#i have no way to check ToT

[relaxxattack]

i miss tumblr user 6ds so much...

[p2ii]

hiya, love the spg fic rec collection!! i have two gen fics i really love that i wish got more attention-- a rough day at steam powered giraffe cafe (incredibly charming coffeeshop au that really gives a lot of love to every character) and dal signo al fin (a lil slice of life with six and the bots that i think also does a cool job of showing their thoughts processes). im not sure if these are addable, but i do think they def deserve more reads!

hello! tysm im really glad :D i saw your reblog of the post and went back to check which fics were yours XP i absolutely LOVE "Passivition"! the way to characterize the characters aswell as their thoughts/ internal communication with each other (such a cool detail) is incredible ty soso much for writing it! i dont know much about Fallen London but i also really enjoyed "Welcome, mechanical friend" the dialouge/general atmosphere was hilarious/super emmersive.

sure id love to check those fics out! from their summaries alone they sound very fun. thank you for sending me them ^-^

EDIT:

here's a link to the collection in question lol I totally forgot to add it 😭 also both the linked ficw have been bookmarked.

[celestialprincesse]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

When Simon had given you his work address, and the password for the door to get in, you’d scoffed at the thought of needing to use it. You’d grown comfortable in your quiet life, no longer plagued with the urge to run, with the fear of being caught up with. 

You and Charlotte. 

You’d never been able to picture your position now, shaking fingers prodding at the keypad, a crying Charlotte on your hip. So absorbed in your fear, which had struck you the moment you’d returned from Charlotte’s school pickup to see your apartment door open, that you don’t even see the bearded man opening up the door from the inside for you. 

“Everything alright, Miss?” He questions in clear concern, ushering you into the entry hall with blue eyes darting between yourself and your wailing daughter. 

“I’m here - Simon said i could find him here if I needed anything.” You hiccup, not even having noticed the tears ebbing down your cheeks, so consumed by the realisation that you need to get out. Find safety. Find Simon. Maybe even that other man you met once - Mac something.

Too distraught to protest, you allow yourself to be ushered into some sort of reception room, noting the way the older man looks behind you with a vigilant scan before shutting the door. "Is Simon Riley here?" You plead with him again, terrified at the thought of being unable to see your neighbour, having someone to soothe your wailing daughter whilst you yourself calm down.

Before the blue eyed man can get a word out, two other men are barrelling into the reception area, one of them, thankfully, being Simon. You can't help but choke out a relieved sob when he tentatively comes closer, allowing you the chance to deny his approach, which you don't.

"What happened? Can you take some deep breaths for me?"

The entire room seems to pick up into a flurry of activity the minute the other two men in the room, Simon's friend you'd met that one time, and the other man, seem to realise that not only do you and Simon know one another, but also that you and the little tot in your arms are important to him.

Simon quickly ushers you to one of the worn leather couches, although he never forces you to sit, seeing how high strung you are at the current moment, the way you clutch Charlotte to your chest like she'll be ripped from your grasp at any given moment. Meanwhile, MacTavish looks on in concern, checking the car park you'd just come in from, and the other man slowly guides a glass of water into your shaking hand.

"Door was open when I got home." You manage to choke, letting Simon ease your vice grip on your daughter, just enough to hoist her up on his hip, before pulling you into his chest.

"S' okay, yeah? Promise you're in good hands here." He soothes, rocking the three of you from side to side, taking the opportunity to share a look between Price, Soap and himself. "Listen, the boys will go and have a look, okay? Promise they won't touch anything or mess anything up, just make sure everything is okay."

You give a hesitant nod, sniffling into Simon's chest as another taller, leaner man walks into the room, his handsome features immediately twisting into concern at the odd sight.

Over the next few hours, you, Simon, Charlotte and the sweet man you'd come to know as Kyle wait out on base, nervously awaiting the return of Captain Price and Simon's closest friend Johnny.

Admittedly, your situation is terrifying, and you're still not quite sure where to go from here, but at least you're in good hands. Four pairs of them.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

[rcmclachlan]

I love how it appears that Tommy is the grounded, well-adjusted foil to Buck's devil-may-care adrenaline junkie, but I also have to remind myself that Tommy was the guy who was asked to steal a helicopter and fly it into a category 5 hurricane on a hunch, and he was like, "yeah, cool, let's go."

Buck probably thinks Tommy's a rational, responsible adult, because he's so considerate and he owns a house and he's so methodical when he takes Buck apart in bed and he's got a 401k and a Roth IRA account. The helicopter heist flight was definitely an outlier.

But eventually he learns the truth: Tommy's batshit insane.

Like, they're hanging in bed one morning and Buck's on his phone trying to solve the math riddle Hen sent him, and he laments the loss of his lightning-enhanced skills. And Tommy, turning the page on the WWI biography he's reading, absently says, "At least you got them. All I got was 30% hearing loss in my left ear."

Buck slowly lowers his phone and demands an explanation, and Tommy, still focused on his book, tells him about when he was struck by lightning. Both times. The second time he was in the middle of a hoist and winch rescue trying to get to the captain of a sunk fishing boat in the middle of open ocean during a storm. Tommy holds his place in his book with his thumb and shows Buck the picture Lucy took of his Lichtenberg burn—it spans the entirety of his back and goes halfway down his arms. Buck stares at it, stunned, then takes the phone and book out of Tommy's hands, tosses them on the floor, and proceeds to suck Tommy's brain out through his dick.

The first time Buck goes to see Tommy at Harbor, Tommy is still en route back from a call, so Buck gets to talking to two people named Nico and Dana who've worked with Tommy since he arrived. Buck sheepishly apologizes for putting Tommy in such a dangerous position with the hurricane.

Nico and Dana look at each other and snort. Nico puts his hand on Buck's shoulder and is like, "Dude, that is not the craziest thing Kinard's ever done. That's not the craziest thing he's done this year."

They tell him about his legendary but batshit NATOPS check maneuvers and how no one's ever been able to figure out how he can do a barrel roll in low altitude in a transport bird.

They tell him about the time he and Donato were called to a high-rise gas explosion, and they casevac'd an unconscious, pregnant woman who ended up going into labor. Tommy got back there and, with the power of WikiHow on his side, delivered a healthy baby girl halfway to LA General.

They tell him about the time he sustained a concussion while landing a malfunctioning helicopter in the baseball field of a middle school, and yet somehow found the strength to host an impromptu AMA to three hundred kids about what being a pilot's like while he munched on tater tots and waited for a rescue.

They tell him about the time he was flying with a probie at night in an area with uncharted power lines that got tangled in the rotor, and how he slung the probie under his arm like a tote bag and dove out of the helicopter right before it exploded.

They tell him about the time Tommy and Nico were called to a cliffside mansion where some foreign dignitary's daughter was being held hostage. Tommy ended up HRSTing out of the helicopter and onto the scene, and then proceeded to beat the hell out of the guy, get himself stabbed, and give the SWAT team so much shit when they arrived that the 217 has an honorary table every year at the Backdraft Ball.

When Tommy finally shows up and disembarks, Dana's halfway through a story about the time they were all called to Shasta County to help with the Carr Fire in 2018, and as soon as Buck sees him over Dana's shoulder, he shouts, "You flew into a fire tornado?!"

Tommy's expression goes a little hunted and he holds up his hands placatingly, like, "In my defense, I tried to find another way around it—"

And Dana's like, "The fuck you did. You looked me dead in the eye and said, 'You know what would be funny?' And then you banked right into the whirl."

"It's not like you tried to stop me," Tommy says accusingly, ignoring the way the side of his head is starting to smoke from the intensity of Buck's stare.

"Well, no, you were right: it was funny," Dana says with a shrug.

That night, Buck rides Tommy slow and vicious and makes him recount every detail of the fire whirl flight before he'll let Tommy come, and the entire time he grips Tommy's head and forces him to hold Buck's gaze and thinks, I can't believe I ever thought you were normal. You're insane, you're out of your mind, you're perfect, you're perfect, you're perfect for me.

In the afterglow, practically humming with satisfaction, Buck bites playfully at Tommy's chest and says, "So this is what Lucy meant when she texted me that you and I match each other's crazy. Hell, after everything you've done, I think the only thing left to check off your list is, like, aliens."

And Tommy's entire body freezes and he falls very silent very suddenly. Buck lifts his head to stare at him, like, "You've gotta be kidding me."

"Evan, for legal reasons, I need you to change the subject."

[sparklystarrrr]

I know you just did my request…BUT

JUST IMAGINE RIDDLE X KING OF HEARTS! READER🤩

Just imagine that they met as kid as a arrange marriage by their parents AND THEY JUST INSTANTLY FELL IN LOVE

when child Riddle was upset about his mom’s rule HERE COME READER TO THE RESCUE CHEERING HIM UP!🥹🥹🥹

And when riddle was in college, king of hearts! Reader send him letters about their day and how much they miss Riddle😭😭

OH and I like to imagine that Riddle kept his marriage a secret ( which was fine with reader)

SO JUST IMAGINE THE SHOCK FACE OF HEARTSLABYUL STUDENT WHEN READER (who was invited to a unbirthday party) RUNS UP TO RIDDLE AND STARTS KISSING HIM AND SAYING “oh my love! How I missed you!” 😭😭😭

Am so sorry about me rambling😅😅

But here is Their relationship in a nutshell:

AGHHHH IM LOVING THE RIDDLE REQUESTS ALSO THIS IS ADORABLEEEE AGHHHHH

Queen of My Heart

Synopsis: Riddle’s beautiful, bubbly and cute secret becomes revealed to Heartslabyul…

Contains: Riddle R. x Fem! King of Hearts! Reader, just pure fluffiness, goes off the Heartslabyul manga, use of petnamed: my love, my rose, dear, Riddle's lowkey down bad

The warm sun beat down vibrant rays of sunlight that made the fresh red paint of the rose bushes glisten and glitter. The small butterflies fluttered overhead in a dance of fleeting happiness while the students of Heartslabyul worked endlessly on their Unbirthday Party that was to happen in a few hours. Riddle made his way around the dorm, checking up on his students and getting in on the planning when he felt he needed to, even participating in making cakes (while threatening Trey not to trick him into adding a mysterious ingredient). There was much joy spread around the whole field. Everywhere you looked someone was smiling and having fun. 

Riddle tried to have as much fun as he could, but he felt like something was missing. He was missing you. He’d sent out a letter to your home weeks ago saying that he would plan a special party for your once in a lifetime arrival at NRC, and that he did. The party set up was a success and your fiancé had a feeling his dorm members wouldn’t disappoint. They didn’t even know you were coming. Although, with Riddle’s tense shoulders and his grasping need for perfectionism more than usual, they had a feeling something interesting would happen. “Man, Rid-rid seems off today, doesn’t he Trey?” Cater sighed while painting his share of the roses.

“Yeah, I don’t even know what it could be…”Trey pondered, his paintbrush thick with red glossy paint mindlessly stroking the white roses. "Does the guy have a girl who's coming or somethin'? Doubt it!" Deuce giggled as Ace retorted,”You think the dude gets girls? You must’a been dropped on your head at birth Juice…” Trey and Cater sighed as Adeuce bickered to each other.

"Y'know I remember he was always around this one girl when we were kids. They seemed even closer to each other than me and Chenya were to him. Maybe it's her?" Trey spoke aloud to himself. "That guy had friends? Let alone a girl friend? That guy's wayyy ahead of me in the dating scene..." Cater sulked. The green haired boy laughed at him and continued his painting,"I doubt they were dating." Cater laughed to himself, "Imagine if they were though? Hah! That would be tots funny!"

As if on que, Riddle showed up behind the two third year boys. "Trey, Cater. Please get the King's Chair and place it besides mine. Thank you." When the two boys turned around at the sound of his rather monotonous voice, they saw his cheeks a light pink and the tips of his ears a scarily bright red. Trey and Cater looked at each other with a small smirk, then back at Riddle. "Yes, Housewarden."

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Riddle stood idle behind the heart shaped doors of Heartslabyul, awaiting his debut and the arrival of his fiancé. His hands shook slightly while he played with the hem of his suit jacket. There was a sudden crunching of grass behind him, slowly picking up speed as it approached him. "RIDDLE! Oh my love how I've missed you!" A (h/c) haired girl suddenly swung her arms around his neck, sprinkling little kisses onto his cheek and jawline. The boy's face suddenly turned a rosy pink."(y-(y/n)!" He stammered at her body suddenly hitting his.

"I got all of your letters. I was SO excited to come to this Unbirthday party of yours! What do you think of my dress?~" (y/n) did a small twirl, showing off the frilly red dress and rose embellishments. His face softened and a smile formed on his lips."It looks lovely on you, dear," He spoke "The party commences in a couple of minutes, would you care to walk down with me?"

His hand enveloped hers warmly and her eyes glittered."Really?! Of course!!" She smiled as she hopped into his arms. His hands softly circled around her pulling her in as she pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

The erupting sound of trumpets filled the air and diverged their attention from each other. Riddle extended his hand once again, and (y/n) put her hand in his happily. There was a sudden crowd of chanting coming from outside the door,"All hail our leader... The Rose-Red Ruler!" Trey and Cater stood at the doors. Their eyes widened at the sight of THE Riddle Rosehearts holding his soon to be wife's hand. Of course, they had no idea they had been engaged, less that they were even together. (y/n) simply waved at them with a kind smile before walking out with Riddle hand in hand.

