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[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

Waking Up

TWs: muzzling, dehumanization, restraints. Finally got this done, have fun <3

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

Why do I feel like shit? I haven’t even opened my eyes and I have a headache, and that’s not fun. I hate it when there’s pain, cuz there shouldn’t be and it's just rude. It makes me wanna sleep forever and ever, and there’s no point for pain to be like that. It should stop, I just wanna sleep. My head hurts, and my wrists feel raw and my throat aches, and- wait. 

I open my eyes to see a grey ceiling, which isn’t nice because last I remember I was at the warehouse. I don’t wanna be back there, but Detective didn’t come back, and… Well, he would’ve but he was probably busy and didn't have time to deal with me, and he probably hates me and he’ll- No! He doesn’t hate me, it's fine, I'm fine, this is fine… I think. I look around, and the white walls of a hospital surround me. There’s weird straps on my wrists, and on my ankles. There’s one of those tall rolling things that hold the dripping baggies next to me, and it has something in it. I stare at it, but it doesn’t do anything so I look over to the left and there’s a table with bottles of what I think is medicine, but it doesn’t look like the ones in the movies, I don't think. I can’t read the labels, either, which isn’t fun. This isn’t fun, I don’t wanna be here anymore, actually. I tug my wrist, but the strap doesn’t budge at all and makes the raw feeling worse.

I hear footsteps coming from behind a door on the far side of the weird hospital place. It isn’t loud at all, though, which is weird cuz in the movies they’re really loud and everyone's yelling and machine thingies are beeping all the time, and that’s just really annoying. Probably a quiet hospital? Do quiet hospitals exist? Maybe Detective would know, but he might not answer me cuz I was too annoying last time. Oh, the footsteps stopped, and the door opened. A weird guy in a doctor trench coat walked in, holding a case thingie, like the Detective sometimes had. Is it a guy or a girl? I can’t tell, but they’re almost as tall as Detective. I think? I dunno, but Detective said he was like, six feet tall once and that’s tall. The weird doctor is also tall, so they haveta be the same height. 

The weird doctor walked over towards a curtain, which hides the beds. It does in the movies, at least, so it has to here as well. Movies don’t lie. Their hair flops everywhere, and it looks really curly and soft. It’s also a really pretty dark purple, which is so cool. He pulls the curtain back to look behind it, then scribbles in the case thingie. I wanna say something, but I can’t open my mouth. There’s a weird mask thingie keeping it closed, and it’s really tight. I huff angrily instead.

“Oh! Look who’s coherent again. That’s a good sign. Let’s get you all checked up, then we can get you down to the boss, mkay, runt?” He said, walking over and setting the case thingie on the table with everything else. 

He takes the little heart listener thing out and places it on my chest. He listens for a bit, then hums and grabs a notebook from out of his pocket and writing something down again. Then the weird doctor grabs a temperature gun and checks my temp, which is odd. The doctors in the movies never had a temp gun. I only recognize it cuz Ms. Secretary used one on me once, cuz I was really tired and slow. It was cool, but she made me take a horrible little shot and I hated it. I hope Weird Doctor doesn’t make me take that again.

“Your heart rate is pretty normal, which is good. Others are usually panicking by now, so theirs’ is a little high, but you’re real calm. I’ll take off the muzzle, but if you try to bite or scream I’ll stick it right back on, understood?” He said, staring at me as I nodded. He unstrapped it, and set it down to go grab a cup of water from somewhere. Is he magical? Where the heck did it come from?

“Drink slowly. I’m not cleaning you up if you puke.” Wow, rude.

“Ugh. Where am I? And who are you? Is this a quiet hospital? It looks like the normal ones from the movies but it isn’t loud, and there’s no one else around. Why did you muzzle me? And why am I strapped down? I’m not gonna do anything, I’m a good kid, promise. Most of the time. And how did you get your hair that purple? Wait, what’s your name? Mine’s Ghost, or Ghostie. Can I have some chocolate? I’ll be good!”

“Jesus, runt, you talk a lot. My name is Doctor Everly. You’re in my boss’s…um. Yeah, screw it, you’re in a quiet hospital. You can’t eat anything yet, but we’re going to take a fun little trip down to the boss now, yeah? I have to put the muzzle back on, though. Boss doesn’t like talkative little runts.” He said, waiting for me to nod before putting it back on. He didn’t even answer all of my questions!

He pulled the muzzle really tight again, and then started unstrapping me. Once my wrists were out he grabbed the supercuffs that were apparently hanging off the bed. Dang, I didn’t even see them. He cuffed my hands tight, then went down to the straps on my ankles. I sat up to watch him, and wiggled my toes, which were only covered by my little duckie socks. Weird, I thought I was wearing shoes before. Did I forget them again? But I remember putting them on? Unless that was another time. I’m gonna haveta find my shoes before Detective finds out, or he’ll lecture me again. Hopefully he won’t be too mad at me when I get back, I don’t want him to yell at me cuz that would be super scary if he yelled at me. Scarier than normal, and yelling is already really scary.

Doctor Everly finished unstrapping my ankles, and stepped back, pulling on my arm a bit. I moved my legs off the bed, and slid down until I reached the floor. It was cold. Maybe Weird Doctor would let me borrow some shoes? He pulled me in front of him, then started pushing me towards the same door he came in from. I wanted to run to it, but the floor was slippery and I didn’t wanna break anything so I walked fast instead. Mr Doctor Everly just stayed right behind me, and once we reached the door he took out a card and swiped it in a card thingie. Scanner, I think? There’s one for the hero office too, and Detective does the same thing to open the door. Weird Doctor pulls open the door, so I walk through it and the walls change from white to tan. It was weird, but there are paintings further down the large hallway we’re in. The paintings are weird, cuz they’re only made from different shades of red. Most of it is a really dark red, almost like blood.

Weird Doctor pushes me forward, so I stop staring at the paintings. We go left around a corner, and there’s some doors on both sides. They look really fancy, like the ones you see in mansions, which is cool. We pass by all of them, so I can’t explore which is really sad cuz this seems like it would be fun to wander around in. Maybe I can ask to explore later? We reach a door at the end of the hallway, and it said “Meetings” in big letters. This was the only one with letters on it, that's odd. Doctor Everly opens it, and there’s a really really big room inside. The ceiling is super high up, and it’s painted like a forest at my end, but changes to stars at the other. The walls are a mix of gold and blood red, which is pretty. The doctor that is Everly pushes me towards a large circle table in the center of the room, where three people are talking. They all stop and look towards us when Weird Doctor clears his throat. Wait, isn’t that Hunter?!

“Detective Gunner’s little runt woke up. He’s a little stupid, but pretty willing to talk.” Hey, I’m not stupid!

“I’m sure we can get him to talk no matter what. He’s the size of a small dog, the wind could wipe him off his feet.” Said the guy in tactical gear. Rude, I’m not that small!

The person across from him snorted, and shook her head. She just waved toward Hunter, who I wasn’t expecting to see at all. I shrunk down, trying to avoid being seen. I don’t think this is a quiet hospital anymore…

“Put it in the kennels. The detective’s little pet will have some information, and quite possibly be trainable. I will come to collect little boy blue later, after business has been completed.” Hunter said, barely glancing at me before looking back down at the tablet in front of him.

Doctor Everly pulled me over to the side, and around the table. He shoved me towards a door I didn’t see before, and I started walking as quickly as I could. I didn’t want to be around Hunter or the other ones at all. He yanked the door open, and led me down the much smaller hallway, before stopping me at a door on the right. It was metal, and a lot different from all the other fancy doors. I whined and tried to pull away but Doctor Everly just grabbed me by the collar I never noticed, and yanked me forward. I pushed back when he opened the door, but he just chuckled and dragged me into the room. It was literally full of kennels, like the ones at an animal shelter. There were some actual animals, but Doctor Everly kept walking and I didn’t get a good look at them. He pulled me towards an empty one, and fiddled with the latch. After a second he sighed and stepped back.

“Hey, Seren! Got another one, unlock the damn door!” Doctor Everly called out, staring towards the back. How long are these rooms? 

A woman came around a corner, looking at us before mouthing “oh” and pulling out a keychain. She unlocked the door, and Doctor Everly shoved me in before I could do anything. I tripped over my feet, landing on my elbows while the woman, Seren?, slammed the door shut. She locked it again, before turning to Doctor Everly while I shoved myself back into the corner. I wanna go home, this is getting really scary and I don’t like it.

“Pretty young for a mutt. Did Phoenix get another useless sidekick?” Seren asked, watching me. I glared at her, but she just smirked at me.

“No, actually. Detective Gunner had him all cuffed up in his little warehouse. The guy’s going insane, trying to find us. Runt must have pissed him off, though, cuz normally he’s real protective of the kid. According to Diadem, the detective made a deal with the local heroes at the Xertic agency. The lower ranked heroes and the interns babysit the runt while the detective solves cases. The runt is pretty stupid though, so you might want to be a little extra clear if he stays.”

“Damn, alright. I’ll dig around and see if I can find gear his size, but I might have to talk to the tech guys for gear his size. I can find something less painful for him in the back somewhere. Any favorites you know of?”

“He asked for chocolate right after waking up, so that might be a good treat. Hasn’t really reacted much to anything, so you’ll have to figure that out. Does seem pretty eager and full of energy, but again, he’s an idiot. How the detective puts up with him on a daily basis, I don’t know.” I tried to shove myself farther into the corner while Doctor Everly and Seren walked off, talking about training and gear. I really, really wanna go home, cuz this is really scary and, Detective isn’t here, so he can’t make them stop, or make them let me go, or anything. He’d- wait, would he help? He has to, right? That- I wanna go home! I curled into a ball, trying to blink back tears. I wanna go home, please!…

[xxzeez-grave-yardxx]

So update on dis, yeah neocities would be starting from scratch and I haveta learn html to do it but good news is html doesn't seem hard? I'mma keep updating this chain with what I learn.

I also wanted to link dis in case ya didn't know, if you go to blog settings here on tumblr n press enable custom theme you can mess with themes!

They're premade codes! Ya gotta be on desktop to do this but if ya go here you can browse around for one you like and it'll install it for you

https://www.tumblr.com/themes/tagged/free

THEN press edit theme! It'll look like this and just give you basic options to mess with, like here's what mine looks like I think I got my myspace theme from that link too

If ya can't find ones ya like there's plenty of tumblr users who've made swaggy codes for free, just search tumblr themes and you'll find a million! They'll send you to a paste basin usually and you just gotta dump everything here in edit html, just delete everything and paste your new code

Then it's the same as before no more touching the code. I just wanted to post about dis since we all should customize our pages more if you haven't already it's easy and fun!

Have you ever considered making a neocities page?

So Be seriously I have thought about it! I only know how to copy paste lines of code into a premade tumblr theme and I'm pretty sure neocities would be starting from scratch...maybe, possibly, who knows. Only after looking at a tutorial will I know. O_o I guess if I WILL or not depends on if html is hard or not. Do a lotta folks use neocities even? I barely hearda it

[campbluelake]

FIER Fest | Trial 4.1 | Eri | Re: Kyousuke, Jacky-Bobby

Eri’s first order of business at the trial is to heap as much food as possible onto a plate. It’s far more than even the hungriest jock could eat, but as soon as she sits down beside her best friend and girlfriend, it becomes clear it’s not all for her. Instead she offers some to Audie, as well as to Kyousuke and Abbie behind him, before the trial commences.

Eri’s not really sure what to make of all the evidence. As much as she tried to keep a grip on her resolve, for most of the investigation she was too busy thinking about Leon’s hollow gaze to reflect on anything they were finding.

And now here she is, supposed to help make sense of all it. Which is a tall order for someone whose first remark is:

“Heads up I’m also gonna talk about the fi— I mean the F-I-E-R, okay?”

Turns out ‘liberty’ isn’t the only thing she can’t spell.

“If he died from bein’ poisoned, why did whoever did this haveta go and light him on fire too? Like fuck, not just him, but everything around him too, y’know? We found that can Jacky Boy mentioned, and we didn’t find any matches where they normally are in the toolshed, so I’m bettin’ whoever did this really wanted to make sure he went up in smoke, right?”

She glances over her shoulder at Abbie — to make sure she’s not listening — before turning back to the group. Her eyes rest on the campfire in the center, its flames decidedly more unsettling today compared to usual.

“But it ain’t like he died from things people normally die from in fires, y’know? He didn’t die from Co2 poisoning, or suffocate, or even burn to death…”

She frowns, shakes her head.

“Unless he was allergic to fire, it seems kinda stupid. I mean, I suggested maybe you gotta kill him twice to kill him for real, but it was a joke, y’know? He was just a guy, in the end… Someone who didn’t deserve such a fucked up fate.”

But really, do any of them?

She can’t be too sure. And with that sobering thought weighing down on her, Eri falls silent in favor of cutting up some pancakes to share with Audie. Nothing like breakfast with a side of existential crisis in the morning!

[ibasae]

Sprout*Waning Hermitage - Monday 1

Content Warning!

Contains mentions of unhealthy diets.

Season: Winter

Mika: Snore... snore...

Mmm...? Haahhh... Hmmm....

(Lemme see... why did I set an alarm for today again...?)

---Ah, right! We start practicin' the new song today! I gotta hurry up. [begins to change]

Mika: That should do it. I think have everything... I shouldn't have forgotten anythin'

(Ack. I made so much noise in the morning~ I hope I didn't wake up Ritsu-kun....?)

Lemme check~---Ritsu-kun...?

Ritsu: Snore... snore...

Mika: (Score, he's sound asleep. But speaking of that, Ritsu-kun really likes sleeping, doesn't he? 'S always a struggle tryin' to get him to wake up~)

(But I get it, the beds are so soft n' comfy in the dorms--eh?)

Ah! The doll Oshi-san got me fell over! Uwah~ I didn't notice... I'm sorry!

...Since I put her on the bedside table, I must've hit her in my sleep. I gotta be more careful...

Hm. I gotta tidy her hair and clothes up...aaand done ♪

Ack. I can't just stand around like this. I gotta go now! See ya, Doll-san! 'm leaving~

Izumi: ...(gracefully eating a salad)

Hajime: Um, Izumi-san? This might not be my place to ask, but is this really enough? wouldn't you get hungry if you only eat a salad for breakfast...

Izumi: Eh? Ah, nothing I can do about it now. I need to attend a conference as a model soon, so I have to control my intake.

Hajime: Control your intake... but at this rate, you'll collapse before the conference even starts. Plus, you have your regular work.

Izumi: I've been told that before. Yet, as a model, my diet is a part of the job.

Hajime: Ah! Right! I'll have Sena-senpai have some of that! I'll get it right now~

Izumi: Eh? Wa, wait- I can't-

Hajime: Don't worry, you'll definitely be able to have this! It's just hijiki and hard boiled eggs ♪ I made extra when I was cooking for myself yesterday, so I just left it in the fridge. I'm sure your diet doesn't limit this~

Izumi: I see. Both of these are low-carb foods, I can have both of these. Thank you, I'll take it.

Hajime: Okay!

Mika: Erm? G'morning~ I've been bumpin' into Hajime-kun a lot in the mornings. Is Hajime-kun having breakfast with Sena-senpai?

Hajime: Ah, good morning, Kagehira-senpai! Yup~ I bumped into you today as well. Ah, do you have time to have breakfast today? If you don't mind, please join us!

