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[romanreignsbae]

Forbidden Desires - Chapter 2

R.R

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After 3 hours of walking around the mall relentlessly, with Roman buying Y/n every single thing she eyed, they finally made it back to the hotel. As Roman locked the door behind him, he asked a question that’s kept him on edge since last week.

“How is he?” Y/n knew exactly who Roman was subtly referring to.

He was referring to the almost 2 year old son they shared. Zyon. The light of their lives. How this happened? Well long story short, a simple movie night in Y/n’s room lead to Roman gushing about his heavy feelings for her. Now, Roman knew better than to mess around with younger women.

But Y/n was different to him, and that was cause he was in love with her. Y/n was no better than Roman himself. She flaunted the words ‘age is just a number’ around her hotel room with no second thought. She was just as in love with him.

The pair spent the rest of their night passionately love making with of course no protection. This little game carried on for 2 weeks after, but came to a halt when Y/n noticed slight changes in her body and mood. She often felt nauseous and found herself with her face in the toilet throwing up her guts, or felt herself becoming emotional over the smallest things.

Roman had grown worried and decided to set up a doctors appointment for her. He had insisted he attend to make sure everything was alright. While attending this appointment the pair was informed they were expecting.

The two of them shared worried glances but put on a happy act in front of the doctor to raise no suspicion. The last thing they wanted was the doctor informing anything to the media.

After letting reality sink in they decided to make up a plan so they could keep this little secret to themselves. He provided for Y/n’s every single need during her rocky pregnancy. Made sure she ate the best food, had the best doctors, and overall was happy and stress free.

When their son was born he continued providing for his child that he loved so dearly. But he continued providing for Y/n just as much too. He loved them both. Clothes, food, bills, the main necessities, and every other thing their hearts desired.

Him and Y/n had came to a mutual agreement that they would push their feelings aside for one another for the sake of their son. Sharing a room would be a mess, they both knew it. But they had no choice.

“He’s doing fine, he’s with my mom right now, he misses you..” Roman listened to her words, emotion wavering over him.

“I miss him so much too..you know how bout we FaceTime him together tonight?” he suggested.

They both knew it would make their baby beyond happy to see his mommy and daddy together. They never quite understood the boys obsession with them being together, but it was worth the look of joy that always crossed his cute little face.

It only took a few rings for your mom to pick up the phone. “Zyon, baby look! It’s mommy and daddy!”

You could hear your baby cooing as he crawled over to the phone, his baby hands thumping against the wood floor. “Mama! Dada!” He squealed happily clapping his hands together.

“My baby! I miss you so much” Y/n spoke with a bright smile on her face. Seeing her son always put her in the best mood possible. He was the reason she was happy in life. “Hey buddy! Daddy misses you..”

Zyon grabbed the phone away from his grandma holding it close to his blabbing away, as if they would understand what he was saying.

The small screen of the phone filled with Zyon's small cute face, his eyes wide with unfiltered joy finally seeing his mommy and daddy together once again. His little hands smacked against the device, his babbles were of adorable incoherence. "Mama! Dada!" he repeated, his voice a sweet melody that dug deep into Y/n's heart, instantly melting away the thoughts from the stressful day she went through.

"Oh, my precious boy," Y/n cooed, her eyes glistening with affection. "Mommy misses you so much." Her fingers traced the outline of his face on the screen, a longing ache twisting in her chest. Roman, leaning over her shoulder, mirrored her expression. His hand found hers, squeezing gently, a silent acknowledgment of the shared emotion.

"Hey, champ!" Roman's voice boomed, his usual playful tone softening as he spoke to his son. "Daddy misses you too, buddy. You been a good boy for Grandma?" Zyon responded with stream of gurgles and giggles, nodding his head emphatically as though he fully understood the question. He proceeded to grab the phone from his grandma and bring it closer to his face. His face filled the whole screen as he began to rant, his hand smacking the device as he spoke.

“He’s telling us about his new toy,” Y/n's mom chuckled lightly from the background, “he’s been playing with it all day.” It seemed as though Zyon knew what she was saying and tried to talk over her, babbling even more loudly. Both Roman and Y/n couldn't help but laugh at their son. Seeing his cute little self was more than enough to lift their spirits.

They spent the next fifteen minutes engrossed in Zyon's world. They watched him show off a colorful building block tower he had made, heard him attempt to sing a terribly off-key version of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and the whole time every single moment felt right, in both their hearts. Each giggle, each babble, was a treasure, a reminder of the beautiful creation that bound them together. When it was time for Y/n's mom to put him down for the night, a pang of sadness went through them both.

"Goodnight, my baby," Y/n whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Mommy loves you so, so much."

"Night, buddy," Roman added, his voice equally tender. "Sleep tight, and dream big."

As the call ended, the vibrant image of Zyon faded, replaced by the cold, dark screen. A sudden hush fell over the hotel room. The joyous laughter that had filled the air was replaced by a familiar, underlying tension that needed to be dealt with.

Y/n sighed and leaned back against the plush headboard of the bed, a profound sense of longing washing over her. She glanced at Roman, his expression mirroring her own quiet ache.

"He's growing up so fast," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Roman moved to sit beside her on the bed, their fingers intertwining instinctively. "He is," he agreed, his thumb gently stroking her skin. "Almost two years old. It feels like just yesterday we were nervously staring at the monitor waiting for our little man to make his appearance."

They both fell silent, a comfortable quiet upon them. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, the complex emotions that surrounded their unusual arrangement. Usually Roman would see Zyon once a day every week, with his hectic schedule. He’d stay the night, maybe stay for breakfast and then poof he’s gone, and Y/n stays dealing with Zyon asking for his ‘dada’. Yet at the same time they were bound by their son, holding them together..keeping them strong. Yet, beneath the surface was a longing, a yearning for something more.

"You know," Roman began, his voice low and husky, "I hate this. I hate that we have to pretend, that we can't just be… us." His gaze was intense, his eyes searching hers for a hint of understanding.

