#dad is a bit of an ass but he has his tender moments

[quasieli]

[ID copied from alt text: A half body digital drawing of Virion (he/him), holding his baby daughter Ruby (she/her) close to his chest. Virion is a young, thin, pale complexion Elf with long red hair pulled up in a bun and a short beard. He is wearing a long sleeved dark red shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as a silver cuff bracelet with a green gem at its center and a silver wedding band. Ruby is a light brown complexion Elven baby with curly mauve hair. She is wearing a bright red shirt and is half wrapped in a green blanket. Ruby is sleeping peacefully on her father's shoulder while Virion looks down at her, smiling softly. End description.]

A NPC who hasn't shown up in a bit recently made a reappearance in my game and he's had a big change in his life since the party last saw him (he became a dad!) So ofc I had to draw him and his sweet baby girl ❤️

[joelscruff]

can i request another boyfriends dad fic where reader can't be quiet because it feels to good so joel puts his hand over her mouth and tells her to be a good girl for daddy 🥵

snack break (boyfriend's dad!joel x f!reader) 18+

anon you are so lucky i'm on my period rn. this is the same joel from quickie but both can be read as stand-alone.

summary: joel needs you to be quiet. (reader is of legal age) rating: 18+ explicit (minors, do not interact) warnings: daddy!kink, age difference, unprotected p in v sex, doggy, creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, this is filthy word count: about 800

"i'll be back in a second," you'd said, "getting some popcorn."

your boyfriend had given you a small grunt as a response, eyes glued to his gaming setup as he mashed the keys and furiously fingered the mouse better than he'd fingered you in your entire relationship. with an eyeroll you'd left his bedroom and walked across the hall to the kitchen.

the moment you'd shut the popcorn in the microwave and pressed the button, joel had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, kissed the back of your neck and told you to bend over the counter.

"be a good girl," he'd murmured, "don't make a sound."

it's hard not to make a sound when he's now fucking into you slow and deep, hips pressing firmly against your ass every time he buries his thick cock inside of you. your hands squeal against the kitchen counter for purchase, body loose and shaky as he takes what belongs to him.

"be quiet, babygirl," he murmurs, squeezing your breasts over the fabric of your oversized hoodie - your boyfriend's hoodie.

"i can't," you whimper, biting down hard on your lip when the head of his cock hits that firm and spongey place inside of you, making your legs shake, "it's too much, daddy, i can't."

"it's not too much," he replies softly, "you can take it, baby, i know you can."

you shake your head, feeling a guttural moan building in your throat when he pulls out again and pushes back in, brings one of his big hands down to press flat against your stomach, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"daddy," you groan, frantic and pitiful; it's louder than you'd expected and you both freeze, heads snapping toward the closed door of your boyfriend's bedroom.

after a few seconds you hear your boyfriend curse at someone in-game, still playing, completely unaware of what his father is doing to you across the hall. you both relax a bit, sighing in relief. joel places a tender kiss behind your ear and starts to fuck you again, slow and deep.

you can't help but start whimpering again and clearly joel has had enough of telling you to be quiet. instead he brings his hand up and places it firmly to your mouth, large and strong against your face. you whimper into it and are pleased to discover that the sound is barely audible.

"there you go," he murmurs in your ear, fucking you a bit harder now that he knows you can't make the same noises, "it's okay, babygirl, he can't hear you now."

you moan a bit louder as he picks up speed but your voice continues to stay muffled by the firm placement of his hand. he brings his other hand downward from your belly to rub your clit, eliciting a few more noiseless whimpers that vibrate against his skin. you're so overstimulated and full, a bit worried that when you come his hand won't be enough to mask the sound. but he doesn't seem to care.

"shhh, that's it," he coos in your ear, "such a good girl for daddy"

his words and the sensations are too much to bear; you clamp down tightly on his cock and make pathetic squealing noises into his hand, body trembling as he coaxes your orgasm out of you with soft whispers of praise and gentle kisses to your temple. he keeps rubbing your clit, fucking you hard and making your eyes roll back.

it's only a few seconds later that he finishes with a low groan in your ear, cock twitching within your walls as he paints your insides with his come. you tremble even more, unable to make sounds even if his hand wasn't in the way.

"that's it, that's my good girl," he murmurs in your ear, still emptying himself inside of you, filling you deep with his seed as his hand presses harder against your wet mouth, "just take it, take all of it."

the microwave dings and he pulls out, taking his hand off your mouth and bringing it down to thumb his spend back inside your swollen pussy.

"so messy," he murmurs, pushing as much as he can back inside before pulling your panties back up. you're still shaking, hunched over the kitchen counter as he hikes up your shorts and presses one final kiss to the back of your neck.

the microwave dings again, and you hear your boyfriend's voice call out from the other room, "take it out before it burns!"

you finally pull yourself off the counter, legs shaking like a baby deer as you reach over and pop the door open. the smell of popcorn wafts into the room.

"enjoy your snack." joel says with a smirk, then leaves the room as quickly as he'd entered.

[karlachismylife]

giving you a cartoonishly big fat kiss on the forehead to make you feel better-

thats my WIFE (gender neutral) your brain is bad talking!!! tell it to square the 🦆 up 🤺🤺🤺

*turns into the forehead kiss meme* Thank you baby 🥺🥺🥺 that definitely fixed my brainwaves a bit. But please don't beat my brain up, it doesn't have that many cells, that's an unfair fight...

Here are forehead kisses headcanons with task force 141:

Price is the king of forehead kisses. Yeah, his beard does sometimes tickle or even prickle, but honestly - nothing matters when he puts his heavy palm on your scruff, rubbing and squeezing a bit roughly, then pulls you closer to rest his forehead against yours, and after several moments of the most intimate closeness a person can achieve, lets out a deep sigh and shifts to press his lips to the spot he just was leaning against. You could be bleeding out to death, but that still would bring you immense inner peace and calm. And he does it casually, too - as a good morning kiss, a goodbye, as a thank you for the cup of tea you bring him when he's busy, when he just thinks you look cute... it's paternal, and not just in a dad-coded way. It's a leader promising care for those who follow him.

Gaz leaves the warmest, lingering, molten kisses. It's the softest feeling ever, there's literally a wave of sunlight and warmth washing over you starting from the spot where his full lips are touching your forehead. It's a quintessence of tenderness, filled with the ultimate romance - if there's always something a bit playful in the reverence he kisses your hands with, his forehead kisses are just pure love and adoration. His eyes stay closed for a few moments after he pulls away, too, like he's enjoying this even more than you, and he often follows up with a temple kiss or soft peck on the bridge of your nose. His soft breath always makes your skin heat up and wakes up the butterflies in your stomach.

Ghost is a grumpy forehead kisser. It's often a result of him sulking or brooding about some minute disagreement or you refusing to stay in bed with him forever when he wants cuddles and you want not to be fired for missing work. He can't break the act that's supposed to tug on your heartstrings, but he still wants to kiss you - that's how you get these reluctant, short, gruff pecks that feel almost like a bird pecking at some grain. In some time you learn to catch that little smile he actually has when he kisses you on the forehead, thinking you won't notice, but confronting him about it is useless - he's too good at pretending he's nothing but a big grump. Too bad that he never expects a return forehead kiss. Or that you know he often does it while you're asleep (or he thinks you are) and he is restless.

Soap is the CEO of cartoonishly big fat forehead kisses. He makes a point out of grabbing your cheeks, squishing them and pulling you up close to give you the loudest, silliest, messiest SMOOCH. Usually as a distraction tactic while you're scolding him - and as you're fighting the stupid smile this goofy kiss elicits, he's already kissing you on the lips. Sly bastard. It's almost as if he just can't do it normally, even when it's not a bomb-diffusing tactic (with you being the bomb), but a rather sweet cuddling sesh, he still makes a loud smooching noise and gives a theatric satisfied sigh afterwards. You'll just have to get used to this silliness. Doesn't mean you shouldn't whoop his ass if he accidentally leaves a real fucking hickey right in the middle of your forehead. Idiot.

[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐍

ㅤㅤno outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni, romance, valentines day, strangers to lovers

word count: 1.2k

summary: when your friend sets you up on a blind date, you had no idea how impactful it would be.

warnings: piv, oral (fem receiving), praise, mild dirty talk, ngl this is mostly smut dvbfdvbd

a/n: hello @always-andromeda!!! I was your secret valentine!! 💘💘💘 sorry I'm slightly late but I hope you had a spectacular valentines day, and I hope this fic of a dream of a man will make you happy!

A blind date. 

A goddamn fucking blind date. 

You still can’t believe you said yes and thought it was worth risking your mental stability for a date with a man you’ve never met, nor seen before. The agreed time was 7 pm, Valentine's Day, and lo behold it was 7.15, and still no sign of the famous Joel Miller. 