Mika: Mhmm! I haveta go to practice later, so I wanted to have a solid breakfast n' came into the kitchen.

Hajime: Then I'll cook something for Kagehira-senpai too, please wait here.

Mika: Eh?

Izumi: ...(thoroughly chewing)

Mika: (Eyaa~ Come back soon, Hajime-kun! Don't leave me alone with Sena-senpai~?!)

(I have no idea what to talk about with this guy...! Um, what to do... He's not doing anythin' except eating, but should I strike up a conversation anyways?)

Izumi: I heard you have practice next? Since Itsuki returned yesterday, is the practice related to Valkyrie?

Mika: Uwah?! Ah, yeah. That's right. Valkyrie has a new song that we haveta practice.

Izumi: Ah, so Itsuki would be staying in Japan for quite a while then?

Usually either me or Itsuki is missing from the dorm, so only 2 or 3 people are there at a time. Now that we're all here, it's kinda stuffy. How annoying~

Mika: Eh?! There's nothing I can do 'bout it even if ya tell me that?!

(Why's he tellin' me this? Does he want me to do something 'bout it? Eh~ I'm confused.)

Um... Sena-senpai? I can't change anythin' even if Sena-senpai is upset...?

Izumi: Hah? Of course I know that. I didn't expect you to have much of a reaction anyways.

Mika: Eh? Then why did you tell me?!

(Is he messin' with me...? Help, I don't understand Sena-senpai's thought process at all...!)

Hajime: Here you go, Kagehira-senpai! Sorry about the wait~♪ It's rice, miso, boiled hijiki, hard boiled egg and roasted fish!

Mika: Ahh! Finally, Hajime-kun has ascended to a goddess in my eyes!

Hajime: Eh, were you this hungry? Then please enjoy!

Mika: (It'd be an issue if Sena-senpai tries to talk to me again, I gotta finish this fast...!)

'M diving in~ I'll have the miso first--- Ack, hot hot hot! Uwaaaah~...

Hajime: Eh, are you okay?! The miso soup is still hot, you'd get burnt if you rush it!

Mika: Uuuu... my mouth stings. 'M already burnt~ I shouldn't have rushed it...

Hajime: Let it cool and have it later.

Mika: Mhmm! I'll be careful next time~ Huu... Huu..

Haa...♪ Thanks for the meal! Thank ya kindly, Hajime-kun! It was delicious!

Hajime: It's a simple meal, nothing you need to thank me about♪ If it's simple breakfasts like this, feel free to ask me any time, I'll make it.

Mika: Then I'll thank ya for every time♪ Ah, guys, I'll be on my way?

Hajime: Okay~ See you around.

Izumi: Be good and work hard, okay?

Mika: Mhmm, bye!

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

If It Means That Much To You (Mammon x GN!Reader) Slight Angst -> Fluff

I realize now that if I had written this last night and Levi's tonight, I could have posted in the order of the brothers... but I goofed up on that... Whoops! It's slightly angsty, just the teeniest tiniest bit, but soft Mammon is so sweet. I don't write enough for him, feel kinda bad for skimping out on Mammon fics. So here's a Mammon fic!

Word Count : 1.7K Warnings : Slight angst;

The smile spread across your face as you swiped through the pictures that you had taken with your boyfriend. You both looked happy, and it wasn’t fake like those other couples that you had seen way too many times back in the human realm. This was the first time in what seemed like your entire life that you had been one hundred percent, without a doubt, happy. You had someone who loved you more than words would ever let him express, but he didn’t need words to tell you, he always showed you that he did, whether it be through the way he would hold you, or even just the way he looked at you. The way his lips would crash against yours whenever he saw you after being apart for five minutes or more. Even the way that he looked at you, you could see the emotion, so raw, you could feel it, you could almost hear it, just by looking into his eyes. His love, and his adoration for you was unmatched, other than by your own feelings towards him.

It was a perfect relationship, anyone would be able to tell just by looking at the two of you together. They would be able to see it through the multitude of pictures that you took together, pictures that he would never let you upload. Every picture was taken within the House of Lamentation, or somewhere deep in the garden behind the house, places where no one other than his brothers would ever find out that the two of you were together. It never really bothered you, not enough to bring it up to him at least. Lately though, it had been getting under your skin a little more than usual. It could have something to do with the fact that his latest modeling gig had garnered new fans for him, which should have been a good thing, but reading through their comments on his Devilgram posts had bugged you more than it should. He wasn’t the type to feed into their comments, whether they were raunchy or sweet, he would reply with a simple “Thank You” to as many as he could. You on the other hand, you weren’t allowed to comment on any of his posts, and while he hadn’t explained why that was, you just went along with it. At least you could still like them, and that was enough for you, at least up until now.

“Hey Mams, isn’t this picture cute?” You asked, idly flipping through the latest pictures you had taken together. They were taken in his bed after a long night of… fun… Both of you looked especially worn out, but the smiles on your faces were honest, sincere, and you loved waking up next to each other. His and your hair was completely messed up, and neither of you cared. It wasn’t a modeling shot, but it still looked perfect. You wanted to show him off, show the rest of the Devildom that he was yours and you were his, show them how lucky you were, and what better photo to use than one where you’ve woken up together. “I was thinking of uploading it to-”

Those words had caught his attention, drawing his eyes away from his own phone where he was scrolling through more comments and liking them, giving them the basic reply. The thought of you uploading anything like that though had made him stop, and now he was grabbing your phone from your hands and slipping it into his pocket. “Ya don’t haveta upload nothin’. I know we’re happy, so da you… nobody else needs ta know.” He smiled at you as if his words would actually make you feel better, and most of the time they did. It’s not that he was wrong, and maybe demons didn’t fully understand the concept of essentially showing the world that they were happy, that they had found love and being excited about that, but in the human realm it was a normal thing.

“Alright… I’m gonna go get myself some breakfast… you want anything?” You didn’t want to argue with him about it, you didn’t want to blow it up into something that it didn’t need to be, so changing the subject entirely was the best option. You pushed yourself up off the couch and started heading towards the door, grabbing your jacket off the edge of the bed on your way over. You turned back to face him, to see if he was going to answer your question, and he was turned completely around on the couch, pouting up at you. “You don’t have to worry, Mammon. I’m taking Beel with me.” Which was something you always did when you went to get breakfast… or really any food related item. Mammon was one who worried about your safety often, and since he didn’t like going out in public places with you, he would always tell you to have one of his brothers take you.

His pout only grew as his eyebrows lowered, crossing his arms over his chest. You weren’t really sure what he was trying to do or why he was even doing it, but you were hungry, and you really wanted to know if he wanted anything so you could get going. “Well… just remember who yer first demon was. Beel ain’t no better than me.” He huffed before turning back around and you were left in the doorway feeling nothing but confusion. You weren’t even sure what he meant by that, it made absolutely no sense to you. Obviously you thought Mammon was the better brother out of them all, you wouldn’t put up with so much of his crazy antics or try so hard to keep him out of trouble if he wasn’t your favorite. He also never had a problem with Beel taking you before, so you weren’t quite sure why it was a problem now. “Tell ya no and ya wanna go runnin’ off ta get food with Beel…”

“You know… I can still hear you.” He had whispered the last part, but his whispering sounded more like breathy screaming, especially when he was irritated by something… something that he shouldn’t even be irritated by. “I can go with Asmo or Satan… It doesn’t have to be Beel.” He groaned at the other two brother choices and now you were getting irritated. You didn’t know what he wanted, you were confused, and you were hungry, and he wasn’t explaining anything, and it was just really really annoying. “I don’t know what you want! You don’t want to be seen together, you don’t want me to leave the house by myself, and you don’t want me to leave the house with your brothers either. What do you want?”

His head whipped around so he could face you again, his eyebrows quivering slightly as he looked at you, his voice softer now. “I never said I didn’t wanna be seen with ya…” He sighed, shaking his head. “I just didn’t want anything ta happen…” You weren’t sure what he meant, or what could possibly happen if the two of you were seen together. Simple Devilgram photos couldn’t be enough to stir up problems, could they?

That’s when your brain, your already ticked off and, at this point, hangry brain started piecing together the puzzle, or at least, you thought you were piecing it together. “You mean you didn’t want your fans to get upset… If they saw a picture of you with someone they’d stop giving you likes and commenting on your posts.” His eyes narrowed as he listened to your assumption. He was shocked and even… hurt… that you’d think that that was why he didn’t want you to be seen with him. What was more upsetting was that he had apparently, at some point, given you reason to believe that he cared more about his fan base than he did about you.

He got up off the couch quickly, practically running to you and pulling you into his arms. You weren’t sure if you were just hearing things or if he was actually crying, or maybe he was coming down with a cold… but you could definitely hear him sniffling. “It ain’t about them… It’s about you…” He took a shaky breath, and that slightly verified your thoughts that he was crying, or at least on the verge of it. His hand held the back of your head, keeping your face buried in his chest so that you couldn’t see him, but you could still hear him, his voice vibrating his chest as he spoke. “I owe lotsa Grimm ta lotsa people… demons… witches… I dunno if they’d try ta snatch ya up… take ya away from me ta get their money back…” He finally took a step back, cupping your face lightly as you finally looked up at him. “I don’t want nothin’ ta happen to ya… I don’t wanna lose ya, Y/N…”

“Mammon… I-” You felt awful, terrible for even assuming that he would care more about his fans than your feelings. You had never once thought that he was doing it to look out for you, to take care of you because you meant that much to him… Because he loved you. Sometimes you fail to remember that he was greedy, and he did like to gamble, and usually that money came from other people's pockets. It was hard to remember because with you he was completely different, he never asked for your money and all of your dates were free, spent in his room or the living room or the gardens just enjoying your time together. Everything he did… he did it for you.

“It’s okay… If it means that much ta ya… Upload the pic… If it makes ya happy… I’ll even go out with ya… keep ya safe. No one messes with The Great Mammon’s human…” He smiled proudly, and you let out a small giggle as you shook your head. You didn’t want to worry him anymore than he already did about you, he didn’t need that.

“I know we’re happy… You know we’re happy… No one else needs to know… Right?” The words that he had said earlier made more sense now. You both were happy, and if anyone else knew, it could potentially ruin both of your happiness.

Things were perfect just the way they were. You had the perfect relationship, and it meant way more to you than a little picture being uploaded onto the internet.

[greymouse42]

For the FE3H question list:)

4,5,6,9,14,15,38,40,41

If that's too many you don't haveta do them all just the ones that interest you the most.

Thank you for all the questions!! I had a lot of fun! 🥰 Answers are beneath the readmore!

4. ✨ Which route did you play through first in FE3H?

Golden Deer!! Fear the Deer!! (FE3H was the first fire emblem I really got into, fandom-wise, since Shadow Dragon)

5. ✨ Which route did you play through last?

Azure Moon orz

I still technically haven't played that one, I've just watched my partner play it... But Azure Gleam in 3Hopes was my favorite route, so I kinda wanna go back and play AM on my own now...

6. ✨ Which route is your favorite?

Toss-up between GD, which I am sentimental about and I think has the best standalone no-additional-context-needed story, and SS, which lets me side with the cool dragon people and I thought was a really fun/interesting narrative foil to BE (also... Seteth fulfilling the role of lord retainer... I am a simple person)

9. ✨ What is your favorite scene in the game (can be in the main story or a support convo)?

It's not very interesting but Chapter 6 and Chapter 9 were my favorites. I didn't know enough to expect that Jeralt's days were numbered so when he died, and when we got to see this unemotional/silent protagonist actually grieving him, I just got really invested.

Also, re: chapter 6, Seteth is A Wreck and I like that in a man. I also really like the white dragon scarf event and I like that the events in that chapter only become more insidious the more context you have.

14. ✨ If you’ve posted your own fanart or fanfic, post a link to the piece you are most proud of.

Oddly, it's this one!! (Setleth Rhondos Coast retelling, with some added emotions) I just think it holds up really well!!

15. ✨ If you are an artist or writer, are you currently working on any new FE3H content (art or fanfic)?  If so, will you share a sneak preview?

I've had horrible writer's block lately... 🥺👉👈 But I do have this silly idea that just boils down to "Rhea knows Seteth is sleeping with someone and is giving him shit for it" that I come back to whenever I want to laugh. Here's a snippet:

I just love Rhea when she's allowed to be a little obnoxious...

38. ✨ Who is your favorite teatime companion?

Seteth... obviously. 😅 I just like how multifaceted he and Rhea turn out to be, and his teatime lines are just really... sweet. I also unironically love inviting Hubert to tea heheh, he's so dramatic I love him.

40. ✨ What character do you always recruit, no matter which route you are playing and why?

Seteth is an auto-recruit sooo... Lorenz and Ferdinand!! Look, I KNOW Lorenz is a disaster but I love his character development no matter what route he's on, and I like making him a dark knight. Ferdinand I recruit mostly to be a good influence on Lorenz, and also because I think he's such a strong personality that he adds narrative interest no matter what route you're doing (he's either throwing everything he has into helping the Empire or he's throwing everything he has into opposing it, and I think both sides are interesting).

41. ✨ What is a favorite character headcanon (can be one you came up with or one you liked / adopted from someone else)?

With regards to the extra lore we got in Hopes, I like the idea that all the Nabateans' hair used to be lighter/blonder when they were in close proximity to the Goddess. I would kill for more art/writing 👏 exploring 👏 that!

I also headcanon a religious schism between Rhea & Seteth where she is of the belief that the Goddess isn't dead and could possibly return at any moment, and he (at least up until the events of the game) thinks that the Goddess is definitely dead and gone. It's subtle, but it adds some extra interest for me.

I ALSO really like that one crack theory I've seen floating around that Kronya and Ferdinand are somehow related. What this means for the story, I have no idea, I just think it's neat :)

[mikazukinika]

III. If This World Should Stand Between Us

“THE PLACE WHERE YOU ARE” TAGS & ABOUT → Summary: Lumine and her party embark on what was supposed to be a casual expedition to the Guyun Stone Forest... Scene Rating: T (mentions of blood and injury) Scene Length: 1.9k words, about 7 minutes NEXT → READ ON AO3 → MORE FROM THIS AUTHOR →

NOTE: This scene takes place before the final Archon quest in Liyue, "A New Star Approaches"

Everything was going wrong.

Fire razed the patches of grass around her party as Lumine frantically attempted to take in the situation. In her right hand was her trusty sword and in her left was the power of the elements, but not even the blessings of this world’s gods seemed to help in this situation.

How could I be so stupid?!

Her friends were screaming around her, sometimes with battle cries and sometimes in pain. What was supposed to be a casual expedition to the Guyun Stone Forest turned into a horrible battlefield as they stumbled into a trap, waking four ruin guards at once.

“We need to retreat!” Lumine bit out, raising Geo structures out of the ground to temporarily protect the group from the guards’ assaults.

“But how?!” Xinyan cried. “Those missiles ain’t lettin’ up at all! No gaps between their attacks!”

“They can’t follow us if we climb-” Chongyun began, stalling when Xingqiu shook his head.

“Like Xinyan said, those missiles are merciless. If we try climbing to safety, we’ll only become easy targets for those guards.”

“Maybe we should just run,” Chongyun spoke up again, peeking his head above Lumine’s Geo structures to check the situation. “Even exorcists have to know their limits.”

