#he’s mad about it for the rest of the day

[cosmicporos]

Arcane character x GN! Reader on Period.

synopsis: Just some period comfort hcs with Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Ekko, Mel and Jinx!

Warning: Cursing. 18+ FOR JINX, no smut but somewhat spicy. Rest of the characters are fluff.

Please enjoy! So sorry it took me so long!

Viktor

He’s very educated on menstrual cycles to begin with! (Biology nerd)

Definitely has a calendar and keeps track of all your cycles.

The day before you’re supposed to get your period he comes home from shopping and restocks on food and pads, tampons, ibuprofen etc.

Would definitely give you a massage to help with cramps.

“Beloved?” Viktor knocked from behind the door before proceeding to enter your shared room. "I got what you needed," he said, setting down the grocery bag containing both the tampons and pads. “And these," he added, revealing a variety of your favorite chocolates, salty chips, and even a bottle of your preferred tea.

You blinked at him, your expression shifting from surprise to gratitude. "You didn't have to-"

“Tsk, tsk, tsk” He quickly shushed you. His free hand reaching to brush a strand of hair from your face. "I wanted to. Now, do me a favor and relax." Before you could protest or question any further, he knelt down by your side, his clever hands carefully lifting the edge of the blanket. "Turn over, Darling” he coaxed, and when you complied, he placed his hands on your lower back, his touch warm and deliberate.

"I read this helps," Viktor murmured as his fingers began to work small, soothing circles into your tense muscles. You feel your muscles loosen and quickly melt into Viktor’s touch.

His hands run a little on the colder side, yet they still work their magic and alleviate the pain in your abdomen.

"You're too good to me," you murmured, your voice muffled as you rested your head against your arm.

"Nonsense," Viktor replied, his voice low and unwavering. "You endure so much… this is the least I can do." He says leaving a small gentle kiss on your cheek.

Jayce

He’s the biggest softy for you on your period oh boy oh boy oh boy. He is completely at your beck and call.

He’s also super carful about your emotional during this time. He tries his hardest to leave work on time and come home!

He understands mood swings can happen and he’s very patient! He accidentally messed up and ticked you off? He’ll nod along as you lecture him and act like a kicked puppy. Then afterwards will ask if you’re okay and if you need space. Will 100% make up and apologize by getting you a sweet treat :3

Jayce finally made his way back home, shoulders heavy and tense. his tie askew and his hair slightly mussed, looking like he'd run the entire way home. You stand up from your place on the couch and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Welcome home” you smile at home before your eyes lower to see an empty handed Jayce. "You forgot?" you said quietly, your voice heavy with disappointment.

Jayce froze, guilt washing over his face. "Forgot what?"

"The heating pad," you replied, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. "You said you'd grab it on your way home. I've been in pain all day, Jayce."

His heart sank. "Oh no," he whispered moving to run a hand down his hair. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I don't know how I missed it…”. He thinks for a moment before he says, “That’s on me, and I'll fix it right now!" He turned to leave, planning to head straight back to the lab.

"No... that's alright Jayce, just please remember next time." You grab hold of his sleeve. He let out a soft sigh and turned around to face you.

"I'm so sorry about that sweetheart... Honestly I was just excited to get back home to you is all." He mumbled into your hair as he pulled you into a hug.

"No no it's fine really, it's not too big of a deal" The warmth of his body slowly encapsulating itself protectively over you.

“No you should be upset it’s okay! I’ll be more responsible next time.” His puppy eyes glowing as if he almost wanted you to be mad at him. It was incredibly difficult to deny Jayce whenever he would behave like this…

“I uh…. O-okay?…. Please do better next time.” Your eyes are looking at anything else but at him.

"... you need to be mad at me until I figure out how to make it up to you." His strong arm coming up from behind to softly pat your side. "How does that sound?"

You laugh off the pervious nerves “I think that sounds perfect" You tilt your head up to face him and press a warm soft kiss to his cheek.

Vi

Okay I feel like for Vi for some reason you two would always be synced

She’s all tough and prepared on day one until day two hits and… that’s a different story

You always end up completely staying home together on the second day of your periods

You groaned as another cramp hit, curling further into yourself under the layers of warmth. Next to you, Vi let out a sharp exhale through her nose, gripping the heat pack on her stomach.

"This is some sick joke," Vi muttered, her voice heavy with irritation. She shifts on the bed, but the movement only made her wince. "I could take a punch to the gut, no problem, but this? This is worse than any fight I've been in."

You scoot closer towards Vi drapes an arm over you, pulling you snug against her chest. Her hand found your hair, fingers threading through it lazily.

"We're a mess," you mumbled into her tank top.

"Yeah," she admitted, pressing her cheek against the top of your head. "But at least we're a mess together."

Vi is totally one to do a complete 180 on the next day.

While you’re still dying of pain she manages to get out of bed early and heads to the store to pick up some stuff

Vi's heavy boots thudded softly against the floor, the sound bringing a flicker of relief. "Alright, babe," her familiar rasp broke the silence, “I got a couple of things for you”

“Don’t you mean us?” You sit up straight and tilt your head a little confused.

“Oh no, I’m doing fine sweetheart don’t you worry. But… I know you probably still feel like a sack of shit so I picked up some goodies for you.” she pulled out an assortment of snacks like chips, gummy candy, soda, juice..(if it had sugar she’s go it!…)

“If these cramps won’t kill me… the amount of sugar here will…” Your eyebrows furrowed at the mess of snacks in front of you.

“Oh pip down will you? Haven’t even gotten to the best part.” What she pulled out next made your breath hitch. It was a small, ridiculously cute plushie. A chubby fox with big shiny eyes and a fluffy tail. Vi plopped it onto your lap as she smirked from your reaction. “Cute huh?” She sits down next to you. “I picked it out cuz it reminded me of you”

Your face flushed instantly, a mix of embarrassment and warmth flooding through you. You picked up the fox, turning it over in your hands. Its fluffy tail was so soft it almost felt unreal, and the wide, shiny eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the room. "Reminded you of me?" you asked, glancing at Vi with a raised brow.

“Yeah well… it’s cute and small.. so it reminds me of you.” She leaned back against the headboard, “And it’s a little spunky. Just like you.”

You roll your eyes and softly punch her shoulder. "It does cheer me up," you admitted softly, clutching the plush fox closer. "Thank you, Vi."

She wraps an arm around you shoulder and pulls you in “No problem Cupcake, anything for you.”

Ekko

HES PANICKING

but in the outside he’s cool as a cucumber

The inside? oh god. He’s stressing out about making sure all your needs are met.

You are not allowed to go on missions during this time at all. He doesn’t exactly forbid it per say but he does shoot a glare whenever you flinch due to the pain of your cramps. He’s always behind you making sure you’re okay

He’s like a little momma bird

You were currently getting ready for a mission, bag laying across the table as you carefully prepare stuffing it full of food, medical supplies, bombs and your trusty lock pick. Ekko leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that ever so perceptive gaze of his.

"You good?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, fine," you replied, wincing as another cramp twisted in your stomach. You shake your head cursing at your own reaction.

He was by your side in seconds, gently taking the pack from your hands. "You're lying."

“Ekko please…” you straightened your back. "I'm fine," you insisted, reaching for the pack again, but Ekko held it out of reach.

reach.

"You think I don't notice you wincing every five seconds?" His voice softened, though his eyes stayed firm. "You can't go out like this.”

“I’m not some baby. Believe me I’ll be just fine.”you protested, though even you could hear how unconvincing you

“Look… you sound way too unconvincing and because you’re way too stubborn…” He paused looking at you and finally smiling. “How about I skip out on this mission too? And you know.. take care of my girl?.” A proud and playful smile adorns his lips while he waits for your response.