“This was stupid,” you mutter, looking around the crowded bar. You got stood up that’s for sure. You should leave, go home, and snuggle up with your favorite book under the bed. 

You're already seated at a cozy booth, nursing a half-forgotten drink as you contemplate your escape plan. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the chatter of the bar.

"Hey there."

You turn, startled, to see a man standing before you. He has a slightly sheepish grin on his face, as if he's been searching for you for a while. He repeats your name, a bit firmer this time, probably thinking he might have had the wrong person. Swiftly your eyes move up and down his frame, broad shoulders, broad chest— His dark, tousled hair frames a ruggedly handsome face, with tired, yet alert, eyes that seem to hold a thousand stories. 

"Yeah, that's me," you reply, trying to hide your surprise. "And you must be Joel?"

"Guilty as charged," he says with a soft smile. "Sorry, I'm late. Traffic was hell."

“That’s alright. . .” 

He raises an eyebrow, still smiling, “You sure that’s what you think? You looked right about to leave, honey.” 

"Well, I... I was just... considering my options," you stammer, feeling a bit flustered under his scrutiny.

Joel's smile widens, and he chuckles softly. "I'm glad you decided to stick around," he says, his voice warm and reassuring. "I promise to make it worth your while."

There's a sincerity in his words that puts you at ease, and you find yourself relaxing in his presence. Maybe this blind date won't be such a disaster after all.

"I'll grab us some drinks," Joel offers, standing up from the booth.

You nod, grateful for the distraction. "Sure, sounds good. I'll have a Negroni."

As Joel heads towards the bar, he glances back at you with an amused twinkle in his eye. "Don't run off while I'm gettin’ them now," he teases.

You let out a laugh, feeling a warmth spreading through you. "Don't worry," you reply, meeting his gaze. "I'm not going anywhere now that you're here."

He’s a single dad. 

A contractor. 

And most importantly, he’s eager to take you home. 

In the short amount of time that you got to know him, you feel as if this blind date was a key moment in your life. You already know this wouldn’t be the only time, and by the way he’s kissing you right now, you know that he feels it too. 

You had done the most cliche thing possible, asking if he wanted to come upstairs for a drink. 

All hell broke loose as soon as you closed your apartment door. 

His tongue is deep in your mouth as he sucks on your bottom lip, teeth nipping at the tender flesh. His large hands are under your skirt, squeezing your ass. You moan wantonly into his mouth, your eyes rolling all the way back into your skull. You’re burning and all he does is fan the flames. 

“Look at you, so good to me making those sweet noises,” he pulls his mouth away only an inch, making you feel the fan of his breath. His lips are shining under the dim light. “Make some more pretty girl. Make me hear all of it.” 

Without warning he slips two fingers between your folds, circling them around your clit. Your insides clench, more wetness gathering between your legs. Another moan rips from your throat. Joel gives you a half smile, eyes growing dark the more you let go and fall. 

“Can’t wait to take you apart again and again and again,” his lips ghost your cheek, mapping a road to your ear. You shudder against him. “Where’s the bedroom?” 

It takes you a second to understand the question. At least you thought it was a second, his deep laughter makes you think otherwise. “You really know how to make a man feel good about himself, sweetheart. But as much as I would love to fuck you on the floor, a bed would be better for a sweet thing like yourself.” 

“If you continue sweet-talking me like that I might just combust.” 

“That’s the plan darlin’,” he murmurs as you guide him. “I can’t wait to taste your mess.” 

As soon as he strips you down and lays you on the bed, he takes his place between your legs. A man of his word. He’s still fully clothed, you only managed to unbutton his jeans but that was it. He grinds down into the soft flesh of the bed as his tongue dips between your folds, licking and slurping, he moves up to your clit and sucks the sensitive nub, making you shout. 

“Let go, sweetheart. Need you to come at least once before you take me.” 

He sucks your clit again and again, applying pressure with his tongue, he slips in two fingers, curling them at just the right angle—

“Fuck—Joel, I’m—“

“Come for me, darlin’. Give me what I asked for and make me a happy man.” 

With a gasp, you let go, your whole body trembling as Joel continues to work his magic until you're left breathless and spent. He gives your clit one last lick before pulling away, a cocky grin on his face. 

"Damn, you look beautiful when you come. I can't wait to see it again," he says as he leans in for a quick kiss, before getting up and shedding his own clothes. You take a moment to admire his body before he's on top of you, his lips pressed against yours again. 

With each kiss, each touch, the fire between the two of you only intensifies. You don't even notice when he slips a condom on and pushes inside you, the pleasure taking over. 

Joel's thrusts are slow and deep, his hands gripping your hips as he moves in and out of you with increasing speed. You can feel the pressure building in your core again.

"God, you feel so good," Joel groans, his breath hot against your neck as he kisses and nips at your skin. "I can't get enough of you."

You feel the tight coil in your stomach unravel again, and you cry out as you come for a second time. Joel follows soon after, collapsing on top of you as he catches his breath. 

He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms, both of you covered in a light sheen of sweat. You lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Joel speaks up. 

"Can I be honest with you, sweetheart?" 

"Of course," you reply, turning to look at him. 

"I haven't felt a spark like this with anyone in a long time. I want to see where this goes," he says, sincerity in his voice. 

"I feel the same way," you admit, smiling at him. 

Joel's fingers brush your cheek before leaning in for a soft kiss. You can't believe your luck, finding someone who could ignite such a passionate fire in you. You know this is just the beginning of something special between the two of you. And you can't wait to see where it takes you.

[claritys-silly-things]

It’s that time again yall

Headcanons! It’s a long one this time

Emetophobia tw

- (I think I can classify this as modern) Rip sodapop curtis you would’ve loved saying “I’m just a girl 🎀”

- Soda never liked haircuts. When he was a small feral child his long hair would get tangled a lot, but he’s tender headed as FUCK so he would scream and cry when his momma brought the brush out. Darry put sodas hair into braids sometimes just for fun and soda didn’t mind bc it kept his hair from getting tangled, and then it didn’t hurt to brush. He’s always had really soft hair and it grows super fast.

- Jealous little soda asksjks (this was about soda being jealous over pony getting attention as a baby but I don’t wanna edit the original ramble I wrote down)

- When ponyboy was born he just kind of STARED. No crying or anything just 👁️👁️. Even Darry cried when he was born. Soda cried a lot.

- Adding on, Darry and pony were pretty quiet babies. They still cried for food and stuff sometimes but not a lot. Soda was a LOUDDD crier, and a frequent one too. It was the type of crying that sounds like it hurts the baby’s throat cause they’re shrieking their head off. Also soda would cry for, like, the first year of his life if he was ever handed to his dad.

- If Johnny survived the fire and got a wheelchair, he’d be running over people’s feet. Constantly. Just because. Or bc they asked for it. Either way, the moment he gets a hang of that wheelchair it is OVER for yall. And probably before that too.

- Ponyboy gets the same. Goddamn. Thing. At EVERY restaurant. Partly because it scares him to order anything else, partly because he’s picky asf. He makes sure it’s there on the menu and has his order memorized by now. “Chicken tenders, fries, and a Pepsi please.” He’s tried to ask for other things in the past like eggs, cuz he likes those, but the moment they asked him “how would you like them done” he just stared at Darry because he didn’t know what all the different types of eggs were, and now he’s scared bc he’s taking longer, and the server is still there, so he just got sunny side up eggs and they were slimy and he wanted to go home and cry (based on a true story sadly)

- Basically pony has anxiety and probably autism (so me)

- Ponyboy likes avocado. That’s it that’s the headcanon. It’s like one of the only healthy-ish things he’ll eat.

- Soda gets suuuper nauseous really easily, and pony gets carsick on occasion. So the first time pony went to a theme park, his family was scared that he would throw up like soda. They go on a ride and he’s like “yall im fine dawg.” Soda is jealous bc pony can go on rides unaffected (soda will still go on rides anyways, he just throws up afterwards)

- Pony is the most PALE ASS BITCH you’ve ever seen. He burns soo easily. His face gets red really quickly, no matter what’s going on. The only time he gets the slightest bit darker is when he burns and tans. Two-bit has been like “you ain’t white you translucent” multiple times because in the right lighting you can see pony’s veins. It’s even worse because soda and Darry tan so wonderfully, and pony looks like he had an allergic reaction if he doesn’t reapply his sunscreen when he’s supposed to. I feel like Mrs Curtis is the reason for this, she didn’t tan. Mr Curtis did tho.

- Pony has mild (severe) ocd

- Marcia’s last name is smith she is white-Hispanic on one side and Native American on the other thank you for coming to my TED talk

- Marcia is Cuban and Native American

- Marcia’s full name is Marcia smith that’s it that’s the end

It’s funny cuz I listed these things like three times and just forgot about the other two

- Twobit is Brazilian end headcanon

- Mr Curtis had autism and Mrs Curtis had inattentive adhd

- Mr Curtis was half Mexican on his mom’s side and half Irish on his dad’s side. Mrs Curtis was full Italian-American.

