#so did lucas but yk

[n4rval]

HI I WAS MENTIONED

i haven't even posted anything about my hcs to the PATIENCE and BRAVERY siblings yet but holy shit you guessed lucas' character spot on ahahahahaha (sweats profusely) (honestly kind of scared)

i will take the opportunity to add some takes on SOULs and magic here if you don't mind

FOLLOWING BELOW: further insight on SOULs and magic, the 6 fallen humans and how their qualities are presented in UNDERTALE's narrative, imagining Wingdings and the laser siblings

For me, it makes more sense for the presentation of white color on a monsters soul have much more to do with their natural MAGIC ABILITY (besides love, hope and compassion). When they use different attack dynamics, they can reach for these values within themselves and exercise the manifestation of it with intent, like when you shine a light on a prism and it breaks down in individual colors.

Humans might not have the innate ability to cast magic spells, as "FLESHLINGS ARE TERRIBLY DEPENDABLE ON THEIR ORGANIC FORMS" (a real quote i was there he really said that), but magic is there, and magic has been learned and used in the past on the casting of the barrier. If DELTARUNE is a valid source to understand these mechanics (high probability), we can see it is possible to increase Kris' magic ability through boosted items – not that the item on its own is magical, but it allows better channeling of a living being's magical potential (if otherwise we'd probably see kris using it, but kris knows no spells so magic boosting items are useless to them so far).

What's with human's coloured souls, then? Well, take the prism. I like to think a soul's colour doesn't necessarily dictate what kind of magic a human would be able to do exclusively, or that they are only that colour — but their most prominent value and by extention, the kind of magic they would be more familiar with as mages. In fact, the way it is possible to shine a different light on another's soul (such as Frisk's) and bring forth these values is evidence of such.

PATIENCE for, well, sit still, will you? As much as the motif sounds like ye olde regular Your Best Friend, it does have its own spice to it! A cheerful energy, like a playful small child who's genuinely happy to see you. I've worked a character around this one; little Prudence's entire run basically consisted of looking pretty and waiting for everyone to take her wherever she needed. When you're small and cute, you've got to know exactly the right time to take an opportunity and make it unscathed. Also, sad monsters sometimes need a little patience.

BRAVERY for facing your issues head on! Get on with it, old man! Lucas is a menace and doesn't shy away from anything, punching through and racing towards his goal. Like a speedrunner. He skips NPC dialogue like a total idiot and gets very lore confused later. Perhaps he would benefit to learn, someday, that giving away some of your time or crying like a baby for help is indeed the bravest thing to do. He is so dorky and I cannot wait to post my designs. Come on, he wears a bandanna with VERY MASCULINE ABS drawn on it (and they're pink). Sad monsters sometimes need a little push forward, a little bravery.

INTEGRITY for remaining true to oneself. A soul that is grounded and very down to earth (not creepy at all), but never gives up on hopes and dreams, always reaching ever higher. Ingrid takes herself and others seriously, and promises mean a great deal to someone with this value. Huh, where have I seen this before?

PERSEVERANCE for clinging on dear life and never letting go, even if all odds are against you. Even if you're slow and out of shape, even if your vision sucks and your glasses are always dirty, even if the cool tortoise grandpa wants nothing to do with you – do your best(pathetically) to persist. Sophie was a klutz, but harbored a curiosity that would creep most people out. She was so insistent on knowing, so keen on her note taking, so terribly questioning that she fell into his creation and shattered- ah, wait, no, that was somebody else. Either way, good luck trying to shake this one off.

You know what else is a perseverance dynamic and I don't see it being pointed out often, if any at all? The KARMA effect. Your stats may suck, but with a neat little trick and a little persistence, you may be able to get what you want. I think of it as the ATK counterpart to the defensive invincibility boost of their items.

KINDNESS for a sweet gesture, especially to those who have hurt you. It takes incredible inner strength to remain kind and forgive, and it may feel self-sacrificing, but one must give kindness to receive kindness. Of course, this doesn't mean taking shit from anyone, but you see that even bitterness can be delicious – and that is how you like to cook your conflicts. Cooking, kindness ... huh, where have I seen this before?

I haven't worked out much around the adventures of the kid I called Andre yet, but he makes some mean breakfast. So good it rivals the spider bake sale!

