#listen he's just a messed up little guy smallest of them all

[chayannesegg]

If Tubrat was being REALLY honest, his day with Ratcumber was the best day he can EVER remember. Ever ever. Ever ever ever.

Of course, that feels mean to Mordecai—that his best day ever could possibly be on a day when Mordecai was gone and he didn't know if when (the Angelic One says soon) he will be back—so he doesn't say it out loud. Doesn't even think it, really.

It's just, he was SO worried. Because Ratcumber was so nice and then he hurt her. He REALLY hurt her. On purpose. She screamed. She must have been so hurt and scared and lonely. And no one stopped him! Everyone saw it happen (like always) and didn't do ANYTHING. And it was really scary, like REALLY scary and he can't stop thinking about it. About hurting her. About doing what he was told. She should hate him forever like everyone else but he had to. He HAD to.

He can't be without Mordecai again. He can't be alone and face all the other rats who hate him and don't care about him and left him to die and want to forget he exists.

Because he's so awful and broken and he can't shut up about it because it hurts less to say everything wrong with him before anyone else can spot it on his face. Because it's worse if someone else says it first. Because Everyone knows, but only he should say it.

Mordecai doesn't say it. He's just there. He's always there for Tubbo and he doesn't leave. He never leaves. Until he was ABANDONED and left to DIE and Mordecai was lost. Because TUBRAT let him go. Because Tubrat failed. Because Tubrat didn't deserve to keep him.

He has to earn him back. He'll do WHATEVER the Ancient Ones Angelic Ones want. So he's not alone anymore.

And Ros knows. Ros knows. She gets it! She GETS it. She also doesn't want to be alone. She was a companion to a HUMAN. She lost them. She wants to GO BACK.

It's so scandalous he can barely imagine it. Rats don't mix with humans. Humans are SCARY. They're scary. They're so scary that is Tubrat is willing to hide in an attic with rats who hate him just to avoid them. He can't imagine how Ratcumber feels SAFE around one.

But he can imagine being alone after losing a friend. And no one caring, well knowing. No one else KNOWS Ratcumber is missing a human. Because Ratcumber doesn't tell people. She keeps her worst parts secret like Shelby keeps her worse parts secret.

Which Tubrat also can't imagine because it's like anytime he tries to keep something bad a secret it seems to burst out of him like bees escaping a hit hive.

(Unless he needed to be sneaky, like right now with the plan to hide Ros' sacrifice. Then he can be sneaky because he HAS to be. No one will notice he's up to something until it's too late. Owen and Munch and Ratman know NOTHING. Totally. Definitely. For sure.)

Of course, the other rats would PROBABLY care if Ratcumber told them she was missing her human. If they got over their fear and anger. Because Ros is good and kind and nice. The rats would understand that Ros wants her human back. They would want her to feel safe and happy (unlike him).

But Ros DOESN'T tell the other rats. Because Ros is scared. And lonely. And she doesn't want to live in a place where everyone hates her for being friends with a human.

And that's.... awful, really. How scared and lonely and desperate Ratcumber must be all the time. And it makes Tubrat's stomach twist to think about. Especially because her sadness makes him HAPPY.

Because she GETS it.

Gets him.

The Angelic One was RIGHT.

She was the PERFECT sacrifice.

Even though it hurt her. Even though it was scary. Even though it felt bad.

Because now she understands. That Tubbo's not crazy. That the Great One ANGELIC ONE can save them. That it was necessary.

And this is good for Ratcumber. Because she gets her friend back (maybe, no definitely, the Angelic One wouldn't lie).

But also it's good for TUBRAT. Because now it's almost like he has a friend.

Ratcumber talked to him! And listened to him! And built a new altar with him.

She made it better. They worked together and made a BEAUTIFUL altar that the Angelic Ones will LOVE and then he'll get back Mordecai and Ros will find her human and everything will be so GOOD.

Because Ros gets him now. She gets HIM. Tubrat. No one ever has before. She saw the very worse parts of him. Really saw them. Felt them. Was hurt because of his desperation. His need. His weakness.

And she DIDN'T leave.

She talked, listened, built with him. Even more than that she PLAYED with him.

Ros played with him.

SHE PLAYED WITH HIM.

No one plays with Tubrat. But Ros DID. She ran around (not away from him) together with him and lied to other rats about doing a play and teaching Tubrat how to talk to rats.

And It was FUN. It was FUNNY. Tubbo laughed SO much it hurt. He didn't know laughter could DO that.

And it was true. Kinda.

This was the longest time Tubrat has EVER spent with another rat in a LONG time. And it did feel like Ros was showing him how it works. And she wasn't scared off when he did something weird.

Ros played with him and he played back and nothing went wrong. No one yelled at him. No one caught them.

(Which, by the way, Ratman didn't CATCH them. He just said scary words but he knows nothing. They can fix it. They can fix it TOGETHER. Because Ros GETS it.)

And the play. The play! Owen sounded like he wanted to buy tickets. So maybe they WILL put on a play. To keep up the act. They'll HAVE to do Ratcumber's Shake-Spears thing. Even though it's probably stupid. But, it might be fun.

Maybe they could have Beky join too once she's been sacrificed. And then he'll have TWO friends. Almost friends. Kinda friends.

No, THREE friends.

Because then Mordecai would be back (right?). And Tubbo REALLY won't be alone anymore.

And, well, Ros' human still sounds scary, but maybe they would watch from a distance.

And Beky would invite El.

The point is today was a GOOD day. Ros GETS him. He ALMOST has Mordecai back. Nothing can go wrong now. And all the bad-scary-awful things that had to happen don't matter anymore.

They only have ONE more sacrifice to do, and Beky will WANT to do it. To save her wife. So it won't even be THAT bad or scary. He doesn't even have to do it. Ros will do it and he just has to WATCH.

Tubrat just has to do ONE more thing and then maybe everything will stop feeling so bad.

Then EVERYTHING will be PERFECT.

And no one can stop it from happening.

Right?

[alexlwrites]

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.

Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: I’m truly sorry for this sad excuse of an update.

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°•. ✿ .•°

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲, 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

(<<< part one)

“I can’t believe you’re doing this again” Jane’s voice rang through the phone as you walked down the streets towards your desired coffee spot.

You also couldn’t believe you were doing that again. You tried your best to live your life with no regrets, but men made it very hard.

“Have you seen him since he fled the crime scene?”

“Stop calling it a crime scene” you snapped.

“Well, have you?”

Your silence was enough of an answer. No, you had not seen or heard from Jungkook since he ran away from your bedroom in the dead of night, leaving behind only the smell of cologne and, funnily enough, a single sock. When you woke up that day to an empty bed, sheets crumbled and a mattress indented on the side where he had slept, all you could muster was a tired sigh of disappointment. 

And to be completely honest, you were disappointed with yourself, not Jungkook. You expected nothing less than a quick escape of him. But you should’ve known better than to hope for anything. Despite everything, you were still an idealist at heart and you thought that maybe just this once…

You shook your head obstinately. You had learned early on that no good would come from moping around for men who would never once feel any regret for their thoughtless actions and if your pain were to be always one sided, then it was better not to feel any at all. Not to dwell on it, move on, learn from it and be better. Or be worse, sometimes, as self-improvement was not always your goal.

Sometimes, you chose to listen to the tiny revengeful angel on your shoulder - who kind of sounded like Taylor Swift - that screamed for violence and vindication.

As your failed relationships started to pile up, you did reach a point where you had to wonder if you were the problem, as it was the canonical event of all 20 something women. But observation, therapy, critical thinking and hereditary pettiness brought you to the decision that it was not, in fact, your fault. At least not all of it. 

With that in mind, you left only the smallest of time slots in your booked and busy schedule to ponder and grieve over the fickle nature of boys’ interests. You had better, more important things to do, such as mindlessly scroll through Minecraft/AITA videos and save pilates routines that you were never gonna do. 

Still, in an experience intrinsically feminine, you allowed yourself a little treat to cope with the slight burn of despondency in the back of your mind. 

And so you directed yourself to the bougie coffee house near campus, hoping to drown your sorrows with an aggressively sweet and overly caffeinated drink. 

“You should slash his tires”

“Jane, please, we have talked about this.”

“You should totally slash his fucking tires!"

"Saying it louder is not gonna make me agree with you! Jane…"

Suddenly your eyes found Jungkook's across the room filled to the brim with depressed, financially irresponsible students, making you pause and hold back the urge to curl your lips in distaste. It bothered you that even with scared eyes as big as saucers and hunched shoulders to appear smaller, Jungkook still managed to look good. 

But you knew better than to let him know how much his presence and pretty face annoyed you. Boys like Jungkook only cared about having an impact on people’s life, very rarely caring if it was good or bad. He wanted a reaction out of you and you learned better than to give those away so carelessly.

So you frowned and looked away, the words practiced on your lips as you said “Some guy is staring at me.”

Jane laughed loudly on the phone “You’re a psycho, you know that?”

“I don’t know who it is, Jane, some dude” you stole a quick glance at him, finding vengeful glee at his shocked expression.

“Send me a pic of his reaction, I’m posting it on TikTok.”

You continued playing your part, ignoring your sister’s interruptions as you usually did “Of course I’m carrying a taser, Jane, I’m not an animal…”

“I’ll give you 5 bucks to tase him.”

“You know what, this coffee is not even worth the visual harassment, God I hate men…”

You walked out of the coffee house, hand empty but with a fulfilled sick sense of accomplishment as you stepped out into the street with a shit-eating grin.

“I hope you know what you’re doing” Jane said and you could hear the smile in her voice. Out of your two sisters, Jane was never the one to tell you to not do something, preferring to let you make your own mistakes.

And boy, did you. 

You left your big, beautiful, tattooed mistake behind you, ready to move on to something less prone to disappointment, such as fictional men and your Stardew Valley husband “Dont worry” you told your sister “I don’t.”.

—

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, left eye twitching slightly at your unbothered expression.

After your confusing exit from the coffee shop and a good amount of jabs from his friends, Jungkook had to hunt you down across campus, finding you sitting under a tree with a book in your hands, looking way too peaceful for someone who just had humiliated him.

You looked down at your book with an arched eyebrow “Kegels, clearly. Why?”

“No, I mean…” Jungkook’s frustration was rising by the second, the vein on his neck jumping out “Why are you acting like you don’t know me?”

You frowned.

 “Do I know you?” you asked, face doubtful.

“We have classes together?”

You blinked, impassive.

“We went on a date?”

A head shake.

“We slept together!”

“Nope, can’t say it rings any bells.”

That’s it. Jungkook was actually convinced you were clinically insane. 

“How can you not remember?”

“How can I remember something that never happened?”

“But it did! You’re crazy! I chased you for weeks!”

You smiled, a trap.

“So, you're, like, in love with me?” you ask, tone condescending. 

Jungkook scoffed and you weren’t sure if it was at the idea of love or loving you. “No, of course not.”

“So in this dream scenario of yours, we had sex but we weren’t together?”

“Trust me, this” he gestured between the two of you “is no dream scenario.”

“Well, aren’t you a charmer” you crossed your arms in front you, defensive “Let me get this straight. You, allegedly, chased me for weeks, but don’t really like me. Then, we had casual, out-of-relationship sex and then what? You banged my head against the headboard so hard I completely forgot about it? Your story is full of holes, my dude.”

You had to fight back the urge to smirk, energy spiking from feeding off of Jungkook’s stupefied confusion.

Nail in the coffin, you shrugged, turning your eyes back to your book “Maybe you weren’t that memorable and my mind deleted you like a childhood trauma.”

A slight left eye spasm was all the reaction you got at first, evolving to the pursing of pouty lips and the clenching of fists.

“You are insane” he said at last after seconds of turning clogs in his barely filled mind.

“Finally you said something true.”

Jungkook was equally bewildered and furious. He didn’t know what your deal was or what you were getting out of this, but your refusal to admit you had sex pissed him off deeply considering how much time and effort he put into getting you together.

