#like if he gets traded i will actually stop watching them as often

[muirneach]

tsn scaring me with rags news during the intermission. do NOT tell me that igor is gonna cause a ruckus with a new contract i dont even want to think about him

[moonstruckme]

Are you going to continue the roomate James series? I’m actually in love with it😍

Yes! Thank you for reading <3

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8 │ part 9 │ part 10 │ part 11 │ part 12 │ part 13

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 804 words

“Honey, I’m home!” 

A smile tugs at your lips, even as you roll your eyes to yourself. James has become more and more fond of these pet names, and of announcing his comings and goings like he’s worried you’ll miss him. (He’s never gone long enough for that, though you might actually miss him if he were.) If you don’t respond in some way or another, he’ll—

“Hey.” He pokes his head through your cracked door. “You alive in here?” 

You pause in folding your laundry to give him a deadpan look. “I could have been in my underwear.” 

He looks mildly horrified. “I’d hope if you were, you’d close the door all the way.” 

“You know, I did manage to stay alive even before you moved in.” 

James leans on your doorframe, giving you the sort of lazy grin you have to pretend doesn’t scare butterflies into flight in your stomach. You really hope that wears off soon. “See, but now I’m convinced if I don’t check on you, you really will die and it’ll be my fault.” 

“How would it be your fault?” 

“Classic case of roommate neglect. I smell the rotting coming from inside your room, the police come, they ask How did you not know your roommate was dead for a month? I reply, Well, officer, she said she could be galavanting in her underwear at any moment. They put me in handcuffs and I spend the next five to fifteen years having Sirius bring me cigarettes I don’t want so that I can trade them for ramen noodles in the yard.” 

You scoff, fighting a smile. “As if you would ever eat ramen.” 

“That’s what I’m saying, sweetheart. You’d be forcing me upon desperate times. But hey,” he raises his hands in a show of surrender, “I didn’t come in here to discuss prison currency. Would it be alright with you if I had friends over tonight?” 

“Of course,” you say, looking back down to match a pair of socks. “You don’t need to ask every time, it’s always alright.” 

“Thanks,” he says warmly, “but it makes me feel better to ask. What do you want on your pizza?” 

You blink. “Me?” 

“Yes, you.” He smiles. Butterflies all over again. “You don’t have to hang out with us to eat it—though we’d love to have you—but I’m not just going to order pizza to your own apartment without having any for you.” 

“It’s your apartment, too,” you remind him. “That’d be a very normal thing to do.” 

“Irregardless.” James waves you off. You wrinkle your nose at the word choice. “What do you want?” 

You swallow a sigh. There are some things, you’ve found, James is nearly impossible to argue with about. If you really dig your heels in, sometimes you can make him move first, but you don’t feel like it right now. 

You do the next best thing you can think of: choosing the least obtrusive option. “Cheese is good with me, thanks.” 

His eyes narrow like he knows what you’re doing, but he says, “Got it. I’ll let you know when it’s here.” 

“Thanks.” You turn your attention back to your laundry. James lingers in the doorway. 

A month ago, you would have kept ignoring him, working on the (unfounded) hope that he’d go away. Now, you look up. 

“Do you think you might come downstairs and hang out?” he asks. He has a strange look on his face, one you can’t quite decipher. “You know you’re always invited.” 

You give James a terse sort of smile. He’s not stopped inviting you to do things since the day he moved in. Your open invitation has been made very clear, and you’ve been accepting it more often lately. James is someone who makes it easy to feel close to him. He tosses pet names at you like they’re nothing, comes to check on you when he gets home, pretends he needs to go grocery shopping just because you need a ride to the store. Last week, you’d sat down to watch a movie with him and woken up to a black screen, your cheek smushed into his shoulder and his head resting atop yours. 

Somehow, you’ve let him spill into your life without meaning to, and now you have these childish, crush-like reactions whenever he smiles a certain way or calls you pet names with that familiar bent to his voice. You know you just need time to sort these feelings out. It’d probably be ideal to keep yourself from spilling into his life as much as possible in the meantime. 

But it’s hard to deny James anything when he’s so sweet to you. And he’s nice. His friends seem nice. 

“I might,” you say. 

“I’ll take the win,” James replies, smiling. These butterflies are seriously inconvenient.

[squiddy-god]

Hello!! I just read your twst x chubby S/O and I thought it was amazing! Could I request Third Years x S/O who's into crocheting and crochets them plushies or keychains as random gifts? Plus a bonus when they admit that after they graduation Night raven they want to start a small business on it after hiding it if you want >w<

Hehehehe i love this so much because i crochet! It is one of my many house husband skills, personally my favorite things to make is these little octopuses but i should really branch out lol, this reminds me of those manhwas where the mc starts a business that booms 

Cw : tooth rotting fluff, mc has a successful side hustle to make that bag, gn reader, bonus grim because i love my cat so much, my son, grims is obvi platonic, rsa mention because vil is petty

Grim 

Oh hes bragging 

His human henchman is the best because they make him cute gifts 

The skrungly

I wanna make him little kitty outfits for every occasion

Making grim cat toys and he acts like he doesn't like them at first but he literally wont sleep without the crochet tuna fish you made him 

I think he needs a little kitty bag to wear and put his stuff in (mostly tuna) 

He would taunt the others because clearly he is the most special kitty with his very cool bad and fish 

He is and i won't stand for anyone telling me otherwise, i love our bastard cat son

Cater 

Hes obsessed 

If you make him a keychain then he is adding it to his growing collection on his phone right away

I hc that hes a big fan of stuffed animals so he adores anny that you make him and they sit on his bed 

He names all of them

He helps you start the small business during school actually! At first its his suggestion to run a magicam page for all your creations 

Soon the comments are flooded with people asking if you sell, one thing leads to another and boom you now have a successful side hustle 

Rsa is honestly a big seller they love this kind of stuff

He loves everything you make him and never stops posting about his love for it

Very supportive of your small business ventures 

His favorite thing you've made him is a little bag for pens and pencils that is shaped like a playing card because he thinks its just the cutest thing in the world 

And the keychains that he gets to show off whenever he whips his phone out (often)

Some of his favorite candid photos of you are when you’re crocheting peacefully 

Trey 

Dometic bliss pt.1

Trey is,,,such an old man- he like baking and the simple domestic little things like making you coffee/tea in the morning 

He loves to watch you crochet because he thinks its very cute and wholesome to spend time when you are doing activities together that are calm 

MAKE THIS MAN DOILIES AND POT HOLDERS please 

He adores the set of frilly doilies you made him and the cute potholders are always in use

He is 100% in support of your dreams of making that bag, honestly he really thinks you should get a start now to make extra cash on the side since 7 forbid crowley pay you for the work you do

He smiles every time he sees a tart cooling on one of the doilies you made him, seeing the little pattern always makes him happy

He trades you baked good for the things you make him so i hope you enjoy sweet treats

Leona 

Cat…big kitty…

Oddly captivated by any balls or skeins of yarn that are out and about but hes fighting the urge to play with them 

He is not beating the house cat allegations 

At first hes pretty neutral on it honestly, he likes the gifts you give him because they are just his but hes not a big keychain guy, or stuffies

Then you make him a blanket and hes gone 

He claims to be neutral about it, saying he likes the gift but dont be fooled by his aloof act he sleeps with that blanket everywhere 

He is bringing it to class if he doesn't just skip the class 

It is his favorite blanket and he almost lost his shit when ruggie took it to wash it- he's kinda territorial about the blanket 

Gives 0 fucks that its some cutesy blanket with little lions on it

Also a big fan of pillows/pillow covers 

If you make him multiple blankets he loves them too but the first one is extra special to him 

Hes neutral about you starting a business during or after school/graduation because well,,,he's a whole prince,,,

You make cheka a matching blanket and leona gets a very happy letter from his brother on how much the mini lion loves it, leona rolls his eyes but is secretly very proud of you 

Regardless if you want to start the small business he is happy to support you making that bread 

Vil 

Vil in crochet clothes my beloved 

Hes charmed by your little hobby and the adorable stuffed animal you made him, a little crochet owl that sits on his vanity so he sees it when he does his makeup and night routine 

Vil does not post a lot of personal stuff on his magicam/socials, but he does wear anything you make him, he has a folder in his gallery dedicated to photos of the two of you, dates or candid photos either he took or rook took and sent to him. 

Most of these pics he's in something you crochet for him even if it's just a simple keychain it's a staple of his 

He is very supportive of your dreams of starting a business for your crochet, he admires the drive and discipline and encourages you to pursue this work 

Ironically if you start a side hustle soon to be full business, neige of all people is a big customer as he's fond of cute stuff like this 

This is where vil gets petty 

He sees a photo post of neige’s where he’s in a new outfit, not odd at all, what catches vils attention is that the cardigan and hat he's wearing is oddly similar to a piece he saw you working on for an order- anyone watching can see the twitch in vil’s eye when he sees the shoutout to you in the caption

The next 5-8 posts of vil’s are a mix of his regular posts and pictures of him in your clothes or with the keychains, all with captions along the lines of “my beautiful s/o @[your name here]”

He even posts the owl

Rook 

If you were to make him a keychain he calls it his lucky charm for hunting and always had it on him. 

Really he's just fond of anything you make him

a lot of his photos are of you when you are deep in a project and not paying attending, candid photos like this are his favorites and he looks at them often 

He really likes any little animal stuffies you make because he thinks they are just the cutest 

“Hunts” your plushies aka he will sneak up on you making them or sorting them out and act like he caught them 

Silly

He is very supportive of your business ventures, he loves to see you so passionate about wanting to eventually start a small business and be able to sell your creations 

He definitely encourages you to sell a few things in sams shop, afterall he sells anything and everything anyone could ever need

Idia 

The outfits you make grim are his faves 

He is a cat man at heart and cant help but coo over every new thing you make grim because it makes the kitty so so so cute and as a cat he was already uber SS+ cute levels 

He is also a big fan of any keychains you make him or even stuffies

The stuffies either are on his bed so he can cuddle them or they are with the rest of his game/anime figures on his shelves so its a horrific mix of like neon genesis mechs and crochet 

I think it would be funny to make him doilies to put the figures on because when hes gaming and people are like “dude why is your [super cool limited edition game figure] on a doily???” hes like “haha L+loser+lonely+my super cool s/o made them for me lvl10 affection” and is it cringe as hell? Yes. can those normies suck it because hes no longer forever alone? Also yes

They are demanding proof or it didn't happen 

Ortho is also a big fan and has a lil keychain you made hooked on him <3

idia would actually combust if you made anything themed after a game or show he watches/plays because that is SS+ max lvl affection with full hearts right there 

You have unlocked the super secret route and that is unlimited discord nitro and a new pc because he is so happy 

He also would support your business during and after school 

Malleus 

Domestic bliss pt 2

Genuinely you are breaking this guy. Like he cannot take it anymore 

I feel we all can agree malleus is prone to casual proposals because hes just,,,kinda like that

He pictures a future with you by his side and you aren't making it any better by being so endearing 

When he sees you doing something as simple as sitting down and crocheting his draconic heart is filled with sweet domestic love, makes him feel like an old married couple and he can't take it lmao 

At first he's a bit weird about accepting gifts as it's a big deal in fae culture to just,,,get a gift out of nowhere

But he does accept them, he simply gives you something he sees as equal value (this is how you end up with several big ass gems)

He considers all of your gifts his most precious items, his favorites however are the following 4 gifts he has received 

A keychain that looks like his gaogao-drakon-kun tamagotchi witch he keeps on the same keychain as said virtual pet

A gargoyle plushy that he considers to be one of his most treasured gifts, in a similar light he has a plushie of your fave animal and you have a dragon plushie that match (this almost killed him)

And a little crochet bracelet that you match (he never takes it off unless he has to) 

Your desire to start a business throws him for a loop at first because in his mind you are happily by his side in the briar valley, (he is very male lead coded) but he quickly re-adjusts to account for your business plans and he is the most supportive dragon you could ever hope for 

Lilia 

Old man (affectionate) 

 I like to think lilia knits and is simply overjoyed when he finds out you crochet 

You exchange little gifts 

It makes his very old fae heart happy to sit around the ramshackle fireplace and crochet/knit with you while chatting about your day/week, simple things like this make him feel like hes back in the old days with a baby silver 

He loves anything you make him and happily wears any keychains or items he is gifted

Stuffies are named and placed around his room without a hint of shame 

And he loves that you have such good goals and dreams like a business 

I like the idea of meeting general lilia and also making him something 

At first he is confused, almost indignant that you would have the gaul to give him a gift- of all people he would never accept such a token

Maybe its something simple, a granny square on the lacy side that resembles something akin to a handkerchief, something small you explain as a favor, something youd give a knight 

He claims he is disgusted by such human customs but his grip on the crochet piece is unmistakable, and the way you wake up the next morning to a small green gem-the same that adorns his armor, tells you all you need to

[jester-lover]

Hello! Can I please request Azul, Riddle, and Jade with a reader who talks a lot and doesn’t stop talking until someone tells her that she’s talking a lot?