JUSTICE for a fair game and a thirst for making things right. Bullet hell? Well, they've got bullets too, and they are great for directly countering attacks. You know what they say, the best defense is a great offense. Clover (i think we all just agreed that's their name as a fandom) is confident and has their rights and wrongs very neatly laid out, as well as astoundingly accurate intuition. But you know what's actually interesting about all of this?

That Alphys was the one to cast that light, even though she's not particularly much of a connoisseur of magic arts.

It might just be an uhhh whatever toby moment, but I feel like this adds another interesting layer to Alphys' character and justice's seemingly small role on the UNDERTALE narrative. But we'll talk about her somewhere else.

Anyway, back to the sibling's adventures with the dingus in scene.

I'd like to think if he is involved, the lab is where they are finally reunited and proceed as a duo. I mean, it's not like patience is in a hurry, or that the guy is too enthusiastic about handing over a little kid to the guy who swore war on humanity. Or having a little kid carry the weight of murdering a big sad softie. And now, somehow, there's TWO of them (what a nightmare).

There's the whole lead-up of ooohhh 👻 beware the man who speaks in hands 👻 he's a huge creep and brilliant and everything but he never comes out and he's super weird and spooky good luck talking to him 👻👻👻 and then they enter the dark lab and there's just. this really pathetic blob of sadness with a weird accent and his collection of contrastingly goofy gadgets and gizmos.

At first he's happy. Then he's worried. Then he's afraid, very afraid. Are you SERIOUS? Weren't you some kind of GENIUS?? The siblings together do a great job at pulling him out of that terrible place and aiding him on process loss, with a gentle push and a little bit of patience. They learn a lot with him; about monsters, about magic, about their own strength and how to sync their skills. He makes it a mission to stall them the best he can, until he can maybe talk to Asgore about it, achieve an agreement. Oh, STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT! With these ridiculous, pointless gimmicks already! What are you so scared of??

Well, the jig is up. It is both admirable and a little intimidating, how despite their entire journey, despite everything they know now, these kids still wish to try their chances with the King of the monsters. Whether they make it back or not isn't as important as being together. It puts his mind at ease, and for a moment, he thinks he knows the King well enough so that he could hope he would indeed drop the trident and be filled with hope once more, just as they managed to do with him. A hypothesis quickly proved wrong. It takes much more than a little patience and a gentle push to overcome the sheer horror that was the mere idea of ever making it out of these caverns.

The Bravery SOUL. so normal about it Shotout to n4rval's Gaster who got me thinking about the two humans‼️ Stares

(Patience not included as it's just plain good ol 'Your Best Friend' throughout) Why does the theme sound so NERDY. All the other SOULs, even Kindness, sound serious. And it would be logical for Perseverance to sounds like that, but nope: it's Bravery's theme.

When I listen to Kindness' theme, it associates with defending oneself, Perseverance with calculating your next moves, while Justice focuses on the opponent's.

Integrity is hard, its creepiness strays me from my line of thought, but most fitting would be 'attacking'. The dustiness of the tutu doesn't play a role in my choice and it's likely that neither of the humans killed anyone, as it would instill at least some fear into monsters and, y'know', be mentioned at least somewhere. But self-defense is still an option, though! Doesn't have to go as far as murder. Nerdy, and many people have pointed out the presence of Gaster's leitmotif in there.

(The video it's taken from)