You’re a little surprised, not because he doesn’t put you first but because he’s allowing himself to relax in a way as well. “Are you sure about that?" you ask, your voice softer than you intended. "I mean... this mission sounds important. I don't want you to–“

"Stop." He cuts you off gently, stepping closer. The distance between you shrinks, and you feel his hand come to rest on your shoulder, steady and warm. "I've been out there long enough to know the world ain't gonna fall apart if I sit one out." He takes a deep breath and continues, "I know I push myself too hard sometimes. And yeah, protecting our people is important and all, but so is being here. With you. What's the point of fighting if I can't take a moment to enjoy what I'm fighting for?"

“Ekko…” His words hit you harder than you expected, the vulnerability in them catching you off guard.

"Yeah firefly?…” He tilts his head, watching you carefully. His hands fidgeting together like a nervous child.

You let out a small sigh, your resolve crumbling. "Just... don't make a habit of this, okay? The Firelights need you."

"They'll manage," he says with a wink. "I'll make it up to 'em. Promise." He finally makes his way over to you placing a small kiss on your neck before continuing. “But let me make it up to you first okay?”

Jinx

18+

Okay jinx is an absolute horndog when you’re on your period

You got cramps? Uhhhh…. Solution????… her mouth and fingers.

“Love bug come onnnnnn! You know making you cum will help with cramps! What’s the big deal?” She sighed dramatically flopping over the table in front of her.

“Love bug?…” You questioned. “And the deal is I’m on my period!…. I don’t want to make a big mess for you to deal with okay.” You huffed out embarrassed at her playful yet lewd antics.

“Yeah! Love bug cuz you love me and you’re always buzzing around me! Like a bug!” Jinx proudly exclaimed her bright idea of a nickname, perhaps a bit too proudly… “And besides! Me?… care about a mess? You’re kidding right?” she looks almost offended but the fact you assumed she wouldn't do this for you.

“Jinx… I just feel gross okay… I don’t really feel super desirable right now.” You sighed placing your face into your hands.

She bangs her fists on the table and jumps up from her seat. “You’re fucking joking right? You’re smoking babe. SMOKING. Like SMOKING HOT! Her arms waved around as she talked to draw out more emphasis to her claim. She lets out a playful scoff “It’s taking every fiber of my being to not pounce on you right now!”

“Jinx… knock it off…” you bit your lip embarrassed and turned away. “I know that isn’t true at all… quit being too nice.”

“Doll…. You’re way too into your own head! I’m saying I wanna bang and you think I’m lyin?” She puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head. “No no no we can’t be having that! Doll come here.”

Your expression as you looked at her told Jinx you in fact did not know who to believe. You’re corrupt emotions or your loving girlfriend? Either way you walked to her and stopped till you were in front of her. She quickly cupped your face and pulled you into a deep inviting kiss. Her hands roam softly along your body, gently holding and squeezing every part she loved.

She breaks away from the kiss and looks at you, her voice more serious than you’d like it to be. “Y/N you’re always going to be perfect to me, there’s no way in hell l’d ever be grossed out by you.” She leans in closer and softly leaves kisses along your collar “Besides I wanna love you. I wanna make you feel so crazy good you won’t even remember all your dumb troubles.”

Mel

MEL MEL MEL MEL MEL 😻 fancy rich lady who spoils you

While I do think she’ll still be super busy with work, she’ll most definitely make sure your body is been taken care of.

She lets the chef know your nutritional needs, taking notes you need more iron in your diet.

And when she does come home it’s all kisses, cuddles and praise getting sent your way!

Since she could remember, Mel could take care of just about anything. It didn’t matter if it was a delicate political negotiation or ensuring you felt cared for on your worst days, she had an effortless way of making you feel like the center of her world

The moment she left for the council meeting that morning, you heard her speaking quietly with the private chef, listing off ingredients and dietary adjustments with her usual precision. "She needs more iron," you overheard her say, her voice warm yet firm. "Spinach, lentils, maybe some lean meat. And add something sweet but not too high in sugar content. She deserves to enjoy herself, but make sure it stay healthy for my sake.

Hours later, as you lay curled up on the couch, a warm blanket draped over you, the scent of something savory wafted through the air. The chef had outdone himself, delivering a meal tailored exactly to what your body needed, paired with a small plate of indulgent chocolate covered fruits. It brought a soft smile to your lips. Mel always thought of everything, she always thought of you.

the front door finally opened, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor announced her arrival. You craned your neck to look at her, and the moment her golden eyes landed on you, her expression softened.

"There's my love," she murmured, setting her things aside and making a beeline for you.

"Hello darling, long day?" you asked, your voice soft.

"Not anymore," she replied, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before settling beside you on the couch. Her hand came up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin. "How are you feeling? Did you eat?"

You nodded. "The food was perfect. Thank you for taking care of it."

“Oh? So you heard me did you?”She hummed in satisfaction, pulling you gently into her. Her arms wrapped around you snugly, her fingers trailing softly along your back in soothing patterns. "You've been so strong," she whispered. "But you don't have to be right now. Let me take care of you”

You melted into her embrace, feeling the tension in your body ease as she held you. "You deserve the world," she murmured, her voice full of affection. "And I intend to give it to you, one kiss or gentle word at a time. You will be shown my love”

ERM SO A LINE FROM JAYCE’S PART IS FROM XAVIER’S NEW CARD FROM LOVE AND DEEPSPACE! I recently pulled it and oh my god…. It’s been stuck in my mind…. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED

[sunny-knight]

What Kind Of Monster Was He?

A @forgettable-au fan (colored) animatic

MINOR BLOOD WARNING!

*Was he the kind to do too much, or not enough?

…OK, SO WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS-

I had planned to finish this into a full fledged animation, but a lot of the parts I did end up finishing just didnt live up to what I imagined…I waited for more motivation to happen, but it just didnt so HERES THE COLORED ANIMATIC CAUSE IM REALLLY HAPPY WITH WHAT I HAVE and ive sat on posting this for like a 2 weeks 😭 which is an eternity in my time

Im gonna post the unfinished “finished” part on my side account @o-sunny-day though! and probably have people yell at me cause it actually isnt that bad AND IT TOTALLY ISNT I just… art. You get it. ENOUGH YAPPING! ITS TIME TO YAP!

except not yet, MORE BACKGROUND INFO HUCDHUC- but its background info on explaining the lore…

The explaining is much less expansive than in Dear My Dear just because I didnt work on it long enough to think every bit of it through. This is just a clean, nicer looking, and colored version of the very first storyboard.

I usually think about and put more effort into the little stuff while making the FINISHED bits since ive had so much more time to think about that in all the preppin n sketching.

BUT I liked the explaining format I did for Dear My Dear so im sticking with it!

The main idea for this was to do a study of Wingdings’ character from what we’ve been given, mainly focusing in on the expectations he puts on himself because holy shit the lyrics for this works so stupidly well it makes me mad LOOK AT THIS???

its ridiculous. i love it. I didnt know Jack Stauber helped write Forgettable AU???? woww!!! ANYWHO thats the gist of it, not much context is needed past that. Onto the sillies!!!! (per usual excuse the shitty quality of the pngs idk why Tumblr does that-)

Did you know love? Will you rest in peace?

Wingdings and Sans holding hands as kids, before turning to a casket like appearance for adult WD. The flowers hes holding are pretty important too, Marigolds to represent grief, Lilys, new life, and Forget Me Nots for this lovely little line I found when looking up good flowers to use-

“a promise to always remember” ….stop that.

That actually also has a double meaning in this case too. 1, ofc the forgetting of Wingdings. But ALSO Wingdings forgetting something himself. Forgetting who he is. Almost like a Zuko ATLA situation.

Did you have a family?

