#it would be very sucky for both of them

[palilious]

Sunshine has been trapped in that basement for 767 days

[runningthroughthegarden]

meeting you at the wrong right time

summary: youve encountered benny a few times. but never at midnight, while you were crying and stranded

warning: sucky guy (not benny) word count: 1.8k

the vandals were the type of guys your mother had always warned you about. yet you couldn't seem to pull your eyes away from them whenever they were near. you were absolutely not the type of girls they would want; you were the type of girl they would want to corrupt. which honestly scared you, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't intrigue you.

you were a secretary. you loved to wear light pink dresses. you loved the way gold jewelry looked on your tan skin. you loved curling your hair to frame your face. you loved to spray your skin with decadent perfumes. you loved painting your nails while listening to your records.

you were the complete opposite of them. yet a part of you wanted so badly to even get a sneak peek into their lives.

when you first saw benny, you were completely entranced. you were enjoying your saturday walking around town, when you saw him leaning up against his bike smoking a cigarette. you were shocked to see him without the usual crowd of rowdy men. hoping to finally sneak a long glance, you watch as you continue walking. but when he looks up its like your world stops. quickly snapping out of your haze, your cheeks immediately tint to a bright red.

you knew you were in for it when he took one last drag before flicking his cigarette to the ground. leaning off his bike he took just a few long strides to reach you.

"y'know mothers say it's not nice to stare" he smirks while looking down at you

"mothers also say it's dangerous to talk to mysterious bikers" you bite back, wondering where your sudden confidence came from

"i wouldn't say we're mysterious anymore. ive seen you before. seen you looking, but you run always run off"

it was so hard to read him. you couldn't tell if he was flirting with you or trying to scare you off. maybe it was both.

you look down letting out a little giggle so he can't see the very apparent blush on your face.

"i'll see you around doll" he says, the roughness of his voice sending shivers down your spine

walking back over to his bike he shoots you one last look before he races off

you were left standing there in a complete daze. just as you had worried, you were already craving more.

it had been a few days since your interaction with benny and it was all that could fill your head. you did your absolute best to avoid the vandals common areas. because you knew you would walk right into the palm of his hand if you spoke to him again. this plan ultimately failed. it was like the universe was pulling you together. but as always, you would see them and scurry away. sometimes you would catch bennys face in the crowd, and he always had that stupid smirk.

deciding enough was enough, you decided to put your emotions elsewhere. it was no secret boys around town had hoped for a chance to be with you. so in order to stop thinking of benny, you decided to take a chance with one of them.

although a part of you wanted benny, you knew your parents would kill you. you needed someone practical, someone that could take care of you. even if that person didn't make you half as excited as you were when you saw benny.

curling your lashes and putting on your favorite lipstick, you started to have doubts in your mind. you knew it was best for you to step away from benny, even though nothing has happened. you've formed this version of him in your head. the boy you were going out with had his whole life planned. sometimes security was more important than what you really wanted.

the sound of a car horn pulled you away from your thoughts as you took one last look in the mirror. racing down the stairs and kissing your parent's goodbye, you braced yourself for the night ahead of you. sure, this boy was handsome, but the fear of him being a typical college boy scared you. he would probably spend the night talking about himself and hoping to get lucky.

and god did you hate that you were right.

the second you got into the car; you knew this was someone you would not want to see again. he bragged and bragged about the school he went to, the job that was practically already laid out for him, the money he was going to make. did this really impress other girls? you found yourself drifting off while he kept talking.

on the way to the diner, you passed by the vandals club. and for the first time ever, you wished you could be in there. even if it was filled with loud and stinky bikers.

the dinner carried on the same way. no questions were asked about you. and you found yourself only being able to hum in agreement with his statements. not even sharing a full sentence.

dinner was finally over, and you couldn't be more excited to get home and sleep or daydream or hell even stare at a wall. anything would be more interesting than this.

"so do you want to come over to my place?" he asks, pulling out of the parking lot.

"actually, i was thinking of calling it a night" you reply, playing with the hem of your dress.

"are you serious?"

"yeah, i mean its getting pretty late" you whisper, trying not to make him angry

"i sat through an entire meal, paid for the damn thing?! and what i cant even get a kiss" he slightly yells

"well no, i thought that was all this was, a dinner to get to know each other" you reply, starting to grow weary

"of course it wasn't. you're all the same. just wanting a free dinner and nothing else. i bet you're a whore anyway" he scoffs

"hm no i think you're the whore actually. taking girls to dinner, talking about your boring life the entire time, and hoping you can get them in the back of your car after" you scoff, feeling your anger bubble up

he quickly pulls over on the empty street and grabs your arm with such a force you know it's going to leave a mark

"get the hell out of my car" he seethes

pulling your arm away, you can feel tears threatening to spill. quickly grabbing your purse you climb out, slamming the door. he doesn't even wait a second before he is racing away.

feeling utterly hopeless and stranded you sit on the curb. in your nicest dress, you feel like a fool. a fool for ever thinking a man boy like him would ever have good intentions. bracing yourself for the walk home, you try to calm your breathing. but you're all worked up and you can already feel your arm beginning to bruise.

the sound of engines starting quickly catches your attention, and you begin to realize you were just down the street from the vandals club. not even wanting to deal with any of them, you find the willpower to start walking back home.

feeling a presence behind you, you're ready to tell a guy off. but when a hand comes up to your bruised arm you suck in a sharp breath. turning to find the man that lived in your daydreams. you must've looked a mess, because his face was instantly washed with concern.

this only made your feelings come back ten times stronger and before you knew it, you were crying all over again. it might have been a dumb idea, but you were so scared, and you needed someone. your face hit his chest, and your hands clung onto his jacket. scared he might disappear.

his arms immediately came up to surround you, pulling you tightly against him. making soft shushes to try and calm you down.

"hey doll, its alright, just look at me for a second" he whispers, pulling your face away from his chest to cup it in his hands

"what happened, are you okay?" he quickly asked, eyes flickering trying to find any injuries

"i went out with this guy, and he got mad that i didnt want to go home with him. he grabbed my arm and called me a whore. he kicked me out of his car and left me on the street" you explained between sniffles and hiccups

bennys face changed in an instant. bringing his hands to your arm, slightly brushing over the bruises that were forming. you suck in a sharp breath, and he knows it hurts. but he begins to slowly pepper kisses along your arm. he's holding you so delicately, like he's scared you'll break at any second.

"whats his name?" he asks, it felt like he was holding back anger

"benny its okay i promise" you reply, not wanting to cause trouble

"no its not okay, no one hurts my girl"

you couldve melted when you heard him say my girl.

"andy clark" you whisper

"c'mon, wait by my bike for a second and i"ll be right back i promise okay" he says, holding your face in his hands one more time

slowly nodding you walk over to his bike. looking around you feel so out of place, but you also feel safe. it must've been a sight. you in your light pink dress, standing next to benny's bike, with the rest of the club standing around.

benny must've explained what happened, because the next second a few of the guys you recognized were walking behind him. he looked the angriest you've ever seen him, but as soon as he saw you his face softened.

"i'll take you home alright doll? the other guys are gonna take care of it" he whispers, going to hold your waist

slowly nodding, benny begins to climb on the bike. helping you on after.

the drive home was almost peaceful. the other guys left in the other direction, you just hoped they wouldn't cause too much trouble. you were sad when benny pulled into your neighborhood. you didn't know how you would be able to stay away from him after this.

"thank you benny, for everything"

"i'll be here for you, okay? wont let anything like that ever happen to you again" he replies

you nod, slowly walking up the stairs to your house. pausing, you say something you might regret, but it felt right.

"do you think you could stay over? think i would feel safer" it came out almost like a whisper, scared that you were reading benny wrong

"of course, doll"

you never would have imagined that you'd be tucked into your bed with benny by your side. but the way his arms curled around you, shielding you from the world. you knew you would never be able to stay away.

[sunshinegirl-x]

I’m not in love, so don’t forget it pt.1

watch these two idiots not love themselves enough to commit to each other!

You guys are best friends; in fact, there was no way in hell that Shane Boose could ever have a deeper affection for you other than platonic. What he liked about you was the exact opposite. Of what he liked about his lovers. You're not even being a bitch when you say that he preferred douche bags.

Sure, you could have a nasty attitude sometimes, but that’s not even comparable to the girls he wrote those songs for. You got along with every one of them; I mean, they didn’t even see you as a threat, which was saying a lot, given how close the both of you were.

You guys have known each other for about 4 years, You’re also roommates. So you watched him… In many eras, you’ve seen some things. To even think about a kiss would send your brain into overload, so how and why is this happening? And why do you like it?

You sat on your knees with your hands on his and back arched while you guys blended together. It was like a dance between your lips, and your heartbeats were the music.Your thoughts were loudly screaming at you to stop. Screaming and crying at you that this won’t end well, but your body, your body loved it, and your heart, it ached for him, for him to be closer.

Something you rarely desired having was the physical affection you guys had before, which was perfectly fine for you; you didn’t need to feel seen by him through touch because everything else meant so much more. He saw you for who you really were, and that was rare.

Shane moved one hand from your face to your long hair, wrapping it up into a ponytail with just his one hand, and his other wrapped around the back of your neck. Softly pushing your body down to lie on the bed, moving in between your legs, his hips grinding and stuttering. The friction makes him whimper and kiss you only harder.

“Shane…” You whisper, breaking contact, and the look on his face made you tingle all over. He never took his eyes off your lips; his eyes were so soft, and he pouted slightly like a sad puppy. The hand that was pulling your hair back was now gripping at your waist, and the hand behind your neck was now rubbing your cheekbone softly.It took him a second; he parted his lips. His eyebrows were furrowed. “Yes, pretty?” It was like all the air was out of his lungs, and all he could think about was your lips. “Are you really drunk?”

It was New Year’s Eve, your birthday. Usually everybody and their moms are out partying right now, but with the sucky week you’ve had, you wanted nothing more than to drink wine and eat tres leches. Alone.

And that is just what you did. Of course, you got a little pretty too, dressing up a bit and then putting your phone on DND, getting ready to watch The O.C.

You definitely would text Shane right now; he’s all you’re really thinking about. This is typically what you guys would do on a lazy Sunday night or something. But Shane loves, and I mean loves, a party. It would feel embarrassing to get him out of one just to sadly sit and mope with you like a loser. On New Year’s Eve. Yeah, no.

But when you heard your door open, your heart jumped out of your chest because there were either two things about to go down.

1. Your going to get murdered or be held at gunpoint

2. Shane has already gotten insanely drunk and one of his friends dropped him home.

So you got up, pulling your mini dress down and adjusting your mesh tights, but only to see a very sober Shane opening your door with two bottles of your favorite wine and the O.C. CDs.

So I guess none?

“Were you looking for these?” You were nervous, like really nervous. The last time you felt nervous around Shane was the first time you ever met him, and that’s it. He looked nice; he wore a black button-up and black slacks. “Oh, yeah, I was going to go get those… in a second.” He smiled cheekily and put everything down. “Oh, and here.” He went to go pull something out of his pocket. “Don’t read it yet; that shit’s embarrassing.” He laughed a bit, and you let out a small laugh as well, not because it was funny but because you felt like you should just so he wouldn’t feel awkward. It wasn’t a thing out of pity, but you both do it for each other, trying to never let yourselves get into anything awkward ever. But this. This is very awkward.

You looked down at the note and turned red. “Yeah, yeah, I won’t,” you giggled, shaking your head as if you were trying to shake the blush off your face, scratching the back of your neck, and Shane exhaled sharply.

There was something wrong; you don't know what, but you sensed it once the door of the place opened.

You laugh, “Sit. Stop being weird. You’ve been in here more than me, I think.” You roll your eyes, shooing him to sit on your bed, and you place the note on your desk next to your bed, going to sit at the head of your bed while he was at the end.

He takes his shoes off and then turns to sit crisscross applesauce, scooting a little. “Are you drunk?” You ask, playing with your feet. It was quiet; you couldn’t tell if it was awkward or comfortable, but it was very quiet. “No, why would I be drunk, Silvia?” He rolled his eyes playfully. “That’s illegal,” he said cheekily, putting his finger up to his lips. “Shhh."

