#chase just wants to go home but no one lets him

[harpsinfinity]

An eventful reunion

Leon kennedy X afab!fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

To feel, to hold you was a blessing after being kept away from you for so long. The countless days and nights Leon had dreamt of holding you. Now that he was free from whatever freak of nature monsters were after him, he could indulge. Indulge in you, his love.

"oh fuck angel- I've missed this"

He grunted, face hidden in the crook of your neck as he pushed in and out of you at a slow, gentle pace. He had laced your fingers together and crushed you with his body weight. He wanted, no he needed to be as close to you as possible.

The soft moans you fed into his ear made his head spin and cock twitch inside of you. It almost didn't feel real, yet it was. Your body was so soft against his, untouched by the harsh world around, not tainted like his. His rough, calloused skin from all the years of fighting and pain.

But right now, he was free from that. He was free to feel the soft curves of your waist, the swell of your chest, the silky locks of hair on your head. He had it all, he never wanted to let it go. He couldn't.

Your voice, your beautiful, soft voice brought him back to the real world he was in, calling out to him like a saviour, a lifeline. You were the one to bring him clarity, sense. Without you, the world didn't make sense, like you were the missing puzzle piece in his life.

"Leon, baby, missed this too, missed you. Wanted nothing more than to see your face"

Leon felt his heart swell and his chest puff out, he needed you like he needed air. You were his everything. His lips connected with yours once more, no toungue, no teeth smashing together, no. Just sweet and gentle, slotting together like they were made for eachother.

From your angle, he looked so beautiful. The moonlight shone through his golden locks, those ocean eyes gazing into yours with such a lovesick, sweet gaze. He looked ethereal, like a carefully sculpted statue. It made you want to come on the spot right there and then

You gasp softly as one of his hand leaves yours to rub a rough thumb on your twitching clit. Earning and whimper from you, paired with clamping down on him, causing a groan to erupt from his throat. His adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly at the ethereal sight beneath him.

His hips increased in speed all that slightly, both chasing his and your orgasm. You moaned into the kiss, heat pooling in your stomach and beginning to push you onto the edge. Your grip tightening on his hands.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your head tipped back. Giving him the chance to plaster even more soft, slow kisses which had your head reeling. It was so soft, so intimate. This kind of sex has you so pliant and melty beneath him, it was definitely your favourite part of welcoming him back home.

"come on honey, give it to me, you can do it"

Your soft ah ah ah's begin to increase in volume and frequency as your eyes roll back and your form trembles and twitches beneath him. Leon could feel himself getting close, he was trying to hold himself to get the opportunity to come at the same time as you.

"mhh- Leon, I love you !" You squeal as you smush your lips to his desperately as you tipped over the edge, your release coating him and the sheets. You went limp, laying there and taking the rest of his short, gentle thrusts.

Leon groaned, letting himself go shortly after you, warm come painting your slick walls. You both bask in the afterglow, bundled in Leon's strong, bulky arms. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing a sigh of content with you at the now proper reunion you two had. Beginning to fade out of consciousness, Leon murmurs his reply, his voice sweet like honey.

"I love you always, my angel"

[insomniadreamzz]

Request: So I have a naughty or nice thingy with Top sevika x brat reader where the reader is teasing her and sevika decides whether you are naughty or nice. maybe a little prey predator kink chase and if readers caught shes fucked ... 10/10 if G!p.

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Naughty or Nice?

Mentions of G!P, spanking, brat fem!Reader getting punished

G!P Sevika x Fem!Reader

Of course you and Sevika were spending Christmas eve at the Last Drop. You couldn’t say no to her idea even though you preferred a more cozy evening with your girlfriend together. But well…Sevika just loved hanging out there and spending time with her is always beautiful no matter where.

So like every evening Sevika was gambling and drinking and you sat beside her, not into that kind of game she played but you watched and drinked your own drink.

A few hours passed and you began to feel really bored. And this boredom will make you be in trouble later.

Your hand moved to her thigh under the table, gently caressing her as you rest your head against Sevika‘s shoulder, you can feel her side eyeing you but that didn’t stop you. You continued, your hand slowly reaching to her inner thighs near her crotch and you can feel her shift a little, a grumble leaving her lips. „Baby…stop that.“ She said after exhaling her smoke, focused on her cards. „But I am not doing anything…focus on your game before the guys you playin with will notice.“ You said, hand brushing over her crotch and then going back to her thigh again, making Sevika get clearly nervous. „Ugh…I told you to stop.“

„What’s going on? Is your girlfriend distracting you?“ One of the guys playing with her mocked her with a disgusting grin, making Sevika roll her eyes. „At least I have a girlfriend.“ She mocked him back, making him look down at his cards again with a grunt. You already knew your teasing will have consequences but you didn’t care.

Later at home you walked happily in your living room, seeing Sevika sitting on the couch as she looked at you with a raised eyebrow. „So? What was that before?“ She asked you and you played innocent, straddling her lap. „I don’t know what you mean. Everything was fine, you won.“ You chuckled, leaning down to her, your lips almost touched but you didn’t kiss her, you wanted to let her chase for what she wanted. „And by the way…its a beautiful day today. Tomorrow is Christmas!“ You cheered, leaning back as you placed a christmas hat on Sevika, chuckling at the sight of her looking at you confused. She definitely expected a kiss and not that. Her strong hand grabbing your hip as her patience got thinner, a grin on her face. „So?? I guess Santa has to decide now if you have been naughty or nice.“ She said with a more lustful low voice, making you shiver but you didn’t give in that fast.

Well…you jumped off her lap, with a wide grin, it happened so sudden she didn’t have time to process it and keep you right where you were. „Then you need to get me first.“ You stuck out your tongue before running away, making her follow you. You expected her to stay there in confusion but she was close behind you as you stood in the bedroom, chuckling to yourself. Your breath hitched as you felt hers on your neck before she whispered into your ear. „A prey should never run from a predator…it makes it only more exciting to catch you.“

You turn around in shock, not expecting that at all but you didn’t show her that you were surprised. „Is that so?“ You kept with your teasing before Sevika pushed you, making you fall on the bed, your back hitting the mattress as you whined softly, more with excitement. „Hnn…I guess you catched me here…poor me.“

You watched as she unbuckled her pants, exposing her hard member in front of you which drove you already crazy, making it only better when she hovers over you, both her hands, human and mechanic one resting beside your head. „You have been very very naughty…I think you need a lesson.“ She purred out, clearly not being able anymore to hold back as she closed the gap between you two, kissing you deeply meanwhile her hands move down to take off your pants and panties, revealing your excitement towards her as she pulled back, looking at your lustful expression, she knew she had you and you only wondered how she could look this cute and hot at the same time, not sure if she still knows about the Christmas hat but you didn’t mention it, finally wanting her to punish you for being so naughty.

„You think you will just get what you want so badly after being this bad? Come on, don’t be silly. Turn around.“ She commanded, knowing you loved looking at her during sex but that she won’t give you today. „What if I don’t want to?“ You got back to your previous behavior, making her sigh before she made you turn, Sevika was so much stronger you had no chance. In seconds you were on all fours, ass up for her. „I gave you a chance, you won’t get a second chance.“

You felt her hand squeezing your ass before spanking it, making you whine in response and grab the bed sheets under you. „Fuck!…“ You didn’t think she would really punish you but Sevika made sure you will remember this night very well. After a few more spanks, your legs were already shaking from the good pain, your ass cheeks being all red. „That’s a good girl…now you deserve a little more.“ She cooed, moving her arm around you to reach your dripping pussy, running her fingers gently along your wet folds and plays a little bit with your clit, making you squirm. „F-Fuck me already…“ You mumbled with a little whine, removing her fingers as she shoved them into your mouth, letting you suck her fingers and taste yourself on them, making you moan. „What was that?“ She asked, removing her finger from your mouth before giving your ass another slap, gaining another whine from you. „F-fuck me already! Please…“ You couldn’t take it anymore so you obeyed and that made Sevika smirk, having you right there where she wanted you.

Finally she moved her cock inside if you, beginning to thrust into you as she held your hips, keeping you in place. Both of you ending up being a moaning mess, the way she went so deep into you making you feel every inch of her, it was just driving you almost over the edge, you secretly wanted this all evening and finally you got it.

Her movements became harder and faster, making you reach your orgasm with her deep thrusts, your legs shaking as you lift up your feet, her cumming right after you as she felt you clench around her cock, of course not pulling out, she wanted to fill you up with everything she had, her grip getting tighter on you as she came, probably leaving marks there. „Ughh! Fuck! Good girl…“ She moaned out and that was everything you wanted to hear.

After you ride out your orgasm, she pulled out, watching a little of her cum dripping out of you before you collapsed in the bed, panting heavily.

Sevika made sure to keep you close in her arms until you fully calmed down, placing a kiss on your lips. „Good girl…you were so nice for me…“

[bullet-prooflove]

The way you smile, the way you walk

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @alisbackalleybbq @mia1653 @privatetruths

Companion piece to:

Thrill of the Chase (NSFW) - Rip has always loved the thrill of the chase.

 If You Want Me, You Can Have Me - They say that Rip Wheeler doesn't have a heart.

Stay Tonight - Rip asks to stay the night.

Use Your Words (NSFW) - Rip teases you.

Clover - Rip comforts you.

When you walk into the bar that night Rip can’t take his eyes off you. You’re wearing a white lace country dress that falls just above your knees and a pair of brown cowboy boots that used to belong to your mother. You’re the prettiest damn thing in this place and he’s not the only one that knows it. He sees the way other men look at you, like you’re the next notch on their bedpost.

They don’t know that he spends every single night, fucking you into the mattress, reminding you of exactly who you belong to.

“That dress would look good on my bedroom floor.” One cowboy calls out and you roll your eyes because this shit it’s nothing new.

“Oh Johnny, you couldn’t handle a girl like me.” You bat back, giving him the middle finger as you drift by. “I’d rather clip your balls off than give you the time of day.”

The other fellas they titter at the comment, they’ve seen you in action on their farms. They know you were an army vet before you retired to take on your father’s practice. Johnny though, he’s new. He didn’t get the memo you’re not someone to be fucked with.

Which is why he gets a punch to the face when he grabs you by the arm and hauls you towards him like a fucking ragdoll. Blood explodes from his nose with a loud crack as his head snaps back at the force of the blow. Rip’s too stunned to move, he just watches as you look down at the crimson spatter blossoming on your dress as you shake out your fist, muttering.

“Fucking asshole.”

There’s two ways things go when you get punched in the face, you fight or you stay the hell down. Johnny, he’s a fighter. A roar cuts through the bar as he comes back at you fists flailing and that’s when Rip’s instincts take over. He’s off that stool in seconds, forcing himself between you and the threat.

“Touch her and it will be the last thing you ever fucking do.” He says, his dark eyes filled with malice as they meet Johnny’s. He has a couple of inches on his asshole and a whole lot of muscle. It should be enough to make him back down but he’s too drunk or too stupid to read a fucking room.