“And leave that gold chest behind?!” Xinyan cried. “No wayyy! That loot woulda been the highlight of this concert!”

Xingqiu sighed. “It seems we have no choice. Let us try to sprint out of their range-”

“It’s too late,” Lumine interrupted gravely. “We’ve been here so long that the tide has come back in. Those paths between the islands are gone now, and if we try to swim, we’ll be sitting ducks.”

Silence washed over them even as the attacks of the ruin guards rained above their heads. Lumine felt as though a stone were lodged in her throat. She was so ashamed that she could not meet anyone’s eyes.

But a wobbly grin came to Xinyan’s face as she tightened her grip around her club. “So yer tellin’ me we haveta fight, huh…”

“…Let’s try this again,” Xingqiu said, pushing out a long breath. “There are four of them and four of us, and I believe each of us is strong enough to take down a ruin guard. We might try to keep it distracted so that our targets won’t go after anyone else - perhaps lure it away.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Chongyun agreed with a forced smile, looking like he’d bitten into a Jueyun chili.

Xinyan reached over and settled a hand on one of Lumine’s own, who met her gaze guiltily. The rockstar’s grin was still strained, but her eyes were as hard and as sure as the rocks jutting out of the ground and reaching for the sky around them. In response, Lumine did her best to look encouraging.

They crouched together in tense silence, watching each other’s faces, and the moment the Geo structures around them shattered, they sprinted off in four different directions.

For a while, their plan actually seemed to work. Chongyun had lured one of the guards into the water, affecting it with Cryo damage as often as he could. But theirs was a team that was meant to perform as one, and fighting individually wore both their stamina and their elemental energy faster than they could cause the ruin guards enough damage to take them down. One slip would cause the ruin guards’ attention to wander to another person and chaos would ensue as they attempted to bring them back under control.

Backed into a corner, Lumine searched her mind for something, anything she could do to turn the situation around. If she hadn’t suggested coming here, if she were at full strength, if Aether were by her side-

“If death comes knocking at your door, call out my name.”

Her lips trembled. Her voice remained lodged in her throat, hope washing over her in powerful waves. He had promised - he had promised to protect every living soul in Liyue. But could she really add to his burden like this…?

Xinyan’s sharp scream of pain interrupted her train of thought and Lumine shook herself. While you stand here debating, your friends are getting hurt!

Inhaling deeply, Lumine slashed at the ruin guard in front of her once more before sprinting out of the range of its fists. Screwing her eyes shut, she steeled herself and cried out.

“Xiao!”

Her scream was like the crack of a whip in the air, her teammates’ attentions temporarily focusing on her in confusion, and for a moment, nothing happened. Lumine felt tears stinging her eyes.

No… her heart cried.

Then, flashes of black and green shot down on the sandy beaches of Guyun from above, the crash deafening and the subsequent wave of power launching those nearby back at least a hundred paces. And in the center of it all was Xiao, the Conqueror of Demons, the Vigilant Yaksha. His sharp eyes understood the situation in a second, and before Lumine could even understand what was happening, the ruin guard in front of her groaned loudly and its body slammed onto the ground, motionless.

“Incompetent,” Xiao spat harshly, and never before had Lumine felt so grateful to be criticized. She allowed herself a moment to close her eyes in relief, and opened them once more in renewed determination.

The traveler jumped into the fray, on Xiao’s heels, running to support Xinyan as the exorcist and his bookworm teamed up on one of the remaining ruin guards. The Adeptus’ arrival failed to change the fact that they were still tired from what had turned into a long fight, but it renewed their morale. Xingqiu was badly injured, clutching his side but smiling. Even Chongyun’s expression had softened with relief despite the ongoing battle.

Their combined efforts fell all of the ruin guards, and for a long time, no one spoke. Then, Xinyan loudly unleashed what seemed to be a cross between a groan and a sigh, sinking to the ground on shaky knees as the adrenaline left her. “No encores, please…”

“Pfft-!” Lumine sputtered, falling into giggles. Xinyan looked surprised at her rare bout of expressiveness, but her smile was shared by both Chongyun and Xingqiu, who had an arm over the Cryo user’s shoulders for support.

The traveler calmed quickly when Xinyan dragged the boys over to the precious chest. As she used her Pyro abilities to light the nearby lanterns and undo the seal, Lumine lagged behind.

“Thank you, Xiao,” she said, her tone filled with as much gratefulness as she could put into it. “If there’s anything you want from the chest, please take it as repayment.”

“No need,” Xiao dismissed the offer coolly. “It is my duty to protect Liyue, and I told you I would come if you called my name. Besides…”

“Material goods have no use to an Adeptus?” Lumine guessed with a smile painted like a shrug, though her recent outings with Zhongli-xiansheng taught her some materials were appreciated by gods and Adepti alike.

“…Exactly,” Xiao said, eyeing her closely. He seemed surprised at her acquiescence and normally she would insist, but as soon as her eyes fell on the wounds of her friends, she had only the energy to retreat into herself.

Xinyan was hiding a rather obvious limp and the bruises on her skin were a dark, festering purple. Xingqiu was coughing, and from the way he was clutching his side, Lumine knew he had likely fractured a rib. Even Chongyun was bleeding from a head wound, and yet all three of her friends were pretending as though they were fine. Smiling. Laughing.

Though she wouldn’t do something as obvious as curling her hands into fists as she wallowed in self-hatred, Lumine’s jaw went rigid. This is all my fault, she swore. I shouldn’t have brought them here without planning for at least this much. These islands and their ruins are ancient, and danger flocks to-

“I will escort you all to the outskirts of Liyue Harbor,” Xiao announced with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. The trio ahead stopped their cheering over the treasures they found in the chest at the sound of his voice. “Avoid these islands from now on - you know not what lies under the waters’ depths.”

A flicker of something grim flashed across Chongyun’s face for a moment, but he looked at his comrades and agreed. “We should really see a doctor.”

“I’ll treat you to a meal as an apology,” Lumine promised. “Once we’re all healed up again.”

“‘An apology?!’” Xinyan echoed incredulously. “You mean as a celebration! That was the craziest thing I’ve ever done!”

Xingqiu nodded sagely at her side. “Quite. To put it in my liege’s terms, that was ‘wild.’” Xinyan gave her signature ugly but endearing giggle in response.

“Don’t tell me you’re blaming yourself for this?” Chongyun asked. Lumine couldn’t contain a twitch, averting her gaze. The exorcist’s demeanor seemed to soften at this, though his tone remained firm. “Please stop.”

Xinyan grinned boyishly, pounding a fist over her chest. “Don’t go underestimatin’ us, Lumine!”

“We ought to leave the role of the protector to the Vigilant Yaksha,” Xingqiu added, tone playful and words anything but. “A traveler from afar such as yourself couldn’t have possibly known what dangers to expect here.”

Xiao seemed to agree with an elegant tilt of his head, though he did not voice his opinions aloud. “Cut the idle chatter,” he said instead. “You must return to Liyue Harbor at once.”

“Yeeeees~” Chongyun and Xinyan sang simultaneously.

Lumine, for her part, was still left unsure. While in thought, she slipped an arm around Xinyan to support her bad ankle on the way back, who gave a sheepish grin in response. The self-loathing she felt for causing her friends’ injuries ebbed away at the sight of it - for now, at least.

But there was still another matter weighing on her mind.

The people of Liyue seem content with the protection of the Geo Archon and Adepti. Lumine glanced over her shoulder to Xiao, who trailed behind them. As if sensing it, he calmly met her gaze, but she turned her head before her expression could give anything away. Is it really okay to rely on Xiao now that Rex Lapis is dead?

She had neither a reason nor the right to change anything about this world’s natural order. She only wanted to find her brother, and so buried such thoughts deep within herself.

But if this world should stand between us…

If Xiao - who approached thinking she had something to say - noticed the way her eyes hardened to flints, he did not mention it.

NEXT →

NOTES: I wonder if the message of this chapter is too nuanced to make sense. Basically, I was thinking about 1.) whether the Traveler calling out for Xiao's aid adds to the Yaksha's burden and 2.) how they might conduct themselves if they kept the thought that they were simply a visitor in the back of their minds. Lumine's train of thought does not reveal this, but she's implying that if the world of Teyvat were to come between herself and her missing brother, then she would no longer remain a mere visitor - that ripple effect would reach Xiao too. It is that "visitor status" that keeps her from involving herself too much in Xiao's affairs despite his obvious suffering. If this didn't make sense, don't worry - another chapter where Lumine says these things more explicitly is already written.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - The Weird Little Shit

For: @darks-ink

A class discussion held by Wes about Danny’s weirdness was never not going to be an absolute cluster fuck

Wes smacks the board, “alright, fuckers, thank you for coming-”.

“We’re only here because we lost a bet”.

“Shut up, Dash. You shouldn’t have to be strong-armed into learning the truth”. Everyone rolls their eyes at Wes pretty actively. “Anyway, since you all refuse to see or even listen to the truth of what Danny Fenton is. Instead, this. Weird shit about Danny Fenton one oh one”.

Dash snorts, “now this I can get behind, little shit weighs, like, ten pounds or some shit”. Wes points at him aggressively, “exactly”. Scribbling down ‘weighs less than a sack of potatoes' on the board. Star throwing in her two cents, “yeah and I’ve seen Sam just pick him up under her arm and run off”.

Brittney smacks her desk, “half the time he makes food directly in home ec it’s fucking cold, which ew, but also really weird”.

“Oh yeah he does that with his drinks too. He whole ass ‘drank’ a solid chunk of ice, major power move honestly”.

“And remember that snowball fight? I don’t think he ever actually made any snowballs, he just kept acquiring them”.

“Kid made for a great air conditioner when all the windows got stuck shut though; guy runs cold as fuck”.

Wes is just aggressively scribbling more down with a mildly manic grin.

“We should totally invite him to parties so he can keep the fucking beer cold”.

Dash laughs loudly and smacks Dale on the arm, “now there’s an idea!”, deadpanning, “still not inviting freaky Fenton though”. Dale chuckles very awkwardly.

“Well he’s an ice sculptor so that’s not surprising”.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘ice sculptor’? He clearly lifts weights in his spare time”.

“Oh yeah, he lowkey picked up the back end of my car once”.

“James, your car is a tiny little piece of shit. I could lift that damn thing”.

“Hey”.

“Anyway. Like I was saying, people who handle cold shit all the time, you know, like ice sculptors, usually have cold hands”.

“He lifts weights! Not ice sculpts!”.

“Here I though he was a painter”.

“Why the fuck would he be doing that?”.

“Well he’s always randomly splattered in green paint”.

Basically everyone pauses to look at Hanna. Kwan blinking, “the green is ectoplasm, duh”. Emilie shrugging and nodding, “everyone knows that”.

“Well I thought it was paint”.

“Well you’re clearly stupid”.

“Shut up”.

Dash waves everyone off, “so clearly not a painter or weight lifter, because have you seen his goddamn noodle arms?”.

“He lifts weights!”.

“No he doesn’t!”.

“Who cares! Have you seen his dad? Of course he’s a strong little shit! What really gets me is him getting out of locked rooms”.

“Oh he whole ass climbs out windows and shit”.

“All that ecto that gets on his skin makes his hands all sticky, hence why he can climb the side of buildings”.

“When the heck did you see him doing that?”.

“Oh I totally saw him showing off knife swallowing to some elementary kids”.

“I think he hangs out and does drugs or some shit on the roof”.

“So he climbs up the school building to do drugs? Why wouldn’t he just use the hidden steps like a normal person?”,

“I’m pretty sure the kitchen staff actually include him in their budget for missing utensils cause he eats so many of them”.

“Julie, no one’s saying Danny’s close to normal. Also kids got an iron stomach damn”.

Dash has to jump in there, “I totally made him eat my underwear once”. Earning him a round of judging glances. “What? I didn’t expect him to actually do it. I was planning to mock him for pussying out. But then the little fucker went and did it”.

“Power move”.

“Shut up”.

“You fed your underwear to a guy who builds guns?”.

“Excuse me but what?”.

“Maybe him doing so much dangerous shit is why his heartbeats all slow and stuff”.

“Again, excuse?”.

“Well we totally tested everyone’s heart rates and breathing and shit and he’s super low. He blamed his corn supper”.

“That’s stupid”.

“His corn supper had teeth, Todd”.

“Back to the gun making because what?”.

“FentonWorks is a weapon company what do you expect?”.

“James, he made a shotgun out of a pencil, two toothpicks, an elastic band, and a snapped in half penny. The thing was magically welded together”.

“You can’t weld a fucking pencil. It’s wood, moron”.

“Well it was goddamn wielded”.

Wes grumbles, “yeah he welded my binder zipper together once, stupid pyrokinesis”. Star glares at him, “I thought this wasn’t about your crazy conspiracy crap?”. Wes glares at her like she’s stupid.

“Ignoring Wes being crazy again. You guys do know he has laser beam lipstick right? He could totally weld stuff with that”.

“Didn’t he have a tail that one day?”.

“Huh?”.

“That lipstick of his is the plasma peach one right? Because girl I so need some, it makes amazing blush”.

“Oh no a dog just crawled under his shirt. I think he was trying to hide the treats or some shit?”.

“Fucking where? in his shoulder blades?!?”.

“Oh my god that’s right, he can totally pop all his joints out so probably yeah”.

“Since when could he do that? Better yet, why? Fucking ow”.

“His fingers also glow green when he cracks them”.

“Right Right I remember that! We also got him under a black light, totally wild”.

“I wish I could pop out my joints randomly”.

“He probably just eats glow sticks and they leaked into his joints and shit”.

“THAT MAKES NO SENSE”.

“Who cares, take him to a rave”.

“Oh my god yes he does amazing makeup”.

“Wait Fenton does makeup now too?”.

Wes points at Dash, “he’s got to cover up the dead parlour to his skin somehow”. With half the class shouting, “HE’S NOT DEAD”.

Emilie pursing her lips, “but what if he was, that would be hot”.

“EXCUSE ME!?!”.

“Oh get off your vanilla basic bitch high horse, Karen”.

Wes rubs his forehead, “not this shit again”. Smacking the board, “weird shit about Fenton, people! Not y’alls weird necrophilia fetish!”.

“Hey that’s just Emilie”.

Jesse looks genuinely offended, “bitch what? Have you seen a ghost? That glow? Mmmmmh yeah, daddy”.

Star chokes, “oh my god. I love our town”.

Wes sighs, “I should just start blocking you people from seeing ghosts at all. Cover those eyes until you stop BEING FUCKING BLIND”.

“Eyes never stop seeing, they just get covered”.

“NO! NO! BAD!“.

“That weirdly reminds me that Danny can totally walk with his eyes closed”.

“That’s weird how?”.

“How ‘bout you fucking try it then!”.

Dash shrugs, “well his eyes go glowy green all the time so no surprise he can just see through his eyelids”. More than a few people look to him, “why did you not add that to the weird list?”.

“Because it’s not weird”.

“Dash... do you know anyone with goddamn glowing eyes... besides ghosts”.

“Uhhh the entire Defect Quartet”.

“Excuse?!?”.

“Honestly him biting open pop-cans is weirder”.

“Oh god yeah, that’s horrible to hear”.

“He dead ass cut his lip up once doing that and just... kept doing it. There was blood all over his neck”.

