#or god forbid them telling him he's 'not good enough for that boy' or whatever other bullshit

[csint3rlude]

CURTAIN CALL ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ MBAV BOYS

summary: rory, ethan and benny dating a theatre kid (separate).

authors note: auggghhh save me benny and rory.. save me… and ethans there too i guess. idgaf about ethan i like him in a way where he’s silly and i wanna like show him fnaf lore

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⋆｡° ✮ 𓁿 ETHAN MORGAN

ethan is horrifically inexperienced when it comes to theatre. the closest he’s ever gotten was when sarah and erica were in that play, and it didn’t really go the best for obvious reasons. he’s mostly just decided theatre isn’t his thing. he loves it for you though! if you really want him too (you can just ask. he’ll do it simply because you asked him) he’ll help you run lines or practice songs. if you need help with your pitch, he’ll sit by a keyboard or something and press the notes for you. don’t ask him to tell you if you’re off-key though, he can’t really tell the difference.

ethan doesn’t know what to do the first time you have a show coming up. naturally he asks benny, who tells him to get you some flowers and tell you how great you were when he sees you afterwards. he does exactly that, except very awkwardly because that’s kinda just how he is. he will hug you the literal second he sees you though and will tell you how great you were while he does. but genuinely he thinks you’re the best actor he’s ever seen.

ethan gets a lot better and more used to it over time. soon enough he’s actually seen tons of musicals cause of you and slowly he actually starts to kind of like them. he likes them in a way where they remind him of you, but also because sometimes the musical will have a kind of interesting plot, but he mostly just likes them cause they remind him of you.

ethan would probably end up joining the drama club/program (or whatever it is), but not as an actor. he’d do it to be a tech kid. he’d probably wanna do lights cause it’s easier for him and he can make sure there’s always a spotlight on you. there may be malfunctions during lighting if you mention to him that you don’t like someone in the show, but the lights are perfect again when it’s your turn. he kinda likes having theatre in common with you <3

⋆｡° ✮ ݁ᛪ༙ RORY KEANER

rory would probably find it cool if you were a theatre kid. he’s seen a few musicals, and even though they didn’t keep his attention for very long, he’s very easily entertained so he still definitely enjoyed it. however, he would be at all of your shows without a single thought of leaving. he’s front row watching like if he looks away some horrific creatures gonna get him.

rory is by your side the literal second the show is over. he brings flowers every single time (they may or may not have been hand picked right before he got there) and he holds your face between his hands and kisses you right before following it with spreading kisses all over your face and telling you how good you were in between it all. he’d also pick you up and spin you around (he does not care that you’re sweaty) but in a really fast and almost nauseating way. his arms are really tight around your waist while he does it because he doesn’t realize how strong he really is and you’re basically like three feet in the air because once again, he forgets how strong being a vampire makes him. god forbid he starts floating.

rory is your biggest fan. if he sees someone even lingering by the drama club he’s all “my partners in that!!” and then goes on some super long rant about how you’re the greatest actor ever and how literally no one ever could outshine you. he loooooooves you <3

rory is the type of boyfriend to yell “THATS MY PARTNER!!” while ur onstage and it irritates everyone else so much but he’s oblivious to it. he might end up getting kicked out for doing it every once in awhile but he waits outside for you and does his whole “you were so good i love you i’m gonna kiss the hell out of you” routine

⋆｡° ✮ ❀ BENNY WEIR

benny is probably a (not so) secret theatre kid. if you dare to ask him to do your pitch/vocal warmups with you he’s all “little bit higher” or “you’re kinda flat”. he even tries to match the pitch to help you but he can’t sing so it’s really bad and funny. he probably makes fun of you a little but it’s entirely jokingly. he would actually be really great for practicing lines and pitch because he’ll actually be able to tell you when you’re off and is completely honest.

benny is probably also a tech kid with ethan, except he basically only joined so he could be around you more. in reality he does not care about the set or the lights, he just wants to be with you. he is surprisingly really good at being a tech kid though, like it had never been better before he was working on the show.

benny is the type of boyfriend to conjure up flowers in your favourite colour and some random gift pertaining to whatever you’re currently interested in (it was also conjured on the spot). he probably tries to lift you up like rory but he is not that strong so he probably pulls a muscle or something and then acts like nothing happened. he’d kiss you though! very sweetly and softly cause he loves you and he thinks you did literally amazing.

benny would work so insanely hard to make sure your costume and makeup stay perfect throughout the entire show. he’d probably bring like an iron so he can make sure there’s no wrinkles and he’d insist on doing your makeup himself because he thinks if anyone else does it they’ll mess it up somehow, except he accidentally gets mascara in your eye somehow and feels awful for the rest of the day. because he’s on tech he’d also stop you in between scenes and fix your hair and basically everything you go back on.

[soldiergf]

i hate you (just enough to love you) - soldier boy x the boys member! fem reader

summary: you're one of the boys, and you're assigned to 'babysit' the infamous soldier boy. let's just say it doesn't exactly go to plan; 1819 words

tw: smut, hate sex, lots of cursing, light misogyny

it’s not every day you wake up and find out that the man who was previously known the world’s greatest superhero —who was supposedly very dead— is, in fact, not fucking dead. because, surprise! turns out the dramatic farewell speech given by vought employees about how the great soldier boy “sacrificed himself to save his people” or whatever was a big, fat lie. go fucking figure.

to make matters worse, the boys decided to take in soldier boy, believing he was the key to defeating homelander, and they left you in charge of babysitting duty. 

“no,” you protested, giving butcher a pleaded look because, honestly, you’d rather spend your tuesday evening doing literally anything else. “he’s over a century old for fucks sake, he doesn’t need babysitting!”

“such foul language!” butcher had teased, to which you just flipped him off. “relax, love. you’ll be fine. jus’ for a couple hours, that’s all. you can do it.”

“yeah, but the thing is, i really don’t want to.” you pleaded, which simply got a laugh out of butcher, and unfortunately for you, not much else. 

which is how you ended up sitting next to soldier boy on some dusty old motel sofa, counting down the hours until the boys return while they’re off doing whatever the fuck it is they’re doing.

“you seem fun.” soldier Boy smirks, his gaze lingering a bit too long for comfort, his eyes dragging over you like he’s a man starved and you’re the largest piece of meat.

your jaw tightens. you don’t bother hiding the scowl twisting your face. the way he looks at you—hungry, entitled, fucking confident—it sends a chill down your spine.

gross, you think, resisting the urge to scoot away. despite you being on opposite sides of the couch, he’s close—too close for comfort. the scent of whiskey and arrogance clings to him like a second skin, his presence practically suffocating. he’s old enough to be my goddamn grandfather.

“what are you looking at?” you snap, not sure what else to say, because how exactly do you tell one of the world’s most powerful super soldiers who could kill you with just a punch that you’re not interested. yeah, that conversation would not go well.

“you, sweetheart.” he says smugly, and oh if you didn’t want to punch him before, then you really want to now.

“don’t call me that.” you tell him simply.

“why not?”

“because i don’t like it.”

“too bad.”

you rolled your eyes, deciding not to press further, desperately wanting to pick a fight but unfortunately, he was good for the team or whatever. if he really could help them defeat homelander, then maybe putting up with his insufferable ego for a couple hours would be worth it. maybe.

you let the tv play in the background, some dumb sitcom from when you were a kid, and for a good 15 - maybe 20 minutes - it was kind of peaceful. soldier boy had finally shut up, and you felt a little more relaxed, a little less on edge. that was, until the commercials started playing, and an advertisement for a baby carrier for dads was shown. and let’s just say soldier boy did not take kindly to that.

“do men really walk around like that?” he had asked you, to which you simply nodded.

“um, yeah. some dads do.”

he just scoffed. “fuck ass pussy gear,” he muttered under your breath, and a more patient person would��ve just let it go, but unfortunately, you were probably the least patient person on this planet.

“god forbid a man tries to take care of his of fucking child.” you shake your head, annoyed by his comment.

“i'm just saying.” soldier boy shrugs. “taking care of the child? sweetheart, that’s what the woman is supposed to do. you know, keep the house, raise the kid, make sure everything runs smoothly so the men can focus on real work? seems like the world’s gone soft." 

“god, you are such an asshole.” you comment. (you secretly wonder if he genuinely believes this fucked up idology, if he’s just trying to push your buttons) “what’s so wrong with the mother working? or maybe the mom isn’t around. maybe she died, or got sick, or she left or something? doesn’t mean the world’s gone fucking soft!”

“i know, i know. but just, back in my day-”

“i don’t give a shit about back in your day! this isn’t back in your day, it’s the goddamn present, and i hate to break it to you, but your misogynistic asshole bullshit doesn’t fly anymore. i get that you were used to being fucking worshipped by everyone on this planet, but news flash, no one even no ones your alive anymore, and i have a feeling most people wouldn’t even care. so how about you get off of your fucking high horse, and realize that you don’t own this world, you never have, and you never will, so maybe it’s best to just zip it and actually listen to only fucking people who are trying to help you!”

you were beyond aggravated. sure, you get it, he was soldier boy, he was a big deal or whatever, but that didn’t give him the right to just be an asshole and say whatever the hell he wanted to. by the end of your little ‘speech’, you were fuming, and while you didn’t exactly think about the repercussions of your outburst beforehand, you were now starting to realize that maybe cursing out one of the most powerful super soldiers was not the best idea you’ve had.

but he didn’t look mad. instead he looked…amused.

"well you're a feisty one, huh?" he smirks, licking his lips, eyes dark with intrigue as he leans in just a fraction closer.

“oh, fuck you!” you scoff, those two short seconds of self preservation you had fading away once again.

“i’m sure you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

“god, do you ever think about anything else than sex?” you roll your eyes, getting up from the couch.

“come on, sweetheart.” he says in a taunting voice, standing up to meet your gaze. “you’re obviously all worked up right now. a little release could be nice, no?”

and fuck, he has a point. because, yeah, you’re pent up all his. both from not getting a good fucking in who knows how long and also because of the fact you’re holed up in a room with the world’s biggest manchild (next to homelander, that is). and, despite all of his asshole-ness, you have to admit - soldier boy is hot. like, porn star level hot. and you can see the way he looks at you, he wants this bad. you realize he probably hasn’t had sex in over 30 years, at least not since before getting captured by the russians. and it’s not like you had a track record of making the best decisions anyways…

yeah, okay. fuck it.

you shove soldier boy against the wall, taking his mouth into a searing kiss. it’s hot, heavy, passionate, full of desire, and fuck, you’d be lying if you said it doesn’t feel good. no, it feels great. you hook your leg around his thigh, grinding rough and hard against him, letting out loud moans with each roll of your hip. 

“fuck…” you murmur against his lips, letting his tongue slide into your mouth.

he unbuttons your pants, shoving them down to your calves, pulling your underwear down as well. his lips latch against your neck as his fingers move to your pussy, rubbing circles inside of your pretty clit, with his pointer and middle finger, and for a second you start to understand why his ego was so goddamn big - he was probably used to women praising him for how good he was in bed. he’s been touching you, for what, five seconds, and you can already tell this is going to be the best fucking of your life. 

“i still fucking hate you” you spit out, your harsh words followed by a moan.

“i know you do, baby, i hate you too.” he says, moving his lips back to meet yours. “but i love the way your pussy feels. so soft, and warm, so fucking perfect for me.”

you roll your hips, desperate for even more of his touch, despite the fact his fingers were deep inside of you. at this point, you didn’t even care how stupid or needy you looked, you just needed him to keep touching you like that - and given the way he keeps moaning and kissing you, you have a feeling he needs this just as bad.

“hate you so fucking much.” you say again, biting down on his bottom lip, tugging on it with your teeth.

his fingers thrust hard and fast into you, eliciting even more whimpers and moans from you. “fuck.. im close.” you cry, feeling your orgasm brewing up. you felt like you were on cloud fucking nine right now, you felt so damn good, and you hate that it was all because of fucking soldier boy. all because of that annoying, arrogant, powerful, hot as hell sex god standing in front of you.

“come for me, baby girl.” he tells you, and with that, your orgasm comes crashing down, your come coated his long fingers.

your legs are shaking, hard and heavy, and you barely even register when soldier boy pulls his fingers out of your worn out pussy and licks your come off of his fingers, holding eye contact with you the whole damn time. asshole, you think. his hair is all disheveled, and you can’t imagine how messy you must look right now.

“the others are going to be back soon.” he says. “we should probably get cleaned up.”

you look almost confused for a second. “but what about you?” you saw how worked up and horny he had gotten, you knew he wanted it too, and you had a feeling soldier boy would not give a flying fuck if the boys saw the two of you naked having crazy good hate sex.

he just laughs. “next time, sweetheart. next time.”

“whatever, soldier boy.” you roll your eyes, emphasizing his name in a mocking manner.

