#but they're messy and neither knows how to deal with feelings

[mikurinkuwu]

enough fluff my mikurin is actually toxic codependent yuri sorry for deceiving you

[minus-plus-zer0]

One Good Grovel

♡ Genre: Fluff (trust me), little crack ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Established relationships

You and Katsuki had your biggest fight in a while.

Both sides fought like they were out for blood. You two said things you shouldn't have, things that were hard to take back. It ended with Bakugou storming out of your shared apartment.

The moment he did, he regretted it. But he didn't know how to go back inside and say it.

Hours later after he came home from doing errands, Bakugou found you on the couch. You hadn't answered any of his texts, and Bakugou never felt so helpless before. He was already losing you fast, and he couldn't dawdle now. Bakugou dumped his groceries on the kitchen counter and then approached you. Neither of you said anything.

You still looked torn up about your earlier argument, your hair a little messy in a way that Bakugou liked. He'd prefer to be the one messing it up himself, but he knew he didn't deserve that privilege now. Bakugou threw an extra blanket over you, because you looked like you needed one.

"Yo," Bakugou said, sitting down beside you on the couch. "How've you been holding up?"

"...I don't wanna talk about it. Not with you."

Your voice was frail, quiet. It broke Bakugou's heart, knowing that he put you in this position.

He had to make it right.

"I'm sorry," Bakugou said. "For everything I said. I wouldn't be surprised if ya never wanted to talk to me ever again after this." You looked at him suspiciously. "It'd kill me if you did, but that's fine. 'Cause I value your feelings over mine. When I was out today, all I could think about was you and what I said to you. So I bought you some gifts and I really hope you'll love 'em."

Bakugou reached out to stroke your hair. "And I promise you, I'll never say that demeaning shit to you ever again. You mean more to me than winning that stupid argument, and I don't know where I'd be in my life without you by my side. I was wrong, okay? I was dead wrong for treating you like that, like anything less than the best. Most of all, I just want ya to take me back and love me. But I won't force ya to do anything. I can walk out that door again and leave you alone if you asked. And if you hate me forever... I understand."

You smiled at him. "...Okay, I hear you."

"...So do ya hate me now?"

You still smiled. "Only a whole bunch. You monster." You playfully punched him in the face.

"Sorry," Bakugou said, matching your sweet expression. "I deserved that. Punch me all ya want. Won't even stop ya."

You gave him several more feather-light punches. "You're soooo dead."

"Ya gonna call the cops on me too? Make sure I never do that shit again? Make sure I learn my lesson instead of forgiving me too easily?"

"Yes." You fluffed his hair. "They're already on their way. The conviction of a famous Pro Hero is gonna be the scandal of a century!"

Bakugou fixed his hair. "Well I'll still love ya, even while in jail."

You crossed your arms. "Only after you've served your 10-year sentence and repent through hours and hours of community service will I finally forgive you. Then you'll be free, we'll start all over, and we'll fall in love again."

"Deal," Bakugou said, kissing your forehead. "But I wanna skip to the end."

"No, that's the easy way out!"

"The hell? You're not actually gonna send me to jail for saying it was wrong to like Pepsi over Coca-Cola, are ya?"

"That's how the roleplay is going!"

"It ain't that serious! I said I was sorry babe! I'm sorry!"

You recalled what you originally fought about quite easily...

"Alright," Bakugou said. "I'm gonna head out for groceries. Any last minute changes to the shopping list?"

"Oh yes!" You rushed out to meet him in the entrance. "Could you get me some Pepsi? Pretty please?"

"What the fuck?" Bakugou looked at you like you grew two heads. "'Pepsi'? You want freaking 'Pepsi'?!"

You shrugged. "...Is that so bad? It'd be nice to have something besides Coca-Cola for once..."

Bakugou's eyes narrowed into slits. He shut the front door and approached you. "I didn't realize we had a freaking problem here. You're telling me I've been buying the wrong soda for you this entire time?!"

"Well... It's just not as good as Pepsi. It's not the same. I'm sorry... but I've always felt this way."

"Since fucking when?! When did things change?" Bakugou slapped a hand over his eyes. "What the hell did I miss?!"

Bakugou couldn't believe this. He thought he knew you better than anyone, just like how you knew him better than anyone. You two were the tightest couple ever. Bakugou had an engagement ring hidden in his dresser because he had already long since decided that what he wanted in life was you.

But now, he didn't feel like he knew you at all.

He'd still marry you though.

You remained silent. Bakugou couldn't stand it. He shook his head, then walked back to the front door, opening it. He stopped before he left, turning to you.

"Coca-Cola is better than Pepsi. That's just a fact."

Then he turned, and left. Instant regret washed over him, but he continued down to the front lobby. As Bakugou looked down upon his cursed shopping list, he couldn't in good conscious buy Coca-Cola anymore. Not when you hated it so much. He had to make things right.

He was getting Dr. Pepper instead.

"This is fucking disgusting, Katsuki," you said, halfway through your delicious can of Dr. Pepper at your dinner table.

"It was on sale, alright?!"

(I've read that a lot of people are unsatisfied with grovels in romance novels because they don't feel that the love interest apologizes well enough, so I wrote this just in case anybody needs one good quick grovel with none of the baggage attached. Btw, my favorite is Coke and it's not even close)

[aingeal98]

Listen when stephcass do kiss in canon I think it should be sweet and romantic and healing BUT I also think a first kiss that happens because they're messy and have complicated feelings that never fully got resolved is so fun. Steph on patrol with Bruce and he starts hinting that she and Cass are awfully close these days and Steph's like ??? I'm not sleeping with your daughter Bruce. Yes we sleep in the same bed a lot but like. Platonically. And Bruce looks highly uncomfortable but drops it.

But then the mission goes bad and Bruce is an asshole and Steph goes home with all the raw lingering resentment from years of tension between the two of them renewed and she sees Cass and is like. You know what maybe I should kiss her. Fuck you Batman maybe I Am that bad influence you've been saying I was all along.

And so she asks Cass to kiss her and Cass, who's been in love for a long time now is like. What. And Steph's like look Bruce pissed me off I don't have a boyfriend I need some comfort trust me this is just a girl best friend thing.

And so they kiss and neither of them feel good about it at all and Steph is like fuck sorry I shouldn't be using you just to deal with Bruce, you mean more to me than him anyways. And Cass, who's been fantasising about the first kiss for a while is like oh no it's fine. Totally fine. I'm not going to cry myself to sleep because our first kiss was due to you being mad at my dad and I can't even tell how much it mattered to you. This is fine.

Not saying I want this to happen in canon but if someone wants to write a 20k+ multichapter fic where Cass pines and pretends she's not hurt and Steph is in denial about being bi and they both make things so much worse and regress to being a little bit awful to each other before they finally get their shit together, I would like that very much.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Broken Chords: Slow dancing in a burning room

Hozier x fem!reader

Author's note: I don't even know what to say, I couldn't not write it.

Summary: the morning after their night together, Andrew and Y/n struggle to deal with the aftermath of their tattered relationship.

Warnings: Angst.

Read part one here.

She's up before he is. Y/n actually thinks she can remember every time he’s woken up before her; usually on her birthday or sometimes on their anniversary – when he remembers it – to make her breakfast and tea. Outside of those days though, she can count on Andrew waking up at around nine or ten in the morning – unless he’s going for a swim with his buddies.

And even then, when he gets back at seven, just because he knows it’ll annoy her, he’d strip down to his boxers and get back into bed next to her, smelling of the sea and pressing his salty body as close to hers as possible. He’ll stay there until he convinces her to get into the shower with him, which never really took that much effort at all.

Bringing herself back into the moment, Y/n carefully extracts herself from Andrew’s embrace and sits up against the headboard. Gathering the sheets over her chest, she watches him sleep; the even breaths keeping his lips parted ever so slightly, the rhythmic rise and fall of his shoulders and the hair strewn over his face. Because Andrew’s always been a fairly strong sleeper, she doesn’t think much of it when she reaches over to move a few messy strands away from his cheek, letting the back of her fingers linger near his jaw.

She misses that; being the only person he’d let get that close. Touch his face, hold his hand, taste the whiskey right off his lips.

Y/n used to think she'd do it forever. Or at least, for the rest of their lives. But she knows Andrew well enough to know that it probably isn’t in the cards for them. Every time they’re together, it takes everything in her being to remember that the pair of them aren’t exactly compatible – sometimes love isn’t enough.

Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how much you feel, or how deeply you feel it, it just isn’t enough. The compromises start feeling like a chore and the sacrifices become another way to punish yourself.

After ghosting her thumb along the top of his cheek, Y/n finally pulls her hand away. A quick glance at the clock mounted to the wall proves that she’s long missed her flight, but of course, she doesn't mind if it means soaking up a couple more hours with him – and delaying the inevitable.

The hurt in his eyes. The promises that it won’t happen again. The way he doesn’t let her hand go, even as she’s walking away, so the very tips of their fingers are touching until they're literally out of each other’s reach.

That last kiss until the next one, the one that neither of them wants to break because in that moment, the just the thought of not doing it again is far too much.

The inevitable; getting on that plane and going home. Crying in the shower and then stripping the sheets off her bed because they make her think of him.

But in the essence of delaying the inevitable, she doesn’t want to think about that right now.

Shoving the blanket away, Y/n slips out of bed and snatches Andrew’s shirt from the night before off the floor. The fabric is silky and cool as it settles on her shoulders, and the hem falls past the middle of her thighs. She closes up a few buttons and then rolls up the sleeves so they aren’t swallowing her hands up before stealing away to the bathroom to quickly freshen up.

By the time she emerges from the small, adjoining bathroom, Andrew has turned onto his stomach and stretched an arm out to the vacant spot on the bed. The sheets are even more of a mess then before and she’s barely resisting the urge to get back in next to him; tuck herself under the weight of his arm and feel warmth rise up in her chest when he pulls her against his own.

Though, when another cautious step forward consequents her accidentally kicking his pants from the night before, Y/n stops to look at them on the floor. There’s something sticking out of the pocket, she can see enough of it to peak her interest but not enough to know what it is. So she picks it up.

A picture.

