#on mobile right now so bear with the formatting

[hoseokhasmyheartxx]

For the writing prompt! 2 and 135 with Namjoon!😏☺️

Come Home With Me | KNJ

*Pairing: fuckboy!Namjoon x f!Reader *Word Count: 2.4k *Genre: SMUT, fluff, FWB-to-??, non idol AU *Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, MINORS DNI. jealousy, lack of communication, honestly they’re both idiots; dom!Joon, reader just goes along with it (isn’t really sub/switch/anything); piv sex, counter sex, bathroom sex, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, breast play, nfcm, some fluffy moments scattered throughout because I can never write anything without the feels *Summary: Jealousy is an ugly emotion, especially when it comes to friends-with-benefits. Too bad you can’t hide yours any longer. *A/N: welp this is the first thing i’ve written in literal months, so bear with me if it’s terrible. i finally got some inspiration one night and decided to just go with it. also sorry for the formatting, posting on mobile sucks.

Prompts come from this post!

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Who would’ve thought that you would end up here.

Staring, frozen, watching the man you love shove his tongue down another woman’s throat at a party thrown by your best friend.

The worst part of this? The worst part of all this is that he doesn’t even know you love him. Sure, you’d been fooling around with him for the better part of a year now, but you’d agreed from day one that it wasn’t exclusive.

Kim Namjoon wasn’t an “exclusive” person. He didn’t do relationships. Everyone knew that. And you weren’t any different. There was nothing special about you that would change his ways. But the knowledge of this fact didn’t change the way you felt, the acid in your throat threatening to come up.

You spun around on your heels, bumping your shoulder against the corner of the wall to your right as you fled from the room. Hissing out a few curse words, you then silently cursed yourself as you knew there was no way he hadn’t heard you. You chose to forget it, making your way back down the hallway leading to the main room.

“_____,” a deep voice from behind you called. You continued walking, ignoring Namjoon’s plea for your attention.

You only made it a few more feet before you were shoved from behind into the bathroom at the end of the hall. You stood still, silent as the door clicked shut behind you.

“_____,” Namjoon repeated.

You slowly turned to face him, not at all wanting to have this conversation. Peering up at him, you watched for any sign of any emotion on his face, but he was unreadable, as always.

“What?” you asked flatly.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his statement. Of course you weren’t supposed to see it. That’s why he did it far away from you, or anyone else who may have seen. But, as luck would have it, you did see it.

“Look,” Namjoon sighed, “We aren’t exclusive. But even so, I’m not trying to flaunt any hookups right in front of your face. I’m not that much of an ass.”

You scoffed. “Oh, thanks so much for your consideration. I’ll make sure to ask you if you’re bringing someone the next time Jimin has a party so I know to stay home.”

You moved to step around him to exit the bathroom, but were stopped by his large hand grabbing your waist.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” Namjoon asked, eyes boring into yours.

“No.” You averted his gaze, refusing to look at him any longer. You weren’t in any position to be jealous when you knew he wasn’t yours. But you were, and you hated yourself for it.

Namjoon lifted his other hand, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t lie to me. Are you jealous?” he repeated.

With a shaky breath, you nodded.

“Why?”

“I just— I just am,” you choked out.

You watched as Namjoon tightened his jaw, glaring down at you.

“You are the one who said this was just fun. You said you weren’t looking for anything serious. How can you be jealous?” he questioned.

“Of course I said that, Namjoon. You don’t do relationships. What was I supposed to say, that I expected you to change everything about yourself and make me your girlfriend?”

His fingers never left your chin, eyes never left yours.

“If you didn’t want something casual, why would you agree to this? That’s not fair to you,” Namjoon asked, stroking your cheek.

Your anxiety over him possibly finding out how you felt was ebbing. This was one of many effects he had on you. Without even trying, he could ease your mind, calm you down, with the slightest of touches.

“Because. That’s— that’s the only way I could ever have you,” you finally admitted.

He furrowed his brow, staring down at you still.

“You’ve always had me,” Namjoon said, voice lowered, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you against him. His lips captured yours in a desperate kiss, his other hand moving to grip the side of your neck.

You returned the kiss, hands coming up to fist his shirt. He backed you up against the bathroom counter, trapping you there, lips not leaving yours. His tongue swiped across the seam of your lips, pulling a small gasp from you as you opened for him. His tongue overtook yours, his mouth engulfing you in passion and burning you from the inside out.

As he pushed you harder against the counter, he broke the kiss, his chest heaving against you as he steadied his breathing.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You struggled to form words, brain still foggy from his dizzying kiss. “I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same way.” You traced circles on his chest, avoiding his gaze.

“I would have. I mean, I do. C’mon, think about it. I don’t stay the night with my hookups. I don’t call my hookups in the middle of the day just to hear their voice. I don’t… I don’t do any of that stuff with anyone, except you. If you would’ve just told me how you felt… you would’ve been mine a long time ago,” Namjoon breathed out.

You looked up at him, small smile curling on your lips. Standing on your tiptoes, you kissed the corner of his mouth, working your way across his jawline and down to the space just below his ear. Nipping at his earlobe, you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold yourself steady on your tiptoes.

“Shut up and take your pants off,” you whispered in his ear. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, knowing what was next.

Namjoon needed to be in control. Any hint of dominance shown from his partner, and it flipped a switch inside of him. His eyes darken, pupils blown out with desire.

Just like that, he ripped your shirt over your head, claiming your lips again as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. His large hand immediately moved to your breast, massaging it as he sucked your lower lip in between his teeth. He bit down, not hard enough to really hurt but still enough to get your attention. You hissed, and Namjoon sucked your lip back into his mouth, easing the pain.

He lowered his head, wrapping his full lips around a nipple, beginning to lick and suck at the pebbled nub. You whine, encouraging him to continue. His sucks grow stronger, jolts of pleasure coursing through you, straight down to your core.

His fingers work to unbutton your jeans, pushing them down your thighs with both hands, his lips moving from your breast down to the flesh underneath it. Kissing down your stomach, he dropped to his knees, pulling your jeans the rest of the way off, lifting each foot carefully to rid you of your bottoms.

Standing in just your panties, with Namjoon on his knees in front of you, leaves you feeling vulnerable but highly aroused. The cool air from the bathroom vent makes you shiver, goosebumps pebbling your skin. His hands trail up your thighs, grabbing the waistband of your panties and tugging them off.

Suddenly, he’s lifting you up, sitting you on the edge of the counter, draping your leg over his shoulder. You gasp, reaching for anything to help you find your balance. Your hands settle on the countertop just as Namjoon pulls you forward, pushing your other leg away to spread your center.

Before you have a chance to get your bearings, Namjoon’s mouth is on your pussy, tongue warm against your flesh. You gasp, watching as he dives in. His tongue traces around you, avoiding your most sensitive spot as he looks up at you, cocky glint in his eyes.

“Fuck,” you breathe out as Namjoon’s lips finally claim your clit, sucking just a bit before he lets go. He licks broad stripes up and down your center, lips dragging against your clit every time he passes it. He holds your thigh tightly, keeping you still as you squirm underneath his ministrations.

His other hand comes up to your center, fingers tracing around your hole. You jolt, the new sensation only adding to your pleasure. He slowly inserts one finger, then two, chuckling against you. Pulling his mouth away from you, smirking, he teases, “This all for me?”

You nod, hand coming down to card your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, just for you.”

Namjoon begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, causing you to arch your back, your shoulders resting against the mirror. You pull your free leg up to rest your foot on the counter, spreading yourself more for him.

His fingers find your spot with ease. After all, he knows your body better than anyone else. You moan, tensing as his tongue reconnects with your clit. His movements become hurried, sloppy. The noises caused by his fingers thrusting into you fill the tiny bathroom, your juices dripping down his palm and wrist.

Your whines grow higher-pitched as you cant your hips, grinding your pussy against Namjoon’s tongue. He doesn’t relent, tongue working through your folds, hitting all your spots.

“Joon—,” you gasp, feeling the knot begin to tighten in your stomach.

“Yeah? Come for me, baby,” Namjoon growls, “Now.”

With a few more flicks of his tongue, you’re coming undone, falling over a precipice that you never want to be on again. Your muscles tighten, your pussy clenches around his fingers as your moans tumble out and you grasp at his hair, tugging him closer to you.

His big hands grip your thighs, fingers leaving indents in the skin. He doesn’t stop mouthing at your folds until you’re pushing him away, overstimulated and over exerted.

Namjoon stands, letting your leg fall from his shoulder as he meets you face to face, his hands resting on the edges of the countertop. He kisses you, his plush lips brushing against yours lightly before he rests his forehead on yours. Your breathing steadies, his presence calming you just as it always does.

“Baby,” Namjoon breathes out, his chest heaving.

“Yeah?” you ask, hands moving to the hem of his shirt, lifting it to remove the garment. He backs up, letting you lift the shirt up his torso and off his body with ease.

He kisses you again, desire glinting in his eyes. You watch as he undoes his belt and works his jeans down his thick thighs, still standing in front of you. His erection is obvious, tenting the front of his black boxer briefs. He palms himself, tipping his head back as he lets out a ragged breath.

“Let me fuck you, please.”

Stepping out of his boxer briefs, he closes in on you, hands gripping your thighs as he kisses you slowly, his tongue lazily working its way into your mouth.

“We don’t have a lot of time…” you trailed off, hands gripping his waist as you pulled him even closer to you.

“I know,” he mutters between kisses, “I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

You nod against his lips, pulling his body in between your thighs, gasping softly as his length makes contact with your core.

He grips himself, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds until he’s at your entrance. You brace yourself, mentally preparing. He pushes into you slowly, inch by inch, until he bottoms out against your pelvis. You take a few breaths as you adjust to his size, resting your forehead on his collarbone.

“Can I-?” Namjoon whispers, kissing slowly down your neck to your shoulder.

You nod against his shoulder, wrapping your legs around his waist just as he pulls out and thrusts back into you. You choke out a moan, Namjoon’s hips already snapping into you at a relentless pace.

His hands latch onto your hips, pulling you farther onto his cock, hitting deeper than ever. His cock drags against your walls, the angle allowing his cockhead to touch at your g-spot on every thrust.

“Don’t-,” Namjoon begins, struggling to steady his breathing as he continues, “Don’t ever question how I feel about you again. Understand?”

You whine his name, your mouth falling open as your head lolls back. You’re almost limp in his arms, letting him take you the way he needs.

“Understand?” Namjoon repeats, grabbing your chin to kiss you.