“Also, I have to ask” you continued, clearly not done with your pursuit of driving him up the wall “what was your goal with this conversation? Chasing me for weeks to then sleep with me and then come here and tell me you’re not actually interested in me, but being upset when I don’t remember something that didn’t happen… What’s the point?”

Jungkook paused. Truly, he didn’t have much of an end goal in mind, actions fueled only by a bruised ego and a childish, borderline pathological need to prove himself.

When he didn’t answer, you stood up and gathered your things, keeping your head down to hide your poorly concealed satisfaction “I’ll let you ponder on that” you said “Don’t worry about reaching out with an answer, though.”

Finally, you looked up at him, face masked with faux awkwardness. “Anyway. Nice to meet you, I guess? No, actually, not really, this was weird as shit. You seem to have some things to figure out. Get help and take care, my dude.”

And so you left, leaving behind only a cloud of your bergamot perfume and a perplexed Jungkook blinking owlishly. 

There was a sudden influx of thoughts rushing through his usually much less busy mind, the general tone of confusion ringing amongst humiliation and frustration.

When Jungkook first set his greedy eyes on you, he had an inkling that you’d be a handful and in the beginning, you truly were. You took pleasure in making everything much more difficult for him, running from his presence like the plague and approaching the whole subject of him like one would the subject of warts - reluctantly and with caution.

And if he were honest, he wasn’t too sure on why he insisted, but one would be surprised at how far Jungkook would escalate things out of spite and resentment.

It was that same sick combination of flavors that drove him insane for weeks, moving him to pester you until you gave him a chance. And he took it, lord, did he take it.

That night, he made every possible effort to please you, cloaked in his best, non-ranch stained clothes and best non-arrogant behavior.

And when morning came and he opened up his eyes before you did, tired out from the epitome of his bestest behavior, there was a moment of quiet as he watched you eyelids flutter delicately, soft arm draped lightly over his waist.

The night before had been… Fun, he thought, even before you had reached your bedroom. You were weird and used a bunch of words he didn’t know, but you also made him laugh and listened to him babbling about his interest without once looking bored, even going as far as asking questions about his farfetched MCU theories.

And despite your many (too many to count, insurmountable really) differences, you had… Chemistry, one could call it. Thick chemistry, palpable tension, pushing you towards each other despite your previous attempts to go the other way.

But no amount of chemistry could break Jungkook’s routine as inertia pushed him out of your bed, practiced steps light as feathers as he escaped your apartment with one last look to your sleeping form and somehow one less sock on his feet.

And as he left, there was an undiagnosed pounding in his heart he tried to chalk off as the result of his Dorito and monster drink based diet, but his eyes kept flashing back to where you rested even when he was miles away.

He tried to make sense of your persistent presence in the back of his mind. You were cool, he’d give you that. Hot too. But it didn’t matter how your body fit his like they were manufactured together or how your passive aggressive way of flirting (or insulting, he had a hard time telling them apart with you) never failed to steal a snort from his lips. And yeah, it was kind of nice when you called him cute everytime he didn’t understand something you said. It brought a blush to his cheeks and wild butterflies to his stomach, because… Well, no one had ever called him cute after middle school. Hot? Yes. Sexy? Once a week. Biggest dick ever? Yes, both meanings.

But not cute. And deep down, under layers of aggressively oversized shirts and muscles… Jungkook kind of liked being cute.

Jungkook shook that thought away. Despite all that, you were a point he had to make.

And he did! Point proven and undisputed, up until you looked at him like he was a silly little kid throwing a tantrum (which he kind of was) and questioned him and his sanity,

But Jungkook was obstinate and, even more, the sorest of losers. He had proven himself once and would again! He was a man on a mission, he decided, watching you walk away from him while mouthing the words “I’ll pray for you!”. And the mission was to either send you into a psychiatric hospital or get you back into his bed.

And if the butterflies in his stomach fluttered excitedly at that second prospect, he didn’t allow himself to ponder on it for a single second.

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[reesespeanutbutterfuck]

RIVAL KEN SATO 4 THE KEN SATO BRAINROTTERS

pairing: ken sato x reader

cw: f!reader, rival!ken sato AND AT THE SAME TIME enemy!ken sato, intimidating reader, reader somehow becomes emi's mother figure, goofy ahhh writing again, girldad!ken sato

here's chapter one.

rival!ken sato who swore by his no attachments vow before he moved to tokyo from LA.

rival!ken sato who was confident and certain he'd outshine all of his teammates in this new team he's in, his favorite baseball team in his childhood, the giants.

rival!ken sato who was flabbergasted when he found out that you, the sole woman in the team, were the one leading the team.

rival!ken sato whose daydreams about himself being the star of the giants got crushed because you were already there.

rival!ken sato who you didn't approve of and who you saw as a disgrace to the team and baseball. you have no idea how he got in. everyone says he's one of the best players of his team back in LA, but all he did was to dissapoint you.

rival!ken sato, the newbie who ruins all his bats and messes up in court in every chance he gets. you were losing patience with this new guy.

rival!ken sato who wants to become the same level as you and who you saw as a threat to your place in the team.

rival!ken sato who despite being your teammate, competes with you for the same exposure and place in the team, but horribly fails because his own arrogance and egocentrism always gets in his way.

rival!ken sato who always gave you a fair competition and doesn't hold back to give it his all just because you're a woman, out of respect for and belief in your capabilities, that you always appreciated. you don't want to have an easy male opponent just because you're female.

rival!ken sato who is actually more gentlemanly outside the court, but somehow his clumsy attempts at cockily striking a conversation with you fails because of your dismissive nature.

rival!ken sato who subconsciously started to "admire" his intimidating hardcore female teammate who doesn't even talk to him and obviously dislikes him.

rival!ken sato who started storing all data he can find about you in his AI companion's system, because you somehow "help deal with some of his... problems at home, refusing to acknowledge how one of the reasons why he does it is because he wants to know you—that he's interested in you.

rival!ken sato who started to get all mushy and nervous around you. he doesn't know what's wrong with him. being the naive dolt he is, thinks it's just because you were intimidating, as you always were, and he's just intimidated. he brushes it off.

rival!ken sato who you were forced in a close proximity since shimura wanted you to teach him a lesson and make sure he gets his shit together, that you've always wanted to do, you only needed to be given a pass.

rival!ken sato who appreciates your contructive criticism. who actually listens to your advices on how to improve himself.

rival!ken sato who grew on you little by little.

rival!ken sato who now respects you as a teammate, and not as a rival.

rival!ken sato who you were starting to tolerate as your time together passes by.

rival!ken sato who felt this weird feeling in his chest when one random night he acknowledges how he was finally slowly being more open and tolerant of him. every interaction, even the smallest ones, were always cherished by him.

rival!ken sato who sleeps soundly with an involuntary smile on his face everytime he thinks about the validation you give him earlier that day, as he looks forward to the next day because it means he'll be seeing you again.

rival!ken sato who secretly rejoices at the back of his mind when he observes how you don't glare at him that often anymore, how you're more comfortable with letting him in your personal space, how you include him now when you're talking team. how you're starting to speak more than five words and none of them were intended to criticize him. he realized it meant two things—one, his pending task of improving himself is a success, and two, you two were becoming closer.

rival!ken sato who is already contented with only what you can give, as he accepts his feelings towards you, at the same time also accepting you'll be nothing but friends, and it's fine. It's his fault for catching feelings, after all, never yours. little did his poor, oblivious self knew, you've grown to care about him more than you should, too.

rival!ken sato who threw away his no attachments vow because of you.

rival!ken sato who was parallel with you in many ways, you two were just as broken as each other.

enemy!ken sato who doesn't know you were also an undercover agent of the KDF, the organization trying to take him down.

and enemy!ken sato who you don't know was the man behind ultraman. the very person you were tasked to take down.

enemy!ken sato whose relationship with you would be a mess with if the both of you finds out about each other's alter egos.

oh,

by the way, all of these encounters would be even more interesting when i tell you emi will also be in the picture while these scenes unfold.

and as you somehow at one point, ended up as her mother figure. you, someone so closed-off, as a mother figure?

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[daycourtofficial]

How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you

Pairing: Eris x Rhysand’s sister!reader | WC: 3.2k | warnings: depictions of violence

Summary: Eris tells his sons a story, letting them know how a strong knight defeated an evil dragon and saved the kingdom.

Note: this is a part of my gingerfucker series and mentions events that are detailed in ‘Cold was the steel of my axe to grind’. This is also anplay on the ‘retellings’ prompt for today - thought it’d be fun to have Eris sanitize how Beron died as a fairytale story @erisweekofficial

“Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.” - G.K. Chesterton

The sound of wood clashing rang through the room before being immediately followed by a trio of giggles. Eris stood outside the door, arms crossed debating what to do, listening as the children inside pretended to be knights defeating an evil king. Or was it a dragon they were fighting and they were Peregryn warriors? It was impossible to keep track of Atlas, Nyx, and Leif’s antics. Their interests changed so quickly, it was impossible to keep track of what was the thing to be during their playtimes.

Their games of make believe often took elements of Eris’s life and formed a hodgepodge of stories where most of the time they are brave warriors seeking to defend their lands.

The boys enjoyed it. Eris’s back didn’t whenever he was deemed the bad guy, their small swords leaving bruises that seemed to last for a week.

Early fights between the boys had led to many tears - they all wanted to be the hero, the good guy. They did not know the males their fathers had been before, the males who had done unspeakable things to survive.

Before he could make the decision himself, Leif had made it for him by appearing in the door way and holding onto Eris’s trouser leg. Eris ran his fingers through Leif’s red locks, forcing his son to look up at him.

Leif was incredibly sensitive - an empath like his mother, Leif often became overwhelmed incredibly quickly. Fat tears would begin rolling down his cheeks before anyone could realize what went wrong. Nyx and Atlas, both a few years older than Leif, often became too rambunctious for the smallest Vanserra.

But Leif’s eyes were bright and full of joy, not a hint of upset on his small face.

You and the Archerons had gone to spend the evening in a cabin a few miles away. You weren’t far from the Forest House or from Eris’s mind, but you insisted you needed a weekend before this next babe came to be yourself. Three kids under five was going to be a lot and the two of you wanted to soak up every moment possible before having a newborn again.

Unfortunately, Leif took the separation from his mother much harder than Atlas did, but seemed to be doing surprisingly well. Eris crouched down, getting down to Leif’s level to ask, “are you alright?”

The small boy nodded before a yawn escaped his mouth, betraying his real feelings.

“Are you tired?”

Leif’s nod at that question was more pitiful, as if a full nod were too taxing for the small boy. Eris opened his arms, allowing Leif to wrap his arms around Eris’s neck before he stood back up, walking into the playroom, finding it impossible to find the floor from the toys scattered across it. He got peeks at the green rug beneath, but various plushies and toy armor littered the floor hiding it.

Eris whistled, the two whirlwinds slowing down enough to take form as small boys, their swords going lax at their sides.

“Is this a playroom or a graveyard for lost toys for all of Prythian?”

The two looked to each other as they fell into a mess of giggles, the cousins looking completely unrelated. Atlas so far had inherited no features from his mother, the little boy pale and freckly much like his father, his cheeks often pink from how hot he ran.

Nyx on the other hand was quite tan, a byproduct of the time he spent in the sun this summer. His small wings fluttered in excitement, not quite strong enough to launch him from the ground but enough to produce a decent wind.

Eris had gotten all three of them washed up an hour ago, allowing them to work out the last of their energy in the playroom where he knew they wouldn’t get dirty again. He figured Lucien had crept off to his own rooms to change, his clothes dripping with water after Atlas snuck his hound, Pumpkin, into their bath and Lucien had to chase down the wet beast.

Eris was so amused at the sight he didn’t tell his brother he could simply call for the dog, instead letting him slip and slide across the floors in an attempt to get to him.

The boys stood in their pajamas, all looking up at Eris. He moved his head toward the door, motioning for Atlas and Nyx to follow him.

“Come on. Time for bed.”

The two small boys groaned, but Leif merely nuzzled into Eris’s neck as he carried him into the room down the hall.

Despite the size of the Forest House, Atlas and Leif did much better when sharing a room. The two had been kept separate when Leif was born, until Leif was around eight months old and Atlas woke up just about every night and dragged Leif into his bedroom.

