#he will always be the best character of all time to me.

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oh my goddd I just read the Monster trio & pregnant reader fic and i loved it.

Could you write about them as baby dads?

🫵 Made Him a Dad

after the pregnancy and labor let's see they’re doing as newly dads?

a/n: tried to not be repetitive but it was hard lmao

also a special thanks and credits to @katsukis-foxie6 for giving me some ideas, espcially for sanji's ❤︎❤︎❤︎

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji

words count: around 0.9k - 1.3k each

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── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The Straw Hat crew was anchored at a small island, taking a rare break after a long stretch of adventures. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the ship as you cradled your baby girl, Dawn, in your arms. She was only a few months old, but her presence already seemed to brighten every corner of the Thousand Sunny. Her tiny hands wrapped around your finger, and the sound of her soft giggles filled the air.

Luffy, his usual exuberance toned down just a bit, sat across from you, his eyes locked on Dawn with a mixture of pride and awe.

“She’s so cute, y/n,” Luffy said with his signature grin, his voice filled with warmth “Look at her! She’s already so strong! I bet she’s gonna be a great pirate!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at Luffy’s enthusiasm “She’s barely even walking yet, Luffy. Maybe let’s wait a few years before we start recruiting her into the crew.”

Luffy’s face lit up “Oh, at her age I already wanted to be the king of pirates!" He turns to look at you and your serious face kinda scares him "...Y-yeah, we should let her grow a little first! But she’s gonna be the best, I just know it! I’ll teach her everything I know!”

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from the shore, and you looked up to see none other than your grandfather-in-law, Garp, strolling toward the ship with a big grin plastered on his face.

“Oi, Luffy!” Garp shouted, his signature Marine coat fluttering behind him “I heard you had a kid! About time you stopped being such a carefree idiot and started taking responsibility!”

Luffy jumped to his feet immediately, his eyes widening with excitement “Grandpa! You’re here!” He grabbed Dawn from your arms before you could even protest, holding her in front of Garp with the same proud grin he always wore “Look! This is my daughter!”

You stood up and approached them with a smile, watching Garp’s reaction carefully. Garp stared down at the tiny bundle in Luffy’s arms, his usual gruff expression softening as he regarded her.

“She’s tiny,” Garp muttered, squinting at Dawn, but his voice held a strange tenderness “I didn’t think Luffy could make something this cute.”

Luffy puffed out his chest with pride “She’s gonna grow strong, just like me! And she’s gonna be a great pirate!”

Garp grunted, crossing his arms “A pirate, huh? You’ve got a long way to go if you’re gonna make her one of your little nakama, brat.”

Luffy beamed, clearly not bothered by the teasing “I’ll make sure she’s ready! Right, Dawn?” He shook her gently, making silly noises that caused her to giggle. Dawn’s tiny fingers grasped at Luffy’s hand, and it seemed like the whole world stopped for a second.

Garp let out a low chuckle, his usual gruff demeanor melting a bit as he saw the deep love in Luffy’s eyes “Well, kid, looks like you’re serious about being a dad. I can’t believe it, but I guess you’ve really grown up. She’s got your stupid grin, that’s for sure.”

Luffy looked over at you with wide eyes, his face flushed with excitement “Grandpa likes her! He said she looks like me!”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with affection for both your husband and daughter “She has your smile, alright” you said gently, brushing a strand of hair from Dawn’s face.

Luffy beamed, clearly feeling validated by Garp’s approval “I’m gonna teach her all kinds of stuff! How to eat a ton, how to never give up on your dreams, and how to make sure the meat’s always cooked perfectly! She’s gonna be awesome!”

Garp raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a smirk “Well, she’s not gonna be a pirate, that’s for sure.”

Luffy blinked in confusion “Huh? What do you mean? She’s gonna be the greatest pirate ever!”

Garp crossed his arms, grinning mischievously “No way. I’ve seen what happens when you let brats like you run wild. She’s gonna be a Marine, just like her old grandpa.”

Luffy’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief “What?! No way! She’s gonna be a pirate! You can’t stop that!”

Garp laughed, thoroughly amused by Luffy’s reaction “Oh, I can see it now: ‘Little Dawn, future Marine Admiral!’ No pirates for her! She’ll be the one taking you down one day.”

Luffy’s face scrunched up in determination “No! You’ll see! She’ll be a pirate! And she’s gonna be the best one there is!”

You chuckled softly at their bickering, watching as Garp playfully ruffled Luffy’s hair and then glanced down at Dawn.

“She’s got a strong spirit, though,” Garp admitted with a sigh, softening just a little “I can tell she’ll be a handful, just like her old man. But I’ll make sure she knows the proper way to punch things if she ever tries to follow in your footsteps.”

Luffy grinned, not giving up on his dream “I’ll make sure she’s ready to punch things too—pirate things!”

Garp snorted and let out a deep laugh “Well, kid, you’ve got a good one here. Just don’t be surprised when she ends up in a Marine uniform one day.”

Luffy huffed but looked down at Dawn lovingly “We’ll see about that.”

As the sunset painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, you felt the promise of a new journey unfolding, one with your family at the heart of it all. With Luffy by your side and Garp giving his usual advice, there was no doubt that little Dawn would grow up surrounded by love, adventure, and laughter, her own future as bright as the sun setting before you.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

Your daughter, barely a few months old, has her tiny fingers wrapped around his index finger, her grip firm, almost unrelenting. Zoro raises an eyebrow as he tries to gently pull away, but she refuses to let go, her tiny face scrunching up in determination.

“Damn,” he mutters, glancing at you as you sit beside him, amused “She’s strong.”

You laugh softly, leaning against his arm “Like her dad.”

Zoro doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he watches your daughter with an unreadable expression, his free hand absentmindedly running over her soft, wispy hair. The moment lingers, quiet, thoughtful, before he finally speaks again.

“No,” he says, voice low “Like her mom.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. When you look up at him, you see the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers twitch slightly against your daughter’s back. He’s thinking about something serious. Something deep.

Zoro’s gaze flickers to you, intense in that way only he can be “That day…” He exhales sharply through his nose. “And not just that day. The whole damn time. Pregnancy, labor... all of it. I thought I knew what strength was, but I didn’t. Not really.”

Your chest tightens. Zoro isn’t one to put things into words often, but when he does, he means every syllable.

“I couldn’t do anything at all,” he admits, still staring at your daughter’s tiny hand around his finger “I just had to sit there and watch while you went through all of it. No fight I’ve ever been in, no injury I’ve ever had... it’s nothing compared to that.” He finally looks back at you, eyes dark with something raw “You’re stronger than me, y/n, believe me.”

You feel your breath catch.

It’s not just the words, it’s also the way he says them, with complete sincerity. Zoro, who has trained his entire life to be the strongest swordsman, means it. He believes it.

You squeeze his arm gently, your voice soft “Zoro…”

He huffs, shaking his head as if the thought still overwhelms him. Then, his expression softens just a little as he looks down at your daughter again. She’s still gripping his finger tightly, completely oblivious to the weight of the moment.

Zoro smirks faintly “She’s lucky to have you as her mom” he mutters.

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest “She’s lucky to have you as her dad.”

He doesn’t answer right away, but you catch the way his grip on your daughter shifts slightly, gentler, but still firm. Protective. Always.

She might have his strength, but Zoro knows exactly where it comes from.

And he’ll never forget it.

Zoro started to be protective towards her since you first announced your pregnancy.

He’s that type of super stressed dads who keeps running around following every single thing she does so that he can catch her if needed. All this with always a big blush on his face.

But it’s not that bad that he controls her bec, in fact, right now, your one-year-old daughter is standing in the middle of the deck, holding onto Luffy’s index fingers as he swings her back and forth like a human jump rope. Every time he lifts her up, she squeals in delight, kicking her little legs mid-air before landing on the deck.

“Again! Again!” she demands, her tiny fists gripping Luffy’s fingers with ridiculous strength.

Zoro, standing nearby with his arms crossed, scowls “Oi. Don’t drop her.”

Luffy grins, stretching his lips wide “Don’t worry! I won’t!”

You, sitting on a crate just a few feet away, shake your head with a sigh “She’s fine, Zoro. Look at her, she’s having fun.”

Zoro doesn’t budge, arms still crossed “She’s one wrong step away from flying into the ocean.”

Luffy gasps, looking at Kazuki with sparkling eyes “You wanna fly?!”

“Luffy, NO.” you and Zoro shout at the same time.

Kazuki claps her hands “Fly!”

“NO,” Zoro repeats firmly, glaring at Luffy “You are not throwing my kid.”

Luffy pouts “But she’s got a strong grip! She wouldn’t even let go—”

“Luffy,” you say, rubbing your temples “let’s not test her durability today, please.”

Luffy sighs dramatically but doesn’t argue. Instead, he lifts Kazuki up and plops her on his shoulders, holding onto her tiny hands so she doesn’t wobble off.

Zoro mutters under his breath but doesn’t stop it. At least Luffy’s holding onto her.

Sanji chooses this moment to stroll onto the deck, cigarette between his lips but dropping it as he walks towards Kazuki “There’s my little princess,” he coos, hands in his pockets “You hungry, sweetheart?”

Kazuki, who has long since associated Sanji with food, beams “Yummy?”

Sanji grins “The yummiest. I made you something special.”

Zoro immediately frowns “What did you make her?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Relax, moss-head. Just some soft fruit and rice balls.”

Zoro doesn’t move “You sure there’s nothing weird in it?”

Sanji bristles, instantly getting in his face “Weird? She’s a baby, you muscle-brained swordsman! What the hell do you think I’d put in her food?”

You sigh, standing up to intervene before they actually start fighting “Okay, okay, both of you calm down. Sanji, thanks for making her food. Zoro, you really do look stressed, why don’t you go take a nap? I’ll stay with her.”

“I’m good, I’ll go later… don’t worry” he says softly but still watches like a hawk as Sanji hands Kazuki a tiny rice ball. She immediately grabs it with both hands and shoves it into her mouth, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk.

“Good?” Sanji asks, kneeling to her level.

Kazuki chews, sways on her little feet, then beams “Good!”

You smile and ruffle her hair “Say ‘thank you,’ Kazu.”

Kazuki tilts her head, then garbles around the mouthful of rice “Fanku.”

Sanji clutches his chest like he’s been shot “Ohh, my sweet little angel, you’re so polite—”

Zoro scoffs “Don’t act like you raised her.”

Kazuki points a chubby little finger at Zoro and proudly declares “Dada’s idiot.”

Silence.

Then the crew loses it.

Luffy collapses onto the floor, clutching his stomach. Nami has to lean against a barrel, wiping tears from her eyes. Sanji turns away, shoulders shaking with laughter. Even Robin chuckles from where she’s reading in her chair.

Zoro stares at Kazuki, completely betrayed.

You, barely containing your laughter, kneel beside her “Sweetheart, don’t call your daddy an idiot.”

Kazuki tilts her head, as if deep in thought. Then, just as serious, she looks back at Zoro and says—

“Dada’s big idiot.”

Zoro groans so loud it nearly rattles the ship.

Luffy wheezes. Nami nearly falls over. Usopp actually falls over.

You bite your lip, but it’s no use, you’re laughing too.

Zoro glares at all of you “I blame all of you for this... y/n, stop it”

Kazuki, sensing she’s won, lifts her arms up to Zoro. He sighs, scooping her up, resting her against his chest. She immediately nuzzles into his shoulder, letting out a happy little hum.

“Dada” she murmurs.

Zoro exhales, the corner of his lips twitching despite himself. He presses a kiss to her hair, murmuring, “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I like you, brat.”

You step closer, resting a hand on his arm “You love her” you tease.

Zoro scoffs “Obviously… unlike you, she doesn’t know what she’s saying”

You go and leave a quick peck on his lips “You’re my lovely big big idiot”.

He blushes like crazy.

Kazuki looks up, sleepy “Dada?”

“Hm?”

She grins “Dada’s big big idiot.”

The crew howls with laughter.

Zoro sighs so deeply, but even as the teasing continues, he holds Kazuki a little closer.

She’s happy, safe, and in his arms. That’s all that matters.

That afternoon, you find them sleeping adorably together, in the same napping position. Smiling, you take a blanket and gently cover them both. Zoro stirs awake, thinking the baby has moved, something that makes you smile even more, knowing how hard it usually is to wake him. When he sees it’s you, he reaches for your hand and quietly invites you to join them, pulling you in for a cuddle.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

Sanji is soft with her.

Softer than you ever thought possible.

You watch from the doorway as he sits on the edge of your shared bed, cradling your daughter so delicately, like she’s made of glass. His thumb gently strokes over her tiny fingers, his breath slow, steady, controlled. But his eyes hold something else.

Something hesitant.

Something uncertain.

Your heart tightens.

“She’s sleeping,” you whisper, stepping closer “You don’t have to be so tense.”

Sanji barely glances up “I know.”

But he doesn’t relax. Not even a little.

Instead, he just keeps staring at her, as if waiting for something. As if at any moment, she’ll change into something unfamiliar, something he won’t know how to handle.

You sit beside him, curling close, resting your head against his shoulder. One arm wraps around his waist, the other reaching out to trace the soft fabric of the onesie your daughter is bundled in. She shifts slightly, making a tiny sound, and Sanji freezes.

You feel the sharp inhale he takes. The way his fingers twitch, just barely, as if bracing himself.

And suddenly, you understand.

“Sanji.” You keep your voice gentle “What’s wrong?”

He exhales slowly through his nose “Nothing.”

You don’t let that slide. Not with him. Not when he’s never been able to lie to you.

You shift, pulling back just enough to see his face “You’re scared.”

His jaw tenses, his grip on your daughter tightening the smallest bit “Of course I am,” he murmurs “I’ve never done this before.”

You shake your head “No, I know it's not just that.”

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. You can see it all over him, the weight of his past, the fears he won’t say out loud.

So you say them for him... “You’re scared of being like him.”

Sanji flinches.

It’s barely noticeable. A fraction of movement, a flicker in his expression. But you know him too well.

“I’m not,” he starts, but his voice falters “I mean—I would never—”

“I know,” you cut in softly “And she’ll know too.”

