#despite his dad always having a bit of disdain for him —

[spidrboots]

thinking about angel, alive & in his mafia days. that’s the whole post. im just thinking of him being a smug little criminal before dying. that’s it !

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional thoughts, clinginess, stalking, manipulation, male reader

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama

Zoldyck family with Gojo-like older twin of Illumi

Zeno Zoldyck

🐲​You'd think that as one of the oldest members of the Zoldyck family, Zeno would act his role as the strict grandfather and drill into you every lesson you need to know as the future head of the family. Instead he has taken the complete opposite role and has settled into being the chill granddad for it is his son's role to lecture you in everything you need to know, not his. Most of the time he spends with you is more comparable to him just hanging out with you, unless he notices that you are slacking off in which case he will show you why despite his age he is still a feared assassin in the world. There are constant jokes thrown back and forth between you two as both of you try to see who can deliver verbally the bigger blow whilst both of you take it without a single grain of salt. Even during missions both of you have together, you tend to see who has the better one-liners all whilst being completely indifferent to the screaming and terrified targets. Silva has voiced his disdain as he thinks that Zeno is being too soft yet Zeno has always stood up. He's a proud grandfather so just let him do what he wants to do with his favorite grandchild. After all your very first word ever was "grandpa", how could he not love you?

Silva Zoldyck

🐺​For all the respect he holds for his own father, the old man is giving him a headache with the way he treats you, his heir. Silva claims most of your time, either training you or teaching you everything you need to know as the next head of the clan. You are his entire pride and he has high expectations for you which he is confident you will live up to. There is especially much time poured into helping you honing your special Nen-abilities of the Infinity and your Six Eyes, skills which he is proud that you have gotten as it only further solidifies you as one of the strongest members of the family. He's aware of the fact that you favor your grandfather though and he knows that Zeno often sneaks away with you because he wants to spend time with you and the GIF I've used is probably the exact same expression he gives the two of you when he catches you. Is he perhaps a tad bit jealous that you favor your grandfather over your own dad? Perhaps, he is rather possessive after all but he would never admit that though his suffocating aura is already indicator enough of his feelings. He's most likely never gotten fully over it that your first word wasn't "dada" and Zeno has never let him forget it either.

Kikyo Zoldyck

🔺​Kikyo has a terrible streak of jealousy and that isn't made better by the fact that Silva and Zeno steal so much of your time for themselves. As a result she is all the more smothering and clingy the moment you are by yourself as she seems to wait for you to be alone like a starved predator and pounces on you the moment neither of the two men are around. This woman is always complimenting you for everything. For your talents, your strength, your caring personality, your looks and whatever else you can think of. There is a tinge of bittersweet melancholy though as she sometimes mourns the time where you were chubby and small and came always stumbling towards her with a happy look on your face. Her little bird has left the nest far too quickly and has grown so independent.... Your kind and caring personality can be easily a trigger of her jealousy though whenever you pay attention to one of your siblings or can't spend time with her since you have promised someone else already that you'd be with them. She always makes a huge clamour whenever the topic of potential partners is involved as no one in her eyes could be worthy of her beautiful baby boy.

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎​For as long as Illumi can remember, you two have always been together. You complete him, he completes you. After all both of you have been sharing the same womb, have shared everything since the very moment the two of you were conceived. It is this mindset that has always pushed Illumi to be surprisingly clingy, your silent shadow that has been trailing behind you ever since the two of you could crawl. From all of his siblings he has always thought that he deserves you the most, perhaps even more than the entirety of the Zoldyck family as the both of you share a special connection as twins. He's casually thrown needles into people's heads when they so much as dared to question whether the two of you are really twins as your appearances are like night and day, silently enraged whenever someone would do as much as doubt just how close the two of you are. He's the one seeking you out even quicker than Kikyo when neither Silva nor Zeno are in sight and likes to whisk you somewhere where he can have the time with you he thinks he deserves more than anyone else. He's tried to scare some of his other siblings away whenever he thought that they were stealing you away from him.

Milluki Zoldyck

💻​Going back to Illumi bullying his siblings whenever they also try to get your time, poor Milluki is the one who gets the most of it, though Milluki has used this fact often to play the victim card to try to coax you into spending more time with him. Activities with Milluki contain munching on snacks whilst playing some video games or watching some Anime and with passing years this guy has installed an entire security system to make sure that no one disturbs him when he has you, his older brother with him in the room. The ony time where he has gotten too scared and let someone in his room is when either Zeno or Silva knock on his door as he knows fully well that they'll break it if he doesn't open it within 3 seconds. Whenever he has managed to make you promise to spend an evening with you, he buys tons of your favorite snacks and prepares your favorite movies, games and series so that everything is to your liking and so that he can hopefully become your favorite sibling. He's even made a phone specifically for you and gifted it to you on your birthday. There are a lot of special apps and features included on the phone, one of them being a very secretive tracker which allows him to always know your location.

Killua Zoldyck

🪀​Killua has been clinging to you since he was a toddler and that hasn't changed much over the years. Seemingly adapting to the strategies of Zeno, Killua is always sneaky when he seeks you out and beckons you to follow him and spend time with him. He's probably one of the few who is willing to share his time with you together with some of his other siblings which is pretty much only Alluka. You've always indulged him though, knowing that there was a certain pressure on him due to his white hair and blue eyes as well. Killua has taken some pride in his appearance though, mainly because people not associated with his family always instantly acknowledged him as your younger brother whilst such recognition wasn't as granted with people like Illumi or Milluki which causes him to act somewhat smug in such given situations. Both of you have a sweet tooth and whenever one of you is on a mission, it has become a sacred ritual that the person buys something sweet before heading home again to share it with the other. The poor boy was heartbroken when you couldn't come with him when he took his Hunter Exam, though you strongly spoke up for him when people like Kikyo were hesitant to let him go.

Alluka Zoldyck

💝​Whereas almost the entire rest of the family has always shunned Alluka, Killua and you were the only ones willingly spending time with her and playing with her. As a result Alluka as well as Nanika genuinely view the two of you as the only people both of them need and really love and Nanika especially grants the both of you free wishes. Okay, maybe not always free. At times there are demands for you such as wanting a piggyback from you, wanting a kiss on the cheek or wanting to be lifted up and spun around by you. Whenever you hear such words coming out of Alluka's mouth you instantly know that both of them want your affection and attention in that moment and you have never been able to deny them their requests, even if you have never used the wishes you were granted in return for something sinister. The room Alluka is kept in is filled with plushies and prettily designed because you demanded it to be that way and whenever Alluka or Nanika want the walls to be painted a different colour or desire a new plushie, you always take it upon yourself to fulfill them their wish and Killua gives you a helping hand for the majority of the time.

Kalluto Zoldyck

🏮​Kallluto has arguably got the worst luck as he is the youngest member of the family and often is brushed over by all of his other siblings who deem that he should wait for his turn. The poor boy is a professional stalker even from a young age as he has spend countless hours watching other members of the family having fun with you all whilst he is deprived of it. He plays the even bigger victim card than Milluki for such reasons in the very moment you call out to him and spend time with him. Whenever you two walk around, he either clings to the sleeves of your clothes or even manages to hold your hand, his head constantly tilted so that he can look at you with sparkling eyes. The insecurities he sometimes feels as a result of being somewhat overlooked as the entire household revolves around you is something he learns to use effectively as an advantage when he wants to steal your attention away from someone else because he knows you'll crouch down and ask him if everything is alright the moment he starts fidgeting around with his fingers and makes himself small. As you are the person he idolises and looks up to, he ends up adapting your likes and dislikes all to feel closer to you.

[buckysgrace]

The Importance of Updog

Part one of Closer to My Heart!

Single dad!Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Theo shares the new words that he's heard. Billy is late as usual.

“No,” Becky drew out, “Mermaids can’t be this color.” She snapped as she pointed towards the mixes of orange and purple on Rosa’s paper. Rosa’s nose crinkled in response. 

“Yes they can,” Rosa snapped back, looking just as frustrated, “You’re a liar.” She said quickly, pointing her finger at Becky. You quickly wiggled yourself in between, knowing that Becky liked to bite rather than argue. 

“Hold on,” You spoke up to get their attention, “This is a really good question. How can we find out what color mermaids are?” You asked them, tapping your finger against your chin as you pretended to think for yourself. You liked giving your students the opportunity to work out their issues on their own. Sometimes.

“Well-,” Becky began, only to be cut off by a loud sigh further down from the room.

“Motherfucker!”

Your eyes widened in surprise as you snapped your head around, your students following your lead as the room suddenly became quiet. You drifted your gaze towards your table of boys that usually were full of giggles and anything but dirty words. 

“Shitbiwd!” The smallest one yelling out, his dark eyebrows furrowed together as he stared angrily at the blue marker he’d been shaking in his little fists. He pouted his little lips out, looking frustrated as he tried to scribble once again. 

“Theo,” You rushed over, ignoring the sounds of the other little boys and girls gasping as you knelt down by him, “What’s wrong?” You whispered towards him, surprised that he had said such a thing. You never had any issue with him. 

Theo had been in the daycare since he was an infant. He was a big snuggler, one of your loudest gigglers and was always first in line for snack time. Hearing him curse was something new, as was seeing him so frustrated. 

“It empty,” He said in annoyance, “Wook!” He proclaimed as he tried to draw, showing off that the ink was gone. His blue eyes looked up towards you worriedly, like the world would end if he couldn’t get green down on his paper. 

“So what can we do about it?” You asked him calmly, watching the way his features slowly relaxed and his blue eyes widened. He stuck his tongue out in the same way he did when he was thinking extra hard. 

“Get a new one?” He questioned you, his blonde little curls still hanging over his forehead despite his new haircut. You figured he must’ve been outside a lot this weekend as his cheeks were full of fresh freckles. 

“Mhm,” You told him as you nodded your head, “And what can we say instead of using bad words?” You asked him casually, sure that he would come to his own conclusion. You blinked, watching as his features fell in despair. 

“I said bad word?” He asked you fearfully, his eyes filling with tears as he brought his chubby hands to his face, “Oh no!” He spit out dramatically, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. 

“It’s okay,” You reassured him quickly, feeling guilty for making him cry, “You didn’t know. You don’t have to be sad.” You rubbed at his back as he collapsed into your arms, his little shoulders shaking as he cried. 

“My daddy say -,” He started as he sniffled harshly, burying his face into the crook of your neck, “My tongue tuwn to bugs if I say bad words!” He proclaimed once again, sounding quite sure of himself. You huffed, but quickly slid your disdain for his father away. 

“Theo has bugs.” One of the other little boys began to whisper, followed by a little course of giggles from your three and four year olds. You shook your head as Theo whimpered into your chest, as if his whole life was over. 

“Theo does not have bugs.” You told them seriously, meeting eye contact with each one until they were no longer laughing. Theo pulled his head away curiously, his skin flushed from where he’d been crying.

“My daddy lie?” He asked you in horror as you reached for a tissue, handing it to him tenderly. You bit your lip, knowing that one of the hardest parts of your job was to find the delicate balance between teaching them and sticking to the rules their parents set up. 

“No. I didn’t say that,” You clarified softly as he lightly dabbed at his eyes, “Stick out your tongue.” You told him as you sat back. He looked at you confused, his little button nose wrinkling up. 

“Huh?”

“Let’s check for bugs,” You said, tilting your head while he stuck his tongue out for you to see, “Hm.” You pretended to think as you playfully tilted his head from side to side. Zane, who sat next to him, leaned closer in curiosity. 

“Wha?” He asked, still holding his tongue out. His blue eyes were wide with fear as he kept flickering his gaze down to you. 

“All I see is up dog.” You replied as you put on a frown, dropping his chin at the same time he stuck his tongue back into his mouth. 

“What’s up dog?” He asked almost perfectly as you felt a smile form on your lips. Humor really was the best medicine. 

“Not much, dog. What’s up with you?” You grinned as you asked him the question, fingers pressing into his soft sides as he let out a loud giggle. His eyes lit up in joy, already forgetting the previous situation. 

The remainder of craft time was spent with your children telling each other the updog joke, as in their eyes you were clearly the funniest person they knew for the time being. And you were fine with that. At least they appreciated your humor. 

You passed off reading time to one of the assistant teachers, knowing that you needed to at least attempt to reach Theo’s father before the day was over. Even though you didn’t want to. You never wanted to. 

“Is Billy Hargrove there?” You asked once someone from the auto shop finally picked up, “I’m with Sunnyside-“

“Just a second.” The guy answered you before you could finish, making you feel as if you already knew where this call was heading. Billy was never pleasant when you called, always acting as if you were purposely trying to annoy him. Even though you were doing your job. 

“Yeah?” You listened to the sound of Billy’s voice a moment later. He sounded slightly out of breath, his tone raspy and uneven. You were sure his hands were probably greasy and dirty, his forehead sweaty. But you shook those thoughts away. 

“Hi,” You began, “There was an incident today at S-“ You read off the same script that had been engraved in your brain since you had started here. 

“Is Theo okay?” He interjected, “Did that Ricky boy bite him again?” He snapped, sounding as frustrated as Theo had earlier. You chewed on your bottom lip, but knew he had a fair point of being concerned with RIcky. Lucky for all of them, he no longer attended this daycare. 

“No,” You said slowly as you tried to keep your cool as you kept getting interrupted, “As I was saying, there was an incident today with Theo cursing.” You spoke a little faster in hopes that you wouldn’t get cut off this time. 

“So?” Billy scoffed as if it was no big deal. In all honesty, you did think it was sort of funny. But it was against the rules and you were just following the right steps so it didn’t look like you were stepping on anyone’s toes.

You wished you could step on Billy’s toes. Perhaps with a sharp pair of heels. Maybe he wouldn’t be so arrogant then. 

“It’s against the rules to have the children using profanity,” You replied as you rubbed at the back of your neck, trying to keep yourself from using the snarky tone that was crawling up the base of your throat, “I just had to call to keep you informed.”

“Isn’t your main rule for children to express themselves?” He asked and you swore you could feel the cocky smirk forming on his lips despite him not being here. He always wore it when he questioned you, as if you were the one that was doing something wrong. 

“I did not create the rules,” You replied sharply, “I’m just following the system so you’re up to date with the care of your child.” You spoke professionally despite the bitterness coursing through your system. Asshole. 

“Is Theo okay?” He asked a little softer, making your shoulders relax. Just a smidge. You were still on edge, feeling like he was tricking you with his gentle tone. Deep down you knew that he wasn’t. Despite your grievances towards him, he really was a good dad. Theo adored him. As did every single worker in the building. You didn’t understand the fascination.

He was always late, snippy and curled up his nose at you like you were the scum of the earth. There were many times that you wanted to remind him that he could move Theo to a different classroom if he wanted, but he never did. It was like he enjoyed torturing you. 

“He’s better now,” You responded as you nodded your head, “I just had to update before I filled out a behavior she-,” You were once again cut off, unable to finish your sentence. Perhaps that’s where the dislike came from as well.

“I’ll talk to Linda about it.” He hung up before you could respond, making you silently seethe in anger for a moment as he once again went above your head. You hoped the car grease seeped into his pretty blonde hair and ruined it. 

As usual, Billy strolled in at exactly 5:15, fifteen minutes passed when the daycare was officially closed. Something your supervisor liked to yell at you about. As if it was your fault. You’d given Billy the warnings, the reminder slips and everything above and beyond. He didn’t care and you no longer wasted your breath. You had learned to pick up your classroom at that time, to clock out and sit up front with Theo until Billy decided to arrive. 

He put out his cigarette before he entered, his curly hair loosely tied back as some strands fell in front of his forehead. He was out of his mechanic uniform, wearing a tight pair of jeans and a white tank top. You tore your gaze away from his formed biceps, distracting yourself with how many rainbows were decorated on the walls instead. 