Y/n reached up and cupped his face, her touch gentle but sure. "I know, Roman," she whispered, "I hate it too. Every single day."

She knew what he meant. The stolen glances across the room, the hushed conversations when Zyon wasn't around, the constant push and pull of their desires – it was exhausting. They were a family in every sense except the most basic one. They weren’t together. Not fully.

"If it was just the two of us," Roman continued, his voice laced with thick emotion, "things would be so different. We'd be together. Completely."

A small smile curved Y/n's lips. “It’s all I dream about,” she admitted. "I dream about us, Zyon, all in one home. Just a family. No secrets. No hiding. I wish I could experience that."

Roman’s thumb brushed softly against her neck, “I wanna hold you every night, wake up with you in my arms every morning. I want us to experience all of Zyon’s first together, not apart.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She’d dreamt about the same things, wished for the same future. She longed for the normalcy, the simplicity of a life where she could love Roman freely, openly, without the burden of hiding their relationship.

"Do you ever think," Y/n asked, her voice barely a breath, "that maybe... maybe we could change things? Work out an arrangement that allows us to be together, properly?"

Roman's eyes widened, his gaze intense. "Y/n, you don't even have to ask. I have been wanting this since you told me you were pregnant with Zyon. I never stopped loving you, not even for a second."

"It's just… it's scary," Y/n admitted, her voice laced with anxiety. "We'd have to tell everyone, the media, the fans… It could be a mess."

Roman took both of her hands in his. “We could do it together,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere, I love you Y/n. More than I have loved anything in my whole life.” He felt something he had been keeping in for years. He confessed his true feelings for her, not holding back.

"And if everything were to go south, at least we would have each other, our mini us," she said. "We could make it work for Zyon.”

Roman’s face was full of hope, he sat there silent for a moment before speaking again. “It can’t just happen overnight though..it takes time..”

“I know baby, but i’m in for it, if you are” Y/n whispered softly. He looked up at her with a soft smile forming around his plump lips.

“You already know i’m in for it baby..”

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Between Life and Love

The last thing you remember is shouting—urgent voices rising above the chaos, a cacophony of fear and desperation. Then, the sharp, searing pain as a bullet tears through your abdomen. The ground rushes up to meet you, cold and unyielding.

The world blurs around you, colors and sounds fading as your body grows heavy. Through the haze, you catch a glimpse of Spencer Reid. He’s rushing toward you, panic etched into every line of his face.

"Y/N!" he shouts, his voice cracking. He drops to his knees beside you, his trembling hands pressing down on the wound in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.

"Stay with me," he pleads, his voice a mixture of panic and determination. "Please, Y/N. You’re going to be okay. You have to be okay."

His normally steady hands shake as he tries to control the blood gushing from your wound. Tears well in his wide hazel eyes, threatening to spill over as he stares down at you.

You want to say something, to tell him it’s not his fault, but the words don’t come. Darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision, and his voice grows distant, like a fading echo.

When you wake, the world feels strangely quiet. The harsh fluorescent lights above you cast a sterile glow, and the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor is the first sound you register.

Your body feels heavy, the dull ache in your abdomen a reminder of what happened. Blinking, you manage to focus on your surroundings. You’re in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV.

At your bedside, Spencer sits slumped forward, his head resting on the edge of the mattress. His usually neat hair is disheveled, and the dark circles under his eyes suggest he hasn’t slept in days.

"Spence," you croak, your voice hoarse and weak.

His head snaps up, and for a moment, he just stares at you, as if he can’t believe you’re really awake. Then, relief floods his features, and he quickly leans closer.

"Y/N," he breathes, his voice thick with emotion. "You’re awake."

Before you can respond, the door opens, and the rest of the team files in. Emily is the first to approach, her expression a mix of relief and gentle reprimand.

"You really know how to scare us, don’t you?" she says, brushing a hand lightly over your arm.

Morgan stands next to her, shaking his head with a rueful smile. "You’ve got to stop putting yourself in the line of fire like this. We’re getting too old for these kinds of scares."

JJ and Rossi linger near the foot of the bed, offering soft words of encouragement and teasing remarks to lighten the mood. Their presence is comforting, a reminder of the bond you all share.

But through it all, Spencer stays quiet, his eyes never leaving you.

Eventually, the team begins to trickle out, giving you space to rest. Emily glances at Spencer before leaving, her gaze lingering for a moment as if to say, This is your chance.

Now, it’s just the two of you.

Spencer pulls his chair closer, his long fingers fiddling nervously with the edge of his sweater. He hesitates, the silence stretching between you.

"Spence," you say softly, breaking the tension.

He looks up at you, his hazel eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I thought I lost you," he whispers, his voice trembling. "I’ve seen so many terrible things in this job, but nothing… nothing has ever scared me like that. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things I never told you."

He swallows hard, his hands clenching into fists as he gathers his courage. "Y/N, you mean so much to me. More than I’ve ever let on. You’re the one person who makes me feel like I’m more than just statistics and facts. You make me feel… human."

His voice cracks, and he looks down, his shoulders shaking slightly. "I’ve always been afraid to say anything, afraid of ruining what we have. But after seeing you like that, I realized… I can’t keep this to myself anymore."

He lifts his gaze, meeting your eyes. "I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you for a long time."

The raw vulnerability in his confession leaves you speechless for a moment. You reach out, your fingers brushing against his. He takes your hand in his, holding it tightly, as if afraid to let go.

"I love you too, Spence," you say, your voice soft but steady.

A tear slips down his cheek, and he lets out a shaky laugh, relief washing over him. He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your hand.

"I promise," he murmurs, his voice filled with quiet determination. "I’m going to be here for you. Always."

And for the first time since waking up, you feel a sense of peace, knowing that whatever comes next, you won’t face it alone.

[buubonita]

What do you think the bad sanses love languages are? Like physical touch, gift giving, etc

Well this is a hard one to define. Mainly because it will be an answer based on what I understand of the characters and not so much if it is canon appropriate or not.