“Yes! Yes, I understand,” you cry out. You throw your arms around his shoulders to balance yourself, holding yourself up as Namjoon pulls you to the edge of the counter. His hips begin to stutter, telling you he’s close to his peak.

“Baby,” Namjoon repeats for what feels like the tenth time in the span of twenty minutes.

“Come inside me,” you gasp out, feeling yourself near your second high of the night.

Namjoon groans, pushing his cock as deep as he can. He stills against you, his fingers bruising the flesh of your waist as he comes. His face falls to the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he pants, his hips jerking as he fills you up. He reaches between your bodies, fingers rubbing your clit in circular motions until you cry out, coming on his cock just like he wanted.

Your fingers dance across his shoulder blades as you breathe with him. Your chests rise and fall together, neither of you moving.

“We have a lot to talk about,” Namjoon starts.

You giggle and nod. He kisses you once more, slowly pulling out of you.

“We do, but we have a lot of time for that. Come home with me?” you ask, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

Namjoon looks down at you, pupils beginning to dilate in lust again. He caresses your jawline, pulling you closer to him.

“Let me make it up to you when we get there.”

You nod, following his lead to clean yourself up and make yourself presentable before exiting the bathroom. Before opening the bathroom door, Namjoon turns to face you, holding your hands at your waist, squeezing them gently as he smiles a soft smile.

Who would’ve thought that you’d end up here.

Staring, frozen, smiling up at the man you love, knowing that he loves you, too.

[citadelofswords]

shoka and shadow meeting

riley sent me this prompt before the finale aired and now i have brainworms. forgive the formatting i'm posting from mobile but i can't stop thinking about this.

HEAVY EPISODE 20 SPOILERS UNDER CUT

it's two weeks later when the door opens in the engine again and shadow crashes back onto the train. “alphonse," he snarls, and trish jerks around to stare at him. “i saw everyone else. i did not see alphonse. where was he?"

“he stayed back on the caboose with shoka," trish says. “the previous conductor… she tried to separate it from the train. people were going to die."

“hmph," shadow says, and folds his arms. “magnanimous of him."

it is at that moment that the door to the engine— the actual door, not one of the doors off the train— slams open, bearing three people with them. jason todd enters first, holding a black haired girl in a cat hoodie by the scruff of her neck. roxas trails behind, face white. tear tracks are carved down the dirt on his face.

jason glances at shadow. “oh good, you're here," he says. “we're gonna need you in a second. shoka— you wanna tell trish what you just told me?"

shadow stares at shoka. there's something about her he can't put his finger on, something off and wrong about the way she's carrying herself. not quite like it's an act. but close to that.

there's blood under her fingernails.

“i," shoka says, and swallows, eyes darting to the side. “we were helping the kids. and i turned around and. he was." she looks down. “simon snuck up on us. he."

“where's al?" trish asks. her voice sounds so, so small.

“i turned around. and simon was there. he was standing over." shadow’s blood goes cold and for a moment, just for a moment, he wishes shigeo had been a little more ruthless.

and then his eyes narrow.

“bullshit," he says, and trish and jason both snap up to look at him. “bullshit. you're lying. alphonse is strong enough to have taken that child with only one hand. he wouldn't have been caught off guard by something as idiotic as that. tell us the truth."

“shadow?” trish asks, and he stalks forward to grab the cat-girl by the collar of her hoodie. she's not making eye contact with anyone in the car.

“where is alphonse,” he says. "do not think you can lie to me again.”

“i’m not lying,” shoka snaps back. "simon killed him. he's gone." trish chokes behind shadow, and roxas looks at her and then crosses the room. shadow cannot look at trish right now, because if he does he will make a mistake.

“then where the fuck were you?!" shadow snarls. “why weren't you there? why didn't you help him? why didn't you stop simon?"

he lets go of her with a shove, letting her sprawl to the floor. she winces as she hits the ground. “you need to learn how to lie better," he growls. "and now you need to run, and pray that i do not see you again.”

“yeah, shoka," jason says darkly. “that's probably for the best." he's not looking at shadow, but trish; shadow can hear hitched breathing behind him and does not turn around.

shoka slowly stands. she throws shadow a dark look, one with venom behind her mask of grief, and says, “fine. i’ll go. see you around, trish."

“don't talk to her right now." roxas says, vitriol in his voice, and shoka turns on her heel and leaves the car.

“she's lying," shadow says. “i could see it in her eyes. this is not wishful thinking." now that shoka is gone he can turn to trish, who's letting roxas hug her. shadow pushes him aside and grabs trish’s face in his hands. “look at me. hey. look at me, trish. she's lying.”

“she could be lying about simon being the one to kill him," jason points out. “and he could still be dead."

“not fucking helping," shadow says. "trish, you have to trust al. he's alright. he's stronger than that, and he's definitely stronger than her. he's fine.”

trish swallows, and nods, and swipes the tears away from her eyes with her hand. “good girl," shadow says approvingly. “i'm going back home again. but you're doing great. i’ll be thinking about you."

“thank you, shadow," trish says quietly.

[cascodeddeangirlie]

No because what if Destiel was canon when Cas met Cain in that graveyard…

I used the actual script so 99% of the dialogue is not original! Also sorry if the formatting is weird, it’s my first time posting and I’m on mobile.

“It's Cas.” Dean put his phone on speaker. He hadn’t heard Cas’s voice for a good while, but as much as he’d like to keep it for himself, they were looking for Cain. He couldn’t afford to be selfish right now. “Hey, where you at?”

“Illinois.” It was good to hear his voice again. Especially after he hadn’t been picking up his calls earlier.

“Hey, Cas, we got a lead. Cain abducted a Texas death row inmate named Tommy Tolliver.” Sam said, sounding like he barely believed what he was saying. It sounded a little ridiculous, but that was normal for them. This seemed normal. Almost like they were working a case again.

But Sam and Dean weren’t with Cas. They couldn’t see him crouching in the woods, holding a white sneaker that had ‘TDJC’ written on the bottom. When Cas spoke again, it’s nothing close to what they wanted to hear. “He's dead.”

“What? How do you know?” Sam asked, staring at the phone. Dean was worried now, his concern clear on his face.

“Call it an educated guess. Cain has been very busy.” Castiel stood, looking around. The woods where he had been were never really woods at all, just woods surrounding a clearing. A clearing full of freshly dug graves.

Dean’s fear was clear through his voice. “Okay, where are you? We'll come to you.”

Cas felt someone watching him through the trees. He looked around, unsure where it was coming from. “I'll call you back.”

Dean sighed, exasperated, and put his phone in his pocket. With Cas leaving as unexpectedly as usual, he must be okay.

Meanwhile, Cas turned around to find Cain staring at him.

“Hello, Castiel.” Cain seemed unfazed, despite being surrounded by death that he caused. Perhaps it’s natural for the father of murder.

“What have you done?” The angel is appalled, angry.

“These bodies? Just cleaning up a mess I made a long time ago.” He still sounded relaxed. Maybe there was a tinge of regret in his voice, but it was too faint to tell.

“Cain, I know what you were. But you'd resisted for so long.” He was desperate and it showed. He wanted Cain to say something to redeem this, to say he would stop, that he could stop.

“What can I say? I got the taste back.” Cain isn’t moved at all by Cas’s attempt at reconciling him. “With Abaddon's army gunning for me, I had to take up arms again, and I liked how it felt.” As he spoke, he walked closer to Castiel.

“Those were demons. These-” Cas looked around once again. The graves were appalling. The deaths were an abomination. It never should have happened.

Cain crouched down and lifted up a teddy bear. It was muddy and torn apart, and Castiel just knew that it was a small child’s favorite toy. A now deceased child.

“Humans.” Cain breathed out, staring at the bear. “Eh, the Mark thirsts for all kinds.” He lowers the bear and looks away from it.

“This is a massacre.” Castiel’s voice was filled with anger. So many dead. Children, fathers, mothers, siblings, entire families destroyed because they happened to be descended from a killer.

“Yes.” Cain looks up at Cas. He sounds almost dreamy. “And soon it'll be a genocide.” He stood, tossing the bear aside. “My children, my whole poisoned issue. A lot of them out there right now... killers, fighters, thieves, some more peaceful than others. But they still carry it... the disease. If the Mark wants blood, I'll give it mine.” He walked closer, stepping between graves. He seemed peaceful, as though he were simply accepting this as something that had to happen, that he needed to do.

“You'll kill them all? You are Adam and Eve's firstborn. Your descendants are legion.” Cas walks closer to Cain.

“At most, I'm culling... 1 in 10.” Cain said this in a way that attempted to justify what he was doing. To say that maybe it was acceptable.

He earned himself a glare from Cas. “Of everyone.”

“I’ve got time.” Cas’s glare hardened. Cain continued like he couldn’t see it. “How's Dean, by the way? I hear he did good, took Abaddon down.”

Cas looked away, losing his glare. Cain’s expression finally dropped a little.

“He's…not well.” Cain said, realizing. He knew. Cain knew that look. It’s the look his Colette wore. It’s the look of someone slowly losing their lover.

Castiel’s gaze flickered back up to Cain. “Even with the First Blade hidden, Dean is losing his fight against the Mark. If we don't find a cure…He’ll start and never stop.” His eyes wander around the graveyard again. Knowing that one day, he could be standing in another graveyard, but next time it will not be created by someone evil, not by an entity that they are stopping, but Dean. His Dean. His charge, his human, his love. The one he risked everything for. The one he rescued from Hell and reconstructed, saw every single part of his being and soul, and fell for. There was no one else like him and there never will be. Castiel already knew that one day he could lose Dean, maybe in a hunting accident, maybe to old age, something mortal, but not like this. Watching him lose himself was worse. Watching everything that made him fall in love fade was worse. Watching the soul that he sewed back together tear itself apart was so, so much worse. This, the mark, is the worst thing that could have ever happened. “He just needs to stop. I need him to stop.”

Cain saw it. He saw that he had created another one of himself, that he was destroying someone else in love the way he had destroyed Colette. Those eyes, full of fear, sadness, anger, are the same ones he saw when he looked at her. He had destroyed her from the inside out, and now he was making Dean do the same to his angel.

But it was too late.

“There is no cure. I'm living proof of that. But don't worry about Dean. I'll get to him. In due time.” Cain couldn’t apologize, not now. He knew this would happen. He had tried to warn Dean of the consequences. The final thing he knew, the most concrete thing to him, was that there was nothing he could say or do at this point to save this angel from his Colette’s fate, his new fate.