“Daddy!” Theo proclaimed, dropping his collection of toy cars as he bolted towards Billy, “Hi!” He squealed out, a smile bursting on his face as he reached for Billy’s arms. You smiled despite yourself. Perhaps all of Billy’s best qualities had gone to his son.

“Hey, squirt,” Billy responded affectionately as he kissed the side of Theo’s head, “How was today?” He asked as he bounced him in his arms, pulling a grin on his lips.

“Fun!” He replied as he rested his cheek against Billy’s for a moment. He really was the spitting image of his father. You shook your head as you began to place his toy cars into his backpack.

“He can do that.” Billy responded, stalling your movements as you held up your hands innocently. Usually your interactions were fake smiles and the occasional good night. But that was only if you were extra annoyed with him. His presence was already making your blood boil.

“Thank you teachew,” Theo smiled happily as he waddled back towards you. You slightly wondered if Billy purposely made him forget your name, “You come back?” He asked as he tilted his head, worried as if you would suddenly disappear.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, dog.” You teased him as he gave your fingers a little squeeze. He giggled, his eyes lighting up and his features bursting into joy as he turned back towards his father who looked anything but impressed. 

“Hey,” Theo ran up to him again, “I see your tongue.” He stated as he stared up at Billy, his backpack far too big for his little body. You pressed your lips together as you gathered your purse and collected yourself from the floor.

“What?”

“Please.” Theo begged as he tugged on Billy’s large hands. You kept to yourself but stayed put, knowing you couldn’t officially leave until they were gone. 

“Okay,” Billy pulled his lips together, like he was trying to keep from smiling, “What do you think?” He asked then stuck out his tongue, bending over a little bit so Theo could see better. 

“I don’t know,” Theo said as he rested his hands on his hips, “All I see is updog.” He replied, covering his mouth as he began to giggle. He was bouncing on the tips of his feet, unable to hide his excitement. 

“Updog?” Billy asked him curiously, going off script as he tilted his head to the side. He spared you a glance, but you quickly turned away from him. You offered no explanations. 

“Yeah,” Theo replied as he wrinkled his eyebrows together, “Updog!” He said sternly, his eyebrows wrinkling together once again. You debated about helping him out, but stopped in case Billy snapped at you again. 

“What’s that?”

“Daddy no,” He grumbled in frustration, “You have to say the name!”

“What’s updog?” Billy asked this time, raising an eyebrow as he waited. Theo was still grinning, the words on the tip of his tongue before it slowly fell. He wrinkled his eyebrows together, his features wrinkling into confusion as he faced you.

You met him halfway, sitting back on your knees as he raced over to you. He pouted his lips out as he gripped one of your hands, leaning against you as he stood to whisper into your ear, “How’s it go again?”

You smiled as you turned him around, still letting him hold your hand as you whispered to him, “Not much dog, what’s up with you?” He giggled as he listened before he repeated it back to Billy, laughing so hard that it was almost hard to make out the words.

“Ha,” Billy responded dryly, but his eyes crinkled in amusement as he held out his hand for Theo again, “You better get moving before we have updog for dinner.” His eyes slowly cut into yours but you turned away, having no desire to see how dumb he thought the joke was. 

“Uh oh,” Theo’s eyes widened as he quickly glanced at you before he bounced back towards Billy, “See you ‘morrow teachew!” He waved before he took Billy’s hand, rambling about his day as they left.

You used your key to lock up, ready to get home and have something strong. Perhaps a drink. Perhaps you’d eat your feelings away. Perhaps you’d buy a carton of cigarettes on the way home. The exciting possibilities were just endless. 

Your joy for the day only grew as you arrived at your car, almost jumping in joy to see the front tire that was completely lifeless and deflated of air. Perfect. Just the cherry on top that you needed. 

You turned on your heel, grumbling for the first time as you headed down the street. Looks like you’d be taking the bus. Your car could wait for later. You didn’t feel like unlocking the building and calling for anyone yet. That could wait for tomorrow. 

[apomaro-mellow]

Mafia Part 1

For the occasion, Eddie was given one of his dad's old suits. It didn't quite fit as well but it would have to do for now. He tied his hair up in a bun and put a hat on top of it. Wayne was dressed similarly and it was like this that they entered the Marini home. Eddie couldn't remember the entire reason everyone was gathering. Could've been a birthday party for all he knew. But being in the main house meant good drinks and a chance to rub elbows with the folks up top. Which obviously meant more money.

Wayne finally let the leash off to go and talk with some of the older guys and Eddie got to go off on his own. He sat with Tonio, a man shorter than him despite being ten years older and Swirly, who looked like a breeze could knock him over.

"Why do they call you Swirly?", Eddie asked.

"'Cause when I stab guys I like to flick my blade around. It's my own personal touch."

"'Personal touch'", Tonio laughed. "You're just a classic narcissist."

"It's art."

"It's ghoulish."

"You wanna talk narcissism...", Swirly trailed off as he took a sip of his drink.

Tonio whistled like a rock falling down a well. He must know who Swirly was talking about.

"Who?", Eddie asked, preferring to stay in the loop.

"The little prince", Tonio sneered.

"Steve Harrington. The boss' son", Swirly provided a better answer.

"Harrington, huh?", Eddie said, just meaning to get a feel for the name but the others must have thought he was asking another question.

"The last boss had a daughter, just an absolute peach of a dame", Tonio said. "But she went and fell for this outsider, Harrington."

"He'd done some deals with us, but he wasn't family", Swirly said. "Until he married into it."

Eddie nodded, getting the picture. "So Steve Harrington should've been Steve Marini?"

"He could've been Giuseppe Alessandro Italiano-Magnifico. Won't change him", Toni nearly snarled, starting to spoil the air with a bitter scent before reining himself in. Eddie was eager to find out how someone so high on this world's food chain had earned the disdain of one of his underlings.

Eddie moved around a bit. Tonio and Swirly were basically footmen. Always in the streets, rarely in the room where the big decisions were made. Eventually Eddie came to a circle of young men closer to his age. Young bucks who were also looking to rise up. Some of them were already related by blood, cousins and nephews. Others were like Eddie, boys down on their luck, doing little jobs here and there for the money. But when you gave to the family, there was always the chance that you could be brought into the fold.

You could be sponsored.

Eddie had heard of it. Heard it could be a grueling process depending on who was vouching for you and for what. Wayne had been sponsored a few years ago. It had been an odd time when he didn't see his uncle as much as he'd been used to. But by the end of it, Wayne was able to invoke the Marini name if need be.

It was power. It was respect. It was everything Eddie wanted. They were seated at a table outside in the backyard where they could be louder. As they were wont to do. Sometimes the conversation switched to Italian, which left Eddie in the dark, but before too long it was back to a tongue he knew.

They started talking about what they'd do to be sponsored and then it turned to what they wouldn't do.

"What if they ask you to be celibate?"

"They're not gonna ask that."

"I heard they made a guy cut off his knot."

"Get outta here!"

"Nah, it wasn't just the knot, it was his balls too."

"They don't want eunuchs!"

"An alpha's only good for his knot anyway."

"What's a beta good for then?"

"Fuck if I know."

That caused both raucous laughter and jeers from the betas in the crowed. And just because Eddie had to be a pot stirrer, he spoke up.

"What about omegas?", he smirked.

"They got holes, don't they?", one alpha said.

"Everybody needs a warm body", a beta answered.

"If they're the right omega they can set you on easy street", another alpha, answered. He'd introduced himself as Tommy. Hagan, not to be confused with Tommy Corns who got caught holding up a pharmacy last year.

"The 'right omega' meaning your omega?", another guy piped up.

"He ain't Tommy's yet. He's still gotta woo him", a different one cackled.

"Aww, you sweet on someone Tommy-boy?", Eddie jabbed.

"I'm not sweet on anyone. Just got my target locked."

"On?", Eddie pressed.

"Who else but the best? Pretty soon, you'll all be calling me 'boss'", Tommy looked so sure of himself.

Ah, so he was after the cream of the crop. Eddie wondered how many of these guys were after Steve. Probably not many if Tommy was openly gunning for him.

Wayne found him and put an arm around his shoulders as he brought him back into the house. "There's someone I want you to meet. Mind yourself and don't get any ideas."

“What? Me? Ideas?”, he grinned cheekily.

“I mean it. We’re here to do our jobs and keep our heads down.”

Wayne brought him before a man in his late forties, thick, dark hair, graying around the edges. Next to him was a young man. Both were dressed in perfectly tailored suits. For a second, Eddie thought that he was being brought before a fellow associate. But he quickly realized these two were far above that. Especially with the way Wayne deferred to them.

Eddie was so caught by a scent that he almost missed what was happening. Lavendar and pine, wafting around him in a way that reminded him of freshly laundered linens.

It was during introductions that he realized. This was the omega everyone was talking about. Steve Harrington.

And he was looking at Eddie like he was a stray dog.

Steve looked him up and down. “You’re the Munson boy?”

“Sweetheart, I think I’ve got a few years on you to be called ‘boy’.” Eddie hissed when that remark earned him a pop on the head from Wayne.

“Please forgive my nephew. He’s not around polite company often.”

“If he’s yours Wayne, I’m not worried”, Harrington Sr. said. “I know in time he’ll prove himself to be loyal and a worthy addition to the business.”

While the older men talked, Eddie’s eyes were glued to Steve’s, who in turn hadn’t looked away from him yet. There was something behind those eyes and Eddie wanted to find out what it was. Eddie knew what it was like when people looked down at you. Steve was doing that, sure, but it was more than that.

It was almost like he expected something to happen. If Eddie were more bold, he would have made another comment. But he wouldn't dare do so in front of such a powerful man. Steve's father, James, could have had him killed with just an order. He wasn't about to antagonize his only shot at a not-shit life.

Eddie would have done so if he could've gotten to Steve one-on-one. But after that little meet and greet, Eddie was taken to talk to other men. And every glimpse of Steve he got, he was glued to his father's side.

Little prince indeed.

Part 3

[yasuosexual]

hello! i may have been binging your posts they're so good-- i was wondering if you could write how the elezen men and thancred would react to finding out the wol is pregnant?

anon you have read my mind! 😳 this was next on my list to post!!! i had another request about naming the baby after them, so that is coming next!

warnings: pregnancy, established relationship, HW spoilers, SHWB spoilers (is that even the shadowbringers acronym…)

THANCRED:

- when you tell him, he is shocked at first— this definitely wasn’t planned. it doesn’t take him long to be overwhelmed with joy, though.

- brings you into a tight hug, but releases his grip as soon as he remembers that his child is inside of you. he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt either of his babies!

- “i’m going to be a dad!” sir you already are

- the first person he tells is ryne, who is elated to hear of the news. the rest of the scions are just as happy to hear that a new baby scion will be joining the league!

- the happiest of all, though, is thancred. he is over the moon with the idea that he will get to have a miniature version of himself. he kisses your tummy every single night and makes sure to talk to his baby. he loves to tell people that his child will be handsome like his father, but inside he hopes it looks just like you.

AYMERIC:

- with all that life has brought for aymeric, a bit of joy was in order. and he was filled to the brim with joy when you told him you were pregnant.

- you hadn’t seen his eyes shine with such intensity since the day you got married. his hands instantly wrapped around your sides as he looked you up and down. you noticed tears forming at the corners of his eyes which you promptly wiped.

- the two of you shared an emotional hug. both crying, for the same yet different reasons. you were both delighted with the thought of becoming parents, but aymeric had more on his mind than that.

- it didn’t matter that his child was yet to be born— aymeric made a promise to himself to always love his child for whoever they are and whoever they want to be. his child would forever be of house de borel. no shame, no guilt, no nothing, because his child is loved, and will forever be loved. and this day, aymeric swore to be the father he never had, and to protect his child no matter what comes his way.

HAURCHEFANT:

- he cried when you told him he was going to be a dad. salty tears of joy streamed down his face as he picked you up into his arms, very careful around your abdomen.

- haurchefant was overjoyed to become a father! he couldn’t wait to welcome the littlest knight of ishgard to his family.

- he didn’t take much time to relish in the thought— he ran right to house foretemps to tell his dad all about it. edmond, emmanellain, and artoriel were all excited to hear the news! emmanellain made sure to ask as many embarassing questions as possible, earning disdainful looks from his father and older brother.

- you didn’t mind the questions, though, and found it quite cute how the brothers fawned over you and their unborn nephew. despite haurchefant being his illegitimate son, edmond was happy to be given his first grandchild. and you were even more happy that your child would have the most loving family.

ESTINIEN:

- estinien is a bit puzzled at first… he coulda sworn that pull out game was strong …

- estinien is a bit puzzled at first… he is going to be a dad… he’s going to be a dad?!!

- after your words sink into his head, estinien cups your face with his hands. he’s smiling, like a complete idiot, and it’s a little scary! but you can feel the intense warmth radiating off of him.

- he pulls you into a hug and spins you around in the air. when he sets you down, he kneels to meet your abdomen. placing one of his hands on your hip and the other on your tummy, he rests his ear flat against you to listen.

- you can’t help but giggle at his gesture as it seems a bit goofy, but he’s actually obsessed with the fact that you’re going to have his child! he jokes that his child will become a great dragon-slaying warrior as he is, and you can’t help but smile and agree.

celly

aymeric’s story makes me so freaking emotional and i could write an entire book all about having a family with him like 😭 i relate to him in so many ways… comfort character moment

also i get that haurchefant’s isn’t exactly lore accurate… personally i’d like to think that if he didn’t die that the relationships between his dad and half-brothers was created/mended … one big happy family 🥺

[meowzfordayz]

rude boy

Author’s Note: ohmygosh and weLCOME TO MY LONGEST ONE SHOT (thus far) !! 😭🥳 Huge shoutout to @linahopeeeee​ 🥰 for commissioning this + their patience w/ me, bc this would’ve never been written otherwise lmao. 💀 Read the content warnings (CW), and ENJOY. 🤤😏🤗

rude boy

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Word Count: ~5,100

CW: 18+NSFW, alcohol, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, mast!rbation, oral, spit, step!cest

Song Inspo: Rude Boy by Rihanna

Commission Fulfilled: Okay so you and your family are going to spend the holidays at a cabin. You agree to stop and pick up your rude step brother katsuki (who you’ve always had sexual tension with) , so the two of you drive to the cabin but a blizzard starts before your parents are able to leave out and is going to last for a couple of days so it’s just going to be you and katsuki until the roads are clear. The two of you try to stay away from each other until you decide to play a couple of drinking game, the alcohol gets to the two of you and one thing leads to another next thing you know his head is between your legs and it’s just continues on from there.

So I guess you can make the reader a little nerdy, and on the chubbier side with bigger boobs. I want the parents to be my mom and his dad. And he can be degrading but also praising her along the way. And yeah we can have a bit of a plot in there

~faqs~

Bakugou Katsuki you mull over his name, cinnamon Altoid between your teeth, mellow classical music floating in the heat of your car. A dusting of snow softens your surroundings, wipers squeaking intermittently, streetlamps illuminating the ethereal entrance of winter. Not too busy you hum quietly, city full of festive emptiness, lit windows and crowded driveways replacing typically packed sidewalks and noisy traffic. Despite hitting nearly every red light, you’re proud that—for once—you managed to leave early, well aware of Katsuki’s disdain for tardiness.

“Could you pick up Katsuki?”

“Katsuki? He’s your step-son,” you snort, “And hi mom, I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

“And your step-brother,” your mom sighs, “I’m happy you’re fine. Anyway, you’re closest to his apartment. Besides, if the weather’s bad, then I’d rather you drive with company.”

“The cabin’s what, an hour away?”

“Please.”

“Is this why you called me?”

