#boyo uh. this is long

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 02

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl

Leff had asked Y/n to take Mike under her wing for a few drop offs knowing that if anyone could keep him in line, it would be her. When they pulled up, Sicky and Y/n were standing in the parking lot smoking a cigarette and chatting. Mike realizes he's never seen Sicky talk to anyone with a smile on his face.

"Here he is. Still in that same Halloween costume. Tell me Mikey, are you going to ever switch it up or is homo cowboy the only getup you've got?" Sicky laughed.

"Ha-ha, blow me." Mike responded leaning against the wall.

"That's more Y/n's speed." Sicky nudged her arm and she laughed.

"She's more than welcome to accept that invitation." Mike cocked his eyebrow at her.

"Yeah right. You couldn't handle me sweetheart." She chuckled at him.

"I mean if you're scared, say you're scared." Mike teased making Leff scoff.

"Stop flirting with her." Leff scolded.

"Uh oh, daddy's mad. Better behave cowboy or I'll have to tie you up." Y/n walked past Mike and flicked the top of his hat as she followed Leff into the garage. Mike watched her ass as she went inside and Sicky let out a snort.

"Oh no no no little buddy. She's way out of your league. Don't embarrass yourself kid." Sicky couldn't believe Mike was checking Y/n out.

"How is she out of my league? She works for Leff. It's safe to say she's on the same level as I am." Mike argued.

"Oh boyo, if only you knew. Y/n doesn't just work for Leff. He went out of his way to acquire her to be a part of this team. Leff would cut your balls off and hand them to you." Sicky explained.

"So they are fucking...he acted like they weren't a thing." Sicky shook his head at Mike's assumption.

"No no no, you're not hearing me. He is very protective of her. She might as well his kin. He's not going to let you fuck around with someone he took a bullet for." Mike's eyebrows went up.

"He took a bullet for Y/n? Why? When? By who?" He started questioning and Sicky waved his hands.

"Keep it down Nancy Drew!" Sicky scolded. Mike leaned against Sicky's car trying to pull whatever information out of him as he could.

"Let's just say in this game, everything has a price, sometimes even people. Y/n was caught up in a pretty shit organization but she was doing Leff a solid by keeping an eye out for your moms." Sicky explained.

Y/n walked out of the garage and looked between the two suspiciously.

"You're with me cowboy. Sic, Leff wants you with him on a meet today." She patted Mike on his chest and he smiled at her.

"Be easy with that one Y/n. Boyo still has training wheels on him." Sicky teased putting his cigarette out. Mike gave him the finger before he was left with just her standing next to the car.

"You're going to behave, aren't you?" Y/n looked him over.

"Well what kind of punishment do I get if I don't?" He cocked his eyebrow stepping into her space.

"Typically a bullet in the ass and from what I've seen-" She grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed.

"You've got an awfully nice ass to be pulling bullets out of." She smirked. Mike bit his lip at the feeling of her hands gripping his ass.

"Seriously, keep your head down and we'll be just fine. Good boys get prizes too." She teased as she slipped into the driver's seat of the car. Mike quickly adjusted himself before getting into the passenger seat.

"So...how long have you worked for Leff?" Mike asked casually making her chuckle.

"You spent 10 minutes with Sicky outside and that's your first question?" She asked playfully. Mike rolled his eyes.

"I was trying to be subtle." Mike kept his eyes on her as she drove.

"Oh baby, nothing about any of this is subtle." She reached over and tugged on the collar of his leather jacket.

"I've got to ask, is this like a legit taste in fashion for you or are you trying to create a name for yourself in the game?" She asked seeming genuine.

"I just happen to like it. Plus the hat keeps my hair from being all over the place." Mike explained seeing her nod her head.

"I mean if I'm being honest, the leather looks sexy on you and the hat isn't awful. Who doesn't want to think about riding dick when they see a guy in the middle of the day at a bank." Y/n made wild gestures with her free hand and Mike laughed.

"So you're admitting that you thought about it when you first saw me?" Mike asked.

"I mean my first thought was what crazy metrosexual just jumped into Leff's backseat and will I have to hide his body." Mike found himself laughing more in the last 5 minutes with Y/n than he has since moving to New York.

"We can talk about first impressions and braid each other's hair another time. Right now, I want to show you how things are done so everyone gets paid and no one loses an eye." Y/n pulled up to a location and parked the car.

"As much as I know you'll want to, keep your eyes alert and off my ass...you get a 2.5 second window to get a glance but that's it." She got out of the car and Mike took a few seconds to steal glances before getting out. He shut the door and she stood next to him.

"Eyes on the prize, Billy the Kid." She teased.

"I thought you said I only get 2.5 seconds?" Mike commented throwing his hands out. Y/n rolled her eyes and started for the front door of the establishment.

Mike had a soft spot for her and he knew it was only going to get so much worse.

[tumb1rprincess]

Oh man, Arthur’s really freaking out now and all John can do is say “I know, I know” over and over and try to keep him from drowning in his panic. Damn, I feel like this is the most scared we’ve heard him sound, he’s practically having a panic attack at this point.

Oh boy, this deal with Scratch is going to backfire or turn out really bad or something.

You don’t know how much I sighed in relief when Oscar showed up, finally a friendly face.

Hold on, John missed Daniel and Oscar when Arthur passed by, did he forget them and what they looked like? God damn it, what the hell is going on with him? And he's still in denial about it. It’s getting worse and if he’s forgetting when Arthur really needs to know who’s in front of him, god, that’s bad. That’s really bad.

Daniel for god’s sake, now is not the time to talk about Winston Churchill!

Arthur being so confused about Oscar offering to help just because he genuinely wants to, god, how long has it been since someone’s helped him with no strings attached? Like, he’s had John, but other people, it’s been so long since he’s been able to trust another person.

Ah, Noel’s finally here. Saw a little bit of him too when checking this fandom out. Now we’ve got someone on board who solves crimes like Arthur used to, it’ll be interesting to see if they work the same way or if their methods differ from each other. Also got a bit of mystery to him, what's his backstory?

Oh god, oh god, this whole stand off with Collins and Arthur in Daniel’s room, god, I can barely breathe, this is so tense.

Arthur going “Daddy should have taught you how to tie a better knot, boyo” and “Good dog” had me, uh...feeling a certain way. Like

Collins got fucking wrecked, woooooooo! Have fun in jail, sucka! And yes, I know he's probably not going stay there for long 'cause that's just how this show is, but let me revel in this moment a little bit.

I know John's being cautious here, and part of me is wondering if this is going to lead to some bad outcomes, but Arthur's been on his own for a long time. Friends like Oscar and Noel could be good for him. He's been trying really hard to see the good in himself, let him see the good in other people too.

[sillybucket]

“I will be okay” { Stolas x g/n reader }

Woo my first Tumblr fanfic - I’m a little nervous I’ll admit … my writing skills are painfully mediocre but still I hope this came out at least okay-ish :,)👍

I wanna apologize in advance for the possible ooc moments … I’m admittedly not a professional writer , I barely know what I’m doing sometimes ;_;

Also if someone already wrote something similar , know it’s not my intention to copy anyone !

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : none , this is just pure fluff featuring the reader visiting the owl boyo at the hospital after the events of season 2’s fourth episode … cause dammit , after all he went through he deserves some affection :,I

🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 .

< Your highness ? >

The nurse’s words seemed to bring Stolas back to reality : he turned around to look at her , his tired eyes barely able to stay open …

His encounter with Striker was still very vivid in his mind , and despite his resilience the Prince was feeling completely exhausted after all the hits and wounds he had received …

All he wanted to do was sleep , desperately trying to pretend that all that had happened was nothing but a bad dream , and holding on to the hope that after closing his eyes he would’ve woke up back to his mansion , back to his daughter …

And back to his beloved .

< Yes ? What is it ? >

, he asked , letting out a hiss as his bandaged leg started to hurt after his sudden movement .

< Well , uh , there is a demon out here … they said they want to see you . >

The nurse adjusted her glasses , looking down on a paper she was holding .

< Their name is (y/n) , do you know them ? Should I let them in ? >

Stolas’s eyes widened , and he immediately shifted to a sitting position , ignoring his aching leg and wounds .

