#im getting there lads i promise

[jdsmineralwater]

It was hard to feel alive in the hospital. Even when Jason was there, even with Marvin. The blinding lights called to him the way he imagined the headlights called to his mother when she too died too young.

[cvntroach5000]

wow, so the new banner trailer, huh?

*cracks knuckles*

well. things just a lot more up my alley

[dawnsbreaking]

Transcription: Zayne's ST "Beginning"

i transcribed Zayne's ST story for meta purposes and thought I would put the transcription here for others to have it if they haven't unlocked it yet/to have it more accessible than it is in game

everything with "Foreseer:" is Zayne speaking directly, anything not attributed is the poem. i did it this way to make it easier to read the poem on its own, since that's what i hope to analyze in the future <3

Foreseer: Shift your gaze elsewhere. Foreseer: Your expression shall not even earn an ounce of my pity. Foreseer: Though it seems a night in the throne room was not enough. Foreseer: Perhaps you desire to be frozen with the wall as your paltry confessional? [Ice SFX] Foreseer: Better to yield now than later. [Page turning SFX] Foreseer: Could you still be interested in what I’m currently reading? Foreseer: …Certainly, ’tis a poem related to Astra. Its descriptions suit you. Foreseer: Would you like to hear it? - A great distance beyond, …. north of ice and snow, Atop the Divine Mountain, When Light pierces through howling blizzards, The divine sing of Destiny’s crest My Emissary devout, Will thou be lost in these celestial halls? Will thou have the courage to wait for Mine words? To unveil thy fate predetermined. - Foreseer: You appear to be fascinated. Foreseer: [Laugh?] Hmph, then don’t speak. - With the frozen kingdom awakened, Greedy ants fall into eternal slumber. The divine rest upon their thrones, Yet hidden daggers lie beneath their robes. Brazen trespasser, Arcticyons sing of thy requiem. Dost thou know where thy stands, Upon white, gleaming bones? - Foreseer: I don’t mind repeating this verse. Consider it a prophesy of your future. Foreseer: Are you frightened? Foreseer: If this is all your courage is capable of, you best forget about the Creatio Protocore. [Page turning SFX] - Traces of destiny like shimmering starlight, Bind people who have never met… - Foreseer: I’ll stop here. The last verse is rather strange. Foreseer: Do you truly wish to strike a deal? Foreseer: You ask far too many questions. [Ice SFX] Foreseer: Must your wild curiosity be satiated? - Celestial Savior, Is thou prepared? To save him from darkness? To be his sanctuary amidst rime and gale, To allow the descent… of miracles once again? - [END] here is the poem in its entirety without interjections just to make it easier to read:

A great distance beyond, …. north of ice and snow, Atop the Divine Mountain, When Light pierces through howling blizzards, The divine sing of Destiny’s crest My Emissary devout, Will thou be lost in these celestial halls? Will thou have the courage to wait for Mine words? To unveil thy fate predetermined. With the frozen kingdom awakened, Greedy ants fall into eternal slumber. The divine rest upon their thrones, Yet hidden daggers lie beneath their robes. Brazen trespasser, Arcticyons sing of thy requiem. Dost thou know where thy stands, Upon white, gleaming bones? Traces of destiny like shimmering starlight, Bind people who have never met… Celestial Savior, Is thou prepared? To save him from darkness? To be his sanctuary amidst rime and gale, To allow the descent… of miracles once again?

[zedif-y]

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[the-cooler-king]

Me: have fun playing wow babe, I dont wanna bother you while you're having fun (genuine)

Him: go get some schoolwork done!

Me: OUGH....... fuck.... you gave me a direct order

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

i need to sleep bc it's nearly dawn already but but but... lnds cards drop in like 3 hrs... HELP

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛

LADS Men and a cramp simulator. This is how I imagine they would handle it.

A/N: I’ve gotten many requests for a cramp simulator so this is for those who wanna torture their man hehe

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

[Before]

Of course he is berating you with questions. Where did you get this? why do you want him to do this? Will this have long lasting effects?

Believes you when you say your cramps are bad so he’s having a hard time understanding why you want to cause him immense pain

Agrees anyway because he will always do whatever you want him to do

[During]

This would be one of the rare moments you see Zayne break his calm cool and collected composure

“Are you sure you’re not having a heart attack every month?” He’s leaning on any surface he can find long after you’ve taken the simulator off of him

I imagine he has a high pain tolerance, but this was too much “You can turn it off now” you turn it up. “My love please turn it off” red in the face sweating and hands are shaking

[After]

You gave him your heating pad to help with the lingering pain “I was unaware of what you were dealing with every month”

Prepare to be pampered every time you get your period now; he's stocking up all your feminine products, tea, heating pads, painkillers, and your favorite foods and snacks

Monitors your heart closely during the week because he's worried you might have a heart attack

Brings up the option of medical grade painkillers, but immediately changes his mind because he doesn’t want you getting addicted

“Next time you start you period just take the week off” insists you stay home and let him take care of you, bringing you tea and rubbing your stomach

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

[Before]

Overconfident to start — he can sense when you’re not feeling well, but can’t sense your cramp pain he just knows you’re not okay

Believes you when you say your cramps are bad, but "there’s no way they’re that bad" he has a high pain tolerance so “this will be a piece of cake turn it up”

[During]

Trying to hide the grimace on his face when he feels the first ‘cramp’ “Keep going?” “Yea this is nothing” he’s already sweating

Screaming, whining, crying and damn near throwing up “I’m dying there’s no way im not dying I see the light” “You’re not dying” “YES I AM”

“This is what you go through? No wonder you’re so mean” “I was being nice this is what I actually feel” you turn it up and he throws himself on the floor “I’M SORRY I’M SORRY TURN IT OFF PLEASE” gasping for air as he rolls around

[After]

Leaves you little snacks and gifts outside the door whenever you get your period now

Has never asked “Is it really that bad?” again because he knows the answer now; gets pains just thinking about it

Had to go lay down and take a nap after you took the simulator off of him.