"His grace, his excellency: Dorm Leader Riddle!" The two made their presence known as they walked out. Suddenly the crowd of students voices wavered slightly. Some looked around in confusion while some had pink cheeks and whispered things to their friends. "H-hurray, Dorm Leader Riddle...?"

The red haired boy and the (h/c) haired girl looked at each other with wide eyes, then laughed loudly at the reaction of his dorm members. "Haha! Love, they really did not expect this, did they?" (y/n) cackled as she clutched onto her stomach like this was a big inside joke. Riddle chuckled beside her, covering his mouth with his hand,"They truly didn't, my rose." He composed himself with a soft smile and continued walking to his designated chair at his grand table.

The short boy pulled out the much smaller King's Chair for his beautiful fiancé. Once seated, the two admired the bright scenery as if this was completely normal to the rest of the students. "Ah yes, the roses are bathed in red, the tables are bedecked in white," He turned to (y/n),"A completely flawless Unbirthday party, don't you think, my rose?"

"Oh my love, you know anything you present to me will be of utmost perfection in my eyes!~" She squealed happily. Trey and Cater ran up to the two and sat down in their own seats at the table. "Hey Rid-rid, we didn't know you had a #wifey, who would'a thunk?" Cater spoke in his normal cheery tone. "Yeah Riddle, you didn't even tell me about her. I assume we're way overdue for an introduction." Trey smiled.

"JUICE HOLY SEVENS YOU WERE RIGHT!-" "DUDE WHAT-" Ace and Deuce shouted as they knocked into one another from shock."Boys, would you please behave for once in your lives?" Riddle sighed while (y/n) giggled next to him. "Well, I assume since you're all close with Riddle it would be best to introduce myself! I'm (y/n) (l/n)- or well, (y/n) Rosehearts soon!" She said while holding Riddle's hand upon the table. There was an absolute ROCK on her finger, they all started at it's glittering shine with wide eyes. It was a medium sized clear diamond with petite rubies on the band. A dainty gold band, nonetheless.

The four boys at the table nearly choked on their tea. "Wait... so that means..." Deuce aimlessly tried connecting the dots in his head. "We are engaged, yes. Set to be wedded once I graduate." Riddle spoke with a confident smile. "Don't worry, you're all invited!" (y/n) smiled.

"How, out of anyone here, did RIDDLE get locked into a relationship before anyone here..." Ace sulked. "How did you get away without telling me about this though? Usually you come to me for everything." Trey questioned with a small laugh. "Well we'd been arranged to marry since birth. She's been here all my life, I'm surprised you didn't notice Trey?" The red haired boy replied.

"She's totes a cutie Rid-rid! We should take a pic (n/n), Magicam will love you!" Cater yelped happily "Of course-- get over here!" Cater wrapped an arm around (y/n) and squished into her while making a cute face; (y/n) following suit, before quickly flashing the camera. "Perf! You're so photogenic girl. Let me tag ya!" Once he got her Magicam user, he jumped back into his seat and muttered a bunch of random hashtags like "#mrs.rosehearts" and "#red-tyrants-queen"

Once getting situated back into her plush seat, Riddle turned to (y/n) with a calm smile and eyes filled with adoration,"How have you been enjoying yourself, dear?" (y/n) smiled brightly,"How come you haven't invited me to Heartslabyul more often? If you must know, this is the most fun i've had in a longgg time. The Queendom of Roses gets lonely without you, you know?"

He took her hand in his and brushed her knuckled softly through his glove. "Well then I shall continue to make arrangements for you to come over here more often." He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles, her eyes crinkled as she blushed a light pink and her smile grew."I would love that dear."

[spiceforyou]

Lucky Charm☘

NSFW

Summary: Wally has noticed you cheering him on at every game and he finally gets up the courage to talk to you.

Authors Note: Send me requests please! I am having major writers block. Love you guys!-L

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Wally Clark was the Split River Devils’ best running back. He also was the only reason you’d waste your time at a football game. Since your freshman year you hadn’t missed a game. You were always there in the stands cheering him on even though you were pretty sure he had no idea you even existed.

Wally knew you existed, in fact he relied on you as his good luck charm. He had heard your voice cheering him on above everyone else. He didn’t know you then but he searched for you in the stands after that first game. Thankfully you always sat in the front row and he had to force himself not to look at you from the sidelines.

There was something about you that pulled him in. He hadn’t talked to you afraid that he’d mess it up and you’d be gone. He needed you at the games, you were the only one constantly giving him encouragement. His mom rarely commented on anything good so it was a nice change.

He made it his mission to get to know you. So after his first game as a senior he had managed to work up the courage to talk to you. He quickly changes out of his uniform and left the locker room to hopefully catch you before you left.

He checked the stands and then quickly ran to the parking lot catching you walking to your car. You had drove the two hours to the away game by yourself and he wasn't letting you drive home by yourself. "Hey Y/N wait up!" He ran to your car as you had opened the drivers side door. You turned around to see Wally standing a few feet from you out of breath and wearing his signature letterman.

"Um hi. Great game! What can I do for you Wally?" you fumbled out awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs. "Did you drive all the way out here by yourself?" Wally asks curiously. You chuckle nervously "Um yeah I guess I did." "Can I ride home with you?" He asks politely giving you that award winning smile.

"Yea of course! Let me make sure my passenger seat is cleaned out!" you smile walking around and opening the door moving your bag and a few other things to the back seat. He waits for you to round the front of the car and get seated before closing your door. He tosses his bag in the back seat before situating himself in the passenger seat. "You didn't wanna ride the bus back?" you ask as you pull out of the parking lot.

"Just didn't think it was safe to let you drive back home this late and I wanted to get to know my number one fan." He teases you. You giggle and your cheeks turn rosy. "Your number one fan huh? Getting a bit of an ego are you?" you tease back. He smirks at you taking in your side view, admiring your fluttery lashes and the cute Devils gear you are wearing. "Aren't you though? I've seen you at every game." Your face gets even more red as you glance at him.

"I do enjoy football and you might be apart of why I enjoy it." you shrug. His smile widens and he blushes hiding it from you. "Are you hungry? I was thinking about stopping at a diner or something?" You ask looking over at him waiting on the red light to turn green. "Starved actually. I'm always super hungry after a game. To the diner!" Wally rubs his tummy animatedly causing you to laugh loudly smacking your hand over your mouth embarrassed.

You pull into a cute little diner called "Sweetheart Suppers". The neon sign flashes pink as Wally holds open the door for you. You find a booth before ordering your drinks and scanning the menu. You order a cheeseburger and fries while Wally orders chicken strips and tater tots. While you wait for your food to arrive Wally shameless flirts with you and mentions that he has looked for you at every game.

You look at him shocked "Every game? And you think I'm your number one fan? Okayyy." you tease him. He smirks "I never said I wasn't a fan of you Sweets. I am a big fan actually. Been trying to get up the courage to talk to you since freshman year besides for an extra pencil." He rubs the back of his neck nervously. "Well I'm flattered. What took you so long though?" You smile at him soothing his anxiety. "Well I didn't want to screw it up. You are kind of my good luck charm." He shrugs at you.

"I'm your good luck charm? How?" You ask curiously. "Um. This is kind of embarrassing but you are the only one that positively comments on my game play. Coach and my mom only criticize me. I really need your cheering to keep me in the right mindset." He mumbles out fidgeting with his hands. You reach across the table and grab his hand rubbing it with your thumb gently.

"I will be your lucky charm anytime you need Hon. I love watching you play." You smile at him keeping his hand in yours as you eat with the other. "Are you flirting with me Gorgeous?" Wally teases trying to break the tension. You smile up at him. "Maybe? What are you gonna do about it?" you tease. His eyes darken as his tongue drags along his bottom lip. He grabs the waitress to get the ticket and pays for the both of you much to your protests.

He walks you out to your car grabbing your hips as he pushes your back against the door trapping you between him and the car. His hands move from your hips to rest besides your head. He leans in pressing his lips to yours gently at first until you kiss him back. You kiss back, hands grasping onto his shirt holding him close to you. He pulls back resting his forehead against yours breath hitting your lips. "Fuck I want you in the worst way Sweets." He groans out.

You look up at him pupils blown wide and darkened making his heart race. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private then." You practically beg. "I don't think I can wait. Want you now. Can I fuck you in your back seat Princess?" He whimpers pushing his hips against yours. You nod up at him, moving towards the back door. He yanks it open helping you in before clambering in after you. The door closes and he's glued to you. His lips trail down your neck, kissing and sucking as he goes, stopping when your breath catches paying extra attention to that spot. He nips at the spot before smoothing it over with his tongue.

You push his letterman off his shoulders and tug at the bottom of his shirt until he pulls it over his head. He reaches for the bottom of your shirt looking up at you for reassurance before ridding you of it. He kisses your lips before pressing them between your breasts and across your collarbones. Your hands are in his hair and feeling the corded muscles of his back whimpering at the sensation of him and his lips on you.

He sits you up slightly unclipping your bra before gently pulling it off of you. He lays you back down stopping to take in your breasts breath catching in his throat at the sight of your hard pierced nipples. "Fuck Sweets you are full of surprises." You giggle at him the giggle turning into a moan as his lips latch to your nipple his hand groping the other breasts before switching. You whine hips lifting to grind up into his, his hips buck against yours causing him to moan around your breast a shiver crawling up your spine.

He continues covering your tits in hickies as his hand trails down popping the button on your jeans before slipping his hand in them cupping your pussy through your damp panties. "Please Wally." You whine needing him to touch you. He hums against you before pulling back to help you out of your jeans and panties. His eyes lock on your wet folds, licking his lips before pressing a kiss to your mound. He brings his hand to drag slowly through your center before rubbing your clit in a slow circle. His other hand reaches to press into your lower stomach holding you still as he watches your face contort into pleasure.

He continues his slow torture his fingers sliding down to pump into you slowly. You let out a gasp as you clench around his thick fingers. After making sure you are ready for him he brings his fingers to his mouth moaning around them before saying "Princess as much as I'd like to eat your delicious pussy I am gonna bust if I don't get in you soon." Wally whines out. "Fuck me please." You beg him.

He groans out before shimmying his jeans and boxers down freeing his pulsing cock. He look down at you "I think I have a condom in my wallet." You shake your head no. "I wanna feel you. All of you. Please. I'm clean and on birth control." The though of feeling you wrapped around him with nothing in between you does something to him, his hips jerking causing the head of his cock to bump into your clit. A shutter coursing through the both of you.

He reaches down dragging the red tip of his cock up and down your slick before slowly pushing in. You let out a whimper as he groans out bending down to kiss you roughly. He sinks into you inch by inch, his thickness feeling like he's splitting you in half. A strangled cry pours into Wally's mouth. He gives you a minute to adjust to his size the only movement the twitch of his cock. "Am I good to move Princess?" he grunts out. You nod your head before he shakes his telling you "Words Princess. Need you to say it." You whine at him needily before he gives you a pointed look. "Wally please fuck me now. Need you." you manage to whimper out before his hips pull almost all the way out before bottoming back out inside of you. You scream out "Wallllly." He grunts into your neck as he keeps the pace up.

He leans back and settles his hands behind your knees bringing them to your chest before plunging back into you. He's so deep you can feel him in your throat. A loud moan leaving your mouth as he leans froward to capture your lips as he drives into you. The only sound is your skin slapping and the wetness of you. He pulls his lips from yours briefly to say "Fuck baby you feel so good. You are taking my cock so well." You whine before leaning up to capture his lips again as your nails drag down his back.

He grunts into your mouth at the burning sensation your nails leave. He moves so one hand is pressing against the back of both of your thighs holding them up as the other wraps around your throat observing your blissed out face before pistoning faster into your cunt. Your eyes roll back, the only sound leaving your swollen lips is a pitiful whimper as he ruins you. He grunts as he feels you tighten around him spasming around his cock.

You writhe under him getting close to the edge of release. "Gonna cum." You say as a broken whisper. His hand tightens as he fucks faster "Gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?" He says in a deep gravelly tone sending you over the edge, toes curling eyes rolling. You spasm around him, hips jerking as you soak his cock with your cum. He groans out hips stuttering as he thrusts for his last time stilling himself in you as he fills you up. He slowly releases your legs allowing them to settle on either side of his hips before pressing his forehead to your breast bone catching his breath. You run your hands through his hair gently scratching at his scalp in a soothing way.

He leans back after he collects himself pressing a kiss to your lips before gently pulling out of you an empty feeling settling over you. A whimper escapes you as he does. He presses a kiss to you before helping you slip your panties back on. "Do you want to put your bra back on?" He asks picking it up. You shake your head no before allowing him to pull your t-shirt over your head. He grabs his letterman helping you slip it on before helping you pull your jeans up. He then redresses himself before helping you out of the backseat.

You stumble around sleepily and sore causing Wally to chuckle at you. "Do you want me to drive us home Lovey? Fucked you too good." He kisses your cheek and nuzzles his head into your neck. "Yes please." you mumble through the yawn that escapes. He helps you over to the passenger side and helps you get cozy making sure your seatbelt is on before hopping into the driver side.