This is literally just me as a person. Extroverts assemble😞

Talkative

Feat. Azul, Riddle and Jade

Cws/ bullying, teasing, fem! Reader, mostly fluff

Azul

Azul is often in the same boat as you (no pun intended), as he is also a very hardworking and driven young man. The ideas the two of you share with one another are really interesting and helpful.

Even if you are just rambling on as he finishes up his paperwork, Azul will always insist you keep going until you feel like you’re done talking. If you cut a sentence halfway through because you’re worried he might get annoyed, don’t be. He loves the sound of your voice.

He’s the type to get really ticked off when people bully or demean you for talking too much, because he has his own history with bullying and also because he genuinely likes hearing you speak.

He always remembers things you mention you want in your ramblings and notes them down for future occasions. If you mention not liking someone for any reason, he’ll keep note of that too…

Azul will encourage you to actualize some of the plans and ideas you bring up to him, keeping you motivated with his everlasting pride towards you.

Riddle

Despite being kind of quiet and stern, Riddle would fare well with a talkative girlfriend. You would balance out his angry nature with your extroverted one.

He loves listening to you talk about anything and everything over a warm cup of tea, the warmth surrounding the two of you as he intently observes your expressions changing as you describe certain aspects of your day.

If he hears even a snide remark coming from someone about your talkative nature, he collars them. No hesitation.

Riddle invites you to every single unbirthday party because you can engage in actual worthwhile conversation and also because he loves watching your social butterfly nature in action as you converse with everyone.

Jade

Jade can often be quiet, but he is probably one of the best and most thoughtful listeners in all of NRC. He usually uses this skill to gather dirt on people, but with you, it's different.

As a guy who's only been on land for a fraction of his life, Jade openly enjoys learning more about the world through your spiels.

He also loves drama; he wants all the tea if you’re into gossip. Trust me, he can trade info if it’s something juicy about someone he doesn’t like. You two sit down every once in a while and just chit-chat like moms over brunch.

If anyone has a problem with you talking a lot or, heaven forbid, calls you annoying, they’re gonna find a looming shadow menacing them until they apologize….

[gloomysoup]

thank god for robin buckley

@steddiebingo christmas prompt: cock block

rating: explicit | word count: 2512 | tags: omegaverse, edging, fingering, fluff, platonic stobin | ao3

Steve was going to die. He was absolutely certain of it. He had not gotten laid in weeks, and he was so keyed up. He would even be satisfied with a quick fingering in the bathroom as if they were horny teenagers sneaking around again.

It was nearly impossible for any of that to occur with four small children that rely on them for everything.

Before, they learned how to be quiet. They could get in some quick alone time often enough to keep them both satisfied, most often at night when the pups were tucked into bed. Lately, however, this has not worked.

Let it be said that Steve loves his pups, more than anything in the world. He would never ever trade them for anything. But.

Lucy refuses to sleep in her crib. She absolutely must be attached to someone, usually Steve, in order to sleep. Plus, she's been teething so much that it's been nearly impossible to soothe her. Violet has been going through another sleep regression, which means unfortunately, Addie isn't sleeping either. So far, James is the only one still sleeping through the night, but Steve isn't holding his breath. At this rate, he figures it's only a matter of time before James joins his sisters in not sleeping. During the day, when the older girls are at school, Eddie is working.

Things have not worked out for Steve very well lately.

-

It's the weekend. Eddie is off work, and Steve is determined. He gets James to lay down for a nap, which he may or may not take. Addie and Violet are playing in their room, and Lucy is in her swing in the nursery. Steve knows they don't have much time before Lucy realizes she's alone and starts screaming again. Eddie is in the kitchen, humming to himself as he washes up the lunch dishes.

Steve grabs his hand and tugs him to the bedroom. Eddie watches with an amused smile on his face, willingly at Steve’s mercy. Their kisses get hot and heavy quick, Eddie’s hand already dipping below Steve’s waistband.

And then Violet is screaming bloody murder two rooms away, crying for Eddie like she's dying.

Eddie kisses him quickly, already moving away from Steve. “I'll be right back,” he promises.

Steve groans as Eddie leaves the bed and slips out the door. By the time he comes back from diffusing the situation, caused by a toy, Lucy is crying. The moment is gone. They've lost their chance.

-

All of the pups are finally asleep in their own beds. For the first time in months, Lucy stayed asleep when Steve put her in the crib. They finally get some alone time.

Eddie’s hands are gentle against his skin as they slip under his shirt; their kisses are soft, but filled with intent. They're pressed together until they are nearly one unit. Steve is finally going to get what he needs.

And then some asshole nearby sets off fireworks.

It takes no time for Lucy’s cries to come through the baby monitor, and then their door opens to Addie and Violet asking to sleep with them, tears in their eyes. Steve sighs as he throws the covers back and gets out of bed to get Lucy. He checks on James on his way back, who is still sleeping like a rock. He even has to stop to make sure he's still actually breathing, which he is.

When he gets back to the bedroom, Lucy in his arms, Eddie is already curled up with the girls. He looks at Steve over two heads of curly hair as he climbs back under the covers and gets comfortable. “James?”

Steve huffs a soft laugh. “Sleeping like a rock. I swear, that kid sleeps through anything.”

Eddie smiles and shuffles closer, squishing the girls tightly between them. Addie giggles quietly from where her face is in Eddie’s shirt, wiggling for a moment before getting comfortable and settling again. “I'm sorry we didn't get to finish what we started,” he said softly, eyes still on Steve despite the curls that are practically up his nose from the pup against him. “I know we’ve been trying to get some time to ourselves for a while, and it just doesn't work out.”

Steve sighed, tucking Lucy close to his chest and brushing his hand over the curls on Violet’s head. “It's okay. Our pups need us more.”

“Doesn't mean you can't be upset, baby.”

Steve shook his head quickly. “I'm not upset, though. Frustrated, maybe, but… we're parents.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Sometimes our own wants have to take a backseat, and that's okay. I wouldn't trade this life for anything.”

Eddie smiled again, reaching for Steve’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “I promise I'll find a way to make it up to you, though. Eventually.”

Steve smiled back, lacing their fingers together. “I know you will.”

-

The next time they finally get an opportunity to be alone, it's a bright Sunday morning. Lucy was down for her morning nap, and the three older kids are occupied by a movie in the living room. Steve and Eddie knew they had at least half an hour before one of them got bored. They knew it would have to be quick and quiet, which they had basically mastered by the time Violet was six months old. They certainly enjoyed taking their time more, but they didn't get many opportunities once their family really started growing.

The baby monitor was on the dresser, the kids were occupied, the door was locked. Everything was perfect. Eddie’s lips were on Steve’s neck, nipping gently as he breathed in his scent right from the source. They'd spent a good five minutes just making out like they were kids again, which is probably five minutes longer than they should've, but they just couldn't help themselves. Steve’s hair was fanned out on the bedspread, slightly messy from Eddie’s hands raking through it and the occasional tug. Eddie’s lips trailed to his chest, so careful where he knew Steve was most sensitive. His hand slipped under Steve’s shorts, teasing exactly where he knew Steve wanted him. He didn't tease for long, though. He knew they were short on time.

He slowly pressed his finger up inside, swallowing Steve’s shuddering gasp with a sharp kiss. He started slow; they hadn't done anything in a while. He didn't want to hurt him. He was just beginning to press a second finger, so slow and careful with his eyes on Steve for any sign of discomfort.

Then the front door opened.

“Poppy!” all three pups exclaimed from the living room. There was the sound of clambering pups and Wayne’s laughter.

Steve whined, high in his throat, as Eddie removed his hand. Eddie pressed kisses to his neck, mating gland, cheeks, and lips in quick succession.

“‘m sorry, baby,” he whispered with a very apologetic look before standing up and trying to straighten himself out. Steve didn't move for several moments. Not until he heard Wayne asking the pups where they were. Then he sighed, pulled himself from the bed, and tried to look presentable before they slipped down the hallway to the living room.

Wayne was bent down on one knee, James in his arms and Violet clambering up onto his back. The pair stepped into the room, really hoping it didn't look like they had been in the middle of something. They both knew Wayne had seen more than his fair share of the two of them in compromising positions.

When Wayne stood up and saw them, he took in their appearances and merely raised an eyebrow. Yeah… Steve should've seen that coming. Wayne always knows.

“You two busy?” he asked, still giving them head to toe looks.

Eddie cleared his throat and smiled. “Can always make time for you, old man.”

“Mhm.” Wayne gave them a very knowing, slightly judgy look.

“So, what're you doing in town for, Wayne?” Steve asked as nonchalantly as he could manage. “You didn't have to make the drive, y’know.”

Wayne shrugged, adjusting his hold on James. “Had a few vacation days needed usin’ up. Figured I'd come up and see the pups for a bit. I can go back, though. Get outta y'all's hair if ya got plans.”

“‘Course not, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie said. “We’d love to have you. Wouldn't we, sweetheart?”

Steve smiled. “Absolutely. You're always welcome here, Wayne.”

Part of Steve thought that maybe, just maybe, having Wayne over meant he and Eddie could get even a smidgen of alone time. That was not the case, however. Despite Wayne doing what he could to help out with the pups, Violet had been acting particularly clingy lately. She had always been a very clingy baby, always wanting to be with Steve or Eddie, and she did good with the separation stuff for a little while when James was born. It helped that she shared a room with Addie, and that had really been their intention with putting the two girls together anyway.

For some reason, though, it was back like a vengeance. She spent almost every night in their bed. And while Steve would never even dream of giving up this time with his pup while she still offered it, it had made spending any time with Eddie pretty much impossible.

-

Of course, it's Robin that finally comes to his rescue.

She's hanging out while Steve folds laundry on a Saturday morning. Addie and Violet were playing in their room, James was sitting on the living room floor playing with some cars, and Eddie had taken Lucy to the store with him to go grocery shopping. Robin watched with a raised brow as Steve folded clothes in what he thought was a perfectly normal way, but apparently not to Robin.

He huffed a little as he stuck the folded clothes into the basket, organized by room, and Robin pursed her lips.

“What?” Steve asked, voice maybe a little more tense than it needed to be.