His breath shudders “But what if—”

“She won’t be like them, Sanji.” You rest your hand over his, where he’s still holding her so, so carefully “And even if she was, she’d still be ours.”

Sanji swallows hard “I don’t want her to be cold,” he whispers “I don’t want her to feel like she has to earn love. I don’t want her to think—” He stops, jaw clenching “Like I did.”

Your chest tightens.

You knew. Of course you knew. You knew how deep his scars ran, how much he still carried, no matter how much love he poured into everyone else.

You squeeze his hand “She won’t.”

Sanji shakes his head “You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do,” you insist, voice steady “Because you are her father.”

That makes him pause.

“She’s going to grow up knowing love, Sanji. Because you give it so easily, so naturally. Because you would rather die than see her cry. Because when she wakes up at night, you hold her before I can even sit up. Because you—” Your voice wavers, but you press on “Because you are already the best father she could ever have.”

Sanji exhales, shaky, uneven. His grip on your daughter loosens just slightly, his thumb resuming its soft strokes against her tiny hand.

“She’s so small” he murmurs, almost to himself.

You smile, leaning into him again “Yeah. But she’s yours.”

That does something to him.

You feel the tension in his body shift, melting just a little. He looks down at your daughter again, something lighter in his expression now. Something less like fear and more like wonder.

“She’s beautiful” he breathes.

You kiss his shoulder “Like her dad.”

Sanji huffs, but you can hear the warmth creeping into his voice “I hope not. She deserves better than a troublesome cook.”

You nudge him playfully “She has a father who will love her unconditionally.”

Sanji doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he shifts, adjusting his hold on her, drawing her closer. And when he finally speaks, it’s barely above a whisper, so quiet you almost miss it.

“Yeah, she has that.”

Your throat tightens.

You don’t say anything, just slide your arms around him, tucking yourself against his side, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Sanji rests his chin lightly atop your head. He’s quiet for a moment, but you can feel the way his heartbeat slows, steadying.

Then, just as softly, almost like an afterthought, he murmurs, “I was easy to love. My father was just really bad.”

Your breath catches.

It’s not something he’s ever said before, not so plainly, not so simply.

But now, with his daughter sleeping in his arms, with you curled up beside him, with love so clear and so real around him, he finally believes it.

The fears won’t vanish overnight. The scars won’t disappear. But right here, right now, in the quiet of your room, with your daughter safe in his arms Sanji finally lets himself believe it.

He is more than enough.

And he always will be.

The next morning you wake up to chaos.

“Oi, oi, oi, CAREFUL!” Sanji nearly vaults over the table as Luffy lifts the baby girl high into the air, laughing as she squeals in delight “Luffy, she’s not a sack of flour, PUT HER DOWN!”

“She likes it, though!” Luffy beams, spinning in a circle with her in his arms “Right, mini-cook?”

His daughter giggling is the only reason Sanji doesn’t immediately drop-kick his captain into the next century. Instead, he clenches his fists and growls, “If you drop her, Luffy, so help me—”

“Oh, come on, love-cook,” Zoro snickers, leaning back against the railing “You’re acting like she’s made of glass.”

Sanji whirls around to glare at him “You grip your sword too tight, you sit too close, you BREATHE wrong, and I swear—”

“Oh no,” Nami sighs, crossing her arms with a smirk “We’ve lost him.”

Usopp nods dramatically “RIP Sanji. He used to be cool.”

Franky wipes an imaginary tear “Another victim of dad syndrome.”

Sanji ignores them, practically vibrating with anxiety as Luffy tosses the baby just slightly in the air before catching her again.

“LUFFY, I SWEAR TO ALL THE—”

You snort. Loudly.

And just like that, Sanji freezes.

His brain short-circuits because—oh.

You’re laughing.

Not a little chuckle, not a polite giggle. Full-on, tears-in-your-eyes laughter.

Sanji forgets about murdering Luffy, forgets about all the dumbasses around him, because you’re happy.

His shoulders drop. His fists loosen.

Then, as if sensing his shift, his daughter suddenly reaches her arms out for him.

Sanji immediately swoops in, taking her from Luffy and holding her close to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead “That’s enough flying for today, sweetheart.”

Nami smirks “Aww, the overprotective dad act is over already?”

Sanji barely reacts. Instead, he turns to you, watching the way you’re still wiping laughter from your eyes, and—

God.

If this is what family feels like, if this is what love feels like, then he never, ever wants anything else in the whole world.

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— nudes?! (c.sb) ♡

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1k warnings: mention/description of reader’s nudes, brief mention of a blowjob, implication of sexy time at the end, soob has a boner, everyone’s horny synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

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soobin is an honest guy, but he'd have to admit that he's been lying to himself a little when it comes to you.

you, his pretty best friend who he's always been able to tell nearly everything to — everything except for the naughty stuff, the kinks and the turn-ons that he keeps firmly clutched to his chest every time you try to teasingly weasel one out of him.

he has no idea how you can be so casual about that stuff with him, tossing out a joke about the last blowjob you gave while he sits red as a tomato at the mere thought, and as a result he's left with the burning question:

why is it only you that makes me feel this way?

but there's no time to think about that right now as he sits on the edge of your bed, waiting expectantly while you pull your phone out of your back pocket.

one of the things you and soobin had first bonded over was your mutual love for anime, so when you’d told him recently that you want to try cosplaying for the first time at this year's comic con, he readily agreed to be the beta viewer for your costume;

you had already taken the test pictures of yourself as yor from spy x family (merely hearing which character it was had him swallowing hard to begin with) and you're ready to sit down and show him when suddenly the stove timer beeps from the kitchen.

"ah right, the ramen. here - you can just look through them all. let me know what you think i should change!"

"alright," he calls after you as you hand him your phone and skip off to the kitchen.

his heart thumps in his chest the second he sees you in costume, scrolling slowly through the pictures you took, fingers hovering over the screen with the guilty temptation of zooming in a little on your peeking cleavage — shaking his head to himself as if to clear the thought away before scrolling on to the next.

but his brows raise subconsciously the longer he swipes as your poses seem to grow more and more.. he gulps.. provocative....

soobin freezes.

he blinks. once, twice- three times-

"f-fuck."

he stares wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the sight in front of him, a sight he never thought he'd ever get to see, his mind going blank as all of his blood rushes immediately straight down to his cock.

your body,

your naked body,

displayed on the screen in his hands.

you had removed the dress with nothing underneath, still clad in the thigh-high leather heels and golden headpiece, his eyes wandering hungrily over your figure despite every moral warning bell in his head telling him to quickly scroll away.

but instead he swipes to the next one, and your tits- god, your tits- he has to stop himself from groaning as the next picture has you leaning forwards, breasts pushed together deliciously as your tongue sneaks out to trace the fake golden dagger in your hand, and soobin's head is reeling.

he shouldn't be looking at his best friend this way, at these pictures that he clearly wasn't meant to see, he knows it, but.. soobin has obviously been lying to himself for more than a little too long as he swipes and swipes, dizzy as he reaches the end and finally forces himself to turn your phone off, gaze trailing down to the rock-hard bulge in his pants.

he doesn't even have time to wonder how to hide it or what he should do when you come back before he's suddenly jumping out of his skin at the sound of your panicked voice as you rush down the hallway, yelling,

"WAIT! SOOBIN, WAIT!"

he's like a deer caught in headlights as you burst back into your room, quickly coming to the accurate conclusion of what happened as he stares up at you with wide, panicked, guilty eyes, posture stiff and face redder than you've ever seen it before.

even if he were to try sputtering through a poorly executed excuse, he can’t; soobin is speechless.

"um....... okay. so, i.. forgot.. that those were in there."

and as if the fact that you're speaking to him suddenly gears his brain back into motion, soobin's mouth becomes a motor as words fly out of it faster than you even have the chance to answer them.

"i-i’m so sorry, oh my god, i shouldn't have looked! i mean- i- ok, fuck i-i looked, i'm so sorry i swear i'll just forget this ever happened and never talk about it again a-and i'm not a pervert i promise and you can even hit me if you want and- uh, w-wait that's not what i mea-"

"soobin."

soobin shuts up.

he swears that you must be able to hear his heart banging against his ribage as his hands grip the material of his sweatpants, leg bouncing nervously, and he swears he's about to explode or cry or both when your eyes trail down to the impossibly large boner that he forgot to try covering.

(he would have failed anyway).

"soobin..."

his eyes snap back up to yours. something in your tone has shifted and he's not sure what, but...

he inhales shakily as you step closer. the look on your face has his cock throbbing in his pants.

"soobin, do you want me to put the costume on?"

"w...w-what?"

you're so close that if you were to take one more step, you'd be standing right between his legs;

"i can put the costume on for you... and then, if you want..."

you lean in close to his ear.

"i'll let you take it off."

soobin is certain in this moment that he must have saved a nation in his past life to be sitting in this situation right now, as the strangled little moan that accidentally escapes past his lips causes your own to curl up into a smile —

it seems to you that you won't have to pine secretly over your best friend any longer as his hand tentatively comes up to caress your hip, and he breathes,

"yes, please."

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[demigod-shenanigans]

It’s also interesting because BoO even actively brings up how Jason just assumes he’s going to be the one to die. Nor for a second does he even consider Leo dying an option. And that’s very much out of love—Jason stating he likes to be alive but also could never live with himself of he let any harm come to Leo and of course Leo’s life is more important than his.

Jason was raised to be a hero since he’s been three years old. His life has always been worth less than the greater good.

Leo though? For the first several years of his life he had a mom who actively tried to shield him from that. Hera appeared to try and train him and Esperanza said no, not yet, he’s too young.

There’s nothing Esperanza fears more than for her son to grow up into a hero. Not because she doesn’t think he’s qualified, but because heroes don’t live happy lives. Heroes always, always end up dead.

Beryl doesn’t care about that. She only sees Jason’s worth once he grows up to be a great warrior.

Leo takes that role that’s been meant for his best friend and decides that, no, he’s not letting Jason do the dumb hero shit. He’s doing the dumb hero shit, thank you very much. (Both Jason and Leo in their heads justify this with “my life is worth less than yours so it should be me”, which makes me feel absolutely ill actually)

And in my head Leo very much frames it as “I was supposed to be the funny sidekick who dies in act two to motivate the real hero and I couldn’t even get that right” after ToA

I think a lot of my beef with ToA in general (which is a massive problem with Leo but unfortunately not just with him) is that because everyone’s page count is so limited, the only one who gets explored properly is Apollo. Everyone is just kind of there and going through a bunch of awful shit and then we never talk about it!! We never talk about how Leo sacrificed himself outside of the fucking punch line joke! He brings up he slept under a bridge for a month and that basically gets brushed off as a one-off joke! We never properly get to see Leo or Thalia or Reyna grieve properly for Jason because the books don’t have time for that, no matter how important it is for their characters. Frank tries to sacrifice himself to avenge Jason and we barely talk about that either!! And I just find it so frustrating because I care so much about these kids but they all get reduced down to one specific plot point that Riordan felt like he needed to sort out and a lot of the complexities that made these characters interesting just kind of get lost in the larger plot because it doesn’t have time for them.

Also, I’m a little worried about the Hephaestus kids, ngl. Like both times their leaders actually got to be heroes (Beckendorf and Leo), that ended with them sacrificing themselves. You can be more than just the person who provides the tools is good but I hope the rest of them also realizes this doesn’t have to mean fiery death in the process :/

Hands down one of the funniest things about tlh Valgrace is how badly Leo wants them to be in some sort of imbalanced rivalry/prince and stablehand situation but Jason just. Being way too nice for it to work?

Leo: I am worse than you in every way imaginable. I hate your stupid good looks and the fact that you’re this perfect hero and I will never measure up to you.

Jason: Incorrect! Actually you’re incredible and better than me in so many ways and I wish I could do half the stuff you do! You’re so cool! I’m so lucky to know you and love that we’re best friends :D

Leo: …what the hell is happening

[itsriabby]

Mona Lisa - S.H. (Part 1)

actor!steve x makeupartist!reader

Plot: When Steve meets his beloved makeup artist’s replacement, he swears it’s hate at first sight. But… is there truly such a thing?

Trope: enemies x lovers

Warnings: slight slut shaming (Steve is kind of an asshole at first).

Hi!! I thought about trying something new and this came up. I don’t really know if I should continue it so let me know if you like it! Thank youuuu!!!

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“What do you mean she’s not coming?”

Steve was mad. Actually, no, Steve was furious. Angela had been working with him for the first two seasons of the show he was in, and frankly, she’s one of the only people he doesn’t hate in there.

Everyone treats him like this stuck up marionette, either not even looking at him because they’re scared of him, or kissing the ground he walks on, doing things for him like he’s a dummy, as if he can’t take a simple direction. It’s honestly insufferable.

The rest of the cast are nice and all, but he doesn’t really spend much time with them out of character. The only time he felt he could be himself and disconnect for a while was in that chair in the makeup trailer, with that middle-aged woman that treated him like her own son, and who’s now, apparently, getting fired.

“Steve, listen, I get that you’re angry, but she’s not getting the results we were hoping for. This season is filled with gruesome scenes that need some vfx makeup that she’s, quite frankly, not qualified for.” Sam, the showrunner, exhaled, like explaining the situation was a waste of his time.

“How do you know that though? You haven’t even seen-“

“We have. We’ve done a test run on a lot of the looks and even she said herself that it wasn’t “her thing”.” Sam sighed, pinching between his eyes. “Look, she’s been in the business for more than 20 years, and she’s tired of having to learn new advanced techniques to do everything we ask her, she just wants to do the usual screen-ready skin and that’s it.”

“But-“

Sam grabs Steve’s shoulder, softening his expression. “I know you bonded with her. And trust me, I get it, it sucks.” He shrugs nonchalantly “But her job wasn’t to be your friend, it was to do makeup, and it’s not up to par, so she’s out, end of story. Now please do me a favor and go change, the new makeup girl is waiting for you in the trailer.” Sam leaves immediately, leaving Steve to dwell on this unwanted situation.

Not only does he have to come to terms with the fact that Angela won’t be here anymore, he has to deal with the new hire.