You are leaned back in the passenger seat turned towards him looking at him through sleepy eyes. "Its okay. I'll wake you up when we get back Sweets. Go to sleep." He says resting his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently. He watches as your eyes drift close admiring how sweet you look all curled up in his letterman after he just ruined you in the backseat. Fuck he might be in love.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Logan As A Dad <3

100% believe that man would be the BEST dad in so many ways

The moment he finds out he's gonna be a dad he's gonna be TERRIFIED, but over the moon

Didn't think it be possible that he'd ever get the chance to have a kid

Thought about it in the past but it quickly become a pipe dream-least till you came around

I talked about him w/ you being pregnant before but lets just bring it up again a lil bit

hand on belly ALL THE TIME. A very protective urge he has. He likes to hear your and his babys heartbeat, likes to feel them kick when they're big enough

will talk to the belly A LOT. from start to finish. Wants them to know who his is, his voice, he gets afraid of the baby being scared of him- cause most people are

despite the fact that I think he's literally a magnet to kids. They're just drawn to him. Climbing all over him, talking to him. Some might be a lil intimidated by his tall presence but kids know dad vibes when they see em

Will probably insist on making most of the baby furniture himself. The crib, rocker, changing station. doesn't want to trust mass-produced stuff with the safety of his kid

hes SO anxious the poor baby. He won't express it but you can see it on him sometimes. Constantly worried about you and the babys safety. worried about it going wrong

Logan spends like 98 percent of the time taking care of you and everything, there's just gonna be a 2% where he needs a little reassurance everything will be okay

I think he'd be both a girl and boy dad

He is already wrapped around your finger, imagine what he's like with your BABY

Cries when you're in labor, cries when he holds the little tot for the first time. He's terrified at first because they're just SO SMALL in his arms. You reassure him that his bicep being literally bigger than the child is a good thing because that means baby is comfy and supported lol

Feeding the baby (breastfeeding or bottlefeeding!) Logan wants to be there as often as possible. He'll wrap his arms around you both and support you, using him as a cushion. Resting his chin on your shoulder while lil wolverine eats

if you're breastfeeding logan will definitely make a joke like "cmon bub save some for the rest of us"

That child will literally be showered with kisses from logan. soft little kisses all over the face, belly, the little feet (ugh i'm gonna cry baby fever here)

getting up at night becomes his job, because you need rest. You can't go back to sleep though so you go check on em and he's just rocking the babe around the room in his rooms, humming a soft little lullaby. completely entranced by this little life you and him brought into this world

SO PROTECTIVE

if someone wants to hold yalls baby, good luck. He deadass is that parent who doesn't want ANYONE except you or him to hold the baby. Respect.

He'd probably break down and let a close friend or family do it eventually cause he tells himself hes being ridiculous (Even if you support his boundary) but he'll won't break his eyes away from them and even gets anxious the longer the baby is away from either of your arms

logan wearing a baby carrier

shopping together while you push the cart and he got the baby on his chest

I'm imagining old man logan being so gruff and tough but he holds that lil child and he's just the softest thing on earth. Walking around the kitchen with the baby in his arms, making dinner. He was terrified when you told him you were pregnant but now he got you, laura, and the mini one in his arms and he couldn't be happier

Trilogy logan is such young dad kind of vibes. No idea what he's doing but he adores you both. Rock dad type of vibes where he's bottle feeding the baby wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses (very 70s logan esque too). likes to play with the baby all the time. Falls sleep with the baby on his chest, hand splayed over their back protectively

origins logan is complete dad over here. soccer dad. coaches the baseball teams. carries the kiddo around on his shoulders at request. bedtime stories. chasing them around the yard. will literally build and make anything and everything for them

dofp logan carrying the kid around by the pants (like holding them by the hem). your kid LOVE it and non stop giggles while Logans just walking around the school trying to get what he needs to done.

he'll pretend to kidnap you from the kids just to get a damn minute alone, running away with you on his shoulder while your kid(s) run after you

you kid gets into a habit sneaking into bed at night and you and logan barely get any alone time lately because of it. one day he just picks them up by the ankle and they're giggling because they love it when dad manhandles them and carries them out of the bedroom telling you he'll be right back

an hour goes by so you get up to see whats taking so long

logan fell asleep in bed with your kid reading them a story (Trying to make them go to sleep)

you're half tempted to sleep in bed alone bc it's been FOREVER since but logan and your kid look very comfortable. (well, your kid does. logan is a 6'3" man on a toddler bed, you picture that) you squeeze yourself in with them

he'll give in to your little prince or princess a lot. One more story, 5 more minutes of playtime, that pretty toy at the store shelves

BUT i feel like he's also determined to make sure the kiddo is well-rounded, understands no, and doesn't become materialistic.

Firm but gentle parent

he tried a little tough love before and despised it

he sitting at the dinner table trying to get your kid to eat veggies. First he's asking, then bargaining. and then somehow your kid tricks him into eating the veggies so they couldn't eat them anymore cause dad did!

wants his kid(s) to see how in love their parents are so he'll kiss you and dance with you and flirt with you around them all the time. they'll be so grossed out but look back on it one day with fondness as they meet their own partners

teenage attitudes

logan is a BRICK WALL when it comes to those teenagers

laura, rogue, jubilee, just kids in school in general. he's a pro at handling the insults, the mood swings. he knows how to be firm, when to be gentle, and when to set the rules down and also give them freedom

though one day after having to listen to attitude and complaining he'll come in with a tired look and be like "What happened to that little baby that stopped crying whenever I held them?"

will be amazing at consoling your kids though. Whether they scraped their knee or dealing with their first break up. Their dads arms are the best place to be until they calm down

he's gonna be SO good at giving advice and not judging either. He's lived a long ass time. He knows your kids are their own persons and while it terrifies him to know they could get hurt he knows that they're gonna do their own thing when they grow up and experience life and the best he can do is lead them the right direction and be there for them when they need it

DAD INSTINCTS. just knows when your kid is up to some bullshit

also those videos where dads are half alseep yet manage to catch the child from falling on their head

literally works over time at preventing your kid(S) at somehow killing themselves. apparently they got that wild streak gene from him and manage to get themselves into the strangest situations

also i'm just picturing him booking it out of the house because he sensed somehow that someone was in a tree and about to fall out and literally catches them that perfect moment

[webbluvrsugar]

hey sugar how are you? i love you’re fanfics and was wondering if you’d be up to write something along the lines of mutual masturbation with Ethan from Scream 6? i’ve been getting a lot of Ethan brainrots as of late lmfaoo

was thinking about something along the lines of, maybe ethan and the reader are in a relationship, but it’s new and there both shy & awkward about sex, probably haven’t done anything past making out yet (and idk i just hc ethan as a virgin in almost every fanfic i read bc he’s such a nerd and i love when the reader matches his energy so hahah), and maybe he finds her vibrator while snooping around her place and shyly asks her to show him how she gets off?

if your uncomfortable or not up to right it, it’s tots fine! ❤️

a/n: hi love!! I’m fine, hope you’re fine too! And yes of course, here you go!

when Ethan Landry found out about your vibrator…

You just recently moved in together, it’s nice having him close, it’s nice sleeping next to him every night, he respects your stuff and your privacy and you respect his, you just weren’t expecting that he would fuss around your stuff, he usually does that, you just don’t know it, he likes to know you’re both fine, that you’re still his, so he likes to check around your stuff, and you usually keep this one drawer locked, this time, it wasn’t, he took that as an opportunity, he just didn’t think he’d find… a vibrator of all sorts.

You’ve kissed before, you’ve even groped each other, but you’ve never had sex, this is new, it makes him flush because he’s not mad, he’s excited, but before he can put it back, you’re already waking in the room.

You don’t know how to question him about it, but you do, you also explain yourself, saying that it’s not his problem, reassuring him you still love him. He freezes, swallows and looks up to you, the toy in his hands, his eyes wide and going down to the buttons before they meet yours.

“I — I’m not mad..” he speaks, he’s more.. curious than angry, taking a deep breath before he speaks. “I just… I wanna see how you do it.”

You’re shocked, your lips part open before you nod, and that’s how you got into the bed, fully naked.

“Just — Just press it on my clit.”

And he does so, places the wand right on you clit and you moan, your hand clenches around his as he holds yours, a shaky sigh leaves you after that.

He’s watching intensely, watching as the slick wets the bedsheets, watching how you clench when he hits a spot you like, watching the way you flush, he likes this, likes watching you and making you feel good, likes to please you.

“What if I just..” he raises the speed before telling you, your hips squirm, you moan louder, your grip on his hand way tighter, he has a smirk on his face, rolling the toy in soft circles.

“That’s exactly how you like it, isn’t it?” He asks with a smile on his face, looking up at you, his eye contact intense.

“Y — Yes.”

You whisper, your hips bucking as your feet curl.

“I knew it.”

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[artdcnaldson]

I have some fluffy fuzzy thoughts to share... I feel like Patrick is one of those people that babies just unexpectedly LOVE

Like imagine he's at a gathering with Art's family and someone asks him to hold their very new, very small, very breakable baby while they're in the bathroom.

Patrick freaks out expecting high pitched wails and a lifetime ban from Donaldson family BBQs.

But turns out his big strong hands are good for holding little people as well as rackets...

ohhhh <3 this is so, so important to me <3

Because Patrick is the type to loudly and frequently say he hates kids. His experience with children comes down to his older brother's hellspawn that make the pretty young au pairs he hires gray prematurely. Nasty, dirty, loud, annoying, persistent. The kind of kids that need to be told No, but never are.

Art's family is different. It takes a village, and all that. His cousin Beth is a teen mom, with a cute, fat little baby that has the same blonde curls as its mother. It has two front teeth already, a gummy little smile when Art's grandmother feeds it bites of some tater tot hotdish that would send Patrick's bubbe into cardiac arrest.

Art happily holds the baby in his arms and he seems comfortable enough. There are so many young kids running around that Patrick figures he has experience with that sort of thing. In his eighteen years of life, Patrick has managed to hold one baby, at age fourteen, when his older brother had his first kid.

The baby blinks up at him, its eyes wide and brown like Beth's are. Beth— who's off making fruit salad and dumped her kid into the first pair of open arms she could find. It's outfit is stupid— a little set of overalls with pockets that have muppets sticking out. What the fuck do babies need pockets for?

"It keeps staring at me," he complains, trying to move in front of Art to break the creepy eye contact, which doesn't work.

"Stop calling him it," Art insists, face twisting with annoyance as he bounces the baby in his arms. "His name is Noah."

Patrick sighs. "Noah won't stop staring at me. It's freaking me out, so make him stop."

Art laughs at that, grinning in that annoying way he does when he thinks he knows what Patrick's thinking. So what if most of the time he does? "What? He's a baby, I can't just make him stop. You're being weird."

No. Weird was the way that Art's family acted. He knew the detachment in his family wasn't normal, but the closeness, the joking, the passing babies and kids and hugging was weird. It was weird that they had potlucks where they would eat servings of each dish and smile even if it tasted really bad. It was weird that Art's other cousin, George, stood up with his wife and proudly announced they were trying for a baby. For all the Zweig's knew, babies arrived in cashmere swaddles carried by some endangered species of bird.

"I have to pee, dude, just hold him for a sec—" Art says suddenly, and before Patrick can do anything, the baby is shoved into his arms. It— he— is heavier than Patrick expects, so dense for something so small.

"Art—" He whisper-yells, but Art's already darting away, leaving Patrick to awkwardly cradle the baby to his chest.

Noah babbles as Patrick swears under his breath. No one seems to look his way— it's too loud for anyone to really care. Beth at least glances over to check on her kid, sees a yawning Noah being bounced in Patrick's arms. He thinks he gives a help me expression, but it's ignored.

Noah likes him. He rests his chubby little face on Patrick's Hollister polo and babbles contentedly once Patrick manages to nervously walk across the room and settle on an old, sunken in leather couch.

Tentatively, Patrick reaches out, lets the baby wrap his hand around his index finger. Noah yawns, his little face wrinkling and scrunching as he gets comfortable. The baby is asleep on Patrick's chest by the time Art returns.

The blond grins as he sinks onto the couch beside him, holding out a plate of baked goods. "Hungry?"

"I can't move," Patrick whispers. "He's knocked out, dude."

Art lifts a marshmallow lucky charms bar to Patrick's mouth and lets the other boy take a bite. "You're good with kids. Girls think that's hot."

"Shut the fuck up."

[f10werfae]

Pretty Girl

pairing: Dad!sy x Pregnant!Mom!Reader

summary: Baby Ellie has her daddy wrapped round her little finger, but so does her momma. After-all they’re his pretty girl (smut)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+

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“Hey pretty, c’mere and give me a kiss” Sy cooed nuzzling into his wife’s side on their bench swing in the backyard, his hands rubbing over her exposed bump which was housing their second baby. “mhm okay” She gave in ultimately giving him a soft wet kiss, having to push him away for a breath. “D-da d-da” Both their heads turning to face their 1 year old babygirl, who was settled on her play mat out in the shade.

Aika rested her head on her paws whilst on the play mat, letting baby Ellie rest her body against hers, ultimately using Aika as her backrest. The Syverson family was spending this nice summers day out on the porch, with Ellie clad in only a diaper just to keep her cool. “Yes my gorgeous girl, ya enjoyin’ bein’ out here with your momma and dada?” Sy cooed slipping off the bench and onto the mat a few feet away, Ellie was holding up her own bottle as she drank away, her other hand reaching up for Sy’s hand.

Ever since Ellie had seen the effect of the word ‘da’ on her daddy, she’s been using it ever since as a sign of a beck and call. “Da, da da” The soft curled bundle of joy tottered away from Aika’s body and wobbled her way onto her daddy’s lap. “Aren’t ya jus’ precious sweetpea, you n your mama n’ baby brother” Sy growled peppering kisses all over Ellie’s face until she started giggling and had to push his face away.