“I called you because I love you and miss you and can’t wait to celebrate the holidays with you!” and… “And because it would really make things easier on his dad and I if you could pick him up.”

“But he’s so…”

Unbearable.

Sarcastic.

“Sweet, honey” your mom clucks her tongue, “He’s a good kid, just like you.”

“Gee, we’re such good kids,” you scowl, eyes rolling.

“So you’ll pick him up?”

“Okay. Sure. Yeah.”

Handsome.

Delicious.

I’m demanding gas money you huff, fingers tightening then relaxing around the steering wheel And I’m staying on aux. Another red light gives you a moment to check yourself in the rearview mirror, stubborn wisps of hair refusing to blow into place, lipgloss sticky and Too glittery as you chew on your bottom lip. A gift’s a gift you shrug, foot on the gas as the light finally changes, only slightly irritated that Bakugou Katsuki decided “girly shit” was what you “needed” for the holidays — never mind how often you rambled about literally. Anything. Else. Maybe he has something more… considerate, planned for the cabin? you entertain the idea for less than second, reality settling in as you shake your head Do not hold your breath for him pinching your cheek Dumbass.

A quick glance at the clock tells you you’re perfectly on time as you turn onto his street, phone buzzing with a prompt You’re late text message just as you command Siri to Call Rude Boy.

“I’m thirty seconds from your front door,” you snap, “And definitely not late.”

“To be on time is to be early,” Katsuki drawls, “And to be on time?” scoffing, “Late.”

“Do you even care about spending the holidays with us?” you mutter, “Besides, I stopped for groceries too, so really, you should be grateful.”

“Of course!” he exclaims, sugar sweet and absolutely lying, “What’s the holidays without the family? I’m gushing with gratitude.”

“Piss off.”

“No can do,” his smirk audible through your car’s speakers, “If I’m rememberin’ correctly, then that’s your car pulling up to my apartment,” voice lowering, “So you’re about t’be stuck with me,” his amused laughter grating as you shift into park, “Although, I guess I could sit in the back, give you some space.”

Space.

Exhaling deeply, memory of his callouses rough against your skin in a too firm handshake flitting bright and involuntary across your vision.

Stuck with me.

Nowhere to go if he sits beside you, broad shoulders squeezed into the passenger seat, manspreading with a taunting glint in his stare, clearing his throat as your fingernails tap erratically on the steering wheel, wondering what it’d feel like if they could graze his thigh instead-

tap tap “Oi idiot!”

Katsuki’s face appears practically beside you, car window protecting you from his glare as you flip him off.

“Unlock your car,” he shouts, palm smacking loudly on freezing metal, “It’s fucking cold, and my shit’s getting damp.”

Flipping him off again, you acquiesce, gut sinking at the click of your doors unlocking, inhaling slowly as though enough oxygen might smooth the crinkling of your heart.

“Pop the trunk,” he demands as soon as he opens the passenger door, snowflakes on his scarf melting at the blast of heat from the interior, “Unless you want a wet backseat.”

Unless you want a wet backseat.

Your body folded beneath his strong-

“Bitch, I’m talking to you.”

“The trunk’s open,” you retort, “Dipshit.”

“Did someone skip their coffee this morning?” he pouts, mock sympathy heavy, “I may or may not have packed a few bottles of Starbucks frappuccino,” sultry edge to his tone as he leans toward the center console, “And if you ask nicely, then your oniisan might feel like sharin’.”

“I thought it was fucking cold,” you hiss, forearms prickling at the faint scent of amber and moss, “And that your shit was getting damp.”

“You like my cologne,” Katsuki murmurs abruptly.

Not a question. Not harshly. A gentle balm of confidence coating the string tying your desire to his implication.

“Your oniisan has impeccable taste, doesn’t he?” his signature smirk returning, passenger door slammed shut before you can rebut.

“How much longer?” Katsuki sighs, practically horizontal beside you.

“Too long,” you grunt.

“Tch, that’s not very nice,” fake pout visible in your peripheral, “And after I shared a frappuccino with you?”

“For once,” you scowl, “This isn’t about you. The snow’s picking up, and we’re still half an hour away.”

“Aww, princess can’t handle a snowstorm?” 

“I can handle it well enough to ensure your side gets the brunt of a crash.”

“Sounds premeditated to me,” shit eating grin on his face.

“And don’t call me princess.”

“Why not?” eyes narrowing, “You look like a princess with those glossy lips.”

Sucking in a breath, you gaze sternly ahead, cheeks warming, “A gift’s a gift.”

“Orrr you love your oniisan, and wearin’ the lipgloss he picked out specially for you makes you feel all cozy and fuzzy.”

“Why would I love you?” you snap, irritation palpable as you glance at him.

Damn.

It’s impossible to ignore his hands resting large and hot on his thighs, sweatpants thick and grey, waistband slung low from slouching in the passenger seat.

Why would I love you?

Impossible to resist tracing the edges of your mouth with the tip of your tongue, lipgloss somehow tasting better at the image of Bakugou Katsuki squatting in an aisle full of make up, your pretty smile at the forefront of his thoughts as he ponders whether you’d look best tinted bubblegum pink or sunset red.

Kissing him, or his cock.

To refocus on the road, too engrossed in your frustration—your forbidden daydreaming—to notice the gleam in his stare as he watches you, involuntary flex of his calves as he imagines showing you exactly why you would love him.

“Because I let you drive,” he mutters roughly.

“You let me drive? This is my car,” you scoff, “Give me another reason.”

“Whatever,” teeth gritted, forcing the imagined warmth, wetness, suction of your lips from his mind, “Just get us to the cabin.”

“So you don’t have another reason?” goading him now, “Or you won’t give me one?” twirling on the cusp of too far, “My love can be very nice, oniisan, but you have to earn it,” your nonchalance toying with his control, “And unfortunately for you, fancy lipgloss isn’t really my thing.”

Which you would know if you ever listened to me you tack on silently, recollection of his normal pompous and inattention calming your simmering ache.

Katsuki’s expression remains brooding and unreadable, palms sweaty—not that you have any way of knowing—as he resists adjusting himself, willing his body to Behave, fuck. Maybe fancy lipgloss isn’t really your thing, but he’s satisfied enough women to know the steady, rhythmic pressure of his cock splitting open your pussy could absolutely be your thing.

“So what is your thing?” he rasps, declaring fuck all to the quickly fading neon of NO TREPASSING, steps heavy and determined as he blatantly shifts his growing bulge, deep groan resonating scandalous and enticing at the fleeting friction of movement.

“My thing,” your voice heart stoppingly quiet, NO TRESPASSING irrevocably trampled with your next sentence, “Is delicious men jerking off in my passenger seat as I drive them to our destination, oniisan.”

“I’m delicious,” he smirks, hand slipping into his sweatpants, under his briefs, tip of his cock leaking precum between his practiced, calloused fingers, “And I’m in your passenger seat.”

The hell am I doing?! as you swallow nervously, every ounce of self restraint committed to keeping your eyes glued to the road — to ensuring your first time with Bakugou Katsuki isn’t on the side of a highway, your knees hung over his rippling shoulders, back squished into your leather seats as he pounds into your welcoming, greedy hole.

“You with me princess?” he murmurs slyly, deftly flicking his wrist, cock engorged and straining in its confines, “I wonder if I’ll be able to cum before we arrive.”

“Is your dick broken? Of course you’ll cum before we arrive.”

Katsuki nearly chokes on your smugness, balls tightening at the bite in your retort, half wanting to prove you wrong because How high and mighty and accurate of you to claim such power when you’re clearly squirming for relief; and half wanting to spill into his lap, staining your precious passenger seat in the process, showing off as he aims in your direction, cum splattering opaque and unexpected on your fuzzy sweater.

“My dick isn’t broken,” reaching lower to cup his balls, “I can assure you my stamina is plentiful, and my refractory period minimal.”

“Eloquent words for a man with a hand stuffed down his pants,” your core betraying you as it flutters at the promise lurking beneath his assurance.

“D’ya prefer filth?” he growls, shooting you a withering, ravenous look, “Because I can be filthy, princess. I can tease the nastiest, pathetic noises from that pert mouth of yours, can make a fuckin’ mess of your lips,” gesturing lewdly at your crotch, “Till they’re as smeared and glossy as the ones wrapped around my cock,” grip increasingly firm as he continues stroking his shaft, motivated by your throat clenching as he paints his vivid fantasy.

Doesn’t realize how fuckin’ tantalizing she is, out of breath, her little shudders, without me needin’ to touch her.

“I bet you prefer filth. Bet your thing extends beyond delicious men jerking off beside you,” finally freeing his cock, slapping its reddened, swollen head against his black and orange hoodie, vision tunneling when you audibly gasp, car swerving slightly. “Bet you prefer delicious men using your slutty, perfect cunt to jerk off instead of their fist, hm?” eyes closing as the swell of climax threatens to overtake his ability to talk, “Bet you prefer your delicious oniisan fucking you within an inch of consciousness, proving why you should love him, why you should love him and his fat, throbbing cock.”

A strangled whimper escapes you, soft moans filling your car as Katsuki orgasms, limbs twitching with each consecutive spurt of cum, splotches glistening on his hoodie, the glove box latch, your empty Starbucks frappuccino bottle nestled in the center cup holder.

Fuck you exhale shakily, clit tingling Whatthefuck, whatthefuck, what. The. Fuck.

Fuck he inhales sharply, tugging off his hoodie in one fluid motion, shirt catching on its lining to reveal solid planes of exerted, flushed muscle That was, unfuckinggodly shock registering And she didn’t even touch me.

You try—and fail—to avoid stealing a peek. 

This can’t happen again sinking wary and nauseating in both your stomachs How the fuck am I going to get through this vacation? tension worse than it ever was.

I want him you think to yourself, dizzy as you turn on your blinker, exit approaching.

I need her Katsuki thinks to himself, unraveling as he cleans your car with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Not much longer,” you mumble.

“Not much longer,” he echoes.

The lingering scent of his pleasure holds you hostage—keenly so—heady darkness swirling… waiting… ready…

“Have you and Katsuki left yet?”

You frown at her tone, noting its slight dip, “Yeah, mom. In fact, we just arrived,” realization creeping up your spine as you stare at your duffel bag plopped heavy and full on your bed, “You aren’t going to make it.”

Her sigh confirms your statement, “We didn’t leave in time, and the snow got really bad, really fast. I’m still willing to make the drive, but-”

“Don’t bother,” you interject, eyes rolling at your horrendously amazing luck, “Better safe than sorry. We’ll enjoy the cabin for you, and we can always celebrate together afterwards.”

“Are you sure?” tentative surprise in her voice, “I know Katsuki gets on your nerves, and hoped his dad and I could provide a bit of a buffer.”

“Mom, I’d rather him getting on my nerves than you ending up injured or dead in a ditch. In this weather, it’s not worth the risk.”

Laughter crackles through your phone as your mom exhales, evidently relieved at your lack of a fuss, “Well I’m glad you at least love me that much.”

“I do mom, love you lots.”

“Don’t trash the cabin, and leave the cleaners a decent tip, okay? Hopefully you won’t go too stir crazy.”

“It’s only a couple of days,” you snort, “I brought a few books, and I can probably occupy myself by undertaking unnecessarily elaborate recipes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“Maybe try to get to know Katsuki? His dad tells me he’s great in the kitchen…”

“Do not push me,” you grumble, “I don’t cook for taste — I cook for fun.”

“Alright, I won’t. Thank you for being calm about this. I’m sorry we didn’t plan well.”

“Yeah, yeah, be safe, not sorry, and I’ll keep calm and carry on.”

“I love you honey.”

“I love you mom, bye.”

Thud.

“Oi, those idiots can’t make it,” Katsuki’s annoyed drawl interrupts your moment of reprieve, “That’s why being on time’s so important, yanno.”

“I know,” you snap, grateful he at least has the decency to knock before entering, hesitant question on the tip of your tongue, “What time do you eat dinner?” recalling your mom’s request to Maybe try to get to know Katsuki?

“Whatever time you want, princess. But I’m cooking.”

What a prick.

—

“Good book?” Katsuki grunts from across the kitchen island, chopping carrots faster than you can read words.

“Fine,” you nod, reading, rereading, then rerereading the same sentence.

“Am I distracting ya?”

“Yes.”

“Tch, just tryin’ to make small talk.”

“Bakugou, you literally orgasmed in my passenger seat,” you huff, cheeks burning, stare sharper than his knife, “I think we’re past small talk.”

“Okaaay,” he raises an eyebrow, mindlessly tossing the carrots into the large pot on the stove, “So why’re you reading that book in particular? What draws you to an author?”

Pursing your lips, you glare down at your book, sentences still bleeding into each other, “You don’t care.”

“I don’t,” he shrugs, opening the fridge to grab the thawing chicken breast, “But I do appreciate you buying everything on my grocery list.”

“What are you cooking?”

“Chicken soup,” he smiles faintly, rummaging through a cupboard for a plastic cutting board, “Figured with the storm it’d be nice and cozy.”

“Are we disgusting?” you ask softly, committing your page number to memory as you give up and close your book.

“I’m not disgusting,” he responds immediately, pausing to rinse off his knife, “And you’re not disgusting either.”

“But we’re step-”

“If we’d met before our parents had-”

“Then nothing would’ve happened, because you’re an asshole,” you interrupt, coolness in your tone as you recall how many times he’d ignore you during family dinners, talking over you as your mom offered you an apologetic glance, “The only reason I associate with you is because your dad isn’t an asshole, and my mom deserves to be happy.”

“But, you still want to fuck me,” he smirks.

“For fuck’s sake,” you seethe, standing abruptly, chair scraping the kitchen tile, “Yes, you’re attractive. Yes, you seduced me. Yes, I want to have sex with you. But you know what? I’m not going to, because I’d rather maintain my dignity and self respect than fuck my oniisan whose only redeeming quality is his dirty talk.”

Shit Katsuki winces inwardly as you stalk away, book abandoned on the counter, chicken breast half sliced, broth simmering timidly. He knows he’s inattentive, domineering, selfish; just as he knows why, bubbling resentment familiar, sour, and inescapable when he jolts back to his dad introducing you — to his dad being the best, worst wingman in the history of wingmen. He doubts you remember, but he wasn’t always aloof and cruel: he’d started out cautiously curious, warm lick of attraction already budding in his groin… and then his dad’s relationship with your mom became serious — the mirage, tendril of hope, that they’d fade to the background, snapped. He couldn’t maintain his reserved, almost gentle exterior of wanting, breaking into a fractured portrait of rude, prideful, asshole. It helped that you were adults, that you had excuses to avoid each other, that he could usually exist as an unsavory fragment on the fringe of your thoughts.

“You’re joining us for the holidays.”

The fuck? “Who’s us, and what holidays?” Katsuki scowls, grip on his phone tightening.

“Our family. My girlfriend, her daughter, and you.”

“Our family?” he scoffs, “You’ve been dating for what, six months? And you’re already doin’ holidays together.”

“Katsuki,” impatience growing, “I’m not young anymore. I don’t have the leisure of casual-until-our-connection-peters-out. I don’t want this connection to peter out. Besides, I thought you liked [y/n]?”

“Whatever.”

“You could pretend to be happy for me.”

“I am.”

“Well pretend harder.”

“I’ll be there for your stupid fucking holidays.”

“I love you, Katsuki.”

“Bye, dad.”

“Let’s play Poker,” you declare as you stomp into the kitchen, bottle of vodka in hand, resisting the urge to stick your nose directly into the mouthwatering flavor wafting from the stove to your nostrils.

“Hi to you too,” Katsuki snorts, leaning against the counter, your book cradled in his palms, “Feeling better after your little tantrum?” eyeing your liquor, “Or worse.”

“Did you ask?” you hiss, snatching your book from him, “You probably lost my page.”