“it’s ben. call me ben.”

ben. it’s a nice name, you think. it’s not pretentious or arrogant, the way ‘soldier boy’ is. it’s nice, and simple, and maybe kind of basic, but you don’t mind. it’s not the name of a superhero, or a world-class dickhead, but instead, the name of a man - someone real, someone who’s made mistakes and lived with them, someone who might actually deserve a second chance. you think you might like it. you think you might like it a lot.

but before you can say or do anything else, he’s turning around and walking away, and you’re left wondering what the fuck you just got yourself into.

[janitorhutcherson]

you know a character we don’t speak about enough? billy from burn. okay, not one of the best movies ever, but unpopular opinion: one of my fave characters. he’s just so SCRUMMY!

on that note: headcanons.

cw: nsfw towards the end (knife play, gunplay, rough activities), mostly fluff! drug usage, fire (mwah no skin), hinted (but is he really) death

• although he may have robbed a place, billy isn't an evil person. in fact, he's extremely well loved by the community. he's the type of man to help old ladies with their groceries, tip well at coffee shops ... at least as well as he can. this is why when it went public that billy had robbed a place, many people were in shambles. "you mean sweet, sweet lil ol' billy? are you sure? oh my goodness, what has that boy gotten himself into?"

• before he started dwindling in some not-so-great activities and found himself owing a bunch of money, billy was an 'aspiring' artist. he'd play his guitar sometimes at the local bars. people would tell him "you could be something one day, y'know," and billy would just scoff and laugh -- but deep down? he'd dreamt of maybe, just maybe getting out of his silly town and being something, but he knew it wasn't possible.

• billy wasn't always the mess he is now. at one point, he had a full on family, hopes and dreams, but he pushed almost everyone away in an attempt to keep them from being dragged into his mess of a life. that is, everyone except you. you'd been the constant shining star in his life, refusing to let him push you any further. you'd clean his wounds after bar fights, tuck him into bed when he'd drank too much, and even take care of him when you were scared he'd OD. he hated putting you in those situations, but he knew he could never get you to leave.

• billy is the type of boyfriend to not let you lift a finger, for the most part. you do so much to keep him safe, to take care of him when he is at his absolute worst, that he won't even let you so much as make your own glass of water. before you can even fully stand up, he's up on his feet, asking what he can do for you. "hungry, darling? need something to drink? a bath? what can I do for you? just tell me and it's yours." while billy was nice to everyone, he would only do anything for you.

• billy is super protective. given his traumatic past of losing people he loves, hurting people he loves, and witnessing awful things, he is constantly on edge. the moment something seems off in a situation, his eyes stay on whatever or whoever seems odd, his arms staying wrapped around you. he's ready to pounce at the slightest movement. on that topic, nobody wants to know what happened last time someone tried to catcall you. lets just say the guy left with a black eye and billy left with an upset partner who kept scolding him for going a little too far.

• he's a huge softie. he'll buy you flowers, burn CDs for you, sing sweet little songs in his sultry voice with a little rasp from smoking. he loves holding you and swaying to music, kissing behind your ear and holding you in bed. he's BIG on physical touch, because he's afraid if he lets go, you'll dissipate in his arms, ceasing to exist as if you were only a dream. while he is a major romantic, it's only for you. god forbid you point it out, or he'll get all grumpy and pouty, a deep crimson blush on his cheeks, grumbling on and on about how annoying it is when you point is out. "oh shut up, I'm your boyfriend, okay? I'm, like, just bein' good to you and stuff, like a boyfriend does."

• while billy is a sweet and gentle lover, in bed it's a different story. of course he'd take care of you after, but during, he'd ram into you with direct eye contact, hand wrapped around your neck. vile insults and strings of curse words would come out of his mouth as he'd continuously abuse your insides. he's a big fan of knife play, too, carving his initials into your soft skin, watching as it bleeds, knowing you'd never be able to get rid of his mark. on top of that, he'd let you mark him too, because while he loved making sure everyone knew you were his, he wanted everyone to know he was yours.

• okay, let's get the obvious out of the way here. billy is a die hard gun owner. he's got a pistol he uses, and sometimes, billy likes to take the bullets out of it, and push the barrel into you, watching as you squirm. sometimes he'll stick it in your mouth, watching as your pretty lips wrap around the metal coo'ing soft words to you. "oh god, you're so pretty like this, baby. yeah, 's a good job, keep sucking, gorgeous..."

• as we all know, billy gets charred. crisped. scorched. cooked. grilled. roasted. seared. burnt. this is what seems to be his ultimate demise, until it's not..... but then it is again, at least we thought. in reality, billy barely escaped. he'd awoken up, pain all over. he tried his best to make his way back home, somehow, by the grace of god making it. when he showed up back home to you, worried as hell, and a little angry at him until you saw the state he was in. your anger instantly turned to worry as you rushed to his aid, gasping as you begged for an explanation. billy, being the stubborn man he is, simply weakly scoffed out, holding up a shaky palm as if to say 'wait.' "no need to get all worked up, darlin', it's just a little burn." to that, all you could do is roll your eyes as you got to work on trying to save your burnt boyfriend.

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Heartbeat''- C.S.

Warnings- smut, cussing, suggestive content.

SUB CHRIS SUB CHRIS SUB CHRISSS!!!!!

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,,Text say that 'it's not fair'

thats code for 'he's not here'

and ima flirt with this new girl

and ima call if it dont work.''

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Evelyn heard a ding from her phone, indicating that she had gotten a text from someone. She hadn't moved from her bed today, not really having a reason to. She lifted her phone, and let out a sigh as she saw 'Chris has texted you.' fuck.

Evelyn has been 'friends' with the triplets for years now. She's always been closest with Matt, oddly enough. Around two years into their friendship, Chris and Evelyn had began 'hooking up' in Chris' words. She couldn't stand him. She couldn't stand it. She was going insane.

No matter what she was doing, if Chris wanted to fuck, she had to drop whatever she was doing, however important, just to give him what he wanted. But god forbid if Evelyn ever wanted anything in return. If she texted him, she wouldn't get a reply for days.

She met a boy, Jake, and they started dating. Unlike Chris, Jake didn't just use her for sex. He really loved her. She loved him too. She cut contact with Chris, told him to stop texting her, and she wouldn't go to the triplets house, she'd meet them elsewhere. She didn't want to see him. She had been dating Jake for around four months now. Sure, sex was great with Jake.. but he wasn't Chris.

Jake has taken a trip with his friends to a different state for a week, and this was day two of him being gone. Evelyn clicked on the notification, and sighed at the message.

fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK. What was she doing?? It's okay..right? Jake won't know. No- she can't hurt him like that. Once Chris gets there she can just tell him to fuck off.. right?

She must've been thinking about it for a few minutes because she was suddenly snapped back to reality when she heard a knock at her door. Holy shit. This is really happening.

Without even thinking, Evelyn starts walking down the stairs. Even though it was nearly 8:00 P.M. she had still been in her pj's from the morning before. Just some shorts and a baggy tee. She opened the door to reveal Chris standing outside, in just grey sweats and a black tank top that stuck to his body perfectly, looking at his phone.

Evelyn had forgotten how good Chris looked, so she just stared in awe. His eyes looked up from the phone, his head not moving, as he chuckled. His eyes looking up at her through his messy hair just did something to her every time.

,,Miss me?'' He teased, sliding his phone into his pocket. ,,Soo.. you gonna invite me in or re we just gonna do this outside..?'' He laughed, as she kept a straight face. He noticed, and stuck his hand out and placed it gently on her jaw. ,,Hey, Ev, Whats wrong, baby?'' He asked her, as she pulled away from his touch.

,,Don't call me that, Christopher.'' She frowned, causing Chris to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

,,What..? What's wrong, Evvy?'' He asked as she cringed at the name. He's the only person who calls her that. She felt tears threatening to spill, as she held them back.

,,Chris.. we can't.'' She shook her head, looking down at the floor. She felt Chris' hand meet her jaw, pulling her face up to his, as he kissed her gently.

She knew she should've pulled away, but she couldn't. She kissed back, as she felt Chris smirk against her lips. He slowly pulled away,

,,You sure?'' He joked, and she shook her head and pulled him into her house by his collar, slamming the door behind them.

''God, I hate you so fucking much, Christopher..'' She scoffed.

,,Oh, but you love me..'' He smirked, before quickly grabbing Evelyn's hips, bringing her closer to him, before smashing his lips roughly against hers, the kiss this time was the complete opposite of the one they had just shared moments before. She pulled away, her hand sliding into his, as she pulled him up to her room.

,,Ya know, I could've just fucked ya down there,'' He joked,

,,Yeah, and smash my hips into the counter? I'll stick with my bed.'' She rolled her eyes, before getting on her knees.

,,Damn- sucking me off already? Thought you'd wait a bit you whore.'' Chris smirked down at her,

,,Watch your mouth, Christopher.'' She threatened, as she suddenly grabbed his half-hard cock through his pants.

,,o-oh fuck..'' He groaned, caught off guard by the girls sudden action.

,,let me hear you, baby..'' Evelyn smirked at the boy above her. Out of all the times they had fucked, she hadn't been the dominant one, but that was about to change.

,,c'mon, ma.. please..'' He whispered, his voice raspy as Evelyn began to palm him through his pants. ,,please..'' he whimpered. She slid her hands away from his cock, before kissing it through the fabric of his pants. She started to pull them and his boxers down, his now fully hard cock slapping against his clothed stomach.

He began to slip his shirt off, before she slapped his hands.

,,Did I say you could take this off?'' She growled at him, before he shook his head,

,,f-fuck.. 'm sorry ma.. p-please..'' he begged. She has never seen Chris this submissive, and it was driving her insane.

,,Go ahead, baby..'' Evelyn nodded, as she started to stroke his cock painfully slow. He ripped his shirt off and through it across the room, as he let out small whimpers. ,,sit.'' She motioned to the bed, and he quickly complied, shuffling to the bed, and sitting down.

Evelyn placed her hands on his knees, and licked from his base to his tip, collecting his precum on his cock. The small whimpers and moans falling effortlessly from Chris' mouth was what kept her going. She took his dick in her mouth, it hitting the back of her throat as she gagged, but she didn't stop.

Nothing would stop her from doing this besides Chris. Not even her boyfriend walking in would stop her. She's missed Chris so much. She felt his hand grip her hair, pushing her down and up, her mouth gliding around him.

,,mmhh.. fuckk..'' he cried out, his head falling back. She quickly pulled off of him with a popping sound, knowing he was close, ,,ma.. p-pleas-e..'' he hiccuped.

,,don't worry, baby. You'll cum soon.'' She promised. pushing him back against the bed, her mouth connecting once more with his.

He laid back, his hard dick throbbing. Evelyn- still fully clothed- sat on Chris' lap, just a little above where his dick was.

,,Ev- please..'' he pleaded, as he pulled away from the kiss, slipping his hands up her shirt, tugging at the hem.

,,Go ahead, baby.'' she nodded, giving him permission to slip it off, which he quickly did. Her black bra showcasing her breasts perfectly made Chris want her impossibly more.

,,Fuck, baby. I don't remember you looking like that..'' He groaned, his hands sliding back down her body to the waistband of her shorts. He tugged gently at them, before Evelyn lifted her hips, allowing Chris enough room to slip them off. Evelyn sat on the naked boy, in only her bra and underwear.

Chris let his hand slip to her panties, gently rubbing her slick folds through the wet fabric. She let out a small whine, causing Chris to chuckle.

,,You like that, don't you, ma?'' He teased, causing the girl on top of him to shake her head,

,,Know your place, Christopher.'' She grow;ed, causing him to immediately apologize,

,,s-sorry ma..'' he whined, his hands meeting her hips. ,,Jus wanna make y-you feel good..'' he pushed her hips down, causing her to grind on him.

,,Holy shit, baby..'' She gasped. She needed Chris so incredibly bad.

,,I-I wanna taste you, ma.. p-please..'' He begged, as Evelyn nodded. He sat up, his lips meeting her neck, sucking and biting, leaving deep red and purple marks behind. His lips trailed down her neck as his hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra.

As he slipped her bra off, his lips met her one of her nipples, his hand toying with the other. She let out a quiet moan, as her hands snaked up and down Chris' bare back. His mouth left her nipple, continuing to place kisses down her body.

He got to the waistband of her panties and sighed, before laying her back, his face between her thighs. She felt his hot breath on her core before feeling him place a soft kiss on her clit through the thin wet fabric of her panties.

,,So wet for me, ma..'' Chris mumbled, before pulling her panties off slowly.

,,Chris, don't tease me,'' Evelyn warned him, as he nodded.

,,Sorry mommy..'' he apologized, the name making her shiver. his mouth came into contact with her pussy, flattening his tongue, lapping it up and down between her wet folds.

''mmph, fuck, Chris.. making me feel so good..'' She whined, her hands quickly finding his hair, before gripping it tightly. His tongue met her clit, as he brought two of his fingers up to her mouth for her to suck.