“She fucking owes me.” He snarls, his gaze coming to land on you, blood still streaming from his nose.

“That sense of entitlement is what got you a broken nose in the first place.” Rip reminds him as he places a hand on his hip revealing his gun. “Now if I were you I’d kindly fuck off before I pistol whip the shit out of you for laying hands on my girl.”

He stands down then, Rip watches the fight go out of him as he spits on the floor and then turns his back on the two of you, retreating to his buddies. Rip turns towards you and sighs as he takes in the mess that’s been made of your pretty white dress. He was really looking forward to getting that dance tonight and now the whole date is ruined.

“Come on darlin.” He says as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and guides you towards the door. “Let’s get you home so we can burn that fucking thing.”

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[mama-qwerty]

Sonic 3 - Knuckles

Okay, so I’ve been wanting to do some deep dives into the different characters of Sonic 3, addressing their motivations, reactions, and mindsets throughout the film.

And first, to absolutely no one’s surprise, is Knuckles.

Buckle up, kidlets. This’ll get LOOOOONG.

Sonic 3 spoilers ahead

At the beginning of the film, we see Knuckles being competitive, but not aggressively so. From the first few minutes we see him, we notice he’s not leaning hard into his warrior role. He’s not taking every competition as some serious challenge to his status, and overall seems much more relaxed than we’d seen him up to this point.

The events of the series helped to temper him, to show him that it’s okay to have fun, it’s okay to unclench sometimes, and it’s okay to be the kid he is. He’s part of a new family, a new tribe, and he’s thriving in it.

Yet when the opportunity arises to go into battle once more, he’s ready to do so. He’s eager for a challenge, and Shadow gave him more of a fight than he was expecting. He got his tail handed to him, and although he was likely injured to some degree, his pride was what really took the pounding.

But he shook it off.

Shadow kicked all three of their butts, easily, and instead of getting angry and losing himself to that rage, he followed Sonic’s lead to pull back so they could regroup and get some more information.

The Knuckles of Sonic 2 would not have done that. That Knuckles attacked Sonic without warning, without getting all the facts, without allowing his opponent to properly fight back. Picked himself back up after getting run over by a speeding car and gave chase. Attacked the car, holding on even when it flew over the edge of a cliff. Threw himself off a plane so he could attack a giant robot, without contemplating or coordinating any other plans or angles of attack first.

That Knuckles would have seethed after Shadow’s victory, angry that he’d been bested, and eager for a rematch as soon as possible.

But he didn’t. He listened to Sonic.

At the Chao Garden we see him having a little fun at Tails’ expense. They’d just engaged in a battle with a stronger, unknown foe, and lost, but he’s relaxed enough to engage playfully with his brothers, and take in the atmosphere of the restaurant.

Ya know what that showed? It showed that Knuckles had accepted Sonic and Tails as his allies, people he could trust and look to for alternate strategies in any challenge. Were he on his own, he would have hunted Shadow down endlessly, much like he did with the Master Emerald, to restore his perceived lost honor.

But he’s not on his own anymore. He looks to Sonic and Tails for their thoughts on a situation, and trusts them when it seems his own brand of dealing with something is ineffective.

Once they follow Stone and realize his identity, Knuckles doesn’t immediately engage in battle over the events of the last movie. Even when they go aboard the crab bot and see Robotnik, Knuckles still doesn’t immediately attack. He doesn’t threaten the man, or exhibit any anger toward him over the way Robotnik double crossed him, stole the ME right out from under him, and left him for dead.

When Tails admits that working with Robotnik is the only way to find who’s behind releasing Shadow, Knuckles agrees. He trusts his youngest brother’s ideas, as he knows the fox is more clever and able to see a bigger picture than he is. If Tails says this is a good idea, especially if it involves technology and finding a foe that seems otherwise untrackable, then Knuckles will agree.

Surprising no one, Robotnik double crossed them, and they only managed to escape thanks to Knux’s quick thinking and strong bite reflex.

Back home, he happily let Tails take the lead once more, concocting a plan to get into GUN HQ and retrieve the second key to prevent the use of the Eclipse Cannon.

Knuckles is a great warrior. He kept himself alive for the ten-ish years he traveled the galaxy, searching for Sonic and clues to the Master Emerald. He can face down nearly any foe. But his strength is a full frontal assault, not so much stealth and espionage. He himself knows this, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

It may have simply seemed like an easy few jokes regarding his desire to “break the glass”, but this is a dangerous mission, and he doesn’t like to feel like he’s simply sitting on his hands, waiting for his turn in battle. He knows Tails’ plan is a good one. He knows going in fists first isn’t going to get them anywhere. But it still bothers him that he is told to simply “wait until we need you.”

But he was there when they did. He acted the moment he was called into action. Everything he did was to further the plan, to keep his tribe safe. And to him, crushing the floor pad controller should have stopped the machine from functioning. When he’d accidentally crushed the toaster at home, it stopped working. Same with Sonic’s cell phone. And Maddie’s. And the VR headset that he totally didn’t freak out over.

Electronics are delicate, and if they are broken, then the thing they are designed to do will stop, too.

But it didn’t work that way, and instead he was lifted into the air, unable to help. His tribe was trapped, and the building he’d destroyed on the way in was threatening them. And he couldn’t help them.

And everything just went downhill from there.

Tom was hurt, and Maddie was . . . oddly quiet.

Knuckles was used to danger. To people getting hurt. He’d lost his tribe and his father all those years ago, so he wasn’t a stranger to feeling that fear or pain.

He himself had been on the receiving end of Shadow’s blows, and knew how painful it could be. But whereas he and his brothers could mostly shrug off those kinds of hits, push through those injuries within minutes, humans didn’t seem as resilient. Weren’t as ‘sturdy’ as they were. And there was a real possibility that Tom could die from such a blow.

A sobering idea.

The head of their tribe was gravely injured, and that meant Knuckles was the eldest warrior in charge. His whole demeanor changed the minute the ambulance pulled away. Gone was the more kid-like echidna, who let his brothers take the lead. He was now the eldest, the one who needed to look after the others.

Sonic was understandably angry, but when Tails tried to soothe him, the hedgehog turned his anger on the fox. Knuckles stepped between them, keeping Tails safely behind him as he focused Sonic’s anger on himself. He stayed calm and level-headed, trying to talk Sonic down. At the mention of using the Master Emerald, Knuckles still remained calm. He understood Sonic’s anger, his pain, but he knew from experience that did not make for good decisions.

And when Sonic insisted, when he threatened to fight Knuckles for it, Knuckles almost took the bait. He geared up, ready for battle, before backing down. Fighting would solve nothing. It wouldn’t take Sonic’s pain away. It wouldn’t diffuse his anger. It would only waste precious moments, and allow the Robotniks to continue with their plan to harm the planet unopposed.

Ultimately, Knuckles knew the only way to stop this weapon was for Sonic to go Super. And the only way for Sonic to go Super, was to use the Master Emerald.

And maybe, in that moment, Knuckles was hit with a sense of deja vu. It wasn’t that long ago that he himself had been so blinded by revenge he’d allowed an enemy to escape with a dangerous weapon. Had he not fought Sonic so hard, had he not been so focused on destroying the hedgehog, would he have recognized Robotnik’s plan to steal the Master Emerald for himself? Could he have stopped Robotnik before he got that close to the Emerald in the first place?

Yes. Yes he would have. If he hadn’t been so preoccupied with his anger toward Sonic—because of his association with Longclaw, and by extension the other owls—if he hadn’t been so enraged because his entire tribe had fallen that day, all those years ago, then he would have noticed Robotnik going for the Emerald. And everything that had happened after wouldn’t have.

And maybe it was that thought, that experience, that made him back off. He knew the anger inside Sonic. But he also knew Sonic’s heart, and it was that knowledge, that hope that Sonic was not so far gone, that the warrior’s heart that beat within the hedgehog’s chest would keep him from going too far.

And that was what made Knuckles let Sonic go. He didn’t approve of Sonic getting the ME while he was in that state, but they had precious little time to talk it over.

And he’d been right.

He wouldn’t quite know what happened between Sonic and Shadow, but seeing them work together to take on the Eclipse Cannon confirmed he’d made the right decision.

And when the effects of the Master Emerald wore off, and Sonic plunged toward the Earth, he trusted Tails’ idea to go after him. Sonic was falling too fast for both of them to leap out and catch up, but with that extra throw from Knuckles, Tails could reach him.

It was only a few moments later that Knuckles leapt from the failing ARK. He watched Tails grab onto Sonic, clinging to him as they plummeted, but then the fox went as limp as the hedgehog. The force of reentry had knocked him unconscious and now they both ragdolled in a freefall.

Knuckles fists were large enough to protect him as he entered the atmosphere, and he kept his eyes locked on the glint of gold as the portal ring slipped from Tails’ hand. His more streamlined form meant he descended faster, his experience with gliding aiding him as his tail acted as a rudder to maneuver the wind sheer to reach them.

Ring caught and thrown, and brothers safely tucked beneath each arm and held close to his body. The change between the atmospheres as they fell through the ring hit him like a punch to the chest, and he barely had enough time to spin them around so he took the brunt of the impact when they landed, before they hit the ground hard.

He had only one thought in his mind. PROTECT.

And when they awoke, and found that they’d been successful, he could go back to being pissed at Sonic for challenging him. Because even though everything had worked out, he didn’t like being put in the position Sonic had put him in. But when Sonic apologized, Knuckles believed he’d seen the severity of his actions. And his heart had stayed pure.

This movie proved that Knuckles is the bestest big brother, and will step up whenever necessary to ensure the safety of his tribe. That even though he’d lightened up, he will still kick ass, and take his role as protector very seriously.

I loved the way they portrayed him. He was so perfect.