She sucks in a sharp breath upon seeing the image, immediately recalling exactly when it was taken. London; October 5th, 2019. Though, considering what they’d gotten up to that night, it could have very well been the earliest hours of October sixth.

Sinking to the floor, she presses her back to the side of the ottoman near the foot of the bed. Everything about that night is so clear to her; the energy radiating off him right before the show, the roughness of his denim jacket when he’d draped it over her shoulders as they walked back to the car that would take them to the hotel. The taste of his mouth; whiskey, and something sweet.

The sound of his voice every time he said, “tonight’s gonna be special.”

In retrospect, October fifth – or sixth – was really the night that changed everything. The beginning of the end.

“Morning.” Y/n jumps a little when Andrew’s voice startles her out of her little trip down memory late. She must’ve been lost in thought for a while, because when she glances up at him, the mess of his hair has been remedied by long, tired fingers and he’s pulled on his boxers.

“Morning,” she mumbles, looking down at the picture again, “I didn’t realize you still had this."

Andrew shrugs, sinking down onto the floor in front of her, “its been right where you left it.” I’ve been right where you left me, he wants to add, but holds his tongue. He watches intently as she traces the pad of her thumb over the image of them on a hotel room sofa, with plastic cups filled with booze in their hands and her half-sat on his lap. God, the weight of her in his arms; he’ll do anything to make that a staple of his life again.

“I thought you were gonna propose that night,” she elicits softly, head still bent.

“What?” He rasps, furrowing his brows.

Y/n shakes her head, feeling silly about it all these years later. “You kept saying that it was a special night.”

“I meant-”

“I know what you meant now,” she swallows harshly, “and I know you –I knew you. So I should've known better. But I was so…..caught up in wanting that with you, I guess I’d hoped you changed your mind.” He’d always been so clear that marriage, and maybe even kids, wasn’t something he was very interested in, and for years Y/n had convinced herself that she loved him more than she wanted either of those things.

But then her friends started getting married and having babies, and suddenly, and ache in her yawned open. Was she really going to miss out on half her life for a man who shied away from talking about her after they’d been together for almost three years.

“It was a misunderstanding,” Andrew slumps his shoulders, “we could’ve gotten through it, you didn’t have to leave–”

“Well I definitely couldn’t stay,” Y/n cuts him off, tone harsher than she intends, “it was never gonna work out, Andy. We were never getting past that.”

“It was just a misunderstanding,” he re-emphasizes.

“It was more than that,” when she looks up at him again, her eyes are shining and her lips are shaking ever so slightly, “I want something from you that I am never going to get.”

“Why isn't it enough to just be with me?” He asks, long fingers ghosting the side of her face in a touch so heavy it almost isn’t there.

A soft, almost silent scoff breaks her lips and Andrew notes the shine of fresh tears in her eyes. “Would it really be that bad?” Her gaze shifts as she searches his eyes, “Being married to me,” Y/n clarifies in a wounded, hushed tone, “Would it really be that bad?”

Pulling his hand away, Andrew scrubs it over his face, “its not like that,” he promises, “I just don’t get why its important to you.”

Okay, so maybe not anything.

“Why isn’t it important to you?” And just like that, they’re having the same fight they had two years ago, when she said she he couldn’t wait and he’d told her that it didn’t matter if she did. He’s never understood her obsession with marriage, the way Andew sees it, he’s committed to her in every way that matters, getting married will only make things difficult.

Scrubbing his hand over his mouth, Andrew leans back into his chair, “Because I know that I wanna be with you right now, and that’s enough for me. Look,” he suspires heavily, “marriage is tough. Besides people get married all the time and then just get divorced two years later-”

“And some people stay married for fifty years,” Y/n counters defiantly, “so what the fuck is your point?”

“I’m just saying; that might not be us,” he stands and takes a couple steps back to lean against the small round table near the window. When Y/n’s response isn't anything more than an irritated scoff and a glance towards her right, Andrew relents, “maybe I should go.”

“Yeah, you should,” she agrees with haste. She doesn’t look at him as he snatches his pants off the floor before disappearing into the bathroom. The minute shuts the door, though, a hitched sob leaks off her lips and Y/n has to press her hand to her mouth to quiet them. Trying –and failing– to contain her tears, she looks at the picture again and its hard to wrap her head around the fact that the man holding her there, whose arms she’d felt safest in, is the same one seemingly determined to break her heart.

God, she misses him.

Oddly enough, the only comfort she wants at the moment is his. It must be the most visions cycle to be caught in; have him inflict the pain and then seek him out to dress the wounds.

Y/n doesn't know how long she stays there, or how long Andrew lingers in the bathroom, but its long enough for her tears to slow and her legs to start feeling tingly.

At least he's here right now, something in the back of her mind urges. And she doesn't want to leave things the way they are.

Pushing off the floor, Y/n discards the picture on the unmade bed and pads over the bathroom door. “Andy?” Her knuckles hit the cool wood without much force, and after three brief taps, she pressed her cheek to it. “Can I come in?”

She hears the tap turn on and then off again, followed by a brief rustling and then; “yeah.”

He's at the sink, and despite the white hand towel strewn on the counter, his face is still damp and his eyes are red rimmed. His slacks are on the counter too, and it takes a minute before he looks away from his reflection in the wide mirror to regard her. “I thought you might want your shirt back,” she shrugs, fingers fiddling with the top button.

“Yeah, you can just….” He trails off when she starts undoing the buttons, and upon realizing that she isn't wearing anything underneath, he sucks in a sharp breath.

“I'm gonna take a shower,” she hums, as his shirt slides off her shoulders and billows to the tiled floor. Briefly tipping her chin to meet his gaze, Y/n moves past him, her shoulder brushing his arm.

She slides the door closed, but it doesn't make much of a difference considering it's made of totally transparent glass.

“Fuck,” Andrew drags his lower lip through his teeth. Part of him wants to pick up his clothes and leave; if going back to her after the reception was bad, then this is just down right toxic. But she’s upset, and so is he, and she’s usually the only person he wants to be around when he feels like that.

He thinks there’s a physical pull as he approaches the glass door. Ridding himself of his boxers, he steps into the shower and outstretches his arm to invite her against his chest, and Y/n steps into his embrace. Her arms go around his middle and she presses her cheek to the center of his chest and Andrew smoothens his hand over her wet hair. “I was supposed to be made for you,” Y/n professes softly, “I could’ve sworn it.” Andrew can feel the difference between her tears and the water raining down on them. They’re warmer, they feel like acid on his skin.

Besides, it doesn’t seem right to leave things on a sour note.

What if it really is the last time? It probably won't be, but he doesn't want to leave it to chance.

He doesn't want to leave at all.

He doesn’t know what to say to her; sometimes it feels like she is made for him. The shape of her body is practically molded to fit his, but it's so much more than that. Its the way she laughs at his worst jokes, the way it feels when she runs her fingers through his hair. He’s written songs for her – no other woman has ever been as much of a muse as Y/n has. Its in the small things; like how her laugh is one of his favorite sounds and they like the same kind of wine.

Its in the biggest things; like how he can only stand to have her around when it feels like everything is falling apart around him – or coming together.

Bending his head, Andrew kisses her hair. “I’m sorry,” he utters, realizing, for the first time, that she’s just as caught up in that tangled mess as he is;

they’ll always go back to each other, because there’s nowhere else to go.

[carlyraejepsans]

Given that the winter clock dialogue shows Flowey on the surface living with Frisk and their found family (unsure of actual living arrangements but assuming he lives with Frisk and Toriel), how do you think a REAL "yes, I used to be Asriel" conversation would come about?

The winter dialogue does have Toriel acknowledge him as "Asriel", but she was black-out drunk at the time so her thought process/memory in this case is debatable.

She has at least noticed key similarities between Asriel and Flowey, but even if she knows the truth there's nothing to suggest she's brought it up while sober.

I'm more interested in the prospect of a thoughtful conversation between the two after the fact. It seems kind of inevitable if Flowey is spending the rest of his life on the surface, but how would it go?

Would an uncomfortable Flowey have to deal with an emotional reunion? Would Toriel have a better understanding of his boundaries due to more recent shared experiences? How shocked would she be that a part of her first ever child was with her once again?

I'm absolutely positive that she would share custody with Asgore after it's out in the open, even if she isn't completely comfortable with it. Not sure how Sans would feel about things since it's pretty clear he's killed before, but a judge can't really do their job without the whole truth. Maybe he'd be willing to hear him out?

not sure where you're getting the "they're co-living and it's canon" from, flowey isn't shown to be living with toriel, neither is frisk mentioned in any of the dialogues. I'm assuming the implication here is that frisk IS the reader, and that ambiguity allows for both the "i want to stay with you" and "i have places to go" endings. we know flowey's not secluded to the RUINs anymore as was his original plan, and we know he's kept in contact with papyrus, who's trying to introduce him to the others (although unsuccessfully so far), but nothing more than that.

as for toriel, I don't think her calling him asriel was either intentional or rational. I think it was a subconscious expression of the ""true"" reason she's holed herself up in the RUINs trying to save the fallen humans. if a froggit happened to hop by at that moment, she would've done the same to it.

flowey/asriel reveal, huh? hm... let's see. to be honest, i don't think flowey would ever come clean about either his identity or his crimes to anyone else, especially not his old family. not of his own volition, that is. i could see some kind of indiscretion happening that causes him to reveal it on accident, but he would bolt it out of there as soon as he realized his cover was blown. he doesn't like confronting his issues! subsequent conversation attempts with him would be extremely emotionally immature and hard to get through, as the situation would temporarily undo some of his progress after leaving the underground as a trauma response. toriel... wouldn't be doing well either. super messy situation. no one is happy with this

the custody thing is really funny to me. mostly because i find the idea of trying to explain to a lawyer that you need to amend your divorce settlement bc you didn't know you had an undead son absolutely hilarious. but also because flowey would go out of his way to contradict it and do whatever he wants out of spite

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

What are your thoughts on Poppy’s and Catnap’s sibling dynamics and the shenanigans they get up to? Do they give their dad a headache?

Across all universes where Poppy and Catnap/Theo are on good terms and refer to each other as brother and sister, they give their parent(s) the WORST of headaches.