< Oh - oh yes ! Please , let them in ! >

His heart beat quickened as he watched the nurse walk out the room : oh , how he longed to see them , to hold them in his arms and feel their comforting warmth …

After a moment the door opened once again , and a familiar demon slowly walked forward , their worried gaze softening as they stared into the Prince’s scarlet eyes …

< Hey sweetie … I’m so glad to see you . >

, they said , approaching the hospital bed and sitting beside him .

Stolas let out a soft little hoot as their hands caressed his cheek , looking at (y/n) with a loving smile .

< Me too , dearest , I’ve … really missed you . >

He kissed the palm of their hand , taking a deep breath …

< I hope I didn’t scare you too much … I can’t imagine how worried you must’ve been , finding out with a sudden text that I was here at the hospital . >

The Prince sighed , looking down at the floor .

< This is nothing to be concerned about , my love … I’m quite tough , I’ll be fine in no time … I’m just sorry I made you come all this way just for me , I hope you weren’t too busy … I do not want to waste your time , so if you have something else to do or somewhere to be you should probabl - >

While he was talking Stolas hadn’t noticed that (y/n) had gotten closer to him , and when they pressed their lips against his he let out a little surprised gasp before closing his eyes , kissing them back while holding them close to him .

When they both pulled away , (y/n) put their hands on his shoulders , careful to avoid touching any of his wounds …

< Stolas , sweetheart … nothing is more important to me than knowing you’re okay . Besides , you should be more worried about yourself : you’re the one who got kidnapped and beat up by a wanted assassin . >

The Prince looked up at them and smiled softly , leaning forward to leave a kiss on their forehead .

< Thank you , (y/n) … it means so much that you care about me . I love you . >

He looked at the pink shades of the sky outside the window , taking a deep breath while holding them in his arms and caressing their hair …

Despite everything that went wrong that day , despite not knowing what was going to happen in the future , Stolas knew that with his beloved starlight by his side he was going to be okay .

🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 . 🌙 .

If you’re reading this , thank you so much for getting to the end of my silly fanfic :D

Feel free to share your thoughts about it , I’m always happy to see some feedback ^^ I’m very bad at handling my time so I have no idea when I’ll make another one , but I’m definitely planning to do more x readers , maybe from other fandoms I’m into :)👍

Bye now , stay safe ! ❤️

[manzanamarim]

Been replaying Hades obsessively (as you do) and I love how almost every character addresses Zagreus differently? it's so small but it adds to their charm

Long-ish post and some small spoilers for characters and relationships!

Meg and Than call you both Zagreus and Zag. your partners!

Hades calls you Boy (derogatory) and only later does he call you by name occasionally

Nyx calls you child or my child. She is mother of many

Achilles calls you lad, in a gentle way, your mentor

Dusa calls you Prince, and later as she gets more comfortable also calls you by name

Cerberus... none of his heads posses the gift and curse of speech.

Skelly goes BOYO! I love him

Hypnos I noticed never calls you by anything, usually just goes "you"

Persephone calls you my son, as well as Zagreus of course

Charon calls you hhhrrrgggghhhhhhh...

Sysiphus calls you Prince Z. very casual, he's your buddy!

Alecto calls you redblood (derogatory), or uh. trash god. very sweet of her

Tis goes murrdererrrrrrrrr (and zagreus!)

Chaos says O Son of Hades. I love how they speak

Orpheus calls you friend or my friend, in that melancholic way of his

Eurydice calls you Your Royal Majesty and such, all very playful though!

Patroclus calls you stranger, keeping his distance even though really you aren't a stranger anymore

Theseus calls you all sorts of things of course. Deamon, fiend, blackguard, etc. very extra

Asterius calls you short one. ouch but fair I guess

Zeus calls you nephew,

while Poseidon also calls you Little Hades which is cute ngl

Athena calls you Noble Cousin, very fancy

Ares calls you my kin, he is very into all this fighting huh

Aphrodite calls you little godling (<3)

Dyonisus calls you man, and sometimes Zag, he's chill like that

Artemis calls you "you" mostly, sometimes by your name. she is more introverted and awkward

Hermes calls you Coz. No time to say the full word

Demeter calls you little sprout. very cute actually

And I think that's all, hopefully! if I missed anyone I'll add em later but do you see what I mean? I bet you could hear all of these in their respective voices too, they all have so much personality

[yuurivoiceincorporated]

I read one of your fics and i thought it was really good and when i went to request an idea my rat brain went “oh i forgot to follow hehe” so uh yeah.

So could I request Seth, Finn, Al, and Jack with naptime with their S/O? (If its too many boyos you can merge seth and al together.)

NAPTIME YEEEEAAHHH (sorry I love naps lmao)

Sweet Dreams

-Alphonse/ Seth x reader (poly)

-Finn x reader

-Jack (the new version ig) x reader

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Al/ Seth:

After a long day of laborious baking and playing games, you decided to rest. You set up everything all nice and cozy, your spot of resting adorned with various soft pillows, blankets, and plushies. (Some of which may have been stolen from Alphonse’s room, after all, he did say you had sticky fingers)

As you laid there, your eyelids began to get heavier and heavier with each passing second, and soon enough you had dozed off to dreamland.

What you didn’t expect was two bozos joining you while you rest.

Alphonse came back after closing up the shop and Seth, well, he was probably out in the woods. Hugging a tree or something.

They came back home to find you snuggled up in many soft things. They weren’t sure what to do but they just shrugged and laid down next to you. You were in the middle, Alphonse and Seth on either side.

They studied your sleeping expression and cooed at how cute you were before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Then they fell asleep with you, in a bundle of warmth and love.

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Finn:

You had come to Finn’s shop to help out with some of the organizational stuff. He had offered to pay you, but you declined. In the back of the shop, there was you—sorting out inventory and various stock. You had been there for hours, so you ended up falling asleep without even knowing it.

Finn came in 10 minutes later, surprised and confused. Part of him felt guilty for working you so hard. After calming himself down, he picked you up and carried you somewhere that’s more suitable for naps.

He made a makeshift bed out of boxes and pillows. He laid you on it, and by some miracle you were still asleep. Then… he just watched you. Not in a creepy way, though. He was mostly just trying to watch over you. He brushed some stray strands out of your face and kisses the top of your head. He whispered a small “Rest easy.” Before getting back to work.

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Jack (sorry if it’s OOC I’m not sure I know much about him):

You were invited by Jack to go on a walk with him on the beach. The two of you were laughing, talking, and occasionally flirting. Eventually, the two of you sat down on the sand upon seeing the sun beginning to set. The grains of sand felt strangely good between your toes, and the sun lit Jack’s face well, his brown locks looking almost golden.

He noticed you were getting a bit sleepy and offered his shoulder for you to rest on for a bit before heading back home, to which you agreed without hesitation.

You let your eyes close and breathing slow while you were resting on Jack’s shoulder. He adjusted you so that you were sitting in his lap, and rocked you along to the rhythm of the waves before whispering a small, “I love you” in your ear.

[miintsprigz]

Hey there!! Can you write something about the mercs reactions to a GN!Reader showing signs of toxicity towards the mercs and them confronting them and rebuilding their relationship together. It would be really cute :3 especially with scout (I just think he's a soft boyo lololol)

Not gonna lie to ya, this one was a challenge for me, I even asked to have it proofread. It’s not often I see a prompt like this. I really like it though—I don’t think we see repairing relationships and changing toxic behavior enough. It so often gets shut down, and while unfortunately there are times where you must separate, sometimes you can work on it!

So thank you for such a raw and real prompt, Anon. I appreciate you, and I hope that this meets your expectations and makes you smile.

GN!Reader who shows some toxicity from previous relationships

Song used for inspiration: Heart To Heart by Mac Demarco

Characters: Scout (TF2)

Warnings: uh, I don’t know—there are implications of past relationship trauma here (toxic behavior is sadly often learned from previous toxic relationships), so please be wary of that. Also, this may be considered a somewhat “difficult conversation”, but I promise you it ends well.

_

You sat on your bed, staring at your feet as they dangled just above the floor. A fast heartbeat pounded in your ears, you swore you could feel the blood coursing through every part of you.