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[unfriendlies]

garam listened to the sound of angel breathing, using each breath as his own white noise until the sound faded and he fell into his own slumber. unfortunately, this sleep wasn't going to be as forgiving as the night prior. for the first time in a while, he'd had a nightmare. one where he was being chased by a large, scary creature. he would duck and hide every chance he could and, for the most part, he hadn't been caught. it wasn't until the creature got a little too close and started to shift into the shape of a man, coming right at him that garam had escaped back to reality. light was pouring into the room when he'd woken up, his heart was racing and he was breathing really fast. it didn't hit him straight away that he was cuddled up next to somebody. the realization took a few seconds, trying to calm himself down by taking in each breath deeply. and when it did hit him, another wave a panic surged through him. the last thing he could remember was sitting outside of a taco truck with his friend and this surely wasn't the position he wanted to be in if he had gone home with that man. once garam found the courage, he began trying to weasel his way away from the man before looking up. ease was quick to set in when he realized it was angel but that only lasted for a few seconds when he remembered being invited back into the apartment by angel adorned simply with a towel. and now the two were in bed together. little bits of memories started to come back to him; garam leading angel back to his room, garam removing his jeans before crawling into angel's bed, then the two of them kissing. "no," he whispered, anguish in his voice as he thought the two of them might have slept together. he carefully pushed himself to sit up, fully prepared to feel pain shoot through his lower back once he was upright but he didn't feel that, there was nothing. he knew for sure that he wouldn't have been on the giving end and, after what happened, he could hardly imagine angel wanting to be the receiver. his brows furrowed for a moment as he lifted up the blanket to see that he was still wearing his shirt and underwear. then he looked to angel, he was dressed as well. there was no way anything beyond what he could remember, that being the two of them kissing, had happened last night. "you're a much better man than i am." he mumbled, knowing that he probably would have pursued for more if he hadn't drank as much. but angel didn't let anything else happen. as his expression softened, garam decided to lay back down as carefully as he could so he wouldn't wake angel up. once he was settled on his side, facing the other man again, a lifted his hand and moved to rest against the man's cheek; caressing his cheekbone with his thumb just as he'd done last night. garam moved in closer, moving his leg to rest on top of one of angel's legs as he glanced down to his lips. knowing that the two of them have already kissed, garam wanted to kiss him again but he feared the possible negative reaction angel could have if he'd gone and kissed him while he was still asleep. "angel," he whispered, drawing the man's name out in a sing-song tune. "baby... i'm hungry, we should go somewhere for breakfast." he whispered, letting his hand retrace it's steps from last night; slowly moving down, his finger tracing along angel's jaw before he let his thumb catch on the man's lower lip. it stopped there, though, forgoing the next action he'd taken last night. "i want pancakes." he added in, letting his hand fall down to the bed between them. "i also need asprin but i have no idea where you keep that."

Angel grew quiet. He watched as Garam seemed to squirm after looking between them. The man was trying rather hard not to act drunk but he was. They were pressed together. He felt everything. But if Garam wanted to hide his semi-away Angel wouldn't bring it up. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Knowing that would upset him. Tonight Garam was full of surprises. Saying he loved him made Angel’s stomach turn into knots. He didn't have the heart to tell him he simply said my love it's time for bed. He said he loved him. Garam loved him. A sadistic piece of him didn't believe it. It was the alcohol talking. How could Garam love him like this? But he quickly pushed that thought out of his head. Garam said it so he meant it right? Even cutely saying he would take care of him and that he was the best boyfriend. Angel watched the man not saying a word. Taking in this Garam as much as he could. Not wanting this moment to end. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring. Hell, today was not supposed to go like this. He wanted to make pizza and properly talk about their living situation. Instead, they had the biggest fight in their entire friendship. Angel wasn't angry. But the words from their fight would stick with him. In the back of his mind, he already blamed himself for what happened. Coming onto Axel wasn't his best moment. Even if his intentions were in the right place. And the things he said to Garam he would regret for a long time. He was brought out of his thoughts as Garam said he would make him pay. Pay for what exactly Angel had no clue. He chalked it up to his best friend drunk ramblings. Angel chuckled at the thought of what tomorrow would bring. Would Garam remember half of the things he said and did tonight. Oh he sure hoped so. He was being so cute Angel hoped he remembered every detail so he could tease him properly in the morning. In the end Angel chose to sleep. Making the decision to sleep before they both did something neither of them were ready for. Angel didn’t want their first time to be after a night like this. Garam deserved something special. He didn’t know what that looked like yet. But he was willing to wait as long as it took. He relaxed as he allowed his heavy eyelids to take over. Angel hadn't felt safe enough to sleep in quite some time. Afraid of his nightmares. But with Garam even after everything he felt safest with the man in his arms. Kissing the top of the man’s head Angel whispered he was tired. And before he knew it, he was asleep. Snoring quietly into the mans dark locks. His arms locked around him as he slipped into the deepest sleep he has had in a while.

[miladysproblems]

Percy Jackson Headcanons<33

A/n: I was at the beach and I was also going through a huge pjo wormhole so-

Warnings: one swear word?, excessive amount of fluff

Imagine you at the beach, excitedly running towards the waves in the ocean, ready to dip your feet through the gentle waves. You giddily waited. And waited. But somehow the waves never touched you. Everytime you thought they came close, the waves just whisked away. It was almost like it was teasing you.

This kept going back and front a few times when finally you hit your limit. Frustrated, you jumped forward, desperate to feel atleast a drop of ocean but it went further away. It repelled away like you and the wave were poles on the same side of a magnet.

And that's when you saw, your boyfriend, the love of your life, percy Jackson with a shit-eating grin on his face. Gods, that smile. You wanted smack him and kiss him at the time. He was such a pain in the ass and so cute and-

Not the point. You glared at him but his grin got even wider and that's when you realized at the huge wave, twice the size of your body, towering over you.

You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for the huge dump of water over you. But nothing came. You opened your eyes slowly, only to see the wave no longer but percy, still standing perfectly where he was, a few meters away from you, definitely not close enough for you to catch. But the goddamn grin was still there and pure amusement gloated on his face. That's it, you decided and you chased after him. And he ran too, laughing so beautifully- but right now you wanted nothing more than to kick his ass.

"PERCY JACKSON! YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW" The boy laughed even more if that was possible. That jerk. That beautiful jerk.

"NOPE, SWEET GIRL"

You swore the waves were laughing at you, along with percy. The waves caught up with you and tried to slow you down, you couldn't tell if it was percy who did that Or the ocean itself. But frankly you couldn't care right now. All you wanted was to catch percy. And then kiss him or beat his ass. You didn't know.

Running behind him, still deep in your thoughts, you tripped. You braced yourself for impact but nothing happened. You peaked one of your eyes open, to see the wave, the size of a small dune, supporting your back and percy running towards you, in concern.

"You okay?" He sounded breathless and gentle, which was weird considering he was still in contact with the waves which should kinda make him invincible. But it didn't sound like he was breathless from running towards you. No, not at all. He sounded breathless from seeing you fall, as if even the mere thought of seeing you hurt made his lungs constrict tighter and his heart break beat faster.

"Yeah I'm fine." You smiled softly as the wave let go of you and percy caught you instead. You were home now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him softly.

"You sure? " His voice soft and gentle, like the waves with a bit of uncertainty. Oh sweet boy. You nodded reassuringly and smiled at his demeanor. He could be be so sweet when he wasn't a pain in the ass. At your nod, percy seemed satisfied and smiled back at you softly, his gaze affectionate and soothing. You wanted to be at that moment forever.

But you also had to take your revenge. As percy leaned in, closing his eyes. You pushed him into the water but of course the waves were on their lord's side. Percy glinted at you mischievously.

"Nice try but I guess you'll have to try harder." Before you could comprehend anything, percy pulled you in the water with him and this time the waves didn't stop him.

You came up, gasped for air, still shocked.

"You asshole!" Percy had that wide beam his face that made you want to kiss him punch him. He gazed at you affectionately, like you were the one who put the sun in the sky and for a moment, his intense gaze almost made you freeze. The boy looked at you liked that half the time, yet you still couldn't get used to it. You could never get used to it.

But that would not stop you from splashing water on his face and it wouldnt stop him either. You and percy played around, just like normal people, with no monsters, no world ending quests. Just you and him. Just us.

Maybe it was the air, or it was the waves but you fell towards him and he caught you. Like always. He leaned in and he had the same gaze he had before, so affectionate and intense, it caught your breath. Again. For a moment, time seemed to stand still and as his lips grazed yours, you swore this boy would be the death of you.

Percy pulled you towards him and you let him. Because who wouldn't want to get pulled in by the allure of the ocean that engulfed around them. It was just you and him again. Against the world. As always.

P.S you hated sand stuck on your clothes so he made sure you came out dry. Perks of having the son of Poseidon as your boyfriend.

[whatwooshkai]

Gonna put in my lucky number; 4!

Heatwave can't sleep.

It's not his roommates, no, he's long gotten used to their various recharge quirks. And it's not the homesickness either, that was the worst in the beginning and he was sleeping just fine.

But he just can't sleep. No particular reason.

And that's the annoying part- if there's no discernible problem, there can't really be a solution. That's something Chase would say.

Heatwave considering waking one of them up to entertain him. That'd probably only go over well with Boulder, who's too soft sparked to get angry at him. But then again, Heatwave has never woken them up in the middle of the night, so how is he supposed to know anything?

I'm not a sparkling anymore, he tells himself as he gets down from his bunk, optics trained on Chase's doorwings. They don't flick. I need other ways of dealing with this than bothering my friends.

Their door opens quietly enough to not alert any of the others, and Heatwave is slipping out into the hallway.

He's never been out here in the middle of the night. The hallway is empty, cold and unwelcoming, even with the little personalized name tags on every door. Heatwave's steps barely make a sound on the floor-

-nothing compared to the footsteps pounding down the hall behind him. Shit.

"Hey!"

Heatwave whirls around to see a- a security guard? Why do they have security guards?

"Back in your room, now!" the guard orders, coming up on Heatwave too quickly, grabbing him by the collar plating and lifting him a little off the ground. "Designation. Then room number. You're getting written up for this-"

Heatwave panics, sinking his fangs into the guard's hand.

He yelps and drops him, and Heatwave dives out the nearest open window.

Bailout training kicks in not a second too soon, Heatwave just managing to get his hook into the wall before his weight drops onto the system. He lets himself down faster than he normally would, because there's too high of a chance that guard could fuck with his system.

As soon as he's on the ground he disengages himself from the bailout system, leaving it dangling from the window. He can go steal another one from the supply closet tomorrow, probably.

Right now, he has to try not to think about how much trouble he's in.

It was really dark and there's a lot of firetrucks at the Academy. And Heatwave didn't speak, either... no proper identifying marks beyond a standard bailout system. He's fine.

He's fine.

Heatwave takes a deep vent and looks out in front of him. Several bots mill around, many drunk, others looking like they just want to go home.

He's never actually been out in Iacon by himself, he realizes. Especially not at night.

Heatwave can take care of himself.

He'll just make sure to use the window in his room, next time.

[simpingforbots]

Stargazing

Being Optimus specialist in guns was not an easy task as it seemed. Especialy on Earth now. Prime was addiment on not shearing weaponry system with humans and Ironhide sort of understood why, he’ve seen their cruel nature first hand and Bee was victim once, yet he watched in owe as Lenox changed completely when he was with his family. Instead of leader of elite group of N.E.S.T. he was a father who loved his little offspring and his wife. And time to time such abrupt change in personality really made him question gust how he saw humans. So he started driving around during night, al while still looking for signs of decepticon, parking in some heavily populated area and just people watch. Their life was constantly buissy, streets boiling with life. Group of youngling going in to another night club, some people heading home after long shift, some going in to cafe to catch up with their families or their friends, making him forget completely that they were cruel. Sometimes he would also watch Sam and Bee, seeing them interact time to time and he would get this strange filling, making his snort and roll his opticks before walking away.

Well now he knows it was jealousy.