Stocks up on heating pads and rubs your stomach and back religiously now

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

[Before]

Isn’t nervous, but also isn't excited “I’m ready”

Is only doing this because you promised him hotpot afterwards

“You’re no stranger to pain” “Im not a masochist” “Debatable”

[During]

The pain was so bad that it pissed him off “This is complete bullshit” “I’m not interested in continuing this turn it off please”

When you turn it up so show him what you actually experience he’s kneeling at your feet begging you to turn it off “My Star please I understand please end this”

Accidentally grips whatever is near him so hard he breaks it

sweating, red in the face with tears in his eyes

[After]

Nurse Xavier now

Whenever you get your period he’s making you lay down and take it easy all week.

Is helping you in and out of bed

Leaves either a tampon or fresh underwear with a pad already lined in it on the counter for you when you get out of the shower

Loves these weeks now because he can nap with you as much as he wants

Carries you everywhere “Xav I promise I can walk” “With cramps as horrendous as those? You really are superwoman”

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

[Before]

Nonchalant as always has almost a bored expression

“I still feel pain Princess, but I'll indulge you”

You tell him to sit down, but he opts to stand

"You shot and stabbed me before I can handle this" "I scratched you" "You stabbed me clear through the chest" "What?" "What."

[During]

Panting and red in the face does his best to try and handle the pain

Breathing heavily and doubled over leaning against the nearest surface he can find

“Okay okay thats enough” brought him to knees once again “I thought you could handle pain?” “That does not mean I enjoy it”

Has to sit down for a while completely still like a statue after that

[After]

Already pampered you during your periods, but he’s upped it now

Literally tracks your cycle and makes sure he’s always nearby incase it comes early

Wants you to stay with him the entire time “I need to go to work Sylus” “No you don’t you need to rest”

Makes a nesting bed for you and is at your beckoned call

[tbaluver]

hiyaa! can i request scenarios with the lads boys where MC flashes them in the middle of an argument >< also love your writing so much!! it's actually giving me inspiration to go back to writing myself adjhsfhlds

Flashing Them During An Argument- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader, caleb x fem! reader tags: slightly suggestive, not so serious argument, silly a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ omg thank you so much you're so sweet my angel (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ and you def should whenever you can! i hope i get to read whatever you create or hear your ideas ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) also i swear someone req this too and i dont know if im imagining it or i just cant find it(╥﹏╥) anyways i hope this was alright and that you enjoy reading!! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ ty to my beta reader MWAH @ilovemitsuya any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY

You two had been going back and forth for what felt like hours, trying to decide on what to eat for dinner. Every suggestion he gave was close enough to what you were craving but either it was too far or you just didn’t like the area it was in

The stores were closing soon and you both still couldn’t agree and the frustration was creeping in. Before he gives another suggestion and tries to persuade you, you cut him off by lifting up your shirt with nothing underneath. He didn’t even hesitate, his eyes immediately dropping and feasting on the soft mounds that sit oh so perfectly. He doesn’t even remember what restaurants he suggested, he just knew how enticing they looked.

“So..let’s go to my restaurant?”

“huh..?” He blinked a few times, his gaze still locked on the now covered skin but he can still catch a glimpse of your nipples peeking through your shirt. “oh yeah..sure..” He trails off, his mind completely consumed by how soft they looked.

“okay! let’s get- Xavier!” Before you could even get up, he gently pins you back down, his needy hands snaking up into your shirt.

Zayne:

It started when you gently told him he should get ready to go to bed, it was already getting late. You loved your boyfriend deeply and you admired his passion and dedication to his work but it was clear that he was pushing himself too hard again. He promised he’d finish this last report and he’ll join you later but that was exactly what he said after the last five reports.

You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the deep bags beneath them. All the signs of his late night shifts, back to back operations, and countless hours of overtime in the past few days showed. His eyes fluttered shut just for a second, begging to stay closed, only for them to open again as he tried to push through.

You approached him again, urging him to go to bed. You told him he was being stubborn and how those reports could wait but of course, he countered back saying that you didn’t need to stay up and wait for him and that you should be getting some rest too.

The two of you went back and forth for a few minutes. But before he delivers another witty comeback, you lifted up your shirt, immediately silencing him. His eyes travel from your face down to your soft breast, losing his original train of thought and thought about how they sit so perfectly to him. They don’t linger for too long as he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

Zayne tries to regain his thoughts and you fail to notice the small, amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he shakes his head. “Just..” He sighs, “...Please, you don’t need to wait for me,” He said softly, standing up from his chair as he approached you. “I suppose I’m overdue for a long needed rest then right?” He whispers, his hands sneaking up inside your shirt.

Rafayel:

You were late, again. The mission took longer than expected and you already knew that Rafayel would be upset when you got home and sure enough, you were right. He didn’t bother to greet you the moment you stepped inside the house. His back was turned to you, ‘focused’ on his sketching. All the responses you got a dismissive “hmph” and a side pout that you’re clearly familiar with.

You gave him a moment to cool off as you slipped into something more comfortable, peeling off your hunter’s uniform before approaching him again. This time, you made an effort to apologize in front of him but he pretended you weren’t even there. “Huh..Do I have some bubbles in my ear? I swear I heard something..” He mumbles, pretending there was absolutely no one in front of him.

This escalates into you two having a back and forth, explaining how your phone died so you couldn’t text him and his responses were rather sarcastic, saying how fishes would’ve started walking on land before you’d ever show up on time. Both of you were exhausted, frustration bubbled inside of you as you paced around, groaning. In a last attempt to get his attention, you stepped back in front of him, lifting your shirt up without a word to flash your breasts in front of him.

His eyes widened, his breath hitching as his gaze slowly trails down. “You-” He shakes his head, fighting back his mind that’s screaming FLASH ME AGAIN. He’s trying to stay strong but unfortunately this sea god is not the strongest soldier when it comes to you. “Oh yeah? Well two can play that game cutie!” He huffs, tugging at the waistband of his pants.