“Just wondering what the fuck you're problem is,” Robin responded. “You're real tense, babe.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I wouldn't be so tense if I could actually get laid.”

Robin’s eyebrows shot up. “You haven't gotten laid recently? Well, that explains the attitude. How long has it been?”

Steve huffed. “Like, almost three months, Rob.”

“You're joking.”

“Wish I was.” Steve groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “No matter what I do, it just never happens. And trust me, we've tried. One time, we even got so far as his fingers inside of me, and then Wayne showed up. And of course, it's Wayne, so he immediately knew what was going on. I absolutely could not do anything while he was here, though, because, like, that's basically my dad, and he's put up with enough of our shit. Plus, you know how clingy Violet has been lately. Every single time we think we're finally gonna be able to have sex, something happens and the moment is gone. I am suffering, Robs, and Eddie has been so fucking sweet about it, because he knows I'm- I'm all pent up. He has done everything he can, but it never works out how we want it to.”

Robin shook her head. “Absolutely not. That is not gonna fly.” Robin was standing up and leaving the room before Steve even knew what was happening. “Come on, Jamie, let's go get dressed. Auntie Robin’s got some fun plans today,” he heard her say before moving down the hallway to the bedrooms. He heard James get up to follow her.

God bless Robin Buckley.

By the time Eddie got home, the rest of the pups were dressed and ready to go. Eddie frowned as Lucy was immediately scooped from his arms and taken back outside.

“Hurry up and unload the groceries so I can steal your children,” Robin said as she moved past him.

“What-”

“No questions!”

Eddie shook his head and looked at Steve, who merely smiled and went outside to bring in the groceries. Once everything was inside, and all the pups were safely buckled up into the car, Robin was gone with nothing more than a, “Have fun getting railed!” yelled out the window.

Steve and Eddie were finally alone.

Despite how much he immediately wanted to pounce on Eddie, he knew they had to get the groceries put away first. As they moved around the kitchen, Eddie hummed softly.

“What's Robin’s deal?” he asked just as he was sliding the last box of cereal into the cabinet. “She just up and stole our children.”

“They'll be back later,” Steve said softly, reaching for Eddie’s hand and leading him out of the kitchen. “She just thought we could use some… alone time.”

Eddie smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Alone time, huh?” Steve nodded, dragging Eddie closer and closer to their bedroom. “And what're we gonna do with all this alone time?”

Steve smiled as they crossed the threshold into their bedroom, hand already sliding down to unbutton his own jeans. “I can think of a few things to fill the time.”

Steve and Eddie curled up in their bed, naked and sweaty, but happy. Steve’s head rested on Eddie’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall with his breathing. Eddie’s fingers trailed up and down Steve’s back, his nose buried in his hair. They'd have to get up soon to shower and put on some clothes. Their pups would be home soon, and it would be back to business as usual for the Munson household.

But there was still a little bit of time.

“I love you,” Steve whispered, closing his eyes for a moment and letting himself take everything in.

“I love you more,” Eddie replied, just as quiet. “I'm sorry I haven't made more time for you lately.”

Steve shook his head. “It's okay. Our lives are busy. It happens, and it’s not your fault.”

“Still. You deserve better.”

Steve shifted a little in Eddie’s hold, tilting his head so he was buried in Eddie’s neck instead. “I have everything I could ever want and more, thanks to you. We've got four beautiful pups, and our friends, and our life. You work so hard to provide for us, Eddie, so that I can have the absolute privilege of staying home with our babies all day. You didn't have to do all that, but you did. Do I wish I could have sex with my amazing husband more often than we do? Absolutely. But it's not like I'm completely unsatisfied with our life. I love our life, Eddie, even if we do get a little too busy to have time to ourselves sometimes.”

He could feel Eddie’s smile as he kissed his forehead, tightening his arms around him for a moment. “You are truly amazing, my love,” he murmured. “Thank god for Robin Buckley, though.”

Steve chuckled, nuzzling into the side of Eddie’s throat to take in his scent.

“Thank god for Robin Buckley.”

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: "What did [orcs] taste like?" {*distant sounds of tanoraqui going feral*}

I'm enjoying Chilchuck more in the manga because I notice him more, because he's less front-and-center talkative but in the background he's visibly thinking about things. I certainly noticed and enjoyed this moment in the anime, too, but it's a good example: Chilchuck is by far the best in this party at people, in terms of reading a room, understanding long-term group dynamics, and considering larger social questions like morality. His pattern recognition skills are obviously superb, and he applies them to dungeon navigation, trap- and monster-disarming, and social dynamics. He understands and gives practical advice on the relationships within a successful vs unsuccessful dungeon parties, and the skills of leaders thereof. He can often be seen eyeing the terrible new food consideringly before eating it. He's the one most often calling Laios out about No Eating Humanoids, including picking up on the fishmen eggs. When Laios complains that that's just based on a "feeling", Chilchuck does think about it - but still, when Marcille says of the dryads that maybe it doesn't matter if the plant is humanoid, Chilchuck says with concern, "Marcille..." He's the first to wonder how to make money from the dragon, but it's a practical concern, not greed. He's the only who realizes and convinces everyone that they have to turn back.

It all adds up to a guy who's never read a textbook of moral philosophy or the makings of a stable society in his life, but who could probably expound on them in layman's terms while drunk off his ass in a bar. He's responsible, including wanting to look out for his people, and very practical, and genuinely whip-smart. I'm not at ALL surprised to learn that he observed the systemic abuse of halffeet in the dungeon-delving trade and organized a union against it.

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Shuro: Just say the highlights, alright?

Laios: We killed the red dragon, got Falin out of its stomach and resurrected her, but then we ran into the Mad Mage ad were separated.

Shuro and Kabru:

...actually, it's interesting how surprised I am, and was when I watched this, to see how...Normal Human Interaction Laios is in this moment? Upon request, he handily gave an efficient summary of exactly the highlights that needed to be shared - both what the others needed/would want to know, and not what they didn't need to know, lest Marcille be arrested for dark magic. Is he more relaxed around his usual crew, and thus acts "weirder"? Is this just a very specific circumstance, ie, it's reasonable to think the whole party has been considering exactly how to describe their adventures to others?

Maybe more notably, he left out monster-eating, which is also a cultural taboo but one that he's shown no sign of respecting so far. One must ask, for a moment: wait, does he respect that it's taboo in polite company? It's true that Marcille and Chilchuck, who'd both dungeoned with him for [mumblemumbletime], didn't know until the start of the story - he's clearly only just started unleashing all this culinary glee, even if he probably did already share infinite useful monster(-killing) factoids. Or is he aware and respectful of the fact that Shuro's definitely of "highlights" definitely only includes What Happened To Falin? This, too, is a level of character insight rarely if ever seen in Laios before.

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Laios is like a deer in front of a lion... Yeah maybe I do want to watch Kabru flirt with him and Laios get completely flustered... Only if Laios turns it around by (later, after fleeing the initial scene) bluntly asking if Kabru wants to go on a date and/or have sex, and Kabru.exe stops functioning.

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One must ask, for a moment: wait, does [Laios] respect that [eating monsters is] taboo in polite company? -my considerations 10 seconds ago in in-canon time

nvm, he's back on his bullshit! :) <3

Which! Indicates that his summary WAS intentionally geared toward Shuro's known preference, with maybe a dash of responsible dungeoneer team leader-to-team leader "fyi the Mage IS around"!

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Ok now for the bit I'm particularly obsessed with...

Shown: man forcibly slamming down an impenetrable mental barrier called "Doing What I Must" in between Traumatic Memories & Moral Qualms and Words, Tone, Facial Expressions, Body Language & Anything Else Someone Else Could Sense:

Shown: Man with aforementioned barrier firmly in place [but still possibly seeing horrors on the backs of his eyelids]:

(Also shown: Man increasingly wishing that this is all some sort of elaborate hallucination brought on by sleep deprivation and stress:

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Then this!

Until proven otherwise, I'm pretty certain that this last panel is the exact moment Kabru's brain started bouncing like a yo-yo wrt Laios. Because!

Kabru invited himself into this conversation as part of his overall quest: to look for a decent King for the dungeon. [ABBA playing faintly in the background] He's officially given up "finding" rather than "becoming", but he hasn't 100% ruled it out as an option - the goal is to get one.

Imagine that Kabru's brain includes a little hexagon like the food matrix, but for necessary aspects of the new King of the Golden Kingdom. In order, Laios goes...

- up several notches in "Likely Ability to Kill Mad Mage" by having defeated the red dragon and met the Mage

- down probably 1 notch in Trustworthiness/Honesty(/Readability to Kabru Specifically, who is prepared to Manage a mediocre candidate if that's what it takes)

- plunges down in the meta-category of Will Prevent Another Utaya by plummeting like a Boeing in the technically-not-on-the-chart category of Triggers Kabru's Trauma by admitting - bragging! delightedly! - that he eats monsters. Kabru's trauma is centered around monsters eating people. What sort of horror is a person who eats monsters? (Yet, perhaps already starting to yo-yo: if monsters eating people is the ultimate evil, what is this reversal...?)

Then Kabru asks a few innocuous, friendly questions about this Absolute Horror, because that's what Kabru does: he lies through his teeth about his own opinions and discomfort in order to put others at ease and (thus) achieve his goals. Laios gives innocuous, friendly answers.

THEN: ORCS. This whole comic, we've had the debate about whether it's okay to eat humanoid monsters, with Laios begrudgingly agreeing to his party's refusal. And orcs aren't even humanoid monsters, they're full-on demihumans! Second cousins of tallmen!

Kabru actually has to take a moment to process this new depth of depravity which he swiftly assumes Laios has sunk to. I imagine WWII air raid sirens are going off in his brain. Laios is But then he leaps this horrific chasm, too, itchy though his knife hand may be - interestingly, his face isn't shown in the comic, but in the show, Kabru retains the exact same friendly, eagerly interested tone of voice when he asks, "What did they taste like?"

- (Sidenote: truly, in all of this, I'm most obsessed with Kabru's ability, willingness and determination to seemingly-blithely hopskotch and/or outright running-jump over any moral qualm for long enough to get the other guy to dig their own grave and/or let down their guard. Who even are you under your infinitely shifting mask, sir. Do you even know? Because I think some of what we've seen that's more "real" is part of the mask you wear to be the Hero Who Will Be King.)

And Laios realizes what he'd implied and says, alarmed at the misunderstanding (though it's not clear if that's for moral reasons or social awkwardness) but still smiling with excited pride, "No no!! We didn't eat them! Due to circumstances, we're currently working with them!"

With them! Laios is yoinked out of, if not the depths, then at least the utmost depths - while also snapping unexpectedly upward in Alliance-Building (pref. Interspecies, Local-Centric). Laios had already rated a 2, maybe 3/5 for his party makeup, but given his known lack of people skills, I can't imagine Kabru expected him to go any higher than that - and with orcs! Orcs who are maligned by everyone else; for whom the Island Lord regular offers a bounty!

Now, this IS predicated on the assumption that Kabru considers orcs a people who should be treated with like a legitimate, well, people, rather than killed like vermin. But I think I'm on solid ground, considering a) Kuro the kobold being a (mostly) respected member of his party and their secret late-night study-friendship; b) Kabru's harshly learned skepticism of the stories Elves tell about themselves and other races, which is where we've seen the heart of anti-orc sentiment; and c) Kabru thinks the Island Lord is a moron.

Mind you, I think the yo-yo-ing is relatively subconscious at this point, and won't start reaching an audible fever pitch until Kabru learns about the black magic in, oh, another 5 minutes or so.

...but I really need to go to bed, so I'll see what overanalysis I make of that tomorrow!