It al started on one night, where he was just watching people when he noticed something off, a decepticon, pretending to be a taxi, just waiting on the curb. He watched from a far, not daring to move anything in his body, wondering what this scum was doing, until one of the humans get in. Scrap. Now it will get messy. The con drove off far to quick and Ironhide can see human start panicking, well with that the chase was on. The cab swerved in between the cars without a car, causing more cars to crash in to each other to get some more time to outrun Ironhide. After some time Ironhide managed to bump him of a road, sending him tumbling and transforming. The human he kidnaped was flung along, screaming all the time as they rolled down the hill. Ironhide transformed as well, running down the hill while blasting at the con trying to create some space between him and the human. The con still did his best to grab at you, which was successful when they came to a stop, wrapping his claws around you and holding up like some kind of shield, which did work as Ironhide stopped blasting, coming to a stop him self, though still holding his guns up.

“Release the human, punk” he grumbled, letting an angry huff out, ready to pull the trigger any second, stomping from one foot to another “and I may spare your life”

“We both know how soft you Autobots are with humans” the con hissed out, shaking now silent human, who was trying to push the fingers apart to free them self, kicking their legs and letting quite grunts out.

---

You just finished your shift and wanted nothing more then to go home without any incidents. The busses were off limit as you really did not wanted to wait 30 minuets for it to come and having to pray for an empty spot, going underground was out of question as it will take longer, even if it was cheaper, so you decided to take the cab home. Luckily for you there was a cab right there. Waving to the driver, who did not react at all, you opened the door, whishing them a good evening and asking if you can get in. The driver nodded, allowing you in and the engine woke up from it’s slumber. Though as you closed the door the cab suddenly sped off, which did not felt right. You were about to ask the fuck he was doing when seatbelt wrapped around turning you in to unwilling passenger in a strange chase between the cab and black truck. You screamed every time the cab swerved in between cars, trucks and busses, causing quite the raccus, regretting being so lazy and when the truck managed to hit the cab in to the hill, you were sure you gonna die tonight. What you did not expect is for the cab to suddenly let the strange noise that sounded like metal cracking open and the next second you were rolling down the hill, the world spinning in your eyes and filing like you about to hurl. When every thing stopped, you had only split second before huge metal hand wrapped around you and you were hoisted in the air and held far away from what ever was holding you and being shaken like a jake ferret, legs swinging side to side. Your heart was beating like crazy by now, realizing that you were being held hostage by a huge robot, who was a second ago was the cab, all while the other bot, black truck, was holding the hugest guns pointed at you and your captor. You did not hear what the black one said, just focusing on getting out of the grip and with ears ringing and being defend by your own heartbeat. It did not take long for the cab suddenly pull the gun out of his ass and start shooting.

Ironhide did expected that con would start shooting first and he had to take cover, quickly thinking though his next step. He need to get the human out of decepticon’s hands and then he will add more holes in to his torso. Which will not be easy but if he don’t do anything now who knows what is gonna happen to civilian. Cliking his guns, he ran from behind his cover, aiming at the foot of the con, making him take steps back and try no to stumble, and using this momentum, he flung his body in to the con, knocking him over and grabbed at the human. As soon as his servos were wrapped around the soft body of screaming human, he pulled back and shot quickly, ending Con’s activity once and for all. Letting a grumble, he lifted quite human up to his face, expecting them. They were a just another run of the mill human, nothing special, not any one special by the looks of it, just an unlucky human who ended up in this whole situation purely by accident. Moving them slightly to inspect for any injuries he was relived to see that non harm was done to them, so he let them go.

“You’ve seen nothing, got it”

“th. Thank you sir!” You spoke loudly as Iron hide was walking away, freezing a spot. “Thank you for saving me mister” it took a second for him to slowly turn around.

“Sure thing?” no fear? Usually humans would run screaming or just run, not thank him for saving their flashy aft. “You not scared of me?”

“You sort of saved me, right?” the human cocked their head to the side just like any animal when they see something they don’t understand “so it’s only right to thank you? What is your name?”

“Ironhide”

--

The day finished and all the autobots reported to the hangar, going in to separate rooms to recharge. Todays mission was quite quick and simple, just one decepticon and not this hard, though Prime was getting worried about how often the reports strated coming in. Ironhide did not really care, having a reason to go in blasting and let his anger out. Though he knew well that his day yet was to end, al he had to do is wait for others to go in to recharge. It took some time for the window of opportunity to open up, but when it did, Ironhide snuck out of the hanger, sneaking though and trying not to get much attention, steping over the fence and transforming, getting back on the road and driving off in to the city. It did not take to long to find you. Your apartment was facing a dark alley, with other windows closed and every one sleeping by now, allowing Ironhide to transform in to his alt mode without being noticed. Slowly standing up, he peered in to your apartment, scaning for you, which did not take to long to find in a small box of a room that you lovingly called “studio”. You were snuggled in your small bed, under blankets, with the back towards him, doom scrolling through your phone. Feeling the cogs inside him whirr with what he now knows is excitement, bot taped on the window, quickly getting your attention as you jumped up in your bed, wide eyed before calming down a bid and waved with nervous smile. Getting out, you wrapped your self in throw on blanket, shuffling towards the window and opening it up.

“Evening Ironhide” you greeted him with a soft smile and tiered voice. “how was your day?”

“Buissy as ususaly” Ironhide leaned on the wall, looking at you with his blue eyes. He liked this sort of quite interactions, though he was also looking forward to something both of you planed weeks ago “Ready for the ride?”

“uh...” you looked away, before nodding shyly “sort of. Just give me moment”.

Reaching for the windows, you closed it and put the curtains down and Ironhide smiled to him self. You both agreed to go out of town to stargaze, something that he noticed you would do time to time while walking around the town to you work. You would suddenly stop, your head up, just staring at what stars you can see. So he managed to talk you in to this. So far you were very peaceful, even shy, skittish time to time even. It did not take to long for you to come out from the back door, dressed warmly for cold desert weather of the place they were going. Taking his car mode, Ironhide opened his doors, letting you in, stifling a chuckle as you tried your best no to take to much space or even move as they drove though the city, light shifting on his armour and scenery soon changing. When they reached the spot, he transformed aorund you, keeping you in his hands. You sort of relaxed, just allowing him to do what ever. There was even one time were he just swing you softly side to side, your legs swinging about, making you feel like a ferret again, though it was nice on your spine, feeling it stretch a bit, getting this pain out of your back. Stomping further away from road, Ironhide plopped down by the rock, lening against it and you on his chassis. You sunk immideatly in to warmth, bringing legs to your chest and trying to get as much warmth as you can, letting a long sigh out. Then you finally looked up. Ironhide can see the second you drowned your self in stars, your eyes widen in wonder, pushing your self up and just staring up, breathing softly. Ironhide chuckled a bit, leaning in to the rock and brining his gaze to the sky as well, staring at the countless stars along you, wondering just what is it you were looking for in the endless night and light.

“Where is your home?” you spoke, not breaking gaze from the stars, your eyes shifting slightly

“Don’t know” Iron hide shrugged, not able to tell which one of those million stars was home, or even if it was able to be seen from earth “Not sure you can even see it from here.”

“hm... do. Do you like it here?” finally you looked at him with those big eyes “ on Erath?”

“it’s... It’s getting better” he looked up, avoididng the eyes of little human resting on his chest. It really was getting better on earth now. Especialy with you. Leaning back, he sort of lifted his hand and started running it back and up your little back.

It’s been a while since e saved you and so far he did not regret telling his name to you. You liked to listen to him and would even questions about guns he had. Though in the back of his mind he was getting worried as it’s been to long and he felt like he was stretching the band further and further, fearing that when it’s snaps back, N.E.S.T. will find out about you and would force you to stay away from him. He really did not wanted it now having another earthly friend, even if you were not of military status, just a simple human with simple life. A nice break time to time.

--after some stargazing and returning you back---

Sneaking back in to base, Ironhide could only thing about recharge and hoping no one noticed him missing. Walking by quietly and opening hangar, he slipped in, closing it slowly as to not make even the slightest of noise, though the sound of a grunt quickly  made him spin around and stare up at Prime. Judging by Optimus face, he was not to happy with him sneaking out.

“I hope that stargazing with civilian was worth it?”

“scrap”

[schlatt-love-bot]

The Babysitters Club

Babysitter Schlatt x Babysitter Reader Headcanon

Had a quite a bit of fun writing this one, paternal Schlatt really gets my heart going LMAO

Enjoy!

You and Schlatt were best friends in high school, and being best friends with a future entrepreneur only meant one thing–you were in for a LOT of money making schemes

“Well, we tried the lemonade stand, got told we’re too old…got fired from our bodega jobs for goofing off too much…what is there left for us to do?”

You could see the gears in Schlatt’s brain begin to turn, as all of a sudden he perked up. He came up with something

“Hmm…you like kids, right (Y/N)?” 

“Uhh…I guess you could say that? Why?” 

“I know the perfect business for us.”

Lo and behold, Schlatt and Co.’s Babysitting Service was created 

Schlatt would arrange a babysitting schedule for you, and most of the time you would go out on your own, babysit the kids, and split profits with him for managing your schedule

Sometimes, though, depending on how many kids were in one home, or how many sessions you had in a day, Schlatt would step up and give you a hand

Today was one of those days, as he scheduled you to solo-babysit one toddler from 12 to 3, but at 5:00? You had 5 children to keep an eye on, one who was only a few months old and the eldest being 9-almost-10 years old

Knowing you’d have your work cut out for you in the beginning of the day, chasing a toddler around a park while Mom and Dad were at a meeting, Schlatt decided he would be a kind best friend and boss and help you out

Not to mention, this was an overnight babysitting venture, and Schlatt was looking for any opportunity to spend a little extra time with you 

“So, how was the kid this afternoon?” 

“Good! He just wouldn’t stop running around, I felt like I was chasing a dog all afternoon.” 

Schlatt knocked on the door to your next house, the parents frantically opening the door, rushing you in to give you the basic breakdown before rushing out

“If you need anything, there’s our emergency contact numbers posted on the fridge, there’s a binder of basic information on our little monsters on the wet bar in the kitchen, next to that is some money to buy a pizza for dinner tonight. Need anything, call Grandma, she lives up the street. Thanks, see you both in the morning!” 

They practically ran out of the house, as you heard the 5 month old let out a whining cry, and the two eldest children began running laps around the two of you

You looked at Schlatt, your eyes wide, this was definitely going to be your biggest challenge yet

“You take the youngin’s, I’ll take the older shits?” 

“Yes, please!”

You made your way over to the crib, which housed the 5 month old, and sitting next to the 5 month old inside an adjacent playpen were a 2 year old and a 5 year old, playing with various toys

You picked up the 5 month old and instinctively began to rock the baby, making small talk with the other two kids about what toys they were playing, and other things they generally seemed interested 

“Is screen time okay for these two, or are we going the organic, touch grass way with these rugrats?” 

“Hmmm, check the binder. Mom and Dad probably have rules about screen time, maybe after dinner?” 