“Sy stop it and give her a chance” Y/n giggled watching, knowing damn well her babygirl loved giving out kisses too, Ellie’s lips already pouting out to land kisses on her daddy’s beard covered cheek. “mwah da” Ellie babbled happily, her curls bouncing with her, her hands on his shoulders to stabilise her standing up. “Wow babygirl, best kiss av ever gotten” Sy gasped hugging her tiny body to his immediately, carrying her onto his lap again.

“Da-da baba?” Ellie pulled away looking up with her innocent doe eyes, picking up her empty bottle up to her daddy, another small pout playing on her lips. “N' here I thought you wanted to cuddle with dada” Sy playfully scoffed settling Ellie down by Y/n, their babygirl wasting no time in cuddling on her mama’s lap, her head resting on her chest, her tiny hands feeling the baby’s kicks; her eyes twinkling watching Sy walk inside with her precious baba.

“got daddy wrapped round your lil finger baby” Y/n smiled nuzzling her head against her baby’s, pressing a big kiss on her cheek as she rocked her gently. “One baba per request” Sy said rocking back into the backyard, shaking the small lukewarm pink bottle in his hand, testing the temperature on his wrist before he handed it back to his little precious petal. “mm baba dada” She said handing it back to him.

Sy smiled picking up the tiny tot and sitting down beside his wife with Ellie laying across his lap as if she was a newborn again. His hands steadily holding the baby bottle to her lips as she suckled softly, her naturally wide eyes peering around the garden at all the different birds before settling on the baby blues of her dad. One of her hands reaching behind her for her momma and the other holding onto Sy’s hand that was holding the bottle.

“Think she’ll go down for a nap soon?” He smirked looking up to his wife, that same playful lustful loon in his eyes whenever his eye caught hers, his head leaning down to kiss and nuzzle against the side of her face like a possessive bear cub. “Oh yeah she’s your daughter Sy honey, fill her belly and she’ll be knocked out soon enough” Y/n swooned, leaning her body towards him as her hand patted down his soft stomach and body.

“See look her pretty lil eyes are already closing, must be the cool breeze helpin cool her down too” Checking her nappy was still clean, after about 15 minutes Y/n had burped and lulled her babygirl to sleep, ultimately leading her to put her down in her crib. Turning on the baby monitor and adjusting the room temperature, Y/n left the room slightly ajar as Sy and her retreated to hanging out in their shared bedroom.

“I ever tell ya how pretty you are? Especially when you’re full n’ round cus a’ me” Sy poses on the bed like a girl, his feet swinging in the air as he lay on his stomach, his hands cupping his face whilst he just stared at his wife. “Yes loverboy, you tell me at least every hour”

“That can’t be right, i’ll make sure to say it every minute then” He joked rolling onto his back, guiding her to sit on his lap, his hands immediately clasping around her body to cage her closer to him. “But seriously you are just gorgeous, jus’ how do you get even more beautiful the more life goes on” Y/n soon found herself feeling hot and bothered the more compliments and kisses she received, not to mention the subtle ass squeezes Sy had managed to squeeze in between his monologues.

“Stop it Sy please” She whined carefully tracing his brow with her thumb, trying to distract herself from looking into his eyes which were desperately trying to catch hers. “What can’t I pay my pretty mama compliments? I’m havin’ to stop myself ‘ere” Growling lightly he slightly jerked his hips up, letting her feel his hardened cock through his grey sweatpants, his torso bare. “Fuck Sy”

“I know baby m’sorry, I can’ help it, anytime I see you, smell you or hear you, the little guy gets excited n’ needs ya” Rubbing up her back soothingly under his shirt she was wearing, he felt her slowly start to shift herself back and forth on his lap, her wetness starting to leak through her thin cotton panties to create a darker stain on his pants. “Oh baby what are ya doin?”

“I need somethin Sy, seein’ ya be such a good daddy to Ellie and how you’re just so fuckin’ sexy it actually kills me” She suddenly broke out into a curse, seeing Sy basically move around the house was like porn for her, seeing him tend to the laundry and housework? She was about to bend him over if she could. Seeing him try his absolute best to lighten her load, even taking his babygirl Ellie out on his walks just so she could have some peace and quiet.

“You gonna use me baby? Get what you need momma, so fuckin’ pretty like this, my perfect angel, got my cock all swollen jus by bein you” He pushed back some of her hair away from her face, her expression furrowed as she quickened her pace knowing it wouldn’t be long before Ellie woke up again. “Y-you make me feel so good” Moving her underwear to the side she let her bare sensitive pussy rub against the fabric of his sweatpants, the head of his cock peeking out of the band as per her request.

“Hold on pretty-“ He gasped pulling down his sweatpants to his thighs, letting them feel each other’s skin as they humped against each other lovingly. Her swollen lips parted to hug around his shaft, covering his length in her slick wet juices, the lewd sounds filling the bedroom along with her whines and whimpers; the both of them being careful to not be so loud. “So soft” He would whisper out as his thumb caressed her sensitive nerve, watching her face contort whilst he stimulated her clit.

“You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Can feel it, come on baby I want it so bad” He whispered against her neck, his lips inching upwards until they reached hers. His tongue slipping into her mouth engaging it in a wet spit filled kiss, keeping her quiet. “M-m gonna come Sy” She whispered urgently feeling that band in her stomach grow tighter, with it eventually snapping once one of Sy’s paws wandered up to tug and rub at her hardened nipples. “Aww baby you did so good, m’ so prouda you pretty, makin’ yourself feel good on your man’s lap” He cooed in between grunts as he tugged at his hardened shaft to squirt ropes of cum onto her pussy.

“You proud of me” Y/n smiled hazily leaning back, massaging his cum into her pussy, her eyes peering at him as he brought her back in for a sloppy make-out session, leaving both their chins shiny with spit. “Fuckin’ best thing ta ever happen to me”

(this fic is not proofread)

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PSA: Haven’t updated in so long but i’ve honestly just been enjoying my summer🫶Hope you enjoy this Dad!sy fic

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[smallpwbbles]

She didn’t get that sketch book back

Quick fic for my Biolizard shadow au taking place pre Ark incident, just some nice fluff between Maria and Shadow

Feel free to criticise the fuck outta this, haven’t written a fic since I was like 13, did feel nice to write this though, hopefully I can turn write a longer fic for the au like I said I wanted to do

Maria was beginning to get restless, it had been a long week full of tests, resting, recovering and just a general sense of stagnation. The days were beginning to phase into a repetitive cycle and while she could manage with it, she couldn’t say it wasn’t beginning to get boring.

Her studies were just finishing up, she had once again been bested by her least favourite subject, math. Maria was quite smart for her age, a symptom of being a Robotnik no doubt, however math had such a way with turning her brain to mush. She was sick enough as it was, she didn’t need the subject doing away with her mind too.

Her notebook and sticky notes were packed away in a cute little cubby adorably stuck with a tag with her name on it, next to hers was an empty cubby addressed with the name Shadow, it was unfortunate that with the monstrous hedgehogs seemingly unending growth spurts came the ability to not fit almost anywhere on the Ark, apart for his enclosure of course.

Maria put a hand to the unused cubby, she very much missed studying in the classroom with Shadow, but her grandfather did allow for studies to be taught with Shadow in the enclosure when they were both on best behaviour, the old man may be a stickler but was an absolute softie at heart.

Gerald was erasing the algebra on the blackboard with a content smile, Maria could see he was in quite a good mood today which was especially great as the week of tests wasn’t just unfortunate to her. As Shadow was due for many tests to check on the state of his growth, Gerald and his team spent many weeks trying to get it under control right after Shadow had begun to increase in size rapidly.

The scientists had all done their best but to an ailing Shadow, who had to be okay with needles and diagrams shoved in and around him, he was at best irate and at worst, down right hostile. One of the testing scientists was still recovering in the first aid section of the Ark after a particularly vexed Shadow struck out. He was “grounded” after such an incident, which doesn’t mean much when you’re 35 feet and can kill a person with minimal effort, but it meant Maria couldn’t see him at the moment.

That wasn’t gonna stop her from trying.

“Grandfather! Studies were absolutely wonderful today, I feel maths gets easier and easier each time you teach it to me” Maria lied. Her plan was to butter him up, get him in an even better mood, maybe then he would feel lenient enough to let her stay in the enclosure with Shadow.

“It makes me glad to hear that Maria my dear, maths has always been an essential subject matter in the world of education, why I’ve loved maths ever since I was a young tot, you know I solved my first problem when I was just 3 years old-“ Gerald kept on. Oh no, she got him rambling, maybe she could shoot her shot and just ask outright. The last time he rambled it put her right to sleep on her desk, it hurt his feelings but the second she started hearing percentages her brain shut it down.

“May I see Shadow today!?” She hadn’t meant to blurt it out so outright but she felt the ramble was about to edge towards fractions and decimals and she quite had enough of those today

Gerald’s animated ramblings stopped in an instant and he faced his granddaughter who was doing her best to charm him with her childish adorable appeal

He hummed and hawed for a moment before shaking his head “Now Maria I know you miss Shadow very much but he is in trouble at the moment”

A wave of defensiveness washed over Maria as she recounted Shadow was currently punished due to actions he did in a moment of stress and anger, she felt in the same position she would have struck out or at the very least gave that scientist a good old raspberry, she was still proud she taught Shadow that, Gerald didn’t need to know that though.

“Oh but Grandfather, it’s been more than a week, I’m sure Shadow has learned his lesson” Maria begged.

“He growled at one of our scientists who came for a check up this morning, one he particularly likes mind you” he retorted

“I mean it could be a bit of that teenage rebellion you’re always claiming me to have when I’m not happy to see you in the morning” She countered.

“I-“ Gerald stopped himself and put a finger to his lip, honestly he couldn’t dismiss that. As Shadow continued to grow he picked up more behaviours Gerald could attribute to the traditional development of adolescence. It still had him flabbergasted as he recalled Shadow sticking his tongue right at Gerald one time during studies.

“None the matter, I don’t want you getting hurt in there because of the irritation he’s at right now” Gerald commanded. Maria deflated, this definitely wasn’t going out the way she has planned.

“He would never! Shadow absolutely adores us, he wouldn’t hurt us” Maria argued, she trusted this 100%. Although around most people some could say Shadow could be careless, Maria and Gerald were of a select few that Shadow handled with the upmost care and caution. Maria could just about get away with doing anything around Shadow, if not for her sickness she would most definitely use the gigantic hedgehog as a playground.

At quiet times before lights were out, when allowed she would curl up in Shadows large claws, it amazed her how still and gentle he could be, she felt like a glass doll in his hands as she deducted he was so still in fear of jostling her. It saddened her that Shadow was at such a state he felt even the slightest movements would hurt her.

Gerald put a palm to his head, “I know he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose Maria, but Shadow can forget himself sometimes, need I remind you of Steven, who is in the infirmary because of Shadows actions?�� He scolded. Maria didn’t have a retort for that, she could defend shadow as much as she liked but it didn’t change that he had indeed hurt someone.

She looked down to her dress skirt and gripped the fabric of it, she knew better than to act like a brat not getting their way but she was getting irate, one more plea, and if no results she would would back down, lest she get into an argument with her grandfather and end up in trouble herself.

“I’ve just felt absolutely restless. I understand he’s in trouble grandfather but he always behaves around me, I could even go in there and get him to apologise! He’s usually nicer after I give him a good talking to” Maria gripped her skirt harder, she was honest about getting him to apologise, she didn’t want him thinking what he had done to that scientist was okay.

Gerald studied her for a moment before letting out a defeated sign, the softie in him had won, he hated seeing Maria as desperate as she was, and she was not wrong. Maria’s presence seemed to greatly improve Shadows mood the most

“Fine, you can see him” Maria almost jumped up in excitement but steeled herself, it didn’t stop her from looking absolutely giddy “but you are not to rile him up in any way, and if I feel you are in danger you are to come out, understand” Gerald instructed.

Maria gave a silly salute, she couldn’t help it knowing her plan came around “loud and clear!”

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He was clearly pouting when she got to the viewing windows of Shadows enclosure, he was lying on his side and had his back to the large reinforced windows, so nobody could see his face. It was cute to Maria, he always did this getting in trouble.

He was also very still, she actually couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not in that position, a second later when he turned his head slightly to notice her presence confirmed he was indeed awake. Shadow had quite the ability to sense the people around him without anyone else knowing they were there. He glared at her before immediately curling in on himself, she had no idea how someone that big could make themselves look smaller but he was managing quite well.

She put her hands to the window, the glare he just gave her hadn’t put her off, he clearly wasn’t as happy to see her as she thought he would be but that was her gigantic, hedgehog, lizard buddy in need and she hadn’t almost got on her knees and begged to see him for nothing.

3 little taps to the glass, Maria did this just to give him a warning whenever she was coming in, in response Shadow seemed to curl further in on himself, he almost looked like a gigantic spiky ball.

Maria made a small trek down a compact set of Stairs to some steel doors that led into the enclosure, there was a code box right next to the doors that needed an input only Maria, Gerald and some trusted scientists knew. Quickly putting in 4 digits, her birthday as predictably done by her grandfather, Maria bounced in excitement as the doors painstakingly opened.