But canon doesn't matter.

BSP displays of affection, do you mean between them or towards each other? I still can't figure out how they work together. So I'll talk in general.

I think Killer has no idea what it is to give affection. And if he does, his ideas must be distorted by his own experiences. The closest thing to a display of affection he could have is to warn others from the knowledge he has about his environment and the people around him if that can avoid an unpleasant moment (I go back to that post where I said he would advise Dust and Horror about Nightmare and when or how to handle him)

I don't see either of them being physically affectionate. Killer touches others as a method of keeping himself grounded rather than with a good intention. I'd say it depends on the state of his soul but I'm not sure either (state 3 and 4 seem to be prone to extreme violence and 1 is the full awareness of guilt eating away at the poor guy)

Killer doesn't have the best references when it comes to giving affection either. If we think of a setup where Murder and Horror are there as "toys" that Nightmare gave to Killer, I can see him translating Nightmare's behaviors to the two of them.

Though who knows, maybe he can learn a thing or two from the right person.

Murder and Horror seem to be the most willing to do something terrible in the name of those they love the most.

Horror doesn't seem like the gushing type at all, Sans didn't usually be either but he showed his affection for his brother in small gestures (reading to him before bed, helping him make costumes for his party, peeling an apple for him) so I think he would follow that same pattern of doing small things, niceties to take care of who he cares about. Maybe he knows Dust has a favorite color and gives him a gift of that color, or maybe he lets Killer name his weapons and addresses them that way.

Small nonsense but it makes it known that he is there.

What I do see as a form of affection, and partly because his memory fails, is that Horror gives nicknames to the people he hangs out with. The more nicknames, the more dear they are to him.

I also don't see him touching anyone so openly. Maybe on rare occasions and they are simple touches like punches or pats.

However, he is not above hurting or simply ignoring their personal desires and convictions. He fed his brother human flesh despite Papyrus telling him he didn't want to, he lied to the entire town about a new policy because he didn't want to take responsibility for things getting screwed up because of him, and he condemned his friends (although he is not the only one to blame) to a screwed up life.

Nightmare.

All of Nightmare's "displays of affection" lead to violence. Nightmare can't feel healthy affection for anyone in his corrupted state. I think even if he wanted to love someone, he'd end up hurting them.

I've said this before, but Nightmare would definitely compliment anyone in the group while they're dying because he finds their pain "too irresistible."

Becoming the object of Nightmare's affection only brings more pain unfortunately.

In a healthy version it's even hard to determine, because the best mercy Nightmare could give the MTT is to let them go. While some like to explore the idea of ​​Nightmare striving to improve, I personally like that but it also depends on how heinous Nightmare's actions have been and trying to determine if it makes sense for the rest of the MTT to trust his promise of wanting to change for the better.

If he did change for the better, their relationship wouldn't stop being complicated. There are no perfect relationships, there will always be instances of tension between parties even in the best of times and it's a matter of everyone involved doing their part to make it work. Relationships are not one-sided and one person cannot and does not have to bear all the responsibility.

It would be nice to see, if Nightmare were to redeem himself, teach others to better manage their "negative" emotions in less destructive and healthier ways. And above all learn to respect everyone's personal boundaries.

Nightmare would be fine with physical contact if he was the one to initiate it, I think. He would have to trust someone a lot to let them touch him and it wouldn't last long.

And lastly there's Dust.

I really like the idea that Dust writes. He doesn't know how to voice his feelings very well so he's better at writing them down. Maybe little notes left in the space of the people he cares about, even if they're just loose sentences, it doesn't take a lot of words to express great things when it comes to feelings.

And sometimes saying I love you feels like an impossible feat or something sacred that not many feel ready for.

Dust and physical contact don't get along very well either, but I like to think that sometimes he would initiate contact, leaning on his companions to make himself noticed and know that he is there.

I hope this satisfies you, anon! Thank you for your ask, i have fun braining all this.

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Stranger part 13

Reader is Telemachus' friend, and when he leaves for his "diplomatic mission" he asks her to watch over his mother.

Later, once the king has returned, she stumbles upon an injured Poseidon.

Previous / series masterlist / character sheet / next

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Content specs: she/her pronouns used, afab reader, Platonic! Telemachus x reader, Epic!Poseidon x reader, possible OOC!Poseidon, Polites’ daughter! Reader, unrequited love, blood, fighting, nudity, illusion, possibly more?, trying to avoid using y/n, slowburn, suggestive themes, English is not my first language, sorry if it's too much exposition, it's my first fic.

Ónoma literally means name in Greek, at least according to google translate. View this as the y/n of this fic.

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“I’m sorry about that.” The God replied.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” Ónoma stated, but Perikles was not so certain about that. He didn’t know what island he was on, nor how her mother died. What he did know, was that this girl kept getting more and more interesting. “Let’s switch the topic.” She said, noticing his expression.

“Alright, why aren’t you devoted to Apollo? It’d be a perfect fit.” He asked. “You even have his temper.” He added under his breath.

“He killed my brother. Seven.” Fuck. Bad attempt at changing the topic.

“You know what, I’m just going to shut my mouth.”

“How about I ask some questions, then?” She offered. “That was not one, by the way.”

“I’ll let it slide, go ahead.”

“What were you doing at sea, and don’t give that stupid answer of ‘it’s my job’.” Poseidon had to think for a bit, not wanting to give away his identity with his answer.

“Tracking storms, earthquakes, tidal waves, and that man I told you about. Six.”

“Storms, earthquakes and waves? Were you trying to track Poseidon or something?” She mused.

“Or something.” He muttered.

“Are you devoted to him? Poseidon, I mean.”

Perikles chuckled. “You could say that. Five.”

“Four, you answered the other question, not elaborately, but you still answered.”

Those four would have to wait, as a knock sounded on the door. Ónoma furrowed her eyebrows, she was not expecting any visitors, but then again, people often just showed up. “Irene! How’s mama Ophelia? Come in.” She pulled her friend into an embrace.