So he is drunk.

“So I don’t understand what are you doing here your never home on new years,”

And then it was silent for what felt like years. He just looked at you, and you looked down, up to the side, anywhere but his eyes. Well, you wished, but that’s kind of inevitable, so when you did make eye contact, it felt like something in your stomach exploded, and staring into each other’s eyes and his eyes being as soft as they were, like they could melt like you were a lost puppy on the street, you knew, deep down, you knew what was happening. But you refused. Not while he was drunk.

“It’s not just new years, it’s your birthday, and, and I’m your best friend.”

Okay maybe you don’t refuse.

And that’s how you ended up here with him on top of you grabbing at your dress unknowingly lifting it up and rubbing at your cheek. “I’m barely tipsy, baby,” he cheekily giggled.

And like that, it was like you guys were dancing again. His hands all over you, grabbing at any fat he can, his hands went down both your legs, and you lifted them to wrap around his waist giving him enough access to get closer, close enough to where you felt everything, and it was big.

You grabbed at his arms and his neck like your life depended on it as he sloppily kissed down your neck; you whimpered, hips bucking up to feel more of him; you just wanted all of him.

And he definitely wanted all of you.

[homiesexuallaj]

I would love to see an overprotective Eric (2024 ver.) pls 🙏🏼

Pairing: Eric Draven x reader

Genre/Warnings: overprotective Eric, little bit of fluff, a man kinda flirts with you, unrequited flirting, unwanted touching (but nothing horrible)

A/N: Hi!! I hope you enjoy your request, Anon! For any other readers, my Mr. Draven (both 1994 and 2024) requests are open if you're interested!!

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Even after his death, Eric still had a liking to go to bars and clubs late a night. It was a nice distraction from life and his, still new, circumstances. It was nice to just drink, dance, and relax. It was especially pleasant when he had his girl with him, you.

You two had actually met at one of the club's you two frequented. After a fun night of dancing and drinking together you two seemed to just click. At the beginning of your relationship, you two met at bars and clubs. The flashing multi-colored lights and yelling to just be heard made you jittery as you flickered you eyes between his flashing eyes and lips, determined to get a view of all of Eric. But as your relationship progressed, you two started taking late light walks and going over to each other's apartments.

It was a little nerve-wracking letting someone in like you did Eric, but it was worth it in the long run.

Eric was kind and sweet. He was very attentive and watchful. He seemed to remember little things you told him in passing, as you often found flowers or a piece of your favorite candy in the oddest places.

You learned of his past, something that he was very nervous to open up about. Of course, you were fine with Eric's past, everyone had skeletons in the closet. His past also explained the randomly appearing gifts and the crow that seemed to hover over you and sit on your windowsills.

The falling of both of your walls seemed to allow you two to grow closer, both emotionally and physically.

As for now, you and Eric were out at one of your more frequented clubs. You'd been up and dancing for awhile and you were tired now. You legs were heavy and your knees ached, just begging you to sit and chill out for a few moments. You asked Eric to go get you guys one of the tables on the outside of the room while you got you two some drinks.

You ordered your drinks at one of the bartops and leaned up against the wood, using this opportunity to stretch your knees. A body joined you on your right, which wasn't uncommon but they were a little close for comfort. You heard them order a drink and then you felt their eyes upon you.

"What are you getting?" The person, a man, spoke.

You only glanced at him, "Just a little something to calm my nerves."

"First date?" The man asked.

"No," You answered.

"Must be a sucky date if you're so nervous," The man concluded for himself.

Before you could respond, the unknown man wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. He leaned in and you could feel his breath on your ear and the side of your face. His breath stunk of cheap beer.

"You could ditch your date and come home with me," He practically purred, grossing you out.

Before you could shimmy out from under this man's arm, he was suddenly pulled away from you.

"Hey!" The man protested. "I was just talking!!"

"It looked like a little more than talking," Your savior, Eric, retorted.

The man, shorter than your boyfriend, looked Eric up and down. He looked like he was weighing the outcomes of his decisions.

Eric pushed the man away, causing him to stumble and bump into some people behind him.

"Scram," Eric growled. "Before I do a little more than talk."

The man huffed, grumbled something, and then turned tail. He stalked away and disappeared into the crowd after a couple steps.

"You okay?" Eric's stern expression turned soft once he looked at you.

"Yeah, I'm fine," You reassured him.

The bartender brought you your drinks and you grabbed them both, slowly wandering away from the bar. Eric took one, freeing up one of your hands to loop around his arm that was closest to you. He led you to the table that he'd snagged, which was thankfully still free.

"Thank you," You told Eric, giving him a little smooch to his cheek.

"Anytime, sweetheart," Eric leaned into your kiss.

You two sipped on your drinks for the rest of your visit and then decided to call it a night. You slipped through the crowd and into the chilly, night air. Slowly, you two made your way home.

[lil-the-notverywise]

Once stranger things has finished I need a documentary about the behind the scenes and the storyline of it to shut up all the homophobic fans who think Mike would never like will or that he's "definitely straight". I need them to prove they've been planning byler for years now.

I fear media literacy is dead because I can tell Mike wheeler is very queer coded, but it's like unless Mike states outright he's gay, it means he's straight and wills just gonna end up heartbroken.

Which is another thing! Why would a TV show about the freaks of society being normal and allowed to be happy exploring and sharing who they are, allow will to have such a sucky ass ending. Wills literally the main character and ur telling me the duffers would happily leave him to have no relationship with the boy he's been in love with whilst said boy goes on to create the typical white American family with el?? NO, IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE! and even if they did add a new character for Will to be in a relationship with (e.g. chance) it would still not make sense!! Even Robin got last season to build up a relationship for her but for will he just gets thrown with a random guy and gets over Mike within a season? No!!!!

El also doesn't deserve that ending. Her whole life, she was brought up in a lab with the only "love" being given was from brenner to his favourite weapon. Then she meets Mike and the gang (who btw, gets asked if he's going to be her brother, very weird way to start off a relationship that's supposedly endgame) in which we find she doesn't even know what a friend is! She gets thrown into a relationship that she doesn't understand because she's never experienced love, let alone anything romantically and doesn't even know what being in a relationship means because Mike never treats it like a proper relationship! All they do it kiss in hoppers cabin, never going on dates, as far as were aware but if they were gonna be endgame you'd think we'd see thay part/them being happy doing something other than kissing. And then we finally see El living her best life when she becomes friends with Max and dumps Mike because she is finally free to do what she wants. Mike is a horrible boyfriend to el in both season 3 and 4, so I don't get why milevens want their relationship so bad. I genuinely can't think of any moment where I was rooting for them because they're so toxic for each other. A relationship in which el feels the need to lie about basically everything happening in california (to do with her) to Mike is not healthy in any shape of form.

This turned into a longer rant than I was expecting but I kept writing lmao. I'm also on summer break from uni so I have a lot of time to put my thoughts together and stranger things and byler.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

oh ok

i admit i just sent in the poly bc i was on AO3 and there's like 2 fics in that tag and the vaguely purity culture vibe that had annoyed me

(and i thought it be a little funny if Danny had a Ghost Pokemon team when his parents disliked Ghost Pokemon)

so what up Jason x Danny with a Whoopsie Baby AU instead of you're still taking requests

Oh god I agree. The purity culture in all fandoms is bullshit. Like I get it I do, and I always avoid the fics where I get squicked by it in favour of the fics where they barely know each other. But it’s fiction? Just let people write. Also that is funny, I just never got into Pokémon. Had the first video game of it but it wasn’t my thing. You think it would be but yeah.

1. Danny and Jason are FWB. They’re both half dead heroes who are a little eldritch so it’s nice to just let off steam with one another. Except they secret have the hots for one another but don’t want to admit it. It’s a mess and both know they should break it off as it’s unhealthy but… well then Danny gets pregnant. Cause their cores want to. Fuck.

2. There is no lies and miscommunication. Danny tells Jason and confesses his feelings cause fucking once in a while is different then coparenting. Jason is 100% for it and confesses to. They are very happy together now. They begin planning right away.

3. Their families are thrilled and there are fights about best uncle or aunt. The grandparents are just all so happy. Baby! Baby fever! With eldritch bullshit including tentacles, heads turning 180 and more. It is insane but they are all so happy. And used to it really.

4. It’s triplets. Neither are that impressed and ‘birthing’ the cores that later hatch result in Danny being passed out for a few days and panicking people all around demanding answers. The answer is ‘it is how it is’. It is a sucky answer.

5. They never get married. It’s a personal choice but they don’t want to. They know there are reasons to but they pass Danny off as a trans guy and they are the parents. They’re happy. Leave them be.

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

My Case for Why Only Romantic Payneland Would Feel Truly Satisfying

Last night, I made a poll about whether people would be satisfied with QPR Payneland. I was curious where we stood on this as a fandom, and it's cool that it's about 50/50 between "either would be okay" and "I want them romantic."

Preface: I'm a monogamous biromantic asexual. If you were wondering. I have been in both a queerplatonic relationship (where I had a one-sided romantic crush on my QPP) and a few romantic relationships with both men and women.

Preface II: This post is not at all intended to be judgmental of any type of relationship. Poly people are awesome; aro/ace people in QPRs rock. This is specifically examining what is right for Charles and Edwin.

Preface III: I think that Edwin and Charles have definitely been in an unlabeled QPR since the beginning. They don't have the word for it, but it definitely is a QPR. They aren't romantically involved, but they make major decisions surrounding the other one and feel like they would wither up and die if they had to live in separate places.

This was great up until now, I think. A QPR is very valuable, very special, and very beautiful. It's meaningful and has served them wonderfully up until this point.

But it isn't sustainable for these specific characters.

The Need for Exclusivity in Both a QPR and a Romantic Relationship

I think that with no other external factors impacting my media needs, I would be okay with an exclusive QPR Payneland.

@tumblerislovetumblerislife astutely said:

I do not think that there is any world where they're suited for polyamory - this is honestly my biggest nope-out of fics and I deeply, deeply hate it for them.

This is because:

They already feel like a Pair Set to me that cannot be separated or infringed on by anyone else, and

In the end, it would never be fair to a romantic (or other platonic) partner because they would unplug anyone else's life support to charge the other's phone. No one else would ever be the priority over the other, and if they did, that would be OOC.

Even if they decided to date someone else now in the short-term, like Crystal or the Cat King, it's necessarily temporary. It's to Figure Things Out. There is an expiration date. And whether that's due to a romantic or a platonic bond between Edwin and Charles, their bond being stronger than any other is the reason for that expiration date.

So polyamory feels extremely disingenuous to their characters to me and is imo extremely OOC.

Authenticity to the Story

Edwin is currently, in the explicit canon, essentially Charles's QPP who has a one-sided crush on him. That is the explicit canon. It's not a fun place to be, no matter how much your QPP loves you - I have Been There.

Edwin is not unhappy or dissatisfied with the current situation, and he knows Charles loves him. But it still is kind of a sucky place to sit.

Luckily, the love does not actually feel one-sided! Charles reads as a character that has always been romantically in love with Edwin, probably long before Edwin fell romantically in love with Charles, but he neither has the self-awareness nor the words to describe it.

Charles touching his heart at the end of episode 8 makes it clear that he is beginning to have his Big Epiphany. I wish the show wasn't canceled because, uh, I want it.

This obvious two-sided romantic love makes a future QPR feel inauthentic to me. I think both characters would feel like it was the wrong shape for the relationship after they both had their epiphanies.

Other Media Considerations

I understand that a lot of people, it's important to have an explicitly-labeled QPR in a show. I do not disagree with this! I think we need WAY more QPRs in media that are explicitly labeled as such and treated as valid. I just don't think that it's right for Charles and Edwin.

I've explained why this is true from a character perspective; but let me also talk about how relationships like theirs are treated.