Castiel’s moment of vulnerability with this murderer passed. His angel blade dropped from his sleeve into his hand.

“Sorry Castiel.” Cain’s gaze softened, if only for a second. He had so much more in that apology than Castiel might have realized. “I’m sorry that you have to lose him like this. I’m sorry that I’m going to kill him. I’m sorry that the Mark is taking him apart. I’m sorry…I’m sorry, Colette.”

“You’re not on my list.” Cain said, then disappeared. Castiel was alone. And as he looked around the graveyard, he knew. He knew this could be his future, that Dean could end up leaving him the same way Cain just did, cold and uncaring and only focused on killing.

And he knew he would never be able to stop him.

Thanks for reading :3 apologies if it was ooc at all

[calebron]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒? Fandomless Demon Oc here, looking for some playmates to drag to hell! If you’re into gore, smut, occultism and good music - then you came to the right place. Please give this post a reblog and/or a like if you’re interested.

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𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬   Don’t care about it at all. I do some formatting and use icons sometimes. It’s cool if you don’t. Just don’t use giant images as icons. I also don’t interact with characters that use face claims of real people.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠    I will tag nsfw with  𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 | 🇨​🇦​🇱​🇪​🇧​🇷​🇴​🇳   whenever actual smut is happening on the dash. Aside from that I will only tag specific triggers when they get mentioned, with tw: ___ .  

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝  Only available on request for rp and plotting. 

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭  All the art on this blog has been commissioned and you’re not allowed to take it or use it.

[izzy-b-hands]

Stoned, working myself up to do my T shot (where's Roach to do it for me when I need him?), and instead of getting that done I wrote this thing* instead.

*thing here meaning a more passiveish voice from Ed's POV mini fix it, focusing on Ed's feelings and thoughts and grief and regret in the immediate Izzy being saved but still in early recovery period. Blackhands with the vaguest hint of potential steddyhands.

Please forgive any formatting errors; I'm publishing this on mobile (and will get this up on AO3 too at some point.) I'll try to check later on desktop and address any errors though.

He hasn't washed his hair yet. 

He will, eventually. 

But as long as Izzy's blood is in his hair, there's proof that it's all real. That it happened, and that Izzy is still there and breathing.

It was a very, scarily close call, per Roach. 

But Izzy is alive. Wounded, hurting, but thus far seemingly on the mend. He spends most of the days resting on the ship (anchored near the little island that holds the rundown house they want to make into an inn. As soon as Izzy is better, at least.) The nights, as Jim, Archie, and Frenchie relay it, are harder. They take turns staying up with Izzy, apparently, when he can't sleep. 

He offers to take a turn, be added to the rotation. He means it in genuine goodwill, and out of fear that Izzy might still slip away in the night, somehow. 

Jim's knife is at his throat before he can blink, and that's answer enough. 

There's a lot of blame. Fair blame, but no easier to bear. On himself and Stede for not checking Ricky over for weapons, for having Izzy and others more or less lead the charge when it should have been them. 

On himself, for not moving from Izzy's right away, to let Roach in to work to save him. It hadn't been a conscious choice, though he can't seem to get any of them to understand it. 

Roach had shoved him aside just as he'd caught the glimmer of the ring around Izzy's scarf. And it had made him pause, still in the way, as he had realised he wasn't sure where his matching ring was (with a tiny but pretty amethyst stone.) Rings they'd exchanged years ago now, despite never clearly labeling what they had.

Stede's used the term ‘husbands’ when they've talked in the nights since the escape. To clarify and make sure they're settled on the same page about each other and Izzy and how they're going to proceed. It feels the most fitting word, but it hurts the worst. 

The ring, he thinks, is still somewhere among what little loot they didn't toss or sell. He wouldn't have gotten rid of it, no matter what. He thinks he knows at least that much about himself for sure. 

If he finds it; when he finds it; it might be thin enough to thread into a braid in his hair, or fit over the fabric when he wears Stede's scarf. 

He wants to be wearing it when he sees Izzy again. Not when Izzy is sleeping and unaware of his visits during the day, but awake and maybe willing to talk. 

To let him apologise, practice in action, because if anyone would let him treat their apology as ‘practice’ it would be Izzy. Just so long as he knows it's real this time. 

He fidgets in the wooden chair near Izzy's cot, threading his fingers together, knowing they're clean, but still seeing only Izzy's blood on them. 

[ophidianoccultist]

Uprising

Tom Riddle x F!Reader

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MINORS DNI 🔞

hi this is my first time writing for tumblr, and im starting off with a whopper. i dont know what all the trigger warnings are supposed to be but i tried my best to be accomodating. also my ass did NOT research but hopefully my memory should suffice and i did my best to keep characters and stuff accurate or at least adjacent. im on mobile btw so im sorry if any formatting is weird but yeah, this one is uh...pretty dark so yeah, hope you enjoy :)

TW: smut, oral (m receiving), master/slave dynamic, bloodlust, bodily harm, very very kinky Tom

PROMPT: This takes place in the infancy of his rise to becoming the Dark Lord. Y/N has been the only one to manage to get somewhat close to Tom, being his first real devoted follower, but does he really love her or is she simply a tool for power and pleasure?

Word count: 1.8k

The stone floor was cold and dry, just like the rest of the manor that had been the base of operations for Tom Riddle, or as his followers know him, Lord Voldemort. The only warmth in the room came from the hearth, which bathed the room in an eerie, orange glow. The light of a fireplace would usually be calming and comforting; yet when juxtaposed with the topic being discussed with the Dark Lord and a table full of his followers, it was as if it filled the room with an ironic coldness.

The table that stood starkly in the middle of the room sat only around ten people. Some belonged to the Black and Malfoy families, as they had the power, wealth, and influence to help spread the message of their uprising. The rest, however, were friends that Tom had made during his time at Hogwarts. He had promised them glory and power should they choose to side with him. And he had the power of the Blacks and Malfoys at his side, so why would they ever question him?

"Remember what we have discussed today, and we shall put our plan into action. This will take much care and caution to execute, lest we wish to be exposed and our movement snuffed out. You may go, and I will call upon you again when need be."

The voice of the Dark Lord reverberated throughout the room, cold and authoritative. With every word that came from his lips, it felt to his followers that he was speaking snakes into existence, coiling around their throats and threatening to squeeze if they so much as spoke a word out of turn. Tom Riddle was a handsome man, with curly, jet black hair that he made sure was always neatly maintained. His brown eyes always seemed to see right through people as if they were ghosts (and depending on who he's looking at, they soon would be). The way he carried himself and strode about the halls with his head high simply screamed that he was entirely fit to be a Dark Lord. The very perception of him was perfect, like someone you would see in a painted portrait hanging in the hall of a lavish castle.

But of course, those thoughts stayed in Y/N's mind as the occupants of the table stood and made their way to the hearth to take the floo network back to wherever they needed to be. The floo flame now bathed the room in a green hue as the Death Eaters made their exit, while the Dark Lord remained seated at the head of the table with his most faithful servant at his side.

On her knees, at his side, as he preferred. Y/N was his queen, yes, but he also still saw her as his inferior. This was commonplace at these meetings; Y/N on her knees at his side as the Dark Lord gave his orders, her head and arms draped across his lap, and a collar around her throat. The leash, of which, he kept a firm hold of. It was all a display of power and of status, complete ownership of another living soul. She had been the first one to bear the Dark Mark on her forearm, and with that, comes special treatment. Y/N was permitted the place as his right hand, able to give orders so long that they do not undermine his own. She was also given the privilege of warming his bed and knowing just enough of his plans and secrets to make her feel special and more complicit in his plots. Little pieces, crumbs of information to make her feel like she was his most trusted confidant.

As the last of the Death Eaters disappeared into the emerald flames, the Dark Lord pulled Y/N to her feet by the leash he always kept a tight hold on. Now that they were alone, he was free to slip on his other mask: the mask of the lover. Now, he was simply Tom.

"Come now, my dear, let us retreat to my chambers for the night. You look exhausted, and I don't say I blame you. Listening to that lot blabbering on about their imbecilic ideas exhausts me as well, at times."

"Of course, my Lord."

Y/N knew exactly what he was implying, as it had become a nightly occurrence. Tom would want to be pleasured by her and, to his credit, he would pay the favor back in kind. He opened the door to his chambers, which were always kept spotless and neat. The emerald blankets that adorned his bed were crisply tucked in and smooth, and there was scarcely a drop of wax on the nightstands on either side from the lit candlesticks. But Tom took a seat on the side of the bed regardless, though Y/N swore she saw his eye twitch as he saw the sheets crease underneath the weight of him. He gave a sharp tug of the leash, pulling her closer to him, and almost making her stumble.

"Kneel."

He did not have to tell her twice. She had learned the heard way that it was unwise to make him tell her twice. Y/N dropped to her knees in front of him, patiently awaiting orders. This was what life was like for her now, and she was perfectly happy with it. When it came down to it, she was still Tom's queen, and truly the one that he respected most. The thought gave her warmth as he thoroughly debased and degraded her every night after the business of the day had been dealt with. All of his frustrations, his tension, his stress, it all went into her. His queen, his pet, his slave.

"You know what to do."

Tom said flatly, in the sardonic and authoritative tone that always coated his words. And as Tom ordered, Y/N did. Her hands moved to unbutton and unzip his trousers, pulling the fabric of that and his undergarments down only enough to free his member, which stood proudly at attention just as the rest of him did every day. That was the only degree to which Y/N was allowed to undress him; Tom had always preferred to do any undressing himself, if he even did at all. But something about witnessing how eagerly and desperately his queen wished to free his cock from its cloth prison aroused him, so he had kindly allowed her that privilege.

Y/N's tongue ran up the underside of his length and swirled around his tip before her lips wrapped around it and moved back and forth. Tom was an impatient man, and did not like to be teased or kept waiting. Soon enough, his hand was tangled in her hair, almost as if he was petting her, before grabbing a tight fistful of it and forcing himself further down her throat. This meeting had been particularly grating, and he needed a release now. He moved the head of his lover back and forth on his cock, reveling in the feeling of her hot, slimy throat clenching around him. Y/N would never get a single moan out of Tom; only heavy and labored breaths, if she was lucky.

Soon, he felt he was on the edge of his release, and his hips bucked a little to fuck the throat of his queen. His queen, no one else's. Y/N was his property, his object, and no one would be able to take her from him. Tom let out a long sigh as he spilled his seed down Y/N's throat, which he had sheathed himself fully into, and with her dutifully swallowing every drop. After it was finished, Tom released his hold on her hair and allowed her to pull back and breathe for a moment.

