).

If we're talking about married life, it's absolutely adorable, even if Zagreus can go a bit overboard with the overprotectiveness, he's partly projecting himself on how he would have liked to protect the reader before. As if he was compensating.

He is still very pampering, after all his main love language is giving gifts, but now he has the means to give the reader everything he wants or needs, especially now that he is drowning in work and can't spend as much time with them as would like to :,( It doesn't matter what it is, clothes, books, hobbies, a specific object, revenge, etc. reader is spoiled beyond belief.

Speaking of! Zagreus would definitely be more than willing to send the reader's murderer straight to the underworld, only to send him directly to Tartarus as soon as he arrives, or even better! Feed it to Cerberus! But he really doesn't believe he's capable of such cruelty…towards Cerberus. Zagreus would never make him eat crap.

Reader's bright and cheerful attitude is definitely what keeps Zagreus' little sanity afloat, they is like a beacon of hope for the underworld, in the most literal way possible. Reader is definitely the softer consort, who convinces Zagreus not to impose such severe punishments, and for the same reason, people love them.

Although of course, never more than Zagreus loves them. And that's what matters.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Thanks for this Request! I think i went a little overboard😅 hope u like it

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Hi. Can you do one with Amber x fem reader x Tara, pls?

Where the three of them are dating for months.

Wes started to bully the r and he told her to stay away from Tara (because we all know that he like her) but once Wes take it too far w the bullying and the r ended up at the hospital w a broken leg.

The only one who knows about the r being at the hospital was Chad (he's the r best friend). The r didn't told anything to her gfs because she was scared of them being mad about not telling them about the bullying from Wes.

Idk something cute like Amber or Tara picking her up and carrying the r around the school or classes while the other one is pushing the wheelchair. But noticing that something was off w the r when Wes returned to their friend's group (like they're all sitting at the lunch table at school and when the reader notices that Wes was coming, she scoots away panicking from Tara)

When Amber and Tara find out the truth they decided to confront Wes.

Idk something cute at the end?

“Pssst nerd.” You faced the front of your class trying your best not to pay her any attention. “Psssssssssst.”

“Miss Freeman is there a problem?” The teacher drawled.

“Actually yes Mr.Lewis my girlfriend isn’t paying any attention to me.” She smirked. The class laughed right as the bell rang making the teacher groan in annoyance.

“Read chapter 7 for the quiz next week. Amber since it’s the end of the class and the school day I will let you off with a warning. Please refrain from disturbing my class for your girlfriend…again.”

The dark haired girl smirked once more before picking up your book bag and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Hello love.” She whispered softly making you grin.

You glanced to see the teacher not paying attention and gave the girl a soft kiss on the lips.

“Did you really have to interrupt class to say hi?” She shrugged cheesing.

“Don’t know guess you’ll have to find out next class.”

You both laugh heading down the hall to meet up with the rest of the group. Ambers usual scowl coming back on as she glared at anyone looking her way. You both came to a shop at the door groaning as you saw Tara still in her seat next to Wes. Your annoyance towards the teacher for not releasing class yet and Ambers towards the bleach blonde who was leaning too close to Tara.

“Mommy’s boy really needs to take a hint.” You side eye Amber warily knowing her temper can sometimes get the best of her. You grabbed one of her hands running soft circles on the back making the girls tense posture relax. The door was slammed open as students began to run out. Tara stopping in front of you and Amber dimples on display as she smiled at the sight of you.

“Hey babe.” Amber leaned down giving the girl a kiss before she turned towards you brown eyes shining.

“Hi baby.” She stood slightly on her toes kissing you making Wes scowl. Everyone knew of the boys not so secret crush on Tara and his delusion of her someday developing feelings for him. It was actually thanks to him that Tara had given you a chance.

The smaller girl was wary of you at first. She felt you were too quiet at times and slightly intimidating but one day Wes got too close after school when Amber wasn’t around so you’d stepped in getting her away from him just in time. She found herself drawn to your soft nature and asked to hang out after school. It was during some random movie that she gathered the courage to kiss you. Her girlfriend was in the kitchen when she did so and when she’d come back out you’d gotten the opposite of what was expected. With a quiet “Thank God” Amber had pulled you in by the collar of your shirt and kissed you too.

This was 4 months ago and still going strong your relationship was better than those around you and was quite the scandal around school. Your friends hadn’t been as accepting but luckily Amber and Tara’s group welcomed you with open arms all except Wes who had little choice in the matter.

You were brought out of your thoughts by Mindy who’d looped her arms around yours and Ambers necks.

“Movie night at our house you guys in?” You both looked down to Tara. In public it may have seemed you both were in charge but the truth of the matter was that Tara word was law for the three of you. She knew how to calm you both down, always found a solution to any problem and she had you both wrapped around her finger. She nodded slightly making the both of you turn back to Mindy.

“Sounds good.” Mindy nodded running towards her car.

“BRING LIQUOR AND NOTHING CHEAP!” You all laughed as you went to the nearest liquor store.

Three movies endless junk food and a few bottles of cheap wine, you stumbled to the bathroom. Amber was too busy arguing with Mindy to notice you slip away as Tara’s head rested on her shoulder eyes shut as she’d slowly fallen asleep.

You had just finished washing your hands when you went to exit the bathroom a familiar head of hair coming into view.

“Oh sorry Wes-“

“You guys are fucking freaks you know that?” His words were slurred most likely due to the four bottles of beer he’d chugged earlier.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me your relationship is nothing more than some weird experiment. Tara deserves an actual relationship with one person.” You laughed moving past him.

“You’re drunk Wes go home.” He shakes his head scowling as you go back to your girlfriends. He watched as you sat on the couch stroking Tara’s hair as she curls into you ambers arm also around her sometimes placing light kisses on her forehead or cheeks. He felt his anger grow as she’d open her eyes and look to the both of you in adoration.

It was disgusting.

On Monday you had gone to school as normal only Tara had a dentist appointment this time and Amber went to take her. You were heading to your next class when you felt a harsh shove. You stumbled down the steps people moving aside so they wouldn’t fall with you. A harsh snap following making everyone gasp and stare as you cried out in pain. Your eyes were clouded with tears but you knew you’m saw bleach blonde tips in the crowd. A small smirk on the boys lips. It was as you were being loaded on the gurney that he faked a look of concern before leaning in close to whisper.

“Stay away from Tara.” When he’d pulled away the picture perfect look of innocence.

“Feel better Y/n!”

Asshole.

You were on the hospital bed being pumped full of morphine when your best friend Chad came in.

“Holy shit” He ran up to hug you, being mindful of the IV. “Are you ok?”

You stared at him.

“Right dumb question. What happened?”

“Chad..” you took a shuddering breath in. “Wes pushed me. He did this.”

Chad looked doubtful. “Wes?”

You nod. “Last weekend at your place he was talking shit and I didn’t take him serious but he doesn’t like my relationship with Tara.”

Chad still looked skeptical. “I don’t know Y/N Wes is a goodie two shoes I can’t see him pushing you on purpose, plus his mom is the sheriff.”

You clenched your jaw knowing this would get you nowhere. Amber stormed in with Tara trailing behind her.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Are you ok?”

You smiled slightly at the sight of your girlfriends. It fell the minute you caught sight of him with the rest of your friend group. You’d turned your cheek when Tara went to kiss you. Making it seem like you were just in pain. The two fussed over you as the rest of the group stayed to talk for a bit. Mindy was the first to sign the temporary cast as Liv followed suit adding her own “personal touch” (she’d found stickers at the gift shop downstairs)

When you were released the two girls refused to let you leave their sights. Amber more protective than usual and Tara was extremely attentive it both wanted your heart and gave you anxiety. They’d each taken turns pushing you in a wheelchair around their houses. They’d both insisted that crutches would make it more difficult for them to cuddle you. At home Amber would lift you upstairs and get ready for bed the two girls on each side of you. Tara cooked breakfast and tried showing extra affection becoming slightly disheartened each time you seemed to distance yourself from her. Amber had taken notice too when she’d given you affection there was no issue but you now flinch at the slightest touch from Tara. The smaller girl looked to her other girlfriend for guidance but neither knew what to make of it.

It was your first day back at school during lunch that Amber had realized the possible reason for your odd behavior.

You were all at the table eating and laughing when Wes had come to join. You already had been somewhat distant with Tara but you seemed to curl into yourself whenever the boy was involved. Your usual witty remarks became less and less, you were becoming even quieter than when they’d first met you.

You scooted slightly away from the brunette and began to pick at your food not speaking unless spoken to directly. Amber got closer to you.

��Babe are you not hungry?” You shrug as Tara overhears.

She places a hand on your thigh gently. You go to move but Amber holds you in place. She watches your eyes shoot to Wes, to Iess observant eyes everything would seem normal but she saw the way Wes’ eyebrows furrowed in anger and the fear in yours.

That night they’d taken you to Tara’s you’d asked if you could sleep alone. Amber and Tara were slightly hurt but respected your space just downstairs if you needed anything.

“It’s not you.” The freckled girl looked to her girlfriend confused. “Y/n still loves you, I think Wes might have something to do with her behavior.”

Tara blanched. Wes? Sweet quiet Wes who does nothing but love his mom and play video games. She thought back to see if he’d had any changes in behavior. He had seemed more confident around her always getting slightly closer than usual whenever Y/N was around and when they were alone he was a lot more open with his flirting. She nodded.

“We need proof.” Amber sighed.

“I have an idea that none of us will like.”

.

Tara was home mentally preparing herself as Amber hid in the closet. She had texted Wes to come over as she needed to talk to him.

Not five minutes later the doorbell rang.

“Hey Tara are you ok?” The girl took a deep breath remembering the speech her and Amber had come up with.

“No it’s Y/N I don’t think she loves me anymore.” Wes almost smiled but quickly put his hands on Tara’s shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful and sweet If she can’t see that she doe No sn’t deserve you. Neither does Amber.”

Amber huffed out a breath quietly.

Fucking weasel.

“I just feel like ever since she fell she’s changed. She doesn’t even look at me anymore.”

“I see you Tara I’ve always seen you.” The boy leaned in making Tara push him gently back.

“Wes I’m still in a relationship.” He sighed out angrily.

“Tara can’t you see I’m better for you? Were meant to be together, we have the same classes, the same interests, that’s why I pushed her she was in our way.”

“I’m still with Amber too.”

“Amber is an asshole she can have Y/n and she’ll be fine. You just have to give us a chance Tara.” He went to kiss her again not stopping when she’d lean away.

“Wes Stop!”

Amber had enough she went to grab the boy from Tara before punching him.

You awoke to the noise and began to climb down the stairs carefully and quietly. You’d kept a knife by your bedside as would any sane person who lived in Woodsboro.

“Son of a bitch!” The boy began to fight back tackling Amber into the kitchen. Tara yelled at him to stop once more. He’d thrown Amber against the counter top and back handed Tara who fell to the floor. The was a harsh stabbing sound followed by a gasp.

Tara looked to see you holding a knife in the boys shoulder he’d gone to attack again but Amber had stabbed him in his lower abdomen to slow him down. Pulling out before stabbing him again he’d shoved you harshly making you fall and lose your grip on your weapon. Tara grabbed the fallen knife and got the final blow to his chest as he’d gone to stab Amber.

“Do you see me now Wes?”