Sylus:

He wouldn’t tell you a thing about his new mission and it was bothering you. How far was it going to be? Who was going to be involved? Nothing. He refused to budge, his lips sealed tighter than usual. Every time you asked, he deflected with vague answers. Every time you offered to help, he would tell you it's alright and that he has everything handled.

“It’s just a short trip.”

But you knew better that a short trip doesn’t involve secrecy. It was probably bigger than that. The tension between you was growing, both of you refusing to give in. But before he could even hint at how dangerous his short trip might be, you lift your shirt up, cutting him off mid sentence. It was a last and desperate attempt for sure to regain his attention, your boobs falling out and flashing Sylus in all it's glory.

His eyes widened for a moment, an amused smirk tugged at his lips as he watched you slowly lower it back down. “Oh? Is this your new counterattack?” He teases, inching closer to you. “I think one move isn’t going to easily take me down. What do you think?” His long fingers twirl the hem of your shirt teasingly. “Amuse me with more and I might just give in.”

Caleb:

clean up on aisle caleb’s pants!

You definitely caught him off-guard from the way his eyes shamelessly looked down immediately the moment you lifted up your shirt to reveal your exposed skin. The way you cut him off his sentence as he almost chokes on his own saliva.

“um..umm..” He stammered, attempting to look at you but his eyes betray him, flickering back down to your exposed skin. He fought the urge, his gaze shifting up and down but he was unable to tear his eyes away, his cock twitching in his pants. 

What was the argument even about? He doesn’t even remember what he said to you a few minutes ago and he doesn’t even remember what color your pants were. He didn’t even notice that you’d already lowered your hands, his gaze burning through the thin fabric as his mind lingered on the bare skin he’d seen. His thoughts of kneading your breasts were cut off when you called out to him.

“Can we do it Caleb?” His eyes snap back up to meet yours, the hypnotizing sight of your exposed skin covered and his mind slowly return back to reality.

“Of course, we can do it anytime pipsqueak,” He replies, a soft smile on his lips, completely unaware of what he'd agreed to. You could’ve signed him up for a cilantro eating contest and he’d win just for you. Whatever you want and say, he’ll do it for you.

[kazumist]

GIRLDADS .ᐟ

✩ — lads men as girldads bascially. personally my headcanon for each.

✩ — includes: all 5 LIs x gn!reader (pls correct me if im wrong... but afaik i mentioned no gender for reader in this). FLUFFFFF! no cws. wc: 565. some of these are based on my personal experiences with my own dad... so yeah this has a special place in me :')

sylus, who loves to spoil his darling daughter, rotten to the core. one point at something from your daughter’s tiny finger and you’ll find sylus already with it at the cashier when it’s time to pay. he also loves to play pretend with your daughter, acting as if he’s some prince and your child being a princess, “slow dancing” your little girl as he’s on his knees to match her height. and when you watch them play pretend, you can visibly notice the genuine smile and soft look on sylus’s face as he gazes at your daughter.

xavier, who loves napping and sleeping with his little star, always pulling her close to him as they both softly sleep. your daughter is easier to wake up than him and she always helps you wake her daddy up. a little “daddy, mommy says get up...” and a soft “daddy, wakey wakey.” can be heard from his little girl as she shakes, pokes, or pushes him awake. xavier would grumble a bit as he shifted from where’s sleeping, but a smile would always tug on his lips as he opened his eyes to see his daughter as the first thing after his slumber.

caleb, who loves to surprise his mini-pipsqueak. she’s an exact replica of you—and caleb thinks it’s the best blessing he ever got in his life. with his work requiring him to be away from his family, he never hesitates to surprise you and your child with surprise visits to linkon (you both decided that it’s safer to stay in linkon than move in with him into skyhaven). there was a time that caleb surprised your child as you both picked her up from school. and the sight of your daughter’s eyes widening, running to him at her full speed, squealing out “daddy!” as she crashes into his arms? it melted caleb’s heart immediately. he wouldn’t exchange these small moments for the world.

rafayel, who teaches his daughter painting at a young age. you’d call her “little fishie” while rafayel would call her “little cutie." rafayel would show his older artwork, and your daughter would gaze at it in astonishment, taking in every single stroke that he did on the canvas. they can usually be found in rafayel’s studio, painting together to past the time and your daughter would proudly show off what she painted during the day when you come back home to them. and when rafayel has art exhibits to attend? best be known that he will be flexing that his daughter added this detail and that to the paintings that are displayed. his little girl is his pride and joy.

zayne, who secretly lets his daughter indulge herself in sweets behind your back. he knows that it’s bad to let his daughter eat a quarter of a bar of chocolate when it’s nearly her bedtime, but how could he possibly refuse the pleading eyes that she gives him? put “daddy, can i please have some chocolate? just one bite!” as a cherry on top of that. yet besides that, he is always the one who is usually taking care of her whenever she’s sick. he always makes sure that she’ll recover as swiftly as possible, coaxing her whenever she refuses to take her medicines due to their awful taste—he ends up promising her that he’ll bring more sweets home each time it happens.

[yenhan]

"Accidental pregnancy scare"

Thoughts on TF141 & International student neighbor ft. Alejandro and Rudy

Part One - Masterlist

Synopsis: One little misunderstanding surely won't do much damage.

You knew you’d messed up the second Rudy dropped his drink.

He was laughing at first. He was. That man had a distinctive laugh, and he definitely fit his newest job as a self-defence instructor for kids. He just gave the impression to be that good with children. Alejandro, on the other hand, had his eyebrows so high up that they were about to vacate his forehead entirely.

Knowing they spoke Spanish, you took it as a chance to dust the drawer in which the 'one month exchange in Spain' had been abandoned. You finished telling them a story; being flustered after an evil seagull stole your sandwich at the beach. "Me sentí tan embarazada," you said at length.

Except, you just made a terrible mistake. A little mix-up between languages. Who could blame you? Your brain switched languages every two seconds! Embarazada, imbarazzata, embarrassed... Why did they sound so similar? Was it really your fault if 'embarazada' meant 'pregnant'?