Most mornings Eris found Leif in Pumpkin’s dog bed in the corner of Atlas’s room, curled up with his older brother, Pumpkin sleeping peacefully on his son’s bed.

The first morning it happened caused Eris to spiral. Finding Leif’s crib empty sent him on a hunt throughout the house, waking up everybody in the process until he went to check on Atlas, finding the small babe in his brother’s arms.

It has been several years and the boys fight on occasion, but overall are quite happy to share a room. For tonight they get to have Nyx share their room too.

To prepare for their cousin, the boys grabbed their mattresses, pushing them together on the floor and putting pillows and blankets all over the floor so all three of them could lay together.

Nyx’s wings were still quite small - not big enough to support his weight, they barely stuck out around his shoulders. The sight of Nyx’s wings still sent a twinge of guilt through Eris.

It had been centuries since your wings were taken from you, but Eris still remembers the venom he had spat at you right before you lost them and how incredibly small you looked when Tamlin had showed up with you, your back a bloody mess.

You had made peace with it long ago, but every so often whenever he finds himself with an Illyrian nearby, he wishes you could have those wings back, even if for just a moment. To watch you glide in the air, the winds of Autumn that had pushed him so far holding you up.

Eris lit the candles in the room, dusk casting the room in darkness. Leif’s fingers gripped his collar tighter as he crouched down, failing to put him on the floor.

“Can you tell us a story?”

Atlas perked up at Leif’s sleepy voice, practically vibrating in excitement. “The one with the dragon, please daddy?”

Atlas clutched his hands together in pleading, bouncing up as Eris agreed. He knew what Leif’s question was for - the small boy didn’t want to be set down yet, too content in his father’s arms to be left alone. If only Beron were alive to watch him cave to the demands of toddlers - his heart would stop beating in anger.

Eris stood back up, all attempts of removing Leif forgotten as he moved to the rocking chair in the corner, sitting with Leif curled up to his chest just like he had done hundreds of times before. Atlas and Nyx followed, sitting right in front of Eris on the mattresses that lay across the floor. He rocked for a moment - both to gather his bearings, deciding where to start the story, and because the anticipation killed the little boys before him.

“A long, long time ago, there once lived a knight.”

“What’s his name?”

Atlas was quick to shush his cousin, annoyed at his interruption no matter how many times he had heard the story. Leif began tapping on Eris’s chest, wanting him to keep talking, the sound of his voice soothing.

“We’ll just call him the knight. The knight lived a long time ago in a kingdom that doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Why not?”

Eris had no idea where Nyx’s inquisitive nature came from - his father certainly didn’t look too hard at the world outside of his dim perspective. The boy probably spent too much time with Azriel - anytime the spymaster was seen by either of his kids, they both ran rampant with questions of “why” and “how”, partly because Azriel would answer every single one of their questions, and because in their presence, he would also ask why and how and who questions.

“You’ll find out.”

Nyx opened his mouth, but Atlas moved his hand over his cousin’s mouth. “Stop.”

Eris continued with his story. “The knight lived in a land ruled by an evil dragon. He breathed fire at anyone who dared try to overthrow him.”

Nyx’s eyes grew large, excitement filling them as Eris pretended to breathe out fire.

“He was a big, nasty beast. His fangs are the size of a door. He had big red scales that covered his entire body, shielding him.”

Maybe he began embellishing these stories a bit.

“The handsome knight-”

“When’d he become handsome?”

Atlas slapped his hand onto his forehead in aggravation and Eris had to bite his tongue from laughing. The little boy hardly ever stopped talking and to watch his frustrations at his cousin doing the same was very amusing.

“He was always handsome.”

Eris had slowly been telling Atlas and Leif stories of his life in a much more palatable manner. Replacing their grandfather with a dragon, making Amarantha a dragon, making Rhys an evil king who hated him. He’d never admit it to anyone, but it was quite fun.

In one story he made Lucien a donkey just because it amused him. Lucien had been less than thrilled at his fictional depictions, even going so far as to try to tell his own stories to the boys. They didn’t like Lucien’s storytelling, so much so they begged him not to tell any stories.

“The incredibly good looking knight decided he needed to make a plan to kill the dragon,” giggles accompanied his words. “The knight had one issue: he was in love with a princess from a different kingdom.”

Leif gasped as if this were a new story to him - he enjoyed all aspects of Eris’s stories, but Leif was always happiest to hear about the princess. Whether or not Leif knew the princess was his mother, Eris wasn’t sure.

“And her king wouldn’t let her live in the kingdom of the dragon.”

“Why not?”

“Because dragons love the taste of princesses!” Nyx shrieked a little, and for good measure he added, “and the taste of little boys.”

Eris enjoyed riling his brothers up when they were young - one of the traits the centuries haven’t worn down. Once they both stopped screaming, Eris continued his story.

“So, the knight began planning with the other knights of the kingdom. They spent months making a plan to get rid of the dragon. He was killing their crops, even eating some of the people, and hoarding all of the kingdom’s gold. No one had any money or food. They devised a plan and set a date to take down the dragon. On the night before, the knight slipped away to see his princess one last time, to catch a glimpse of her before going to battle.

“She was as beautiful as he remembered, their last meeting was months ago and he thought of it often. Her king didn’t approve of their relationship, but they met secretly without him knowing. She invited him up into her chambers, where he told her the plans for the next day. He wanted to say goodbye, wanted to see her one last time. He gave her a kiss farewell-” giggles filled the room. “And then the knight left once more. It was the hardest thing for him to do.”

“What was?”

“Saying goodbye to his princess.”

The boys were enraptured in the story, paying close attention to every word from Eris.

“Why?”

Atlas didn’t admonish Nyx for his question, wanting to know the answer himself.

“Because he loved her very much.”

He rubbed Leif’s back softly, rocking the chair gently as he continued.

“The knight left the princess’s tower, heading to find a secret weapon.” Nyx’s wings fluttered, the wind brushing over Eris and Leif. “He walked through the kingdom to find a special, magical sword. It had been hidden centuries before, waiting for the rightful person to come find it.”

Atlas pretended to wave a sword in his hand, making sounds that somewhat resembles clashing as he and Nyx pretended to be fighting with swords.

“The knight rode in on his horse, meeting the other knights as they rode in and fought the dragon head on.”

“Did the horses fight?”

“No, they stayed far away as the knights used their swords to pierce and stab the dragon over and over again, but he remained unharmed.”

Atlas and Nyx began acting out the story, Atlas grabbing a pillow and pretending it was the dragon.

“The dragon paid special attention to our knight, his teeth sharp as he kept scratching and biting the knight. He was injured, but he kept fighting on with his magical sword. The dragon hit him with his tail, causing the sword to go flying through the air.”

Eris’s voice rose and fell with the story, his words glossing over the atrocities of the day. He could not figure out a nice way to add in how their mother poisoned at minimum twenty-five of Beron’s closest advisors.

Their mouths were wide open now, desperate to know how the tale ends, Nyx allowing his inquisitive nature to take a backseat to Eris’s storytelling.

“The knight thought it would be over as the dragon snarled at him, opening his mouth so the knight could see his big, nasty teeth. He could even see some of the spinach he had eaten for dinner.”

The boys erupted in giggles, softs echoes of “ewwwww” littered the room.

“The knight had accepted his fate. He knew it was over, and all he could think about was how grateful he was he got to see his princess one last time. He had closed his eyes, preparing to die, but the dragon stopped breathing his nasty breath in the knight’s face.

“The dragon had turned, only to find one of the other knights, Sir Flint, had come from behind. He had picked up the magical sword and slashed the dragon’s neck!”

Tiny gasps came from his audience, but he continued to his favorite part of the story.

“Blood poured out of the dragon as he fell, his big body making a big thunk as he fell. Some say it even caused an earthquake because he was so heavy.”

Eris couldn’t tell them about the extent of Flint’s sacrifice - not yet anyway. But he would make sure they knew his name, even if he were merely a fairytale hero.

“Once the dragon was slain, the knight removed his armor to show that he was secretly a prince the whole time!”

The boys screeched in excitement, jumping up and searching for their swords to start fighting again, disappointed to remember they were left in the playroom. Once they settled back down, Eris continued.

“The other knights gave the prince a crown, making him king of the kingdom. His first act was to go find his princess and bring her to his kingdom, making her the queen.

“The end. Now, I think it’s time for bed.”

The boys groaned in protest, but complied. Grabbing their blankets and settling onto the beds all over the floor. Atlas and Nyx nestled in, hiding themselves amongst the blankets and pillows. Eris stood, Leif’s body having grown heavy with sleep, his steps careful to navigate the various pillows, trying to find a spot for his son.

Leif groaned at the stirring, but Eris was quick to hum softly, soothing something in Leif.

“What happened to the prince?” Nyx’s wings fluttered with anticipation, the blankets moving with his joy, wanting to know what happened to such a brave male.

Eris leaned in conspiratorially, the boys leaning into him as if he were going to tell them a secret.

“His kingdom is long gone, but he’s still alive. He wanders the lands of Prythian. He was last seen in Winter a few years ago. They say he hunts for little boys who stay up past their bedtimes.”

Their small shrieks made Eris want to laugh, but he kept a straight face despite himself. He looked to Leif, his youngest son much more susceptible to these tall tales, only to find him asleep once more. His eyes were closed, his round cheeks pressed into his chest making the freckles on his face scrunch together.

Atlas and Nyx had quickly thrown the blankets over themselves, their voices quiet telling the other to stop talking. He was able to find a spot for Leif next to Atlas, gently moving his head to a new pillow, draping a blanket over him.

“Good night.”

They echoed his sentiment, their voices muffled through the fabric of their blankets. Eris shut the door behind himself, listening to the two cousins bicker back and forth, their voices getting quieter as the dark lulled them to sleep. He started walking down the hallway, only to find Lucien walking his way. His brother changed his stride to walk with Eris, following him through the halls.

Eris and Lucien had agreed to keep the kids for the first night you were gone, and Rhysand would pick them up in the morning and keep them all day and night. His brother in law had been incredibly confident he could handle the three boys on his own, perhaps from some well-placed snark from Eris at how his one child was much different from two, let alone a third.

Eris didn’t have to manipulate people anymore, he could live as he wished to, showing whatever image of himself he wanted. But he’d be damned if he ever stopped tricking the High Lord of the Night Court for his own amusement.

“I was thinking about tomorrow.”

Eris hummed as Lucien spoke, the two moving toward Eris’s sitting room, both in desperate need of alcohol and to not have someone clinging to them.

“I heard from Nesta that Rhys was so smug he could handle the three boys by himself that Azriel and Cassian are going to some sporting event.”

“Hm, wonder where he’d get such ridiculous notions of himself, as if he had something to prove.”

Lucien’s laugh was barking, but he continued. “I think we should give the kids a bunch of sugar before they go to Night. It’ll drive Rhysand up a wall. He may never want to see your kids again, though.”

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[world0fmadness]

FAR AWAY

pelle “ dead ” ohlin x reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter

♡ general headcanons for pelle as a girl dad!

୨୧ you guys are not helping my baby fever at all but it is okay, i hope you like this anon! i will probably do headcanons for how he was during the pregnancy later down the line <3

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♡ pelle definitely tries his absolute best to be a good father for his little girl!

୨୧ honestly, he softens quite a lot when she is born! his walls crumble and he really opens his heart to someone other than you for the very first time…

♡ he stops self harming all together, he realises he just has to be okay for you and his little girl now

୨୧ he just cannot imagine leaving you and his little girl alone, how his baby would feel after his death and so on, it really messes him up even slightly thinking about it!