You heard the two kids, and Schlatt, let out a sigh of disappointment, as you watched Schlatt convince the two boys it was perfect baseball weather, and out they went

“Say, girls, do you want to go and play with some of your patio toys? It’s such a gorgeous day out, we shouldn’t waste daylight!” 

You were met with many tiny “yes”s, walking with the baby still wrapped tightly in your arms

You and the girls began to play with some of the chalk they had laying out on the patio pavement, teaching the girls how to draw out squares for hopscotch, telling them how to play

You couldn’t help yourself from sneaking glances every once in a while to Schlatt and the other two kiddos out on the lawn, Schlatt tossing low balls to the boys, acting like they knocked them out of the ballpark and insisting they “ran the bases” around him 

A smile crept up on your face, you began to grow a little jealous of whoever would be spending their lives parenting with him

“Man, you like him don’t you!” 

You whipped your head around, seeing the 5 year old staring at you, as her 2 year old sister stood behind her, snickering

“W-what? Absolutely not, we’re good friends. What do you know about liking someone, hmm?” 

“That’s the same look my mommy gives my daddy every single day!” 

You felt your cheeks begin to heat, needing to figure out a way to avoid these two little children from grilling you any further 

“Girls, why don’t we go in and get you cleaned up, you’re covered in chalk. Maybe we can see what’s in your cupboards and make ourselves a little treat, huh?”

The girls were eager to do so, running past you and into the house

The little one in your arms wound up a bit fussy, so you placed her into 

All washed up and ready to go, the girls drug you over to a box of cake mix, insisting that you help them make cupcakes 

You didn’t want to use anything without permission, though, so you sent a quick text over to mom and dad to make sure they were okay with you using the box mix with the kids

They were ecstatic you weren’t just shoving their tablets in their faces, so they absolutely allowed you to bake with them

The girls were excited, donning their little aprons they had stored in the pantry

Baby started to get interested in what was going on, peering over the edge of the playpen, so you picked her up and carried her (and a toy, just in case) over to a high chair in the kitchen

The girls excitedly showed you were everything was that you would need, and you let them have total control over adding things to the mixing bowl (fishing out egg shells, when necessary)

By the time the cupcakes went into the oven, the boys came walking into the house, dirty and sweaty, and their pants definitely stained from sliding in the dirt outside

“Schlatt!”

“What? He needed to slide into home plate, otherwise he would’ve gotten out! You wouldn’t understand!” 

Despite the unexpected bath times, the rest of the night went rather smoothly

Schlatt and yourself wrangled the kids together for some pizza dinner, allowing them to decorate their own cupcakes for dessert afterwards, and once their bellies were all full, it was time to wind things down for the night 

You tucked the baby into her crib, heading to the girl’s room to tuck them in and read a little story to them

On your way there, you glanced into the boy’s room, seeing Schlatt making sure that both the 7 and 9 year olds were set and ready for bed, telling them tales from his baseball experiences (he was the best first baseman in your school, after all) 

You didn’t want to get caught staring, so you continued forward and to the girl’s room

You helped the two put on their pajamas, tucking them in their beds before sitting in the rocking chair by both of their beds, having “Goodnight Moon” picked from the shelf to read tonight 

“Goodnight stars, goodnight air…Goodnight noises everywhere!” 

By the time you finished, both girls had their eyes closed tight, peacefully asleep

You smiled to yourself, content with how the evening has gone, looking up to see Schlatt leaned against the doorframe, the same smile painted on his lips

Heat crept up your cheeks as you placed the book back on their bookshelf, heading out of the room and downstairs to the living room with him

“So…that wasn’t so bad after all, huh?”

“Well, toots, we sure do make a pretty good team…” 

He slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer 

“Y’know…I think I saw a new side of you today. You playing ball with those two…I never seen you so…soft before.” 

“What can I say, baby, kids have a special way of makin’ a person soft...” 

He hesitated continuing, but your raised brow made him go on

“And…seeing you with that baby on your hip, the girls in the kitchen…you’re gonna be a perfect mom some day, (Y/N).” 

You began to blush, looking up at him, wondering if he was feeling the same way you were 

Before you could ask, Schlatt excused himself to the kitchen, coming back with two cupcakes in his hands, handing you one before sitting back down on the couch 

“You worked hard on these with the girls, you deserve a little treat too, princess.” 

He smirked, before swiping his cupcake against your nose, making your jaw drop

“Hey! What was that for?” 

“Whoops, here, let me get that…” 

He leaned forward, kissing the icing off your nose, his eyes plotting 

“Hmm, hold on…I think you’ve got a little something here…” 

You took this opportunity to smoosh your cupcake against his mouth, and before he had the chance to speak, you quickly leaned in, kissing him on the lips

He didn’t back off, answering your question from earlier as to if he felt the same

In fact, he swiftly put his cupcake down on the coffee table in front of you, grabbing your cheeks to deepen the kiss

“Ewww!”

“I told you so! Mommy and Daddy do the same thing after we bake together!” 

You quickly backed up, looking up the stairs to see all 4 of the kids out of bed, peering over the banister 

“Little shits, I swear to God…” 

You laughed, wiping the icing from your face before heading upstairs to put all the kids back into bed, making sure they stayed asleep this time, before heading back downstairs to see Schlatt fast asleep on the couch 

Sighing contently, you crawled onto the couch next to him, placing your head nearby his chest before slowly falling asleep yourself, feeling an arm wrap around you to pull you closer

[nightwriter357]

Just Friends - You make it feel like Christmas

Sorry to be posting this so late but MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! This year I'm giving you part 8 of my Damien Haas " reader series called Just Friends.

I hope you all enjoy and have a great Christmas 🎁🎄

The cozy scent of cinnamon fills the air, mingling with the warm glow of Christmas lights strung lazily across the room. The tree in the corner looks more suitable for Halloween than Christmas, but it's charming in its own way. Damien sits cross-legged on the floor, glaring at a roll of wrapping paper like it's a puzzle. Shayne is sprawled on the couch, tossing a stress ball in the air. It's time for you all to go home to your families for the holidays soon so an early celebration was a must.

You lean against the counter, cider in hand, and break the silence with a bright, "So... Merry Christmas!"

Damien looks up with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. "It's not Christmas."

"I know," you reply with a grin. "But it's like... pretend Christmas."

Damien chuckles, shaking his head. "First a practice date, now pretend Christmas. What's next?"

"Premarital funeral?" you suggest, barely containing your laughter.

"What—no. Why premarital?" Damien asks, his expression equal parts confused and amused.

"I just wanted to give you the P," you say innocently, trying to keep a straight face.

Damien stares at you, his voice full of mock accusation. "You wanted to give me the what now?"

"The... you know what, shut up," you laugh, waving him off. "Merry Christmas."

Shayne tosses the stress ball once more, catching it with an exaggerated sigh. "So, we're really doing this, huh? Hosting a holiday gathering for this crew?"

"It's not that bad," Damien says, finally managing to cut a piece of tape. "Courtney's bringing candy, Angela's bringing cookies—"

"And Angela's crazy roommate is bringing the crazy," Shayne interrupts, grinning.

"She's not that bad," you say, though your tone betrays your doubt. "She's... spirited."

"Spirited like a feral cat in a Santa hat," Shayne quips.

Damien laughs, shaking his head. "That's not true, She definitely will not be wearing a santa hat."

"Okay, but who's got bets on Angela trying to juggle the ornaments again?" You asks, glancing between Damien and Shayne.

Shayne snorts. "Not worth betting. That's a guarantee."

The sound of the front door opening cuts the conversation short, and Courtney bursts in, her energy instantly brightening the room.

Courtney dumps her stuff  onto the coffee table with a huff. "Okay, spill. What's Angela's roommate like? I need to mentally prepare before I meet her. Angela keeps dodging my questions, which only makes me more nervous."

Damien pauses mid-wrap, glancing at you. "Where do we even start?"

You smirk, settling onto the arm of the couch. "She is... a character. She dedicated her life to solving this case. At least, that's what she says."

Courtney raises an eyebrow. "That sounds... intense."

Shayne snorts, sitting up straighter. "Oh, it is. She's been chasing the killer like it's her life's mission. But she's never actually solved a case."

"Not one?" Courtney asks, incredulous.

"Not even close," Damien says, grinning. "But she's got these real good insane stories about her time on the force."

"She says stuff like, 'Eat my ass,' as casually as you'd say, 'Good morning,'" Shayne adds, laughing.

Courtney stares at all three of you, wide-eyed. "You're messing with me."

"Oh, we wish," you say, unable to hide your amusement. "She's a walking, talking hurricane with a nicotine addiction and a flair for the dramatic."

"She's... Dedicated," Damien offers, though his expression suggests he's grasping for something positive to say.

Courtney lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand through her hair. "I can't tell if I'm terrified or intrigued."

Shayne chuckles. "She'll be fine. Just don't ask too many follow-up questions about the Creekside Killer unless you're ready for a full PowerPoint presentation."

"Noted." Courtney glances toward the door, as if expecting her to burst in unannounced. "This is going to be... interesting."

As if on cue, the door swings open, and in walk Angela and her roommate, the latter's wet bangs dripping in the Christmas season's slush. Angela gives a cheerful wave, while her roommate pulls out a cigarette and prepares to light it, muttering something about the cold weather.

"Whoa, whoa!" Damien says, standing quickly. "You can't smoke in here."

Sarah Christ glances up, raising an eyebrow as she tucks the unlit cigarette behind her ear. "Relax, you little worm. It's just for the aesthetic."

"Sure it is," you mutter under your breath, exchanging an amused glance with Damien.

Courtney watches the exchange, her mouth twitching as if she's suppressing a laugh. 

You glance around the room, catching everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone. Let's get started with Secret Santa."

Shayne perks up from his spot on the couch. "Finally! I've been dying to see what everyone got."

Damien settles onto the floor near the tree, looking relaxed. "So, are we doing this one by one, or is it a free-for-all?"

"One by one," Sarah chimes in, the unlit cigarette now dangling from her lip. "Let's make it last." 

Shayne's the first to hand out a gift, his signature grin plastered on his face. He hands Courtney a beautifully wrapped box, and when she opens it, she gasps, pulling out a gorgeous yellow patterned silk robe.

"Shayne, this is beautiful!" Courtney exclaims, her eyes lighting up. "I'm going to look so fancy lounging around in this!"

Shayne bows dramatically. "Well, what can I say? You deserve nothing less."

Courtney beams, giving him a quick hug. "Thank you so much!"

You shoot Damien a pointed look, and he smirks in return, clearly thinking the same thing as you. The two of you have teased Shayne about his not-so-secret feelings for Courtney more times than you can count, and this little gesture just added more fuel to the fire.

Next, Courtney hands Sarah Christ a small, neatly wrapped box. "This one's for you," Courtney says with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Sarah Christ takes the box, turning it over in her hands with a smirk. "What's this? Another crime for me to solve?"

"Ehm..no?" Courtney replies, waving a hand.