- Darrys the typa guy to make pony and soda turn off a show or movie if it talks about possession or like demonic stuff/soul stealing stuff

- (Modern au) Darry will get a text from ponyboy about something, like “can I go in your room rq” and he sees it but doesn’t actually open the text message until later and like, two hours later he’ll just respond “no” and thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

[emchante]

Divorced dad Daniel seeing you gain the healthy weight you do once your relationship becomes serious and feeling himself go feral every time he sees your soft curves. He might even hand feed you something, imagining gripping that waist, that ass, those wide hips later. The fullness of them fitting so right into his palms 🤭

~🫠 (the og has returned)

WHEN WE NEEDED THEM MOST.. THE OG ANON RETURNED 🫵🫵 and oh.. did they return with something to just kill me off.

you know the drill, rambles below<3

but god. god do i LOVE this trope. healthy weight gain is something that’s tender to my heart, especially as a curvier girl. and it works so well with this au, and daniel who ends up gaining a little weight after realising how comfortable he is with you<3

daniel loves the sight of you, always. he thought he couldn’t love you anymore, but when he sees your curvier body, wider hips, softer front? oh, he somehow loves you even more. and it makes him feel a lot, not just happiness. no, we know this man is a dirty dog, so his mind is racing when you fill out a little more.

when he stands behind you in the kitchen with hands on your hips, his eyes are constantly on them. watching as his fingers dip in slightly to the softer skin that now resides there.

when you’re laying together in bed,daniel’s head at your stomach, and your t-shirt rides up a little— daniel makes sure to place kisses on the few stretch marks that have appeared over you. you aren’t a fan, it makes you insecure— but daniel changes your mind about that, showing you that they’re beautiful, and show a sign of how happy you are, being yourself.

and when you’re going out to an event, or for a date? the way your dress hugs your soft edges and curves sends daniel’s mind in a frenzy. he honestly wants to cancel wherever you’re going, rip that dress off you and show you how much he loves you. he tells you that, too. but of course it only gets a laugh and a light slap to the chest from you. but he’s dead serious with what he says.

and ohhh, the hand feeding? marvellous. it’s not uncommon for you and daniel to hand feed each other, when one of you has a sweet treat, you reach out to the other to let them have a try. daniel loves it, a low growl escapes him when you teasingly lick along his fingers to get every last bit.

but when you stand up, walking to the kitchen to get a drink, his mind is in the gutter. thinking about how beautiful you’d look when he’s fucking you doggy style, one hand on your back as the other gropes at your wide hips. or when you’re riding him, how his eyes are hypnotised with the way your chest bounces up and down, hands distracting themselves with your waist as your softer body fills up his palms. or when he’s fucking into you, watching all of your soft body beneath him, before moving his eyes to your softer face, flushed cheeks and eyes squeezed shut as you moan his name loudly.

“danny?” you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. daniel sits up immediately, shaking his head as he smiles at you.

“everything alright, sweetheart?” he asks with a strained voice, swallowing thickly as he tries to focus on the present moment. your eyebrow raises as you sit down next to him again.

“i think i should be asking you that,” you mutter, hand trailing up his thigh and cupping at his clothed erection, and fuck— when did he get hard? surely it wasn’t—

“fuck,” he moans as you squeeze his cock, hips thrusting up into your hand as you move closer to him, soft body pressing into his own.

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

KEI WHEN I GET YOU .

/AFFECTIONATE /SCREAMIJNG /IN TE A R S 😭😭😭💖💖💖💕💕💕

For those who missed it !!! This is the third piece in a preciousmetalshipping and dad!Lance-focused narrative that has just been a master craft in character exploration and this Absolutely Gorgeously written portrayal of both familial and young blossoming love - all with its twists and turns and the internalized doubts that come with the prior background of having been the son of the head honcho of Team Rocket.

I am Begging for y'all to check it out whenever y'all can cause it has been a dear fave of mine to follow and these last two pieces in particular have made me So Unbelievably Insane in a fantastic manner (just in time for Lance week no less) that I just Need to express it to more people however I could 🥺😭🫵💖💖💖

(The first and second parts of it could be found here !!! HIGHLY recommend y'all check those out first for the Full heart-wrenching yet beautifully fulfilling and heartwarming experience 💫✨✨✨)

"falling and floating" | preciousmetalshipping & dad!lance

"But you're here with me and Lugia right now, Silver, so I can't help but wonder: why did you follow us here in the first place?"

The question, simple as it may be, stunned Silver as if he was struck by lightning, paralyzing him from making much movement. Jaws slacked, he cycled through shock, shame, and denial in a single moment only to give up in the end with a huff. His lilac eyes gazed at him for a split second before drifting away, but that single look was enough for Ethan to glean the hidden message beneath, one that Silver wouldn't be caught dead saying out in the open: because I trust you.

Or: Ethan, like any sane trainer out there, took Silver to skydive as a means to alleviate his friend's stress. There were no accidents when they were aided by Ethan's trusty Lugia, but the same couldn't be said for their feelings and relationships.

A trilogy to "today, i love you" and "worthy of all the love in the world".

[matamisin]

I am absolutely living for the Stardew art. I love that game so much and have over 600 hours of playtime in it. I did have a little bit of a request but feel free to ignore! Could you rate all of the potential spouses based on your personal interpretations?

Hiii!! Yes yes yes thank you for this ask- I planned to do quick portraits anyways! <3 <3

But let's start!!

[PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, reblogs welcome! >:3c)

Harvey: 10/10

Handsome yes yes

Very sweet and loyal like bro LETS GO that's all I need

Doctor?? AKA he fixes up love interest who regularly gets into trouble? Endless possibilities BRO this is my favorite trope to write/draw about

HOWEVER HARVEY DOESN'T ACCEPT ANY INSURANCE HE JUST CHARGES OUR ASSES bro I'm trying to have a tender moment of almost dying and him worrying and then BOOM hands me my bill like "see you at home honey ily"

Overall he would treat us right yes

Animals LOVE his ass but he's awkward with them LOL

He's often a tired man due the clinic but he'll pull through to do things with the farmer when they're dating (like outings)

In the beginning when farmer is frequently getting hurt in the mines and being brought in hurt, he buys them a walkie-talkie. He's said multiple times that he doesn't recommend going in those dangerous places but learns that farmer's determined to keep going so he'll do what he can to make sure they can relay when they need help

He'll chime in on the walkie when he sees farmer going towards the mines and has them check things off a mental list (hi, this is Harvery- going to the mines? Do you have your weapon? How about food? You have your first-aid kit on you too right?)

This man will be TENSE the whole day when he knows farmer is in the mines. He'll only ease up once he knows they're not in there anymore

Disclaimer: from here on most of what I write will be 100% from my head because I haven't married anyone else yet LMFAO

Sam: 10/10

I interpret him as the golden retriever type- very hyper and friendly

That just makes him 1000% more loveable

HE'D TREAT US RIGHT

Very good with kids cause of Vincent which is like YES

A little blunt sometimes but that's wassup

Doesn't eat the best (AKA I give him two pizzas every week. Hmm. So maybe that means I'M the problem lol)

Also doesn't really know a lot of cooking, but when he moves in farmer finds new-looking cookbooks tucked away in his spaces

I feel like he'd be the type to have a switch in attitude- he's v friendly UNTIL he has reason to distrust/not like someone and then he'll flip from bright to cold (especially if the person has bad intentions about somebody he cares about)

Doesn't realize farmer and him are dating he just thinks they’re hanging out a lot and just kissing as really good friends

When he does realize they’re dating he gets all flustered and red

Would let you win at Mario-Kart

Despite his goofiness, he knows how to be a gentleman. He's always keeping an eye on farmer and making sure they're okay. If they're out together, the moment the sun goes down his jacket is on farmer's shoulders. When it's raining and he wakes up late and sees that farmer has gone out of the house for the day, he'll get up quick and run around with an umbrella and a thermos of hot coffee until he finds farmer. He'll follow farmer around with the umbrella covering mostly farmer, so he gets pretty drenched.