Which you were not. Not even remotely.

You coughed. Alejandro grinned like Christmas had come early.

“¿Embarazada?” Rudy repeated slowly. “You’re pregnant?”

Your heart dropped into your socks, under your shoes, under the pavement of the flat. “No! That’s not what I meant! I’m not—" You covered your face.

Too late.

The colonel, bless him, was already turned toward the lads, aware he was about to deliver a bombshell of gossip. “Did you know your little neighbor is pregnant?”

“Wot?!” Soap choked on his tea, beating his chest to avoid suffocating.

Gaz immediately teared up. “I—I’m not ready to be an uncle... Who’s the dad? Does he have a job? This requires an emergency meeting. We don’t have a contingency plan!”

Ghost stood up and walked directly to the window. As if the shining glass could track the identity of the mystery father... You were fairly certain he was running through a list of local male residents and assigning kill orders. Was it Jared from the butcher's shop? That boy had a penchant for dangerous endeavors, alas flirting with you when you accompanied Johnny and Simon to buy steaks. Perhaps Ray, the mailman, had lingered a little too long by your doorstep lately?

Price’s sigh could’ve powered the National Grid. “For Christ’s sake.”

Soap, poor guy, was pacing now. "Right, who wis it? Ah'll kill 'im. Naw, seriously, just blink twice if it’s someone we ken."

Encouraged by Alejandro's discreet sneer, you made a show of holding your stomach. “Oh, I just felt a flutter. Must’ve been the spicy fried chicken.”

The Scotsman nearly fainted. “You sneaky wee shite!"

“Y’lot are absolute idiots,” Price muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can someone get me a drink? Or a shovel to bury the rest of my patience?”

“I’m kidding! Not pregnant. Just linguistically challenged. Sorry, Kyle.”

Gaz stopped mid-sob. “Thank God. I wasn’t ready to financially commit to diapers.”

“Tha's it? No situation to… address?” Ghost turned. He sure was inscrutable, but you noticed the relieved glint in his eyes before it disappeared.

You gave him a look™. “Uh? Like you’d what, adopt the baby out of spite?”

He didn’t answer.

"Simon."

"I didn’t say yes."

"..."

Price just pointed a finger at both of your Mexican friends. “You two are banned from visiting. Indefinitely.”

Remember kids: Check your false friends before they give your neighbors a collective aneurysm. Or a reason to plan a shotgun wedding.

P.S. Yes, Simon would adopt the baby.

Based on a friend's mishap in Madrid. I promise pt. 3 will come out :)

[propertyofwicked]

"it'll grow back" - LN

v short. just expressing my sadness for the loss of beard lando </3 it's been a rough day lads

tried a little bit of social media au stuff so lemme know if that works <3

“hey ba-”

“you are in so much trouble,” you announce as he picks up the phone, pacing around the airport waiting for your layover flight to join him in australia.

“wha-? why?” lando says, his voice wavering slightly in panic, trying to remember everything he’d done in the last 24 hours that could anger you.

“how could you? how could you shave before i got to say a proper goodbye?” you whine down the phone, exaggerating your sadness at the loss of his facial hair.

“im sorry ba-”

“no i dont wanna hear it. firstly - i had to find out through twitter! AND my flight lands in 5 hours - you couldn’t wait till then?”

“if i waited you would’ve talked me out of it!” he argues back in jest.

“precisely!” you argue, the phone line falling silent, asides from max laughing in the background, and lando clearly trying to stifle his own giggles.

“max you’re a traitor! you promised me you would stop him,” you say, knowing he can hear you. max says nothing in response, just continues to laugh until he’s wheezing.

the announcement of your flight boarding was probably well timed, alerting you that you need to leave before the argument get serious.

“get on your flight angel, ill be at the airport to pick you up when you land.”

“you better be, you owe me.”

-

when you finally spot him in the airport, your pace quickens to meet him and his embrace. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms moving to rest on and behind your shoulders. your head rolls backwards slightly to look up at him, as sigh escaping your lips when you see the lack of facial hair in person.

“12 seconds!” max exclaims from behind him, holding up his phone timer, “it took you 12 seconds to make a remark about him shaving!”

“hey! i didn’t even say anything,” you argue back.

"debatable."

“it’s ok y/n - it’ll grow back,” lando says, grinning at you before looking down and kissing your lips. the lack of scruff touching your face is unfamiliar.

“but now it feels like i’m kissing a 13 year old boy.” max snorts at your response, lando just keeps smiling down at you.

“when did you last eat?” lando asks, moving the conversation along, as he grabs your suitcase and starts walking to the car, you and max stood either side of him.

“erm, on the first flight - so i don’t know but i am starving.”

“let’s go get you some dinner. i’ll pay, call it an apology.”

“lan, you’d insist on paying whether i was owed an apology or not,” you retort, moving to sit in the car.

“i’ll make it up to you tonight,” he says, smirking at you. you had almost forgotten max was there till he started making fake vomit noises at lando’s comment.

“i’d love to see you try.”

[luxthestrange]

LADS Incorrect quotes #1 FATHER!?!-

Dad!Sylus*Working when his six-year-old son comes to him, then notices ...he got a bloody knee and dirt all over him*!?!-

Callum(6)*Who is...personality-wise...the carbon copy of You plus...a little bit more-* FATHER I HAVE FALLEN OFF MY SCOOTER AND REQUIRE ASSISTANCE!

Dad!Sylus*Is quick to go to him and examine his son to check for other injuries* Little dove...look at your knee your bleeding-

Callum(6): THE PAVEMENT WAS THE VICTIM I AM THE VICTOR!?!

Dad!Sylus*Sighs in relief seeing he only scrapped one knee, and with his evol, he brings the med kit...covered in stickers by his daughter*Thats still a pretty bad boo boo...Just wait and let me get everything okay?