Sarah tears off the paper, revealing a sleek lighter engraved with the words "Let there be light—Christ." She bursts out laughing, holding it up for everyone to see. "Oh fuck yeah, this is brilliant. A Christ lighter for Christ. You're a genius."

Courtney shrugs, clearly pleased with herself. "Seemed fitting."

Sarah Christ clicks the lighter open and closed a few times, inspecting it. "Are you sure I can't smoke in here?"

"No!" Shayne cuts in before anyone else can answer.

Sarah Christ rolls her eyes, leaning back in her seat and nudging Angela. "I could get a warrant!"

Angela snorts, crossing her arms. "No, you couldn't!"

Laughter fills the room, and Sarah pockets the lighter with a nod. "Thanks, Courtney, you really know me well."

Courtney raises an eyebrow but Sarah Christ doesn't seem to notice as she hands Angela her gift. "Here. Don't say I never gave you anything," she says with a crooked grin.

Angela takes the bag, and pulls out a sleek pair of noise-canceling headphones. Her eyes widen as she looks them over. "Finally, I can get some peace and quiet," she says with a grin, holding them up. "No more listening to people rant about the Creakside Killer."

Sarah lets out a dry laugh, leaning back in her chair. "Peace and quiet? Must be nice. My brain’s more like… I don’t know, walking down a dark alley, then—bam!—some thug shows up, takes everything, and leaves my brain standing there like an orphaned billionaire."

Shayne pauses mid-sip of his drink, raising an eyebrow. "So... Batman?"

Sarah blinks, her expression blank. "Who’s that?"

Shayne sets his glass down, staring at her like she just grew a second head. "You’re literally describing Batman."

Sarah shrugs, completely unbothered. "Never heard of him." She waves a hand dismissively. "Anyway—"

Everyone bursts out laughing. You chuckle along with them before turning your attention to Damien, who's sitting there, an amused look on his face. He meets your eyes and raises an eyebrow, as if signaling it's time for the next gift exchange.

Damien grins and hands you your gift. "Alright, your turn."

He hands you a gift with a playful smile. You open it carefully, peeling back the paper to reveal not one, but two cinnamon-scented candles. 

Shayne, immediately noticing the gift, smirks. "Hold on, Damien, are you giving her the same candle I gave her last year? What happened to being original?"

Damien grins back. "Nah, this is an upgrade, Shayne. Last year, she got all misty-eyed over one. This year, I thought two would really make her day."

You raise an eyebrow at Damien, teasing, "So, you're trying to top Shayne Topp, huh?"

Shayne lets out a dramatic sigh. "I mean, it's cute that you're trying to improve on perfection, but let's be real: nothing's beating the original."

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "You two are ridiculous."

Damien chuckles, leaning in a bit. "Maybe a little, but I know you love these."

You smile and wipe a fake tear from your eye. "Thanks, Damien. They're perfect."

Finally, you hand Shayne your gift—a twisted straw. His eyes light up as he holds it up like it's the greatest thing he's ever seen.

"A twisted straw?" Shayne says, a grin spreading across his face. "This is... this is incredible." He wipes a real tear from his eye.

You laugh. "It's just a straw, Shayne. Don't get too carried away."

Shayne twirls it around in his fingers like it's a prized possession. "No, you don't get it. This is the best thing ever!" He gives a dramatic sigh, as if overwhelmed. "I don't even know how to explain it. This twisted straw... it's perfect. It just speaks to me, you know?"

The room fills with laughter as everyone passes around their gifts, each one a little more unexpected than the last.

As the evening winds down, the warmth of the holiday spirit starts to fade. Soon, Sarah Christ, Angela, and Courtney start gathering their things, preparing to head home for Christmas.

Sarah Christ looks around the room, nodding at everyone. "Glad I took my one day off to spend with you guys," she says, her tone suggesting she's genuinely enjoyed herself, even if she has a funny way of showing it.

Damien glances at her, raising an eyebrow. "Wait, you only get one day off?"

Sarah shrugs nonchalantly. "Yep, but clearly, I made the right call. This was... unexpectedly tolerable."

Courtney chuckles, clearly surprised. "Well, you're not the only one. I didn't expect to have this much fun."

With the goodbyes exchanged, they head out together, leaving you, Damien, and Shayne alone in your apartment. The sounds of the evening fade into a gentle silence as Shayne goes to get his bags, leaving you and Damien standing in the quiet aftermath of everything that's just happened.

You and Damien glance at each other, both seemingly at a loss for words. "So," you start, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve, "I guess we'll see each other in a week."

Damien nods, his hands resting on the back of his neck. "Yeah. Weird, huh?"

You chuckle lightly. "It's just... it's just that we're, you know, roommates, right? I mean, we've been living together for a while now."

Damien raises an eyebrow, but you can't quite tell if he's joking or being serious. "Yeah, We're not really used to being apart."

"Right?" You nod, relieved to have your thoughts validated. "It's like, we've been sharing a space, and now I have to go home and it just feels... off." 

Damien laughs, though there's a slight hesitation in it. "Yeah, when you're around someone this much, saying goodbye.. even only for a while, is hard."

Just then, Shayne calls out from the hallway, his voice loud and casual. "Alright, I’m outta here, you two! Catch ya later!"

You and Damien exchange a brief glance before you call out, "Bye, Shayne!"

"See ya, man," Damien chimes in, his voice equally casual.

Shayne, already halfway out the door, doesn't even stop to respond, but his voice rings out from the hallway. "Later!"

You and Damien both stare at the door for a second, then glance back at each other. You break the silence with a dramatic sigh. "Where were we? Oh, right... It’s hard saying goodbye to someone you live with."

There’s a brief, awkward pause as both of you try to act like it’s not obvious.

Damien looks at you for a moment, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. "Totally," he agrees with a teasing tone. "It's just because we're roommates."

"Wow, 'just'" you say, clutching your chest dramatically. "It's like you don't care about me at all."

There’s a flicker of something in his expression—too quick to fully catch—but his smirk softens, just a little. "More than you think," he says, his voice quieter now.

The playful edge in your voice falters slightly. "Oh really? How much do you care about me, Damien?"

His eyes lock onto yours, and the air between you shifts, the weight of everything unsaid settling in the space between. His voice is low, almost hesitant, when he says, "I care enough to hold back." The words slip out like a confession, unguarded and raw.

Your breath catches, the meaning behind them hitting you harder than you'd expected — all that comes out is a whisper. "Don’t."

His gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes, and the space between you suddenly feels impossibly small. The tension thickens, electric and charged, like the moment before a storm unleashes.

You don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s you. But when his hand brushes against yours, it’s like the floodgates open.

In one fluid motion, you step closer, your hand clutching the front of his shirt as if to anchor yourself. His lips crash into yours—not rushed, but purposeful, like every ounce of restraint you’ve both held onto is dissolving in the heat of the moment.

The world outside fades, shrinking to nothing more than the feel of him against you. His lips are warm, insistent, and every movement feels like a silent declaration, but impossibly intense, as if the kiss holds everything you’ve both been too afraid to say, every feeling you’ve tried to suppress.

When you finally break apart, reality rushes back in, dizzying and disorienting. Your chest heaves with each breath, your heart pounding against your ribs. The silence that follows isn’t empty—it’s charged, alive with the gravity of what just happened.

You meet his eyes again, searching, but neither of you says a word. It’s as if speaking might break the fragile, perfect moment hanging between you.

Then your phone buzzes, sharp and jarring. Josh has arrived at your destination.

The shift is immediate, like a breath that's been held too long, suddenly released. Damien's smile falters just slightly, his eyes flickering to your phone, his expression unreadable for a beat. His gaze softens again, but there's something more in it now.

You turn your phone around to show him the Uber notification. "Seems like it's time for me to go."

"So... Merry Christmas," Damien says quietly, as though the weight of everything still hangs in the air, just beyond reach.

You blink up at him, heart still racing, breath uneven as the reality of what just happened settles in. "I thought it 'wasn’t Christmas yet'?"

He smiles, soft and earnest. "You make it feel like Christmas."

You laugh, shaky and overwhelmed. His words settle in your chest, warm and heavy, and you realize you’ve never felt more at home then in this moment, when you had to leave.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I've been wanting to make a request since i discovered your blog! I really love how you write the characters in general!

I wanted to request headcanons of nikola tesla, hades and thor with a s/o that is like fluttershy! Like a very shy and introverted person who is very sweet and an magnet to animals with their gentle aura, in nikola tesla part reader is a nurse and with hades and thor is a minor goddess of nature.

I hope it dosent bothers you! If you don't want to make this request just tell me i understand!

Have a great day!

I haven’t watched all of it, but I have seen season one, so I at least know this character now and I will try my best with this. I will admit Fluttershy is one of my favorites, but my favorite is Applejack!

-You were a minor forest goddess, one that many knew of but not many spoke to, mainly because you were painfully shy, preferring the company of your animals to the company of others.

-There were a few that you would converse with on a regular basis, like Brunnhilde and the other Valkyries, and Zerofuku liked to come and visit you, mainly because you felt calm and safe for him to be around.

-You were very peaceful and preferred to talk things out rather than fighting, you hated violence with a passion and the thought of it always scared you.

-Many of the other gods and the human warriors respected this, not fighting in the forest you called home. Many of them were like Zerofuku, using your quiet and peaceful forest as a place to relax and enjoy a quiet place.

-That’s where you met (Love), after he was told to go and relax somewhere quiet and Brunnhilde suggested your forest. He had never met you before, but he had heard of you from others, how you were a gentle and kind goddess.

-When he saw you in the distance, surrounded by baby bunnies, he went to approach, to greet you as this was your domain. He wasn’t prepared, however, when he stepped on a branch, it sent not only the bunnies, but you as well, scrambling away in fear.

-This led to him unintentionally scaring you even more as he went after you, trying to tell you that he meant no harm. All you saw was this unknown man chasing after you, telling you to stop, which of course scared you more.

-It was about twenty minutes later when he finally ‘caught’ you, finding you up a tall tree, looking terrified of him, but he spoke up to you, “Thank you for stopping. I wanted to speak to you, my name is (Love).”

-It took a few tries for him to hear your name, as you were very soft spoken, but once he heard your name, he smiled, seeing that you looked a bit nervous, “Y/N? That’s a pretty name!”

-He threw you off, taking a seat below the tree you were in, and talked to you about your forest, commenting on the different wildlife he had seen, relaxing with you. It wasn’t like his (lab/office/training grounds), it was quiet but refreshing.

-You knew that this was a powerful man, in his own way, as you did know him, but it was a little strange to see him being so calm, just talking to you about your forest and the creatures in your forest.

-You remained in your tree, but you sat up on the branch, looking down at him and you did talk to him, your voice soft and gentle, almost a little hesitant, but he was happy that you were speaking with him.

-(Love) became a frequent visitor to your forest, and you grew used to him being around, not hiding in trees and sitting a little closer when he would speak with you.

-You enjoyed his company as he was respectful to you, never trying to demand anything of you, like going somewhere else with him, and he wasn’t violent or cruel to your animals.