Who knows where theyre parents are, but this is HAPPY TIME and we’re gonna assume they were so awesome and very kind but had to leave or went to a farm in the sky for whatever reason.

The colors here I had a lot of fun with. Their parents had warm colors but the boys have cold, still with warm accents. Its said they more or less raised each other being very independent as shown in the second part with them running out the door by themselves.

How was the view from the shelf? Did you ever believe in yourself?

Before, we started with the beginnings. The good things, the only thing Wingdings cares to even recall. Now we’re seeing his life really start to turn upside down- making first contact with The Player :D

He’s hesitant to reach out, but is intrigued, before getting a rushing revelation of his reality and how it isnt “real”

Rather than feeling crushing existential dread, he more feels pressured to be BETTER, to figure a solution, to do something. Thats what white represents here

WHAT KIND OF MILK WERE YOU?

We then switch to more examples of how Wingdings is taking this pressure (not well) The soft tones of yellow that were shown before, turn to way brighter, intensifying that feeling that he should be fine, he should be happy, drowning in success of being the Royal Scientist.

But he just desperately wants to just go back to a time of nice coldness.

The warm vs cold tones in this I had so much fun with, coldness is supposed to represent hostility usually, while warm is nice and happy. (same with Black and white. Scary, relieving,) But these points often contradict each other, its hard to tell what you’re feeling vs what you’re supposed to be feeling. Just like Wingdings!

WHAT KIND OF LIFE DID YOU LIVE THROUGH?

The white lab coats, the expectations, theyre on all of them. But Wingdings has essentially become his expectations.

He questions what life he wants to live, one being himself and alone (speaking in wingdings) or not himself and with company (speaking in a “normal” font) Still, he frames it in past tense as he believes theres no going back now, based on what he knows.

“One of the last happy moments they had together” stop that. (i cant find a link to when that was said but I know it was once, about them taking a photo together….)

DID YOUR LIFE RUN RICH WITH CALCIUM?

Calcium….bonesss :3 Hehehehdhehfhehehheheheh still dont know why he has holes in his hands so we’re movin on

DID THEY LAUGH AT YOU OR DID YOU LAUGH AT THEM?

Compared to the childhood Wingdings remembered, heres the sadder, bleaker, more realistic version. He always thought they were laughing at him but… maybe they werent.

DAIRY BELOVED. YOUR DAYS ARE GONE,

It doesnt matter now though. Because in the NOW, Wingdings has become consumed by his expectations of himself, seeing this has the “only option” to do the only thing that he feels will give his life meaning and purpose, establishing connection with THE PLAYER

But the grocery list goes on…

And yet life continues on without him, and his room is transformed into a more livable space now that someone is…living in it. Always hurts so much making the differences between Wingdings and Papyrus’ room. It feels like making something out of the man Wingdings COULD HAVE been. Because honestly thats just what Papyrus is,

Thank you to my bestie @fruitytrip for helping me with all of my art in general but especially the storyboarding on this :3 <3

[azziesbattybaddie]

Shadows and Snow Angels

Chapter 1 - A little bundle

Azriel x Reader, Azriel x child OCs

Normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to get mad it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

Word count: 1.3k

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Requested: Sorta. This prompt wasn't requested to me per se, but I saw @romantasyreader28 made a post wanting someone to write it and it inspired me.

If you don't like what your reading click off!

Series warnings: past emotional abuse, past physical abuse, past emotional trauma, non explicit thoughts of suicide, depression, parental doubt, child abandonment, past child abandonment, brief talk of past pregnancy. no details mentioned, mention of non explicit SA. Every chapter will be individually tagged.

Author's note: I just wanted to say that this prompt pulled me out of a really bad writing slump after my co-writer/biscuit making master childhood kitty unfortunately passed about 2 months ago. So thank you @romantasyreader28, this story really helped me get back into writing and I hope you really enjoy it. It did deviate slightly from your original prompt but I hope that the fact that this will be a series makes up for it. Enjoy!

Author's note 2: hey so I lied, I got a boost of energy and actually finished this early, so I'm only 1 day late. I'm going to try and put a fic or drabble out every Friday but please be aware I'm in the middle of moving so if I miss a day or am late, it's probably for good reason.

Chapter warnings: brief talk of past child abandonment, non explicit memories of child abuse, brief mention of being pregnant, implied SA, some cursing but not much.

See normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to be mad, it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

"Please don't be upset, Devlon said that if someone didn't take him then he was going to send him off to another camp and he would end up just like Cass... I couldn't just leave him like that." His Shadows reached out to you invitingly, curling and spinning like they were excited. "Love, please say something..."

Your mate never rambled, it wasn't in his nature and that's what shocked you the most to be honest. So you sat where you were on the couch, mid bite of pizza, trying to figure out if he actually adopted a baby without telling you, or if he just decided to babysit Nyx for the night and is pranking you. No, no he definitely adopted a baby and didn't tell you, that sounds about right for him.

"Azriel, tell me that this is a prank and that, THAT little boy is just our nephew in a table cloth..." You set down your plate of food and walked over to your mate, Shadows now running up your back and sitting on your shoulders calmly. You knew, you just had a feeling in your gut that he was not just joking around.

Azriel was clutching the small bundle to his chest as if it would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly. You came and pulled back the fabric to see a small Illyrian infant tightly wrapped in a tattered excuse of a baby blanket. You gasped and clapped a hand over your mouth as you saw the most precious little thing, he had no clothes but the blanket. A lithe inky Shadow jumped from your hand and into the little boy. It nuzzled his cheek lovingly before returning to rest under your mates wing.

You scooped the baby up out of Azriels arms before he could react and headed upstairs to the nursery. You quickly set him on the changing table, and unfurled the raggy fabric. The poor thing didn't even have a diaper just mess of fabric pinned against him. You didn't have to even leave the changing station seeing as the shadows that followed you up the stairs had a clean garment waiting right next to you. As you were changing him into a fresh, actual diaper, you heard Azriel's footsteps coming up the stairs behind you.

"Babe, I know that you have a perfectly reasonable explanation but your timing is kind of horrible Azzie..." You said only half joking as you handed him the baby back gently and grabbed the nearest actual blanket to wrap around him snuggly. You quickly ran to dress your sleeping baby girl is some warm clothes and a blanket too. Barely 2 weeks old and the little Astrid was already mixed into the family drama.

"Where are we going?" Azriel asked tentatively. He was holding the baby like a statue, only holding him right because of how you handed him over. Azriel's Shadows swarmed Astrid the moment you set her down to go nuzzle and love on her. You had taught them to be careful to not completely smother her. It was said that a Shadowsinger's Shadows would only listen to their master. Maybe it was the mating bond, maybe they just liked you but sometimes it seemed that the inky void that shrouds your mate, liked you better.

"Az, you know how to hold a baby, you know cuz your and Uncle... And a Father..." You set your still daughter back in her crib for a moment and padded over and cradle your mates face in your hand, your other intertwined with his scared flesh. "I'm not mad at you. Just, you do realize that we've only had Astrid for a couple of weeks and now we have two, right?"

"I know, and I'm sorry for not telling you. I was afraid if I didn't bring him home, Devlon would have sent him off before I could get back." Azriels shoulders seemed to finally relax a shadow falling from his mess of curls to sit around his neck calming. His grip on the swaddled little one became natural again. "You still didn't tell me where we are going, it past 1 in the morning."

You picked up Astrid, shooing away the inky void that doted on her constantly and walked to your bed room to grab your shoes and your coat. Azriel stood in the hallway that lead back downstairs, waiting for you patiently. He was bouncing the little boy in his arms gently, this parental instincts finally coming back to him when the little one started to cry.