I'm personally sick of the "bond-beyond-bonds relationship that remains purely platonic." We saw it with Destiel onscreen because of the rancid queerbaiting in Supernatural; we saw it in Johnlock as a direct result of similar, albeit less magnified, queerbaiting.

This is, to me, the exact type of relationship that a QPR between Edwin and Charles would be.

It would be different. I know this. There is no world where DBDA is queerbaiting us; we have a gay MC and tons of queer side characters.

But to me, platonic Payneland being endgame would still feel like a betrayal because that endgame would feel like something adjacent to the endings of other shows that have queerbaited in the past. I feel like a huge appeal of DBDA is that it's beginning to right those wrongs and heal those wounds, and I firmly believe that's one intention of the show. It would feel unkind to the bulk of viewers for them not to end up together.

I think that the show ultimately was going to make them romantic endgame. It just didn't have the time to before getting the axe, which SUCKS.

So yeah. These are my personal thoughts. I hope I've articulated some of the things that a lot of you think.

[yawneon]

percy will a s/o that’s always sleeping🫶

BLUE - NOISE

a/n : this is so bad 😭😭😭

pairing : in love!percy jackson x hermes kid!reader

summary : in which percy jackson has his best birthday yet.

!!! : praying for more reqs, this one is so cute, i try my best 😞, maybe the plot was the friends we made along the way, unspecified demigod reader, book percy, ooc camp, i wanted it to be rainy in camp so ITS GOINF TO RAIN 🤬, the curse of never being able to write alot returns, THIS IS SO BAD

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

people at camp could’ve sworn there had been a mix up in olympus.

you. an hermes child? what a laugh.

you had to be a kid of hypnos. you slept so much, how couldn’t you? genuinely you couldn’t peel yourself off your bed like ever. everyone in camp knew, you were the person in cabin 11 that won’t get out bed if not needed. alcoholics had alcohol, gamblers had casinos but you… you had something far more worse.

you had the (in your humble opinion) the most comfortable bed in all of camp. sure, it wasn’t a 5 star hotel quality but shit was it good.

and more importantly it was the beds fault that you were oh so tired all the time and you just needed to sleep more than half the day.

everyone else couldn’t care less.. your siblings would just give you a small glance before ignoring you because honestly it was more surprising to see you awake! and trust me when you started dating percy.. did this get worse.

whatever you thought about having the best bed in camp was trampled on and thrown over a cliff edge the moment you laid in percy’s bed.

not only was his bed adorned with comfortable sheets and pillows his cabin was quiet.

-

percy didn’t understand however.

how on earth could you sleep when you have the most handsome and amazing boyfriend in all of the whole universe??

he has whined and frowned at you multiple times but you’ve slickly avoided his dramatics by lathering him up with sweet and sappy comments like “im dreaming of you~” that make annabeth and grover cringe at when he goes and boasts to them.

but today,

today you couldn’t avoid the dread of getting out of bed.

-

you stood at the foot of his bed holding a plate of waffles, blue ones. it was far too early for you, (it was 8am) but it was percy’s birthday. you weren’t going to neglect your boyfriend because gods you would never hear the end of it. so you decided to go against your force of nature and got up to whip up a batch of waffles for him.

despite it being the midst of summer rain pelted down against the hard exterior of cabin 3. it didn’t rain usually in camp, the rain would usually just pass right by but maybe the gods were arguing again and the storm was especially hard this day.

sluggishly you drag your feet to stand beside the bed in which percy sleeping.

you wished that was you.

the plate adorning the blue waffles are set down on his bedside table and you place a gentle hand on his shoulder shaking him. despite your (sucky) efforts he doesn’t stir awake.

you grab his arm now with both hands and you shake him harder than before and finally does he grumble awake.

he looks up at you, confused.

“happy birthday, idiot” you pick up and hold the plate of waffles up so he could see them a tired but sweet look on your face. he sits up on his elbows and a dopey smile appears on his face, a very common smile he shines when he looks at you.

“this all for me?” percy sits up fully now taking the plate from you and he smiles bigger now gaining his full conscious. he pats the empty side of the bed next to him and you basically throw yourself into the white sheets.

despite the innate need to sink further in and take ahold of the sleep thats so desperately trying to drag you down you sit up and watch him. “you’re up, today.” percy teases, his shoulder nudging yours.

“just shut up and eat your breakfast.” you laugh softly amused by his jokes.

he begins gobbling the waffles down, scoffing down the cream on top and cleaning the plate of any remains of food. it was actually very impressive how well he ate all of it.

percy’s eyes trail to the window of his cabin his eyes watching as the raindrops pelt down at the glass and the sound of the rain hitting the walls and roof echo loudly.

-

percy places the plate back onto the bedside and looks out the window. “say aye if your in to stay home all day?” he peeks at you, another dopey smile that you just couldn’t resist is painted on his face.

you didn’t even reply to him, your arm snakes around his collarbone and you basically slump him into bed. you both lay on your back and then percy starts talking.

he always did this. percy would talk and talk and talk while you laid next to him, even if you were asleep he would keep going. just the feeling of having you next to him was comfortable so he would talk about all different kinds of things and today wasn’t any different.

you however wanted to listen to him today but oh geez was it hard.

again it wasn’t your fault that his voice was smooth and calming to listen to even of he was talking about how he fell one time and scraped his knee when he was 7. it was like ypur white noise. you already slept a fuck-ton and having a boyfriend with the most sweetest voice was not helping you.

he held your hand as he laid next to you, his eyes tracing every detail of the ceiling as his fingers dance along your palm. he starts telling you all about how his first quest went. a story you’ve heard over.. and over and over again.

“when i started my quest..” blah blah blah.

your eyes shut and all you could focus on was his voice and the noise of water hitting the window panes. his hand was warm in yours and with his free hand percy pulls the covers over the both of you so only your heads were poking out. he slips his arm under your head and his other hand grabs yours again as he keeps rambling on.

before you could fully drift off you turn into him, you could feel his eyes on you as he watches you shift and his words pause for a moment.

“i love you.” he whispers, hoping that you were asleep. you smile into his skin, a clear sign you were still all there.

“i love you too, happy birthday percy.” you half open your eyes you pull his face down by grabbing his cheeks and you kiss under his eye before moving back down.

percy flashes his signature smile before his story changes from his quest to tell you about how on his 9th birthday his mom baked him a blue cake and how it was awesome. you make a mental note to yourself before drifitng off.

you dreamt of percy that night.

let me rephrase that.

you dream of percy.

you dream of him even though he is yours.

his pretty green eyes, his black hair, his sandy skin on the beach. but more often than not you dream of him like how you are now.

cuddled up beside you, warm under the covers as he tells you about all kinds of things like how he thinks the universe was made.

you dream about him dreaming of you which you know he does (since he tells you).

you dream about the way he wants you despite your sleeping routines, you dream about the way he calls you his sleeping beauty.

yet all those dreams are the reality you live. maybe missing a few hours off of slumber isn’t all that bad when your spending it with the boy you see when you close your eyes.

-

@yawneon

[pookietv]

the not-so-useless hotline | george clarke

this has been rotting in my drafts for a while but it was a req so i hope you enjoy! may be a little sucky, sorry about that :)

dedicated to both the nonnie who requested and the nonnie who was adorable to me in dms so!!!!

to be honest, you didn't even really know what you had become well known for.

you started on youtube, ended up singing and modelling and vlogging and god knows what else, and you were a little bit of a mystery to the world.

but, nonetheless you had become adored by the internet, and eventually dragged on a podcast by max, who you had met on a brand trip and had grown to quite like, even if you had only seen him a handful of times.

so when you showed up to a little office with worn out computers and a smile on max's face, it did make you giggle to be on the set that you had seen him, and george, who even though you had seen him a lot online, you admittedly knew next to nothing about.

"y/n! hello, welcome!" you were invited in by who you assumed was a manager, who helped you get microphoned up, staying quiet whilst you listened to max and george speak and introduce the podcast whilst you waited on the sidelines for being introduced.

so when you heard the, "okay, send her up for the interview!" and you sat opposite them, your cheeks were a little red from laughing as it felt strange to be sat opposite them in such a corporate setting, even if was all a big joke.

"welcome y/n to your interview at the useless hotline! i'm max, this is george, very important interview today," max joked, and you nodded a little more, laughing and repeating, "very important, yes."

"yeah, i'm so glad to be here, i really need this job!" you joked back, allowing yourself to have a moment looking at george, being your first proper time meeting him. he was quite attractive, put together nicely.

"well, we have very high standards here, although max doesn't reflect that too well," george joked back, and you nodded in a teasingly solemn look.

"well, every company has it's stinker, and i suppose here it's max," you smiled, and max rolled his eyes.

"you bitch! haven't even introduced yourself and you're already mocking me," max grinned.

"oh, sorry, i introduce myself and then mock you?" you teased back.

after being made to make max and george extremely potent alcoholic drinks, and introducing yourself, with a little gossip about music and max's social life, eventually you get questions thrown your way.

"well, we figured we need to talk to you about your dating life, 'cause that's where our clickbait will be," george joked.

"literally! everyone knows you as some maneating mysterious woman going on dates all the time, and we're nosy," max teased, and you rolled your eyes in response.

"i'm not a maneater! jesus, you leave a bad impression max! i would just say i am very picky, that's all. y'know, high standards." you hummed a little as you drank your drink with a small grin.

"oh, come on, you know yourself there has been a cast of rotating rumours of people that the internet thought you might be dating," max urged, and you shrugged a little. "plus, when we went on that bar thing on the latest brand trip you told me about a few of them, so there must be some drama there!" he joked a little more.

"men are just very disappointing creatures, you know? there just hasn't really been one where i've been like, yeah, this person is fun to be around and i would like to be around them a lot of the time, so i'm still single!" i explained with a giggle.

"george is literally always saying something of a similar tune, he is kind of just a picky man," max joked a little, and i grinned and raised my eyebrows at george.

"picky, hm? i suppose i'm a little picky, but i don't think that's necessarily bad, i just think i would love to hold out for someone who is really for me, you know?" i asked him curiously.

"i wouldn't even say i'm picky, i just think... there's a kind of thing, where i'll, you know, find someone where i'm just like, yeah, this feels right," george explained, and i nodded.

"so do you have like.. a type?" max asked me, "george's type always seems to be women who don't like him back." max teased.

"there have definitely been some stinkers in the past but... i mean, i wouldn't even say i have a type, really. i like funny people, and i'd like someone that's taller then me... um, i guess i like facial hair but that's not a dealbreaker if not," i laughed a little awkwardly with a shrug of my shoulders.

"well, i'd say you'd like george but he is exceptionally not funny," max grinned to himself and i rolled my eyes in a giggly way, watching george turn to max.

"because you're just so witty yourself, max,"

the podcast continued, with topics only getting more intrusive and unhinged as we continued, before we got to the point where we were answering asks, and one came up asking george on a date as a plus one to a wedding.

"fuck you! see, everyone comes on the podcast and thirsts over george, but what if you had asked me? i would actually have shown up, how about that!" max huffed whilst george tried not to laugh.

"what, people try and hit on george through the podcast?" you asked, laughing myself.

"yeah, they do, his name is max balegde," george joked.

"they're really scraping the bottom of the barrel if they want george," max grinned, before looking at me, "do you get a lot of the whole randomers asking you out thing? seeing as you're so thirsted over on the internet?"

"i mean, i suppose so, but i don't read too many of them, they just stay in the requests bit of my messages so i don't pay them too much attention," you giggled slightly, shrugging, "though, i do appreciate the compliments, sometimes if i'm just having a really crap day i'll just look through edits of myself. is that narcissistic? maybe it is, but it does make you feel good,"

"max was begging people to make edits of him on one of the podcast episodes so i'm sure you're not too bad," george grinned to you, and you tittered a little at his answer, grinning back at him.

george was pretty attractive, actually.

it had been about a week since the episode of you on the useless hotline had come out: and to say you had been bombarded would be an understatement.

from shipping fan edits to insane tweets, there seemed to be a common theme, the theory that you were dating george.

he had texted you a little, talking about when the podcast was going to come out, and asking you if you had any plans over the weekend, mainly casual talk as he told you funny stories about his roommates, arthur and chris, and occasionally sending you photos of himself pulling faces.

liked by max_balegde, georgeclarkeey and 12,039 others

yourusername: my roommate tried to push me out of a window (but i made her take cute pictures so)

miaxmon: shut up i did not push you!