-(Love) grew to enjoy your company as well, seeing what a kind and gentle person you were after you opened a bit more to him, growing more comfortable with him.

-(Love) was surprised by you one day, after he fell asleep after a rough couple of days dealing with his own issues, when he woke up to his head on your lap, humming quietly as you put flowers in his hair, letting him relax.

-You were so kind and gentle and when you realized he was awake you turned bright red, freezing as you squeaked, panicking as you thought he was going to be mad, but he surprised you by taking the flower you were holding in your hand and putting it behind your ear, smiling softly up at you.

-You covered your face with your hands, unable to handle the romantic gesture, but remained still and silent as (Love) enjoyed the quiet moment with you, trying not to laugh at you. You were so cute.

[gloomysoup]

home is where you are

@steddiebingo prompts: hurt/comfort (main card) and home (christmas card)

rating: Teen+ | word count: 2400 | tags: omegaverse, alpha eddie, omega steve, mpreg, insecure steve harrington, hurt/comfort, fluff | ao3

Eddie came home from work to absolute chaos. Addie and Violet were sitting on the living room floor, arguing over whether to put the white lights or the colored lights on the Christmas tree, which he had put up the night before. Addie wanted white, but Violet wanted colored. Eddie was almost certain none of their lights from last year were even going to work, so they'd have to buy new ones anyway. James and Lucy were fighting over an orange crayon at the coffee table, two blank pieces of paper and a whole assortment of other colored crayons in front of them. Steve and their youngest, Grace, were nowhere to be seen, but Eddie could hear movement in the kitchen. Eddie quickly slipped his boots off at the door and swooped in to de-escalate all the arguing.

He started by grabbing a second, emergency, box of crayons from the cabinet that held the art supplies. He pulled out an orange one and handed it to Lucy, so she would stop trying to take the other one from her brother. Then he moved to the older two girls, squatting down in front of them and picking up two strings of lights.

“Why don't we put the lights away for now, my loves? They probably don't even work. I’ll take you both to the store this week and we can pick some new ones out together. How does that sound?”

They easily agreed, and Eddie was incredibly grateful that everything was solved quickly tonight. Once all of the pups were settled and occupied, not a single argument left to be had, Eddie moved to the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway to smile at what he found. Steve was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of boiling macaroni noodles with Grace on his hip. He was swaying back and forth, softly humming a lullaby as he did.

Eddie slid up behind him, leaning in with a hand on Steve’s other hip to kiss his cheek. “Evenin', beautiful,” he whispered. Steve smiled and turned his head to get a proper kiss.

“Hey, baby. How was work?” Steve asked after they had separated.

Grace was grinning, trying to scramble from Steve’s hold while saying, “Da!”

Eddie shrugged, taking Grace into his own arms. “Nothin’ new. Missed you, though. How was your day? Pups drive you too crazy?”

Steve hummed in consideration. “Hectic. Lots of arguments today. Oh, Lucy broke one of the nice glasses that Joyce got us. She was trying to be like Addie and Violet and help put the dishes away, but she dropped it and it shattered. Everyone was okay, though, and I’m pretty sure I got all the glass cleaned up.”

Eddie’s hand looped around further to rest on Steve’s swollen belly. “And how was the little one today? Not causing too much trouble, I hope?”

Steve huffed a small laugh. “Not letting me actually get anything done today.” He put down his spoon and leaned back into Eddie’s chest. “Every time I finally got the rest of the pups settled down enough to do something, I either had to pee or sit down for a little bit. By the time I was done, someone else needed something, and the cycle repeated.”

“That's okay,” Eddie murmured, nuzzling his nose against the shell of Steve’s ear and taking a deep breath of his scent. He always loved how much sweeter his mate smelled during pregnancy. It was one of his favorite parts of the experience. “I'll finish the chores for you after dinner. You just worry about relaxing.”

“Eddie, no,” Steve argued, moving to stir the pasta again. “You just worked a ten-hour shift. You shouldn't have to come home and do everything here too. I'll take care of it.”

“You will do no such thing.” Eddie adjusted his hold on Grace, who was snuggled against his chest after not seeing him since the night before. She had been the only one still asleep when Eddie left for work that morning. “You chased our little pack of hooligans around all day while growing a pup. You deserve to put your feet up and relax for the evening. I'll take care of everything else. Don't worry about anything.”

Steve glanced over his shoulder with a frown. “At least let me help. Then we can get everything done faster.”

Eddie smiled and kissed Steve’s cheek again. “Whatever makes you feel better, my love.”

Dinner in the Munson household that night was quite the affair, as it usually was with five kids under the age of eight. Afterwards, Eddie corralled all the pups upstairs for baths and pajamas while Steve cleaned up in the kitchen. By the time everyone was clean, clothed, and settled on the couch for one last movie before bedtime, Eddie was wrecked. He loved his children more than anything in his life (except maybe Steve), but they were exhausting. He had no idea how his mate did it all day long.

Finally, he started the movie and went to track down his superhero of a partner. It didn't take him long at all. Steve was in the laundry room, loading the washer to get one more in for the evening. Eddie came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his husband and kissing his cheek. He pulled Steve back into his chest and swayed gently. He reveled in the way Steve instantly sank into his hold, body going lax and a sigh of contentment leaving his lips.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Eddie whispered.

“Mmmm, tell me again?” Steve replied just as softly.

“I love you so so so much, my love.” Eddie gently tightened his arms around him. “You are an absolute wonder. I don't know how you deal with our little gremlins all day and not just completely lose your mind.”

Steve hummed, a soft smile on his lips. “They're not so bad. Most days. It helps that Addie, Violet, and James go to school five days a week.”

“A saint,” Eddie said, slowly releasing his hold on Steve to dramatically collapse to his knees in front of him. “I worship on my knees in your holy presence.” As Steve laughed, Eddie leaned forward with his hands on Steve’s sides to press a kiss to his belly. Their pup moved beneath his touch. Eddie would never get tired of the feeling. It always amazed him, just what Steve’s body was capable of, especially when it came to creating life.

“Come on, up off the floor,” Steve finally said, grabbing Eddie’s hand and starting to pull him up. The alpha went easily, rarely one to say no to his omega.

With the pups suitably distracted for at least a little bit longer, Steve and Eddie set about the quiet routine of getting evening chores done. They didn't speak much, just moved around each other in a comfortable silence. Eddie did the day’s dishes and wiped down the countertops while Steve folded laundry at the table. The movie in the living room was still going when Grace started getting fussy. It wasn't long before Violet was calling for them to make her stop.

“I'll get her,” Eddie said softly, not wanting to break the calming atmosphere in the kitchen. Steve nodded, still folding laundry, while Eddie headed for the living room.

Grace was pushing at Lucy when Eddie walked in, and Lucy was quickly losing patience with her little sister. Eddie picked Grace up, trying to remedy the situation, but that just caused a full blown tantrum. She kicked and screamed, fighting against Eddie and her own exhaustion. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. No matter how hard he tried to put out a calming scent to soothe her, it was all for naught. She just kept screaming and kicking and writhing. Steve quickly appeared in the doorway, looking a little worried. As soon as Grace saw him, she reached her arms out.

“Give her here,” he said gently, coming over to take the screaming toddler from Eddie’s arms. “I'll sit with her.”

Eddie nodded and passed her off to Steve, watching as Grace instantly began to calm down. He made sure Steve was comfortable on the couch with Grace curled into his body before leaving to finish cleaning up the kitchen and folding laundry. By the time he was done, the movie was over. All five of their pups were fast asleep on the couch. Grace was curled up on Steve’s lap, her head pillowed on his chest. Lucy was situated firmly in Steve’s side, while the older three were piled up and stretched out across the other cushions.

Eddie was extremely careful in his extraction. He took Addie and Violet upstairs to the room they shared first, then James to his room. When he came back, he slowly picked up Lucy and let her burrow into his neck while Steve carefully tried to stand up with Grace. It was a lot harder the further along this pregnancy got, but Steve was nothing if not determined. He never let anything slow him down; not even being nearly eight months pregnant. Again, superhero. Eddie was obsessed with him.

After a very long, very chaotic night, all of the pups were finally tucked away in their beds. Eddie and Steve could actually take a minute to breathe without someone needing something. As they did every night, once the children were tucked in and sound asleep, they curled up on the couch together with some random movie they'd seen a hundred times before. It was more for the noise and familiarity than the movie itself. Steve was tucked against Eddie’s side, his head resting where he could hear Eddie’s heartbeat, just like every night. Eddie held him close, breathing in Steve’s scent and letting himself finally relax for the first time all day. They both remained quiet for a while.

Something deep down in his gut was telling Eddie that something was wrong. Something was bothering Steve, festering in his mind. Before he got the chance to ask, Steve was opening his mouth to speak.

“Do you think we’re making a mistake?” he asked so softly, Eddie almost didn't catch it. If their house hadn't been so quiet, he might not have heard him.

“What do you mean?” Eddie tightened his arm around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve shrugged as best he could from under Eddie’s arm. “I just- Do you think all of this is just a big mistake?” Eddie’s heart shattered at the broken lilt to Steve’s voice, the tremble of his words. “Is having another baby a mistake?”

Eddie frowned, trying so hard to control his scent. “Of course not. What's wrong, baby? Where is this coming from?”

Steve sniffled a little, pressing his cheek a little more firmly into Eddie’s chest. “I don't know. I just- We already have five kids, Eddie. Our- our house isn't that nice. We don't really have a whole lot of extra money. And with Grace’s medical bills… maybe- maybe we should have just stopped after James, or Lucy. Maybe everyone was right, and this is all just a big mistake.”

Eddie shook his head, feeling the fabric of his t-shirt start to dampen. “Absolutely not,” he said. He pulled away, shifting so he could fully look at Steve. “Baby, this is not a mistake. I don't know who’s putting these ideas in your head, but they're wrong. So what if we don't have the nicest house in Hawkins? That's never mattered. Not to me, not to the pups. It's just a house, Stevie. And so what if we don't have all the money in the world? Our family has a roof over their heads, clothes on their bodies, and they never have to worry about going hungry. Our pups are loved. Why should anything else matter?”

Fat tears rolled down Steve’s cheeks. Eddie caught them with his thumbs as he cradled Steve’s face in his hands.

“I love you, Steve Munson,” he continued, unable to stop now that he was on a roll. “I love you, and I love our pups, and I love our life. I don't care about money, or our house. All I care about is our family. Our five little pups, who bring me so much joy every single day. Sweet little Sophia, who is going to be so loved, just like her siblings. You, the love of my absolute life, who has given me so much to be grateful for.”

Tears were welling up in Eddie’s eyes against his permission. He just loved Steve so much, and he hated seeing him so upset.

“Eddie,” Steve whispered, voice shaking with his emotions.