“Do you have any more beautiful friends that I should know about?” Poseidon’s voice cut through their greeting.

“No, that’s five you owe me.” Irene looked at Peach quizzically. “I’ll explain, later.” Ónoma responded to her friend’s expression. “How are the new parents?”

“Ophelia was gushing about how sweet you were to stop by this morning, Theo’s still a bit useless, thanks for that. They’ve named him Pelagius.” Irene answered her friend. “I’m Irene, by the way, so nice of you to introduce us, Peach.”

“Shit, right, this is-”

“Perikles, pleasure to meet you, Irene.” He interrupted, kissing the girls hand.

“Oh, so now you’re charming? Figures.” Ónoma teased, their little game of questions definitely made her feel more comfortable around the man. “Did they choose they name because of the meaning, or just because they liked it?” She asked her friend.

“Yes, now I’m charming. Four.” Perikles replied first. Peach rolled her eyes at him, but smiled, he was starting to grow on her.

“Yeah, they named him after the sea, because that’s where he was... conceived?” Irene said, laughing awkwardly. “Gods, there’s no way to say that without it sounding weird.”

“Well.” Peach had to pause, as she was giggling too much to talk. “It is a unique thing to name him after.” Now full on laughing. “Gods I hope he doesn’t find out the reason for his name until he’s thirty or something.”

Perikles was laughing along as well.

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Irene’s visit had brightened Peach’s mood, but it did not take away her exhaustion. “You should rest today.” She swivelled around to face the man who’d spoken. “You’ve taken care of me these past few days, perhaps I could take care of you today?” He offered. “That did not count as a question, by the way.”

Ónoma was shocked, she’d not expected the offer, he’d not seemed like the type. Perhaps he felt bad for reminding her of her deceased loved ones. “Alright, I guess.” She replied cautiously.

Perikles rose from the bed he’d been resting on. He’d improved a lot physically, for a man who couldn’t walk on his own just two days ago. Almost suspiciously so. She frowned at the revelation. “Where is your trident? You said it was your own weapon you’d been hurt with, where is it?” She asked.

The God froze. “I don’t know.” He mumbled and scratched his head. The look on his face told her he was telling the truth. The trident itself did not hold any magical properties, but it did help him channel his energy, besides, it had been a gift from the cyclopes, his children. This was a problem. “Get some rest, I’ll wake you up for dinner.” He ordered. The way he spoke reminded her of nobility.

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As Ónoma rested, Poseidon got to work. He’d neglected his divine duties for the past few days, and the realisation that his trident was missing reminded him of that. He was lucky that the trident had been in the water, for the waves brought it to him when he commanded it. Had it been in the possession of that king he’d have a bit more trouble.

After being reunited with his beloved trident, he was able to focus. Commanding storms, communicating with the Nereids and other sea creatures, setting off an earthquake where the humans had been acting up, he had a busy day ahead of him.

The start of nightfall snapped him out of his duties, he summoned a few fish to him and got to cooking. He’d make his host dinner, he was a man of his word.

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The smell of burning woke the girl up. She knew the man’s offer was too good to be true. Perikles was no cook, that much was obvious by the pile of burned and butchered fish in her kitchen. “How about I cook?” She offered. “That was not a question, by the way… actually it’s a demand. Get out of the kitchen before you burn my house down.” The god was startled by the sound of her voice and burned his hand. “Put that burn in the water, I haven’t refreshed the bath’s water, but there is a clean bucket in the bathroom.” She ordered.

“Still feisty, alright, love.” Now it was Ónoma’s turn to freeze, had he slipped up, or was he teasing once more. Her face now burning just as hot as the pan she was handling.

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It was the first time both of them sat at the table, before now the man had always sat in bed while eating. Something Peach was not particularly fond of. Ónoma was a bit sad about the waste of food, never taking more than she, or the town, needed from the sea. The man noticed her sombre mood.

“Sorry I messed up dinner.” He said, not actually caring, but wanting to appease her.

“It’s fine, accidents happen.” She replied. “Just don’t like being wasteful is all.”

The God tilted his head and his eyebrow at her. “That’s a good quality to have.” He punished people for not respecting the sea, obviously he’d like her standpoint.

The rest of dinner they ate in silence. Poseidon observing the girl in front of him, who was trying not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. Her face was that of youth, her eyes were of old, the grief and other troubles visible in them. The reminded him of the sea, not because of the colour, but because of the storm inside.

“Would you like to play some music?” He asked.

“Would you like me to, or do you think I want to?” She countered.

“Both.”

Next.

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Some STP Human Headcanons (Vessels)

-I mentioned this in my last Slay the Princess post, but Prisoner loves to dance. As soon as she's free to walk and move around, she learns how to dance as a way to a) feel like she's in control of her body again, and b) fully explore the freedom she's now offered. The day she learns swing dances is the first day that any of the others have seen her smile.

-Witch has about twenty different kinds of carnivorous plants in her house, and all of them have names. She likes talking to them, because plants don't say that you're dragging on when you complain about your day, or tell you that your outfit looks awful when you're trying something new, or tell you that you're a massive dork when you gush about your favorite graphic novel series.

-Oh, yeah, Witch is a comics/graphic novel nerd. She's a big fan of Alison Bechdel, Vera Brosgol, ND Stevenson, and Elaine Lee, and she loooooooooves Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. She reads DC comics for them and them alone.

-As a way to express some individuality while they're still figuring out what their personality is---and if they even have a cohesive one---Stranger dresses in incredibly elaborate outfits, and the style changes rapidly from day to day. They can go from dressing like a Southern Belle (complete with a parasol) to dressing like a Victorian swashbuckling thief (complete with a cane and masquerade mask) to dressing like they're heading to a 1980's roller rink (surprisingly, they make the skates work) on any given day, and all of the girls place bets on whatever they're going to wear next. Nobody has won.