In normal Angel saves everyone/Poppy Worldwide AU, they tease and annoy each other a lot (affectionate), as all siblings do. Poppy is always stealing Catnap's eyeliner. He's always stealing her nail polish. Poppy is the one who suggests they do something stupid, but in a way that makes it sound like the rational thing to do. "Theo", she calls him. "We should bake a four tier chocolate cake! There isn't anything to celebrate just yet, but we should learn how to do so anyways".

"A... Four tier chocolate cake? With your baking skills?"

"Have you stopped to think that dad and mom would need a four tier cake for their future wedding? They'll need us!"

And then Catnap, on all his glory, accepts the idea, except they should make just two tiers so they won't waste food if things go wrong. They spend HOURS in the kitchen, which would be a big deal if it wasn't for the fact that it was 2 AM. Anyways, they burnt the cake, half of it was undercooked, and it was way too sugary, but the fact that they didn't burn the whole kitchen down made it clear to them that they COULD do it. In theory. In practice Picky, Long Legs and Dogday banned them from the kitchen, and Angel was just horrified that these two were left unsupervised in the kitchen.

Poppy was also sent flying more than once from her INSISTING that Theo should run as fast as possible, with her using him as a ride around the farm. Did she learn from that? No. Did Theo learn from that? Also no.

Catnap, most of the time, knows when one of Poppy's ideas is just stupid. He does so anyways because he wants to see the results, because after 10 years working as a cult leader he really, really wanted to act more reckless without it hurting the cult. Poppy likes the idea of offering Catnap guidance, being older for far longer, but she doesn't have the sharpest self-preservation instincts, while Catnap is always thinking about consequences and what is best for everyone. "You should relax more" / "I'm trying, but I can't" is a good description for their dynamic.

Catnap doesn't like asking Poppy for advice. The only ones he doesn't mind are Dogday, Angel and the Prototype. Poppy feels like having to ask your sibling to drive you somewhere, and that sibling can and WILL tease you for it. Meanwhile, Poppy really, really wants to connect more with Theo, mostly as a way of coping with the fact that she wasn't there to watch him grow up, and believed him to be a monster for most of the past 10 years of her life. She doesn't like to be reminded that their first few months post-rescue were messy and of constant side eyes and bickering, and neither does Theo.

Catnap will refuse to admit it, but he looks up to Poppy a bit. She's content with her body and somehow is able to cope in mostly healthy ways. She was trapped for 10 years in a glass case and is somehow not only a bit of a social butterfly, but someone whose company is good to have.

They both really care for each other, despite the strange first year, and give their parents SO MANY headaches. In Great Escape AU, it's Poppy and Catnap sharing the same braincell and coming up with increasingly over-the-top and stupid plans to make it so everyone is able to escape PlayCo. They give a headache to the Prototype with how reckless they are when together, and when Angel comes into the picture what was bad somehow gets WORSE.

Anyways tldr they're stupid when together.

[utilitycaster]

i think it's telling that so many of the responses to imogen's convos with liliana and laudna were 'this is kinda fucked up and i am fascinated by it and am enjoying it' and but the response to THAT was like 'STOP trying to make everything toxic, ugh fandom never should've learned therapy speak'. like. ignoring that's NOT what that is, people are pretty clearly interacting POSITIVELY with these moments but because what they're enjoying is the parts that are messy, that's somehow bad too???

YUP! There are definitely people who use therapy speak inappropriately, including about Imogen and Laudna, and honestly I pretty specifically avoided using the word "toxic" (or "codependent") about their most recent interaction, but like...there is nothing wrong with enjoying the relationship for being messy! A good deal of the people who are calling it toxic or messy are people who support it and enjoy it! A good deal of people who don't particularly like the relationship for being flat and bland and the conflict constantly fizzling out into nothing, myself included, perked up at yesterday's conversation! It was fascinating: Laudna went to comfort Imogen and told her she loved her, and Imogen's response was to say "oh, you love me? well then why did you go running off to Delilah the second we were apart? why did you lie to me a second time [Laudna did not lie to her the first time, which by now Imogen knows]?"

I don't actually think Imogen's opinions re: Delilah are inconsistent - I think she very specifically started becoming uncomfortable after encountering Delilah in the middle of the night in Whitestone (and I think Laura said as much on a 4SD too), and so her previous assertions about digging into their power sources are not hypocritical. However, yeah, I think we should talk about how both of the two big kisses between these characters are specifically Imogen trying to cut off an emotional speech from Laudna - I don't think it is intended as manipulation, but rather coming from a place of profound fear, but that's still something you need to deal with because this is now three pretty significant cases of kicking the can of conflict down the road and it's only snowballing. I think we should talk about how actually maybe it's valid that Imogen, who has had to make a lot of difficult decisions regarding her engagement with Predathos's power and could be risking losing her powers through her actions, is frustrated that Laudna hasn't done the same with Delilah, but neither of them are working it out. Imogen is letting an assassination of her mother go forward - and I agree with her choice - and Laudna hasn't done anything to extricate herself from Delilah in 30 years despite expressing interest early in the campaign. Imogen is about to lose her mother because her mother declared her reliance on a potentially evil power as an inevitability and wouldn't listen to her, and Laudna's now doing the exact same thing.

And on the other hand, again, Laudna hasn't lied to Imogen. Imogen cut off Laudna's angry, hurt, and extremely valid rant about being betrayed by Bor'Dor by asking to kiss her and so Laudna, trying to make Imogen happy, never worked out these feelings and they've just been building up. Laudna can't express her fears to Imogen because Imogen will demonstrably cut her off. If Imogen is disgusted by Delilah, and that's not going away, what does that mean? Like, is the love enough? I don't know? Could be, but not without actually having a means of resolving all of these extremely valid hurt feelings, and they don't have that. And maybe some of us would like to have some resolution, and are getting real tired of the particularly dim children going "uwu let me have my cottagecore stardew valley dream you all are such MEANIES let people like things" which. Again, if the fact that other people want different things from this relationship is genuinely preventing you from liking things, that's entirely your problem, because I like all kinds of things other people dislike. If you cannot stomach any dissent from your personal interpretation and perceive it as an attack, that says a lot of things about you and none of them bode well.

There is a deeply frustrating tendency that is not limited to this fandom, nor to discussion of Imogen and Laudna, to deny that traumatized characters can hurt other people. You see it with some of the dumber discussions of Ludinus that presume he is specifically a survivor of Aeor (valid as a theory, but unconfirmed); his (hypothetical) trauma does not negate how many other people's lives he's ruined. Percy is deeply traumatized but he did still introduce the gun to the world. Fjord is traumatized but had he willingly completed Uk'otoa's unsealing that would have caused untold damage. Astrid is traumatized but she's still done terrible things as a Volstrucker. FCG and Yasha are both traumatized and both were not even in control of their actions when they caused their worst harm, and they both feel terrible about what they've done. I mean, touching on this episode, it is not actually a contradiction to say both "Liliana is traumatized and has been indoctrinated by a cult and is a victim of said cult and genuinely believes she is doing this for Imogen's benefit" and also "Liliana is a fucking shitty mom." These are both true. This is what cycles of abuse and generational trauma look like. This is what that "blorbo-centered morality" is; suddenly when it's your favorite character they can do no wrong and every explanation becomes, instead, an excuse.

I've been talking a lot about the harassment in this fandom and it really is like...look, I don't know if this harassment is coming, from some of those partaking in it, from a personal trauma. I do not want to ascribe shitty behavior to mental illness, because some people are just assholes. But if it is - it doesn't make it okay! If you are lashing out and sending hate because you project a lot of your own trauma onto Imogen or your own relationships to that of Imogen and Laudna and you perceive every bit of criticism as an attack on you, guess what! You're being a fucking asshole by trying to hurt other people and it does not ultimately matter that it might come from a place of your own hurt and you need to stop.

I've been going off about this and related topics all morning and so I do want to step back and say that I believe this is a relatively small group of people with an outsized toxic impact. I do think that many people are enjoying the relationship for its complexity and unhealthy, messy aspects, that most people would love to read more Imogen meta that covers her as a whole, complex person and not as a tee hee just a silly guy girlfailure. But yeah, I think everyone is getting increasingly done with the group of people who throw a tantrum and retreat into the most idiotic See Spot Run-levels of conflict fantasies whenever there's actual grit and friction and mess in the relationship.

[nanaminokanojo]

THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 12)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

GENRE: college au | eventual smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going

⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this will most likely have narrations | god-awful pet names | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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NOTE: This has narration in prose.

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Gojo Satoru was one persistent man, you gotta give him that. When he said your wish is his command, he delivered, so you don't really have any excuses to further refuse him. He took your opinion on the contract seriously, passed it by you without fail and exceeded expectations. You had the choice to stop whatever madness the two of you were cooking up, so you had that as a buffer to see how things go.

It's a very different situation for the both of you. Neither of you had been in bed with the same person twice. You thought that was convenient, spares you from that awkward phase of having to deal with the messy things that come along with commitment. But regardless of how much you and Satoru reiterate on the point of having no strings attached, it was still a form of commitment. You didn't know yet whether you liked the nature of that bond regardless if it was limited to the physical aspect.

But it was convenient. You could admit at least that. If it's just sex, then you wouldn't have to go through the motions of meeting people, getting to know them enough to say they're not psychos and establishing that mutual agreement of never seeing each other again. Satoru was familiar ground for once, and you more or less knew what to expect from him with the security of a written agreement adding to your supposed security.

Now it was a game of waiting to see who is gonna crack first, but that's a problem for future you. It's arrogant to think that there are no consequences to what you are about to involve yourself in because there will be, and you knew neither of you are stupid as to deny that. Accepting that fact is the first step. You'll deal with the mess later.

Or maybe you two were really stupid to be considering it at all. Either way, you didn't really care about the intricacies of it as much as you were annoyed over the fact that Satoru was taking away what you wanted to be a peaceful afternoon. Tolerance sure wasn't his strongest suit as expected of a rich brat who didn't know how it feels to be denied and done have the slightest understanding of the word no.

"You're gonna make me neighbors think I got into a tangle with loan sharks, Gojo," you said the moment you opened the door for him, unable to help it but ogle him. He was clad in gray sweats, a black shirt that fit him so damn well, his platinum hair mussed under a white, Balenciaga baseball cap.