His body fell to the floor blood pooling between the three of you. You each scanned the other to make sure you were alright. You grabbed Tara’s face in your hands placing a soft kiss before doing the same to Amber.

Tara placed her forehead against yours one hand gripping Amber as she looked at Wes.

“No one will take you away from me.”

Her dark eyes shot to yours and Tara’s.

“No one.”

I hope you liked it 😅😭

[jungshookz]

apparently y/n's really good with toddlers and jimin thinks it's adorable

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; alright balletteacher!jimin stans since the last update was.,,. uh,., anyway here’s some pre-breakupfluff!! actually idk if this is going to make u guys more sad knowing how that last drabble ended but this one is super cute so at least you have that <3 i’m FINALLY appeasing u with balletteacher!jimin content 

➺ wordcount; 2.3k

➺ summary; all the teeny ballerinas seem to gravitate towards y/n for some reason and it’s taking everything within jimin to not spend the entire class just watching her fondly. 

➺ what to expect;  “oops, i dropt my swipper again.”

»»————- 🧸 ————-««

when jimin first got the email from saying that he had to take over the toddler’s ballet class for a day because the teacher for that class called in sick at the very last minute and he was the only one whose schedule lined up perfectly with the toddler’s class, needless to say, he wasn’t very happy 

it’s not that he hates children or anything horrible like that (he really doesn’t understand people who say that they hate children) — don’t get him wrong, he loves when random babies wave at him on the street and he’ll even go as far as to make a face at them if their parents aren’t watching — it’s just that he’s literally never taught a toddler ballet class before so he doesn’t even know where to start… and he also doesn’t know how far he can push them before he’s being accused of being a horrible, mean teacher 

though it would be fairly impressive on his end if they were able to do grand jetés by the end of class 

“i’m so happy we get to play with toddlers all day!” lisa squeals, plopping herself down next to you as you continue your morning stretches in front of the mirror, “aren’t you excited??” 

“i think it’ll be fun!” you smile, nodding in agreement before shrugging, “i’m a little nervous because i literally have never interacted with a child other than my little cousins, and they’re like eight to nine years old now, so i’m out of practice…” 

“it’s okay, y/n,” you feel a harsh pat on your shoulder and you look up to see seulgi smiling sweetly at you, “not all of us can be good at everything. you keep the class humble.”  

“very funny, seulgi.” you grumble, rolling your eyes before turning to look back at lisa, “i’m just glad we kinda get a day off because we have to help mr. park teach the toddlers. i don’t know about you but i am not in the mood to do any pirouettes this morning.” you huff, adjusting your leg warmers before checking out your reflection in the mirror to make sure you look okay

you also feel a little groggy because you didn’t get much sleep last night 

you spent the night at jimin’s and then he drove you back to your place early (because lisa texted and said she’d come over in the morning to have breakfast with you before the two of you zipped over to the studio so you had to go home otherwise she’d be wondering where the hell else you’d be) 

“do you think i should’ve worn the sheep-patterned leg warmers instead? i feel like toddlers would be more receptive to sheeps-“ for some reason you feel like you’re trying to impress the toddlers even though they probably don’t even know what leg warmers are and even if they did they couldn’t care less about them

you were going to wear your sweatpants but you got a new pair of leg warmers and you wanted to show them off (they’re baby pink with little black bows on the back of them), so you decided to pair them with your black leotard, a matching black wrap cardigan, and your stockings of course

“ah, i just love kids,” lisa sighs, getting up from the ground as you get up as well before looping her arm with yours, “and i don’t know about you, but seeing mr. park interact with kids is also something that i’m very much looking forward to.” 

you feel a wide grin growing on your face at the reminder that yes, you’re finally going to see jimin interacting with cute little kids and you remind yourself to keep it cool

you and jimin only started dating a few weeks ago and you don’t want to scare him off by getting all baby crazy

you don’t even know if jimin wants kids 

…

does he want kids?

and if he does, would he want to have them with you? because you certainly wouldn’t mind carrying his beautiful children and-

“oh my god, they’re so cute!” 

the room erupts into high pitched coos and squeals when the toddlers, well, toddle into the room, all of them dressed in matching baby pink cardigans and leotards and chiffon skirts with stockings on their little legs and neat little slicked back buns on their little heads and it doesn’t take long for you to fall in love with all of them because oh my god they’re so cute and you just want to eat their chubby little cheekies and gobble them up and rRRaAWOOF- 

“ladies, here are our little guests for the day,” jimin laughs lightly, shutting the door behind him quietly as he gently nudges the little ones towards the group like a herd of little baby sheep, “there are twenty-four of them and twelve of you, so if you could each take two for the day, that would be wonderful- oh!” jimin pauses when he accidentally bumps into one of the girls and he reaches down to pat her head, “sorry honey, mr. park is a little clumsy today and you’re just so small-“ 

“oh god, i can’t take it-“ lisa groans quietly, holding a hand over her mouth as she muffles a squeal and starts to bounce on the balls of her feet excitedly, “i can’t take it i can’t take it i can’t take it that is so stinking cute-“ 

“what are we supposed to do, do we just grab two random ones and go?” seulgi asks with a frown and you can’t help but snort because that is such a seulgi thing to ask 

“don’t grab two of them and go, this isn’t a drive through-“ you chuckle, watching as the other girls disperse into the crowd of teeny ballereenies to collect their two for the day, “you just have to go and see which ones vibe with you, i think. which might be hard for you.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“well, all children know that they need to stay away from the wicked witch of the west- OW-“ you yelp when seulgi delivers a hard punch to your arm before taking off 

it’s only in that moment you notice one of the little girls in the back, wide-eyed and holding onto both her slippers, looking as lost as ever 

she stumbles forward as the other girls start shuffling forwards slightly, all the toddlers clearly a little intimidated by all of you 

you make your way over to her and she immediately looks up at you, her lips parting slightly 

“hi! do you need some help with your slippers?” you crouch down so that you’re eye-level with her and she nods shyly before averting her gaze, “okay, i can help you. i’m y/n. what’s your name?” you stand back up before holding your hand out for her and she wraps her hand around two of your fingers, trailing behind you as you lead her to a free corner in the room 

“mia.” 

“mia’s a very pretty name,” you smile, looking down at her (from your angle, you can see her little cheeks protruding out slightly and it’s just so cute) 

“i dropt my swipper.” mia suddenly stops in her tracks and you stop as well, letting her bend down to pick up her slipper only for the other one to fall onto the ground, “oops, i dropt my swipper again.” 

you and lisa make eye contact from across the room and she pushes her bottom lip out in a pout before scrunching her face and putting a hand over her chest and you make the same expression in return to tell her that oh my god, i know, right?!

“alright, miss mia, do you wanna sit down for me?” you hum, sitting down cross-legged before patting your lap, “it’ll be easier for me to put your slippers on if you’re sitting.” 

mia nods before plopping herself down on your lap and you nearly let out a coo when you notice how teeny weeny her slippers are

they’re just so cute! and they’re basically the size of your hand!!!!!! 

“how old are you, mia?” you ask, taking her slippers from her before lifting one of her chubby little legs up so you can put a slipper on 

“thwee.” she holds four fingers up and you giggle, reaching over to put one of them down for her, “i’m thwee.” she kicks her legs slightly, sticking the one with the slipper up into the air before wiggling her toes 

»»————- 🧸 ————-««

jimin smiles to himself as he looks around the room, feeling weirdly proud at how well all of you are looking after the little ones even though his teaching has nothing to do with how good you guys are with kids 

he started the class off with a few warm-up exercises and was very impressed at how well the little girls followed his lead (to be honest he’s already picked out the ones that would survive in his class when they’re older, and it’s definitely not the one that started twirling around in ditzy, uncoordinated circles when he asked everyone to get into third position), and it’s only been about twenty minutes but according to the schedule given to him, they take ten minute breaks every twenty minutes which seems a little too lax for his liking, but then again — he’s not a teacher for toddlers, so who is he to say what’s right and what’s wrong? 

and he has to admit that it was hard to not watch you the entire time you were guiding your girls and showing them how to do everything properly (“demi-plie, mia! keep your back straight just like me…”) 

at first he was going to tell you off because you were kneeled on the ground while he was teaching up front but then he realized you were only doing it so you could help the little ones with positioning their feet, and not to mention, you weren’t just helping your own two ballereenies, you were helping whichever ones were around you which was just… so nice to see 

and perhaps the others will suspect him of favouritism because he’s pretty sure lisa caught him staring fondly at you at one point but it’s not like anyone would ever confront him about it so he’s really not too worried 

“and at home, i- i do- um, i do, um, dance evewywhere and my favouwite- favouwite song is wet it go from fwozen because anna and elsa-“

“speaking of let it go- emma, you better let go of my bun before you yank my hair off my head!”

jimin’s ears perk up in interest when he hears your voice among the many voices and squeals and giggles in the room and he turns around, eyes scanning the room until he finally lands on you to see you surrounded by six of the baby ballerinas

you’ve got one of them sitting on your lap with her hand buried in a pack of animal crackers (none of them brought snacks with them so he’s assuming those came from you), one of them with their arms slung over you from behind and her cheek pressed to your shoulder, three of them sitting cross-legged around you, and the last one prancing around you chatting away excitedly 

you wrap your arm securely around the one sitting on your lap, reaching down to smooth some of her hair back before leaning over a little to look at her and ask if she’s alright, and she nods in response before holding a cracker up for you to take 

jimin feels his heart skip a beat at the adorable sight because he was certainly not aware of how good you are with children

he can’t help but chuckle when he notices you showing off your leg warmers off 

so cute

so, so cute

his eyes widen when you look up and immediately lock gazes with him only for you to wave at him shyly before returning your attention to the girls after jimin returns a smile and a wave of his own 

you and y/n would make a really cute baby, the intrusive voice in his head tells him as his arm drops back to his side, and jimin finds his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of a teeny little y/n trailing behind him like a little duckling 

he could dress her up in her ballet clothes and put bows in her hair and train her to become the best ballerina the world has ever seen and she’d have your hair and eyes and his nose and mouth and she’d be so sweet and kind like you but strong and tenacious like him 

and not to sound like a hormonal boy or anything but the process of baby-making seems like it’d be very fun 

…

…

…

“mr. park, y/n’s stealing all the kids!” jimin looks over when he hears seulgi whining and he resists the urge to snort at how huffy she’s being, “i took two of them like you told us to but all of them are like, gravitating towards y/n for some reason-“

“well, i guess there’s just something about y/n that they like, seulgi.” jimin responds with a shrug, keeping his eyes glued on you with a fond smile twitching at the corner of his mouth 

🎙️ ask y/n where she gets her leg warmers (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (full fics!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!) 

[icarustypicalfall]

HEAD CANONS!!

how cod men would use their phones

this is my first time doing head canons lmao if its bad just forget it 😭 i tried to be realistic but that was extremely dump lmaoo

warnings: none, totally sfw and maybe funny? 😀

captain john price

honestly, i see him as the type of people who'll lecture you when they see you using a phone, while he plays candy crush and similar games on a loop when he's alone. he isn't much interested in social media, maybe he'll use Twitter for infos and What's up to talk with his team. Otherwise, he'd be a Facebook dad watching videos with that annoying laugh on full volume while cackling. Gaz tried to  convince him to use other platforms but it resulted in Price giving him a 10 minutes lecture on how bad social media is.