“Why the heck didn’t anyone take an edgy aesthetic photo of that? Goddamn”.

“I feel like this is more an off-the-books class on discovering that Danny might actually be hot”.

“You wanna say Fenton’s hot again? I’ll goddamn choke you, motherfucker”.

“Do it you fake ass bear dom”.

A couple of people shuffle out of their desks and away when Dash actually throws a punch at Jasper.

“On a side note, once saw Danny sleeping in a trash can”.

“How is that weird”.

“How isn’t it? It’s a trashcan”.

“And he’s trash, your point”.

“YOU'RE GONNA HAVETA HIT HARDER IF YOU WANT TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION ON YOUR TWINK BOY! HE’S DURABLE AS FUCK!”.

“FUCK YOU!!!”.

“Huh, he did survive falling from the ceiling multiple times and that drowning once”.

“Fucker wasn’t drowned, he can breathe underwater”.

“Excuse me?”.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?!”.

Dash snapping his head around, “IM TEACHING HIM A LESSON!”. Jasper just smirks, “I DON’T NEED BREATH PLAY TIPS FROM YOU!”. Dash tries punching him again.

“This is ridiculous, I mean really, Danny would be the dom”. That silenced the entire room.

“What?”.

“Come on, he ate Skulker once ‘cause the guy was coping him an attitude”.

“DANNY EATS GHOSTS?!?”.

Wes turns around and slams his head on the board, “God fuck this is such a cluster fuck”.

“You’re hosting this and holding us hostage here”.

“YOU’RE NOT MY HOSTAGES! YALL LOST A BET!”.

“Oh suck my toes”.

“WHAT?!”.

“While Wes loses his mind for the fifth time this week, what we’ve got is he’s icy as shit, likes welding and makeup and ice sculptures and weight lifting, weighs fuck all, just vores goddamn everything, and climbs shit weirdly well?”.

“You’re forgetting all the glow shit”.

“HA! Glowing shit”.

“Fuck Todd, you are a dumbass”.

“IN SHORT LOCAL ELDRITCH TEEN BUT HE’S STILL NOT A GODDAMN GHOST WES!”

“FUCK YOU! IT’S SO GODDAMN OBVIOUS HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE LIKE THIS OHMYGOD!”.

Just then Danny Fenton opens up the door, the class going dead silent while he glances around slowly. Him looking to the whiteboard, then slowly back to his fellow teens, speaking “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no”, while slowly backing out and closing the door.

At first, no one says anything before Star snickers, “pffft”; the entire classroom bursting out into laughter directly afterwards.

Wes turning around and smacking his head on the board once again, “why. Just. Why me”.

END.

Prompt: Wacky reveals (ex: Danny drying up too quickly bc intangibility, Danny's drink stays cool way too long, people's electronic devices are always more charged when they've been near Danny, etc)

[platypanthewriter]

Guess Again

Day Four of Harringrove AUgust, Profession AU!  Steve runs into a hot guy named Billy on his plane flight back to Indianapolis, and Billy lies about what he does for a living, then, laughing, admits he lied.  The prize for this guessing game: an exchange of phone numbers.

Steve found his seat, in coach, because that was the only seat available on the overbooked flight into Indianapolis a week before Thanksgiving.  He shoved his carry-on under the seat, and wedged himself in the limited leg room, opening his laptop to answer the emails that had been pinging his phone before the plane was ready to take off, and he—blessedly—had to go into airplane mode.  

He barely even noticed the guy wedging himself in to sit by the window, and trying to get the damn table to stay up.  Steve typed away as the busted table mechanism flapped onto the guy’s lap over and over.  Finally, Steve grimaced, glancing over.  “You can use my table,” he offered, registering only that the guy was tattooed, and kinda...hot.  “I’ll put this away as soon as we taxi to the runway.”

“It’s fine,” the dude said, smacking the floppy table with a sigh.  “Not like there’s a meal on this flight.”

“You can lean in and share my pretzels,” Steve told him, grinning over, and was met with big, long-lashed blue eyes, an annoying mustache, and curls that curved around an attractively firm jaw.  

The guy nodded, and put the broken table away.  “...kind of a workaholic?” he asked, probably because it was nearly ten o’clock at night, and Steve was glaring at his screen and typing emails like his survival depended on a high word count.  

He snorted a laugh.  “I left them all until now,” he said, grimacing.  “They really don’t need my input, but if I replied earlier, they’d just ask me something else.  Something they could google.”  He narrowed his eyes at an email from a coworker who’d actually emailed to ask for exact details of what was allowed under the sexual harassment policy.  Talk to HR, he sent back.  Creep, he thought.  He finished the last of the replies, hoping he wasn’t sending anything too weird in his distraction, and closed his laptop.  “Um.  Sorry.  What do you do?”

“I sell life insurance,” the guy said immediately, with a toothy grin.  “I’ll sell you so much insurance on this flight.”

“Uh,” Steve said, blinking at him.  “Umm...oh.”

“That’s a lie,” was the dude’s followup, and Steve stared at him, starting to regret his offer to share a table, or catch the flight at all.  “I don’t sell life insurance, I swear.  I promise,” the guy said, laughing.  “God, your face.  I just...my job is...I started telling people I sell life insurance, so they wouldn’t talk to me.”

“I can just sit over here,” Steve offered, pretending to zip his lips.

“No, no, it’s, uh.  Sorry I lied.  Talk to me, it’s a long flight.”

“Why do you have to lie?” Steve had to ask, and the guy grimaced.  

“My job’s kinda awkward,” he said, laughing.

“Are you a...porn star?” Steve asked, trying to figure out what kind of job would get the worst people to talk to you, and the dude cracked up.  

“Jesus, no, but thanks for the ego boost,” he said, and Steve snorted a laugh.  

“Um.  What about…” Steve thought, opened his mouth, and then closed it.  “Can I guess?” he asked, grinning, and the guy snickered.  

“Sure.  Give it your best shot.  Just don’t tell me any horror stories.”

“Do you embalm bodies?” Steve tried, already holding back a tide of questions, like did you ever drop one and have to fix a broken nose.

“Nope!” said the guy, turning to lean more against the window, to face Steve.  “How many tries do you want before I just tell you?”

“Oh, no, no, lemme guess,” Steve said, thinking as they came around asking for drink orders.  “Horror stories...um.  Are you a soldier?” he asked, wide-eyed, and the guy laughed again.  

“No!  No, nothing like that.”  He leaned to see Steve’s ID as Steve pulled it out to order a beer, and Steve grinned.  

“I’m Steve.”

“Billy,” said his mysteriously-employed seatmate, offering his hand, and Steve flipped it over investigatively.  

“You don’t have those, like, love/hate knuckle tattoos,” he said, feeling like a detective.  “So...maybe not a biker?”

“I’m not a biker,” Billy snickered.  His hand was warm in Steve’s.  “Is that even a job?”

“Oh!  Oh!” Steve leaned forward, sure he had it this time, and Billy moved the armrest between them out of the way.  “A writer?”

“What?!” Billy laughed, which probably meant Steve was wrong, but he argued his point.  

“People tell you horror stories,” he said, narrowing his eyes.  “So—so probably everybody tells you they have a great idea for your next novel—”

“No, uh.  One clue,” Billy said, grimacing.  “They’re true stories.”

“True stories,” Steve said, going to cross his arms in thought, and realizing Billy hadn’t taken his hand back.  “Uh, what do I get if I guess right?” he asked, squeezing Billy’s hand, and Billy snorted a laugh, grinning like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

“I dunno, I feel like Rumpelstilzkin, you want like my firstborn or—”

“No, nope,” Steve made a face.  “I got enough kids around, thanks.  Oh—” he blinked, realizing how that sounded as Billy started to pull his hand back, and lean away, “—not, like, I’m not a dad, I don’t have a wife and kids or anything.  I just have some little shitheads that come over all the time and eat all my popsicles and pizza.”

“Oh good,” Billy said dryly.  “I’d feel terrible if holding my hand ruined your marriage.”

“No other knuckles can fulfill me, now,” Steve said soulfully, and then when Billy burst out laughing, Steve couldn’t hold a straight face.  

“You know how fucking dirty that sounds, right,” Billy whispered, rubbing his face with the hand Steve wasn’t holding, and Steve snorted a laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to get you to fist me on the plane,” he hissed back.

“Coward,” Billy shot back, and then they started giggling again, like they were ten.  

 “True horror stories,” Steve repeated, later, as they leaned together over the napkin on his tiny airplane table, where he was keeping track of the guesses he’d already made.  “True horror stories.  Are you a reporter?” 

“God no,” Billy said, making a face.  “Imagine this many tattoos in front of the news cameras?  We’ve got a ways to go before they allow that.”

“Oh, true,” Steve nodded.  “I mean, unless you worked for, like, a tabloid.  Circling everyone’s stomach in pictures and writing ‘BABY BUMP?!’ on it.”  

Billy jumped when Steve yelled ‘BABY BUMP’, and half the plane twitched and mumbled.  “Fuck no!” he hissed, laughing.  “Ssh!”

“Huh,” Steve said, studying the napkin.  “Oh!  Um,” he grimaced.  “Police officer?”

“No,” Billy growled, and Steve nodded, writing that down and crossing it out, and sipping his third beer.  “We never worked out what you got if you guessed,” Billy said, watching.  

“Oh, yeah,” Steve agreed, nodding.  “Uh, what about...dinner?”

“We’re gonna land at like six in the morning,” Billy pointed out, and Steve fingergunned him.

“Breakfast.”

Billy laughed.  “I dunno if I’m willing to put out on our first plane trip together.”

“Lemme get you, like, bacon and eggs,” Steve said, leaning in and waggling his eyebrows, “—and my phone number.”  He smirked as Billy cackled, leaning his head in the window.

“Yeah, okay.  Gimme some breakfast sausage, Steve,” he said softly, the overhead reading light making his curls glow a little, like a halo.  

“Now I haveta figure it out,” Steve said, frowning at his list, and Billy’s fingers twitched towards him.  Steve grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together, and accepted another beer from the flight attendant.  “I wonder how many beers that is,” he said, prodding at the label with his thumbnail.  “I think they’re like ten bucks a pop.”

“I bet the alcohol will really help you think,” Billy said dryly, and Steve made a face at him.  

“Shut up, I got it.  I got it this time,” he said, tipping his head back for a long, satisfying drink of beer, and wiping his mouth.  Billy’s mouth hung a little open when he finished, and Steve licked his lips, grinning.  “You—you’re a doctor.  A—a doctor of butts.  A butt-doctor.”

Billy started laughing so hard, silently, that Steve was starting to wonder whether he could breathe.  

“I’m right, right?” Steve said, taking a triumphant swig, and Billy shook his head, wheezing for air.

“You mean a proctologist?!” he gasped.

“Yeah, and you understood fine,” Steve told him, annoyed.

“I’m not—I’m not a butt doctor,” Billy choked out, tears of laughter in his eyes.  “I don’t have a doctorate in ass—”

“Your loss,” Steve muttered, glaring at the napkin with the list.  “Man, my cousin is one, and he has some stories.  Dude, that’s everything, that’s every damn job.  Ever.  Do zookeepers get told horror stories?!  Oh!”  He pointed the beer bottle at Billy.  “Dentist!”

“No,” Billy giggled, his hair rising with static in the dry air of the plane, and sticking to the wall and window behind him.  He looked ruffled and fond, and Steve squeezed his hand again, trying to think of what he’d missed, before the plane landed, and he’d spent the entire flight guessing jobs, and Billy hadn’t even given him a last name.  

“Shit,” Steve said, then straightened again.  “No, okay, this time,” he said, the beer making his words a little soft around the edges, “This time I really have it.  You’re a Mickey Mouse person.”

“I’m a what now,” Billy said, still snickering.

“You know,” Steve said, his eyes narrowed.  “You crawl up the ass of one of those suits and let kids think you’re a Disney princess.”

“No, Harrington,” Billy said, breathlessly, as he shook with laughter.  “No, I do not.  Do people tell mascots horror stories?!  I don’t even want to know.  Which princess?  Just for scientific curiosity, Steve, which princess do I crawl up the ass of, in your brain?”

Steve tried to remember them all.  “Not Jasmine,” he said with certainty.  “Um.  Wait, Peter Pan?  Maybe?”

“Peter Pan’s not a princess,” Billy choked out, wiping his eyes as he tried to muffle his laughter.  

“Hrm,” Steve said, accepting another beer and huffing a sigh, but Billy leaned in suddenly and just kissed him.  His lips were warm and chapped, and Steve hummed happily against them.  Their teeth bumped, a little, because Billy was giggling so hard, and Steve was grinning so wide his cheek muscles ached.

“I’m a drug and alcohol counselor,” Billy said with a grimace, and Steve glared at his beer, betrayed, "—so, um, horror stories.  Yeah."

"I just have butt-doctor horror stories," Steve said quickly, trying to salvage the situation, and he shoved his beer behind him.

Billy laughed harder, shaking his head.  "I’ll still take that number,” he whispered, kissing Steve again—and snickering, his cheeks flushed.  “And breakfast?”

Here’s my other Harringrove stuff!  Or check out the Harringrove AUgust collection on Ao3!  Add something!  =D 

[sortaotaku]

Happy New Years! 🎉

Ikevam New Year’s Set Stories

2021 Super Awesome Set

I wanted to share because I understand the paywall is probably too much for a lot of people. It’s a pretty informal overview of the stories though~

Boys Talk - Team Abnormal 

Shakespeare, Le Comte, Jean

Setting: Thermae

Le Comte asks why Shakespeare is looking gloomier than normal. Shakespeare says he feels a bit weird about a sarcastic comment Arthur made about the three of them (Shakespeare, Le Comte, Jean) being abnormal.

Le Comte: I guess he means we’re deviants. Idk where he got that from. 

He comments that Shakespeare likes to tease people and wonders what to do with him.

Jean: You two are most definitely deviants

Them: Wha? 

Le Comte calls his comment unnecessarily cruel. Shakespeare defends himself and says unlike Le Comte he’s a gentleman

Le Comte is like LOL I feel like you added an insult in there

Jean: It’s best you hear the truth bc you’re in denial. You’ve been buying <your name here/MC> dresses a lot. Are you sure it’s not just bc you like dressing her up?

Le Comte: What else am I supposed to do? She looks ravishing in everything. I’m not doing anything except sitting and watching in the dressing room.

Shakespeare: A grown man enjoying dressing up a girl like a doll sounds pretty deviant to me

Jean: Yep. He’s the most deviant one.

Le Comte: Judging from the content of your plays I think you’re worse than me.

Shakespeare: My writing isn’t necessarily representative of my desires

Jean comments about how Shakespeare has been inviting MC over to his villa a lot.

Le Comte comments that he quite likes Jeans fixation on MC and Jean tells him to shuddup.

Shakespeare also says he isn’t doing anything weird. He says he blindfolded and cuffed her for research purposes.

Jean: Hold on, I’ll come back with my sword.

Le Comte: Don’t run around the mansion naked and angry. Return to the water now.

Shakespeare states that Jean is upset by trivial matters. Basically “tough luck, that’s life”

Le Comte: Yeah, be more open-minded

Jean: I must destroy the world then

Shakespeare asks if he had any weird encounters and Le Comte says he’s basically been a recluse 

Jean admits to giving MC a boost on his shoulders, but... He was shocked because her thighs were pressed against his cheeks and they were soft. 