He looked at you from under his cap, those gloriously blue eyes twinkling as he broke into a grin. "Well, you do owe me kisses, sweetheart."

Rolling your eyes, you cocked your head to the side, inviting him in, prompting his next comment: "I see how you're related to Sukuna when you move like that."

You chuckled. "I know how you think he was raised by brigands." You looked over your shoulder with a smirk. "You can opt out of our arrangement now."

Satoru caught up to you, blocking your way to the living room. He bent down to your height, booping you on the nose with his index finger. "Is that a roundabout way of saying you want out? You haven't even signed yet." He waved the file he was holding in front of you. "Ammended and reviewed as you've requested."

You took it, pushing past him and plopping down on the couch. You patted the space next to you as you opened the file, startled when he jumped right onto the spot, also making you bounce on the plush seat.

You momentarily glared at him but he just scooted closer, pointing at the sheaf of papers. "The things you wanted added are highlighted in yellow."

You quietly read the things he indicated, rifling through pages with your eyes. All the while, you could feel Satoru's blue orbs on you, his fingers toying with the tips of your hair. From your periphery, you could see him breaking into a soft smile, so different from his cocky, mischief-filled cheshire grins. Your planned glance turned into a sidelong stare as you whipped your head to actually look at him.

To your dismay, his expression was replaced by surprise, making that smile disappear as if it hadn't even been there in the first place.

"What?"

You shook your head, thinking you probably just imagined it. "Where do I sign?"

You made quick work of that after Satoru indicated where you were to sign, handing him the pen and also watching him do the same.

"And that's a done deal!" he declared, slapping the pen on the coffee table before twisting on his waist to look at you. "Congratulations, I'm exclusively yours."

"Thanks for saying my line for me." You shrugged, feeling the awkwardness of the situation now that your "giggle fits" about the whole contract, as Satoru had termed it, had died down. "So..."

"May I kiss you now?" he interrupted your thoughts, invading your space as he leaned forward, his eyes shifting slowly from your eyes and your lips.

You didn't fail to notice how he emphasized on asking for your permission this time instead of asking whether he was capable of it. "If you're always gonna choose your words like this..." You knocked his cap off his head with one hand while the other glided up from his shoulder to his nape. You pulled him closer, your lips just millimeters from his. "...instead of being such a tactless bastard all the time, I might actually enjoy this more."

He looked at you with hooded eyes. He wasn't one to be distracted from his goals. "So, may I, sweet cheeks?"

"Yes, you mmph –"

Satoru's plush lips were on yours in a split second, pressing gently yet the fact that he was holding back was evident in the way he gripped onto your waist as if he was trying to tether himself to you. He moved his lips against yours in languid motions as if he was testing the waters. You let him although you wondered at that knowing how hungry and all-consuming his kisses can be from experience.

You didn't dislike it, even the way he would pull away in the smallest fractions to nip at your lips before he would give them tiny kitten licks. It was enticing watching him take his time, making you reciprocate in the same small actions but mostly letting him have at it. Satoru's large hands moved from where he was keeping you steady on your arms up to the sides of your neck, his thumb brushing against your jawline.

Just then, he wrenched his eyes from intently paying attention to your lips to meet yours, blinking slowly and absently licking his lips. Satoru looked at you as if he couldn't believe you were in front of him, again breaking into that genuine smile.

"You're so pretty, sweet cheeks," he mumbled, looking absolutely out of it.

You were tempted to snort at his compliment but at the same time, you couldn't, unable to extricate yourself from the moment. This was a new side to him you're seeing for the first time. "That's one kiss today, Gojo."

At that, the spell seemed to have broken as he placed his forehead on your shoulder, chuckling. "You're keeping count?" He blindly fished for something in his pocket before taking your hand in his and pressing something onto your palm.

Before you could look and ask what it was, his lips were on yours again, less experimental this time. He licked at the seam of your mouth, pushing his tongue into it and seeking yours. You gasped when he finally found it, groaning when you responded in kind. Your ears were ringing, your head filled with nothing but the way he tasted in your mouth and the way he was possessively holding you against his taut form while his fingers drew circles on the small of your back.

And just as you were getting used to him and what he was doing to you, he pulled away, your lips parting with a wet sound. You swallowed hard, startled by the sudden loss of contact, and quite frankly, pissed off as well.

He wrapped your fingers on the thing he put in your hand, realizing it was some sort of card. As if he read your mind, he said, "Your key to my private place in the city. I'll text you the address."

With one last peck to your lips which were slightly parted from being flustered, he stood up, putting on his cap. And then he turned to look at you. "Sorry, sweetheart. I have class in half an hour with Yaga." He grinned. "Don't look so disappointed now. I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

You scoffed, also standing up as you regained composure. "Who says I am?" You shook your head, catching sight of the contract on the table. "Take those with you. I don't need Yuki or Iori finding those here."

Satoru laughed, taking your hand and twining his fingers with yours before raising it to his lips and winking at you. "See you tomorrow."

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[wheels-of-despair]

For the OC Relationship Asks

All of them!

No, seriously, I wanna know about all of that 😅

...walked right into that one, didn't I? 😂

100 E/EW questions below the cut!

Who fell first? Who fell harder? EW fell first, but Eddie followed a few seconds later.

Who is the one who fusses the most? Does their S/O mind very much? I think they both bitch a lot, so neither of them minds.

What is their love language? Being dumb together. 🥰

Has either OC ever gotten a hickey off the other? What was their reaction? They have both been hickey'd many times. She pretends to be annoyed but is secretly into it. He flaunts his proudly.

What is something they like to do together? Watch dumb movies and eat snacks!

Who would ask the "would you love me if I were a worm?" question? How would their S/O answer? Eddie would ask, and EW would insist the answer is no until he got mad enough to stop talking to her. 😂

Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses? Feel like Eddie is the forehead kisser and EW is the neck kisser. (A height thing, perhaps?)

Who is the big spoon? Little spoon? They're the switchiest of switches in every sense.

If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them? All of the above.

Who plays with whose hair? Both!

Who is clingy? Also both.

What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered? EW discovered Eddie's Sweet Spot and uses it for evil.

What is something they find hot about their S/O? EW likes that Eddie doesn't give a fuck what people think about him. Eddie likes that she chose him.

What is something they argue about constantly? Is it a deep-seated issue or something small? I… I don't know?

How do they comfort one another when the other is upset? If a lame attempt at humor doesn't do the trick, snuggles will. EW will also offer to kill whoever made him upset.

Who is the better caretaker? Does their S/O like being taken care of? They kinda trade off on this one too. I think EW's more of a natural at it, but Eddie tries harder.

Who steals whose clothes? Does their significant other mind? Feel like they share a t-shirt collection. EW no longer bothers buying light clothes because Eddie's going to spill something down the front and st--EDWARD MUNSON WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU WEAR A WHITE SHIRT ON SPAGHETTI DAY?!

They've had a major blowout. How do they handle it? Part ways, fume for a few minutes, reconvene with puppy eyes. 🥺

How good are they are communication? Surprisingly good. Eddie has a terrible filter.

Who handles the spiders? Who screams directions in the background? Eddie's the spider guy.

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first? Whoever's in the mood. 😈

What is something - either character - doesn't like about the other? EW has questionable taste in movies. Eddie is messy.

Who said "I love you" first? Confession: I've thought about this so many times but haven't settled on one scenario as E/EW canon yet.

Who kissed who first? "Me," they both say at the same time, before a tussle ensues.

Do they have any pet names for one another? Evil Woman and her Feral Trash Panda? Nah.

Who gets jealous most often? How does their S/O deal with that? Eddie tried, but EW broke him of that pretty quick.

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates? Eddie's the driver, EW's the navigator/snack dispenser.

Do they trust one another? Are comfortable discussing their fears with one another? 100%

What's an insecurity they hold about their relationship? EW worries that Eddie will become a rockstar and decide to trade her in. Eddie worries that he's holding EW back from a more�� respectable? traditional? kind of life.

Describe how one character would cheer the other up after a hard day. Procure their favorite dinner. Lay around and watch their comfort movie/show. If they're up for it, maybe... *70s porno music*

How would they describe one another. "A pain in my ass," they say at the same time, then cackle.

Can they communicate private thoughts whilst in company? If so, how? They both have very readable faces.

Which one of them gives "that look" when they other is acting like a fool? EW to Eddie, most definitely.

How do they address a problem in their relationship? He whines, she forces a conversation.

How does each significant other view any exes and former relationships? Not really an issue. No one else mattered after they met.

What is something that would break their hearts? Having to live without each other. Which, luckily, will never happen. Because I said so.

Who is more likely to avenge their S/O if they were hurt or killed? EW would cut a bitch in a heartbeat.

What would be their ideal evening in? The Three P's, which is now a story I want to write. (PJs. Pizza. Phone off the hook.)

Do they dance? If so, who's better? They do, but they're not very good in a traditional sense. There's lots of flailing and laughing and being a little too into it.

What is a song that reminds you of the OCs' relationship? "Love Bites" by Judas Priest, 'cause "Evil Woman" feels like a cop-out at this point. 😂

Who sings to the other? Are they any good? Eddie, and yes.

Who teases who? What about? Both, about everything.

Who gets up early? Who stays in bed late? Evil Woman's not exactly an early riser, but Eddie would sleep all day if you let him.

Who's more likely to bring the other coffee or breakfast in bed? Sometimes it's the only way EW can get Eddie awake.

What's the worst thing the other can say to one? "I don't love you anymore." (which is NEVER GONNA HAPPEN)

If they were ever in a life or death situation, who risks their life? If they go down, they're going down together. (Eddie, shush.)

If it ever came down to it, who is turning to the darkside to save the other? They both would.

If they ever had less that 5 mins to tell their S/O something before never seeing them again, what would they say? I refuse to answer this, on the grounds that NOPE.

Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt? Eddie likes it when EW plays with his hair. She likes it when he stands behind her and rests his chin on her shoulder. (think the cooking-breakfast-"together" thing)

Who's the romantic? Eh… they both have their own ways, but nothing terribly traditional.

Are there any characters who ship them? "NO!" Gareth shouts as he's shoved into a locker.