(john secretly watch tiktok video complications on YouTube)

simon ghost riley

he doesn't use his phone much, he knows how it can be addicting and he has much things on his mind to worry about being social with others. although, he looks for dad jokes and have a laugh at them when he's alone. his camera roll is full of blurry pictures he took by mistake and screenshots of recipes.

kyle gaz garrick

he's the youngest and the one who convinced price into buying a phone. i think Kyle is the the type of people who'd be popular on every platform, twitter, Instagram, you name it. he's funny (also really handsome 🤭) which makes it easy for him to have much moots and friends. He watches streams or horror stories at 2 am. (spoiler: he got scared more than once)

johnny soap Mactavish

he watches shitty shows on Netflix to complain about them. he loves, and i mean really loves annoying people with stupid meaningless Messages when he's bored. if you are texting him, god be with you, this man makes 20 typos in a single word. he'd make comments on random posts to fight people for months.

"jus fer fun lass/lad"

(sorry if this isn't how Scottish people actually talk I've seen it around in fics 😭)

he looses arguments most of the time and asks Alejandro for some back up.

Alejandro vargas

he uses his phone to call only, he despises texting and if he did, it'll be like this

you:"when shall i meet you tomorrow?"

Alejandro:"9"

you:"pm?"

Alejandro:"👍🏻"

although, he takes lots of pictures, sends them to you most of the time. rudy forced him to make an Instagram account and he ended by liking it.

rudy parra

this cute man 🤭💕 he might be a military man, but he has a soft spot for cute videos of pepole taking care of animals. he'd watch them for hours. he doesn't use his phone much due to his job but he's keeps up with the trends and explains them to you if you're confused.

i can see him using this one a lot :3

Phillip graves

he hates social media, he uses what's up to send to his shadows shirtless pictures of him. he'd drop the most heart wrenching pic ever and say"what's for dinner" (you sir 🤭)

he secretly loves watching those videos of reddit stories, he knows it's probably fake but he lives for the drama and enjoys it.

-fin-

i hope y'all like it, it's shitty and short lmao.

i Just got up from a nap lmao can't believe people actually liked my other work

shall i do other operaters from like Kor-Tac and ghosts? (and yes i know König is in Kor-Tac)

*just realized I didn't add tags im

✨d u m p ✨*

[amuseintime]

Crossed Stars (Pt 3)

Siffrin found a rock this time. Loop gets to hear about it, and seems to enjoy this information more than Siffrin…

<< PREV || FIRST || NEXT >>

“Hi Isa im gonna do the favor tree thing!”

“O… kay?”

Normally, Siffrin would’ve never brushed Isabeau off so fast. But he was pretty sure his face was considerably warmer than usual and also he felt just so stupid he’d rather not talk to anyone.

Especially. The person. They were going to talk to. Did Loop know? Maybe not? How would Loop-

The wave of amusement and the way the air sizzled with unnatural heat told him all he needed, the other spirit cackling in his head was just adding, what was the saying? Sugar to the wound?

“Oh shut up.”

[A giant rock? Really ?!]

“It wasn’t there last time!!!”

[I think it was! That’s how timeloops WORK! I mean, in theory at least. Not like this happens often.]

Siffrin huffed, picked up a pebble, and threw it straight through Loop’s semi-coherent form. It did nothing but make Loop spark harder.

He let out a long, belabored sigh. “Then why did it hit us this time and not last time?” He’d felt something off about that room, but it was utterly harmless last time!

[Who knows, Stardust! But I’m guessing you did something different.]

“I think I checked less? Is- is it reverse time sensitive? Is that a thing?” He wasn’t sure how, exactly, one would make a trap where you have to spend a certain amount of time in a room before leaving would work, but he couldn’t think of what else would be causing it!

[Well, that sounds like a good start to me! Just dawdle in there a bit. Not like you don’t have the time.]

“Guess that makes sense. See you next time, Loop.”

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…

…

Loop didn’t have much in the line of facial features (though they did seem a little more distinct than last time?), but somehow Siffrin got the distinct feeling they were grinning at him.

[Sooooo, Stardust, you got crushed by a giant-]

“YES I GOT CRUSHED BY A GIANT ROCK AGAIN!”

The other made no outright audible noise, but??? Still???

“Stop laughing at me!” He huffed.

[Sorry Stardust~! You’re just so blinding cute when you’re all frustrated like this! Do you need Loop, helpful Loop, to figure out the rock for you?]

“I can figure it out!” He was the traps guy! The guide! He had to be missing SOMETHING! On his honor as traps guy, he WOULD beat the rock!

[Mm hmm, suuuuure you can~ Buuuut if you ever get tired of trying to plug a black hole, I could probably give it a go!]

“… what does that mean?” Siffrin said. His arms went to cover his chest as he learned away from Loop.

Loop made a sort of back and forth motion, like a person bobbing their head, or maybe someone setting a lure for a cat. Like an anglerfish in the water. It seemed to get closer without visibly walking towards him. [Your doll! I might be a bit rusty with using these things, but I’m sure I could figure it out again.] There was a sort of… pressure? No, a tug. Pulling him in.

Siffrin flinched back, legs covering his chest. In the shade of the tree, he didn’t bother to hide it as light laced into his hair, flaring so bright it nearly crackled. “This is ME! You can’t have it!”

Loop was abruptly back where they should’ve been, but now with the distinct impression of being wide-eyed. Shocked. Though they settled almost too quickly. [What? Don’t trust me? I’m hurt, Stardust! Besides, seems like if it gets destroyed, that sends you back anyways!]

“We don’t know that! Besides, that’s not even how it happened the first time?” His gaze briefly drifted up into the tree leaves, but snapped back on Loop. He wasn’t looking away from them THAT soon after… whatever that was.

[Oh?]

“Yeah, the first time I… I chose the wrong path. Probably. It was a dead-end…” He sunk in on himself, feeling cold and too-heavy. It was still hard to believe he did that, that he almost ended their whole quest just like that…

[Really? That’s not like us at all!]

“Right? But… it feels like, like…” His fingers tighten around the fabric of his clothes. “Like there is no way through.“

[Well, maybe there isn’t one! Yet! But you’ve got yourself however many retries you need, and! You have me! Whether it’s being your little sounding board, giving advice, or leading your little sheep-]

“They’re not sheep!”

[…. into danger for you, I’m right here in your orbit.]

That still felt vaguely threatening, but also weirdly sweet? Kinda?

…

“Thank you, Loop.”

[Always.]

Siffrin stood up to try again, and…

[Try not to get crushed by a giant rock this time!]

Siffrin chuckled another pebble at them.

————

I prefer tea, but buy me a Kofi?

[drea-ms]

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT. (罪と罰.) DENJI.

synopsis. tragic lovers who were never meant to be tragic at all. What a tragic story.

warnings. reader dies. no description of gender. heavy angst. hurt no comfort. blood. death. read the first word of each paragraph. typos & not proof read.

— "I love you." three words, three simple words for one to say, three letters that meant every feeling meant to be beautiful, sweet, kind. But, in this case, those three smiple words were used as a lie of sorts. Sure you did love the the messy blonde haired boy, but you knew better than to love love him. You were never capable to do so. Three words so true, yet not.

Will those three words change a thing? Probably not. What a shame. "You don't mean it, I know you don't. So stop lying to me and yourself, [name]." he says, looking at you with a displeasure look on his face, blood stained in his white dress shirt and his oh so beautiful face. A face that could melt you for sure, but it doesn't right now. If love was a crime, then your punishment was this moment you were living in.

"Always—" you cough, blood coming out from your mouth, "I always mean it when it comes to you. Nothing will change that." you say, a small smile shows up on your face, a true honest smile, one that only he can get. He looks at you with a frown, he pouts. How cute, was...he always this blurry? Why is he blurry? Why can't you see him?

"Love, Lets get you up, okay? You're losing blood." He says, an unknown look is shown on his face. you can't tell what it is, you don't know who he is. What is going on? Nonetheless, you nod, after all, you were losing a lot of blood. What a pain.

You get told that love is a nice feeling, one that can make your heart beat fast for the other, a feeling no one wants to get rid of, even if it does hurt you in the process. Love is like a nice warm summer breeze, where you're standing with your beloved enjoying the sunshine and the flowers around you. Love is also a cruel, cruel feeling. Killing others like a deadly disease, harming others like it's nothing and ending stories that were never meant to ended.

"I won't make it." you state, it was obvious. The amount of blood that you have lost is high, by the time he takes you to help you'll be dead. Maybe it was a good thing, you'll finally have your peace. Living in a constant state of fear and pain gets to you sometimes. "You will. I know you will because I'm telling you to. So please, stay alive for me." He says, "Promise me." he whispers this time, holding his pinky up, looking at you with tears in his eyes.

"Promise." You say, lying to him, holding your pinky up against his and interlocking them together, both pinkies fitting together like a puzzle, smiling at him with a bright smile. You knew you were doomed from the start, He knew too but he had hope. Too much hope.

"I'm sorry, Denji."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know."

"Do you—"

"I always have."

"Hey Denji,"

"Yes?"

"I will always love you. I Promise."

Darkness enveloped your vision.

This time when you open your eyes, you're in your room.

The loop repeats once again.

notes. sorry for the long ass break guys.... i have a life and got writers block.....but!!! im writing now!!! and will probably finish some works!!! this work is based of my new fanfic in wattpad!!! it's an oc x denji but i'll probably change it to an x reader...but so sorry for the delay of works!!! really busy throughout the whole time :(

[almayver]

hi alma!!!!! i see you often rb phumpeem fics. do you have any personal favorites that you would like to recommend?

HI Anon!!!! OH BOY. Do you know who you sent this ask to? OF COURSE, I have personal favorites, and I'm very, very happy to gush about them, thank you dear anon.

So first I did a mini smut rec a couple of weeks ago (A MONTH AGO?? Time flies, damn) and I stand by all of those so here. All of them are very, very beautiful, and fun and have a lovely grasp on the characters and their relationship (Also if you are not reading Cole's omegaverse fic I urge you to fix that right now. I breathe for that fic)

Also, this has to be obvious by now, but I'm very biased, and I think that @thunder-point @alan-apologist and @therethatstar are gifts of the universe to fill our world with great writing. So yeah.

Muse - Very sweet take of phumpeem after the kiss. Love the imagery and the flow of it. Just really nice.

Around the sun - Different first meeting AU featuring absolutely smitten Phum!

reach for me a bit (this loop is infinite) - HYBRID AU MY BELOVED. Cole rewrote my brain chemistry with this one folks. I keep thinking about them. Its very sweet and lovely, with Peem being very protective and caring!

Now and forever - This one is just a very beautiful introspective look from Phum about his relationship with Peem and the group, and its sweet and a little smutty and just very beautiful and soft.

Tiny moments everyday - I'm fully cheating here because this is a TanFang fic, but you don't understand the emotions this fic made me feel. I'm always here for soulmates AU, people we need more We Are soulmates AUs. And Phumpeem are cute in the background

pretty in blue - GLORIOUS SMUT, courtesy of Alan of course no one is surprised. But also, OH MAN, this one is very sneaky and it's actually POETRY. You are like yay smut and then a line comes that makes you clutch at your chest and process the emotions. Once again its Alan so really we shouldn't be surprised.