He doesn’t want to meet her.

If Angela’s not enough for this, then who did they get to replace her? If 20 years worth of work isn’t good enough, the new “girl” has to be old enough to be her grandma. And he bets she’s one of those stuck up mua’s that stay quiet for two hours and look at you like a project, like you’re a canvas, not a human being. God he really didn’t want to meet her.

No one can compare to Angela. She was real to him, she treated him like he was normal. Plus, he really did see her as a parental figure, and God knows he doesn’t have much of those. But well, as it’s been shown time and time again, everyone leaves him, so what’s one more?

Actually no, that’s not true. Robin’s there, as always. She now has the title “manager” added to “best friend” but honestly, nothing’s changed. She’s always wanted the best for him and held him accountable at the same time, so he couldn’t have imagined someone better for the job.

The kids, Nancy and Jonathan are there too, but he hasn’t really seen them in a long time, and they call as much as they can but it’s not that much. Not that he blames them, they all have their own lives.

He thought making friends in Hollywood would be easier, a fresh start, but its the absolute worst. Not only are the friendships fake and shallow, they have a shelf life of 2 months tops. They adore you and tell you what you wanna hear, and the minute they find their next new shiny friend, you’re out. So he has to admit, he feels pretty lonely.

“Goddamit Steve, I’m not your nanny!” Robin marches into his trailer, walking up to him and yanking him up so he stands up “You were supposed to be in the makeup trailer 30 minutes ago! And that tiny short-tempered producer has been blowing up my ear for 10 minutes straight, so you either go out there or I’ll have to kick his minuscule ass and you’ll face the consequences cause-“

“Ok!ok! I’ll go!” Steve raises his hands, trying to calm her down “i didn’t notice I’d been here so long, I’m sorry.”

Her shoulders slump down and she sighs “It’s ok dingus, I’m sure you’re stressed with all your start-of-the-season shit. Go do your magic and we’ll order takeout tonight, alright?” She gives him a soft smile.

They’ve been roommates for years. It’s been a long time since they’ve passed the point of affording their own place, but L.A. is lonely, so having company at the end of the day is nice.

“Ok. Although I’m not sure if you need that more than I do.” Steve laughs and raises his eyebrows playfully.

“Sure, sure, whatever. Go get your makeup done princess” she ushers him away, pushing him out of his own trailer and shutting the door on his face.

…

When Robin said he was late to makeup, she really wasn’t lying. The trailer was almost empty at that point. A girl was sitting in one of the chairs, but apart from her, completely empty.

He’d never seen that girl before but he’d been told there were new characters this season, so she must be one of them. She’s pretty and around his age, maybe a love interest. She’s also on her phone so she must be waiting for this new makeup artist too.

Who’s nowhere to be seen apparently.

“Not very professional is she?” He jokes, sitting a couple chairs away from her and taking off his jacket.

She jumps a little, obviously not expecting him. Immediately she turns off her phone and tucks it in her jean pocket, looking at him very confused “Sorry?”

He points behind them, where no one is “The new makeup girl, or woman, I guess. Not very professional to be absent on her first day.”

She frowns “Actually-“

“But what do I know? The big guys hired her. She’s probably sucking up to them, figuratively or literally, cause she must be sleeping with one of them to make them fire Angela. She was the best, really, if you’d met her you’d love her. But she’s gone, so we’ll make do with whoever this is, if she shows up that is.” He shrugs, getting comfortable on the chair.

“Unbelievable.” she scoffs.

“Right?” Steve smiles. At last, someone who gets his indignation. It doesn’t hurt that she’s hot, but really, he needed a friend here.

Maybe this is the subject they relate to, and because of this mutual annoyance they end up with a beautiful friendship. Or something more. He hasn’t had action in a while.

You know what they say, nothing brings people closer than a common enemy.

He glimpses through the mirror the new plaque on the wall behind him, reading it out loud. “Wow, even her name sounds pretentious.” He looks at her with a smirk “I’m Steve by the way, what’s your name?”

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Frankie, the older black woman who introduced herself earlier as the hair magician, shouts your name before opening the door to the trailer “Hi honey, I don’t wanna rush you but he has to be ready in 5 minutes.” She nods to Steve.

“It’s alright, tell Erik I’ll be quick.” You pick up your face palette and start mixing shades to get Steve’s color.

Steve fucking Harrington. Who with a quick glance, you can see is shocked to learn you’re the woman he’s been shit-talking about. What an asshole.

You were actually excited to work with him. He was your favorite character in the show and after watching some of the cast’s interviews, you kinda became his fan.

Not anymore.

“Wait. You’re-“ He frowns, trying to understand just how bad he’s fucked up.

“The slut who’s sucked off her way here? In the flesh” You give him a sarcastic smile, before dropping it completely and turning his chair around, facing you.

“I- I thought…”

You start applying light concealer on the reddening areas of his face, not including the blush he’s now sporting. “That I wasn’t her? No shit.”

You continue working under his eyes, making him avoid staring at you.

“You could’ve told me.” he mutters, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“I tried, you were pretty passionate on the subject.”

You thank whoever made the schedule for filming a natural look today, because if you spend much more time with him alone, you can’t promise he’ll come out alive. And it’s not a good look for your first day of work.

He looks down apologetically, feeling guilty for his words in the heat of the moment “Look… I’m sorry for saying what I said, I’m having a really-“

“Shut up.” you cut him off.

He looks taken aback, frowning and looking up to stare at you “Excuse me?”

“Stop talking, I’m trying to do my job.” You mutter nonchalantly, giving him the last touches under his lower lip.

He’s still processing, a disoriented look taking over his face, cause there’s no way someone’s talked to him that way, not after he became who he is now at least.

You put all the makeup back in its place and turn around to face him one last time, “There you go Mona Lisa, you can leave now.” You clap his cheek a couple times without applying pressure, just to piss him off, and point to the door behind him.

He’s still speechless when he leaves the trailer, and when he finishes shooting, and even that night at home, with a slice of greasy pizza between his teeth, he can’t seem to shake off the way you acted, the way you talked to him. It’s like you couldn’t care less about him.

It infuriates him.

It infuriates him so much he spends all night tossing and turning, thinking about you. Cause if you want to play like this, then game on, you have no idea what you started.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

You Do Something To Me 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, manipulation, roughness, degredation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Sherlock Holmes (modern)

Summary: you do your best to please a man with high standards.

Note: wasn't expecting this tbh.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The knock echoes through the house. You can't help the shiver as you peer over your shoulder. You know there's nothing there but those old antique halls always put you on edge. Or maybe it's him.

No, you love your husband. That's not it. He can just be very intense. That's all.

You wait. No answer comes. That's as usual as the silence throughout this old house. You tap once more and upon a second lull, let yourself in.

You don't say a word as Sherlock's eyes stay on the folder clutched in his large hands. He looks like a man out of time. He always dresses proper. You gently place the tray on his desk.

You pour him a cup and carefully add milk. The dairy plumes in the deep red tea and you place the saucer and cup by his elbow.

"You've interrupted," he says without looking up.

"You wanted tea and I did not want it to go cold," you touch his shoulder gently. He rumbles.

"Wise woman," he muses and sits back, his attention still on the page. He hooks a single finger through cup handle and lifts it. He hums. "The only who ever does my tea right."

Loose leaf. That's the trick. Your ratio is precise. Just as he likes all things.

"Let me not disturb you further," you appease and back up.

He huffs and drops the paper, then clinks down the porcelain.

"I wouldn't complain," he leans back in his leather chair. He smirks.

"Oh, and now he demands dessert with his tea," you shake your head.

He tilts his head, "I demand my wife."

A chill runs up your body. When he puts that voice on, your chest goes hollow and you feel all shaky. You can't deny that voice.

"Yes, husband," you come closer.

He runs his hand up your satin skirt and examines the seam. There's a stitch that's bunched. He never misses the detail. He clucks.

"This skirt is ruined," he tugs, "you will take it off at once."

It would be thrilling if you didn't know beneath it all that he's serious. He does not like inconsistencies. You suppose it is the reason he chose to be a detective. That and he's very skilled at untangling mysteries. As talented at seeing through deception.

You reach behind you and unzip the skirt. It slackens and you let it go. It pools at your feet and your legs speckle with goosebumps. These vintage houses are hard to keep warm. He has the thermostat as well to keep from waste.

"Come here," he urges as he spreads his shoulders wide. 

He grips the arms of the chair as you approach. You stop to strip off your panties. His chest rises and falls slowly as he sits patiently. You know what to do and it's better you don't make him tell you.

He's already hard, you can see him in his pants. You undo his fly and pull him out. He growls and holds the air in his chest. You turn and reach between your legs to line him up.

You press him against your folds and rub his tip against you. You try to focus and ready yourself for him. You take him inch by inch, urging yourself through the stretch. As you settle on his lap, he sighs.

"Mm, honey," he purrs.

You go to tilt and he grabs your hip, his other hand on your stomach.

"No, you will wait," he girds and reaches to the desk. He retrieves the paper. "When I've finished my work, you may finish yours."

You wiggle in his lap. He groans and pinches your thigh. You still and lean back, certain to keep out of his way.

He pets your head with his free hand as he reads. Little hums escape him. You feel him twitching inside you. He sets down the paper once more.

"My tea, honey."

You lean forward and quiver at the friction in your walls. You take his tea and give it to him. He drinks deeply and hands it back. You put it down and he frames your hips.

"Perhaps I might think better if I destress," he guides you up his length and you moan.

You place your hands over his as he moves you in his lap. You arch your back and follow his rhythm. You slip your hand down your pelvis and twirl around your clit. He grunts as he keeps the pace slow and deliberate.

"Mm, I've needed this," he growls. "Mm, yes, my wife, how you serve me so well."

You flick your fingers and tremble, your walls clenching as you get close to release. You reach back and clasp onto his thick side as you cum. As you spasm, he quickens your motion. You mewl through your climax as your head lolls.

In a moment, he's up. He has you over the desk. Your hips slam into the edge as he bends over you and grips the far side. He rams into you, each thrust long but sharp. He pulls back only to slam so hard the wood sends a pang through your pelvis. You whimper as the contents of his desk wobble and pens fall of their stand.

"You did this on purpose, yes? You interrupted my work for this?" He gropes your ass, his pelvis slapping the back of his hand as he ruts. "My wife, the whore."

He grabs the back of your neck and pinches until you squeal. You gnaw on your lip and hiss through your nose. That side of him is only yours. That deep, dark, feral side. He only lets you see it. It scares you but it feels special. It's just between you two.

"Yes, husband," you reach back and touch his pants as he pounds your hips into the desk. "I wanted this all along--"

You grit your teeth and your back racks. You measure your breaths as he puffs like a wild animal. His nails dig into your skin and your thighs tingle.

"I know it. You want it," he snarls. "You need it."

[dippindaz]

hello! i really like the your writing🥰 i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if i could ask for some headcanons for Eddie, Billy and Steve with a reader who escaped from the lab with Eleven (maybe she is her older sister) and she has powers like Eleven. no pressure ofccc <333

I love this so much!!!! I love doing the main character type stuff in x readers, like the reader having powers and such. I think it’s so fun 🙈☺️

Eddie Munson

• Eddie is fascinated by your powers. He’s always asking you to demonstrate them, calling you things like “Dark Sorceress” because, to him, your abilities are the ultimate supernatural coolness.

• When Eddie finds out you and Eleven are sisters, his first reaction is pure disbelief. “Wait, wait, wait—you’re telling me Hawkins has not one, but two badass psychic girls? And they’re related? That’s insane.”

• He’s obsessed with the idea of you and El as some kind of mystical duo. He immediately starts calling you “the Psychic Sisters” and writes a whole D&D storyline inspired by the two of you.

• He gets so excited whenever you and Eleven interact with your powers. “Oh my god, you guys are actually doing telepathic sister stuff, aren’t you? That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

• He quickly becomes the fun uncle figure to Eleven. While you’re more protective and responsible, Eddie is the one sneaking her junk food and introducing her to metal when you’re not around.

• He’s incredibly soft with Eleven, though. He knows she’s been through hell, and seeing how much you care for her makes him even more gentle with her. He’d die before letting anything happen to her—or you.

• The first time he sees you and Eleven with matching nosebleeds after using your powers too much, he panics. He wipes the blood off both of your faces with his sleeve, all while muttering, “Jesus Christ, you guys need a cooldown period or something.”

• If you and Eleven ever get into a disagreement, Eddie takes neither of your sides—he just sits back and watches like it’s the best reality show ever. “Ooooh, psychic sibling drama. Should I grab popcorn, or is this a dangerous situation?”

• He fully believes that if the government ever comes after you again, the two of you could just throw their vans across the county. But still, he always has an escape plan ready. “Look, I’m just saying, if we need to make a run for it, I’ve got a van and an underground network of weirdos who’d totally help hide you.”

Billy Hargrove

• Billy doesn’t trust easily, and the idea of psychic powers freaks him out at first. He’s used to fighting with his fists, so the idea that you could just throw him across the room without touching him makes him defensive.

• And when he finds out about Eleven too? He’s a little more freaked out. One psychic weirdo was enough, but now there’s two?

• But once he sees that you’re fiercely protective of El, something about that clicks with him. He might be a mess, but he understands the instinct to look out for a little sibling.

• And once he realizes you’re not a threat (and definitely once he sees you use your powers to mess with people he doesn’t like), he starts to love it. He eggs you on—“Come on, princess, knock that asshole on his ass.”

• He doesn’t really get the whole lab backstory at first—he wasn’t there for all the Upside Down chaos—but the more he learns, the angrier he gets. The idea of people experimenting on defenseless kids makes his blood boil.

• He’s reckless, so he sometimes pushes you too far, daring you to use your abilities when you really shouldn’t. But if he ever sees you genuinely struggling—nosebleeds, passing out, the trauma of the lab catching up—he shuts up real fast

• Billy knows what it’s like to be controlled. Maybe not by the government, but by his father. When he realizes the lab tried to take away your agency, too, he understands. He won’t say it outright, but he lets you see that softer part of him when it’s just the two of you.