The chamber was quiet and smelled of lavender, Maria had recommended a calming smell might tide over Shadow to act nicer during testing, while it hadn’t, he still very much enjoyed the smell.

Maria encountered the big ball of black and red quills and scales, he was very much still pouting and didn’t seem to want to acknowledge her. She gave a couple pats to what she could assume was his tail but it was quite hard to tell as curled up as he was.

Shadow gave no response to indicate he felt the pats so she grabbed a few quills and gave a small tug, she didn’t want to tug hard as she’d definitely get cut if he bristled his quills in response, yet he still gave no reaction.

Oh he was really having quite the tantrum today. She put her hands to her hips and gave the giant wall of quills a tired look

“Shadow it’s me! Are you not happy to see me?” Maria yelled up at him.

If he was, he gave no reciprocation. It humbled her quite intensely as it was a first for Shadow to completely ignore her.

She looked down at her shoes and decided if he was gonna be the Debbie of downers she would use other means of entertainment. She pulled out her small sketch pad that conveniently fit in her skirt pockets. It was a great source of distraction when she had nothing to do or nobody to talk to.

She walked over to some worn down chairs that were placed carefully far to one end of the enclosure, they were initially placed there for observation of Shadow but it was an overestimated idea as most scientists didn’t have the nerve to be in the same room as Shadow for more than 5 minutes. Maria abused this section of the enclosure to benefit her creative devices and made Shadow the subject of most of her sketches.

It was about 5 minutes into drawing when she had stopped drawing Shadow as doodling a curled up spiky ball hadn’t been as fun as she thought. She looked up from her sketch pad as Shadow began to unfurl, as he stretched out she heard some of his bones crack back into place, bones cracking was already an unnerving sound to her, hearing it at Shadows size was something entirely else so she couldn’t help the look that came on her face.

Shadow stopped his stretching to study her, he smirked at the unsettled face Maria made as it was quite an amusing expression for her to pull, the smirked made her a little irate considering how rudely he was to ignore her just before.

“I see you got tired of pouting” Maria huffed, Shadow simply stuck her tongue at her, she gasped in shock and stook up immediately, absolutely aghast he would use such a move on her of all people, she kind of wish she hadn’t taught him that now.

“That’s absolutely- why I never- you are such a rude-“ she couldn’t make up her mind what to say in response. Shadow sat on his hind legs and looked at her in amusement, to anyone who could have been outside the enclosure, the sight of a young blond girl yelling and scolding the near 40 foot giant beast was bewildering.

“It’s no wonder grandfather didn’t want me to see you, with you acting like such a brat I have half a mind to walk out of here, are you even sorry for what you did?!” Maria furiously turned her back to him and folded her arms, if she looked back she would have seen Shadow flinch at the question. “The scientists are doing the best to help you and you had someone sent into first aid!” She grumbled.

Maria heard some loud shuffling then the room shook for a moment, she steadied herself and looked back to see Shadow had repositioned himself with his back to her. She didn’t know why the sight infuriated her more but it just seemed like he wanted to be insanely difficult today.

She began to march over to him, about to give him a peace of her mind. However when she traversed enough to get a even look at what she assumed would be a unremorseful smug smirk, she was met with a regretful furrowed brow, his red crimson irises met her blue azure ones and he instantly looked away and brought his arms up to hold himself. He wouldn’t look back at her.

Maria began to calm herself, one look at him told her what she knew, of course he felt bad for what he did. She wanted to give herself a right slap for forgetting herself, he obviously found it hard to talk about what happened, she shouldn’t have expected him to be right and ready to talk as soon as she walked through those doors.

She slowly came closer and put a hand to his ankle, that was as much as she could reach at his current sat up stance. He dared a glance down at her tiny form and again looked away, she could feel the giant begin to tremble, she then heard as an unmistakable voice rasped out “…didn’t mean to”.

His voice rumbled throughout her body as her heart wrenched at that statement. She believed it without question, he was gentle and caring, she was tired after the week long tests. Maria could only imagine what it was like for him after being poked and prodded for hours on end.

“I know” she comforted. She really did wish he was at least a little smaller, it was really hard to comfort someone who has a hand as big as your entire body.

She could attempt to climb up his leg but she really didn’t want to risk getting Gerald upset with her if she was to exacerbate her already strained lungs. She motioned at shadow with her hand and got his attention “Shadow your hand please” she gently commanded

He knew what she was asking and took a hand off his person to reach her, only seeing his claws near her had him stop for a moment which Maria noticed. “You would never hurt me” she assured. He gently scooped her up and cupped his other hand to the one holding her.

Shadow brought up a safely secured Maria up to his face in which she at once assaulted him with a full face hug, it surprised him for a moment but he instantly melted into it. She did this when she knew he was even a bit upset. He did find the gesture embarrassing but appreciated it all the same.

Maria nuzzled into his muzzle harder, she’d be finding fur in her dress for ages but she didn’t mind, the priority was Shadow. She was glad he was remorseful, it would have been alarming if she had to explain why it’s wrong to send someone into the infirmary but Shadow seemed to grasp the consequences of the event that transpired.

“You are going to apologise once Steven is out of the infirmary aren’t you?” She left his muzzle alone finally and looked up at him, he seemed embarrassed at such a request but knew he couldn’t argue with something that was the least he could do. He nodded firmly and hoped it would be enough to satisfy Maria.

It definitely was as she once again came full force with a hug to his muzzle, he did wish he could return such a gesture properly but he’d definitely crush the poor girl with such a return, instead he just leaned his face into her arms, she was such a tiny thing to him but the action warmed his heart so immensely he’d almost forgotten why he was mad in the first place.

Maria plopped back into his palm, content with her job as “the Shadow whisperer”, as she had oddly dubbed herself in her mind. She wished she could converse with him about all the events that transpired while he had been “grounded” but it mostly included tests which was the furthest thing she was sure both of them wanted to talk about. In that moment she remembered the little notepad she was doodling in earlier.

Shadow watched as she fought to relieve her pocket of the sketch pad and as she flicked through a few pages of quite nice and detailed drawings of him and a few familiar faces he’d seen on the Ark, his interested peaked as he watched her turn to her recent pages and she chortled, Maria shakily stood up on Shadows surprisingly soft palm and held the sketch pad to Shadow, who’s interested promptly died when he saw a drawing of a spiky ball which had been nicely detailed with an annotate to tell whoever was reading the ball was a “grumpy pouty shadow”.

Maria watched Shadows face fall flat and couldn’t help that roar of laughter that immediately escaped her, this only continued to irritate the humongous hedgehog. He brought over his other hand that didn’t have a laughing Maria in it and swiftly brought it over his palm, Maria yelled out a panicked “NO WAIT-“ as he did so. He didn’t hurt her, he just gave her a quick squish to shut her up. That seemed to do the job as he opened his palms to a silence Maria who had her hair adorably scruffy from the attack “I hate it when you do that, I totally deserved it though” she concluded

He snickered at that and she gave him a quick punch to his pinkie finger

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Maria had lost track of the time she had been in the enclosure after 2 hours. She wasn’t worried she’d been in too long as her Grandfather had cameras in the chamber and would have called her out if he wanted her out.

She had returned to her drawings while she was cradled in Shadows palms. She was absolutely engrossed in her current drawing and hadn’t noticed Shadow wasn’t giving input or feedback on her drawings anymore.

The palm she was in suddenly jerked and she had to grab one of his fingers to keep from losing balance, her sketch pad had fallen to the ground when the motion happened. She looked up when she was steadied and saw Shadow, he seemed to have not noticed what he had done. Honestly he seemed quite out of it, she quickly realised the poor thing was fighting sleep and must have accidentally jerked back to being half awake.

“Shadow” Maria called, his eyes opened fully to address her but immediately went back to being half lidded. “Are you tired? I can leave so you can get some rest” she offered.

He stubbornly shook his head and cupped his other hand under her, normally he would have let her go off when she wanted and went back to doing as he did alone in the enclosure but she was sure it was his sleepy brain not wanting her to leave and he was acting upon that.

“Alright alright, don’t have a fuss I’m not going anywhere, even if I could” he had brought his hand close enough that she could reach a particular spot under his muzzle, she gave it a few scritches and had to steel herself when he began purring, it was an intense and loud sound that she feel sending waves through her entire body but she bared it.

He leaned into it, and began to literally lean his entire body’s forward when the feeling of the scratches began to calm his already tired mind, Maria had to stop and immediately grabbed onto anything she could, which was his ring finger as Shadow fell forward, the enclosure shook from the weight of him falling and Maria waited for the vibrations to die down, she hoped her grandfather was not watching the cameras at that moment as she could of accidentally been hurt, she could hear and feel the vibrations of Shadows quiet snores as it confirmed he has simply fallen asleep.

She hopped off his palm to trek to his face, give him a quick hug. Her mission was to now find her sketch pad, that last drawing she was engrossed with had come along really well and she wanted to show her grandfather how her art skills were coming out. Her face turned grief stricken when she realised her sketch pad had fallen where Shadow lay asleep right now, if he rolled over which she knew he was guaranteed to do, it was completely over for that drawing as well as her entire sketch pad.

Maria inhaled and then exhaled. The stories of the superheroes her grandfather read to her had to go through sacrifice, and right now as the shadow whisperer, she could definitely say she was going through sacrifice right now.

[ladylooch]

Wildest Dreams - [Mat Barzal]

Summary: Mat and his wife take turns worrying about if they're ready to be parents.

Word Count: 3.2k

Main Tropes: New Parents, Pregnancy, Established Marriage

Before I even open my eyes, I’m annoyed.

I know I haven’t been sleeping very long, can feel it in the way my brain is still running a mile a minute, churning in the darkness of mine and my husband, Mat’s bedroom. 

I never sleep well when Mat is on road trips and definitely not on the nights that he comes home to me. I get excited. Like it’s our first night sleeping together all over again. I hope that never fades, no matter how long we are together. No matter who else joins us in our place. 

As if to let me know he too is waiting for Mat, our son kicks his feet into my ribs. I let out a soft grunt, then put a palm over where I felt that. For feet that look so tiny on an ultrasound, they sure pack a hefty kick. After settling the baby as best I can with rubs and steady pats, I close my eyes again, willing the delicious tug of sleep to find me. 

Did I turn the oven off? I suddenly wonder. I made chicken nuggets and tater tots for dinner because that was all I had energy for. But now at- I turn over- 2:30am, I can’t remember if it’s been on since dinner time. I probably did, I assure myself. I force my eyes back closed, hugging my pregnancy pillow close to my body. Against my will, my brain continues to check in about the oven.

Are we sure?

Like sure, sure?

What if we aren’t sure and then we burn the house down?

Where will we bring the baby home to then?

“Damn it.” I hiss into the dark, throwing the comforter off my legs. I wiggle my way to the side of the bed, getting my feet grounded in the rug before I begin the journey out to the kitchen. On the way, I pass by our wedding pictures lining the hallway. They’re all stunning, black and white candids, exactly what we asked for. Mat’s smile is wide, nose scrunched, I can hear his laugh through the photo and that’s exactly why it is up in our home.

An amazing day, capping off an amazing chapter of dating and prenuptial bliss that eased us into a marriage better than we could have anticipated. A celebration of the decade, our families had announced the following day.

The celebration keeps getting better, even after a few years of being married. The honeymoon phase has stuck around, convincing Mat and I that it’s never going to end. This bliss is exactly why we decided to begin a leisurely journey of growing our family. After seeing a few of our friends and family members struggle to conceive, we figured giving ourselves a long runway to take off into parenthood would help cushion our expectations from disappointment. 

The universe had other plans. 

I was pregnant within the first week.

I'm 8 months pregnant now, but I can still hear every skipping inhale and exhale of Mat's lungs as we started down at the positive test together. 

"Okay. We are doing this." He had finally said then gave me a tentative smile. "I'm happy. Really happy. Just..."

"Surprised." I nodded in agreement. "Me too." He grabbed my upper arms, holding me gently. 

"Are you okay?” Worry lines creased his forehead and deepened his eyes.

"Yeah. I'm okay if you are?"

"Then we both are." He assured me before pulling me into a loving, secure hug.

There were a few more moments of shock and overwhelm in those first few weeks, but once we moved out of the first trimester, anticipation and wonder took over. We dreamed about our baby all the time. We gushed about all the experiences we wanted to share with them. We discussed what features of us we hoped they would get and which ones we hoped skipped them. We talked about what names we wanted to go by, not realizing how many different variations there were for mom and dad. When we found out we were having a boy, those conversations got even deeper as our baby began to form into a person like he was already Earth side with us. 

Telling our family was the best part. We waited until we knew the gender then I showed up packing a 19 week baby bump. My mom and Mat’s mom had fainted into each other. Liana had tackled Mat to the ground, literally. Then our dreaming because everyone’s dreaming. Baby boy Barzal can’t get here fast enough. 

A rustling of fabric from the next room over has my attention pulled off the picture of Mat and I grinning after eating pieces of our cake. I take a few cautious steps, then relax when I see the source of the noise.

Inside the baby blue nursery is my husband, wrapped awkwardly up in one of the gifts I received from the Isles ladies baby shower last weekend.

"For fucks..." Mat trails off, turning to the side with one end of the wrap in one hand. The other sweeps along the floor as Mat spins in a circle trying to gather it up. I can't help but giggle. It starts off silent, only moving my shoulders, then gets louder as he spins faster as if that will help. Mat stops abruptly, looking wide-eyed at me in the doorway. "Uh..." He looks to the side then grins sheepishly.