Shakespeare: How are you insult us when you had her pressing her thighs against your face? You’re the worst deviant one.

Le Comte is basically like LOL and Jean is kinda baffled.

End

Boys Talk - Battle Against Desires

Theo, Napoleon, Mozart

Setting: Thermae

Mozart calls the two of them sighing in sync annoying

They do it again and state they’re tired

Mozart comments that this is rare considering how adept they are at dealing with the more eccentric residents 

They’re both like “That’s it!”

Napoleon is like that’s what everyone says. Everyone thinks I’m sensible

Theo: Yeah, I thought common sense is something everyone should have. We just look overly sensible because everyone lacks it.

Napoleon is like how about we just toss that (sense) out, I’m sick of it. 

Theo: Yeah, I’m going to do whatever I want

Mozart: Hold on, if you do that you’ll lose sight of yourselves.

Mozart (Internally): They say it’s the most dangerous when people go off the rails. These two keep order. I must stop them.

Mozart adds that everyone didn’t start out selfish. He asks if they’re sure if something else isn’t making them this way.

Napoleon says its a problem that MC sees them as so sensible.

Mozart is like: 🤨 Why?

Napoleon says that everything is wrong. She lies around in the common area asleep and apparently sleep undresses. (Half way, that is)

Mozart: Yea sounds about right... Wait what? Don’t tell me you...

Napoleon: Obviously I buttoned her up and tucker her in so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

Mozart: Are you her mom?

Theo: I get that! I would do that too.

Napoleon: Theo~ 🥰

Mozart: Can you guys not hug in the bath? Anyways what about Theo?

Theo: I went in for a bath and MC was in there stark naked bc she mixed up the time.

Mozart: Yea, she’s ditzy sometimes. Don’t tell me you...

Theo: Obviously I simultaneously tossed her my own towel and quickly turned around.

Mozart: Are you her dad? 

Napoleon: I get that! I would do that too.

Napoleon~ ❤���❤️❤️

Mozart: Stahp hugging in the bath... So you’re saying you don’t feel free to express your desires bc you’re seen as too sensible?

Them: Yea

Mozart: That’s easy to fix. Just act on your desires. It’s important to be true to your feelings. I just do what I want.

Napoleon: Easier said than done. Women find it even more frightening when a “safe” man comes onto them more than normal men. They feel violation AND disappointment because of the breaking of expectations.

Theo: And you’ll lose trust that you cannot recover.

Mozart: That sounds oddly convincing from you two.

They sigh heavily again. Mozart smiles a bit and comments that he must warn MC to be careful from now on and encourages them to cheer up.

End

Boys Talk - Imagination Station

Dazai, Arthur, Isaac

Setting: Thermae

Dazai talks about how great a bath after a good drink is. Arthur agrees and asks Isaac what he thinks. (Note: Don’t go into a huge hot bath while drunk)

Isaac: STAHP TOUCHING ME YOU TWO! Why did you guys insist we bathe together?

Dazai: It’s a good way to get to know each other.

Arthur: Yep, we know each other well but there are no limits on luvbbb ❤️

Isaac: If this is your love I have some doubts...

Arthur + Dazai: Lalalala~~~ 🎶

Arthur: Isn’t it funny how alcohol loosens inhibitions? I’d love to get naughty with MC

Isaac: Don’t you dare touch her!

Dazai: I find it questionable too.

Isaac: Dazai?

Dazai: Women get uncomfortable with sudden moves. You haveta do “that” 

Isaac: huh?

Them: I-mAg-I-nA-tIoN!

Isaac: 🤨huh???

Arthur: Lemme explain. We’re writers. We think up scenarios for a living.

Isaac: ?

Arthur: GOSH. We can do anything we want. In our minds. In vivid detail.

Dazai: Ai-kun is confused still, we must invite him into our minds

Arthur: Good idea! Naughty story time!

Isaac: Hold on—

Arthur and Dazai cook up an Isaac x MC smut headcanon in which Dazai still calls her “Toshiko”

Isaac didn’t even notice at first and commented that it makes sense Mc was drowsy because she’s a hard worker. He gets embarrassed when he figures out and the other two are like LOLLL 😂😂😂, we love your reactions!

Isaac: You’re saying you spend your days thinking about lewd stories of MC?

Them: No.

Arthur: We could imagine but the real thing is a whole different thing.

Dazai: The real thing trumps fantasy.

Isaac: So you were trolling me?

Them: Yes.

Isaac: You’re the worst!

Them: Rofl

End

Boys Talk - A Steamy Nighttime

Leonardo, Vincent, Sebastian

Setting: Thermae

Leonardo: A bath sure is nice!

The other two: ...

Leonardo: Why so quiet?

Vincent: I don’t think MC registers me and Sebastian as men. (Correct. You are indeed an angel and not a mortal man)

Leonardo: Why?

Vincent recalls how he was sunbathing with MC and she commented how he was comforting like a little brother

Leonardo: Pride must’ve been hurt by that. Sebas?

Sebastian: Similar. She said I was like her dad.

Leonardo: Dad-zoned, huh (*This isn’t my own abridging of the story, he actually said that) It’s not as bad as you think. Its proof MC is comfortable, that’s important.

Vincent and Sebastian says that : They want to be seen and treated as reliable men

Leonardo (internally): I’m pretty sure she sees them as men though. If I’m too serious about this, they’ll try too hard. The best thing is to make them laugh

Leonardo: You must get comfortable around women. If you get too self conscious things get weird right?

Sebastian: I see. How?

Leonardo: Prof Leonardo shall teach you. This is classified so don’t share

Them: We Promise.

Leonardo: Did you know a women’s breast is as soft as the inside of their arms. Start there with the inner arm

Vincent: Brilliant. What do we say after

Sebastian: Practice on me master Vincent

Vincent: Your arm is hard

Sebastian: I’m actually swole. (He says quite muscular)

Leonardo: You weren’t supposed to take this seriously

Vincent: Will you give more tips? I wanna get closer to MC

Sebastian: Please teach us professor Leonardo

Leonardo (internally): I didn’t expect this... They’re so pure. I can’t let them down.

Leonardo: When someone licks their lips it means they want you to kiss them, so watch out.

Vincent: You’re a genius! Arthur does that all the time! But I won’t do that since it will startle MC if I suddenly kiss her.

Sebastian: Start with the forehead/cheek

Vincent: Anything else?

Leonardo: Playing with hair = Wants affection

Sebastian: Isaac does that a lot, but he DOES crave affection. I gotta watch out for that.

Leonardo: Listen. I didn’t expect this...

Them: Teach us more!

Leonardo: 😓 

End

A/N

Sorry it’s late. Distracted my Animal Crossing. You can find 2020’s set in my previous post or under the “2020 New Years Set” tag.

[prettybuckybaby]

god, your mama, and me

Peter is a single father and Tony finds out.

part one of single parent peter parker

masterlist

read on ao3 here

It’s when Peter is nearly two hours late and has missed three of his phone calls when Tony really starts to worry.

It’s just, it’s not like Peter to miss lab days. In fact, in the year and a half in which Peter has been officially interning for Tony at Stark Industries, Peter hasn’t missed a single day. He comes to the tower after school on Mondays and Fridays, and spends most of the day Wednesday, when he doesn’t have any classes, there as well. And that’s a lot of days when Peter hasn’t missed the internship, so Tony doesn’t really have any idea why Peter could be missing today. And he’s not panicking. He’s not.

Except, he kind of is.

He’s known Peter for over two years now, known him from when he was a stuttering fifteen-year-old kid in his small bedroom in Queens. Now, he’s an awkward seventeen-year-old, who sleeps in a bigger room in a bigger apartment in Queens thanks to Tony, when he finally managed to get May to accept the help he was offering and get out of the shitty apartment block and into a nicer town. But his point is, he’s known Peter quite a while, and this is out of Peter’s normal behaviour.

So, sue him. Tony’s worrying.

The worry, however, ebbs away slightly when Peter finally answers the phone on Tony’s fifth attempt.

“Mr Stark?” Tony can feel how tired the kid is the moment he hears his voice.

“Underoos? You alright, kid? You sound…tired,”

“It’s been a long day, Mr Stark,”

“Sounds it. Is everything alright?” When Peter doesn’t answer right away, Tony keeps on talking. Subconsciously, he blames it on the adrenaline crash from the sudden decline in panic after hearing the kid’s voice. “You were meant to be at the lab a couple of hours ago. You never miss lab days. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Has something happened-”

“Mr Stark,” Tony can feel the eye roll through the phone and only frowns slightly at the sigh he hears. “I’m fine. I’m not hurt.”

“Where are you then, kid, becau-” Tony stops talking when he hears another voice on the other end starts talking.

“Mr Parker? Dr Garcia said you can come through now,” Tony waits until Peter finishes thanking the other person to start talking again.

“Are you in a hospital? I thought you said you weren’t hurt? Is someone else hurt? Where are you? I’m coming now.” His frown deepens when Pete sighs again.

“It’s Aunt May. Listen, now’s not a great time, Mr Stark. Can I call you back later?” Peter doesn’t wait for a response before hanging up the phone, leaving Tony frowning in his lab.

---------------

Peter’s been in the hospital since 7am. He’s been sitting around without any answers for ten and a half hours in uncomfortable plastic chairs that are making his back throb in pain. Honestly, Peter hates hospitals enough that this experience would be horrible enough were he alone. But he’s not alone. He is suffering this hell with a three-year-old. And, while Leia may be the cutest three-year-old he’s ever seen and is definitely his favourite three-year-old and has been napping for the better part of four hours on the uncomfortable plastic chairs, she’s still a three-year-old. And three-year-olds and hospital waiting rooms, Peter has discovered, are not a good mix. So much so, that it’s even more of a relief than it might have been when Doctor Garcia finally tells him that May is out of surgery and is in recovery, and they can go and see her. He picks Leia up gently when he finishes the phone call with Tony, holding his breath when she stirs in her sleep, letting out the air when she just rests her head on his shoulder and continues her nap. He carries her and the bag he packed in a rush this morning into a different white room, where his Aunt lies on a bed, wires all over the place and her skin pale. He stays quiet while Doctor Garcia talks to him, her voice quiet enough that Leia sleeps through the whole conversation. Doctor Garcia explains what happened with May; a car crash on her way home from her night shift at the same hospital they are in now, a truck driver over the limit, both alcohol and speed, driving on the wrong side of the road. May’s injured quite badly, but she’ll recover, and she should wake up in a few hours.

Peter thanks the doctor, smiling when she placed a hand on his shoulder before she leaves the room, leaving just Peter, May, and Leia, silent apart from the beeping of the machine monitoring May’s vitals.

Leia wakes up from her nap soon after Doctor Garcia leaves the room, stirring in Peter’s arms, warm brown eyes blinking up at him.

“’Addy?”

“Hi, sweetheart,” Peter whispers, kissing her forehead, smiling when she rests her head on his shoulder again. “Did you have a nice nap?” The child in his arms hums quietly smiling when Peter starts running his fingers though her hair.

“Is Aunt May ‘kay?”

“She’s going to be just fine, baby. She’s just sleeping, and Doctor Garcia said she should wake up soon.” Leia is quiet in his arms for a few moments before she looks up at him.

“Can we get her a get better card?”

“We could do that,” Peter starts, reaching down for the bag he’s placed next to the chair. “Or, we could make her an extra special one!” Leia grins up at Peter clapping her hands together when he pulls out a wad of coloured card and a pencil case filled with her crayons.

---------------

Leia and Peter sit in the room talking quietly, making a card for May and a mess of the floor, which Peter apologises profusely for whenever a nurse comes in. The nurses, a different one both times, just smile at him and tell him not to worry, and praise Leia for her artwork. It has been around forty minutes when Leia looks up at Peter and stops talking mid-sentence.

“Daddy! There’s someone at the door!” Just as she says it there is a knock, prompting Peter to turn around. His eyes widen slightly when he sees Tony standing there, small smile on his face.

“Princess, will you be okay on your own for a minute?” When Leia looks up at him, eyes wide, he is quick to continue. “I’ll just be at the door with Mr Stark. You can shout for me if you need anything, alright?” Peter waits until she nods to stand up, ruffling her hair. “I’ll just be here, sweet. You carry on with your card.” He smiles at her as he opens the door, leaning against the wall. Tony quietly makes his way into the room, eyes stilling on Leia for a moment before he looks up at Peter.  “Hey, Mr Stark,”

“Hey, kid. What happened?” Tony nods towards the bed where May is still sleeping, looking slightly less pale than she did before. Peter sighs before explaining what Doctor Garcia had told him before, keeping his voice quiet so Leia couldn’t hear him.

“But they said she should be waking up soon, so,” He finishes with a shrug. He smiles softly when Tony squeezes his shoulder, letting his hand rest there.

“And the kid?” He asks, looking across the room. “She-” Tony is cut off when the girl in question gasps, turning towards Peter.

“Da..Daddy!”

“Leia?” The teen asks, eyes running up and down, looking for injuries. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I bro…broked the cray..on,” She sniffles as she speaks, eyes filling with tears that threaten to fall. She takes a breath as she holds the crayon up for Peter to see.

“Oh, no!” He sighs heavily as he crouches down, taking the two pieces from her small hands. He looks at them for a few moments, before nodding and looking up at Leia. “I can fix this, Princess,”

“You can, Daddy?” Her eyes meet Peter’s as they widen, a hopeful look on her face. “How, Daddy?” Peter looks around the room, purposely looking at Tony before beckoning Leia closer towards him.

“Magic!” Leia gasps quietly at Peter’s words. “You remember the magic words I taught you?” Leia nods and opens her mouth to reply before Peter puts a finger over her mouth. “Ah ah ah! Not until I tell you to, otherwise it won’t work, turtlebug,” Leia nods seriously as she closes her mouth, waiting for what Peter is going to say next. “Okay. First thing, you’ve got to close your eyes. And you can’t open them until I tell you to. This is very important, Leia, to make sure it works right,”

“Okay, Daddy,” She smiles as she closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly shut. “What next?”

“Next, you’ve gotta spin around slowly, okay? Three times,” As he speaks and as Leia completes her tasks, Peter goes into his bag and pulls out a new box of crayons, replacing the broken red one with a new, whole one, before moving to crouch in front of Leia again. “Okay, now you haveta jump up and down three times as well. Super! Okay, open your eyes for the last bit, pumpkin,”

“Hi,” She giggles as they make eye contact, a smile on her face.

“Hi,” He smiles back, before lifting his hands, crayon clasped within them, up in front of them. “Okay, last bit, babe, got to get it right.” Leia takes a deep breath and nods at Peter. Peter nods back, before looking at his hands. “Okay, put your hands around mine. Good, okay. I’m going to count to three, and then we have to say the magic words together okay? And you remember what we have to do after we’ve done that, don’t you?”

“We have to blow on it. To make the magic work!”

“That’s right! Ready?” He waits for a moment before she nods her head. “Okay. One…Two…Three!”

“A’ra cebabra!” She shouts out before blowing on Peter’s hands. She waits a moment before meeting Peter’s eyes. “Did it work?”

“I don’t know, sweet. We’ll have to have a look, won’t we?” Leia nods enthusiastically, bouncing gently on her feet. She gasps, a smile growing on her face as Peter opens his hands and the crayon is in one piece. “Thank you, Daddy!”