♡ pelle still has the same attitude when it comes to everyone else in his life but his friends can see how insanely different he is around both you and your daughter

୨୧ they can see the way his eyes soften along with his voice, always being more at peace when in you and his daughters presence

♡ whenever you guys are at family gatherings and such, pelle and your daughter really just stay to themselves whilst you mingle away with family and talk to them about life

୨୧ pelle will be sitting on a couch or a simple little bench, holding her in his lap whilst gently bouncing his knee as she giggles and fiddles with his long blonde hair, talking his ear off about every topic under the sun as he nods his head, listening intently to what she’s telling him about today

♡ every now and again he will lower his face down to her ear and quietly ask if she wants any food or maybe even a drink

“ y’want a drink or something, honey? c’mon… let’s go grab you a juice box, hm? ” ( if a family member approaches them and attempts conversation with him and your daughter, she gets so shy and immediately goes quiet, hiding her face in his neck as he gently pats her back )

୨୧ if she does want a drink, he will carry her with him to go and grab her a juice box! holding it up for her as she takes sips from the small plastic straw and gently kissing her head

♡ your daughter is very similar to him when it comes to both personality and interests, she is kind of super shy and reserved, only talking super openly with you and pelle

୨୧ whenever someone else approaches her, no matter who it is, wether it be a stranger or a family member or a friend, she will very quickly hide herself behind her fathers long legs whilst just barely peeking her head around and eyeing them with a curious but obviously cautious look in her big blue eyes

♡ i think pelle would really baby her quite a bit, in his own way!

୨୧ he is just so scared of her growing up too fast and absolutely does not want her to go through what he did before he had her

♡ pelle would definitely get her a little denim jacket and a whole bunch of metal patches and button pins to go on it…

୨୧ honestly, her whole closet is a lot of denim stuff he customised for her and metal t-shirts bought in the smallest size and purposely shrunk in the wash by you guys so that they would fit her even better

♡ when you were still pregnant with her, pelle made a little mobile out of animal bones to go in her nursery!

୨୧ you were obviously a little apprehensive about putting it above her crib but he was just so proud of it, you could see it in his eyes and the way he had a small smile on his face when showing it off to you and explaining why he made it

“ thought it would be unique… pretty beautiful too, no? you don’t have to put it in her nursery if you don’t want to… ” ( he is mumbling and keeping his eyes on the mobile, away from you, as if afraid of judgment, as you smile softly up at him from your spot on the couch )

♡ you could never say no to a smiling and obviously genuinely happy pelle plus the bone mobile was kind of cute! you just made sure they were extremely clean and well sanitised before hanging it up

୨୧ i can see his daughter having a major sweet tooth!

♡ and as much as pelle wants to make sure she is the most healthy she can be, he can never ever say no to her when she looks up at him with those big blue eyes that mirror his and a small pout on her lips

୨୧ so he often keeps some candy in the back pocket of his jeans for her, usually some traditional swedish candy that he used to eat as a child

♡ surprisingly, you end up having to be the “ mean ” parent and making sure she does not get nasty cavities or anything

୨୧ it is surprising because most people look at pelle and think he probably hates children and dislikes being a father just as much, he has to be the super strict, mean parent right?

♡ and he does hate children, just not his own! he could never hate his own little girl, you and her and the only things he has ever been thankful for in his life, the only thing he wants to keep safe and treasure forever

୨୧ pelle is seriously so quick to crumble when it comes to her, he probably tries to be strict and not let himself fall for her puppy dog eyes but it never works…

♡ most people would probably assume a toddler would get freaked out and scared of a tall, lanky man in corpse paint but not your daughter! whenever she sees her father all dressed up for a concert or something, she just looks up at him with a look of wonder in her big doe eyes and her plushie hanging limply from her hand

୨୧ the first time he ever did her corpse paint was on her own demand! he had kneeled down to her after catching her staring and quietly asked if she wanted him to do hers to which she quickly nodded, two small blonde pigtails bouncing gently to the movement, before bolting off into your shared bedroom and climbing onto the seat at your vanity as pelle slowly walked in behind her with a small, amused grin on his face

“ y’want me to paint your face, honey? yeah? okay… come on ” ( the second he told her to come on, she was already half way down the hallway, practically leaving him in the dust as you laughed )

♡ pelle paints her corpse paint the exact same as his, making her look like a little double of him, just with a much bigger smile and a whole lot shorter

୨୧ you beg him to take so many pictures of them together in corpse paint! i mean, it is just too cute not to document

♡ pelle always tries to wear long sleeved shirts or a jacket around her! he just really does not want her seeing his old self harm scars and getting scared or trying to replicate them because she does not fully know what they are

୨୧ obviously he could not hide them forever though and she found them one day when she was a little older than a toddler, tilting her head down at them and scrunching her nose up before simply asking what happened

♡ he does not tell her the full story, of course not! he tells her a little tiny, more child friendly story about how he got them and thankfully, that is enough to quell her curiosity…

୨୧ pelle has a whole sketchbook dedicated to sketches of her now too!

♡ he absolutely adores drawing you guys together and her on her own, trying to put her beauty on paper the best he can! he is so secretly excited when she shows an interest in art too, always teaching her how to draw when she asks, guiding her pencil with his hand

୨୧ when she is a toddler and has some trouble sleeping on her own due to nightmares, you guys would let her sleep in between you and pelle in your shared bed!

♡ pelle still might not be the biggest fan of physical touch and cuddling but he definitely softened to it when she was born and has no problem letting her cuddle up into his side whilst he throws an arm over her and strokes her hair if it means she will get a better sleep <3

[a-whispering-echo]

Hello hello!

I am back to bother you :3

I have one question that is haunting my thoughts.

How did Nightmare decide on the guys as his breakout buddies in Death-Row AU?

I am very curious :3

( hi hi! i wsnt ignoring this, i just got really into laying CotL for a bit, ans whoops-)

Nightmare picked the boys based of a mix of how useful he thought they'd be, along with how easy they would be to manipulate.

Horrors very physically strong, as well as a foreboding presence, he'd be useful for a lot of the actual breakout, good for breaking stuff and beating up the cops, the downside is he can TELL Nightmare's manipulating him, that hes playing with his emotions and trust to use him.

The very easy way to gaining Horrors trust, though? Dust.

Dust, in his more sane moments, can see that Nightmare doesn't have.. the best intention at first, some little things that stick in his mind as odd, but mostly, he brushed them off, assuming its his own flawed mind being paranoid, but also, Nightmare is so NICE to him! He tells him hes smart, he tells him hes useful, that he as a purpose, a place within their group, that hes not... dead air, dust walking, that what he did was okay, he doesn't deserve all this <3 And besides, under all that... mess in his head, he can tell Dust is a smart monster, hes good at fighting, even when restrained, and the amount of magic suppressants on him clues Nightmare into his abnormally deep mana pool quite easily, yes, he thinks, a good one.

and, Dust begins to trust him, and,seeing Dust trust Nightmare, Horror begrudgingly beings to trust him too. besides, he wants out too.

Killer was the easiest to manipulate out of them all, he seems entirely unaware of the manipulation (Killer is aware, hes just so used to being taken advantage of at this point that hes just like whatever) hes so willing to do thing for him for even the smallest drop of praise and affection, that it was so easy to win him over. Besides, Nightmare doesn't doubt Killers usefulness; hes fast, sly and sneaky. Hes a great thief, and can very easily slip thins from the right people pockets, or. slip something *into* their pockets for destruction. Hes good with words, which makes him an excellent distraction for them. Hes perfect. (To note, yes, Killer has trust issues, but its formed not in the way where you distance yourself from others to protect you, but the way where you form unhealthily quick attachments to people you shouldn't. have a conversation a single time with him? he now considers you a FRIEND, no just, 'possible acquaintance' like most people would)

Cross was a little more tricky. Like Horror, hes slow to warm up and trust, and also like Horror, can see the manipulation a mile away, and yet... Nightmare offered him freedom. he offered him a life outside these walls, a life he could freely live again, where he could pretend that what he did never happened, and he was pure again. So, hesitantly still keeping Nightmare at arms length.], he does as he says. Nightmare wanted Cross the second he said he used to be a soldier. A soldier, you say? Those are USEFUL skills, already honed. He likely has survival skills, he likely sleeps lightly, ready to wake or move at a moments notice, hes probably very observant, very physically fit, stays calm in danger, can listen to instructions and execute them perfectly, and, very importantly, works well in a group. Oh, and he can shoot a gun. That's useful too.

So, Killer was an easy member, as was Dust. Horror and Cross were much more difficult, but, when weighing up their usefulness against their resistance, he had to have them. they were vital to his plans, in the end, and he finds himself growing so much more fond of them overtime, and likewise, them to him. Yes, he doesn't regret picking his idiots, he picked well.

[princelylove]

Hello Your Highness!!! It’s been a while from me and I am extremely apologetic. I’ve had the thought of Leone and his addictions stuck in my mind. How does life with him go by with him being an alcoholic? Is there anything he may do while inebriated that he wouldn’t do sober? I love your writing and I’d love to hear what you think about this.

I'll forgive you, this once.

Life with an alcoholic is always going to be hard, especially if you love them. They say things they do not mean, they do things they usually wouldn't do. Alcohol is one of those things that depend on the person. Some people are whiny drunks, some people get really bitchy, some people want to fuck the can it came in, some people look at a stranger twice their size and think 'Yeah I'd win that.' Who knows.

Leone is addicted to harming himself. He just cannot stop. He tries, but he always ends up relapsing, no matter his support system. He always tells himself it could be worse, he could've went for something way harder, but a vice is still a vice, and alcohol hurts him just as much as he craves.

Leone is a crybaby when he's drunk. It's free humiliation. He weeps over the smallest of things- Guido told him to fuck off earlier when he asked for a slice of the pizza they ordered, and he was clearly joking because he still cut it for Leone, but Leone just can't stop. Everyone's so mean to him. Weird guy.

He'll work himself into a fit every time he's inebriated. There's always something to sob over. It's too bright in this room. You looked at him funny the other day. You hate him. He kidnapped you. You like Guido more. You like Narancia more. You think he's annoying. You didn't like the movie he put on. You think the music he listens to is stupid. The oven beeped. There's a bird outside and life is beautiful and maybe he shouldn't kill himself. The doorbell rang. There's a commercial on the television about puppies dying and needing a home. He's a weak man.

It really depends on why he's drinking- sometimes he just cries the whole time, sometimes he desperately wants you to manhandle him and turn him into a whore. It really depends. He's a bit moody, you can't really tell if he's going to cling or if he's going to hide from you beforehand. It's usual for him to both hide and hover, but the touching is new. Some days you may not even see him, other days you can't get him off of you. Arms around your waist, head on your shoulder, buried into your neck. He loooves you, why can't you love him, he's so obsessed with you....

He'll just zone out thinking about you taking him, sometimes. Drink in hand, staring at your face while you talk to him about- God, he has no idea. He just can't stop thinking about you inside of him. If you don't have the proper tools for it, he'd buy you one. A pretty one, with a nice harness, in whatever color you wanted. He'd take a pretty pink strap-on with a bow at the base if that's what you were into. Oh, yeah, sure, he can cook later...

He'd never actually be so clingy with you when he's sober. 'Sober.' He doesn't deserve to touch you, he doesn't deserve to be near you, but it's like his hands move on their own. They never go where they want to go- your waist, your hips, your legs... but they do grab quite a bit. He feels a sort of shame even when he's drunk, but he's genuinely just trying to be as close as possible. He wants your bodies to merge so he can never let you go. He's not being handsy- handsy would be if he groped you, or moved your clothes- he's just being touchy because he loves you.

None of that is really bad, is it? He's not really making moves, because Leone hates himself too much to really go for it. He could grope you, he could force something, but he's never going to. It's always just hugs and shoving his face into you, he doesn't even kiss. Or inhale too much. Maybe just a little.

The issue is when you take it away from him, because he's a giant mush and nothing gets done when he's just making a mess of himself all day.

His hangovers are pretty bad. Usually he makes a 'cure' for himself in the morning and deals with the consequences, but usually that just means another, smaller glass. So resourceful. If he doesn't have any, he gets bitter, and alllll of the hard work he put in to make you believe he's genuinely a mush is getting washed down the drain.

It's probably the first time he outright insults you or tells you to shut up. His head hurts, beat it. Of course he regrets such a thing later- you're divine, he never should've spoken to you like that, but he'll do it again the second he hasn't had a drink in a while. What a worthless, spineless bastard that doesn't deserve you. Maybe he should hurt himself in other ways.