↳ yourusername: @/miaxmon whatever you say PUSHER

userone: since WHEN did she live with mia ???

↳ yourusername: since she begged me to live with her bc im awesome and sexy and she couldn't live without me (but actually for about six months!)

georgeclarkeey: she should have finished the job

↳ yourusername: smh silly george if she pushed me out the window then who else would the internet ship you with???

↳ georgeclarkeey: someone tolerable hopefully

↳ yourusername: i can see why you got stood up now

you have a new message from @/georgeclarkeey!

georgeclarkeey: now that was just cruel and uncalled for

yourusername: it was honesty which girl would show up for a date with you ???

georgeclarkeey: you hopefully

yourusername: you what???

georgeclarkeey: would you show up on a date with me?

yourusername: only if you said sorry for wanting mia to finish me off and that i am the best :)

georgeclarkeey: i just audibly sighed

georgeclarkeey: you are the best and i am sorry for saying i wanted mia to finish the job

georgeclarkeey: happy?

yourusername: absolutely

yourusername: so, a date?

georgeclarkeey: i was thinking a really tall building with loads of open windows. thoughts?

yourusername: you're sooooo funny george

georgeclarkeey: i know i know i'm hilarious

georgeclarkeey: i was actually thinking we could go to flight club and play darts

yourusername: i will beat you SO bad

georgeclarkeey: can't wait :)

yourusername: anyway, i thought you were really picky about who you go on dates with?

georgeclarkeey: i usually am

georgeclarkeey: i guess you just feel right

yourusername: are you this soppy with all your dates?

georgeclarkeey: well they usually don't show up so you'll be the first, obviously

georgeclarkeey: anyway i thought you were picky as well?

yourusername: okay shut up now george :)

[stardustedseas]

anyways

jayce x dog hybrid reader

nsfw +18

cw: human x hybrid, dub con (reader is in heat and doesn't fully understand what's going on, jayce is hesitate to engage because he knows this but they do both want eachother), implied 3some at the end, barely edited- i mostly just copy pasted my rambled from my dms to here

viktor giving jayce a key to his apt so he can feed and walk you when vik cant, youre a little unsure about this new big man coming into your home but viktor likes him, he always brings treats and his big warm hands always give the best belly rubs too so he must be okay :) viktor ends up spending more and more time at the lab working on a big breakthrough in hextech and hasnt been able to get home to you as often but doesn't want you at the lab much because it can be very dangerous, so hes been sending jayce to take care of you more since its easier for him to run over and back rq

(rubbing hands together like an evil fly) while you do miss your owner and you dont fully understand why he cant come home as much right now, you enjoy when jayce visits, hes so kind and fun! he isnt as afraid to rough house play with you he and always indulges you with treat, over all, things have been pretty okay. that is untill you start to feel weird and pent up, all of your clothes feel bad agaisnt your skin and you cant stand to have them on, taking to just wander around naked. you also feel more emotional and the hours of viktor being away turn from sucky but tollerable to you sobbing every morning when he leaves and almost tearing the apt up in a panic if he doest come home at night. you also dont know why but your tummy always feels weird and like your skin is on fire too.

still, you dont want to tell your owner, he always seems so stressed and tired :( you dont want him to get more stressed because of you :( so you do your best to act normal when hes home or jayce is there. this works for about a week before either of them notice too. it's when jayce comes over to give you lunch and your afternoon walk that he can tell something is wrong, usually you come bounding up to the door all excited and whine until he gives you belly rubs and a new treat he brings for you to try but now you're no where to be seen. you dont even come when he calls for you, he ofc gets worried and goes looking, it really isnt like you to not listen or greet him. he finds you all bundled up on viktor bed, wrapped in his blanket with what looks like his entire closet surrounding you. he can't really tell whats going on but he can hear you whimpering and see a lump under the covers wriggling around.

he calls out to you again but you just freeze, when he tries to pull the blanket back you just pull it tighter around yourself and whine for him to go away. something is very obviously wrong so he sits on the edge of the bed and lightly pets you over the covers, he gets even more worried at the strangled, almost hurt sound you let out so he decides that if youre injured, he cant just wait until you come out on your own, so he froces the blanket off you. instead of a bunch of blood like he was worried hed find, its you butt naked, curled around a pillow with your arms clinging to one end and the other squished between your thighs. he would have laughed at how your hair and fur was sticking up all over the place but the tears on your cheeks and the amount of sweat covering your shakey body were far more concerning.

before he can ask you whats wrong or even really process what hes seeing, you are jumping up to crawl into his lap and cling to him instead, sobbing about how you feel so weird and hot and your privates ache so bad and you miss viktor so much. you had started to unconsciously grind against the leg you were stradling, soaking his probably very expensive pants, but had just cried harder when he gently pried you off, so he agreed to give you your beloved belly rubs if you agreed to lay back down. he was struggling to think straight with the way you were desperately humping him and crying into his neck but this didnt help at all, seeing you layed out bare and needy infront of him, moaning so obscenely just from him petting your soft belly, really backfired on him lmfao its even worse when you start bucking your hips up and wiggling around (he can more clearly see the wet sheen of slick coating your mound and inside of your thighs) and try to push his hand lower, telling him it hurts and you want him to pet you down there.

you just know that those big strong hands could make you feel better :( it feels so good when he pets your head or tummy, the rough callouses contrasting how gently he touches you. jayce is a very strong willed man who does not give in easily, his morals always holding fast, but he is also n o t immune to the way your cute fluffy ears lay flat and you look up at him with the biggest, most pathetic puppy dog eyes hes ever seen in his life while begging for him to please not go, please dont leave you alone and in pain. god he really should go call viktor, tell him whats going on and absolutely not give in to your pleading- youre in heat for fucks sake and desperate and not thinking clearly and youre not even his dog hes just helping out his bestie and- whatever resolve he had went out the window when you were able to yank his hand down between your thighs and sloppily push it against you, desperately moving his hand as if trying to make him pet you.

he cant help but give in, he swears he will just get you off once then call viktor, just so you arent in as much pain. hes supposed to be taking care of you after all, what kind of friend would he be if he left you to suffer... unfortunately for his conscious, that does not work out because the second he sinks one of his thick fingers into your poor puppy cunt and sees(and Feels) the way you almost instantly cum with the prettiest moan of his name, he had absolutely no chance of being able to leave now. not when hes felt how tight and warm and wet you are. god he bets you taste as good as you look too,,,,

anyways like i said im bad at the actual smut part but he ends up fingering and eating you out a couple times before he is once again worn down even more by the way you roll onto your stomach and arch your hips up, burring your nose into one of viktors dirty shirts. youre not fully sure what youre begging for but all you know is hes making you feel so so good and being in this position just feels right, like this is all you were made for. by this point poor jayce is so turned on he couldn't possibly have left now so he once again gives in and kneels behind you, leaning over so his broad chest is layed across your back, pressing your almost limp body down more into the matress while he reaches around for your still throbbing pussy. he swears he was just gonna get you off on his fingers one more time in a position that felt more natural for you, THEN he was gonna call viktor,,,,,, but its not even five minutes later before he is carefully pushing the fat tip of his cock in, trying not to hurt you. he may not be able to knot or breed you like you need, but hopefully his cum filling you up can help :3