“You’re very welcome, baby. You go and finish your card before Aunt May wakes up, yeah?”

“Okay. Love you, ‘Addy,”

“I love you, too, Princess. Off you pop,” He smiles, ruffling her hair as she grins up at him before dashing off towards her card again. Peter sighs quietly as he stands up, turning towards Tony. The older man is stood in the same position he was when they were talking, a small smile on his own face. “Mr Stark?”

“She’s yours?” Peter looks up sheepishly at his mentor, nodding slowly. “You’re really good with her,”

“Thanks,”

“I mean it.” He says, eyes flittering between the teen and his child. “How old is she?”

“Just turned three,” Peter smiles as he looks towards where she’s digging through her pencil case and pulling out a page of stickers. Tony whistles lowly.

“And you raised her yourself?”

“Well, May helped. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Tony agrees, nodding. “Not what I meant, though,”

“What?” Peter looks up at him, confused, before his face clears. “Oh. Yeah. There were…complications. With the birth. She, uh…she didn’t make it,”

“Oh. I’m sorry, kid.” Peter shrugs, looking down at the floor. “Must be tough,”

“Just the cards we were dealt, Mr Stark,” He turns his face away and he rubs his eyes as subtly as he can. Tony is nice enough not to mention it, turning his own head away. “Anyway. I’ve got Leia. I’ve got a little bit of her with me every day.”

“And you loved her?” Peter sighs softly as he wraps his arms around himself, still not meeting Tony’s eyes.

“We were fourteen, Mr Stark. I loved her for what I knew love to be,” They stood in silence for a few moments, both unsure of what to say. “I miss her a lot.”

“Does Leia know about her?”

“Yeah,” Peter smiles softly. “There’s some pictures of her in my room and we visit her grave and I tell her stories a lot. I’m not sure Leia understands what I’m talking about, but she always asks about her,” His smile turns sad as he talks, eyes on Leia the whole time. “She’s the spitting image of her,”

“She’s beautiful, Pete,”

“Yeah,” Peter looks back up at Tony, meeting his eyes for the first time in this conversation. “Yeah, she is,” They watch Leia together in a comfortable silence, the peace only breaking when Leia speaks again.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, darling?” Peter crouches down to pick his daughter up, settling her of his waist. She giggles softly as Peter spins her around, the teen grinning down at her.

“I’m hung’y, Daddy,”

“Well, that just won’t do, will it, princess?” Leia shakes her head quickly, eyes widening and hair falling in her face. “Come on, then. Let’s see what we’ve got,” As Peter crouches down again to shuffle through his bag, Tony clears his throat.

“There’s a café across the road, kid. Go and get a proper meal. Something warm. I know you’ve not had anything proper today,” When he notices the hesitation on Peter’s face, he continues quickly. “I’ll stay with Aunt Hottie. I’ll call you if anything happens,”

“I…I don’t know, Mr Stark. I don’t want to leave her,”

“Okay, then,” Tony sighs and bumps their shoulders together softly. “I’ll take little miss to the café. Get her a proper meal, at least. You stay here with May, get some rest, and we’ll bring you something back, right, Miss Parker?” Leia giggles quietly, nodding up at Tony and smiling.

“I can’t ask you to do that, Mr Stark,” Peter sighs as he stands up again, Leia’s arms still tangled together behind his neck, legs tight around his waist.

“You’re not asking, kid. I’m offering. You need a rest, Peter. Even if it’s just ten minutes while Leia eats,” Peter hesitates for a moment, rocking Leia gently.

“Alright,” He sighs eventually. “Will you be alright with Mr Stark, Leia?” The toddler nods her head as she unwinds her limbs from her father. Peter puts her down on the floor and smiles when she walks over to Tony, tugging his hand.

“Than’ you, Mista Stark,”

“No problemo, Sweetie,” He takes her hand and grins at her, and then looks back up at Peter as they walk up to the door. “Hey, Leia? Did Daddy tell you about the time that he fell over in my lab and broke one of my robots because he saw a spider?”

“No!” Leia giggles, skipping next to the man, looking up at him with wide eyes. Tony smirks when he hears Peter huff behind him.

“Well, I’ve got lots of stories like that that I have to tell you about. Your Daddy falls over a lot, you know,”

Peter smiles as he hears Leia giggle from down the hall.

[orange-waterfalls]

Hugs From The Captain!

Captain Magnum x gn!reader

A/N: hi. it's me. i'm not dead! which is an awful surprise considering the amount of people who WROTE MY OBITUARY yesterday, PREEMPTIVELY in case I did die. but i didn't! so suck on that.(yes this is a markiplier quote no I do not remember what video) anyways here's a soft Magnum fic with a lil angst. as a treat. after fucking MONTHS. I have been kind of experimenting? with like more banter or realistic type of dialogue. just like. lemme know if u think it's good. Rated T for cursing. Fluff and sort of angst. Uhhhh tw: self-doubt, tw: guns, tw: alcohol, tw: drugs. Reader doesn't like. Use guns. Or drink. Or do drugs. Uhhhh I think that's it enjoy!!!

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Hugs From The Captain!

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“Good job, matey!” Magnum yells out when you drop a large sack of coins on the ground. You breathe heavily and your arms are shaking, but by God you carried that shit onto the ship. In the middle of a gunfight, no less!

You don't respond, preferring to hit the deck as bullets continue to fly. You cover your ears with your hands and squeeze your eyes shut tight. No matter how long you'd be on this ship, you were sure you'd never get used to this part. You don't know how long you were on the floor, but when you looked again, two other crewmates were on the floor as well and it was silent. You scramble to your feet and look around, sighing when you notice the other ship sailing away.

"Good job, Y/N!" One of your mates says loudly, still on their stomach on the floor. Ah, yes. Gunshots. Ringing in the ears. Love it.

“Thank--!” You’re cut off with a squeak as Magnum squeezes you in a giant bear hug.

“Aw, you’re doin’ fantastic! That was wonderful! I never thought I’d have such a great first mate!” He turns to another crewmate. “...no offense”

“Some taken…” he sighs and rests his cheek in his hand.

"Mag-" you can't finish before you wheeze a breath out, and the captain takes that as a sign he should put you down. He does, holding your shoulders as you sway, and brushes you off a bit.

"Apologies… I get a bit excited," he flushes.

"You're-" you clear your throat, "you're fine."

"Anywho, let's all celebrate tonight! I have some o' that fancy whiskey in me cabin!" He suggests.

"Fancy?" You croak.

"Ya know. Fancy! The bottle actually has a label on it!"

"Right… uh, sure. We can do that. Ok."

"Fantastic!" He reaches out for another hug but freezes when you flinch away. He plays it off by grabbing a rope and telling the crew what to do.

You sigh in relief. You love the guy, you do, but goddamn he is strong. Sometimes a hug is a bit too forceful. You were sure he's cracked a rib before.

You stand next to him, waiting for him to let you know what you can do, but he just smiles and sets a hand on your head.

"Ye were wonderful today. Yer arms must be tired. Ye should go rest," He explains.

"What? No, I'm fine!" You put your hands on your hips. He squints at your arms, and you look down and notice they're shaking. You let them drop.

"Mm. Go rest," he instructs and you cross your arms before sulking away to your room.

--

You lay on your bed completely still. You'd been in this position for the past 4 hours. It had gotten dark and you were sure you missed dinner.

Ok, fine, your arms hurt before.

But now you couldn't feel your body at all. Everything was completely numb. Maybe carrying a giant bag of gold coins that was nearly the same size as you wasn't the best idea.

You hear the door creak and your heartbeat speeds up but you literally do not move a single muscle.

"Mate? Y'alright?" Magnum asks. You groan in response. That was supposed to be a "yeah". He walks over to your bed and you manage to move your neck a bit to look up at him.

"I have a feelin' yer bein' dramatic." He chuckles, a deep sound that echoes through your room.

"How dare you," You whisper, your throat hoarse.

"It can't be that bad."

"Not everyone is a seven foot tall mass of muscle."

"There's a bit I'm pudge in here too, don't worry."

"Whatever."

"We're celebratin'. Ye wanna come or are ye gonna lay here for another 6 hours?"

So it was 6, not 4.

"Magnum, boss, cap, mate, I don't think I can fucking move, much less dance with you people." Because whenever there's drinking, there will be dancing. You've been here long enough to know that is a fact.

"Here, I have an idea."

"Wha--" He lifts you up like you weigh nothing and you feel your face heat up a bit. He pulls you into a bone crushing hug. Literally. You hear and feel your back crack in several places. He drops you onto your feet and, again, you sway a bit, and again, he steadies you. You stretch your limbs, sighing.

"Uh… thanks. Still don't think I can dance, though..." You scuff the floor with the toe of your boot.

"Eh, thas alright. Ye can sing, can't ye? Ye know a few shanties?" He asks.

"... a few…" You say with a smile.

"Good! I'm sure they'll love to hear ye," He gently sets a hand on your shoulder. He sets it gently on purpose. You know because he was about to slam it down with a force that would probably dislocate your shoulder, but stopped a few centimeters away and made sure to let it down soft.

"Mm. We going now?" You pat the hand on your shoulder.

"If ye want."

"Bet. Let's go."

--

After an hour or so, you had exhausted your voice and all the shanties you knew. Magnum was right, the other crewmates were very excited to hear you sing. They even chanted beforehand. As soon as they recognized the songs they joined in they joined in. They started dancing after a while, too.

You're sitting by a light in the corner, sipping your drink. They're having a lot of fun, and you can't help but smile. You feel… safety. Comfort. Affection. Love.

You love these people. This is your family. This is a group of people who you might have never known if your life had gone just a bit differently. You thanked whatever being is out there in the universe for giving you this… family. This feeling of pure joy.

You hear loud creaking towards you as Magnum approaches. You tilt your head back to look up at him behind you.

"Oi. Ye alright?" He inquires in a voice much quieter than you're used to.

"Yeah, I'm good," You say, matching his volume.

"Ye were actin' like we were goin' ta haveta saw yer arms off," He teases.

"I thought you were!" You defend jokingly.

"I'da been the one to do it."

"Woulda given me a cup of beer and said 'it's basically an anaesthetic'."

"Well, of ye drink enough…" you both chuckle. You look down at your drink and swish it around in your cup a little. You can feel him staring at you and it starts to make you uncomfortable.

"What is it?" You snap a bit on accident. He frowns. "Sorry…"

"Ye sure yer alright?" You groan loudly in annoyance.

"Yes! I am absolutely sure, 100%--"

"Tell me and I'll buy ye a treat next time we get to shore." You both stare at each other for a moment. Your arms are in midair since you were cut off from your dramatics. He had an eyebrow raised and was looking at you suspiciously. You drop your hands onto the table.

"I feel useless." You say bluntly.

"Wha? Why? Did someone say somethin'? I'll shoot them out o' me cannon right now!" Magnum panics.

"See, this is why I didn't want to tell you!" You sigh and fall back in your chair.

"Wha d' ye mean?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"There's no… nobody said anything, I just… I got a bag. One bag!"

"Aye! An' that was very--"

"Mags, they each got at least two. Some even had three. You got seven. Plus a chest."

"Ok, so we're a little… little stronger than ye, what about it?"

"I'm not… useful to you! I'm not as strong, I'm not good in a gunfight, I can barely talk my way out of anything--"

"Ye talked John out of his potatoes."

"I thought his name was Jack?"

"Eh, he-he never corrects anyone. I called him James the other day and nothin'."

"Huh. But that doesn't count. I know him."

"Ye are useful, and even if ye weren't, yer a valuable… valuable? Yea, valuable member of this crew. I haven't seen 'em dance this much in months. I haven't smiled this much in months. Ye are a very important part of me ship. Crew. Me crew."

"...Mags, are you drunk?"

"Not the point. Wha I'm sayin' is we love ye and now we're attached and ye can never leave."

"Ah, I see. C'mon. Bedtime," You stood up and walked over to Magnum, putting a gentle hand on his arm. He squints at it.

"No," He looks up at you.

"Mags…" You warn.

"No," He crosses his arms and leans back.

"Magnum," You cross your arms. Is he really doing this right now?

"Call me captain," He smiles brightly.

"...I'm not doing that," You can't help but smile back.

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Why do you want me to?"

"I like it."

"Ok, Mr. authority complex."

"Stop psychoal… psychoan… psy--"

"Psychoanalyzing."

"Yeah that."

"Only if you get to bed."

"...bah."

"Bah, yourself. Stand up."

"I'm a lil tipsy, it's fine." He says, swaying a little. You put your hand back on his arm and he stares at it as you lead him to his cabin.

"You'll thank me in the morning when everyone has a pounding hangover and you just have a headache." You pat his arm.

"Mm. Mate?" He asks, still staring at your hand.

"Yeah, Mags?" You open his door and let him walk in. He looks at you standing in the doorway with this… weirdly soft look on his face.

"...I love ye." He whispers. Ok, that was way too quiet and a very uncharacteristic thing to say.

"Love you too. You're drunk." You repeat.

"I know. I still love ye."

"Thank you. Go to sleep."

"Cuddle?"

"No, you smell like whiskey."

"Please?"

"No. Love you. Go to sleep."

"G'night."

"Night."

--

"Morning, everyone." You smile over your cup at the tired and annoyed faces that walk through the door. Some mumble a "good morning" back, some only give you a wave, some straight up ignore you. Magnum walks in, visibly doing better than the others, and makes his way to you.

"Uh…" He scratches his beard.

"Hm. Let me guess…" you tap your chin with a finger and raise your eyebrows.

"...thank you." He sighs.

"Called it," You tilt your seat back and put your feet on the table.

"Yeah, yeah…" He grumbles.

“Sleep well?” You sip your drink.

“Eh… yeah…” He says after a couple seconds.

“That’s a hesitation I hear,” You raise an eyebrow.

“Mm… dream was a… a little bad…” He sits in a chair across from you.

“Bad? Bad how?” You tilt your head, and the look he gives you isn’t a very good one.

“Eh, jus’… jus’… mm…”

“Don’t wanna talk?”

“Not… really…”

“Ok. Coffee?”

"Aye." You stand up and get another cup of coffee with a little bit of sugar and some whiskey and hand it to him.

"... sugar 'n whiskey…" he says, surprised for some reason.

"Yeah. You like it that way, right?" You ask, worried you'd gotten it wrong.

"Aye, aye I do…"

"...is something wrong?"

"...no. Nothin'."

"You… sure?"

"Aye."

"Ok… I'm gonna… go see if the others want anything." He nods as you walk away.

That was. Very weird.

You shake your head and walked up to John. James. Whatever.

"Mornin'... Joseph." You say experimentally.

"Mornin', Y/N." He smiles. So, he just answers to anything. Great.

"Need anything? Coffee? Food? Drugs?"

"Why would we need drugs?" Another mate asks.

"For your hangovers, duh." You clap your hand on Jim's (Jake's?) shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll spike your drinks." They all thank you at different energy levels as you leave to get their individual cups of coffee. You feel someone staring at you and turn to see Magnum gazing at you from his seat. He clears his throat and turns away once you see him. You sigh and distribute the cups among the crewmembers. One of them stares at you as you hand them a cup.

"What?" You ask defensively.

"He's in love with you." She comments.