“Stevie, honey, I cannot even begin to tell you just how amazing I think you are. How strong, capable, loving, and wonderful. The greatest gift of my life is getting to be a dad, and you have given that to me six times now. I am so deeply in love with you, and our big family. I would never trade any of our pups for anything in the entire world. I don't need a fancy house or money, because you and our babies are my home. I don't care what anyone else has to say about it. I am obsessed with you and our six little pups, this house with its scattered Christmas decorations that we haven't had the time to put up yet, and every single other thing about this little life we’ve built for ourselves. Fuck everyone else. This is the only thing that matters.”

Eddie held Steve to his chest as he cried, rubbing his back and whispering all of his love into Steve’s ear in the hope that it would sink beneath his skin and stay there forever.

Later, Grace will wake up and need Eddie to put her back to sleep. Later, Lucy will crawl into bed with them and cuddle up to Steve. Later, Eddie will help Steve make breakfast before going to work. Later, they’ll put up decorations and stick the Christmas presents under the tree. Later, they’ll have a newborn in the house, someone else for Eddie to love with everything he has.

Later, Eddie will still be deeply in love with the home that he and Steve have built together, regardless of what anyone else has to say about it.

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- silent archives.

summary: mistletoe kisses. (gn!reader x jonathan sims, martin blackwood, tim stoker, sasha james, and elias bouchard + helen/peony)

tags: kissies, fluff, helen distortion x my oc (peony) for funsies :], happy holidays everyone!!! <3

The stairs down to the Archives are narrow, dimly lit; you watch your feet over the stack of manila folders in your hands to make sure you don’t miss a step. You can hear the buzz of the old fluorescents, the clean smell of linen and parchment of the upper floors making way to something less pleasant and dusty; like the smell of a page starting to yellow. 

You’re a step behind them, elbows tucked close to your body, trying to avoid the cobwebs woven between the wall and the handrail. No matter how many times you had dusted the place, come morning the webs would be spun anew. Whatever spiders made their homes down here were winning the war of attrition. 

You stop when you reach the bottom step, lingering by the entryway to continue your discussion about… something that slips from your mind the moment you look up. Taped clumsily to the top of the entryway, tied with a small red bow is a fistful of mistletoe. 

Their gaze follows your own upward, and…

-`♡´- jonathan sims

...And Jon scoffs.

“Tim put this up, I presume?” Jon says dryly, readjusting his glasses. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world but here.

“Dunno. I haven’t seen him today.” You say, adjusting the files in your hands. “Sooo…”

Jon lets out a breath, then rubs at the bridge of his nose, under his glasses. This close, you think you spot a few more greys that weren’t there the last time you saw him. “Tell him to take it down, if you see him. I’d rather not have people… fraternizing in the Archives.”

If he didn’t sound so tired, you might’ve laughed. “Right. But, uh, just so I don’t get cursed, do you mind if I…” You shift the files to one hand, and reach your free hand up to point at your cheek. 

“If you really believe such a superstition, I question if this job has affected your discernment.” Jon rubs his hand over his own cheek, as if contemplating. After a moment, he sighs again. “Fine. You can…” He makes a vague gesture, then turns his head closer to your own. 

You hesitate for a moment, finding the sight of your boss waiting expectantly almost… cute. You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek; soft lips against rough stubble. 

“...You’re ridiculous.” He says, reluctantly fond. For a moment, he looks like he might say something else. Instead, he settles on: “Get back to work.”

-`♡´- martin blackwood

...And Martin’s eyes go as wide as saucers.

“Oh, uh, I wonder who put that there.” Martin coughs into his fist anxiously, then rubs his hands together as if to soothe.

“I wonder.” You say playfully, though you have an idea of who the culprit was. 

“We don’t have to… do anything, that is if you don’t want to.” Martin scratches his neck anxiously, playing with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck. The action is almost performative in its cuteness. “It’s just a silly tradition…” He laughs sheepishly. 

“And if I want to participate in this silly tradition?” You respond, stepping just a bit closer, the edges of the manila folders in your hands tapping against his chest. “...With you?”

“Oh!” He nearly squeaks out. You don’t ever think you’ve seen him quite so speechless. “Oh, that would… That is to say… I would…” Martin groans, seemingly annoyed at his own inability to speak clearly. Then he leans down, pressing his lips to your temple, a sweet display of affection.

You lean into his lips, almost chasing them as he pulls away. “That was nice. I almost want another.”

“Ah, well, I’d be… happy to provide.” Martin visibly brightens. “Just… Maybe not in the Archives? I’d hate to have Jon walk out, and uh…”

You laugh, picturing Jon’s exasperated expression. He’d probably send Martin away for good if he had to see that. And you as well, for good measure. “Mm, after work then? Maybe we could get drinks?”

“Yes!” He says, over eager, then he adds, “I mean, yes… That sounds lovely.”

-`♡´- tim stoker

...And Tim gets the goofiest grin on his face.

“Well, well…” He wiggles his eyebrows, sounding overly amused with himself. “Look what we have here.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, but you can’t deny his attitude was infectious. “...Really?”

“Don’t give me that look. I certainly didn’t put that up there.” He holds up his hands, the picture of innocence. “But I’m certainly not complaining that I was caught underneath it with my gorgeous co-worker and best friend. Perhaps this is… destiny.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You respond, playfully dry. Still, you can hardly even pretend to be annoyed at him. “C’mere.” You lean up and press a lingering kiss to his cheek. He smells like something clean and floral, and his skin warms underneath your lips.

When you pull back, he touches the spot you just kissed, as if to chase the slowly fading feeling of your lips against his skin. The corners of his eyes crinkle as his smile turns almost sheepish.

“Do I get to return the favor?” He asks, cheekily, his hand brushing against your shoulder as he steps closer, encroaching in on your space. Not that you really mind.

“I’m waiting.” You say, and Tim doesn’t wait a second after getting your permission. He grabs your cheeks in his hand, his lips kissing the side of your mouth with an unnecessarily loud smacking sound. You can’t help but laugh as he pulls back, his hands still cradling your face, unable to look away. 

“Maybe one more for good measure, yeah?” His thumb strokes down your cheekbone. “Maybe it’ll make us extra lucky.”

“Excellent idea.” You say, already moving in to kiss him – proper, this time. 

-`♡´- sasha james

…And Sasha gasps, playfully scandalized.

“My, my…” She says. “A real predicament we’ve gotten ourselves into, hm?”

The look in her eyes makes you nervous; like she’s expecting something, and she’d hate for you to disappoint her. Or perhaps that’s your own projection – she’s so close, and so beautiful. Your arms tighten around the files you’re holding.

“Seems like it.” You respond, the words more confident than you feel. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to…”

“I’m well aware.” Sasha laughs, and for a moment it looks like she might tease you further. You can feel your cheeks warm. “But lucky for you, I think you look quite adorable right now.”

Sasha moves in closer, and you close the gap, your lips meeting her own. How could you ever forget the gentle way her lips move against yours? Soft, sticky; her lip gloss tastes like peppermint, and it makes your mouth tingle. When you pull back, her hand is covering her mouth as she laughs.

“You have a little…” Her hand comes forward, and wipes her smudged gloss off of your lips. It feels almost as nice as the kiss itself.

-`♡´- elias bouchard

...And Elias looks at you, unreadable as always.

“Ah.” He tuts. “I suppose this was someone’s idea of a prank?”

Just your luck to be the first victim. And just your luck to be caught underneath it with Elias. You pretend to have not noticed, looking up again after he poses his question.

“Oh. That…” You lie, rather lamely. “I’m not sure, I haven’t seen it until now.”

“I see.” He pauses, and you shift your feet, the silence growing uncomfortable as he watches you. 

“Would you… like me to take it down?” You ask, moving to make yourself useful. Before you can get too far away, he speaks up. 

“No, no. It’s just harmless fun.” He makes a dismissive gesture, and you visibly relax. You don’t want to think about how ridiculous you would look balancing on an office chair trying to take the mistletoe down. “Might… improve morale down here, as it is.”

“I’m surprised you’re alright with it.” You say, giving him a sideways look. “Sounds like a HR problem waiting to happen.”

Elias laughs at that. "I assure you it will be fine.” He pauses, then. “It would only be inappropriate if someone like me initiated, so to speak.” Elias looks down at you, the ghost of a smile on his lips. His words are suggestive, challenging almost. Before you can lose your nerve, you lean over and kiss his cheek.

“So… that’s alright, then?” You ask. The scent of his expensive cologne follows you, even as you pull away.

“Precisely.” Elias says, sounding pleased with himself, pleased with you. "Though, if you'd like a little... reciprocation, I recommend we go back to my office."

You can't find it in you to say no.

-`♡´- helen/peony

Helen is the one holding the little bundle of mistletoe over Peony’s head, a sharp-toothed grin on her face.

“Look what I found, darling.” Helen says, shaking the plant overhead, as if Peony didn’t see her approach with it. It looks comically small in Helen's unnaturally large hands. “This does bring back memories, doesn’t it?”

“Those memories aren’t yours.” Peony corrects, moving past Helen to her desk. When she sets the stack of folders down, Helen is leaning over Peony’s shoulder, boxing her in.

“Spoilsport.” Helen tuts, feigning disappointment that she’s not playing along. “I don’t want to argue semantics with you again. I’m in a good mood, after all.” 

Peony turns, looking up at Helen; Helen’s features shift ever so slightly the more she focuses on certain points of the Distortion’s face. Sometimes she looks like the Helen Peony remembers; or perhaps Peony is just searching too hard for something that was never there. Still, she can’t help but look every time. 

“Did you come here just for…” Peony motions to the mistletoe, still held out in Helen’s palm. 

“Is it so wrong to want some affection from my favorite person?” Helen says, sweet as honey. “I get lonely too, you know.”

It’s so ridiculous Peony almost laughs, like it wasn’t the Distortion’s fault for Peony’s own loneliness. 

Still, the Archives were much too quiet nowadays. Peony aches for the familiar comfort of another, and she’ll take it even if it’s from something as cold and inhuman as Helen. Peony’s eyes flick down to Helen’s lips. Yes, they almost looked the same. Would they taste the same as her Helen’s once did?

“...You just want a kiss?” Peony asks, quietly. Helen narrows her eyes, looking far too pleased with herself. Peony can almost hear the sound of metal teeth snapping shut.

“If that’s what you’re willing to give me, darling.” She bends down, her face just above Peony’s. Peony doesn’t give herself any time to think this through, instead moving forward, pushing her lips against Helen’s in a slow, tentative kiss. Peony feels one of Helen's fingers run down her back, sharp, even through layers of clothes, and she shivers.

With Peony's eyes closed, it was easy to pretend that this is a stolen moment of normalcy; for a moment, she's back in her Helen's house, pressed up against her on the couch as they wind down from their long work days.

"...Now, was that so hard?" Helen muses, and Peony's eyes flutter open. Peony touches her lips, feeling her smudged chapstick, and she sighs.

Peony leans in for a second kiss.

[camgoloud]

he still has his tonsils. by the way if you even care

[nexus-nebulae]

every day i wish that Rats SMP was a cartoon bc it would make the greatest show ever i think

[neverendingford]

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