Who cooks? Who does the dishes? Teamwork!

Who eats healthier? Who's got the sweet-tooth? EW made Eddie eat a vegetable once. He's still mad about it.

What's something that they don't really care for but tolerate because S/O has an interest? EW's not really that into D&D. But she's into Eddie being a sadistic DM and yelling at the kids, soooo.

Who spoils who? Does their S/O tolerate it? Do they secretly enjoy it? Both, and damn right they do.

Who tends to be the level-headed one? Who is feral? I think we all know the answer to this one. 😂

Who reminds the other to wear a coat when it's cold out? Neither. Eddie's always in his dang jacket. EW's not a child.

Do they hold hands? Mmhmmmm.

Is there a spot they tend to kiss or caress habitual? Maaaybe.

Are they willing to show PDA? If not, is there a reason? They are. Sometimes they amp it up if the kiddies dare to complain.

How would they describe their S/O in one word? EW says "maniac", Eddie says "evil".

How would outside characters describe their relationship? "Disgusting," Gareth yells from inside the locker, then whines because you shouldn't yell when trapped in a tiny metal space.

How would they describe one another in bed? (they're both grinning wickedly)

Would they ever answer the above question if it was asked to their face? How would they react? EW gasped and covered her mouth, Eddie is clutching imaginary pearls.

Who tends to take the lead in intimate encounters? Switchiest! Switches!

Have they ever been caught in the act? What would be their reaction if they were? Oooooh new fic idea.

Have they ever done it anywhere questionable? Wouldn't you like to know?

Who is more vocal? Who is more experienced? Eddie's the vocal one, obviously. EW's partners outnumber Eddie by 1, but Eddie's definitely seen more porn. 😂

If they were to go shopping, who holds the bags? Who decides where they go? They hold their own damn bags and probably wanna go to the same places anyway.

If they went out to dinner, who is paying? Would there even be a discussion? Those broke-ass fools? They're pooling money.

If someone were to insult their S/O, how would the other handle it? Eddie with snark. EW with violence.

If someone flirted with or showed an interest in their S/O, how would the other react? Eddie would get mad, EW would laugh.

Who knows the other better? Why is this? EW knows Eddie better than he knows himself. She's a tiny bit obsessed with him. Can't imagine why.

Who's more likely to bail who out of jail? Would they give the other one shit for it? Remember when Darlene bailed Dan out? They're both Darlene.

Which - if any - other famous ship's vibes do they emulate? Multiple people have compared them to Gomez and Morticia.

Are they soulmates? Do they believe in that? Yes, 1000%.

What is something they would never forgive the other one for doing/saying? I don't want to think about that, thanks.

Who has memorised the other's medical history? EW probably had to memorize Eddie's just because SOMEBODY needs to know these things.

Also, are they each other's first contact in an accident? Most of the series (so far) takes place when they're still in school, so I imagine Wayne and EW's Mom would still be the primary contacts. But after they get hitched, yeah.

What tropes could be applied to this relationship? I looked through a list of common tropes and would like to reject them all and submit "Made For Each Other" instead.

Did they have a meet cute? Or was it a train wreck? They met in class. There was teasing and blushing and two idiots falling in love.

Make their relationship into a list of A03 tags. lmao that's the worst part of posting on AO3 you can't make me do this

Who gets frustrated more easily? Who does the other calm them down? Eddie. Food. Threats. Bribery.

Have they ever almost lost one another? How does it effect their relationship? nope nope nope

Their S/O is tipsy. How do they handle it? They'd probably think it's cute.

Who gives the best gifts? Who gives the more thoughtful? Who goes for expensive? Eddie goes thoughtful. EW goes creative. Neither go expensive.

If they ever lost one another in a public place, how do they find the other? I'm seeing Eddie getting thrown out of the grocery store for using the price-check-speaker for something other than intended…

What's the darkest secret they have ever told one another? They both opened up about their absent parents at some point and it got pretty grim. (I didn't write it. You're welcome.)

Would they ever consider marriage? Heck yeah.

Would they ever consider starting a family? They have dozens of goldfish. DOZENS!

Who likes kids more? Who can't stand them? They both resist but if they were to get stuck with some, they might grow attached. As long as they can give them back.

There's a puddle in one's way. What does their S/O do? "Walk around it like a human with a functioning brain," says EW. "Shove her into it," says Eddie. "OW! I WAS KIDDING!"

One has hurt their leg on a hike. How does their S/O carry them? Piggyback style. This goes for both of them.

Their pet has caused destruction. Who puts the pet in jail? Who defends the pet? EW says jail for one thousand years. Eddie begs for a lighter sentence.

Who gives flowers to their S/O? What sort of flowers do they like? Eddie might occasionally bring flowers, but they're always stolen.

Who reads the newspaper? Who wants to see the cartoons? EW will cut coupons while Eddie reads the funnies. He'll show her the best ones.

How do they wake their S/O up? Is it difficult to rouse them? Eddie sometimes has to be bribed or tricked.

Who would burn the world down for who? Both.

Who gives off "they said no pickles" energy? Eddie will eat just about anything. Don't want it? Drop it on his plate and it's gone in seconds. 😂

Make a meme of this ship. I didn't make this but it feels appropriate. 🥰

[paladin-heart5]

Save Her (Part Three)

A/n: you asked for it! The next part! Hope you like it! Don't forget to read parts one and two!

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Y/n is starting the path of recovery. While Leon is trying to be there for her, he's also fighting to get the DSO off their back for the time being.

Everything that's been going on has surely taken it's toll on Leon. A caring man such as himself puts others first, especially her. He will not rest until he can ensure her safety. However, the poor sight of him doesn't make Y/n feel any better either. Guilt courses through as she wonders how much she kept him up at night, worried to the point where he's sick. Bags under his dull eyes, scruff a long his jaw, even his hair is messy. He hasn't taken care of himself.

It's been three days of being in the hospital. Y/n spoke to a mental health specialist a couple times, but to even think about some of the horrors she went through too soon was overwhelming. Eating is a challenge, even though they practically starved her. She can't seem to find the appetite. She hasn't showered yet, all she's wanted to do is sleep. No energy, no smile, no laughter. It's killing Leon to see her this way, he'd give anything to see that beautiful smile.

It's time to make a deal.

Leon decided to go back to their apartment to gather some things for Y/n. A couple of books to read, her sketch book and pencils to draw. Anything to keep her busy for the time being, a good distraction. He was able to clean up the place a bit after the intrusion, but it's likely they'll have to move when this is all over. Still, anything to keep good memories. She does love crafty stuff, maybe he can get her supplies to make a scrapbook.

As he approaches the bedroom, he scans around, there's no telling if any surviving enemies tried to come back. The window is closed, but the curtains are open, letting the sun illuminate the room. His eyes land on their shared king size bed, the comforter all messy and the pillows tossed around. A smallest stuffed animal lays on Y/n's side, it's a brown deer with white spots. Leon got it for her on their first date, specifically when the two stopped by the mall to check out her favorite stores. Leon's not very familiar with the mall, but he loved watching her light up when he saw something she liked. When they went into the arcade, she saw the deer in a claw machine and begged him to get it. He chuckled and did his best. It took a lot of money and patience, but even he got frustrated. It was all so worth it though. Her smile lit up the room, her bounce so cute, and she kissed him on the cheek. Leon hadn't smiled that big in years. His darling girl. He promised himself he'd protect her, knowing the life they have to live. He plans to make those vows.

After a couple of hours of driving around, Leon arrives at the hospital again. Holding a purple backpack in one hand, and a grocery bag in the other. He enters her dark room, and as he turns on the light, Y/n flinches. Her h/c is greasy and tangled, dark bags still under her eyes. She still doesn't eat much, is at all, but she's hydrated. She's clearly in need of a bath, however she tends to put up a fight. Leon was forced to check in with the DSO while Y/n worked with the therapist. Unfortunately she hasn't been ready to talk about what she went through. He hadn't been able to see her for a couple of those days.

It's also not very easy dealing with the fact that the DSO wants to get all the information they can get from her. Obviously Leon isn't allowing that right now, and neither is Hunnigan. They're doing the best they can to delay any forms of questioning, knowing that will only make things worse. Of course it's important to find out where the rest of the enemies could be, figure out exactly what they're planning. However, right now, Leon's top priority is Y/n.

"Y/n?" Leon calls softly as he sits in the chair next to her bed. She looks at him warily, rubbing her arms. The sadness in her eyes is more evident, the color of her orbs are dull. Leon's no different, unfortunately, he looks so tired. She can see that they're in a similar boat.

"When was the last time you slept?" Her voice is hoarse, but luckily he's able to give her a bottle of water. She drinks the whole thing in no time, clearing her throat. Leon chuckles, thinking for a moment before he responds.

"Well uh, last time I slept was in here the other night.. for a couple of hours." He reaches down to grab the grocery bag. He hears her huff and looks up, seeing a her lips form into a small pout. He feels his own lift; oh how he missed that precious face. He takes out a bowl of fruit and a sandwich from the bag.

"How about a deal then, hm? You eat up for me, we'll take a bath, and then a nap together." The blond suggests, letting her take a minute to think while looking at the food, then back at him. She tries running her fingers through her hair, but they get stuck, making her realize how gross she probably looks.

"Okay, but you have to promise you'll stay, for real." She speaks quietly, fidgeting with the white blanket. Leon carefully grabs her hand and squeezes.

"I'm not going anywhere, babygirl. Oh, plus I have a surprise for you." He gives her the food and digs into the backpack, taking out the deer plush. Y/n looks at the fruit bowl, deciding she'll start with that first. First, she looks over to see what he has, and seeing the deer makes her eyes widen. "Basil..." She quickly grabs her, feeling the soft fur makes her tear up. She hugs it tight, remembering when she first got it. It's a symbol of her relationship with Leon, losing it would be like losing a memory.

"Thank you, Lee." She whispered, a small smile growing on her. Leon's heart jumps in response, his smile also growing wider.

"Anything for you, love. Now eat up, I'll have whatever you don't eat, so don't force yourself."