"Yeah, I know…" you sigh and sit down at her table.

"You know? What do you mean you know?!"

"I mean, I know!"

"Do you like him back?"

"That's a difficult question."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I love him a lot but he's a greedy bastard with an authority complex and he hugs way too hard."

"The hugs are not that bad." You give her a look. "Ok, yeah, they are."

"Uh-huh."

"You could… teach him how to hug and see where that gets you?"

"I think I'd hurt his feelings if I suggested that."

"Then just… hug him!"

"What? No!" You whisper-shout to get your point across but also make sure Magnum doesn't hear you.

"Why not?!" She whisper-shouts back.

"That's… weird! I don't give hugs! Hugs are not a thing I give! I get hugs I do not give them!" You both stare at each other for a minute.

"You're touch starved," she raises an eyebrow.

"No shit, so is he."

"One hug! That's it!"

"I refuse."

"I'm sure it'll make him happy!" You pause, thinking about it. He did seem a little upset when you flinched at him. You glared at the pirate and she gave you a shit-eating grin back. She knew what she was doing. Fuck.

"One hug." You hold up your finger to emphasize the point.

"That's all I ask." You point at her and stand up from your seat. You walk over to Magnum. He looks up at you, eyes widening for a moment.

"First mate." He nods.

"Captain," You nod back, "Can we talk?"

"...uh."

"Just real quick? Somewhere private?"

"Uhhhh."

"Magnum."

"Ok. Yea, we can… do that." You nod and began walking towards his cabin. After a couple steps you realize he's not following you and turn around. There he is, sitting at his table.

"Mags?"

"Hm? Oh! Comin'."

He makes his way over to you and enters his cabin. You enter afterwards, shutting the door behind you. You look at him, this 7-and-a-half foot giant of a man, fidgeting. Nervous. You squint at him. How are you gonna go about this?

"You hug too hard." You state. He frowns and drops his hands to his sides.

"Oh…" He says, sounding disappointed. Fuck hurting his feelings, he was gonna hurt your organs, goddamn.

"You need… you gotta be softer. More-More gentle. Like… like, uh…"

"I'm not sure I can--"

"Here, lemme-just…" you shuffle over to him and wrap your arms around his torso. You feel him tense up under your touch. You lay your cheek on him and just squeeze your arms a little. You can't reach all the way around, but it seems to be working pretty well for what you can do. His arms are just frozen in the air, and he keeps moving them just a little, like he wants to hug you back but can't. You inhale a little and smell gunpowder, wood, and coffee. It's a comforting smell, mostly because it's just his, and you can't help but squeeze a little tighter and nuzzle into him. His breath hitches and his heartbeat speeds up. You grin.

You're fucking with him. Not on purpose, but it's happening.

You finally pull away after a few minutes, giving one final squeeze to his midsection before finally stepping back. You look up at him, an innocent smile on your face. He just stares down at you, a blush on his face. His eyes are a little foggy, and you start to get a little worried. Maybe that was… too much, too fast.

"Mags? You okay?" You whispered. He seems to snap out of whatever trance he's in at that because he sucks in a breath and drops his arms.

"Aye! I'm alright! I'm going to uh… go now!" He announces loudly and stomps out of his cabin.

You chuckle as you watch him walk robotically over to the front of the ship, almost tripping over himself and yelling at anyone who laughed. You sigh, shaking your head and sitting on his bed.

You'd wait until he told you about his feelings. You'd wait until he was ready. You could do that... You could do that.

You look out the door again, seeing the crew all working, and him just standing at the wheel. He has a dopey, crooked smile on his face and his hands keep twitching like he can't contain himself. He catches your eye and looks at you. You stick your tongue out and scrunch up your face. He smiles wider and it looks like he chuckles. He looks away, embarrassed. You smile again before standing up and leaving his cabin, planning to ask what you can help with.

Hugs are good enough for now.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Teenage!Chucky x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: There Are Worse Things You Could Do

Notes:

This is, of course, based loosely on the song from Grease that Rizzo sings, ‘There Are Worse Things I Could Do’. 

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is a repressed childhood memory. I know I watched it multiple times, but I forgot everything. This is only barely relevant.

I’m obsessed with teenage!Slashers x Readers... I don't think I’ve written for normal adult Chucky, oops. 

Plot: 

You’re having an emotional night, when all the things build up and you just feel like crap. And on the top of the list? Why, what everyone else seems to think of you, of course! Its always the way.

Don’t worry though, your no-judgment friend comes to lay out the law. There are worse things you could be doing, babe.

And, theirs also romance brewing if you read the bonus part XD 

Warnings: Talk of slut shaming, sexual references, swears- a general PG rating though I think? Not worse then How I Met Your Mother I don't think, except it contains more swears. 

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“Hey, sexy legs. You’re usually in bed by now aren’t you?” Chucky’s voice calls through your open window and your phone, and you look over to see him there rather then at his home, talking to you on the phone. Your eyes widen from surprise, appropriately. As one would do when someone climbs through your window without warning.

“What are you doing here??” You get up quickly and close your bedroom door. Everyone else in the house is asleep, but you aren’t taking any chances, and lock it as well. You should be in bed, honestly. You’re in your pyjamas and everything -Oversized hoodie and undies, -. You know you would probably feel better about… the world in general, or more specifically yourself in this particular instance… if you did go to sleep for a while. You’re aware. You know this. But… no. Something in you says to just stay awake and suffer through it.

Its lovely.

You two sit down on your bed, getting comfy at the headboard beside each other as he explains, coarsely and shortly, that he doesn’t like talking on the phone. You don’t know why you’re comfortable with Chucky -he’s crude and reeks of bad decisions, -, but… eh. You started talking to him at the start of the year since he was the only other person in one of your new classes that didn’t have a friend there, and he stuck like a bad smell. You are pretty attached to it -him, - though, you guess. Gathering a pillow to your chest and raising your knees up to chin level, you chew the inside of your cheek instead of responding again. You don’t know what to say. He knows how you feel right now- maybe he’ll impart some wisdom onto you.

Peaking over at him and his frustratingly untaken care of hair, you roll your eyes. Yeah right. Chucky cant even take care of his, now, thicket of hair.

When he doesn’t say anything, just looks down the bed at your doona cover, you gather the courage to fish for an explanation. “Why are people so mad that I’m a-a... a… “Suddenly, the word ‘slut’ dies on your tongue as your heart makes a pained yelp about it. Usually, you don’t have a problem with the word. Why should you? Its’ just a word. But… but the looks you get from the people who say it, those hit a different hit a different way. And that’s what has messed you up tonight. Cold looks and disgusted mouths, like you’re a used rag… full of fucking STD’s, or something… Touching your lips instead to the pillow, you shake your head. “Why are they so mean?”

You’ve never hurt anyone. Any guy that you engage with is fully aware what’s happening; You never lead them on to think it’s anything more then just sex. And the last thing you would ever do is make someone uncomfortable- in fact, you probably do too much to avoid that possibility.

But people still… you don’t understand. You don’t understand. Why can’t you just do something you like? What do you have to do to make it okay??!

He rolls his head against the headboard to turn and face you. You don’t shy away from his dull, deadly serious gaze. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? People suck.”

“I, don’t suck.” You press your lips firmly together in a straight line. Even if you are feeling crappy, you wont sink into a puddle of self-despising gruel… even if that is, in fact, how you feel inside. Saying it would only make it real, and some things just don’t need to be made real. Fake it until you make it, cry-baby. You nod to him. “You don’t suck… “Then your lips quirk up a bit, to lighten the mood. “Much.”

“No, see, that’s why I hang out with you! So supportive and encouraging.” He forces a grin for your benefit, looking forward again but this time towards the ceiling. Why is he so down, you wonder?

You force a laugh from your chest. “Yeah.” Closing your eyes, enjoying a little bit the cold of the wood of the headboard against your cheek. “I just don’t understand- “

“Y/N.” The sternness and the steely annoyance in his voice suddenly, cause you to open your eyes and see what’s on his face- ah, it matches his voice. “The only thing you haveta’ understand, is that those people that talk about you because you fuck around, are worthless. Bitch,” You raise your eyebrows and widen your eyes at the name he just called you and he let’s out a dry laugh, looking amazed for a moment as he thinks about those people. Then, leaning into you and talking like he has all the wisdom in the world in his head, he assures you. “There are worse things you could be doing. Trust me.”

Letting out a deep breath and the tension, your roll your eyes and turn forward, thinking about that. Its true, you suppose.

Hugging the pillow tighter and scooching over to collapse into his side, suddenly wanting his affection as well as his words, and because you’re drained, you sigh. “Sorry, I don’t feel much better, but thank you for saying that.” It may have been put kind of crudely… or very crudely… but you’re aware that he meant well. So, you are grateful. Wordlessly, like its somehow the most natural thing in the world, like you’ve done this together before which you most certainly haven’t, Chucky situates himself to make you both more comfortable. Raising his arm so you can fit under it and resting it over your shoulders and shuffling to fit better against you. “You want to watch a movie with me?” Honestly, you just don’t want him skipping off just yet.

Its nice to connect this way with your friend.

You didn’t realise how nice it would feel to spend time like this with him. You would be very, very discontented if he left now.

“Yeah, but I’m picking which fucking one. Leave it up to you in this state, and you’ll put in freaken Sound of Music.”

A few minutes later, after Chucky has thoroughly looked through and critiqued, -and you use ‘critiqued’, very loosely. He mostly insults your five movies, - your small DVD stack and put something in, and returned to the bed and your position from before -even throwing the doona over you both, saying his legs are cold. Which, to that, you give him a slow nod. Yeah right. Sure, - Disney’s opening scene plays, with the castle and Tinkerbelle, and you suppress a snort. But you can’t hide the grin, or stop the words from coming out of your mouth. “’Sound of Music’s bad, but ‘101 Dalmatians’ is okay?” The less you think about your feelings before, the less relevant they seem when you look back two minutes in hindsight. You feel more and more your normal self.

“It was this or fucking ‘Chitty Chitty Bang Bang’, and that’s not happening. Your collection sucks.”

“My collection rocks, you dumbass.”

“Shush, its about to start, No talking during the movie.” His eyes are glued to the screen now, as the beginning credits roll. You grin, but scrunch up your nose too.

“Jesus Christ, you’re one of those? - “A wide, spiteful grin rips across his mouth.

“You betcha! Now shut up, theirs a punishment if you talk.”

Quickly, you turn to the TV. “Oh, jeez.” You shut up as he demanded, at the mention of a punishment.

OPTIONAL BONUS! The next morning- you had to see this coming

Waking up in the morning, you rub your eyes and look over to see Chucky’s blurry figure, still fully clothed from what you can tell including his jacket -hopefully not his boots, - you flash the sleeping boy a courtesy smile for how nice he was to you last night and move your stuff body slowly off the bed and out from under the covers. You imagine your stiffness if from staying in one position the whole freaken night- it was nice, but now your back and your arm are dying.

But… as you put up your hair in a quick ponytail and walk by the mirror, ready to get dressed and wait around for Chucky to wake up so you can see him off, you realise something is… missing, here. Looking down immediately, you realise what it is, and your eyes grow wider then ever before. Like, a full on ‘Oh-My-God-I-Didn’t-Even-Realise-Or-Remember!!’ face and you would have gasped loudly if you hadn’t thought quickly and pressed your lips hard together.

Your underwear. Your underwear is what is gone.

“Goddamnit Y/N, tell me you didn’t… “You whisper, panicking shortly as you pull on some clean ones, and then tip toe around the bed, looking for any sign that Chucky’s pants are anywhere but on him. When you don’t find it, you go ahead and pull up the blanket at the end of the bed and check -not pulling up high enough to see anything but his legs below the knee at first, -  that his legs are covered in the pants. You let out more and more of a relieved breath as he continues to be covered all the way up to his waist. If anyone were watching this, they would laugh like a hyena at your antiques and your expression.

But, even as you discover that he still had his bottom garments on, memories come right back to you from the night and you realise how doomed you are.

It happened. It sure did. You and Chucky Ray fucked last night. Oh god! Oh, dear god!

“I mean, thank God I had condoms in here at least?” You mutter to yourself, sinking down on the bed and covering your face in your hands in embarrassment. “Ugh… “

Also, you think as you remember the events, face still in your hands, it was really good. Not the point right now, but you did learn an important thing last night.

It sure ain’t about size- what they say is true. It really is about what you do with it.

Y/N goddamnit that is absolutely not the point here.

“Aghhh, I knowwww… “You whisper back to your own thoughts.

A minute later, Chucky wakes up and you peak over your shoulder at him when he sits up, as guilty as a child with jam on your hands. You don’t actually have any jam of course, but there certainly is a stain somewhere. And a certain sticky sensation still under your underwear. “… Hi Chucky. Do you… happen to remember… what happened last night?”

He but smirks at you.

You respond by deadpanning. Well, in that case, you’re not embarrassed anymore either. Getting up, you scratch the back of your head and move to goon with your day. Shower, first of course. “Okay, well if you’re done here I gotta take a shower and clean up what is probably a nasty mess,” You squint pointedly at him. “That you left, wherever you dropped the condom.” You can’t imagine Chucky was courteous and found a bin for it.

“Goodbye kiss?”

“Wh- “You look back at him from the bedroom door that you were about to leave out of, see him grinning and roll your eyes. Ah, joking. He’s joking. Funny man! Not that you would have kissed him it was a legit request… aha, not at all! You didn’t want that! … hahahaha… “You’re very funny.” Then your eyes widen, and you rush back to your dresser for your body lotion. “Oh! I forgot my- “Focusing on rifling through your dresser, you don’t really pay attention to what Chucky is up to. You do hear him get out of the bed, but you suspect he’s headed for the window. When you find the pretty purple bottle, you go to turn and waive bye to him but end up stuck in place.

He's behind you, and his hands are on your hips again. Keeping you in place this time as you hug your lotion bottle and look like a deer in headlights, vaguely sceptical about this, and find his eyes in the mirror. “… yes?”

“Y/N, I was serious about that goodbye kiss.” A wicked grin catches his eyes that sends a surprising, new feeling down from your heart to… let’s just say another place... “Unless you want me to join you in the shower.”

For a moment you just pause and take in the moment for what it is- very arousing and also the beginning of a wonderful new chapter in your friendship. Then you scoff and smack him gently with the purple lotion bottle. “My parents are awake now, are you crazy? Now go home, I’ll text you later.”

You turn around, as if you’re going to fly past him and out the door but he manages to press forward in time and stick you to the dresser, hands on your waist and knee between your legs now. With the golden morning light slipping through the still open window from last night that he had crawled through, in the perfect light of day and not the secret stars, like you’re actually a couple, Chucky gives you a kiss that you reciprocate all too eagerly. Its just as good as last night, maybe better.

“… Hey Y/N? I have a solution to your problem last night that I think you’ll like. By definition, a slut is a woman who has many fuckbuddies. I have a special onetime only proposition for you babe that’ll grind that number down to just one.”

[light679]

Before the Show

Piers x OC request by a tumblr who wishes to remain anonymous in a scene where Piers sneaks into her dorm for some quick cuddles and comfort after not seeing her for a few weeks 

This was really fun to write, and I hope you enjoy! :3 Post is under the cut!