"Feyre always said that we could head over to the river house in a time of emergency and I'm detailing 'we just adopted a little boy with no clothes or anything we need to take care for of a second baby,' an emergency. She probably still has some clothes that is too small for Nyx laying around, for now at least."

You both decided to walk the short distance to you home to the giant river house. Your daughters wings fluttered at the feel of snowflakes melting on the every so often. You both walked close together, as you usually did, babys in arms, the quiet of velaris washed over the two of you like a blanket. You could feel Azriel's Shadows almost climbing up your legs and coming to rest on your shoulders to admire their masters daughter.

"Ok..." You said slowly your head clearing with the fresh chilled air. "I'm not upset. But I'm going to ask some questions and I need better than 'I don't know', ok?" You needed to hear what happened, as much as it happens, it's rare for a baby to end up with no one and you wanted to know everything about this little life that you were about to add to your family.

Azriel nodded his head, his eyes trailed over the white city. As tense as he always looked, Azriel's Shadows curled up under his wings comfortably. He cradled the infant tightly to his chest, scarred fingers gently played with the edge of the blanket as you both walked. Normally the Shadows would flock to you when you had Astrid but they seemed to have divided, wanting to look over and cuddle both babys.

"Does he have a name?" You start with. As you cross the Sidra you can smell the food coming from the rainbow, you could even hear the faint sound of music booming, Rita's not being far away. You still can't believe that days of going out and partying until sunrise with your family wouldn't be an option for a long, long while.

"Not that I know of." He shrugged, adjusting the blanket so the infants wings fan out comfortably after he started to fuss. The boy seemed to be a calm baby so far but you would be taking him to madja bright and early tomorrow just to make sure nothing was wrong.

"How old is he?"

"Devlon said he's not more than 6 months old, he didn't know specifics. He just said that his father was killed in the blood rite this year and his mother was... Like I said, he would have been just another Cass..." He bounced the little boy in his arms, more to soothe himself than the baby.

Your blood boiled in your veins, and you had to take multiple deep breaths to keep from crying. You loved your mate dearly, and his brothers were your family, the best you could have asked for but Illyrians in general made you so angry most of the time! They treat females like property and they steal them just the same. Then the female gets shamed for being pregnant, without a husband. If he really was like Cass, you prayed to the Cauldron that his mother had a peaceful second life after what she no doubt endured.

"Well, if we're going to keep him, he's going to need a name." You said with a smile as you neared the side walk that lead up to the river house. Your mate had the biggest heart and the kindest soul, you didn't care what anyone said, you knew him best. This male brought home countless animals so he could nurse them back to health. He always made sure that nothing bad happened to those animals, and if they didn't make it, they earned a spot in your backyard with the other rainbow pets, as Azriel likes to call them. If the Mother sent him a baby then she meant for us to be the ones to love him. Azriel thought for a bit. He only looked up once we stood at the front door of his brother's home.

"What about Rhain?" A shadow flew up and wrapped around the door knocker, knocking loudly before returning to your mates shoulder.

"Why Rhain?" You asked before knocking again louder this time before you saw a light turn on inside meaning you got somes attention.

Azriel shrugged his shoulders and shook his head with the smallest smile coming to rest over his face. He looked down at the bundled little baby with a fondness you only seen him show to your daughter. You head shuffling on the other side of the door and smiled at your mate before your brother in law opened the door, looking very much worse for wear.

"Rhain it is."

FYI Rhain, pronounced Rain or Rine, either is fine means strength, power, resistance, and potential. It also means 'the spear' in Welsh.

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(𐙚⋆.˚) ghost of you

🕸🕷✮⋆ [taeyong x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 1.8k w. death, mention of drunk driving, grief, alcohol consumption, lmk if you find any more! angst ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

hey siri! play "ghost of you" by the 5 seconds of summer

january 27th, 2025 - 6:48pm

hey baby, i've been trying to reach you but i'm guessing you fell asleep... anyways, i have to go now, but i'll call you tomorrow, same time as always… i love you and i miss you more than i could even express. you’re my everything, remember that always… i’ll talk to you soon, okay? i'm dying to hear your voice… i love you so much, rest well my love.

january 28th, 2025 - 7:02am

yn? please answer me… your mom just called and i- this is some type of sick joke, isn't it? i refuse to believe it, i know you're just asleep, you’ll call me tomorrow, right? please, i just… i need to hear your voice again, i need to know you’re safe. i love you, baby, please be okay, please, please be okay.

january 29th, 2025 - 6:37pm

doyoung called me yesterday. uhm, when the phone rang i thought it was you for a second, i even saw your name on the screen… i guess not sleeping does that to a person. he told me he went to see your mom at your house and that he didn’t want to believe it either… we all love you so much, you know, and we miss you even though you’re barely gone... i’m going to my superipr’s office today, i need to go home to see you one last time… i love you, you’re forever my everything and i hope you know that.

january 30th, 2025 - 6:34pm

hey, baby. i got back home last night… everything is just the way you left it. i can still feel you here, i couldn’t even move to your side of the bed. there's a half drunk coffee cup on the table, it has your lipstick on it still… am i wrong for not wanting to wash it yet? i know it’s a little disgusting, but i can't get rid of it, not yet at least… anyways, i’m going to your brother’s house today to check up on him, your mom says he wont talk to anyone… i hope he’ll talk to me. i love you, baby, i miss you.

february 3rd, 2025 - 6:39pm

i dreamt of you last night, it was the first time i’ve gotten more than a single hour of sleep since you… since you left. you were there like you have been ever since i met you in that practice room so long ago. you remember that, right? when you dropped hyuck off and i spilled my soda on you? yeah, we were back there. you told me not to worry, that everything is fine. it felt different than it did before, though, because you were crying and holding my face like you do when you try to make things better… nothing is fine, yn. you’re gone, and a world without you simply cannot be anything but fucking awful. 

february 3rd, 2025 - 6:45pm

oh, and i forgot. i went to see hyuck but i didn’t get him to talk… he was on your childhood bed, the one with the pink covers… he hasn’t gotten out of your room for anything but the bathroom, so your parents are very worried. i’m gonna try to make it better, okay? i’ll help him because i know it’s destroying you to watch this from up there… i love you, always.

february 5th, 2025 - 6:33pm

hey, my love. i just got off the phone with my superior… he said i can stay home and we’ll issue when i can resume my service. i begged him to let me go back, you know… i need to be okay, i need to be busy so i don't think about you every second of every day; but he said i need to grieve in peace, so now i'm stuck here again. i’m staying with doyoung because every time i step foot at our house i feel like i’m dying inside, although i told him it’s because it’s closer to your parents, just in case they need me. i know he knows the truth, but i have to be strong, you know? they all lost you too. i love you, ill talk to you soon.

february 7th, 2025 - 3:56am

why did you have to leave me, yn? why did you decide to walk when you knew hyuck could take you to work? why on earth did you do that? i’m so mad, not only at you, but at everything. i’m mad because you shouldn’t have walked, i’m mad because some fucking asshole decided to drunk drive at five in the fucking afternoon. i’m mad because i wasn’t there… i should’ve been there to push you out of the way and then maybe it would be you sitting here at home feeling like nothing makes any sense anymore. you should be here, with me, dancing around the kitchen like we always did when we got drunk. now i’m dancing with a fucking ghost… i love you so much, but i’m so fucking mad at the world for making you leave me.

february 7th, 2025 - 6:47pm

hey angel… uhm, i’m sorry for this morning, i was really drunk and everything kind of came crashing down on me… i’m cleaning up right now because i left a mess when i came back. i shattered the coffee cup and your lipstick is gone, which made me cry like a fucking baby… i also found my old zeppelin shirt, the one you stole the first night you ever slept over. i remember you sent me a picture of you wearing it the day of the accident, it’s even my wallpaper still… but yeah, i miss you, baby, and i’m not mad at you.