Very vocal about his love

Shane: 10/10

Ah the chicken man himself

ALSO GREAT WITH KIDS but in a different light- he's way more protective about them whereas Sam is more the laid-back and playful parent-figure (he throws his children into the air)

Recovering from his alcoholism and the habits that came with it (messiness and cluttery) but he's trying his best aww

Will rub his stubble on your face when he comes in for a hug ouchie

Even though he is not a dad- he just comes with dad stuff (dad outfits, dad jokes, EVERYTHING)

His chickens are protective of him so you must prove yourself worthy

(In my headcanons, Joja is kinda twisted) Will start to distance himself from Joja after farmer tells him of how they're trying to hurt the Junimos. He may eventually quit to work elsewhere, even though he doesn’t really know what Junimos are but something about farmer telling him about them seems sincere

He's very cuddly after getting to know him and dating. His love language happens to be physical touch and every touch makes him fall harder

This also means he gets a little sad when it's summer and too hot to cuddle that farmer turns around in their sleep. He gets pouty in the morning after until he gets a kiss LMAO

He'll frequently realize how messy he leaves his spaces, and will clean up. He tries to upkeep the cleanliness and manages it for a few days before it starts to get messy again. Sometimes it lasts a while, but sometimes it just slips his mind due to bad habits

Farmer pops into mind every time he has an urge to drink, and he'll shake it off and go do something else for them. He's DETERMINED to be the best person he can be for farmer

Alex: 10/10

A little rough at first lol- his attitude is very icky in the beginning BUT he's cute 

Once you get through that exterior he practically does a 180- HE'S SO SWEET AND CARING and no longer uhhh icky

He would tackle things for you (can he help farmer out of the mines when they pass out in the game? If he does I'd like to think he just picks them up and BOOKS it for the exit knocking anything in his path down LMFAO)

Becomes pouty when he gets a little jealous

Again he's very sweet- he kisses Evelyn and George on the cheeks every morning before he leaves the house, he often thinks about his late mom and visits her grave with flowers from Pierre's and has a small picnic there

I feel he would be prone to dreams about his mom, waking up in a cold sweat and tears. After the 8-heart event he gets up and does something sweet like making a whole breakfast for Evelyn & George or giving Dusty some quality time with walks, playing, and a good treat

Will be extremely protective over farmer. Farmer gives him a heart attack every time they go to the mines or the skull cavern or even in the sewer like baby what are you doing WHY ARE YOU GOING INTO THE MANHOLE

The caves he can't follow farmer with because he knows he isn't trained to fight monsters like farmer is and might hold them back instead, but he'll wait outside or tell Harvey that farmer's in the mines instead

Doesn't come out with it but he needs a lot of reassurance due to abandonment issues. He gets a little clingy and touchy but a little shy. (reaching for farmer’s hand/just pinching onto a part of the farmer’s clothes and holding on)

Sebastian: 10/10

This one might be rough cause I've never really felt much for him IM SORRY

Once farmer asks him out he's very unsure how to proceed. He'll call them things like dude and bro *with love*

It's literally like pulling teeth for him to call farmer honey just cause he's never been the affectionate type till now hehehe he'll try to say it and then drop to his knees like OTL and curl up (He'll get it eventually tho- this is just like the first few months LMFAO)

He has frogs right? He'll show you his frogs 

Your void chickens will love this emo boy they just vibe y'know?

He shows his love through acts of service and gifts, finding out the things you love and bringing them to you

As awkward as he is, his true intentions are very evident when he starts to really try to reconnect with Robin and asking her for advice on most anything he hasn't much a clue about.

He wants to be able to properly feel like part of his family, because farmer tells him that he deserves to feel loved there too. He’ll have a difficult heart-to-heart with Robin, Demetrius, and Maru and over time the family dynamic starts to heal. Sebastian is eternally grateful for farmer and tells them about the relationship and they’re all overjoyed to have farmer as part of the family too

He WILL stop smoking if farmer ever raises concern for his well-being

He starts to come out of his shell more (in general) as he and farmer progress their relationship. He tries his best to be a great partner, and everyone can sense that his demeanor is a little bit brighter than before. He starts to not be as shy about PDA too

He has many hoodies for farmer to steal HOWEVER they're all the exact same pair HAHAHA

Elliott: 10/10

I may also struggle with Elliott for similar reasons

Handsome right off the bat bro

But you'll never be able to be the one with the great hair in the relationship cause man he dominates in that

I see him as a gentle lover- very old-school romantic

He writes farmer love poems and songs often HE WILL SERENADE FARMER EVEN THOUGH HE'S ALREADY MOVED IN

Has pictures of farmer EVERYWHERE like his desk, in his books and notebooks, and has one of those accordion picture holders in his wallet of farmer and himself (and their child(ren) when time comes) He shows them off to the other villagers at the Saloon even tho they literally know farmer LMAOO

Has a very comforting vibe to him- he knows how to coddle farmer after they take a visit to the clinic

He'd let farmer use his favorite pen, trusting that it would return to him

Romantic gestures are EVERYWHERE. Songs, poems, so many pretty flowers in farmer's hair. 

I think he'd be the best cook out of everyone. Farmer wants to go out on a fancy date out of the village?? S'NOT GOOD ENOUGH- Elliott will change the whole decor of the kitchen and spend hours cooking and preparing for farmer to come home and then he plays all the roles (waiter, bus person, lover, etc) through the entire meal. But if farmer really actually wants to go out he'll go with it

Bachelorettes will be done in part 2 soon!

[lemonxdaisybby]

Hello! It's me! The one, request of Nsfw Headcanon of Judgment Boys, Thank you so much!! :) I love it so much! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

If you have free time, Maybe Judgment Boys getting asked by their lover that They wanted have baby which is leads to where the babies come from ;)

Hello again! I’m really glad you liked the NSFW headcanons, and thank you for your requests - I love seeing new asks/requests coming in 💕

I’m not very maternal, so I’m not massively confident with baby related topics (these requests are still welcome though ofc), but I gave it my best go. Also this turned into general ‘wanting a baby hcs’, as I struggled a bit. Hope that’s okay.

Yagami:

Yagami is just gonna fall silent at first, eyebrows shooting up and his jaw dropping slightly. He definitely would not have been expecting you to spring this on him so suddenly, and he probably would be suspicious, wondering if you’re serious or if this is some elaborate prank Kaito has roped you in on.

Once you assure him that no, it’s not a prank, and yes, you really want a baby, he’s just gonna pause and think. He would want to consider it first, debating if you two can afford a baby at the moment and if you have enough space in your shared apartment for a child. It’s a big decision to make, plus Yagami’s life and work isn’t always the most stable.

He would want to have a serious conversation about it with you beforehand. He doesn’t want to rush in to anything that the two of you may not be able to handle. However, once the two of you establish that you have the means to have and care for a baby, he is going to just light up, completely warming to the idea of starting a family. He never quite thought that he would ever start his own family, but he’s surprisingly hopeful of the idea now.

Sex when trying for a baby would almost be more tender and soft. He’d be a lot more gentle/affectionate than usual, and afterwards during post-sex cuddles, the two of you would find yourselves discussing little things about the baby, such as potential names, what kind of family trips you would like to go on, etc.

Kaito:

You are straight up going to render Kaito speechless. His brain is going to need a few moments to catch up to speed, and his face would just freeze as he asks ‘you want a baby?’

When you confirm this with a nod, man is just gonna disappear into the bedroom, quick as a flash. You’d almost think he was trying to make a run for it, until you hear him call out from the bedroom, telling you to hurry your ass up.

Kaito is so down to have a baby, and would be such a good dad. He���s got so much love to give. He’d also secretly think that pregnant bellies are just the cutest thing ever.

Kaito has likely thought about starting a family before, and is fully confident that the two of you will work it all out, and that everything will be fine. He doesn’t really feel the need to have a massive conversation about it.

Kaito has such a high sex drive, and trying for a baby obviously means sex. Horny man sees no downside to this. It is a win-win situation.

Higashi:

Flustered, surprised and confused man. Higashi is baby. Why do you need another one?

He would definitely want to talk it all out first and plan ahead. He’d want to make sure you two can provide for a baby, and have the space, money and resources for one.

He wouldn’t agree to it straight away, and would want time to think about it properly. It’s a big decision, and not something he would take lightly or rush in to.

He would secretly worry about if he would be a good dad or not. Reassure this man. He would be a really good dad, albeit he would be a bit anxious and overprotective at times.

Once he’s thought it through properly, he would approach you for another conversation, telling you that he too would like to start a family. He’d be very nervous, but deep down would be excited too.

Soft, sensual sex would ensue. Higashi would treat you like royalty. His baby mama deserves nothing but the best treatment.

Sugiura:

Cue panicked noises and stuttering. If he’s holding anything at the time of you telling him you want a baby, he would definitely drop it.

It might take Sugiura a while to warm up to the idea of having a baby, and it’s definitely not something he would rush in to. He’s fairly young still, so he hasn’t really considered it much, if at all. Starting a family has never really been a priority for him.

He’d likely suggest getting a pet at first, and that could be your little baby instead, a fur baby.

Once he has thought about it, and has warmed up to the idea of starting a family, he would wait for you to bring it up again, and he would go ahead and confirm that he’s happy to start a family. He would appear very nonchalant about it, and probably wouldn’t appear excited or hyped until you actually fall pregnant.