And, well, these. Just some silly things. Personally I think Gaster could've dealt with two humans after Chara, namely Patience and Bravery. The Patience and Bravery weren't used for the reason of being excessive (I feel like 4 SOUL modes is enough) and Toby not having ideas about how such a SOUL mode could be even executed (the OVERTIME one has a special place in hell). But if looking at it from an in-universe perspective, what if Gaster utilized the SOUL power for lasers? I think a monster's SOUL combines every human trait in it, making it white. Like RGB. So they can also use colored attacks, which have a unique effect. The Royal Guard uses blue attacks to hinder the movement of their target, or, more specifically, a human. Same goes for sentries like Sans and Papyrus. Woshua uses them so you could stand still and let it cleanse you. Hard to say why Gyftrot would, but hey! It's a personal choice, so why not? Orange attacks are very scarce and only one monster exclusively uses that type of attack, and not a combo. Tthat monster being Pyrope. When it comes to switching between these two, Mettaton uses both because of the lasers prominent in the CORE and Hotland, while also being a robot, which, I suppose, makes the utilization easier. Asgore, unlike Undyne, isn't adamant on his target being still to the point of rendering it immobile, so he uses blue attacks instead like the rest of the Royal Guard, while also mixing them with orange ones to disorient the human. So Sorry is a weird case. They attack you but are also sorry for that. (Asgore-style) ..They're quite the character. Green attacks are self-explanatory. Also got a silly idea: what if, since a monster's SOUL is all traits mixed together, white attacks damage you since that is also applicable to them? If you make an orange and a blue attack into one, then it turns into an attack that damages you upon contact either way. But strong monsters, like the main cast, can turn your SOUL a different color. Which, too, is connected to the fact that a monster SOUL consists of every trait, so it can be any color. I already talked about Undyne above. Sans rarely even fights, but in the one instance that he does, it's the sins weighing on our SOUL. Papyrus views the whole fighting thing differently, so for him it's about the challenge. The art of fighting. The purple and yellow modes are a bit weird, the latter one especially. But Muffet uses the former one over the green one due to her playfulness. The purpose of the yellow mode is hard pin down, because it doesn't inconvenience you in any way. But a SOUL is a SOUL, so naturally, SOUL magic would affect them as well. The yellow mode could be used to aid monsters and allow them to get more precise hits? My point is, monsters using either of these (colored attacks and SOUL modes) is natural. What Gaster did was to use that power a bit differently, fusing it with technology.

I feel like Bravery stayed with Gaster for a bit longer than Patience, hence the amount of connections. But if we're going off of Flowey's order of the six SOULs, Patience died first. Bravery dies shortly afterwards. Very reminiscent of the Dreemurrs, isn't it? Ouch. Imagine searching for them and finding out that you arrived a bit late to the scene. Gaster, probably: human...... i know your BRAVE.

[the-kneesbees]

Lucas is the best character on stranger things and I will die on this hill.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

maybe a lil fic with steve yk like he thinks you're together but r just thinks that they're just friends cuz she thinks he acts that way with everyone (he doesn't). so when he's like "we're going on that dinner date, right?" and she's just so confused and flabbergasted "since when did we start dating??"

I've missed your writing on my dashboard ily<3

i’m glad someone misses my writing. i hope this is okay🩷

steve harrington x fem!reader (this ended up being long… i’m shocked)

masterlist

“here comes loverboy.”

your brows pinched together at max’s words. looking over your shoulder to see steve leaving the register, heading back towards your booth with a pastel pink box in hand.

the boy slid into the open seat beside you. shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. his warmth radiating off his body blankets you from the february chill that seeps into the diner’s walls.

“what’s in the box?” robin questioned while making a grab for it. steve quickly slapped- gently tapped- the approaching hand away. robin making a scene for no one.

“not for you, buckley. for my favorite girl.” and steve looked directly at you.

“aw, thanks steve-o.” max fawned. a simple giggle slipped from your mouth while steve rolled his eyes. “not for you either, rugrat. only for my favorite, most special girl.” finally sliding the pastry box in front of you.

steve tapped his fingers against the table top, “they had your go-tos so i got one of each.” your cheeks warmed as you opened the top, “you didn’t have to, stevie.”

“yeah, stevie. what about us?” robin pointed between her and max, a twisted pout to her face.

steve eyed them, “what about you two? get your own stuff.” huffing like they were insane to think steve would do anything of that level for them.

eyeing the different options you grabbed a donut and proceeded to spilt the item into four small bites. handing off two for max and robin, replacing them with another two, one for you and the other for steve. hand waiting for steve, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist delicately as he bites into his awaiting treat. you chuckle at the silliness.

“you too are gross.” robin declared with her mouth full. steve copied her actions, “says you. close your mouth while chewing.” placing his hand over his mouth in after thought.

“so,” speaking up to change the subject, “any nice plans this week?” referring to valentine’s day on wednesday.

“lucas says he’s taking me some place special, which might be the arcade.” max played it cool but you could tell it affected her in a good way.

“band practice is my special valentine. can’t complain too much.” robin punctuated her sentence with a sip of water.