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can I request headcanons for poly Wade, and Logan would think about his gender neutral s/o who always does their best to mediate between them & be the voice of reason please?

Here are some headcanons for a polyamorous relationship between Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Logan (Wolverine), and their gender-neutral s/o who acts as a mediator and the voice of reason:

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Wade absolutely melts whenever his s/o steps in to mediate between him and Logan. He loves their level-headedness and often refers to them as "the glue that holds this crazy trio together."

Wade can’t resist making jokes about how their s/o is like a "superhero therapist," even coming up with ridiculous hero names like "Mediator Supreme" or "The Negotiator."

Despite his chaotic nature, Wade deeply appreciates how their s/o can calm him down during his more impulsive moments. He’s aware of how much work it takes to deal with him and Logan and shows his appreciation with grand (and often ridiculous) gestures of affection.

Wade trusts their s/o's judgment more than he’d ever admit, often deferring to them in situations where he might otherwise rush headlong into trouble. He knows that they have a unique way of seeing the world that he admires, even if he pretends to be too cool to care.

Whenever their s/o is mediating between him and Logan, Wade sometimes plays devil’s advocate, not to be difficult but to show that he believes in their s/o’s ability to handle even the toughest situations. Deep down, he loves watching them work their magic and bring peace between him and Logan.

Logan (Wolverine)

Logan holds an immense respect for their s/o's ability to handle both his gruffness and Wade's wildness. He admires how they can be firm without being harsh and always maintain a sense of fairness and calm.

While not as outwardly expressive as Wade, Logan often shows his appreciation through quiet gestures. He might brew their s/o a cup of coffee in the morning or give them a rare smile after a particularly heated argument is resolved, letting them know he values their presence.

Logan’s protective nature kicks in full force when it comes to their s/o, especially when they step in between him and Wade. He’s constantly aware of their well-being and is ready to pull them out of harm’s way if things get too intense.

Despite his stubbornness, Logan knows when to back down during a disagreement, especially when their s/o asks him to. He values their opinion so much that he’ll actually stop and think before acting, which is a big deal for someone as headstrong as he is.

Logan may not always verbalize his feelings, but he often shows his love for their s/o by being more patient and tolerant when they’re around. He knows they’re the reason he’s managed to build a somewhat peaceful life with Wade and wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Together as a Trio

Their s/o is the balancing force in the relationship, helping Wade and Logan understand each other’s perspectives. They’re the reason the trio works so well, blending Wade’s chaos with Logan’s intensity into something that feels like home.

While Wade is more vocal, Logan often joins in on playful teasing, though his style is more subtle. They both enjoy seeing their s/o blush or laugh, knowing that these moments help diffuse tension.

Both Wade and Logan are fiercely independent, but they’ve come to rely on their s/o’s steadying influence. They both feel a deep sense of security and love when their s/o is around, knowing that whatever happens, they’ll help navigate the storm.

Arguments between Wade and Logan can be intense, but their s/o’s calm demeanor often helps de-escalate things before they get out of hand. They’re the voice of reason that both Wade and Logan listen to, even if begrudgingly at times.

Over time, all three of them develop an unspoken understanding. Wade and Logan both know when their s/o is feeling overwhelmed and will, surprisingly, work together to give them some space or pamper them in their own unique ways. It's their way of saying "thank you" for everything their s/o does to keep the peace.

[steddie-island]

Wallpaper

Written for day 1 of @stevieweek | Prompt: Stobin Rating: G | WC: 1,144 | Tags: MTF Steve Harrington, Coming Out, Robin Buckley's POV ao3 | Divider credit Now with a part 2!

They’re sitting in the bathroom. Steve’s thigh bumps against Robin’s, and he can’t stop biting on his thumbnail.

It’s a nervous habit, Robin knows, one he only gets when things feel like they might be spiraling out of his control in a major way. Sometimes she’s surprised it’s not something he does more often, but she knows he likes to look nice. Likes for other people to think he looks nice, too. He’d also crudely pointed out once upon a time that “No one wants to be fingered by someone with a bloody hangnail, Robin, Jesus.” It was gross, but now that’s one habit she’s managed to break herself out of, thanks to him.

“Hey.” Robin bumps his leg and watches as he jumps, like he’s forgotten that she’s there. “It’s just me. You know you can talk to me about anything.”

That’s true, too. Steve’s seen every lump (“It’s cancer I swear to god it’s cancer!” “That’s a zit.”) and she’s seen Steve’s right back (“That’s an ingrown hair, dingus, I think you’re supposed to shave in the other direction. Also maybe try it with your eyes open.”) They’ve helped talk each other off of the ledge so many times. When they traded the stomach flu back and forth, it was the two of them taking care of each other for one disgustingly hellacious week.

There’s nothing they can’t talk about, or help each other with. It makes Robin a little nervous that Steve is nervous, but she knows that whatever it is it’ll be fine. It always is.

“C’mon. We’re sitting on your bathroom floor. I know this is important.”

Steve pulls his thumb away from his mouth and crosses both arms across his chest. It’s then that Robin notices his hands are shaking a little.

“I’ve got something really… really important to talk to you about,” he says. His voice is a low rumble, and there’s a slight tremor, a wetness to it that she’s only heard a few times before.

“Yeah, I gathered that part,” she teases. Her shoulder bumps Steve’s, and then she reaches out to take one of his hands. As soon as their fingers lock Steve lets out a breath that he’s been holding. The tension eases from his shoulders, but only a little.

“I…” Steve clears his throat. His jaw works, and then he swallows hard. “I’ve been thinking, and… I…” He has to swallow again, so Robin tightens her grip and closes her other hand around his fingers, too.

She’s not going anywhere.

“I don’t think… I’m a boy?” A tear trails down his cheek and Steve quickly wipes it away. “I was thinking about all of these girls I’ve been with, and I liked them, but I think there might’ve been more to it? Like… like maybe I wanted some part of them to rub off on me. Like… I feel better when you paint my nails, and I like wearing lipgloss. I– I liked when we got our legs waxed together, and I like…” He bites his lips and brings his thumb back to his mouth to stroke the rough edge against his lip. “I know that all feels like… little stuff maybe, but it’s… I was thinking about it more, and… and I…” His next sigh is shakier, and there are more tears falling now.

Robin holds his hands even tighter and rests her chin against his shoulder. “That’s okay,” she says softly. “You don’t have to be a boy if you don’t want to be.” Her heart nearly breaks when Steve’s lower lip actually wobbles, and then he’s curling into her side.

“I– I don’t want to be,” he says. “I don’t want to be a boy. But I– I don’t want anyone to be mad at me–”

Robin lifts one hand to wipe his face. “No one’s going to be mad at you. No one who matters, anyway.” It’s not like the senior Harringtons have been around for a while now. The Party wasn’t surprised when Will came out, and they all dressed up to go to his first Pride with him. They’ve been okay with Eddie and Steve, and with her and Vicki.

And she knows that it’s not the same, being gay and not feeling like who you are fits who you’re supposed to be. But…

“They’ve faced hell dimensions and fought monsters,” Robin says. Her thumbs stroke over Steve’s knuckles, and she’s moved to sit in front of him instead so their knees knock together. “We almost lost Max, and came even closer to losing Eddie. You being a girl? That should be a piece of cake to them." She rests their foreheads together and brings Steve's hands up to kiss his— her— knuckles.

"What if it's not?" Steve grips Robin all the tighter and bites down on her lower lip. "What if they hate me?"

"Eddie will kick their asses, and then I'll send them packin'. If they won't love you for who you are, then we don't need them in our lives." It's something easier said than done, of course, advice Steve had given when Robin decided it was time to come out to her own parents.

There'd been an adjustment period, but come time for Will's first Pride, her parents were right there beside her.

"I haven't told Eddie yet," Steve says. That tremble is back in her voice, and more tears flow over her cheeks. "What if… what if he says he can't be with me anymore? What if he doesn't love me, Rob? What if he leaves because I'm a— a—" "A freak?" Robin finishes softly. "You, Steve Harrington, are worried your metalhead boyfriend, with his kitchen scratch tattoos and his tabletop speeches, will think that you're a freak?"

Steve blinks, then starts giggling. Quiet at first, then louder, until it's bubbling out of her and she's got her head resting against Robin's shoulder and an arm holding her ribs. "Fuck— you're right. Maybe I wasn't freaky enough before!"

"I walked in on you two once, I think there was more than enough freaky going on in that room." Robin laughs and takes Steve's hands again. The shaking has calmed, and Steve at least doesn't look like she's going to vomit— or worse, faint and get another concussion.

"Will you tell him with me?" Steve asks. "Just in case?"

"You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, dingus." Robin pokes lightly at a fleck of turquoise paint on Steve's thumb. "Want me to paint your nails for you again before we go?"

Steve gives another wobbly smile. "I would like that a lot. Thanks, Rob."

"You're welcome, Stevie." Robin stands, tugs Steve to her feet, too, then towards her bedroom. "You know, if you're making big changes, this might be the perfect time to get rid of this ugly fucking wallpaper."

[mcytadventevent]

@splish--splash--minecraft is creating for Day 12:

Prompt: Closest Friends

His piece is written, featuring Grian and Scar!

Credit Links:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/SalixWrites

https://www.tumblr.com/splish--splash--minecraft

(Piece under the cut!)

The air is quiet and still as Grian slips out of his room. He glances up at the moon, high in the sky, then over to the gate where he can see Martyn keeping watch. It was supposed to be his turn to do so, but he’d managed to get his way out of it. He had things to do - not that any of them were supposed to know what exactly. 

He looks away from Martyn and pulls his pickaxe out so he can quickly mine his way through, out of sight of Martyn. If he found out he was up and going somewhere else, he’d make Grian take watch for sure. And, well, he doesn’t want to do that, so sneaking away it is.

He supposes he may not necessarily have to sneak out. If any of them were to see him, he’s sure they’d correctly guess that he’s going to see Scar. He’s sure they’d tease him about it, too. Sure, he and Scar aren’t teamed this time around, but…he spent so much time with Scar before that it felt…weird to not be near him. To not hear the sound of his breathing as they slept in their home in the desert.

He and Scar had always been close, but something seemed to have changed between them in that sandy biome. They got even closer, having spent so much time together and working together for so long, only able to rely on the other. Grian felt like he couldn’t trust anyone except for him, and now he felt bereft without him.

Teaming with other people was probably for the best, but Grian would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the comfort of Scar.

So every few nights, especially if he hadn’t seen him that day, Grian takes a little trip to Magic Mountain to visit Scar. By this point, Scar has come to expect him. Usually, they don’t do much - mainly just having the other near is enough. This time, though, Grian’s got another reason to go: his wings are in desperate need of a preening.

Normally, perhaps he’d go to Jimmy - the only other avian - or even Mumbo, who has preened his wings many times. But after 3rd life, when all he had was Scar, who often preened them for him, he missed the feeling of his hands running through his feathers as he straightened them. 

Grian tries to be quiet as he makes his way to Magic Mountain. He kind of hates where Scar has made his base, though the trek also reminds him a little of Monopoly Mountain. Except here it’s cold, and he shivers a little as he climbs. He has a moment to be grateful that at least there aren’t many mobs around.

And then he’s outside the Wizard’s Hut. He raises his hand to knock, but the door opens before he even gets the chance. And there’s Scar, with that smile of his, leaning against the doorway.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says, and Grian doesn’t bother to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

“Let me in, it’s cold.”

“Of course, of course,” Scar says, though he doesn’t actually move. Grian raises an eyebrow. “We wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Yeah, so move over.”