Probably would tell the guys that the two of you were trying to start a family, which would lead to a very shocked Yagami, Kaito and Higashi, because the baby of the group is going to be having a baby? How did this happen?

[aqua-the-smiter]

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦୨୧✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ ℑ𝔯𝔬𝔫 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 Ferrus Manus x female oc (Argena Seeva) Other parts in the reblogs Ferrus, in a bid to one up his pain-in-the-ass brother Fulgrim, takes up drawing. Gets some reference help from his long suffering friend and senechal, Argena. Part of my AU I have cleverly called the Primarch Wife AU. Happy endings, the boys get the help they need, Big E is a good dad and, most importantly, everybody gets a wife. Because big husband and small wife makes brain go brr

Sexual content/NSFW after the cut - Very lewd-but-not-lewd touching, Ferrus jacking off to his future wife while trying to get work done, idiots in love. @thevoidscreams @pringles-plaguehaus ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦୨୧✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊ “Gena?” Ferrus asked, sounding uncharacteristically nervous. “I have a…strange favor to ask of you.” Argena put down the loop of silver she’d been polishing and turned around on her stool to face him as she heard him out. Throne, he even looked uncomfortable, and she wondered what exactly he needed that he was looking so hot under the collar. Ferrus Manus was many things, but wavering was not one of them. Actually he was kind of cute like that. She mentally slapped herself almost as soon as the thought crossed her mind. HE. IS. YOUR. BOSS. She’d been with him for over a year and half at this point. It felt like it should have been longer. Falling into the role of his senechal had been so easy after a while. Especially after they’d started spending more time simply enjoying each other’s company. He was a surprisingly layered man once he opened up enough to show it. And, she heavily suspected, a lonely one too. So they’d gotten close more easily than she would have first thought. It even showed in the way he addressed her. Gena, a more tender nickname than her given. “Does it have anything to do with your ongoing attempts to one up your brother?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It does, yes. Look, I can’t help it. Fulgrim has been driving me mad recently, so I want to pay him back in kind.” “I know, I know. And if you pull it off you’ll make him absolutely seethe.” “It” in question was Ferrus putting a serious effort into learning how to draw. He could already, but it was an entirely different kind. Technical drawings, machine blueprints, weapon schematics. Nothing really artistic, although it could be counted as a form of art in its own right if you asked her. Watching him work was hypnotic, the movement of the pencil or stylus in his metal hands impossibly graceful. Elegant even. But most people didn’t see it that way. Resident artsy fuck, Fulgrim, certainly didn’t. Constantly making little jabs and jokes at his best friend’s inability to produce anything else than purely practical drawings. Finally, Ferrus had enough and announced to her in private that he was going to produce a piece of actual art better than anything Fulgrim could do (and he wasn’t as good as everyone thought he was, including himself) out of pure brotherly spite. The early results were rough, but promising. Argena herself had quite a bit of skill, picked up from her goldsmithing hobby, and he’d come to her with practice sketches, rudimentary shapes and simple three dimensional objects. It took him a while, but he was definitely getting it. His talent for technical drawings was beginning to shine through with the clean linework. In short, it seemed he might actually do it. “That is the goal.” He said, just a little smug. “So what do you need me for, pray tell my lord?” She prompted. The Primarch seemed to steel himself for a moment. “Well…I feel I’m ready to move on to…organic materials now. I can only draw my own tools so much before I cease to learn any more from the exercise. I was going to ask if I could study you. Your anatomy, I mean.” And it already sounded like that would involve less clothes than she started with that day. “...Study my anatomy? How so? Moreover, why?”

“Feel up your body. Your muscles, skeletal structure, general build. How everything connects and moves together. I find that I learn best when I am up to the elbows in it so to speak, so being able to touch it would be the best thing. You are the only person I feel comfortable coming to with this. It is, ultimately, quite a petty thing I’m after. You have been very understanding of me. More than I thought would be possible.” Ferrus paused for a moment, wondering if what he had to say next was even a good idea before deciding he’d take that chance. “Also, you are objectively a very beautiful woman. Whatever someone’s personal tastes may be, nobody could look at you and deny it. And subjectively, I think you are a beautiful woman. For those reasons you’d make the best subject for what I’m trying to accomplish. If the goal of art is to create something pleasing to the eye, something that captures the beauty of the world and the enthusiasm of the creator in a still image, you would be a perfect basis. Not like the mess of colors and lines Fulgrim throws on his canvases.” He spoke so frankly. Ferrus was always a very no-nonsense type of person, but to have that direct, blunt nature used in such a glowing description of her was something else entirely. Because you knew for a fact when he said something, he meant it. It made her feel very warm inside. “And this is purely for research, right?” She asked tentatively. “Purely objective.” He swore. “And I won’t go any farther than you want or touch you anywhere you don’t want to be touched. I’ll fill in any gaps in my knowledge with an anatomy book. Just tell me where to stop, and I will.” Somehow a Primarch who’d grown up in the wilderness eating sand had a better concept of boundaries than many people. “Well...I trust you, so I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.” She said after a moment, rubbing her upper arm. “I’m willing. Let’s do it.” He gave her one of his rare smiles (that seemed to be becoming less rare nowadays come to think of it), genuinely grateful. It made her feel more at ease with the agreement. Who knows, it might even be fun. ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

[pepsiiwho]

I've been re-listening to Brandy's Cinderella and I am, unfortunately, incredibly weak for the Cinderella story now that I'm older and done being an edgy teenager at all times. Now that I am an adult who is drinking and mildly tipsy, I can combine my favorite current thing (HADES 2) with my favorite princess trope right now (CINDERLLA)

So theres the Hypnos version and the Melione version. Honestly, I'm a bit more taken by the Mel version right now because reverse love stories just move me horribly. So that'll be the focus.

WaxWitch under the cut, no spoilers for Hades 2 other than characters who appear and possible canon interactions compared to this au. Long post WOOP WOOP...

So obviously Cinderella in this au is Icarus and The Prince, now Princess, is Melione. Icarus wouldn't really be the step child under the wicked step mother but just because I'm iffy on the actual lore of the myth and his canon relationship with his father during life in the game, I'll be taking to liberty to say it wasn't great and he very desperately wants to get out of his house and 'spread his wings', so to speak (crowd loudly cheers because I said the thing).

Anyway so similar to the plot of the film, Melione is the princess and daughter of the king and queen. This could be a simple, "Mom, Dad and Brother are back and life is good" set up or "Mel is all that's left of the royal line with her tutor/ god parent turned Adoptive mother as queen" either works, doesn't reeally make a difference. whatever,

So they meet in the main square and Melione is instantly taken by the tinkering boy who dropped his basket of apples or whatever he was doing. They get to talking and eventually one of them has to go but they promise to meet again.

So they do. Again and again and again. For years they continue meeting once a week, every week, regardless of everything else. Melione finds someone soft and kind, someone with a mind that never stops moving and expects nothing from her in terms of revenge or strength. She finds someone painfully mundane and it's refreshing, at first, to be around someone so simple. As they grow together she wishes her dearest Icarus could have more, could have everything this world has to offer. Everything he deserves and more.

Icarus is instantly in love with her. First because the pretty young princess is talking to his pitiful self, both of them the tender age of 15 with nothing to show for it but difficult personalities and a need to prove something, but his love for her just grows and grows with each passing day. He pushes himself to create more and more to amuse Melione with little bobbles and simple wooden figures, then to help Melione ease the day to day humdrum of her classes with paper weights and dynamic knife sheathes, then to aid with her trainings then to help rest her mind. He loves how she laughs and how humble she is even though she of all people need not be humble. How she insists on cleanliness and everything being in its rightful place. How she's such an ass about gardening and how specific soil must be and how seeds are placed. She has a mole on her wrist and she always blushes and groans when her aid called her 'minnow'. How she would have these moments of contemplation, of grief and mourning for a family she never knew. Everything about her entranced him and it somehow just got worse with each years they knew each other. And with that longing came the gap between them widening. Eventually her royal training lessons began, to prepare her to take the throne one day, and that only solidified the distance between them. Maybe that's why things went wrong.

Shit hit the fan during their last day together. He flew too close to the sun with one project, inviting on strengthening himself with her help. Maybe he knew, even then, that he was too weak to be hers. Maybe he was just a headstrong child. Doesn't really matter either way. She got hurt, lost and arm, and he made himself scarce. It was pretty cut and dry (ha) by that point.

A few years later and Melione is at an age to find a consort. Continue the line. No one catches her eye, no one can after the one boy who had her heart left her without even a final goodbye.

So her mother plans a ball to find her a consort. Any and all eligible youth in the kingdom are invited. It's a massive affair. Icarus wasn't going to go, how could he in his ratty ruined inventor's clothes and scorned name. Why, the guards would probably pierce him dead the moment he walked up to the steps of the palace. Rightfully so, of course, but he can't shake this feeling that he needs to go. To see her again.

That's when his fairy god mother appears, [I am not at all picky about who, I think Aphrodite because LOVE idk, but anything works] and she convinces him to go even though he thought it was impossible. He's dressed to the nines, perfectly clean and gorgeous. He barely recognizes himself without the grease one his clothes and bags under his eyes. He rides a wax carriage, and is warned that by 12 everything made for him will melt, leaving him bare, wanting and painfully himself. He sets off at once.

Somehow, Melione doesn't either. A few years and a change of clothes does a lot clearly. But the moment they lock eyes as he comes down the stairs, clad in blue and glass slippers she's entranced. They dance and dance and almost struggle to share words because they're too busy basking in each other's company. It's just so easy. Melione hasn't felt ease like this since... well.

After hours together they escape to the garden, to enraptured with the other to allow another suitor to steal a glance, let alone a dance. They begin talking about their lives and what they want from this ball, and they get close as they speak in hushed whispers between them. Eventually the moment gets too tender, too sweet and they kiss, lulled into each other. Its heavenly.

But, it's late. Too late, even. Icarus can't bare to say who he is and Melione can't bare to let him go. Time, unfortunately, cares for neither. With a final kiss Icarus leaves and Melione is left watching as he runs away, leaving nothing but a single shoe on the steps...

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - September 17th

Happy Sunday, friends! Here’s today’s list--it’s gonna be kinda light over the next week or two, because work is kicking my ass. Enjoy though! And be sure to leave a comment/kudos for the fic you enjoy! 

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Transistor-Powered Teammate by veryvincible

“You know, I always thought Tony Stark would be the one to master time travel. When I first got here, I half thought he must have a time machine laying around somewhere.”

Heart’s desire. by captainstars

Neither Steve nor Tony could have reacted in time to the purple blast that exploded out from the stone, bathing both of them in the warmth of its eerie light.

“You will realize it.” The man professed, his gaze startlingly clear for someone who had been rambling until then.

“You will realize your heart’s desire.”

OR

The fuck buddies + ABO AU.

make me yours by complicationstoo 

Steve sighs, “With the way the serum made me look and the strength it gave me, I know you were expecting me to be, I don’t know, more dominant in bed, I guess. And I know it’s a fair assumption, I’m not saying it isn’t, but it’s not really true.”

Tony is grateful that Steve can’t see his face right now, because he can’t mask the utter surprise on it when it finally clicks.

“Oh,” Tony says. “Oh, that’s - oh.”

tomorrow by complicationstoo 

“She’s just a friend, you know,” Natasha says, and Steve nods. He does know, because Tony told him himself a few days ago, then again tonight when he introduced her to everyone. But his hand was on her lower back, and hers was on his arm, and they were both smiling and so clearly familiar with each other that it didn’t matter that they’ve known each other since they were kids. All Steve could see was that someone else was Tony’s date for a gala he didn’t even want to come to in the first place, making the whole night that much more miserable for it.

Foot, meet mouth by itsallAvengers

Peter finds a ring in Steve's jacket pocket.

Peter confronts Steve.

Peter discovers it is, in fact, not actually Steve's jacket.

Peter contemplates how long his dad is going to ground him when he finds out what he's just done.

Put Me Back Together by AvengersNewB

Steve holds it together to see through what needs to be done, with Tony missing in space and half of the universe snapped out of existence.

Only until Tony comes back to earth.

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Infinity War fix-it.

A Bit Of Sweet Sugar (For The Veins) by dingadur

Steve finds a flogger in Tony's underwear drawer and promptly freaks the fuck out.

They figure it out, though.

fun & games by welcoming_disaster

In which Steve Rogers keeps making bets he's going to lose.

Captain Planet by tsukinofaerii 

After the Red Skull incident, Steve needs to get away from things for a while. Tony, being the caring and considerate person he is, makes arrangements. But the Steve that comes back might be a little more than the world can handle.

buy the brooklyn bridge by plingo_kat

It’s a whole new world, and Steve finds himself fitting in pretty well. Especially with Tony Stark as a guide.

My Heart Would Benefit From a Little Tenderness From Time to Time by SuperstringSymphony 

“Come with me.” Tony licks his lips, blue eyes lifting to meet Steve's. “We've both had a long week, I thought you might like to relax.” Tony's gaze darts from side to side. Steve has noticed since they started this that Tony only ever truly looks nervous when he's talking to him. “The car is around the front, what do you say, weekend getaway?” Tony smiles, stroking a hand down his back with a featherlight touch. Steve just barely represses a shiver, eyeing Tony for a moment. With other people he's always a little shuttered. Here though, with Steve, his expression is unguarded, eyes bright with hope. He looks a little strained though, as if the week has taken its toll on him as well.

When I think about you by sirona 

Five times someone saw Steve sass the hell out of Tony and one time Tony finally bought a clue. Also known as the story of Captain Sasspants more than handling his own with Tony Stark at his most devious.

Two Out of Three (Ain't Bad) by plingo_kat

It blindsides him one morning in the middle of his customary third cup of coffee; Steve walks through the door in loose cotton pants, shirt pulled up to wipe the sweat off his face from his usual morning workout, and Tony thinks: adorable.

Not a Breakup by Annie D (scaramouche)

Tony knew it was a bad idea to start sleeping with Steve. It could mess up team dynamics, make things even more awkward between them in the future, or just plain get in the way of their trying to save the world. Tony foresaw all of the above but not the advent of feelings, and at the most inopportune moment.

For a Certain Definition of Happiness by Neverever

Steve Rogers should be happy - he has a job leading the new team of Avengers, friends, and a steady girlfriend. He works well with Tony Stark, who has retired as Iron Man and provides financial backing and technical support for the team. Steve's life becomes complicated when the Avengers encounter a mysterious supervillain crimewave, Helmut Zemo wants to legislate the Avengers out of existence, and his relationship with Sharon begins to fall apart. Then, after the death of a close friend, Steve begins to question if he is truly happy.

And, worse, why can't he get Tony off his mind?

Ares & Vulcan by Captain_Panda

"I am the god of war.  And I’m here to fight the mad Titan Thanos."

Tony Stark dies. Steve Rogers endeavors to fix that. In the process, he transcends.

An Endgame Greek god fusion. Because time travel.

[munsonology]

I've been thinking about Eddie's reaction to reader calling him "stink" or "stinkabutt" for the first time. He'd be so confused/maybe even a little hurt. He's used to stigma about him because he's poor that he doesn't upkeep his hygiene, but he does. Eddie is meticulous about showering and smelling good (even if his hair is a disaster at times). But he most certainly does not stink.

You can see the look of hurt flashing over his face and then have to VERY quickly explain that it's a term of endearment. He's a bit confused at first, "What do you mean it's a term of endearment? A term of endearment is baby or babe, not stink or stinkabutt."

It turns into you going to your parents--dragging a very reluctant and pouty Eddie behind you--to ask, "Mom, what was your nickname for dad when you two were dating?"

She looks at you a little unsure of where it's going, but does answer. "Baby, and interchangeably stink."

You turn to Eddie to emphasize the point. His shoulders drop a little and he finally relents that okay it is a culturally rooted term of endearment but you cannot call him that in public. Not that he's ashamed of you, but because he doesn't need assholes with more fuel. You can agree until Eddie's helping you with some last minute errands for dinner. He grabs the box of macaroni noodles you need off the shelf.

"Thanks stinkabutt." You'd been sort of teasing him all day, tapping his ass as he walked slightly in front of you, pressing into his back when paused in the aisle. But you definitely did not want to cross this line because Eddie specifically asked you not tol. And yet, here you are. As the name is falling off your lips, you are slapping a hand over your mouth. "No, no, no, no, I'm so sorry babe," you correct.

Eddie shakes his head a little, a tiny smile on his lips. "I get it," he assures you. "No harm, no foul. But out of the two of us, the best ass is yours."

You're so relived he's not angry, but you take extra care to use "baby" or "babe" the rest of the day. Even snuggled up on the couch in the trailer, Eddie laying on your stomach, body between your legs, your fingers in his hair, you don't use stink, you don't use stinkabutt.

Eddie's on the verge of falling asleep. Between you scratching at his scalp and rubbing at his back after a hefty dinner of chicken tenders, mac'n'cheese, and string beans, Eddie knows he's about to go under for the count.

He snuffles, chin resting into your gut. He taps your side to get you to look at him. When you do, he pouts. "Do you hate me?"

"Hate you? Eddie, what are you on about?" you ask.

"See--that. You used my name. What happened to babe? What happened to stink?"

"I-I felt bad for earlier. Didn't want to mess up again," you tell him.

He shakes his head, eyes fluttering close for a moment as you graze his cheek. "Nope, I'm stink now, okay?"

You laugh gently at his tired pout. "Go to sleep, stink. God, you get childish when you're sleepy."

Eddie grins. "Hell yeah, I'm stink."

Eddie passes out from the itis like two minutes later and he definitely snores. Thankfully, the movie's fake gore and screeches help cut over some of the nose Eddie's making.

-H

Ongggg H this amazing 😭 it’s so beautifully written and I’m having so many thoughts 🤓 thank you for sending this because I was dozing off and I have deep fried Oreos to eat lol

so on the debate on if Eddie has good hygiene or not, I think he does have good hygiene but maybe he didn’t always have that. It’s something he had to learn how to do on his own, and with parents in and out the house he didn’t have the best guidance.

I think when he first went to Wayne’s, Eddie just knew taking a bath. Wayne had to tell him about deodorant and washing behind his ears and under his fingernails and flossing. The plant doesn’t have the best healthcare so he instilled in Eddie he has to take care of himself. Just like a teenager he didn’t listen 100% of the time. Eddie had several cavities that needed to be taken care of. Watching wayne struggle to pay the bill (even after insurance) brought him to reality far to early for any child. I also think something like this is how he started dealing.

I get why Eddie feels the way he does tho about the nickname you give him. My mom used to call me witchy Pooh when I’d get zits on my nose and she’d think it’s cute but at school it’s a different story. People think you’re greasy/dirty if you have acne and that’s just for some moderate acne. So like me, Eddie is super sensitive for people pointing out if he smells or if his clothes aren’t the best. It’s likely a coping mechanism for some ptsd from his life before Wayne.

And Eddie would so get upset if you don’t call him by his nickname anymore or you call him his first name or GASP his government name! He’ll never be Edward to anyone! Calling him stick grows on him not only because he knows it’s coming from you and he’s safe, no need to worry about bullying, but also because he sees how your parents are too. They tease each other about habits and call each other nicknames they only know and it’s cute to be someone’s ‘stink’. It means he’s close to you, y’all share so much you’ve rubbed off on each other. Becoming each others stink.

[millenari]

Munkustrap for the ask game? 🥺

1. Canon I outright reject

I CANNOT find the post but there's this one Jack Rebaldi interview where he mentions something about how 'no one likes Munkustrap because he's the leader and nobody really likes the guy always giving you orders' and as much as I love Jack Rebaldi's Munk I just don't agree with that interpretation. Everybody loves Munk. To Me.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

On the flip side of Munk actor interviews, Michael Gruber saying

'[Munk is] entrusted with giving the information to the other, maybe younger cats who have not been to the Jellicle Ball before. He gets up and says exactly what they're here to do. He's also caretaker of the kittens. He wants to make sure everybody's safe; in all the Macavity scares, he's there to protect the tribe. So he is the protector'

about Munk is really fundamental for me and how I see Munk, Munk's role in the tribe, and Munk's role in the story.

3. Obscure headcanon

His owner is an old unmarried lady who lives in an apartment by herself; she calls him Felix and he feels responsible for her bc she 'has no colony'.

4. Favorite line

Michael Gruber's American-ass delivery of 'or hairier' in Pekes is my favorite comedy moment in any and all versions of Cats I've seen, it gets me every time.

5. Best personality trait

He cares, deeply and personally, about pretty much everyone, and never hesitates to put himself out there to assist if someone needs it. He's a natural leader and a quick decision maker even under pressure, but he's still patient and compassionate with everyone he meets-- even when he's stressed or angry, he still makes efforts to be kind.

6. Worst personality trait

Munk physically cannot remove himself from a situation if he thinks he's needed, even if he's actively making it worse. He also is one of those people who refuses to let people just vent at him and tries to solve everyone's problems even if they don't want a solution to their problem.

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

Munk is shorter than Tugger but significantly stronger than him, so he can just scoop Tugger up in a fireman's carry and remove him from a situation if he's being annoying.

8. Unpopular opinion about them

Honestly I think I'm even more normie about Munk than about Tugger. I don't think I have any truly unpopular hot takes about him.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

I do love his part of Jenny's song-- the way he's singing directly to the kittens on the ground, and his section of the song has this lullaby feeling to it that's just so calming and tender. I really love how for that song it's a duet (sort of) between a young dude and an older lady, but the older lady gets the snappy upbeat part and the younger dude gets the slow & sweet part. It really just establishes Munk as this soft and nurturing figure from the beginning.

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

Bway revival Macavity fight imo. It's just so damn good.

11. Faceclaim for the role

Michael Gruber is rlly my Munk, even the unique shape of his wig in 98 sticks out to me as a Fundamental Munk Thing™.

In human aus he's kind of this lighter-skinned 'racially ambiguous' kind of guy with dark hair, smile lines, a little bit of stubble, and a frequently worn sweater vest.

12. Crack headcanon

I feel like his human version would be a Beyonce fan, but like in the cringiest middle-aged-dad way possible.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Munk's always been a pretty level-headed and mature guy, even when he was young, so there isn't much that he's done that I can label as 'stupid' except perhaps jumping into dangerous situations to protect someone without considering his own safety first. My hc for how Plato joined the Junkyard starts with Munk running straight into traffic on a busy street bc he saw baby Plato abandoned between two lanes and petrified from fear.

Random ass kitten Munk had never seen before in his life, and he charged right into mortal danger without a second's thought about it. Brave, but also stupid.

14. Most heroic moment

Munk's doing heroic shit all the time. My previous answer is actually a good example, plus, you know, he's tangled with Macavity more than once.

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Munkustrap Has Never Done Anything Wrong, Ever, In His Entire Life.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

I don't know if this is 'never admit to himself' levels but Munk wonders a lot if he shares some blame for how Macavity ended up. He and Mac grew up together, and while he always knew his older brother had a temper, he really and truly thought Mac was just rough around the edges, and that he really did care about Munk and the rest of the tribe deep down. But when Macavity betrayed the tribe and started doing Evil Deeds, Munk was left wondering if Macavity had always been rotten deep down, and hid it from all of them for all those years, or if he'd just.... snapped somehow, from the pressure of being Deuteronomy's heir, or something, and maybe there was something Munk could have done to help him before things got too bad.

As is, Munk may never know.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

Stress & setting too-high standards for himself, probably.

19. Vices/bad habits

Never resting, for one. He basically never gets enough sleep. It's funny, in my human aus both Tugger and Mac suffer from insomnia, but Munk is oftentimes just as sleep deprived as those two despite being the only Deut bro without insomnia, just because he's always doing things. That man is responding to his work emails at 1:24AM for no goddamn reason.

20. Scars

He's got plenty of scars, most of them not huge, but he's been in all sorts of fights and even if asked he wouldn't even be able to identify how or when he got them.

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

I think he drinks wine in one scene in my human/celeb/soulmate fic, otherwise he's a real coffee man.

22. Best physical feature

I don't know what other cats would consider his best feature! By cat standards Munk is a handsome dude, but kind of in a normal, average way. Just, you know, a handsome guy you'd see on the street. Honestly I think his general vibes are his most attractive trait, though that's not physical. But nobody in all the world can look at a large muscular man being sweet and cute and patient with little kids and go 'nah 3/10 for me'.

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

I'm thinking like... forest or campfire or something like that.

24. Most annoying habit

Asking someone to complete a task for him and then changing his mind and completing it himself before they can get to it.

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

Again I need more details for this question but a book for sure regardless.

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

Munk I think is a pretty boring character as far as getting-stuck-in-an-elevator shenanigans go. Except for Macavity, that would probably be interesting. Anyone else would probably just be the two trying to escape together and then rock paper scissors for the next six hours.

27. Their guilty pleasure

Human Munk probably has a variety of snackies he considers guilty pleasures, like special chocolates or whatever. Cat Munk would probably say it's 'oh sometimes I go off somewhere in the Junkyard by myself and just sit for a while and enjoy the silence' and the person he's talking to is like THATS NOT A GUILTY PLEASURE THATS JUST KEEPING YOURSELF SANE

28. How they feel about [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

I headcanon Jemima as being Bomba and Macavity's daughter, though this is a fact Bomba very much keeps to herself-- she's only admitted it to two people and Munk is not one of them. However Munk.... has eyes & he's perfectly aware of who Jemima's father is, though he's never gotten Bomba to actually admit it. This kind of creates a. .. . not 'weird' relationship, but a kind-of sad one, because Munkustrap knows he's this delightful little girl's uncle but she doesn't know it in return, and her finding out will probably be more devastating than anything, because it would come with the knowledge of who her father is.

So Munk just kind of has to treat Jemima just like he does the rest of the kittens and keep the knowledge of their relationship to himself, though he's always wanted a big family.