Just kidding, that man is never letting himself run out of wine. The real issue is his lack of consideration for anyone but himself. It's selfish to get absolutely wasted every day and pawn the responsibility of an entire human being onto somebody else. An entire human being, that's probably scared out of their mind, doesn't know where anything is, and probably hates him for what he's done. God. He doesn't deserve grace, of course he always ends up in a pile on the floor. A man of his caliber should never be near good things- he doesn't deserve the clean up. Just toss him in the trash, where he belongs. Ohh, that's too much to put on you, he'll do it himself.

It's nearly impossible to get anything done without him. It's unfair to Guido- who VOICES that it's not fair to him- to put all the housework on him because he wanted a drinky drink. Guido didn't ask for a whole other person! This is such bullshit! He's a busy guy, do your part of the chore chart, dude! They've got a ton of jobs to do- he's not working two different repo jobs in a day just to come home to a sink full of dishes and no spoons left. Grow up, dude.

Leone's darling can make themself useful and help out, but it'd just make him feel worse. Of course you're picking up after him now. He's such a burden.

When he sobers up enough, he'll fix everything without a word, and pretend nothing happened.

[magicwhiskers29]

More Prime season 3 thoughts/analysis, because I'm not done!

Time to talk about Shadow again!

He honestly came back after episode one a lot faster than I was expecting, haha. I really thought they would do a season 2 again, and wait until like. The final episode to give him time to do anything much, except for maybe give the odd line here or there, but I was pleasantly surprised to see him from episode five onwards! (I also did keep expecting him to have a snarky one-liner for Nine any time we cut back to Nine exasperated at stuff not working, but... That wouldn't exactly make sense with the explanation for where Shadow was...)

For starters, yeah, him having just been fighting robots the whole time checks out. That... was what he said he was going to do... Makes his uh... bloodlust? For a fight with Nine more understandable too. I'd want a fight with the guy who'd been sending robot clones after me all day, too.

But... His dynamic with Sonic! This was such a good conclusion to it! In episode one, we saw him finally show a bit of trust in Sonic, and here we see him fighting alongside Sonic, that trust paying off best it can. He offers to keep helping. This is a big display for Shadow, who previously in this show wanted to just get things done himself.

I was a bit concerned at first about how they seemed to be not including him as part of the friends Sonic wanted to save, but no, they were just holding back. And I think that divide is deliberate, the same way it is with Nine. Shadow isn't just someone he's found in the Shatterverse and wants to now save; Shaodw is someone he knows from home. The kind of saving Shadow needs is very different.

And... the thing is, defining Sonic and Shadow's relationship in this show is difficult, and also really interesting. (Yes, they're every fruity aghkgkghgjkhhhjjh, but in a more serious sense...)

At first, we get the sense that they don't like. fully hate each other, but that they do not listen to each other, and definitely would be best known as rivals. The implication at the start of season 1 is that they show up weekly to brawl or something. Because they don't agree on things, and tussle over the smallest things.

In season 2, Sonic is thrilled to see someone from home, even if it is his rival, and basically seems to use that to declare Shadow his friend on the spot. (Kinda like how he assumes all the Au versions of his friends are just his friends because the originals are, at first.) Shadow still sees Sonic as his rival at this point though, and more importantly, as someone who caused this mess, and is thus too unreliable to fix it. He attacks Sonic to get him out of the way, and probably also to vent a little bit. They are not prepared to work together in s2e1.

Through out season 2, we see them have to work together, for better and worse, and yeah, they still don't really losten to each other. Sonicnot about Nine, and Shadow in only focusing on the mission -- still assuming Sonic's flaws are faults. They aren't really team players.

But then! S3e1! Shadow starts to plan around Sonic's flaws, and Sonic starts to listen. They actually put trust in one another, and it's quite clear that they do care about each other, even if before they'd both just thought of each other as rivals. I've talked about this before. Shadow starts trying not to get angry at Sonic fo his mistakes, and they both try to understand each other.

And when they reunite? They start fighting together again fairly seemlessly. Shadow has Sonic's back for the big fight scenes, even if he has gone off to do his own thing again. (Sidenote, I really like the implication that maybe Shadow really did want to prove himself better than Grim Sonic, quite possibly just because Sonic said it could be modelled after him too lmao) Shadow doesn't even complain too much when Sonic hugs him and introduces him to everyone! He just gets on with things, becaus ehe knows things are serious, and he does sort of trust Sonic.

And hey! By episode 6, he's not the one saying that they can't trust Sonic's plan! He has no objections to it, and goes along with it!

He goes for Nine still at the end, because of course he does, but he stops when Sonic tells him to. He does trust in Nine for Sonic, and... Well, he lets Sonic make the sacrifice. His facial expressions (Sorry, don't have screenshots this time...) make it clear that he is reluctant to do so, and hates this, but he doesn't complain. He knows it's the only way, even if he has now realised that it will hurt him to lose Sonic.

Shadow standing on the other side to Nine, flanking him too, in the sacrifice scene, alongside him being the first to mourn, really does put into perspective how Shadow here has come to care. How he is more than just another in the crowd of Sonic's friends.

And THE ENDING. AGHHHHHH! Him saving Sonic at the end was adorable, and the line about hugging? He doesn't even deny it! He likes being close to Sonic now!! 🥺

And I really do get the sense that he's learnt something too, in the end. He trusts Sonic and Sonic's growth, so they work together in the retake of the prism fight. That little nod before the chaos control of the prism is everything. (Sonic 06 vibes haha)

Their banter is also on point... When Sonic mocks him saying "Modest, too" after the first Ultimate Life Form line? Love it. Made me laugh a little in shock. Same deal with the hugging line, haha.

They're immaculate. From a sonadow perspective and a character dynamic perspective, I love their dynamics, and I love the feeling of their parallel arcs where they grow around each other and for each other.

Oh, also I forgot about it before, but when Sonic yells out for Shadow and sounds so worried mid-battle?? That's his link back home! That's the guy he's doing this quest with!! They both want the same thing, so it's so fitting that they need each other for it, and in the end, they make it together. Shadow saves Sonic by bringing him through the gate to Green Hill, and that is the big symbol of change.

He couldn't go through gates before. But just like at the start of the season, thanks to Sonic, he finds another way. He makes it through in this new, fixed universe that he helped to make.

[thelaughtercafe]

Angel

Tea Type: Half and Half (This one was written to vent so it's got a little more hurt towards the beginning than usual)

Potential Triggers: Nonspecific mentions of emotional abuse

Pairing: Duncan/ F!Reader

Length: 1k+

Summary: You and Duncan are both desperately trying to stay awake for the challenge. The lack of filter allows confessions to slip from both of you.

“Ugh I’m starting to go. Can you help keep me awake?”

Duncan looked over and blinked in surprise. You hadn’t spoken much the past weeks save him teasing as he did with most of the girls. You didn’t outwardly encourage it but he could admit he got pleasure out of your flustered reactions to keep it up consistently with no provocation. 

A smirk twitched onto his lips as he moved to where you were sat leaning against a tree trunk a little ways from the main group. 

“Sure thing sweetheart. Tell me what I can do.”

You were already a blushing mess. It’d taken a great deal of courage to even ask but already you were growing meek again.  

“Well I…um…sorry.”

He softened a little after a glance over his shoulder, tugging you to sit behind the tree with him. Everyone was mostly sleeping and this way no-one would see his expressions before he heard them coming in advance. He didn’t want anyone hearing him like this. Hell, he typically wouldn’t ever dream of being like this but the lack of sleep was impairing his judgment. 

“Why do you do that? You constantly apologize for stuff that’s not even your fault. Or without having even done anything wrong at all. It makes you look weak.”

It wasn’t the nicest way to say it maybe but Duncan was trying. 

You looked down to your fidgeting hands and smiled bitterly.

“It’s not exactly a happy reason; but you don’t seem like the kind of guy to pity people so I guess it’s alright if I tell you. Let’s just say my home life wasn’t great. My mom was sick so I was left to do all the chores and such. Her long term boyfriend was quick to put me down and point out the smallest of inadequacies in my efforts.”

You shrugged before looking at the camera across the way and giving it the finger. 

“That’s for you if you’re watching this, dick.”

God, you really were tired. Your filter was gone. Luckily, your attention was shifted to Duncan as he smiled at you and lightly placed his hand on yours.  

“Well I say he’s lucky. If it was me I would’ve stopped doing them altogether. Guy sounds like a real piece of work." 

You turned your gaze to his and he noticed the hint of sadness within. 

"Which is why you’re the strongest person I know. That’s actually the first time I told him to fuck off. After making me spiral into panic attacks, giving me arachnophobia, and making me hate myself it still took me being on the verge of passing out on a reality show talking with a bad boy with a heart of gold to get the courage. Pathetic. isn’t it?" 

Duncan clenched his fists but managed his anger with a breath, trying not to blush at your honesty. 

"Right. You really think of me like that sweetheart?’

The typically antagonistic nickname now sounded sweet. 

You shrugged, finding it much easier to talk when not looking at him as you put your head on his shoulder. 

”‘Course I do. You may act all mean but you want us to win too. I don’t think you’re half as cruel as you pretend to be. You’re here comforting me and keeping me awake aren’t you?“

You yawned and he scoffed, glad you couldn’t see his face as a tinge of pink surely was evident. 

"Could just be doing it to get further in the competition. More chance our team wins if there’s two of us.”

You shrugged. 

“Sure. You could be. But I doubt it. I have a bad habit of only seeing the good in people and ignoring my gut feelings. But here on the island I’ve learned to start listening to it more. And right now it’s telling me you’re a good guy. It always has.”

Duncan sighed and looked down in amusement at you now fully cuddled into his side. He curled an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer but when he felt your breaths start to slow he ran his fingers along your neck for a moment in warning. 

“Hey. Don’t fall asleep k?”

You jerked in his grip and giggled which made him blink.  

Huh. 

He noted the way you suddenly looked nervous, and the way your face had gone red. In addition to your eyes flicking everywhere looking for escape, a smug smirk crawled across his face. 

“Oh princess~ Got something you wanna tell me?”

He felt you stiffen and you giggled nervously again, clearly jumpy. 

God you were precious. 

“N-No! I just-I-thanks for helping but I-”

As you were about to scramble away he quickly turned to pin you against the tree, easily restraining your wrists over your head with one hand and leering over you.  

“You may as well give it up. I know you’re ticklish. Sure would be a shame if I let you fall asleep now ya know? Time to fulfill your duty to the team like the angel you are~”

Oh God. Time to pretend he didn’t just say that last part. Distract!

“D-Did you just-hey whahahahait!! Duncan!!”

You dissolved into squeals and giggles as his free hand began squeezing along your thighs suddenly regretting wearing shorts.

“You are such a jheheheherk!!”

Glad his moment of softness had been forgotten Duncan easily returned to teasing, feigning innocence.

“Oh? But I thought you were so sure I was a nice guy. Looks like your feelings were wrong. Good thing you have a thing for bad boys huh angel?”

He relished in the way you went even darker and sputtered over your laughter.

“N-No I-what!? That’s-crazy talk!”

“Your blush tells a different story. Plus, I’ve caught you stealing glances all summer. Lucky for you I like good girls just as much. Even called dibs in the boys cabin. Trent almost beat me to you but lucky for me he got more into Gwen around the same time which means you’re all mine if you want to be, angel.”

While he was talking casually his hands were moving easily all over, from your thighs to your hips up to your underarms and then to your neck where he opted to stay, keeping you in steady giggles as he waited for your response. 

You rolled your eyes before smirking back. 

“F-Fhihihine then. Gonna make me fhahahall demon boy?”

He grinned, full of roguish charm as his fingers finally slowed and he released your hands to cup your face in his palms and then seal your promise. 

“Only if you’re sure you’re ready for it sweetheart.”

No-one would find out until a few competitions later; when he got sick of hiding and kissed you so hard you swooned after a win you somehow managed to pull off. 

All insecure thoughts of him caring more about his bad boy image than you were  banished and it suddenly made sense to Courtney and Gwen why the nicknames, however passive aggressive, had stopped. They were all for you.  

Angel was still his favorite of course.

[sensei-venus]

I NEED A PT 2 to that Anthony fic 👀

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Anthony couldn't help it when his palms started to sweat. The back of his head hurt from slamming it back into one of the arcade games. His eyes where wide as he looked at his big sister who looked like she could kill him at any moment. Reader looked just as scared and shocked as she gripped the front of his shirt. He tried to run his hand over her back in a attempt to calm her down.

“Sam- What are you doing here I thought you said you where going to the movies with the guys?”

Sam was still red in the face as she stomped over to her younger brother. Her face twisted in pure anger. Reader tried to hide into Anthony’s side as Sam approached them. The confidence she had to kiss her boyfriend out in public with no worry was fizzling out quickly. Sam showing up zapped away any of her boldness. Now she just wanted to hide behind Anthony ad pretend she wasn’t here getting him in trouble.

Sam pointed a finger at him “I did. I told Mom and Dad that I was going out to the movies with the guys and that’s what we did, the movie ended early. The real question is what are you doing here.” Sam’s eyes looked away from her brother and over to the figure that was curled behind him. She pointed at Reader saying “And what are you doing with her? Your out here kissing up on a girl, making out in public? Is- is that Reader!?!? Your little friend from school?”

Anthony rolled his eyes, his patience was running low as he listened to Sam rant. His grip on Reader was held tight.

“She’s not my little “friend” Sam she’s my girlfriend.”

Sam raised a brow “Girlfriend? Your joking, all you guys do is homework and play video games at the house after school.”

“Yeah because we didn’t want YOU to know or Mom or Dad. Because you guys would make it into a big deal. Especially you.”

Sam practically gasped at his words, the other boys walking over and standing behind her.

“Me?? What did I do!”

“You rag on me all the time over the smallest things, I’m always the butt of your jokes all the time no matter what. I can handle your stupid comments. But I draw the line at bringing Reader into anything you say or do. I’m not going to let you make a joke out of her, out of us.”

“I would never-“

“I could already hear the comments now Sam. The jokes about us bring together. Me being small, hey bring chubby. The fat comments. The “weird couple” stuff. We both know you would say something, and that’s why we tried to keep it a secret.”

The guys looked on in silence with straight face’s. Hawk thought about it in his head, the fact that he could see Sam making a unwanted comment. Even Robby and Miguel where thinking it over. They didn’t have a hard answer to Anthony statement.

Sam slowly started to calm down, her face falling a bit. She didn’t realize that her comments actually hurt her brother so much, she was just trying to pick on him a little. Wasn’t that what big siblings do? Mess with there little siblings?

“How long has this been going on? The secret running around together.”

“A few weeks, couple of months. We have been officially dating for about two months now….” Anthony’s voice was low as he admitted his feeling to Sam.

Sam was slowly losing her anger and it was being replaced by the feeling of guilt and sadness. She mumbled out “If you would have talked to me, I would have stopped you know that right? Your my little brother, I didn’t mean to hurt you or your relationship. You are my little brother and I love you. I was just trying to tease you.” She slowly walked over and stood right in front of him, her arms lifting for a hug. Anthony reached out and let his big sister hug him.

“I-I’m sorry for lying to you, and Mom and Dad.”

“It’s ok. I’m sorry for making you feel so bad. I’m sorry for making you feel like I wouldn’t like your girlfriend or be ok with you guys dating.”

The two of them hugged for a good minute before they broke apart. Anthony coughed before turning his eyes to his girlfriend. She was still tucked in behind him, gripping his shirt.

“You know Reader right? This is my girlfriend.”

Reader looked up at Anthony before slowly moving from behind him. She gave a small smile as she looked at Sam and wave. Her chubby cheeks where flushed as she tried to fight off her shyness and embarrassment. Sam smiled back at her.

Anthony leaned down and peaked reader on the lips. She kissed back for a split second before they turned to look back at Sam.

“So do you guys want to come play some games with us? We got token’s.”

Anthony put a arm over Readers shoulder and looked down at her with a small smile. Reader gave a small one back before looking at Sam and saying “That sounds like fun, me and Anthony would love to.” the small group of teens headed back to the main part of the arcade.

Hawk hung back in the group and walked next to Anthony for a moment.

“So you like um thick? Good to know we have the same taste man. If you need any tips, feel free to ask me I got your back.” He wiggled his eyebrows before jogging back to catch up with the others.

He left a red faced Anthony and a confused Reader behind.

[disastertwins9000]

I would love to know more about your “homies in a half shell” crossover AU. I love everything about it, the art, the ideas, the characters interactions. All of it and I want- no need to know more. If this is too of an open ended question. Then here’s some specifics.

How do the rise boys find out about Leo’s reactions to the cold?

What is 2012 Leo’s relationship with rise Donnie?

What is 2012 Raphs relationship with rise Mikey?

Is 2012 Leo the only one that likes weighted blankets?

How do the 2012 boys help with the rise boys trauma?

That’s all, can’t wait to see more of your AU! :)

awww i’m so glad you like it!!! honestly i’ve spent hours on this au and this means so very much to me so thank you!! also i love the asks guys don’t be shy!!

get ready to read lmao

so lee and the cold… i’m being so completely honest.. i haven’t thought about how the rise fam found out. i will probably make a sketch about it later cause now you got me thinking about it. i’m thinking that, maybe, just hear me out.. he’ll get cold..? and have a panic attack 😄😄 -more about that coming soon in sketch form:)

leo and donnie: lee is still the mom of the group, but in a way that his brothers respect him highly. lee is impressed by rise donnie and is proud of him but worries that he might accidentally pressure him too much like he sometimes did with 12 donnie. 12 leo is also scared for his brothers, in the way that they value themselves. he doesn’t want rise donnie to think that lee is proud of him because he’s smart, he wants him to know that he loves him for much more then that. trauma am i right:)) on a more light hearted level, the disaster twins are constantly competing with one another to impress lee (praise from their badass big brother) and for the longest time lee has no idea what is going on.

2012 raph is ridiculously protective of rise mikey. this doesn’t mean that he loves rise mikey any more then 12 mikey, it’s just that rise mikey is still very young and still acts like it, and raphs got a major soft spot for him. together they enjoy being sarcastic little shits(affectionate) to their brothers and they like to do art together. mikey uses his ‘youngest and smallest of them all’ powers to get constant piggyback rides from everyone, especially 12 raph. don’t mess with the short boys they will bite your knees off

for the weighted blankets, the 12 twins both use them(lee and raph). raph got one bc lee introduced them to him. rise donnie uses one, and weighted blankets are always kept in the lair if anyone wishes to use one. rise mikey has a few different hammocks in his room that he can change out or hang up all at once and a few of them are therapy hammocks that him and his brothers use to help with anxiety and sleep. basically they have all used one at one point and it just depends on the person.

for the trauma part… not all their problems are solved yet..🤫 but the 12 boys do their best to be there for them. to listen and not dismiss the fear or pain. rarely did the 12brothers get a break to stop and process what was going on and their lives were never normal. while they are there for the rise boys in every way they can be, let’s be honest they need to stop and figure themselves out too.

thank you for the ask, i so enjoy answering and i’m so glad that ppl are interested in my au<3 also i can’t forget to credit @sapphiretanto for all the help with the hcs we’ve got going. lmao you got me info dumping

lucky i had this sketch already in my drafts cuz this is what my little brother does to me 😭🫶🏼

[babsvibes]

What are your five favorite Logan moments? 😚

Come on man. Do you know how hard this was for me?? I had to narrow it down to favorite character defining moments that aren’t just favorite Logan lines, aren’t favorite Louise-focused interactions, and aren’t favorite babygirl!Logan moments. You’d think with that criteria I’d be down to only five, but you’d be wrong.

Five favorite Logan moments + a couple bonuses

As for why these make the list (or at least one of several lists):

Tumblr keeps duplicating my points ahhh

I got a little wordy sorry sorry

It’s not that common for a character’s motivations to be so clearly spelled out, but you can see everything Logan cares about right here. Logan wants to create a relaxed environment, wants his friends to be comfortable, and doesn’t want people impeding on that space. It also showcases that he’s an oddball. Like the language he uses is so specific and detaches himself as the leader and one responsible for the space around him. It’s also emotionally aware (like we’ll see again later). Every single one of Logan’s actions can be explained by these couple of lines, so they’re incredibly important.

It’s not that common for a character’s motivations to be so clearly spelled out, but you can see everything Logan cares about right here. Logan wants to create a relaxed environment, wants his friends to be comfortable, and doesn’t want people impeding on that space. It also showcases that he’s an oddball. Like the language he uses is so specific and detaches himself as the leader and one responsible for the space around him. It’s also emotionally aware (like we’ll see again later). Every single one of Logan’s actions can be explained by these couple of lines, so they’re incredibly important.

The entire montage of Louise following Logan around and him just letting her is so gold, and it kicks off with this character defining moment. He’s not going to give up, and he’s going to make up some bullshit about his psat scores to solidify that. He just likes the ears. He doesn’t mess them up or let his friends hold them, and he doesn’t go out of his way to bother Louise more when he’s “winning.” He’s just a competitive, stupid teenager.

Look… he so obviously thinks of himself as a ladies man while he’s posturing in this tiny, tiny moment where he’s talking to Shanaya, and I think that’s hilarious.

He’s annoying and gross while he works in the restaurant, that’s a given. But the moments he has with Gene, Tina, and even Linda for a split second all show that he’s really not there to cause problems to people who aren’t causing him problems. Gene’s excited to hang out with another boy, and Logan indulges him with high fives. Tina asks Logan a bunch of embarrassing questions, and he just tells her it’s top secret guy stuff. It’s cute in a “oh, you little shit” way.

Okay I caved and included two Louise and Logan interactions, but come ooonnnnn. He’s such a little wimp that Louise, the girl he keeps getting in fights with, is now the safest option for him to hide behind despite her being, by his own admission, “the worst and smallest choice” for a human shield. He’s so DUMB. Next, he doesn’t take her down with him. When it’s clear he’s about to be pummeled, he pushes Louise away. Lastly and most importantly, we learn he calls his dick and balls his unmentionables. All equally important things.

Again, this is an example of him being very aware of what’s going on internally. AND we find out he’s seeing a doctor. I mean, not a very good one, but he’s going. I like the little bit of him having to reassure everyone listening that he’s “totally normal” because… he’s not. He’s got some issues. Yes, I think babygirl!Logan moments are hilarious, but this bit where he is an actual antagonist and has these depths given to him give me a lot to work with in fic. Usually the depth is mommy issues, but you know. Depth lol.

In one gif, we see that Logan 1) can analyze themes of love and acceptance in cheesy movies 2) is incapable of shutting up 3) flinches and is easily taken down by Louise even WITH a warning.

In conclusion, I love him your honor.

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Eight, Part 6

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The last plate was set in the window. We could turn down. Justin flipped off the fryers and I turned all the grills off. The place wasn't too bad a mess, and we'd have it cleaned up in less than an hour. It wasn't a busy night, but I wouldn't really call it slow either. Quiet and easy. A typical Tuesday night.

"I swear to god, I hate you every time you get to pick the music," I said as I wiped off the counter. Tequila was playing on the grease splattered and burnt little blue tooth speaker pumped out into the line. And I hate that song with a fiery passion.

"You love it." He laughed.

Justin finished up his stuff and then punched out, heading to the bar to miss Amber's every way to gain his attention. I stepped into the office to do my daily paperwork, plus a new check of inventory. It's boring work, and tedious but it has to be done.

Once I finished, I made my way to join Justin at the bar. A small group were sitting on the far side of the bar. Three guys who looked like they were in the wrong joint. When I say they didn't fit in, they didn't. They were dressed like some weird combination of a stoned surfer and a bro frat dude. They looked like the very epitome of what calling someone a douche bag looks like. But they seemed to be quiet and Amber was serving them. Maybe they just like the look of asshole.

"High life?" Amber asked as I took a stole next to Justin. I sat my bag on the floor, and nodded at Amber. The last couple shifts ended with whiskey sours, but I just wasn't feeling that tonight

"Thanks, Nugget,," I said as she put the bottle in front of me. Justin was drinking some tap beer, "how'd you make out tonight?"

"Wasn't awful. One guy tipped me twenty on two drinks."

"Nice. Didn't really seem like all that busy of a night, at least from back there," I motioned towards the swinging door leading into the kitchen.

"Steady," Justin said, finally adding himself into the conversation.

"Yeah, that's it. Steady." I said, echoing Justin's words.

"No complaints." Amber said, feeding both our egos.

"Are there ever?" Justin said, beating me to the punch. I chuckled and took a sip of my beer. Justin and Amber kept talking, and there voices faded away as I slipped into the loving comfort of my head.

"Yes. It does happen sometimes. You two aren't perfect." Amber looked at him with a smile that said so much more than happiness. And for just the smallest of seconds, I saw Justin's mouth twitch into the same thing.

"Blasphemy." I said flatly. And then I ruined the joke by laughing. Sometimes I could pull it off, but not this time. This only caused both Amber and Justin to crack up.

"Nobody's perfect, Chris." Amber said as she wiped her eyes

"True, but I'm as close as one can get," I said, still wearing my false ego on my face. And still laughing at the absurdity of the scene.

"You egotistical fuck," Justin laughed. I shrugged, knowing when a joke has run its course. It's strange what one can find funny, because I don't even know what really was so funny. Justin and Amber went back to a conversation I didn't listen to.

Soon enough, we were the only ones left in the building, and Amber locked us in. This actually wasn't all that rare of an occurrence. Even after close, we'd hang out until Amber had finished her closing list down. Justin and I would have one last beer while she went about her tasks.

Amber put a High Life in front me and wouldn't let me pay for it. She did this everything we stayed later. She finished up the tills and poured herself a drink.

"You can't deny that Tiger Army aren't versatile. The sound like rockabilly, country, and punk. Hell, look at my wrist," I lifted my hand of show him the tattoo. I had the words "Forever Fades Away tattooed on the inside of my wrist. He'd seen it before.

"It's the singers voice. I can't stand it. That weird soft falsetto. It just annoys me. Nails on a chalkboard."

"Your ears suck. You should get that checked. Your musical tastes might get better."

"Oh, get fucked." He replied. A typical conversation.

"Who's getting fucked?" Amber asked, finally coming into the conversation. Everything was done for the night.

"No one, sadly." Justin sighed the words out in soft whistle.

"Justin's awful taste in music is fucked." I pointed a thumb at Justin.

"Says the guy with Veggietales songs saved in his playlist." Amber said with sarcasm. Of course, she'd side with Justin. And he noticed

"Because your his cheeseburger! His tasty Cheeseburger! He'll wait for you-who, he'll wait for you-who yeah!" I sang loudly and off key into the empty dining room and bar.

[daintyduck99]

Because I love your Bobby, can I have 'adorable big eyes that widens a little when they listen to your rant keenly' for any Bobby pair

Julie doesn't mean to stomp into the apartment. Especially since it's not hers.

And the guys' poor "have no fear, we're all queer" doormat already has to deal with being stolen or kicked halfway down the hall on a pretty regular basis. It's just.

That one fucking guy.

She shoulders through the door and lets it slam shut, wincing as the cheerful orange flowers rattle in their glass on the kitchen table. She really ought to be more gentle. A quick glance tells her that Reggie isn't home yet, though, as his jacket and boots are still MIA, so she feels a little less bad for messing up his work.

She stops to fix it, resisting the urge to snatch her hands away and wheel around when she senses eyes on her. She keeps her head bent over the flowers even as bemusement radiates from her observer.

"You're a horribly inconsistent intruder."

"Not intruding," she fires back, giving the flowers one last prod before she twists to look properly at Bobby, crossing her arms.

He's leaning in the doorway, all lithe lines even in his black hoodie, which fits him perfectly. His hair is sleep tousled, but he's also wearing jeans, and she's not sure whether he sleeps in those or if he tugged them on hurriedly when she waltzed in like a hurricane. The former seems more likely, if only because it's hard to imagine him losing his cool unless Luke's riling him up.

His eyebrows have made the subtle switch from a bemused to a purely amused slant, and it shouldn't be such a good look on him. He waits, as if he can sense her inner turmoil, and she tries to bury it under a scowl, hugging herself tighter.

"You said I could come by anytime, and you left the door unlocked. If anything, you're a horribly inconsistent host."

"Ouch." It comes out deadpan, but she doesn't miss the way his lips twitch, and his eyes are warm as he studies her. "You wanna call a truce so you can tell me what you're really upset about? I won't tease."

She lets herself deflate, collapsing into a kitchen chair. "We might be here a while."

"That's fine." He shrugs, still wearing that hint of a smile. "I'll make some tea."

Julie spends a good portion of her rant with her hands curled around her mug, glaring into the depths, but as she pauses to take a sip and the taste hits her tongue, she realizes that he had been listening, several weeks ago, when she made that offhand comment about how she only really likes the citresy stuff. He usually only has chai on hand.

He's been listening to her intently this entire time, as well, apparently, leaning towards her with his head propped in his hand. His eyes are huge, like it'll help him hold more information, and she has no idea how she missed it, venting or not.

"And?" he prompts. "You stopped right in the middle. I can't validate you if you don't tell me everything, miss Molina."

She huffs a laugh as warmth spreads through her chest. It's only partially from the tea. A grin slips comfortably onto her lips even as she shakes her head.

"Apologies, Doctor Shaw."

He smiles a bit more openly. "Not yet."

"You'll make a great therapist," she insists, reaching across the table to touch his elbow. "I'm not even mad anymore!"

His eyebrows go all slanted again, and she flushes, doing her best to casually pull her hand back to her body as he hums.

"Yes, you are. We've deflected, but the smallest reminder will set you off again because you haven't gotten it all out of your system. All I have to do is say 'mansplain' and—"

"Oh my god he absolutely was!"

She kicks his ankle as he covers his mouth to hide a full-blown grin, eyes shining. She huffs another laugh.

"Shut up! You said you wouldn't tease. It was awful! I have to deal with this guy as my partner for the rest of the semester unless he drops out. Or I kill him first."

"I'll kick his ass for you," Bobby offers.

He's only partially joking, and it shouldn't set off butterflies in her stomach.

She takes a hasty gulp of tea in an effort to smother them as she gropes for a decent reply, but it doesn't really work.

"Thanks," she settles on, "but something tells me that would be bad for business. You might come across as a little too invested in your patients."

He lowers his hand. The smile has shrunk, but it's still there, and his eyes are wide with sincerity as he says, "Technically, you're not my patient. This is all off record. Just a friend helping a friend. Yeah?"

Heat laces through her, though she's sure she's imagining the suggestive undertone in that sentence. Her throat goes tight.

She's saved from responding when the door crashes open, rattling Reggie’s flowers again. Bobby's expression soothes out, and he lifts his mug to his lips as Luke and Reggie loudly give their hellos.

She can't help but wonder what Bobby heard in her little moment of silence.

[bellewintersroe]

Hiii could i please get a Easy company ship? (romantic and platonic) btw i love your work!!!

I’m a female (she/her) I am energetic, i have big heart, i’m funny I love to chill and listen to music. I have a little bit of a short temper, i’m stubborn, but i’m very loyal and stick up for the people i love, I can be a little emotional at times, i love to cook, i’m a dog lover, and i’m competitive and passionate. I Make up my own rules. i love scary movies. I’m a bit of a germaphobe and maybe little ocd. i’m very short, (5.0) I have brown eyes, wavy light brown hair, big lips, freckles, button nose, and an olive skin tone. I have high standards, i’m sympathetic, i’m an INTP, My hogwarts house is Hufflepuff ( even though i tried to be a slytherin so bad 😭) My love language is physical touch and acts of service, I grew up with brothers so i love watching sports and playing them. I’m a sagittarius, I like to play the piano, and read and write in my free time. and In the summers I love to fish and swim at my boathouse. And springtime is my favorite season.

Hi, thank you for your request, I had so much fun writing this!!! <3

I ship you with… Joe Toye!!

Let me start by saying how underrated Joe Toye is. Like if we’re being real here he’s super fucking attractive, tall, a little rough around the edges, doesn’t come across as a dick at all in any kinda situation.

let’s say if you’re all in camp Toccoa, training in whatever you want or let’s say you just live around there- Joe Toye would be the girl that everybody fancied. Literally they’d be giggling and gazing at him at he did PT.

Would probs not notice this at first- somebody like Bill nudges him and points it out. He smirks omg- but then gets back to what he’s doing a little awkwardly cos I feel like he could be the smallest bit shy??? Honestly who isn’t.

maybe Toye spots you when you and your friends are messing around, you could be having a competition of some sort in the pub in England, and Joe hears you before he sees you. You’re laughing away, getting a little too into the game and he finds himself smiling like a weirdo as his eyes are transfixed on you.

would stop mid conversation because he gets thrown off at how beautiful you are and that happens throughout the relationship.

The first thing he notices is your hair and your stunning features, he’s always been a sucker for girls with freckles and when you guys have conversations, he stares at your lips.

He doesn’t do this on purpose- but literally can’t help it, it’s one thing that really makes you fancy him cos I feel like it would just be so attractive and flirtatious skksiciwokdkfoek.

you’d walk past and his head would follow without gawping, but he realised how short you were and was stunned. Somebody shorter than Perconte?? Wtf.

I feel like he’d approach you after this, I think a lot of the boys would and Joe senses competition and butts in their first. He’d be sweet and charming with his raspy voice, you’d find his short temper funny and when he heard your laughter he could never take anything too seriously.

see’s you outside protecting your friend from some asshole outside and immediately goes into protective mode. See’s how well you can handle it and how truly passionate you are about those around him- this really sends him into overdrive.

I think it would take Toye some time to fall in love/ make things serious. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know that he loves you, he just wants to draw out this exciting part of his life for as long as possible.

one of your first dates you go to watch a scary movie at the cinema and he’s the one jumping every ten minutes- growing agitated because Luz DEFFO crashes this.

I feel like compared to your more intuitive thinking, he makes more rash and spontaneous decisions. He’s the one probably coming up with date ideas and loves it when you wrap your hand around his arms.

he’d be so muscular and yum omg all the girls would be jealous of you and all the guys would be jealous of him cos what a beautiful couple.

as for your stat signs, Joe’s a Pisces, so just from a little research I can see you guys are in for a long lasting relationship that’s an ‘emotional rollercoaster’. Well when you’re said you can be emotional I thought this linked. Joe’s emotions are something harder to understand, sadness and any negative feeling would convert into anger. This could be a source of arguments for the two of you- but nothing too bad.

In arguments Joe would get all heated and his heart would beat a million miles an hour, deffo has some kinda phobia of losing you, and the war doesn’t make this any easier.

relating back to your compatibility the more you probably communicate with Joe the more you understand things about each other, eg how you handle situations- this makes things a wholeeeee lot easier.

super important after the war when you see him for the first time, he’s so fucking nervous it’s unreal and doesn’t feel good enough for you. I think you’d be super good at talking him out of this mindset and providing the reassurance he needs.

Can be insecure after the war, but this never ever converts into him being controlling or unnecessarily mean.

I feel like Joe wouldn’t have grown up fishing and swimming as often as you (I could be wrong but it fits the narrative lol) so when you first live together and show him all these activities he finds them so exciting no matter how grumpy he might seem.

gets sunburnt on the boat and doesn’t catch a single fish the first time you two go out.

you’re the one rubbing aloe Vera all over him as he complains about how stupid it all was. He deffo takes you back for a redo weeks later because he’s scared he’s ruined it for you.

You’d just be a super fucking cool couple, there’d be so much depth and enjoyment to your relationship, I feel like the flirting would never stop. The two of you have a real spark that everybody can see.

also if you want a dog, don’t tell him just turn up with one or two and force him to be open minded about pets cos I feel like he’d hate the thought of having one until he actually gets one lmao.