I hope it's not the kind of rain that only soaks you for a little while - This one is a soft little hurt/comfort that took my heart. Very soft and sweet and beautiful.

your back beneath the sun, wishing i could write my name on it - Star wrote this “Phum thinks they are FWB” that was very beautiful and also had me cackling

Counting stars - and then @danonenen was inspired by that one to write a “Phum thinks they are FWB” that actually had me very emotional and feeling a lot for my sweet insecure boy.

Wild geese - A very cute short different first meeting AU with some lovely ruminations about love

My dog really digs you - This one is an ongoing multichapter that I'm so invested in! A bit of magic and curses and loneliness. So fun!

hand under my sweatshirt, baby, kiss it better - Star makes you feel like you are in this house party watching two strangers fall in love in real time and you will have the time of your life

in the cracks of light, i dreamed of you - A fic about soulmates. In the most beautiful way possible. This fic has my heart and soul and if you want my thoughts on it I keep leaving my ramblings on the comments. So go read it, weep, leave your own comment and read mine.

i got an appetite (you too, just maybe) - The famous and beloved lap sitting fic. Really really cool exploration about feelings, and desire. Just fun!!!

Not without you - I see this as a tribute to Peem. And its a truly beautiful one. Featuring insecure Phum and the friendship group being lovely as always

Take my self-control - Short fun different first meeting au (Yes i like different first meetings im aware).

When I look at you - A bit of a canon divergent fic about Peem drawing Phum. Very fluffy and fun.

Every day's a memory - This one to me is a classic. Just a collection of drabbles, not all of them phumpeem but all of them very lovely and sweet.

There are SO MANY more, and as always go to the AO3 phumpeem tag and have a look around because oh gods so many good fics! These are just the ones that stuck with me a bit. Also I will say some of the best fics are the ones that are being written here through a weird form of exquisite cadaver through asks and tags (like the hanahaki fic Cole is threatening my sanity with (yes i made the og post but she escalated the situation)). So def check the tag here and try to catch some of those because oh gods they are glorious.

Thanks for giving me the chance to rant about phumpeem fics because i do love to do it!

[waitmyturtles]

BLUBBERING SPOILERS BELOW FOR I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR, EPISODE 12/FINALE:

YEAH. SO. YEAH. SO!

This can't be meta. I don't think I can conjure it. Just blather. I'll try to be sensible. First, a little housekeeping before we start the meeting:

We know there will be a special episode (the preview looks..... LIKE A GODDAMN HOLIDAY GIFT, GAAAAHHH).

Peeps are going back and forth on a second season, and while it seems that Nonkul Chanon blurted it out during the final episode fan meeting (lol you cute, Nonkul), Tee Bundit is rolling back a bit, *likely* due to funding. But seeing social media going absolutely INSANE over this ending, I can't imagine that Dee Hup will have any issue with finding the moolah for a second season -- especially after that after-credits scene, WITH HORSES, WITH MUSTACHES, WITH TATTOOS, WITH ARMOR, the whole thang. Tee let that shit hang all out like that. Warrior-era Thailand, let's m'fing go. That was a hell of a lead into a second season that may not happen, come awn.

Alright, with that out of the way:

I didn't think a show would top Moonlight Chicken for me this year, but IFYLITA is my top new drama of the year (with the HEAVY CAVEAT that I have not seen La Pluie yet -- that's for either after my Old GMMTV Challenge, or just making sure I watch it before year's end).

Part of the reason why I lost my gatdamn mind last week on episode 11 is that Tee Bundit did not interfere with any damn nonsense last week -- he let the episode's story unwind without any noise. He let the emotion roll.

The same light touch (or rather, a lack of interference) happened here, BUT: there was a LOT more happening firstly by way of closing some loops that were open, moving to new loops, and shedding more depth into Jom and Yai's final moments together

We got closure on Yai's dad, who was grumpily like, uhhh, I dunno what happened in my life, but yeah, daughter Eaung Peang, you go have a good life with Maey, crotchety crotch. I think that's the best we could get from politically involved dads of 1928 Chiang Mai. (EP AND MAEY SWINGING THEIR HANDS WHILE WALKING AWAY -- SAAAHHSHAY FROM ALL THAT, LADIES, SASHAY.) It looks like EP's herbal abortion left her safe -- thank goodness. We didn't see James or Ming this episode.

For loops that weren't closed, I'm not complaining, because we got an explanation for how Jom's beloved ones will repeat in his reincarnated futures and pasts, through the explanation of the northern Thai ceremony of having 32 blessings reinstated to you after illness or misfortune (THREE CHEERS for @blmpff for capturing screenshots of this explanation!). (AND THE WHITE THREAD, PEEPS, THE WHITE THREAD, I'm coming back to this in a second.) If we do get a season 2, then I will not be colored surprised if we see Ming and James in different roles. (And, yes. Your bitch here has relaxed on Pat's shooter, finally. My nose was trained on James being a colonialist interferer, but he did good last episode.)

But this episode belonged, of course, to Yai and Jom, their final moments together in 1928 Chiang Mai, saying the slow farewell as Jom slowly disappeared in front of Yai's eyes.

LORD. WHEWWWWWWWWWWWWW. The lacy fabric with which Yai used to cover the mirrors so that Jom wouldn't see himself fade away. The empathy of that. The scene where we heard their lovemaking over the flashbacks montage. WHEW. WHOA. (I did say, to my friend @shortpplfedup, something something Jom started really fading away after that intimate scene and something something had the ontology cough cough outta him, ANYWAY.)

The way that Yai pitched forward when Jom finally disappeared.

AND I MOTHERFUCKING SCREAMED WHEN JOM AND MUSTACHIOED YAI WERE ABOUT TO TOUCH INTO THE WATER AGAIN, AND THEN THE DIVER EMT WAS LIKE, BLOOP I'M HERE AND OH, JOM, YOU'RE ALIVE IN 2023. I yelped in the deli, shit. The way Jom was silently screaming in the water for Yai.

And, so. In the "present" day (present dimension, really), Jom survived that CRAAAAZY car accident (LIKE! WHAT?! He flew out of the car into the water, bros! The magic of fiction, anyway.)

He.......he holds space for Ohm?! Looking BACK on that scene, AFTER we get the explanation of the 32 blessings, we realize: despite Ohm's infidelity and his promise to a new woman, Ohm is still important in Jom's life -- he's still a beloved presence, as he did mean something, for a long time, to Jom. Of course, modern Jom did NOT let a moment to shade Ohm pass him by, oh no. But wasn't that interesting to note? That Jom's dimensions would allow Ohm to be in those dimensions -- that Ohm would be reincarnated through Jom's 32 blessings (at least in the past direction).

You know what I also loved about seeing Jom in his present-day apartment, with the present-day Jeed, Ohm, and Khaimuk (aka Fong Kaew). I LOVED WHAT THAT CASTING, THE SHIFTING OF THE CHARACTERS AND CHARACTERIZATIONS, SAID ABOUT JOM'S PERSPECTIVE OF EQUITY IN 1928 AND 2023.

Jeed is NOT Khun Eaung Peang. Jeed is ALL SASS. But Jeed is YOUNGER than Jom. Jom, in 2023, is P'Jom, with the honorific. Present-day Jom can smack his little sister's head in jest. Jeed can be OUT and SAFE and have a crush on her girl friend, safely, and can ask for her brother's support, OPENLY.

Jom never stopped being Jom, whether it was 2023 pre-accident, 1928, or 2023 post-accident. Jom is comfortable in his own skin, and wants happiness AND EQUITY for the people he loves around him. I love that the casting and characterizations of the incarnations of the characters reflect Jom's state of mind that all people are equal and the same, no matter a fancy honorific or a royally appointed residence.

I screamed at @shortpplfedup when I saw Jom wearing the white thread in bed during the thunderstorm. I stopped, rewound, and saw he was wearing the white thread in the water scene with Warrior Yai. The white thread never left his wrist -- he still has his blessings intact.

And, and, and, back to the house of Palanthip in 2023. Who's the lady of the house? This lady knows Jom's the only one who can open that chest. The chest opens, the drawings are there, THE PICTURE OF THEIR PARTY, AND THE LETTER FROM YAI TO JOM, THE LETTER, THE TEARS, AKSLKDF, AND, AND, AND --

Oh my god, I was crying, y'all. Shit. Just our confident dude, striding in, asking Jom, sweetheart, why are you crying. And Jom jumping into Yai's arms.

I was shaking my head. I mean. I love that we learned that Yai actually HAD HIS OWN BLESSINGS CEREMONY because he was so lost after Jom's departure. WE LEARNED ABOUT THE REST OF YAI'S LIFE. We know, now, that the Yai of 1928 yearned for Jom for the rest of his life. So much so that, at the twilight of the life of 20th-century Yai, that he had the good mind to leave Jom a letter, to let Jom know that his life was a good life, because Jom had been in it. To let Jom know that Yai's love had never faded away.

AND THEN THAT YAI CAME BACK TO JOM.

Jom, dude, you're a good dude, for these good people to be coming back to you, in dimension after dimension. That monk was right.

I told you this was just blathering; I can try to put some sensible thoughts together in a few days, but the structure of this story, the empathy of this story, the way this story was leveraged by drama and romance and HOPE. I mean. This series was utterly fantastic.

I know there's the lifelong debate of whether or not BLs "count" as queer media, and in many, many instances, they do. But since I've had the disappointment of Only Friends and GMMTV on my mind lately, I had to note, mentally, particularly during the lovemaking scene, and during the closure of this episode, that Tee really fucking handed it to anyone who criticizes BL as a not-as-sophisticated drama genre.

And you know what? I also wanna say that Tee fucking handed it to GMMTV as well. I am so DAMN glad this series was airing when Only Friends was airing. While Only Friends sat on the opportunity to present progressive ideas on queer love and queer community, IFYLITA ROLLED right into it.

(I'll ask @lurkingshan to fact-check me on the following:) Because this series was a historical drama with a queer romance centering it, I think Tee Bundit could feel free from the chains of BL tropes and expectations to do something truly singular. I felt that what I was watching was cinematic, it was moving, it was strikingly emotional, particularly because I felt that this show was showing me something that transcended any viewer's expectations of what we should be watching, as opposed to, say, a BL set in an office like Tee's Step By Step. Where that show fumbled was in the show itself not knowing if it was a workplace drama or a BL-centric romance.

IFYLITA knew what it was: a historical drama, certainly centering romance, but also balancing conversations about equity and wealth disparities across eras. With that uncomplicated centering, I think Tee Bundit made an absolutely BRILLIANT show, and it fucking WORKED.

I will scream to anyone who'll hear me. If you haven't watched I Feel You Linger In The Air yet, do it, PLEASE PLEASE. Y'all know I am an Aof Noppharnach girlie for life, and I LIVE FOR MOONLIGHT CHICKEN, I DO, I DO, all of my Asian references in MLC and the food and everything, god I loved that show, but --

IFYLITA was a cinematic masterpiece. Full stop. All hail @neuroticbookworm and @lurkingshan for telling me to keep with it after my Step By Step-PTSD. This show was worth every last minute I spent watching and writing on it.

Season 2, Warrior Yai, let's get him a better mustache -- let's FUCKING GO, BABIES.

P.S. BRIGHT AND NONKUL FOR LIFE, FOR LIFE!!!!!!! THE ACTING!!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi I hope your doing good!