“You memorized your page before closing it, actually.”

Unperturbed, you open a drawer, searching for utensils, “I’m hungry.”

“So demanding,” he mutters, lifting the lid off the pot, “It needs five minutes.”

“And I’m feeling so much better after my little tantrum,” you quip, “Thanks for worrying about me, oniisan,” sloshing the bottle of vodka in front of his face, “You’re welcome to join me.”

Eyes narrowing darkly, he ignores you in favor of stirring the soup, satisfied with its aromatic scent.

“Anyway, I said let’s play Poker,” you repeat, “Unless you don’t know how? I can teach you.”

“Princess-”

“Don’t call me princess.”

“Princess, I know how to play Poker,” amused smirk meeting your stubborn glare, “Although I’m sure you’d make a fantastic teacher.”

“Soup, shots, Poker, and I go to sleep wealthier than I was this morning.”

“It’s only been two minutes.”

“You know what hanger is?”

“Your hanger can wait two fuckin’ minutes.”

“Where are the shot glasses?”

“I’ve been busy cooking dinner.”

“And I’ve been busy deciding whether to call a truce or avoid you for the remainder of my life.”

“How civil of you,” he grumbles, lungs pinching at your bitterness, “Is the truce for the soup?”

“And Poker,” you nod, “And shots,” setting bowls, silverware, and shot glasses beside the stove, “Your money too.”

“You realize Poker isn’t entirely skill based,” he remarks dryly.

“And you realize I’m luckier than most,” you retort, “It’s been five minutes.”

“Tch, serve yourself.”

Heart panging when you serve him too.

Three shots in, and two full games later, you sigh frustrated, sprawled lazy and comfortable on the living room rug, tank top straps loose on your shoulders, flannel pants scrunched around your ankles.

“I’m bored.”

“No, you’re disappointed that I’ve kept my money,” Katsuki chuckles, a new pair of sweatpants hugging his muscular legs, feet tucked neatly under him.

“You haven’t taken any of mine either,” you sniff, toes curling in your fluffy socks, “We’re evenly matched.”

“Technically, I’m a dollar ahead of you,” he grins, waving your dollar with unbearable smugness.

“Technically, that won’t last long.”

“How about,” he raises an eyebrow, “We up the stakes.”

“Calling a truce does not mean playing Strip Poker,” you immediately sit straighter, relaxed pretense dissipating.

“You’re attracted to me,” is his murmured response, his cards set aside, glinting maroon staring pointedly at your lips, “And when did I say anything about Strip Poker?”

“Our parents are dating,” you whisper, burn of vodka in your throat, watching his body for any sudden movement, “And,” swallowing thickly, “You’re an asshole,’ hyper aware of how you lack your usual venom.

“I’m attracted to you,” he rasps, observing the dilation of your pupils, the goosebumps dotting your forearms, how still you are as you hold your breath, “This afternoon,” vulnerability coiling in his gut, “I don’t regret it. Not for a second.”

“Bakugou,” you’re pleading now, dizziness returning, “I… I think I’m drunk.”

“You’re that much of a lightweight?” he freezes, hardness in his voice, “Are you keeping track?”

“You’re not?” is your hushed answer, daring him to surrender his hand.

To admit just how deeply his feelings cut: to reveal the extent of his lust, the weight of his anger — to reveal if, cowering behind his brashness, he holds any semblance of honest affection for you.

Quietly, he folds, “You’ve had three shots in almost three hours,” as you crawl slowly toward him, “And are only a dollar short,” curve of his jaw startlingly handsome, “So you tell me,” his fingertips grazing the heat of your ear, “Are you drunk?”

“I want you,” leaning into his touch.

“Are. You. Drunk?”

Falling into his crimson haze, the last puzzle piece settling into place.

“No,” confession hanging delicate and deliberate between your closing eyes and his faltering pulse, “I’m not, not at all.”

—

Firm hands guide your hips, support your back, tangle into your hair, as you clamber onto Katsuki’s lap, legs wrapping around his waist, warm mouth pressing moist, unsteady kisses across your collarbones.

“You’re stunning,” he whispers, compliments melting one after another into your skin, “So soft,” one hand cradling your neck, the other snaking down to your ass, “So supple,” pinching your flesh, smacking your thigh, feeling your body jiggle on his lap, soaking in your consequent whimpers.

He follows your lead as you slip a gentle finger under his chin, catching his lips with your own, tongue gliding sweet and teasing along his faint glimmer of a smile.

“Let me taste you,” nearly begging, his request pooling hot between your thighs, “Want you trembling beneath me, want you pulling on my hair, stealin’ my breath as you cum.”

You feel yourself falling as he guides you backward, tank top rising, curve of your tits bouncing in the incandescent light.

“Is it too rough?” he asks, boxing you in as he hovers above you, thick biceps on either side of your head, bulge barely brushing your pelvis, “The rug, is it too rough?”

“Taste me,” is your response, tugging at the collar of his shirt, satisfied hum vibrating in your sternum when he collapses—carefully—onto you, your legs wrapping once again around his waist, undulating erratic and petulant into his hardness, “Said you wanted to taste me, so do it,” groaning at the friction of his chest rubbing against your nipples.

“Gotta let me go,” he chuckles quietly, kneading your thigh with subtle strength, “How m’gonna taste you with you grinding on my cock?” thrusting strongly into your rhythm, smirking at your slack expression, “Make up your mind princess, you cummin’ on my bulge, or my face?”

“Your face,” you gasp, releasing him with an indignant glare, “I’m stealing your breath when I cum, remember?”

Harsh laughter tickles your stomach as Katsuki moves languid and lower, his shirt bundled and tossed behind him, thumbs bringing the waistband of your pants with him, kissing the bare crook of your knee as you help him remove them completely.

“Katsuki,” you whine shyly, pussy clenching as his large palms splay your legs, your folds already glistening.

“Katsuki?” reaching for your nipples, twisting lightly to distract yourself from the intensity of his stare, “Is… am I okay?”

Fuck he growls, “You’re more than okay,” spit dripping warm from his open mouth to your clit, “So fucking sexy when you touch yourself.”

And then he’s lapping at your folds, tongue flat and wet as he memorizes your scent, your texture, when you moan sharply, when you groan loudly, and when he’s accidentally veered off course. Your essence mixes with his spit, trickling slow and filthy between your ass cheeks, fingers pulling at his disheveled hair whenever he bites at your thigh, cocky grin disappearing into your heat as your legs quiver. His rhythm solidifies, inaudible praise vibrating every so often onto your swollen clit, your inner monologue turning to outer dialogue while his tongue flicks relentless and steady.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you babble, thighs tightening around him, heel of your hand pressing on his head, urging his tongue to swirl harder, faster, wetter, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, so close, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop,” bundle of nerves pulsing quickly, quicker, quicker, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum,” spine arching, feet flexing, core weeping with concentrated pleasure, his tongue still tireless, still going, “I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, FUCK.”

Sensitivity writhes through your legs as you finally release him, your slick smeared messy and translucent on his chin, his lips, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, feral shadow in his eyes as he wipes his face on the plush of your thighs.

“M’not done with you,” he mutters, fumbling with his sweatpants till they’re pooled on the floor beside you, “On your knees.”

Scrambling to obey, you roll onto your stomach, ass in the air, pussy queefing at the sudden change in position, eyes wide and unfocused as you glance over your shoulder at his pleased expression.

“Good,” he rasps, parting your creamy folds with a crude thumb, “So fucking good for me, such a fucking slut for me,” spitting on your ass, watching his saliva dribble onto the rug, slipping a rough finger into your pussy, “Good.”

“Katsuki,” you mumble, blushing at the schliick of his finger fucking in and out of you.

“Hm, princess?” he coos mockingly, adding another finger as you yelp, curling them at varying angles until he feels you shudder, “Was that it? Right there? You like when oniisan finger fucks you?”

You wail softly, nodding desperately into the rug, rocking back and forth as he cups your pussy, wet sound of your ass hitting his palm filling the living room.

“What’s it gonna be princess, cumming on oniisan’s fingers, or cumming on oniisan’s cock?”

“Your cock,” you whine lowly, blossoming orgasm halted as he immediately withdraws his fingers, body broad and sweaty as he drapes himself over you.

“Clean them,” he demands, cock nudging against your pussy, “Taste how fucking perfect your cunt is.”

The warmth of your tongue caressing his fingers elicits a long groan from him as he grips the base of his cock, voice a flitting murmur in your ear as he slowly, painstakingly presses into you.

“F-fuck,” he stammers, dominant demeanor faltering as your gummy walls envelop his cock, encouraged by your overwhelmed gulps for breath, your nails clinging to the rug’s tufts.

“Oniisan,” you blubber, eager to fit him fully and tightly, greedy for the bump of his cockhead against the entrance of your cervix, veins dragging thick and swollen as he sinks further into your pussy.

“So fucking needy,” Katsuki grunts, straightening up to watch the rest of his cock disappear into your pussy, “My needy bitch,” balls finally brushing sticky against your folds, “Wish you could see how pretty your cunt is, stretched so pretty around my cock,” pulling out slightly, “You can hear it,” shoving in sharply, jostling your body with a filthy squelch, “Can hear it as I stuff your sloppy cunt,” smirking as you gush around him, “My messy cunt, aren’t you princess? My messy fucking cunt, a hole just for your oniisan,” pounding into you at a rapid, steady pace, “Can’t believe how long we waited t’do this, don’t know how I resisted fucking that prim look off your face,” balls providing friction for your clit as they slap heavy and repetitive with the force of his thrusts, “You’re so fucking beautiful, such a fucking whore for me, wearing that lipgloss, letting me jerk off in your car, sitting your gorgeous ass in my lap, kissing me speechless,” working himself into a frenzy, lost in the suction of your pussy, your constant utterances of Oniisan! and Katsuki! and FuckfuckFUCK! “Where should I cum? Where should I cum? Shit!” his voice fraying, unable to decide between painting your silky walls, rippling ass, or flipping you over once more to coat your luscious tits.

“My cunt,” you whimper, “Wanna feel your cum drooling out of my hole, wanna be your cumdump.”

With a riled snarl, Katsuki spills into your pussy, cock throbbing as he continues thrusting shallowly through his orgasm, his cum leaking from your pussy onto the rug, rough fingers doing their best to collect the mess, smearing your ass, your thighs, your back as he claims you.

“My dirty fuckin’ bitch,” he groans, releasing you abruptly, possessive satisfaction welling in his stomach at the sight of you crumpled and oozing his cum, tampering down the insatiable urge to fuck and stuff and fill you again, again, again, your pussy molded to his cock, forever buried in your mess of a hole, plugged indefinitely to the brim with him.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” you murmur weakly, dimly aware of a warm, wet cloth scrubbing gently at your thighs, your skin prickling with the feeling of drying cum, pussy still dribbling intermittently, cheek burning faintly from what you can only presume is rug burn.

A toothy grin enters your foggy field of vision, familiar drawl all too smug as Katsuki’s narrowed eyes meet your satisfied gaze, “Give me thirty minutes princess,” flicking your swollen clit, grinning wider at your breathy, shocked squeal, “Or do you need until morning?” 

Tender touches guide you to bed, sheets decidedly not the same color as the ones in your chosen bedroom, mattress dipping as you curl into a solid, grounding warmth, unexpectedly gentle arms embracing you, amber and moss lulling you to sleep.

“I love you,” whispered terrified and longing, voice rough and whittled, ruby eyes glittering melancholy in the dark.

I love you too mouthed softly into his skin in return.

[bugcreations]

Master post for my most favorite subject when it comes to my MK1 stories - my fankids! They each mean so much to my little hearts in different ways and I'm always looking for ways to make them better, so please ask about them! For now here's the info on them…

🩷Astrid🩷

Age: 17

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5'8

Likes: Fashion design, poetry, "fancy things", the color pink, butterflies, weaving

Hates: Stormy days, dull colors, mint flavors

Astrid, as you can probably guess, is the princess of Outworld! She has a pretty neutral image, some praise her for her fighting talent, polite, charming and witty personality and fashion-foward mindset, while others show disdain for her as she’s a result of a once formerly forbidden relationship, and…she inherits Tarkat.

However, Astrid has a strong heart, and she doesn’t see her Tarkat as a burden or a struggle, rather an obstacle that makes her stronger each time she comes back from overcoming bursts of her infection. She’d rather focus more on the things she wants to do, which involve fashion design, poetry, and hoping to explore Earthrealm and the unique cultures it can offer, something she wants to do a tad bit more than becoming Empress.

💙Mankato💙

(Note this one technically a windwolf fanchild - I HC Fujin to be a girl, and Nightwolf to be transfem in this timeline. Ed Boon dont fuck them up!!!!)

Mankato, otherwise known as Blue, is the definition of crafty and fun! He has autism and ADHD, mainly expressed through his energetic and disorganized nature, and his intense interest in owls! He lives and breathes owls, through art. He loves to paint, draw, sketch and color owls and all in his favorite colors, which are the primary colors.

Blue is pretty much your definition of a “silly little guy,” he’s the heart of gold of the team and also the shortest! But despite his small, sweet personality, he has impeccable fighting skills, which he can put to good use thanks to his mom’s wind talisman! He greatly aspires to be as important and strong as his Uncle Raiden, and wishes to be something like a Champion like him someday. But for now, he’s too busy having adventures with his friends and painting…wait for it…owls.

Age: 17

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 5’3

Likes: Owls, primary colors, soft clothing, sushi (with salmon and avocado only! It’s his safe food), adventure, arts and crafts

Hates: Anything bitter tasting, loud parties, people touching his braids

🧡Nanami🧡

Nanami is a total butch, reckless girl - she’s sassy, brave, and dresses like Adam Sandler. She’s got a big interest in boxing and basketball, and her athletic skills also aid her in kombat. While she definitely struggles with issues like her impulsiveness, her dads’ constant smothering, and her secret insecurities, she doesn’t let that show, as she just tries to do what she wants.

She’s the fighter of the group, she’ll protect them at any costs as she feels the most comfortable around them. If anything were to happen to any of her family and friends, she would never forgive herself.

Age: 17

Sexuality: Lesbian

Height: 5’5

Likes: Tigers, basketball, gaming, blue and orange colors, sports, boxing

Hates: Dresses, flowers, the color green, mushrooms

💚Kung Wei💚

Kung Wei is a bit of the jokester of the team, as he’s cowardly, often talks as if he’s full of himself, and throws himself into rather dumb situations for attention. He’s not a bad person at all though! He just likes to enjoy the wild side of life, and everyone constantly talks about how he’s a mini copy of Kung Lao.

Like Nanami, he too has insecurities, mostly rooted in being compared to all these great heroes in his family and scared he will also be forced into the dangers they have experienced. While his dads try to help him realize he doesn’t have to live like that, Kung Wei has some deep down anxiety that makes it hard for him to think otherwise.

Age: 16

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 5’8 Likes: Animals, food (especially involving shrimp), nature, skateboarding and board games (even though he loses half the time) Hates: Horror movies, lemons, insects, Vaternians (he’s terrtified of them)

❤️Spindle❤️ And now for my most favorite fankid, and makes up a large majority of my stories, my Reivik fankid!!!! Spindle was born and raised in Chaosrealm, so he’s a bit of a unique person when it comes to who he is! He’s a bit socially awkward often, under the impression others don’t trust him, but if he’s comfortable around othetrs (typcially his friend group) then he becomes witty, friendly and very joking as well. His intelligence comes from the ability to observe his surroundings and others in crystal clear ways in order to figure out how he can make others like him, since he always believes they don’t at first.