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Standing for a while is suddenly a hard task for Y/n, most likely because she's still weak and has been laying down this whole time. Thankfully she doesn't have to wait too long for Leon to set the warm bath. He looks over at her and goes to help her undress, taking the hospital gown off reveals a lot of bruising, some of which are starting to heal. It makes him sick, how could anyone do this to the love of his life? He can't help but stare in disbelief, and once she sees this, she grows scared and tries to pull away. Her eyes avoid his as she holds herself, trying to cover up. Leon frowns, his stormy blue eyes scanning her face. Stepping forward, he gently holds her arms and pulls her close to his chest. He rubs her head as he sways, letting her close her eyes and take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry I let this happen, Y/n. I should've stayed with you, I should've fought harder to find you. God- I tore everything apart to find you and it wasn't enough.." The older man rambles, his voice getting caught in his throat. Y/n frowns and looks up at him, the steam filling the room is actually quite soothing.

"Leon, none of this is your fault. Please understand that, we both knew the dangers. I'm just.. so fucking glad you found me." Her voice becomes quieter the more she speaks, clinging to him. "Will- will you take the bath with me?"

"If that's what you want, babygirl." He chokes out and kisses her head, she steps back to let him undress. She has to admit, seeing her beautiful fiance stand before her brings a great deal of comfort. If he can stay with her, she might be able to crawl out of the shell she'd been hiding in for about a month now. Sure, it may not seem like a long time, but it felt like years to her. After a couple of minutes, the finally step into the bath, Leon gently guiding her down. The warm water definitely feels foreign at first, eventually becoming relaxing for her body. Leon enters right after, sitting behind her to hold her close to his chest. He grabs the washcloth and soap, gently cleaning her skin. The intimacy is sensational, the touch of soft skin in such a careful matter truly made her feel human again. She has to remind herself she's not some experiment, she never had been. She's a person, a kind human with great intelligence and an amazing partner. Forget those agents that came in to harass her about everything she went through, she knows Leon will protect her.

And with time, she'll be ready to talk.

[scepterno]

you've made the mistake of endorsing my josé redemption arc so i shall release the horrors within

because i like to think that josé, to some extent, in the back of his mind always felt bad about hurting alejandro. yeah, he thought it was necessary to get him to man up and for alejandro's own good in the long run, hell he even enjoyed taking his frustration out on someone else sometimes. but you don't press lit cigarettes into your little brother's skin and just not care. you don't have someone looking at you with hate and fear and exhaustion in their expression every day and not feel anything. you don't hurt someone day after day and remain oblivious to what it does to them

and maybe years down the line, after a lot of therapy and a long and ongoing process of healing, josé will look at the tiny circular scars on alejandro's arm and feel this... pit in his stomach. something heavy and cold that claws at his insides and makes him nauseous, it clogs up his throat and makes him want to look away. it's the same feeling he gets whenever he sees the relief on alejandro's face when josé doesn't turn something into a competition between them, or when he tenses up at being called "al", and so on

it's so different from the warmth he feels deep in his chest whenever alejandro laughs at something he says, loud and unburdened and giddy, whenever he lets josé see him weak and in pain without trying to cover everything up, whenever he shows the tiniest bit of trust in his older brother

being part of alejandro's life means he has to put up with that annoying twig boyfriend of his, who seems dead set on antagonizing josé with snarky comments and long, hard stares that seem to burn the side of his face. but the effect is lessened whenever alejandro comes to his defense with an easy smile and a "he's not so bad, come on, stop being mean". it also means he has to deal with the lovey-dovey looks exchange between the two of them, which, eugh. but fine, whatever, he can handle it

he still fucks up sometimes, of course he does, they both do. they step on toes and revert back to old habits and hurt each other and pull away. sometimes it feels like it's an uphill battle of three steps forward, two steps back. it's painful, it's messy and it's a long, long process. but they're burromuerto men, which means they're stubborn beyond reason and the very thought of giving up is appalling to them

one time josé goes over to alejandro's and noah's apartment when the little bastard is at work. they're supposed to hang out, just the two of them, watch some cheesy telenovelas and poke fun at the acting, predict the plot 30 minutes in, and get way too invested in the characters' relationships. which is why he's confused to find the apartment silent and empty, no sign of life in the living room or kitchen. he knows alejandro's home, his shoes are at there under the hangers and the door was unlocked, so where is he? he calls out his name as he makes his way towards his bedroom, knocking on the door and waiting for a reply. still nothing. he pushes the door open cautiously and feels his heart drop to his stomach

he recalls both carlos and alejandro mentioning something about "bad days" offhandedly, but neither of them seemed particularly interested in talking about it in more detail, and so josé never bothered asking either. and now he can only assume this is what they meant, because to him this seems pretty fucking bad. alejandro's in his bed, blanket pooled around his hips, a layer of sweat covering his entire body, hair messy. one of his hands is gripping the sheets next to his thigh, knuckles white from the effort, while the other one is pressed to his forehead, obscuring his eyes from sight. he's shaking, jaw clenched tight and in the silence josé can hear how ragged and uneven his breathing is.

he can only stand and stare for another moment, before he calls out alejandro's name again, quiet and more uncertain than he's felt in a long time. alejandro startles at josé's voice, tensing up, before lifting his hand away from his face enough to look at josé. his eyes are bloodshot and filled with tears, exhausted and pained and utterly miserable, and josé doesn't know what to do

later on he's sitting on the edge of alejandro's bed, one of his hands caught in a death grip so tight he swears he can hear his bones creaking, his other hand wound around alejandro's shoulder and buried in tangled, sweaty hair. alejandro has his forehead pressed to josé's shoulder, his entire frame trembling like a leaf, breathing a mix of sniffles and gasps under the weight of his sobs, his hand clutching at josé's back so hard josé can feel his nails digging in.

and it's sat like this, holding alejandro, lightly scratching at his scalp, desperately trying not to fuck this up, that he realizes he doesn't want to see his little brother in pain anymore. fuck what the doctors say, or what his father or the rest of the family will think. this is his hermanito, and josé cannot stand seeing him in pain, not anymore

holy fuck anon just send me to an early grave why dont you UROGUGHGT *psychic damage* *psychic damage* *psychic damage*

yeah so this is EXACTLY what i had in mind with their relationship. you nailed it. it's on the damn cross. i dont even know what to say other than holy shit, you get exactly what i was putting down. AND THEN YOU RAN WITH IT. you dropped this bomb ass mini fic into my inbox and just. HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO RESPOND?? my jaw is between my feet.

we stan the burromuerto brothers redemption and healing arc WE STAN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BURROMUERTO BROTHER SUPREMACY!!!!!

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

how would main 6 react if mc were a mermaid???

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a merfolk MC

~ thanks so much anon, this is a prompt I never would have thought of on my own and I'm loving how fun it is! enjoy ~

While it certainly influences how you function, being merfolk isn't the biggest deal to you. Vesuvians live in a bustling port city, with the world's most unusual people setting up shop on their doorsteps. They don't bat an eyelash at people of other species.

At first you refrained from mentioning it because you didn't have any memories and weren't ready to open that can of worms while you were still relearning to walk. By the time your shop had two mysterious visitors in one night, the people around you didn't know because you had no reason to go swimming with anyone and you never brought it up. You could change back and forth at will pretty easily, so you never associated anything unpleasant with it, besides how messy bath time could get if you felt the need to polish your scales.

Julian

It was your turn to clean the house, and you thought you'd take advantage of the dirty bathroom floor and do some tail maintenance

You avoided doing this when it was his turn because it really did make a big mess and you felt bad having him clean it up

So you're really getting in there (it's been over a month), removing dull and chipped scales, scraping out the gunk that's built up, scrubbing and polishing and making chaos

And then you hear his loud "I'm hooooome!" as the front door slams closed, and you respond with "in the bathroom!", and it's not until you're making eye contact with a gaping doctor that you realize

You forgot to tell him

And also the bathroom looks like a sea debris tornado hit it

He's got a million questions running through his mind, since when were you merfolk, why didn't he know this about you, was he not paying close enough attention, were you shy about it for some reason, whoah that's cool anatomy, why are there scales everywhere, if you're not wearing anything on your tail does that mean it's naked

He only manages a small squeak

You laugh and apologize for not telling him sooner, it just slipped your mind

He spends the next hour watching you groom, the doctor in him asking so many questions (with your permission) about how it works

It will hit him later that he's a pirate in love with a merfolk and the dramatic appeal of it will make him insufferable for weeks

Asra

They already knew, they've been one of your closest friends for years

The crazy part was when you woke up without any memories after he brought you back, and that meant that you didn't know

It's been its own challenge to take care of you this first week, you're disoriented and dysfunctional, and they're so relieved to have you back, but they don't have any experience with caring for someone in your state

So yeah, it was a week before he decided to try giving you a proper bath

It's going smoothly, you were surprisingly chill when they lowered you into the water

But for the first time you are feeling yourself submerged, and you're suddenly aware of the sensation of wanting to stretch out your legs after being curled up, so you do

Now Asra's turning around from grabbing the soap to see you thrashing wildly, tail out and very startled by what your body is doing

He's able to calm you down and help you figure out how to switch back and forth, but he's also noticing the state your tail is in

You had spent all your time before the plague caring for others, and it's been sitting dormant since you woke up, it needs the same rehab that the rest of your body does

But what breaks their heart the most is how your scales are all dull, some of them cracked or chipped or peeling, and they don't know the first thing about tail care, and clearly neither do you at the moment

Which is why every merfolk trader in Vesuvia knows his name now

They spent countless afternoons in the markets asking questions, taking notes, and collecting the right products

He doesn't mind the mess, which is why he never thinks to help you clean it up

Nadia

She has been wanting to take you to her childhood haunts since she met you, and now it's finally happening!

It's been months since she suggested it, you've both been very busy rebuilding Vesuvia, and she likes planning things out so they'll be perfect

But now you're taking a week at her summer palace getaway by the sea, and you literally don't have any memories of the last time you were able to swim somewhere like this

As soon as she's ready to go down to the water with you you're diving in

To say you're ecstatic is an understatement

You're very happy living as a human, but right now you're really getting to experience your roots and it's incredible

Nadia's surprised, to say the least

You never mentioned it, she never noticed any signs of it, is this why you eat so much seafood?

Should she instruct the palace chefs to expand your food options? Should she facilitate more moments like this where you can swim? Does your tail need regular exercise? Why didn't she see this when you used her bath?

Now you're circling back to the sand to invite her in with you, and realizing that you didn't give her any warning that you'd take off like that

She approaches you with a list of questions, but they die in her throat when she sees you in your element

You're glowing from the exercise, your face is shining with excitement and happiness, and your form in the water is the most breathtaking thing she's ever seen

She'll take your hand and let you pull her through the water

She makes multiple adjustments when you get back to the palace to make sure you're well provided for

Muriel

He lives off of the land, nobody is more comfortable with non-human species than he is

Though he doesn't interact with many water affiliated species, he's a trees and rocks kinda guy

He could sense that you weren't fully human from the time he met you, but he never thought it was worth bringing it up

You are you, whatever that is, just the fact that you run a shop and talk to people all day long is way more remarkable to him

But he does notice after a while of living together that you begin to get antsy, you keep stretching out your legs and taking weirdly big breaths

You end up suggesting to him that the two of you go down to the shore a little ways away from the city to camp over night

He's happy to do that, if that's what's been bothering you

Really, you just want full access to a body of water. Muriel doesn't have a tub anywhere in the hut and the forest is all streams, you haven't been able to swim or clean up properly in weeks

You'd been planning to help him set up camp when you arrived, but just the sight of the sun glinting off of the waves has you sprinting to the shoreline

As soon as he sees the way you dive in and shift, it clicks for him

Now the restlessness makes sense, why didn't you say anything earlier?

He's very happy to get everything organized by himself, you do come back and offer to help but he sends you back to the water with a shy request for eel, if you can find it

You do find it, and you have a delicious dinner together

He builds you a bath outside where the water can flow through it

He goes with you to the shore every time you need to take care of your tail now to watch you swim (and help you carry back the eels)

Portia

She had her suspicions before you two even got together

She grew up on the coast and spent years on a pirate ship, she's plenty familiar with what merfolk are like

She just noticed all the little clues, exactly like a detective from one of her favorite books

The unusually fluid way your chest moved when you inhaled, your preference for fresh seafood, the way you always folded your legs together when you were resting, your uncanny sense of smell

She was a little surprised that you never talked about it, but she figured maybe living as a human was your personal preference or perhaps you had bad memories associated with it

So she never brought it up, and you never thought to tell her

One afternoon the two of you are strolling through the marketplace together, picking up groceries and odds and ends to have around the cottage

She's keeping an eye out for new toys for Pepi, and then she hears you casually mention that oh yeah, you're running low on polish

What silver polish, there's tubs of it at home

Oh, scale polish, that makes sense - wait - you're talking about your tail, this is new, Arcana help her how does she respond

You see her fumbling and realize you never mentioned it before, and now you're both frantically explaining yourselves to each other in the middle of the marketplace

As soon as she realizes you're comfortable being open about it, she's all in

She clears her schedule for "tail day" every few weeks and will sit on the bathroom floor with you, hair tied up and sleeves rolled back, helping you reach all the tricky spots and telling you stories so you don't get bored

Lucio

He didn't really find out in the best moment

He doesn't know something unless you spell it out for him, so the concept of you being anything besides human never came close to touching his brain

So to say he was blindsided is an understatement

The two of you were on one of your more intense jobs, cornering and freeing a villager who'd accepted a deal with a demon and subsequently gone crazy

The sheepish look he gave you when you first got the details of the assignment will make you smile for years

Anyways, you two are perfectly suited for the job

He's in charge of tracking and trapping your target, and then while they're distracted, you'll leap in and break their chains

At least that's how it was supposed to go

The target noticed you too early and cast a spell to revert you to your true form, since they could sense you were using some kind of magic to appear as you did and assumed they were calling a bluff

You can still use magic in mer form, it's just awkward to do so sprawled across a leafy forest floor

You free the villager easily since they're so caught off guard, but the spell's effects linger for another hour

Lucio has to carry you back with an apologetic villager trailing behind you

At first he's a little hurt, why were you hiding such a pretty thing from him?

But once you tell him it slipped your mind to mention it, he's all over it

Now he regularly begs you to shift for him anytime it's remotely convenient, so he can admire and play with your tail some more

[leupagus]

Beard and Nate: friends to enemies to God I hope they get to be friends again

One thing I found interesting about this episode is Beard and Jane's axe-throwing date with the bespoke Nate Crotch Targets. Leaving aside Beard's 17 axes, which he cannot imagine having in a different country (and I do love that at some point between probably season 1 and 2, when he and Ted decided to stay in the UK for the forseeable future instead of going home after those first four months, Beard had his axes shipped and has added to the pile since then. Also that Ted is aware of Beard's axe problem), the vitriol of that is something that's really narratively significant, I think. Because it speaks to the fact that Beard has not remotely forgiven Nate for what he did. And I think that says a lot about Beard as a person, and as a friend.

Beard and Ted have been friends for a long time — long before Wichita (remember, they were only there for one year) — and whatever their past may be, they have a loyalty to each other that is really remarkable. Yes, Beard came to the UK along with Ted; but Ted must have insisted on them as a package deal, and Beard would have a pretty nice salary from Richmond too, not to mention comparable company housing to Ted's pad. They're very close and comfortable talking about complicated, messy emotional stuff with each other — part of the reason the Diamond Dogs formed was because Ted and Beard's rapport began to expand to encompass Higgins and Nate. He sees those two as similar kinds of men, willing to honestly express their feelings and mutually support each other.

And then Nate starts to change.

Beard and Ted first clock it in the very first episode of season 2, in Nate's attitude toward Will (which I think is more Nate repeating the mistakes that his father made with him than Nate actively reveling in abuse — I have a whole BOOK I want to write about Lloyd and Nate's conversation in this past episode, I absolutely cried, don't look at me). Neither of them say anything, which I think would be a mistake if this was real life but in the show is meant to reflect the idea that "sometimes you can let people make mistakes and improve on their own, but sometimes you have to step in early." But Beard, throughout the season, watches Nate a little more carefully, and then when Nate really goes over the line with Colin, he finally steps in. Nate makes his public apology to Colin and things are seemingly fine — remember, Nate's awful comment to Will happens out of Beard's sight.

But Beard obviously doesn't stop watching Nate, because he figures out pretty much instantly that Nate was Trent's source for the story about Ted's panic attacks. Not only that, but the first thing Nate does when Beard sees him is to ask where Roy is, and then lie to him when Beard makes a pretty blatant comment about the article. Then later, when they're all talking with Roy about the Jamie & Keeley situation and Nate confesses about the kiss, Beard makes the flat "I'd be happy to punch you in the face" comment. Because from his perspective, Nate's done something absolutely awful and won't even admit to it, even though he'll readily admit to trying to kiss Keeley. (I'm not making any claims as to which one is "worse," but the show clearly wants to portray Nate talking to Trent as the bigger problem.) Then you have the fight between Nate and Ted (which Ted 10000% told Beard about, I cannot imagine a world where he didn't), the ripped sign, and Nate leaving the club to coach for Rupert Mannion.

As far as Beard can see, Nate took what Beard and Ted had given him — not the assistant coachship, but the camaraderie and trust — and used it to hurt Ted in the most cowardly way possible.

And I don't think Beard is right.

We still don't know exactly why or how Nate told Trent about the panic attacks (what I wouldn't give for THAT flashback), but I think the folks who assume he did it to advance his own career or at the behest of Rupert or something are way off. I think Nate's anger at Ted is a whole other essay, and this past episode has really made it clear how much it's tangled up in his expectations for himself as well as for his father-figures, but I don't think that it's something Beard has been able to understand. All he sees is the fallout from Nate and Ted's broken friendship, and the grief that caused Ted this past year. He's only seen the pain on one side and not the other.

So we have Beard celebrating Nate's departure from West Ham, despite (and maybe because of) the fact that Ted's already forgiven Nate. We see Beard slowly trusting Trent — who after all did write the article but who wasn't Ted's friend or confidante at the time and owed him absolutely nothing — but still willing to erect boundaries when he wants to (even if he pulls them down within 30 seconds). And what I hope we get in the next two episodes is Beard understanding Nate more and accepting that his friend still needs him.

And that his friend is Nate.

[starlingflight]

Hiiii!

I just wanted to butt in and say how much I love your hinny fanfics especially the once’s set in hbp. (I’m not going to say how many times I have reread them, it’s too embarrassing 🙈) The way you write them, the banter and chemistry!! Honestly sometimes it feels like I’m eavesdropping on someone else conversation because you make them seem so real. I love the pinning. :)

It’s fun to read about how tortured harry is and how he feels ‘normal’ and not under so much pressure when Ginny is around! I have a suggestion if you don’t mind (ignore this otherwise and accept my apology <3). I would love to read something you about Harry pinning over Ginny while she is with Dean and see his thoughts. The monster in his chest! I love reading about the early stages of their relationship it’s so cute! Or something like that

I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope you know that your writing is spectacular!!

Hi anon!

First of all, thank you so, so, so much for this! It literally made my day! The idea that anyone re-reads my fics makes me so happy, I can't even explain 🥺🥺🥺

And now I fear I must disappoint you 😭 I've tried writing this prompt three different ways, and I can't make it work… I very rarely explore Ginny's relationship with Dean until they're broken up and there's a reason for that (I hope you're ready for some less than complimentary takes about my two faves): Both Harry and Ginny use Dean as a coping mechanism.

Ginny stays with Dean way longer than she should, to an extent it's almost out of character for her. Why? In my opinion, because if she breaks up with Dean, she has to deal with something that's increasingly staring her in the face, the fact that Harry likes her, and despite all the work she's done on herself, she still wants to drop everything to be with him. It's an uncomfortable realisation for someone as independent as Ginny.

The sheer force of her feelings for Harry is a lot for her to accept, and it's easier for her to just stay with Dean who, while nice, inspires no such depth of emotion. It's not fair to Dean, but it's a self-preservation tactic that Ginny appears to be subconsciously committed to throughout HBP.

Now, onto the reason I'm struggling to write your lovely (and appreciated) request. Harry James Potter, number 1 avoider of emotions, actually finds the Dean relationship very convenient tbh. Do you know who doesn't have to deal with their ever-increasing feelings for their best friend's little sister? The guy whose best friend's little sister has a boyfriend.