“what’s the dynamic duo gonna do on the day of love?” max teased, batting her lashes while cupping her cheeks.

you shrugged, “don’t think we have plans-“ “yes we do.” steve is quick to fix you misunderstanding.

there was a surprised spark in your eyes, “we do?”

steve’s brows furrowed, “yeah. i told you about the dinner date i scheduled.” now your bows scrunched, “yeah, but i thought you were going on a date.”

steve leaned towards you, “i am. with you.” punctuation on those two words, letting every letter hit you in the face.

you sat shell shocked, eyes focused over steve’s shoulder while robin and max almost jumped from their vinyl seats.

“for real?” “since when were you dating?”

at the word dating you shook away any incoming thoughts and waves away their curiosity. “we’re not dating. we’re just friends. steve’s like this with everyone.” knowing that would end any discussion.

three sets of eyes stared you down, you wanted to shrink into the ground from the attention. “what?” a squeak at their baring eyes.

“steve is only sugary sweet to you. do you not remember five minutes ago? when he bought you treats, without you asking, then told me and max to fuck off.” robin questioned.

“language-“ “i didn’t say that-“

max waved you both off, “whatever. what robin is trying to get at is, you are dating. steve openly flirty banters with you, you reciprocate in a flustered mess, and steve has hearts beaming from his corneas.” max’s palms smack onto the table.

your mouth opened, then closed. open, close, open, close. “i just,” you hands flapped about, “i- i thought he just- you know…”

“no we don’t, but please, tell us.” robin eyed you wolfishly.

anxiously you pinched the skin around your fingers, teeth biting into your bottom lip, eyes darting everywhere not knowing what your next move was.

“alright, enough teasing. let’s just get everyone home.” steve broke the silence. sliding out beside you then holding a waiting hand out, you couldn’t help but just to stare at it, like it might bite you or something.

“it’s alright, sweetheart. we’ll talk later.” soft, kind filled brown eyes watched your movements as you set your palm to his and he help you exit the booth smoothly. steve gave a squeeze before releasing his hold and your chest felt heavy again.

he called you sweetheart. he usually throws pet names about, but this one just felt… different. your brain connected to it differently.

robin and max were silent on the drive to their houses, radio at medium volume, but they kept the backseat of the bmw silent as a church mouse.

you could barely look steve’s way, barely glance at him from your peripheral. he didn’t seem tense from your words just… dejected. a gloomy cloud hanging over his head and it’s because you friend zoned him while he thought you both were together.

no chance he wants to be with you now, blew it for yourself before you even had a proper chance. you wallow in silence.

robin was the first to be dropped off. steve came to a slow stop in front of her tiny house, shifting into park so he could look back with a gentle smile, “call if you need anything. and try not to do anything clumsy.”

robin rolled her eyes in a playful manner, “i’ll try not to dad.” and she left with a comforting squeeze of your bicep.

steve waited until robin waved you off an closed her front door. “okay mayfield, home or someplace else?” he always asked when driving her.

“umm, wheeler’s. please.” yeah, she felt sorry about earlier. her please and thank you’s were a bit sparring.

again silence. you wanted to speak, but with max still in the car you held your tongue. pinching at the material of your jeans while eyeing the scenery passing by in a blur, you couldn’t help flinching at the touch of skin covering your own. you looked down cautiously to see steve’s right hand resting over your fidgeting one, stopping your mindless action.

the fifteen minute drive pasted into two minutes when you saw the big two story home come into view. you saw a couple of bikes laying in the front yard and suspected the boys also were invading the family home.

“thanks for the ride. i’ll be fine to get home later.” shuffling mixed with her words before popping the left back door open. a soft thud followed her exit then she stopped outside your window and lightly tapped.

you rolled it down with concern at her sorrow filled expression. “i’m sorry. about earlier. i wasn’t trying to-“

“max,” cutting her off, “it’s okay. i know you didn’t mean harm and plus, might’ve opened my eyes today.” playing coy with your words.

a smile flickered at her lips while her eyes looked over your shoulder. she left with a pep to her step and you were finally alone with your steve.