Callum(6): BANDAGE ME IN SILK AND I SHALL RIDE AGAIN!?!

Sylus is quick to get everything ready, he puts his son on his chair...

Dad!Sylus*Holding a bottle*Okay we have to clean it first-

Callum(6): What's that?

Dad!Sylus: Its hydrogen peroxide-

Callum(6):Oh!

Dad!Sylus: It'll disinfect it-

Callum(6): Does it hurt?

Dad!Sylus:-...No...no it won't hurt...

Callum(6):Promise?

Dad!Sylus*Freezes...and looks into the innocent eyes of his second born, the weight to answer him...right there*...promise-

Callum(6)*Lets his father, clean his wound, curiously* Oh!

Dad!Sylus:-Well maybe just a little bit...

Callum(6): Feels kinda cold...-AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHRGGGGG!?

Dad!Sylus: I'm sorry my little dove I had to do this...

Callum(6): THE HORNETS OF HADES HATH DESCENDED UPON ME!?!-

Dad!Sylus*Just trying to justify himself but...knows what he helped birth...*I had too kid...

Callum(6)*Is dramatically on the floor now, looking at the ceiling* I HAVE SMELTED IRON WITH THE TITAN'S TOUCH AND FORGED SWORDS WITH CHIMERA'S FLAME!?

Dad!Sylus:...

Callum(6): BUT NEVER FELT THE BASILISK'S STING LIKE THIS!?!-

Dad!Sylus: Okay it's not THAT bad...

Callum(6): LAY TWO TOKENS ON MY EYES FOR THE FERRYMAN!?!IM FADING TO ELYSIUM!?!-I SEE BARTHOLOMEW!?!-

Dad!Sylus: ...Just had to bring the rabbit up...

Callum(6): HE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL!?!

Dad!Sylus: ...Callum you're being a little dramatic

Callum(6)*Sits up, with dagger-like eyes and pouty chubby cheeks*I.AM.THE.DRAMA!?-

Dad!Sylus*Holding Avengers and Spongebob band-aid*You want an Avengers band-aid or Spongebob band-aid?

Callum(6)*Gleams at him pointing at spongebob*Spongebob band-aid, please!

...so I caved in-

[lvrslvt3]

A SMALL CRUSH | w.lenney

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౨ৎ will lenney x reader

౨ৎ summary : reader has a small crush on her youtuber brothers best friend, willne.

౨ৎ warnings : alcohal

౨ৎ notes : can we pretend james drinks?? im sososos sorry but it’s for the plot!! also, i don’t like this but i neeedddd to post before i lose the plot

it started out completely innocent. you had of course knew of will through your brother james, however you never expected that you'd make a fool out of yourself before you'd even met him. it started with a clip that came up on your tiktok of will making a joke about you to annoy james, which you laughed at and liked. then slowly, but surely, your for you page was filled with will. you'd swipe by, liking some of the ones that also had james in them until you made a mistake one day. you liked just an edit of will.

you didn't even realise, the innocent small crush not making you think any deeper until you were bombarded with people posting the proof of you liking the tiktok. when james finally messaged you about it you wanted to hide and never show your face again but instead you said it was a silly mistake, and ignored james's teasing and just prayed that you would forget it about it.

and you did. until now, since you were finally meeting the man.

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"everyone's going to be there, it will be fine!" james exclaimed while placing an arm around you, and you pushed your older brother away from you with a disgusted look. "that's not comforting, james." you grunted out as you finally made it to the bar. you sighed before walking in behind the man, hoping to hide behind his frame.

"james!" a male voice exclaimed, far too loudly for the setting, as you approached a full table. "how you been, lad?" the voice was recognisable even though you'd never heard it in person, will stood from the table to throw his arms around his friend. james spoke with him before turning to face you. "will, this is y/n, my sister."

"hey." you gave an awkward wave but he was on the receiving end of a genuine smile, your cheeks slightly rosy from the heat of the bar, the drinks you had while getting ready and mainly the presence of the man in front of you. he was taller than you imagined, and when he smiled you thought you were going to faint. he was gorgeous.

"y/n!" he exclaimed, and you tried to hide the way you flushed at him saying your name. he gave you a half hug before stepping away with a cheeky grin on his face, "it's nice to finally meet my biggest fan." he joked, and you groaned while putting your head in yours hands - debating your life choices.

"i swear to god i'm not a freak--"

"you don't have to defend yourself to me." will interrupted, leaning in slightly and putting a hand on the small of your back as he did, "i don't mind anyways, darling. promise." he then moved back to face the table as if nothing had happened, getting everyone's orders before setting off to get them.

will eventually came back and slid into the empty spot beside you, denying peoples offers of moving so he can get his original seat. he had even gotten you a drink, and you tried not to overthink how the small action made you feel too much. that grew increasingly more challenging though as he had settled his arms at the back of your chair and you could feel heat radiating off of him, and the bulge of his bicep was close enough that when you moved your arm you could feel it.

the whole night consisted of you subconsciously moving closer and the two of you accidentally falling into private conversation even though you were with a group of people. by the end of the night your small harmless crush had quickly developed into more. little did you know it was reciprocated, and had been from before you had ever saw the clip of him and james.

"do you think we could just pick him up tomorrow?" you asked will, looking at james who was stumbling out of the bar infront of you two, loudly saying bye to the rest of the group who were going the opposite way. "heavily debating it." will mumbled as he brought out his phone and ordered an uber. "where are you meant to be staying?”

"i was going to go back to the hotel." you told him. you had planned this trip last minute so the hotel was out of the way, which was why you and james had arrived after everyone else."i can help you with him, though, don't worry." you reassured him, but that wasn't the thing that will was upset with. "you're not going all that way yourself at this time." will said - matter of a factly. "you can come to mine."

you fought your smile, looking up to will. "if you really don't want to stay then i'll come with you to make sure you there." he added in, his confidence lacking a little, as he shoved his hands in his pockets. you shook your head, "as long as it's fine with you."