"What are you doing?”

"Practicing." 

"Mhm." I murmur, pushing off from the door jam to meet him on the fluffy rug in the shape of the sun.

"The directions are in Spanish." Mat insists when I go to grab the white paper tossed on the changing table. This is why my dad built the furniture for the baby's room. 

"Babe..." I trail off, flipping the booklet over.

"Oh." Mat stares down at the paper in my hands but doesn't take it. His eyes trail up to mine and I can see the turmoil. "I'm scared." He blurts out. “What if I’m not good at this? What if I’m not what he needs?”

“Mat-” He shake his head vigorously, not allowing me to say anything more.

“Baby, you have to say nice things about me. The guys laughed when I told them you were pregnant! Laughed! Their asses off! What if they know something I don’t? That I’m going to be so bad at this people will want to take him away from me… from us!?” His hands rush through his black hair, forcing it to spike out in various directions. 

“Mat, I was there. They were laughing in excitement for us.” I assure him, running my left hand up his arm. I trail the right over his other arm, locking my fingers in place behind his neck. My belly bumps into his abdomen, drawing Mat’s eyes down to it. 

“This is so out of my wheelhouse.” He sighs, resting his forehead against mine. “And I know you’re going to be so good at raising our son. You deserve a partner who knows what the fuck to do.”

“I have one of those.” I drag my face up, letting my lips find his by feel instead of sight. “This kid is so damn lucky to have you as a dad. You’ll be there for him. You’ll love him. You might not be home every night to tuck him into bed, but he will know how to much you want to be. That’s a great dad.” 

“I don’t know how to change a diaper.” He reminds me with a heavy sigh.

“That’s why we are going to class.” I chuckle.

“I sucked in school.” He huffs. “Pretty sure I can’t even read.” He flicks the paper directions for the wrap.

“The team needs to start winning soon. I can’t take this version of you much longer.” I tease, kissing the corners of his mouth as his lips turn into a knowing smile. “You were fine before the team went 1-4 on this road trip.”

“I should be better there too.”

“I love you.” I say, shaking my head in wonder at his constant desire to improve and evolve. He doesn’t see it now, but that is what will make him an amazing father. That isn’t something I can tell Mat; he will need to learn and experience it from his own perspective.

“I love you too.” 

“You’re actually not that far off from this.” I say, tugging at the wrap around him. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” I stick my tongue out in the corner of my lips then work the fabric until it is snug. I walk over to the shelf where a few of our son’s stuffies rest, waiting for him to arrive. I grab the white one with red hearts for paw pads then walk back to Mat. I stick it into the wrap, adjusting the material as I do so the bear is fully supported. “There! See! You’ve got this.” I smile at him. Mat looks down, then runs a hand down the back of the bears fur. He sighs heavily, hopefully releasing some of his worries with it. 

“I need to be good at this. For you. For him.” He quietly admits. 

Being something that matters this much to Mat is special. Soon our son will know what that means too. 

+++

8 lbs, 6oz has never sounded so angry. 

At 12 days old, Bennett Barzal has lungs louder than a missile.  

The increased noise has my tired brain frantically trying everything it can to remember what the hospital and baby books said to do to soothe him. The Isles are on the road and without Mat, I feel lost and out of sync with what to do with our baby. This is the second night out of three that I have had an impossible time getting his down to sleep after 11:00pm. He wakes up for his feeding and everything is going well except for when I try to put him back into his bassinet. All he wants is me and as adorable as that sounds, it’s also extremely overwhelming. 

Mat is on his way home and I’ve been desperately trying to get Bennett back to sleep. I’m afraid for Mat to come home and see me this way. I don’t want him to worry about us. I want to be a successful mother who know how to soothe her kid. But as I try a new hold on him, Bennett shrieks turn louder. 

As much as I don’t want to, I begin to cry. The room surrounding us is a mess of bottles, different types of pacifies, different onesies, and a few diapers that the wings ripped off because I was so desperately trying to change Bennett as he wailed about the coolness of the night. Nothing about this room says that I have any part of parenthood figured out. It screams failure instead.

I finally understand the worries Mat had when I was still pregnant. 

What if I’m finding out I’m not cut out for this? 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I…” A hiccup rocks through my body. “I don’t know what to do.” The stakes feel so high now with a child. Making the wrong decisions doesn’t only effect Mat and I anymore. It effects our child and I can’t stomach the thought of disappointing them.

At that admission, more tears spill off my lashes. I try to do meditative breathing but it comes out as long puffs like a dragon. I’m in a messy haze of panic still when I hear the lock twist on the front door. I turn towards where Mat is walking in, still clutching our son. Mat looks so tired, bleary even, he probably fell asleep on the plane and is still disoriented. He blinks then frowns as he registers the chaotic scene of the living room.

"I'm not good at this." I stutter out, eyes wild from a lack of sleep and worry. Mat instantly begins to shake his head in disagreement.

"Baby, you are perfect." He quietly corrects.

Mat puts his bags by the door and walks into the room. When his arms go around me, holding both of us to his chest, the world gets quiet even as the baby continues to scream against my chest. Every fumbled worry and trembling thought evaporates with his touch. His lips brush my hair for a moment, then stick firmer when they get to the skin of my temple. 

"I'm home now." He assures me. "We can do this together." 

He soothes all the unspoken worries l stuck to my tongue. I peel my face off his chest, looking up at him with full, soaked eyes. His sideways smile has me surrendering. 

"I've tried everything." I quietly reflect. "He wants none of it." 

"Okay." Mat nods, trusting my words. "What can I do?" He asks it in a pondering way as if he is a new ingredient to this mismatched equation. The backs of his knuckles float to our son's clenching back.

We stand there in the living room together, unsure. Mat rubs his back. I try remembering the 5 Ss. Mat’s hand goes to my hips, circling his thumb into my side to comfort me too. Suddenly, Mat's finger halts. 

"I have an idea.”

"Anything." I agree, not even needing to hear the next few words to trust his instinct. 

"Come with me." He threads our fingers together, then leads me down the hallway. "I'll be right back." He says, leaving me by the couch.

I sway back and forth, patting our son's butt until his father reappears. In Mat's hands is the wrap he has been working on mastering. He begins to double wrap it around my waist, then up around my shoulders. Together, we work the pieces around the baby. I adjust the wrap as best I can before we work our son into the fabric one limb at a time. His little body shakes with his heavy wails. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply as I feel my maternal reaction heightening. I start bouncing on my toes, Mat kisses my cheek comfortingly.

"Two more minutes. I know this will work." He promises, brushing my hair over my shoulders so it is out of the baby's face. 

"Okay." I respond weakly. 

Mat turns and drags the big ottoman we have in the room closer to me. As he heads to the corner of the room, he says, "Sit if that's more comfortable. Or stand. Whatever you think you two will like best." His hand wraps around the neck of the Gibson guitar he learned to play on during COVID. He uses his electric guitar more now in his Long Island jam band, but cranky babies require a softer approach.

I cautiously lower myself onto the couch, eyes getting misty as Mat works out the cords to tune them appropriately. In my mind, I'm transported to soft date nights at home where Mat would play for us. The baby would get still and quiet, almost like he was listening. It worked to soothe him on the nights he preferred to be a gymnast instead of sleep at 2:00am. Nights similar to this one. Mat would always end with an excited "I can't wait to play for him when he is here."

Now is Mat's moment. One he has been preparing for years before we knew what the future would hold for us.

Soft musical notes begin to work from the center of the guitar as Mat picks at the strings. It's a song I'm not familiar with- one Mat has never played for us before. 

"You gonna cry when you raise your hands in church. But you'll act tough when those sticks and stones and heartbreaks hurt.”

Against my chest, heavy cries begin to die out almost instantly at the sound of the guitar and Mat’s tentative singing voice. My thumb strokes across our son's red cheek, taking the tears off his skin, but my eyes don't leave my husband. I'm captivated by him and the sureness he radiates.

"Be a shoulder to lean on and honest when you need some with a smile that can light up a room. Just like your mama, no bull and no drama, you'll know who you are and you'll know who you ain't." Mat's mouth stretches into a sweet smile when he says my new name. Our son's tears are dying down and mine are growing. "In the mirror might look just like me. But deep down, boy, I pray you'll be, just like your mama.”

"Babe..." I sigh, reaching for his thigh. I brace my other hand on the back of our son's head so I can lean forward into Mat's shoulder.  He stops singing, but keeps strumming the guitar, kissing my head before he continues with the song.

"You might steal a sip of Crown from your old man's cabinet.”

"He would never." I insist with a quiet yelp. I rub my thumb over Bennett’s thin baby hairs, not able to handle the picture of a teenaged boy who breaks our rules. The world is cruel and unfair, so I'm sure he will look exactly like a teenage Mat Barzal- driving all the girls wild and us crazy. Okay, maybe I can picture it perfectly. Shit. "We need to lock up the liquor right now.”

Mat laughs, stopping the song for a moment. Our son begins to whimper again.

"Don't stop." I lift my head, connecting our eyes. Mat quirks an eyebrow up at me.

"You used to say that for different reasons." He teases gently before continuing with the lyrics. "You'll never meet a stranger and proud of where you came from, steady as a Midwest summer sky.”

I run my hand up his thigh to his stomach, letting my finger nails trace and scratch at his thick abs under his shirt. Mat gives a crooked smile, keeping his eyes on me as I innocently rest my chin on his shoulder. My body protects the baby from bumping into the guitar. I can feel his little sigh against my chest as he settles deeper into my skin. I run my hand vertically up and down his back, relieved to see this working perfectly for the three of us.

"I love you." I coo to Mat as he plucks away towards the bridge. 

"Baby boy I can already see, you're better than my wildest dreams, just like your mama."

Mat finishes the song with a few more cords, then tentatively pauses, fingers still ready if needed. We both wait, seeing if our baby will reawaken with the quiet. He doesn’t. His little body rises and falls steadily now, likely exhausted from crying so hard.

“Mat?” I whisper.

"Hm?" He asks, not taking his eyes off our sleeping baby.

"You're good at this.” I announce. When he turns towards me, I collect his cheek with my hand. My thumb brushes his angular cheek bone. Our eyes meet for a moment, then his close. He turns his nose into my palm, kissing there then working down to my wrist. He pecks over our wedding date inked permanently there.

"Best thing that ever happened to me.”

"He is." I murmur back.

"No. You. Always you, baby. There is no him without you. No me either. At least not the version I wanna be.”

We weren't sure how this was going to go.

We thought we needed more time to prepare.

Guess there are some things in life we just have to figure out as we go.

More hockey fics of mine are here for your enjoyment.

[lebbys-world]

Secrets, Soba, & Smiles

Todoroki x gn!reader; teenagers in love, fluff, reader gets caught off guard a bit

notes: thanks for all the love on my last post :) im glad that so many people enjoyed my writing !! the kitchen scene is very artem from tot coded, which makes sense bc ive been obsessed with that game recently. anyways, hope you enjoy !! <3

You peered down the hall, checking to make sure it was clear, before walking towards the elevator.

The soft hum of the door opening led you to walk inside, pressing the button for the fifth floor.

You looked down at your phone to check the time, quickly noticing you’d received a follow up text from your boyfriend.

Before leaving your dorm, you had sent him a message letting him know you were about to be on your way up. 

You smiled to yourself as the elevator made its way up the floors, shooting him back a quick reply.

More often than not, you found yourselves having these late-night dorm dates as a means to compensate for the lack of public relationship.

Throughout the school day, you two were just seen as close friends, allowing any suspicions to just be laughed off. After all, there was no sense in blatantly lying about your relationship to your friends.

But if you both feigned ignorance, it managed to keep their suspicions at bay. 

With all earnest, you weren't necessarily trying keeping your relationship with the icy-hot boy a secret from your peers.

You never had concern for them finding out - albeit the barrage of questions and attention may be a bit overwhelming.

If anything, the concern you had was for the general public finding out that two rising heroes had feelings for one another.

You feared the worst case scenario: a villain using your adoration for each other as a weapon.

Maybe you were overreacting, but the nightmare situation it was, you wanted to prevent it in any way you could. So, as a safeguard, the both of you had agreed to just keep things to yourself.

This agreement worked well anyways, as you and Todoroki settled into the awkward ins-and-outs of first time teenage love.

So, yes, for now, things were okay being a sort of ‘secret’.

It was a secret for you two to share.

You were his, and he was yours.

The elevator door opened once more as you reached the fifth floor, stepping out into a familiar, yet different, hallway.

You made your way to your boyfriend’s room, before giving a gentle knock on the door.

Soon enough, the doorknob turned, the door creaked open, and heterochronic eyes met your own. 

You laughed to yourself before commenting, “well, I made it here in one piece.”

He gave you a soft smile back, “yeah, you did.”

That was the smile that always managed to killed you.

A smile that you never saw him quite show to anyone but you.

The way his lips turned in adoration, a genuine love and joy meeting his face. His eyes would crease with that smile, and, every time, without fault, you’d melt at that smile.

It was a smile that felt like it was only for you.

Interrupting your star-struck daze, Todoroki tilted his head.

“I meant to tell you before you got here, but I still wanted to grab some snacks from the common room.”

You stood up straight, pulling yourself back together.

“Oh, I could’ve just picked them up on the way.”

“It’s not a problem; I’ll just go now. You can set your stuff down. I'll be back shortly."