"Tonight is going to be a little different, my pet. Strip completely and lay down on the bed."

"Yes, my lord. How will tonight be different, though?"

"Do not question me, you shall see soon enough."

Tom commanded coldly, though his voice was laced with a sadistic hunger. Y/N conceded to her Lord and master with a nod, making quick work of her clothes as she let them stay in a pile on the floor. Tom pulled her by her leash to the bed, where she laid comfortably on her back, hands at her sides.

"Now, we are going to try something a little different. It will only bring you pain, no pleasure, so be forewarned. The only pleasure now will be had by me. I must please ask you not to squirm or scream, or else it will end badly for you. Understood, my pet?"

Y/N nodded as he tucked himself back into his trousers and made himself proper again. Tom was now completely dressed, and had stated that Y/N would be receiving no pleasure, so what did he plan to do? Every question running through her head was soon answered as he pulled a dagger from the drawer of his bedside cabinet, studying it carefully. His eyes, which still were even sharper than the dagger he held in his bony hand, darted to the chest of his lover, eyeing the flesh hungrily.

Leaning down, his eyes never leaving the spot above her right breast he had fixated on, he slowly dragged the blade across the soft skin, down her chest, leaving a trail of red in its wake. Y/N hissed in pain, but did not dare move out of position. The blade stopped in the middle of her chest, below her breasts, before mirroring the mark he made on her right side to her left. On complete impulse, Tom laid the bloodied dagger on the nightstand and ran his tongue across the mark he just made. He did not cut deep enough to cause major injury, though it would definitely leave a scar, from the way it was weeping blood. The Dark Lord relished the metallic taste of her essence, letting it rest on his tongue, and letting it drip down his throat. The taboo and unnatural act he was performing was almost euphoric, and it made him feel powerful, as if he was a dementor sucking the very soul out of her body. When Tom was satisfied and Y/N's bleeding had ceased, he sat back up and gazed hungrily down at the chest of his queen, at the work he had done.

Now, Y/N was perfect to him.

Cut across her chest, was the letter V. V for the new name he had chosen for himself. A V to mark his property, a scarlet letter emblazoned upon her body so that she may never forget who she serves. And if ever she does forget, Tom would make absolute certain to remind her.

[delirium-reflection]

Voyeur - radiostatic

Late start to radiostaticweek2024 -- theme: you almost died.

Notes: Perhaps we will go backwards and do the rest. Work has us reeling, no promises. How do we format, especially on mobile? We feel old. We will throw ourselves in the trash bin later over this atrocity.

Title: voyeur

Pairing: Vox x alastor

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Canon typical language, crap formating

Writing time: 3 hours (apologies for errors)

Goddamned voyeur.

Enjoy your show while it lasts. Staggering injured through a rubbish-filled alleyway isn't Alastor's first choice of pastimes. It would be easy enough for him to blame Charlie Morningstar for the newfound frequency at which he finds himself doing it. If it weren't for his deal and his responsibility he could be sitting cushy in his radio tower. The fights he could choose.

Alastor absently notes the camera slowly turning as he limps by it. He's got far too many problems to even give it attention. The coward on the other side of those electronic devices won't be showing his face. Whether to harm or heal. He won't be coming.

Good, Alastor thinks, too many cooks in the kitchen spoil the broth. He thinks this as he realizes he is not alone. A straggler from the fighting is barreling towards him like a highly pissed bear. The injured Alastor barely turns on his heels to meet his foe head-on. His staff clashes with horn and claw, more beast than demon, threatening to force the Radio Demon to his knees. The horns of the beast loose a line of sparks against the metal of his staff as they struggle to break free and gore their target. Alastor phases his body out of reality, only able to skip several meters away from the raging devil.

“Feeling weakened?” The demon teases, regaining his balance as his eyes land on Alastor's new position. “The mighty do fall occasionally.”

“I'm afraid you have no luck in that regard, my friend. I'm plenty strong enough still to remove a pest like you.” Alastor boasts, striking his staff on the ground, letting tentacles unfurl from the ground beneath him. The appendages consume the narrow alleyway as they rush the opposing demon. Alastor's smirk becoming toothy as the wave of twisting limbs encircle the other sinner. The now panicking demon raises a hefty blade in defense, trying to slice at as many of Alastor's advancing tentacles as he can. A losing battle if there ever was one. The demon is beginning to realize his folly in fighting off Alastor's appendages. Desperation fills his motions as he continues to jerk out of the way of the writhing organs. His final efforts before being consumed completely are to throw his blade like a javelin at Alastor.

Alastor doesn't dodge it, it's breakneck in speed. More likely he can't dodge it, the tentacles are taking all of his power to control. Even as the blade lands deftly with a thud into flesh, he keeps his eyes on the demon. Or whatever is soon left of the demon as the bellowing appendages ravage its body, all seeming to fight for a piece of flesh to latch on and tear apart. Blood and sinew are all that remains of Alastor's unwise opposition. Now about that blade. He would have done well to dodge it, he surmises as he begins to inspect the damage. Right in the gut. Thankfully, it's not gone entirely through him, and if he keeps the blade in place it will work as it's own tourniquet. He isn't afraid, though it is quite painful. He's a demon after all, and an Overlord. This isn't an idea situation but he's been in worse scenarios. Alastor returns to his long, pained walk back towards the Hotel. It's not until he reaches the end of the alleyway that he hears the approach of another. It's not as obvious as the first demon, no rapid approaching feet pounding against the pavement. It's small but nimble.

As he turns to meet it he is surprised to feel it already grabbing ahold of him. It's claws prying at his jacket and reaching. Reaching for the knife lodged inside him. For something so small how could it have enough power to pull the deeply wedged weapon from of him? Those are the last real thoughts Alastor can register before he feels his body collapse onto the broken concrete.

☆☆☆☆

Alastor knew light again. A dull aching, cobalt light that stung his eyes and gave him pounding headache. He couldn't even conceive the thought of lifting his head at the moment.

And somehow he lived. As light and sound translated to knowledge Alastor noticed he was in a bed with some kind of bandage wrapped around his head obscuring half his vision.

“So, you're awake.” an unexpected voice melodiously called to him. That voice. He hated it. The cadence of that voice was even annoying, like a mockery of all the things Alastor stood for.

“Do shut up, noisy advertisement box!” He groaned, moving his hand up to rake over his face. It caused him great pain in his stomach whenever he moved. “You're stating of the obvious grates my nerves ever so.”

Vox came into view of his singular eye, anger painting his features as he replied, “Ah, yes. And I suppose an asshole like you knows exactly what a decent voice sounds like?”

“Yes.” Alastor snapped back. A wiser demon wouldn't antagonize their enemy in such a situation. Vox held all the cards at the moment, but for some reason that didn't stop the Radio Demon from being pedantic, “My superior media relies on a perfect voice. Which you are far, far from. You rely on flashing lights and colors, your voice is irrelevant.”

One of Vox's eyes twitched in annoyance, a fissure of anger that dwelled just below the surface threatened to appear. The television instead gave a toothy grin, brightly and mockingly saying, “Oh, well! I'm so happy I stopped that little, ratty demon from stabbing you repeatedly until you were a bloodstain on the cement.”

Alastor furrowed his eyebrows. Now that Alastor thought about it, he did wonder: “Yes… why in Hell did you do that?”

Vox's screen flashed a test screen for a millisecond before returning to normal. A solemn frown but remained silent. Unreadable expression on his monitor.

“You haven't got anything witty as retort? If I enjoyed cameras I'd take a picture to commemorate the–” Alastor's head snapped to the side so quickly he didn't register for a full five seconds that he'd been slapped.

“Fuck you.” Vox snarled, distorting audio. Vox's static illuminating the sides of his anger contorted face and his fist balled up at his side, “You can kindly go fuck yourself. Twice, even!”

It must be Alastor's damaged vision because he swore the edges of Vox's eyes held captive tears. The sort of tears that were threatening to fall at any second.

“Mad you didn't get to me first, then?” Alastor pressed, anything to avoid knowing what the look on Vox's face meant. Pressing the television-faced demon into a rage was at least familiar, safe. Whatever feelings Vox was presenting right now were new and frightening to the Radio Demon. Alastor didn't like new things.

“Do you want me to fucking punch you this time!” Vox's screen glitched as he venomously glared at the other demon, “I will end you, Alastor! Even if it's…e-even if it's just so I don't have to see anything like that ever again.”

Ah, yes the voyeur. Alastor clicked his tongue, remembering the cameras in the alleyway. Though he wasn't sure why Vox wouldn't have just enjoyed his agony like any other day. It made no sense.

Alastor wanted to ask him if he'd run out of popcorn. He wanted to ask if he got his rocks off watching his enemy get his ass handed to him in a back alley. But instead he asked, “Was it that bad, old pal?”

Vox averted his monitor, likely taking notice of the tears forming on his own face, “Y-you know, at least with those exterminators you knew when to run like a pussy.”

“It physically disgusts me that you watch me all the time.” Alastor deadpanned, turning his head in an attempt to relieve the stinging on his cheek.

Vox grumbled something under his breath about Alastor being ‘ungrateful’ but kept his face out of view from the Radio Demon. If it wasn't coming from a disgusting Peeping Tom the next thing he said might have been (at least by Alastor's opinion) cute, “You could've died, you know. Do you even care how that would've made me feel?”

Alastor was definitely not blushing as he noted that Vox's voice had a distinctive whine to it that almost sounded like he was worried.

Another uncomfortable silent fell over the two of them. Alastor finally breaking it with a short fake cough and a sarcastic: “Well, this has been… interesting. I suppose just this once I could be begrudgingly thankful for your… assistance.”

Vox's mood reversed as his head bounced upward. His smile was the usual charismatic, wide toothy display it always was on his TV programs, “Oh, you owe me, big fucking time! But…”

The television demon's smile softened to something more genuine, “... but I'll let you off the hook this time. You know, as long as you don't… ever fucking scare me like that again.”

Alastor gave him a short painful nod, wondering if Vox planned on staying by his side and watching over him until he could move again. He sure hoped not. It was creepy.

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TF2014

Fred-104-Centurion

Synopsis: Local man in mid-20's beat up some ancient goddess-turned-android after she donuted a Mario franchise character, then went into a time wormhole with said goddess.

Oh, so *THIS* is the side story you're talking about. I bet there is nothing new - A lot is new.