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I ship you platonically with… George Luz!

George would deffo annoy both you and Toye until he forces a friendship onto you.

he is irresistible tho you can’t deny it so I feel like you’d find yourself laughing along with whatever story he was saying and Joe would somewhat death glare you because you’re in the middle of making out- George don’t cock block me pls!

would tell Joe off if he ever upsets you.

would steal you candy bars, definitely and then throw them at your head.

I don’t think George would be a very huggy friend? I think he’d feel like he was overstepping boundaries and he’d make it clear to everybody especially Toye that he had the most respect for your relationship.

your friendship probably gets more serious when at war, there’s always a hint of playfulness there but the two of you can always tell when the other is just feeling down by looking at the other person.

george would laugh if something like a cute animal made you cry.

George would probably cry if you cried out of sadness.

[mushupork4u]

Truth And Drink SOA

•18+

•Sexual innuendo’s

•Mentions of Sex

•Weed/Alcohol

The sexy Seven names

-Bambi: A sweet/childish person

-Mouse: Small girl with dark brown hair and daring dark eyes to match.

-Rake: Girl who’s nails leave scratches on the guys backs(Hoe Scratches)

-Sugar: She has diabetes

-Spice: Raging Anger issues

-Prana: Bit a guys dick after he head shoved her(Piranha)

-NyQuil: She puts guys to sleep

Bambi is a quiet bar hand at the club house, on a night where the boys aren’t around, the girls loosen up, drink and listen to music, though after a night of truth and drink the next day the girls get a talking to as they get to rewatch their night via bar camera.

(PART 1)

It was late and after a day of the boys being in and out, it was finally time for the Sexy Seven (the name the group of girls came up with for the best bar hands when the group of seven were finally on the same shift) to spend some time together. They tried to meet at least three times a month to relax at the club house.

Tonight the boys where out and finally it was time for the mice to play. Or at least that what Mouse said, a small girl with dark brown hair and daring dark eyes to match. She was the smallest, but also the rowdiest when it came to taking a man home at night.

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Finally sitting around on chairs and couches, the girls were in a square, close enough to pass around the pink shot glasses and a few bottles of cheap tequila they knew the boys would not miss.

“Alright ladies, everybody got their shots?” Spice called, flinging her red braid over her shoulder.

A few whoops and clinks were heard in response making the girl smile. “Fucking good, cause we’re getting white girl waisted.”

The first round of drinks were passed around, some confidence shots, Sugar would call them. After the music was on and the girls started passing around blunts, the giggles started and so did Prana’s good ideas. “Truth and drink time.”

Bambi had smiled, loving the game ‘Truth or Drink’ it didn’t just give her a rush of anxiety, it gave her some raunchy fun secrets to blurt out in hopes it wouldn’t reach anybody else’s ears.

“Whew. Alright who’s starting?” Rake questioned and beside her Bambi stilled, still a tad bit new to the game but familiar behind the bar. Turning, the albino looking girl eyed her friend.

“Bambi?” She questioned sweetly, her almost purple looking eyes grilling down, at the copper haired girl.

A few giggles slipped from the other girls, NyQuill however, waved them away. “You haven’t indulged us a lot, who would you like to have a threesome with?” Her voice was sweet and dark, just like her warm toned skin and eyes.

But the question still made her cheeks warm, still made her stomach squeeze uneasily. The nice edged smile and charmed voice however eased Bambi all the more into looking down at her hands speaking. “Any two guys?”

“Yep.” Rake smirked, turned into her side as she looked down at the beautifully shy girl beside her.

Even if the six girls worked with her many times together and alone, they knew very little about her, this would allow them to reveal some stuff.

Bambi bit her lip, going through names, and while she was no lightweight, she could feel the alcohol in her stomach burn. “Juice and Happy.” She finally spat, eyes glossing over with some type of lust and the girls around her had various reactions.

“BAMBI!” NyQuill squealed, her brown lipgloss shining against her white teeth. Bambi had smiled bashfully down at the ground.

Spice had sputtered, surprise laced in her arched brows as her acrylic nails tapped her shot glass. “That’s was quick.”

“I told y’all it was the quiet ones.” Mouse chuckled, raising her shot glass as both her and Bambi took a shot respectfully.

As Bambi looked around for who to call on next Sugar piped up. “You gotta say why.” Her eyebrows squiggled. “It’s all the fun.”

Bambi had rolled her eyes playfully, a hand coming up to mess with one of the many necklaces around her neck. “Juice is bashful and a total flirt, I’d like to wipe the smile off his face. And happy just looks like he needs a good ride to make him smile.”

“Oh my god—“ Rake had belly laughed almost spilling the shot she previously poured, Prana had cackled like a witch, looking down her straight nose in excitement. “You are a horn dog.”

“What?” Bambi shrugged happily, a pit of glory in the stomach opening, she liked getting all this attention, plus the reactions were funny. “Y’all can’t tell me you haven’t seen his body. Holy shit—“

And the laughs carried, between Prana drooling over Tig and using him in so many of her answers and NyQuill going off about how much she and Happy screw constantly, Bambi leaned against Rake and felt at home on the cigarette smelling couch.

Though the talk of who could actually get the guys to blush ended early and yet another round of Truth and Drink carried.

“Bambi! Your up.” Sugar smiled, bordering tipsy as this was her fifth and final shot of the night before her diabetes caught up with her.

“I got one.” Mouse basically purred, switching her sitting position so she could lean on NyQuill. “Who was the first person you wanted to sink your nails in?”

“Oooohhh that’s hard.” Bambi almost drooled, her fresh nail set clinking in the bottle of tequila in her lap. “I would say Jax but that was before I found out he was married so I’d say Happy.”

Sugar nodded respectfully. “Good choice.”

“Strike three with Happy, you wanna join us the next time I get him?” NyQuill offered, and the suggestion had Bambi licking her lips. “Don’t tempt me NyQuill, I love black girls.”

The spurt of confidence had everyone laughing, though NyQuill added quite the dramatics by shooting a playful kiss towards Bambi.

The girl of course caught it.

Though Bambi knew she had to continue as the laughing died and the tequila went down her throat.

“He’s so gloomy and moody, NyQuill can put him to sleep but I could wake him up if you know wassup—“ With her hands sitting on her hip bones, Bambi started to rotate her hips and let the girls screech at the horniness she was displaying for them.

Of course Bambi had indulged them in some of her dancing and even Prana pulled Bambi into her lap for a short and funny lap dance that made the girls wait a few minutes to do another round.

The seats had switched, now Bambi was in between Prana and Sugar, the three’s perfume almost drowning them as the weed hit and the room felt like it was spinning.

“Holy shit I’m higher than that one time the prospect jumped onto the hanging lights and said ‘abandon ship’.” The sentence alone had the crew in giggles and huffs of breath as some wheezes caught in their throats.

They had just gotten over talking about how Opie was like a Grizzly in the streets but a Teddy Bear in the sheets. The guy laid pipe and the smirk when the girls left the morning after always made them want another round.

Again, Mouse had been the one to share how she ‘felt like she was gunna split in half’ the first time he had decided to shake up with her. “It was so big I had to use to hands and my mouth and still it wasn’t enough, and don’t even let me tell you he gives head—“

“Okay—we should stop there before Mouse turns 14 months pregnant on accident.” Rake had smiled, wiping some of the smudged lipstick off the tequila.

“That’s true, I walked around with a limp three days after, I thought I was pregnant.” Her hand rested on her stomach with a stupid smile on her face.

“Bambi?” Spice called lovingly, and the girls head turned easily enough, a small grin on her face as the weed controlled her muscles.

“Would you rather do a pole dance or a striptease?” The words echoed and Bambi knew it was a genuine question. Before becoming a Crow Eater, she was a pole dancer and a call girl, and while both made her good money, she didn’t feel alive with those jobs as she does with this one.

“Oh my god, both take so much confidence.” Her hand rubbing up her thigh as she though about it for a minute. “Pole dance.” She quipped before a shot was poured into her mouth for her.

Bambi swallowed easily enough before rubbing her eyes, the sparkles from her makeup coming off and onto her fingers.

“Who would you give a strip tease?” NyQuill asked, her lips quirked hungrily as she munched on some chips from behind the bar. Bambi put a finger on her chin, tapping it lightly in false thought. “You.” She giggled and NyQuill rolled her eyes.

“Seriously though, probably Chibs.” Her eyes shifted to the couch arm next to her, where her nails dragged down lightly as some hums of approval were heard. “He’s got that rugged handsome thang going on, I dig it.” Her hand came out as a shot was passed and she through it back before her hand was being used as a pillow.

She was gunna be so hungover in the morning, even if she drank water and had ibuprofen. Thank god she wasn’t scheduled to do shit. She could lounge on her bathroom floor and puke her brains out and figure out if she wanted to go into the club and do a few shifts.

Eventually Bambi had gone to the bathroom to pee and splash some cold water on her already makeup stained face. When she got back though, the girls seemed to still be hyper, more used to these nights than she had been.

“Hey sweetheart.” Prana waved, letting the girl stumble over and sit on her lap. Bambi had dramatically sprawled across her and the couch, enjoying using her chest as a personal pillow.

“You look rough Princess.” Mouse mused with her bottom lip popped out. The girls rebuttal was a groan of pain, and a middle finger.

“Rude.” Mouse hissed leaning back on the brown worn couch, though spice rubbed Bambi’s shin comfortingly. “Who would you pole dance for, gorgeous?”

With little to no filter now, she quirked a smile and turned her head so all the girls could hear. “Juice.”

“Of course.” Rake muttered, her lips meeting back with the sweet tea can she had been using as a mixer.

Bambi lightly played with her knit top as she though about the stupid brown eyes he had and the nice biceps that made her go insane to the point she had her rose toy on high and her neighbor could probably write out Juice’s social security number.

“He seems like the kind of guy that would enjoy just watching, and I wouldn’t mind him staring at me and getting excited whenever I moved slightly different.”

The warm tone she used and the love struck smile she had on her face made some of the girls heart ache. Some of them shared a few soul crushing looks and some just ignored the girl’s words hoping that she wasn’t stupidly in love with the mohawk wearer.

NyQuill looked up at the clock, realizing that it was almost one in the morning and groaned. “Alright sweets, last round right now.”

She stood wobbly, grabbing the messy astray with all their roaches in it and out it on the counter for tomorrow morning.

Bambi groaned as shot glasses clicked and it all sounded like it was echoing in her head. “How many rounds did I miss?”

She was in the bathroom for almost thirty minutes trying to talk herself into not puking everywhere.

“Too many baby.” Sugar’s southern drawl called, and the girl received a light kiss to her forehead before Prana took her shot.

“Quick, Kiss, Marry, Kill. Bambi, we’ve all answered this before.” Rake stated, her eyes barely open but she made the effort to smile at the suffering girl.

The copper haired girl sat up, her chin resting on her knees. “Between who?”

“Happy, Juice, and Jax.” Mouse whispered, her own hand shielding her eyes as even the shitty clubhouse lights gave her a headache.

Bambi though it over, Jax was married, she established that before. Happy was hot yeah, but he was quiet and brooding with everybody. And Juice well, she’d rather spend most of her time with him anyway.

“Kiss Happy cause I would get sick of the quiet brooding thing, marry Juice cause I wouldn’t mind waking up to his giddy ass every morning, and Jax is taken so that’s a no go.” Her thoughts were slurred and rushed, but the girls understood, and just like they thought before, her heart would break and heal eventually.

NyQuill had sighed, the nights fun hadn’t been ruined persay, but all the girls were tired and emotionally exhausted from the last few weeks they had. “Alright girls, head out, and stay safe. Call me tomorrow morning.”

As the ladies had left one by one, Prana had somehow gotten Bambi in her car and taken her back to her one bedroom apartment. Letting the girl pass out on the couch with a bottle of water, a bucket and a sloppy kiss to the forehead before she locked the door and left the spare key in the mailbox.

The night had been full of laughs and dirty secrets, just like the saying Laugh Now and Cry Later, the Cry Later part would carry on in the morning.