Elise flopped onto her bed, tossing her bookbag haphazardly on the floor as she entered her down room. Her Altaria fluttered to the corner chair of the room, gazing at its trainer with a worried look. Today had been a particularly long day, and she was thankful to have her dorm room to herself that evening, alone enough to let herself unwind from the exhausting and anxiety that had crept up on her throughout the day. Besides the massive amount of assignments as readings her professors at Hammerlocke University had assigned, she’d made the mistake of checking her phone between courses, noting several texts from her mom. Naturally, her mom wanted her to come home to visit that weekend, most likely to make sure she was keeping up on the various extracurriculars her mom had forced on her throughout primary schooling: music, language studies, gymnastics. Maybe even to show off her many ‘talents’ to her mom’s high-class friends. As if she wasn’t already stretched thin enough with the expectations of university. As if her perfect grades weren’t enough. And, of course, it was unlikely Valenia would let Elise wear one of her own designs at home; she was always expecting Elise to be dressed to absolute perfection all the time.

That was one thing about university that she was thankful for: the chance to dress and express herself the way she wanted without her mother’s constant eye on her. Of course, she never knew exactly when or if her mother would drop by for an unexpected visit, so she kept her appearance still relatively put-together overall, but it was still nice to be able to put her hair in a ponytail on days where she was more tired, rather than curling each strand to perfection for hours in the morning. Lately, it seemed like she was having more ponytail days than not.

“I should really start my reading,” Elise groaned to her Altaria, throwing an arm over her eyes as if to physically block herself from the idea of more work. The flying type chirped warily, not taking its eyes off its tired trainer. She sighed. “You’re right, I’m too tired. I just…I just want…” she trailed off.

In all reality, she knew what she wanted. What Elise wanted more than anything was to sneak over to Spikemuth to wrap herself in her boyfriend, Pier’s arms, letting him hold her as she worked through the conflicting emotions of the day. It had been weeks since she’d had the chance to go seen him, her college responsibilities and her mom keeping her busy constantly. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear her mom was keeping her so busy because she’d found out about the relationship and was trying to keep her from it. But Valencia wasn’t that passive. If Elise’s mom knew about the relationship, there’d have been blatant orders to end it by now. Valencia didn’t hide behind games or tricks; she said exactly what she thought of her daughter.

Either way, she missed Piers. With the Spikemuth Gym Leader, she didn’t have to pretend to her perfect all of the time. He understood her struggles, her anxieties. As someone who had to shoulder a lot of responsibility at a young age, Piers felt those anxieties himself. He understood the pressure to be constantly on the top of his game, always pleasing everyone around him, especially when it came to his younger sister. Marnie was always looking up to her older brother, cheering him on at every match and every concert. Piers’ loud music and battling wasn’t particularly something Elise fancied herself, but she was happy to hear about it whenever Piers talked about his passion. Of course, those things also brought up some anxieties for the man, but once he pushed past them and was able to focus on the things he enjoyed about them, Elise loved the way his eyes lit up whenever he spoke about them. He really was beautiful when he smiled, something he tried not to do very often around others to maintain his edgy look, but Elise was usually able to bring out his softer side. Oh, how she craved to have his arms around her now, hearing his low, melodical voice whispering sweet nothings into her ear to help her relax from the stressful day.

A sudden sound at her window shook her from her reverie. Altaria, who was close to the window, jumped and squeaked nervously, fluttering to hide behind Elise, who instead ran to the window. She opened it, looking down to the ground-which was a floor below hers- and gasped at the person who appeared there. As if her thoughts had summoned him, Piers stood beneath her window, looking ready to throw something at the window. “What are you doing here? You could get in so much trouble!” She hissed down at him.

At the sight of her open window, the dark-type trainer smiled and began scaling the tree that stood just outside her window. The movements were awkward, seeing as Piers wasn’t much for strength training, or working out in general, but he made it quickly to the top. “Hey Princess,” he said softly when he slid into her room, wrapping her in a hug immediately. The smell of him overwhelmed- and calmed her. Piers always smelled like a mixture of his hair products, a slight twinge of perspiration from his intense singing or battles (though it always smelled pleasant to Elise), and a few other things that Elise couldn’t put a name to that were unique to the town of Spikemuth. Tonight, rather than having his hair in its usual spiky hairdo, Piers wore his hair in a loose, low ponytail, letting his soft white and black locks fall behind him naturally. “I missed you,” Piers said, kissing the top of her head as he rocked her gently back and forth in the embrace, almost as if they were slow dancing.

Elise pulled back slightly to look into his icy blue eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I’ve been so busy, and my mom-“

Piers placed a finger on her lips gently, guiding her to the bed, where he sat back against the headboard and gestured for her to rest her head in his lap. “It’s alright love, I know you’ve been busy. You don’t haveta apologize. Don’t worry ‘bout me, I may die of loneliness with you gone, but I’ll live.” His dainty fingers picked up a loose strand of her hair, twirling it around his finger. “Why don’t you tell me about your day?”

Elise sighed, closing her eyes as she spoke. “It was just so long, I have all of these assignments coming up and no time to get everything done. Not with my mom breathing down my back every second of the day, expecting me to somehow keep up with everything she wants me to while trying to make it on my own. I-I just feel like I get closer to my breaking point every day, I…” a few tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she spoke. “I feel like I’m never going to measure up to what she wants, let alone even figuring out what I want. It’s just too much. Maybe I’m not cut out to be a designer if I crack under all this pressure.”

“Princess…” Piers whispered softly, gently brushing the tears from her cheeks. “It hurts me to see you so sad. Yer so talented. Every time I wear your designs on stage, my fans go wild. They love you. I love you. Yer mum is crazy to not see that. I’ll be yer biggest fan, no matter what you decide you want to do.” The dark-type trainer gently slid the elastic band that held her ponytail in place, gently stroking the dark locks that splayed out across his lap. Piers always loved her hair, no matter how she wore it. Of course, the ponytail look was his favorite; Piers knew it was her secret way of rebelling against her mom’s expectations. Besides, having her hair up got some of those wild locks out of her face so that he could better see her beautiful features. Before she knew what was happening, he was gently twisting her hair into a braid, twining the dark locks together in a perfect twist. She smiled up at him to see his icy blue eyes just as wet as her own.

“Piers? What’s wrong?” Elise asked, twisting so that she was sitting in front of him, meeting his gaze with her own.

“Nothin’ love, I’m just thinkin’ about you. I was so alone before I met you. Sure, I had Marnie an’ all, but it gets pretty lonely sometimes, being a Gym Leader and singer. Everyone wants to get to know you for yer fame and title, but no one takes the time to get to know the real you. But you, Princess…you don’t care about any of that. I’m not sayin’ you solved all the problems in the world, but you saved me.” His face was beet red with the admission; Piers wasn’t usually so outwardly verbally affectionate.

Elise felt her eyes water again, her throat growing heavy as she took in his words. “I love you too,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him. His arms wrapped around her once again, pulling her close to his chest so that she could rest her head against his chest. It was her turn to twirl his hair around her fingers, playing with his well-kept locks. Piers noticed the way her movements slowed, her hand slowly lowering as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Piers smiled. He loved to see Elise in such a state of peace. As someone who also was tired constantly from lack of sleep and from feeling like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, he understood just how important sleep was to his beautiful girlfriend. She always looked so calm and at peace whenever she did, especially when he talked or sang to her. He checked his phone. It was getting pretty late, every minute parking closer to the concert he was supposed to sing at that night. Of course, he hadn’t told Elise that he’d have a concert tonight, she was stressed enough as it was without having to deal with worrying about getting him back to Spikemuth in time. But his fans could wait. Above all else, Piers missed his Elise, his princess, the light to his dark existence. He brushed his hand gently against her cheek as she slept, her arms wrapped loosely around him.

“I love the way yer so at peace with me here, in yer happy little dreamland,” he said, thinking about the last word. Dreamland. He could almost picture his new song. “In my dreamland, I’m with you always, far away from reality, your eyes are so bright just like the stars we dream under. Am I there in your world with you? Do you dream of me just as I dream of you? Is my voice the reason behind your smile under your starlit dream?” He sighed, happy with the melody he’d created just then. New ideas for songs always came to him so easy when he was with Elise. She was his muse, his inspiration. Of course, since their relationship was incredibly private, his songs were heavily coded to protect her, but that didn’t mean every one of his new songs wasn’t about or inspired by her in some way.

“Goodnight Princess,” he murmered softly as he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, gently slipping out of her tired grasp and setting her down onto the pillow gently. Thank Arceus Elise was a heavy enough sleeper once she was completely out and hadn’t yet woken when he had to slip out of her place. He’d be a little late to his concert, but that was the least of his problems, and the last thing on his mind as he climbed awkwardly back down the tree. The first thing on his mind, of course, being his beautiful Elise.

[plaidbooks]

A get your ass over here imagine with sonny?

"Get. Your. Ass Over. Here," you said through clenched teeth.

Sonny threw up his hands before dramatically hanging his head and coming over to where you were on the couch, laptop nestled in your lap. You've been online, chatting with a lawyer for about an hour now, while Sonny did everything he could to not join you.

"Do we haveta do this right now? Look, we're both actually off for once at the same time! We could be doing literally anything else--"

"It's easier if we're both here, Sonny. Please; it'll only take a few hours and--" "--hours?!--"

"--and then it's done. I don't want to be be worrying about this later, okay?"

He sat down next to you, arms crossed. You didn't blame him; setting up life insurance and wills for you both wasn't the happiest of subjects. But with your careers in law enforcement, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"I just...don't wanna think about ya dyin' doll, not yet," Sonny muttered. "I feel like we only just got married."

You smiled down at you wedding ring, its match on his finger. "We've been married a year, babe. It's about time we thought about the future--"

"I've thought about kids with ya, our own family," he grunted.

"I know you have. But we need to think further. Especially, God forbid, if something happens on the job. I want to make sure you and the kids will be covered." Without me, you thought, but you couldn't say it out loud.

Even so, Sonny's expression softened, and he uncrossed his arms to wrap one around your shoulders. "You're not allowed ta die in the line of duty...or before me, understood?"

"I'll try my best," you replied, giving him a soft smile. He returned it for a moment before leaning down to kiss you slowly, as if he was trying to commit the feel of your lips, your tongue, to memory.

"Dominick," you breathed against his lips, "we can memorize each other later, after we figure all this out."

He pressed his lips to yours again, for just a moment, before huffing. "You're no fun."

You chuckled, smacking his chest, and he laughed with you before leaning back to give you space. Soon enough, smiles faded, and you both go to work.

[evolsinner]

⊱┊7

"best friennnnd!"

i hear someone holler from over the food court, which isn't the best thing to do 'cause i'm tryna like draw the least bit of attention to myself. but ANYWAY, i glance over my shoulder.

“over here!” larissa waves her hand up in the air.

when i spot her, the wildest grin forms on her round chocolate hued face. she runs and smashes her body into mine, giggling and squeezing me like a balloon one wants to pop. i try to regain my balance, overwhelmed by the force.

"i missed you soooo much!" she squeals. "so, so, so much!"

"wow, okay, okay!" i steady her. "remember, i'm still 'missing' so..."

"right, yeah, of course," she steps back, her hands resting on my forearms. "so how’ve you been? living it, i'm assuming?" she gives me a sinful wink.

i blush, “something like that.”

“daymnnn,” she hits my shoulder. “you're so gonna have to tell me literally every detail ~ over popcorn of course, and a movie."

“can’t wait.”

“cute hair, gurl,” she sweeps her fingers through my chin length hair. “suits ya.”

“thanks. hey, what was it that you so desperately needed to tell me in person?"

"can't you tell?" she raises her eyebrows, stepping back.

"umm… nope?"

"i'm pregnant, rosé."

my eyes open so widely that cold air hits the areas of my sclera where it doesn't normally. "oh my fucking god, no way!" i look at her stomach and notice the cutest roundest baby bump. "you've always talked about wanting a baby, i just didn't think it'd happen so soon."

"um, yeah, it just sorta happened," she shamefully cringes.

"okay, well, just so you know i'm super happy for you! and excited! and i'll support you no matter what. how does andrew feel about it?"

she opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

"wait, don't tell me he isn't ready for it?" i question alarmingly.

"no, uh, rosé... about drew. we~"

"hey, rosé," a voice greets me from behind her.

i look up and instantaneously turn into a roman statue. it's like i've entered a nightmare in broad daylight. the scene dims to pitch black and the spotlight only shines on him.

"you two catch up okay?" he asks nonchalantly.

my orbs dart back and forth between him and my best friend. this cannot be what i'm thinking it is. larissa nods at me gleefully and that pretty much confirms it. the figure behind her steps closer, handing one slurpee to larissa and attempting to hand the other to me.

"what the fuck is he doing here?" i smoulder at larissa.

"rosé, wow, rude much? aha…" larissa giggles nervously with a confused frown. "he's with me. we're together," she interlocks her arm with his.

i almost puke in my mouth. "theo jameson, really? this must be a joke, right? please tell me it is," i chuckle in disbelief.

"why would this be a joke?" she questions condescendingly.

i stare at her, in shock.

she rolls her eyes and excuses herself from theo. "hey, look, babe," she walks me a few feet away, "i know you guys had a thing in the past and whatever, but i didn't think that that'd be a problem since, y'know, now that you're with sir and all."

"except, larissa, i warned you about him. you shouldn't be with him. he's…he's not good for you."

"a curiosity i still don’t understand," she shoots back and waits for me to explain. when she figures out that i won’t be giving her an explanation anytime soon, she sighs, "i know i should've asked you first before going out with him. i broke the girl code. sooo sorry. pwease forgive me?" she pouts.

i take a deep breath in, facing theo. "can we talk ~ privately?"

he glances at larissa for confirmation and she shrugs at him. i walk a fair distance away with theo following me. when i turn around, he just stands there with a smirk on his face.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" i demand an answer.

"nothing," he replies casually. "just here with my girlfriend. heard she was meeting up with an old friend and who knew? kinda missed ya too."

"stop fucking around."

"uh,” he scratches the back of his head, “rosé, i'm not."

"what is your game?”

he rolls his eyes, "i love her."

"no, you don't. you don't love her. you're not capable of love. you're not capable of any~"

he scoffs, intercepting me, "so fucking dramatic," and plays footsie or something with the fucking ground.

"..you r.." i blink hard and start again. "you assaulted me!"

theo takes a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure no one overheard. he fake smiles like 'everything's fine here' at a group of girls staring at us before returning his attention back to me. "could you fucking say that any louder?" he seethes, stepping forward and into my personal space.

"why? scared someone is gonna~"

"i!" he says super loudly to purposely get me to shut up. "i wanted to apologise for…if i caused you any harm."

"you did cause me harm."

he exhales exhaustively, not sincere in his mannerisms at all.

"which is why you're gonna haveta fucking listen to me very carefully," i notice larissa coming back so i speak quickly. "after this day, you will stay away from her. don't talk to her, don't look at her, don't even breathe in the same room as her. understand me?"

he leans in and whispers, "did you forget the fact that i'm the baby daddy? i mean, the only reason i did it was 'cause i'd get to spend more time with you."

i’m speechless.

if larissa knew the kind of person this guy really is, she would not only be crushed, but she would be stuck with him. literally stuck. he made sure of it with his stupid little sperm. plus, it's not like i'm not already stuck between them.

what the fuck do i do now?