viktor gets worried after jayce is gone longer than usual and ends up going home as well, hes already further ahead in his experiment than expected so he can take an early break, he has been away from his beloved pet an awful lot and he misses you so much :( the last thing he was expecting to see when he got back was jayce fucking his puppy into his bed surrounded by all his clothes lmfao cough not that hes too upset tho, just disappointed he missed out on half the fun before showing up. its okay tho, you are far from satiated and as amazing as jayce feels, you still miss your masters cock :3

~~~~~~~~~~~~☆

im so sorry

[storm-angel989]

How would Valentino react to his baby having colic? (when a baby cries for no apparent reason)

Hi Friend,

Please see the below! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. As you may have noticed, I haven't published any content in a bit- this is the first one I'm happy with how it came out!

Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

The sound of a baby crying used to piss him off.

The screeching, shrieking, screaming bawl of an insolent child instilled nothing in him but rage. In the past, he wanted nothing more than to eliminate the sound by any means possible, and although children were barred in his studio, he made it a point to ensure they were kept as far away from him as possible in all areas of his life. Hell, if someone had told the younger version of himself that someday he would run towards his own crying child and not away from it, he would have probably shot them without hesitation. 

As Valentino lounged back in his directors chair, the scream of his number one rule being shattered sent him to his feet, his wings springing  forth as he launched himself towards the sound. For the first time in front of people, the sudden movement was for protection, not anger. 

“Val, I need a break,” his wife’s voice, quaking with tears, met his monstrous form. “I can’t, I can’t get her to settle.” 

“Back upstairs,” his voice answered, sharp as a knife. “You know…”

“Val, I’m begging you.”

The continuous crying, and the tone of his wife's voice told him something was very, very wrong. Ignoring the work behind him, he shielded her and the screaming child as he guided her to the elevator. His wings blocking the view, he took the upset child from his wife and settled her against him. Behind him, the door closed and despite the constant noise, his voice softened.

“Bebita, what’s wrong?” He asked as he tried to comfort his child. To his surprise, the wailing continued. Even more alarming, his wife began to sob. 

“I…don’t….know! She won’t stop crying. I tried everything, I can’t…she won’t…why do I feel like this?” 

With his free arm, he pulled his wife to his side and gently cradled her head to his shoulders. He pressed his lips to the top of her head as he did his best to soothe both her and the baby. A younger Valentino would have smacked any woman who dared to cry in front of him. After all, he wasn’t an overlord known for mercy. But as he appraised his wife’s current  appearance, the very thought of hurting her made him sick to his stomach. Dark circles under her eyes, pajamas that clearly needed to be changed, and hair that looked like it needed to be washed- or at the very least, brushed. But moreso, she seemed beyond exhausted. Sad maybe? Overwhelmed? Sick? He couldn’t tell.  How long had she been alone with a crying baby?

“Alright, honey, we’ll figure it out,” Valentino said finally. “I’ll call the doctor and…”

“You have to work, I shouldn’t have bothered you,” she sobbed through the continued cries. “I tried to call Vox and Velvette, and I just…she’s colicky, and I can’t…I don’t…”

“Hey, hey. No. Always come to us,” he replied quickly. “You’re not in this alone. Come on. You need sleep.” 

The elevator door opened and he carefully guided his wife into the penthouse and nudged her towards the bedroom. 

“Go. I’ve got the baby,” he said gently. “You need to go rest, and…”

“No! She won’t stop crying, she won’t take a bottle, her diaper is dry, I’ve tried everything. You can’t just lay her down! Something is wrong and I, I can’t figure it out,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry! Nothing is working, Val!” Her expression crumbled as she sobbed harder. “I’m a terrible mother. I suck.”  

Unease settled over Valentino. To see his wife, a known angel slayer, merciless ruler of hell, crumble to bits sent alarm bell ringing. He stepped into the nursery and laid the still screaming baby down in the crib before walking out to where she stood, shaking. Wordlessly, he guided her to their bedroom and kissed her forehead. 

“You are not a sucky mother,” he told her firmly. “I want you to lay down and sleep. In silence. You’ll feel better once you’ve rested, I promise. I’ll take care of the baby. You take care of yourself.” 

“I only have one job right now, and I can’t even do that right,” she sobbed. “She’s still…”

Valentino didn’t like to do it. And he knew he would pay for it in spades later. But he bent down and as he pressed his lips to hers, he allowed just the smallest drop of his red liquid slip into her mouth, just enough to make her sleep. He watched as her entire body instantly fell against the bed. Gingerly, he settled her under the covers before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. 

Though distracted momentarily, the sound of the baby crying brought him back to attention. Quickly, he walked back to the former guest bed turned nursery and lifted his daughter from her crib. 

“Shush, mi bebita princessa,” he said softly as he rocked the still crying baby. “It’s okay, Papi is here. Shush.” 

The cries continued. Valentino glanced at the clock. It had been less than a half hour since his wife had showed up at the studio and already the noise was giving him a headache. He settled down in the rocking chair and with one arm supporting her, the other quickly called the pediatrician. 

One long list of suggestions later, with the promise of a house visit if none of them worked, Valentino stood up and carried the baby towards the bathroom. 

“Does your tummy hurt?” He asked aloud softly. “Shuddh. Daddy will try to make it better. Let’s try a warm bath, okay?” 

With one hand holding her securely, the other turned on the faucet, filling the infant bath tub that currently occupied one side of the vanity. As he waited for it to fill up, he laid his daughter on the changing table and tugged off her diaper and onesie. 

“I know sweetheart,” he said softly as she continued to cry. “Let’s see if this helps.” 

As soon as the water was comfortably warm, he added a few drops of lavender oil and settled her in the tub. Gentle as he could, he carefully ran a soft washcloth over her body, cooing to her as he did. To his relief, she seemed to settle ever so slightly. 

“Did the warm water help?” He asked as he lifted her from the tub and wrapped her in a towel. “Papi will put you in some clean clothes and rub your tummy and if that doesn’t work, we’re going to try a baba again, okay?” 

Her only response was to continue to cry. Unbothered, he laid her back down and dressed her in a diaper. He hesitated slightly as he laid his hand on her tummy. The doctor had suggested a gentle massage, but the fear of hurting her- and causing more discomfort- flitted through his mind. Carefully, as gently as he could, he pressed down and gently rubbed in a clockwise direction, just as the doctor had suggested.

“Does that feel better?” he asked softly. “Does it help your tummy?”

Valentino watched her facial expression change. A green stain on the previously white changing pad slowly crept out from under her and suddenly, her cries stopped. All of his experience on the club scene had made him immune to the worst of scents, and his daughter was no exception. 

“Still better than drunk adults,” Valentino told her as he lifted her. “You’re going to need another bath though.”

To his relief, she giggled. He quickly discarded the now soiled diaper and sat her up, wiping her down with her damp towel as quickly as he could. 

“The rest will come off in the bath,” he told her. “You’re yucky. But I love you.” 

She babbled and he carefully laid her in the still warm water. A quick wipe down with a washcloth and a rinse in the open sink later, he wrapped her in a fresh towel and carried her out of the bathroom. 

“You’re lucky your Aunt Velvette designed this room,” he told her as he laid her on the changing table closest to the crib. “She thought of everything. I don’t know any other baby in the world that has not one, not two, not even three- but four whole changing tables. And two cribs. You know, just in case one gets yucky.” He unwrapped her and dressed her in a fresh diaper and onesie. “Babies are yucky. Yes they are. Doesn’t mean I love you any less, but you’re yucky.” 

Once she was dressed, he lifted her up and carried her out to the kitchen. With one arm supporting her, he made a bottle and pressed it to her lips. To his relief, she latched on quickly. He carried her across the room and sank onto the couch as he fed her, relishing in the silence. 

“She isn’t crying,” came his wife’s quivering voice. “How did you get it to stop?”

Valentino looked up to see his wife standing next to the couch, her eyes filled with tears. To his dismay, it didn’t look like she had done more than get an hour or so of sleep. 

“She had a major blowout,” he replied calmly. “A warm bath and I rubbed her belly. That’s all. Come here, bebita. Let me hold both my girls.” 

“Son of a bitch,” she whispered as she sank down next to him. “Val, I tried that, I couldn’t…”

“It was nothing I did,” he said quickly. “Just the right time. You did everything right.”

“Apparently not,” she whispered. 

Valentino set the empty bottle to the side and shifted his daughter upright. He snagged a clean cloth from the table and laid her head on his shoulder as he patted her back firmly. 

“She’ll probably sleep after this,” Valentino said quietly. “Why don’t you go take a shower? Spend some time taking care of yourself? You’ll feel better, mi amore.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You’re a good mom. And being a good mom is a full time job, and some. I’m glad you came to find me today. You don’t have to do this alone, my love.” 

“But that's all I do right now, I shouldn’t have to bother you,” she whispered back. “I…Uncle Lucifer won’t let me work, because…”

“Because having a baby is a full time job. And recovering from giving birth is another full time job,” he replied firmly. “And you can’t go through days like today alone, without a break. You deserve to shower, and eat, and drink and do all the things the rest of us do while working. You do not have to sacrifice yourself and your sanity to take care of an infant.” He leaned over and kissed her again. “Now, please mi amore- take the next few hours to do all the things you’ve been neglecting to do.”

“Val, I…” 

“Not up for discussion,” he told her firmly. “Go.” 

To his relief, she stood up and vanished into their bedroom. As soon as he was good and sure his daughter was ready, he laid her down in her crib.

“Now, Uncle Vox has his eyes on you,” he told her as he checked the position of the cameras. “So be good. But cry if you need anything.”

She babbled in response, but stayed quiet as he turned and walked away, his eyes on the video footage of her on his phone. To his relief, she fell asleep almost instantly. 

Several hours later, his wife lay snuggled up against him in their bed. Time spent soaking in a hot bath, clean pjs, her favorite dinner and lots of rest, his wife looked more like herself.

“I married the best man,” she told him as she snuggled into his chest. “Thanks, Val.”

He looked down at her. “You don’t get to thank me for being a father. She’s half mine you know.”

She laughed and snuggled into his neck. “Yeah, but…”

“No buts,” he replied lightly. “You’re mom, I’m dad. And you have Auntie Velvette and Uncle Vox to lean on. Don’t let yourself get to that point again mi amore, promise?”

“I promise.”

[taylitruther]

Max’s motivations confuse me.

This isn’t a Max hate post. I actually think his inconsistent motivations make him a compelling character to watch, especially as the season(s) continue and he develops more.

Example A: He takes the job on the Odyssey on the first place because he wants a better work life balance. Except, now he’s living where he’s working. Speaking from some level of experience (RA at my college for 3 years), living where you work is actually kind of sucky if you want balance. You have to put in a lot of effort to turn off work mode.

Plus, all of your friends are then also your coworkers (or in his case, your boss or subordinates). It’s hard to relax and let your guard down, especially for someone as Type A as Max.

And he should know this difficulty. As an accomplished doctor who has worked in remote areas, I can’t imagine he was living very far from his patients and any coworkers he did have, who ultimately would be his friends as well.

So, why did Dr. Max Bankman really take the job?

Example B: He dances with and kisses Avery (his subordinate) literal minutes after Tristan (his other subordinate) confesses that he loves her.

Like, he knows he’s going to have to work with these people for the rest of the cruising season. Why would he invite that potential tension into the infirmary?

Example C: His “one-woman man” speech in reflection of the threesome. More specifically the fact that he gives the speech to both Avery and Tristan, but then doesn’t have any sort of follow up with Avery alone about being his “one woman”.

He said he enjoyed it, he had a good time. He didn’t mention anything in it about them being his subordinates, and we know he is distinctly attracted to Avery (see Example B). Why would he not say anything to her?

I think Max Bankman is not a confusing character, but a confused man, which makes him a compelling character to watch. And I am so excited to see him develop.

[effy-writes]

Hii!! I really love your writing and I saw that you're taking requests

WARNING up a head

I would like to know if you would be okay with writing a scenario involving Fizz and Ozzie with a reader (female or gender-neutral) who has epilepsy. The reader has been experiencing frequent seizures due to getting less sleep, stressing over work, missing a few doses of their medication (meds were pricey and they felt like a burden to them), and eating chocolate that was gifted by a coworker (they'd feel bad for declining), despite being aware that it's a trigger factor.

I've been going in and out of the hospital for the past 2 months due to high fever (after I fell off the stairs and hit my head) and seizure monitoring and despite being an adult, I feel like a burden to my parents because they have to look after me and pay for everything (and I try to skip a few days of meds to make them last a little bit longer) 🥲🥲🥲

And if you ever feel uncomfortable writing this, you can just ignore it! Mwah, have a good day/evening, loves!!

holy shit are you okay 😭😭 and thank you for requesting! and also thank you for the compliment!

also i didn’t know if you wanted one shot or HC so this is like a little bit of both i think

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Fizz x GN!Epileptic! Reader x Ozzie HC