I was just wondering if you can do a pure fluff tangerine fanfiction when the reader has a bad day and tangerine helps hee through it, I know you’ve did something like this in the past (which I read like 20 times a day) but I was wondering if you could make another, or a part 2? Please take your time! Thank you :)

hii!! thank you, hope you’re also well. I did do this one first, just in case you needed it now. and that’s so cute tyy <3 I tend to make fics like this that take place in your room/ house/ place whatever, so that it’s easier to imagine/ think about, but you’re always welcome to imagine it elsewhere, idk if any of that makes sense😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

withhold

tangerine x f reader (comfort)

wc || 756

warnings || nothing really, other than what’s mentioned in ask

masterlist + rules

taglist

You were having an off kind of day. The kind where nothing went right. The sort of day where you'd cry if you dropped a pen or break down if your sleeve got caught in the door handle. One of those days.

Tangerine was coming to yours for dinner in an hour to see you after a few days away. When he was out on missions, he'd text you constantly, checking in whenever he had a moment free. You didn't want to worry him about your state, so you simply decided not to tell him, much preferring to keep him out of the loop.

You knew you had to clean up your space, especially since your boyfriend was coming over. You were comfortable with one another, yet, you didn't want him to see how bad you had gotten. 

As you look around the living room, you start to see just much work it would be, staring vacantly at the cups on the coffee table, the rubbish littering the floor, and the fruit flies swarming that old banana peel, deciding to slump down into the sofa instead. 

You didn't even realise you had fallen asleep until you were startled awake by the knock at the front door. You rake your fingers through your knotty hair as you make your way over. Opening the door, you immediately see your sweet Tangerine with a smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in hand. "Hey, love," he grins wider, stepping inside, kissing your cheek as he wraps his spare arm around you, embracing you from the side. "How ya been? Got these for you," acting coy as he hands over your favourite flowers. 

"Thank you," you smile, taking the bouquet. "I missed you,"

He cups your cheeks, peppering your face with sweet, tender kisses. "I missed you," he laces his hand into yours, leading you into the kitchen. "I'll sort these out. You make me a tea? I'm absolutely gagging for one," looking back to flash you a smile as he searches your cupboards for a vase to put the flowers in. "This one 'lright?" he asks, pointing.

Nodding cutely. "Yes,"

After cutting the stems and arranging the flowers, he turns to face you, watching how still and expressionless you were as you watch the water boil and bubble. "Hey?" he says softly, not wanting to frighten you. "You 'lright?"

Blinking hard, as if you had just zoned out, facing him with a faux smile. "Yeah, sorry," chuckling awkwardly. "Didn't get much sleep last night," you partially lie.

"You would tell me if you weren't, right?" he questions, sensing that you may not be telling the truth.

"Yeah," you nod, trying to deter him. "Of course,"

You felt awful for lying to him but you didn't want him to worry. You didn't want to see the sadness in his face when you told him how bad you felt. You thought it was better this way.

"Honey," he says slowly, taking a step towards you. "Don't lie," his features are soft yet stern as he searches your face, trying to find your eyes. "Your eyes... they're," pausing as if he was thinking of the word. "They just look sad,"

"I'm not-- I'm good. I just missed you," you sheepishly smile, stepping back.

His warm hands cup your cheeks again, holding you still, silently telling you to stop running away. "I don't think you're being honest with me. You don't seem like yourself,"

You shrug, closing your eyes to avoid his focused gaze.

"You're unhappy," he whispers, his tone sounding like a question he already knew the answer to. "You've been feeling like this for a little while," he gently adds, speaking as if he was reading you word for word. 

"And... you didn't wanna tell me. To worry me,"

You nod meekly, clasping your hands around his, lacing into his fingers, holding him closer to your face. 

"It worries me when you don't tell me. Please don't keep me in the dark. I want to help you, be there for you," Tangerine lowers slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "Don't push me away," 

"I'm sorry," you mutter, feeling a little embarrassed.

"No," he says softly, sounding somewhat offended. "You have no reason to be sorry. You hear me?" he repeats, rubbing his thumbs under your eyes, soothing the sore and tender skin. He kisses the tip of your nose, gazing into your eyes. "I ain't some stranger. When you feel shit, talk to me. I'll always listen to you."

@tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @v1ntage-daydr3am @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things @astermath @dynamitehacke @ugh09876554444 @boldlyimportantface@charmedkim @fruitlovertangerine @psiiconic @bubblezuku @sporadiccherryblossomfan @landryslove

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hiiii Cal 💕💕💕💕

You know what I’m going to ask for! The time loop fic!!! ☺️

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YEAH! Hi Saturn!!!!!

123 for Time Loops!

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“What?” Eddie sits up. He grabs Buck by the shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

Buck notices his eyes darting around, a little frantically, and he wonders if Eddie feels it too. The dread. The wrongness. 

“I-I-I don’t know,” Buck admits. “I think I’m… I feel like I’m panicking but I don’t know why.”

Eddie’s expression looks grave. Like Buck has just told him he has terminal brain cancer, rather than that he might be having an anxiety attack. He pulls Buck into a hug. Squeezes him tight, applying the pressure of a weighted blanket or something. 

“You’re okay,” he says firmly. “We’re okay.”

“I don’t know why this is happening, Eddie.”

“Did you have a nightmare?” Eddie asks. 

“Maybe? I don’t know.” 

“You’re okay, my love.” Eddie says soothingly. “We’re here in the hotel room in Morro Bay. We’re all good. We’re all alive.”

“Okay,” Buck says. Because he doesn’t know what else to say. He can’t even explain what’s wrong. 

“Why don’t we focus on something good?” Eddie suggests. “Your plans for the day? I know you’ve got an itinerary.” 

Right, right. Yes. His itinerary. He does have one of those. They’d done Morro Bay State Park and the nearby history museum yesterday. He remembers that, even though it strangely feels farther away than just yesterday. 

“Uh, I was thinking… The estuary… Chris can see the sea otters. And then the beach?”

“Don’t you want to see the sea otters, too?” Eddie says. 

“Well, yeah… They’re pretty cute.”

“They are,” Eddie agrees. “And so will you and Chris be when you’re gawking at them.”

Buck takes a deep breath. “You’re right. We have a good day ahead of us.”

“Should we get a move on then?” Eddie asks. “You might feel better after breakfast?”

Food will help.

“Uh, right. Yeah.”

Eddie pauses, waiting for Buck to do something.

“Should we wake Chris?” He eventually prompts. 

“Yes,” Buck says. “Yeah, uh huh.”

They get out of bed. Eddie first, then Buck. 

When Buck stands, stretching his arms above his head, he notices the old analog clock on the wall. It feels like it’s watching him. Like the whole room is twisting towards it. A proverbial blemish on the face of the otherwise lovely hotel room. 

It’s not even telling the right time. It reads 12:04. As if it’s just after midnight. Buck turns to look at the digital clock. 8:04 AM.

“You okay?” Eddie asks when he catches him glaring at the clock. 

“Yeah, fine.” Buck answers. “Just hate that thing.”

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Half an hour later, they’re sitting on a big patio eating a complimentary hotel breakfast.  Chris looks mildly zombified, like he can’t believe he’s awake this early. Eddie’s eyes are glued to Buck the entire meal. He’s hardly touching his food or his coffee. He’s just watching Buck absentmindedly pick at his food. 

“I’m okay,” Buck tells him, halfway through the meal. 

Chris looks between them, expression scrunching with confusion. 

Eddie nods quickly. “I know, sorry.” 

“Eat your breakfast,” Buck says. “Can’t have you fainting in the kayaks.”

Eddie chuckles a little nervously. “Right.”

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Buck doesn’t know why he’s not looking forward to the guided kayaking tour of the estuary. He should be. It’s the exact sort of thing he likes. Hell, he booked it. But the closer they get, driving towards the tour company’s location, the stranger Buck feels. Like he wants to go back to the hotel room, crawl into bed, and hide. 

Unable to push past the hesitancy, he decides to just try and ignore it. Or at least fake that he’s having a good time.

Their guide, a young, vibrant woman named Brittany who seems to know every fact about the estuary, says it’s a great time of day to see otters, sea lions, and harbor seals. Chris is practically buzzing with excitement, all previous teenage apathy erased in a heartbeat. His joy makes Buck feel a bit better. 

“If you’re really lucky, we’ll see sea slugs!” Brittany exclaims as they get into their kayaks. “We have opalescent nudibranch slugs all over and the colors they come in are amazing. They’re beautiful!”

Buck finds himself surprised that a very clear, sharp image of what an opalescent nudibranch slug even is pops into his mind. He’s not sure where he would have seen one before, but he knows exactly what it looks like. He can remember seeing one. Maybe at an aquarium?

They help Chris into his kayak, and then Eddie calmly and expertly explains the best way to paddle. Kind of steps on Brittany’s tutorial moment. He seems really familiar with the mechanics of kayaking. Buck, on the other hand, finds himself wary of it. Which isn’t like him. He’s never been afraid of activity or new things. But he feels a bit queasy as he lowers himself into the hard plastic boat. 

“Buck? You good?” Eddie asks when he sees Buck staring blankly at the bow of the bright green kayak. 

“Hmm?” Buck looks across several feet of shallow sea water to see his anxious face. It’s the same intense look he had at breakfast.

[bigmack2go]

Newsies as things my family an i have saidpart two bc the other one got too long

Jack (too his newborn): naw look at you, you’re just an idiot! you can’t even do anything yet!

Baby (2 months old): *knocks something over*

Spot: you fucking idiot, why would you??

Albert (to baby): naw look at you you’re just so stupid!

Jack: can you stop calling my child stupid please?

Albert: no.

Albert: wait a minute you called him an idiot before too!

Jack: yes but he’s one year old now, he might understand you!

(In addition to that🔼 one:)

Elmer: well you called our cat fat

Jack: that’s because he actually is!

Elmer *deadpan*: well have you ever considered your son actually is stupid?

Race: listen kid

Jacks baby:

Race: it’s okay to be dumb.

Race: youre just one year old. You can’t help it.

Race: and even if you were older,

Race: that would be alright

Race: some people are just idiots

Race: and that’s okay!

Jacks baby:

Race: Alberts an idiot. And we still love him.

Race: IM an idiot

Race: and look how far i came

Race:…

Race: actually don’t look how far i came

Race: im a bad example

Jacks baby:

Race: look

Race: AHA York is an idiot

Race: and look how far he came

Race: youre gonna do wonderful

Jacks baby:🧍‍♂️

Albert: *screams back the same way the baby screams at him*

One year old: drops food

Mush: can you- EXCUSE YOU?!

Race and albert: *playing store with jacks kid*

Race: sir i‘m not sure you’re gonna pass probationary period like this. You need to stop eating the microphone.

Albert: the little Racer Higgins would like his parents to get him from the play isle

Albert: woah, i‘m a payin‘ customer np need tl scream at me

Race: Mr Kelly what did we say about takin products from customers

Albert: *whispering coworkers gossip to the kid as Racer comes in* OH HI BOSS we were just uh—

Albert: Sir, you need to pay for that! SIR! STOP THE THIEF!

One year old: babbling jsusiwhwvdkvkvbbsjsublemblemblemblemblem

Ike: same dude

Ike: i totally agree

Ike: wait really?!

Ike: *gasp* and what did you say to her???

Ike: some people just need to shut up!

Ike: no you did the right thing!