He may crack jokes and all, but he has the worst secret of the group - a type of curse he was born with, called Flesh’s Teeth. The way Spindle's curse works is like this - Any part of Spindle's skin can open up to create a mouth of razor-sharp teeth with a long snakelike tongue, and his eyes will glow red. Spindle gets much more ruthless, bloodthirsty and Ravenous in this form as due to his curse.He will go out of his way to attack anyone he finds delicious (Relatives are immune to his craving). When he eats his fill (typically 100 - 150 pounds), his nose will start bleeding, he will black out and not remember anything when he wakes up an hour later. His manifestations are spontaneous, but they typically occur every two weeks or so.

Spindle is always living with the fear that he will kill someone close to him, even if not his actualy family - and so he thinks everyone has a right to not like him, and that it is up to him to change it. However, what he doesn’t realize is that he is the glue of the group, and his friends are always there for him, even during his worst moments.

Age: 17 Sexuality: Pansexual Height: 6’0 Likes: The color blood red, hyenas, human anatomy, sewing, the smell of wood Hates: Bright lights, huge crowds, being questioned, tight spaces

[talshiargirlfriend]

🎲4. A kiss to the top of the head

plz and thx 😁

Yay it’s kiss roulette time!

Despite his expressions of confidence in the face of T’Pol’s misgivings, Trip had also been a little apprehensive about this visit. So far, so good, even if he missed the distracting presence of Bert and Owen and of course Earth’s greatest human buffer, Miguel Salazar. Trip’s brother-in-law could keep any conversation going smoothly; he was charm incarnate. It was a skill Trip envied.

People often described Trip as charming, but he wasn’t too sure about that. As far as he could tell he was just genuinely interested in other people and in possession of a streak of mischief.

After an uneventful dinner, Charlie, Elaine, Trip and T’Pol moved to the living room with coffee. As each couple settled onto a sofa, a pair of black and white cats strolled in to investigate the situation.

“Who are these pretty babies? I wasn’t sure you would get another cat after…” Trip trailed off and put his hand down for the cats to sniff.

“Well,” Charlie said. “Our pets can’t stay with us as long as we’d like, but I’ve never regretted a moment of loving one of them.” He cleared his throat. Elaine blinked rapidly and looked away.

Trip could feel T’Pol’s eyes on him. He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“That’s Princess Isabel and the Lady Lilith. Izzy and Lily,” Elaine filled in. Izzy retreated to curl up on the back of his parents’ sofa while Lily sniffed Trip’s hand before turning her nose up at him in a look of feline disdain.

“Don’t be offended. She doesn’t really like anyone but me. Bit like your dad here,” Elaine teased.

As if in defiance the dainty cat rubbed her face against T’Pol’s leg. To Trip’s surprise the animal was rewarded with a gentle scratch behind the ears before she trotted off to curl up on his mama’s lap.

Elaine stroked the cat fondly in greeting. “Well, you like the ladies of the family, Lil. That’s a start. I’m sure these Tucker boys will grow on you.”

“They have a tendency to do so,” T’Pol agreed softly. Trip smirked and bumped his knee against hers affectionately.

The Elizabeth-shaped holes were still there - they would always be there - but they felt a little less… jagged. The gaps somehow formed an integral part of the overall structure.

The evening continued in a similarly pleasant fashion, as the four of them conversed comfortably on topics varying from needlework to neutrinos while the cats snored softly in the background.

Eventually, Charlie let out a jaw-cracking yawn and slapped his hands against his thighs, “Well, that’s my cue to hit the hay.”

Elaine leaned over for a kiss, “Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

“Goodnight, Dad.”

“Goodnight, Charles.”

He stood to make his way out, pausing behind the sofa where his son and de facto daughter-in-law sat.

“Goodnight, kids.”

He leaned down and kissed Trip on the crown of his head as he had done countless times before. He then did the same to T’Pol before continuing out of the room. T’Pol’s eyes went wide in surprise before she swiftly recovered her composure.

Trip bit back a smile and made eye contact with his mom. In unison each gave the other a subtle head shake, clearly communicating “Don’t say anything, you’ll embarrass them” before breaking into matching grins.

His heart felt lighter than it had in years.

—

I considered an angsty little Similitude interlude, but I settled on fluff. As the reigning empress of TnT fluff, I hope this will meet with your approval! 😅 Thanks for the ask!

[victorianitt]

"I feel safe in your arms"

Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran, fluff, comfort fic, au

*** Disclaimer - fanfiction translated to English by ChatGPT ***

Sebastian Moran had long since grown accustomed to James Moriarty's strange behavior. The sniper sometimes wondered if Jim suffered from some form of schizophrenia or split personality. His boss could be a criminal mastermind, a consulting criminal in one moment, and the next, he behaved like a child, desperately seeking a moment of closeness.

It was the same now—Jim nestled into his broad chest, wrapping his thin arms around him.

Sebastian set his laptop aside and hugged Moriarty back.

“Jim...?” he asked cautiously.

The smaller man mumbled something incoherent in response.

“Hey, Jim, what’s going on? Is it about that thing with Holmes? I told you he’s not interested in you.”

Moriarty sat up and looked at Moran.

“But he solved my puzzles. Why wasn’t he interested in playing my game?”

Sebastian sighed softly. Jim was still hung up on his encounter with Holmes. Sherlock had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t care about the game Moriarty had crafted but rather about saving the people Jim had used as pawns. Their meeting at the pool hadn’t gone as Moriarty had planned. The consulting detective had deduced Jim’s boredom and obsession with him with disdain. He promised that if Moriarty ever tried to pull him into another game, all Sherlock would do was focus on rescuing hostages, leaving the puzzles unsolved. Sebastian’s boss hadn’t taken it well. He sulked, ignored emails, refused new jobs, and if not for Moran, he probably wouldn’t have eaten at all.

Sebastian was grateful Jim had invited him to his apartment before his obsession with Holmes took over. In his current state, Jim might not have thought of him otherwise.

“Jim, you couldn’t have known. People aren’t always who we want them to be. Sometimes, we have to adapt.”

Moriarty sighed softly.

They lay in silence for a moment, crammed together on the small couch. Jim started tracing his finger along Sebastian’s jaw, watching his reactions.

“Will you tell me a story?” he asked, not breaking his gaze.

“What kind of story?” Sebastian replied, a bit surprised.

“I don’t know... something to cheer me up?”

Sebastian pondered for a moment. Then he remembered how, as a child, his mother used to tell him stories from her own childhood. Maybe that would work?

“When I was a kid…” he began hesitantly, “I once found a dog. It was small and skinny, tied to a tree in the woods, left to die. If it weren’t for me, it probably would have. Luckily, during one of our mushroom-picking trips, my father and I heard barking. The dog was calling for help with its last strength. We untied it and brought it home. At first, my mother was against it, you know?” Sebastian smiled nostalgically, stroking Jim’s hair. “But later, she grew attached to it. The dog became her only companion when my father and I went on mountain trips. Dad loved those trips…”

Sebastian felt Jim stiffen beside him.

“Hey, Sebby…” Moriarty said softly. “You had a wonderful family, didn’t you?”

Sebastian chuckled quietly.

“Yeah, they were wonderful. My mom was a nurse, and my dad, like my granddad, was a soldier. He’s the reason I chose this career path.”

“They were? What happened to them?”

“They died in a car accident. It was entirely random, years after the war. Despite what I suspected for a long time, it wasn’t planned.”

Silence fell again, broken only by the sound of their breathing.

“What was the dog’s name?” Jim asked quietly.

Sebastian laughed, this time louder.

“His name was Queen.”

“Queen? Was it a female?”

“No, though we thought so at first. I named him after the band.”

Jim’s eyes lit up.

“I Want to Break Free?” he hummed inquisitively.

“I Want to Break Free,” Sebastian confirmed. “Didn’t think you were a fan. It’s a love song, after all, and you don’t strike me as the romantic type.”

“Excuse me! My bookshelf is graced with every Jane Austen novel!” Jim feigned indignation.

“Only because you stole them from Sherlock’s apartment,” the sniper shot back.

Jim giggled and snuggled into Moran’s chest.

“I like lying here with you, you know?”

“I... I like it too,” Sebastian replied, slightly embarrassed. “Back to the song—why do you like it?”

“The idea of a love you can’t escape…” Moriarty said quietly. “Even so, I’d like to fall in love like that someday.”

“Wouldn’t you be afraid the person you love might use you?”

Jim flashed a predatory smile.

“Me?”

Sebastian laughed and looked at his boss, grinning.

“Alright, fair point. But I didn’t expect you to be such a romantic.”

“Maybe deep down, I am. Jane Austen, remember?”

“I’d have to see you actually reading her to believe it.”

“Maybe you will... someday,” Jim said, giving Sebastian a tender smile.

They lay together, pressed close on the small couch, smiling warmly at each other. But eventually, their moment of peace had to end. Moriarty sat up and stretched with a sigh.

“Hey, Sebby... will you make me some sandwiches? Please?”

“Got your appetite back all of a sudden?”

“Maaaybe…” Jim teased, enjoying a bit of banter with his sniper.

Sebastian rolled his eyes but got up and headed to the kitchen to make sandwiches.

As he spread butter, the sound of I Want to Break Free filled the apartment. Sebastian smiled widely. He picked up the plate of sandwiches and returned to the living room.

The sight made him burst out laughing—Jim was dancing, raising his arms with every repetition of the chorus. He spun around, facing Sebastian with a mischievous grin, then pirouetted straight into him. Sebastian barely managed to save the sandwiches.

“Hey, Jim! You almost knocked over the sandwiches!” he scolded, though he wasn’t really angry. In fact, he was glad to see his boss smiling again.

Jim grinned, his face close to Sebastian’s chest.

“Sebby...?”

“Yeah, Jim?”

“With you, I wouldn’t be afraid. I wouldn’t fear being used.”

Sebastian froze for a moment, then wrapped his arms around Jim.

“I wouldn’t be afraid either, Jim. I wouldn’t,” he murmured, his face buried in Moriarty’s hair.

Jim tilted his head up, prompting Sebastian to meet his gaze.

“Hey, Seb? Sometimes I feel like kissing you. And you know what?” He paused. “I’ve just decided… I’m going to do it.”

And he did.

Their lips met, and Sebastian closed his eyes, his hands tightening on Jim’s back.

They kissed for what felt like forever, until they were both out of breath. Moriarty stood on tiptoes, clutching Sebastian’s shoulders, pressing as much of himself against him as possible.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both flushed and breathing heavily.

“I feel safe with you, Seb. Safe in your arms. Safe when you hold me, when you’re here.”

Sebastian smiled at the smaller man.

“I know, Jim. And I’m glad you feel safe with me. I feel happy protecting you. It’s my job, after all.” They both chuckled softly.

They stood there, in the middle of the living room, with I Want to Break Free playing in the background, holding each other tightly. Time seemed to stand still.

Eventually, though, Sebastian let Jim go, fed him the sandwiches, and felt a happiness he hadn’t known before. Later that evening, when he came out of the shower and found Jim on the couch with Pride and Prejudice in hand, he wasn’t even surprised. He simply smiled and walked over.

“So it really is Jane Austen. One more step, and I might believe in your inner romantic.”

“You haven’t already?” Jim quipped. “I’ve been trying so hard…”

“Maybe a little. Throw a ball, and we’ll talk.”

Moriarty’s eyes sparkled mischievously, and Sebastian knew he’d regret those words. Jim Moriarty hosting a ball? It couldn’t happen.

Right?!

[seriousbrat]

What do you make of Lily’s relationship with Slughorn? Slughorn in the series seems to be seen as a bit of a cringe guy, blatantly collecting celebrities and celebrities in the making. With Lily’s disdain for James and Sirius arrogance and entitledness, wouldn’t it be in line with her personality to not think much of someone like Slughorn either? Although understanding he means well, his attitude towards muggleborn talent reads a bit like a micro aggression - would that not bother fiery and independent-thinking Lily? I’d love to read more meta or fics about these two characters, it’s so funny to me that Harry was always almost hyperfocused on uncovering his dad’s memories and identity, and then in HBP, out of nowhere Slughorn comes alone like “Lily Evans gave me will to live” and Harry doesn’t dig deeper??? I’m also curious wether Slughorn ever also acknowledged Snape’s talent for potions or had any curiosity about him, since he was so close to charming Lily. I need to know!!

Honestly, I LOVE Lily's relationship with Slughorn. Mostly because I find Slughorn a very entertaining character to write. I just find his mannerisms amusing so I kind of have a soft spot for him lol, even though I don't think he's a great person or anything. He's not terrible either, he's just supposed to be average. Moderate.

I definitely think you make a good point about Lily's lack of patience for the Marauders, but at the same time I think Slughorn, whatever else he was, was never purposefully cruel and I don't see him as arrogant. Pompous and ambitious, maybe, but also not overly ambitious-- Dumbledore states that he never aspired to personal power but preferred to watch from the sidelines. I think Slughorn represents the casual or 'benevolent' prejudice of the wizarding world, probably the most common attitude among purebloods. He espouses unexamined beliefs about Muggleborns that are obviously bigoted, but at the same time his actions don't fully line up with those beliefs, as several of his favourite students have been Muggleborns, and he deliberately rejects students aligned with the Death Eaters. He's just a moderate, who doesn't examine the world around him because the status quo benefits him.

I do think Lily would have been fond of Slughorn despite all that, because he's generally kind. We only see Slughorn with older students but I imagine he was really sweet to the first years, one of the 'softer' professors among the staff. He was very kind to Hagrid (even though this was partly for personal gain) and also to Ron after the love potion debacle. So I think Lily would have seen him as a kindly, well-intentioned uncle who nevertheless had failings. For the time period, however, Slughorn's attitude would probably have been standard and honestly his inclusion and support of Muggle-born students during the war, even if it was flawed... is still something. I've no doubt that Lily wouldn't have been afraid to argue with Slughorn when she disagreed with him, but he would probably take it in stride, engage with her opinion with good humour and respect even if he didn't share it. He enjoyed and encouraged her "cheeky answers". And that's honestly a much more pleasant experience than someone outright dismissing your beliefs. I can see why they got on, personally.

About Snape: I've no doubt that Slughorn spotted his talent pretty much immediately. And while Lily and Sev were friends, this was perfect- the glow of Lily's personality basically covered Sev as well, made him more likeable by association lol. However, I think while Slughorn was very fond of Lily for who she was, he didn't actually like teen Sev very much. Snape's not exactly a people person, and he was even more disagreeable as a teenager from what we know-- Slughorn likely saw that as an obstacle to success. My belief is that when Slughorn (who I see as a bit of a gossip haha) became aware of the rift between them he automatically sided with Lily and Sev stopped receiving invites to the Slug Club. Slughorn likes talent but he also likes charisma, something Sev lacked (at least in a way that was obvious), and if Slughorn as Head of Slytherin was at all aware of Sev's proclivity for the Dark Arts that would have been a further strike against him.

Anyway! As I said, I really enjoy writing Slughorn lol. I've even considered doing a Wodehousian-inspired Slughorn prequel even though there's no audience for it probably lmao..

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Endure I: Dolls

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: You befriend the doctor’s son, Eren Jaeger.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x

Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 6.1k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

A/N: I caved. Despite the length, despite the way it makes me cringe because I wrote it two and a half years ago…endure is coming to tumblr. It may take me a bit to get the whole thing up so please be patient!!

Your first memory was that of the doctor’s son saying your name. He had tugged at your hair and yanked at your clothes, crawling around you as you sat, waiting for him to stop. He did not stop, but he laughed in childish delight at the fact that you didn’t complain, not once.

“Y/N!” he chortled, poking you in the arm repeatedly. You watched him curiously, and when he began to tickle you in the side, you squealed in protest.

“Eren!”

You don’t remember what happened after that. According to your parents, Dr. Jaeger had come and rescued you from Eren’s clutches, having finished his check up on your then-pregnant mother. Apparently, the small boy had cried the entire way home. Nobody ever told you if you cried. You probably hadn’t.