First of all, in case you couldn't tell, the upcoming story arcs is now loosely based on the plotline of one of the mobile games I'm playing, Tower of Saviors. If you don't know what game is this, I don't blame you. Here's a Wikipedia article about it (why am I not surprised that it has a - nevermind. It's been there for more than a decade, and if it is large enough to have a collab with major anime titles like JoJo's Bizarre Adventure and Attack on Titan, I should never ask).

And secondly, as you can see, this prologue happened in 202X instead of a specified year. That's because I am writing about stuff that happened in the future, after arcs 5 and 6 (currently untitled) ended.

The side effect of these changes is that characters from the future that you might not have heard of appeared, along with some one-off characters pulled from source material. While you *might* have to bear with me for a while, I would try to bridge some gaps with TL;DRs from related source material in a separate document, so hang in there, I'm coming to help y'all, confused readers!

And lastly... I've switched to a new format! This novel-esque format would be used in future arcs, right after the current Azelfland arc ended. Not sure if I would like to use them on regular, non-arc episodes though.

25/02/2024 Update: The notes for the series had been updated. Link to the notes page here, where I explain over the details and stuff.

15/04/2024 Update: Removed content based on story progress - mentions of Azelfland Arc ending removed.

[ailtrahq]

Coinbase CEO Brian Armstrong has unveiled the ten ideas he is most excited about when it comes to crypto's future, sharing hopes that developers can use the bear market to take them to the next level.On Aug. 30, the Coinbase boss shared his vision of a crypto future in a company blog post and presentation — sharing the concepts he believes have the potential to make it in the digital asset industry.“I decided to share my 10 top ideas with the hope that someone goes out and builds them,” he said before adding, “Ideas are cheap.”1/ I'm sharing the 10 ideas I'm most excited about in crypto right now. If you're building something in crypto or thinking about doing so - check it out.We’re building lots at Coinbase, but we don't have time to tackle everything. So I figured I'd share these. Bear markets are… pic.twitter.com/XKzCkMaOOT— Brian Armstrong ️ (@brian_armstrong) August 30, 2023 One of the first concepts he discussed was a “flatcoin” — a decentralized stablecoin that tracks inflation to preserve purchasing power, which could be backed by a basket of assets or use an algorithmic approach. Armstrong cited services like Ampleforth and Truflation which "offer a way to potentially track inflation on-chain today, to further decentralize it."He said something like this was necessary because people are reluctant to spend Bitcoin and fiat-backed stablecoins "suffer from inflation and seizure — just like fiat money."Another concept was “on-chain reputation” — a system that assigns reputation scores to wallet addresses or ENS names based on on-chain activity. It would be similar to Google’s PageRank and used for lending, ratings, and fraud prevention.Armstrong also highlighted the potential of “onchain ads” — the Web3 version of adverts that would pay out based on on-chain actions as opposed to Web2 ads that are view or click-based. They could have smart contracts that can specify payouts and wallets that can choose which ads to show.Coinbase crypto concepts. Source: Coinbase.com“Onchain capital formation” — another idea — was described by Armstrong as a concept that democratizes fundraising, helping the next iteration of ICOs and startups raise money on-chain in a compliant and trusted way. Armstrong acknowledged the ICO frenzy happened for a reason stating, “capital formation globally is still way too high friction,” before adding: “Democratizing fundraising could unlock tremendous latent entrepreneurial energy across the world.”Armstrong was also hopeful for a marketplace for crypto jobs and tasks, which could help people find crypto jobs globally, allowing jobs to pay in crypto and removing cross-border payment friction. Coinbase recently partnered with X (formerly Twitter) to launch a jobs posting feature.Coinbase is thrilled to partner with @X on the launch of a shiny new hiring feature - directly in our profile. Explore job opportunities while you scroll @X on mobile, desktop, and beyond.  #LiveCrypto #NowHiring pic.twitter.com/s2SHlXpMEt— Coinbase ️ (@coinbase) August 29, 2023 Armstrong’s sixth idea was “privacy for layer 2,” which brings private transactions to L2 instead of having them only on public blockchains. “There are many cases where transparency is a feature, but people do not want most transactions in the economy to be public,” he said. Other ideas included a fully on-chain peer-to-peer exchange, on-chain games with asset ownership and more real-world asset tokenization. On-chain games are already a live concept in crypto that lets players truly own in-game assets as NFTs, creating economies and metaverse worlds. Real-world asset tokenization — such as stocks, commodities, real estate, and other assets is also already used around the worldA recent report from Boston Consulting Group expected the tokenization of illiquid assets to grow into a multi-trillion-dollar sector over the next few years. Armstrong’s final idea was “Software for Network States” which are tools to help startup cities and communities manage governance, voting, taxes, and services, on-chain.

“In five years, many entrepreneurs will be looking back wishing they had started a crypto company in 2023,” he said before concluding “Bear markets are for building.” Coinbase has been gearing up for its inaugural Coinbase Ventures Builder Summit in California in October and Armstrong’s recent public appearance could be an attempt to spark interest for it. Source

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Thunder

Here's the ficlet I wrote for @p3ishere for the @cocofanexchange secret Valentine's!! They wanted Miguel getting scared by a nightmare and going to Héctor.

(Bonus thanks to @upperstories because like 90% of this is her adorable headcanon.)

Enjoy!

“Papá, when are we going to get there?”

“We’ll get there whenever we get there,” was Papá’s cheery response as he adjusted the dial on the radio. Miguel groaned and rolled his eyes, then leaned forward to look at Mamá in the passenger’s seat.

“Mamá, when will we actually get there?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at her. She turned back to look at him with a smile.

“Not too long, mijo.” She gave his cheek a gentle pinch in exactly the way he hated and laughed at the face he made in response. “Now sit back. Sitting like that isn’t safe, Miguel.”

Miguel puffed out his cheeks, but sat back like she said. He hated car rides like this. He couldn’t even remember where they were going, but it was taking forever. He stared out the window—nothing but wide blue sky and desert. He gave another huff to make sure his parents knew he was bored, then leaned against the door.

He had a split second of realizing the door was opening before he tumbled out of the car, hitting the asphalt and rolling before he pushed himself up. He shook his head and got to his feet, turning to see the car still heading down the highway. Did his parents not know he fell out? Were they punishing him for not wearing his seatbelt? They weren’t as mean as that!

“Mamá! Papá!” he cried, running after the car. It just kept rolling ahead. He broke into a sprint as he kept calling out for them, but the car kept driving. He had to get back to them! They couldn’t leave him behind! “Mamá! Pa—”

He skidded to a halt as a huge truck started barreling down the highway. It took up the whole street, and it was coming so fast…heading right for his papá’s car. Miguel ran faster, screaming for them to move out of the way. They didn’t. The truck kept coming. Miguel’s feet stuck to the ground, and he watched in horror as the truck sped up, unable to even blink as it caught up to Papá’s car and…

BOOM!

Miguel screamed at the noise, immediately launching himself out of bed and stumbling across the room. His heart was racing, and he swayed a bit as he realized that he wasn’t on a highway in the desert. He was…in a recording room. In Tío Héctor’s apartment. He swallowed hard, taking a few deep breaths as he listened to the rain splatter against the window.

It was a dream…well, it was a nightmare. The counsellor had told him that he’d have these, but it’d been almost two months now. Couldn’t they just…stop? He swallowed again, swiping at his eyes and still feeling a little shaky and horribly, horribly alone. Part of him wanted to ask Tío Héctor if he could stay with him, but only little kids were afraid to sleep alone. Maybe he could go out and listen to one of the records for a bit. That’d be a good way to…

BOOM!

Miguel let out another scream as thunder crashed outside, immediately throwing open his door and running out of his room. He hadn’t gotten far before he crashed into something, only to gasp as it wrapped around him.

“Hey, hey, you’re all right. It’s all right, chamaco.” A wide hand ruffled his hair, and Miguel looked up and let out a breath. So the thing that had caught him was Tío Héctor. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Tío Héctor looked at him with concern. “What ha—” Another crash of thunder flooded the apartment, and Miguel flinched before he could stop himself. “Did the thunder wake you up?”

Miguel swallowed and nodded.

“It gets pretty scary, doesn’t it?”

He made a face. He wasn’t scared of thunder, not really, but…his thought was cut off as Héctor let go of him to give him a grin.

“But you know what? I’m an expert in handling thunder storms, so I know the best thing to do.” He nodded toward Miguel’s room. “Grab some blankets, then meet me in the living room.”

Miguel gave Héctor a curious look, but nodded and headed back into his room. He pulled off the big blanket on his bed, as well as the top sheet for good measure. He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his orange fleece blanket as well before stumbling back out to the living room. He dropped them on the floor to see Héctor pulling in chairs from the kitchen.

“Are we making a fort?” Miguel asked, pulling over his big blanket as Héctor gestured for it.

“Ay, I knew you were smart, chamaco! Yes, we are, and I need you to throw that sheet over the sofa arm…sí, perfecto.” Tío Héctor grinned at him as he tied a corner around one of the chairs. “Like I said, I’m an expert in handling thunder storms. Blanket forts are a must. Oye, grab a couple of those books to weigh down your side. The last thing we want is for this to collapse on us halfway through the night.”

Miguel scrambled over to the coffee table to grab a couple of heavy books. He glanced up at Héctor, hard at work to make sure there was enough lift for them to fit inside, then pressed his lips together as he set the books down on the edge of the sheet.

“Are…you scared of thunder, Tío Héctor?”

Héctor popped his head up over the fort to look at Miguel. “I used to be, when I was around your age. Your Tío Berto taught me that lightning trick, you know, the one where you count after thunder to see how far the lightning is? That terrified me. I’d spend the whole night hiding under my blanket counting and waiting for our house to get struck by lightning. Then…No, no, chamaco, you don’t want the roof to droop.” He walked over to Miguel’s side. “Here, see? You tug it tight, then tuck it under the chair.” Héctor demonstrated, then let it go and gestured for Miguel to do the same.

After Miguel fixed the sheet—taking care to copy Héctor’s instructions—he looked up at his tío curiously. “So how’d you stop being scared?”

“Well, Tía Victoria decided to help me. She came into my room and said, ‘You think you can hide from thunder forever? Vete, niño, we’re going to the plaza.’” He chuckled a bit as he arranged two corners of blankets into a door. “So we go out to Mariachi Plaza, it’s pouring rain, and Tía Victoria has a death grip on my arm to keep me from running every time I hear some thunder. She says, ‘You see, niño? It’s just noise. You don’t need to be scared of it.’”