-It's a terrible pun, but I'm ridiculously attached to the idea of Razor being a metalhead---and if not a metalhead exactly, then a major fan of any and all punk rock music released in the Riot Grrl era. She owns every single Bikini Kill album, every single Raincoats album, and will neither confirm nor deny having a Joan Jett body pillow. If she can sing-scream along to it, she'll listen to it.

-Adversary is the most kickass roller derby player you have ever seen in your life. She's got face-paint, she's got stickers on her helmet, she's got scuffed shoulder and knee pads from bodying the girls on the other team... she's fucking awesome. Razor shows up to every single game with a hand-painted sign for her.

-Damsel is obsessed with video games like Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, the Sims---basically, anything that's cute and low-stakes, she'll play. She absolutely has a set of pink cat-ear headphones that Witch bought for her. (Prisoner has matching blue ones, but she never wears them.)

-Nightmare is a theater kid. She recites Shakespearean monologues at the drop of a hat, devours occult-themed musicals like her life depends on it, and has a flawless soprano voice that will actually give you chills. Her rendition of "The Ballad of Jane Doe" at a voice recital made several people cry. She relishes in their tears.

-Prisoner and Spectre both love books, but while it's more of an academic thing for Prisoner (she likes history and math, because it's just facts), Spectre is a total fiction reader. Mostly classics like Jane Austen and Agatha Christie, but she's also got a bit of a guilty pleasure for well-written romance novels, and she loves The Locked Tomb series. Even if the Alecto stuff hits a bit too close to home.

-Stranger is really into arts and crafts, to the point where they've pretty much learned everything from crotcheting to making clay earrings. Almost all of their creations end up being gifted to one of the girls, and they're all very much treasured and appreciated.

-Tower has a difficult time really connecting with most of the girls, since she's still trying to get herself to come down from her superiority complex, but she has figured out that they will always like her as long as she brings her credit card with her. No matter the setting, Tower is fucking loaded, and even the more masc girls like Adversary are willing to go on a shopping spree.

-That being said, I think Tower gets along the best with Nightmare, because they're both absolutely self-assured, barely care about other people (except their best girls, of course), and are both intimidating in their own ways. They're absolutely the kind of best friends who bitch about people while doing each other's nails.

-Witch and Spectre both do witchcraft for funzies, but Witch is more about the plants and herbalism, while Spectre's all about the Oujia boards and tarot cards. They're kind of in a two-person coven together---you gotta find something to bond over, and what better way to connect than your shared interest in magic?

-If I'm not just making Beast into a cat, I'm making Beast into a preteen, because just making her a human adult just doesn't... fit her. Besides, it's way more easy---and more fun---to imagine her as that low-key feral kid who's always digging for worms during recess, always gets into fights with bullies and winds up covered in Band-Aids as a result, always wears the same ratty cat-ear beanie every day, and hisses at people who annoy her. She has weird-little-girl energy, I dunno what to tell you. (She still tags along on hangouts when there's no alcohol involved, though---she's either Witch's little sister or her daughter, and Witch is very keen on making sure she's included.)

-Damsel bakes. Every time one or more of the girls comes over, she has something in the oven, something sitting on the kitchen table cooling, and something that's in the middle of being frosted. She likes doing it because while it is something that she largely does for others, it's also something that gives her a sense of pride, and she also just has a lot of fun with it. Even when she has to clean up, she's humming a song from a Barbie movie under her breath. Probably from Princess & The Pauper (the best one, fight me).

-Adversary used to play the violin when she was a kid, but she got bored of it quick, and she switched over to the bass as soon as she could. Spectre is very good at playing the cello---she even does recitals!---and Witch... well, she played the French horn in high school. During marching band. It was the only extracurricular where she could have free reign to be as annoying as possible to the people who said that she had to have one for college credit. (Oh, also, Razor plays electric guitar. She's a really good singer, but she's an even better growler.)

And... I think that's all I got for now.

[oscconfessions]

Ok so. Call me a hater but bot had SO MUCH potential to be one of the most interesting and greatest characters of ii especially with season 3, but the ii team said fuck that and decided to make their whole being be fan and test tube's lovechild that MIND YOU exists in the first place because of fan's parasocial relationship with basically ii's whole existence.

I know onviously they couldnt reveal the big twist until s2 finale, but think of how cool and honestly scary the foreshadowing wouldve been if they actually explored more of bot's creation and existence, considering THEY were the only one that was real when they once thought their whole being was a facade just to fill in a token veteran of the show. A being brought in BECAUSE of fan, programmed to adore. Because of him, bot felt that unlike themselves he had a body to call home, a real being, until we found out the scary truth about ii, that everything wasnt real at all. Think of the resentment they couldve harbored because of that bombshell.

Instead, the most interesting thing we had was them finding their own identity, which yeah is one thing of its own, but honestly? The show never really bothered to go beyond that other than maybe little hints the ii team dropped here and there outside the ii episodes. Nowadays they practically only function just to be child in the basic nuclear family dynamic of fan and test tube, where in all honesty those two just had their personalities and characters scrubbed and just left with "exists just to love and gush over the other and thats it". Bot practically only exists so that the fandom can gush and borderline fetishize fantube.

Tldr is i dont like season 3 because of its questionable writing choices. Specifically with bot.

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[604to647]

(Late Night) WIP Wednesday Thursday

Thank you for the tags @milla-frenchy @galway-girlatwork @joelmillerisapunk @baronessvonglitter 🥰🥰 Had an odd week and didn't write a lot, but managed to write a little of a lot of different things 🤣 (Unfortunately, no progress on the Acacius Hockey AU except for this and this).

Thank you for the kind reception on my first Dear-uary submission (What's a TomDaya?), the second entry will be for our dear Timothy Rockford and his Shutterbug, and it will be HORNEE (the epistolary form is SEXTING 🫠🤭):

Everything about the photo exudes control, skill, competency.  Your mouth suddenly felt very dry even as your pussy gushed; before you could register its actions, your free hand skimmed up past the hem of Tim’s t-shirt, delicate fingers starting to rub soft circles over the front of your already drenched panties as you gawked at the very picture of dominance and prowess projecting from your phone.