• You and Eleven sometimes team up to mess with him. One time, you made his cigarette float just out of reach while Eleven stole his beer. He was pisse

• He’d rather die than admit it, but knowing you’re watching out for him makes him feel safe for the first time in a long time.

Steve Harrington

• Steve goes through all five stages of grief when he realizes you have literal superpowers. He doesn’t doubt you, but it takes a second for him to wrap his head around it.

• The moment Steve finds out you’re Eleven’s sister, he immediately takes on an older brother role for both of you. He’s already protective of El, but realizing she has an older sister who also went through hell in the lab makes him even more determined to keep both of you safe.

• He often finds himself being the middleman in your sibling dynamic. If you and Eleven ever argue, he’s the one sighing, “Okay, let’s all take a deep breath before one of you flips a car over, yeah?”

• When you and El start developing your own inside jokes or ways of communicating without words, Steve is so left out. He gets all pouty, “Oh, great, now I have two psychic weirdos ganging up on me.” But he secretly loves that you guys are that close.

• But it’s not just about protection—Steve cares. He wants to know about you, not just your powers. Your favorite songs, the little things that make you happy, what you want for yourself beyond the lab.

• He hates seeing you overextend yourself. When you push too hard and get hurt, he freaks out. He doesn’t care how powerful you are—he’s carrying you out of danger whether you like it or not.

• If you and Eleven ever have synchronized nosebleeds after using too much power, Steve panics like crazy. “Okay, no more of that! I’m putting a ban on all psychic stuff for at least a week.” (Not that it works.)

• But the second anyone tries to exploit or hurt you? He’s throwing hands before you even have to use your powers.

• He absolutely tries to use your abilities for dumb things. “Hey, can you, like, float the remote over here? …No? Okay, cool, no, yeah, I’ll get up.”

• He’s not scared of you, even when you’re at your most dangerous. He’s just scared for you. He knows what happens when people get used to being seen as a weapon instead of a person, and he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you never feel like that.

Overall Dynamic

• Eddie, Billy, and Steve all have very different reactions to your powers, but in their own way, they each become part of your real family—the one you chose.

• Eddie wants to make you feel normal (while also hyping you up like a rockstar).

• Billy wants to make you feel powerful (but also secretly safe).

• Steve wants to make you feel loved (because he knows you need it).

• Any one of them or all three of them would burn Hawkins to the ground before they let anyone take you back to the lab.

[exhuastedpigeon]

I went back and watched the Hen and Chim goodbye scene when Chim was leaving to find Maddie in s5 and the difference between that goodbye and the Buddie goodbye are making me insane.

Hen shows up after Chim is done packing the car up and offers to go with him.

They're both crying the whole time.

Hen is clearly sad to see Chim go, but is so supportive of him going. She isn't bringing any of her feelings about him leaving into it.

They hug goodbye without any awkward 'should we hug' moment.

Hen sadly watches Chim drive away, but there isn't a super long, lingering shot on her as she does.

Compared to the Buddie goodbye.

Buck helps Eddie pack up.

Buck finds Chris's favourite shirt that's he's been missing and tells Eddie to make sure Chris knows he found it (because he clearly doesn't want Chris to forget him either).

Eddie tells Buck he matters to him and he's going to miss him, but instead of getting tearful/emotional about it Buck still seems like he's trying to hide how he's feeling from Eddie.

Buck baked Eddie cookies to help him stay awake while he drives (because he saw how tired Eddie got after driving around all night looking for Maddie a few weeks prior).

The awkward little dance before they hug.

The way they both clung to each other during the hug and Buck buried his face in Eddie's neck was such a different vibe from the Chimney and Hen goodbye hug.

Buck tells him "You get out of here" when Eddie's leaving.

Eddie turns around to look at Buck as he's leaving, like the last look wasn't enough.

Eddie waving goodbye and looking at Buck in the mirror as he drove away.

Buck standing sadly in the middle of the street in the rain as Eddie drove away with the close up on his face felt tonally different than the Hen look while Chim drove away.

Their friendships have always felt different and been portrayed differently, not just in a 'they're different characters' way, but in a way that feels especially stark watching the goodbyes one right after the other. I don't have some grand observation, just that the vibes were so different even though they were both between two best friends saying goodbye for an indeterminate period of time.

[starcurtain]

I wish Hoyo would carry their own ideas through sometimes...

I know everyone is really focused on Mydei's current predicament and misery, but I can't stop thinking about his past and how insane the first half of his life would have been, if you take the plot seriously.

Spoilers for Mydei's leaked character stories(!!) and voice lines, but:

Just... imagine if Hoyo treated this backstory with actual weight for a second.

Mydei was thrown into the sea as an infant. He was young enough to have no memories of life on land--or even life with other human beings at all. He would have no one to teach him to walk, to speak, to function like a human being... He would essentially be an entirely feral creature, probably not even able to recognize a connection between himself and the idea of living on land.

Even after coming ashore at last, if this plot were treated realistically, learning to adapt to a human life would have taken time--he would have to learn the entire concept of language, let alone how to speak, read, and write... Fire, warmth, trusting others enough to allow them into one's vicinity--totally foreign concepts to him. He would have to learn how to walk upright after literally spending his entire life previously floating weightless in the sea.

We know from the leaked story that he rescued sailors lost at sea, indicating that his inherent nature is gentle:

But if he was able to save fisherman from the sea, why did it take him nine years to save himself? Why not just go with the fishermen and escape the sea earlier?

Because, applying logic again, a child with no exposure to other humans might not even recognize them as his own kind. He may react the same way a wild animal would to humans--with curiosity, but also with caution. Are they prey? Are they predators? Why do they look so similar but drown when they fall in the water, while he always, always, always returns? What are those noises they're making at him?

Given Tribbie's animation, it seems to me that it was Tribbie's star in the sky that finally coaxed Mydei from the water--but even if she had given a letter to him, he could never have read it back then.

Think of how disorienting it would be to go from a life of complete and abject loneliness, where you are the only one of your own kind, where every moment of your life is kill-or-be-killed, a constant battle of predation in the depths, to a life where suddenly you're among flocks of people, people who teach you to communicate with more than your claws and teeth, who tell you that you're not only one of them, you're the best of them, who expect you to lead them when you can barely even conceive of yourself as a human being at all...

And it's just right back into another war. It's nothing but the sea all over again, fighting fighting fighting fighting--

Then you finally find refuge, finally find a place that promises you a moment's rest... but the people who claim to be offering you sanctuary call you a savage, a beast, and treat you like you never got civilized in the first place. They won't let you call their city home. They won't accept you, no matter how hard you try to be human... Why have left the sea at all if no one will ever see you as anything other than a monster?

To still be kind after a life of cruelty. To still be gentle. To still be willing to give even more of yourself after clawing back from loss after loss after loss... To know even more pain and suffering are coming and to simply accept this as your lot in life, to have nothing to look forward to and to still be able to tell someone else not to let bitterness be all he knows...

What an agonizing tragedy. What an incredible character. Mydei, the man that you are!!!

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

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“Shh, Shh. Daddy’s gotchu’” Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows as she yawned as she sat up in bed. “Daddy’s here.” Josh’s hushed voice crackled through the baby monitor. Kiyana didn’t even know he was coming home early.  

“Yeah, you happy to see me huh?” Josh chuckled “I miss you too pumpkin.” There was another little wail that made Josh chuckle softly. “And you too princess.” Kiyana couldn’t help but smile as she heard the pure adoration in Josh’s voice. 

“Y’all haven’t been giving Mommy a hard time, right? I know your brothers have.” He laughed. “o'u teine ​​aulelei” Kiyana heard him shift around before she heard the rocking chair start to creak. “I don’t think y’all know how much I needed y’all - how much mommy needed y’all” 

Kiyana shuffled out of bed, grabbed her robe, and quietly made her way down the hall to the nursery. The door was cracked and the rocking chair was facing the door, but Josh was too preoccupied with their newborns to even notice her. 

If someone had told Kiyana that she would be remarried to Josh a couple of months ago, she would have laughed in their face. But, this time around was so different and filled with love. 

They had kept up their therapy sessions with Dr.Anderson. And true to his word, whenever Josh felt away about something he didn’t bottle it up anymore and same with Kiyana. In addition, they also restarted their weekly date nights, just the two of them, no kids, no distractions. 

Josh looked up when he heard the floor boards creak. ‘Damn,” He whispered. “I think I woke up Mommy.”

Kiyana chuckled softly, leaning against the doorframe. She crossed her arms over her chest, her smile widening as she watched Josh, his attention entirely focused on their little ones. The soft glow of the nursery nightlight cast a peaceful hue on his face, highlighting the tenderness in his expression. It was a side of him that Kiyana hadn't always seen, but now it was the version of him she cherished the most.

"You didn’t wake me up," she whispered, stepping into the room. "I’ve just been laying there, listening to you talk to them."

Josh's eyes softened as he looked at her. He reached out with one arm, motioning for her to come closer. As she stepped closer he puckered his lips for a kiss to which she gladly obliged. 

Kiyana’s heart fluttered as she pulled back just slightly, her eyes meeting his. “I missed you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Josh smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I missed you, baby.” 

“This is crazy, right?” She whispered, looking down at her two girls in Josh’s arms. She had a small smile on her face as she gazed at the two of them, their tiny faces peaceful in sleep.

Josh looked down at their daughters, the corners of his lips curling up into a soft smile. “Nah, I knew it would always be us in the end. I may have messed up but... this was always the way it was supposed to be.” Kiyana felt her heart flutter in her chest as Josh looked up at her. There was nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes. The kind of love that had taken time to grow, been nurtured through trials, and now felt unshakable. It made her heart ache in the best possible way.

“You really think that?” she asked softly, stepping a little closer, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out to touch the side of his face.

Josh nodded, his hand gently brushing the back of her neck, pulling her just a little closer. “I do. I’ve messed up, Ki. I’ve made mistakes. But you, me, our kids… I knew, deep down, that it was always going to be this way. It was always supposed to be us.” 

Kiyana let out a watery laugh and looked at the nightstand at the clock. “You got me crying at 4 in the morning.” 

 Josh laughed too and let out a yawn. 

“C’mon let's get you to bed.” She said as she stood up from the arm of the chair.  Josh wiggled his eyebrows making Kiyana laugh loudly, startling their youngest twin Jaylani. “Oh, I’m sorry baby.” She cooed, grabbing her out of Josh’s arms. “Daddy thinkin’ he getting some of mommy cookie was funny.” She said, eyes twinkling as she rocked Jaylani back to sleep. “But he doesn’t know the bakery is closed” 

“Yeah alright,” Josh smirked and rolled his eyes as he stood from the rocking chair with their other twin Jaliyah. He kissed her on her forehead before setting her down in her crib. He turned and watched Kiyana do the same with Jaylani before she turned the humidifier back on. Kiyana walked over to Josh and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the twins' nursery and towards their bedroom. 

As they entered their bedroom, Kiyana walked over to the bed while Josh walked into their closet, most likely getting undressed and ready for a shower. Kiyana crawled into bed, her body relaxing into the familiar warmth of the sheets. The soft scent of Josh's cologne still lingered in the room, and she couldn't help but smile at how everything felt so... right. Even though their journey had been rocky, there was a sense of peace now that she hadn't realized they were both craving.

The sound of water running in the bathroom filled the quiet space, and Kiyana lay there, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts wandering. She thought about everything that had led them to this point. The struggles, the heartache, the therapy sessions, and now, the love that was finally blooming again.

As Josh emerged from the bathroom, steam billowing from the door, Kiyana turned her head to watch him. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his shirtless frame made her heart skip a beat. It wasn’t just his physical appearance—it was the man he had become. More open. More vulnerable. More loving.

Kiyana bit her lip as Josh turned his gaze onto her. He smirked and dropped his towel before walking closer to the bed. 

“You sure daddy can’t get no cookie?” He whispered and he climbed onto the bed. Kiyana let out a moan as their lips touched. 

"Maybe just a taste," Kiyana whispered against his lips, her resolve melting away as his hands traced the curve of her waist. 

Josh's lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of heat that made her arch against him. "Thought you said the bakery was closed," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"I may let it slide, for my favorite customer," she teased, running her fingers through his damp hair. He chuckled and helped her sit up, pulling her nightie over her head. Kiyana reached for him, pulling him down so his body was flushed against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let out a soft moan as the tip of his dick brushed agaisnt her clit. 

Josh groaned, feeling how slick she was. “Bakery is closed my ass…” he muttered as his tongue swirled around her nipple, before capturing it in his mouth. 

Kiyana moaned, “Shut up and fuck me.” 

His eyes darkened with desire as he lined himself up, pausing to gaze into her eyes with a mischievous grin. "Say please."

“Please,” she whimpered, rolling her hips in desperation. He slid inside her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way she clenched around him. She cried out, the sound vibrating through his body. “Shit” she groaned. 

Josh thrust slowly, deeply, igniting a fire inside her. “You feel too damn good,” he breathed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Kiyana’s fingers dug into his back, urging him faster, but Josh maintained his slow pace. “I love you baby.” 

“I love you too-o” She let out a choked moan as he finally picked up his pace. She felt Josh grin into her neck before he started to place open-mouth kisses. 

Josh felt her tighten around him as her orgasm hit. “That’s it baby,” he groaned, thrusting harder as her whole body arched. Her cries were muffled against his shoulder, and he shuddered with pleasure, feeling her pulse around him. The sensation was almost too much. He fought to keep his control, but each thrust sent him closer to the edge. Kiyana’s nails raked down his back, and she gasped his name over and over like a prayer.

Josh’s rhythm faltered, and with one last deep thrust, he followed her into bliss. He collapsed against her as waves of pleasure crashed through him, stealing his breath. “Goddamn” he gasped out as she continuted to milk him for everything he had. He gently pulled out, and placed a sweet and soft kiss on her lips. He stood from the bed and grabbed her a shirt and himself some briefs so they wouldn’t be indecent when their kids burst in, in the morning. She thanked him and pulled the shirt over her head. Josh laid down in bed and cuddled up with his wife, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them. 