Jeremy had said that he…wanted to talk to you. He wasn’t always the most conscientious of the connotation of his words. As soon as terror flooded your face, he had immediately clarified.

“You’re not in trouble, I promise! Geez, now I know how Ma felt…no, but it’s somethin’ serious…somethin’ important, ya know?”

That still left a good bit to the imagination.

So as the Scout finally made his way over to your room, you felt sick to your stomach. You still got that trademark knock on your doorframe.

“Hey. All set?”

Ready as I’ll ever be. Which is not at all.

You nodded your head, feeling the beginnings of a lump in your throat.

You felt the bed sink just a little as he sat down beside you—light as a feather, always, even holding still.

“I’m sorry that I made a whole big deal here but…well, it is a big deal to me.”

You truly thought you knew what was coming. You’d heard it before, out of people’s mouths, in the things they didn’t say, and echoing for years longer in your own mind, after the people voicing it were long out of your life.

“…you’ve had enough of me?”

“What??”

Genuine shock filled his voice, you could feel him go rigid.

“No. Absolutely not. That…that’s not even a thought in my mind, (Y/N), honest.”

Out of the corner of your eye, through quickly blurring vision, you saw a bandage-wrapped hand reaching for yours. You felt frozen, distant. Giving you a moment to move if you wanted to, he placed his hand over yours gently.

“Could ya just take a breath, babe? Please.”

You did just that, the sound rattling painfully. Why couldn’t you get through things like this without getting so emotional…

“I am not goin’ anywhere, okay? You know I love you, right?”

“…yeah.”

“…does it…not feel that way sometimes?”

The question sort of brought you back a bit, out of the haze of dread that conversations like this thrusted you into.

“…m…maybe…?”

“Yeah. I could kinda tell.”

Oh no. “I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay, don’t worry, lemme just explain a bit here—”

His fingertips brushed the back of your hand. A few tears escaped your eyes, but somehow, the gentle touch grounded you a bit.

“See…I forget stuff a lot. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. You know it, I know it. And I know it’s not good. But sometimes, when I do that, even if it’s by accident, it feels like ya kinda…shrink back? Or if I tell ya somethin’s goin’ on… Ya get quiet, even after I say I’m sorry, and…I just worry.”

He fidgeted a little, trying to sit more upright.

“And so…Spy talked to me, the other day. He felt bad revealin’ it—ah, who am I kiddin’, the guy loves this stuff—that you said I’m… really loud. And I’m sometimes too… in your face?”

You could feel your face flush as you remembered what you had said. Part of you was mad at Spy for telling Scout, he surely knew this was sensitive information…but…

“He said he told you that you should tell me to cut it out…and it seemed ta him like ya thought I wouldn’t do anything if ya did.”

You looked up to find that he was already looking right at you. He didn’t look angry. Not anywhere. But surely he must have been…right?

“…was it somethin’ like that?”

Slowly, you nodded your head, feeling your shoulders go stiff.

He looked down at his hand, still over yours, and looked back up at you worriedly.

“…I think ya might be doin’ it now. And I might be too. Do you want me ta move back?”

“N-No!!!”

Jeremy’s eyes went wide, blinking quick, before his mouth went taut on the edges.

“…are ya sure that ya mean that?”

You went to reassert that yes, yes you did…but you knew that you didn’t mean that. The contact had helped at first, but it was too much right now. Slowly, you shook your head.

“…yeah. See, (Y/N), this is why I wanted ta talk.”

His hands folded together, pulling away from you. You couldn’t look at him anymore, staring down at your lap through a veil of tears.

“Ya can look down if it helps ya. I know this is kinda…scary, I guess? But just listen to me, please.”

You nodded, and did just that.

Scout took a breath, and it felt like he was weighing each word.

“You want me to feel at ease when we’re together, right?”

You nodded again. His voice was so soft. The normally bombastic and energetic speed and volume had been dialed down. So careful. Very unlike how he was with the others.

“Yeah. I want you to feel that way, too. And if that means that I gotta knock somethin’ off, I’d like you…ta let me know, ya know what I mean?”

A slightly nervous laugh sounded from him, and you were beginning to see what he was trying to say.

He did forget important dates—you knew he didn’t mean to, but it hurt. And as much as you loved seeing him happy and excited, the volume and the physical contact could be extremely overstimulating.

“I’m not angry at you at all, by the way. I never wanted you ta feel like that. Maybe other people have gotten mad at ya for, for tellin’ em you didn’t like stuff they did. But I won’t. I promise ya that. And you know how stubborn I am about promises.”

A slight smile came to your face, even with how hard you were trying not to cry.

“…did people do that to ya, (Y/N)? People ya grew up with? Or other folks ya dated?”

Your lip quivered, and again, you nodded your head.

“Oh…I’m sorry, baby. That ain’t right. Not at all. You’re never gonna get any of that with me, and if you do? You tell me. Don’t hold nothin’ back, okay? Cuz that’s the last thing I’d ever wanna do to ya.”

Feeling bold enough to look up again, in spite of basically falling apart at this point, you caught a switch between the most serious you had ever seen Scout…and possibly the most adoring look he’d ever given to you.

“…I love you so much, (Y/N). I don’t know if I’ve ever loved anyone so much. I’m tellin’ ya all this because I love ya! You’re such a sweetheart—you’re always lookin’ out for me. Very few people have done that, so it means everythin’ ta me.”

You exhaled softly, a muted laugh, and that seemed to perk him up even more.

“And I don’t just love what ya do, I love everything you are. The way ya smile, the way ya make jokes, the way ya sing…it’s all so…so good, baby. You are so good.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. The voices that so often nagged at you that he’d get tired of you went dead silent whenever he talked like this. And in moments like these, you knew he was telling the truth.

“You make me feel like I’m on top of the world. So, could ya give me the chance ta look out for you, too? Cuz I want to. Tell me anything, and I’ll do the best I can to make it happen. I’m always gonna be a little loud, a little clingy, a little…obnoxious. But…you knew that, right?”

Slowly, you nodded, wiping your eyes, your tears having subsided.

“Yeah. And I love you so much because of…a-and sometimes, in spite of those things.”

“See? There ya go!! That was great. May I uh…”

Scout stretched his hand out, and, now wanting to hold it, you quickly grabbed on tight, and tried to pull him in closer. He caught on quick.

“Oh…oh! Okay, hang on…”

Wrapping you in his arms, Scout held you close.

“Is this good?”

You fidgeted a little, then nodded. “Yeah. This is great, Jeremy. Hey…”

“Hm?”

“…thank you. For talking to me. I know it can be hard to talk stuff through with me sometimes. I was so, so scared…that you were just done…”

“I knew ya were, babe. And I hate seein’ ya hurtin’ so much. But, I think…when ya love a person—like, really love ‘em—you’ll do what ya gotta do to make it the best it can be. Even if that means doin’ scary stuff.”

“Yeah…yeah, I think I got it.”

Giggling a little, Jeremy reached for the side of your face with one hand, and you leaned into it, craning your head upwards to peck him on the lips before you curled up against his chest.

“I know it’s hard when ya learned somethin’ one way for years, and now ya gotta…unlearn it, I guess? Honestly, it was hard not ta mess around with the resta the guys when I first got here, cuz I was used’ta it with my brothers back home. But…honestly, I got a different deal with these wackos, so the change kinda works out.”

Giggling at his teasing the others, you looked back up at him, feeling your once racing heart now only aflutter with joy at being in the arms of the man you loved.

“…I think this one works out too.”

“Yeah.”

[tf2shipswag]

THE DEMO-SOLLY-ZHANNA POLYCULE IS PRIME TF2 CONTENT.

Demo introducing Zhanna to his mother like "Ye know me boyfriend Jane, I called you bout him when we were stationed out in Arizona, aye? Right numpty, the soldier from BLU? Ach, well, this is his wife, Zhanna... Now, before ye go on an' wallop me upside me head, hear me out. This is all an agreement, so dontcha go thinkin Jane's a knob for havin' a wife while bein' with us. Zhanna's a lovely hen, keeps up with us, and I'd be lyin' if I said I didnae like her too. So, yea. Your boyo's finally got hisself a family."

and his ma would be all confused but still be like "Me boy!"