There's a large section of HBP after Harry sees the Dinny kiss (and the chest monster is born), where Ginny lingers at the back of Harry's mind (and in his dreams) but he never really consciously dwells on his feelings for Ginny. Harry isn't ready to face it, and he doesn't have to because Ginny has a boyfriend.

It's only when Ginny and Dean break up that Harry starts to panic, not that Ginny won't reciprocate his feelings, only that Ron will be mad. It's one of the reasons I love hinny as a couple… on some level they both know. Even when neither of them want to haha.

Harry never views Dean as an obstacle in canon, because really he's not (sorry Dean, I still love you). I think he probably had very fleeting moments of envy (I wrote about Harry not liking Ginny wearing Dean's West Ham jumper 😅), but I don't think Harry believes for a moment that Dean is competition (I did write him having a little crisis of confidence about Dean post sectumsempra incident in FAIY, but that's really just Harry looking for ways to make himself feel bad because of his guilt). Dean is just a convenient reason for Harry not to deal with a messy emotional situation.

Really, is it any wonder Dean smashes that glass?

Anyway, apologies for the essay, I do really appreciate being sent prompts and I wish I could fulfil this one to your satisfaction! I hope someone with a slightly different hinny interpretation than me might be inspired by it ❤️❤️❤️

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How do you feel about an actors au?

I've actually been thinking of one for a bit

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First off, Price runs a security company in this AU which is how I think I would tie everything together

Alejandro has been an actor since he was a teenager. He and Rudy are still childhood friends and he's been in love with him for a while but Rodolfo doesn't want a life in the spotlight/doesn't think Alejandro is in love with him

Alejandro and Valeria had a fake relationship for publicity of a movie they had together and Alejandro wasn't allowed to tell Rodolfo it was fake because of a toxic manager

It ended really messy, too, even though both hated the fake relationship

Valeria is a child actress trying to break free from that squeaky clean innocent persona

She and Alejandro hire Price's company for their security

Eventually, Alejandro and Rodolfo do get together, but they have to keep their relationship secret for Rodolfo's safety since Alejandro has a couple of crazy fans

Rodolfo has a hard time with this, even if he understands it's important

This isn't relevant, but Rodolfo is a photographer and did Alejandro's headshots early in his career

Ghost, Soap, and Roach have been dating for a while. Roach and Soap are publically dating and Ghost is head of their security team because they're dealing with an active stalker

He doesn't completely work for Price, but Price is where he started and he goes through Price for the rest of the members of the security team and Price is the only other person with as high of authority over Soap and Roach's security

Soap got his start in soap operas, where Roach started out as a musician but retired when he was attacked by a crazy fan and lost his voice because of it

Neither are particularly careful with their own safety, despite Roach's rampant PTSD, and Ghost is this close to putting them in glass boxes on high shelves

STOP HUGGING RANDOM FANS

YOU HAVE A STALKER, CARE ABOUT YOUR SAFETY

Alex and Farah work for Price's security team, Farah is actually pretty high up in it

Gaz is an actor and he's known to have a father/son relationship with Price, so Price puts a lot of care into his safety

Alex is Gaz's closest security guard because Price trusts him, though he's threatened Alex not to sleep with Gaz before

(It has not worked, but hey, Price gets points for trying)

Alex and Price are kind of hardasses about Gaz's safety, which gets on his nerves, but he appreciates that they care

However, he doubts every fan with a hoodie is carrying a gun

Malika actually isn't an actress, she's being protected as a favor from Price after a crazy stalker kidnapped her for a few weeks when she was a kid and then won't leave her alone, now

Farah has been head of her security team since shortly after she joined the company, she and Ghost frequently bond over the stresses of being in love with the people whose security and safety are their highest priority

Farah is deeply protective over the members of her team and knows them all personally.

Laswell co-owns the security company and mostly does administrative parts of it, her wife is a retired actress

Nikolai is a private investigator that Price contracts (and fucks but that's irrelevant)

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Having Kendall's Child Would Include:

Requested: Could you please do hcs of having Kendall’s kid really love ur work &lt;333 - anon

A/N: Kinda based off this headcanon, but in a different way. I'm pretty sure in the show it's canon that he can't have kids, and I want to include as many people as possible, so it's more like adopting a child with him instead of having a baby :) I just think it's more realistic to the show and more inclusive! I hope you don't mind! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Kendall makes it very clear from the beginning of your relationship he can't have kids. He fears that might be a deal breaker, that you won't want to be with him. You love him. Nothing could change your mind about that

When you do decide you want to start a family, you bring Rava and the kids in to discuss it, too. This was more of your idea than his. You want to be sure this is something everyone's gotta be okay with. You don't want to upset the kids or Rava. Neither does he, though he gives it a lot less thought than you do

They're ecstatic for you! This is a huge deal and Rava 100% supports you, though she does want to warn you. . .

Kendall isn't always the most attentive dad in the world. He tries as best he can, but he's a lot like his father. He prides himself on that. She doesn't want to discourage you, but it's definitely something to be aware of

You go through with the adoption and within a year you have a beautiful little toddler. You have their room all made up with lots of toys and lots of parenting books read and you both feel ready not to feel ready. Kids are a lot. They come with their individual challenges and passions and personalities

They're giggly and moody and they make the same expressions as Kendall that are so similar it's scary. They love you and him instantly. You love them more than life itself. You would do anything for them

You're careful with them around the family. You've seen Logan hit Iverson before. If he laid a hand on your baby you don't know what you'd do. You'd lose it. You might have to kill him

Rava and the kids are the first people to meet them and they, too, fall in love. The kids can't believe how little they are and even Rava comments of the faces they make that resemble Ken

His siblings are a little less enthusiastic. Connor adores them, of course. He can't believe he's an uncle again. Him and Willa want to eat them up. Roman jingles a toy in front of their face, making a comment about yet another offspring Logan will never call his own. You have to calm Kendall down before going back in. Shiv likes them, she thinks they're cute, but she isn't very affectionate either, keeping her distance. To her, toddlers are messy and sticky and they always have something in their mouth. She's not wrong, but still

Marcia adores them when she does meet them. They still have their chubby baby legs she loves. You don't let them near Logan knowing he'll have the same reaction that Roman says

One of you always reads them to be each night. Kendall is a natural, sitting with them, doing silly voices. You can't help but watch from the doorway, falling in love with him all over again

Kendall is a deeply insecure father. He doesn't feel like he's doing anything right at all ever. When he gives them a bath, the water is always too cold or too hot. Did he cut up their food small enough? Do they even like him? Should they like him? Is he a likable person? A lovable dad? He spirals. You have to talk him down

They love falling asleep on Kendall. It prevents him from doing anything, especially working, but he never minds at all

"Y/n, take a picture."

His phone is full of their chubby baby face. Asleep, eating, playing, smiling, everything

They hear you say his name so much they eventually start to call him that. It makes you laugh every time

"Kenny."

"Dada."

"Kenny."

Every time he goes to correct them they giggle in his face

You still have a year or two, but you know you've already got an in at the best preschool's in the city. You're a Roy now, that holds power

You get scared that they're growing up too fast. They know shapes and colors and animals and with every new word it makes you feel like your baby is growing up too fast

"Next thing you know, they'll be in college."

"Why would you say that, I'm gonna cry!"

When they throw tantrums Kendall freezes up. Dealing with big emotions has never been his thing. He was never taught how to deal with them himself let alone handle someone else's. You rub their back and talk them down, getting them to explain as best they can what's wrong. He definitely takes notes, but is still scared to deal with it alone

When Logan is on tv they run up and point and yell "Papa!"

It's the sweetest thing you've ever seen

Lots of playdates with their half-siblings

You don't want to raise them the way Kendall was raised, with nannies and chefs and a whole team that wasn't his mother and father. You are a hands on parent and you expect Kendall to be

When this whole business of successor starts, you make it very clear to Kendall that whatever happens at the office stays at the office. You knew Rava had the same rule. It didn't always work, but he was aware of it at least

"I have to stay late again, I-I'm sorry."

"You're missing out on them growing up."

"I'm sorry."

Once this whole business starts, you see less of him. He tries to be there when he can for bath time and dinner, but he also can't let go of what he was promised when he was a child

They talk to him on the phone when he can't see them before bed

"Goodnight, I love you. Daddy loves you."

"Goodnight Dada."

They have the same expressions and yes, they do pick up on his lingo aka they hear him say fuck a lot and repeat it

Kendall takes trips with them to the park nearby when he's stressed. Walking them while he pushes their stroller. He points out the bird and dogs and they wave to other kids. It helps him think

It pains him to be away from them, when he gets the pictures you send, but he knows that what he's doing is important, too

You don't have the heart to tell him that he will never get Logan's approval. You will raise your child with your endless approval so they'll never feel the way he does

They love this one stuffed animal he gets after he's away. They don't go anywhere without them. The only time you can wash it is when they're asleep and that's if you're willing to take the chance of them waking up without it

They name it Bunny despite not actually being a bunny

They don't meet Caroline until her wedding where she makes not so great comments about their chubby arms and legs. You make a mental note not to leave her alone with them again. . .

When they get sick he calls out of work. Every hiccup, every fever, every whine and he wants to run to a doctor. You're not as afraid given you know that your toddler is indestructible. You both stay up with them though and let them sleep in your bed. Once their fever has broken and they begin to act like them self again you can finally breathe a huge sigh of relief

Losing Bunny is the literal end of the world

"I want Bunny!"

"We're looking baby."

There is no rationalization with a toddler

Kendall loves taking them to the beach. They sit where the water ends at the shore and scream when he takes them in deeper. Everything is so full of sand and yes, they eat some of it. You love seeing them happy together

They always sleep well after a trip to the beach, all three of you do

Having them makes you want a dozen more, though you settle on maybe one or two more kids in a few years, when you're out of the terrible toddler years, which aren't as terrible as everyone says

Being a parent has taught you a lot, but especially about what went wrong in your childhood. You've never ever felt the need to yell at them or make them feel scared. To assert yourself as a dominant figure or to guilt them into loving you. You're taking it upon yourself to break those generational cycles. You hope Kendall can, too. Time will only tell