He started walking past you to begin his quick mission, when you followed on his heels. 

“I’ll come with you! Two people are better than one!”

He paused, gave a nod of appreciation, and the two of you carried on towards the main floor.

The short trip there was spent debating what snacks would be best for this late night excursion, with you insisting that your favorite food was the only way to go.

By the time you'd made it to the kitchen, Todoroki had been pleading his case for soba - per usual.

“Look,” he said, now pointing to a something sat on the shelf of the pantry. “They still have some left over. We could probably make two servings.”

He met your eyes with diligence, looking like a young child begging for a toy at the store.

As much as your favorite snack was calling your name, you thought to yourself that maybe some cold soba would be nice as well. 

“Fine, but I’m making the sauce.” You sighed, accepting his pleas. I mean, how could you not when he had given you such a cute look?

He smiled, his invisible tail practically wagging as he pulled out a pot and began to fill it with water. 

Nearby, you opened up the fridge and pulled out a few ingredients to start making into a light sauce.

You swiftly put on an apron, and started mixing things together before feeling complete with your makeshift recipe.

You took a spoon and dipped it in, giving it a taste. Having it meet your own liking, you called your boyfriend over, making sure it would suit his taste as well.

Continuing to stir, you thought to yourself how something about this unplanned cooking trip had just felt so right

It was almost as if you two were a married couple, working on making dinner together after a long day of work.

The idea made you blush.

Deep inside, these calm nights were the kind you hoped the future would bring many more of.

You were about to turn around and call to him again when you were suddenly met with two arms wrapped around your waist.

You let out a small gasp of surprise as Todoroki took the spoon from your hand, following through on your request and trying the dipping sauce you had made.

He hummed a tone of satisfaction and let his head rest atop your shoulder. 

“It’s really good, Y/N. Thank you, for your help.”

At that moment, you thanked God that your boyfriend couldn't see your overwhelmingly red face.

You doubt you would’ve even been flustered if Todoroki wouldn’t have pulled that hugging-you-from-behind cliché.

I mean, heck, he probably didn't even realize he was doing something that even could catch you so off guard.

Your boyfriend probably just thought he was hugging you, sharing his adoration for your cooking and determination.

And here you were, heart going overdrive all over his simple motions.

Having felt your heart rate spike, he let go after a moment, returning back to the care of draining the pot of soba. 

You took a moment and collected yourself a bit, finally giving a delayed reply:

“Yeah, anytime, Sho. It’s what I’m here for.”

He looked at you again, turning his gaze away from the sink, and gave you that melting smile of his.

That smile that makes you feel like everything in the world is okay, even if just in this moment.

Somehow that smile managed to calm your panicked heart, reminding you to take this all one step at a time.

You returned his smile with your own. A smile of your own that you hoped he admired just as much as you did his.

“…”

“...SHOTO, THE SOBA-”

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Try, Try, Try 2

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

Character: husband!Andy Barber, friend!Thor

masterlist - to be added

Summary: your husband puts high expectations on you but you don’t think you’ll ever be enough for him.

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 ❤️

You’re not entirely enthused for the cooking class. The taint of Andy’s intentions follows you down to the community centre, that echoing reminder that you’re inadequate. There is a part of you that cherishes the distraction, the moment outside the house when you’re not mopping or tittering around to make sure everything is perfect. Even so, it’s only to make sure that you don’t give your husband another reason to rant. 

As you enter, you’re greeted by the rather bouncy instructor. She introduces herself a Barb. She’s plump and her pixie cut is died a shade of purplish red. You give her your name and she checks you off the list. 

You look around as she sends you off to find a work station. You’re drawn to a familiar face. You smile and cross the room. 

“Hey, Porsha,” you approach your neighbour. “I thought you’d be home with the twins.” 

She turns to preen at you. Her perfectly highlighted hair ripples in soft waves and you wouldn’t guess that she’s three months postpartum. She greets you with a tilt of her head. 

“Oh, hi, how are you?” 

“Um, okay. How are you feeling? How are the boys?” You ask. 

“A lot. Timothy’s still on his business trip so the nanny’s with the tots. I needed a break,” she explains with a sigh. You see her live-in nanny often; dark-haired woman often dragging out the garbage or schlupping round the stroller. “Mandy’s on her way. We signed up together.” She looks behind her at the counter, “I’m saving her a spot.” 

You glance over and realise each station is made only for two. You take the hint with grace. Her and Mandy were always close. In fact, all the women in the neighbourhood knew each other better than you knew any of them. You’re still the new one and your family is still incomplete. 

“Right, well, I hope you enjoy the class,” you smile. 

“Oh yes, I pumped before I came so I can enjoy some wine. You get a glass to cook with,” she chimes. 

“Ah, that’s... cool. Well, I’ll go find a place,” you point over your shoulder with your thumb. 

You turn and a squeal erupts across the room. Mandy taps furiously over to Porscha, passing you without notice, and the two bounce and hug. You could use some of that wine but you’re not drinking. You promised Andy. 

You find a station in the corner, far from your neighbours. You feel left out even if they don’t mean to exclude you. It’s hard not to when every time you see them, you’re just sort of there and more interested in each other. 

Barb’s full voice fills the room as she welcomes the newcomers. You focus on the counter top, taking in the sink, the cooktop, and the various pieces set out for your work. You’re not so sure about this anymore. You’ll go home and try it on your own then prove to Andy that you will always be mediocre. 

“Pardon,” a thunderous timbre pulls you from your self-pity. You raise your chin as you bat your lashes at the rather large man at the corner of the counter. He smiles. He’s familiar but you don’t think he’s from the neighbourhood, “do you mind if I share? Barb says we should have a partner and my brother declined my invite.” 

“Oh, um,” you look around. The other stations are full. You shrug, “sure, that’s okay.” 

“Wonderful,” he booms in his boisterous voice. You narrow your eyes at him and tilt your head as you try to pluck out where you know him from. 

He’s tall and broad, blonde hair past his shoulders, the front strands pulled back into a runic clip, and he wears a button-up that threatens to split as the buttons strain over his chest. He turns to stand parallel to you and grabs the tongs, clacking them contently. 

You sense the attention of another. You lean to see around the man as Porscha and Mandy whisper behind their hands and stare. You frown and teeter on your toes. 

“Forgive me,” he snaps the tongs again. “I’ve not introduced myself. Thor.” 

“Thor...” you repeat then give your name as his snags in your head. “Thor... you’re not...” you squint at him. 

“Hm, I hoped I’d not draw suspicion,” he tries to make himself smaller in a rather comical way for someone so big. “It is I, yes.” 

“What...” 

“I found this place on a map. I thought perhaps somewhere smaller might afford me some discretion,” he turns his head as he continues to toy with the tongs and he glances around at those peeking at him. “Your planet is rather small and reputations do spread far and wide.” 

“Right, uh, well, yeah, it must be awkward.” 

“Mm, it is not something I’m unused to. I am known across the nine realms and beyond.” He turns back. “But, since I have chosen to reside here for a time, I thought I might learn the customs. The food. I’ve been eating a lot of pizza and well...” he looks down and pats his stomach, the fabric just as taut there. “It’s accumulated.” 

You can’t help but laugh, “mm, pizza. I haven’t had any in ages.” 

“No? In New York, it is everywhere. I find myself inundated.” He declares. “I understand we are to cook... alfr-ee-doo.” 

“Alfredo,” you correct him. “Looks like we’ll be making our own pasta too,” you point at the press. 

“Pasta. Mmm, yes, I do enjoy the dish.” He nods as he scratches his beard with the tongs. He can’t seem to stop his fidgeting. “And what brings the lady to the cookery?” 

“Oh, uh, my husband signed me up,” you say, tucking your hands behind you.  

“He did? And he did not accompany you?” He inquires. “How unfortunate. Were she still speaking to me, I’d have asked my... former acquaintance Jane, but she is far too busy and wise for me. I must admit I was hesitant to attend alone.” 

You nod, “I’m sorry. That’s too bad.” 

“Not very bad. I’ve met you. A lovely young lady,” he proclaims and gestures to you with the tongs. “I can already see you will be a partner preferable to my brother. He is not very skilled at collaboration. I would need to mind the knives.” 

You chuckle again. It feels good to laugh. You only realise then, how long it’s been since you’ve done so genuinely. 

[booliuu]

★ Bloody painter headcanons!! ★

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : I did a pole couple of days ago and it looks like helen ( bloody painter ) has the most votes! dw though ^^ i’ll make sure to do hc’s for the other characters..it will take quite a bit of time for me to get all the characters done but ill try to post as frequent as i can. aside from that, i don’t have much to say except TvT anyways enjoy reading my favorite pookie.

➣ btw most of hc’s are based on his recent dating sim that recently came out ( you should totally check it out! it’s so so good..!!) and his updated wiki page! also added my personal takes on him as well … so yea if your wondering lol.

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🩸. . . He’s known as the bloody painter in his crime documents but real his name is Helen Otis.

🩸. . . doesn’t like be called his first name he prefers Otis or bp.

🩸. . . he’s called bloody painter because when the police caught him and were searching his home for his crimes, they found many painting that contains his victims blood . ppl who’ve been missing hanged on the walls particularly blooding out, numerous human limbs scattered around his house that resembles sculptures in a way. <— (this all took place in 2003^^ after he left the psychiatric hospital ).

🩸. . . His birthday: October 1st , 1980 ( canonly he’s around his 40’s by now.. but i believe in the dating sim game he’s 26 ( i could be wrong ToT ) .

🩸. . . he goes by any pronouns. will straight up tell you he doesn’t care about which pronouns you addressed by. sticks with anything because he likes freedom and flexibility.

🩸. . . He’s a libra ♎️ .

🩸. . . korean and a quarter chinese. his parents are korean. both sides have chinese roots. ^^

🩸. . . Height: 178 cm ( 5 ‘ 10 i think) .

🩸. . . favorite color: blue💙.

🩸. . . his main catch phrase is : “ No need to excite yourself over tomorrow anymore… “

🩸. . . i’d say his build is lean but has hints of muscles on him. he’s VERY PALE since he stays indoors most of the time , unbrushed short black hair ( has a little curls ) , long thin hands from painting all day & to add to that his arms has some visible vains . lastly his gorgeous bright blue eyes that could honestly hypnotize anybody if your asking me .

🩸. . . it’s canon that he’s agender! which means he doesn’t identify himself with a specific gender.

🩸. . . this is just my personal hc of mine …. i think he’s pansexual, he really doesn’t gaf who he dates.

🩸. . . has sexual feelings but mostly reserved it , because it scares him to be close to anybody emotionally speaking… it’s hard for him to even think about a relationship with someone.

🩸. . . personality wise though, he’s awkward , shy , closed off ( not cute shy but he growing up he didn’t have the nicest people surrounding him so he has many walls builded up over the years. not to mention he lacks social skills and he’s not very good with his words… ) .

🩸. . . to add on to that he’s an introvert. polite mannerisms ; speaks when he wants to prefers to listen anyway. ( when he does speak he’s very soft spoken and his grammer is always on point!) he’s has calm and quiet exterior … but might i mention he has a REALLY bad rbf 😭.

🩸. . . his flaws are being that he’s very petty and selfish. has a very BIG ego and thinks he’s above people a lot of the time. however secretly lives for ppl’s praising his art work…

🩸. . . he’s very intelligent. knows endless knowledge about almost anything not just art.

🩸. . . be careful though! just because he keeps a calm composure doesn’t mean has a violent mind.

🩸. . . known to be the quiet artist in the mansion. but sometimes ppl will pick up a fight with him. he may look weak but he has some strength in him and knows how to use it. lets just say they take a quick visit to ej’s office from how brutal the fight was …

🩸. . . i think he’s also the type of person where he’s unintentionally funny. he could say something in a serious tone, and other creep’s will laugh or chuckle on how he phrases his sentences . he’s very confused af by it.

🩸. . . doesn’t care for the other ppl living in the mansion but very few creeps manage to become his friend or acquaintance. i’d say he don’t mind creeps such as ej , liu, toby , dina ( hc they never dated but rlly close friends! ) , nina , and puppeteer.

🩸. . . typically wears his usual blue suit jacket attached it’s has his signature smiley face pin , black shirt, black trousers and black dress shoes. from time to time wears black turtle neck ^^. he will which to more casual clothing but that happens once in a blue moon …

🩸. . . smells like cheap cologne. hiding the fact he’s dealing with dead b*odies all day.

🩸. . . he’s a clean freak. perhaps to get rid of evidence ... or just a habit from his childhood.

🩸. . . walks very slowly and silently. calculating each of his footsteps. almost like a cat you could say! like ppl dont know when he’s approaching and has spooked numerous residents in the mansion lmaoooo

🩸. . . Has a sweet tooth! absolutely loves chocolate or anything chocolate flavored. makes BOMB hot chocolate! ( Spoiliers of the dating sim if you haven’t played it yet! ) fun fact 🤯!! in the dating sim while he’s talking you, he’s sitting on the couch and there’s a beverage on the table near him , you thinks coffee but it’s actually hot cocoa ☕️🍫 .. c:

🩸. . . if he’s drinking coffee though , hates the bitter taste of it so he’s the type of person that will add TONS of sugar , syrup , milk/or creamer to hide the flavor. probably prefers lattes just bc it’s just milk.