february 20th, 2025 - 6:32pm

hi baby, sorry i haven’t reached out in so long, i’ve been busy trying to get my shit together… i talked to your brother today, i finally got him out of the house and we went to the park. we ate those coconut ice creams you liked so much and sat by fred the statue, hyuck cried the entire time. we talked about you, all the happy memories and how fucking funny you were, always cheering us up in our worst moments… we also talked about the big fight we had when he found out we were dating. remember that? he tried to fist fight me when he was 14 even though i was so much bigger than him. i guess he was right then, though. we were too young and dumb to know things like love. but I know better now, and i have loved you ever since the very first second i saw your pretty face.

march 17th, 2025 - 6:57pm

hello, baby, long time no see… i just got out of your memorial… your parents asked me to talk because neither of them can bring themselves to, so i did and i don't think i’ve ever looked as pathetic in my life… i can’t stop crying, even now that it’s long over… everyone was here, you know, even sion and them. i think you would’ve hated it, you always despised seeing people cry… i’m taking hyuck to our house tonight. he said he needs to be surrounded by you, so he’ll stay with me until we’re both better. you should see him now, how disarmed he is… it scares me a lot, what if i don’t do as good of a job at cheering him up as you would’ve? i mean, i can’t even get myself to stop feeling like i’m being crushed, how the fuck am i supposed to help him?... i don’t know, but i promise i’ll figure it out. i love you, ynnie, forever always.

april 27th, 2025 - 6:35pm

hey ynnie, i’m back here again… it’s been four months since you left, and i’m beginning to think it won’t get better. i thought i was, really, that’s why i stopped calling. but i went out with the guys today, and yuta broke down because he saw your name in his contacts… we all miss you so fucking much, yn. it feels like a huge part of life is missing without you by my side and it’s drowning me. i feel like i’m holding onto you like an anchor in the middle of the ocean, but i don’t want to let go… i don’t know how to. i miss you every single day; when i walk through the market, when i clean, when i watch tv. you’re fucking everywhere, and i don’t know how to appreciate that yet, it just makes me feel worse than i already do. still, it’s not your fault… nothing ever was and now nothing ever will be. i love you, just as much as i always have. 

may 16th, 2025 - 6:46pm

hey, my love. uhm, this will be the last message for a while, okay? i started going to the therapist, and he said it might be better for me to find another outlet than this one… i think he might be right, i don’t know what i’ll do the day this number gets reassigned… anyways, i wanted to let you know, even when i know you’re watching me from wherever you are. i love you, yn. i want you to know that even if you’re not here for me to tell you. i love you, i love you, i love you, i will never stop loving you.

january 27th, 2026 - 6:48pm

hey, ynnie… it’s been a while, huh? i know you’re probably scolding me from up there for calling this number again after so long, but i need you to understand me on this one. i don’t call with hopes that you’ll answer anymore, i gave up on that a long time ago… i found other ways to talk to you, and i’m sure you know that because i’ve seen the way your star flickers sometimes when i go talk to you every night. everything is better, as you know. haechan is back on his feet, he’s touring again with dream… he’s shining again, and i know it’s because you’re right by his side… your parents are better too, your dad is smiling again. everybody's learning how to live without you, even though we hate it so much… anyways, it’s very fitting that you sent that new dance coach today, she kind of reminds me of you. the boy’s said the same thing, too. still, she’s not you. and i know that’s not fair, no one could ever be you or even close… but still, it makes me miss you even more... dancing is starting to make me happy again, though my feet don't dance like they did with you... well, this turned into a pretty long message, i’m sorry for that, i’ll leave you to it and talk to you tonight, okay? i love you so much, rest well my love.

★ blue's corner ;; hey... im sorry ! i wanted to start the year with something special, and taeyong is the answer to everything in my life... i'm also forever in love with 5sos and this song in particular so i hope you enjoyed !! ★ taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @morkiee @astrasng @taroddori ★ back to the masterlist. ★ please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!! ★ divider by @roseraris

© peterm4rker, 2025

[sagesbard]

Maybe you could write something about gym rat Curly 💪🏻 🐀 taking the reader to the gym. Being a gym bro, Curly what's his to share his passion with his beloved ❤️ girlfriend. And maybe show some of his strength and muscles ✨💪🏻. But just a bit 😚😉

OFCCC

Gym rat Curly headcanonsss

If y'all met at the gym he goes to he'd probably go more often just to see you or to get a feel of your schedule. (Stalker much?)

Triple the points if y'all met outside like at work and then a few days later you see each other at the same gym.

When he comes home sore he flops down on the couch next to you as you pat his pack and run him a bath.

He LOVES taking baths with you after the gym.

Being able to relax and unwind with you is the highlight of his week.

If you come home sore hes babying you the rest of the night.

Running you a bath, being extra careful with you etc.

Sometimes money is rough or your schedules are full so you end up going to the gym together and call it a date.

He Loves putting the exact amount of weight you are and showing you how easy it is for him to lift it.

Was completely caught off guard when you did the same to him.

He blushed and giggled like a school girl.

If you ever ask about getting matching work out sets he'll be fucking ecstatic. Even if he's just wearing the same shirt color as your leggings and sports bra he's happy.

He has some dumbbells at home that you both use.

You've laid on his back when he did push ups before.

Once again when you asked for him to do the same he panicked because he didn't want to crush you.

It took a lot of convincing but once he did it he actually found it nice once you reassured him you weren't struggling at all.

He loves bragging about how strong you are.

Y'all have matching water jugs.

If you come home after a rough day of whatever he'll throw you over his shoulder while he does things. It's hard to be mad when you're over your boyfriend's shoulder like you weigh nothing.

If you're mad at him he'll just once again pick you up and put you in y'all's room. He has all your favorite snacks in there and your favorite movie on the TV or your favorite book on the bed.

He's so silly guys.

[dynasty889]

Love in Paradise (Warrior!Penelope AU: Updated Version)

I made some changes to the old Love in Paradise drabble I did for this AU. Also I did the entire song. You’re welcome :)

(Obviously, CW due to suicidal thoughts and vague implications of SA)

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Telemache smiled at the god of war. You’re a good kid. That’s what he had just called her. She didn’t know much about Ares, but she could guess that it wasn’t every day Ares’ softer side made an appearance.

“So you’re gonna help that friend of yours?” she asked with an eager, hopeful smile.

Ares nodded. “I will. Thank you for…inspiring me.” Telemache’s smile grew. “I will be back.”

Ares glared down into the abyss as he stood atop the hourglass. It had been seven years since he had last seen Penelope. The sting of the words she had yelled at him long ago remained, but he pushed that away. This wasn’t just some woman, but a mother and a queen, and she had been away from home for far too long. Now that he knew of the daughter she had left behind, it seemed the only logical thing to do would be to help.

Ares put his helmet on. All around him, Penelope’s memories jumped out at him. “Old friend…it’s been so long since I last saw you,” he said softly. If he wanted to find her, he had to start where it had ended for both of them.

“Remember me! I am the infamous Penelope!” She stood at the entrance of Polyphemus’ cave. Despite his warning, she didn’t listen to him. He was furious.

Ares, standing at the edge of the hourglass, leaned forward and let himself fall into her memories. “Let’s see where you’ve been!” He plunged into another memory.

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer!” Aeolus warned. The wispy god cackled cheekily as they watched their little Winion friends mess with Penelope’s crew. Ares watched the fleet be blown away from Ithaca.

The winds settled, but a new storm began to stir. “Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves!” yelled the Queen of the Sea. Tidal waves and the Laestrygonians crushed Penelope’s fleet until only her ship remained. Bodies and debris littered the sea. Ares paused momentarily to watch Penelope unleash the remaining wind to save herself and her crew.