She rolled her eyes but obliged, sticking his fingers into her mouth, coating them in her saliva. He pulled them out after they were soaked, and brought them down by where his mouth was. Evelyn forgot how hot he looked while he was eating her out, it was driving her insane. He slowly pushed one finger inside her, her letting out a quick moan, her head falling backwards.

,,H-holy shit..'' She moaned as Chris stuck another finger in her, continuing to pump inside her.

,,You taste so good, mommy..'' Chris mumbled, momentarily pulling his mouth away from her cunt. He quickly went back to work, and Evelyn was becoming a whining mess as he added a third finger.

,,Mhh, fuck- Chris.. I-I'm close-'' She struggled, as she felt her release inching closer. Her grip on his hair tightened, as her eyes squeezed shut, as she felt the knot in her lower stomach snap. Chris didn’t stop working his tongue, he continued to lick up all her cum.

His head lifted, and she quickly pulled him into a kiss, her legs shaking. She could taste herself on his tongue, but she didn’t care at all. She needed Chris so bad.

She pulled his body impossibly closer to her, his dick rubbing against her folds, causing both of them to let out a moan.

,,Fuck me already, Chris,'' Evelyn demanded. Who was Chris to deny her wishes? He pulled his dick in his hand, stroking it a few times, before lining it up with her hole.

He started to push in, and once the tip was in, he let his own dick go, to put both of his hands above Evelyn's shoulders to stabilize himself. They both let out groans as Chris continued to push himself deeper in her. He finally pushed all the way and waited a bit before starting to slowly thrust in and out of her.

,,Wait- shit Ev, your on the pill, right?'' Chris stopped and looked up at her, causing her to chuckle and nod,

,,yes, Chris.'' she rolled her eyes, and Chris started to thrust in and out of her again, this time at a much faster pace.

,,Mph- Fuck.. y-your so tight ma..'' Chris groaned, as Evelyn gripped his shoulders tightly.

,,d-don't stop, Chris..'' Evelyn pleaded, and Chris obliged. The male continued to thrust into her, both of them letting loud moans flow out of their mouths effortlessly.

,,M-mommy, I-I'm close..'' Chris panted, one of his hands making its way to Evelyn's hips, holding her in place. His grip was so tight, she was sure it would leave bruises, but that was the least of her worries right now.

,,Cum for me, baby.'' Evelyn moaned, and Chris did just that. He released his load into her, and she did the same.

,,H-holy shit..'' Chris groaned, as he pulled out of her and plopped down beside her on the bed. ,,You still regret it?'' Chris whispered.

,,Hm?'' Evelyn mumbled.

,,Do..'' Chris sighed. He propped himself up on his arm, looking into Evelyn's eyes. ,,Do you like me? Do you regret what we just did? Would you pick him over me?'' Chris asked, and Evelyn's eyebrows furrowed.

,,Of course i like you Chris. I wouldn't let you fuck me if I didn't like you. If I'm being honest.. i really like you. Like, a lot. I do this with you because I think it's the most I'm going to get from you. I know you won't date me, but i really fuckin like you, so I do whatever you want me to as long as it means I can have you.'' Evelyn sighed, closing her eyes, Expecting Chris to let out a snarky remark.

,,Who said I wouldn't date you?'' Chris asked her, causing her eyes to shoot open and look at him.

,,Chris, don't say shit like that when I have a boyfriend.'' Evelyn shook her head, and Chris chuckled.

,,Evs, we literally just fucked, and your worried about me confessing my love for you?'' Chris shook his head.

,,Yeah, I guess. I mean, I'm not worthy of him anymore, but if you confess your love foe me I'll feel so shitty.'' Evelyn confessed.

,,How come?'' Chris asked, tilting his head in confusion.

,,Because, Chris.. Your so fucking stupid. I've always wanted you. I started dating Jake, in hopes he'd give me everything you wouldn't. Like actually going out with me, cuddling, doing.. couple things, instead of just fucking all the time and leaving.'' Evelyn shook her head, and Chris' gaze softened.

,,Holy shit, Evvy.. Why didn't you tell me..? You know I wouldn't have wasted a second to get with you.'' Chris whispered, and Evelyn let out a frustrated groan.

,,Oh my fucking god, Chris. Don't pin this on me. You know good as hell I've always wanted you. You've just always been too 'scared of commitment'.'' Evelyn snapped, causing Chris to look at her sadly.

,,Evs. I'm so so so fucking sorry. I love you. You know that. And your right. I'm a pussy. I wanted you so bad I should've just asked you out before Jake got to. Damn me for that.'' Chris apologized, and stood up to put his clothes back on.

,,Chris, no.. I didn't mean it like that.. I'm sorry-''

,,No, your right. It's MY fault that I didn't ask you out. Forget the fact that you could've asked me out, no. Because in what fucking world would that happen, Evelyn? I'm sorry for loving you. I'm sorry that you love me, but I can't do shit about that now, since you got your new fucking boyfriend that you basically just admitted to not liking.'' Chris scoffed, as he finished putting his clothes on.

,,Will you go out with me?'' Evelyn asked as Chris was just about to walk out of her door. She wasn't sure why she asked it, she knew it was wrong, but fuck, she did love him. He froze.

,,What.?'' he asked, his heart beating out of his chest.

,,Chris, will you go out with me?'' She asked again, and he turned around.

,,What about Jake?'' He asked, and Evelyn stood up, and made her way towards Chris.

,,Fuck Jake.'' She said, her lips meeting Chris'.

[0a5-the-glue]

Life Goes On

*Picture from Pinterest*

Pairing : ot7 bts X Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Y/n is dead, but she left something for all of her favorite boys to let them keep a piece of her while they grief.

Words : 1k

Warning : Angst, mention of death

A/n : English isn't my first language, so there might be some mistakes.

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Chapter 2 : Taehyung

“Hey sweet angel, I know, I should’ve told you before, I know. Hope you’re not too mad at me? I know that you might think I didn’t trust you enough to say anything, but trust me, I trust you all so much. I just wanted to leave you a good last memory of me, you know? Wanted to see real happy smiles before I left. You are all of you too precious for me, I couldn’t imagine myself telling you and destroying all that good energy you have. I know it’s hard losing someone, and I’m sorry to be the person you lose. But seek comfort from the boys, don’t isolate yourself, angel. Please.”

Taehyung feels his heart tighten when he sees a little stain next to the words. Couldn’t be mistaken. It was your tears. He hovers it with his fingertip before going back to read the rest.

“I will forever cherish the souvenirs we built together, all of us, over the years. You were the firsts to treat me like a real person, act like I wasn’t made of glass. That’s another reason why I didn’t say anything. Selfish you’d say? I’m sorry. I liked how normal I felt around my boys. I loved living normally and not being treated with only pity. I lived my life to the fullest, I pushed down my fears and lived like there was no tomorrow. So, don’t you dare feel like I wasn’t happy, you understand me, angel? You did nothing wrong.”

He feels his tears rolling down freely on his cheeks, but he lets out a small laugh at the words. It was so you to just try to scold a little baby in a goodbye letter like this.

“If you feel the need to be mad, put that anger all on me, okay? Don’t push away the boys because of me. I completely understand, I would’ve probably been mad at myself if I were in your place… But please, please angel, don’t believe I didn’t love you all and I just did that because I wanted to hurt you. God, please don’t ever let that thought cross your mind angel. I love you so fucking much. I left something for you. Every single one of you has something from me. And last time we were talking about you learning guitar, right? Well, my guitar’s for you Tae. I wanted to teach you, and I’m sorry I couldn’t. I will listen to you playing every time! That’s a promise! Keep showing that pretty smile of yours to the world, Taehyung. Continue making music, or whatever makes you feel happy. Cure the sadness of the world with your lyrics. Thanks for letting me be part of your life for five years. Love you so much angel,  Xxx,  Y/n.”

Taehyung smiles sadly and presses the paper against his chest, clenching it in his hand. “Thanks for being part of my life, noona.” He whispers.

He gets out of his room, still wiping his tears off. He notices something from the corner of his eyes, and he lets out a shaky breath when he sees Jungkook sitting, back against the wall, beside his door. “Jungkook?” He murmurs.

The younger male smiles and gets up. “You’ve read her letter…?” He asks when he sees the paper in his hand.

Taehyung only nods and looks away to hold back his tears. Jungkook gets up and grabs Hyung’s forearm.

“I wanna show you something.” Jungkook pulls him toward the painting room. “Ready?” He asks, his hand on the handle.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for that, but I guess.”

He was, indeed, not ready. His breath catches when he sees the inside of the room you forbid them to come in. He looks around and grasps his younger’s hand to ground himself. “Is that what she left you..?” He mutters.

“It is,” he nods. “Wanted to show you this painting.” He points at the painting that was your last dinner with them.

Taehyung lets out a sob and walks toward the painting. “Have you shown it to the others?” He asks in a broken voice. Jungkook only shakes his head as a no and squeezes Taehyung’s hand. “Thanks for showing me, Kookie.” He whispers and pulls him against his chest, placing his arms around the boy’s hips.

-A weeks later-

Taehyung places a hand on top of your grave and pats it. “Hey there, pretty.” He murmurs. “Sorry I didn’t come to visit sooner.” He sits down and places a bouquet of flowers. “White roses, your favourite.”

He then looks around the cemetery to see if there was anyone and leans his head forward until his forehead bumps against the cold stone softly. “Miss you so much noona. Hope you’re doing well, but it’s hard without you.” He admits. “You know, Kookie was a sweetheart. He showed me your, well his, painting room last week. It’s so pretty there. Just raw emotions, felt overwhelmed, but such in a good way.” He smiles sadly.

-6 months later-

Taehyung takes the guitar, sits down on the edge of his bed and positions it against his thigh. “Hey noona,” he murmurs. “I’ve been practising our favourite song these past months.” He starts strumming the chords gently. “I like to think you’re listening, so here it goes.”

The strumming sounds more and more like the song, and he takes in a shaky breath. He starts to hum the lyrics of This Town. A song that you were both always singing together.

When he is near the end, a tear falls from his eye, and he sings in a broken voice the last lyrics. “Everything comes back to you…”

He places the guitar beside him and looks at your letter that he framed and placed on his bed table. “Here you go. Liked it?” He asks in a calm tone.

He takes the frame in his hands and smiles. “You know, six months is way too much noona. Feels weird without you here. But we’re getting there! I’m seeking some comfort from Jimini hyung and Jungkookie when it’s getting too much to bear.” He sighs. “Please know that I love you too, noona. And I’ll always do.” 

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[shadow4-1]

Sweet n' Silly Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

Ghost is a character who has so many different facets of his personality that he represses for one reason or another. Sometimes, though, he can't hide things well enough. Here are a few headcanons (NSFW Under The Cut):

Ghost is very picky about the masks he wears. If he buys them pre-made (which is rare - he likes to make his own, he can sew), they have to be a very specific type of fabric. Of course, it has to have all the tactical advantages, but it has to be SOFT most of all. All of his clothing is soft for that matter. This man will NEVER, I repeat NEVER, be caught dead in anything starchy or itchy or scratchy. Even his bed sheets are that crazy 1000 thread count cotton. He likes soft things.

Speaking of soft things, Simon carries around a very small square of quilted fabric in whatever extra pocket he might have. It's actually a piece of a handkerchief his mother sewed for him as a child to keep him from taking his baby blanket with him to school. It's old and tattered and stained, but he carries it with him anyway. It's been with him through thick and thin (and the grave). He doesn't need to sleep with it, but if he's severely stressed, he'll hold onto it and examine it for a little bit. Sometimes, that fabric feels like it's the only thing tethering him to earth.

Would absolutely love to get his nails professionally done, but because of his appearance, he doesn't want to intimidate some poor nail lady. Instead, he opts to give himself mani-pedis. Sometimes, if he's feeling rebellious, he'll bust out his trusty bottle of black nail polish and go for it. It's not like anyone'll see it under his gloves. And God forbid if you walk in on him painting his toenails. He WILL kill you.

Ghost has some interesting food habits. He'll honestly eat whatever if he has to, but he would much prefer to eat simple, almost childish foods. He likes things like pasta, sandwiches, juice, and pudding. God, he loves pudding. A giant bowl of hot mac n' cheese and an entire 6-pack of prepackaged pudding is his favorite meal. He KNOWS its bad for him and it totally fucks up his very specific diet he uses to upkeep his frame, but he can't help it.

Has an intense skin care and oral care regimen despite the fact that almost no one will ever see it. His smile would make you go blind because he practically bleaches his fucking teeth - and also because he chose to smile with teeth.

He's quiet for a multitude of reasons. Yes, it's because he's observant and wants to be in control of his surroundings. But it's also because deep down he's still a shy boy. He can stand up for himself and others if he has to, he's grown into that part of himself. But as for meeting new people, he's shy. He doesn't know you, and he doesn't know if he WANTS to know you. He'd rather just eye you up and let your actions speak for themselves. And that's why Johnny is one of his favorites. Something about a person who can outwardly show their genuineness is his kryptonite (although of course they don't have to be as much of a puppy as Johnny - take for instance Price or Gaz)

Absolutely detests physical touch unless he initiates it or it's fleeting. Handsy people piss him off. But a light punch to the shoulder, a tap or two? It makes him feel normal. Normal people aren't afraid to touch each other in that casual sort of way. Ghost is kind of normal. At least he tries to be.

Fucking sucks at flirting. He comes across as dry and uninterested even if it's the opposite. He just hopes the person he's interested in can pick that up so they don't run off thinking he's a prick. If they do then fuck 'em. Ghost is happy being by himself. He's been alone for so long, what's another few years.

Has a very silent praise kink. If his lover tells him anything good about him, goes straight to his ego. He won't show it, but that "I like being with you" went straight to his cock and made him puff out his chest. Of course you do. He's great. He's always been great. Now he's really going to show you how great he is.

Ghost is a huge scent guy. He's very picky about what scents he enjoys, and if he has a lover, he can and will throw out all of their expensive fragrances (and soaps and lotions, etc). His lover HAS to smell a certain way to him, and he'll supply them with whatever he deems appropriate. By the time he's done, his lover will have to adopt a whole new skincare routine. Smelling like sex is obviously one of his top picks, although once again, he'd never say that aloud.

He's a very, VERY visual creature. He knows it makes him come across as a creep, but he loves just watching his lover. He loves picking up on their mannerisms and their quirks. He loves watching their body move when walking or showering. He loves seeing wet stains in his lover's underwear and indentations of his teeth in their skin. He truly devours EVERYTHING with his eyes.

Gets aroused by the weirdest of things. Bare hands on metal, that section of skin in between the collar of a shirt and a throat mic, blowing bubbles in gum. Sometimes, he's hard for nearly an entire mission because someone's voice is too raspy in the comms. (And yes, he's an avid ASMR lover. Those tingles he gets goes straight to his dick and he's ashamed about it. He would absolutely die if his lover sees his search history. They can't know he wants their tongue in his eardrums - no one can.)

Rarely jerks off. He represses all of his sexual energy until he physically can't anymore. He knows it's because deep down he's traumatized. Pleasure is something he doesn't feel like he's allowed to have. His lover should be allowed to have it. But him? No. Jerking off feels like such hedonistic behavior. He feels like a degenerate after. No jerking off. Besides, the more pent-up he is, the sexier his dreams get.

He's always been afflicted by crazy dreams - mainly nightmares. Sometimes, though, especially if he's pent up his dreams get sexual. For the most part they're pretty tame, par for the course sex dreams but when he really gets pent up? When he feels like he's going to burst? His dreams get so realistic they might as be reality. He gets rough and possesive and fucks his lover into his mattress only wo wake up and have to come to grips with the things he's WILLING to do to them. He's so used to being disciplined that the moment that mask drops he can't look at himself in the mirror.

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

yk what. i’ll bite.

trevek is the most forced ship in the entire series. i despise the fact that they’re making them canon.

season 1 was so bad for them and season 3 even worse. they had almost no scenes where they seemed good friends. acquaintances in forced proximity, at most. i remember trying to ship them soooo bad because everyone was like “OmG oLd MeN yAoI!!!1!1!!1” but they’re SOOO BAAAD. there was this one scene in S1 when trevor was dancing and he (very nicely!) invited derek to ‘groove’ and derek was like ‘man leave me tf alone’. like wow yea derek sure seems to love trevor. he’s making heart eyes at him always! /sarc

I DON’T GET IT. IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. i can see it as a one-sided crush on trevor’s part, and then when he got mad at derek after the kiss (for some... reason......???????) i thought he would finally get over him. but then derek offers him that half-assed apology and all is fine in the world and THEY KISS.

when i tell you i was so. fucking. mad. i cannot wait for this show to be over so i will not have to think about these two ever AGAIN. i bet they’re gonna pull a “i’ve always loved you!!1!1!1!” with them like GETTT OUUUTTT. if they do that i will make it my mission to find every clip in which derek pushes trevor aside physically or metaphorically. derek is like those boys that taunt you in elementary because they ‘like you’. fuck you derek

i don’t even like. ship krysderek or tremily. but i want them to be canon over TREVEK. because truly unless you rewrite them from the GROUND there is NOTHING to be shipped and i mean NOTHING.

the potential is SO THERE. grumpy x sunshine. co-hosts. friends to lovers. i hate everyone but you. old men yaoi or whatever. IT IS SO THERE. BUT THEY JUST. CANNOT DO IT. ONC ARE IMMUNE TO MAKING THEIR CHARACTERS HAVE CHEMISTRY BECAUSE WHAT ISSS THISSSSS!!!!!!!

now in order to not have this ask just be an angry rant i’ll also submit a mini rewrite about them inspired by corn’s ask (linking said ask in the post): their S3 drama is entirely scripted. all of it.

so, krystal does get them out of jail. gets them to work for her. and trevor did like derek, but never states it on-screen. derek, on the other hand, is the most aromantic (and so so arrogant) man ever and does not like him back. he is still a dick to him, but eventually realizes his mistakes during the season and apologizes. trevor admits he used to like him, they laugh about it, they remain friends.

but god forbid there isn’t drama. so the network ends up scripting a plotline for them. apparently the tomjakeden love triangle wasn’t enough, there will be one between krystrevek too. great.

so to keep their jobs the three fabricate this love triangle. krystal and trevor laugh about how it’s DEREK of all people they’re fighting for and how it ‘should’ve been emily instead’, earning nods from the entire crew. trevor and derek have to redo their kiss scene a thousand times because “this dialogue is so fucking stupid” and “why does he just. kiss me. like that. what is going on” and other such things. they end the season being together on-screen and then publicly announce like a month later that they have broken up so they don’t have to force it for too long.

there. fixed it.

also if any of the 3 tremily shippers alive are seeing this. this can also include tremily. for fun. i love them a lot actually

🤔 i may... write this... when poolverine give me a sec to breathe and i cannot come up with more for them... maybe......... 🤔🤔🤔

disclaimer: i’m not trying to invalidate derek’s canon bisexuality by also making him aromantic, he can be both!

this is so real of me

corn’s post

[panzershrike-pretz]

Lanterns

Part 2

Disclaimer: If the timeline becomes confusing, remember my universe has time loops -> places where the time has been stopped. Tortuga is one of those places, it's stuck on the past behind a thin veil, while the present goes on as normal.

Summary: A Goddess who lost her faith, trying to get back to her senses so her family doesn't fall apart.

Warnings: ???nothing?? I think??

Taglist: @malarkgirlypop, @bucky32557038ww2 (if you want in or out, just tell me!)

-> Image below found here.

The day after the storm was calm. If it wasn't for Blithe, peacefully floating along the current, no one would even know about the gale of last night. Pacing around the main deck, all the damage was now visible.

"The mizzen really is broken", the Captain sighed, his hand on his hip as he lookesd up, wondering what exactly happened to it. "Cheer up, boys, we'll be makin' way to port earlier."

Peggy marched along the bow, sniffing whatever was left of the things caught up in thes raging battle against the weather. She was more than happy to find a dead fish, looking around before gulping the thing down - it didn't try to escape, which means it was food.

"Whatcha got there, big girl?", one of the crewmates asked, but it was too late. Being caught, Peggy simply ran off with her prise, leaving him to wonder what the fuck was up with that dog.

"Hey, Rodion, c'mere." The Captains voice was rough and the man quickly went to his service, following his glance. "What'dya think? We make it to Tortuga or stop earlier?"

"Earlier. Our sails are all ragged and we'd need a couple days far from trouble to get it all fixed."

The Captain felt defeated. He wanted to make the trip as quickly as possible and make port back in Tortuga before the end of the year, to properly celebrate, but he knew his impatience was what got them all in truble in the first place.

The ship creacked along, tilted a bit to the side. They still had enough water and food for weeks, but old Blithe wouldn't be able to make it to Tortuga - specially if they ended up in the middle of another gale or, may the Gods forbide, ended up face to face with a Man O' War.

"CHEER UP, JEREMY!", the First Mate yelled, far above them, sitting in the main mast's crow nest. She didn't exactly show up yesterday, which fuelled even more the Captains rage. He needed a break (and would've gotten one in Tortuga, dammit!).

Her smile was wide as she pushed herself from the edge of the nest, free falling for most part before opening her wings wide to glide the rest of the way down. The woman had a flask of some good ol' whisky in hand as she opened her arms, maybe to try and hug Jeremy's angryness out.

"Don't", he simply said, putting his hand up to stop her. "Where exactly was you last night, Athena?"

"Hmmm... wanderin'..."

The way she didn't even flinch while flat out saying she abandoned her crew had Jeremy really missing his old days in the Royal Navy - keel hauling would be very welcomed sometimes. But he couldn't simply keelhaul Athena. She'd break free - and damn him once again.

"Lis'en, Cap'n, I ain't lyin' to ya. I flew off. BUT!" And she put two of her fingers up, one of each hand, to stop him from speaking. "Good news is we're not far from some whatever-the-fuck town. We all can rest, get the Mizzen and whate'er else fixed, spend some money....... Jeremy, why ye lookin' a' me like tha'?"

"You flew off 'n left us in the middle of a gale. A big one. Why wouldn't I look at ye like this?" he almost growled. Athena wasn't impresesed.

"Look, Jerry, mate... sometimes things are just... ehh" she was saying, as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "I wasn't feelin' it, ya know?"

"Someone could've died, Athena."

"What would I do? Is Enoch's job to bury people! Gods, Cap'n, ye're as hard as a rock, aren't ya? E'ery last man is still standin'. No one died. We win!"

Jeremy was gathering all his strenght not to punch her right in the face with his iron hand; he knew that was just how Athena was. She was the Death Goddess, for Her sake, would she really care if a few peoples died?

He knew the answer: she loved her crew more than she loved booze, herself or flying. She'd give up both her wings for them. After all, she found a safe place for them to stay... but it didn't excuse the fact that she ran away without telling anyone. Again.

"Fiona, keep that mizzenmast in place, will ye?", he finally said, turning his attention away from Athena to look at the girl.

She was entertained in making little flower buds grow out of Peggy's fur, almost missing the order. She quickly got back on her feet, silent as always, while making her way to the mizzen. The plan was simple: make vines strong enough to keep it in place 'till they docked.

"Athy, wasn't 'cause of you flying away that your ol' crew did a mutiny? Wasn't it your daughter's orders?", Rodion asked, a playfull smirk on his face as the First Mate turned on her heels to look at him.

"Shut yer trap, bastard" she oushed him away, making the man laugh. "Get yer ass back in line, boy."

"As you wish, Mama Bird", he winked, then laughed his way towards one of the Captain's mates, Sirius, who didn't seem all that awake while steering the wheel.

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The rain and storm may not have killed or seriosly injured anyone, but it still made some victims to a cold. Pangey, for one, couldn't stop running around the lower deck, trying to get at least somethings in place so she could find the medicine.

"Do a potion", a woman said, making her almost jump. "We got some herbs and stuff, it'll work better".

"Miss Serpens, ya almost scared me to death", the other, with one hand above her heart, took a deep breath trying to calm herself. "Besides, I don't know how to make 'em and the crew aren't really all that inclined to wait. I'm just a medic, not some witch."

"Lucky for you, I am." Hydra had a sweet smile on her face. Pangey stood still, watching while she gathered a cauldron and enough stuff to use.

Pan didn't know any of the ingredients, but she still stayed there, against the ships counter, paying attention while the Goddess hung up her stuff and, with a little snap of her fingers, made a small spark light the coal and wood below on fire.

It was ingrained in Hydra's memory. She grew up loving potions and always tried something new - well, at least when her mom would let her, anyway. She used to do some harmless pranks on her brother - Sirius' face when one day he drank some tea and immediately started coughing up moths never failled to make her laugh. Granted, he never again accepted anything she gave him to drink or eat.

The lower deck was badly lighted by some lanterns, attached to the ship by chains so they wouldn't fall and break - yet, yesterday some still did. Everything was a mess that needed cleaning, but with half the crew ill, it would need to wait.

Pangey couldn't for the life of her seem to figure out where was the medicine box, amidst all the chaos. She didn't even noticed the way Hydra looked at her, while making somewhat funny faces trying to catch any memory of how the box was. They were all the same.

"Don't beat yourself up, dear", Hydra said as she grabbed a knife to cut up some of the herbs. "We don't really need them now. I'll make them feel better, you can catch a break."

"Still, i was never like this, so careless with the essentials. I always had something on me... that little bag, you remember? I forgot where it was."

"Down below", a boy said, looking almost greenish as he sat close to them.

"Where?"

"Laying with Davy Jones", he pushed his glasses in place. His hair was neatly put, not a single strand out of place - even when feeling bad, Horace could not bear the thought of presenting himself badly or even close to messy. "Hydra, is it finished yet...? I am dying here."

"The water is just now boiling, boy, you'll have to wait."

"But my nose is all... stuffed. I can't breathe well! And my throat hurts. Badly."

"Then maybe you need to shut the fuck up, it'll hurt less", another boy said as he passed, going up the stairs before Horace could even think of an answer.

"Oh, dammit. Why don't we just toss him overboard?"

"Because..." Hydra stopped, knife in the air, playful. "Enoch's important. And you know how things are: kill one of his and you are dammned for the rest of your life."

"I hate curses... almost as much as i hate having my nose all closed up! Pangeyyyy, help a guy out! I'm dying over here!"

"I wish, darling. We have no meds for now, you'll have to drink her stuff."

"Fuck."

Horace hated to admit that it worked in about half an hour. The potion acted quickly and he was feeling better in no time - which meant that everyone else was up too and the ship could finally be put in order again.

"Dammit, I found the meds", Pangey huffed, as soon as she began moving boxes. "Be real, Miss Serpens, you just put some spell on me so you could make a potion, right?"

"Not really", Hydra smiled. Pangey wasn't really sure if she could believe this one. "But now you know how to make a quick potion for colds, don't you? I see this as a win-win kind of situation".

"Gods do really love messin' around, don't they?"

"We do. But I wouldn't mess around with people's health. Believe me, if I knew where these meds were hiding, I'd use them."

She helped Pan push the box back to the infirmary, wich had it's door broken yesterday and sent all it's contents flying all over the room.

The two of them didn't really speak while working on puting stuff back in place - 'till Pangey turned to her and asked: "Miss Serpens, aren't you sad we'll not make it to Tortuga for yer Holiday?"

"Hum. Night of Libero Sanctis?", she shook her shoulders. "I wish we could celebrate it there, but Blithe needs to have a check up, right girl?" she pat the ship's wall, smiling as if it could understand the Goddess. Everyone had a slight feeling that Blithe did, almost like their own little surpestition. "At least we'll be together anyway, Panpan. That's what that night is about, not some silly trip to the beach."

"And definetely not about having to hear Miss Ezebel, 'ight?", Pangey raised her eyebrows, catching Hydra make a face.

"Yeah, definetely. Woudn't like sharing my special day with that harlot. Constance can have her island all to herself, I don't mind."

"Especially after this fucking storm."

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Peggy poked her head around the corner, making sure no one was looking as she skipped around with a sword between her teeth, tail violently wagging again.

It would be a problem to however found the dog and her new toy.

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[msfbgraves]

With all the angst going around, could we get a small little something with Terry and Danny having a quickie in the bathroom or something and trying to keep quiet because the pups are around lol? I remember you writing something about them doing this and one of the pups call them, and Daniel has to answer that he’ll be there in a minute even though he’s almost crying because Terry is fucking him so good haha 😈🔥

😈😆😋 Alright then:

Not many people would call this "freedom". But to Daniel, that's exactly what it is. After so many years of being shielded from Alphas, shielding himself from Alphas with a gun, a knife; years of a father, brother and sister all telling him the ways he might get taken -

He gets to give himself.

"I need you. Upstairs. Now." An Alpha, his Alpha, invading his safe little bubble (because he's in the middle of his day, devoted to his people, his house, his pups, and by rights, his Alpha has no place here now), and he gets to let him. Sure, there's a little hustle (there's dinner to be made and pups to be tended to, because he loves them, and they love him with a sweetness that breaks his heart to think of it, but there's no end to it, he'd never allow himself to even want to stop), but that makes his heart flutter all the more.

The tension, the delicious naughtiness of it, because nothing about this is allowed (the yielding to the Alpha goes against everything he's been taught to withstand; his duty as a Mama demands him to be present for his pups, and propriety forbids the rest of it), yet here he is. Upstairs, well within earshot of his babies, making himself the best little slut he can be, and not even a heat to excuse any of it.

The thought alone is enough to send a gush of blood and slick to his hole.

It's quicker like this, he'd defend himself, should he ever be made to speak of it. (Sometimes, he thinks of speaking it in confession, which makes him wet and hard, but he's not sure it's a sin; he's wed and mated.) Lying there, with his legs spread and pants down, rubbing the tip of his cock just enough to get the slick going. If he gets too much into that, though, the time Terry gets in, he'll never let him stop and dinner will be invariably ruined, or he will run late. No, he has to be ready to serve, for Terry to slip in and make Daniel lose himself in the fuck, to give everything he has to it, because it needs to be quick. To take it so good that Terry just rams him down the mattress - that's the only chance he has to go back to his day with only a slight blush to show for it.

But Terry is not going to make it this easy. He's agonizingly slow, angling his cock just right, even a hint of a knot though this isn't a heat and they both know exactly what they're doing.

"Terry," he begs nonetheless. "Pups, Terry."

It's a flimsy excuse. Real distress would cut through the sex for them both; Robby wanting yet another cuddle is not life and death, if the guilt is delicious.

"Hmmm," Terry says. "What if I'd knock you up like this, Danny boy?"

The chances are infinitesmally small.

But not zero.

"Oh, God," Daniel whimpers at the new wave of slick between his legs.

"Spread it, baby," Terry says. "Need to get you nice and deep."

Oh, it's good. It's so good. He's getting loud. Oh God. Oh GOD.

"Mama?"

Terry chuckles, clasps a hand in front of his mouth. "Not done yet, baby."

His other hand is on Daniel's cock as he picks up the pace.

"Mama!"

He needs to get to his pup but it's so good, so good, again, again, again -

"Mama!"

He spills over Terry's hand at the annoyed sound of his pup (Sammy), whimpers like a whore before Terry fills him up three seconds later.

Terry kisses his neck. "Duty calls, baby."

Daniel scrambles for what's left of his composure. "Be right with you, babygirl!"

Terry grins as he stumbles into his clothes, gives him a kiss and somehow manages to be out of the room before him.

"Daddy? What are you doing here?"

"I live here, Samantha, darlin'."

And whatever it is then: a playdate, ice cream, homework, puzzles, shoelaces, music or interesting rocks -

Daniel is exactly where he wants to be.

[evilminji]

Re-frame things! Probably! Binghe was DESPERATE for any excuse to keep believing in his Shizun. Right up until he couldn't anymore, and it all turned to hate. So Disciples who are nice to him? Coming from another peak? Probably with snacks and pets and "here! Hold this cute bunny!"? Sure, he'll buy into this. Whole heartedly. Sign him up for the news letter!

Shizun doesn't HATE him. No, no! See, Shizun is just "territorial" and "male adverse"! Feels UNSAFE. Like his territory is being THREATENED. Binghe out here, hiding in the trees, making Stalker notes.

Tbh... probably dressing up like a girl.

Cause I'm not gonna lie to you. They DO that on the Beast Peak. "Oh? The emerald tiger bird we found attacks men? Just don't be a man! Now go feed them! Chores are still chores!" There are gender changing roots. Berries. Powders. They wear off! Don't be a coward! That poor animal is SCARED!! D:<

If you gotta dress up as a FUCKIN CLOWN and do a lil DANCE, so be it!

Either Fuckin COMMIT! Or get off this peak!!

Binghe can respect that. He too, will do ANYTHING (Aaaaanything) for his Shizun! Plus? He feels kinda pretty! And people are WAY less likely to hit him when he looks like a girl! No WONDER Yingying-Shemei gets away with so much! This is GREAT!!!

Like? If it's stupid but it works? It ain't stupid. Shen Qingqui looks at the little beast, sees a GIRL, knows intellectually he's still a boy, but.... doesn't SEE a wretched little monster (male).... and? Actually has enough time to bypass his first, ptsd style, knee-jerk reaction.

..........half wonders if he should force EVERYONE to dress like women.

(Nah. They don't DESERVE it. The cretins.)

Binghe? Has about the Gender his Father has. Which is "man, unless my Sexy Wife doesn't like men, then whatever my wife wants". They know what they're about. But they ALSO are perfectly willing to be a fuckin WORM if that's what you're into. It's a Heavenly Demon thing, I'm pretty sure.

Meanwhile, Oc? Keeps visiting her Shibo. It's soothing. She respects him. She gets some good ol fashion parallel play in. He reads, she reads, neither of them talk. It's nice. Sometimes he plays music! It's beautiful music.

Do people outside of her/his peak start to think their courting? Probably. Because GODS FORBID an older man be friends with a female Disciple! Clearly his ignoring her, over piles of peak paperwork, is an act of LUST! Bastards. She and Ming Fan could spit blood. Pretty sure the cross dressing bun-hi DID spit blood. You know, after he BIT somebody.

At least HER Shizun checked! Didn't just start GOSSIPING out of "CONCERN". The man pulled her aside and asked what was up. She told him. He made her promise if Shibo, or any other man, made her uncomfortable, that she would tell him. He promised to introduce them to the tigers.

You know, LIKE A GOOD SHIZUN.

(Plus, everyone knows Binghe has his creepy little 547 step plan to becoming Shen-shibo's wife. It'll "only" takes a few centuries and the kid is CLEARLY prepared to kill any competitors. RIP to the Sect Leader, could never be her. Beast Peak Disciples know how to read Pack Dynamics! And THAT? That is MESSY. Them and Qing Jing are staying out of it.)

I~☆ Have Another SVSSS OC~☆

From the Beast Peak! Because Floofers! Babies! Borbs!!

Cause lets face it, you too, want to PET THE GIANT TIGER. Be bestest friends with that dragon. Have vivid horse-girl, ptsd style, cringe flash backs to "But MUMMY, why will the Giant Predator not LOVE ME!?!?"

It is ingrained upon your SOUL. Not something that ever truely leaves. And NOW?

NOW some of those giant fluffy predators can UNDERSTAND you! You can BRIBE them! Negotiate! Work to earn the RIGHT to pet the flooffums! Fuckin SCORE! All beasts are BABY! Look at um! Who's a good girl? WHO'S A GOOD GIRL?? *incoherent cooing noises*

Oc? Prob shows up to the test? COVERED in scratches, bits of fur, with patched up clothes, and some small tamed beasts in their pocket or hair. Actively staring at the Beast Peaks partner like: ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ IS THAT A (RARE DANGEROUS CREATURE)?! SO COOL/CUTE!

Like? Ah, yes, his people. The Beast Peak Lord will take that one. C'mon kid. We got cool snakes and birds that can eat people. (YAAAAAAY~☆!)

She then minds? Her business. Too busy with learning about beasts and beast-like plants. Helping relocate some on missions. Putting up barriers around newly discovered nesting grounds. Rescuing people who don't FUCKIN LISTEN from pissed off Spirit Beasts. That sort of thing!

They? Do NOT kill Beasts if they can help it. (Unless they are invasive) They are CULTIVATORS. A PART of this great big beautiful animal kingdom. Not BETTER. It's part of their cultivation path. Do as little harm as possible, outside of hunting to eat. (Except Abyss Abominations. Those ain't natural and are ALWAYS invasive. Kill um. Kill um ALL.)

Except! One day? While Shizun has already gone off to a Peak Lord meeting? Oh SHIT! The Qi Hunter snakes got out!!! FUCK.

Their bite destabilizes the qi in your body! Causes deviations until death! THERE ARE STUDENTS ON THIS PEAK. They could be ANYWHERE! QUICK!! Sound the alarm! Close the bridge! We can't let them spread to other peaks! They don't have proper safety gear there! Everyone! Get the youngest students OFF PEAK! Find them! Find those snakes NOW!

Oc? Oh she finds one. Cornering evacuating younger students. She draws its attention, manages to trap it in an over turned chest. But she's been bit.

There are too many. They need their peak lord. Need Qian Cao Peak's anti-venom stocks. She's... She's panicking. The venom already starting to destabilize her thinking. So? Instead of staying calm and NOT using her Qi, as she had been trained too. She send the students to safety, jumps on her sword, and bolts for the Peak Lord Meeting.

Never makes it.

Her use of Qi and panic cause her heart to spread the poison. She has a deviation mid flight. Drops from the fuckin SKY.

Right into the firm and lightning fast grip, of the reluctant to even attend, Qing Jing Peak Lord. Who was being intentionally late. Saw a student drop like a rock. And, while being a bastard, isn't an "I calmly watch random students drop to their death and do nothing about it" complete bastard. Doesn't mean he's pleased about it though.

At least... until he realizes she's Deviating. Then he's all business. Reluctant empathy. Is deliriously begged to take her to her Shizun. Qi Hunter snakes. Loose on the peak.

Well, then. He supposes he should actually get a move on.

He rocks up like a dramatic silk clad storm with a half dead Disciple in his arms. Very dramatic. Beast Peak Lord furious. He knew it. He FUCKING KNEW IT! Those snakes were WAY too dangerous to keep on peak! "The barriers will hold just fine!" HIS ASS!!! If any of his Disciple die, so HELP HIM-!!!

Oc has a long stay at Qian Cao Peak. Feels like shiiiiit. Blergh.

But! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Shen-shibo was amazing! He saved her LIFE, you guys! He's so COOL! (Shimei are sur-) (He's like a twitchy, haughty, and suspicious feral cat!) (Wait, wait, no... no I think she's on to something. Huh. *various heads tilt as Beast Peak Disciples squint* actually? Yeah. They totally see it.)

And like? So begins? The Socialization efforts of Shen Qingqui. Man shaped Abused Feral Cat(?). There is debate. They haven't figured out WHAT animal he's closest too... but the behaviors are there! And they can FIX that! This is their JOB! Their CALLING in life! Nursing abused and stressed creatures back to health, then releasing them back into their natural environments!

Shen Qingqui? Fuckin HATES it. He is NOT abused! Go away!

.......but the persistent defense of him. Snacks. Support and respecting of his boundaries? That? That can stay. (Sure! *makes note to rephrase things*)

Just? Oops, I accidentally Helped Invent Therapy for the sake of the Scum Villian, the Oc. All SHE wanted was to pet fluffy animals. Now she has a grumpy blorbo. He has ALL the issues! :D

@mayfay @babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn

[mayhemories]

Neteyam x readers kids to lovers eventually, before WOTW bc I carnt handle his death

Eywa, A Sign

Ohhh it kills me, I love this boy. He died for what? Pandora Jesus better resurrects him next time, or I will have words with Mr Cameron. Not sure if I did your request justice, hope I did <3 

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: None? Just straight fluff. Reader is an orphan trope/parental death. Mentions of death. 

Words: 1.58k

Author’s Notes: Neteyam is roughly 18/19 here, Reader is 18, Lo’ak and Kiri are 17, and my girl Tuk is still the same. Set before Way of the Water. 

Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!

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Many Na’vi died following Toruk Macto. Either due to the impact of the battlefield violence or, their wounds upon return to their clan. Your parents, two brave Omatikaya warriors, died at the hands of the Sky People during a routine raid on supply shipments. 

Jake and Neytiri were quick to take you under their care, love and protection. Practically becoming one of their own. Being a few months younger than Neteyam and a year older than the twins, Kiri and Lo’ak, you slipped right in.

Jake was never afraid to reprimand you like you were his own, either. Like the time you were twelve, Lo’ak eleven:

“Now what did I tell you two?” Jake had you and Lo’ak lined up against the wall of the clan stronghold, sprung by the Olo’eyktan from the moment you came sneaking back in after curfew. 

“Don’t be in the forest after eclipse-” You and Lo’ak mumbled under your breaths, knowing that Jake wouldn’t let up.

“Yes! That’s right, don’t be in the forest after eclipse!” he said, exasperated, holding his hands above his head, dragging them down across his face. “And where were you two knuckleheads?” His face was annoyed, though his eyes were soft. We were his kids, god forbid anything happened to us. 

“Look dad (y/n) had nothing to do with it, it was all me-” Lo’ak started, but you finished,

“Sir, Lo’ak didn’t want to go, I wanted to go.” You and Lo’ak shared a small smile, he was your brother, through and through. 

Jake shook his head, hands on hips. 

“Go, go, both of you. Wash up.” He was stern, but as you two skxawngs ran past him you saw the gentle smile lay on his lips. 

As you got older you noticed Jake becoming harder and harder on his boys. For whatever reason Lo’ak almost gave up on pleasing Jake, felt like he could never be enough for him, a spec of dust compared to Neteyam’s glittering gold. Maybe that was why, why he was so impulsive and reckless, consistently. Any attention being good attention for Lo’ak. Regardless of his intentions, you liked that about him. He encourages your sense of adventure like a brother should, was always there to catch you when you fall. Neteyam and Lo’ak were different sides of the same coin, both living to please Jake in one way or another. Jake saw himself in Lo’ak and that scared him, you knew that,

But Neteyam…shit, Neteyam. 

You always saw Neteyam differently. As kids, he felt too cool for you to be around. This developed over time as you, yourself developed. As you felt awkward and out of place in your body, tail giving away every thought and feeling, Neteyam got taller, got broader, got sweeter. As an awkward teenager, your little soft spot evolved into a full-blown crush. You kept it under wraps sure, Lo’ak teasing you here and there but he never thought anything serious of it. Shit, you tried not to think anything of it. He was the future Olo’eyktan, he was the future of the clan. 

Now, freshly eighteen you were considered a woman: A relatively fierce Ikran rider, bow made from wood of the tree to replace the Hometree that was lost to the Sky People, a hunter. You surpassed any ritual trail of clan-life easily, save for one. Save for probably the most important one. 

Finding a mate. 

So, here you were, kneeling on the beautiful deep green moss surrounding the base of the Tree of Voices. The tree was glowing purple, fading to a light pink and back again, streaks of white travelled up and down the tendril of the tree, where you’ve made the bond. The hum of the ancestors created a white noise in you mind, helping to create a true vision. Praying to Eywa always gave you a sense of calm, like all anxieties were being blown right through your body, energy settling itself back into the world. 

“My dear All-Mother Eywa, I come to you now for guidance, for advice.” You started, clamping your eyes shut to encourage any kind of vision, so that you may see into the realm beyond that of physical sight. 

Neteyam knew it was wrong, to listen to your private prayers with Eywa. But he did not make a move to leave his advantageous spot, hidden amongst trees and rocks, he could watch you freely. His whole life felt like it revolved around you, and your alluring presence, strong heart, strong mind. 

Neteyam officially became a man the year prior, it was expected of him as the future clan leader to have already chosen a woman. And, in some ways he had. It had always been you, it was always you. Neteyam loved you, and it was never as a sister as Lo’ak has. When you were children you would play family. Neteyam was the dad, you the mum, Kiri and Lo’ak the kids. Neteyam knew from a young age that he didn’t want to play family with anyone else. 

He assumed Neytiri always knew, too. She never pressured him in claiming a mate, or even talking about it. Jake, well he was less switched on when it came to Neteyam’s shy nature. He was always pestering Neteyam about it-

Jake had flown Neteyam and himself to a floating mountain so that him and his first born son could speak freely: “Look, I’m not even saying you have to mate straight away! But at least court someone Neteyam, you’re the future of this clan-” Jake started, but for the first and last time in his life, Neteyam cut his father off.

“I am waiting for (y/n)!” Neteyam yelled, holding the bridge of his nose, anticipating that Jake would come back with a raised voice as he most often did. It did not come. Instead Jake closed the distance between him and his son, wrapping his arms around his beautiful baby boy, who wasn’t a baby anymore. Neteyam loosened, wrapping his still lanky arms around his father. With his chin resting on Neteyam’s head, Jake chuckled:

“Well then, wait for her as long as you need.” 

“I love her.” Neteyam admitted quietly. 

“I know you do, kid.” 

Neteyam shook the memory from his mind, and focused back on your kneeling, praying figure in front of him. 

“My mother Eywa, what am I to do?” You felt exasperated, lost. “I… I am afraid that the one I love does not love me Eywa.” 

Neteyam’s chest tightened, although he always knew it was a possibility that you may not want him, he tried his hardest swaying anyone else’s decision in the matter. The glares he had sent to all the young na’vi during their teen years, and at your own ceremony of womanhood, Neteyam made it clear with growls and possessive hovering that he was waiting for you. Although, maybe he could’ve made it clearer to you. 

“Great Eywa please, please show me a sign that Neteyam and I will be named mates.” you whispered, scared to admit his name in the scenario, aloud. 

Neteyam felt like he could vomit. He slowly approached you, kneeling beside you, as if he were beginning to pray, himself.

You could feel his heat, his being as he sat down, you didn’t need to open your eyes to confirm. Besides that, you could feel all the blood drain from your body and rush back up to your cheeks and ears. Clearing your throat, you decided that this was a good a sign as any. 

“Neteyam” You opened your eyes, his beautiful warm honey ones already locked on your face, “how much of that did you hear?” 

Neteyam hung his head in shame, shaking some of his braids from their resting places, blood rushing to his cheeks. 

“I am so sorry, I know I shouldn’t have listened to your private words spoken with Eywa.” Neteyam spoke softly, like he always did with you. “But I could not help it, especially knowing you have not chosen a mate yet.” Neteyam spoke around a lump in his throat, “I needed to know why.” 

Your mind was rushing a million miles per minute. But fake bravado was something that Lo’ak taught you, and something you could hide behind.

“You know, you haven’t chosen anyone either. My ceremony was last week, yours was last year.” You said, catching his eye again, with a slight smile on your lips. Neteyam laughed. Shit, you loved that sound. You could die happy now, hearing his laugh. 

“I have chosen,” your stomach dropped at his words, though sensing your anxiety Neteyam wove one of his hands with yours, and pinned you to the spot with his warm eyes. “I just had to wait a year for her to choose me too.” 

And all at once it felt like Eywa had breathed life into you, and Neteyam. Like your soul was made of milk and honey and you were going to flow on forever. 

You kissed him, your hands cupped his beautiful face, his slender fingers settling on your waist, nestling between beads and cloth. 

He came out of the kiss laughing, needing air. You let out a laugh too, keeping your foreheads together. 

“I see you.” You whispered, still scared that if you speak too loud this dream will dissipate into the colours of Pandora’s jungle, floating away from you entirely. 

“I have only ever seen you,” Neteyam said, smiling. His silver freckles set alight from the glow of the Tree of Voices. 

Happiness was simple.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hades x Reader || Drabble

Plot: Zeus comes over to visit, and meets you.

Warnings: The Olympic Family?

"And you must be the mortal that's taken my brother's interest for so long! Nice to meet ya!" You can only describe Zeus' voice as booming as it reverberates off the echoey surfaces in the Underworld, exactly like thunder. It’s not a surprise, that's what they always said he would be like, but it is rather distressing still, and you only just manage to hold your hand out for him to shake through your surprise; Eyes wide.

"Uhm... yes- "

He shakes, not exactly hard, but large and he just about lifts your much smaller form right off your feet on the up part. "Oh!" You end up much closer to the god then you intended, and he doesn't let go of your tiny hand until Hades comes up behind you and guides you back; A nasty, forced grin on his face.

"Okay, okay bro... hands off the merchandise. This one’s mine."

Relaxing under Hades' hands and no longer in Zeus', you offer a warm smile. "It’s nice to meet you too, sir." Oh- you can tell exactly how much Hades dislikes you calling Zeus sir, by the twitch one of his hands gives on your shoulder and the flicker of heat he suddenly emits, but you aren't about to disrespect the king of the gods - despite being loud and slightly creepy,- so Hades is just going to have to suck it up.

"Yeah yeah yeah- Glad to see you two finally meet, and all that. So hey- Zeus- what are you doing here?" Hades asks, almost in monotone- clearly not caring whether he sounds rude or not. You look over your shoulder and up at him with a calm down crazy, kind of look on your face- but he's too busy keeping steady eye contact, with Zeus.

Rolling your eyes, you give a sigh. Men.

Zeus doesn't seem to notice the hostility though, funnily enough, and waives Hades' question off with a large arm. "Oh, Hera's redecorating our chambers- once again. So I thought to myself, why not come visit my brother in the Underworld! Huh?"

For a good moment Hades just sputters, and you wince. Oh boy...

"Huh?" He repeats, sounding weak. He starts rubbing his thumbs into your skin out of nervousness, and it feels nice of course, but it is a dead giveaway that he's close to losing it. By shifting your shoulders subtly, you remind him that theirs a person he rather likes underneath them, and not be too brutal. "How- And um, how long is the... redecorating effort, gonna take doya think? Because, bro, I'm more than happy to help out! Send over some minions, ya know, move it along- "

"Oh, pish." Zeus gives a shake of his head, patting Hades hard on the shoulder. "Hades, you're too charitable. She's got it! Now- why don't you show me around this big ol place?? Can’t believe I've never been here! Ha ha!"

As you feel Hades start to reach a dangerously high temperature, you slip out of his hands and take the reins of the situation, yourself. "What a good idea! We could start with the throne room- "

"Do you have a possible estimate for how long its gonna take, huh? 2-3 hours? A day???" God forbid it be more.

Zeus thankfully ignores his brother this time, though, eyes not-so-thankfully- on you. "Whatever you say, mortal, I'm at your mercy. The throne room sounds wonderful."

As you point Zeus in the correct direction and he starts a jolly saunter that way, you stay back a couple feet to touch Hades’ arm and- oh, ow, shit- yes. Boiling point.

"Run me some numbers!!"

… This is going to be a long night.

[corbcro]

a musician at his very core, rhythm was something kenny had in abundance. the dances he had learned in the capitol were stuffy, full of proper posture and steps so unforgiving if even one step was wrong, every single one in attendance could tell. and talk and judge and whisper. god forbid you’d have that. the white family had to work to maintain a delicate balance. distinguished enough to fit in with capitol citizens but poisonous enough for them to know to never disobey. the whole ordeal was exhausting with kenny never desiring any role in it and his father, armed with this knowledge, pushing him even further. it is going to make you a man, kenneth, you will learn the importance of power. the lesson that fear and influence will bring you more than anything else in this world. all the distance he had put between his family and himself and still his daddy’s teeth were still sunk into him like a parasite. no, NO! there was no room in his mind to be remembering. that was not him, not his life, not his own. this was his life, the one he had unearthed with desperate hands digging so deep the dirt was still stuck under his nails.

the dancing was entirely different. they was nobody watching. the two of them could do whatever, be whoever. screw the capitol, the damn games year after year, the damn president, screw all of them! kenny was going to fucking sing. the heaviness in kenny was far from him in this moment. replaced by everything simple, good and right. happy even! the raven haired boy laughed in response to the others actions, singing and clapping along to the music. if he could live in this moment forever, or death came for his dues, kenny would welcome with open arms. he didn’t care about living long; he only wanted to live. “ funny you thinkin’ there was choice other than yes! ” a laugh escaping from the boy as his cheeks flushed with breathlessness and warmth. what a sight to behold! taking blaze’s hands in his and leading him in the dances as wall.

the songs (x, x, x, x) faded one into the next, but not always seamlessly with the connection cutting out at times to be interrupted by capitol reporting only to come back a few seconds later with the song continuing. kenny danced, and sang, and stomped throughout it all. yes, there will be singing in the dark times just the same as there was in the light.

Blaze was too excited about the radio to look to Kenny at first — which was why the words surprised him, and he snatched his own hand away as if the yellow box had been burning. A child robbed of its candy, that's what Blaze looked like; expectant, somewhat surprised eyes under knitted brows, caught in his mischief. Too carefree before even learning the rules, it seemed. He nodded at the other, a silent promise to respect boundaries. To be more mindful. And maybe quieter as he learned it through.

The story was easily imagined though— he could totally picture that happening. One would maybe suspect the excess of details... but Blaze was just too trusting right now. Especially as he got so involved in the other's presence and spirit... Just slightly taken aback by the news the radio transmitted. You see, sometimes, even after running away, Blaze had the ignorance, or the luxury, of forgetting that was the world they lived in — only for his thoughts to come back from time to time, reminding him of the big picture that he had yet to understand better. It was such a relief to find, finally, music, though... and one good enough to relax and dance, it was. No need to think of the hunger or the unfairness. He just needed to be.

This was the kind of song, the kind of lyrics, that brought a sense of companionship. As if such a thing could actually exist in this corrupted, broken world.

"Dance?" he laughed, his momentarily quietness broken. Of course Kenny was one into dancing! The way he moved screamed it. "Well, I can't dance" he said, but he took the other's hand anyway, not feeling like letting that nice treat go just after having his candy taken. There were things he could touch in certain moments. And others he couldn't. He could learn that. "I can't dance for my life, in fact. But I can have fun" he winked.

It certainly had something to do with the neat thing his hometown called dancing — something so... boring, and which he was unable to perform, anyway. But this... this he could do. And Blaze did start to dance right after, letting go of the other's hand (the one he had basically used to get them closer). His feet moving, and his hair was thrown way more than needed; not gracious at all. But certainly amusing and memorable.

Being free was just so, so good.

[howl-fantasies]

A/N - Roses are red, corpses are blue how would Gotham villains act when they are in love with you? 🌹❤️

ED NYGMA / THE RIDDLER

Oh boy, poor Eddie would be in absolute DENIAL. And the Riddler will help greatly with the denying.

You never learn Ed?! Nobody loves you, whining and pathetic little boy and I will NEVER love anyone.

This person is NOTHING we are so much better than them, they are stupid, uninteresting, don't worth our illustrious presence!

Still, he would look at you dreamily from afar.

Only romantic riddles would pop in his head like popcorn as soon as you're in the same room as him. Can fill many notebooks with it and will do it, then hide it somewhere in shame and swear he would never read it again (Spoiler : it never works and he takes it back to fill it again).

Riddler would be especially harsh with you, to try to push you away. Will immediately regret it though and silently hope you wouldn't hate him.

If you love him too, choose your words VERY CAREFULLY. 100% chances to have a blade against your throat at one point.

If you survived the blade, and convinced him you really are in love with him, he would be an amazing lover.

Will do anything for you, from killing a man to go buy milk in a giant mall during black Friday if it's what you wish.

His genius IQ will be used to protect you from Gotham villains, especially Oswald 👀 we don't want another IsabellAAAAH (why is that so difficult?!)

Ed would be the kind, sensible, attentive and goofy lover when in control.

Riddler would be mischievous, mature, handsy and challenging when in control.

Sometimes the two are with you at the same time, prepare to switch from goofy to pervy in a sec.

Will cook for you incredible dishes, from whatever country you want, cleary he'll show off his chef's talents 👨‍🍳

Floriography master here, so learn the language of flowers dearie 💐

Careful to regularly affirm your love and loyalty to him and prove it. If doubts are eating him, especially at the beginning, he would stab you. 😬

Super jealous, would prepare his trickier conundrums for the person who dared approach you or put them under a hydraulic press and crush them to death. For your sake, they will be eradicated and for his, they're gonna suffer. 👀👀

Oswald Cobblepot

Like Ed, Oswald recognizing his feelings would take AGES.

You're his dearest friend aren't you, that's normal if he wants to be with you 24/7, know what you are doing, and absolutely forbid you to have a love life. Your precious friendship doesn't need a nuisance between the two of you.

Eventually, thanks to Olga's incredible conversation skills - she would always look Oswald like this when the two of you are together 👀👀👀👀👀👀- he would realize his deep infatuation.

Be PATIENT. The little cinnamon roll will need to train with an empty chair to prepare a perfect confession.

You can assume he would finally tell you when he invites you for dinner, sweating bullets.

If you love him back, god. He would be on top of the world. May even cry a bit. Give him a hug, and a kiss 😩

Then would become paranoid and would be glued to you to be sure you would never be abducted by a Galavan no.2

Tabitha and you would NEVER be in the same room at the same time, he would make sure of it.

Victor Zsasz would be your personal body guard, he's the only one skilled enough to protect you from Cobblepot MANY foes.

He would be a great lover too - when not throwing tamtrums -. Super attentive, would love to hear about your day even if it was pretty mundane. Very good listener. He would always try to touch you when you two are alone, he craves your touch, your full attention, your kisses.

Would spoil you rotten with jewels, dresses or costumes or whatever you want to wear and even make it for you. Flowers, flowers, flowers he's an old fashioned man and, like Ed, and knows Floriography. 💐

He would be much more patient with you than the rest of common mortals.

Will throw tantrums though. Brace yourself and maybe wear a hearing protection. Just let him vent, he would calm down eventually.

Oswald is VERY jealous. If someone is looking at you in a way he doesn't like, poor dude would be dead with a broken bottle in his neck. Or an umbrella slide down is throat 😬

VICTOR ZSASZ

First thing first, he would develop a massive obsession with you. Will search and find EVERYTHING he needs and doesn't need to know about your person.

Why are you so fascinating? He can't exactly point it out. So to find out, he needs to stalk you everywhere until he understands. I mean QED 🤷🏻‍♀️ (NO!)

Tons of pictures and videos of you, would definitely steal your most precious things, like a necklace to wear it all time as a charm. Would also steal your underwear, maybe wear it too as a charm who knows what is under his infamous black outfits 🤔 imagine a panties necklace 😂

When he'd understand that he loves you, damn that'll be tricky. First he would probably frowned hard and be furious what is he doing? Love? What kind of fuckery is that? You're a nuisance in his grand plan to free human kind from life. You need to die.

He would try to kill you, with a sniper riffle. It didn't succeed when he wanted to stab you, your mesmerizing eyes distracted him, what was this shade? He would need to invent a name for it since it's so unique... Anyway! Sniper would do better. But oh boy... He wouldn't be able to pull the trigger. Not seeing you ever again, not have a chance to touch your skin who looks as soft as a peach, to see the life in your eyes... Fuck him, he's deeply in love.

Would 100% break into your flat and wait for you with wide wild eyes to tell you... Something... Anything but that he's in love with you. "Look sweetheart, from now on, you'll live with me. Better security, better furnitures. Don't say no, I don't want to carry you like a sack of potatoes." "... Ok? But who the fuck are you dude?! "

If you love him back, man, be ready for sweet sweet pet names, his best goofy lines and smiles, can be a true gentleman when he wants to. He would introduce you to his Bubbe.

But don't let your guard down too much sweetie, he is dangerous. Can switch from a lethal goofball to a very cold and dominant lover and don't you dare being bratty or do it at your own risk.

100% into BDSM, has much toys in store than a S.x shop and absolutely knows how to use it. Has a blood kink too.

Not too jealous, I mean who would be jealous of dead bodies freshly shot, or skinned alive? 👀😬

JERVIS TETCH

Congrats... You're his Alice. 🎉😬 He would be head over heels for you and would know it the second his eyes are on you. You're his muse, you're his queen, you're is EVERYTHING. *yandere alert here too*

He would always have his eyes on you, be it directly or with the help of his white rabbit or hypnotized people. He would never stop running after you and would do the most atrocious things to make you his.

Would be tempted to hypnotize you but wouldn't do it in the end. He wants you to love him as much as he does without this little trick. Instead, be ready to be invited at many tea parties.

Would work for HOURS to bake your favorite cakes and sandwiches, steal the most extravagant and fragrant teas just to impress you and spoil you rotten.

Will buy and send you tons of dresses, flowers and cute stuffed toys.

If you love him back, he would - like Oswald - be on top of the world. He would be a patient, very polite, and gentleman lover. Singing your praises all day and until he'd fall asleep.

Would want you with him 24/7, always have to feel one of his hands on your arm, knee, waist when you're in public. Would kiss your cheek and temples too.

In private he would always be next to you, very handsy and clingy. But will always asked for your consent before pushing things further. He's a gentleman after all and you love him deeply yes? So you wouldn't say no, would you? 👀👀

Might ask you to take the virus, just to be sure you'll be totally devoted to him. Slaughters and craziness would be a plus but his main priority is to ensure that you would never EVER leave him.

If you go somewhere without telling him before, he would panic. And hypnotize all Gotham just to bring you back to him.

Wouldn't hesitate to tie you to a chair, but always in front of a buffet to celebrate your return. 🍰🍩🧁🍪🥄

Do it once he may forgive if you plea for his forgiveness. Do it twice, he wouldn't hesitate to hypnotize you this time to keep you with him until world ends.

Very jealous, will 100% hypnotize the menace or use the Red Queen poison and show him why he's called the Mad Hatter. 😬

JONATHAN CRANE

Poor little cinnamon roll would choke behind his mask when seeing you 🥺

He didn't know he would ever feel that terrorized again. You're so beautiful in his eyes, so perfect that he would be paralized.

He would flee as soon as you enter the room he's in. You're too much.

Be patient, he would learn how to stay in your presence, he would just be very quiet at first. And after weeks of silent treatment would finally tells you : "what scares you the most?" in the most creepy tone you'd ever hear. Ok... Don't let that spook you, he really gave his best to break the ice, he's just clueless about how properly flirt with someone and fight his inner terror to talk to you. 🥺

If you love him back, terror will explode in his body. Oh god. What is he supposed to do now? His father didn't have a journal or guidelines for that! Oh dear... Please give him gentle directions, show him affection he craves it so much. But baby steps with the fellow, he needs to be handle with patience.

You'd be the first to hear about his lastest inventions, his progress, he would tell you everything and expects you to do the same with him.

Super sweet when he get the "what to do and don't" with your s/o. Clingy AF too, and super insecure. How could you love him, he's a monster, he does bad things for a great purpose, yes, but you shouldn't be involved in it, he knows how heartless and dangerous Gotham criminals can be. Would be paranoid about you being captured or injured.

He would definitely make a special defense gauntlet just for you with is toxin and gave you HOURS of lecture about how to use it and how you should never breath it if he's not here to ensure your safety.

Would offer you to inject the toxin to free you from fear. Be realistic dearie, you'll have to deal with it eventually and take it if you want to live your perfect criminal idyl with Scarecrow 🙆🏻‍♀️

I can picture him as a very devoted lover as an adult, mature, calm and loyal to death. He would go as far as Fries did for Nora and even further if needed. You and his grand villain plan are the pillars of his life.

As jealous as Tetch and Oswald but it would take him longer to notice when another person is hitting on you. But when he finally understands... Poor suitor would never get out of the nightmare. 😱

JEROME VALESKA

😬😬😬😬😬😬😬 Poor you. Oh poor you. That being said, he would be obsessed with you. Especially who you could become if you let your true self being free.

He would accept his obsessive love for you as easily as Tech. What's the point in denying it? He should instead make it a great beautiful chaos with the two of you wreaking havoc in town!

Will put you through hell to bring your darkest side out. You don't need to become a violent chaotic sociopath like him, just be super cool with what he's doing and enjoying yourself as much as he does when slaughtering Gotham citizen for fun, even if you just watch.

Will try hard to make you laugh, brace yourself for gore, disturbing and macabre humor 👀 if you're not laughing, then you need to be pushed harder into insanity.

Careful with him, as Jeremiah, he wouldn't mind hurting you even badly to make you love him back. Jerome wouldn't mind curving a matching smile on your beautiful face, so smile for your survival dear.

If you love him back, he would feel unstoppable.

Would want you to always tag along when he's fooling around.

Always calls you to point how hilarious what he did was, "Look at this Y/N! Can you see his face? That is true fun!" SMILE!!!

Don't count on him too much to assure your safety. But if you're injured, he'd be really mad at the responsible and torture him to death, but always in a fun way to be able to make you laugh despite the pain.

He's a narcissistic guy, he would expect you to praise his incredible performances and flamboyant persona.

Would praise you too eventually.

Very handsy in private AND in public, don't you dare be a stick in the mud and deny him his fun with your body. 😬

He would make a huuuge effort to listen to you if you need attention and would try everything to comfort you if you ever feel sad, like creating a big circus in the middle of the city and kidnapping Bruce to put him inside of a giant canon. "Look Y/N, gonna send Billions of dollars in the air!"

Jealous. Jealous. Jealous. Will kill your suitors in a way that would make him LAUGH TO DEATH. 😬🤡

JEREMIAH VALESKA

You're as important as Bruce for him. But if Wayne is his dear best friend, you're his very cherished significant other.

It wouldn't take too much time for him to realize how much he loves you. But as Jerome did, he would want you to become your true you. And for that, he needs to kill all your relatives, friends and everyone you potentially appreciate except him of course.

He would be your guide in the insane path he wants you to take. Listen to him and strictly do as he say or you would suffer for nothing and waste precious time in your metamorphosis.

Would always know where you are, with who and what you are doing.

Don't you dare try to escape him or he would create a very special labyrinth just for you. One you would never cracked without him.

If you love him back, he would expect a total devotion from you. You must worship him and his incredible genius.

Would make sure to keep Ecco in line and not risk her to harm you. But careful here, if he suspects you to not love him enough, he would make her challenge you and the prize would be his affection.

You have to be ready to blow your head for him as she did. Fortunately, he would stop you before you pulled the trigger, he loves you too much to take the risk, right? Or maybe he already knows that the bullet wouldn't be here this time? So you can shoot without a fear... right?

If you survived so far, first congratulations, second, he would spoil you rotten too. Flowers, jewels, grande couture outfits... You would have it all. 👸🤴👞👠👗🧥

Will be attentive to your "Well being", mature lover, a very good listener.

ALWAYS ask him how he is doing. He isn't as blunt and obvious as Jerome but the two are freaking narcissists! So give him your full attention, praise his plans and don't you dare doubting him. Plan A didn't work, so what, he has B, C, D, E, F coming if needed, he's always three steps ahead, you should KNOW that since you love him.

Jealous. Jealous. Jealous. JEALOUS. He would be very cold and methodical to teach your suitor a deadly lesson. Don't have any problem to implant one of his bomb inside of their stomac and expose them to the whole city to show what happens when someone is hitting on you 😬

[bluwurld]

How would bully satosugu react when u get a “boyfriend” (some random loser lol)

When i saw this i just wanted to reply w “y’all evr heard ab cuckolding” n leave it at that but then i couldn’t stop thinking ab it so-

I don’t think they’d even let any men near you, always keeping an eye out for whatever idiot that’s bold enough to approach you or flirt with you, pulling the poor boy aside for some casual small talk but any passerby could tell by their tone alone that it was anything but friendly dialogue.

It always started out normal, with a hulking arm around the boy’s shoulder, smiling and cracking jokes and yet, they always seemed to cower in Gojo and Geto’s grand presence. Something about them just screamed authority. Maybe it was because of the way Gojo took his shades off to get a better look at the moron, properly stare him down, or maybe because when they spoke it sent a shiver up their spine, words that seemed so ordinary somehow laced with an under lying threat and god forbid they see Geto without his usual smile, all because he no longer felt the need to be unnecessarily nice.

The pair were terrifying when fueled by anger and jealousy.

Despite everything you never found out about their little encounters with your admirers. Nor were they ever stupid enough to take their anger out on you, it’s not your fault you were such a pretty little thing, always longed for and sought after.

But I guess that changed once they saw you standing outside your house, they were just gonna pay you a surprise visit over the summer break, instead they were met with an astonishing discovery of their own, you talking to the loser that lived next door, giggling so sweet at whatever stupid joke he felt the need to make. There was a reason why they hadn’t ever seen him before, because your little secret didn’t go to the same university as you and them. Gojo almost lost it when the blushing boy caressed your arm, leaning in to plant a quick, chaste kiss against your rosy cheek and you let him. He was so sweet to you, you couldn’t help but reciprocate his feelings.

They decided it was best to let you know exactly why that wasn’t too good an idea princess.

I mean come on sweetheart they leave you alone for a week and you go and get yourself a useless little boy toy? You really didn’t think this through now did you?

So as one would expect, next thing you knew you were splayed out on Suguru’s lavish bed, your little summer fling tied up and thrown into one corner of the room, left to struggle on the floor while they worshiped you in front of the devastated boy. Mocking him by kissing every inch of your beautiful body. Licking and groping so very inappropriately.

Showed him all the lovely sounds you could make. You cried and begged hoping one of them would listen, but even Suguru was feeling extra mean today, paying you no mind. Only focused on feeding into his oral fixation when he settled between your soft thighs, teasing you with his tongue for what felt like hours but never letting you cum, call it punishment for wanting another man or call it being possessive, those pretty moans and whines you let out when you came, how your back arched and your brows furrowed, tears pouring out relentlessly, especially the way your thighs shook so deliciously, that was just for them to witness wasn’t it sweetheart?

But even all that wasn’t enough to settle their anger, so when Geto made you ride his pretty face while you made a pathetic attempt at taking his big cock in your mouth, as per instructed. Gojo made sure the moron was watching, roughly grabbing onto his hair to make him look. Not even blinking was excused because he should be eternally grateful he gets to see you like this, it won’t be happening ever again so he might as well make the best of his luck, which wasn’t far from running empty.

It only took a couple broken fingers and a grade four concussion before they were certain the boy wouldn’t ever even dare glance your way again. Whether he lived next door or not.

As for you sweetheart, what should they threaten sweet little you with? Can’t be a good time, they’ve tried that already. Maybe they should just keep you, that way they could always keep watch over you. Surely even you must be somewhat aware that you’re too naive to be left to your own devices, falling for the first person that’s kind to you? Maybe they can have you live with them to teach you right from wrong sweetie.

[slocumjoe]

PLeaLSE gage headcanons LITERALLY ANYTHING fluffy I BEG

*cracks knuckles*

Separated into normal, shippy, and miserable. Everything nasty is below the big red banner.

Will whistle at songbirds when he sees them, if its safe to do so/won't attract anything. Knows a lot of different calls/songs. One of the few times a random person will see him genuinely smile, is when he gets a back-and-forth with the little things.

Have said before, but enjoys whittling. Crotchety asshole, but he did it to make toys for his younger siblings (of which he had a lot) and friends. If a kid wanders up while he's doing it, curious, will offer to teach them how and gives them whatever it becomes. He doesn't need it, it's just wood. But it seems a waste to just chuck all that work in a bush or whatever.

Knows how to be helpful in a kitchen/campfire/general cooking affairs. Also said this before, was a mama's boy, and always helped her around the house. Very good knifework. Has a habit of going 'behind' whenever he's...well, behind someone while cooking. Their kitchen was small and god forbid you bump into Ma and she spills something.

Knows a lot about creepy-crawlies. Dislikes your standard wasteland bugs, but spiders, bees, ants, stick bugs, etc, from the Old World? Like snakes, very into them. Would be the type to approach arachnaphobes with his hands closed, telling them to guess what he had. It would be nothing. But you wouldn't know that from his grin.

Related, good with animals. He was raised on a farm, after all. Likes most of them. Out of all of the other companions, Dogmeat is the one he likes the most.

Also have said before, but will keep an eye on a buddy/associate/whatever if they're drunk. Like, Gage won't let you walk off with a stranger while you're pissed. And he certainly won't let a stranger walk off with you, if you catch my drift. He hates alcohol and alcohol drinkers, but fuck, he doesn't want that kind of shit happening. It's a remenent of being the eldest child, gotta look out for everyone even if they're pissing you off.

shippy stuff

Extremely physical, but reserved. Won't initiate anything, not even to hold hands. Rarely acts like he needs/enjoys it. It takes time for Gage to be open like that, visibly affectionate. Once he is, though, clingy. Cuddle-every-night kind of guy, doesn't understand why you'd sleep in the same bed if not touching.

Cat-like. Will kinda...nuzzle, bump their foreheads together, lean his head on theirs, etc. If this is brought up he will stop doing it forever.

Will fall asleep if given a massage. Gage would let someone touch him like that only if he trusts them more than himself. Its not a much bigger leap for him to fall asleep with his back to them.

Preferred sleeping position is laying on his partner in some capacity, either on their shoulder, chest, stomach...again, cat-like. Not often he initiates affection, but once he does, personal space is a foreign concept.

Hug-from-behinder

All of these have something to do with sleeping, you might notice. Gage does not let people see him sleep, know where he does it. The ultimate sign of trust from Gage is being unconscious around them. And if he wakes up unharmed, unfucked with? It would take a fucking lot for that person to lose his loyalty and love. They're basically married now.

Seriously, Gage doesn't do 'downtime'. He can't relax like that. It's his partner's presence that helps him feel safe enough to rest for the sake of resting. Doing nothing is more meaningful to Gage than doing anything. Gage is always going, or planning his 'going'. Getting him to stop is a triumph.

Will share food with them. Have half of this fruit, eat the rest of this stew, finish these eggs for him. Won't even realize he's doing it. Gage is kind of a control freak, always wants to make sure everything is running well, taken care of.

His partner helping him shave his hair. Just consider that. Consider them with their hand on his jaw, tilting his head. His stubble scratches their fingers. Their hand is so close to his throat, they could feel his slow pulse with one little movement. In their other palm is a razor. They stand behind him, diligently scraping. His eye is closed, his own hands idle in his lap. Maybe someone talks, maybe they don't. The bathroom is small and the door is closed, and Porter Gage gives them sharp metal and bares his throat.

^ this is the lewdest, vilest, indecent, most embarrassing thing I've ever written, and I once wrote a fic where character A was described as using character B's prostate as a "character V deserves better" button.

❗trigger warnings start here❗

S/A victim and will not recognize, acknowledge, process, or accept it

Part of the thing with Conner...Gage says how Conner made him feel, how closely they worked together. Even if you get that story out of him, he's not going to mention just how close they would get.

Same thing happened with Colter. Gage always wants to be close to the boss, the guy making the choices. He thinks its of his own volition with Colter—but either way, Conner and Colter got theirs. Regardless how Gage felt about it.

Had something of a drinking problem when he was younger. Did it mostly to feel mature, adult. This stopped when he joined his second raider gang, after the Conner incident.

Every so often, has an episode of some kind. Angry, manic, depressed, paranoid—its very rare but Gage gets into these spells that last about a month. They usually involve him looking over his shoulder, so to speak, looking at the path he took to get where he is. Looking at the shadow he has and the demons in it. Thats largely why Gage is a workaholic, always going. If he stops, he might glance at all of the shit he's been through, and he loses his mind for a while. No one knows, it's wholly private. Gets through his day normally. Its all in his head, no external expression. Nothing in his face, his tone, movement, behavior...you couldn't never see it. You'd only know if he told you. God knows he wouldn't.

Another thing he won't acknowledge—misses his family. Absolute fucking liar, he was really close to them before bailing out of the blue one night. He didn't think about it until he almost died to Conner, and had that one moment where he seriously regretted leaving, and wanted to go home. He rarely ever thinks about his family, and even more rare does he recognize the empty hole in his chest as homesickness. When he does, has one of those episodes.

These episodes end with Gage hardening even further. He shaves off a little more of his humanity each time, whatever he considers a weakness. Its just like whittling.

His emotional walls are a two-way street—it keeps everyone else out to protect himself, but it also cages him. Build up enough walls, you have a labyrinth. You'll lose your way around eventually. If not found by a Sole, or anyone else who befriends and gets close to him, Gage would end in a bad fucking place. Whether dead or alive, he would barely be a person. Just a husk with no rhyme or reason to what it did, running purely on autopilot. He's a raider, so he raids things. No thought of survival or anything like that anymore. Mechanically going through each day until he eventually died. He's about 3/4s of the way through this internal withering at the time of the Nuka World DLC.