Kiyana let out a content sigh as she felt herself start to fall asleep. When all of a sudden she heard the pitter patter of feet making their way towards their bedroom. She heard Josh let out a groan before the bedroom door was thrown open and their three boys stood there. 

“DAD!” They all yelled at once before jumping on the bed. Kiyana laughed as she watched their boys try to get comfortable, as tired as she was… she wouldn’t trade her life for anything. 

This is it guys. We made it to the end of Josh and Kiyana's story. I just wanna thank each and every one of y'all. Fr... like before I posted All Falls Down I was going to delete my profile but the amount of love y'all have shown me on that story and this one is... crazy! No like deadasss. I love y'all! ❤️

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This Week in BL - Japan is here to save the slump

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2025 Week 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 20 of 24 - Santa is really good at comedy, I gotta say. Wine is so cute 'cause he's so frank and earnest. It's adorable! (Inquiring minds would like to know if people in Thailand put perfume on their cheeks?) Lots of linguistic negotiation of pronouns in this episode so that made me really happy.

The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) ep 10 end - OMG they made them act and SING at the same time. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. (Raise your proverbial hand if you could actually hear me writhing in pain as that scene aired? Because my whole body was cringing so hard I swear I fractured my own cartilage.) I’m sorry but this show was doing really well for a Mame but that singing was sphincter-shrinking bad. And seemingly endless…

Okay the second half: The running of the gays, how very Japanese of you. So about 1/2 of the final ep was utterly unbearable, but the rest was fine.

Let's talk?

This show had an excellent premise about two fated mates, Cir & Phu, destined to be lovers in multiple parallel worlds. It is the curse of A Cir Who Knows Better to ensure that they manage to always end up together. This effectively explained all Cir’s weird creepy stalker behavior (pièce de résistance of a MAME seme) with the bonafide excuse of that tugging red thread. Turns out I forgive a lot for a strong premise, especially when combined with truly stellar chemistry. *But* there was also some bad chewing of the scenery and really terrible singing at key moments that screwed the landing (yes that too, but). The sex scenes were some of the best we’ve ever had, unfortunately even they weren’t good enough to mitigate that damn singing. 8/10

A solid showing from MAME, I was shocked, there was a point there when I thought this was gonna get a 9/10 from me! 

My Golden Blood (Weds YouTube iQIYI) Ep 1 of 12 - Trailer. GMMTV taking on Weds nights and midweek discourse (they hope) with this hotly anticipated vampire series. Is Thailand finally giving us the trashy gay vampires we richly deserve? Just keep in mind us sh*theads don't deserve much.

And it looks like that's exactly what we are getting.

I'm sorry ya'll: I don't like it. But not in a "witty trash watch" kinda way. So it's going here instead: You ready?

Classic main character = orphan with a mysterious past and bad dreams plus people around are weird about his certain traits. I wonder the thing I always wonder, why not give him martial arts training if he has known enemies? I've done various forms for years and never once cut myself. Of course Joss has a shirtless coming out if a pool intro. I can hear the dev team... "Hear me out now, baywatch just... vampires." I see we have new competition in the Advanced Bravely school of muscled thirst. As it should be. Been a while since we’ve had anyone on the scene who could give Jason Xu a run for his money. Joss is just the man to flex it. Is it just me or does this pair have negative chemistry? Yes we can all tell this is directed GAY! but Joss + Gawin do not seem even the slightest bit gay. The camera on the other (em) hand...

I asked for gay twilight, I’m getting gay twilight. Same lack of chemistry, bad special effects, and everything.

(Theory: Mark was the one who killed/drained all of Tong's fam of their golden blood and that is how he got his healing power.)

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 8 or 10 - all I care about is the side couple. 

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - I do like EarthMix. I just really wish this were a better show. I kinda feel bad for them. That said, l love the host club + live gay boys reaction. Snicker 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Secret Relationships (Korea iQIYI) ep 3 of 8 - I continue to enjoy this a lot. I like how creepy and sinister pretty much everybody is (except for our puppy hero). Who is dog paddling through the filth of his crush's love triangle of past relationships. I like the fact that in the theater an unofficial pass was made. It was totally adorable. Every one is a mess and it's sustaining all of BL right now.

Checkered Shirt (Korea YT) ep 6 of 8 - Baby boy do not flirt with a closet case! Have you learned nothing?

Fight for Love (Vietnam YT) ep 6 of 8 - didn't drop or I somehow missed it. Caught it! It was lovely, nice kiss, I like where the plot is going although... no singing please.

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - Our poor little gay boy is being v tested. And testing himself. Side couple = tiny idiots. In other news, one of them is wearing a shirt I actually own! I feel like peek BL stan. (Also I may shop too much in Taipei.) Does I qualify for the shared BL communal wardrobe?

The main trope to rule all BL tropes has returned= he is never asleep.

It's airing but......

Gelboys (Thai iQIYI) 7 eps - I’m giving this show a pass. It’s just too far out of my wheelhouse. I don’t have patience right now. Ends next week.

The Last Time (Thai WeTV) 8 eps - Has this ended? Anyone watch it?

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) 13 eps - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interst me, not sure if it's BL.

Last Meal Universe (Thai ????) 8 eps - An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually. I got a link to watch but it still wouldn't work for me, so I guess I'm waiting to see what happens.

In case you missed it:

CUTEST little JBL short drop on YT. No idea it's real title. About 2 students secretly dating trying to decide to come out. It's popular guy + nerd! Absolutely not sure how long this will last on YT but adorable and worth 17 minutes of your time. Do it ASAP! I don't want a repeat of everyone asking me for Wimpy Corporate Drone again. There seems to be a pervious installment in the series, but no subs.

Don't say I never bring you any prezzies.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming March 2025

3/19? Lost in the Woods (Weds Gaga) Ep 1 of 7 - Announced for 2023, adapted from a novel of the same name. Fifa just graduated high school and travels to a remote province to take care of his grandma, before starting uni. There he meets Chief Hem, a forest ranger.

3/20 Top Form (Thailand Thurs WeTV) 10 eps - Trailer. Adaptation of a Japanese manga starring Boom (Chains of Heart) opposite Smart (Don't Say No). Actor recognized as the "The Sexiest Man of the Year" has his first-place position usurped by newcomer. But while he sees them as rivals, turns out the new kid has other ideas. I'm super excited for this but hate watching on WeTV so gonna be a challenge.

3/21 Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (Thailand Fri GMMTV & iQIYI) 12 eps - Trailer. Finally Mark is leading a BL! This one based on a Jittirain novel about a weird sunshine student dentist and his sugar-addicted patient, described as a romcom meets romantic therapy. Also, Jimmy is there, primarily to give me second lead syndrome. It looks silly but earnest, I'm looking forward to it actually.

3/28 Heesu in Class 2 (Korea Fri ????) 10 eps - Trailer. Adaption of the comic by Lily, about a shy unpopular boy with a secret crush on best friend who somehow also ends up his school's relationship counselor. Supposed to have completed filming in 2022, the fact this has been in dev hell since then somewhat mitigates this being my most anticipated BL of it's original year.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Drive by phone repair for the win. I love them both so much.

That is the jock saying it to the nerd. Yes our nerd is the top in this dynamic. When I tell you to watch a thing, I'm not joking around!

(last week)

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WHAT THE SLASHERS SMELL LIKE

Except I get too realistic and carried away

Author’s Note: No seriously. I got carried away. Didn’t intend to write for this many slashers but the thoughts kept coming. If you all want a part 2, let me know!

Characters: Jason Voorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Rufus “RJ” Firefly Jr., Baby Firefly, Otis B. Driftwood, Captain Spaulding, Pinhead, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Art the Clown, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Ash Williams (I know he’s not a slasher, shush), Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, Mitch/The Ghost, The Driller Killer

Warnings/tags: Realistic takes on the body odor & hygiene of various horror characters, mention of sex on Freddy’s part (and alluded to in Otis’s part), gender neutral reader, not beta read

Word count: 1.7k

Jason Voorhees

Jason smells bad. Like really bad. He smells like mud, mildew, blood, and a rotting corpse that’s been soaking in lake water. It takes a long time to be in such close proximity to him. Personal hygiene isn’t his strong suit at all. But once you come along he’ll definitely try. His clothes can be changed and washed but Jason’s body stinks in a way that a shower and soap simply can’t fix (at least not fully). It’s possible to get the smell toned down to somewhat tolerable levels. But realistically I think he’ll always have a bit of a smell to him.

Bo Sinclair

Bo, for the most part, smells fine. He takes regular showers, washes his hair with a generic shampoo, brushes his teeth, etc. When he hasn’t been working, he’ll smell like cheap cologne and whatever scented soap you keep in the shower. But if he’s been working at the mechanic shop he’ll come home smelling like sweat, oil, and gasoline (and blood if he’s killed someone that day). There’s also always a faint smell of cigarettes. The smell seems to have seeped into his clothes permanently after many years of smoking. You don’t have to coax him to shower, he heads there without a fight. After a long day, a shower can make him feel better anyway.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent doesn’t smell too bad but he doesn’t always smell great. He often smells like beeswax, which isn’t a bad smell. But he can get quite sweaty as well and doesn’t shower as frequently as Bo. So it’s not the best smell combo. I mean, he’s constantly working in a hot basement/workshop…in a sweater…in a mask…with long hair……in Louisiana. Yeah, sweating is a common occurrence. He’ll probably increase his amount of showers for you. He gets so caught up in sculpting that he forgets sometimes though.

Lester Sinclair

Lester is the worst Sinclair brother when it comes to smell and hygiene. When you first meet him smells like roadkill, sweat, and dirt. His hygiene isn’t great. He doesn’t shower often, nor brush his teeth often. But when you come along he definitely starts caring about his hygiene more. He’ll take showers and brush his teeth. Maybe he’ll wash his clothes more…maybe.

Rufus “RJ” Firefly Jr.

Rufus smells fine for the most part. He showers regularly and uses deodorant. By the end of the day though he might have a slight musky smell to him but nothing too bad usually. Sometimes he would stink after working on cars all day in the Texas heat. He’d come home smelling like sweat and oil and you might have to ask him to take a shower. Occasionally he’d have a faint smell of beer or whatever alcohol was lying around on his clothes.

Baby Firefly

Baby takes frequent showers and bubble baths (when she’s not on the run with the family). She likes soap with a fruity scent, often opting for something that smells of berries. Sometimes she’d smell like blood but usually, she’d smell rather good. She has a variety of different perfumes snagged from the luggage of different victims. Just like her soap, she often goes for things with more of a fruit scent.

Otis B. Driftwood

Otis doesn’t smell good often. In fact, a lot of the time he smells straight-up bad. Like corpses, blood, alcohol, and tobacco. Otis does take showers though so the smell is temporary. He doesn’t take them often though and sometimes you’ll have to ask him (or mildly threaten him) to shower. If he’s being stubborn and you really, really want him to shower then you can coax him by getting in the shower and asking him to join you. He’ll never say no to that offer.

Captain Spaulding

Captain Spaulding smells okay usually. He’s not the best smelling out of the Firefly family but he’s not that bad. He often smells like fried chicken from making it so often at his shop. There are some faint hints of alcohol, blood, and maybe even cigarettes. His dental hygiene isn’t great but he does take somewhat regular showers.

Pinhead

Pinhead smells like blood, leather, and metal. It’s not an overbearing smell like some of the other slashers but it’s there. You can smell it when you hug him close. I don’t think he gets very sweaty. Honestly, do Cenobites even sweat? He doesn’t shower, doesn’t brush his teeth. Hell, he barely even removes the leather he wears. He’s not human and he doesn’t care about human concepts of hygiene.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal smells really, really good. He takes regular showers, wears deodorant, and brushes his teeth twice a day. He sometimes splurges on more expensive shampoos, soap, and cologne. He goes for colognes with woody scents. Sometimes there’s a small hint of vanilla thrown in. A majority of the time he smells really fresh. He doesn’t often smell like blood because he takes the cleanup process very seriously. Occasionally the smell of whatever he’s been cooking might linger on his clothes.

Will Graham

Will also smells good for the most part. He often smells like the outdoors and cheap cologne. He obviously has a big sweating problem so that can make him not smell as great. But he takes regular showers, especially when he’s been sweating a lot. He likes to smell good but he doesn’t give it much thought.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba often smells like sweat, meat, and a heavy dose of decomposing bodies. Showers are infrequent but not nonexistent. When he does shower he smells fine but that smell can quickly disappear in the Texas heat, especially if the Sawyers are dealing with unwanted visitors. He doesn’t really notice the smell unless it’s pointed out and he’ll shower and change clothes if needed.

Thomas Hewitt

Much like Bubba, there’s often a smell of sweat, meat, and blood. In fact, those smells are stronger on Thomas compared to Bubba. He’s a rather musky guy. He doesn’t shower frequently. It’s a rare occurrence. But when you’re in the picture he might do a little better hygiene-wise, especially after a heavy dose of scolding from Luda Mae. And he’ll smell better (probably never great though).

Art the Clown

Oh, don’t get me started. Probably one of the worst-smelling slashers out of the bunch. Art smells like shit. Literally. And blood. And not just a little blood. The smell can be so strong sometimes that you swear you can taste iron on your tongue. Sometimes he’ll have faint scents of gunpowder and oil but those smells are often overpowered by others. Surprisingly though, Art isn’t that opposed to showers. He does the absolute bare minimum though, just standing in the water and rinsing off the remnants of his victims. He doesn’t mind getting all of that off of him but he’s not doing it to smell better. If anything, he likes the smell.

Michael Myers

He smells bad. Whether we’re talking about the OG or the RZ version, I can’t imagine this man smelling good when you first come across him. He smells like a corpse. It overpowers any other smell there could be on him. He doesn’t shower, he’ll wear the same coveralls for years if they last him that long. Hygiene is the last of his priorities and he’s not easily convinced at all to bathe or wash his clothes. Maybe (and that’s a very strong MAYBE) you could entice him to do something about the smell. It’ll definitely be a trade-off. He won’t give in easily.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy doesn’t smell great. He smells like ash and burnt skin. He almost smells like a campfire but with the added smell of blood and death. The smell is always there. It’s kind of permanent. And no, he won’t be showering. Don’t even suggest it because he’ll laugh in your face. It’s not that he’s against it, he just doesn’t want to nor does he feel the need to. The only way he’ll get in the shower is to have shower sex and that’s it.