The doctor and his son had continued to visit you for many months to come. You and Eren became friends of a sort, though it was mostly because you were often kicked out of the room while the adults talked.

“I’m turning three soon,” Eren informed you proudly as you sat on the floor of your bedroom, playing with dolls. He was always happy to play dolls with you.

“Three?” you said, your eyes wide with wonder. “That’s really old!”

“I know. I’m going to have a big birthday party. You can come if you want. My mom is going to make cake, and it’s going to be chocolate, and there’s going to be so many people, but don’t worry! I’ll make sure to sit with you, too,” he assured you.

“Yay! Can I bring my dolls?” you said. He thought about this for a moment before frowning.

“Well, I guess so...but don’t expect everyone to want to play with you. Big kids don’t play with dolls. It’s not mat-ure. That means grown up,” he said, pronouncing the adult word meticulously.

“That’s a really cool word, Eren! Where’d you learn it?” you said.

“My dad taught me! He has this ginormous book that’s like this big with all of these words in it,” he said, holding his arms out to show you how big the book was. You gasped.

“That’s huge! And I guess I’ll bring my dolls, but we don’t have to play if they're not grown up. What do big kids do?” you said, furrowing your brow and staring forlornly at your dolls. Eren shrugged.

“Dunno. We can play with dolls for now, since you like them,” he said.

“Okay! Ready, Sir Eren? You have to come rescue me from the evil dragon!” you said, pointing at your princess doll, which was sitting next to your dog. Merry, the small black poodle, did not even flinch, taking the role of ‘evil dragon’ with grace.

“I’m coming! Out of the way, evil beast! I have to save Princess Y/N!” Eren declared, making his doll fly over to yours. Merry paused in licking his paw to give the boy a disdainful look. Eren made sword fighting noises as he chased Merry away before picking up your doll and giving it to you.

“Princess Y/N, I have defeated the evil dragon and saved you,” he said. You clutched the doll to your chest and gazed up at him with a bright grin.

“Thanks, Sir Eren! I think we should have a party now,” you said.

“With cake?” he said.

“I don’t think we have cake,” you said sadly.

“Let’s go outside and make some!” he said excitedly, dragging you after him before you could protest, not that you would have. Eren was dynamic and impulsive, lighting up the very air around him with electricity, sweeping you up in the current. What could you do but follow?

“With what?” you said. He narrowed his eyes, searching for something and then clapping when he found it.

“Mud pies! We can’t eat them, but they’ll be good for a doll party,” he said, marching over to a puddle and sitting next to it. You did the same, looking at him in confusion.

“How do you make mud pies?” you said, crossing your legs and leaning over slightly to watch his hands as he packed mud into round shapes before handing one to you.

“It’s really easy. You just pick up the mud and roll it around in your hands until it makes a solid shape, and ta-da! It’s a mud pie!” he said. You inspected the mud pie he had given to you before gingerly placing it next to you and replicating his motions.

“Is this good?” you said, showing him one. He held it up to his face and scrutinized it before nodding.

“Nice job! It’s almost as good as mine. But mine are better,” he bragged.

“Oh,” you said, crestfallen, “Sorry.”

“Yours are good too,” he offered when he saw that you were sad, “I just have a lot of practice.”

“Really? You think they’re good?” you said, smiling. He smiled back.

“Yeah! You’re in second place for goodness!” he said. You thought about this for a moment.

“But first is the worst and second is the best. So am I the best?” you said. Eren was perplexed for a minute, mulling this over.

“Let’s just have our party,” he said.

“I forgot about that! Good idea,” you said, bringing out your dolls and arranging them so they were sitting next to each other. Eren began to set up the mud pies, making sure each doll had its own.

“It’s because I’m older than you. It means I’m smarter and know better,” he informed you seriously.

“Will I ever be older than you?” you asked. He scowled.

“No! I’ll always be older forever and ever!” he said, crossing his arms.

“But I wanna be older!” you said. “My papa said we have to take turns doing things, so that means I have to get a turn being older!”

“You can’t. I’m almost three years old, remember? So I’m automatically older than you until you’re three, but then I’ll already be three, see? That means I’ll always be older, so we can’t take turns,” he explained. That was just about the wisest thing you had ever heard in your two years of living, from your nearly-three year old friend, so you begrudgingly accepted it.

“Okay,” you said, dragging out the last syllable of the word, “Can we have our celebration party now?”

“It’s all ready. Let’s have a toast!” Eren said.

“Toast? I like toast. My mamma makes it for breakfast sometimes,” you said.

“No, not that kind of toast,” he said.

“There’s another kind of toast?” you said cluelessly. No wonder Eren was older than you. He knew so much about everything.

“My parents do it with their friends during their fancy big people parties! They like raise their glasses and make a speech to ded-i-cate the party to someone,” he said. That sounded really official, and you knew you had to try it.

“Eren, we don’t have glasses,” you said.

“We can pretend! Okay, I want to make a toast to Princess Y/N!” he said, lifting his imaginary glass in the air and then tilting it back to drink it.

“Why?” you said. He held up a finger to indicate that he was still swallowing before nodding.

“Because! What kind of knight would I be without a princess to rescue?” he said.

“That’s true. Yeah, I guess you’re right! I want to make toast —”

“Make a toast,” Eren corrected you. You pouted.

“Sorry. I want to make a toast to Sir Eren for rescuing me from the evil dragon!” you said, miming the act of drinking the way your friend had.

“Cheers!” he said, and you knocked your invisible glasses together before taking another sip each. Then you burst into laughter, your dolls sitting quietly with their rapidly-crumbling mud pies. The air smelled like flowers and the scorching sun, and the grass would surely stain your clothes, but at the present moment, neither of you cared much, wrapped up in your own world.

“Ready to go, Eren?” Dr. Jaeger said as the adults rejoined you, watching your tea party fondly. You paused to look up at them, and Eren’s face fell when he realized he had to leave in the middle of your celebration.

“Dad, we were having a party because I saved Princess Y/N from the dragon! Can’t we leave in five minutes?” he whined. Dr. Jaeger seemed amused but shook his head.

“Sorry, kiddo, but I’ve got other patients to look at. Why don’t you invite Y/N to your birthday party this weekend? Then you can see each other and finish your party with actual cake instead of mud pies,” he said, patting Eren on the head.

“I already invited her and she said yes!” Eren said.

“Did her parents say yes?” Dr. Jaeger said. You and Eren exchanged looks of horror. The thought of your parents refusing had not even crossed either of your minds, and you immediately turned to your father and mother, who were watching you with soft smiles on their faces.

“Please please please can I go?” you begged them. They looked at each other before nodding.

“Sure, as long as you help with the chores this week,” your father said.

“Yay! Did you hear, Eren, I’m coming to your birthday party?” you said in excitement. He smiled at you, a genuine, wide, bright smile.

“I can’t wait! Bye-bye Y/N! I’ll see you soon!” he said as his father picked him up and carried him off to their carriage. You waved frantically as they faded from view, and from his spot hanging upside down off of his father’s shoulder, Eren did the same, his lopsided grin visible until the moment he disappeared from your sight.

“Seems like you and the Jaeger boy have become friends,” your mother said as you gathered your dolls and flounced inside the house.

“Eren?” you checked.

“That’s right. Do you like him?” your father said, ruffling your hair affectionately. Merry, who had returned from wherever Eren had chased him off to, wagged his tail at you, probably hoping that you had some scraps of food to share. You showed him your empty hands, and he sniffed them before sighing and leaving again.

“Yeah, Eren’s really nice! He’s so smart, he knows these really super big huge words like mature and toast, but not breakfast toast, fancy party toast. I can’t wait until I’m three so I can be like him!” you said.

“Well, you only have to wait a few more months, and then you’ll both be three! And you’ll have a little baby brother, too,” your mother said, rubbing her belly idly. You peered at her stomach.

“Is my baby brother in there?” you said. She nodded.

“He is,” she said gently. You furrowed your brow.

“Hi, baby brother! How are you doing? BABY BROTHER!” you shouted when he didn’t answer. You had the feeling you weren’t going to like this ‘baby brother’ of yours. He was rather rude.

“He’s too little, Y/N. He can’t hear you yet,” your father said, stopping you from banging on your mother’s stomach to get your baby brother’s attention. You froze and gazed up at him.

“Should I be louder?” you said. Your father laughed and shook his head.

“No, I don’t think that’ll help. You have to be gentle and talk quietly to him. You’re his older sister, so you have to take care of him. Does that make sense?” he said. Older. You were older than your baby brother, just like Eren was older than you. That meant you were smarter and knew better than him, forever and ever. Okay, maybe this whole baby brother concept wouldn’t be too bad.

“Do you think he’ll play dolls with me and Eren?” you said. Having a third person meant you could have even more complicated stories. If your baby brother played, you and Eren might even finally be able to act out your ‘three little pigs’ storyline. You had done your best, but it was really hard for Eren to be both the big bad wolf and all three pigs.

“Not for a little bit, but maybe eventually. You’ll have to ask him,” your mother said, sitting down laboriously. Your father placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as she let out a deep sigh.

“Does he have a name yet?” you said.

“We aren’t really sure yet. What are your thoughts?” your father said. You sat on the floor to think about this. Merry crawled into your lap and began licking your face. You pushed him away in disgust before giving in.

“Umm...dunno!” you said, realizing you really didn’t care what your baby brother was named. Merry continued to lick you.

“Oh, don’t let him do that. Merry, off,” your mother said, whistling sharply. Merry got off of you and obediently joined your mother on the couch, thankfully leaving you alone.

“Let’s get you in the bath. You’re covered in mud and dog spit,” your father said, a smile on his face showing that he was not at all angry. You did not whine much, trudging up the stairs to the bathroom to get washed up.

Once you were clean and tucked into bed, Merry rejoined you, curling up at the foot of your bed as was his custom.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” your father whispered, blowing out the candle and closing the door after him. You did not respond, already fast asleep.

The entire rest of the week, you did your best to help your parents with the chores around the house, doing whatever you could to ensure that you would be able to go to Eren’s birthday party. Finally, it was the day of the celebration, but instead of being excited, you were horrified. You had no idea what to get the boy as a present.

“I’m sure he won’t even notice that you didn’t get him anything,” your mother consoled you as you bawled into Merry’s fur about your lack of a gift for your friend.

“B-but it’s his birthday! I have to get him something!” you wailed. Your father wordlessly handed you a tissue, and you noisily blew your nose before handing the paper back to him.

“Don’t worry too much. You and Eren are friends, right? He’ll like whatever you give him, don’t worry,” he said.

Your father had a point, actually. Eren seemed pretty happy-go-lucky. Maybe you shouldn’t focus so much on getting him something that you weren’t sure he’d like and instead give him something of your own that you already liked. That way he would be certain to like it.

Yes, this was a course of action that you were perfectly pleased to follow. Abruptly stopping your tantrum, you shot upstairs, digging through your closet until you could find something of yours he might like.

You didn’t think he would like any of your dresses or skirts, and you doubted they would fit him anyways. Your shoes wouldn’t go on his feet, either, so all of your clothes were out. What, then? What did you own that Eren might want to keep as a present?

Your dolls! You frowned, for you didn’t want to part with them, but it would make your friend happy. They were the perfect gift! You gathered them into a bag and, with one final, sad look at them, closed it and rejoined your parents in the living room.

“What have you got there?” your mother said.

“My dolls! They’re going to be Eren’s birthday present,” you explained.

“All of them?” your father checked. You nodded slowly.

“Yup! He’s three years old, papa, that’s really big! He needs a big present. I think he will let me keep playing with them anyways, so it’s okay,” you said with a shrug. Your parents exchanged amused looks before smiling at each other, a secret smile that meant they were hiding something from you.

“If you’re sure, dear. You had best be off now, or you’ll be late,” your mother said, straightening your navy skirt for you so you looked nice for your visit to the Jaegers’. You beamed at her.

“Thanks! See you soon, mamma!” you said, waving at her as you and your father began to walk down the cobblestone road. You and Eren lived fairly close to each other, it seemed; his house was only a ten minute walk from your own. You skipped ahead the whole way. It was a beautiful day to have a birthday, with the sun shining and a soft breeze threading its fingers through your hair.

“Ay, lassie, now where are you off to?” a Garrison officer you recognized to be Mr. Hannes said jovially when you passed by him.

“It’s Eren’s birthday party! He’s three now, can you believe it?” you said.

“Is that so? Tell the little bugger I said happy birthday, then, won’t you?” Mr. Hannes said.

“Sure, Mr. Hannes! Did y’know I’m going to be three in a few months and then I’ll have a baby brother?” you said. Mr. Hannes put his cup down and squatted so that your faces were level and you could have a proper conversation.

“Little Y/N’s going to be a big sister? This I’ve gotta see!” he said.

“That’s right! I’m going to be older and smarter than your baby brother, just like Eren is older and smarter than me,” you said seriously. Mr. Hannes let out a booming laugh.

“Ah, lassie, I’d wager you’re quite a bit smarter than that crazy boy,” he said.

“But Eren knows so many big words,” you said, unsure of how it was even possible for you to be smarter than your slightly older friend.

“Yeah? He sure has big opinions, I’ll give him that. I swear, everything about that kid is too big for these walls. If one thing’s for certain, it’s that he’s going to change things around here, mark my words. Now, will it be for the better? Well, I just don’t know,” Mr. Hannes said, shaking his head.

“Huh?” you said.

“By the Walls, Hannes, what have you been putting in your drinks? They’re making you all philosophical! Let poor little Y/N go to her party,” a Garrison captain named Mr. Orion said.

“Right! Have fun, lassie!” Mr. Hannes said, patting you on the head affectionately. Your mind was already racing with thoughts of Eren’s birthday celebration and the promised chocolate cake, so you did not pay much attention to the two men, leaving them behind without pause.

“Are you going to knock?” your father said as you stood, petrified, in front of the Jaeger house’s door. What if Eren didn’t want to see you? What if it wasn’t actually his birthday? What if it was his birthday, but he had forgotten? There were so many ways this could go wrong that you were beginning to regret coming.

Thankfully, it seemed that somebody had heard your approach, as the door was opened by a woman with long dark hair in a loose ponytail and warm, light brown eyes. She seemed surprised to see you standing in your nicest clothes, your hair tied back with a white ribbon and a bag in your tiny hands.

“Hello, darling. Is something the matter?” she said, her soft and lovely voice soothing. You blushed lightly.

“Isn’t today Eren’s birthday party?” you said shyly. Her face cleared, and she nodded.

“Oh, yes, it is, but you’re the only one that’s come. I’m afraid Eren’s in his room, a little bit upset. You can go talk to him if you want,” she said, waving at your father, who had begun to make his way back home with a promise to come get you after dinner.

“Which room is his?” you said, looking around at all of the doors, not wanting to walk in on something you shouldn’t see.

“That one, all the way at the end of the hallway. Tell me if he’s being rude, okay? Being upset isn’t a free pass to be a jerk,” Mrs. Jaeger said.

“Okay, Mrs. Jaeger, but Eren is really nice! He won’t be rude!” you said confidently, trotting down the hall to knock on the door.

“Go away,” a muffled grumble came through the thick wood. Well, never mind. You used your free hand to knock again.

“I said go away, mom! I don’t want to talk about it!” he shouted.

“Your mom said you’re not allowed to be mean to me!” you shouted back. There was a thump, and then the door opened, revealing a sullen looking Eren.

“I thought you were my mom,” he muttered.

“But I’m not your mom. I’m Y/N,” you said.

“Yeah, obviously. What are you doing here?” he said. You presented him with the bag of dolls.

“It’s your birthday! Happy birthday!” you said. He looked in the bag before scoffing.