“so wanna-“ “did you really think we weren’t dating?”

you could help your light chuckle, “getting straight to the point i see.”

steve sputtered, “i just- it felt like we’ve been on multiple dates. and- and we’re very touchy with each other, always there for each other. i just- i just thought we were dating after the trip to chicago.”

that did turn into a pretty romantic trip now that you thought back on certain scenarios. “i think i’m just blind to romantic advances. didn’t think i was your type.” mumbling the last part.

you’ve seen the girls steve’s been with in the past. all perfect, petite, not quite hair out of place and makeup painted over delicate skin. you weren’t those things, you were messy at times, flyaways sticking up from nonexistent static, stains appearing on your clothes without knowing.

you didn’t deserve steve, he deserved someone-

“hey.” a finger crooked under your chin and moved your head from its slumped position. steve homely brown eyes darted over your face, your imperfections. you wanted to flinch away. he must’ve read your mind since her cupped your cheeks with his warm palms.

“you are none of those things i know your thinking too much about. you are completely deserving of being loved deeply and i’m happy to be that person to pour his soul into yours. if you’ll verbally say yes so we’re on the same page this time.”

your own hands wandered to hold onto steve’s wrist, “that was quite romantic of you. didn’t think of you to be a sap.” deflecting a bit from nerves.

steve smiled brightly, “for you i’ll always be a sap. practically turn into honey for you.” leaning over his console to press a kiss onto the tip of your nose. “so what do you say, wanna give us a proper go?”

you bit into your bottom lip, “i guess i could try.” smiling so wide your cheeks ached as steve dotted kisses over your face, not suppressing your giggles of glee.

[munsonsmixtapes]

hii could you write a smut like this so yk the scene in stranger things where eddie’s bed was covered in unknown stains? and when he says “those stains are.. idk what those stains are”and then recap from the night before that eddie and the reader hooked up with eachother the night before tysm!!

I love this idea!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotect sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Eddie, Robin, and Nancy stare up at the mattress above them that Lucas and Max have just carried in. His cheeks turn pink as the two girls eye him suspiciously. This puts him in a predicament. He could lie, or he could tell the truth.

He's gonna lie, he thinks. He doesn't care if they don't believe him, he just absolutely cannot tell the truth. Not only would it embarrass him, but he also doesn't want to tell them about you. That's none of their business.

The mattress looks even more gross than he remembers. He meant to wash the sheets but he forgot like always. So now every knows what he's done and he's trying to play off that he doesn't know what the stains even are.

"Those stains are uh-I don't know what those stains are." He doesn't have to look at the girls to know they don't believe him. He doesn't care anyway. He just lets his mind wander to the night before.

"Look at you," he says as he spreads your legs wide. "So wet for me, hm?" He asks as your slick leaks out onto the sheets below you.

"Always wet for you," you reply and he smirks because he knows you're right. You're always wet for him and that's the way he likes it. He loves to know that he's always on your mind 24/7.

"That's right, sweetheart," he nods and lines himself up before pushing his cock inside you, pumping into you fast, hard, and deep. He's managed to fit all of myself inside you and he's getting harder as he sees the tears pricking your eyes.

"Taking me so well already. Didn't think all of it would fit, did you?" He asks as he grabs hold of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pushes even farther into you.

"Oh," you moan so loudly that Eddie's nervous that other people in the trailer park can hear you, but he decides that he doesn't care. In fact, he wants them to hear you, to know just how good he makes you feel. "Eddie," you whine, grabbing onto his shoulders as he lowers himself onto you.

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades and he winces, but clearly it doesn't bother him that much since he's continuing to pound into you, both of you exchanging moans as your hands move down to his back, scratching up and down to show him how much you're enjoying it.

And you're already coming, an orgasm rolling through you and Eddie's talking you through it as he pushes your hair away from your sweaty forehead before pressing a kiss to it.

"Look so pretty when you're coming," he says. "Wanna do it again?" And you're nodding enthusiastically as the two of you go for round two and many more after that.

"Right, of course you don't," Robin teases Eddie with a nudge and he flushes as he continues to think about his night with you and wonders how he can back to you, and fast.