I also started working on my first ever Dieter fic (eek!) for @happypedrohours' Bouquets of Pedro Creativity Challenge! The working title is "Crawling Back to You (Dieter's Version)", heavily influenced by Hozier's cover of "Do I Wanna Know"; two quick snippets:

Detox had been a fucking nightmare but Dieter likes the voices in his head now.  They’re gentler with him, more forgiving, thoughtful.  They sound like you.

He couldn’t even bring himself to do you the disservice of asking you to wait, or stay by his side but hidden.  It was beneath you.  And to ask was to break his promise.

Turns out he didn’t even need to ask for you to feel the full weight of his betrayal. 

Hmmm, what else, what else? More The Rockford Portfolio, perhaps? How about some hurt/comfort?

Still, the sting of seeing you with someone else stays with him as he stumbles out of the coffeeshop, vendor's stall, grocery store and Tim tries leaning against the wall, a tree, his car to steady himself.  It doesn’t help in the least.  Doubling over, the pain in his chest balloons and threatens to suffocate him; deep breaths deliver no air to his lungs, the excruciating mass of regret too much in the way.  He can’t breathe.  He can’t breathe.  He can’t.

And... some young!Frankie who's having a rough go of a friends-to-lovers fic:

As soon as he lands, Frankie turns off airplane mode and the sudden influx of cell service after six weeks has his phone practically vibrating out of his hand from all the messages and notifications he’s missed.  He only cares about whether or not there are any messages from you, and when he sees that there are, he reads them in quick succession. There are only seven:

How were the pups this morning? Thanks so much again for walking Mac for me.  I really needed that extra half hour of sleep 😉

How’s your day going so far?  Mine is stupid busy with work, but I should be able to leave on time today!

Frankie!!! Thank you so much for the croissant! I love that bakery.  And thank you for the sweet note, too

Goodnight!

Frankie?  Is everything okay?  I’m worried about you.

Are you going to McKibbon’s tomorrow?

You didn’t come tonight.  Is it because of me?

His chest constricts at the evident change in mood and tone over the span of these messages, and especially at the sadness that radiates from the last one.

Huh. Lots of angst, eh? Yeesh - told you it's been an odd week! Ha!

No tags because I'm so late but anyone who is late like me but wants to share please dooooo 🥰🥰

[peachhcs]

Maybe some gabe and emma angst🫣🫣

honestly i don’t even know if they’d have angst tbh😭 they’re so nonchalant and chill with one another. i guess we could continue to build off of the slight angst i wrote the other day about emma feeling out of place around gabe’s friends.

i think in their first year of dating it’s something that takes her awhile to get used to and really integrate herself into the group. like she knows samy & hannah & julianne all love her, but it’s like her own mind telling her she doesn’t kind of thing. like an anxiety thing i guess.

part 2??

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the huge women’s soccer game against the university of michigan was this weekend and after hearing about it nonstop from gabe the past week, emma was tagging along with gabe and the guys to go watch samy, a michigan friend the blonde’s also heard a lot about since she started talking to gabe back in september.

she’d never seen the guys so excited for something that wasn’t hockey because the walk to the stadium was rowdy between the seven of them. they were talking over one another, poking each other with the signs they made, and of course, slightly tipsy from the few shots they took before to get themselves hyped up.

emma lingered near the back with gabe who was shouting along with them. she really tried joining in with them, but seven guys against one girl never ended well. even ryan’s girlfriend was in town for the game which told emma how important this was to all of them.

she found it really endearing that they all cared so much about samy like this and emma was pretty excited to meet the infamous girl.

“you doing okay?” gabe wondered for a moment as he unattached himself from what was going on in front of them.

“yeah, i’m good. never seen you guys so excited before,” the blonde giggled.

“yeah, we get pretty hyped for soccer. just wait till you see hughesy play. she’s a beast,” the dark-haired boy gushed.

emma had done a little research last night when she couldn’t sleep. she saw the old news headlines about samy winning back to back to back state titles in high school and winning 2 gold medals back when she played hockey. the youngest hughes was the real deal and it was no wonder that all of her brothers were the same.

everyone scanned their tickets as they entered the stadium and emma tried keeping her grip on gabe’s hand so they didn’t lose one another or she didn’t lose them. ryan and will were in the front leading the way to the stands and julianne was up with them too. emma talked a bit with the girl, but she always got pulled away by one of the guys so their conversations were a bit short lived.

emma quickly learned that there was a set way the boys always sat in the stands together when they went to soccer games. ryan, will, and gabe took the front while drew, vote, aram, and jacob sat behind them. because gabe was in the front, emma got to be too and julianne was beside her.

“i see hughesy,” drew pointed down to the field where samy and her teammates were warming up on the farther end of the field. her matching #6 with will spread across her back and her braided ponytail swayed back and forth as she moved.

emma felt like she was in the presence of some celebrity or something.

“hughesy! hughesy! hughesy!” the guys started chanting all together which grabbed the girl’s attention.

she quickly smiled and hurried her way over to where they were. will was leaning over the railing to say hi. emma smiled at the couple’s affection and then observed the way the others took turns greeting samy.

just the way they interacted and hugged her showed how close they all were. it warmed a part of emma’s heart but the other part didn’t feel as warm for some reason.

was it jealousy that everyone was so close with samy and emma’s never really had a close group of friends before? or was it because her boyfriend was close with a very insanely popular girl?

now, emma never considered herself the jealous type. she hardly ever got jealous, but for some reason there was this tug in her chest and a weird feeling she couldn’t shake.

“oh my god, are you emma?” samy finally turned her attention to the blonde. she flushed.

“yeah, i am..” emma said.

“i’ve heard so much about you!! it’s good to finally meet you,” samy was a hugger by nature as she wrapped gabe’s girlfriend into her arms.