I came up with the name Boots n Bombs n Brawn, and I think it's perfect. It suits them.

I love poly people.

They all sleep together in the same too small bed and take turns being the little spoon.

Zhanna and Jane about to take a shower after a really long day, but uh oh, who goes first? Jane says "Now hold it right there, son. That shower faucet has my name all over it! I will shove my dirty, unshowered foot up your sorry ass if you do not step aside!" and Zhanna is like "Alright then, maggot-bear, fight me! I have won against much bigger shower thief than you! I will beat you, and shower first, and then will have to shower you after because you will be pile of broken bones!"

and then soldier is like "Alright Thats It" strips naked "FIGHT ME, MAGGOT!!"

and then zhanna also strips naked "SO BE IT, YOU WILL LOSE!!"

And then Demo walks in from the hallway, not entirely surprised at seeing his too partners naked, dirty, and about to wrestle in front of the bathroom door. "Have you lot heard of this concept called... Sharing the shower. You know. Showering Together? I hear it can be quite romantic" wiggles eyebrows

Zhanna and Solly pause, fists raised, sparring positions held. "hrmmmm. A third option. I see..." Solly mumbles. Jane and zhanna exchange looks, debating whether this idea is worth trying. Zhanna makes up her mind "I will shower with you if you keep your unshowered foot out of my ass" n she holds out her hand as though proposing a handshake

Soldier considers it. "Only if you leave my bones ubroken and unpiled!"

"deal" they shake hands enthusiastically

and then they shower together and show off their muscles whilst covered in soap bubbles

"ok, you obviously win in the pectoral department, but get a load of This!" shows off upper back muscles (and his slouch) from carrying around fuck off huge rocket launchers

"impressive, but look!" Shows off huge neck and arm and back muscles from wrestling and beating the shit out of bears

and they are both utterly infatuated with eachother.

"Awww look! You made heart shaped puddle of dirty water!" Zhanna points to the ground "Hah! I think that is my blood! From when I tried opening a soup can with my teeth!" Solly responds.

Demo is so affectionately fed up with their shenanigans. Like, usually demo and solly are The Duo for chaos and shenanigans. But having Zhanna around is like having a woman version of solly. So its double trouble, and demo has to constantly balance out their unhingedness

anyways yeah. Thats my propaganda

this is such good content oh my gooooooooooooooooooood

okay i know i said i usually like boots n bombs as queerplatonic but the exception is when zhanna is also included because their polycule is INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!! they are all so in love its crazy

literally soldier and zhanna will cover themselves in like. syrup or something in the kitchen while making pancakes and have a fist-fight and demoman will see them and join them and then they'll all stand up and give each other pats on the back and tell eachother what they did well in the fight and then they make out while the pancakes burn to a crisp and the smoke alarm goes off. this is all in the team-base kitchen btw and it's like 5-7 am

[crisiscutie]

First Class Boyos and their S/O’s Terrible Coffee

How would our favorite 1st class boys react to drinking their S/O’s dogshit bad coffee for the first time? Hope you guys enjoy this mundane yet melodramatic scenario, haha. Feat. Zack.

Genesis: Is a coffee drinker so he would know the best of the best. He would be very interested in his S/O suddenly brewing coffee! But as he sipped from his cup, his face contorted. His thoughts were tinged with disgust and disappointment. He struggled to swallow the last bit of the liquid in the cup, striving to be fair as possible with his critique.

Afterwards, He would invite his S/O to sit beside him, speaking in a hushed, subdued voice. He starts with a tender reminder of his love, so that his next words wouldn't hurt their relationship. He then reveals the truth in a gentle, yet firm manner: their coffee is utter trash. His S/O is disappointed but doesn’t take offense to this. Genesis asked if was okay for him to prepare the morning coffee from now on, and they enthusiastically gave him their blessings, taking notes in secret to surprise him in the near future. They’re determined to wow Genesis after watching the master himself perfect this craft. 

Sephiroth: He's seen and done so much on the battlefield that very little can cause him to flinch... But even he struggled to keep a straight face after taking a sip of his S/O's god awful coffee, but the feeling of pride and joy radiating from them made it all worthwhile. The thought of his S/O making an effort to do small, thoughtful things for him warms his heart. He considered telling them about not liking it, but the sight of their joy when he drank it was enough to override his common sense. He doesn’t want them to stop! But he felt the sting of guilt, knowing he had taken their chance to get better. Yet, his lies had been piling up for so long that it was certain to hurt them! The Crisis Cutie is conflicted! 

With time, Sephiroth’s S/O would be able to tell that he didn't particularly care for the coffee, as his body language and subtle facial expressions would shift when  the subject of coffee was brought up or it was presented to him. As they solemnly approached him one day, their eyes searched his face. Then, he’ll turn away from them, and reluctantly reveal the truth. He couldn’t bear to see the sadness and disappointment in their eyes. 

...Sephiroth was pleasantly surprised when they clasped his hand in a warm grip and smiled, vowing to improve their coffee game. He returns with his own promise of honesty, vowing to see them through this. Now he’s even more pleased to see his S/O trying their best to improve, little by little, just for him. 

Angeal: You would think that a man who has such strong convictions about honor and pride would be straightforward and honest about something like this, wouldn't you? Absolutely NOT. He’s worse at this than Sephiroth. Our sweet angel took a sip of the coffee, feeling the sharp taste on his tongue, but can't bring himself to tell his s/o how bad it is. He heard the sound of his S/O's laughter as they made their, uh, "special" coffee, and he doesn't want to put a damper on their happiness.

For the longest time since then, He would gulp that coffee down, even if it was piping hot sometimes. His S/O would be amazed that he can tolerate that temperature. He constantly told his S/O how bloody fantastic their coffee is, and then he'll spend the next five minutes rinsing his mouth out with the harshest minty mouthwash he can find when they're out of the house. His poor, oblivious S/O would be completely unaware of his obvious dislike. They are just thrilled to see that someone like Angeal appreciates the quality of their coffee. Though, there was one awkward time that almost tipped them off about how everyone truly felt. 

Zack was a guest at their house, he reacted with an audible gulp when the smell of the coffee hit him as Angeal’s S/O offered it to him. Zack saw Angeal give him a pleading glance just before he can (nervously) decline. All while the S/O smiled innocently at him and waited patiently for his response... Later on, they swore they heard Zack mumble about Angeal owing him something as they turned their back for a moment. 

[leiawritesstories]

How Unfortunate

yes i planned it during thanksgiving. yes it is now february. whoops. anyway, here it is!! based off this anon request

@golden-kingdom hopefully this makes up for frederick's little rampage ;)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, Chaol, light angst (😈)

Enjoy!

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Rowan Whitethorn lounged in the hazy, low-lit bar, nursing a bourbon in his lonely seat at the end of the polished wooden bartop. Over at the register, the effusive blonde tending the bar barked out a laugh at something a patron had quipped, his million-dollar grin flashing in the muted lighting. Ah, Fenrys. That boyo had a way with making the money flow smoother than the drinks he poured, he did.

As if summoned by Rowan’s musings, Fen sidled down to where his friend slouched, dark eyes inquisitive. “Alright there, Whitethorn?”

“Fine.” The single syllable came out a touch more dismissive than he’d intended.

Fen, though, knew him too well. “Not that I want to push you or anything,” he began, his glance darting leftwards, “but there’s a woman a few booths down who’s been sitting there alone for a good hour, give or take.”

Rowan just shrugged. “So?”

“So,” Fen beamed, swiping Rowan’s glass, “you’re gonna go over there like the gentleman I know you are, you’re gonna greet her and ask if she wants some company, and then you’re gonna buy her a drink, because whatever pin-headed prick that stood her up like that deserves to stumble in here an hour and a half late to find that stunning woman enjoying your company.”

“Godsdammit,” Rowan grumbled, reluctantly pushing himself off the barstool. “Thought I told you no more interfering, Fen.”

“This isn’t interfering,” Fen beamed. “It’s what a gentleman should do.” He cocked his head. “Go on, champ.”

Muttering a string of choice words, Rowan did indeed stroll down the row of booths and did indeed find a stunningly gorgeous woman sitting alone in one booth, her blonde brows deeply furrowed as she stared at her phone screen. Gods burn him, she was gorgeous.

A little awkwardly, Rowan cleared his throat. The woman’s head shot up, her piercing turquoise gaze finding his. “Hi?” she offered, slightly wary.

“Hey.” Rowan rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, gods, I’m gonna sound like a complete idiot, but my friend’s tending bar tonight and he told me to come be a gentleman and I guess–hi, I’m Rowan, can I buy–”

“Aelin!” Completely ignoring Rowan’s presence, a brunette man of average height and build slid into the booth opposite the woman–Aelin, her name was Aelin–his flushed cheeks and heaving breath indicating his obvious rush into the bar. “Gods, I’m so sorry, traffic was hell and my boss made me stay over.”

Aelin reached across the table and squeezed the man’s hands, her lips curving up into a small smile. “Hey, babe, it’s okay, I know your boss is a total dick.”

Rowan melted backwards, disappearing into the crowded haze of the bar, head spinning a mile a minute.

So…Aelin had a boyfriend.

How unfortunate.

~

Aelin Galathynius had known for at least three weeks that this conversation was coming, but that didn't make it any easier. Eight months together was no small thing--indeed, it was long enough for some couples to move in together, though she and Chaol had yet to do that.

Which was turning out to be a good thing, considering the most likely outcome of this little talk.

She'd found out from Elide, of all people. Elide, who worked at the same physical therapy office that Chaol went to, was good friends with her coworkers, so of course she would know when one of them had a crush on a patient.

How unfortunate that the patient turned out to be Aelin's (soon to be ex) boyfriend.

“Chaol.” Aelin pinched the bridge of her nose, inches away from pushing the man out of her house before she lost her shit. “We’ve been dating for eight months, the least you could do is be honest.”

“I am being honest!” Chaol retorted, folding his arm defensively across his chest. “Not my fault you won’t accept that I’m trying, Aelin. I’m trying.”

She rolled her eyes. “Right, because flirting with another woman at work and denying it to my face is trying.”

He blinked. “You…know?”

Aelin took a deep, calming breath before responding. “Yes, Chaol, I know. Yrene is a friend of Elide’s. I know.” Before he could open his mouth to bullshit some response, she held up a hand. “I’m not even mad at you, Chaol. I should be–gods, I should be raging right about now–but I’m not.”

“That…that scares me,” Chaol admitted.

“It should.” Aelin’s gaze burned into his, the fine gold ring in the turquoise set ablaze. “Do us both a favor and go home, Chaol. Then, do yourself an even bigger favor and tell Yrene that you were dating me while flirting with her. She deserves better than being the woman you cheat on your girlfriend with.”

Chaol sighed. “I’m sorry, Aelin. I really do like you, you know.”

“I know.” She offered a wistful half-grin. “In another life, maybe it could have worked.”

He tugged on his jacket and grabbed his keys, stopping briefly at her door. “Goodbye, Aelin.” Hesitantly, he reached out, surprised when she let him rest his arm around her shoulders for a moment. “Thank you.”

The corner of her lips turned up. “Thank you, Chaol,for not trying to prolong a farce.”

He waved to her as he headed out to his car, the engine revving as he drove away. As she watched him go, lingering until the red specks of his taillights faded into the evening, only one thought crossed her mind.

How unfortunate.

~

Once again, Aelin found herself walking the familiar path up to Cadre Pub, her favorite bar. The same bar where, not even a month ago, she'd waited for Chaol for an hour and a half before he showed up.

She was barely even through the door before Fen, the admittedly gorgeous bartender with whom she'd become some kind of friends, waved at her. "Two again, Ace?"

"Just one." She flashed him a half-grin. "Don't look at me like that, Moon Moon, a woman go out for a drink by herself if she wants."

"Mhmm, sure she can." Fen held up his hands in surrender. "I ain't judging you, babes."

"You and your nicknames," she chuckled.

He winked. "Your booth is open."

"Thanks." She headed off. "The usual, and two shots of tequila."

Fen whistled. "Damn, you sure you're not out for a reason?"

She didn't bother responding. Fenrys ought to know post-breakup drinkers well enough after so many years working behind a bar.

~

Rowan glanced at his watch. 9:30 pm. Enough time to stop by Cadre and grab a drink before heading home to crash. Gods, it had been a long fucking week.

Taking a seat at one of the bar stools, he waved at Fen. "Scotch. Rocks."

"Hello to you too, Whitethorn," Fenrys deadpanned, sliding his drink across the bar. "Hey, how long are you staying?"

"Just for the drink."

"Hmm." Fen had that damn look on his face, the look that almost always ended with Rowan getting set up. "Well, if you want to stay longer--"

"No."

"Alright, you do you." The blonde man shrugged. "I won't say anything about Aelin being here again." He grabbed the next receipt and turned to start the order.

"Aelin?" Rowan's brain hadn't progressed beyond the magic word.

Fen threw a smirk over his shoulder. "And alone this time, too."

One thing in the way, though. "She's got a boyfriend, Fen."

"Hmm, that's not what it seems like." Fen grinned. "Believe me, I know post-breakup face. Don't worry," he quickly amended, "I don't mean that in an asshole way. Just...I don't know her story, but she's alone now." He wiggled his brows. "So..."

Apparently, Rowan was a man of no self-control. Because the second Fen said alone, he was out of his seat, strolling through the busy bar until he came to the same booth where he'd first seen Aelin.

She sat on the same side of the booth, holding a vodka tonic in one hand and a novel in the other, her brilliant eyes focused on the pages of her book. Two empty shot glasses sat in front of her, the lime rinds tucked into the glasses indicating it had been tequila.

Rowan didn't think he'd ever seen a more stunning woman in his whole life.

A little awkwardly, he cleared his throat. She looked up, closing her book and tucking it into the handbag beside her.

"Hi?"

"Hi." He swirled his Scotch, surprised to find himself nervous. "I'm Rowan--we kind of met a few weeks ago, but I'm not sure if you remember, it wasn't really a complete conversation."

"I remember you." A faint smile curled the corners of her rosy lips.

He blinked. "You do?"

"Of course." She chuckled wryly. "Hard to forget the one guy who was actually decent to you the night you realized your ex-boyfriend was busy spending time with the girl he really likes." She sipped on her vodka tonic, then shook her head. "Gods, that was a lot to just blurt out. I'm Aelin." She offered her hand.

"Nice to properly meet you," Rowan returned, shaking her hand. "I...please don't be afraid to slap me if this is bad timing, but can I buy your drinks?"

She gestured to the open side of the table. "Actually, I'd love that."

He slid into the seat opposite her, smirking. "So a guy can ask a lady if he can buy her a drink, and she can say yes. Turns out chivalry isn't dead?"

Aelin laughed. "Maybe not completely." She winked. "Truth is, I'm a little broke and if someone wants to buy me a drink, I'll take the free drink."

"How very cunning of you." He tipped his glass to her. "Um, forgive me for being a dick, but Fen's been trying to get me to talk to you for like three months now, so...you said ex-boyfriend?"

"Goddammit, Fen," she sighed, lovingly. "Yeah. I broke up with Chaol a few weeks ago. Turns out he had a bit of a crush on a coworker."

"Damn." He took a long pull of his drink. "I'm sorry, Aelin."

"It went better than I thought." She pursed her lips. "One of my best friends works with this crush of his, so she told me all about the way Chaol was flirting. Almost kicked him in the balls, but that would have been my job."

Rowan snickered. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"Never get on my bad side," she teased. "I'm mean when I'm mad."

~

It was nearly one in the morning by the time they left the bar. Rowan walked Aelin over to her car, lingering probably longer than he should. He couldn't help it--there was something magnetic about Aelin, something that drew him to her.

Hand on the driver's door, she paused, turning to look up at him. "Need anything?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "No I just--I want to see you again," he gushed, the words tumbling together in one breath. Shit, he hadn't been that awkward since high school. "It's not rude of me, is it?"