[achilles-rage]

Prove It

summary: when you see chris flirting with a girl at the bar, you get jealous and leave with street, ranting to him all night about it. then, he gives you an idea on how to get over your anger with chris.

word count: 2.5k

request: @toessssw -Hey can u write a chris alonso smut with the reader being mad at her because she was flirting with a girl at the bar then you coming at her work place with the sexyest fit ever then u guys yk in the breakroom.

a/n: this is my first fem x fem smut, so i hope i did okay!! i also love the silly little chris x street x reader dynamic lol. enjoy<33

warnings: smut, street being a menace, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ Only!

You’re out with 20 squad after a long day at work. Drinks are flowing, and you can barely hear each other over the music as you all talk about the various updates in your lives. Your side is pressed firmly against Chris, and she has an arm around your waist and a hand placed on your hip while the other hand holds her drink firmly in her hand. 

You haven’t been dating long, and since you work together, you’ve decided to keep it pretty low profile, especially because of the playful rivalry between 20 squad and 50 squad, your team.

With the addition of alcohol into the mix, however, it was hard to keep your hands off of each other. No one seems to notice how close you are, as you’re generally pretty loving with all of your friends, so no one bats an eye at your body pressed tightly to hers.

Except Street.

When Chris finally separates herself from you to get herself another drink, Street slides over to you, falling into a hushed conversation as Luca talks to Deacon, and Tan talks to Hondo.

“You and Chris seem close.” is all he says. You can’t fight the defeated sigh that escapes you, and you give him a sheepish smile as you shrug. His jaw drops as he stares back at you, a smile forming on his face.

“How long?” he asks, and you look around you two at the rest of your friends, shushing him quickly.

“A couple months. And don’t say a word.” you tell him sternly, pointing a finger at his chest. He raises his hands in surrender, but then smirks as his gaze moves from you to the direction of the bar.

“I won’t. But, you might wanna see that.” he nods over to the bar as he speaks, the smirk still on his face. He loves to stir the pot.

You whirl around with furrowed brows, and you tense when you see what he’s referring to. Chris is standing at the bar with a pretty blonde woman, who’s just a little too close for your liking. Chris is leaning against the counter in feigned nonchalance, but you can see the smirk on her face that lets you know she’s enjoying the attention. 

You try not to get too upset, but you can feel your blood boiling as your jaw clenches. She doesn’t even look your way as the blonde leans in to whisper something in her ear, and Chris throws her head back as she laughs; you seemingly completely forgotten about.

“What are you gonna do?” Street asks as he looks at Chris over your shoulder, leaning closer until his chin is almost resting on your shoulder.

You look over at him, huffing as you shake your head.

“I’m going home.” you reply, downing the last little bit of your drink before storming out of the bar. Street’s eyes widen, and his gaze darts between you and Chris until you’re out of sight. 

He didn’t mean to cause all this, not really, although he’s sure you’re glad that he directed your attention to Chris.

It’s only when you’re out of his sight that he snaps out of his daze, and he walks over to Chris, saying a quick sorry to the blonde before dragging her a few feet away from the stranger.

“Should you really be flirting with that girl right now?” Street asks, and Chris’s brows furrow in confusion before it dawns on her.

“How did you-?” she begins while her eyes scan the room for you, and she lets out a sharp breath when she doesn’t see your plush figure in the crowd anywhere.

“Where did she go?” she asks. She feels guilt creeping up her neck and making her skin hot as she thinks about it. Truthfully, she wasn’t exactly flirting with the woman. Sure, she was pretty, and she was definitely flirting with Chris, but Chris was merely talking to her until the bartender came back with her drink.

“She went home.” is all Street says, and Chris huffs, ready to go after you.

“I wouldn’t. She seemed really mad.” he informs her.

“Can you just go check on her, please? Make sure she gets home safe?” she asks in a desperate tone. She wants nothing more than to go to you and reassure you that she only wants you, but she knows you, and she knows that it may do more harm than good to push you.

“I’m on it.” Street says before he’s out the door and looking around for you. 

He sees you standing on the sidewalk outside the bar, phone clutched in your hand as you wait for an uber. You huff when you see him, rolling your eyes.

“I’m not going back in there.” you tell him in a cold voice. You know you shouldn’t be rude to him; he didn’t do anything, but you can’t help it.

“She just wanted to make sure you get home safe.” he tells you in a soft tone, giving you a hopeful smile. You sigh, nodding slowly as you turn your head back towards the road.