Scar opens his mouth, and Grian knows him well enough by now that he’s going to say something ridiculous, like how they should make a trade for Grian to come in, and he is absolutely not having any of that. So before Scar can get even a single word in, he’s shoving past him into the hut, which is much warmer. Scar laughs.

“So impatient! I’m a wizard, y’know, sometimes you gotta make trades -”

“Here’s a trade for you: either you let me in, or I leave.”

Scar frowns. “That’s not really a trade…”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Grian groans, but he can’t stop the amused huff that follows after. Were it anyone else, he probably would have left. But this is Scar, and he knows Scar. He probably knows him better than anyone else here.

Scar chuckles, then steps forward to pull Grian closer into a hug. Grian tucks his head under his chin and sighs contentedly, arms coming up to wrap around him. Scar hums, hands idly running through the feathers on his wings. “You’ll let me preen these for you, right? It hurts me just to look at them.”

“Yeah, that's why I came tonight.” His feathers fluff up a little, and he pulls away. “C’mon, I don’t know how much longer I can stand them feeling like this.”

He makes his way over to the bed and plops onto it, Scar following him. He pulls his red sweater off, leaving just a white shirt underneath that’s open in the back to allow for easy access to his wings.

Scar gets situated behind him and gets started immediately, beginning with just running his hands over the feathers. Certainly not something he needs to do, he just knows that Scar likes how his feathers feel. After a moment, though, he flaps his wings a little in an attempt to tell Scar to get to work.

He does, luckily. Starting at the top of one wing, he works his way down, straightening the feathers and pulling out any loose ones. Grian winces slightly, but it gets easier as he gets into the rhythm, and Grian closes his eyes and relaxes as his feathers get smoothed and put back into place, dirt and whatever else picked out. Before he knows it, he’s starting to doze off.

He���s not sure how much time has passed when he rouses slightly at the feeling of fingers rubbing the feathers between his wings. He whines and leans back until he’s leaning against Scar, squinting up at him.

“Sleepy bird,” Scar teases, grinning down at him. Grian just sticks his tongue out at him. “I always forget how sleepy it makes you.”

Grian grumbles. “Yeah, yeah. Are you done?” He stands, stretching his arms and wings out.

“Yup, your wings are as good as new!” Scar ducks out of the way of his wings, then gets off of the bed. “I assume you’re staying for the night?” His voice is a little quieter, and Grian turns to him.

“Yeah, ‘course. I’m not coming all the way up here just to get my wings preened then immediately leave. It’s cold out there, plus there’ll be a lot of mobs. I got lucky on my way here, but I’m not risking anything by going out there again.”

Scar seems to relax a little, and grins at him. “Well, good! It’s very dangerous out there, you need to get some sleep.”

“In your single bed,” Grian notes, sitting back down on it. 

Scar shrugs. “Never stopped us last time.”

Grian hums. It’s certainly true, at least. They’d started with two beds in 3rd life, but the desert was cold at night, so they took to just sharing a single bed. So Grian shrugs and lays down, Scar joining him a beat later. It’s a little cramped, but they make do, with Scar pulling him closer until Grian is practically laying across him. Grian huffs, but lays his head on his chest and holds him close in return, their legs nearly tangled together.

It was still a little cold in the hut, but here in Scar’s arms he feels warm. It feels a lot like 3rd life. He closes his eyes. The last thing he feels before he falls asleep is Scar pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

In the morning, a little before the sun rises, Grian will have to go back to the Southlands. Preferably before anyone notices he’s gone. But for now, he can relax with Scar and forget about where they are, even if for just a moment.

[redactahoe]

even more redacted headcanons

i am losing my mind :D

this is just my opinion none of this is canon this is all for shits in giggles and i will infact repeat myself for previous headcanon post srry this is also only somewhat orginized and super unedited

ever person in the shaw pack has/had a crush on darlin

darlin has been voted as the 'hottest person in the pack as well

babe is classically trained in piano and viola and one day dreams to own they're own grand piano don't worry davids rich ass may or may not be planning this as a wedding gift for them

playing off that last point babe hates it when people after finding out they can play, start demanding not asking no demanding them to play something. everytime this happens (which isn't often at least with the shaw pack that is) asher has to physically hold his mate back from violently shoving they're viola bow up the assholes... asshole

instead of hush just waiting at docs apartment for them to come home from work, he would rather creepily sit with his knees to chest in an extra spinney chair in the corner of docs office. like he'll act 'normal' when its just him and doc, but if someone comes in for any reason hell stop talking and just watch them

mentor actually isn't that nice to they're coworkers but when they first saw ollie they were smitten, like ollie is the only person they talked to outside of work stuff. they were not there for water cooler small talk😭but for ollie they would do anything

on that same not i am a firm believer in james spouse being stoned faced with everyone except james and the hand full friends that they have

asset loves listening and asking questions to anton or james talk about their respective spouses

anton has been slowly building up a collection of shiny rocks hes either fond or bought so when he finally gets to go home to his partner and give to them

david is actually besties with babe because their both people who see Asher on a consistent bases and therefore meet up every other week discussing the various type of shenanigans asher gets into

darlin and brights have a bone room in sam and darlin's house.... let me explain, so it is of my firm belief that 90% of the shaw pack is neurodivergent and darlin is not exempt from that. bright also has some vague form of neurodivergent that bright refuses to anyone and this all comminates into both of them coincidently having the same special interests in bones and animals in general. and since sam (according to asher) owns this big ass cabin in the middle of the woods, it was perfect. and bright didnt have the bone room is because they had a small enough collection to keep in their room at sams place. that is until darlin moved and pulled up with their extensive collecting that they've had since the age of 10 and sam was very willing to put one of those 'guest room' nobody uses them bright happen to be there the day darlin and sam were able to get the aforementioned bone collection home form storage and they lost there collective mind with excitement. and sam got watch with this fond and loving twinkle as bright and darlin ramble and trade facts about animals and their bones (and darlin got to teach bright how to properly clean bones it was adorable)(ok ill shut up about this)

angel loves to recreate outfits from many types of videogames and tv show and uses packmembers (read as: tank and asher) as mannequins.

going off that last point(again) david loves listening to angel ramble about they're latest project and intentionally searched and bought a house with alot of big ass closets so angel can hang up all of the finished ones and store all of the stuff they need to make

ftm!guy is rarely ever dysphoric b/c while honey isnt the greatest at expressing their emotions they are incredibly attentive with guy and his needs and wants so this means that honey is always checking in on him. not only that but early on when they were just roommates that one other girl's boyfriend that they were rooming with (i forgot her name) made an off handed/gross comment about guy and honey literally kicked his ass out. like they picked he disgusting ass up and threw him out of the fucking apartment.... guy still laughs about to this day.

i fully believe that the damn polycule does and should include laskos listener (dear) and they can infact dom anyone

all of the de(a)mons can infact purr but gavin and caluem are most open about that fact.

lovely didnt grow up or live the riches life so when they started to dating vincent they had hard time excepting all of Vincent and williams expansive gifts all the while Vincent love langue is gift giving

lovley loves music so much. like its the hyperfixation, anything to do with music and i mean anything lovely could probaly tell you about. and much to willams delight that means he now has someone to talk about music and art from his time peroid (hes over 500 y/o yall) and them knowing exactly what theyre talking about

despite the fact that alot of people will say that lovely is William's fave, its actually untrue. williams favorite is actually darlin, i know i know but stick with me here. i think alot of the clan members to tend to question or disagree with william because hes their king but darlin is very diffrent. i think that once they start attending clan meetings the kinda behave like they're at pack meeting b/c its essentially the same thing. so theyre always asking questions, giving suggestions and even calling william out when he sometimes gets things wrongs. and william loves this, he loves how engaged they are and recognizes that thats just how darlin shows that not only do they care but that theyre listening. hell he'll even tell someone (even if sam has alredy told them the stfu) that trys to rudely interrupt darlin with " YoU SHoUlDnT iNtErRuPt ThE kInG!" to stfu if you dont have anything meaningful to contribute

everyone(excluding like a handful of people) in the both shaw pack and the solaire pack is kinda protective of babe and angel. and its not just because they're both humans its mostly because both of the are humans that treat others as humans. let me explain, so in empowered society ive noticed that vampires and shifter are treated differently form other empowered people. its really supple but anyways both angel an babe see no reason to interact with vampires and shifters any differently from how they would interact with any other person and most of them really appreciate that. people tend to talk to shifters like they're animals of some kind and people tend to act like all vamps have no control over theyre impulses and hunger and when both are asked angel tells the person that no matter what kind of magic got, it doesnt matter. because at the end of the day they all are/were human. with babe youll get similar answer but they'll tack on that its important for everybody to remember that they are people, human of not people are flawed and will make mistake. and trying to pretend that your above/below feelings and flaws is very bad for ones mental health. and thats how alot of older generations of shifter/vamp end up living in the middle of bumfuck no where, borderline insane and very lonely

welp thats it for know

thx for reading sorry if i forget any tags

[clockwayswrites]

I would like. To propose a trade. If you tell us what Danny ~totally didn’t~ buy for Hood I definitely won’t do my level best to draw both items on their respective wearers. Doesn’t have to be a full blown… part? Chapter? …link on the masterpost that doesn’t exist or anything I’m just desperately curious and “not” willing to resort to bribery 👀

... I'm not bribe-able! Totally not! I would never.

Don't look under the cut.

cw: continuation of this, still at the kink shop, still talking mild bsdm

“You know, I think we have a leash that will match that one beautifully. Should we ring you up?”

“I, yeah, yes,” Danny said. He watched Liam look over the leashes, finding the right one. Which was really for the best, Danny didn’t know if he could manage to pick that out yet. He might just start with the collar. He was pretty sure Jason would enjoy it. But what about Hood? Sure they were the same person so they were both getting this present, but they weren’t the same. “Hey, um, you mentioned restraints?”

“Yes, we’ve got quite a selection, though you shouldn’t add too much at once,” Liam said, turning around with a rust colored leash that did indeed match the collar beautifully.

“No, not for me, well, I mean, yes but not… just is there anything that’s good for a person who might not like actually feeling too trapped? Like handcuffs are way out…”

“Ah, to tie up one of your boys.”

Danny gave a little nod.

“We do have some things,” Liam said, leading them off again. “Some people actually like it more. There is something about tying someone up and knowing that they can get out of it at any time. The only reason that they don’t is because they want to be tied up by you. It is often called honor bondage.”

That… okay, Danny could really see the appeal behind that.

Liam stopped plucked a red silk ribbon off of a display. It was an absolutely delicate looking thing with it’s subtle details and tasseled ends. Hood could snap it in an instant.

“Did I pick the right color?”

Danny swallowed. “Yes, it’s perfect.”

[imagineanime2022]

Heroes W/ S/O Like Queen B

Shota Aizawa X Fem!Reader, Taishiro Toyomitsu X Fem!Reader, Rumi Usagiyama X Fem!Reader, Hizashi Yamada X Fem!Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I loved your villains with Queen B helluvaboss😁 may I please request queen B but with the pro heroes Aizawa, Fatgum, Mirko, Or even present Mic And they even like when she sings her song, “cotton candy” That would be pretty cool?

Shota Aizawa

🐛 You are not the type of person that anyone expects Aizawa to be with, you were the complete opposite colourful and sweet, most of the time. 🐛 You were popular amongst the younger kids and some of the teens, he was not surprised when he heard his class talking about you. 🐛 That extends to him hearing people singing your songs, he always thought that the song sounded best when you were singing it. 🐛 The best part of his day was when he’d come home to you humming or singing to yourself as you carried out everyday tasks.