Jack: y‘know if it weren’t for the circumstances, Adolf would be a pretty neat name

Davey: WE ARE NOT NAMING OUR KID ADOLF

Race(fighting his nephews teacher): You can’t teach them that, they’ll think they’re stupid!

Race: I tried those. And I didn’t get them. How are they supposed to get it right?

Races Nephew(a first grader): uncle race I didn’t even try those yet-

Albert: why is he allowed to suck titties and i aint?

Albert: *points at baby*

(Race: because you’re gay and the kid‘s two

(Albert: how would you know that the kid is too??))

Albert: *whispers to four year old* just you wait you little— OH HI DAVEY

Albert: so when he’s missing the obvious, it’s cute but when i am it makes me an idiot?

Davey: al—

Albert: NO!

Albert: we need to normalise adults being idiots

Albert:

Davey:

Albert: actually scratch that

Albert: we need to accept that babys are idiots.

Spot: SMART „FOR HIS AGE“ And „SMART“ ARE NOT THE SAME THING

(Albert: THANK YOU)

Mush: Jack, your two year old daughter can tie better loops than your five year old son

Mush: i think she might be gifted…

Jack *LOUD*: HA

Mush: huh?

Jack: sorry im just relieved. I thought you were gonna say that he’s not

Davey to his crying 5 months old baby: ugh you’re SO melodramatic

Baby: crying

Davey: did he just fall on his face?

Davey: *sees that jack is holding the kid*

Davey: JACK WHAT DID YOU DO

Jack: HOW IS IT MY FAULT THE IDIOT IS TOO DUMB TO WALK???

[darklydeliciousdesires]

London Will Burn - Chapter Eleven.

I'm so sorry it's late, guys! Blame my Chromebook, it just didn't want to do it. Agh! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, as always :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 4,505

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

The wind was chilly against his cheeks as he walked through the park, but otherwise, March had arrived in a bloom of sunshine, Sean knowing he was early, but designing it that way. Being late would likely aggravate the mother of his child, and he didn’t want to give her further reason to stack against her dislike of him. 

Geniality and Sean didn’t often go hand in hand, but he was learning that in this instance, they truly had to. He had to make nice for Tiger, to even stand a chance of being included in her life. Lateness would be frowned upon by her mother, very much so. Again, it was yet another thing Rin held over him now in terms of power, and by god, did it piss him off.  

It irked him because he knew she likely derived much pleasure from it. Even more so that he deserved it.  

He did hope that they could move forward away from it all now, though, now they’d had it out with one another. His hopes were for a smooth relationship in co-parenting their daughter, and he wasn’t about to let his ego get in the way of that, regardless of what she would do with her own.  

Sitting down on the bench outside of the small, gated off playground area, he scanned the surroundings, seeing that he wasn’t the only one who had arrived early. There she was, being pushed on a swing by her mum, demanding she be sent higher into the air. 

He’d been much the same himself at six.  

“Come on, little mouse.” Halting the swinging when she spied Sean, Rin lifted her from the seat, taking her hand. “Look, mummy’s friend is here, and look at the lovely dog he’s brought with him to see you, too!” 

He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he watched her drag her mum over the woodchip and out of the gate, impatient to reach him. Well, he sensed her excitement was more focused upon Butch, who sat with his ears pricked.  

“Hi! I’m Tiger, who are you and what’s your dog called?” 

Straight to the point, no messing around. Apples and trees and all that. “I’m Sean, and this is Butch.” 

“Hi, Sean. Hi, Butch! Is he friendly, can I stroke him?” 

Her enthusiasm continued to delight him. God, she was so cute. “He is, and yes you may.” 

“Awww, he’s really soft! Mummy, feel his head!”  

Rin obliged, reaching to stroke his crinkles. “He is, isn’t he? What a sweet boy. Hello, Butch, hello!” She smiled, turning to Sean. “You don’t strike me as the dog type at all. Who did you borrow him from?” 

“Nobody,” he confirmed, rooting in his pocket. “Tiger, hold your hand out and ask him to give you his paw and he shall. Then reward him with this.” He placed the treat into her hand, Butch almost cracking the ground with the thump of his sit. “He’s my dog,” he then continued, Rin arching an eyebrow in surprise.  

“Paw!” the child asked, Butch obediently placing it upon her hand. “Good boy!” The treat was fed, Tiger giggling with mirth. “Sean, can I walk him, please?”  

“Of course.” He then turned to her mother. “She’ll be fine, he’s impeccably well behaved. I’ll hang onto the top of the lead, just in case of pigeons.” 

“Alright.” They got up, Sean handing the first handle loop upon the long lead to Tiger, keeping hold of the last one himself as they set off along the path. “Tiger, don’t run. Just walk nicely with him,” she instructed, her daughter turning to poke out her tongue, Rin returning the gesture. She then turned to Sean, who’s smile was yet to diminish. “She’s lovely, isn’t she?” 

He pointed at her, swallowing a lump in his throat. “I can’t believe something that beautiful came from me. She’s... luminous. She’s so bold and confident. It’s a lot to take in, so pardon me if I’m at a loss for further words.” 

Rin smiled. “It’s fine. I’d say I get it, but I don’t. I’ve been with her since the start whereas you haven’t.” 

A darkness crossed his features, but it quickly vanished. “I wish I had been.” 

“I know.” Seeing him there, the way he reacted to their child, it was the Sean she had come to know seven years before. If she was honest, she wished he had been there, too. It would have been too much of an ask, though, for her to have let him back in at that time. To make sure she did not was why she’d ended up in Africa, after all. Her parents had wanted her and the baby as far away from Sean Wallace as they could physically get them.  

“So, tell me about her,” he requested, turning to look down at Rin. She seemed far away for a moment, her frown eventually lifting as she brought herself back from it, the exile to Africa, from looking at her newborn and every day watching her grow more and more into the image of her father.  

“As you say, she’s very confident, very sure of herself. Because of her upbringing, she’s firmly rooted in nature. She was very confused at why she couldn’t go and play with the lion cubs at London Zoo when we visited recently, since of course she was able to fuss them back at the reserve when they were tiny. She’s settled well into school over here, but she does miss home, so I intend to take her back whenever time permits during half term. Her favourite things are anything artistic, and she enjoys reading.”  

Again, he had been much the same when he was six.  

An awkward silence followed, the two people who still held one another in varying degrees of contempt forced into civility for the sake of their child, both focusing upon her rather than one another.  

“So, why the dog?” Rin finally asked, nodding to where Butch trotted along obediently beside his new companion. 

Because his life had fallen apart and left him chronically lonely, with nobody other than a brother he only saw once a week and a sister even less than that, due to their conflicting schedules. He wasn’t about to reveal that, though. “I like dogs. I’ve been meaning to get one for a while, but obviously the last couple of years have not been the ideal time for facilitating such.” 

She snorted softly. “I’ll say.” Watching him fall from afar had given her pleasure for a time, and if she was honest, it still did. She wasn’t entirely made of stone, though. “I was sorry, to hear of your father’s fate.”  

“So was I, in the beginning.” His jaw tensed, remembering everything that had come from it, the life Finn had hidden from them all, how he had screwed them, screwed him, ultimately. His eyes met Rin’s, shame tightening his lips. “His true intentions softened the blow somewhat.” 

“You must be still reeling from it, I would imagine. If not him, then your mother’s duplicitous nature. Has she made attempts to reconnect with you?” 

His eyebrows knitted. “All the bloody time.”  

Marian was still around in their world, but not the capacity she had once been. She now worked for Ed, cast down in the pecking order by Rin herself, but with a close eye kept upon her, should she attempt to rise once more. “I cannot say I blame you for not wanting her back in your life. Not after what she did to you and Billy.” 

“Okay, that’s enough of the lamentation towards my fucking shattered family, Catherine,” he warned quietly, fixing her with a glare.  

She looked unfazed. “I’m not persisting to aggravate you, Sean. Truly, I have little else to talk to you about. The silence makes me uncomfortable.” 

“It never used to.” 

She scoffed, shaking her head. “A lot of things were different back then.”  

They just couldn’t help themselves, the little swipes, both frosting over and remaining silent, Tiger gladly breaking the tension after a terse couple of minutes. 

“Mummy, are we still going to feed the ducks?” 

“Yes, little mouse. Take a right when we reach these trees ahead,” she replied, pointing to where the footpath forked.  

“Sean, are you and Butch coming with us?” 

“We are, yes.” More silence followed, Sean feeling his insides unclench when Tiger began asking him questions, what he did for a job, how old Butch was, what was his house like, and then narrating to him all about her home back in Africa and how she preferred it there.  

He played nothing short of a captive audience while listening to her, remarking at how well she spoke, even for such a tender age. What got him the most, though, was when they arrived at the pond and she reached to grasp a dainty hand around his fourth and fifth fingers, marching him over to the edge where the ducks were waiting.  

“You go,” Rin offered, grabbing Butch’s lead, pulling a bag of defrosted peas out of her handbag and swapping them. “I’ll stay back here with the chunky fella, just in case his thoughts over ducks match those toward pigeons.” 

He widened his eyes. “Oh, trust me. They do.”  

She snickered softly, pulling back the excited dog when he began to strain against the hold of his harness, moving to a nearby bench to observe the interaction between father and daughter. It was a warming sight, watching the easy interaction, taking her by surprise from Sean’s perspective for sure. He took to it like the very birds upon the pond before them, crouching down as he pointed to the ducks, explaining what each type was to Tiger.  

“I like the swans, they’re so pretty!” 

“Very cantankerous, though.” 

“Sean, what does cant-cank... that word you just said mean?” 

He chuckled softly, reaching for another handful of peas. “Cantankerous means bad tempered, as swans usually are. Hear that noise? They’re hissing at the others because they want all of the peas for themselves.” 

“Bad swans!” Tiger admonished, “greedy birds! Pretty and greedy!” When the hissing offenders swam a little too close for comfort, she moved into his embrace, Sean lifting her into his arms as he stood, Tiger continuing to pelt the grateful ducks with the contents of the bag, the swans hissing abated slightly. “What’s that one over there, Sean? The one going under the water?” 

“Hmm, I don’t know if I’m honest. Shall we ask mummy?”  

Rin wasn’t sure why it was, exactly, but she felt her throat pinch at hearing him say that, Sean turning to her expectantly. “I’ll Google it.” She knew it was a Bufflehead, but needed a moment to compose herself from bursting into tears. “Bufflehead.” she called after a few moments, the lump in her throat swallowed down.  

“That’s a silly name,” Tiger mused, up ending the rest of the bag before handing it back to her dad. “Can we go back to the swings now, please?” 

“I don’t see why not.” he told her, placing her down. Once again, she grabbed his hand, Rin and Butch joining them as Tiger began to detail exactly which ducks she was going to draw once she arrived home. Immediately, the lump returned.  

“I must be fucking ovulating or something,” she thought, aghast at her own emotional vulnerability, witnessing what in truth was exactly what she had hoped for, a successful first meeting between Tiger and her father. “Fucking pull yourself together, Catherine.”  

Conveniently, Butch decided to lower his bum at the side of the path, Rin nicely distracted by the imminent poo to collect into a bag, taking one from the small reel clipped onto his lead.  

“You don’t have to clean up after my dog, Rin,” Sean spoke on approach. She had straightened with a knotted bag in no time, though, Butch kicking up grass and leaves in the wake of his deposit.  