•You haven’t been epileptic your whole life. It all started when doing a performance at Ozzie’s and fell off a platform and hit your head. Obviously, your polyamorous relationship with Fizz and Ozzie were worried sick about you. They took you to a hospital straight away (and since it’s hell, it was a pretty sucky hospital), all they said was that you had a concussion.

• Going back to Ozzie’s house they made you take things slow and refused to let you do things. It was killing you though. Everyone at Ozzie’s loved your performances and the customers paid lots of money to go see you, and because of your injury you obviously can’t perform. So, customers ended up not going.

• You felt extremely guilty for it, but Fizz kept reassuring you that him and Ozzie aren’t mad. They just want you to get better.

•Well, things got even worse. A few days later you had a horrible fever. You felt so weak to even talk and your skin was burning up. Ozzie was the first to notice this. He took your temperature and was horrified whenever it came out to 105° F, which is a deadly fever. He immediately got Fizz and they took you to the hospital yet again. Since you’re an Imp they didn’t care, but after Ozzie showed his true form they took you seriously and monitored you.

•That same day Ozzie had to go to a very important Hell meeting so he left Fizz with you. He realized you looked worse even though they gave you IV medicine. When he saw your body shaking and eyes rolling back he freaked the fuck out. He called out for some nurses or doctors and they quickly gave you seizure medicine to stop the seizure. Obviously you were “blacked out” for this, so you don’t remember much. Fizz on the other hand was hyperventilating and got worried sick. He couldn’t call Ozzie because of him being at the meeting, so he held your hand and told you it’s going to be okay while you’re asleep.

•After some very expensive days at the hospital they officially diagnosed you with Early Post Traumatic seizure. Basically epilepsy. The moment you got this information you broke down. Ozzie rubbed your back while Fizz squeezed your hand. It hurt them to see you like this. The doctors prescribed expensive seizure medicine to take daily to prevent more seizures.

•Finally you were able to go back home and hoped things would go back to normal. Ozzie paid for the medication while Fizz reminded you to take them. The next couple of months the seizures became less frequent and almost disappeared.

•You were still able to perform (after months of begging, but they soon gave in because they saw you haven’t had a seizure in a while). However, Ozzie made a deal with you. You can only perform on Friday and Saturday nights and made it “seizure friendly” (basically on those days they refuse to show flashing lights), and because of those seizure friendly days more people started showing up because they also have epilepsy!!

•Your polyamorous relationship anniversary is coming up and you wanted to do something special. And lucky for you, it landed on a friday. You’ve been preparing this for months, you wanted it to be something completely different and wanted it to be special. However, you could only practice the dance with the backup dancers super early in the day (like 4 am) so Ozzie and Fizz won’t see what you’re getting up to. You’ll sneak out of the bedroom and head on down to Ozzie’s and meet the backup dancers there to practice.

•Because you’ve been getting less sleep and you’re stressed out fixing up this anniversary present, your seizures have been acting up. The first incident was that you were walking from the bedroom to the kitchen (and you stood up too fast) and immediately fell back down as your body compulses. Ozzie was already in the kitchen making breakfast and once he heard something (more like somebody) and saw you shaking he took action and turned you on your side just in case if you throw up. He also grew in size and placed his hand underneath your head so it wouldn’t keep hitting the ground repeatedly. Ozzie kept it cool, but Fizz was hyperventilating (this dude worry’s so much because you mean everything to him).

•You didn’t know how much your medicine costs until Fizz pointed it out. He didn’t mean any harm, he just said “Damn, this shit is more expensive than the Demon Driller 5000.” And yes, that’s saying a lot. He meant it as a joke and didn’t know it made you feel guilty. You wanted to skip the meds, but since Fizz keeps track of it you had to come up with a plan for him to not helicopter you.

•It was actually pretty easy, you told him you wanted to do things yourself and he respected that boundary. You hid the medicine and only took it twice a week, which definitely didn’t help your case.

•Both of your boyfriends were worried sick about you and wanted to take you to the hospital but you always declined (you even got mad at them because of it. You meant no harm but because of the stress and having to deal with seizures just made you on edge).

•At work a coworker gave you chocolate because the anniversary was coming up soon. You didn’t want to eat it because you really didn’t want to have a seizure since they hurt so much. But, you’re a people pleaser and you ate it. Soon enough, you had a seizure 30 minutes later (not while performing because Fizz and Ozzie begged you to not perform once you’ve been seizure free for 2 months).

•After that one, things got heated between you and your boyfriends.

“Is everything okay, babe? We’re so worried about you.” Ozzie rubbed your back.

“I am. Just stressed and tired because of these seizures.”

Fizz laid his body across you and Ozzie, his head on your lap. “Is that all? Or is there something more?”

•You kept it a secret for so long and it sucks because the anniversary is this friday and you really wanted it to be special. So, you told them everything, including skipping meds.

“I haven’t been sleeping a lot and I’m stressed because I’ve been working for months on this stupid performance for our anniversary.” You huffed. “And I may or may not be taking my meds.” You winced.

“WHAT?!” Ozzie yelled, but lowered his voice, “What? Why?”

“It’s too expensive and I feel so guilty that you have to pay and I feel like a burden.”

Fizz shot up, “You’re not a burden! We love you so much and want you to be healthy!”

“Don’t worry about the money, babe. I got it.”

“And sorry for spoiling the surprise.”

“Eh, I figured you were up to something.” Fizz smirked.

“What? How?” You laughed.

“I know you. I knew you longer than Ozzie.” He kissed your nose. “I can tell when you’re keeping secrets. But I’m VERY pissed at you for not taking your meds.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

Ozzie combed through your hair with his fingers, “Don’t ever apologize, and don’t ever skip your meds. I’m flattered you wanted to do a special performance for us, but we also care deeply about you. You’re not a burden, you’re our lover.”

[raynetheinsane]

more thunderbolts as football fans cus i have ideas™️

yelena and bob love to ragebait john about football by boldly saying blatantly wrong things, like yelena once said “lamar jackson is a shitty qb” just to piss john off (cus my man would love lamar jackson and nobody can convince me otherwise) (yelena also knows this is wrong but she doesnt care cus it makes john mad)

similar vein, bob knows enough about college football to get into fights but not get out of them (something my mom says a lot)

yelena bet on a game once, had like a 6 part parlay and lost like $300, bucky banned sports betting after that

shortly after she got into football, yelena chose to make the team play a game as her bonding activity for the week (a la the best friends thanksgiving ep), her and John were team captains, John got Bob and Alexei, Yelena got Ava and Bucky (teams were decided very deliberately, John got Bob who knows enough about football to be a pain but also Alexei who doesnt ever follow rules and is therefore a sucky player, Yelena got Ava and Bucky who are both average) Yelena won

Football is not allowed to be on in the Watchtower living room because both John (rage issues) and Yelena (just likes being loud) are rowdy football watchers and when they get riled up it riles Alexei up and then that makes Ava more active too and it all just creates a positive feedback loop that gives Bucky a headache

Ava does not understand football whatsoever (she prefers soccer), she pretends to though

when they were watching the draft, after every pick Yelena would ask John and Bob how good they are. John and Bob got into an argument about one of their ratings of how good a player is

For christmas, the thunderbolts as a group got Madden and College Football for the trio, who did not leave the TV for weeks after. Unfortunately, they only have one game system in the tower

Because of this they slept in shifts, Yelena and Bob would sleep on the couch while John played, then John would go to sleep and Yelena would take over, then Yelena would sleep and Bob would take over. They only stopped playing cus there was a mission that needed everyone

John is a Falcons fan on the sole principle that hes from Georgia, no he doesnt give a shit that theyve never won a superbowl and he says every year that “they’ll win it this year” his other favorite team is the Ravens

Bob likes the Crimson Tide for no other reason than he loves saying “Roll Tide”

Bob got into college football when he was on drugs because it was something he could enjoy without being high

Yelena claims to like the Saints to piss John off but shes actually an undercover Vikings fan (she fell in love with the touchdown dances and started watching them for that and ended up loving the playstyle too)

these bitches dont play abt the superbowl. its the only time of year theyre allowed to use the living room TV, John cooks enough food to feed an army, Sam and Joaquin get invited, its a whole party (they also decorate the outside of avengers tower with the color of the team they want to win, which always stirs up controversy. it also majorly skews betting odds because a surprising number of people bet specifically based on what the avengers want. Theres also a common bet before the playoffs for what color the tower will be)

[nitewrighter]

Who do you think would be the best DC hero to appear in MAWS and why is it Wonder Woman?

...I think the best DC hero to show up in MAWS is Mister Miracle, actually.

-We already have hints at Apokolips as one of the factors which took down the Kryptonian Empire and Scott was raised on Apokolips.

-MAWS already has a major focus on technology as part of its worldbuilding and Mister Miracle is a very tech-y gadget-y superhero with the added benefit of also being from space like Superman. Also the fact that his flight is dependent on his Aero-discs would give him a noticeable visual contrast to Superman's style of flight.

-Scott's Mister Miracle definitely has an aspect of PERFORMANCE!! and SHOWMANSHIP!!! as part of his overall superhero persona which would be a fun contrast against Clark's more warm and gentle Superman.

-It would literally be so so so funny to see Scott nearly kill himself multiple times with his crazy Mister Miracle stunts and freak Clark the fuck out only for Scott to be perfectly fine.

-You have a very cool potential drama factor since Scott could be a refugee of both Apokolips's general suckiness and Krypton's attempts at conquest, so he could have a lot of potential interactions with Kara.

-Mister Miracle and Big Barda are basically a package deal, which means MAWS would have TWO wifeguys now, plus Scott and Barda also have a size difference like Clark and Lois but it's gender-swapped.

-Introducing the New Gods is a good way to HINT at Darkseid without immediately cramming Darkseid down everyone's throats.

-Introducing non-trinity Superheroes is a good way to significantly expand MAWS's universe without elbowing out Lois and Jimmy as Clark's primary co-stars.

-I love them.

BONUS: Basically since we see Clark be very conscientious about how much damage he can do as Superman, it would be very funny to have that contrasted against Scott and Barda, with Barda FUCKING WRECKING EVERYTHING and Scott cheering her on.

I love Diana, I do, but the heart and soul of her character is magic and mythology, and I feel it would be really difficult to introduce her to the MAWS-universe in a way that meshes with that show's worldbuilding without changing massive parts of her character. Again, I stress: I would prefer if other members of the Trinity got their own shows establishing them in their own rights rather than just being shoehorned into MAWS.

[artemisthemooner]

Chapter 8: Yelling

Chapter 7

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CW: Fae AU!Johnny MacTavish x GN!Reader, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Yelling, Mentions of kidnapping, Arguing, Power Struggle between Soap and Ghost, Threats of violence, Features both of them being lowkey gay for each other, Sucky Scottish and equally as bad Mancunian

Summary: Ghost drags Soap outside to 'talk' (read yell at him) where they have a bit of a scuffle. Ghost threatens Soap into telling The Captain all about his issue with Birdie. At the same time, they discover that Birdie has flown the coop and is nowhere to be found.

Author's Note: This is like one of my favorite chapters that I've written mostly because I love the inherent trust and loyalty between Soap and Ghost both in this and in the canon material. I seem to be getting past my writers block luckily so hopefully I'll have a new chapter out on ao3 in the next couple of weeks. Meanwhile, I'll keep posting older chapters here. Anyway, this has been inspired by Peachesofteal's Which Witch fanfic which I highly recommend reading because it's so good.

Word Count: 6032

“Wha’ the ‘ell were ya thinking?!”

Johnny stood there for a minute, just processing. Then he processed some more. Why was he being yelled at again?

Oh, that’s right.

Kidnapping. 

He kidnapped a mortal.

Apparently, it didn’t matter that it was under very extenuating circumstances or that the mortal was a witch who had control over him. All that mattered to Simon was that he had kidnapped a mortal. A human. A major no no.

He didn’t care that you had tethers embedded in his soul. He probably would only care if he was the one you had put hooks into. Johnny was sure of it.

“Well? Anythin’ ta say fer yaself?” Simon asked again, his hands propped up on his hips.

Johnny stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and shrugged. He knew how much of a petulant child he was being. He didn’t care. He had very well earned the right to act as a petulant child.

Simon pinched at the bridge of his nose, half covered by his mask and balaclava. He grumbled and shook his head, muttering, “Johnny…” He growled, shooting him a look.

A zing of electricity went shooting right up his spine, making him stand up straight. It was much like what happened every other time someone said his true name. It acted as a reminder for him that someone held power over him. Simon was using it to his advantage.

Luckily for him, two could play at that game. He returned Simon’s stare, “Simon.” He huffed back, standing all of his weight on one leg, putting himself in a stance that he hoped radiated pure sass. If he had affected Simon, he didn’t know it.

The two of them shared this look between them and continued to for a while.