Today had been taxing, 1A had been particularly testy and he had had to step in and stop a number of fights between the classmates and everyone else in the building. Not to mention all the other kids constantly goading the top class in hopes that they could get a rise from them. Honestly it was all childish behaviour and usually he would ignore it but today it so happened that it was his job to deal with it.

He walked into his room at the UA apartments and instantly relaxed when he heard you singing softly, he walked into the kitchen to see that you were frowning to yourself as you cooked. “What’s going on?” He asked as he walked up behind you gently wrapping his arms around your waist. “Nothing…” You answered as you changed the tune you were humming before shaking your head, crossing something out on a piece of paper a little bit away from you. “I’m trying to figure out the next few songs for the album.” “Mmm.” He hummed “I’m sure that you’ll make something amazing.” “You say that every time.” You narrowed your eyes as you let your head fall backwards to rest against his shoulder. “Have I been wrong?” He asked. “That is not the point.” You giggled as you squeezed his hands before continuing to make dinner. “How was your day?” You asked. “Hectic.” He answered “the kids are getting antsy.” “How so?” You asked. “1B is being particularly antagonistic.” Aizawa mumbled, pressing his face into your shoulder. “Well it’s not your problem anymore, let them fend for themselves for a little while.” You said softly, turning off the food and turning around in his grip. “Mmm, only if you show me those songs.” He said softly and you nodded. “Seems like a fair trade.” You finally nodded.

Taishiro Toyomitsu

🍡 You are the best thing that has ever happened to him period. 🍡 You have all the food that he needs, he’ll often come find you because according to him the best food he has had is the food that you have made for him. 🍡 Not to mention he’s always been a fun guy, he loves watching you perform any of your songs and even showed up if you filmed music videos, just for the support. 🍡 If he’s got paperwork to do or just odd jobs that require him to be able to hear everything going on around him, you can guarantee that your music is playing, through speaker or pair of earphones.

You are supposed to be meeting Tai for lunch, he had told you that he had been bogged down with paperwork. You knew that meant that he couldn’t leave the office but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t bring something to the office for him.

You walked into his agency and you could hear it before you even fully stepped into the lobby, a song from your newest album blaring from Tai’s office “has he been playing that all day?” You mumbled to yourself. “All week actually.” Kirishima corrected you, you glanced over at him and Tamaki sitting in the break area. “I’m so sorry.” Your face took on pity you couldn’t imagine dealing with someone playing the same album on repeat when it wasn’t your choice. “Ah it’s not so bad.” Kirishima waved you off but you didn’t believe him, instead you made a new promise. “I’m going to get him to stop playing that album.” You promised, you could hear Tamaki muttering something but you didn’t quite catch it as you made your way towards the office.

He didn’t even look up with you walked in confirming an earlier thought against knocking as he was unlikely to be able to hear you. You walked over to his desk gently knocking on the wood of his desk, he looked up at you and smiled pushing hush chair back and opening his arm. “There she is.” He cheered as you looked around the room trying to locate the control for the sound system. “You won’t find it.” “Where is it, you can’t keep subjecting everyone to this.” You stepped around the table reaching for the desk drawers, opening and closing each of them when you came up empty. “I’m not subjecting anyone to anything, I’m gifting them this.” Tai answered. “I’m not sure that everyone thinks that.” You continued searching still not finding anything, finally you turned to him, realising the many pockets on his hero suit. “Then they shouldn’t be working here.” Taishiro grabbed at your waist when you were close enough. “You shouldn’t joke like that.” You smacked his shoulder as you straddled his lap, hands moving to his pockets, he grabbed your wrist, the movement caused the control to peek out of his pocket, your tail shot out to grab it far to quickly for Taishiro to comprehend. The music cut off and you almost heard the collective sigh from everyone outside of the room. “You're no fun.” Tai pouted and you smirked and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m plenty of fun but no one needs to hear my music that much.” You muttered as he opened his mouth to protest. “I don’t want to hear it, it’s lunch time, let's eat.”

Rumi Usagiyama

🐇 You and Mirko are the power couple of the century, the wolf and the rabbit, most villains were terrified if you two were the ones after them. 🐇 Mirko was never not promoting your music, she loved it and she honestly didn’t care what others thought. 🐇 You were never too bothered by hate that found its way to you through your music career but Mirko often took it as a personal offence and stood up for you in any way that she could, that often worried her PR team but like I said before she doesn’t care. 🐇 Mirko liked when you sang for her and only her, so she’d often ask for a performance at home, where it was just the two of you.

You’d been home for a while before Mirko came in, so long that you had showered changed and started dinner. You heard the door open and smiled when she peered around the kitchen door to look at you. “Good, your home.” She grinned as she walked towards you pressing a kiss to your temple “you’ve been working too hard lately.” “The same could be said for you.” You argued as you turned off the food walking “everything is ready, go wash up while I plate up everything.” “Fine.” She walked towards the bedroom and through to the bathroom while you continued with the food.

After eating you were both in the living room, the news playing softly in the background not that either of you were really paying attention, Mirko had pulled you onto her lap both of you talking in hushed tones about your day and the people that you had spoken to. “You know I missed you today.” Mirko changed the subject, she had been talking about some boring meeting that she’d had to attend, the only reprieve being that she was with Hawks, he made it a lot more bearable. “Missed me? You saw me this morning.” You pressed your finger to her nose and nipped at the air attempting to catch it as you pulled away. “I didn’t have time to listen to you today, usually I hear your voice throughout the day.” She explained. “Mmm.” You hummed. “Where is this going?” “I think after such a stressful day I’m entitled to a personal performance.” Adjusting you to sit facing her she knocked her nose against yours drawing your attention to her. “Personal performance?” You asked. “Whatever song you want.” The grin never left her face and her eyes never strayed from yours. “Right now?” You asked. “Is that a problem?” Mirko asked. “Just a bit sudden, I didn’t have a performance on my schedule today.” You shrugged and she leaned up lips next to your ear. “Come on for me?” And of course you did it.

Hizashi Yamada

🎙 This man has a radio show… I don’t think there is anyone who hasn’t heard whatever your newest song at the time is. 🎙 He will have his own renditions of your song whether that’s covers or remixes, literally dedicates a whole segment to you, man has no chill and also doesn’t know how to keep what he deems small insignificant secrets so that segment is usually dedicated to disproving rumours and telling little secrets. 🎙 No.1 fan, no one hears the end of him talking about you, Aizawa knows more than he should about you. 🎙 Your work colleagues are always calling you telling you that you need to listen to whatever your boyfriend is rambling about because it’s hilarious.

You groaned as you continued to listen to Hizashi continue to enthusiastically rant on about whatever it is that he’s talking about, you had stopped listening a little while ago but it had started with the newest villain arrest that you had made. You were heading to the studio considering Hizashi had gone well over what he had told you was the segmented time for his rant.

“There you are, I tried telling him a few times that he’s going over.” You nodded as you listened to the show runner who was leaning you towards Hizashi’s studio. He opened the door and you rolled your eyes at Hizashi sitting with his feet kicked up as he talked. “You need to end this show.” You said walking towards him but he just laughed. “There she is!” Hizashi cheered. “No, say goodbye to your listeners, time to go.” You ordered. “But I haven’t even played your new song yet.” He whined. “Who’s fault is that?” You pushed his chair away from the mic and leaned forward. “I’m so sorry guys, it looks like he’s gotten carried away again, you’ll have to tune in tomorrow to hear my new release.” You signalled to the other show operators on the other side of the glass and waited for the on-air light to go off before turning to Hizashi. “We’ve talked about this, do you remember what happened with Aizawa?” “I missed you.” He mumbled reaching for you, you rolled your eyes and lifted your hand lacing your fingers together. “That does not need to be everyone else’s problem.” You squeezed his hand prompting him to pull you forward, as he made a noise of disapproval wrapping an arm around you and resting his head on your stomach. “I’m finished now, so how about you pack up and we head home, spend the rest of the evening together.” “Really?” He asked. “Really.” You nodded, he stood from her chair before you had fully stepped back waving to everyone and announcing that he was leaving, while dragging you behind him. You rolled your eyes as you followed after him waving to everyone as you did, some of them mouthing a ‘thank you’.

Request Here!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Detour 3

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

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

Characters: Thor

Summary: You find yourself stranded in a small village.

Part of the Backwoods AU

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

The burly blond leads you through the airy lobby, our valise in one hand as he drags your rolling bag with the other. He doesn’t pause at the counter, instead tossing out and order as he passes, “Darcy, we have a booking for the Berkano suite.”

A woman looks up over the desk and smiles, her lips painted bright pink as she wears a pair of thick black glasses. “Got it!”

She scribbles in an open book with a pen. Is this village so outdated they haven’t even a proper booking system? They haven’t even asked for a deposit. You’re certainly not a criminal but it’s standard business procedure.

“My card,” you step up and slide it across to her.

“Ma’am,” the blond stops by the wide staircase and faces you.

“In a moment,” you wave him off, “I’m not in the habit of existing on charity.”

“Oh, thanks, uh…” the woman, Darcy, looks at your card like she’s never seen one before. You suppose she doesn’t often see that exact type. She lays it on the page of the book and copies the number and your name beside the suite number. “Here ya are.”

She hands the card back and you arch your brows before twisting on your tall heel. You strut over to the wait brute and gesture him onward.

“There we are, sir.”

“Ma’am,” he drawls again.

“Ma’am,” you scowl.

He scoffs as he turns and lifts the rolling suitcase as he starts up the stairs, “apologies, I didn’t get a name.”

You roll your eyes as you set up after him. You keep a hold of the thick railing as you take careful steps in your stilettos. He easily outpaces you and turns back to watch your deliberate ascent, almost mockingly at the top of the step.

“Thor, if you’re curious,” he offers his name as you come up beside him, “so you would be…”

You huff and recite your name. Hopefully, you won’t have use for his. You check your watch pointedly and he chuckles.

“Ah, city folk, always in a rush even when you have nowhere to go.”

“Oh, I do have place to be,” you insist, “tomorrow, the mechanic will patch my axle and I will drive to the city and trade it in for a proper rental.”

“Mmm, sounds like a good plan,” he remarks and points you to the left, “go on. Number 2117.”

You take his directive, if only to be away from him. You will shut yourself up in the suite and shed the weariness of the day. Why did you think this trip would be anything but stressful? This is why you stick to first class and all-inclusive resorts.

“This one here,” he says as you come up to a door. 

There’s a hand-carved wooden plaque next to the door with the number inscribed; 2117. On the door itself, is an odd emblem wrought in iron; it resembles a B but is pointed where it should be curvy. He stops and lets your suitcase stand on its own as he reaches to his belt, pulling for a key attached to a retractable cord.

“I’ll have Darcy bring you the keys,” he offers as he sidles closer. You step back and watch him unlock the door. “Anything else, my lady?”

“My lady?” You glare at him, “wonderful service.”

“I wasn’t being–”

“Sir, I can handle it from here,” you grasp the handle of the round valise and the suitcase. As you try to rip them away, he doesn’t let go. He’s strong and you’re effort barely affects him. “Please, you’ve done enough.”

He snorts, “you are rather charming.”

You shake your head and yank on your bags again. He lets them go so you stagger. You steady yourself and snarl under a curled lip.

“As are you,” you snipe back, “good evening, sir.”

“Thor,” he intones.

“Whatever,” you snap and drag your suitcase through the door.

Before you can kick it shut, he pulls it closed behind you. You shake your head at him and drop your valise on the side table beneath the oak-framed mirror. A single night will be more than enough for you.

Off the entry of the suite is the door to the bathroom. You flip on the light as you peer inside; it’s large with a round tub in the corner, jets embedded in the sides; a pair of porcelain sinks and a long mirror behind them; a shower booth set into the wall with a transparent glass door; and the toilet beside the cabinet of towels and complementary lotions and soaps.