“Dolls? Really?” he said, tossing the bag haphazardly backwards. You felt tears well up in your eyes. How could he have treated your beloved dolls so carelessly?

“They were my favorites. I thought you would like them,” you sniffed. Eren seemed alarmed at your sudden crying fit, and he darted back into his room, neatly organizing the dolls at record speed.

“Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry, I really really like them!” he assured you. Your tears instantly dried as you gave him a wavering smile.

“Really?” you said.

“Uh-huh. They’re really cool, but now you won’t have any,” he said.

“Oh. I guess not,” you said. Eren crossed his arms and scowled as he attempted to puzzle out a solution to the now-evident problem. Finally, he smiled as he arrived upon the answer.

“I’ll let you borrow them! That way you can still use them!” he said. You gasped. Eren was, without a doubt, a genius.

“Thank you so much! But why were you angry earlier?” you said, remembering his angry mood when he had opened the door. Eren frowned, a storm cloud settling on his features again.

“Nobody came to my party,” he said.

“I came,” you said.

“Oh yeah,” he said. You both were silent for a second, digesting this latest development. You were here. He was here. It might not have been what he had had in mind, but it was enough.

Leaning over to grab a piece of your hair, Eren pulled on it to get your attention. “Let’s go ask my mom for cake. I’ll bet she’ll give us the entire thing if we ask really nicely.”

“Is it chocolate?” you said.

“Think so. It smelled like chocolate in the house earlier, anyways, so I hope it is,” Eren said as the two of you joined his mother in the kitchen, where she was fussing about some pots and pans. Noticing you, she smiled.

“Hey, you guys! I see you got Eren to leave his room, Y/N. Thank you for that. Now, I heard you were promised cake,” Mrs. Jaeger said. Eren began bouncing up and down in place, and you nodded.

“Yeah, Eren said it was chocolate,” you said.

“Is it? Is it is it is it? Mom! I gotta know!” Eren whined. You were only marginally more composed. In truth, you were as eager as he was to have cake, but you were well aware of the fact that you were a guest in the Jaeger house; what’s more, this was your first visit there. It would not do for you to act spoiled and ruin your chances of being invited back.

“Yes, Eren, it is. Here you go. Make a wish!” she said, lighting the candles on top of the cake. Eren screwed his eyes shut before blowing out all of the candles in one breath.

“What did you wish for?” you said curiously.

“For us to always be friends and never be apart!” Eren declared.

“You’re not supposed to tell me! That ruins it!” you said, scandalized at the fact that he had fallen for it so easily. The worst part was that you wanted his wish to come true, too, but it couldn’t when he had said it out loud.

“Then why’d you ask?” he said, equally outraged.

“It seemed like the right thing to do!” you said.

“I’m sure you can make your wish come true even though you said it aloud,” Mrs. Jaeger intervened before you could continue to fight.

“I guess so. Okay, Eren, pinky swear that we’ll be friends forever?” you said, reaching your arm over the cake to interlock your pinky fingers.

“Yeah, okay, pinky swear,” he said as you shook your hands up and down to seal the deal.

“You guys got covered in icing!” Mrs. Jaeger cried out in dismay. You and Eren looked down at the now-ruined cake sheepishly.

“Sorry, mom,” he said.

“I’m really sorry,” you said.

“I’m sorrier!” Eren said.

“I’m the sorriest!” you shot back.

“Well I’m — I'm — I don’t know! More sorry than you!” he said.

“I’m the most sorry in the entire world!” you said.

“I’m the most sorry in the entire universe, times infinity!” he said. This made you stop.

“Wait, Eren, what’s infinity?” you said. Mrs. Jaeger had given up on admonishing you, taking a rag and wiping down your arms and attempting to salvage the cake.

“The biggest number ever!” he said, accepting a slightly squashed piece of cake from his mother gratefully. You did the same, keeping your eyes on Eren, fascinated with this new concept of infinity.

“Like bigger than one hundred?” you said. He nodded.

“Yeah, bigger than a hundred.”

“Bigger than a thousand?”

“Mhm, yeah.”

“Bigger than a million?”

“Yes!”

“What? That’s impossible!” you said. Eren frowned at you.

“Ask my mom. Mom, isn’t infinity the biggest number ever, even more than a million?” he said. Mrs. Jaeger hummed noncommittally.

“Yes, dear, it is. Now eat your cake,” she said, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek, “I can’t believe you’re three! My little baby’s growing up so much.”

“Soon I’ll be a grown up and I’ll live in a house far away, all by myself. Well, Y/N, you can come too because you came to my party and gave me your dolls,” he said magnanimously.

“Okay!” you agreed, trying to lick the icing off of your nose but failing miserably. Giving Mrs. Jaeger a doleful stare, you reached for the napkin she held in her hand. She laughed and cleaned your face for you.

“There you go. Was the cake good?” she said.

“It was the best. Will you make it for my birthday?” you said.

“If you want. Are you guys done?” she said, collecting your dirty dishes and putting them in the sink. You and Eren exchanged glances before nodding determinedly.

“Let’s go to my room and play!” Eren said, grabbing your hand and pulling you after him. You stumbled but followed as he slammed the door behind you, sitting criss-cross on the floor and giving you an expectant look. You sat across from him, cocking your head.

“What do you wanna do?” you said.

“Dunno. What do you wanna do?” he said. You shrugged.

“It’s your birthday, so you get to pick,” you said.

“Let’s play kickball,” he said.

“In your room?” you said, looking around in alarm. What if you knocked something over and it broke? Then you’d be in trouble. Eren clicked his tongue in irritation.

“No, silly Y/N, outside. But the ball is in my room so that nobody steals it, so we have to bring it outside,” he said, reaching up and grabbing a ball from his shelf and handing it to you. You looked it over before deeming it worthy to play with.

When you got outside, you were faced with two problems. One, there was not a field large enough to play a proper game of kickball nearby. Two, even if there was, you did not have enough people to make teams.

“Now what?” Eren groaned.

“We can just pass the ball back and forth,” you offered, kicking it towards him. He trapped it with his foot and kicked it forwards a few steps. You ran to catch up with him and accept his pass.

“Don’t you find this boring?” Eren said a few minutes later. You shook your head.

“No, not really. Why, are you bored?” you said.

“Maybe a little bit. How aren’t you? We’re just doing the same thing over and over, like animals or something,” he scoffed.

“I don’t mind. I like spending time with you! Even if it’s not particularly exciting sometimes. You’re really exciting all on your own,” you said. Eren kicked the ball at you particularly hard, and it far overshot you, hitting a different kid about your age straight in the back of the head. When he turned, you recognized him to be the son of one of your neighbors, Oskar Zimmerman.

“Hey, Oskar! Can you give us our ball back?” you said. He looked surprised to see you standing with Eren.

“Y/N?” he called. You gave him a thumbs up.

“Yeah, it’s me! Our mothers sometimes have tea together, remember? Now can you pass us our ball or not?” you said.

“This ball? Like the one that hit me in the head?” he said.

“I guess so? Sorry about that,” you said. He looked conflicted before tossing it gently towards you.

“There you go. See you around, Y/N and, uh...what’s your name again?” he said to Eren.

“This is —” you began to introduce Eren, who scoffed and yanked you away by the arm, leaving poor Oskar confused.

“Forget about it,” he muttered.

“You aren’t going to make more friends by not meeting people, you know,” you said, holding the ball under your arm and marching behind Eren.

“I don’t want to be friends with Oskar. He’s a stupid meanie,” he said.

“Eren! Those are bad words!” you reproached. You had been told to never use words like ‘stupid’ or ‘mean’ when talking about people. It wasn’t nice.

“I don’t care. It’s true,” he said. You were torn. After all, Oskar had never been anything but nice to you, yet at the same time, Eren was your friend.

“Wait. Eren, are we friends?” you said, realizing it had never been made official. All thoughts of Oskar were forgotten as you were preoccupied with this bigger problem.

“Yeah, ’course we are,” he said as you placed the ball back on the ground and began to idly dribble it back and forth. Eren smiled cheekily and stole the ball from you.

“...best friends?” you said. You had never had a best friend before, but if anybody deserved the designation, it was Eren. He did not even have to think about it.

“Best friends, times infinity!” he said, offering you the ball again. You accepted it with a firm nod.

“Good. You won’t, like, forget about me, right? When you’re older than me?” you said.

“Duh, I’m already older than you, and I haven’t forgotten about you yet, have I?”

“Oh, yeah. Wanna go play with our dolls?”

“Sure. I’ll race you back home.”

“Hey! You have to wait and say start if you’re going to race, cheater!” you shouted as he ran away, snickering.

Being around Eren was like staring at the sun. Everything about him, his presence and personality and the way he smiled, was burned into your retinas, so that when you closed your eyes, all you could see was him. He was blinding and bright, and yet for all his radiance, he never made you seem any dimmer. His warmth only illuminated you further, his golden glow bringing out the pink in your cheeks and the subtle hues in your irises.

Your birthday came and went. You were three now, the same as Eren. He had not been able to come to your party, disappointing both of you immensely. Oskar had been there, as well as a little blond boy named Armin whose grandfather worked with your father. Armin didn’t like you, or at least you didn’t think he did. He kept to himself, flinching whenever someone came near, so you and the other children left him mostly alone, besides the five minutes you spoke to him to give him some cake.

It had only been a week since you had turned three when your mother went into labor. It was late at night, and you were supposed to be asleep, but your father was running around the house frantically, and the doctor was there, his even tone doing nothing to calm anybody. So you sat in your dark room on your bed, hugging your knees to your chest, wishing it would all be over soon.

The door opened a crack, a beam of brilliant light shining, revealing the doctor’s son standing there, his jade eyes shimmering with childish wisdom.

“What’s going on, Eren?” you said quietly, for if anybody knew what was happening, it was him. He crept into your room and sat beside you on your bed, staring out the window at the moon.

“Your baby brother is being born,” he said.

“Is it cool?” you said. He wrinkled his nose.

“Nah, it’s pretty gross,” he said.

“Yucky,” you said.

“Super yucky,” he affirmed, “The moon is really pretty though.”

“I like the sun more,” you said.

“But it’s so hot. The moon is better,” he said.

“I guess you’re right, but I still like the sun more. That’s okay though! We can still be best friends, right?” you said. Eren laughed.

“Yeah, we can. Oh, hey, I made you something. For your birthday. Since I missed it,” he said, fishing around in his pocket before pulling something out and handing it to you. It was a tiny origami puppy, with a face drawn clumsily on it in black marker. You accepted it gingerly and placed it on your nightstand, taking care not to damage it in any way. Then you turned back and hugged him tightly.

“It’s so cute! It looks like Merry!” you said. Eren delightedly hugged you back.

“That’s what I was basing it off of!” he said.

“It’s so good! I love it! Thank you! I’m glad we’re best friends,” you said. You were interrupted by a scream from downstairs, and you gave Eren a wide eyed look. He seemed unaffected.

“It’s okay. Giving birth is really painful. Your mom’s fine,” he assured you, allowing you to find refuge in his embrace.

“Are you sure?” you said.

“Yup. My dad’s a really good doctor. She’ll be okay, and then you’ll have a baby brother...and then I won’t have to come visit you anymore,” he said, his tone dropping when he realized that once your mother wasn’t pregnant, his father wouldn’t have an excuse to come to your house, thereby ending your friendship.

“Yes you will! You promised to let me borrow your dolls to play, so we have to still visit each other all of the time. You can meet my baby brother, too!” you said.

“That’s true,” he said with a yawn. You mirrored his actions, and he immediately stopped to glare at you.

“Stop copying me!” he whined.

“I’m not!” you said.

“You are! I yawned and then you yawned! You’re copying!” he said.

“’M just tired!” you said, yawning again.

“Then go to sleep,” he said.

“You can sleep with me! Like a sleepover!” you said, taken with your own brilliance and immediately burrowing under your covers.

“I guess dad will take a while...so sure! Okay, goodnight!” he said, diving in next to you and pulling the blankets up over your shoulders.

Your mother’s cries of pain continued through the night until your brother was finally, blessedly brought into this world, though her shouts were quickly replaced with the baby’s wailing. Your parents and Dr. Jaeger were all exhausted as they began to take care of the small child, but upstairs, you and Eren slept soundly. Eren was far too used to his father’s line of work to even care, and you were convinced that your best friend, in all of his seemingly omnipotent glory, would somehow ensure that your mother and baby brother would be okay.

They were both fine. Eren had been right. Well, of course he had been right. He was older and smarter than you. You could trust him. You did trust him.

You shouldn’t have trusted him, but that was something you would not find out for many years to come.

[munsons-maiden]

hya lovely maiden!

since you mentioned you read flight of icarus and since you always know eddie so well maybe you can soothe my anxiety a teeny bit?

i fear that eddie is a fuckboy and not a romantic ("not looking to be anyone's boyfriend", the way he likes paige first because of her job and that he jokes about being her roommate that she sleeps with) and it really hurts :(

Hi love! No worries, I got you!🖤

So, Eddie is absolutely not a fuckboy, to begin with; but I'm gonna do a deep-dive into that in a second.

Bear in mind that FOI is the story of how Eddie became the Eddie we got to know and fell in love with in season 4 (it's even marketed as that!) so of course there needed to be room for character growth in FOI - he needed to become that version of himself we see on screen first. FOI Eddie is not yet our Eddie.

Long meta under the cut, including FOI spoilers:

The author's done a solid job painting a picture of exactly the surroundings and situation Eddie finds himself in, and it's a heartbreaking one:

Family: His mom is dead, his dad is severely neglecting him (leaving him with nothing but peanut butter for several days when he's a kid etc. so Wayne jumps in and restocks the fridge and always makes sure Eddie's being cared for). And whenever Al Munson - someone in whose shadow Eddie has grown up; his dad is charming and Eddie feels like he's simultaneously in his dad's shadow AND needs to vie for his love and attention. According to Eddie, everyone loves charming Al Munson and hates him, and the latter part is absolutely true which leads to:

His surroundings. Principal Higgins calls Eddie a rotten apple, and actively wants to force him to drop out of school. Eddie and the rest of Hellfire get bullied - and beaten - by the basketballers on a regular basis. The thing he loves so, so much - D&D - is likened to satanism and frowned upon. Eddie wants to get out of Hawkins and it's absolutely understandable why because this town is Hell for him.

So, now we got that summarized, let's have a look at Eddie's relationship with Wayne, which reminds me of those heartbreaking videos of severely neglected stray cats get pet for the first time in their life. They don't recognize the gentle touch as affection because they've never experienced it before, or they do but don't know how to handle it because they aren't used to it so they get aggressive, they hiss and try to bite. That's Eddie, and the reason for it is self-explanatory: his dad has neglected him, severely so. We'll get back to that in a minute.

Eddie's internal monologue. On one hand, Eddie always thinks that everything good that happens to him is going to burst like a bubble eventually and he sadly is correct. Take the meeting with Paige's parents for example: everything's going well, they really like him, until the subject of "that satanistic D&D club" comes up and they make it clear they think about D&D what the rest of Hawkins; that it's bad stuff. And once again, Eddie's true self wouldn't be welcomed with open arms, only the version of himself he's created to impress Paige's parents (for her, by they way!). On the other hand, has internalised the rotten apple bullshit Higgins and the rest of Hawkins keeps telling him. When confronted with Paige's parents' disdain for D&D, while Paige tries to rectify her parents' opinion on the game, Eddie tells them he "would never want anything to do with that stuff". He's hiding and denying a HUGE part of himself to be accepted and liked, and it feels horrible. And later, when he tells Wayne he's leaving for California to be "better than that" Wayne calls him out on it, connecting the dots that what Eddie means is that he wants to be better than what and who he is now, and it hurts Wayne that Eddie thinks so horribly lowly of himself. Which in return makes Eddie angry because he's hurting, he's the stray cat not yet knowing that receiving affection is a good thing. (It adds to teh explosive mix that despite Al's scheming and narcissism, Eddie still believes - or wants to believe - that Al can be a real dad, they they can be "like a real family". He's not ready to face the fact that the one and only person Al loves in teh world is Al, and - as is very typical in these cases - it's easier to shoot the messenger (in this case, get mad at Wayne for telling the truth) than facing that painful truth. He's getting there by the end of the book, which is a MAJOR step in his character arc, and Wayne is helping him with it. We see the contrast: When Wayne stocks the fridge with vegetables, something nobody has ever done for Eddie, Eddie doesn't react with aggression any longer but the veggies still rot in teh fridge because he doesn't know how to handle that display of affection. It's something he only started accepting and now learning how to do.)