“One wrong move and you’re done for! Anything I—!”

“—Song of past romance! I see the—“

“—We won’t take more suffering from you!”

“Drown in your sorrow and fears!”

Ares followed each memory to the next: an encounter with a cunning witch, a trip to the Underworld to learn of a horrible fate, the killing of Sirens, a sacrifice of six comrades for quick passage.

“Captain?” Ares barely recognized that voice, though he knew it was one of Penelope’s comrades. Waves lapped against the hull and rain poured down on the crew. He looked over his shoulder. At the bow, Penelope stood. Hera’s hands lingered on the mortal queen, a devious smile playing at her lips.

“I have to see him…” Penelope choked out. Her clothes were torn and stained with blood, she was hunched over, and she had a black eye. Ares remembered when Hera had left Olympus to deal with ‘troublesome mortals.’ He didn’t know that it was Penelope’s crew she was going to punish.

“But we’ll die.”

“I know.”

Hera chuckled quietly. Madness fell over the crew and in an instant, the ship was reduced to nothing. He couldn’t find Penelope among the wreckage. His heart started to swell with anxiety.

“Penelope…where did you go?” he wondered aloud. One more memory gravitated towards him. Perhaps this one would finally lead him to her…

Penelope swam until the darkness of the night made things too hard to see. Until her legs gave out. She had managed to drag herself to the shore of an island, where she passed out. The next day, Penelope awoke to the sounds of gulls crying and the waves breaking on the shore. The light of the sun was nearly blinding. Every muscle in her body ached.

A stifled chuckle echoed in her ears. Blinking, she looked up and saw a man sitting beside her. “Morning, sleepyhead. You’ve been resting for a while,” he teased. His voice was deep, but despite that and his gruff appearance, it carried a humorous air. It was one Penelope did not like at all.

The man laughed again. Penelope’ confusion was adorably amusing to him and he decided he would savor it as long as he could. “I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle,” he mused. “Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me, though, who’s Odysseus?”

Odysseus. That name, like sweet honey, lingered in her ears. It was like medicine to soothe her aching head. Though she was still groggy and dazed, her senses were slowly coming to her. “He’s my husband…” she murmured. It was at that same moment she realized how close the man was to her and that his hand was gently resting on her thigh.

He blinked like he was confused. Penelope, equally confused, stared back. They exchanged stares in awkward silence before the man spoke again. He pulled Penelope up to her feet and dragged her behind him. “Anyways, I’ve got all you could want here, all you could need here. Just you and me, my dear, my love for life.” His hands trailed down her body and he brought her close to him, like an embrace. “Soon into bed we’ll climb and spend our time.”

Penelope pulled away immediately. Turning her head, she began to walk in the opposite direction. “You’re not my man,” she asserted. What a bold thing to say. The man’s smile faltered slightly, but once he caught up to her and retook hold of her hand, it returned.

“I’m what you want here. I’m what you need here. Just you and me, my love, in paradise.” He again forced her to look at him. He didn’t seem as innocent—if ignorant—as before. Dread began to creep inside Penelope. With lust sparkling in his eyes, he brought a hand to her cheek and caressed her softly. “Now till the end of time, from here on out, you’re mine, all mine—”

Penelope shoved him off a second time. His lips had been dangerously close to touching hers. “Hell no! I could kill you where you stand! I’m no pet, I’m a married woman!” She drew her sword and widened her stance, but the man only chuckled.

“Oh, darling, you may try, but last I checked one of us can’t die.”

“What…?”

He reveled in the reveal of his true nature. He had so much power over her. He flicked the blade away and leaned back on a rock. “You’re adorable. Bow down now to the immortal Antinous, here to entertain. But fear not, I bring no pain…”

Penelope’s eyes widened in horror. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening! Not again. Her stomach sank. Antinous shot her a sinister smirk as he demonstrated for her his powers. Penelope could feel herself starting to crumble along with her hope.

“‘Cause we’ve got all we could want here, all we could need here. Under my spell, we’re stuck in paradise,” Antinous said once more. Penelope was really starting to hate those words, but Antinous only seemed to be getting more and more joyful. “No one can come nor go. My island stays unknown.”

That was the last straw. The sky felt as if it were falling, as though Atlas’ strength had finally abandoned him. Penelope rushed back towards the beach, but to her horror, there were no islands nearby. She felt a sharp twinge in her abdomen and she fell to her knees. Her hand was covered in blood and she cursed under her breath as she realized her wound had reopened.

She couldn’t run her way off the island, she couldn’t swim her way off the island, she couldn’t build way off the island. The terror she felt grew tenfold. She groaned, unable to stand back up as searing pain shot through the rest of her body.

“No, no!” she cried. “I don’t belong here, there’s something wrong here!” She looked to her left and standing beside her, as always, was Antinous. She mustered all of her strength and hobbled a few steps away, but Antinous could’ve crawled and it wouldn’t have mattered for she was too slow.

Penelope’s eyes darted up, down, left, and right. She had to find a way off the island. This couldn’t be her final fate. She hated that she was feeling so much panic, that Antinous was watching her completely fall apart. But she couldn’t be stuck. Not here. It wasn’t right. “I won't be drawn to love in paradise. Not till the end of time. There is no way—”

Antinous whipped her around. She was like a rag doll to him. “You’re mine. All mine.” Finally, he got what he wanted. His lips latched onto hers.

Ares’ shoulders heaved up and down, as did his chest, as he tried to process what he had just witnessed. Penelope was stuck, completely helpless, with some god. Guilt surged within him like a tidal wave. He shouldn’t have ever left her. He wouldn’t have if he knew this is where she had ended up.

“Seven years he’s kept you out of your control. Time can take a heavy toll…” murmured Ares. Although he didn’t want to, he needed to know what happened next.

Rain battered against Penelope’s skin. Her hair was longer, her frame was lighter, and her eyes were dull. The wind howled in the night, and it was as if it was urging Penelope closer to the edge. Several feet away was Antinous, whose face was contorted with dread and anger.

“Penelope!” he called.

“All I hear are screams…” The mindless mumble was just a fragment of the despair that had tortured the broken queen for the past seven years.

“Penelope! Get away from the ledge!” Antinous screamed. But it wasn’t just a plea, it was a demand. He had demanded so much from her, though sometimes he wouldn’t even demand. He would just take it.

Antinous grabbed her wrist, squeezing it tightly as he pulled her back to him. Penelope recoiled and ripped herself away from him. Tears swam in her eyes. “You don’t know what I’ve gone through!” she snapped and for once, Antinous’ reaction to her recoiling at his touch was not anger. It was shock.

The despair was getting darker and darker. It felt like her vision was starting to fade as all she could see was darkness. She turned away from him, as she so often did. The powerful breeze moved her along the cliff that urged her to its edge. “You don’t know what I’ve sacrificed. Every comrade I long knew…every friend. I saw them die! And all I hear are screams…”

“It will be fine, dear. Come back inside, dear. Love of my life, come back to paradise…”

“Let me close my eyes…”

Penelope staggered. What if she just…fell? She had been away from home for too long. She didn’t know how she had managed seven years of an unwanted love. Each day, the sea had taunted her. She once had loathed the sea as all of her problems seem to come right out of it, but she had spent each day of the last seven years staring at it, longing for home, as it crashed against the beach. It had taunted her. Now, it beckoned her.

“I know your life’s been hard. I’ll stay inside your heart…”

“All I hear are screams!” Penelope yelled. She couldn’t stand it. Voices were starting to echo in her head. They were getting too loud.

Antinous was getting more distressed with every moment Penelope refused to hear him. “I love you, my dear. I love our time here. Life would be so much worse if you had died—”

“Just let me close my eyes!” she screamed.