“Well, I cleaned up your child’s shitty bum for the first two years until she was out of nappies, so cleaning up one dog turd is no big stretch,” she mentioned quietly, so those very little ears of said child did not overhear her statement.

He smiled, his eyebrows fluttering. “I would have done my share there, too. And the getting up during the night to tend to the obligatory newborn squealing.” 

She believed he would have, exchanging a gaze with him for a few moments, remembering the time so well. “There wasn’t much of that, she was a very good baby, very quiet.” Tiger had been, too. Sometimes Rin had even had to wake her for a feed or nappy change, so enamoured with sleep as the infant had been.  

“Perhaps she isn’t quite as like me as I thought.” His statement stirred her soft laughter, the three of them continuing to walk, Butch pottering along with his nose to the ground. “She is a credit to you, though. A very lovely child.”  

Thinning her lips, she nodded. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re both getting along.”  

They remained at the park for a further hour until the light began to fade, heading their separate ways, Rin stating that they could perhaps meet up again the following Saturday for lunch. Sean walked back to his car on a cloud he hadn’t felt in a long time, happiness abounding for having spent some time with his daughter, even though of course she had no clue over that. For him, it was good enough that he knew who he was to her. 

Rin had also been warmer with him for the most part, although of course they’d fallen into a little biting badinage here and there. He had to expect that, though. He had some serious work to do in order to be seen as anything more than A – the man who had sold her trust via such nefarious means in secretly filming them having sex or B – a man who hid money through his company for her. 

He had to be more than that.  

He’d failed at showing his father that he could be anything more than he’d once estimated. Sean knew as he drove away from the park, he would not fail another. Especially not his own daughter. Not that she was the one who had to see him in any other light, of course, but to have a proper relationship with her, it meant her mother did.  

His week passed in a blur of meetings, construction site attendance, trips to Birmingham and Manchester to meet with his new teams in both cities, Sean sitting at a table within a small restaurant just off the King’s Road before he knew it.  

“How did Birmingham go?” Rin asked, squeezing lemon over her calamari, shaking her head at her daughter, who had ordered the same and was biting into the wedge provided, Sean looking on in disbelief. “She likes sharp flavours.”  

“As it would appear.” Tiger noticed being watched, smiling a very gummy smile at her parents, missing another baby tooth since she’d seen her dad last. “Birmingham was successful. Greg Bennett isn’t nearly as difficult as others have made out to be, but a complete t-o-s-s-e-r all the same.”  

Rin was impressed, both at the spelling of bad language to save her daughter’s ears, and the fact Sean hadn’t been dented by the Birmingham project manager whom she’d heard so many mixed reviews over. A man great at his job, but with an insufferably arrogant attitude.  

Luckily, since she was the silent, illegitimate footing in the Wallace Corporation, and Sean the face of the legitimate side, she’d never have to deal with him. She couldn’t deny though, if he had returned and told her he’d been in any way irked by Greg’s demeanour, she’d probably have found a certain amount of Schadenfreude. The more mature side of her realised that wasn’t conducive for smoothly running business, though, so put aside her need to needle the father of her child for then, at least.  

She managed to do so whenever they met up for him to spend time with Tiger, as it began to become apparent with more of the meetings that passed, but in business? It was a different story entirely. Especially when Sean managed to score points over her for a change.  

The warehouses that bordered along the docks owned by Cavanagh Enterprises were deserted at 11pm, the time Rin had called a meeting between her and the figureheads of London’s underworld. A few forklifts shuttled around, carrying cargo, but far from the warehouse Sean walked into after stepping from his car, instructing the driver to wait. He’d been on his way home from a late business dinner when she had called, demanding his presence.  

Nodding to Sokoro and Silas, the latter patted him down for weapons, taking his gun from him before swinging the heavy door open, the only lights visible coming from the far side of the huge space, shining down into an area between the lined up packing crates. Once he arrived within it, he witnessed an already present Rin, along with Kingsley Adeoye, head of the Nigerian gangs and more notably, Lale, Ed and Luan as well as their various associates. Bar the latter, it was the first time he’d seen any of them in months. 

He viewed them all coolly with a nod, not expecting for Ed to move away and step to him.  

“If we can sweep the past behind us, Sean,” he began in earnest, his demeanour that of humbleness which matched his words. “For Alex, and for what we once had. A fresh slate?”  

His response was delivered just as coolly as his first glance. “Done away with your desires to see me dead and buried now, Ed?”  

He’d expected such, knowing Sean rarely forgave or forgot quite so easily. “Your value within our world has been reminded to me, shall we say. And once, you were valuable to me besides that. I would sincerely like for us to move forward once more.” 

“And the value of my mother to you?” Immediately, Ed looked uncomfortable, pausing in his retort. “I think there is too much water under the bridge to begin sweeping that past away for now.” Stepping around him, he moved to the far corner to stand away from the rest, feeling the stare of Lale boring into the side of his head.  

Fantastic. Two scorned lovers and a man he’d once thought of as an uncle trying to make good once again. He wished he’d turned his phone off and been unreachable in the face of such. The space between them was then entered by Luan, the big bear of a man nodding at Sean as he discreetly made a series of gestures with his hand.  

“Rock, Sean Wallace, hard place.”  

He couldn’t help but let a slight smile tilt his lips, even if it was at his expense, Luan giving him a soft elbow to the arm as his own smile grew beneath the bush of his beard. “The more I learn your language, the more I like these English sayings. There is an Albanian one that I think perhaps applicable to you right now.” He paused, watching Sean’s eyebrow flutter curiously. “Kush ka turp vdes per buke.”  

“And that means?” 

“Those prone to shame die from hunger.”  

Wise words, he thought. Especially since shame was the emotion the two women present would have liked him to suffocate from for his misdeeds towards them. Looking towards Rin, she paced slowly in a line, checking her watch every so often, the sound of a vehicle entering the warehouse filling the space after a few silent minutes.  

The man he recognised as Marcus, one of Rin’s henchmen stepped out, going into the back and pulling out a bound and gagged Iranian man, who already looked as if he’d taken a considerable beating, he and the man he knew to be called Atticus dragging him into the space. A large hook hung from the overhead beams upon a chain, the men lifting his struggling body to suspend him from it. Rin reached for his gag, pulling it from his mouth, his tirade beginning immediately. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Do you think you’re your goddamned father? Fucking little bitch, how fucking dare you! I did nothing to you, nothing!” 

Rin rolled her eyes, her fist meeting his solar plexus. He was quiet then for a moment. “Oh, cut the bullshit, Bahram. I had all of this crap from your predecessor. I had hoped you’d be different, but no.” She then turned to the assembled figureheads, gesturing back to Bahram. “We had five kilograms of heroin go missing from these very docks two days ago, as well as a quarter of a shipment of guns. I firmly believe this to be the work of the Persian’s, who have been set against me since my takeover. Understandably, we need this problem irradicated.” 

“It wasn’t him.”  

Her eyes narrowed at the interruption, turning to watch as Sean stepped forward. “I beg your pardon?” 

“You heard, Catherine. It wasn’t Bahram.” He paused, smirking, knowing he had one up on her and absolutely delighting in it. “Remember when I mentioned to you that lack of a poker face you suffer? Well, you aren't the only person here present who lacks such. Your father was the messiah of reading faces, as was mine, and mine taught me well how to read the innermost emotions, all from a flicker of facial muscles.”  

Her heart began to race, a tight feeling of uncomfortableness pinching at her muscles, Sean continuing. “You see, every single person in this room reflected their thoughts upon hearing they’d been ripped off accordingly in how they wore their facial expressions. All except for one. One who immediately looked nothing short of smug, to see you’d pointed the finger of accusation toward another.”  

He reached quickly for her gun, turning it upon the one man whose face had given him away. “Where’s our product, Kingsley?” 

“What the fuck, Sean?” he spluttered, laughing.  

“You fucking heard me. I asked you where the product was. I believe you have been in receipt of a fuckload of contraband not destined for your greedy hands exclusively.” The atmosphere grew tense, the men employed by Rin all drawing their weapons to point right at the Nigerian and his three associates, Kingsley’s eyes swivelling.  

Sean then moved speedily, grasping the man standing closest to him, pressing the gun against his head. “Tell me. Tell me now, or it’s your son here who suffers.” 

Kingsley chuckled darkly. “You don’t have the balls, Wallace. Just like she is not her father,” he nodded at Rin, his gold toothed smirk growing, “you are not Finn Wallace.” 

“No, I am not.” Aiming the gun down, he blew a hole straight into the knee of Uzoma, his father’s eyes widening in horror as his boy screamed in agony. “I’m fucking worse. Now, before I blow his other knee out, you’d better begin talking. The boss is waiting.”  

Rin stood tight lipped with her arms folded, her eyes glittering dangerously as she waited, Kingsley remaining on mute. Looking to Sean, she watched him shrug before swiftly firing another slug straight into Uzoma’s right knee, the man collapsing with a shriek. 

“Dad, fucking tell them! Please!” he pleaded, confirming Sean’s suspicions.  

“it’s his head next, Kingsley.”  

“Please, dad!” 

Kingsley balled his fists, hissing in rage. “Fuck!” He paced, rubbing his hands down his face with heavily adorned fingers, the gold of his rings twinkling in the low light. “The African Market on Manning Road, E10. Your guns and heroin are there. Just let my boy go.” 

With a single nod from Rin, her men exterminated the Nigerian’s present. “Cut him down.” She ordered, nodding in the direction of Bahram as the embarrassment of being wrong warmed her cheeks and slithered through her stomach like an eel. She turned to Sean, taking her gun back, her jaw set. “A word.” 

He followed her from the warehouse, the cool night air whipping across his face as it blew in over the water, rounding the corner to have her turn, her fist meeting his eye.  

“What the fuck, Catherine?” 

“How dare you fucking make me look like an idiot in front of everyone, you little snake!” 

He could barely believe her gall. “Make you look like an idiot? No. You did that all by yourself, stringing up a man who had fuck all to do with the theft on pure suspicion alone. In this world, you check your facts, or you come unstuck. Imagine how fucking unadhered you would have become, had I not alerted you to the true perpetrators!” 

“Oh, and you fucking loved every second of it, didn’t you?” she hissed, the tendons in her neck popping as she gritted her teeth. 

“With how much of a bitch you are to me concerning all things business then yes. Yes, I fucking did take pleasure in needling you back for once, but trust me, I did it to stop you from getting yourself hunted down by the fucking Persian mafia above anything else. But of course, you and your insufferable arrogance, you likely don’t see that at all, do you?” 

The embarrassment of it all, her first big rookie mistake as a leader did nothing but continually wash against her insides like acid, Rin loathing the fact he was right. “If you think you’re seeing Tiger next week after this, you can forget it, Sean.”  

He lunged, Rin quick to raise her gun, finding her wrist gripped hard as he charged her back against the warehouse, slamming her hand into the bricks until she released it, his other hand curling around her throat. “Do not use our fucking child against me.” 

She smirked, panting for breath, their noses touching as he imposed himself further upon her. “Or you’ll do what?” 

“Hang you out to dry with the fucking Persian mafia instead of smoothing things over. I know them, I’ve dealt with them for years. With my intervention, I can make all of this go away. Without it, your arse is in more trouble than your alleged clout can get you out of. Choice is fucking yours, Catherine.”  