Ash Williams

Ash smells good 90% of the time. He smells like pine shampoo, aftershave, and whatever cologne he wears. It’s not expensive but it smells nice. The other 10% of the time (when he’s hacking away at deadites), he smells like a mixture of gasoline, oil, blood, and whatever hellish smells come out of deadites. It’s not great and he’s aware of it. The last thing he wants is to be covered in brains but it’s just another day in his life. He honestly can’t wait to shower it all off.

Brahms Heelshire

Upon first meeting him, Brahms didn’t smell good. He smelled like a combination of sweat, dust, mothballs, and mildew. A direct result of constantly staying in the walls and lack of showering. If the smell bothers you though, Brahms is more willing to bathe than most slashers. He can be stubborn sometimes but he rarely puts up a fight.

Billy Lenz

Much like Brahms, Billy has a strong odor of dust, mothballs, and whatever other lingering smells are in an attic. Old boxed-up books, cardboard, mildew, the faintest smell of cologne (not sure if it’s his or it's just rubbed off from some clothes in the attic). The smells have stuck to his clothes and he doesn’t wash that sweater. He won’t put up a fight if the smell bothers you though. He’ll happily take a shower for you.

Mitch/The Ghost

Mitch smells fine…usually. He showers regularly, wears deodorant, etc. He usually smells of whatever soap is in the shower. The only time that he ever really smells bad is after long nights of running the Haunt in October. On those nights he’ll smell strongly of blood, corpses, and whatever acid they use to dispose of all the unlucky haunt visitors. Other than that, he smells fine the rest of the year.

The Driller Killer

The Driller Killer smells like cigarettes, leather, and blood. He smokes often. It’s not like he’s going to get sick from them (not 100% he can even die). Sometimes when you hug him, you swear you can smell the faint scent of a woody cologne. Or maybe it’s his hair gel. You’re not fully sure. But there’s definitely something there.

[exploring-the-cosmos]

Okay so I'll just say it because I've been thinking it for a while, but the weird dislike or sometimes even hatred for Eddie Diaz (and Ryan Guzman) that is present in this fandom feels (at times) incredibly forced at best and downright racist at worst. And he's already a pretty white-washed character as it is. This is not in any way meant as a call-out to any one person in particular, and certainly not me saying he's a perfect character above critique, but my god, I need people to inject a little bit of nuance into their views of these characters. I love Buck as much as the next 9-1-1 fan, but he is not this perfect angel who can do no wrong like some people act like he is. Likewise, Eddie has made a lot of mistakes and done a lot of shitty things (some of which Buck himself has done, too). But at the end of the day, I think he is a very complex character who is doing the best he can with what he has and means well. I don't know why some of you are in this fandom if you dislike these characters as much as it appears you do.

And the SHIPPING WARS MY GOD STOP IT. I usually stay out of shipping discourse because I think it's ridiculous and unnecessary most of the time. Ship and let ship is always an option, and I think most people would benefit from choosing it. And listen, I will admit my bias and say I am primarily a Buddie shipper. But I have no issue with Bucktommy shippers as a whole nor the ship itself being popular. Do I ship it? No. I don't even particularly like Tommy as a character, but I don't care if other people like him and the ship. What I do have an issue with, however, is the way some of y'all act with such vitriol towards Buddie shippers, Buddie as a ship, and, specifically, Eddie Diaz as a potential love interest for Buck. This is where I think some people's underlying racial bias really becomes apparent, and no, I'm not talking about all BuckTommy shippers, only those that are explicitly anti-Buddie because they don't like Eddie. Because why, WHY are you so insistent on seeing these two white men together, who have had so little time together on screen and, in my opinion, have been shown to have very little in common with each other other than the fact that they care about and are interested in each other romantically, but so against Buck potentially being in a relationship with a different man who he has been best friends with for the better part of a decade, who wrote him into his will, cares deeply about him and who he cares about just as much, spends a lot of his free time with, and who also happens to not be white? Look, I'm not gonna sit here and say every single one of you is a raging racist or anything. I don't know you. But I think a lot of y'all would benefit from a little bit of introspection as to why you feel the way that you do about some of these characters and ships. Also, yes, Buddie shippers can be toxic and racist, too. I am not saying Buddie shippers are above those behaviors as well, only making an observation specific to some people's anti-Buddie and anti-Eddie sentiment.

Also, this is an aside, but the way fandom and shipping culture in general has gravitated towards strict adherence to canon content is.... weird. Like, why are some of y'all so allergic to engaging with or creating content outside of the confines of what the canon material has offered you? Have fun, be creative, go wild, and also be respectful to the folks around you who see things differently. We all share this space, and we should all care about making it as positive and welcoming of an experience as possible.

[spideysquake]

death of a bachelorette

drew starkey x costar!reader

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youruser

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youruser i have loved euphoria with every single piece of me. i love rue with all of my heart, and i love all of the people who have gone into making her a real person. i love the family that this show has given me, and the memories that i will be able to keep forever from working on this show.

and now it's on to the next one...

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hunterschafer my darling boob, you will always and forever be my favorite co-star

alexademie getting to watch you become the star that you are has been one of the best parts of this show

petracollins you have brought rue to life in a more meaningful and beautiful way than i could've ever imagined, and i'm just so damn proud of you

user3 i can't believe euphoria is actually over but good god they gave rue the most beautiful ending

⤷ ynfanaccount like the petra and y/n team up was so important for telling rue's story the way it needed to be told and i'm so proud of them, even if i'm going to miss the show

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popcrave Rumor has it that Y/N Y/L/N and Drew Starkey are being eyed to lead the new movie from Plan B director Natalie Morales, Death of a Bachelorette. It's being described as half slasher, half romantic comedy about a man and a woman who meet at a wedding and hit it off, only to find themselves running for their lives from a vicious serial killer.

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ynfanaccount oh i just know our girl is going to eat this up

user1 i barely know either of these people but just based off looks, this is going to be an incredible rom com

drewstarkeyfanpage drew has unlocked some of the most fun and interesting projects lately and i just know he's going to be incredible at this

user2 can't believe that slasher rom-com is a genre now but i'm so here for it

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youruser a bit of a break...

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huntershafer god that matcha latte was the shit

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rachelzegler i'm so glad i got you hooked on the trader joe's pear wine because it's just so yummy

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user3 soooo if she's the one taking the picture, who's pouring the wine???? we know she and timmy aren't dating bc they've said so a million times but that is absolutely a man's hand...

⤷ user4 maybe it's drew???? we know our girl loves to prep well for her characters, maybe they're hanging out to develop their chemistry

⤷ user3 i'm trying so hard not to ship them but it's so hard bc they're both so hot and she just has great chemistry with everyone

⤷ user4 no because i get you so bad and i just want drew starkey to have a great relationship that people don't get weird about

y/ny/l/nupdates

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y/ny/l/nupdates y/n seen on the streets of los angeles this weekend, it's rumored that death of a bachelorette is set to start shooting this month!! hopefully we get some sneak peaks of her outfits, because of course they're going to be iconic

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ynfanaccount god how does she make a casual tank and trousers look SO good

waitingfordeathofabachelorette i'm so so so so excited for this f'n movie it's so serious

user5 wait but if this is how good she looks in a casual streetwear type outfit, just imagine her in that bachelorette dress holy god

user6 why does she always walk around like she's the greatest thing ever???? she's barely a good actress and she's not even that cute

⤷ y/ny/l/nupdates you commented hate about y/n on a y/n stan account for why???? because you know we're all in a group chat talking shit about you now

⤷ ynfanaccount ooh get him again for me girl!!

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drewstarkeyfanpage drew spotted this past week at the airport and on location for filming in toronto!! and he looks goooooooooood

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waitingfordeathofabachelorette if anyone sees me stalking these update pages over the next six months... no you didn't

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y/ny/l/nfanpage babe we're really gonna have to team up to do press during this shoot bc i want CONTENT

⤷ drewstarkeyfanpage girl dm me! we're basically user twins already let's be mf besties

[mehwmidklpe]

Hey if you mind can you do a part two of 'a demi-what now?!' post of percy jackson x reader where reader is now targeted by monsters without percy knowing when he is away then one day he does find out but that only when reader ends up in the hospital with near death wounds

A DEMI-WHAT NOW?? PART 2

Percy Jackson x Mortal!Gf

A DEMI-WHAT NOW?? PART 1

Percy had been happier lately.

No monster.

No wars.

No secrets.

You, his amazing girlfriend knew about his godly side. And of course you were freaked out at first. Of coursre you couldn't possibly believe him.

But eventually you were there for him trough every up and down.

And he was greatful for that, cause there was no one who understood him like you did.

You weren't even a demigod and you still understood him better than all the campers!

Anyways, right now, Percy was sitting at camp with the seven– well actually the six, cause Jason is dead! –

(oh and let's not forget Percy's best friend Grover who was also with them right now)

but his mind was only on you.

That's unil he felt someone nudge his arm. "Hey, what got you so happy lately Seaweedbrain?" Leo Valdez grinned. "Nothing, just glad there are no monster and wars at the moment." Percy excused himself. "Okay, okay." But the grin never left the latino's lips.

Percy thought he had fooled everyone, but the look Piper gave him made him feel exposed. It was as if she could sense Percy's love for you.

Luckily Piper's intimitating look got snapped away from Percy once they heard a loud voice.

Only Leo's face lit up as he recognized the voice and turned around on his chair. "Connor!" He smiled at the sight of his good friend running. "He's probably running away from some kids after pranking them, nothing important." Annabeth assured the rest.

But that wasn't the case.

"I don't know.. It seems pretty serious." Grover said with a concered frown on his forehead. "Yeah, I agree." Frank states, trying to get a better look at the running boy.

"Yo! Someone get Chiron!" Connor exclaimed, running towards the group.

Being the son of Hermes, he was fast. And judging on the look on his face, he had a message to deliver.

Like father like son.

His (half)brother, Chris Rodriguez, who was origanally planning on going to see Clarisse train in the arena, quickly made his way towards the big house.

Leo jumped up from his chair, followed by Hazel. The rest followed. "Come on kelp head." Annabeth encouraged him.

By the time Percy got there, Chiron was already approaching with Chris on his back. "My child. Tell me what happened." He said to Connor.

"Alecto is at Halfblood Hill. She said she wouldn't do any harm in exchange for a converastion with Perseus Jackson." Connor informed them.

"Oh come on! Why is it always me? Screw main character aura." Percy cursed out.

As he arrived at the hill with his friends and mentor, Allecto was already waiting for him. "Ah.. Perseus Jackson. Long time no see." "Yeah, and I was happy with that long time." Percy said, a bit annoyed at her appearence.

Alecto only chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt anyone. I just thought you would like to know that Hades is savouring a nice spot in the underworld, so you don't have to worry."

The sea-color eyed boy had to frown. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Just that you might want to visit the hospital before your little girlfriend joins your friends in elysium."

Percy completely froze at the mention of you.

"Wha-what did you just say?" He question in shock. "Girlfriend?" He heard one of his friends ask, but he was to caught up in his thoughts to even register who's voice it was.

Percy was scared, anxious, concerned, but most of all, furious

Grover felt all of it.

The group felt the ground beneat them shaking. Poseidon was the earthshaker after all, so why couldn't his son do it too?

"Percy.." Hazel warned him, but he didn't care. It only became worse, Frank's gaze landed on the small lake nearby. "Percy." He repeated once the water started rising.

Piper saw the expression Percy wore, and it scared her a bit. "Perseus, think about what you're doing." Chrion warned him.

Allectro wore a smirk on her gross lips. "Whatever you're planning on doing, it isn't gonna bring your girlfriend back."

"NO!"

With that, Percy launched a gian wave of water at the furie, some of his friends falling down.

"PERCY!"

But he wasn't done. "What is he doing?" Chris wondered as he saw the hateful look on Percy's face and the motions he made with his hands. "B-bloodbending." The daughter of Athena responded.

When Chiron heard that, he couldn't believe it.

"That's enough!" He stopped the boy. Alecto took that as her chance to fly away.

"Perseus Jackson, what were you thinking?"

Percy's eyes flickered around, as if trying to process everything. "I need to go. Now." He responded, ignoring the centaur's question. "What?" "To the hospital. She's dying!" He panicked.

"You're girlfriend.. she's mortal, isn't she?" Annabeth realized.

Percy's silence spoke sentences. "And you told her about us?" Chiron asked in disbelief.

"I didn't have a choice! We were getting attacked, and she saved me, and how else do you explain a monster barging into your room?" The son of Poseidon defended himself.

"Percy–" "Please. I need to see her." He begged. The mentor shook his head. "There's no way you'll get there in time."

"I can take him."

The whole group turned around, their gazes landing on Connor Stoll.

"My dad is the god of travelers and time. I can get Percy to the hospital before he can even blink." He explained.

Percy's head shot up, rushing over to the boy's side. "Yes! Yes Connor please do! You'd do that?" "Of course. We're buddies, aren't we?"

Connor nudged him, and Percy had never been happier to be friends with a Stoll than he was now.

Chiron sighed deeply. "I really don't think it's a good idea to–" Percy cut Chiron off.

"Now."

Apperently, Connor liked listening to his friend way more than listening to Chiron, cause before evryone could blink– like he had said –the two boy's were gone.

"I'm sorry, but you're not allowed to visit her without a legal adult. Considering you only turn 18 after a few weeks, you can't go inside." The woman behind the counter aplogized.

Percy couldn't believe it. "No, no, she's my girlfriend, I need to see her." The woman shook her head. "I'm very sorry but–"

"I'm an adult."

Percy turned to lok at Connor. "Here, check it out, I turned 18 recently." He said, handing the woman his ID.

The son of Poseidon had to frown.

Connor was so silly that it never occured Perc that he was a few months older than himself.

The woman smiled in satisfiction, handing it back. "Very well then. You can go to room 8 at floor 4." She instructed.

Connor grinned. "Come on." Percy quickly followed.

In the elevator, Connor noticed how worried Percy was. "Hey, don't worry, your girl will be okay."

Percy nodded quickly before pulling his friend into a hug. "Thank you so much. For bringing me here and.. suprisingly being a few months older than me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

As he pulled away, Connor patted his shoulder. "No worries. You saved camp, this is the least I can do."

Eventually, when the elevator opened, the boys rushed towards room 8.

Only Percy froze, scared to open the door, scared of what he might see. "Hey.. You'll be fine." Connor assured him, tone soft.

One thing he knew about Connor– expect for that he's very silly, causes lots of trouble, cracks a lot of jokes and likes pulling pranks and stealinf –is that he was very understanding and actually really good at this stuff.

He figured that when he felt bad for Silena when he found out Beckendorf had die–

Percy sighed and opened the door.

He saw you on the bed. You were awake, but not in a good state at all. He could clearly see your beautiful face. And his heart broke when he saw your condintion.

Percy stood completly frozen in the doorway, not daring to move forward.

Connor, on the other hand, pushed Percy aside and rushed over to you.

What the Hermes?

"Y/n??"

"Connor..."

Percy couldn't believe what he was seeing. Connor was knelt next to the bed, his hands cupping your face, inspecting if you were okay. "Wh-How-Why?"

That's when Percy spoke up. "You two know each other?" Connor didn't even look at him. "Yeah, she helped me escape when I got chased for stealing. We kept in touch after, became best friends." He explained to your boyfriend.

"You're the best friend??"

"You're the boyfriend?"

"You're a demigod...?"

Your weak voice got both boy's their attention.

Connor gulped. "Yeah. Son of Hermes." A weak smile grew on your lips. "Makes so much sense." You breath out.

Percy quickly got to your side. "Y/n.. how.. I-" "Some monsters attacked." You tried to get out. "What do you mean? They just randomly decided to attack you?" The boy asked, panick all over his face.

"They know I'm your girlfriend.. they've been coming at me for a while now, trying to get to you trough me." You explained, eyes only half open.

Your boyfriend's breath hitched. "Why-why didn't you tell me?" You tried to catch your breath. "Didn't want you.. worried.. finally had rest." "I don't care if I finally had rest. You're hurt Y/n!" He said, voice full of pain.

A knock was heard from the door and a nurse walked in. "Can I talk to an adult, please?" She asked at which Connor stood up and walked over to the older woman, closing the door behind him, but not without one last look at you.

"Connor's an adult?" You questioned. Percy nodded. "I know, suprising. He turned 18 recently. But that's not the point, I don't want you hurt anymore."

"I don't care about being hurt as long as you're safe." You protested, reaching out to take his hand in yours.

"Same goes for me. I can't watch you lying in a hospital all the time. You shouldn't be involved in this, you're not a demigod, you didn't figth in the wars, you didn't do anything wrong."

"And you did?"

"I'm the son of Poseidon."

"That doesn't mean you have to risk your life to save everyone." You snap at him.

"You lost so much. You gave so much. You're risking so much... You're mother sits at home, worrying sick about you, wondering if you're still alive or not. And so do I. I can't help but think about what might happen to you if I just look away for once.. I know I don't understand, I know I'm not a demigod. But I love you, and I can't just go around, giving you more trouble than you already have. So yes, I didn't tell you."

Percy gulped, trying to blink away tears that threatned to fall. "You're so dam stubborn." "So are you." You state. "But you're just so amazing." He finished, his lips finally finding yours.

You were to weak to even let your hand rest on his cheek, but he made sure to be gentle with you.

Only the moment was ruined when Connor walked in on it. Percy pulled away, clearing his troath. "Oh uhm.. Sory.." But his brows furrowed when he saw that Connor's eyes were red, as if trying to fight the urge to cry.

"Connor?"

Connor couldn't fight the urge to 'deliver his message'. No matter how heartbreaking it might be.

"The nurse said she might not make it."

That was the moment Percy's world fell appart. Not when he fought in his first war, not when he got stuck in Tartarus, no, when he found out you could die.

"No. No, no, no. She's fine, you looks fine. See, she just spoke full sentences and-" "I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true." Connor states, pain in his tone.

"But..no.. Y/n." He turned to look at you, and he noticed to tired expression on your face. "You can't leave me. You can't die on me." Percy was basically begging at this point.

"I told you I'd do that for you." You remind him. "I thought it was metaphorically." He protests. "Was it metaphorically when you said it?"

He stayed silent before turning to look at Connor again. "Teleport to camp. You can get some nectar or embrosia. She'll be fine before we know it."

Connor sniffed. "She's human. She wouldn't be able to take it."

"Percy.." Your fingers intertwined with his. "I'm so sorry to do this to you again." "No. Y/n. You don't have any reason to apoligize. And she said you might not make it. It's not a 100% sure." He tried but you shook your head.

"I actually feel like I'm dying Percy.."

A sob could be heard from the other side of the room. "Sorry." Connor apoligized. "I just.. don't leave.. please." He begged you.

Percy wondered how long you and Connor had known each other for him to get this emotional over you.

"4 years ago. Winter break when you were on that quest to find Artemis." You informed as if you could read his mind.

That long??

That was before you even started dating.

Percy gulped. "But- he never mentioned you." "I did. I think you might have been to caught up with other things.. that's okay.." The curly haired boy said, standing by your side.

A soft sigh left your lips. "You okay?" Both demigods instantly asked you. "I just wanna sleep.." You say as if that was supposed to reassure them.

"What if you don't wake up?" Connor asked you, scared of the thought. "Well.. Than steal a nice boquette of flowers for my grave. Oh and Percy, I liked that moonlace you got from... 'Calypso'."

They both had to gulp at the thought. "I'll boy you flowers when you wake up. I'll take you on a proper date. No monster, no quests. That's a promise." Percy states at which you had to smile.

"You're making the urge to never close my eyes again so irresistable." You smiled. "Good." He decided. "BUt I need to close them.. just for a bit.." You breath out, eyes already beginning o flutter shut.

"Wake up for me?" You squeezed his hand. "I'll try."

The son of Hermes looked at you with big eyes before looking back at Percy, and Percy knew what he wanted, so he gave him a nod in approval.

Connor placed a soft, platonic kiss on your forehead, earning a smile of yours. Percy then placed one onto your soft lips. "I love you." He wishpered. "Love you more.." And with that, your eyes closed.

For the gods know how long.

Idk what this is, I don't like it tho

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, threats, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: after release, you try to get on the right track but your new boss isn’t much help. (ex-con reader)

Characters: Loki

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As the day winds down to close, you steel yourself for the inevitable. It doesn’t come. Laufeyson remains in his office as you pack up your bag. Your lunch is untouched. You’ll have that for dinner, though your appetite is fleeting. 

You shut down the computer and check that everything is tidy. You get up and approach the door. You linger there until five minutes after the hour. You go but cannot leave the dread behind. 

You get home and leave your bag at the door. You step out of the creaky heels and go to the couch which makes up the bulk of your furnishing. You sit in silence. Just like those days in your cell. The air crackles in your ears, buzzing through your skull. 

You’ve done worse for less. It’s more bitter now because you thought those days were behind you. No, you hoped they were. Whatever optimism you’d clung to is gone. You’re back where you started even if you’re on the other side of the walls. 

Your phone rings. You get up and dig it out of your bag. It’s Dina. You better answer. 

“Hello,” you stand by the door, an arm across your churning stomach. 

“Well, hello,” she trills in her pretentious way, “I’ve only had a rather long conversation with your employer.” 

You falter and uncurl your arm, placing your hand flat to the wall. You lean as your legs shake. After all that. You should’ve known better than to trust a snake like him. 

“He gave a shining review of your work,” she says. Your ears ring and you shake your head. You don’t believe it. You can hardly understand. “Punctual, attentive, thorough. I’m only just sending in your monthly report. The board will be happy.” 

“Oh,” you utter. “Right.” 

“They will be inclined to review your conditions. Granted you stay within them,” the edge returns to her churlish voice. “And who wouldn't be good for a man like that.” 

You frown. 

“Thank you,” you sniff. 

“Oh no, you be sure to thank Mr. Laufeyson. Had you another disappointing report, I think there may have been a bit of reversion. I hear the ankle monitors are not very comfortable,” she warns. You were lucky to avoid that at least. 

“Yes, Dina.” 

“Don’t lose sight of the end goal. We both know the rates. I’d hate to see you back in orange,” she chides. 

She hangs up. You’re happy she does before you can respond. Your lip curls as the grey humiliation blazes to white hot rage. You black the phone and drop it on top of your bag. It falls to the floor. You don’t give a fuck. 

You strip off your clothes as you head for the boxy bathroom. There’s not enough room for a tub, only a shower. All your time in lock up and you looked forward to that final soak. There was so much you wanted when you got out. As usual, you’re wrong. 

You stand under the stream of hot water until it turns cold. You don’t notice the difference. You get out and dry off. You pull on your green swears and a black shirt. You unfold the couch, the frame squeaking beneath the thin mattress. It’s as stiff as a bunk but bigger. 

Your phone goes off again. You want to scream. You want to break every single thing in this place, not that there’s much.  

You retrieve your phone from the floor. It’s him. Laufeyson. You hesitate but answer. You left without saying goodbye. Would he be unhappy? Hardly concerned. You won’t fool yourself. 

“You’re welcome, darling,” he begins the conversation as you put the phone to your ear. “Now, don’t think I can’t hear you huffing like some rabid dog. Speak.” 

You inhale and cross the apartment. You stand by the window. “Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson.” 

“I am not in the habit of lying. Especially for felons,” he slithers. 

“I understand, sir. I am... grateful.” 

“Are you? Because you sound rather angry.” 

“No, sir,” you counter. 

He snickers. You huff.  

“Oh, do not fear. I will assist you in refraining from your worst instincts. I have no doubt I will break you of those unseemly habits,” he tuts. “I will make a lady of you. Or a facsimile of one.” 

You grit your teeth. “Yes, Mr. Laufeyson. Thank you.” 

He laughs again. 

“I shall allow you to get your reprieve for surely you will need your energy tomorrow,” he taunts. 

“Yes, sir.” You mutter.  

He only finds it amusing as he chuckles. “Good night, darling.” 

The line clicks. You squeeze the phone and spin. You hurl it at the wall and it pings off the corner. Fuck it all. 

You stomp to the mattress and fall onto your stomach. The frame jars you through the narrow cushion. You bury your face in your arms and growl. 

You’re a fuck up. You always have been, you always will be. You hear your mother’s voice; I told you so. 

💼

You walk into the office. You wouldn’t say you’re ready. You’re resigned. It’s a familiar feeling. It’s how you got through those years. Alone. 

Mr. Laufeyson sits at your desk, leaning back, one long leg crossed over the other, arms bent behind his head. His nonchalance is a bit too performative. You put the cortado before him. 

“Ah, like a well-trained dog,” he smirks. “Let us see what else you’ve learned.” 

He’s completely prepared and you are anything but. You put your hand on your bag and dig your nails into it. Your anger aches in your knuckles. 

“Let us see,” his eyes flick down, “did you attend to your work attire?” 

You stare at him. You slip your bag from your shoulder and place it next to your feet. You didn’t change anything. You were too paralysed to do much more than hate yourself. It’s better to do nothing than to fuck yourself any more than you already have. 

You pull up your skirt. He sighs. 

“Off,” he commands. 

You let the skirt fall slightly as you reach under it. He clicks his tongue. 

“Pull it up and take them off,” he orders. 

You swallow your disgusts. You roll the skirt above your waists and clutch it with one hand. With your other, you tug down each side of your panties. You step out of them. You ball them up and near him, holding out. 

He pinches the seam and pulls them free of your grasp. He unfurls them and turns them around. He runs his thumbs along the back of the panties. 

“This. None of that. You will not show up again unprepared. I haven’t the time for you to waste,” he reproaches. 

You drop your skirt. His green eyes flash but he says nothing. He tosses the panties in the bin and pushes himself out of the chair. 

“I pay you well, you will meet the standards I set,” he sneers. 

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson. Thank you.” 

He comes close and stares you down. He’s not as intimidating as Jenny who used to steal your shampoo. Not scary, but a problem nonetheless.  

“I’ve been told that employee appreciation is... important. You’ve made it this far so why don’t you book us in somewhere for lunch and I will show my...” his eyes skim up and down you. “Appreciation.” 

“Mr. Laufeyson.” 

He rolls his eyes and swipes up his coffee. He leaves you. You grab your bag and round the desk. You sit and tuck it beneath. You leave your cracked phone inside. Best not to get distracted. 

You login and get started. You go into the deleted folder and search out anything you can find. You don’t know many places for lunch that aren’t selling burgers for two bucks or pizza and wing combos. You don’t expect he’ll be pleased with that. 

There’s nothing in the inbox. You revert to the shared drive and review the receipts and cost reports. Several business lunches later. There’s a place he’s been to several times and written off. Well, that seems a safe choice. 

You don’t think you’re passing his test but you’re doing enough. You’ll never be good enough. He’s made that clear. It’s what he gets off on. 

As if you haven’t been through that before. He thinks that he’s the big bad. You’ve dealt with assholes your whole life. You just wanted to try not to become one. 

You make the reservation online under his name. That will feed the ego. You forward him the confirmation. No response. That’s perfect. 

You get to work. The stuff in your job description. Emails, filing, all that boring, safe stuff.  

Your Teams bings. He’ll have some gripe about the booking. You click on the chat. It’s a hyperlink. You click without thinking. 

The image of the lingerie surprises you. It shouldn’t, really. He’s not very subtle. 

It’s not really your style. You don’t have much of that. You wear what’s expected. Years of the same uniform every day made you less concerned about clothing. Coming out, you just tried to match what was normal. You could laugh at the teenage rebel in her band shirts and striped leggings. 

The style is much too refined. Too elegant. That ever-present sense of inadequacy grows suffocating. He’s winning. 

You’re not a lady. You’re never going to be like him. You’ll always be another cog in the machine. Just doing what needs to be done. Even after your through your probation, you’ll have that stain for life. 