Eddie is hurting, and his - understandably - greatest wish is not only to leave Hawkins behind but prove everyone wrong about him, prove everyone and himself that he can be someone to look up to.

And Paige is the one holding the key to that future.

Eddie genuinely likes her - he swoons, he opens up to her about his mother's death, he agrees to meet her parents to make her happy, he thinks about how he memorizes the feeling of kissing her etc. He isn't - and never has been! - a fuckboy. A fuckboy is someone who uses women to boost his own ego, and that's absolutely not what's going on here.

The two girls he hooked up with pre-FOI were only trying to get with him to brag to their friends afterwards about how it is being with the Freak, which must be a truly hurtful thing to be aware of. Eddie's not using them; they are using him and he lets them in a very relatable "so what, I didn't want to be their boyfriend anyways so may as well get something out of it" way. It's a defense mechanism, and a way to gloss over the fact that it hurts to be treated like that. He's the town pariah, and he knows it, and his coping mechanism is spite.

Now back to Paige. I've seen lots of complaints how Eddie never seems to think about her when he's not with her, how he never mentions her in his dreams of moving to California, but we DO know he likes her, he cares about her, and he likes to be with her; that's evident. And I understand why his priority, the one thing that makes everything else fade into the background, is to get away from the place where he's nothing but a Freak, a victim of bullying from his peers AND the adults alike, where people despise him. But he never, not once, manipulated or used Paige. He asks her for help right at the start, but he was smitten with her even before he knew she was working for a record label. Crushing on her and wanting her help to be free of the painful existence he's forced to lead in Hawkins are very well able to co-exist, and they do. It's Paige initiating every next step between them, but - again - Eddie truly likes her. It's not a burning romance but he's got so much on his plate that I understand why he needs to get out of Hawkins first. Plus, remember that Eddie believes everything good that happens to him will eventually turn to dust, that "his rot is spreading to everyone around him" (that's teh actual book quote). When Paige asks him to move in and he asks "as...?" and she says "A roommate" and he clarifies "A roommate that you sleep with" it's banter, they're both timid and dancing around the label of their relationship. He actually leaves it to her to put a label on what's going on, and she doesn't and neither does he, but when she asks him to meet her parents he agrees and shows up with chocolate and flowers, trying his best to impress them for her. He's not someone who absolutely despises the thought of being in a relationship as log as he's with the right person; it's just not a possibility he's been presented with or deemed possible enough to actually think about, which is relatable. The odds aren't exactly in Eddie's favour (and have never been before, either). It's exactly the arc most romcom male MC's start with. Also: Eddie has been dealt the worst cards so far, has been hurt so many times in his young life - including by the one person who should have loved and protected him - it truly would be understandable if he lashed out, if he'd started mnipulating and using people and hurting them the way he's hurting, but he DOESN'T. Not even at his lowest. When he does lash out - at Wayne, and in the end at Paige - it's in misguided self-defence. He thinks Paige sees him just liek everyone else in Hawkins sees him, he's agonized by it, so he lashes out first before she can deal the final blow without knowing that it wasn't her intent to deal any blows but help him. As soon as he realizes it, he tries calling her to apologize, tries it for days until he figures she doesn't want anything to do with him any longer and his stalking is getting creepy so he accepts her boundaries and gives her space. He's been calling her on repeat, and she's made it clear she doesn't want to talk to him.

As a final point - Joe Q and the Duffers already confirmed long ago that Eddie had a crush on Chrissy and they'd have become a couple, which officially proves that he was absolutely willing to be the boyfriend of the right person.

It's not a happy book, and it's not yet our Eddie, but there's nothing wrong with the younger version of Eddie, either 🖤

(I hope I was able to help and I hope it was coherent enough because I just gone done with a six-hours-statistics-studying-session that's melting my brain like fuel rods in a nuclear reactor 😅)

Also tagging @eddiemunsonsmum because we talked about the book a while ago and I've been meaning to share my thoughts on it with her and I'm so sorry it took me so long to do that and @songforeddiemunson because I'd love to hear Liv's thoughts about it too 🖤

[evietales]

Let's talk about Chrissy and her relationship with her dad. We always talk about things with her mom, but what does she feel about her dad? Who is he to her beyond a father? Does he care? Does SHE care? Tell us about them.

oooooh , this is such a good one ! my headcanon of laura cunningham is that she has a bit of a spending problem , an attempt to keep up the latest trends in sears catalogs. so it puts a lot of pressure to philip to pick up extra hours at his job. i headcanon that philip works a 9-5 office job , but i'm not sure what exactly. probably insurance, yeah i think that sounds right ? philip and laura met in high school , he came from the cunningham family which they weren't exactly super well off but pretty known in hawkins as a generational thing ( i don't know if im making sense ) ? and then you have laura , who was a pastor's daughter and from a decently affluent family. i don't know if it was necessarily ever love from laura's part , with philip being on the football team and her being considered " popular " herself ? for philip , i think he did genuinely love laura , at least at first. but they married pretty young , basically right out of high school and things weren't always as good as they seemed? laura put a lot of pressure on him for the perfect american dream , and it was a lot of pressure for him to live up to. i don't think chrissy was necessarily planned? but she worked for a little while as a " band-aid " to fix their marriage. and i think for a little while , it did help. at least until laura began not only putting pressure on philip , but chrissy as well. growing up, philip was chrissy's world ! she viewed him as an amazing father , who worked all the time to provide the life that she had. because despite her mother , chrissy does recognize her life was privileged. but i think a lot of her view changed as she grew up and began to see philip for what he was. a lot of his " late hours " ? spent more often with his secretary than his family. he was quiet , ignored / overlooked the abuse that laura cunningham inflicted on their daughter. he never spoke up about it , never protected chrissy from her. he was more content with pretending his home life was fine. if he wasn't working " late hours " , philip was often just found in his recliner in the living room , with a drink in hand. it's where he would pass out. it wouldn't be out of the norm for chrissy to have to wake him up in the morning , to remind him to get ready for work if her mother hadn't already with her shrill screaming. there is clearly no love between philip and laura cunningham , though from an outsiders view it might seem that they're the happiest couple in hawkins ! i think he does love his children , in a weird arms length away type of love. but philip is so miserable in his life , he sees his children as part of the issue ? it's never the life he wanted , at least looking back at things. he was forced to settle down , he was forced into this role because of laura and it's made him miserable. if he didn't have to worry about taking care of them or breaking up their home , he could live the life he wanted. so in a way, he might view chrissy as something of a burden , even if he would never admit it ? so , there is love for his children , but there's also disdain for them as well. it should be more pointed at his wife , but it would be so easy to leave her if it wasn't for the children.

chrissy's views on philip are complicated to say the least. she loves her dad , but knows her dad is an active participant in her abuse. even if her abuse comes from her mother , her father does nothing to stop it. he is either never home to do so , or simply is too far in his drink / pretends it doesn't happen. he'll always be her father , so there will always be that connection there. and i think part of her will always search for the dad she remembers as a younger child, the man who hung the moon and stars ? but she knows now that she's older and sees him for who he really is, that man doesn't exist? veering a little off topic , and more so to our portrayals / headcanons : but i think the more she learns about uncle wayne , the more she realizes what a real father should be like ? the way she sees the care he has for eddie , it makes her long for those days of when she was younger and her father would never miss a ballet recital? it's why he starts to mean so much to her as a father figure.

[faofinn]

No. 26 "Sometimes I get so tired, I don't even know myself."

Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | "You look awful."

Exam season was well and truly kicking Jess' arse.

On top of studying for what felt like eternity, Jess was also seven months pregnant, trying desperately to get things prepared for the baby, and trying to find a way to keep Fred's men from permanently ending up in prison. It was a lot, she knew it was, but she'd never been one to shy away from a challenge.

She stood from the toilet, groaning as everything spun sickeningly, the ringing all too loud in her ears. She gripped the counter hard, taking a few deep breaths to let everything settle. She'd just stood up too fast. Had probably gotten a bit dehydrated from the vomiting and lack of eating thanks to the pregnancy cravings, that was all.

After washing her hands, she headed back out, padding to Fred's library. She'd all but moved in there, much to Finn's disdain. Though, after a few days of complaining, he'd ended up joining her, a mix of worry and boredom keeping him by her side. While she read, laid on her back with her head in his lap, he tried mentally planning for the baby, but nine times out of ten, he only ended up more stressed, choosing instead to study her face, a smile on his own.

"You've got a stupid grin on your face. What're you thinking about?" Jess dropped the book, looking up at him.

Finn had the decency to look sheepish. "Nothing. You. The baby."

"God, you're a sap."

"Yeah, I know." He leaned down to kiss her on the nose. "But you wouldn't change me."

She hummed. "Oh, if I had the chance…"

"Jess! That's mean."

She laughed, pushing herself upright. "I know."

"You're meant to be nice to me!"

"Actually, it's the other way around. You're supposed to be nice to me."

"I'll be nice to the baby."

"I'm carrying the baby, you have to be nice to me too!"

Finn stole a kiss from her cheek. "Want something to eat?"

"What are you offering?"

"Whatever dad can make." He admitted with a laugh. "Or a takeaway."

"Ooh, I could do a takeaway."

"Yeah? Why don’t you pick something? I'll go see if anyone else wants anything." 

Finn headed off to find the others, though had barely been gone a minute before he rushed back. "I'm gonna have to go out with Dad and Fao. Mum's gonna be here, and Tai's next door, but Hars is coming with. I'm sorry, we can get one when I get back?"

Jess smiled sadly. "Of course. Just be careful, okay?"

He hugged her close. "I'm always careful. Love you."

"Love you." Jess echoed, watching him go. 

Alone again, Jess returned to the books, grabbing a few more and setting up at the desk. She might as well make use of the time. Midnight came and went, but there was no sign of the boys. Sheila had made tea for the pair of them, and Jess had long been in bed, but she couldn't sleep. Despite the exhaustion that had crept into her bones, she'd barely had half of a good night's sleep in a week. She tossed and turned, struggling to find a comfortable position. The baby kept kicking whenever she almost found a moment's peace, immediately waking her from the slight doze she'd managed.

After several hours, when the sun had started to peak over the horizon, she gave in. The library had become her second home over the previous few weeks, so of course that's where she headed. She made herself a cup of tea as she gathered the books, glad Fred hadn't skimped on home comforts. 

Biscuits picked up too, she curled on the sofa and started her note-taking once more.

"Jess? Jess." 

She startled awake, immediately on edge. A blush covered her cheeks as she focused on Finn, reaching to wrap her arms around him. "You're home."

"Of course I am." He pressed a kiss to her hair. "Have you been here all night?"

She shook her head, stretching out with a wince. "No, I went to bed."

"Did you get any sleep? You look exhausted."

"Gee, thanks Finn." She shot back.

"I could have said you look awful." 

She slapped him good naturedly. "Finn!"

"I said I could have!" He protested, but quickly softened. "You do look exhausted though. Did you get any rest?"

"Maybe? I must have, I came down here earlier, you woke me up." 

"You didn't look comfortable in the slightest." He admitted. "I was worried about you. I am worried about you."

[system-architect]

Inquest rattos ask!

Plex~ #4 and #6 Kai~ #3 and #9

answered 4 for plex in the one i just posted !! :D

What would they be doing if they had never joined?

TOUGH QUESTION.. but frankly i think.... plex would basically just be doing the same thing he is now, except not in the inquest lmao. he'd just find some other sort of krewe that needed tech support so he could have a job. even though the inquest has definitely been.. uh.. harrowing for him, i think he'd actually be a bit More depressed than he is now, if only because being in the inquest correlates with him having a Personal Goal to work on (tracking down his dad..) and he's also met-- for better or worse-- interesting people in it who have given his life some excitement.

plex has a great inner need to track down his father and some of the huge personal mysteries that overshadow his life, and that motivation is Why he joined the inquest to begin with, so even though he's a "worse person" for having joined it, imagining a universe where he doesn't have that inner drive to begin with is kind of rough. he'd stagnate and just be a permanently anhedonic min wage guy forever i think (as opposed to a permanently anxious min wage guy!)

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How and why did they join in the first place?

ahaha. oh man. kai is a massive idiot who got into a staggering amount of gambling debt to the very, very shady owner of a rata suman casino, and simultaneously pissed off his father who refused to bail him out, and so despite being reared as a spoiled little nepo baby who almost had it good in the consortium, he got hardcore kicked out and forced to learn the cost of milk. he happens to not be good at thinking but VERY good at punching, and the inquest is ALWAYS hiring + close to where he lives, sooooo

Current Inquest agents: Their least favorite aspect of their job.

well. technically it's having to work with other people who Aren't fellow enforcers-- his feelings about this vary heavily depending on what lab he's been assigned to (he's been transferred a lot), but he has a general disdain for any inquest officer or scientist who's a bit too big for their britches and seems to have an overt need to be the biggest most serious importantest scary guy in the room. cannot stand that type. he'd like to be able to be in the background behind them making little :V :| :V motions with his hand whenever they talk, if only that doesn't risk getting bopped with a magitech stun baton.

on the Down Low, he does still have a shred of his humanity (asuranity?) left, and he does not generally Prefer when enforcer duties require doing things like restraining test subjects, particularly the asuran kind. he's become good at stuffing down his feelings, and he'll do it, but he'd simply rather be off fighting beasties, intruders, or chasing around arcane eye agents like tom & jerry.

[arsenalgbt]

there’s so much to touch on in the new chapter but there are some small stuff that i didn’t get to mention in my comment!!

kai referred to dec as the dog’s dad… and though he was still a bit hot and cold with the dogs, dec is kinda growing to them and growing to the idea of being their dad (or being a dad in general!!!) question is, has kai always referred to dec (in relation to the dogs) that way, or has this changed over time?

also i NEED to know what the hospitalisation is about… it seems crucial to their relationship’s development!!!

also dec rarely ever talking or seeing kai’s family (leon especially) mirroring how kai is not close with leah either!! it would be interesting to see dec meeting leon irl later and how that might pan out hmmm

and lastly, and i’ve been thinking about this since reading the chapter… is dec a pecs (tits) person… and might we see something with it as kai gets more plump when he gets more preggers……..

😭

best believe kai has always referred Declan as his dogs' other dad OK!!!!! despite Declan's obvious, apparent, gigantic indifference towards his kids 😭 they're both insane about eo imo!!

the hospitalisation, thanks to kt anon iktr I have the most logical painful reason why LMAO wait for it~

oh man... yeah I love writing kids, so Declan and Leon. imagine Leon expressing his blatant disdain at the one who's taking his kai awayyyyyyyyyyy

CRYING YEAH UR CORRECT. but! it's more like! Declan KNOWS kai never means it whenever he whimpers at him to stop playing with his sensitive nipples, remember, so. like! Declan loves making his husband feel good. he will become a tits person if he has to! as long as kai is happy ya feel me!!!!!! like I said they're both insane about eo 😭😭😭