When you get back to your house, you and Street continue your little pity party. You grab two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila and slam them on your coffee table before you sit down beside him, ready to forget about your problems.

A couple hours later, you and Street are leaning back on your couch, bottle forgotten on the coffee table as you babble on to each other about Chris.

“You know what you should do?” Street says after a few minutes of silence. You barely have enough energy to reply, and your eyelids are struggling to stay open when you lull your head to the side to look at him. “Show her what’s at stake.”

“What?” Your brows furrow at his words, and with all the alcohol coursing through your veins, you can hardly make out what he’s alluding to.

“Make her jealous. Then she’ll realize what she did wrong.” he says with a shrug. You hum softly, turning to face to look in front of you again as you think. You’re not sure you want to do that; although you’d love for her to feel the same way you do right now, and you’d love to see how good she’d look with jealousy flowing through her. Then, an idea comes to you, and you smirk to yourself. You know exactly what to do; something that will make you feel better and prove that Chris only wants you. You’re just glad that you have the day off tomorrow and they’re on call, so you won’t have to wait long.

The next day, 20 squad inevitably gets called to work, but luckily for them, it’s not until later in the day. 

You text Street and ask him to let you know when they’re back from their takedown, and then you start getting ready. When you finally get the text, you’re in your car and on your way to your work.

When you walk into the building, you see Street first, and he smirks when his eyes trail down your body. He knows exactly what you’re doing.

Chris is the next to see you, and her eyes widen when her eyes drag down your body, taking in the jeans that you know drive her crazy and your low-cut top. She’s in front of you in an instant, trying to keep her eyes off of your curves, looking into your eyes with a desperate expression.

“We need to talk.” you say before she can get a word out. She snaps her mouth closed, nodding quickly before she mumbles a quick “yeah, okay.” and follows you to the break room.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have talked to her.” she says once the door is firmly closed behind her. You turn and face her, crossing your arms over your chest and pushing your breasts up just slightly, but Chris notices anyway. She’s fighting the urge to cross the distance between the two of you and pull your body against hers, even though she knows this conversation is necessary.

“Are you sorry you did it or sorry you got caught?” you ask her, your voice remaining stern. Chris sighs, shaking her head as she takes a step closer to you.

“Both, but I’m mostly sorry that I did it. I know it was stupid, okay? I’m happy with you, I don’t know why I even did it. She came up to me and I just went with it, but I’d never let it go any further than just talking to her.” she explains, and you chew the inside of your cheek as you listen intently to her.

“Good. How would you feel if you saw me flirting with a random person at a bar?” you ask her after a moment, voice much less stern now.

“With you dressed like that? I’d probably wanna drag you out of the bar and back home.” she tells you seriously, eyes trailing down your plush figure again, momentarily focusing on your wide hips. You fight back a smirk, inhaling a long breath.

“Good answer.” you tease as you fight back a smirk, stepping closer to her.

“You came here to tease me, didn’t you?” she asks, eyes narrowing as the smirk finally makes its way onto your face. You shrug, taking another step.

“Maybe I wanted to show you what you missed out on last night.” you tell her in a low voice, your eyes darting towards the door for a split second.

“I’m not gonna make that mistake twice.” she whispers, mostly to herself before she closes the distance between you. Her hands land on your cheeks as she pulls you into a smoldering kiss, pushing you back until your lower back hits the counter behind you.

“You’re the only one I want, baby, I swear.” she whispers against your mouth before her tongue slips past your lips. You feel her hands moving down your sides until they find their way to your hips, and you let out a shaky breath as you kiss her back with equal fervor.

“You gonna prove it?” you ask, pulling back for a moment to look into her brown eyes, her pupils dilated and lips puffy. She smirks before she pushes her hips harder against yours, firmly pinning you against the counter and holding your head back as her lips attach to your neck.

You try to bite back moans as she moves down your neck, but it’s hard when her hands move up your sides and to your tits, pushing them together and squeezing roughly as she kisses the skin not covered by your low-cut top. 

When she finally pulls back from your hot skin and looks back into your eyes, she can see the desperation, so she wastes no more time in moving her hands to the button of your jeans. She kisses you eagerly as she fiddles with the zipper, then once your jeans are completely undone, she dips a hand under the waistband of your panties and easily finds your clit. 