You send a thumbs up. What else can you do or say? You’ll look for something like that. The thought of walking into a lingerie shop makes you shrink further. If it’s anything like the boutique, you’ll be lucky not to be chased out by security. 

There’s always online. 

Sigh. Back to work. Think of anything but that. But him. Not so easy when everything around here is stamped with his condescending touch. 

💼

Laufeyson struts out as he checks his watch. He clears his throat and you’re on your feet. He waves you ahead of him. 

“I would guess you haven’t a car?” He wonders as he locks the door. 

“No, Mr. Laufeyson.” 

“No, you wouldn’t,” he sniffs. 

You’re patient and placid. You count up to ten and back down in your head. Let him say whatever he likes. Reacting is what got you into this. 

He strides ahead of you. You follow him outside and to his car. A sleek silver luxury sedan. You only get it as he buckles his seat belt. You will not presume. Especially with him. 

He turns the engine as you click the seat belt in. He checks his blind spots before he pulls out. He exhales heavily. 

He joins traffic and stretches his arm over to tap along the headrest behind you. His touch crawls along your hair and he extends his finger across your skull.

“It is a mess today,” he drones. “Come, let’s pass the time.” 

He wrenches you away from the seat. Your neck pangs with his strength. You grip the edge of the seat as you resist throwing a punch. 

You hold air in your chest and bend awkward between the seats. He shoves your head over his lap as you push the top of the seat belt behind you. You brace his leg as you twist awkwardly. 

You pick at his fly as your vision hazes. He’s already hard. You can’t help the shudder as it rolls through you. You take him out and stroke his length. Your jaw locks up and you take several breaths to loosen it. 

“You must sing for your supper,” he teases. 

You put your lips to his tip. Slowly, you open and slide down his length. You close your eyes and recede into yourself. Like you did when Shanna bashed your head into the top bunk. Everything after that was black. 

It’s not much different than that. Reality shifts and time whirs by. It all comes back in a sickening tide.

You choke as Laufeyson spurts down your throat and you pull off him with a cough, covering your mouth to catch the mess. Your spit is smeared down him and across your palm. Your face is wet with it, your tongue salty with his cum. 

You blink and look around. You don’t recognise this area. It’s far from the office. You’re shaken by the blip. 

“Darling,” he pets your head and lets you sit up. You gag as his cum gathers behind your tongue. 

You reach for the door and open it. You spit out onto the tarmac. There's a car right beside you, and to the other side of the car. You’re in a parking lot. The restaurant marquee greets you as you sit up. 

“Mm,” he tugs his pocket square free and wipes himself clean. You swallow down the dregs and drag your hand across your mouth. You check yourself in the side mirror. 

You’re silent as he gets out. You follow. You can only mirror him as the shock slakes away piece by piece. 

You enter the restaurant behind him. The hostess takes his name. It’s all a blur. 

As you’re led into the dining room, a squeal cuts through the din. 

“Loki!” A woman’s shrill cry stills your feet. Laufeyson stops and grumbles as you nearly hit his back. “Oh, what a surprise!” 

[sequinsmile-x]

Firstly, I love your writing so much! Thanks for all the amazing content you give us all the time 🩵

Secondly, can you please write a fic where Emily is being unusually clingy with Aaron (like more than the usual “I love spending all the time I can with you”), in a way that’s out of character for her?

Thanks so much 😊

Thanks bestie <3 that really means the whole world to me.

This came out a little more hurt/comfort than I expected, but what's new!!

I hope you enjoy this <3

-x-

Entwine

Emily knew better than most that she shouldn’t let herself see her reflection in victims or their family members, but she couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help but put herself in the shoes of the woman opposite her, the grief she was drowning in lapping at Emily’s feet.

Emily has a nightmare and seeks out comfort in the one place she knows she'll always find it.

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Warnings: nightmare

Words: 2.4k

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She wakes up slowly, drawn back to consciousness by a warm hand skipping up and down her arm and a kiss on her cheek. She groans, turning her head to capture Aaron’s lips in a kiss, opening her eyes as she kisses him a second time, smiling as she pulls back to look at him. He’s already dressed, looking very different to the soft, rumbled version of him she’d fallen asleep next to, and she knows that only means one thing. 

“A case?” She asks, her voice thick with sleep, and Aaron nods. He brushes her hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear. She leans into the warmth of his palm and turns her head to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand, groaning when she sees it’s 6.30 am. “Serial killers really need to respect my sleep schedule a little more.”

“I let you sleep as long as I could. Garcia will call you soon, but I’ve got to get Jack to Jessica’s before I head to the office,” Aaron smiles at her and holds up a key, a small keyring of a black cat dangling from it, “You okay to lock up?”

Emily presses her lips together to try to contain her smile, still not used to how he made her feel, not used to how much she loved him after all these weeks. It had been seven weeks since their first date. Seven weeks of them, of what she thinks they should have always had. Only Jessica and Jack knew about them so far but they were planning on telling the team soon. She was more anxious about it than she thought she would be, but she knew they had to know - that she and Aaron were already edging towards having kept it from them for too long. 

Their relationship felt precious. Something she wanted to protect and nurture without outside influence or criticism. It was something for them. Something that allowed her to be soft with someone in a way she thought she was no longer capable of, in a way that had been stripped from her years ago. She’d wondered if her and Aaron’s sharp edges would hurt the other, if despite their best efforts they’d tear each other apart, but it wasn’t like that. Their sharp edges seemed to slot together like puzzle pieces, like they were two halves of the same whole. He knew her in a way no one ever had, and she knew him in the same way. 

If she was younger, if she was a romantic who life hadn’t kicked around more than once, she’d even think he was made for her. 

Even if she didn’t believe in fate, she knew he was it for her, and she was it for him. They’d both fought for this - fought to be happy - and they were heading for a future that looked like the very thing she’d convinced herself she’d never get. A future full of love, and everything that came with it, even though they hadn’t said the words to each other yet. They didn’t need to say it. They both knew. His love for her was carved into the key he’s offering out to her, the trust that came with him giving her a key to his home - to the sanctuary and safety he’d clawed back after he had almost died here. His love for her was in the black cat keyring hanging from it, and she smiles as she pictures him standing in the store looking for exactly the right one, how he’d smile as he spotted it before he bought it just for this. 

“Okay,” She nods and takes the key from him, stamping her lips against his, her fingers scratching at the back of his scalp as she holds him close for a second. “I’ll see you at work?”  

“See you at work, sweetheart,” he says before he kisses her one last time and stands up, smiling when she groans, wrapping her arms around his pillow, “If you try to go back to sleep, I’ll send Jack in.” 

She sighs playfully and closes her eyes, “Oh no, morning snuggles with your adorable son,” she says, unable to hide her smile. “What a terrible punishment.” 

He chuckles, and it warms her from the inside out, finds a place to rest somewhere in her chest near her heart, “You asked for it.” 

She smiles against his pillow as she hears the bedroom door open, quickly followed by the rumble of both of their voices and then the thundering of Jack’s feet. The door bursts open again, and seconds later, Jack flops onto the bed, his forehead pressed against hers.

“Emmy, wake up!” 

She chuckles and pulls him into her arms, stamping a kiss against his cheek, “But I want to stay in bed.” 

“But I have to go to school, and you and Daddy have to go to work.” 

She has to press her lips together to contain her smile at his seriousness, and she looks over at Aaron, feels that familiar warmth again at the way he’s looking at them both. She makes a point of sighing dramatically before she nods, kissing his cheek again before she pulls back. 

“Then I guess I’d better start getting ready.”

___

It’s a long, hard day. 

She’s exhausted when she flops onto the bed in her hotel room, grimacing at the slightly lumpy mattress, and she sighs. She missed Aaron. It felt ridiculous because he was only a few doors down in his own room, but she missed him. They’d agreed to not share a room on cases, especially not until the team knew about them, but she’s itching to seek him out. Desperate to lay in his arms and fall asleep listening to his heartbeat, to allow the steady rhythm of it to soothe her as she tried to think about anything other than the conversation she’d had with a victim's wife today. 

She’d volunteered herself to go and do the interview, happy to do it alone if it meant she got a bit of breathing space from her handsome, secret, boyfriend. He was always handsome to her, but there was something about watching him work that drove her crazy, something about the crease between his brows when he frowned as he concentrated that made her have to keep herself busy just so she didn’t reach out and press her thumb into it. 

She didn’t think anything of it. She’d conducted countless interviews like it, had borne witness to many people's grief, but something about this woman’s openness, about the rawness of it, had cut into her from the start. 

Sophie Robinson was a woman in her 40s who had lost the man she’d loved after only finding him a few years earlier. Emily knew better than most that she shouldn’t let herself see her reflection in victims or their family members, but she couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help but put herself in the shoes of the woman opposite her, the grief she was drowning in lapping at Emily’s feet as she sat in her living room, her home now a museum of the life she thought she’d get to have more of. 

Emily blows out a shaky breath and rubs the heels of her hands over her eyes as she pulls the covers around her. She pulls the neckline of the t-shirt she’s wearing, Aaron’s t-shirt, up over her nose to breathe him in. She closes her eyes and tries to trick herself into thinking he’s there with her, slowly but surely falling asleep.

___

She hums to herself as she makes dinner, smiling as she hears Jack giggling in the next room. 

She’s distracted by the doorbell ringing, and she turns down the heat on the stove. She pops her head into the living room on her way past and smiles at Jack as he turns to look at her, his favourite game in hand. 

“Dinners almost ready, honey. Dad will be home soon.” 

He nods, “Okay, Emmy.” 

She walks to the front door, pulling it open without checking who is on the other side, and she smiles when she comes face to face with Derek, her happiness at seeing her friend almost immediately replaced with confusion. “Hi, what are you doing here?”

He blows out a breath, and she can almost feel the shudder of it, can see the pain in his eyes, “Em…”

She looks down, sees blood on his shirt, and she gasps, “Whose blood is that?” She looks past him to his parked car, sees JJ in the passenger seat and she sucks in a breath, “Where’s Aaron?��

Derek sighs and steps towards her, but she steps back, shaking her head, “Em-”

“No,” she says, her throat dry, the hammer of her heart in her chest so strong she thinks it might shatter her sternum from the inside out, “No.” 

Someone screams, and she thinks it might be her.

___

She sits up and sucks in a breath, she sharpness of it sticking in her raw throat, the scream that had pulled her from her nightmare turning into a cough. She hugs her legs against her chest and presses her forehead to her knees, desperate to try and calm herself down, but it doesn’t work. She can barely breathe, pulled under by fear and grief, and it pushes her to her feet. Has her grabbing the keycard for her room and heading out into the hallway, the cool air in comparison to the warmth of her room doing something to bring her back to herself. 

She hesitates for a moment at his door, briefly remembering their deal about not sharing rooms on cases, but when she closes her eyes, she can see the blood on Derek’s shirt in her dream, and she knocks. The relief she feels when she almost immediately hears him get out of bed is palpable, pulling a gasp somewhere from deep in her gut, and tears spill down onto her cheeks. 

He pulls the door open, his eyes sleepy and confused, and she throws herself at him, wraps her arms tightly around his middle and buries her face in his chest.

“Em?” He asks, holding her tightly, tugging her back into his room so he can close the door before he pulls back just enough to look at her, his hands on her cheeks as he looks her up and down, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? What happened?” 

“I…” she chokes out, and she shakes her head, burying her face to his chest again, something close to a sob escaping against his t-shirt, the vibration of it passing from her to him. 

He holds her tightly, something fierce in his grasp on her as he runs his fingers through her hair and kisses the top of her head, “I’ve got you,” he says, kissing her head again, “I’ve got you.” 

She grasps him tighter as he tries to pull away, “No.” 

It’s what she’d screamed in her nightmare, the rawness of it the same, and it makes her hold him even tighter.

“I’m right here. I’m not going to let you go,” he promises, pulling back just enough to look at her, “Let’s just sit down, okay?” 

She nods, and she can see how the desperation in it worries him, how it adds to the concern already swimming in his eyes, and she clings to him as she lets him lead her through his room. She half expects him to take her to the bed, but he doesn’t. He leads her to the chair in the corner instead and encourages her to sit on his lap. She curls up against him and presses her face into his neck. She places her hand over his heart and feels the rhythm of it, lets the steady beat of it start to calm her down, to soothe the last remaining bits of fear left behind by her nightmare. He comforts her the entire time. His lips against the top of her head and his hand on her hip under the t-shirt she’s wearing, the warmth of his skin drawing her back to herself. 

She isn’t sure how much time passes when she eventually speaks, her forehead still pressed against his neck, “I’m sorry.” 

Aaron kisses her hairline, “You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart,” he says, his smile soft and reassuring when she tilts her head to look up at him, “Want to talk about it?” 

“I…” she clears her throat, “I had a nightmare. You were…” she drifts off again, and she knows she doesn’t have to say anything else, that he already knows. Even in the short time they’d been together, they’d woken each other up with a nightmare. Taking it in turns to soothe and comfort. To bring the other back to them with soft touches and kisses as they talked them through it. 

They took it in turns to be the strong one, something she knew they’d been doing for long before they ever even kissed. 

“The interview today?” He asks, and she chokes on a laugh, because of course he knew, and she nods. 

“Yeah, the interview today,” she says, finally pulling back enough to look at him properly. She smiles when he immediately wipes tears from her cheeks, “She said she wished she found him sooner,” she presses her lips together to try to stop the shake in them as she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, “I guess it hit a little too close to home.” 

He grabs her hand and links their fingers together, dragging their joint hands to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I think I’ll always wish we’d found each other sooner, Em,” he says, furrowing his brows at himself, “Or, figured it all out sooner, I guess, but we have our whole future ahead of us. There’s so many good things waiting for us.” 

She wants to tell him that she loves him, but she doesn’t want to remember this night when she looks back on the first time she said it, doesn’t want to think of this hotel and it’s shitty mattresses and the nightmare that had torn her from sleep. Instead, she presses her forehead against his and sighs happily. 

“I’m looking forward to it,” she says, stamping her lips against his, “All of it.” 

He nods, his forehead knocking against hers, “Me too.”