🩸. . . didn’t have the greatest childhood. his parents were expecting a girl but it’s turns out to be a boy. kept his feminine name and dress him as one as well. during his school years they had to dress him more masculine because they didn’t want him to get bullied.

🩸. . . he has a great passion for arts at a young age but his parents were really against him from doing that so quite frankly forced him to participate in masculine activities for there own benefit. :(

➯ approaching heavier topics … mostly talking about his past . ( tw‼️ bullying, sh, and m*rder . )

🩸. . . heavily bullied because of his feminine name, he got really depressed. he didn’t have an outlet from his torment so he would (TW!) self harm. will come home pretty beaten up from his bullies, and his parents grown concerned yet he didn’t speak up about the harassment.

🩸. . . the bullying gotten pretty bad when he entered high school.

🩸. . . made just one friend from all the years of school . it was Tom. they were inseparable. pretty much talk every single day.

🩸. . . one day, tom put a girls watch in his bag. left and people suspected helen did it. of course helen was confused by this action because he doesn’t remember do that at all. nevertheless he gotten pretty beaten up from something he didn’t cause.

🩸. . . tom couldn’t stay silent forever obviously . so when helen approached him that day he gave in and admitted everything. this riled up helen pretty badly. it resulted into a argument. got really physical to the point tom fell from the school roof.

🩸. . . police didn’t to much about it since there wasn’t to much evidence to prove anything.

🩸. . . the bullying continued, hates to admit it but under all the hatred he felt at that time .. he’s secretly sadden over his best friend death. tom was the only person that understood him. now.. he’s alone again.

🩸. . . before a halloween party , he snapped tired from his classmates mistreating him. and a massive massacre took place at his school’s dormitory . arrested the morning after at his home .

🩸. . . the judge blamed it on “ poor mental heath” and send him to a psychiatric hospital.

🩸. . . stayed at a mental hospital for treatment for a long while. until he was released and had to find jobs to earn a living.

🩸. . . through out the time he was back in society , heavily resents his mother so much. as well as his father too, he pretty much not even there during his youth . basically absent . now that he’s an adult he detests being controlled and manipulated . probably has a huge inferiority complex too.

🩸. . . he learned his parents cut contact with him. and for the first time he felt… happy and free. being away from his parents mental shackles felt like breath of fresh air…

🩸. . . after his release he did k*lled and k*dnapped more people after that he left no traces and his whereabouts are a mystery. you could have guessed that slender took him in a matter of time…

🩸. . . has faded scars.. from his childhood.

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🩸. . . while he’s painting he listens to mostly classical music. but i think he’s pretty open to any kind of genre. he gives me nirvana , mitski , and radiohead type of vibe idk.

🩸. . . i feel like he owns a record player. likes having music in background while he’s painting. owns so manyyyy vinyls that are neatly stored in shelves.

🩸. . . Loves cats! pets them whenever he sees them.

🩸. . . in his youth he had a hand full of artist he looked up too.

🩸. . . mostly paints that consist of themes being harsh and disarranged. knows how to make it beautiful and eye catching though. from time to time he’ll create renaissance paintings. or portraits of various creeps in the mansion.

- “ there isn’t a perfect shade of red… except bl*od..” - helen otis

( not sure if i remember that from a previous fanart i saw or if he actually said that lol. )

🩸. . . his art inspiration perhaps came from underground artist that barely has attention. he really admires there work so much. tries to mimic there brush strokes or there style there going for. adores renaissance paintings as well.

🩸. . . god forbid he visits a art museum, if something catches his eye could get lost in his own thoughts for a long period of time. will stand there with arms behind his back and tilting his head up to admiring a painting from a artist long ago.

- until someone walks up to him and gently pokes his shoulder saying there about to close soon. -

🩸. . . or perhaps he’s been through so much trauma through out his life, it’s a coping mechanisms. turns c*rspes into sculptures , using there bl*od as paint . basically trying to show everyone what he’s been through without saying much.

🩸. . . doesn’t really like popular modern artist that much. keeps a lot of his opinions to himself, cause he knows his reasonings are quite harsh.

🩸. . . it’s not just paintings that he’s passionate about. but also hobbies such as sculpturing , reading and photography he takes part in.

🩸. . . keeps all his art works in his bedroom/art studio.

🩸. . . he’s really good at cooking! saves a lot of money to make gourmet dishes . will make something for you if he likes you, he a picky eater too.

🩸. . . that or … he forgets to eat because how hyper focused he is.

🩸. . . i have a feeling he’s really good with money and by that i mean he doesn’t spend willy nilly mostly saves them for important stuff. such as art supplies-

🩸. . . as much as he wants to hang out at the mansion. he hangs out sometimes at local parks, art stores or museums . this is after the police stop focusing on his case …

🩸. . . loves horror movies to the max . secretly every time he watches a film he takes note how the antagonist k*lls victims … perhaps will use them next time he stalks somebody.🤔

🩸. . . hangs out in his room/art studio majority of the time. he doesn’t care what’s happening in the mansion . there could be a massive fight somewhere and he wouldn’t budge from his stool . his main focus is his canvas duh. won’t think nothing of the commotion happening , will just continue working on art piece he yet to finish.

🩸. . . when he doesn’t ask people to look at his work or ask what there opinions are , hates with when people bother him. likes to left alone in his own space unless asked .

🩸. . . if they don’t go away he will push them away a few times , mumble under his breath he wants them away. his last straw is literally give them a death blank glare. his patience runs thin as you can tell …

🩸. . . his room i suppose is a organized mess :,D.

🩸. . . art supplies messy piled in corner. while the other spaces are occupied with already finished art work , wip’s, empty canvas, untouched sketchbooks, empty paint bottles scattered , expensive unopened art materials… ect .. ect.

🩸. . . hates harsh lighting from his large bedroom window so he covers it up with large beige blank tapestry. so candles and lamps will do.

🩸. . . loves candles scents such as floral ( rose , jasmine , stuff like that..) , chocolate, vanilla, citrus.

🩸. . . he loves tiramisu. this guy can finish it in one sitting .

𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜: @/ thecutestgrotto .

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : to be honest i’m so glad he got the most votes from the pole because 1# he’s like one my favorite pasta’s and i’m so glad he getting more attention now!! he’s such a underrated pasta😔. 2# i’ve been obsessed with silly guy since high school or even.. middle school idkkk☠️ it’s hard to keep track.

this man has been rattling in my head rent free ever since i got my hands on the dating sim game. played it until i got all of the endings😭. i want his merch so BAD but gurl is so broke . there’s even a petition for a bp doll…. guys plsss sign it i need the doll so bad bsfrrr .

btw next hc’s will be homicidal liu!

oh and also how could i forget —

yeah.

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[inubaki]

Taking What’s His

-Chapter 2

-warning for Adams x Lucifer smut-

-commissioned art by @sir-tater-of-the-tot and story by @libby-for-life! A gift for myself. -the bonus comic picture that tater made inspired by this. It’s so good, I still have to add it. Please check them out!!

Not gonna lie. I’m spoiling myself a bit.

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"W-what...what do you mean no?" Lucifer stuttered out, not quite believing what he was hearing. Adam looked down at him with an unreadable expression before shrugging, as if indifferent.

"I said what I said. We're done. It was fun while it lasted but you had to know that this was never permanent, right?" Lucifer could only stare at Adam with wide eyes, refusing to let the tears fall. "I mean, you're just a side piece."

Side piece...that's what Lucifer was reduced to? But...wasn't he being good? Doing everything Adam wanted? Why he was throwing him away?! He could fix it!

"I can fix it, Adam! Please!" Lucifer begged, falling to his knees. "Just tell me what I did—"

"You can't fix it, dumbass." Adam said with a roll of his eyes. "Look, my new wife will be back soon and I don't want her to see...this." He gestured towards Lucifer's whole body with a grimace making him flinch. "Just go." And Adam walked away, leaving Lucifer to cry by himself.

This couldn't be happening! Lucifer...was being replaced?! By a new wife?! A deep throated growl left Lucifer's throat, his once blue eyes bleeding into red permanently. His claws got larger as he clawed the ground in anger and his sharp teeth grinded together as they got larger and sharper.

His horns ripped out of his skin, blood pouring down as they grew into full height. His wings were the only thing left of his angelic appearance, though even that was mixed with red feathers amongst the blue. Lucifer didn't care though. He was far too angry. At Adam for leaving but most at this new...human who has come into the picture.

Who did she think she was?

He turned towards the direction of voices. Times to see what the fuss was all about. 

Lucifer spied on them for days, his anger and bitterness growing by the day. It was his new wife, Eve, that was in the way...Lucifer glared at her coldly. What if she was getting what Lucifer had? What if she was getting that pleasure that should have only been reserved for him? His teeth grinded together in his anger once more. He hadn't seen his reflection in a while so he hadn't noticed that his teeth were now dangerously sharp.

She needed to leave. Now. Tricking her was easy. He simply gave her the fruit and told her that she would know so many things with it. The same deal he had once been so eager to dazzle Adam with, he now used to entrap. Unlike Adam, Eve greedily ate the whole thing and Lucifer watched as she slowly realized what she had done.

Lucifer slipped away, knowing that Adam would no longer be with her and that the Archangel could swoop in and take her place.

He should have thought it out better. Should have come up with a different plan because then Heaven got involved making everything so much harder.

The Elders had said, "For your disobedience and your reckless behavior, you will be banished to the darkness you created." Lucifer's eyes widened. That meant...he would never see Adam again. He would never again get that feeling he craved with the First Man. He couldn't let that happen.

XxX

Adam stood amongst the host of angels, the radiant light of their wings creating a halo effect around him, yet he felt an unsettling tension within. He had hoped that the scene unfolding before him would evoke a sense of inspiration or, at the very least, a familiar indifference. However, everything felt different this time.

Before him stood Lucifer, once the embodiment of purity and celestial brilliance, now marred and twisted beyond recognition. In Adam's memory, he could easily bring to mind the angel who had once soared through the heavens, filled with joy and light. But now, Lucifer was neither the angel he once was nor the devil Adam had come to associate him with. Instead, he lingered in a shadowy limbo, exuding an aura of bitterness and resentment. The familiar spark of mischief in his eyes had been replaced with a cold, piercing glare, one that seemed to hold a weighty accusation. 

Lucifer didn't cry or plead as he once had, desperate for understanding or forgiveness. Instead, he stood there, a bitter smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, gazing at Adam with a look that was almost akin to betrayal. The air between them felt thick and charged, as if the very atmosphere knew the history they shared—both beautiful and tragic.

Eve, standing beside Adam, was a stark contrast to the chaos swirling around them. She cast wary glances at Lucifer, her expression a mixture of concern and confusion. It was almost unsettling to witness her normally composed demeanor disrupted; Lilith, too, was visibly shaken, her usually confident posture faltering. The sight of Lucifer seemed to rattle her, sending ripples of discomfort through her strong exterior.

In that moment, Adam should have felt safe, surrounded by his kin and sheltered by their divine presence. Yet, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him, an awareness that the fragile peace they had once known was slipping through their fingers. The bond that had once unified them now felt brittle, threatened by the weight of betrayal and the remnants of a friendship that had transformed into something dark and complicated.

The atmosphere was thick with tension as the celestial beings observed the unfolding drama, their ethereal forms shimmering with anticipation. Lucifer, the Morning Star, was surrounded by an aura of chaos, his presence a stark contrast to the serene beauty of Eden. His gaze fell upon Adam, who was now acutely aware of the weight of temptation and sin lingering in the air, a testament to the treacherous legacy left by his fallen counterpart. Unlike the fateful narrative of old, Adam had never succumbed to the allure of the forbidden apple this time; Eve had not whispered sweet seductions into his ear, and the fragile balance of their existence remained unshattered—at least for the moment.

Yet, as Adam stood there, drenched in sweat and anxiety, an undeniable foreboding crept upon him. Every instinct screamed that upheaval was imminent. He clung to the hope that the tempestuous storm brewing around him would soon pass, that Lucifer’s wrath would not destroy the fragile peace they still held. He envisioned a future where Lucifer and Lilith would tumble from grace, where Eve would be cast out into the unknown, and Eden would return to its idyllic state, untouched and pure.

Unbeknownst to Adam, the winds of fate were shifting. When Lucifer learned of Adam's unexpected freedom from corruption—a purity that eluded even the mightiest of temptations—his reaction was perplexing. The scowl on his face, once a mask of all-consuming rage, began to fracture. Beneath the anger lay a glimmer of something deeper: a poignant sadness mingled with self-realization, all made raw by a primal instinct that clawed at his very being. 

Just then, the ground beneath them shuddered ominously, morphing into a quicksand of molten despair that threatened to engulf them all. In a heart-stopping instant, Lucifer lunged forward, seizing Lilith with fierce desperation before launching himself at Adam. He pushed Lilith away, sending her tumbling toward Eve, as he gripped Adam with a relentless death grip. The spears of judgment that flew toward him held no terror; he cared not for their piercing intent in this moment of primal urgency.

As the blazing earth caved in beneath their feet, it was as if all of Hell had opened up to swallow them whole, drawing them down into a maelstrom of chaos and sorrow. The air was filled with the cacophony of their struggles, the fierce clashing of intentions, and the chilling echoes of lost hope. The last thing that reverberated in the minds of those left above was the haunting sound of Lucifer’s laughter—sobbing and maniacal, it echoed through the chaos, a haunting reminder of despair, resilience, and the thin line between salvation and ruin.

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