“And then you weren’t scared anymore?”

“Actually, right after she said that, a lightning bolt hit the mirador and I didn’t stop screaming for twenty minutes. Tía Elena considered bringing in the priest.” He looked up and grinned at Miguel’s little snort, then took a step back to look over their work. “I think we’re just about ready. We just need…” He frowned for a moment, then snapped. “Pillows. Meet you back here in two minutes.”

Miguel quickly went back to his room, only stopping at the flash of light that flooded the apartment. He shook his head and grabbed the two pillows from his bed and ran back out to the living room. He frowned.

“Tío Héctor?”

“In here, chamaco.” Héctor popped his head out the fort’s “door” and nodded for Miguel to come inside before disappearing again. Miguel glanced up at another crash of thunder, then crawled inside to find Héctor arranging couch cushions and an insane amount of pillows on the floor.

The fort wasn’t huge by any means, but there was still enough space for the two of them to sit comfortably. As Miguel helped arrange the pillows for maximum nesting, he looked up at Héctor again. “So how’d you really stop being scared?”

Héctor glanced up at him, then nodded up. “Forts.”

“To protect yourself?”

“Well, no, blanket forts don’t work like that.” He eyed a sagging bit of blanket and got up on his knees to fix it. “But I figured out that if I kept counting every time I heard thunder, I’d never be able to do anything. So I had to do something that kept me busy—and figuring out how to build the perfect fort was the best way to stop the counting.”

“So you just make a fort every time there’s a thunderstorm?” Miguel asked, settling back against the pillows and wrapping his fleece blanket around himself.

“Pff, Ernesto would kill me if I did this all the time. Wait here.” Héctor slipped out of the fort, only to reappear a moment later with his record player. “This was my other way of handling it, just before I went to secundaria. Can’t be scared if you’re focused on music.” He set the player down, opening the lid and carefully flipping the record to the A side. “I’ve got Caravanserai in there right now, that’s always been my favorite with storms.” He switched the record player on and dropped the needle onto the vinyl, then dropped down on the cushions beside Miguel with a sigh as music filled their little fort. “So there we go. Still scared, Miguelito?”

Miguel fiddled with his blanket. “I, uh…I’m not scared of thunder.”

Héctor frowned up at him. “So you’re saying that I told you my whole life story for nothing, chamaco?”

“No! No, I…I just…” Miguel let out a little huff, then scooted over to lay down beside Héctor. “I…had a bad dream. That’s what woke me up.”

Héctor’s eyes slid down to him. “You wanna talk about it?”

Miguel gave his head a hard shake. He’d stopped thinking about it while they’d been building the fort, and he definitely didn’t want to start again. He glanced up as he felt a hand on top of his head, catching Tío Héctor smile as he shook his head a bit.

“Then we don’t need to. Estas bien.” He snapped suddenly. “Escucha, escucha! This part’s amazing.”

Miguel gave a wavering smile, then settled a little closer to Tío Héctor’s side as he listened to the guitar riff. There was still a little of that tight feeling in his chest from the dream, but between the fort and hearing Héctor hum along to the music, it was starting to fade. He felt…safe. Safe from highways and trucks, safe from thunder and lightning, and safe from that awful loneliness he’d woken up with. So he let his eyes shut and let himself drift off to sleep, too comfortable to be bothered by the thunder that rumbled outside.

[angelbaby-fics]

Cuddles Cure Everything

Summary: Steve’s little wakes up sick :(((( (gender neutral!)

Word count: 750

Pairing: daddy!Steve x little!reader

A/N: I was feeling soooo sick yesterday 😣 but I couldn't stop watching this gif 🤤💕 so I wrote about how I wish my life actually was lol 💕💕🧸 also sorry if the formatting is off, I'm posting on mobile since I'm at the park right now 😊🌳🪁 don't forget to message me if you wanna be on the taglist!!!! 💕💕💕

You knew it before you even woke up, your dreams had you tossing and turning all night. Your muscles ached and your head was pounding. Your daddy knew as well. His super soldier abilities meant he could tell when your temperature rose and your mood dropped at any time. You were so bonded with each other that he noticed every time you stirred in your sleep, holding his breath until he heard your breathing even again.

This went on for a few hours until finally you realized you weren't going to be able to fall back asleep. You immediately began feeling around the bed, wriggling & waving around until you finally landed on the curve of your daddy's large warm bicep. Steve's hands immediately came to your cheeks, running his thumbs across your temples as he whispered in your ear.

“Doll…. you feelin’ alright, babydoll?”

You only had the energy to squeeze your eyes shut and whine in response. Steve immediately flew into action, knowing how little you could get when you were feeling ill. He scooped you in his arms, guiding you to fit against him, fully enveloped in his warmth.

“Oh, my baby, come here. Tell daddy what hurts, my little lamb.”

“Everyfing.” you whimpered.

He began kissing you all over, his soft lips cold against your feverish skin, but you didn’t mind.

“What do you wanna do today, baby?” He asked in his husky voice, still strained from sleep. “We don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want to. You decide, sweetiepie.”

“Just wanna cuddle wif you.”

Steve smiled, welling up inside that through your discomfort, all you wanted was him.

“Of course, baby. We can cuddle all day until the sun goes down again. I just gotta get up and get a few things for us, okay?”

“Noo dada… stay… warm…” Your speech had begun showing just how little you were becoming.

“Oh, I know sweetie, but I’ll be just a minute and then I’ll never leave your side for the rest of the day.”

Steve stood, careful not to let too much cold air get into your nest of blankets, and grabbed the oversized bear from the large armchair in the corner of your bedroom. You called it “Daddy Bear” since it was always dressed in one of Steve’s shirts and smelled just like him. He quickly lifted the blankets once more to slide Daddy Bear into your arms.

“Here you go, angel, he’s gonna stay and keep you safe and warm while I’m gone.”

You burrowed into the bear as you heard the bedroom door open and close. You closed your eyes as tight as you could, trying not to focus on the pain in your limbs and instead on breathing in your daddy’s scent from his soft t-shirt. Just like he’d promised, Steve was back in your room before you knew it. He placed a few things on the bedside table before reaching down and placing a thermometer in your mouth, petting your hair as he waited for it to beep.

“Oh baby, no wonder you’re so little! Don’t worry, doll, we’re gonna get you feeling right as rain in no time. And until then, I’m gonna give you all the cuddles you need.”

He bent down to kiss your forehead before turning around to retrieve the medicine bottle and syringe off of the table.

“Open up, babydoll.” Steve pushed the little plastic syringe past your lips and dispensed the sweet medicine, which you immediately swallowed. “Good job, baby!” he cheered. He put the syringe back on the table and opened the blankets to crawl back in next to you, propping Daddy Bear against your back so you could feel held on either side. You immediately latched back onto Steve’s arm, beginning to drift off again as he played with your hair. He thought you were asleep until you started to whine a bit.

“What is it, angelface? A paci? A stuffie?”

“Dada hand.” You replied, and Steve knew exactly what you meant. He didn’t normally let you do this, but he knew you deserved it with how much you were suffering today.

“Of course, babydoll, anything else?”

“Kisses.” You barely mumbled around his thumb. Steve smiled and began covering every surface he could reach with a kiss. As much as he hated to see you hurt, he loved days like this when all you wanted was your daddy, and you loved having him wrapped around your little finger.

[offbrandhange]

AOT if you were sick | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Headcanons on how some of the AOT boys would help/comfort you when sick! :)

Characters: Armin, Connie, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi, Niccolo, Reiner,

Gender: Neutral, no references to readers’ gender ! :)

a/n: I haven’t been feeling well lately so badabam badaboom here we go. Also I am trying a new format because I’m pretty sure when I write the bullet points it looks wonky on mobile?...I dunno man :/

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Right off the bat, Armin would ask what your symptoms are. Immediately after telling him he’d rush out to the pharmacy to pick up meds, and probably some comfort food, too.

How does he comfort you?

Armin would comfort you by bringing you things you need like medicine, wet towels, clean clothes, food, etc. Constantly, and I mean constantly asking if you want anything.

He probably would also set up a little sick-station in the living room with a blanket, pillow, cup of water, wet towel, bowl of soup, etc. and put on a TV show you like and just...chill while you watch or nap (if you fall asleep midway through).

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Only if you were super sick. He would 1000% be worried about you while at work, though. You’d get “How are you doing” messages every hour, and he’d totally end up annoying the sh*t out of his co-workers for constantly talking about you being ill. Armin would probably also pick up a little snack/gift for you on his way home.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Most likely not. Armin would be scared he’d get sick too, and then you’d have to take care of him. If you begged him for a quick kiss, or you really whined for some cuddles, then maybe he’ll indulge.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

“Dang bro, that sucks.” And that’s all he says.

How does he comfort you?

I think if you asked him for something, he’d get you it willingly and eagerly, but otherwise he’s clueless; He assumes you’re good if you don’t say anything.

Connie would comfort you by hanging out with you. Most likely, he’d sit you down on the couch and play video games with you, like Mario Kart; or he’d show you him killing a really hard boss. I think he’d also send you funny videos/tiktoks, and I mean like, the really dumb ones, where it’s like...a fart sound effect over an image of a truck. Or a, “Can I touch that badonkadonk fool?”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yup, especially if you asked. I feel like Connie would take any chance he could to take off work, and you being sick would be his opening. He wouldn’t leave you alone all day, either; You’re stuck with him.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Connie does not care if you’re sick. You’re gonna get the same amount of treatment, maybe more if you whine and snuggle into his chest. He thinks you’re even more cute when you’re sick.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Eren would say something like, “Oh. Are you alright?” If you said no, he’d make you a snack or ask if you want anything. Afterwards he would chill with you and probably cuddle or snuggle you. I doubt he would really worry, he’d be real calm about it.

How does he comfort you?

He’d bring you something if you needed it. The only time I could see him getting fussy about it though, is if you interrupted him while he was totally invested in a video game or on a work call.

Most definitely snuggles with you in bed. Probably would do something to tease you too, kissing down your neck and saying “Are you better yet? How about now? Are you better yet?” I can see Eren being totally down for an afternoon nap together anytime you wanted.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

He would ask you if you wanted/needed him to. If you said yes he would, even if you weren’t really sick. Likewise, if you said you’re fine, but were far from fine, he’d call BS and stay home too; if you kept saying he didn’t need to, it’s very likely his stubborn a*s would argue with you and take off anyways.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Definitely. Eren would still, probably even more than usual, baby the ever-loving sh*t out of you. There’s no escaping his cuddles, kisses, or more...sexual activities.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Erwin, like Armin, would ask what’s wrong right away. Except he would completely annoy you by asking a million f*cking questions about your symptoms. He’d probably google them too and list a ton of possibilities that are so far-fetched. He’d end up scaring HIMSELF and forcing you to go to the doctor.