You shut the light off and proceed further into the room. The suit is divided by a centered wall; a long sofa sits against one side, a television mounted on the wall across from it and two arm chairs placed at an angle on either end of the sofa. A low table in the center of the sitting area and side table just beneath the TV, a vase of flowers atop it, along with the phone, and a kettle and pair of porcelain mugs.

On the other side of that, is the small kitchenette, a small fridge, a single cupboard, an ice bucket on the short counter, and a toaster oven on the shelf above. The other shelves hold a set of sparkling crystal glasses and a matching decanter, along with a large clear jug.

You pass through to the bedroom area. On the opposite wall, a pair of sliding glass doors open onto a balcony. There’s a table outside with two chairs. The bed is a king and is made up in luxurious bedding in a shade of charcoal. The suite melds together shades of white, iron, and some blue hues. 

There is a wardrobe against the dividing wall and night tables on either side of the bed. A chaise stands along the end of the bed and a velvet pouf in the corner. There’s a vanity against another wall with little bulbs around the mirror and a tall-legged seat before it. It is acceptable for the night.

A knock comes at the door and you sigh, expecting the same blond nuisance. Of course, he can’t just leave you be. It isn’t as if your disinterest isn’t radiating off of you. You go to the door and swing it open sharply.

It isn’t him. Thank the lord. It’s the girl from the front desk. Donna? You already forget.

“Here are your keys, miss,” she hands over a keyring with brass skeletons and a matching tag, “oh, and Thor said you were a fan of wine.”

She offers a full-bodied bottle of Chardonnay. This man must believe all the stereotypes. You are hardly a Chardonnay enthusiast, you prefer red to white.

“How thoughtful,” you drone.

“Dinner is in an hour. Just down in the dining room. Tonight is roasted hare.”

“Dinner?” You echo.

“Oh, yes ma’am, all guests are welcome to join.”

“Do you have room service?” You wonder.

“Not exactly, ma’am, but we offer three meals a day downstairs. Just turn left as you’re coming down the stairs and it’s right through the door between the lion statues.”

“Mmm, is there anywhere close by I might get a bite. Privately?”

“Um, there’s a cafe in town but it closes early. And Hank’s eatery is a bout a twenty minutes drive, out by the old lumber mill–”

“Dinner in an hour,” you check your watch, “mmm, I’ll think about it.”

You take the wine and spin, elbowing the door shut. It isn’t your first choice but it will do the job.

[ofallthingsnasty]

If your inbox is open could I please request a yandere sae where he traps his Darling by getting them pregnant and also this is around the time where he kidnaps them and they get Stockholm Syndrome if you're uncomfortable with this feel free to ignore my request

hey hey!! sure it's pretty much always open 🤗 thank you for giving my brain something to chew on - this really tickled me bc he isn't necessarily the first character i think of when i think yandere bllk! a cold one, for sure 🥶

tags: yandere, sae is 20+, emotional abuse, baby trapping (no pronouns used for reader but they can get pregnant), noncon mention, smidge of unreliable narrator word count: 0.6k

Sae is one thing: selfish. He knows you're here against your will and he simply doesn't care. He gets what he wants. You won't ever know why exactly he picked you out of all the possible people to obsess over because he won't ever treat you like one would a spouse. He's blunt, he's brash, he's an asshole - even to you. He doesn't keep you small on purpose, Sae is just like that. Unlike some others, he doesn't criticize you to snuff out your self-esteem, he truly thinks what he says. You'll learn how to play by his rules and admittedly - he is fair, at least as far as he is concerned. Neither cruel nor sadistic, he simply expects you to conform and be perfect for him. Deviate from his vision for you and he'll let you know- but as long as you are good for him you won't hear a single word.

He actually strikes me as one of the few from Blue Lock who would choose to kidnap you - it's easier and keeps you by his side. He's pragmatic like that. And because Sae doesn't need your love - he simply takes what he wants - he doesn't care for all that lovey-dovey shit, either. Watch him simply lock you away even though you have never talked to each other. He's convinced you're perfect for him and that's enough. He really wastes no time. In his opinion, your predicament isn't all too bad, even beneficial. Isn't this what so many people strive for? Marry rich, be pampered for the rest of your days, no more worries, no more hurt? Really, you should be over the moon to be the spouse of a famous soccer player. He'll tell you as much; that you should be grateful for the roof over your head, that you'll never have to work another day in your life because of him, that you'll have everything you'll ever want - and that being kept like this is the trade-off, that he expect payment from time to time. All your fighting, your scratching, your crying - it doesn't matter to him. It's annoying, sure, but it won't stop him at all. (Although even Sae has his limits. If you keep screaming at him how you don't care for the designer clothes, the expensive furniture and his stupid house, he isn't above showing you what you're taking for granted right now. Some nice, quaint nights in the basement with little food and water and no clothes should set your head straight. Not cruel. Just pragmatic.)

And because he takes such good care of you, he deserves something else in return, doesn't he? A baby is perfect. It's easy to realize that dream - he's expecting sex from you regularly, anyway and never really bothers with birth control. In the beginning, he humored you a little by using condoms (to soften the blow, so to speak) but by now he simply doesn't care anymore. The thought of you pregnant with his child excites him more than he'd like to admit. It isn't necessarily about keeping or trapping you - he just wants to start a little family with you. (And maybe, just maybe, he is actually a tiny bit in love with you, not just obsessed.) He won't tell you of his decision, he simply fucks you more often. But you're smart enough to catch on, with time - too bad you don't stand a chance against a pro athlete when he bends you over for the tenth time this week and tracks your periods, waiting for your fertile window. You can only grit your teeth and take it, terrified of the day he actually knocks you up.

And as always, he doesn't get why you're making such a fuss; you only have to be good for him. He'll take care of you and your child, you'll see.

[juvenillia]

~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 01: news

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: welcome back, i'm not so fond of todays chapter but we have to start somewhere, readers callsign is Skadi, next chapter is gonna be better I promise, rebloggs are appreciated

CW/TW: mentions of canon violence, guilt, self-doubt, smoking

wordcount: 2.6k

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It’s been a total normal morning at base. They got up early, had their morning runs, met for breakfast, went to some sparring sessions, had a few meetings. Just the usual madness. Soap and Gaz were supervised to watch and get the new recruits in line together with another two Sergeants. Meanwhile Ghost was in their shared office busy sorting all of the paperwork out. MacTavish and Garrick were not actually the best when it came to officialdom. Gaz still more than Soap, but anyways Ghost preferred to do it on his own. This way he knew that the work was properly done.

They all went all after their chores. Ghost was earlier finished than he thought, so he used his newly gained free time to strut around the base. Looking for any troublemakers, or anything to do. Just keeping himself busy. There was especially one thing he learned through all these years; it was an essential need to always keep yourself busy. As soon as he would have too much time to let his thought roam free, they would take a turn nobody wanted. That’s why he hated the time on leave so much. He barely had anything to do, or even anything to accomplish. He often tried to stay at base, taking some other duties on himself, but Price was fast to scold him away. He knew Simon and his mind, but also a Ghost had to rest sometimes.

As he walked along the shooting range, he could make out that Johnny and Kyle are completely caught up in their mission to show those rookies how to not underestimate the weapon in their hands. It’s always an important first lesson. Mostly the rookies where to easy going with the deadly metal in their hands. He stopped in his tracks and glanced down at his own hands. His usual skeleton gloves trade for some casual black ones. Still his skeleton balaclava was resting comforting around his head. His hands were stretching and slackening, reminding him of the first time he held a gun in his hands. The first time he had to kill. The first time Ghost shoved Simon away. He was also young and naïve, but never did he misjudge the weight of his actions. Something those rookies must understand. Anyways, he was more than glad that he wasn’t the person to teach them those lessons. Ghost had a reputation that most recruits were nearly scared away of his way of teaching.

“Lieutenant.”, a familiar voice dragged his thoughts back to the here and now. “Captain.”, he turns around with a nod to approach his superior. His posture switching to be even straighter than anyhow. Just like he would have been caught outpacing. His brows narrowed as he took the serious face of Price in. “Something’s wrong?”, he asked while not adverting his gaze from the older. Price came closer and took a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling deeply. He usually had a contained look, nothing could easily stress him out. I mean, he had to deal with those chaotic situations so many times, and even with more chaotic people.

 “Depends…”, he starts with a low but still soft tone. “Laswell wants a spontaneous meet.”, he states quiet. Simons eyes did widen for barely a second, not even noticeable for anyone. If Laswell wanted to see them all together, it could only mean that trouble was on the way.  He couldn’t even imagine how right he was with that thought, though.

 His head made already millions of possibilities up. Places they could be deployed within the next hours. What kind of intel they would find this time. What has to be prepared before heading out. How long would they be gone? Doesn’t matter, a job must be done. Even when all those thoughts already flooded his mind, he was still with his attention on his Captain. “When?”, Simon asked in his stern demeanor. “Immediately.”, John answered, letting his gaze drift away to the other members of the 141. “Where?”, Simon followed the view over to the shooting range. “Room 530.” – “Alright, gonna get ‘em.” They nodded at each other before Price made his way to be said room and Ghost took off to get his comrades.

“Och, what do you think we’re on to now?”, Johnny asked the other two with a bit too much eager while following them to the room 530. “Maybe, we’ll finally made significant progress.”, Gaz stated while tagging along. Ghost only listened in, while making his own thoughts about the situation. His head already running a mental checklist what’s left to do before leaving. “Nae danger!” [no chance.], Johnny exclaimed in a way too sarcastic tone, which earned a death glare from his Lieutenant. Maybe because of the Scottish, maybe because of the sarcasm, Johnny couldn’t tell.

It took them not more than five minutes to be situated around a table in the small briefing room. Price was already here, looking at Laswell who was seated in front of a table. All of the four men exchanging serious, and tense looks. Price stood on the very right side of the woman. The other three lined up across from them standing behind the table. “So, you wanted to see us?”, Price breaks the silence first and Kate looked at him. A tense line on her forehead. She is unstopping tapping her fingertips on the table, while glancing over to the clock once. “Yes. There’s some news you should hear.”, she says with a quite annoyed sigh. She pushes herself up and looks from soldier to soldier before her look keeps stopping once more on the clock at the wall. “And I wanted to be the one to tell you.”, another sigh escaped her lips.

“That serious, eh?”, Johnny asked carefully, but still with his charming tone. Knowing it wouldn’t do a thing to ease the mood, but it still was in his nature. Ghost nudged him a bit forcefully in his rips. The Lieutenant was way to observant to not notice how the woman tried to keep track of the time. Something seemed odd. He didn’t give it another thought, but he could feel a hint of discomfort growing in his chest. Price also looked with some concern at her. “Where’s it going?”, he asked keeping up his usual tone. Trying to force a small smile onto his lips.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and at the same time a long exhale from Laswell. “Finally.” The men turning their attention to the door. Some more curious than the other. “C’mon in.”, she said a bit louder for you to hear, and the door swung open. That’s when you walked through the doorframe. Wearing your usual combat boots, some casual cargo pants, a tight fitted black turtleneck, an oversized olive parker and a soft smile on your lips. Your hair tightly and clean made, your dog tag hanging loose around your neck on a delicious spot where every man would gladly stare at. Some more subtitle than others. You glance wanders from each member to another, clinging onto them for just a small amount of time. Your posture straight as you walk closer to the table.