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james lay heavily against will as you held the door open for the pair, locking it after them. "i'm gonna go get him settled. i know your luggage is all at the hotel but you can grab something more comfortable from my closet." he stated as he kicked off his shoes, and waited while james did the same but much slower.

"you sure?" you double-checked while also taking off your small heels, glad that you had the opportunity to get out of your outfit. it was cute, but uncomfortable. "whatever you want, don't be shy, darling." he glanced back at you with a small smile before manoeuvring himself and your brother to the bedroom.

so, since you had his consent, you found your way to his bedroom. it was tidy but clearly lived in from the cozy vibe it gave. you made your way to the closet - which was also perfectly organised - and grabbed sweat shorts and a hoodie. you then found the ensuite and changed before neatly folding your clothes and making your way back out to the living room.

will was in the kitchen, a smile taking over his face as came out, doing a small spin to show off your new outfit. "you wore it better to me." he admitted, and you awkwardly giggled as you stood at the other side of the counter. "he has water, medicine and a breakfast bar which is definitely not going to get ate."

"you know," you sat your clothes on a stool before leaning on the counter, "that is very kind of you to do." you complimented, smiling at the blush that took over his face. when he smiled, properly smiled, his eyes partially closed and you wanted to kick your feet at the sight. "it's nothing." he shrugged it off, "are you hungry? i'm not that tired so I was gonna make some food and watch something before bed."

you were exhausted but you weren't going to miss out on a vital opportunity to spend time with him. "sounds good." you smiled, and so you raided his kitchen with him before finally just settling on making some frozen pizzas. while they cooked will pulled out his couch to make it into a bed - deeming it would be comfortable as they'd be more space - before going to change into sweatpants and a hoodie.

while he did you added all the pillows and blankets you saw to the couch, and then put the pizza on some plates and moved your drinks to the coffee table. as soon as you settled down will appeared, and you gawked at him from the warm, dim light of his living room. "making your self at home, i see." he commented with a chuckle while settling himself down beside you and using a hand to ruffle his hair before moving his arm behind your seat again.

you shrugged, already eating the pizza infront of him as he picked a movie before joining you with an arm around you. you continued to speak as the movie began, falling into an easy atmosphere as you laid against him while eating.

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twenty minutes later, you were passed out. you tried to fight it but you couldn't help yourself, not when the warmth from the man beside you was lulling you into it. you had fallen into will in your sleep, and he looked down with a small grin as you laid on his shoulder. he fixed the blanket so it covered you fully before brushing away the hair from your face and eventually laying his arm properly around you.

he held you as you slept, even when you moved in your sleep under your head was on his chest. he kept you as comfortable as he could while he ate before eventually he too fell asleep.

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"what the hell did you two get up to?"

you grumbled, sitting up and peeking over the couch to see your brother emerge looking rough. "shut up." you spoke while glancing down at will, "some of us are asleep." you added, "and we didn't do anything, we watched a movie after getting you home." you explained to your brother who stared at you, debating if you were lying or not, before rubbing his eyes and stating he was going back to sleep.

you looked back over at will when you heard a small groan escape him, watching as he woke up with an annoyed look on his face - and you quickly realised that he was not a morning person.

"morning, sunshine." you snickered slightly as he looked over, his hair a mess. "morning, darling." the words slipped out quickly, but with the sound of his groggy voice you didn't mind the fact that he was closing his eyes again.

"is it okay if I make some coffee?" you questioned, and he let out a hum. "if you make me some too." you got up from that and began to find your way around his kitchen.

by the time you were almost done will had freshened up and made his way beside you, leaning on the counter. "how do you even move this early in the morning?" he asked, crossing his arms.

you tried not to stare and instead focused on the task infront of you. you shrugged, a small smile unable to escape your face as you finished up and handed him a mug.

"is that okay?" you asked when he took a sip, and he hummed with a nod. "perfect." he answered. you smiled, taking a drink from your own before settling it down.

"how did you get toothpaste on ur chin?" you asked with a giggle while, without thinking, putting your hand up to scrub it away. you didn't realise ur actions until you felt the heat of his skin underneath ur finger, and he sat his coffee down. "sorry." you mumbled while putting ur hands down.

"its okay." will answered quickly, and you fell into a slightly awkward silence. you stared at him as you thought of something that would continue your conversation. you were not willing to let your morning together end like that. “your skin is very smooth.”

will paused for a second, raising a brow before chuckling at you. "thank you?" he answered in a slightly confused tone, smiling widely at the red flush that overtook your cheeks. "you're very pretty."

"you really think so?" you lightened up, a cheesy grin on ur lips as you stared up at him. you could smell coffee, and him. it was amazing and if you could spend the rest of your mornings like this you would. "i know so, darling." he leaned closer, gaining more confidence at your reactions. "can i kiss you?" his voice rasped out.

he stared you down as you nodded, swiftly and without any other thought except from the fact that it was what you had been imaging from the moment you saw him in the bar.

"please." you murmured as he finally closed the gap between you two, his lips nettling on yours. he kissed you softly, slowly. you felt the world around you disappearing as a hand settled on the small of your back and the other on your hip.

you placed your hands around his neck to keep you from slipping away from the moment. this is all that mattered to you in the moment. this moment. his flat. his lips.

after a few seconds you pull away and you stare up at him, not letting him go incase he somehow got away. you giggle as he pecks your lips gain, feeling his smile against your face as you relish in the sensation of each other. it was something you wanted to consume you.

[erensfeed]

Hello!

Can you please do the lads me when mc has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome? Thank you so much in advance I love u sm

⠀⠀⠀｡IF YOU HAD EHLERS DANLOS SYNDROME .ᐟ ｡

featuring: rafayel. sylus. xavier. caleb. zayne x reader.

៹ cw. fluff with your super duper supportive and helpful boyfriends.