A bright grin spread across her lovely face. "Not at all. I want to see you again, too." Smirking, she pulled out her phone, opened to a blank contact page. "Here, put in your number."

Rowan typed in his number, half fearing this was all some kind of hallucination, that he'd wake up and never have met Aelin. She flashed him a grin as she took her phone back and typed out a quick text. His phone pinged a few seconds later.

>>Unknown Number: hey it's Aelin!

"Got it." He grinned.

"Good." She opened her car door. "I'll text you later."

"Great." He stepped aside and watched as she backed out and drove off, staring after her fading taillights with a stupid, giddy grin plastered across his face. Gods, he hadn't felt this excited since he was on his very first date.

True to her word, Aelin texted Rowan as soon as she got home, sparks of eagerness lighting up her blood for the first time in a long time. After a few quick exchanges, he just blurted it out.

>>Will you go to dinner with me on Saturday?

<<like, tomorrow Saturday?

>>Um

>>Yes?

She sent a few laughing emojis. &lt;<Yes.

He replied with a grinning face. >>yay!

Aelin put down her phone and went off to get ready for bed, beaming like a schoolgirl. Rowan was taking her to dinner. Tomorrow. She had a date with Rowan.

How fortunate.

~~~

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[new-tella-us]

Inside the Gilded Cage

So bad ends right? They're cool! A lil thought experiment about how things for your boyos can go massively, extremely, horribly wrong. And we already have two for Matthew but may I suggest a third? I would imagine this would either be an in between of the worst ending and the best or else it replaces the Worst Ending. (Aka the fratricide end)

A part of the inspiration was replaying the game and coming across Matthew's dream sequences/semi premonitions. We don't actually see how Matthew would get to that point. He kinda just jumps from silly goofy Matthew to brother/fiancee murder. So, here's my interpretation on how he would get to a point similar to the dream Matthew.

Be prepared, it's a long post. (Also now that I know my some of my non SM mutuals look at my posts....uh. TW: Murder and Kidnapping)

There are 8 affection points in the game, getting 6 and under is how you get either "Never Trust a Monster" (The midgame ending) or "The Last One Standing" (The Fratricide Ending) so let's assume that this ending takes place if you have exactly 7 affection points and we'll call it "Inside the Gilded Cage"

Things seem to be going well at first. Mika and Matthew make it to the castle and when the Demon Lord tries to control Matthew to make him kill Diana, he seems to resist just like the true ending. The differences start when he turns his aggression towards the Demon Lord and they are about to fight; Aezera does step in as always as she will not allow anyone to harm her son but she doesn't immediately take all his energy, instead turning on the Demon Lord and standing by her son's side. They both take his energy and kill him. This is the main catalyst to the chances of the ending and I'll explain why later.

What's important now is that Aezera and Matthew defeat the Demon Lord and the world is free from his torment. When Aezera meets Mika, unlike in the best ending, she's surprisingly friendlier. Not friendly mind you, she's still judgmental and condescending, but she's willing to have a conversation and even seems to be relatively okay with Mika and Matthew's engagement. She might be willing to come back with them.

Two days pass and everyone is getting ready to go back home but Matthew hasn't even begun packing. Mika tried to find him and tell him to get packing so they can go home but Matthew was no where to be found no matter how hard Mika searched through the Lilith castle. Eventually Mika stumbled upon Aezera and asks if she's seen Matthew, to which the queen confirmed she had. Mika was then taken back to the castle of the late Demon Lord and found Matthew reading a book on the throne reminiscent of the flashback from game one but now with no pig faun to tell him to get off.

He saw his mother and fiancee and joined them only for the true badness of the ending to start. Aezera mentioned that it was finally time for Matthew to take the throne like he was always suppose to. She rambled endlessly about the possibilities that have opened up for them all now that Matthew will take the throne and Matthew was eerily silent throughout his mother's insane rambling. Mika, by contrast, was concerned but had faith that Matthew would eventually tell Aezera that they're going home.

Aezera rambled and rambled until it hits the topic of the couple's engagement. She first asked Matthew if Mika truly makes him happy to which Matthew finally piped up saying that of course she did, warming Mika's heart. Aezera begrudgingly accepted that answer but brought up that he couldn't marry a human girl and she would have to just be a harem girl. Matthew would never agree to that though, right? They're gunna go back to the human world and get married like they planned...right?

The warmth in Mika's chest would die at Matthew's response.

"She's not going to be just some harem girl, mother." What did he mean by that? Even though Matthew's response confirms that he valued Mika far more than just the harem girl status, his wording implied that she'd take on some different role in the Demon World. They started to speak, as if she wasn't there, about roles and changes to the Abyssal Plain rules they would make, they spoke so cheerfully about things that would require Matthew to stay and take the throne.

"Matthew, what are you talking about?" She asked, hoping it was just a misunderstanding on her end, "We're going home, right?"

Matthew turned to her; his eyes, once a pure violet, now held a shine of yellow. Not the gold of enthrallment but the sickly yellow of the Demon Lord. Then, with his usual, goofy smile, he said:

"We are home!"

Mika's heart dropped. He wasn't leaving. He fully intended to stay in the Demon World and he intended to keep her there to. But this isn't her home. What about her parents and friends? What about her job? What about their life? Panicked, Mika tried to reason with Matthew but her words fell on deaf ears as he simple smiled at her. To him, the human world was a fun vacation and being "Matthew" was a fun experience but all fun things must come to an end and he has a kingdom to rule. The least he could do was bring back a "souvenir".

Or at least, that's what he said. In actuality, taking the energy of the Demon Lord had turned them both mad. In the best ending, Aezera took all the energy and immediately went off the deep end but; in this ending, they shared the energy, making Aezera more sane but making Matthew crazier. Nothing would stop him anymore from the achieving the goal he was given since childhood.

The screen fades and an unknown amount of time passes.

Matthew is now king. Every servant, including the ones that once teased him for his short stature and supposed weakness, obeys his every command with zero hesitation. His brothers, the wives, Diana and the rebellion in general are nowhere in sight and never mentioned. Did he kill them? Did he send them to earth? Did they simply escape him? It's unclear. Aezera, though not queen, is heavily involved in the politic world with her son, they make most decisions together.

And what of Mika?

The screen shows a room deep within the castle walls, a secret room that only a few people know about with a hidden entrance. The room is lavish and huge, covered head to toe in comforts and entertainment. And on the bed of this dream room was Mika, dressed in the finest. She was unharmed but trapped in this room, bound by golden chains. Stuck inside the gilded cage until the day she dies.

[mcl4r3n]

... "while in bed" with an f1 pairing of your choosing :)

Oh boyo. :) This is more on the bed that like, in it, but. Prepositions. Bah.

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In the days leading up to Abu Dhabi, Daniel counted every hour that ticked by and melted from one into the next.

In the days leading up to Abu Dhabi, Daniel could only hope that he didn't need to incur any more losses in a year that has seen him lose everything else that he spent his entire life building.

Lando was eager, when they stumbled into his hotel room with lips locked, after all the celebrations were over, after all the helmet exchanges were done, and all the content was filmed.

And Daniel wanted it to mean something, really. They'd been sleeping together all year, and Lando was the one, bright, shining light, the only fucking buoy he had when his days felt like he was swallowing saltwater and bitterness.

So Daniel kissed Lando slower, took more time teasing him, spent longer opening him up, fucked into him deeper.

Daniel braced himself over Lando, with Lando's arms around his neck, his cock buried into him to the hilt, said, "I think I might love you," and came inside him.

That was ten minutes ago.

In the ten minutes since then, Daniel has done nothing but stare up at the ceiling, and run through every possible scenario in his head for how the fuck he can salvage the evening, because Lando came, as well, earlier, and then silently pushed him off, muttering something about getting cleaned up, and locking the bathroom door behind him.

Daniel doesn't feel the bed dip, but he does come back to himself when Lando says, "Hey," from where he's perched on the other side of the bed, sat like—sat like he's about to leave. He has his boxer briefs back on.

Daniel sits up in bed, the blankets pooled around his waist. The AC is too cold. He should be buried under the giant white duvet with Lando kissing his neck, because that's been how it was all year.

But instead he's here, propping himself up against the headboard, and he knows he's about to lose another thing this year.

Lando frowns, looking down at his lap, and then looks up at him.

"Daniel, I—" he starts, swallows, stops, starts again. "I don't think—like, this year was f-fun, yeah? We had fun."

The way he says it sounds like a question. Daniel nods. His tongue is heavy in his mouth. He doesn't know who he is anymore. He doesn't feel like he's even in his own body.

"I just—" Lando continues, and gestures uselessly at nothing. "What with you uh, being gone next year and—my career and, I uh, need to focus—it's just, you know, long distance, I'm bad at it and—"

Daniel's had so much practice this year at drawing a smile on his face even when he's running on empty that the one that tugs on is probably his greatest moment of acting to date. They should give him an Emmy for this.

Lando doesn't want this. Lando doesn't want him beyond whatever the fuck this is.

Okay. Understood.

"Oh, hah—that—earlier? It was a heat of the moment thing, babe," he says, going for nonchalant. He thinks it lands, even if inside it feels like his guts have been pushed through a fucking jagged saw. "Don't sweat it."

Lando laughs, and the relief that sags into his shoulders makes him fall over, face forward in bed.

"Fuck, mate, you really nearly had me there!" Lando says through heaving breaths. Daniel's had practice in laughing, too, so he does.

"Okay, well, I'm heading back to my room now either way," Lando says. "Carlos and I are teeing off at fuckin'—7 am."

Daniel just nods, and watches Lando get dressed. He says nothing more.

When Lando says goodbye and walks out the door, Daniel decides—yeah, this is the last time.

He turns the lights out, gathers the frayed edges of his heart in his arms, the way he's had to do all year, climbs into bed, and cries.

[cosmic-ships]

distraction time :3 if you had an endless amount of money to shop for gifts for your f/os, what would you buy them? :3c

I spent too long thinking about this.... ngl lmao THANK YOU KUROH ILU /PL!

Kylo/Ben - I would get him many things… Meditation stuff like artifacts that enhance force connection, Books and holocrons that delve into philosophy of the force mainly the balance between the dark and light sides (Or if the bad bad timeline) teachings of the Sith.

Charlie - Vintage vinyl records, high quality note pads so he can jot down ideas or notes!, tickets to Broadway shows, and maybe I'd stroke his ego just a little bit and get him his own custom directors chair hehehe

Mills - Portable solar chargers, high tech communications device, first aid kits, but also something sentimental like water proof locket that has photos of Koa and I in it~ (Something to remind him of his family whenever he's away from us <3 )

Matt - Geeky T-shirts, Tool sets, mini drones, portable chargers, and comic books (<- he feels like a comic book kinda guy hehe) Ronnie - classical horror movies, retro video games (uh ye Ronnie is lover of older games!), mystery books, and novelty mugs with funny pop culture references.

Flip - History books, music albums, personalized flask, and local art.

Paterson- high quality note books LOTS OF THEM because this man writes poetry as easily as breathing air, Fine pens like fountain pens <3, tickets to local events like poetry readings, live performances or art exhibitions! :D Also I would totally just MAKE Paterson something like a scarf in the winter time! ('cause I love to crochet!)

Phillip - Concert tickets, accessories like watches, sunglasses, designer wallets, I'd sign both of us up for improv classes because we're both witty and spontaneous lol

Jude - Books on relaxation and stress relief (My poor boy needs em), tickets to family friendly places like waterparks, kids museums and theme parks. Also camping stuff~!!

Adam - New wood working tools!, vintage clothes, fitness equipment like free weights and resistance bands, customized guitar since he knows how to play acoustic hhh, weird home decor as he's into that kinda stuff lol

Randy - A damn break LMAO KIDDDING! I'd get him a nice little desk plant, earbuds to tune out the assholes on starkiller base, a bunch of snacks and treats(bb deserves em)!

Caesar - and for the newest boyo! I'd get him wines, high end stationary, antique maps or historical documents, classic literature, and me… I'm a gift…please take me WHAT!? WHO SAID THAT!? COULDN'T BE ME!

[macawbre]

Frederick hasn't slept in so long. It feels like weeks, but it probably hasn't been that long; he just really does not like the idea of sleeping right now. After what he's been through ( or, not been through? the details are hazy, fog filled, distant things ) he would rather avoid thinking about Verdane at all.

But, as it is, he needs to. For himself, at the very least.

He finds Henry alone and approaches him, his hands behind his back. His face is solemn and serious, though he doubts the mage will find anything amiss with such an expression. He's not sure how to apologize ( can he? for letting his son die in a dream? it seems absurd ) -- but if he doesn't, it will weigh on him.

"Henry," he says, because that's what comes out. "It's good to see you. I've met up with Las-- with your son, Inigo."

"Freddybear!" His face lit up, wick to flame, enthused by the length of thread that had intertwined their paths in the past. Henry was a sick man, a twisted one. But in the tangling knots of his own depravity, there was a silly little concept he had come to terms with—a thread so thoroughly gold, it pulled him from his labyrinth. The Shepherds. They had taken up a guy like him... and for what? Were they suckered into it? And after all the Plegians had done to them? There was one guy in particular, who liked order in a way that should've oiled-to-watered him to Henry's chaos. The key here, was "should've." Because he still dragged Henry around like a rag doll, like one of them. A shepherd instead of a wolf. "I've been looking everyyyywhere for you!"

Forget Cassandra. Sometimes the things Henry said felt like a lie by default.

But he was. That is. He was looking for him.

To be honest, now that he had a good look at him, Henry's thighs started to ache just from the thought of those hellish workout routines Frederick used to drag him on. "Nya ha ha! Why the long face? Borrowed it from a horse or something?" He paused, at mention of Inigo so abruptly into the conversation. "Huh... So you were with the boyo, were you?"

His 'not-from-here-nor-anywhere-really' son. His 'damn-now-I-have-someone-to-live-for' son.

"Hey, uh. You good, bud?"

He was never good at these touchy-feely things. Or maybe he was deluding himself into thinking that. Either way, there's something distant in Frederick's eyes that made him feel like the guy had been through a doozy or three. Maybe he should recommend him to one of the psychologists he had on the line. Hmmmm. It would sound a bit nuts coming from him though.

"The last time I went on a mission in August, I looked juuuust as rough as you did! I shoulda warned ya, but y'know, I kinda missed the memo." He wagged his finger once, conducting the air in his ever-nonchalant attitude. Maybe he should have mentioned that he died the last time he went on a mission like that. Henry made death feel un-intimate, yet carried his crosses like he knew every corpse he came across by name. A crow cawed, landing playfully into Frederick's nest of hair. "Guess Crowm missed ya."

It was the closest thing to Henry admitting the same. The Shepherds had become a silly home for a silly man, after all. After the world had threatened to come down on them, Henry was glad this time around, it didn't. It hadn't. Because he had a little too much care for these folks, this time around. It'd be a bloody crime to rip them away from him now.

"Anywayyyys, you're going to have to catch me up to speed. And not in the Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour kinda way. Like... tell me something I can latch onto. Maybe I'll send a curse or two their way?"

"...Ahaha~" He rested a hand on Frederick's shoulder, to help anchor him a bit. Ship to shore. "Just like old times."

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The Bad Batch Season 2 Episodes 7 & 8

Le gasp--it's Star Wars Wednesday and I almost forgot! And we have two episodes today?? Must be good!

Is that a Pantoran on the thumbnail for episode 7? Are we finally going to see our beloved Senator Chuchi like the trailer promised???

Very excited to find out!

(spoilers under the cut)

79s!!

...this feels significantly less lively than usual

Slip, Cade--clone names

Ohh Cade honey, I get where you're coming from, but this won't end well

...is that Crosshair?

Mm, I feel like Crosshair wouldn't have missed 

...I don't want to make light of this moment, but those were the fastest pulse checks I've ever seen in my life

Seriously? They blamed losing Kamino on a storm?? 

Yeee Bail!!!

CHUCHI!!! CLONE RIGHTS!!!!!! (this is so much fan service--I love it <333)

Rampart, put your long pointy nose back in the slimey corner where it belongs

You go, Bail <3

Wow, Mas Amedda actually had more than 2 lines of dialogue

Chuchi canonically goes to 79s <3

Wait--waIT WAIT WAIT IS THAT DOGMA

Y'ALL

Y'ALL

DOGMA IS HERE

THAT IS KRIFFING DOGMA

AANDHSUSNABCIANSBDHAUAKNFUDIASBAHAHAHDBHDHAHASBHS

...I think?

It's possible that this guy just has really similarly placed scars...

And okay, his voice doesn't sound quite right for Dogma...

...eh, I can headcanon whatever I want

Chuchi giving them the "you'll still have a life after war" talk T.T so much fan service

Is it just me or are clones in this episode either clean shaven or have exactly one style of beard that looks like Gregor's? Must be a fad XD

Slip is CT-0409 (aw, that's only a digit off from Echo T.T)

She's meeting with Rampart right after that?? Riyo, are you crazy?

Oh? Who's Slip calling? Money's on Rex, but it would be fun if it was someone else

Riyooooo be caaarefullllll!!

HE KNOWS THAT SHE KNOWS

RIYO WHY DID YOU DO THAT

The memorial features quite a lot in this series. Not that I mind <3

Hmm, I spy a blue R2 unit who is not our Artoo

Riyo understands binary <3

Yeeee Organa poking at the stupid, stupid logic of Kamino being destroyed by a storm!

...I'm so torn about this sniper y'all. He has some of Crosshair's mannerisms, but then why to vocoder?

Eaaasy Slip

Oh good

Slip is smart--I like him

Aaaaand there goes Slip. Dangit y'all

Riyo's guard is a good shot

...was a good shot. Oh he's still alive. Mm, not for long.

"I'll be right behind you." Sorry, boyo, no one believes that

Dramatic face reveal of.... REX YAY

He's not in armor anymore? Eh, poncho looks better this way anyway

Second dramatic face reveal of... not Crosshair! Hah, called it!!!

Not a trooper? What do you mean, Rex?

Oh YES WE GET TO QUESTION HIM

Aw, it's Rafa and Trace's garage

"a believer"...? uh, okay. In what? Order 66?

Oh yikes dangit boy why you gotta do that

-- Episode 8 --

Omega's meditating :D

"You wanna try?" Cute <3

"I had enough of solitude." Awww, Echo

Noooooooo Hunter used "ask" as a noun T.T I know it's a common turn of phrase these days, but my poor little grammar heart just about imploded 

Ah, so Rex is sending them to get data from the ship. ...does he not know the Bad Batch were literally there

Ahh, right, they're deserters. At least they called it out

Okay, but that log would've been wiped--oh right it's a backup log. ...still don't think that would've worked, but fine

Omega's going with Riyo? Okay

So. Much. Fan. Service. Just look at that Star Wars poncho as a disguise <3

Admiral Rampart's nearly aggressive "Senator Chuchi" XD

...Rampart what're you planning

Bail and Riyo constantly glancing back at Omega XD

Ahh, so the ex-Kaminoan senator is still around

Ohhhhhh craaaaaap she's gonna recognize Omega

Omega nooooo this is a delicate situation, you can't just say things like that--

...oh, so it wasn't a catastrophic mistake? Okay

These close-up shots of the kaminoan's head and neck are kinda unsettling haha

Awww Echo want to help Rex so much

Was that a tiny background massiff I saw? <3

Hanging onto a shuttle while in flight--Noice. Not the most practical, but noice

Rex: "He's still not better with heights?" Echo: "This is him better." XD

Course it couldn't be easy. I guess otherwise it wouldn't be fun :D

"New plan! 14, 5, 86" "All of them?" "YES" XD

See, that's why the Bad Batch actually succeeds half the time--they don't go in without a plan because they're unprepared. They have plenty of plans and implement them as needed

Rampart looks a tiny bit out of his depth in this senate session XD

Organa to save the day <3

I reallllllly hope they actually looked at the data first to confirm it's what they're looking for--oh look, it's fine

So... how does this not solve everything again?

Oh. That's why. The emperor's here.

Ah. Palpatine turned against Rampart. Sleemo

NO

PALPY DON'T YOU KRIFFING DARE TURN THIS ON THE CLONES

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YOU DISGUSTING BALL OF SLIME

The music really makes this moment appropriately sinister

Welp. We knew it wasn't going to end well

AHHAHAVFHSJWBDUDVEUSBSUEJE OH MY HEART ECHO'S STAYING WITH REX T.T 

BUT POOR OMEGA TEARS EVERYWHERE

They better hug--oh good they do

Gah my heart

Alrighty, that's the episode! So much happened here!! So much fan service! Possible Dogma cameo! Two whole episodes of Riyo and clones rights content! Echo leaving the Bad Batch! T.T

Wonder what Crosshair's up to...

[daycare-vore-off]

🌶🟣: ok so he's not mad that's good but.. wait? Does he think I'm a super hero!? Or..--looks down at my four hands.. ok I can see it. He asked super powers and I mean I guess I have a few abilities nothing that I fight with. I only fight when it called for I'm not a very violent person.

Itching my chin. "Uh there are a few but nothing impressive" putting my thoughts to a list. "I can sing like a siren and influence people behavior with my song of choice. Like if you want a party going I can bust out a song and everyone will be lively as hell. Or if someone needs a lullaby I can sing them to sleep pretty easily. Hallucinations sometimes can come with them, it depends my intent and what words I'm singing."

I don't tell him how I can sing fear into people, I only do that in emergencies. To get away from normally.

"I'm flexible too, and agile. Kinda like a monkey. Got claws that can grow out, Chibi fangs, and a special tattoo on my back that let me sprout wings at times. Though if I use it for a long while I can get tired." Trying to think on what else I can do..

"Oh and I can blend in with my surroundings at times. And again can't really do it for that long, talking couple hours max. it doesn't effect cloths, and it's not like I can move around with it either....well I can but my body would Constantly be changing its coloring and it tries me out faster"

going over my check list in my mind.. "yeah that all I can do"

I then get an idea.. glitch can fit five people max in his tummy soo.. I could make him feel more full. Chuckling I patt his walls "boyo imma do something"

Seeing as he knows now. I take off my sweat shirt to be in my Custom fit shirt. Curling into fetal position I slowly activate my back tattoo as it glows a crystal pink and dark amethyst.

Blossoming out of my back much like a flower was my feathered wings, a cosmic colors of purple, pink, and hints of baby blue. After an other moment i folded my wings around me and settled back up.

My wings shouldn't be no more then four people max to him. If anything they would be three I think. I waited to see what he do or say as I relaxed back down chuckling to myself.

👾💧:*he listens absolutely fascinated by the information, yep, definitely super powers, but before he can say anything colorful lights catch his attention then* urp-urgh

*well his stomach getting bigger felt extremely odd, It took a little for him to adjust before he gave his stomach exponential pokes in different places.* What diiiiiid you just you just do do do in theeeeere? *He asks in a joking tone deciding to tease you a bit* Change into a big bird bird bird?

[elismor]

C, H, L, U, X, for the fanfic ask!

C: What character do you identify with most?

Hoooo boyo. As someone who is often thrust into positions of authority in my real life, I’d have to say either Cody or Rex. Cody when I am feeling acceptance about this, Rex when I am hating it and snarking.

H: How would you describe your style?

I think I would say...conversational? People who know me IRL might be able to pick out my writing by the fact that it’s also kind of how I talk (though I am more articulate in writing than orally)--this is probably a function of the fact that I read everything out loud as part of my editing process. L: What’s the weirdest AU you’ve ever come up with? Hmm. I don’t really do AUs (for me, the point is to be in-universe), but I did once crossover Highlander and Star Gate, does that count?

U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.

Oh! Hmm...nothing that comes to mind.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

And...hmmm again. I don’t tend toward angst or whump so...idk?  I enjoy writing Rex as long-suffering-guy-in-charge (see above) and putting him into situations where he’s caught back-footed, but comes out on top in the end out of sheer stubborn cussedness. (uh...also see above) But mostly I want them to be safe and as happy as one can be in the middle of a war zone.  I tend to write moments of that that are found in between the horrible.

Thank you for asking!