At least until Johnny broke down and slammed his head into the stone wall behind him. A momentary ache radiated out from the impact point but if he was in any actual pain, he didn’t show it. He stared at the ceiling and sighed in defeat, “They have power over me.” He admitted shamefully into the silent air.

The only sound Simon made in return was a forceful exhalation of air from his covered nose. Ever a man of few words, that was practically him cursing up a storm.

Johnny let his head fall forward and into his open hands. Somehow, this was a way worse experience than when he had to admit the very same thing to Gaz. He couldn’t believe that it had only been three days ago when he did that. It had felt like a week. Maybe it had actually been a week and he just hadn’t realized.

Compelled to answer only by the silence of the charged air in the hall, he began to explain everything using only the one breath he had in his lungs.

He didn’t get more than a word into the whole thing before Simon stopped him in his tracks, “No.”

Johnny could barely lift his head to stare at him. But somehow, he managed it. Simon was staring at him with eyes much too wild for his liking, and damn, that was an achievement all on its own.

He blinked, finally registering what exactly he had said. He chuckled and shook his head in an insane amount of bewilderment, “No??? Si, ye canne jus’-- It already happened. There’s nocht ye can do about it.” 

Simon’s eyes hardened into ice behind his mask and his lips pursed into a straight line. He was thinking. And hard by the looks of it. He was coming up with a plan. Maybe he’d have more luck at it than Johnny had. He was always the planner after all. 

Johnny may have been smart on his own, certainly enough to come up with a plan all by himself, but there was something about Simon that just tamed him. When it came to him, he was much more akin to a loyal and well-trained dog. Simon gave the orders and Johnny carried them out, no questions asked. 

Simon started pacing back and forth, like a dark looming cloud of pure shadow. Although, that was also something he always tended to resemble, so that wasn’t too surprising to see. What was surprising to see was how concerned he looked. He watched as he strode back and forth, his eyes bouncing with his movements. 

Finally, he came to a stop and spun to face him, “No.” He said again, like it was some sort of holy revelation or epiphany.

Johnny honestly wondered if he was just going bonkers and if he needed to tell The Captain about it. He sighed, rubbing at his temples, “Si…”

“No, no, Johnny, listen.” His tone was sharp as a knife and Johnny’s spine straightened right up again. Oh, the consequences of letting him have so much power over his soul.

He snarled, “Oi! Dinnae do tha’ tae me, ye arse!”

“Jus’ listen to me.” Simon rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Whatever. Ah’m listenin’.” He grumbled, done with all of the theatrics, but that was Simon for you. Always dramatic. 

“I don’t give two shits how it happened or why ya let it happen–”

“Ye say tha’ as if Ah had any choice in the matter.” He interrupted with a comment and was immediately silenced from providing any further commentary by Simon’s withering glare.

“If ya’d let me finish?” He sighed, sounding exhausted and completely done with him. 

Maybe if he kept it up, he could get him to finally leave and he could go back inside and deal with you. There was still a conversation to be had between the two of you. One about your little stunt a year ago. It was sure to be peppered with many thinly veiled threats, but still. It had to happen eventually.

He let out a huffy breath but gestured for him to continue nonetheless.

“Good.” Simon nodded, “Wha’ I’d like ta know is if ya’ve told Price yet.” He looked at Johnny expectantly, like he was hoping for him to tell him he had.

But Johnny didn’t know what to tell him. He knew how ticked he’d be if he found out the truth, but he also knew how pissed off The Captain would be if he found out. He would never get the chance to talk to you. He’d never find out why you had sought out a Fae in the first place, let alone what you needed one for. There had to be a reason behind it all. A method to your madness. There was always a ‘why’ behind any given action. He just had to find yours.

But if he was forced to tell The Captain before he could take the time he needed to talk to you, he would never find that out. 

He couldn’t tell him the truth, but he also couldn’t lie to him. He was, quite literally, physically unable to. His tongue would never allow him the luxury of telling a sweet sweet lie. No Fae could. He frowned and grumbled out his answer. It was barely understandable, even to him.

Simon shook his head, “Tha’s wha’ I thought.” He sighed and pinned him down with one look, “Ya need ta tell him, Johnny. He needs ta know.”

“No can do, Si.” He vehemently shook his head, the shiver of his name hitting him in the center of his lungs and making his breath catch.

“An why is tha’?” He was quickly getting done with him. He could tell as much.

He snapped back, “Do ye even ken wha’ will happen if Ah tell ‘im?” He asked, impatience heavy in his tone. There was no way Simon didn’t know.

“He’d certainly be more capable of dealing wit it than ya would be!” He shouted back, throwing up his arms.

“Maybe Ah dinnae wan’ ‘im tae deal with it!” He stomped his foot. The sound echoed through the hall.

Simon scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Maybe ya should.”

“Well, Ah dinnae wanna.” 

“Stop bein’ so damned stubborn, Johnny.” 

Another zing of power ran through his body, tracing up and down his spine, over each one of his individual vertebrae. He groaned and shivered, “Knock tha’ shit off, Si. ‘s not fair.”

“Wha’s no’ fair is ya no’ tellin’ Price about all this. Do ya wan’ him to be completely blindsided when it’s found out?” Simon glared at him.

“It willnae be found out.” Johnny defended with a scoff. 

“Is tha’ fact or are ya guessin’?”

He kissed his teeth, “No one will find out anything. Hell’s bells, Simon.”

Simon’s shoulders shot ramrod straight for a second before he rolled them back out and growled at him. His eyes squinted behind the mask to show his displeasure. Johnny was sure he was going to reach forward and throttle him senseless with his own two hands, all for that singular comment and use of his name. 

But he didn’t. 

His gloved hands clenched together, then smoothed out against his leg, his thick fingers tap, tap, tapping away at his black cargo pants. He chuckled darkly, ducking his head. Few things scared Johnny, but that was definitely one of them. It didn’t help that when he raised his head again, his eyes were glinting a soft black, like he had just found himself some new human prey to take advantage of. Johnny hated when he did that. It never failed to creep him out and believe him, he had known Simon for a long time. Simon definitely knew the effect it had on him. 

He pressed himself back against the wall, as far away from his intimidating comrade as he could, “Wha’? Why’re ye lookin’ at me like tha’?” He asked, although he found himself not really wanting to know the answer. Usually, that look, coming from Simon, meant danger. It meant he was planning something and it was going to be something Johnny was not going to like. Not one bit. He tended to avoid Simon when he got like this. But he couldn’t do that now. He was trapped between a rock and a hard place there.

Simon’s head cocked to one side, which just made it all the more worse. If the eyes alone weren’t creepy enough, the mask and that look definitely added to it in a way he never liked. Johnny shivered as an unsettling feeling rose up through his spine from the bottom of his toes. Simon grinned, knowing how he affected him. That definitely did not help. He finally spoke, “Oh, it’s nothin’...” He shrugged.

Johnny wanted to sock him one, right in the jaw. Maybe followed by one right in the gut and a kick to the nuts. Anything to wipe that smug grin off his face. He scowled and pushed forward. He got right in his face and glared up at him, “Tis not ‘nothin’’, Si. Wha’ the hell are ye plannin’?”

Simon’s eyes glided up Johnny’s face and landed on a spot just above his head. He smirked a little more but said nothing. It was like he knew something Johnny didn’t.

He grabbed him by the bottom of his mask and dragged him down more to his level to look him in the eyes, “Wha’ is it?”

He grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. But he still wasn’t answering him.

Anger rose in Johnny like bile from his stomach. He pulled Simon’s face closer to his, “Si.” 

“Johnny.” Simon finally returned, cooing mockingly.

His spine straightened involuntarily and he let out a deep growl under his breath, “Simon.”

If it had affected him again, he didn’t let it show. That only pissed Johnny off more. Stupid brick wall of a bastard.

Simon’s eyes left his and travelled back up, focusing on that one spot right above his head. When he tried looking for whatever he was staring so intently at, he found nothing there. He whipped his head back to glare at him, fury burning at his core, “Wha’ in the hell’s bells are ye gawkin’ at there, huh?” He shook Simon like a very large maraca, desperate to get an answer from the painfully stoic man.

At least it worked this time. Simon put his hands on Johnny’s wrists, smiling as he pulled his hands away from his mask, “Yer antlers. They’re showin’.” 

He couldn’t believe it.

All of that runaround just to be so smug when he finally told him.

He knew he should’ve punched him in the nuts.

“Ye fuckin’ bawbag!” He shouted and released him, patting desperately at his head. 

Sure enough, in his anger, he had forgotten to keep his glamour up and his antlers were showing. Ever tall and ever proud, like two large tree branches, they sprouted from either side of his head, twisting and turning. He groaned in annoyance, mostly directed at the smug arsehole across from him, “Yer a fuckin’ arsehole. Ye should’ve told me.” 

“I did tell ya.” He shrugged, leaning back against the wall, out of Johnny’s immediate reach. He was enjoying this way too much.

“After the fact!” He screeched at him louder than he meant to in his fury. There was no way his antlers were going away. Not with how angry and stressed he was. He needed to calm down.

Although, that was going to be difficult enough as is, for a number of reasons. Mainly two. One reason was because of how smug Simon was. The other reason was because of how much he wanted to just pummel Simon’s smug face into a pulp. But, unfortunately, he had enough power over him already. Even if he had let him have it in the first place, there was no way Johnny was going to be letting him have any more. That would be really idiotic of him.

Then again, there were times when he really wasn’t as smart as he should have been. Like that very moment.

It was happening before he even knew what was going on. He was already throwing the punch and he was already following through when he realized what he was even doing. But he didn’t stop himself either. 

He wanted to fight. 

He needed to fight.

Also before he knew it, he was being grabbed and restrained against the broad planes of Simon’s chest. Once he figured it out, he started kicking and fighting back. But no matter what he did, it did not work. He was stuck, both arms behind his back, pinned by Simon’s gloved hand. He grumbled, hissed, and growled, sounding much like a wild animal caught in a trap.

In a lot of ways, he was. 

Simon kept him there for a while, at least until he calmed down some more. Which did take a while.

When he had finally stopped his fighting, he whined pitifully under his breath, struggling only briefly, “Si, c’mon.” He tilted his head back to meet Simon’s eyes. He hated sounding like that, so pitiful and small. Weak. He was none of those things usually.

Simon was enjoying it however. His grin came back, as smug as it had been before. Maybe even more so. He met Johnny’s eyes, “Are ya done?”

He grumbled and rested his head against Simon’s chest, “Aye.” He gritted through his teeth.

“Good boy.” Simon nodded and dropped him on his feet. Johnny hadn’t even realized he had been off the ground in the first place.

He stumbled forward, almost landing head first in his own front door. He whipped back around, “Arsehole.” He grunted, wiping at his t-shirt, “Ye dinnae have tae held me so long, ye ken.” 

Simon shrugged nonchalantly, as he did everything, “Only way ta get ya ta stop and listen ta me.”

“Ah would’ve listened without it!” 

“Uh huh.” Simon was not believing it.

To be honest, neither was Johnny. He huffed and rolled his eyes.

Simon let out an amused huff of air, staring at him, or more at his soul, “Are ya finally ready to listen or do I need ta restrain ya some more? Ya know I’d be more than willin’.” 

It was the way he asked that made Johnny deeply aware that it was not a question in any sense of the word. It was a command. He was telling him to listen.

He gritted his teeth, ever the feral dog ready to bite, and nodded, “Wha’ is it.” He stared at his feet.

“Ya need ta tell Price.”

Johnny’s head whipped up to meet Simon’s cold eyes. He shook his head vehemently, “No. Ah told ye this. No way in all of the courts am Ah tellin’ him. He would have my head.”

“Fine. I’ll tell him.” 

“Ye willnae!” He practically screamed. 

Simon stared at him, utterly unaffected and unimpressed by how he was behaving. He stepped up to him, forcing Johnny to crane his head back just to meet his eye. He stared down the bridge of his crooked nose, “Ya will tell him, or I will. Which do ya think will go over better?” 

Another order disguised as an ultimatum and a question. He saw the truth of what he was saying.

Simon was telling…No. Commanding him. He was commanding him to be the one to inform The Captain of his issue. Otherwise, there would be consequences that he would have to live with. Like Simon taking matters into his own hands and telling him himself.

Either way, he was screwed.

If he was the one to tell The Captain, there was no way he would get the answers he so craved. He wouldn’t even be allowed to leave his home, let alone the Faelands.

But if Simon was the one to tell him?

He might as well be as worse as you, running and hiding like a coward. He wouldn’t be any better in the end. 

If Simon told The Captain, he would lose much more than just his freedom. He would completely lose his trust, and that was a dangerous thing to lose. More dangerous than losing a human with power over a Fae. And with the amount of hooks and tethers The Captain had in him, it just increased tenfold. Losing that trust would be like death for a mortal. There would be no coming back from that. Not for him anyway.

He scowled at the thought and cursed in his head. He hated this. He hated ultimatums. 

“Well?” Simon prompted him, raising his eyebrow high on his forehead. Don’t ask how Johnny knew that’s what he was doing.

He made a noncommittal grunt in return. He was desperately wracking his head for ideas. There had to be a way for him to avoid telling The Captain now that Simon knew his secret too. There was nothing there yet, but he was sure he could just stall him long enough for him to be able to come up with some sort of idea. He could do that. No problem.

“Gimme a bit, aye?” He tried.

“Mm.” Simon grumbled, but shrugged in resignation, “Fine.”