“it’s good to meet you too. i’ve also heard a lot,” emma laughed a little.

“gabe, you picked a real good one. we’ll have to all talk after the game, but i’m so glad you guys are here!” samy said a goodbye before hurrying back down to the field.

the boys and julianne were now talking over one another about the brunette. they started talking soccer logistics which unfortunately, emma didn’t know too much about. there was also talk about thanksgiving break and winter break—and then also something about world juniors?

emma wasn’t really keeping up.

and for most of the time, she didn’t really keep up. the guys were shouting things next to her and behind her the whole game. ryan was the loudest and grumbling whenever the refs made bad calls that sometimes got boston’s student section yelling back at him about cheering for the other team.

all emma could really follow was samy down on the field where the soccer player proved just how good she was by scoring 3 of the 4 goals michigan earned that gave them an easy win.

when the game finished, they all lingered and waited for samy to come back out so they could catch up. emma stuck by gabe’s side who had his arm wrapped around her waist, but he was in deep conversation with drew and aram about world juniors coming up.

that feeling emma had since the beginning of the game only got bigger.

she knew she didn’t know everyone that well yet and that they all spent two good years together in michigan, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was always missing something whenever she was in their world with them. like she was on the outside looking in or something.

will was on samy first when she came out finally. he was hugging her and kissing her and the guys started chirping at him for it.

“yeah, we get it. you’re together,” drew teased which made the others laugh.

will just rolled his eyes while samy seemed un-phased by it. emma wondered how she let the teasing roll off her back so easily because she always got embarrassed when the guys teased her and gabe.

“honestly, i’m so glad we’re adding more girls to this group. julianne and i always feel overpowered,” samy chuckled and glanced at emma.

“hey, we’re not that bad. us being at boston is actually probably the greatest gift you could receive from us because you don’t see us everyday anymore,” drew quickly cut in.

“a true blessing, yes. it’s so nice not getting to see you everyday,” samy teased.

“hey,” will pouted and emma watched how the brunette pinched her boyfriend’s cheek.

she glanced at gabe who was staring at the two with a look that was hard to read. that pinch in her stomach became harder to ignore and maybe emma was a jealous person.

the group talked for a bit longer before samy needed to go. they let will have the last moment with her in private. emma walked with gabe back to the dorms, her mind racing with different thoughts about the look he was giving samy and will and how she’d probably never reach the level they all were with one another.

“dinner later?” gabe hummed, smiling as he glanced at his girlfriend once they were inside.

“yeah, sure. i’m feeling kind of tired though, so i’ll text you,” emma mumbled a half lie because she was pretty tired from the game.

she tried not to read into gabe’s expression when she said that, “okay. well, let me know. i’ll see you later?”

“yeah, see you,” she let him kiss her forehead before emma headed towards the stairs. she lived on the 3rd floor so she never needed to take the elevator whereas gabe was up on the 8th floor with will.

needless to say, emma didn’t text gabe later.

[fannyyann]

NHL Star Matthew Tkachuk Doesn’t Care If You Don’t Like Him: ‘Why Not Be Myself?’ (Exclusive)

Florida Panthers star Matthew Tkachukknows hockey culture is steeped in tradition, but he’s not particularly concerned about ruffling some feathers. 

Tkachuk, 27, who won a Stanley Cup with the Panthers last season, has enjoyed pushing boundaries both on the ice with his hard-nosed style of play and off the ice with his colorful disposition.

As the American-born player explains it, he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“I have the ability to be able to reach different pockets of people in the U.S. with hockey and with my personality, playing in south Florida, being born in Arizona and being from St. Louis,” Tkachuk exclusively told Us Weekly ahead of the NHL’s inaugural 4 Nations Face-Off, which begins February 12. “I’m very lucky in that sense. I just think, why not be myself? Why waste all this time having the time of my life and not act like myself? Why would I not show off my personality?”

He added, “That’s how I approach it. I guess some people like it, some people don’t like it. But I’ll never change being myself.”

Tkachuk, the son of 18-year NHL veteran Keith Tkachuk, said this generation’s players are feeling the freedom to step outside of the box more than ever.  I think the mindset of guys has changed a little bit,” Matthew explained. “They’re able to express themselves more than they were 10, 15, 20 years ago. And I think that’s great. I think it’s great for personalities. I think it’s great for fans to relate to players more, being able to see more of them. I think that’s very important for growing the game.”

Matthew will help expand hockey’s reach even further when he represents the United States in the first-ever 4 Nations Face-Off, which pits the league’s best players from the U.S., Canada, Sweden and Finland in a best-on-best tournament. Joining Matthew on Team USA will be his younger brother, Ottawa Senators star Brady Tkachuk. 

Competition aside, Matthew is looking forward to showcasing the beauty of the sport’s international appeal.  One thing I really like about hockey is you have so many different guys from so many different places in the world,” Matthew said. “Hockey is the one thing that brings them all together. It doesn’t matter if you’re from Russia or Finland or Sweden, in a weird scheme of everything, you are pretty much the same the way you’ve been brought up in the game. It’s pretty cool.”

He added, “I love getting to know teammates from different backgrounds and different parts of the world. Some of my great friends in hockey are from places that are so different than where I am from.”

Along the way, Matthew will be looking fresh thanks to role as an off-ice ambassador for fashion and lifestyle brand Perry Ellis.

“I just love their stuff,” Matthew gushed. “I’m super excited to wear it not only to 4 Nations, but to wear it on just a normal day for myself. I think it looks awesome and for them to be with us at USA Hockey, I think everybody is going to really like it.”