How does he comfort you?

Up your A**. Every five seconds he would be like, “Need something? You’re sure? You’re sure you’re sure? I know I was here five minutes ago, yeah, but I’m just making sure. So you’re sure?”

Pets your head, ruffles your hair. Goes out to pick up medicine, snacks, maybe even flowers. Probably tries to brush your teeth for you. You know, Erwin things.

Would they take/call off work for you?

Y E S. Yes. This man would call off the whole WEEK. He wouldn’t leave you alone, either. The whole damn day he’d be breathing down your NECK. Even if the only discomfort you felt was a scratchy throat. He’d make you call off work too.

Are they still physically affectionate?

I feel like Erwin is on the verge of being either, “Yes, princess, let me hold you.” or, “Oh no, no, no, we can’t be having that. Oh no, no, no. No passing illnesses, sweetie.” If the second were true, the only way to get him off your back would be by threatening to hug him while snot was dripping down your nose. This grown ass man would probably be screaming like a (very deep-voiced) little girl and running for dear life.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Jean would be so FREAKING sweet, and nobody can tell me otherwise. He’d say something like, “Awe, baby. Are you okay? Want anything?” He genuinely cares; although, immediately afterward he did anything nice or caring for you, he’d text all his dude friends and be like “yo man I’m SUCH a good boyfriend.” and brag his a*s off.

How does he comfort you?

He’d ask every once in a while if you needed anything, and he’d randomly bring you stuff like soup or a fresh cup of water. He’d probably feed you it, too.

Depending on what you wanted, Jean would either leave you alone or smother you to death. If you wanted him to leave you alone he’d check in on you every so often, and if you wanted him to smother you, he’d literally follow you all around the house. I’m talking like, cuddling or napping on the couch/bed, or straight up just following you around like an overly-attached child. His arms would be around your waist, chin on your head, and he’d waddle behind you like a d*mn penguin. And that includes trips to the bathroom. He’d probably sit outside the bathroom and wait for you, though.

Would they take/call off work for you?

If you wanted him to, were really sick, or if you were incredibly pitiful and acting like you were on your deathbed. Otherwise, I think he’d still go to work. He would bring home snacks and flowers afterwards though.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Oh my god, Jean would still be all over you. Like, there wouldn’t be a moment you’d be free from his hold. He’d probably still want to have sex with you, too as long as you were feeling well enough for it...The only exception would be if you got too over-heated or over-whelmed, then he’d very sadly hold back. Like a scolded pup, he’d just sit there...watching you...wishing you were in his arms.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

You would tell him you’re not feeling well, and the first thing this man’d say would be, “What is it? You have the sh*ts? Something not coming out?” He’d get you what you needed immediately after you told him what was really wrong, though; but he’d also, very discreetly slip you a box of anti-diarrheals, too, just in case.

How does he comfort you?

Every once in a while he will ask if you need something. He’s not too over-bearing nor distant. Although, he’s probably constantly slipping you hand-sanitzers, and cleaning your room, or anything you’ve touched. It’s for your, and his sake. Oh, and he’s not handing you anything, either; he’s throwing it at you to catch. Or slipping his hand through the door with a bowl of soup/cup of water, and placing it on the floor/nearest surface. Kind of like when a cat pushes their paw through a crack, then disappears, and you’re like, “oh, would you look at that.”

I don’t think Levi would really want to be too close since he’s kind of a clean-freak, so he’d comfort you through, maybe, sending you low-quality cat memes he found on the web. Or he’d put on one of those full-on, ugly, yellow hazard suits and hold your hand while watching a reality-TV show like The Bachelorette meanwhile mocking them to oblivion. You’re legally required to laugh at the comments he makes about the people on the show; he’s doing it to be funny. He’s just awkward.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

If you were pitiful, or not that sick, no. If you were genuinely pretty sick, then he’d call off work. He wouldn’t bug you, he’d just...stand in the corner and watch you. Just...he’d be there. Also still in his hazard suit. With his arms crossed.

Are they still physically affectionate?

No. Absolutely not. Not unless you’re talking about him and the cleaning supplies. I think if you tried to go anywhere near him, he’d get really mad and threaten you with a spray-bottle filled with water.

I think he would be upset, though. Like, I could see him having a calendar and just...sadly, squeakily dragging that marker down to form an X over the day to see how long you were sick, waiting ‘till you were better so he could hug you again.

𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

In a worried, but also kind of loving-scolding way, he’d say something like, “Geez, how’d this happen?” Immediately after he’d make you some homemade soup with fresh ingredients. Only after he would give you your medicine, because it needs a, “full stomach to work.”

Additionally, if he makes you food, don’t tell him if you can’t taste it. Please, god, don’t. He’ll feel like he did all that work for nothing then get annoyed.

How does he comfort you?

Constantly bringing you food or desserts. When he asks if you need anything, his mind jumps to a food or drink instead of medicine or a wet towel, because that’s just his strong-suit.

I feel like he would hang out with you and let you lay your head on his chest while you watched TV together. I picture him saying something like, “Hey babe, let’s watch Hell’s Kitchen.” Or, alternatively, “Hey babe, let’s watch Kitchen Nightmares.” Don’t watch Kitchen Nightmares with him. Those unclean kitchens will make HIM vomit, too.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Niccolo probably wouldn’t call off, but he would make you a whole bunch of yummy meals for you to eat the next day. He’d probably leave you a cute little note too, like a “Feel better, love you! :-D” with hearts all over it.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Depends on what kind of sickness you had. I think if you lost your taste he’d draw the line, simply because he needs to be able to taste the food he makes. Also, it frustrates the sh*t out of him when he loses his taste. Otherwise, I think he’d be down to cuddle, and very limitedly, kiss.

𝕽𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Gets VERY concerned. Wants to take you to the doctor, even if it’s a light illness, because he wants to make sure it’s nothing bad. He wouldn’t leave you alone after you tell him you’re sick, either. Constantly by your side.

How does he comfort you?

You wouldn’t need to ask for anything, because he already has everything for you. You’re surrounded in snacks, bottles of water, blankets, pillows, wet towels, medicine, literally anything you need, it’s already there. He’ll even offer to carry you to the bathroom, just so you don’t have to move.

Reiner would probably cuddle with you and put on a romance, family, or Disney movie. If it’s extra emotional, it’s gonna make him extra emotional. He will be squeezing you for dear life and just saying stuff like, “Boy, I don’t know what I’d do without you...”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yes, even if all you had was the sniffles, Reiner would have already called off, and make you call off too. He just thinks that’s what you should do if a loved one is sick. If he left you alone, he’d get worried you’d end up falling or unable to get something you need. He wants to be there for you.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Reiner would, but in a much more sweet way. He’s genuinely really worried for you, and doesn’t like seeing you sick. So be prepared for him to constantly be holding you with your head on his chest, and him peppering kisses all over your face.

[putseraphinaonthaphone]

GC Fuckers as Caregivers

(my laptop charger broke so I'm on mobile for a while, I'll be formatting everything later)

Cw// age regression, Little reader

Shinsou

Y'all already know he's your first choice when you're feeling little, you still feel like the others don't feel comfortable around you when you're little (which Shin immediately sends to the other three)

So if you come to his dorm without mentioning sleepy Sunday, he assumes you need little time

He buys you a clip for your pacifier because it honestly breaks his heart to wake up to the sound of you crying cause you're too little to look for it on your own

Y'all still smoke together but when you're little it doesn't take much to make you feel silly, so he usually ends up hogging the blunt while you start on a random rant about your special interest (mouse and mole cartoons and noise cancelling earbuds). You feel safe enough to tell him all your thoughts and questions about them, because he's content listening rather than talking and you're savouring being truly heard in your excitement

Occasionally he'll boop your nose and tell you he loves his curious lil baby very much

Bakugou

Is personally offended by the text he receives because how is him being nervous to fuck up around you in a vulnerable mindset a bad thing?

So he makes sure to watch the closely for the next few days, you always end up needing a break after three or four days

And he tells Shinsou he can handle it when you start sending clappy hand emojis to the chat with enough frequency they can all tell you're in little space

You're adorably wary when Kat opens the door to your dorm room and finds you snuggled into a hoodie he thought he'd lost months ago

"hey squirt. How ya doin? Wanna watch a movie with me?" His heart is beating a mile a minute but he's not tied with Deku for top student for nothing, so he's calm and confident in his movements as he tucks you into his side and puts on the mouse and mole collection he bought to surprise you

It's like he's dealing with a little shy bunny the way you keep looking at him and looking away and looking at him like you're not sure he's serious, and he can see the frown working it's way onto your lips as you start over thinking as usual

He looks around your bed and all the supplies you put on it for you little night in, and finds a pacifier that's a dark purple with a white bow on the front

"open up, baby" and maybe it's the shock at hearing a tone more gentle than you ever have from your blond boyfriend that makes you obey

He puts the pacifier firmly between your lips and kisses your forehead

something about the way the rhythmic soothing action of sucking on your pacifier makes your shoulders finally release the tension they hold, and the way you look at him kinda like.. he could command the stars if your needed him too

He would already kill for you, but God help anyone who upsets his baby when she's a lil baby

"You wanna finish your movie now pumpkin?" And the excited nod of your head mixed with the small but earthshattering feeling of your hand wrapping around his pinky makes him realize there was no reason to be nervous

How could he not be head over heels in love with every part of you?

Is the only person besides Shinsou that you call daddy/dada

Shouto

Happily takes over bed time routines when y'all go on mini vacations together (by which you mean booking a hotel room to have a three day weekend together so the only judging eyes you have to deal with are the check in clerks)

Loves tucking you into bed while Dabi heats up a bottle of sweet milk for you and making up all kinds of stories to tell you in his calm even voice, just to see your eyes widen at the suspense he adds in just to tease you

"that's not actually going to help them relax and sleep you know" Bakugou was part of the tucking in project, Shinsou too because they both called dibs on the queen size bed you were in so they could cuddle you at your most adorable

"they love my stories don't, you bubba" you were going to answer but suddenly there was a bottle in your mouth and a warm hand on your sensitive shaved head

"bedtime pipsqueak" and your eyes were already drooping sleepily

Dabi

After Shinsou he's the worst insomniac in your group (you are a close third)

So it's not unusual to end up with Dabi holding you as you both listen to each other's breaths in the dark, not sleeping but less inclined to follow your darker thoughts down the spiral they always lead you both into

But it is unusual for Dabi to come cuddle when he knows you're little

The text he got from Shinsou made him feel almost sick

Had he unintentionally made you feel like a freak? Like everyone thought he was?