29. Eating habits

Munk is a Deuteronomy, so in both cat and human aus he can eat for fucking forever. Human Munk likes to cook and bake as well, and he and Demeter make their dinner together every afternoon, and very rarely order takeout.

30. Sleeping habits

Whoops, I already talked about this. He doesn't sleep as much as he should, but he sleeps soundly whenever he does get around to putting his head down.

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

Probably politics. Plus some pictures or art or such that he finds interesting.

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

Kittens being cute will very easily get a smile out of him, though he doesn't laugh-laugh terribly often. One thing people don't know about him is that Tugger suffering something that he 1000% brought upon himself absolutely will get an evil grin or two out of Munk.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

Just like Tugger's answer, Deuteronomy's death. Munk's not a big crier I don't think, but when he does cry he's usually pretty quiet.

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

Most of these I think would result in Munk throwing himself into his work with vigor to get his mind off of the Bad Feelings. Munk's not quick to anger but he is quick to calm down after an outburst, and his excitement is usually going to be expressed through singing or dancing.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

This man will honestly be like 'yeah the perfect day would be a bunch of relaxation with my tribemates watching the kittens play and so on and so forth' and then refuse to stop working for ten minutes to make it happen.

36. Their favorite season

Late winter/early spring, the time of the Jellicle Ball and the incoming of the warm season.

37. What they really think about themselves

Munk struggles a lot wondering if he makes the right decisions as a leader and measures himself up to Deuteronomy all the time. He really wishes he could do more even though he's already always busy, and worries a lot whether the trust that the tribe places in him is justified.

38. Favorite holiday

Christmas bitch. Probably also a thanksgiving bitch as well.

39. Favorite game

He probably likes Monopoly. Like an insane person.

40. Favorite book

I imagine he likes reading but I'm not sure what I would say is his favorite book! He probably likes books about history and such a lot, and the occasional historical fiction.

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

Probably his mother, whom he doesn't remember well.

42. 3 comfort items

UHH for human aus: he loves the old scrapbooks from when he and his brothers were kids, his favorite flannel jacket, and uh........ does his wife count as a comfort item,,,,

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

You KNOW Munk has got to be a steak guy. Unlike Tugger he can probably enjoy a good salad, and box mac and cheese is probably one of those things he whips up every once in a while for childhood nostalgia reasons. There probably aren't a ton of foods Munk even dislikes, much less despises.

44. Their happiest memory

Like I mentioned before, this question is hard for me. I hc that he and Demeter have triplets at some point after the events of the musical, so maybe when they were born.

45. Their favorite celebrity

He seems like the type of guy to like Elvis, idk why.

46. The person they most admire

Deuteronomy. I feel like that one is easy lmao

47. Their dream job

I don't think he really had big career aspirations, more of a family man.

48. Scariest moment of their life

Probably when Macavity betrayed the tribe.

49. Favorite toy as a child

He seems like a stuffed elephant kind of guy. Or maybe his collection of the little green plastic army men.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

I don't think he really has any memories he's consciously or subconsciously blocked out. There are things he tries not to think about or remember, but not on the level of fully blocking anything from his head.

[queerdiazs]

wip wednesday (on a wednesday!)

i've been vibrating with the idea of sharing this lil bit because i just really, really love eddie's relationship with bobby and athena

this is from a long way from your heart which is coming along nicely, which is just, wow amazing glorious magnificent genius, lol

okay, without further ado:

Bobby nods, promises he’ll take care of the paperwork for his leave of absence, that they’ll hold his spot on the team for as long as needed, and pulls him into a hug. Bobby’s bigger than him, just a little bit, and it’s not usually something Eddie pays much attention to, but now, huddled in Bobby’s arms with his face shoved in Bobby’s shoulder, he feels like a little kid again, safe and sound in his father’s arms.  Only, this time around, he’s gets to have it, that promise of safety and forever love, and Bobby doesn’t say anything about the dark, wet patch on the shoulder of his suit when they pull away.  Athena hugs him, too, and brings his face down to kiss him on the forehead. She wipes his tears away with the pads of her thumbs and he smiles at the tenderness, trying not to wonder how long it’ll be before he has this wholehearted affection again.  Sometimes, he wonders what it would’ve been like to grow up with a mother like her. He thinks he would’ve been a momma’s boy, the same way Jee’s a daddy’s girl. He thinks he would’ve sought her out to chase away the bad dreams and clean his scratches. He thinks he would’ve nestled against her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and never let go.  He doesn’t want to let go now.  A few dozen feet away, Eddie hears his name. He turns and sees Buck standing near, an adorable smile on his face that falls into a scowl of worry when he notices the fat tears on Eddie’s red cheeks. He takes a halting step forward, as if he’s not sure he’s wanted closer.  He’s wanted.  Eddie itches to meet him halfway, knows Buck will hold him together until he can get away to fall apart.  “Go ahead, baby,” she says, squeezing his arms. “We’ll take care of everything.”  He nods, hugs both of them one more time, and rushes to Buck. He barrels into him, hugs him tighter than needed, but Buck holds him just as hard, and when Eddie hides his face into the warmth of Buck’s throat he finds that he can breathe clearly for the first time since Adriana told him their father was sick.  “I have to go,” he whispers, smearing the words against Buck’s skin. Buck holds him closer. “My dad is dying.”  Buck’s still, processing the load Eddie’s asking him to share, and then he nods. “Okay.” He nods again, tucking his cheek against Eddie’s for a long, sweet moment before pulling back and cleaning the rest of the tears off Eddie’s face. “We’ll figure it out, okay? Let’s get Chris and head home.” 

the excitement i have for this fic is otherworldly + the need to fistfight noah kahan is prevalent <3 but anyway, i have an ass load of time since i graduated in may to actually focus on some fun lil stories so maybe in the next few weeks i can start posting??? who knows

[davidaltofsky]

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@davidaltofsky​ continues from here:

How many times had Kurt heard Alan saying that he loved him? He probably lost count by now. There hadn’t been one moment when he hadn’t felt loved by his stepfather- no, his father. Ever since he came into his life, Kurt had felt loved, safe, cared for, and he knew there was nothing that could wrong as long as Alan was with him. But up until now, it all had been like a regular father and son relationship, regardless of the fact that Kurt had jerked off several nights while thinking of the other man in ways he thought they were not appropiate. But right now, hearing him saying that in such a loving way, while also having their bodies attached in the deepest, more intimate way possible, he knew there was nothing more proper, more right, than what they had right at that moment.

“No…” he practically whimpered in the man’s neck when he told him he had to pull out of him to get the plug inside of his ass, his muscles clenching stubbornly around the man’s dick as he finally pulled out of him. He held on Alan’s shoulders tight, his mouth falling open as he eventually slid the plug one, and although it didn’t feel as good as his cock, it did the job well of keeping his cum inside, which was what Kurt wanted. When they were finally laying side by side he let his fingertips to roam up and down the strong curves of his father’s arm, his eyes lost into the older man’s gaze. “And I’ve never met any man like you, period.” He bit his lip down a little. “And I don’t care what the world says about us. You’re my everything too, dad… And I want us to be like this, always. You and me, against the world, and making them crazy jealous for not being us” he said with a little giggle, then kissed him gently on the lips and snuggled against the warmth of his strong chest. “It goes without saying that I’m sleeping with you tonight, right?” he said, and chuckled, before placing a soft kiss on his chest.

Alan happily held his boy close as he could to his chest, the comforting feeling of Kurt’s warmth against his chest was one of the most soothing things he could ever feel. He just smiled as he looked to the absolutely adorable man, holding him close and enjoying the tender touches they shared “That’s what I want too, and that’s what we’re going to be. The world can think whatever it wants about us, we’re happy and that’s all that matters to me. They can just be jealous they don’t have an angelic stud like you” he whispered, running his fingers slowly up and down the man’s side as they lay there and he watched the adorable man getting comfy against his chest “I do like hearing you say it though... it also probably goes without saying we’re going to have to look into moving you in here properly, maybe turn your old room into a walk in closet or something so we can use the space” he leaned down a little to kiss the top of his partner’s head as lovingly as he could.

He made sure the blanket was pulled up over them as much as possible, tucking it in to snuggle close to Kurt as he could “You really are truly amazing Kurt, I’ve always thought so but now... god, I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone who surprises me like you do with how amazing you can be” he let his finger’s lazily doodle along his lover’s arm, relaxing just a little as he enjoyed the intimate aftermath of the moment. He was so used to having to suppress feelings post-coitus that getting to just relax and enjoy the glow was everything to the older man “I think you and me need some sleep, then first thing tomorrow you and I’ll start setting up this home for a couple instead of just a dad-son... and yes you get full reign over the decorating choices because I know which one of us has the good eye for that kind of thing”