“Bloody hell, you’re messing with me.”, Price exhales suddenly which earns him a growing grin from you. “Doesn’t seem like it.”, you walk closer to him. The others in the room exchanging glances as their captain walked over to give you a quick hug. Nothing to read into much, just a friendly and polite gesture which you return. His hands lingering on your shoulders for a moment, before he turns to the oldest woman in the room again. “How did you manage that?!”, Price asked her with anticipation. An anticipation everyone in this room shared. Who were you? What were you doing here?

While Laswell started to talk about a good offer, some deals that were made and only a few calls she had to do, your attentions was brought somewhere else. As both chatted away, the other men were attentional only to your figure and you could say the same. Your eyes were hovering over them. Standing across them you took all of them in an observant glance in. Gaz, what you’re supposed what was his name due to his sign on his chest, only looked surprised when your eyes met. The mohawk was completely flabbergasted, at least that’s what he looked like. What kept your attention the longest was the cold stare from the masked one. You knew people like him, but something in his eyes made you curious and that’s when you let your eyes get lost in his for a moment too long before Laswell mentioned something about your failure of being punctual. You blinked a few times before tilting your head into her direction.

That’s when your attention was completely back on the women. “… ’scuse me?”, you exhaled directly. Arms crossed in front of your chest. “I would totally be on time, when a special someone made sure I got a keycard, or at least a visitors pass.”, you shrugged afterwards, what earned you a chuckle of her. If you thought Johnny was flabbergasted, you should’ve seen his face now after your cocky response. Kate would never admit such an idiotic mistake she made, but you were right with this one. Still, she didn’t give you anything back on it. You had to literally talk the guard at the entry into letting you in like it wasn’t a security area base from the military.

“How did you even get in then, in the first place?”, Gaz asked curious, his gaze still filled with surprise and more questions he didn’t address. “Ask that Brendon.”, you shrugged off, “the guy is totally scared of getting suspended now. Might wanna talk to him.”, you pointed out looking at Kate again. Price started to laugh quiet but genuine. “Wait, he just let you in?”, Ghost asked with a low and distant voice. You didn’t think of his voice to be this deep. Mostly lads like him are all bark but not bite, but him? The appearance totally fitting the voice. It alerted you in a way, that wasn’t so common. He definitely caught your interest. You could already imagine the reputation he holds. “What I think is much more concerning, is that nobody even questioned me, a total stranger, wandering around the base and no one bats an eye.”, you voice seemed really concerned but also mocking. You couldn’t see any of his emotions due to his mask, but you were sure you could see him furrowing his brows deeply as he nodded along.

“Anyways,”, Kate clapped her hands, while she moved to your side. “Meet Skadi, the latest addition to taskforce 141.” – “Nae danger.”, Johnny exclaimed even more excited now. You glanced at him, only for a second with a slight surprise in your look before he stepped slightly forward. “Call me Soap! That’s Gaz.”, you nodded at the guy to his left. “And that’s our Lt.”, his thumb pointing to his right. “Ghost.”, the masked one huffed simply out. “Pleasure to meet y’all.”, you said not overly eager but still with a soothing tone. Soap was easy to get along, he was already way too excited about your joining. Gaz was cautious but still no problem, just a bit calmer but Ghost. You’d need a lot of patience with him, but so would they all need patience with you.

That’s when you felt a hand on your shoulder again. “Glad that you’re finally here.”, Price gifted you one of those charming smiles, and you just nodded back. Price just had something comforting within his presence. It never failed to get to you. “Finally?”, Johnny asked him, you could hear his curiosity even growing in his voice. “Wanted her to join the 141 for quite some time, always turned me down. So, thanks to Laswell.”, he said happy and looked around everyone. You just scratched the back of your neck again.

It was true, you met Price a long time ago to be honest. It was only a coincidence, but afterwards he offered you a slot in his team many times. He always reminded you, that you would always be welcomed in his crew. Back then you already had your place, something you wouldn’t have traded in for anything. So, you always declined his offer, so long that he stopped asking at some point. But after everything that happened you were kind of glad to give it another go. Laswell was right, the civilian life was nothing you could enjoy. Not when you knew what was happening in the world, and especially not when you could change something about it. That’s why you accepted her offer and now you found yourself surrounded by your new comrades. It made you feel uneasy, but you prepared yourself the last four weeks for anything that could happen.

Price didn’t know you in every detail, but who could say that even? He trusted you enough to handpick you out, and you were more than glad to escape the usual madness of a boring civi life. Sure, it would cost you a lot of effort and nerves to build up a good bond to your new teammates, but it didn’t matter. As long as you got each other backs and were professionals everything should be fine. You would do your job the way it needed to be done. Nothing would come in your way, and you wouldn’t commit to the same mistakes ever again. You were a soldier after all, and that’s something that runs so deep through your veins, that you could never change it. You were sure about it because you tried. You tried for six months straight and still you were back.

The briefing went one, talking about a mission in a few days to gather some important intel. All of you followed along closely. You could occasionally feel some glances onto you, but you didn’t give it another thought. As you bid your goodbye your new captain offered to show you around and put you on some tasks for the next days until you’ll leave. Those tasks would of course contain team bonding activities, that you were totally not fond of, but you had no choice. You already knew that Price thought of this team more of a family, than an only professional squad. That was what also scared you away from his offer, but now you were here. Trying to learn to get along with a bunch of people that you now had to rely on, but they were in the same position like you.

A sigh of relief escaped your throat as soon as you sat down on your new bed in your new room. Surely you were happy to be back to do, what you could do best, but was it even your best? Could you even think of yourself as good enough after all? You shook those thoughts aside and searched in your pockets for a small box. Price still wanted you on the team, so everything should be fine. “Pull yourself together.”, you said while pulling out your box of cigarettes. Soon you headed out for a quick smoke, shoving all those doubts aside. Tomorrow would be a brand-new start, and you wanted to get at least some rest before starting all over.

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omg hi !!! i just read ur new mike hc and OMG ITS SO CUTHEUERU will cry everyday thinking abt it. but i also saw that ur requests are open for mike and i’ve been DYING FOR SOME MIKE SCHMIDT FICS the rage abt him was too short😔 i was thinking something similar with the hc that you already have but with a little angst? maybe him waking up from a bad dream and just needing his gf? i just wanna see some domesticity with him and abby and just the gf taking care of them just to help him a little THE MAN NEEDS A BREAK PLS idk i think it would be super sweet. i hope ur having a good day!! if u don’t wanna take up this request that is totally a-o-kay🩷

a/n: i am so sorry. i completely forgot about this sizzling in my inbox and it has now been SEVEN MONTHS since this movie's release. but this was such a cute idea, i needed to finish it!! im so sorry and i apologize if youve moved on from this man omg LMAO pairing : mike schmidt x gn!reader warnings : kind of heavy angst w/delving into mike's thought process, mentions of nightmares, otherwise fluff. partly proofread. SPOILERS! (but you guys... probably dont need the warning by now, right?)

mike's nightmares (dreams?) about garrett didn't really... go away after everything that happened at freddy's. sure, it gave him some ounce of comfort knowing that he'd found the man who took his brother-- one of his lifelines, away from him, and also knowing that the same man who took his brother was now dead. but regardless, it didn't take the memories nor the guilt away. mike is, and has always been convinced that everything bad leading up to now must've been his fault. starting with garrett, all the way up to vanessa's coma, no matter how many times you've told him otherwise.

and that lingering guilt seeps into his dreams, too. he's had less dreams about garrett, and he's slowly started to have actual stupid, brief, 'normal' dreams that he can't even remember once he wakes up ever since he stopped taking the ambien; he could now safely fall asleep to the sounds of your breathing, the soothing motions of your hands in his hair, and the crickets outside rather than the repetitive nature sounds on the walkman. but when the dreams about garrett happen, they're... different. they aren't the same sequence that would usually happen in his dreams like before. he can't even remember what happens in them anymore, his memory fading as soon as he wakes up as if he hadn't dreamt anything at all-- but he's always waking up with sweat condensed on his brow, his heart racing out of his chest, and a lingering feeling of dread tugging at his heart, always feeling like somebody was watching him. he'd often wake up with a gasp, or a brief shout. it brought an aching feeling like no ofher— and while he doesn't remember the dreams anymore, the aching feeling is still the same he used to get when he was searching for why, and who kidnapped his brother. and there's another overwhelming feeling of guilt too— how could he ever even think of trading his sister for garrett?

sometimes you wake up from his violent shudders or sobbing, sometimes you don't. and when you do, you're there in a heartbeat-- your body moving faster than your sluggish, tired brain to pull him close and hug him tightly into your chest as he sobs incoherent words, not caring about his cries moving through the thin walls. he'll always apologize no matter how many times you tell him that there's no need to. he woke you up. shouldn't he feel bad about that? he just doesn't want to inconvenience you anymore. but you're pulling him out of his thoughts quickly, comforting him before he even gets a chance to regret waking you up.

it doesn't take him long to calm down whenever you're around to hold him, just like how he needed. the both of you breathing softly, the only sounds audible being your heartbeat and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees outside. quiet, just what mike needed. just like what he craved, with you.

"'m so tired." he'd whisper, blinking slowly as he traced absentminded patterns on the skin of your collarbone, the repetition soothing him. he always liked doing that. and he liked when you did the same thing with him.

"i know." you'd whisper back— and he didn't need to head anything else to feel your overwhelming care for him. it was still so confusing for him to adjust to— the fact that you wanted him even after all of the fucked up shit he went through. no— you didn't just want him, you loved him. held him without a care in the world, and you'd do it in a heartbeat. you learned his body language— knowing exactly what he needed and when. you were his home— you and abby were his home.

one morning, he's waking up alone. not really something that concerned him— you had stuff to do. like work, taking abby to school when you insisted he stay home and rest. he rubs his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling for a bit longer before pushing himself out of bed— there's no use in dwelling on last night, anyways.

mike shuffles out of bed with a yawn, scratching at the skin riding up on his shirt before feeling something wrap around him at torso level. he looks down, and it's abby. he gives her a small smile, bending down slightly to wrap his arms around her, and she giggles. "i'm not supposed to say anything." she whispers, rocking back on her feet slightly. okaaay... secrets right when he woke up, just what he needed. but he smells something good— pancakes? that has him shuffling right into the kitchen, staring at you tending to the stove, the perfect image of domesticity.

as abby's shuffling into the living room to go watch labrynth once more, mike paddles behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, giving a small kiss to your collarbone as he's staring down at your perfect hands, watching you make breakfast. usually he was the one to make breakfast— what was the special occasion? "i'm guessing this is what abby was being secretive about?" he grinned softly, breathing in the warm scent of your hair. soft. you were soft.

"i told her she wasn't supposed to say anything." you replied back, giving a soft 'hmph' as you eyed abby from the kitchen with a soft smile on your face, turning the heat off to the stove before turning around to face your boyfriend. the eggs were done cooking, anyways. "just... thought i'd do something nice for you. let you sleep in a little." your voice was soft, held implications of last night's nightmares shaking mike violently awake. he... didn't get much sleep whenever they happened. his eyes fluttered softly at the feeling of your hands carding through his hair again, and he's already about to fall asleep right at the stove.

you're prepared for him to pout, claim that breakfast was his job and that you shouldn't have gotten out of bed so early with the fact that you had so much stuff to do. but instead— he gives you a soft, bashful smile as he grabs your hand gently, kissing your palm. "thank you. y'know I love you, right?" he whispered, giving you a gentle peck on your lips. fuck morning breath.

"i love you." you whispered back, moving to lean in another time before you're hearing a dramatic gag from the living room, coming from abby. you and mike are scoffing with soft grins as the both of you depart from eachother— but still never looking away.

he never really worried about his nightmares after that, anyway.