⌞ note⌝ PLEASEE you have every single right to literally hate me rn BUT PLZ HEAR ME OUT ANGEL. ORGO CLASS WAS ON MY CASE SO HARD AND STILL ISSsS. PLUS MY TIME MANAGEMENT RN IS ABSOLUTELY AWFUL. *exhaling rn* but please accept my apologies. im currently offering you a bazillion kisses and gentle hugs, as well as my thoughts on how these sweethearts would care for you to make up for it.

also, researching about this syndrome was one of the best things i'd ever done like.. ever. because i feel so aware??. i'm so grateful for this request. i love you so so much & i hope you enjoy pookiebear.

rafayel.

rafayel would do the major & little things he can to support you.

from adjusting your pillows just right whenever one of you sleeps over, to giving you massages when you feel only a little sore.

he would often ask you what he can do to help until it's second nature to know what to do before you even say it.

since he likes going out on dates with you, if you decide to cancel, he would immediately respect that and would already have your reservations cancelled in an instant.

if doctors are ever dismissive, he’s your guy.

he would have personal beef with the doctor.

“(s)he looks funny anyway. come on, we’re getting a better doctor.”

if you ever feel like you are a burden, he would clear that thought away from your head in a flash.

would tell you that you're never a burden and that he doesn't want you to feel that way around him or anyone else.

makes you pinky promise you won't think like that again.

*narrows his eyes at you* "swear it."

until he catches your smile and nods, only then does he smile back again and says, "good :)"

with rafayel, feeling bad about your condition is never and will never even be an option.

he makes sure you feel loved, not limited.

sylus.

sylus sees you as the strongest person and not how you may see yourself.

if you ever feel frustrated about your condition, he just listens.

when it would be time for him to talk, he would say something like:

"what you think are your limits aren’t your problem. they’re only everyone else’s if they even think they can hold you back."

if you also have POTS, he has you staying hydrated.

mastered casual but intentional help.

like opening doors without making it obvious and handing you something before even you realize you need it.

honestly cute if you think he'd ever let you over work yourself.

has soft-close drawers and doors to reduce strain on joints in both your homes.

in public, if you ever struggle to stand up, he offers a hand or just picks you up, completely unfazed.

if you’re too exhausted to move at home, he just comes next to you and tucks you against his chest while playing with your hair.

and if you feel a certain way about yourself in a moment and let him know:

“it’s tough, i get it. but you’re still tougher.”

a better doctor to you than actual doctors.

after zayne, he is for sure the most patient with mood swings or exhaustion.

caleb.

caleb totally does a lot of research on how to better be of help to you.

and i mean a lot.

he would ask zayne for help but may take credit by saying:

"i figured since i was readin' about it earlier today :)"

LIESS.

zayne/your primary doctor told him 51% of what he knows.

he tends to assume how you want to be assisted but, in the sense where it's just him doing everything for you... until you tell him you really can do certain things yourself.

he would be a little hurt at that but it's okay. (it's not, he's sad now.)

but from there on, he would start asking you before stepping in to help because he would start to see that you can and would like to do things on your own.

BUT. he's got cooking, cleaning, and carrying things that might strain your joints covered. no matter what you say.

and don't be surprised if you're trying to do something and he just uses his evol to lightly prevent you from doing it.

"nuh uh, i'm not lettin' you do that."

since he's more of a gym baby than the other guys, he would encourage gentle movement/stretching to prevent muscle stiffness. simply as his way of wanting to help and also exercise together. either that or he massages you.

if you use canes, braces or wheelchairs, he would get you ones with stickers, cool designs and even matching accessories.

in your home with him, there would be absolutely no furniture with sharp edges that could cause quick bruising or an injury in sight.

last but not least, caleb would spend his time building & finalizing a mobility aid that helps with your joint pain but also doesn't cause another joint pain in a different part of your body from its use.

caleb would genuinely love you for what you can or can't do.

your condition wouldn't change a thing—it’s just another part of you for him to love.

xavier.

unlike someone, xavier actually offers his help rather than rushing in head first because he's knows what's up.

he helps with braces, taping, or your compression gear if you use it.

and if you personally don't, he still finds your hypermobility fascinating.

since he likes quality time, he makes sure to balance your hanging out with rest. or just a quiet time quality time.

"let’s just sit for a while. we don't need to talk if you don’t want to."

he would totally buy you multiple weighted blankets to use at home and say:

“this here is the best one, trust me."

and you'd be like "?? and how do you know that?"

because how could he know that? unless he-

"*hesitates* uhh i tested like five... and another five more.”

and lordd he did. he really did. with no shame.

he would help you with repetitive tasks that might cause strain.

like opening jars, carrying groceries, or even typing for long periods. or completing your (home)works that he could.

if you ever cancel plans or need extra rest, this is your man.

althoughhh, he's for sure coming over and sleeping next to you.

would be mindful of how he hugs you when sleeping for that gentle & perfect pressure though.

if you ever feel bad ever, he would say many words of comfort to you like:

“i know it’s hard… but i’m here, okay? you don’t have to go through it alone."

or

“it’s okay to be upset. you’re allowed to feel this way, i’m right here to listen.”

or even something like:

"you don’t have to be strong all the time. and if you ever forget that, i’ll just remind you as much as i have to."

zayne.

a doctor for a boyfriend? yeah you're in great hands.

his only true focus is on you.

although almost like caleb with the assumptions, zayne has his own tendency to assume how you may be feeling but solely because of patterns he keeps track of that relate to other parts of your health and how he gets your feelings right each time.

with your condition though, he is sure to be mindful to avoid doing that by focusing on asking how you feel instead, at the appropriate times to.

he also makes sure that you eat enough protein to support your muscle health.

most helpful and understanding award goes to him. especially during times where you may have heavy migranes.

since he is your doctor, if you also happen to have POTS, he will make sure to increase your salt intake by the right amount.

he would also keep track of when you last took your meds, as well as remember small details about you that no one else may.

he would be the best at helping you with subluxations/dislocations without panicking if it ever happens.

he knows when to step in and when to step back.

if you feel like you have to explain yourself in ways you feel while next to him, he will hear what you have to say and make sure to validate you all while saying something like:

"you don’t have to explain yourself—i already know, and i’m always going to be here."