“—Please stay away from harm! Stay in my open arms!”

“All I hear are…”

This life was amazing when…

How much longer till…

…you greet it with open arms.

…your luck runs out?

The voices were starting to get louder. Penelope closed her eyes, hoping the wind would just knock her off her feet already. She could see Melantho’s smile, full of innocence. She saw Ctimene’s eyes that glared at her with disapproval. How in the world would she explain to her husband she had sacrificed him? How would she explain that to her husband?

Waiting…

Whatever we face…

…waiting!

…we’ll be fine if we’re leading…

How much longer…

…from the heart.

…till the show goes south?

Penelope pressed her hands against her ears, but she couldn’t drown out the voices of the ones she had lost. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she teetered between life and death, and death was calling. They were calling.

Tears slipped down her face. Everything was too loud, too much. She couldn’t think. All she could do was scream.

No matter the place we can…

How much longer…

…light up the world, here’s how to start…

…till we all fall down?

The world grew darker, her mind grew louder, her despair was all-consuming. She had no time to breathe. All she heard and all she did was scream.

…greet the world with open arms, greet the world with open arms.

…you rely on—

“ARES!”

Ares breathed heavily. Too much time had passed. In all his years of knowing Penelope, there was nothing that drove her determination quite like her family. And now, even that wasn’t enough. It was clear what he needed to do; if he couldn’t find a way to get her off that island, she would never see her home again.

He took one final glance at the memory. Antinous had lunged forward to catch Penelope as she reached out to the sky. The manner in which she screamed his name haunted him. It was raw and distraught and sounded like Penelope’s throat ripped apart just to say that one word. Everything was still in that moment. “She needs my help,” Ares decided. He would do everything he could to get her out of there.

[faithsotherhouseofchaos]

Hello, could I request an imagine with autistic reader and Mick where she keeps trying to break up with him because she gets embarrassed or insecure but he always ends up convincing her to stay?

You are enough||Mick Schumacher x autistic!Fem!reader

Word count — 836

Summary — after a while you begin to doubt yourself about your relationship with Mick but being the best boyfriend he is he reassures you that you are enough for him.

The living room was still, the rain outside the only sound. You stood near the window, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as if trying to keep from falling apart. Mick sat on the couch, his eyes never leaving you. His presence was steady, grounding, but that only made the guilt gnaw at you harder.

“I think…” you started, the words feeling jagged and raw in your throat, “I think we should break up.”

Mick’s brows furrowed, his head tilting slightly as if he hadn’t heard you right. “What? Why? Where’s this coming from?”

You avoided his gaze, staring down at the floor. “Because I’m not good at this,” you said quietly, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. “At being with you. At being in a relationship.”

He stood, but didn’t come closer, giving you space. “What do you mean? You are good at it. You’re good at us.”

A sharp laugh escaped you, bitter and unintentional. “No, I’m not. I never know what you’re feeling or what you’re thinking unless you say it out loud, and even then, I still second-guess myself. And then when I get overwhelmed, I shut down, and you have to fix everything.”

“Fix everything?” Mick repeated, his voice gentle. “You don’t need to be fixed, and I don’t think of it that way at all.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes as you tried to find the right words to explain what felt impossible to articulate. “But you don’t get it, Mick! You’re patient, and you’re good at this—at understanding people. And I’m… I’m just a mess. I can’t even figure out how to tell you how I feel half the time without freezing up or saying the wrong thing.”

Mick stepped forward, his voice soft but steady. “You think saying the ‘wrong thing’ means you’re bad at this? Babe, everyone struggles with communication sometimes. I’d rather you try and stumble through it than not talk to me at all. And if you freeze up, that’s okay too. I’m not going to get mad at you for needing time to process.”

You looked up at him, tears slipping down your cheeks. “But what if it’s too much one day? What if I’m too much? What if one day you get tired of waiting for me to figure out how to be normal?”

His face softened, and he slowly reached out, letting his hands rest lightly on your arms. “You’re not too much. You’re just enough—exactly enough. And I don’t need you to be ‘normal,’ whatever that even means. I want you to be you. That’s who I love.”

You shook your head, overwhelmed. “But I don’t know how to show you that I love you back. I try, but it feels like I’m never doing enough. You deserve someone who can give you everything you need without overthinking every little thing.”

Mick frowned, his hands gently sliding down to take yours. “You don’t think you’re showing me you love me? You do it all the time, babe. When you text me to make sure I got home safe. When you remember things I said weeks ago and bring them up. When you tell me about the stuff you’re passionate about, even when you think I won’t care—guess what? I care, because it’s you.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard by his words.

“You might not say, ‘I love you’ in the same way I do,” he continued, “but I see it in everything you do. And it’s enough. You are enough.”

“But it’s so hard, Mick,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Sometimes I can’t figure out how I’m feeling, let alone how to explain it to you. And then I feel stupid for not knowing.”

Mick’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. “You’re not stupid for having a hard time with emotions. If you don’t know how you feel, that’s okay. I’ll wait. And if you can’t explain it, that’s okay too. We can figure it out together.”

Tears welled up again, but this time, they weren’t as heavy. “But what if I get overwhelmed again? What if I shut down and can’t talk to you?”

“Then I’ll sit with you until you feel ready,” Mick said simply, his voice unwavering. “I’ll remind you that you’re safe and that I’m here. You don’t have to go through that alone anymore.”

A choked sob escaped you, and Mick gently pulled you into his arms. “You don’t have to do this perfectly,” he murmured into your hair. “There’s no right way to be with someone, and I don’t expect you to get it all right. I just want you to let me love you.”

You buried your face in his chest, the storm in your mind slowly quieting as his words settled over you. “You promise you won’t leave?”

“I promise,” Mick said without hesitation. “We’re in this together, no matter how hard it gets.”For the first time, you let yourself believe him.

[majoryeager104]

Crush!

Part 1 | Part 2

In the context of this hc post

Dabi x gn!reader!

enjoyyyyy

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”you know…twice told me something real interesting earlier”

Dabi watched with a smile as you reacted- a quick pause, and you glanced away for a moment- the only confirmation that he needed that what Twice said had been true.

“and what’s that?”

you asked quietly, glancing back at him with a tilt of your head. You spoke quietly, and yet he could still hear your voice over the sound of the roaring flames next to you, he could hear the nervousness in your tone.

“he said you had feelings for me”

he spoke slyly, and in the flickering blue light he could see your eyes widen, ever so slightly, before quickly your face returned to I rested expression. Far quicker than he’d anticipated, actually.

“sounds like something he’d say”

you said dismissively, lying away the statement, although mentally you were taking note to talk to twice later, and by talk you meant flick his nose as you usually did when you were upset with him. You could never stay mad with the guy for long.

at your dismissiveness, Dabi couldn’t help but pause. He’d been so certain that what Twice had said was true, but your reactions could mean anything. He found himself feeling…sad. Why? It was a good thing that you weren’t harboring feelings wasn’t it? It meant he didn’t have to be awkward around you anymore, and yet…

“I should head back, I promised Himiko I’d watch some rom-com with her later”

“oh yeah? Which one?”

“10 things I hate about you.. she said I’d like it, so I’ll trust her judgement” (my fave istg it’s too good 👌)

“sounds fun. See you later then”

and with that, he watched you leave, waiting till you turned the corner before he kicked some debris on the ground. He stared at the roaring flames for a long while as he thought about what had happened.

Maybe twice had just been messing with him, or talking nonsense. But why would Twice say that if you didn’t actually like him? Was there something missing? Had Twice misread you? No, he’s always good with people, that can’t be it. There had to have been something about you that Twice had spotted if you hadn’t told him, or- or something about Dabi.

Now it was Dabi’s turn to widen his eyes as it hit him like a ton of bricks. Oh shit. He liked you.