Very silently and very much in his own head, he celebrated. That gave a bit of time at the very least. If he had to guess, he would put how much longer he had at around ten minutes. Maybe. Really, it depended on what mood Simon was in for the rest of the conversation and how much more he could tick him off. Depending on those factors alone, his timeline could be either extended by a lot, or shortened by a lot. He wasn’t sure how much he liked that. But it definitely made his brain work that much harder in order to come up with a good idea, or just an excuse not to tell The Captain. He could stall some more. He made sure to act as nonchalantly as possible, “Why’d ye come here in the first place anyway? Ye couldnae have known Ah had them in my flat.” He asked, checking his blunt nails like they interested him so very much.

“Kyle texted me. Said ya disappeared last night and never texted him back.” Simon shrugged.

That brought back a burst of memories upon him, all from the night previous. He groaned and facepalmed. He had totally meant to text Gaz after he had gotten you back to his flat, but as soon as he had gotten you in his room, he passed out on the couch and stayed there until quite literally that morning. He had completely forgotten. And as per usual, in the recent events of his life, you were the one to blame. It was all your fault. All of it. If he hadn’t needed to use off of his glamour just to calm you down, he wouldn’t have been so exhausted and he wouldn’t have passed out on the couch from the exhaustion. He would’ve remembered to text Gaz back and he wouldn’t have felt the need to send Simon to check on him at his flat. All your fault.

He grunted, “‘Course he did.” He grumbled, “Tha’ right bastart.”

“Does Kyle know?”

The question didn’t surprise Johnny. He would have asked the same thing, down to the tone of voice. Didn’t mean he was too eager to actually provide an answer. He huffed reluctantly, crossing his arms.

“Johnny.”

His spine straightened and he gnashed his teeth together, “Knock that fuckin’ shit off!”

“Answer me an’ I will.” Simon promised as he stared back, a challenge in his eyes. He was daring Johnny to fight him on it.

He clenched his jaw tighter, “Fine, arsehole. He does ken.”

“Tha’s wha’ I thought. Did he tell ya ta tell Price too?”

“He might’ve warned me off not telling him.” He crossed his arms even tighter.

“He’s a smart cookie tha’ one. Smarter than ya anyway.”

Johnny glared at him, “Hey!”

“Am I wrong?” He asked and Johnny definitely saw that he raised a very judgemental eyebrow underneath his mask, which he took offense to. He took offense to the entire question itself. 

He bared his teeth, “Aye. Very.”

Apparently, he had fallen right into Simon’s nefarious trap. Simon grinned almost instantaneously, his lips twisting up, “Then why are ya the one who got himself hooked by a human if ya’re so smart? Can’t imagine tha’ has ever happened to Kyle.” 

“Awa’ n bile yer heid, arsehole bawlbag!” He cursed loudly, stomping his foot.

“English, Mactavish.” Simon responded dryly, acting as if he didn’t already know what Johnny was saying. He had heard it enough from him after all. There was no way he didn’t know what it translated to. Just as Johnny was doing to him, Simon was attempting to rile him up. Surely just to get him to act as an idiot.

He scowled, squinting his eyes. He leaned forward and growled, “Go fuck yerself, Si.”

“Gladly.” Simon smirked, very much satisfied with himself. Johnny wanted to throw himself to him and punch him again, but he knew what would happen if he did. Simon knew it just as much as he did.

He rolled his eyes, “Ye’re a real pain.”

He shrugged and leaned back against the wall, staring dead-eyed at Johnny, staring into the very depths of his soul. 

He shivered under the weight of his gaze and shot him a very dirty look, “Knock tha’ shit off. Creepy motherfucker.” He muttered, rubbing his hands along his biceps.

Simon kept staring at him. And staring. And staring. In utter silence. That was, until, he finally spoke again, just to say, “Ya need ta tell Price.” He pointed out unhelpfully, “Ya can’t just avoid it fer the rest of yer life. He will find out.” He reiterated.

He guessed the time had come. He had to come up with an excuse and now.

Very lamely, he shrugged, “Ah will. Eventually.”

“No.” Simon shook his head and got up really close. Probably closer than he needed to be.

Johnny blinked and scoffed, looking side to side in the hallway, like there was anybody else to witness this. He shook his head, confused, “No??? Wha’ do ye mean by no???”

“I mean no.” He said again, nodding insistently.

He grumbled, rubbing at his head, “Ugh, c’mon, Si, Ah said Ah would.” He complained, “Innit tha’ wha’ ye wanted? Me tae tell him?”

“Ya said ya’d tell him ‘eventually’. Ya forget tha’ I know ya, Johnny.” He reached forward and pawed at Johnny’s jaw with one massive hand, brushing his thumb over his cheek.

He had to force his spine to slacken, huffing, “Exactly. Ah’ll tell him. Eventually.”

“Yer eventually means ya’ll do it in about a hundred years. By then yer lil mortal master will be dead and very well gone.” Simon looked at him with all the seriousness he could muster, which was a lot. But Johnny didn’t really understand why. Not like he was going to admit that though.

He shrugged, playing it off, “Tha’ sounds alright tae me.”

Simon pulled his hand off his cheek, backing away and pinching at his nose, “I know ya haven’t been around tha’ long but tha’ doesn’t mean ya should be such a goddamned idiot.”

“Oi!”

“The longer ya avoid tellin’ him, the more trouble ya’ll be in, ya know that, yeah?”

Unfortunately, Johnny did know that. He knew it all too well. But he was already in too deep. At this point, he was just hoping he could get all of it resolved before it went on too long. And that was going to happen after Simon was gone, when he could finally go back into his flat and have that long awaited conversation with you. You would not be getting away from him ever again, not when he knew where you lived and who you were friends with. He would have that conversation with you, even if it killed one of you. More likely you than him though. You humans were always so weak compared to the Fae.

He grumbled, “‘Course ya ken tha’. Ah’m not tha’ much o’ an idjit.”

“Hard to believe.” Simon muttered under his breath, “So ya understand tha’ ya need ta tell him sooner, not later.”

“Uh-huh.” He nodded uselessly, mumbling half under his breath. He really did not want to agree with Simon, even though he knew he needed to.

“So ya’ll tell him?” Simon’s eyebrows rose again, Johnny could tell.

He closed his eyes and rubbed at his eyes, “Mhmmm..” He really did not want to. Maybe he could still get out of it if he tried hard enough.

Or so he thought.

“Johnny.” Simon grabbed at his face again, his warm hands encapsulating his cheeks. He forced his eyes open and into his gaze.

The tingle that travelled up his spine was warm and crackly, like a wood fire burning through his system. Despite that, he shivered, “Wha’?”

“Tell me ya’ll tell him.”

Johnny sighed in defeat, his head tilting back. Simon’s roughened and gloved hands forced it forward again so his eyes stayed focused on his. He relented, in utter annoyance, “Fine. Ah’ll tell him.” He couldn’t believe himself. He couldn’t believe how easily he had given into Simon’s demands. 

He could’ve sworn he had more fight in him than that.

Apparently not.

“Good boy.” Simon praised him, patting at his cheeks. His hands then slipped back to his sides, right into his pockets.

He frowned deeply, practically scowling in return. He hated this. He didn’t need to be praised for giving into some demands. He didn’t want to be praised for it either. He didn’t want to be praised for giving in. He crossed his arms, “Whatever.” He grumbled, “Since ye got wha’ ye need from me, Ah suppose ye’re done here and ye can go?”

“Maybe.” Simon leaned back against the wall, regarding him with a cool expression, “Unless ya’ve got something else ya’re hidin’ from me…But ya wouldn’t do that, now would ya, Johnny?” His eyes glinted, just daring him to try hiding anything bigger than you, or a breadbox, from him. 

If he did have anything else to hide, Johnny was sure Simon would be the one to find it.

Invasive bastard.

He reached for his front door and looked back at him expectantly, his hand wrapped around the door handle and ready to push it open, “Would ye like to have a look fer yerself an’ confirm tha’ Ah’m not?”

“I might take you up on that offer.” Simon cocked his head and gestured for him to open the door.

He did so, pushing the door open further and walking back inside, “C’mon then. Let’s have a look-see.”

He didn’t realize it at the time, but something was different inside his flat. Something was off. Something was missing.

But he was too busy grumbling to notice, wondering why he had even bothered to offer in the first place. He knew that it was only going to be more trouble for him than it was all worth. Possibly even more trouble than you were. 

Not to mention, it made it so that he had to continue delaying talking to you even more than he would have liked. 

It made no sense to him why he offered. He had known deep down that Simon was going to want to have a look. Even if he was absolutely sure Johnny had nothing to hide, he would still make sure to have a look. It was just the way he was. Johnny knew that. For as long as he had known him, it was just the way he always had been. 

Just as Gaz had always been charming and The Captain had always been commanding, Simon had always been more suspicious than all of them combined. Johnny had never really been sure why that was the case and he never wanted to figure out the reasoning behind it. It was Simon’s business after all. 

Just as Johnny’s was whatever was in his flat. Which should’ve been you.

At least, it would’ve been, if you were still there. 

But you weren’t. 

Finally he had realized what had felt so off about his place. He had figured out what was missing. It was you. 

He wasn’t sure how exactly he knew that, but he did.

It didn’t help that as soon as Simon walked into his flat for the second time that day, he bee-lined it straight to the kitchen and stopped dead center. He looked around, then back at Johnny, who was standing in the entrance way. He frowned, “Where’d they go?” 

That just confirmed the bad feeling that had settled into his bones and nestled in the deepest crevices of his soul. He clenched his fists and looked around, “Ah dinnae. Ah thought Ah left ‘em right here..”

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that one bit. He really hoped you were just off hiding somewhere and you hadn’t just completely escaped. But he also had the bad feeling he was very wrong.

“How did ya lose a human? They’re the easiest damned things ta take care of.” Simon remarked.

Johnny shot him a dirty look, “As if ye’ve had any experience with them either! Besides, it’s not completely my fault. Ye were here too!” 

“Yer human, yer responsibility.” Simon shrugged and plopped his ass down on the nearest stool. Instead of being helpful, he took to watching Johnny and being generally UNhelpful.

He rolled his eyes, “Awa’ n bile yer heid. Help me find them, aye? Instead of sittin’ there all pretty.” He drifted into the next closest room, just as he was hearing Simon getting off the stool and starting to move around. As empty as it was, it was meant to be an office. Though, he never used it as such. It was just as barren as the day he had bought the place.

Luckily, that also meant you had no place to hide from him in there. After all, there was no furniture to crouch behind.

He moved on through the halls, ducking his head into each room on his side of the flat and checking them out. 

He could hear the distant yet very distinct sounds of Simon moving through the rooms on the other side, also ones that he never used, separated by the living room that was never used either.

Since there was no sign of you in the rooms he had checked, he returned to the kitchen. It just so happened that he was returning right at the same time Simon was. They met over the kitchen island, staring at each other with concern in their eyes.

He leaned against the counter, bracing himself with his hands, “Anythin’?”

Simon shook his head, crossing his arms on the island counter, “Not one sign of ‘em. It’s like they never existed.” He commented, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Aye.” He begrudgingly agreed, then sighed in exhaustion. Only you would be bold and cocky enough to escape from a Fae’s flat, if that was even the case. It was likely to be that, but he couldn’t help but wonder if you had just cast some sort of spell that made them completely oblivious to your presence. It would make sense if that were the case. That kind of spell would be very well within the purview of your supposed power level. He had seen plenty of witches with power levels similar to yours cast those kinds of spells.

The only minor discrepancy to that theory of his was that, even if you were more powerful than he could have first thought, Fae like him and Simon could typically sense when a spell had been cast in their general vicinity. But he wasn’t getting any feeling like that. Not even a tingle when he went past a dark corner. That led him to believe that, for some bizarre reason, you had not used a spell to escape them.

But if that wasn’t the case, how could you have gotten past them in the first place? 

You couldn’t have used the front door, not with them standing right outside having their conversation. They would’ve seen the door open.

You couldn’t have gone out a window either. His flat was not very close to the ground, so any attempt to jump out would have certainly ended in a painful death, knowing how fragile humans and their bones were. 

There was no way you weren’t still in the flat. They had to have just missed you somehow.

He sighed and buried his head in his hands, wracking his mind for some sort of solution to this puzzling situation. They had to find you. He had to talk to you. He had so many questions for you.

Finally, he thought of something they could do. He looked up and met Simon’s dead-eye stare. Simon raised his eyebrow again, a questioning look in his eye. Johnny pushed himself off the counter and started off at a brisk pace towards the other side of the flat. The side Simon had been searching. He glanced over his shoulder as he walked, “Let’s switch. Ye search tha’ side.” He told him as he ducked into one of his guest rooms, gesturing towards the other end of the flat. The side he had been searching originally. Simon nodded and walked off towards that side.

Johnny, warmed with a new purpose in his step, went through each and every room with a fine tooth comb, looking for you. 

He was starting to run out of steam when he stepped into the very last room, a bedroom he never used at the end of the long hallway spanning the center of his flat. There, he found a window, pushed wide open in a way that he didn’t remember doing. He was sure he hadn’t done it and he was more than sure Simon hadn’t either. 

But he would’ve bet everything that you had.

He ducked his head out, then slipped onto the rusty old fire escape below. He cursed, “Crap.”

He knew it. He knew you had escaped. Apparently, you had done it through a window.

Classic.

Just fucking classic.