[blingblong55]

Like this- Simon "Ghost" Riley

Based on a request: Heyy can you do trad Goth reader x Simon Riley.  Do what ever you want as in fluff or anything, I just want this because in a trad Goth myself!🖤🦇 ---- F!Reader, established!relationship, trad goth!reader, fluff?, boyfriend!simon ----

A/N: this was from august and its sadly the first time I see this request, im so sorry for not seeing this sooner <3

The low hum of the electric light fills the room as you sit cross-legged in front of your vanity, carefully applying the finishing touches to your eyeliner. The deep black flicks curl upwards like the wings of a raven, perfectly symmetrical and bold. The process has become second nature to you, a comforting ritual, but today, Simon lingers nearby, his interest piqued.

“Y/N, how do you get those lines so straight?” His deep voice carries over from where he’s perched on the edge of your bed, his elbows resting on his knees, hands loosely clasped. You glance at him through the mirror, his eyes fixed on your movements with an intensity that makes you smirk.

“It’s all in the wrist, Simon,” you tease, wiggling the hand holding the eyeliner pen. “Years of practice and a steady hand.”

He grunts softly, clearly unsatisfied with your explanation. “Looks like witchcraft to me. Tried drawin’ somethin’ like that once for camo paint and ended up lookin’ like a pissed-off panda.”

You stifle a laugh, imagining him hunched over a mirror, fumbling with face paint. “Well, I’m sure you were a very intimidating panda.”

Simon huffs a short laugh, the corner of his lips twitching upward. “You’re takin’ the piss now.” Despite his words, there’s no bite to them, just warmth in his tone.

The mirror gives you a perfect view of him leaning forward, his elbows resting on his thighs as he tilts his head. His gaze roams over the collection of bottles and compacts on your vanity, his brow furrowing slightly.

“What’s that one do?” he asks, pointing a finger toward a small glass jar of black pigment.

“Eyeshadow,” you reply, holding it up for him to see. “It’s for shading, adding depth. Here, let me show you.”

You scoop a little onto the tip of your brush and reach for him. Simon doesn’t flinch, though his brow quirks in mild amusement. “You’re not paintin’ me up like a panda, love.”

“No pandas, I promise,” you say, stepping closer. He lets you lean in, and you gently dab the brush at the corner of his eye. The contrast of your soft touch against the rough edge of his stoic expression tugs at your heart.

He stays completely still, his eyes locked on your face. When you step back to admire your work, there’s a faint smudge of dark shadow enhancing his already piercing gaze.

“Not bad,” he mutters, tilting his head to get a better look in the mirror. “Makes me look a bit dangerous, doesn’t it?”

“You already look dangerous,” you counter, rolling your eyes. “The eyeshadow just makes you prettier.”

He snorts at that, shaking his head. “Prettier, eh? Don’t let Johnny hear you say that.” You laugh, but the warmth in his gaze when he looks at you makes your chest ache in the best way. He reaches out, tugging you toward him until you’re standing between his knees, his hands resting lightly on your hips.

“I like watchin’ you do this,” he says softly, his thumb idly tracing a small circle against your side. “You’ve got somethin’ special, the way you put yourself together. You don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks.”

His words catch you off guard, and you feel your cheeks heat despite the confidence you usually wear like armour. “It’s just… who I am.”

“And I love it,” Simon murmurs, his voice low and steady. “Every bit of it. You make the world a little less dull.” Your throat tightens at his sincerity. You lean forward, resting your forehead against his. “You’re such a softie sometimes, you know that?”

“Don’t tell the lads,” he whispers, a smirk tugging at his lips. “They’ll never let me live it down.”

“I promise,” you whisper back, your smile matching his. “It’ll be our secret.”

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[strwberri-milk]

Helloo!

Could I request LADs men with a writer reader who publishes under a pen name? They don’t tell them about their secret identity as an author. But they do show them their work (and they pretend as if it’s something they just do as a hobby to get their raw reactions and opinions), so maybe they end up picking up a book in a library or something and they notice that the writing style is completely identical to their beloveds? How they find out isn’t important. How would they confront reader about it later on? Would they do some digging and be sure before confronting them? Would they be offended/angry/sad, or would they be more chill and understanding?

I’m soo sorry it it’s too boring or something😭😭 Just a thought that’s been circulating in my mind for a while.

Thank youuu!! Have a great day/night!!!

im like conVINCED ive written this before but i cant find it/?? for some reason??

He doesn't really take it too personally. He understands that you've got the right to your own privacy and he can also understand why you'd want to keep that part of your life private. He's also sated enough because it's not as though you are totally hiding it from him as he is fully aware you like to write.

Once he's got the suspicion it's your writing, they go about it in different ways. Rafayel/Caleb/Xavier are more likely to confront you to your face. He isn't holding it over your head or anything. He just doesn't see a point in "hiding" this from you. He also tells you that it's not that he doesn't trust you, just that he's so intrigued by the fact that someone writes so similarly to you.

Rafayel is the only one who is a little pouty. Not by much, mind you - he understands that art is something you keep close to your chest. He just likes to think that you share a lot with him, but he's not angry, just whiney so you can't even be 100% sure it's because you didn't tell him you're a published author.

Zayne/Sylus are going to sit on the information for a bit. They aren't too sure if there's a particular reason as to why you've hidden this from him. He'll subtly ask if you're interested in publication, or if you know of any authors who write similarly to yourself under the guise of wanting to read books in that style. He'll see if you "slip up" but when you don't he'll present you a book he found while shopping around for you. The way he looks at you makes it clear that he has suspicions about what you're actually doing with your writing. You can try to explain yourself but he'll promise you he isn't angry - because he really isn't. Just was curious if there was a reason why you're hiding it from him. He'll abstain from reading your published work if you really want him to but he is very intrigued. If you fess up then he's more than happy to tell you that he would like to read more of your work. He does genuinely enjoy it, just because he knows it's yours.