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

I haven't been in a fandom too small for warring factions since 2016/17

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @theotherbuckley 💖

can't believe im still not done with this fic but this week has been *a lot* and so chaotic and i just want sunday to have a day off to write lol (I had to check like five times to make sure it is, in fact, friday even tho the episode aired last night on thursday, what is time anyway lol)

so, more 7x06 buck's pov, and hopefully the last snippet before I post this lol

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As soon as he sees Tommy walk through the door, he feels heat and want and desire mixed with affection and endearment consume him. Because this man – this gorgeous, cool, interesting man, with the most adorable cleft, and so smooth and charming he makes Buck turn into a blushing blubbering mess – this man is walking in, still in his turnout gear, completely covered in soot and ash, hands held up apologetically, a remorseful, worried look on his face. Tommy seems to have rushed here straight after work, clearly not even stopping by the station to change or shower, or even wipe his face, goddammit. And he looks hot. Buck’s seen firefighters look like this, hell, he looked like this himself many times, but there’s something about Tommy, in his gear, all dirty and disheveled, and here – something about this image takes Buck’s breath away, and he can’t help the smile spreading across his face. 

“Sorry I’m late.” Tommy apologizes, as if him being here at all, instead of passing out in bed after a long, exhausting shift, wasn’t making a thousand butterflies come to life in Buck’s stomach. “That fire was a beast.” he adds, and Buck-

Buck can only respond with a simple “So are you,” and crash his lips against Tommy’s. Because Tommy is. God, he’s such a beast.

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btw should i make a separate tag list for snippets and/or fics for bucktommy? bc I know it's not everyone's thing so if anyone wants me to stop tagging them for bucktommy, just lmk - and if anyone wants to start being tagged, also lmk! (I am still writing buddie, and I'll be back to posting them soon-ish but rn this is more fun for me sns haha but whenever i do, bucktommy is not going anywhere anyway 😝)

[hawnks]

Enough dancing around it.

I need a loverboy. One who is insane though. Plans out in excruciating detail all the firsts (firsts dates first kisses first oral fem receiving), loves to gift roses and champagne, says I love you every ten minutes and always means it sincerely and with his whole heart. Takes everything incredibly seriously, cherishes every moment with his lover, would literally kill someone for hurting his little puppy and probably already has.

[tasogareta]

[soullessjack]

it genuinely kills me very slowly to think that some people can only ever think of jack as the destiel kid and not like an actual person with a myriad of maladjustments or silly funny personality quirks. like he has a whole special red and white fleece lined Christmas jacket and is canonically acknowledged as looking like a stupid hot white boy without any thoughts behind his eyes. He killed a whole fucking archangel and then decided that he really wanted to try making some friends like a week later. they wanna be normal and nice so bad and pretend to be some normal small town boy next door all the time but they were literally so angry once that it took three gunshots fired in the back to make him calm and reasonable.

he stress eats and stays in their room for weeks on end when they’re depressed or upset. they line their shoes up and fold their shirts and wear bright yellow vans and red hi-tops. he’s narratively paralleled to Anakin but his favorite character is Ahsoka. he pretended to be a coke addict and pretended to be a pretty new boy next door again to flirt with a hopelessly romantic girl. women want him and he’s absolutely clueless about it. women and men and probably fish fear him too. he dresses like a combination between an elderly man and a 70’s sitcom hippie. he was literally called Bieber and Suite Life. they like stripe patterns and Hawaiian pizza and movies and computers.

they’re literally an autistic person who just explodes shit when they get overstimulated. They watch riverdale and constantly sweep their hair back in a specific stylistic choice bc he likes looking like that. he fucking decapitated a whole Gorgon and then stole the guy’s snake as a trophy. he says shut up when he’s mad and calls things stupid and says they suck. he’s a teenage girl. he’s. A Teenage boy. He’s non-binary. He sat on the throne of god in grass stained jeans and clunky grandpa sneakers and left it all behind without even blinking as soon as his shitty bunker home called out to him. He sticks his tongue out when he’s focused on something and his left eye pulls up into a squint when he smiles reallt wide and his smile is crooked and he has sleepy eyelids . They decided to defy death herself just to rescue someone he mildly remembered caring about once and then blackmailed a reaper into helping with said rescue plan.

He got turned into the tiniest ugliest dog ever and got a thermometer shoved up his ass in the same episode where he’s narratively symbolized by the ouroboros symbol and makes the deliberate choice of destroying his soul just to selfishly keep his family bc he legitimately cannot handle thinking about losing them without going insane. his nicknames are sweetheart and darling boy and pal and buddy and Jackie Boy and slugger and he apologized to a girl for upsetting her like two episodes after ripping a man’s heart out and eating it raw. He literally actively wants to be a silly little guy that everyone likes but he’s so insane and unwell at the same time. he’s the best character ever and I need the entire world to understand this and to see him as more than just the destiel baby or I will also explode. .

[boku-no-anime-phase]

When Frieren said the time we have matters. It's not too late. No love however brief is wasted. We love what we love because of who we love. Life is worth living when we spend it with one another. Love is being proud of each other. Love is bearing with each other. Love is keeping your promises. Love is cherishing their memory. Love is meeting them where they are. Love is going after them. Love is outgrowing yourself to become the person they need you to be. Love is letting them show you the way.

[orchideae]

A little unpopular opinion on something I've seen happen more commonly throughout November/December and wanted to address quickly for my own blog: Please never hesitate to reblog anything from me. You see me reblogging a sentence starter list that you like? Go for it and reblog it from me directly without any pressure on you whatsoever to send anything into me before doing so. You like a GIF-set or musing that I reblogged? Nab it from me, it'll brighten my day to see that we share an interest in something. I like to see interaction between me and anyone who follows me. I like to see that little activity notification light up.

Honestly, it simply reminds me that we're all part of a community, and more specifically, a fandom that consists of characters and nations that we all came to love and then share that amongst ourselves. And honestly, seeing a reblog happen shortly after me but it's from the source, creates (in my opinion) an odd sense of chosen disconnect between people that can feel awkward, it's as if we're walking on eggshells as to not rub each other the wrong way. But what's wrong about going 'Hey, I see what you reblogged, I like it too!', it even gives you potential common ground to start a conversation. We're a community, and I don't know about you, but I like seeing people interact with each other beyond merely threads and notes. It's the little things that matter, after all.