All those hours he hung around the hideout waiting and keeping tabs on you, making sure you came back on time, watching your back during missions, looking forward to your check ins whenever he hadn’t seen you, all your wide eyed smiles when you spotted him, and how you always made him feel comfortable and secure even in the biggest of crowds. Maybe Twice had realized that Dabi loved you.

Now, after the realization had hit him, he definitely couldn’t act normal around you.

He found his eyes landing on you way too often, his gaze darting to you at random hours of the day in hopes you were looking back. He found himself more worried about you when you were gone, always checking his phone for your message. Shit, he found himself asking the others about you multiple times a day like a worried parent. He found himself feeling so enamored, so enraptured, and so, so pathetic.

You had begun to notice his glances and worsened worries, but didn’t pay it any mind. I suppose you didn’t realize his feelings now just as he didn’t realize your feelings before. Ironic, but love often is.

so, when inevitably you found yourself glancing at him as per usual, and caught him staring back, needless to say you were perplexed.

It was driving him crazy. The whole thing. You were so oblivious it could kill him on the spot. Was this how you’d felt? No, Twice had lied, there was no way someone like you could love a guy like him…was there?

Eventually, his pining got to the point where he couldn’t be around you. Once again you found he often disappeared when you had just arrived. To you, it seemed like he was upset, and that had you worried, and so, you asked the two other league members present, Twice and Shigaraki, (ofc lmao) what had been going on.

“Dabi? Upset? He always is.”

Shigaraki said bluntly. Twice shrugged, before piping up. “Yeah, last time he disappeared like this, it was after I told him you liked him- OW!”

Twice rubbed his nose after you flicked it, his pout evident through his mask. But he got you wondering what it could mean. Maybe he was still embarrassed about finding out. He’d not brought it up since, but now-

A message beeped on your phone. Speak of the devil, it was from Dabi.

‘hey. Can we talk?’

you quickly responded

‘yeah, in person?’

‘Warehouse off the highway.’

You said your goodbyes to the other two before leaving. You knew exactly where he meant, It hadn’t been the first time you’d been there, considering you just watched him burn it down a few days before.

You arrived quicker than he’d expected, you saw him absently kicking through the ashy rubble that remained after the city cleaned up most of the mess. “Hey” you called out, and he almost jumped at the sound of you, turning around with wide eyes to look at you before he relaxed once more. “Jeez, y/n, you tryin ta kill me?” he chuckled, hands in his pockets as he walked up to you. You could help but laugh “sorry about that”

once he reached you, his face got rather serious. It worried you for a moment, till he finally spoke “about what Twice said the other day…”

here it goes. He’s gonna turn you down and tell you how dumb you’d be to fall for a guy like him. He’s gonna tell you he never thought of you that way and that you should drop it, that he-

“I feel the same”

he said it so quickly and quietly that you couldnt help but pause to process, blinking up at him. What you saw when you looked at his face would shock anyone. A blush. Creeping across his face, under the scars and staples and piercings, he was blushing. And he was blushing a lot.

He felt dumb for telling you. He actually hadn’t intended to- his goal was to pry your feelings out of you, but he’d blurted his confession without a second thought.

You felt dumb for staring so long. Everything was so quiet around the two of you, except for the quiet sound of his breath and yours. But inside your head you were feeling.

“really?”

you spoke quietly, your own face red with blush now. He nodded sheepishly, resorting to looking anywhere but your eyes. You stayed quiet for a moment as he looked back up at you.

“please tell me that ass wasn’t joking”

Dabi said, nervously laughing as his face got even redder. At this, you couldn’t help but smile and laugh, shaking your head. “No, he wasn’t. I like you too, Dabi”

He stared for a moment, the most soft, happy smile you’d ever seen plastered on his face, like a kid who just got exactly what he’d wished for for Christmas. It was cute. But then, the smile faltered

“great” he spoke sheepishly, shoving his hands even further into his pockets as you too looked away in embarrassment.

“It’s not always gonna be this awkward right?”

you laughed, shaking your head “no, it’ll get easier, I think” you blushed, and he smiled back at you, stepping a bit closer. He looked like he wanted to lean in, but stopped himself, instead ruffling your hair. “Good…we should probably get back” he said quietly, tilting his head. You nodded, smiling back.

“…yeah!”

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I love shy Touya so much I can’t even explain it

[opossumthing]

mike is the type of guy to give someone a thumbs down for their bad driving

scott is the type of guy to get flipped off a lot while driving and just laugh and do it back, but he’d point a gun at someone who gave him a thumbs down for his bad driving

[xxplastic-cubexx]

personal happiness or what the fuck ever

bonus:

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

[youtube with closed captions]

a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

yeah still thinking about this actually

[chiprewington]

There comes times where other toons break in, assume Perry's being held captive, and attempt to fight the big bad Chainsaw Consultant in order to "free" em. In the event of this, Perry usually portholes away back to the playground, and at first would wait until the following day to come back.

Eventually, this turned into coming back in once the coast was clear and there was no longer any revving behind closed doors.

When that first happened, eir efforts to offer help- extending a gloved hand to clean off the smears of frosting, or just help tidy the office, ey were immediately met with the sole command to leave.

No eye contact was made.

Ey complied.

It'll be better, tomorrow.

[ahaura]

Bernie Sanders finally made a statement, on Nov. 4, calling for a "pause" in the bombing. People in the replies are saying "better late than never!" and I don't even know where to start.

The genocide has been going on for almost a month. Over 9,000 men, women, and children have been murdered. Thousands more have been wounded. Members of press and healthcare and their families have been deliberately targeted and assassinated. Israel has been murdering civilians en masse with impunity for weeks, both lying about it and blatantly admitting to it. 100+ Palestinians have been murdered in the West Bank due to settler terrorism backed by the Israeli army.

In an interview, Dr. Ofer Cassif, the Knesset member who was suspended for calling for an end to Israeli violence against Palestinians, revealed that he'd reached out to Bernie months prior to Oct. 7th because of the pogroms being carried out by Israelis against Palestinians which he said would result with an "explosion [of violence]", but received no response.

what the fuck do you mean "better late than never". what the fuck do you mean? the genocide is still ongoing, and, just like Blinken, Biden, and every complicit ghoul, he's calling for a pause. not a ceasefire. a ceasefire is just the start of what needs to happen. but he hasn't even called for that.

"better late than never" what gives you the fucking right to say that? tell that to the 10,000 people who the U.S. and its allies allowed Israel to murder. tell that to the thousands of wounded. tell that to the thousands who have been displaced. tell that to the people of Gaza who have been without food, water, and fuel for WEEKS. tell that to the Palestinians in the West Bank who are being murdered at the hands of settler terrorists. tell that to the Palestinians who were abducted and tortured and released with blue bands around their ankles. tell that to the Palestinians in occupied Palestine who can't reach their families and friends. tell that to Palestinians in diaspora who have seen their families, their friends, their people slaughtered with the full backing and support of the vast majority of western governments and media.

"better late than never" no, it's not good enough. IT'S NOT. there are SO many people around the world - both citizens and members of government - who recognized the injustice for what it was the DAY the bombing started. we owe the Palestinian people so much more than that. "better late than never" the ONLY thing that could POSSIBLY begin to even "make up" for the horrors and injustices inflicted upon the Palestinian people for almost a century is to end the genocide, end the occupation, end the apartheid, end settler colonialism, and dismantle the colonial state. Palestinians deserve NO LESS than total emancipation. Complete liberation. until then, it is not and will never be enough.

[narsh-poptarts]

surprise surprise, taking a comics class has you making comics a lot!!!

[age-of-moonknight]

“The Killing of Moon Knight,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #9.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Devmalya Pramanik; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit