#my dad would absolutely love to just live in the woods if he could

[rafeandonlyrafe]

pink princess

words: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only!!, smut, p in v sex, female receiving oral, girly!reader, violence, blood, rafe beats someone up, kelce is the bad guy in this D:

“i just don't get it rafe.” kelce shakes his head.

“what?” rafe mumbles, barely paying attention to his friend. even topper seems barely interested, both too focused on the football game playing on the television.

“how you could date a girl like y/n.” 

your name has rafe snapping to attention, turning to glare at kelce. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” rafe has only been your boyfriend for a couple months now, but he wouldn't question beating the shit out of his friend if he insulted you.

“don't get me wrong, the girl is nice and all. i like her she's just so… girly.” kelce says like it's an insult. “she only ever wears pink, she's all sweet and innocent. she's just not your type, that's all. im surprised.”

you let out a little sound, all of the boys attention snapping to you, kelces eyes widening when he realizes you have entered the living room.

“baby.” rafe coos softly. “come here.”

you cross over to rafe, rounding the couch to plop on his lap, keeping your head down to avoid looking at kelce.

“don't listen to him, princess.” rafe says softly, his voice so sweet, in contrast to the scared look on kelces face. “you're exactly my type.”

“shit rafe, i-i-didn’t mean-i didn't know she was-”

“get the fuck out.” rafe says, voice still soft as he pets his hand over your back, hating the pout that graces your sparkly gloss painted lips.

“rafe-” kelce tries to argue.

“no. get the fuck out. you're lucky im not beating your ass into the ground for upsetting my girl. now get the fuck out.”

kelce scrambles, rushing out of tanneyhill as the game continues on the tv, topper rightly deciding to remain silent.

“baby, talk to me.” rafe says softly, seeing tears still brimming in your eyes.

“im fine.” your voice is hoarse when the words finally escape your mouth.

“darling.” rafe sighs, tugging your bodies closer together, letting your head bury in his shoulder, not caring if you leave makeup stains on his shirt.

rafe knows the best thing to do is just let you breath, not wanting to work you up more with his words as his hand strokes over your back, hoping it's bringing you some sort of comfort.

“i had no idea he felt that way.” you finally pick your head up. you weren't close to very many girls, so when you and rafe started dating, you tried to quickly assimilate into his friend group and consider his few friends yours as well.

“he's just being a dick. don't worry, alright bunny? you're absolutely my type, and i love how girly you are, mkay?” rafe waits for you to nod and agree with him before he pulls you into a kiss, topper keeping his eyes trained on the tv while you make out.

--

“you ready to go princess?” rafe calls up the stairs, tapping his foot against the wood floor, waiting for you to finish getting ready to attend the gala he promised his dad he would be at.

“coming now!” you say before rushing down the stairs, but still being careful not to trip in your heels.

“you look gorgeous, honey.” rafe admires your outfit. its a new dress, or at least one that he hasn’t seen before. rafe takes your hand in his as you finish your descent, frowning when he realizes the glittery polish that was on your fingers has been scrubbed off, replaced with a creamy white that matches your dress, the only pink thing on your body being your lipstick.

“is that what you are wearing?” rafe questions.

“why, is something wrong with it?” you frown as you look down at your body.

“no-no.” rafe shakes his head. “not at all baby its just… very formal.” he figures the wording is better than blatantly asking why you’re not covered in pink and sparkles.

“well, it’s a formal event.” you roll your eyes, heading towards the door, not wanting to give ward a bad impression, and you know you’re already running late.

“yeah, right.” rafe nods, but his mind whirls in secret, wondering if there could be more to your change in appearance than that.

--

“you're going golfing with top today right?” you ask, rubbing your fingers through rafes hair, massaging his head. 

rafe knows you said something, but he's too relaxed to actually make out your words, struggling to blink his eyes open before humming, “what?”

you giggle at his blissed out expression, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “you're going golfing with topper later today right?”

“mhm.” rafe nods, letting out a soft moan when your long acrylics gently scratch over his scalp.

“maybe you can take me. ya know, i could learn how to golf. probably start with just putting.” you shrug.

“baby-” rafe has to take your hands and move them away, knowing he won't be able to focus on the conversation. “why do you want to learn how to golf? you hate sports.”

“that's not true!” you complain. “i like um… gymnastics and figure skating.”

rafe rolls his eyes “you like them for the sparkly outfits and music.”

you pout, moving yourself from straddling rafes lap to next to him on the couch. “aren't i allowed to be interested in the things you're interested in?”

“yes, of course.” rafe sighs, moving to kneel between your knees on the floor, taking your face in his hands, not letting you look away. “and if you really want to come, id love to have you. but if you are asking because you're trying to be less girly, then baby-” rafe leans in to press a kiss to your pouty lips- “i don't want you to change. i love you for who you are.”

“promise you don't mind?” your fingers play with the collar on his shirt, distracting yourself.

“promise.” rafe nods.

“okay, thank god.” you let out a giggle. “golf is so boring.”

--

you have your laptop and phone opened up, intensely scrolling as you switch between them, brow furrowed as you do your research.

“y/n-” 

you slam shut the laptop and turn the screen off on your phone as rafe walks into the room.

“what are you doing?” rafe questions. 

“nothing.” you smile at rafe. “just some online shopping.” you hope it's believable, but you can tell by rafes hesitation that he doesn't fully trust your explanation.

“okay…” rafe slowly approaches the bed, and you quickly move your laptop and phone to the bedside table as rafe crawls up next to you.

you distract him from asking more questions as you press your lips against his, pushing him to lay back on the bed as you grind down.

“ah, fuck.” rafe moans when you pull away, pulling your shirt off over your head to reveal that you aren't wearing anything underneath.

rafes hands cup your tits, massaging them in his large palms before suddenly flipping so you're the one laying down against the bed, completely forgetting about your suspicious behavior when he entered the room.

what rafe doesn't know, as he lowers down your body and flicks your nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, is that you weren't online shopping, rather scowering through social media, trying to find all of rafes ex girlfriends or anyone he interacted with, all while you compared the girls to yourself.

you wish kelces words didn't still echo in your head, especially after rafes insistence they weren't true.

--

“gonna take a shower.” you tell rafe, setting your bags down in the foyer, knowing you'll get around to them later.

“you sure not a bath? i can run one for you.” rafe offers, following you up the stairs.

“nah, that's fine.” you shrug, frowning slightly when you see your display of lush bath bombs. you're trying to be less high maintenance, more easy going. 

“come on, what if i wanna soak with you in the bath?” rafe pouts. “please baby.”

you can't help but giggle at his doe eyes blinking at you. “okay, sure.”

“good.” rafe hums before placing a hand on your waist, pulling you in for a quick kiss before he heads towards the bath, turning the hot tap on. you watch as he looks at your bath bombs before selecting a light blue bath bomb with star embeds.

rafe sets the bath bomb down on the edge of the large tub before turning to you. “what should we do while we wait for the bath to fill?” you question, tugging your ponytail out to let your hair fall.

“mmm, i know exactly what i want to do.” rafe says.

in only a few moments he has your shorts down, perched on the edge of the bathtub while his head is buried in between your legs, tongue licking greedy stripes over your cunt.

--

“missed you.” you whine, burying your face into rafes chest as he rocks gently, holding you tight to him.

“missed you too, princess.” rafe is relieved to finally have you back in his arms. hes been away for an entire week, and you came to the airport to get him despite rafe insisting that he was fine to get himself home. you just couldn't wait any longer.

you whine when rafe pulls away slightly, making him laugh and tug you back into him.

“clingy baby.” rafe coos, but the words make your cheeks hot as you pull away. 

“hey, hey.” rafe grabs your hand, tugging you back against his chest. “i didn't mean it like that.”

“okay.” you whisper with a nod, tears brimming in your eyes. with rafe being gone, you spiraled even further, going as far as to befriend a couple of his exes to compare yourself even more to them. you also attended a party that kelce was at, and while he didn't speak at all to you, you could occasionally feel his eyes on you, disapproval in his gaze.

“love you so much bunny.” rafe says, rubbing his large hands over your shoulders. “let's get home so i can show you how much i missed you, yeah?”

you perk up as you nod, making sure your hand is clasp together with rafes as you head out of the airport and towards the parking lot, your keys hanging from your finger that isn't intertwined with rafes.

“here, baby.” rafe opens the passenger side door for you, but you frown and don't move towards it.

“you just got off a flight, rafe. i can drive.” 

“nope.” rafe snatches the keys out of your grasp. “you're my girl, and as long as im here you have no need to drive yourself. now get in, my passenger princess.”

--

“ready for the party?” you ask rafe, adjusting your skirt as rafe walks down the stairs.

“of course.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips before looking down at your outfit.

“baby… is this really what you want to wear?” rafe asks. he likes any clothes you put on, but the black skirt paired with a plain white cropped tee, not even accented by any jewelry just isn't you.

“i just…” you swallow. “i just know kelce is gonna be there. wanna show him that i don't need to be wearing sparkly pink every second.”

rafe can't speak, the anger quickly rising when he realizes that months later you still haven't let go of kelces words, still worrying that you arent the right person for rafe.

“go put on a sparkly dress.” rafe simply says, not able to keep his voice soft, despite addressing you. you hustle upstairs, changing into the outfit you really wanted to wear, adding some jewelry and colourpop super shock shadow to your lid.

you bounce down the stairs, feeling much more yourself now.

“theres my pretty girl.” rafe says, his words sweet but his face still angry as he places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you out towards his truck.

he speeds to the party as you sit there silently, playing with your rings, worried about what is going to happen when you get to the party, especially knowing kelce is gonna be there.

“rafey, don’t do anythi-” you tell him as he helps you down after parking, but you can’t even finish your sentence.

rafe eyes kelce standing on the front lawn, a red solo cup in his hand. he hasn’t spotted rafe yet, but you know as soon as he does the smile is going to drop from his face.

rafe begins to stalk towards him while you trail behind, grimacing when rafe throws a punch, landing right on kelces cheek.

“fuck you!” rafe shouts, shoving him back before kelce can even realize what is happening.

“yo, man, stop!” some guy you recognize but don’t know his name yells, but doesn’t try to get in the middle as rafe punches kelce again.

you can’t help the smile on your face, watching your man defend you throughout anything, even if it involves turning one of his close friends into a bloody pulp.

“y/n… it’s gone on long enough, stop him.” topper comes up behind you, making you jump.

you turn to look at him before back at kelce, eyes glazed over as rafe shouts at him again. you rush to rafes side, grabbing at his fist. “okay, okay.” you tell him softly. “he gets it.”

rafe steps away as kelce falls to the ground, his chest heaving as his lip and nose drip blood. “let this be a lesson.” rafe turns to the crowd that has grown. “no one shit talk me or my girlfriend or this is what happens to you.” rafe points at kelce, not giving another word before stalking away, literally grabbing you and picking you up to carry you back towards his truck. you stay quiet as rafe sets you in the passenger seat.

“are your knuckles hurt?” you ask, petting your hand gently over his wrist as rafe shifts the car into gear, rushing away from the party.

“i’ll be fine, baby.” rafe says, glancing at his reddened fingers. “just need to get you home.”

“oh.” you nod, knowing that while rafe got some of his anger out on kelce, he’s certainly going to get the rest of his pent up energy out on you. 

it takes minutes from the time you get home for rafe to have your back flat on the bed, his large cock thrusting into you. 

you moan out, hands gripping at his shoulders, your nails leaving scratches against his tanned skin. 

“you’re. my. fucking. girl.” rafe says, accentuating each word by pounding his cock inside of you.

you let out a moan, kelces mean words thoroughly beat out of your head as you nod. “im yours.”

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Bad Idea Right - Part 7

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

Soft Eris! Brooding Azriel! Meddling Nyx! Nosey Azalea! Reader has feelings! Enjoy.

Part 6 Part 7.5 (Prequel Headcanon)

Warnings: Language

How convenient that the moment I show up in a compromising position at my door step with my half-naked lover? Fuck buddy? For all intents and purposes we’ll say boyfriend to spare my father from a heart attack at such a salacious relationship status. Surprise, Eris! You may be an oh-so-noble High Lord but now you’re my boyfriend too. Time to meet the parents! Again. But I digress, my father’s busy schedule conveniently cleared right up as Eris and I showed up at the door.

And Eris, the bastard, accepted his complete and utterly insincere offer to come in for lunch.

He winnowed back to his place beforehand to change into something more befitting of the situation at hand.

It was my intention to dart to my room, put on more clothing than my skimpy underwear and hide there until Eris returned but…. Azalea had other things in mind. No sooner than I dressed, she barreled in through the door.

“Sissy! I missed you. Why didn’t you have clothes on?”

Following her into the room came my mother. “Azalea, why don’t you go help dad set the table.”

Her jaw dropped “But-“

“Please, Azalea. We don’t want Eris to return while we are unprepared. That would make us poor hosts.”

She mulled over it for a moment before letting out a breath. “Fiiiiiine.”

As she ran off down the hall, my mother approached me, seating herself on the edge of the bed.

Here comes the lecture.

Her soft face, frozen in eternal youth remained neutral. “Y/N, your father was mortified to walk out and find you two like that.”

I waited for her to continue but to my absolute shock, she raised her hand to her mouth and LAUGHED. A true, genuine laugh.

“I’m- I’m so sorry. I know it must have been so uncomfortable for you.” Her laughter was contagious, I couldn’t hold back the very slight grin that tilted the corners of my lips upwards. “I just- he’s so hard to surprise. I can count on both hands the amount of times I’ve ever seen him shocked, and Y/N, half of them have been because of you.”

Her laughter softened as she placed a hand softly upon my cheek. I leaned into it. “I love you, Y/N. Your antics and the surprise you bring to our lives makes immortality far less dull.”

I didn’t realize how much I needed this moment with my mother. It was easy to forget that she was more than just “mother”. She was a strong female with a sense of humor and more purpose than just tending to a home and garden and doting over her children.

I am an adult now. She is still very young in fae terms. My mother could be my friend if I’d only let her.

As her laughter died, a memory struck me.

The burning flame drives away the wild shadow.

“The vision from Starfall. What about that? You seemed so upset.”

Mother took my hand. “Y/N, my visions are only a piece of a puzzle, not the entire picture. It could mean anything. The situation itself took me by surprise and the vision felt ominous in the moment but it may not mean anything. And despite the situation that just unfolded at our door, I trust you to use your best judgement. If you feel safe and happy, that’s all I can ask for.”

Elain Archeron, seer and pragmatist. Who knew?

——————

Forks scraped on plates and glasses clanked on wood as the five of us tensely ate our lunch. My appetite non-existent at this point in time. Eris decided to show up in his most noble High Lord attire because why not make this lunch more stiff and uncomfortable than it needs to be? And while he may have been dressed for the part of serious High Lord, his posturing oozed irreverence. with a saccharine grin plastered onto his face. A silent battle of wills raged between he and my father, who would cut the tension by breaking through the silence first?

My father, cauldron bless him, only sat stiffly in his chair, trying his damndest (and failing) not to clench his jaw, while his fists wrapped tightly around his utensils - as if he were afraid he’d set them down and his fists would immediately go flying toward Eris’ face.

My mother sat directly across from me, passing the occasional eyebrow raise in my direction - a silent sentiment of “Males. Am I right?”

Meanwhile, Azalea bounced eagerly in her chair, eyes darting back and forth between my father and Eris. Sparing the two males of a shot to their male egos, she broke the silence. “Well??? Is anyone going to say something?”

“Azalea” my mother warned. To which Azalea let out a dismissive huff before opening her mouth again. “Hey fire-uh, Eris! Do you love my sister? Are you going to get married?”

I choked on my water, father somehow managed to grip his utensils tighter, and Eris only chuckled. “I’d have to get her to go on a proper date with me first.”

While his intentions were genuine with the statement, my father visibly paled as if remembering what two adults who aren’t on dates tended to get up to.

“Ohh! A date! Sissy, why don’t you go on one?”

“Eris is a High Lord, Azzy. It’s hard to schedule time for one.”

“What about Aunt Feyre’s art exhibit? You could dress up fancy and go to Sevenda’s and Eris, you could get her flowers!”

A small part of me lit up at that. I had never considered a date as an option. A larger part of me wanted to fall through the floor immediately only to resurface once everyone had left the table.

Eris glanced toward me, likely noticing my slightly reddened cheeks. With a grin he said, “I’d like that. When’s this exhibit, Azalea?”

The comment sent Azalea into a frenzy as she gave him all the details of the day, the time, the gallery, her favorite works, and into her own interest in art and painting, and how Aunt Feyre keeps a picture that she’d painted of a Unicorn - which is very different from a Pegasus, thank you very much - framed in her gallery.

Azalea may be the biggest busybody of us all but gods was I thankful for her chatty ways and tendency to overshare in the moment.

As Azalea rambled on a loud knock banged on the door, far too loud for my lingering headache from the night before. My shadows practically hissed in irritation at the disruption. And then, as I saw my fathers tense features shift from his own state of irritation into relief, rage flickered inside me.

I glowered. “Are you fucking kidding me, dad?”

Ignoring my question completely, he strode to the door only to be greeted by Cassian’s hulking figure and Rhys.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how cheeky he was feeling, Nyx strode in behind them.

If Eris was phased, he didn’t show it. Powerful High Lord or not, I had to give it to him. My- the male had balls.

Cassian clapped Eris on the shoulder as he strutted in. “To what do we owe this pleasure, High Lord?” Cassian’s ability to bait with only his tone of voice was rather impressive. Almost as impressive as Eris’ ability to remain unbothered by his efforts.

Nyx gave a subtle smirk and simultaneous eye roll. A show of “Oh I’m enjoying this very much but I empathize with you as well, cousin.” Rhys only gave Cassian a cautioning glare and likely a stern mental warning of “he’s still a High Lord and you will treat him as such.”

I forgot I still had a bone to pick with him over whatever secrets he and Eris had been keeping.

In fact….. since they were all here why not make this more uncomfortable for everyone - not JUST me.

Cassian, Rhys, and Nyx poured themselves glasses of whiskey before finding chairs at the table. Because why not mix in alcohol to this shit show? It’s not uncomfortable enough as it is.

“So,” I mused. “Uncle Rhys, when did you approve Eris for a temporary visa to rent an apartment in Velaris?”

Eris, ever the master of chaos, paled for the briefest of moments before a look crossed his features that he usually reserved for calling me “good girl” in his bed.

At that comment my father turned his icy gaze toward Rhys and even Cassian gaped.

And Rhys, the smooth prick, only replied “High Lord business, we have much to discuss regarding commerce in the coming months. Given his status it made more sense for him to have a private, warded apartment than to stay in a hotel with so many prying eyes.”

Though I thought the same, it was my father who muttered “Bullshit.” Shadows whirring in rage at Rhys openly allowing Eris to stay in the city as he pleases.

A part of me wanted to jump in and defend Eris but another part of me was still pissed to not have a direct answer.

Sensing the argument about to unfold between the brothers, my mother ushered Azalea, Eris, and I to the garden for tea. Nyx politely declined the offer in lieu of watching the drama between his father and Uncles play out.

—————

Seated in the garden, Azalea was jittery, practically begging to go inside and listen to the conversation with father and Rhys. Truthfully, I couldn’t blame her, and would have sent my shadows in but someone had thrown up a ward.

The tension between Eris and I, well, the tension from me to Eris was thick. I was still so angry with him for his secretive ways but… also so drawn to him. I craved him.

Fuck - this man and his stupid, beautiful face.

“Aw, are you thinking about me again? Glad you recognize which of us is the best looking Archeron.”

“Get out of my head, Nyx. You’re as nosey as Azalea.”

“Fine. I won’t give you updates on what’s happening in here.”

“Fuck off. Anyone have a broken bone or a black eye yet?”

“Nothing too exciting going on. Sadly. Mostly your father brooding in that rageful way of his over my father ‘encouraging’ your relationship.”

“He’s really struggling with accepting whatever it is between us.”

“Yeah, and Amren is a hoarder. Since we’re apparently stating the obvious here.”

“And you’re a pompous asshole.”

“You wound me, cousin.”

“Update me if anything interesting comes up.”

“Only if you say it.”

“I’m not saying it.”

“Fine. No gossip for you.”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

Silence. Pure silence filled our mental connection for several moments.

“Fine.”

“Nyx is the most handsome Archeron.”

“I’m flattered. Talk to you later.”

I flipped him off mentally which earned a chuckle as his voice faded away.

He really was his father’s son. Insufferable in the most endearing of ways.

Seemingly having zoned out for too long, Azalea waived her little hands in my face “Earth to sissy!! Are you talking to Nyx? What’s happening?”

“LADIES.” Mother reprimanded. “Leave them be.”

A warmth heated my shoulder that I hadn’t previously noticed. When had Eris put his arm around me? So casually, so comfortably.

So…. Right.

And because she couldn’t leave him in peace, Azalea interrupted the quiet contentment, “Eris! I have a Sprite garden. Want to see it?”

Eris gave a gentle nod to Azalea. “I would love to.”

Mother only gave me an affectionate smile as I stood to follow them.

“This is Night Blooming Jasmine! The flowers are only out at night and this is a bench in case a Sprite comes to visit but I also put a bed back here” She motioned deep within the planted jasmine “in case one comes and needs a nap!”

Eris didn’t miss a beat as he crouched down to look at the little oasis she’s created in her garden.

“Do they ever come visit?” he asked inquisitively.

Softly, sadly, Azalea shook her head as she looked to the ground. “No.. but maybe someday. Maybe they’re nervous because we’re so big and they’re so tiny. I never see footprints but I will keep making it cozy for them so maybe they’ll feel safe. I would be their friend. We could be best friends.”

Eris listened attentively, never drifting his focus from her and her garden. And then my armored heart melted ever so softly as he warmly replied, “They’d be lucky to have you as a friend, Azalea.”

Her eyes lit up. “You really think so?”

“I know so.”

“You can be my friend too if you want.” She said, looking to him eagerly.

Eris was taken back for a moment. And the look in his face gutted me. As if- as if he couldn’t fathom that someone so gentle, so unbroken by the world could look at him and see anything other than the cold, calculated product of Beron Vanserra.

Azalea stared at him expectantly, her face beginning to falter until he smiled. A broad, genuine smile that I’d seen so few times. “I’d like that very much.”

And with that she grabbed his hand and led him through the rest of the garden.

——————

Eventually my mother retrieved a reluctant-to leave-Eris’-side Azalea, as father had sent Cassian, Rhys, and Nyx home. He was likely fuming that his little plan to make things more uncomfortable than necessary backfired and she didn’t feel like dealing with explaining to him why Azalea was gleefully dragging Eris by the hand through the garden.

I made a mental note to myself to take my little sister out for pastries soon as a “thank you” for serving as a buffer throughout the afternoon. I didn’t realize just how much discomfort she’d spared me from until she had gone inside and I was left alone in the garden with Eris.

Perhaps softened by his kindness with my vivacious sister and the painful look on his face at her kindness in return, I brushed my hand against the back of his.

His face remained stoic but I could have sworn a small lump formed in his throat.

We wandered a few more steps through the garden. He said nothing but, to my surprise, brought the back of his hand back to mine and hooked his pinky with mine.

And gods damn if that didn’t give me butterflies.

“So,” he started, almost coyly. I couldn’t be hearing this correctly. “About that exhibit at Feyre’s gallery?”

“Yes?” I asked.

“Could I-“ he took both of my hands in his, avoiding eye contact at first but finally meeting my gaze. “Would you- like for me to escort you? We could get dinner beforehand.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A nervous Eris Vanserra. Of all people, he was nervous in front of the female he’d been fucking for two years.

And yet, something sparked within me at the thought.

Feigning shock, I asked: “High Lord, are you asking me on a date?”

The corners of his lips lifted slightly. “Don’t be an ass.”

“Think you can manage not to strike anymore mysterious, shady bargains between now and then?”

“I believe I can manage.” He quipped. That casual irreverence in his tone returning.

“Then yes, Eris, I will. Now you should probably get home before my father comes out and decides to make his brooding everybody’s problem.”

With that he wrapped an arm around my waist as a hand gripped the back of my head, pulling in me tightly. His lips crashed into mine, kissing me passionately. I gasped into it as heat pooled within me, reverent need burning through my veins, urging him to deepen the kiss further.

And as suddenly as he initiated the kiss, he pulled back with a smirk. “See you soon, little Shadowsinger.” and winnowed away.

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Hi, absolutely no pressure to write anything, but would you be willing to write an agere fic/ oneshot ft. Caregiver Quill from the MCU with a little reader, preferably his daughter/kid if you wanna keep it gender neutral. Maybe something about him comforting them after they have a bad dream about him going away again post Infinity War, making them a bottle and/or rocking them with comforting words? Maybe reader is between 2-4? Aaa unsure if this is good or not, could you tag @quillcore in it so I don’t miss it if you do? Again absolutely no pressure!! Its just so hard to find content about my dad :’) thank you in advance if you do,,

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A/N - Yes!! I love Quill! I suck with dialog because I'm not super used to writing it, but I tried! Also, Im not sure what preferred caregiver name or nickname you wanted but I did my best ^.^

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of death, yelling, panic attack, carrying, fluff, use of fem pronouns and nicknames, side characters of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.

Papa!Peter Quill x Little!Fem reader

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"We don't know if he's going to be back pumpkin. We aren't even sure what happened. You'll have to stay here in the tower until everything finally settles" Steve calmly reminds you, after you ask for your papa for the millionth time.

Your papa had gone missing almost 6 months ago, and all uncle steve could tell you was that he just.. poofed?

"It doesn't matter anymore Steve. They aren't coming back. Lying to the kid won't help!" Tonys booming voice suddenly came through the closed door that him and Steve were currently in.

"She doesnt understand what's going on. I refuse to-" Steves voice suddenly went too quiet to hear.

You slowly crawl to the door, sitting right by it, trying to hear through the solid wood.

"For all we know they could be dead. Giving her false hope will end up causing more problems when she eventually find out." Tony's stern voice pierced your ears as much as it did your heart.

"Papa dead?" You slowly whisper out, your breath getting stuck in your throat as tears brimmed in your eyes.

Steve stormed out to the living room, and immediately saw the tears streaming down your face and crouched in front of you, worry that you overheard, coursing through his veins.

"Hey hey, Y/N, what's wrong?"

"Dead? He dead?" You look at Steve with nothing but agony and fear, your voice strained.

His look of disappointment and his eyes filling with fear of your reaction tells you everything you need.

"Nonono not Papa! Papa! No! No-"

"Sweetheart!" Quills gentle yet firm voice shakes you out of your awful dream. You look around your surroundings before throwing your arms around your papa, sobbing.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, it's all over. I'm alive. Your safe." Quill gently runs his hands through your hair, softly rocking you, helping you to get through another nightmare.

The day you found out he had been blipped, was the day your world fell apart. After finally getting him back a year ago, you still havent recovered from the 5 years without him.

Quill gently picks you up, walking around your apartment, whispering gentle praises and comforting words.

When you finally peak out of his neck, your face swollen and puffy from crying, your eyes full of fear and worry. Worry that you could be imaginating his smell, that everything you see could be a lie.

"Sweetheart, i'm back, permanently. Theres nothing that could take me from you ever again." Your papa gently reassures you.

When he came back and they defeated Thanos (Or the big bad purple guy), he stepped away from being a fighter, and part of the squad that would go on missions. He would still help from on base, but he would spend most of his time with you.

Quill softly bounces you as he walks to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle, and quickly heating it up to your favorite temp.

Its around the time the bottles in your lips and his soft singing fills your ears that you realize this isnt a dream. Your able to comprehend that your papa wasnt dead. He was still here to love you even if that meant that when you thought he was gone, he had to remind you he would always come back for you.

He walks around the living room calming you downa s you finish off your bottle, and the sun starts to peak through the blinds.

Quill softly sets the now empty bottle down on the coffee table and walks back to his room, holding you closely to his chest.

He lays down with you in his arms, softly kissing your nose, and telling you a story of his time in the guardians. How your uncle rocket was just the silliest friend, even if your Papa got annoyed by the little trash panda at times.

"Papa?" You tiredly ask.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" He softly replies.

"No gone?"

"No gorgeous. Papas not gone. Never gone from you."

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a loak x twin sister reader were reader and loak are kids and are doing the most stupid things like pushing each other out of trees, wrestling, that kind of stuff then time jump to now and they are explaining what they used to do to aounung rotxo and tsiraya, and all three are like " Excuse me" then neteyam is like "you're surprised?" Just some funny stuff

(Neteyam is fine in this cause my heart) :(

A/N: I loved this request so much <3, I based the twins on Zack and Cody from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.

It's a twin thing: Lo'ak Sully

Your dad was sure that he was gonna be sent to an early grave from the amount of stress that you and your brother put him through. See you and Lo'ak were twins and identical ones at that and lived to be absolute menaces. You two would always fight and wrestle with each other and bicker with each other over the stupidest things and the older you got the more bolder and stupider you got. 

"So twin I was thinking..." Lo'ak said. 

"That's a dangerous thing." You said making Spider laugh at your comment. 

"You know we never had a rematch since the last fight that you won." He said as you rolled your eyes.

"We don't need to have one. I'm the strongest twin. For example." You said before you pushed him off the branch causing him to fall through the trees.

"Bro! Lo'ak are you okay?" Spider asked running down to go check on him. 

"I'm fine. Damn sis, you pushed me like a damn dude." He said groaning as you helped him. 

"Told you I was the strongest one." You said with a shrug. 

"Oh really?" He said as you two started wrestling each other as Spider moved out of the way knowing how rough you two can get during these. 

Neteyam had been tasked with going to hunt down the three of you, and as he was walking through the woods he could hear fighting and grunting making him reach for his knife just in case he wasn't you two idiots. He reached the clearing and saw you and Lo'ak on the ground fighting with each other while Spider leaned up against the tree with an amused look on his face. 

"Do I even wanna know?" He asked Spider. 

"No probably not. She pushed him out the tree and said she was stronger than him and then they got into another wrestling match as you can see." Spider said as Neteyam shook his head at you two. 

"Alright, that's enough, you two." Neteyam said pulling Lo'ak off of him. 

"Bro I was winning." Lo'ak complained as Neteyam helped you off the ground and brushed some of the dirt off of you.

"Only because I was letting you." You said getting ready to start the fight back up until Neteyam stopped you. 

"It's almost eclipse. We need to get home. Let's go you three." Neteyam said. 

While you were walking home, you and Lo'ak kept pushing and bumping into each other until he bumped you a little hard causing you to fall to the ground with a yelp as your twin laughed as your older brother rolled his eyes at you two.

"One word. Payback for earlier." He with a smirk as Spider and Neteyam helped you up. 

After Spider's kidnapping and the return of the Sky People, your family was forced to leave the forest and go safety somewhere else. While you were leaving, you felt your twin reach for your hand making you look up at him, which brought a small smile to your parent's faces at how you two could communicate without saying anything. 

After nearly weeks of traveling on their ikrans, your family had finally arrived in Awa'atlu, desperately seeking Uturu to get away from war. You guys were ultimately granted sanctuary with a warning from your dad directed at you and your twin to be on your best behavior and not up to your usual antics. 

"You miss him don't you?" Your twin asked coming to take a seat next to you as you feed your ilu.

"Yeah." You said quietly. 

"I miss him too. I feel guilty for not realizing he was missing until it was too late." He said as you reached for his hand. 

"He's gonna be okay, we'll find some way to get him back." You said squeezing his hand as you two continued feeding your ilu's. 

A few days later, the twins and Neteyam were sitting with Tsierya, Roxto, and Ao'nung talking about the forest and the twins were discussing some of their former antics with laughs while their three new friends looked at them in shock. 

"You pushed him out of a tree?" Tsierya asked shocked. 

"Yeah, I did. It was only fair for all the times he push me out of one." You said with a shrug.

"But you seem so nice. I can imagine you two doing something like that." Roxto said as Neteyam laughed.

"Surprised? Don't be. I'm sure that they are only like this because our dad told them not to do anything to get us kicked out." Neteyam said. 

"I would love to see you two fight." Ao'nung said. 

"Sorry fish man, our fights aren't for your entertainment." You said to him. 

"That was a good one sis, but she's right. We only fight each other for our own amusement and not for your entertainment." Lo'ak said glaring at him. 

You and your twin may be reckless and feed into each other's intrusive thoughts but at the end of the day, you two would always have each other back through thick and thin. 

[builtaworldwithyourlove]

I Forget Where We Were

1.2k/ joel miller x f!reader / MINORS DNI 

summary: life with Joel from the start. Be kind please- this is my first piece and has taken 6 months of courage🤍

Chapter Six: Time is Dancing

Hold it in, now let’s go dancing. I do believe we’re only passing through.

what to expect: Wholesome evenings with loverboy and the sweet precious angel baby. Unfortunately, we are it’s time for some angst

warnings: bad language i guess idk?😂fluff, dad!joel,lover boy joel, no specific physical description of reader, female reader (please let me know if there is anything I’m missing, I will elaborate as the series goes on) no outbreak, age gap (reader is mid 20s and Joel is mid 40s), boyfriend!joel? i repeat boyfriend!joel, slight daddy!kink, showering together but I kept it clean, let me know if you want the filthy version however💁🏻‍♀️, Joel’s past may just bite him in the ass.

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As you came out of the office, Joel and Sarah hung out of the truck windows, beeping and waving at you.

Laura, your work bestie, nudged you ‘Okay,now when are you planning on filling me in on the absolute hottie’

You waved back at Joel and kissed Laura on the cheek as you hugged her goodbye ‘Lunchtime, tomorrow.’

She squealed gleefully.

‘Love ya!’ You both shouted in unison and waved with your fingers.

Sarah was wriggling in her seat, so excited to see you& Joel got out the truck to kiss you hello. You wore cream coloured cigarette trousers, which sat above your ankles and complimented your anklet. This was paired with a blue and white striped shirt and your oversized tote and matching cream loafers. Joel had to bite his tongue, as he instantly fought the urge to tear your clothes off and devour you.

Sarah asked all about your day and you asked all about hers. ‘I wish I could come to work with you, it’s so much better than school’ Sarah sighed. 

‘My job is boring baby girl, you’d have more fun working with your Daddy’ you looked at Joel and squeezed his thigh.

‘All Daddy does his hit things with a hammer and screw wood into things’ Sarah sighed.

You cackled at the double entendre that Sarah didn’t quite understand. Joel rolled his eyes replying ‘At least I don’t stare at a screen all day pretending to get shit done.’

‘Oooooooh’ you and Sarah teased in unison.

‘That’s 10 bucks for the swear jar Mr Miller’ you tutted, taking two 5 dollar bills out his wallet, handing one to Sarah and tucking one in your purse.

Joel tried to pretend he was angry, but the way you flicked the hair of your shoulders and grinned at him cut through his tough exterior.

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The three of you made it home and you helped Sarah with her homework whilst Joel mowed the lawn.

You greeted him with a beer when he came in, and kissed him, with a subtle lip bite. He growled quietly into your mouth and you started to make dinner whilst him and Sarah watched TV.

You danced around the kitchen dancing to Hozier, with a glass of red wine in hand. Joel leaned back on the sofa, straining his neck, just to watch you through the double doors that connected the kitchen to the living room. Sarah heard a song that you hummed whilst you painted her nails, she ran to see you and you picked her up and twirled her around on your hip and sang with her.

You both giggled quietly, and Joel couldn’t take his eyes off you.

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‘Are you and Daddy having a sleepover tonight?’Sarah batted her eyelashes hoping you’d say yes.

Joel nodded eagerly at you.

‘Why don’t I go home, get my stuff and then I’ll come and stay?’ you crouched down beside Sarah and negotiated.

She ran a lap round the living room , elated at the fact she would get another bed time story with you.

‘I’ll see you soon’ you planted a kiss to her forehead and then held Joel before walking back home to grab your overnight bag and your car.

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You pulled up outside and Joel ran to let you in. Sarah finished up her bath and you helped her brush her teeth.  You pottered around the house tidying up after dinner, and packed Sarah’s school bag, 

‘I could get used to having you around’ Joel swooned. 

‘You’d get bored of me before I have the chance to unpack’ you jested. 

The cogs in Joel’s head were turning as he thought of the perfect way to give you a spare key.

You read The Velveteen Rabbit to Sarah and Joel listened closely in the hallway, hidden out of view.

You tucked her up, kissed her goodnight and shut the door softly. Joel grabbed you around the waist, and pulled you into him.

‘Shall we get ready for a night of crappy TV?’ Joel began unbuttoning his shirt and lifted his faded black t shirt over his head, revealing an olive skinned stomach, chiselled down to his hips, and airbrushed in a layer of fine dark hair.

He pinned you against the banisters and pressed his lips against your neck as he carried you into his bathroom. He turned on the shower, and after bickering about the perfect temperature, Joel compromised and you had the shower how you liked it.

He lathered up his hands in your lavender shower gel, and washed every inch of your body. Intimately and delicately,placing soft kisses over your neck and chest. You wrapped your arms round him and stood under the rainfall, taking in his scent and letting the droplets fall from the bridge of his nose down your cheek.

You cupped Joel’s face in your hands, and traced his lips with your tongue. He grabbed a towel and wrapped you up in his arms. 

‘Let’s get you cosy, baby’ Joel whispered in your ear, and hooked his pinky under the towel and removed it from your body. He sat on the edge of the bath drying off, as he watched you like a hawk as you rubbed in some cocoa butter.

Joel went into his bedroom and grabbed his glasses and a throw blanket, and you met him downstairs on the sofa with two mugs of chamomile tea.

You sat down with your back to the arm of the chair and your legs wide. You patted your chest as invitation for Joel to lay on you. In your usual tv watching spot, you stroked Joel’s curls as he drew circles on your thighs. His hand fell limp after 20 minutes,a sign he was deep in sleep.

With extreme caution , you slid out from under Joel and headed to bed, where you fell asleep on your own.

It was 11:16pm, and in your absence, Joel woke up in a panic. He bounded up the stairs, and rolled into bed next to you. He took you in his big arms, swept your hair off your neck and behind your shoulders, and kissed you goodnight. His arms slumped over your waist, and he set an alarm on his phone for 5am for you to get up and get ready for work in time. 

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Joel’s phone flashed and buzzed with your morning alarm, as you slouched across him to turn it off.

You pressed the off button, and his lockscreen lit up. In front of the photo of him& Sarah, you noticed a notification that made your heart stop beating.

Mia:

‘Everything’s all sorted for my visit this weekend, we still on? Missing you🫶🏼

It must have been record timing between you reading that message and doing your hair and makeup and leaving for work, just to get out that house. Before you went,you checked on Sarah, ran down to make her lunch, making sure Joel realised that there was only lunch for one and you were long gone.

You signed a post it and left it on the fridge

‘Enjoy your lunch princess, and have a good day. Love you❤️’

‘Joel, send my love to Mia.’

Adrenaline pumped through your blood as you pulled up to work, texting Laura to come down to the front and meet you for a coffee.

Incoming Call: Joel

Just as you expected, he would be awake and downstairs by now.

You silenced your phone, and filled Laura in on everything.

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[blackpatrxnum]

(too many) thoughts and headcanons on life post mockingjay for hayffie and everlark

- it's just pure fluff with some hurt/comfort thrown in there, whoopsie -

Haymitch becoming Katniss' caretaker is so beautiful, I truly see him keeping sober after the war - maybe he bingedrank once back at twelve because the old demons are hard to chase away, but the next day when he sees Katniss depressed he realises he is far more useful sober. He had to take care of her, he still had a purpose. He is slowly helping her get better, maybe accompanying her to the woods for the first few times. He's just there

And even though Peeta goes back home, moves in with her, loves her, keeps the nightmares at bay... Haymitch keeps coming back, keeps making dinner for them, keeps going on walks, teasing, fussing a bit (it seems like he's learnt a lot from effie)

One time, when Peeta and Katniss both have influenza, Haymitch goes full doctor/dad mode - and for the first time, a highly feverish Katniss calls him dad. I'd see Haymitch stopping whatever he was doing for a sec and fight back at smile and then giving Katniss a kiss on her forehead and telling her a less charged version of stay alive.

Eventually, I think that Effie would come to 12. She'd move into Haymitch's house and at first, that feat would bring Katniss and Haymitch even closer. Effie was everywhere, she nagged and she prodded, she got on his nerves. So Haymitch sometimes runs away to Katniss' house, he took solace in the other's kindred spirit. They'd have a laugh, she'd let him bitch about her. She liked Effie but she didn't know her well enough yet. I think in these instances Peeta would be either at the Bakery or he just knew to let them have their time, he saw what they were to each other, how important they were for the other's well being.

But then, during the last months leading up to Prim's death anniversary, right around the time Katniss starts closing in on herself, getting broodier - moodier. Haymitch and Effie's relationship changes, after months of living together, learning their tricks and ticks; they fall in love, properly, absolutely. Haymitch gets lost on the high of the honeymoon stage. It also serves as a bit of a coping mechanism to keep the nightmares and horror from the war at bay.

It's not that he ignores Katniss, or Peeta for that matter. He's just... less aware, looks at everything with rose coloured glasses. After a long time, they are fine, content. The past is past.

Katniss feels like Effie is EVERYWHERE. She's the only one out of the three victors that isn't as happy with her presence. Effie loves Katniss, she considers Katniss as hers but Katniss isn't there... yet. (I feel like this would steem from her own relationship with her biological parents' - her dad left, he couldn't help it, he died but he always took care of her and her family, he taught her how to survive / SEE THE PARALLELISM WITH HAYMITCH TELLING KATNISS TO STAY ALIVE / but her mum... she abandoned her, from a young age, Katniss had to make do, she put bread on the table, she protected Aster and Prim, and her mom at the end, once again, CHOSE to leave her behind)

So yeah, Katniss is naturally wary of Effie, pair that with her Capitol self and it could be a recipe for disaster. At some point, they'd have a row - she says stuff that hurts Effie to her core - and Haymitch hates that. He tries to mediate but he gets "scalded". Katniss starts to avoid them, him. She gets worse. The demons are louder than ever.

And Haymitch two weeks into it, finally has to take matters into his own hands. They fight like they've never done before. Katniss yelling "You're not my dad" stops them in their tracks, 'cause at some point Haymitch really forgot. He just thought they didn't do the mushy shit and say it, there was no need for more acknowledgement after that feverish night. She was his to protect, she was his to care for, she was his to love.

It'd hurt him more than he'd let on.

They'd sulk, for a bit. Haymitch would storm out, but he'd also be the one to patch them up. I think they'd talk. It would go well, even though they're not such open books. They'd compromise. They'd acknowledge in the open air what they meant for the other. They'd move on. I think this would be the point when they start working on the Tributes book; because Katniss needs to do something with all the grief inside her. The woods and the happy family was not cutting it anymore.

And the four of them would sometimes get better, other times' they'd get worse. But they're always there for each other, like proper family. After sometime Katniss would leave behind the flight/fight mode. And yeah, life goes on.

I see her relationship with Effie getting better, to the point that sometimes she goes to her instead of Haymitch for stuff. Because she knows she won't leave. She learns to accept her flaws, she learns to love her happier and more optimistic demeanor. Effie also lets Katniss see, finally, the other side to her - the more human, vulnerable side that only Haymitch was privy to. Peeta's always seen through the cracks tho, so it doesn't surprise him as much. Peeta does know he's hers. Katniss learns to see herself as hers too.

And Peeta's and Katniss' wedding comes. They're forced to make a bigger spectacle than what they wanted to. Mama Effie and Papa Haymitch come to the rescue and fight to get them as much privacy as they can. Effie plans the whole thing to their liking.

I think she'd insist on adding a bit of Capitol tradition to it: the bride and the groom spending the night before the wedding apart. At first Effie would spend the night at Peeta's and Katniss' house, to keep him company in case he has an episode. And Katniss would go to Hayffie's. But Peeta makes a funny comment "It's not like you and Effie are getting married too, there's no need to make you suffer through the night alone" and Haymitch...just gets this little twinkle in his eyes. They accept with the promise that if Peeta has any troubles he'd come to them. So Katniss is the one that spends the night at Hayffie's.

They'd have a mostly quiet night in, Effie has more outward nerves than anyone else. The next day, Effie wakes Katniss up with her "big big day". But in a flurry she's gone to Peeta's, to make sure he gets dressed and is right on schedule. It also gives Katniss and Haymitch a bit of space to sneak out to the comfort of the woods for a bit. They make sure to come back before Effie catches them. She comes back to help Katniss get ready, she's teary eyed. Haymitch too, when he sees Katniss coming down the stairs. She looks soft, beautiful.

Effie leaves with Peeta, 10 minutes before them. Haymitch is in charge of getting Katniss to the justice building, that's when she asks him to give her away. And he does. The whole thing is perfect.

After an evening of partying, they bid their farewells. And go to have their private toasting. Peeta and Katniss want this part to be just theirs.

It's winter so at Effie's and Haymitch's the fire is roaring too. And she gets... curious; she's never been privy to that part of twelve customs so Haymitch takes the hands on approach and shows her how it's done. Effie understands what he's doing halfway through, Haymitch can see the recognition in her eyes. The slight stopping, the widening and surprise in her gaze. But she lets him go on, doesn't stop him even when he leaves enough space for her to make a run for it during the last part. He says wife, she says husband and she kisses him with all her fervor. All the love she has for him, all the love she's kept from him during their time as escort and victor.

She still makes him promise they'll have a proper party after a year.

They don't tell the kids what they've done tho. That ceremony is only theirs too.

[cricketnationrise]

For your 500 followers celebration! 12:45 pm the Haus porch. Shitty and Jack or another bestie pair

Lyrics "We can do this every night You can be my ride or die And we can live this way every day Go out like dynamite, I'm living life, ride or die Gonna live this way every day" the Knocks "Ride or Die"

I'm at this handle on AO3 also.

HELL YES JACKSHIT MY BELOVED BFFS

a genuine pleasure to write them, thank you for the prompt and all your lovely comments the past few years :D

want your own ficlet? followers can submit their own prompt using these guidelines through Jan 31, 2024

🏒🏒🏒🏒

12:45pm, haus porch

“Jackabelle!” Shitty calls up the stairs. “Get your perfect, gravity-defying ass down here!”

“I’m still unpacking!”

“Unacceptable reasoning—motion denied.”

“On what grounds?” Shitty can hear the amusement in his best friend’s voice.

“On the grounds that that’s stupid, and I’m down here, waiting for you so we can celebrate a new year.”

Shitty punches the air in triumph when he hears Jack’s feet crossing his room, refuses to look at all contrite in the face of Jack’s faux-disapproving glare as he comes down the stairs.

“I really should unpack—”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not. Time for that later. Or you can get the frogs to do it,” he says, shepherding Jack out onto the porch. “Right now is best friend time, no more arguments.”

“Fine, fine.” Jack sounds all put out, but Shitty catches the way his lips quirk up at the corner and knows he isn’t actually bothered. If he really didn’t want to come downstairs he wouldn’t have played along with Shitty’s jokes earlier.

“Sit down, Jack-o, it’s Best Friend Porch Swing O’Clock.” He hip checks Jack in the direction of the swing before grabbing two drinks out of the cooler he packed twenty minutes and one of his own suitcases ago.

“Cheers to the best year ever,” he says, pushing one of the bottles into Jack’s hand and flopping down, more onto his best friend than the swing.

“Shitty, I don’t—”

“It’s non-alcoholic, J.”

“Oh.” Jack picks at the label with his thumbnail. “Thanks.”

“Got your back, bro,” Shitty says, shrugging. The motion sets the swing swaying wildly and they both have to grab hold of the wood armrests for a bit before Jack gets a foot on the porch floor to steady them.

“My hero,” he says, fluttering his eyelashes, mentally cheering when Jack huffs out a laugh.

“Anytime, Shits.”

“Now, cheers! To a new school year, and a new hockey season with the best damn captain Samwell Men’s Hockey could ask for!”

Jack clinks his bottle against Shitty’s, but he’s not smiling now, just staring out at the street, brow furrowed, full Hockey Robot mode.

“You are the best captain we could ask for, you know.”

Jack exhales hard, takes a swig of his drink. “The other guys only voted for me because of my last name.”

“Yeah, probably,” Shitty says, blithely.

That startles Jack into actually looking at him.

“Your name’s your name, Jack—no getting around it. Well,” he says, “I guess you could change it, but that’s a lot of paperwork and everyone would still know who you are, so probably you should just leave it. But you’re gonna absolutely smash it as captain this year. Not because of your dad, who is admittedly, pretty great, or because of your fucking stellar stats.” Shitty makes sure to look directly into Jack’s eyes, willing him to hear Shitty this time. “You’re gonna be a great captain because you care. You care so much about what happens to this team, and you want us to be the best we can. And the others will see that and get in line.”

Shitty lets his speech sit in the still-humid air around them, lets Jack sit with those words while they drink in silence, watching the occasional car drift by.

“Thanks, Shits.”

Jack presses their shoulders together firmly, a non-verbal I appreciate you that Shitty learned last year.

“‘Course. Now can we fuckin’ celebrate? Because I’ll bet the tub juice fund for the year that you haven’t yet.”

“Yeah, go on then,” Jack says, his smile actually visible to the average human now, and not just Shitty, who has put in the ten thousand hours to become an expert in Jack Zimmermann’s expressions.

Shitty punches the air again, and yells, “FUCKING BEAUT OF A CAPTAIN RIGHT HERE!” loud enough to echo around the street.

The LAX-holes across from them immediately shout for him to shut the fuck up, brah, but Shitty ignores them in favor of savoring Jack cracking up next to him, worries wiped away for now.

[my-own-walker]

hiii so sorry i request a lot i js love ur writing!! can u plz make an imagine of alex from adult world? one where we take a shower with him (fluff not smut)? thank uuuu

Wake Only To Bathe In Greens And Blues

note: plssssss i've been WAITING for an alex request. thank you!! Don’t apologize at all for requesting things!!

warnings: major TW for death and mourning (was feeling emo when I wrote this), mentions of nudity, showering together, fluff (no sm*t), if you want shower sm*t that's not what ur getting here

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I woke softly, most likely due to the sunlight streaming through the curtains, directly into my eyes. Always a sensitive sleeper, little changes could disturb me from my sleep. The smell of grass and chalk-covered sidewalks wofted through the open window. The air was warm and thick and wet. The morning brought with it a familiar sound. A memory. A reminder. 

The mourning doves cried out from their perches in the trees. Their woeful song of sorrow. I couldn't help but stop and overhear their calls. Their pain. 

I saw him in the mourning doves, sitting by my window, nesting in my gutters, close to me on a low-hanging branch. The doves were not afraid of me. They were him. He became the mourning doves. He was there. He was with me. He was gone, but his omnipresent soul lived on in the cries of the birds that wouldn't seem to leave me be. 

Honeyed summer days rotted with the churn of my stomach each morning when I heard that familiar sound. The sound of warmth and freedom, for most. Loss and grief for me. I resented the summer. It brought me only pain. 

I wanted to enjoy the alluring sun and the heavenly feel of winter taking its final bow, but he was there.  I wished he would let me run with my arms outstretched into the body of daybreak without the tethers of heartbreak. Let me relish in the sun without hearing his mourning dove cries. 

Omnipresent, unceasing memories.

I loved him, but how I wished he would please leave me be.

Alex's stirring shook me from my thought. He turned over onto his side, eyes fluttering open innocently. Like a child waking from a midday nap. His face was illuminated by the beam of sunlight sneaking through into the room. His expression contorted into one of concern as soon as he was awake enough to process anything.

'My god,' he croaked, 'Y/N, are you ok?' He shifted and brought his hand up to wipe my cheek. I didn't even realize I was crying. I chuckled softly through my tears and sniffed.

'Man, yeah,' I laughed. 'Just being stupid.'

'How long have you been up like this?' he asked, concern creeping into his tone.

'Only a few minutes, I'm sure,' I sighed, looking over at the clock. It had actually been an hour.

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Summers with my dad were amazing. As a child, I reveled in the whimsy and wonder of trips to the woods with my father. He was an outdoorsman. An absolute enjoyer of all things natural.

As a little child, I would spend entire summers with him at a cabin in Lake Pleasant. He was a single dad. He was totally hopeless raising a little girl by himself. Nevertheless he persisted, and I grew up a regular tomboy. We’d fish in the lake, hike on nearby trails, and stargaze at night. He was a birdwatcher as well. Mourning Doves were his favorite to hear.

‘That means summer’s here, baby girl,’ he’d say, stars in his eyes. He died in the summer. His favorite time of year. Alone in the cabin.

A mourning dove sat perched on the roof of my car at the funeral home the day we said goodbye. I cried, knowing it was him saying hello.

I couldn’t be there when he went. The first summer I didn’t spend at that cabin. I was too busy. A college student with a summer job. I needed the cash. But money could never bring him back. Money could never fix the way summer was forever spoiled for me.

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‘Baby? Y/N,’ Alex whispered in an urgent tone.

‘Ah, god. I’m so sorry, I-I was,’ I stammered. ‘My dad.’ That was all I could choke out before the tears returned.

‘You don’t need to say another word,’ he assured me, caressing my cheek. ‘You don’t have to explain.’ He handled my grief well. I couldn’t imagine possessing the patience and grace he had.

I reached up and touched my hair, paling when I realised the absolute state I was in. I pulled at a nearly matted knot and sighed. I was still wearing yesterdays makeup. Depression had a funny way of creeping up on me. I was suddenly all too aware of how much of a mess I was.

‘Do you maybe want a shower?’ Alex asked. ‘I can take one with you.’ Showers were hard for me. In my grief, I would stand in the shower for nearly hours just thinking about ‘what-ifs.’ Showering with Alex helped.

We shared a small apartment in town just a few minutes down the road from my college. Living with Alex quite possibly saved my life. I loved him so intensely. He was so tolerant and kind. The perfect little housewife (said jokingly, of course). He was better than me at matters of domesticity.

I stood and smoothed my hands over my shirt. Alex stood on his side of the bed stretching. In an instant, he was by my side.

‘You look gorgeous,’ he whispered softly in my ear.

‘Hardly,’ I scoffed.

‘Come on,’ he beckoned, stepping toward the bathroom. Alex turned the shower on and removed his boxers. I slipped my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear off and stepped under the stream of water, joining Alex in the delicious warmth.

I felt his hands snake around my waist as we stood under the water together. I grabbed my shampoo and handed it to him, asking without words for him to wash my hair. He massaged the floral smelling soap into my knotted hair gently. Having him take care of me like this was heaven on earth.

I turned to face him and burst into tears as I looked him in his eyes. He was everything to me. The way he made sure my needs were met made me feel so whole. Instead of speaking, he just wrapped me tightly in his arms. I rubbed the smooth skin of his back as he embraced me. His fingers moved mindlessly through my hair.

The water washed over us, cleansing me of the pain I felt. Nothing mattered in the world besides he and I.

‘Now can you wash my hair?’ Alex laughed, lightening the mood a bit.

I giggled and grabbed his shampoo. He always knew the way to make me feel better. His love was beautiful and all-encompassing. There were no bounds to his heart.

When we finished up, he ran ahead of me to grab me a towel. He wrapped me in it and gave me a kiss on the forehead, making a show out of the smooching sound.

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Doing my best to get around to all the request in my inbox right now! Sorry this one got kinda depresso. It’s kinda like a (cough) true-ish story to my life so it got personal. Don’t know why I took it that route haha.

[sconeflowers]

Overexplaining my warrior cats ocs post 1 Lavenderstar and Apolloflower

Ok so anybody that knows this woman probably has had their ear yapped off about her lore already but. Let me cook

So Lavenderstar was born in the twolegplace along with her sisters so she could have a better life among her father and her mom and her stepmom!!! But her stepmom (Fern. Her dads name is Spark Her stepmom is Fern and her mom is Bluemoon) didn’t want Bluemoon to be able to chill with her kids because Bluemoon is a notorious bitch and would probably punch one if she got too worked up about a fight. Lavender didn’t comprehend this along with her sister, Orchid, so they kinda just kept on with their mom. This is kinda what saved their lives because Spark took the other three kids to a hole somewhere and they actually just fucking died because he didn’t want Bluemoon to have them and Fern wasn’t walking all that way to tend to them. So Bluemoon comes back with her newly injured kid (Lavender is injured some mfer ran over her tail with their car, her twoleg takes her to the vet during the same appointment she’s spayed at and attempts to fix her tail up it does not work) and realizes her kids are DEAD!!!!!! So she beats the hell out of Spark and Feen shoves them both into a hole and they die so Ferns like shoot. And drops the living kids off in the woods

Lavender riverclanmaxxes and becomes Lavenderkit but she was like five moons at the time so it wasn’t long before she became an apprentice,,,, Lavenderpaw becomes friends with Asrellepaw and Apollopaw and becomes incredibly close with their family who is highly respected in Riverclan for being yknow. Cool and having a lot of cats in it be high ranks in their clan,,,, So yeah the family consists of Asrellepaw and Apollopaw and Astralblaze and Aureliashine and Atlasstar..,, continuing the overall theming of night and flowers that I love so much,,,, So Lavenderpaw is enamored by Asrellepaw and thinks she’s the most gorgeous she-cat she’s ever laid eyes on but Apollopaw is absolutely enamored with HER.,, or would be absolutely enamored with her if she was able to keep up with them trainingwise

So the combination of early spaying and bad metabolism and stress eating and kittypet diet she’s incredibly overweight for a cat her age, idk how many pounds but somewhere around 10 for a 6-7 month old cat is a little bad 😓😓😓😓 There’s a point where she refuses to get up and do anything every other week and it’s frustrating for everyone around her to see her do nothing but mope and eat for a whole day while they work,, so Apollopaw resorts to saying mean things about the lazing around and the weight gain and Lavenderpaw does nothing but cry more about it because she genuinely thinks he feels that way but!!! Asrellepaw decides to take a totally different approach and try to get her up by asking her to go do menial things like go gather moss for nests or pick flowers and that makes her happy so she starts training with Asrellepaw and is making progress until boom mic drop Atlasstar calls them to a whispery special meeting

So they go to talk to the leader and he’s like “Hey. One of the apprentices is special or something and I’m getting old so they gotta take my place and it’s definitely one of you guys” totally disregarding Bubblepaw or Willowpaw bc it’s either one of his kin or nobody. This puts an idea in Apollopaws head so he gets Asrellepaw in on it and he’s like. Let’s cook. Apollopaw listens in on wherever Astralblaze is gonna be that night and he goes out and plants some lavender sprigs right there!! In the shape of a star too! Wow!

Let me explain why he did this so Apollopaw grew up in a family where the whole point of being born is to be great and to provide for your clan. He sees being lazy and unproductive as the ultimate sin because you’re NOT providing for your clan OR yourself so what’s the point… he’s like nine moons old and he’s already being told that he might be the leader like RIGHT THEN??? He considers pawning the position off to Lavender to be the ultimate affection, since it’s basically giving up his usefulness for a chance at her to become the most useful member of the clan. It is not helpful in the slightest

Without her even being notified she is catapulted into a warriors ceremony without even being assessed and barely knowing how to hunt or fight, ushered to the moonstone under the guise of a standard procedure all by Astralblaze because Astralblaze is obsessed with the idea of being shown a prophecy after so long that it must be true and right and totally not faked by a bunch of teenagers,, she visits the dead people and they’re like “Dude. You are NOT supposed to be here. You’re like 14 what are you doing here bro” and she’s like “Whuh why am I supposed to be here” and they take a peeksy like “Atlasnight already gave up his lives to retire so I guess you’re the leader now” and she’s like “IM WHAT!!!!” AND pretty much every member of starclan refuses to give her her lives and she is completely okay with that because WHAT!!!! She returns to camp and everyone’s calling her Lavenderstar like it’s COMPLETELY NORMAL but she doesn’t correct them like “I never got lives” she’s just like “okay. Yeah. I lead these guys now. Great.”

She tries to continue her training with Asrellepaw but now she has to balance that with responsibilities she shouldn’t even have and so she barely knows how to hunt when she attends her first gathering as leader,, when she goes up on the rock the leaders are confused and tell her to get down but Astralblaze lies and says she’s a full grown adult so she can stay up there (she’s clearly not but they aren’t gonna argue with the oldest medicine cat, they just assume starclan said so) and it goes horrible because Lavender doesn’t know what to say and she stutters and can’t tell when they’re trying to insult her clan or not,,, After the gatherings over she’s stopped by Blazingstar like “I can tell you’re like 14… what r u doing up there..” and she starts crying and confessing her sins and misdeeds and he’s like “DUDE CHILL why can’t somebody take over your position” and she’s like “EVERYBODY THINKS STARCLAN SAID SO WHAHHHHUH” and he’s like “okay. I’ll take to my 400 medicine cats and see what I can do just hang tight” and so she goes home and napmaxxes

so when she sleeps that night there’s a terrible horrible dead kitten plaguing her mind and it’s one of her dead ass sisters and it can’t talk for some reason and her mom shows up and is like “ur a leader therefore you’re my favorite daughter now” and she wakes up and is like “Whuh I don’t have mommy issues I hate my mom” and gets up and sees Apollopaw chilling and he asks her if she wants to get married or something and she’s like “ok…” bc lavender and Asrellepaw haven’t spoken in four hundred years and so yeah she has a husband at 10 moons now cool

so she’s hanging out one day and sees a total loser windclan cat hanging out with a kittypet on her border and she throws herself at the windclan cat and cries in its ear for a little while until it goes away and then she goes home and is like. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. And has an existential crisis about having no real friends and then gives herself an apprentice so she’ll have a friend hi Northpaw you make me so joyous

so she’s hanging out with Northpaw and Robynpaw (Northpaws sister) on a patrol so she has an excuse to train and she’s pondering why Blazingstar hasn’t fixed her life problems yet before she runs back up on windclan cat talking to the air and she’s like “hey what’s ur name” “heh hey gorgeous my names Orchiddew” “heh my names Lavenderstar never speak to me again” “ok” “you can visit anytime you want ok” “ok” and then scatters

She eventually gets called to a meet with Blazingstar and Acetalon and Mittenpounce (the two medicine cats of thunderclan) and she comes with Astralblaze and they’re like. “Hey starclan didn’t say make a kid a leader” and Astralblaze is like “YES THEY DID!!!!” And they argue back and forth until Lavender rages and leaves and naps and her moms like “Wanna see your alive sister.” And she’s like “yeah” so Bluemoon takes her to this big dark place in the scary dream woods and there’s a bunch of dead cats and then the strange windclan cat comes out!!!!!! Woah,,,, and her mom starts getting weirdly praisey towards her and her sister (Orchid) tries to murder her and she’s like “Hey! Stop! What is half my clan doing here! Stop!” And so Orchid stops and explains “Hey dude we’re training here” and she’s like “training. Yes pls!” So she joyously prances at the chance to train and wow yeah she’s technically a criminal now

She slips into this routine of doing nothing all day besides eating and sleeping so she can go back there and train that she forgets to give Asrellepaw and Apollopaw their ceremony and Astralblaze has to very gently remind her that her deputy can’t do it for her and she’s like shoot. So she gets up on the rock like “Apolloflower Asrelleblossom see you’re beautiful flowers now let’s go” and she pulls Apolloflower into her den and explains the cool dream place and he’s like “Wow let’s go” so they snuggle and he can’t go and he takes it out on her sleeping weird or snoring or something and she’s like “Sry :(“ So while she’s snoozing he scampers over to Asrelleblossom and is like “Lavenders going to evilland at night” and Asrelleblossom is like “SHIT let’s stage an intervention” and so they do just that

They go wake up Lavenderstar with Astralblaze and they’re like “hey.” And Lavenders like “hey.” And they argue at her about how that’s bad for a cat to train there and she argues back that “hey, you guys didn’t train me so they will,,” and that makes Astralblaze MAD and he’s like “why aren’t you grateful for starclans gift…” and Apolloflowers like “why aren’t u grateful for MY gift” and Astralblaze is like “what…” and then BOOM POW GORE BIG PUFF OF SMOKE WITH FISTS POKING OUT Apolloflower jumps Astralblaze and kills the elderly and Asrelleblossom runs away and he chases after her and Lavender live tweaks out because she literally can’t do anything and the angsty kitten ghost comes back to pester her and this time it brought friends! The friends are Orchiddew

So Orchiddew is like “what the flip happened” and so she explains everything to Orchiddew and cries while doing it so Orchid puts the kitten ghost that was in her back pocket down so it’ll pester the other kitten ghost and is like “wow. Moms been spying on everyone using one of the kitten ghosts” and she’s like “WHAAAAAT “and they nap snoooork mimmiimimimiimimimimimimiimimimimim dreamland time

They arrive at dreamland and their mom is like “hi freaks I saw everything check this kitten ghost out” and it’s another kitten ghost and Lavender chokes it to death and rips its throat out all goreylike and Bluemoons like “I’m so proud of you” and they all hang out as a family until Spark descends down from religiously ambiguous heaven to scream their ear off about killing one of his kids (hypocrite) and Lavenders like “wow! These are all memories I don’t wanna remember” and goes back home like a normie

Apolloflower pulls her aside and is like “Hey. It’s my fault you’re leader.” and she forgives him and he’s like “NO YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO GET MAD!!!!!!!!” And tries to kill her so she jumps him and he runs away and she gets terrified and since she doesn’t have her lives to turn in she just. Leaves. That’s actually how her story ends she just. walks off into the woods. She does end up with a yuri wife wherever she ends up though

Soo… what am I yapping about

Lavenders surrounding relationships are parallel to Orchids. Lavenders found family (Asrelleblossom, Apolloflower, Atlasnight, Aureliashine, Astralblaze) is like a way more toxic version of Orchids (Dogbite, Poppytail, Yarrowfur, Violetcloud) and her relationship with Apolloflower is supposed to be a worse version of Orchids relationship with Shrewbracken. Orchid is jealous of her sister’s incredibly worse life just because of her position in her clan. Lavender is incredibly unhappy the entire time she’s in Riverclan due to how much pressure is suddenly thrown onto her so young.

Her relationship with Apolloflower is awful, and I hate how I didn’t write more to show it. Imagine having the most stressful time imaginable and finding comfort in somebody just to find out that person is the catalyst to all your problems! Wow! YEOUCH! Apolloflowers actions were fueled by wanting her to live up to the potential he thought she had. And when she wasn’t grateful like he wanted her to be, he wanted it back. Wow I hate this guy

Lavenders motivations were really just to make people happy. Leader stepping down, well he’s old, why not let him. Take over his position? Wow. I don’t wanna do this. But it makes these people happy. Vent a Windclan cats ear off? Wow! Tell it that it can trespass whenever it wants because you feel bad! The only time she really defended her actions ended up with Astralblaze dead. Who wouldn’t be upset by that???? ☹️☹️☹️☹️

I didn’t mention it much in the summary bc I didn’t want it to seem like her only character trait but the entire time she’s training and pretty much her entire life she’s struggling from weight gain and stuff. Even after she starts physical training n stuff she doesn’t lose much weight :((( A person I’ve explained the story to in the past kinda saw it as meaning she’s a fat pushover and she is NOT A FAT PUSHOVER!!!!! STOP COMPARING HER TO CONSTANCE FROM RTC!!!!!!!!!!!

I REALLY REALLY LIKED UM. I once wrote a prompt when I was bored of Lavenderstar and Blazingstar talking about the brand new leader thing and it made me SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY 😁😁 i really don’t have much to talk about I guess this was just a lore post

sorry for yapping your ear off

[theidiotabides]

Would really love to hear about the angsty marcotobias fic if you're interested in sharing. 👀

Oh gosh, I feel like I'd have to actually write it for it to make sense because like 80% of it is subtext, but here's some rambling in that general direction.

I'm chiefly interested in the ways in which Marco & Tobias are actually incredibly similar -- their senses of humor, their attractions, their complete direspect for authority, and most importantly how they both lowkey hate themselves but insist on survival anyway, largely out of spite -- but how they treat their similarity as, like, a cautionary tale rather than the basis for a healthy connection that it could be.

Like, Tobias disappearing into the woods and giving up on everybody is exactly the kind of behavior that Marco finds incredibly triggering, having lived through it with his dad. Marco would never walk away from his remaining loved ones like that, especially in the post-war world where he's charged himself with being the public face of the Animorphs because somebody has to. But there is absolutely a part of him that wants to give up and disappear; ya boi is tired.

Meanwhile, I think Tobias sees Marco's devotion to Jake and refusal to abandon him even after how Rachel died (which Tobias blames Jake for) as a version of the hero worship complex Tobias used to have about Jake -- like, I think Tobias sees Marco as being too devoted to Jake to see "the truth" about him, and he pities that in Marco. But at the same time, Tobias envies Marco's close personal connections, and I think on some level he knows that the only way to get to that place would be to work through his anger at Jake to get to his anger at Rachel, and he just can't bring himself to do that. It's easier to stay mad.

And then there's the question of Rachel herself, whom they were both deeply invested in trying to keep alive at the end of the war. Like, we see this explicitly from Tobias, with his "just be Rachel" and constant emotional check-ins with her, but I don't think Marco gets enough credit for his active role in keeping her literally alive. Dude bodily removed her from battles, at risk to his own life, and I just refuse to believe that's not something Marco & Tobias talked about, given how much time they spent together in Ax's scoop during that period of time between Marco's fake death & the move to the valley. Rachel is both a mutual love and a mutual failure for them (and that level of mutual devotion to a third person gives my polyamorous ass A Lot of Feelings).

Basically I think there's a lot of respect and love between Tobias and Marco, but they can't get to it because it would require each of them to deal with Rachel-related guilt and confront parts of themselves that they don't want to acknowledge.

...so I want to get them high on Marco's fancy penthouse balcony and make them kiss about it

[pixeldistractions]

When Colette made it down to the kitchen, she was pleased to see homework books open and being worked on. One less thing to stress about. Dinner though. She called in an order for takeout. Colette didn’t cook. Actually, that was another thing Jordan left them to deal with on their own. As it turned out, he cooked more than she did. And even when he didn’t cook, he often brought leftovers home from the hotel kitchen or brought the boys in after school for dinner.

So much for that. But Colette wasn’t broke, and they would eat somehow.

“We can go on the train,” Milo suggested after she’d hung up the phone. “We can ride it by ourselves. You don’t even have to take us.”

“No,” Colette said. “You can’t, actually. Not until you’re ten. And I’m not sending you to live in a camper. But since you all love to go behind my back, why don’t you tell your dad to get a real place to live? He doesn’t even have electricity—did he tell you that? Could you live without all your video games for even a weekend? Just finish some of that homework. I do not want another email from your teacher. C’s are not acceptable. And I hate your hair like that, it’s too long.”

“God, Mom, chill,” Felix said. “Maybe if you weren’t so crazy all the time, Dad wouldn’t’ve left.”

She felt that one like a dagger in her gut.

Milo didn’t chime in, but he didn’t defend her honor, either.

Those boys would never know how close they’d come to seeing their beloved game console spiked through the center with the sharp heel of her pump, shattered into pieces, then scooped up in a dustpan and thrown into the bay.

But she didn’t do that, because she was a grown-up. She was the one who held everything together and cleaned up everyone else’s messes.

To hell with both of them. To hell with everything and everyone.

She closed her eyes, balled her fists so tight that her fingernails made crescent-shaped indents in her palms. “I’m having a bath,” she said. “That homework will be finished by the time I’m done or God help me, I will throw your games into fucking bay! And if you don’t think I can throw that far from here, I dare you to try me.”

There was tension in her shoulders that she needed someone to pound out. She could also use a good pounding, but she couldn’t begin to imagine how to make that happen now. Jordan had been good at giving both, once upon a time. Shame he had to fail her in absolutely every other possible way.

She had her yearly checkup that morning.

Your blood pressure is high. Are you getting any exercise? Eating fresh fruits and veggies? Making time for self-care?

Please. Her children’s father fucked off to the wilderness on a journey of enlightenment or some bullshit and excuse me, fucking self-care? Can you just get the exam over with and get me out of this paper gown?

Colette didn’t have any date to go on. She did match with a trauma surgeon on her dating app, and he did sound very successful. She had been hopeful that he could administer a good pounding, or at the very least, maybe he could help with her high blood pressure. But she didn’t have a babysitter for the boys, because their father was a flake.

The boys were asleep and their homework books were stacked by the time her bath was finished. She wasn’t going to check the homework. She knew there was no possible way Milo could complete his fifteen missing assignments in one night.

They had eaten the takeout she ordered, and she didn’t order anything for herself. She would eat rice crackers from a paper bowl.

Self-care? She cleaned a whole man out of her house, and maybe that was her self-care.

What few things he left here she threw in the trash—a toothbrush, a small pile of dirty work clothes, a pair of muddy boots. As it turned out, she never let him keep much here in the first place.

But the couch smelled like him, like orange soap and wood chips and campfire smoke. So she trashed that, too. And she bought another one. She spent a whole paycheck on it, and she framed the whole room around it. This wasn’t the kind of couch anyone would ever sleep on. The leather was cold and hard, the angles sharp, the color was an eye-searing fuchsia, and the design was exquisite. It was like a piece of art.

She bought a flamboyant vase for a very fake plant. She bought a thin bookcase for books she wouldn’t read. The room felt beautiful and hollow.

— from “boxes and squares #4.1: first fall apart” (4/5)

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[polyhexian]

Just imagining how Hollow Mind would play out in the jasper lives brainworm AU, like would he be in communication with Eda directly and be there in the owl house to rescue Hunter and Luz, and then would he catch on to the CATTs leaving the potion to get them out and try to track them down, and confront Darius, or instead if he's waiting in the woods separately and sees Hunter panicking and running away but manages to catch him and talk him down before Hunter accepts and just breaks down in his arms

Jasper doesn't know potions! It's not his area so he couldn't help with this. And he's too erratic to be trusted with this. His motivations are different from theirs anyway- his hatred of belos is personal, and his goal is protecting hunter. He could care less about liberating the isles or ending fascism.

He follows hunter obviously. When Hunter suddenly starts sprinting through the night market at, again, night, alone, he is OBVIOUSLY watching. But he ALSO doesn't know what's happening until it's too late. Hunter and Luz suddenly vanish oh my god. Panic time. Jasper generally keeps to himself unless their interests align but Oh My Fucking God What Did You Guys Do. He is like. Immediately down there. Grabs someone by the throat and slams them into the wall. Probably Darius. He didn't realize who he was cuz of the hood. But now... gasp... and Darius knows he's jasper and he's got those furious pink eyes through his mask. What did you do.

They go to the owl lady's house cuz obviously she's saving her kid. They want to stay secret but... yeah. No. If they don't get found because jasper gets into a fucking battle outside in the yard, they find out when he kicks the door open and throws Darius on the floor.

OUGH maybe here it's like when Luz went in that portal and she was tied by a rope? They can send someone in to get them with some kind of tether and bring them back, and jasper is like absolutely fucking me. He goes in and if hunter sees him he's like oh fuck and runs away from him too.... only for that final fight with Belos where jasper shows up to rescue the kids, only to get struck in the face and lose his mask... and Belos is like holy shit. You. You're alive. And hunter is like. Belos knows you? Who ARE you?

Jasper doesn't answer, he just grabs the kids and they pull him out... and they're on the living room and hunter panics and runs away... and like hunter dropped his staff back when they got teleported so obviously jasper grabbed that. And he's panicking like hunter holy shit stop stop STOP and maybe he even loses him and now he's truly panicking. And he's in the woods panting and terrified and calling Hunter?! Hunter?! Please hunter please where are you! But Hunter keeps hiding... he's confused and afraid... and jasper failed to protect him this time, he nearly lost him and now hunter is scared and confused and alone and he can't help him and he just... falls to his knees and sobs for the first time in years... which hunter hears.... and hesitantly comes out.... and just says... who... are you?

And what can he say? I'm your dad? I made you? I'm the last golden guard? All of those prompt more questions. They're not good answers. So he just says "someone who loves you." And hunter has known this freak his whole life. He's seen the shit he does and like. Click! Yeah... yeah. That makes sense.

And THEN we get hugging and crying and jasper promising I will never let anything hurt you again, on god if anything ever tries I will make them regret having been born. Never again. Never again.

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 8, Part 1

Time to head back to Sulani. Harvey meets up with some buddies to go fishing, Carson and Kayleigh discuss his upcoming birthday and Keira visits only to be told off, Foster parent style (which means not really)

Low level content warning: Mentions of emotionally abusive ex

Harvey: Morning sugar, room for two

Kayleigh: Afraid not, besides lavender upsets your skin

Harvey: True. Got plans for today?

Kayleigh: Painting of course. I think I want to get started on the realism set. How about you Harv?

Harvey: Finally going to have a fish club meetup

Kayleigh: If you’re going to Ohan’ali Town let me know. Carson and I will come

Harvey’s current aspiration is to make 50k from selling his honey so he gets to work tending his garden. Kayleigh just wants to earn money, and the best way is by selling her paintings. Carson wakes up late and heads downstairs. He contemplates the painting of Oscar the Grouch while he eats. Carson is a recycle disciple so I imagine he probably sees him as some kind of idol.

Harvey is checking on his bees and collecting their latest honey when he’s hit by a wave of flirtyness. Guess I know where Reece gets it from.

Carson: But mum why do we have to go to the doctor

Kayleigh: It’s a mod trial, you want to be vaccinated against deadly things don’t you

Carson: Yeah I guess. I just don’t like needles

Kayleigh: *laughs in possession of many tattoos* there’s a way to get over that but best wait until you’re older

Harvey heads to Ohan’ali and checks out the fishing pier. It seems like an alright location and the sun has come out so he calls up his fishing club. Members are Bjorn and Shelly who have joined because they love fishing. James has joined for fun because he’s old and needs friends. We also have Reece who wants to be able to catch stuff in Moonwood Mill. Lastly Bob who Harvey has been trying to convince to catch his own fish to cook with.

Bob: Hey Reece, how’ve you been

Reece: Not bad Mr Pancakes

Bob: Harvey says you’re living with your boyfriend now in a house that needs TLC

Reece: *smiles* Yeah, in Moonwood Mill but-

Bob: Let me show you some pictures of my first place

Reece: Oh watcher that was a dump

Bob: You’re telling me. Look, if your parents complain about your surroundings just tell them, it can always be so much worse

James: Hey thanks for inviting me

Harvey: No problem, the more the merrier

James: I’ve been wanting to fish in Willow Creek but it’s always been cold lately

Harvey: That’s the great thing about Sulani. Never cold enough that the fish don’t bite. You missing the sun yet Reece

Reece: No Dad, I like the woods. But I haven’t caught anything proper there yet

Bob: I haven’t caught anything full stop

Harvey: You done much fishing James

James: Oh not for years. Ophelia always complained of the smell, even when I cleaned them outside, so we switched to supermarkets

Bob: I like supermarkets

Harvey: Oh come on Bob, give it a go

Bjorn: Here, I can show you how to cast out your line

Bob: I’ve already done that

Bjorn: Won’t hurt to do it properly

Carson: Mum, I’ve been thinking

Kayleigh: Yes

Carson: Well it’s BBQ day tomorrow. Can we have a family get together then-

Kayleigh: Oh yes everyone’s already invited

Carson: -and for my birthday just invite my friends

Kayleigh: You… don’t want family at your party

Carson: Well I certainly don’t want Reece

Kayleigh: Your brother-

Carson: Would just make fun of me the entire time and embarrass me in front of my friends

Kayleigh: How about your sisters though

Carson: You know if we invite them and not Reece he’ll sulk about it forever. He always gets mad at me existing

Kayleigh: Well if you read his diary-

Carson: I didn’t! He has a stupid loud voice that carries. I’m surprised we can’t hear it over here

Bob: Oh, oh, I think I got something

Bjorn: That’s it Bob, focus, reel it in nice and slow

James: Are you sure he shouldn’t reel it in fast

Bjorn: Absolutely not, the fish could go flying

James: But if he does it slow-

With a grunt Bob pulls up his catch. One magnificent log.

Bob: Fudge bars

Harvey: It’s okay Bob, we’ve all caught a branch or two

James: I must have fished up a forest in my time

Reece: All I can get in Moonwood Mill is seaweed

Harvey: Well what fish are there

Reece: Dad how would I know if I haven’t caught them

Harvey: You examine the water son

Reece: Oh hey, I got a bite! It’s…. nothing. That’s weird

Harvey: Keep trying

Reece: But seriously. I felt something. Where the heck did it go

Kayleigh: Look Carson, you only have one brother

Carson: One too many by my count

Kayleigh: And you’re only going to ever have one brother

Carson: I could always marry a mermaid with like ten trillion brothers

Kayleigh: In laws are not the same, you haven't grown up with them. He’s moved out now, you should try getting along

Carson: We went to see him for his birthday and what does he do? Use me as an arm rest, again

Kayleigh: *sighs*

Carson: Mum I just want my birthday to be about me, nothing is ever about me when I’m the youngest

Kayleigh: Okay. If it means that much, we can just have your friends for your birthday

Carson: Sweet! We made a good cowplant mum

Kyleigh: Yeah we did. Race you to the water?

Carson: Ready, set, bye! *sprints off*

Kayleigh: hold on, that’s cheating

The afternoon carries on and James finds Nemo. Bob manages to fish up some kind of chest. Don’t know what’s in it but hey, it’s better than nothing. Which is what Reece catches, nothing. Well seaweed and nothing. Harvey however catches a rare endangered Butterfly Fish and quickly throws it back in, hoping he hasn’t hurt the little guy. He also catches a Fighting Plakat which is another new fish for him.

Harvey: Carson, someone needs to set the table

Carson: Yeah, someone does

Kayleigh: Carson, do as your dad asks

Carson: Fine. But he technically didn’t ask anything. What’s for dinner dad

Harvey: Salmon maki

Carson: Can you make enough for leftovers

Harvey: May as well, there’s a ton of fish in here

Harvey finishes up and then calls the household to eat.

Keira: Hola family

Harvey: In the dining room

Keira: Yeah I can see dad

Kayleigh: Look honey, your father and I wanted to talk to you about your arrest

Keira: It wasn’t an arrest! It was a detainment… they let me go without charging me

Carson: Who charged what now

Keira: Marta’s idiot ex was being stupid so I punched him, seemed like the thing to do. We got into a tussle and when the cop showed up she detained us until she could figure out what happened

Harvey: You’re lucky Aaron could help on such short notice or it could have been worse

Carson: Idiot move. Should have knocked him out so you could talk before being whatever you were

Kayleigh: Carson, really

Carson: Mum, we're a family of fighters

Kayleigh: Maybe we shouldn’t be. No computer for a day

Carson: But normally-

Kayleigh: No computer for a day

Keira: Woah mum, where did these rules come from

Harvey: We got worried when Aaron called. Watcher knows we’ve all been arrested in our youth but you shouldn’t just attack people

Keira: He was verbally attacking Marta

Carson: He what

Keira: I was standing up for my girlfriend. Plus he knocked Joey down so I was standing up for him as well

Kayleigh: We’re not saying you shouldn’t look after those you love. But honey you should think before you punch

Kayleigh: Enough discipline though, I hate it

Carson: So do I

Kayleigh: What about your other news? You’re engaged now

Keira: Oh yeah, I asked Marta to marry me. I didn’t like to think of her alone after that whole incident. We have to move though. Liam knows we lived there so we’re thinking San Sequoia

Harvey: Two kids married or engaged, when do I get some grandkids

Kayleigh: Ignore your dad. Here. If you need a respite on the way there, we do have a spare room since Reece moved out

Following dinner Kayleigh and Keira do some painting and chat a bit more. Keira is not great at painting and Kayleigh wants to give her some tips. In the end Keira produces… some kind of art? Kayleigh on the other hand makes another masterpiece! The force is strong with this one.

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[world0fmadness]

ACT OF LOVE

୨୧ just remembered the god of war lore about kratos carving a flute for calliope and it just… i know i’ve forced my dad! pelle and god of war parallels on everyone way too much already but does anyone else think he would do something similar?

i just think if his daughter or son ever wanted to learn an instrument like the flute or really anything else, he would absolutely try to make it by hand for them or at least personalise it and make it unique for them… so that they would have one of a kind, just as he wants them to know that they are one of a kind, they are unique.. he would carve little patterns into the wood, maybe even carve their favourite animal or flower and engrave their initials somewhere too…

dad! pelle would sand the wood down for hours to make sure there is zero chance of them getting a splinter from playing the instrument, no matter how much of a small thing a splinter may be, if pelle can stop them from getting one, he absolutely will!

honestly, i just think dad! pelle would get into wood carving in general, it sort of branched off from his little crafts with animal bones because he realised how much more he could make with wood! he carves his children little animals and birds, little storage containers for their baby teeth to go in and so on… anything they want, he will make it for them! and let’s not just ignore you, the love of his life, absolutely not! he has definitely carved little things dedicated to you and given them to you, wether it be your side profile or your favourite animal… he always gets so bashful and shy when you praise his work and set them atop the mantelpiece, displaying them in your house as if they’re a work of art which to you and his babies? his little wooden creations are a work of art and you never fall short of telling him that, always laughing as you watch a deep red blush overtake his pale face

dad! pelle just loves his babies so much and always wants them to know how special they are to him, how much they changed his life for the better and how thankful he is to you for giving him his babies, for opening his heart and showing him how much there is to live for in his life :(

arghhh, my brain will forever be infested with thoughts of dad! pelle <3

[dgknightblue]

Where’s my fairytale grimmons?

My creatures and monsters?

My lonely horror writer x starving artist in a haunted mansion?

Okay so I have this weird idea.

These various slashers/ killers/ physopaths are at this camp and none of them know they are all the similar type of people.

Actually, they know because of an invitation to the camp. There’s a community for the slashers and physopaths via Addams family style.

Grif and Simmons still falls in love with each other.

Simmons is a bit insane, but he’s a little occupied with his crush to notice anything that he knows is what normal people don’t do.

Simmons is insane

Sarge is insane and a killer

Grif and Kai are slashers and insane (?)

Donut is insane

Caboose is a killer

I don’t actually know what I’d classify them.

I mean like movie slashers and butcherers and stuff. Like Sarge might be in a cabin in the woods type of slasher. Church is obviously cult with Tucker and Caboose.

HA Father Church and Priest Tucker with Helper/ choir boy Caboose!

Tex… hahahahaha Texas chainsaw massacre!

Kai and Grif are like family of slashers. Grif is more of the butcher or do things that help Kai that she can’t do.

Simmons lives in a castle in the woods of absolutely nowhere. He doesn’t really know much about social ques but he would love to connect with living people!

He might be a occultist too like his uncle Church, but he worships a different god. Church is a little pxssed his niece NEPHEW is here and disrespecting him, but he can’t complain because to be fair Simmons did write him a letter telling him he’s trans. He really should have checked his mailbox.

I don’t know to be honest, maybe he could be the only one that hasn’t committed a crime other than digging up graves and stealing.

Cannibalism and vampirism…. Oh! Yeah! Simmons vampirism he could be the type that steals blood bags or knocks someone out, cut them on the arm to drain them, take the blood, bandage them, leave them near hospitals or graveyards and have his glasses of bloods because he likes to be fancy.

Simmons is very rich and he’s living his fantasy in his old castle in the woods he inherited from his grandfather.

Also Simmons burned his childhood home down and let fate decide on if his abusive step dad survives. No one thought it was him, because he made it look like it was his step dad being careless with his cigars again and he was with his cousin when it happened.

Initially his step dad was going to live until someone (not Simmons actually) visited him in the hospital. Again Simmons wasn’t there, but this time he didn’t do anything.

I wonder who could have visited his step dad in the hospital in Ireland?

Is it A Church, who hasn’t seen Simmons since he was 16?

Is it B Tex, who hasn’t seen Simmons in five years?

Or is it C Carolina, who hasn’t seen Simmons since he was 12?

Who could have been in the neighborhood and decide to pay a visit? (Without ever meeting Simmons when that happened and just decided to finish him?)

Hm…. Wash had a break down maybe?

The freelancers…..

Sheila is Simmons’ childhood caretaker and Fliss’s younger twin sister. Lopez and his little brother is Sarge’s nephew’s that he’s cared for for a few years now. (Lopez is an adult and his little brother is maybe 14?)

Flowers, South, North, and the others I don’t know.

Scene:

Simmons walks into the camp grounds in black and maroon clothing and a big hat.

He’s barely there when he automatically gets caught up in Sarge shenanigans. Camp erupts into chaos. He meets Grif, who made him giggle. He gets embarrassed at being caught and looks a way (looking back several times as he blushed).

That’s when Church shouts the second he sees him. They get into an argument as Church didn’t want Simmons to be there (only remembering 16 year Simmons as the last time he saw him and what his ex did to him, who was never found).

Caboose interferes very confused and trying to help. Simmons smirks evilly.

“You must be Uncle’s best friend! I think I might have remembered him talking about you!”, he lies.

Caboose hugs Chruch and drags him away, Church cussing him out.

“Unintentional or not, that’s for deadnaming me Bxtch!”, he shouts.

Grif might have notice Simmons has a very cute face with very cute expressions.

Anyways, Simmons noticed he was assigned the wrong cabin. The cabins aren’t unisxx unless they are related.

He brings this up at the first meeting and the one in charge, VIC, tries to think of a solution.

Kai volunteers to trade places. It makes Grif mad and he gets into a small argument with Simmons. Both agreeing they are not going to be friends.

Stuff.

Won’t say much since I’m not sure how I want to handle this. Since they are all kind of twisted, a little twisted show of affection can be seen.

That said They are both totally into it. Into each other.

Of course injuries happen! It wouldn’t be a community with a dark sense of humor with out it!

I don’t think I’ll have that many die. Maybe a handful I wouldn’t know what to do with long term.

Like Wyoming, Flowers, Connecticut.

Maybe a few more and that’s it.

[murdleandmarot]

3 4 11 15 for the musical ask game

Hi hello!!! Thank you for the ask :)

3. Judas from JCS, Tugger from Cats, Harold Hill from the Music Man, and the Pirate King from Pirates of Penzance

Judas is a role I think I could deliver emotionally, and sometimes I could do the songs, but he’s always played by a guy, and even getting past that, I do not fit the bill.

And Tugger is Tugger 😭 I’d love to pull it off but the world hates me sooooo

Harold Hill would be so fun, I could give everyone the lesbian music man they deserve. What I REALLY wanna do is grow out my hair, then get the jellyfish haircut again, so that I can hold the braids like suspenders if I ever got this role lol

THE PIRATE KING IS SO GENDER SIRRRRRR he’s such a guy failure

Look at him. He’s so lame.

4. For a realistic dream role, probably…..Augh this hard. These are still pretty unrealistic but let me live.

Jemima, Bomba/Deme, and Grace Chasity from Nerdy Prudes Must Die

I can do Jemima’s solo and I would absolutely love to play her in a show.

Shoutout to alw for at the very least making Macavity somewhat alto friendly. Deme would be so fun to play, and I adore Bomba.

And I could fucking BODY Grace Chasity. Actually made for me, I AM her. On the flip side of that, probably Lex from Black Friday. Shoutout to Angela for being the singer ever, she’s so me fr.

11. Into the Woods and Pirates of Penzance.

They’re just….so funny bro….the original INTW is on YouTube and people STILL keep watching the Disney version. Why. It’s so much better in the original show.

And pirates of Penzance is so nostalgic based for me, but it genuinely is a really fun show. And Fredric is SO bbg love him. He has one of the prettiest vibratos I’ve ever heard.

sir PLEASE marry me. Sir PLEASE. He’s so fucking gorgeous, I’m going to steal his voice. The envy.

The modern major general song slaps.

15. The Music Man. Robert Preston is SO good in the movie, genuinely such a fantastic voice. Hugh Jackman did not eat has Harold hill. My dad makes fun of him for it all of the time, he sounds so fucking odd it drives me crazy. The 1962 movie/soundtrack is the only valid one