She snarled at him, but her eyes, oh, how he read her so flawlessly. “While you’re making that choice, I implore you, become more efficient in reading people. You might also want to do better at hiding what lurks beneath within yourself, too.” 

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” she spluttered, his grip tightening upon her throat, lips curling into a grin as he leaned to her ear, the skim of his lips sending a forest fire right through her. 

“We both know exactly what it means.”  

He left her there burning, with more than just fury at what his actions had provoked.  

[mildiva]

So I’ve Decided To Start A Blog About Music And Parties

the idea came to me on a break at work after leaving my phone at home, my mind never clearer… i should be blogging about music. pitchfork is dead, first of all, and third of all it’s something i cannot live without, so why not?

I’m not sure of the “” format “” this will take but right now i’ll just write things as they come?? and part of my love for music is of course parties. they’re still so life giving to me and i still think nothing is better than dancing with gay ppl some of whom are my friends and hearing them dj. some of them are even good! it’s just spaces of eternal and endless flowing love. anyways.

arianka is back!! when i first heard yes, and?, i thought “alright miss grande this is cute!” and it’s grown on me ever since. I’ve been anticipating this album, seeing what direction she would go. i’ve been listening to sweetener every day for the last few weeks mostly because the eating 4 free series on ariana recontextualized her… everything, i guess?? i’d always seen her as just like a Nickelodeon product industry plant which as a certified quirky-not-like-other-girl syndrome haver did not interest me. i was still listening ofc but i wasn’t invested like i was in say lady gaga (and oh how the tables have turned on stefani the pharmacy tech but i digress!) anyways the five part e4f series on her, how she got started with looping covers of imogen heap on youtube, her serious involvement in the production of all her albums, really digging into the pain and scrutiny she’s been through from her time with The TV Producer Who Shall Not Be Named to the donut incident (which i always thought was a slay) to the literal Manchester bombing, her relationships especially with mac miller… not gonna call myself an arianator or w/e but i am a fan now, especially after relistening.

before i get into the album i just want to say this: the music video for we can’t be friends was adorable! it’s very sad that we don’t get music videos anymore because they’re not profitable or useful for marketing. still haven’t seen the yes and video but i’ll get to it. my main point is that give evan peters a stingy little mustache, grow his hair out a little longer, and he could pass for spongebob slater! so many people on twitter are mocking him for his looks/ariana for being with him but gassing up evan. look, ethan is… not a guy i would approach in a bar let’s say, but i’d let him buy me a drink, you know? and if we’re to believe ariana on supernatural and ordinary things, they have something special! tweets will go viral about “every hot girl needs a medium ugly bf” but she’s not allowed to do it? anyways.

if you detect a pivot in tone here, it’s because i’m no longer blogging with a sour cream donut and 3/4 of a dunkin latte with oatmilk and nothing else fueling my body, sun glowing through the clouds and full of optimism.. there’s a harried blogging now while i try and finish this before i hop in the shower to get ready for a hookup tonight. also, i’ve been thinking and listening to eternal sunshine again, reading and digesting lyrics and of course many many stan tweets about it.

first, i’d like to amend something i stated earlier that i refuse to edit: evan peters represents dalton her ex(?) husband, not ethan. (side note: i wonder if she’s thought back to the line in thank u, next where she says she hopes she’ll only get married once. either way the song is still a smash!) i of course forgive my confusion because, for reasons unknown even to myself, i assumed the majority of this album was about the forbidden romance that soon overflowed into her public relationship with spongebob, but it’s not! this is very much a breakup album and nobody is bored in it.

i’m really fascinated by this because ariana took such a turn in disappearing from the public eye after getting together with dalton (which was certainly aided by the pandemic). as a non-stan, i couldn’t tell you what little she HAS been putting out, but if the inimitable joan summers couldn’t find pictures of her for a two year period, it’s safe to say she was lying low. and yes there have been jokes and supposition about “ariana wasn’t allowed to talk about the divorce as per their agreement but she sang about it~~” BUT! if we take that into consideration (and also rely on the journalistic analysis of e4f), most of the negative press and comments came from dalton and his camp. divorce agreements and technicalities of speech aside, i think she chose a much kinder way to speak about their relationship. even she says she wishes she hated him (knowing very little about their relationship, I’m happy to hate him off of the line about him turning the tv up on her crying) but she doesn’t! even with songs like the boy is mine, supernatural, and ordinary things, she really details a story of a relationship disintegrating with both her and dalton finding other people. it’s certainly not the cheating homewrecker story everybody was running with months ago. even if the arianators turn on dalton, he’s still spared any real damage to his reputation because she doesn’t paint him as a monster, scoundrel, narcissist, etc. not to get too “a man can laugh but a woman can only chortle” about it, but i hope people who wrote ariana off listen and reconsider that despite the tabloids and the lyrics, none of us know what went down in that marriage.

okay but what about the music? this will maybe be the shortest part of this blog (oops!), but I’m really fascinated with the narrative around and in the album. the music, I’ll probably need to listen for another week before i have anything worthwhile to say (i need to go full geek on it). keeping it brief, it felt very airy. sonically it sounds like the imaginary room the cover was shot in: spacious and full of sunbeams. something about some of the songs (wait for your love and yes, and?) felt very 80s to me, but i’d need a psychoanalyst to explain that to me. you still hear an rnb influence throughout, but why wouldn’t you? obviously the boy is mine, but true story as well with the bass straight out of “pony” by ginuwine and a drum pattern (pattern, not sample, don’t get it twisted) similarly to “don’t hurt yourself” by beyoncé. my personal favorite of the album was imperfect for you, but i’m a sucker for a pedal tone that creates dissonance, what can i say?

if you’ve actually read this far thank you? im amazed that you read a 20 mile long blog that frankly, is not even well written yet. xoxo 🐇

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Red Coat, Red Eye

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 1, 147

Summary: I’m pretty sure everyone has done a Dieter at the Met Gala fic so here’s my version. As usual, it’s cute and wholesome. Also got a bit inspired by this awesome artwork!

Warnings: an unpleasant pregnancy so loads of vomiting but plenty of cute fluffy stuff

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The weather may have been starting to warm up, but you were huddled under a protective layer of blankets. The first trimester of pregnancy was not being kind to you. Instead of morning sickness, you were suffering from all-the-time sickness. Your way of coping was curling up in bed or on the couch, wrapping yourself in a blanket and not moving unless absolutely necessary.

Dieter was working a bit more than usual so you wouldn’t have to work when feeling so under the weather. Currently he was in New York to film an ad as well as attend the Met Gala. He didn’t like being away from you and he really did not want to be taking a six-hour flight, but you insisted, and he would only be gone a few days.

You were going to facetime him today before he attended the Gala. Huddled up on the couch, hugging a box of Fruit Loops you put in the call. The screen came to life with a very clear picture of your husband’s nose. “Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, but you need to back up a little bit.” Finally, his face came into frame. “Hi Dieter! Wait, is that a lip ring?”

He touched his painted nails to the new piece of jewellery. “Don’t worry, it’s fake. I may get a fake nose ring put in but anyways, how is my beautiful wife?”

“Not too bad. I wasn’t violently sick this morning so yay!” you weren’t entirely convincing in your delivery.

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes,” your mouth was somewhat muffled by what you were popping into your mouth.

“Are those my Fruit Loops?”

You stopped your chewing, “It’s the only thing I can manage at the moment.” He sighed understandably so you changed the subject, “So how’s New York?”

“The same as last time. I went to that bagel shop you fell in love with and got a baker’s dozen worth which are already packed in my bag.”

“I love you and I want to have your baby.” You looked down at your barely visible bump, “Oh wait, already doing that.”

He laughed, “So do you want to see my Met Gala look?”

“Yeah!” you clapped your hands in eager anticipation. He stood back from the screen, and you could see that he was decked out in black and red.

“Oh, I like that coat.”

“It’s nice and cosy.”

“Do you get to keep that?”

“I hope so.”

“I hope so too.”

He flicked his long red coat back to reveal he was wearing shorts. “Do you like the shorts?” he ran his hands up his hips to emphasise the shorts.

“I do like the shorts.”

“Do you like the legs?” he strut his leg out in a sexy pose.

“I do like the legs.”

“Do you like my slutty little knee?” he bent his knee out in a sexy manner.

“I do.”

His voice lowered, “How about we..?”

You interrupted, “Dieter stop trying to seduce me when I’m eating.”

“It’s not as sexy over screen anyways. But look, I managed to do my tie on my own! Only one take!”

You gave him a little round of applause. “You look very handsome and I’m sure you’ll be the prettiest there.”

“I wish you were here.”

“Do you really want me to travel with you on the six-hour flight while trying not to do my best Regan impression?”

“Okay, scratch that, I wish I was there with you. Then I could be holding you in my arms and making you feel better.”

You were hit in the feels, “Oh, now I wish you were here!”

“I’ll be back in a few days.”

“I know. I think we’ll survive. Will you survive all the people asking about where I am?”

“Well, the plan is to just avoid questions altogether. If I time it right, all I’ll be able to do is show up, flash my slutty knee a bit and run off into the gala.”

“Good plan. Well you have a good night.”

“I’ll try. What have you got planned for tonight?”

“Oh, I’m going to spend a lovely evening with Mike.”

“Mike?”

“Flanagan!”

“You’d totally leave me for him, wouldn’t you?”

“No! Never! It depends.”

You both fell into laughter but that soon trickled into sigh of longing. He pressed his fingers to his lips and touched the screen. You did the same and you said your goodbyes.

*****

The rest of your evening was spent with haunted houses and Fruit Loops. At some point you reached for another handful of sugary cereal but came up with air; you’d eaten the entire box. Disappointed to be without a comfort snack, you went to bed. At some point in the night, your stomach rumbled in a bad way, so you blindly made your way towards the bathroom, but your pathway was blocked by a figure. The shock reached your stomach, and you emptied its contents, and a familiar sound came from the figure in front of you.

“Dieter?!” but you couldn’t ask any more questions and you still had your stomach to empty so you finally rushed to the bathroom and hugged the toilet.

You were too preoccupied to witness the comedy scene that Dieter performed around you. His t-shirt was covered in vomit, so he made his way into the shower to wash it off. But then that made the jeans he was wearing also wet, therefore clinging tighter to his legs. But his socks were also wet so he was slipping around the bathroom, thankfully not falling and causing serious injury. He managed to remove himself from his wet clothing and into something dryer and came back into the bathroom and by then you had completely emptied all contents.

“What are you doing here Dieter?”

“I missed you, so I got a red eye back.”

You sniffed and wiped your mouth, “You didn’t sit next to someone who pulled you into an assassination plot?”

“What?”

“Nothing” you sipped at the water Dieter brought you. “I’m sorry I threw up on you.”

He rubbed your back, “It’s not the first time I’ve been covered in vomit. And good thing I took my new coat off.”

“You got to keep the coat?”

“I think so,” he gave a look that said he probably forgot to ask first before taking the coat, but he shrugged and moved on, “I should’ve known better than to surprise my wife who watches way too many horror films.”

You leaned into his embrace, “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too. Now let’s get you back into bed.”

You gladly returned back into the warm embrace of bed which became better with the addition of your lovely warm husband.

“I’m sorry I ate all your Fruit Loops.”

“All of them?” you mumbled an affirmative response.

“That was a big box. No wonder you were sick.”

Films referenced: The Exorcist (1973), Red Eye (2005), The House on Haunted Hill (2018)

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