He was going to make it up to you, no matter what

You didn't speak when he entered because your pacifier was already in place and were wearing your collar and holding the teddy bear he bought for you at a random grocery store, and even though he still teased you about it you treasured it

And your t-shirt read "I'm baby", making him snort as he set down his backpack on the chair closest to your bed

"you are baby, and that's why I'm here to look after you. Can't have a tiny lil thing like you run around unsupervised right?" You nodded because duh, babies can't be left alone

Now you're here, tucked against Dabis chest with a hand heated bottle, while he traces warm fingers over your cheeks

He doesn't talk while he feeds you your bottle, he simply cradles you close and occasionally kisses your cheeks, your eyelids, your temple, your nose

You fall asleep faster and deeper than you ever have even though before your boyfriend showed up you'd be awake all night

So now it's not unusual for you to text Dabi that 🍼 emoji and he's packing a bag and heading over to take care of his baby

[spinarakiweek]

Event Week Upkeep (Art Credit, Busted Mobile Links, and Spoiler Tags)

Two weeks to go until Spinaraki Week: Round 3, and we the mods hope everyone is as excited as we are!

A few quick points to address before we get to the meat of this post:

Per a few questions about it, Mod Nal (@codenamesazanka) is the one who does all our graphics; look forward to more details from her about her fantastic screenshot mockup for this year's prompts at a later date!

I (Mod Stillness) noticed that the links to the rules and the text-based prompt list don't work on my mobile app, so for any who share that issue, if you want to review The Rules or get The Prompts in a nice easy format for copy-pasting, you'll find them beneath the Read More cut at the bottom of this post!

That said, I'd like to take a few minutes to address how we'll be tagging for spoilers for this event week. If you either don't care about spoilers or actively follow the weekly leaks, all you need to know is that we are NOT asking participants to tag their spoilers unless they wish to do so as a courtesy to their own followers; we'll be doing tagging on our end.

If you are concerned about spoilers, read on.

Regarding the currently airing season of the anime: the mods' assumption is that we don't have many people around here who are anime-only, as the anime has—to say the least!—not done a stellar job of translating the appeal of the ship. If you're following us and you are an anime-only, please do speak up either in the notes of this post or via ask to let us know if you'd like us to spoiler tag anything the anime hasn't gotten to yet!

Also, we're thrilled you exist and managed to find this pairing despite the anime's best attempts to hide it from you. Congratulations on your keen insight! You'll probably want to stop reading this post right about now, though.

For everyone else, given the events of the chapter that released just today—Chapter 369—it's looking like we are, for the first time, all but guaranteed to see some Spinner action during the course of the event week! How nerve-wracking thrilling! Chapter 370 is due to officially release on the 23rd, the day before the event starts; likewise, if these things follow the usual timing, leaks for Chapter 371 should start coming out in the Tuesday night to Thursday morning range, with the scanlation coming out on Friday and the official release closing out our week on Sunday.

Accordingly, we'll be tagging any work that deals with content from those chapters as bnha 370 and bnha 371, so do blacklist those if you want to be thorough about avoiding exposure to spoilers!

If anybody has any other requests about spoiler tags (ex. you're all caught up on Villain Hunt but running behind on the current arc) or tagging in general, feel free to weigh in as well with any requests!

That all said, thanks for reading, and here's the promised cut for text prompts and the ruleset:

THE PROMPTS

Monday, 10/24:  Reunion  ~  Delight  ~  News

Tuesday, 10/25:  Flesh  ~  Resentment  ~  Help

Wednesday, 10/26:  Bear  ~  Grief  ~  Transformation

Thursday, 10/27:  Spin  ~  Yearning  ~  Family

Friday, 10/28:  Countryside  ~  Boredom  ~  Mess

Saturday, 10/29:  Leader  ~  Sadism  ~  Prison

Sunday, 10/30:  Hero  ~  Tale  ~  Serenity  /  ~  FREE DAY  ~ 

RULES AND POLICIES

1)  We will accept and reblog any fan-made work—fanfiction, fanart, meta, playlists, etc.—so long as it focuses primarily on Shigaraki and Spinner’s relationship and fits an appropriate daily prompt.  The work must be newly published for the week, though if you wish to also use it as a fill for some other concurrent event, you’re welcome to do so.           You can work with any of the daily prompts you like, singly or in combination.  We try to keep them fairly broad, so feel free to get as creative as you like!  We welcome any fill that satisfies some aspect of the chosen prompt(s). 

2)  We’re celebrating the relationship between Shigaraki and Spinner as it’s been, as it may be, and even as it could have been.  Shippy-fic or gen-fic, canon-compliant or AU, romantic or platonic or any complicated place in between; we’re good with all of it.  Polyshipping/OT3s are allowed, but the focus must remain on Shigaraki and Spinner.

3)  Regarding content, we’re not placing hard limits on what we’re accepting.  Shigaraki and Spinner are villains in a canon that goes to some shockingly dark places, so we consider exploration of that darkness fair game for fanwork.  Likewise, given that this is a week focused on a relationship, we welcome NSFW content.  We do, however, ask that all content be responsibly and appropriately tagged for any content you have reason to expect could be upsetting to others. 

4)  We’ll be checking the tags for spinarakiweek2022, spinarakiweekround3, spinarakiweek, and spinarakiweeknsfw.  As stated above, please tag also for any work that requires content warnings.  We’re only operating on tumblr, so if your work is hosted elsewhere, feel free to post a link to it and use one of our tags, though if you do so, you may also wish to message us about it, given tumblr’s notorious grouchiness about off-platform links.           Feel free to message us if it seems like we’ve missed a fill of yours!  Late entries are allowed and enthusiastically welcome.  

5)  No hating on other ships or characters—we’re here to celebrate and enjoy Spinaraki, so if there’s a character you can’t include without bashing them disproportionately to the canon, just don’t include them.  Likewise, please be respectful of other participants and their work, whether or not it’s to your particular taste.

6)  We reserve the right to exercise moderator discretion in the case of borderline rule violations or unforeseen issues.  

[mm2305]

Hello, love! I hope you are well :) Here are the week's questions for the newlyweds!

Note: Once again, this week’s round focuses on photos! Dialogue is entirely optional, though for some of these, it’d be fun to know the story behind the pictures ;) Tumblr mobile only allows 10 picture uploads (there are 10 questions), so collages are highly encouraged! Otherwise, the non-beta version of Tumblr desktop will allow more than ten.

Have fun!

For MC

Favorite childhood photo of Ethan

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

Contact name and photo for Ethan

Top three photo results when you Google Ethan

First picture of or with him that you uploaded to social media

For Ethan

Favorite childhood photo of your spouse

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

Contact name and photo for your spouse

Top three photo results when you Google your spouse

First picture you ever took of or with your spouse

*Credit to the anon who sent me the first three questions!

Pairing : Dr Ethan Ramsey x f!MC ( Dr Olivia Valentine)

Format : edits/pictures + dialogue

A/N : Hello Bree! This has become my favorite thing to do each week and making stuff for Valensey! Please forgive any inconsistencies, mistakes, etc because I had to do everything from scratch (my phone is android). Hope you all like these (I got more than a little carried away)!

{PS : I apologize for the manip in advance, it is very unrealistic, but I spent way too much time trying to figure out lighting, contrast, etc so it's in here 😂}

Find the rest of the questions and answers here

For Olivia

Favorite childhood photo of Ethan

E : No you won't show that one.

O : Which one do you mean, honey? The one you're making out with the teddy bear?

E : I wasn't making out with it I was --

*Bree & Olivia together * : -- practicing CPR.

O : keep telling yourself that babe. Anyway here are some

O : wasn't he the cutest baby ever?!

E : I admit these are very cute pictures

O : trust your wife darling

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

O : Here it is

O : my husband is hot AF

E : *blushes*

Contact name and photo for Ethan

O : I love him in those sweaters. Just look at him

Top three photo results when you Google Ethan

O : the one on the left is from some paparazzo on the street. I recently found it and I admit it is one of my faves. The top right is from the ceremony in which he was given the Adeyemi Prize and the bottom one, is from a convention in Seattle.

First picture of or with him that you uploaded to social media

O : a selfie from when we decided to be together at the end of my second year

For Ethan

Favorite childhood photo of your spouse

E : the left one is from her birthday party when she was 4. The right one is from when she was 2. Her love for food and pasta was evident since her early years *chuckles*

O : I'm going to kill Lily. It was her wasn't it?

E : as if I'm going to answer that.

O : whatever. This just proves that I have superior taste in everything. Food included

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

E : my two favorite beings in the world. Plus Olivia smiling.

O : awww Ethan

Contact name and photo for your spouse

E : this was from the re-opening of Edenbrook. She looked exquisite in that dress.

O *smirking* : not that it survived another night after that

E : I'm not going to apologize

O : wouldn't want you to, love

Top three photo results when you Google your spouse

O : Wait. You can seach about me in Google? Wow.

E : Of course, darling. There's a Wikipedia page for you too. So, the left one is from a dinner party with some potential investors for the hospital. The top right is from the interview with that excuse of a human, the senator, and the bottom one is from the convention in Los Angeles, a couple of years ago, a few days after she became head of the DT.

O : Woah. That's wild

First picture you ever took of or with your spouse

E : This remains to this day one of my favorite pictures. After the attack, Olivia came to stay with me for a few days,even though we weren't together yet. I couldn't yet leave her out of my sight. She had started seeing a psychologist, because she was, naturally, traumatized after everything that happened. The worst was the nightmares she had. One day, it was an off day for me, I woke up quite late from an uninterrupted sleep. Which was unusual because of her - and sometimes my- nightmares. She was dressed, wearing her favorite signature red lipstick and was just looking at me with that look in her eyes. It was the first restful night she had after 2 weeks.

O *taking his hand* : You know I wouldn't have made it without you, Ethan, right?

E *squeezing her hand, smiling lovingly* : I didn't do anything Liv...

O *now stroking his cheek*: you were there for me. That's all I needed, baby.

E : *kissing her hand* : I'll always be, my love.

(thank you once more for the questions Bree ❤️)

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