She swallows your quiet moan as her fingers trace circles around your sensitive spot, moving so slowly that it has you bucking against her desperately. 

She pulls back from your lips when she finally pushes her fingers into your dripping core, watching as you bite your lip and your eyelids flutter. She smiles as she begins to pump her fingers, using her other hand to cup the side of your neck.

“Keep your eyes on me. You’re so pretty for me.” she purrs, and her words paired with the quickening pace of her fingers has you mewling as you try not to tilt your head back in pure bliss. 

You’re barely even worried about where you are right now, but the potential of being caught is clear enough in your mind. You know it shouldn’t, but it makes what she’s doing to you even hotter, knowing that she couldn’t keep her hands off of you long enough for you to drive home. 

She has to cover your mouth when her thumb finds your clit, making you moan loudly as she keeps moving her fingers quickly inside of you. 

She lets out a quiet laugh at your moan before her lips are back on yours, murmuring a “gotta be quiet” as she keeps up her movements. 

You can feel the familiar sensation building in your lower belly, and she smiles against your lips when she feels you shudder. She knows you’re getting close.

“You gonna cum for me? In the middle of the breakroom?” You nod quickly as she pulls away from your lips, looking at her with hooded eyes as you keep your hands firmly gripping the counter on either side of you. You’re afraid that if you let go, your legs will give out completely, even though you’re desperate to touch Chris. 

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it? Get me all worked up at work as pay back?” she murmurs, although her last sentence sounds like more of a statement than a question. 

You’re about to answer with a half assed reply, too focused on your pleasure to think of a real answer, when she curls her fingers against that spot inside you, which makes you throw your head back. Her hand on the side of your neck forces your face back down so you look at her.

“You’re beautiful. I only want you, honey, you know that.” she whispers, and all you can do for a moment is nod.

“I know.” you whisper, and after a few more pumps, you're cumming all over her fingers. She smirks as she works you through your orgasm, and you close your eyes as soft moans escape your throat. 

Once you open your eyes again, your breathing is slowing down and you’re coming down from your high, and she pulls her hand out of your jeans. You watch as she raises her hand to her mouth and licks your release off her fingers, moaning softly as your taste hits her tongue.

“Now, do you want to finish what you started here, or do you want me to take you home first?” she asks in a smug tone, watching the way you watch her so intently. 

“Take me home, please.” you tell her, and her smirk widens. She reaches down and re-buttons your jeans, and you can���t even bring yourself to care about the mess between your thighs as she grabs your hand and leads you out of the room and towards the parking lot. 

You don’t even notice Street watching you both with a smirk as you leave, and although he’s happy you’re finally not mad at Chris anymore, he’s even more relieved that he no longer has to steer anyone away from the break room now that you’re gone.

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hey I was planning another post today but instead let’s talk about how much I love that there’s not really a ‘good’ ending to the companion plotlines in Veilguard. It reminds me of Leliana and Alistair’s plotlines in DAO in that what you choose says more about the player/protagonist than anything

I just finished Isana Negat a second time, and I did the other ending and I thought it was just as good. Like, yeah, Harding does deserve to be angry! They did fucking get everything taken away from them! It’s so painful and horrific; yes you can, and should, be mad! But also Harding prioritizing her very real love for and compassion towards other people is not wrong. It’s just different! It’s just Rook’s friend/lover asking them for advice, and Rook giving it! You know, like in real life except with huge magical rock giants

And okay I’m never going to kill Illario because I think it would make Luca really sad and he has enough problems, Whoops I misremembered this, I don’t think you can kill Illario actually. I love that for Luca <3 But yk, I’m probably still not going to imprison him. but I can see it! Because the cycle has to end, right? The violence and infighting of the Crows endlessly attacking each other over power is part of what allowed the Antaam to get a foothold in Antiva, because there was like a double agent or something (if I’m remembering right from Tev Nights). Some kind of ending needs to be made to this endless violence. And I suppose it depends on how retributive Rook is, which is a great question to ask of the player (one that is asked repeatedly throughout the game). It’s not like Illario didn’t do anything, you know! He probably deserves punishment. But Rook, as they always can at various points, can be merciful, can choose absolution. Wow no, I’m glad I was wrong I love it more like this.

And oh boy, I LOVED the ending of Emmrich’s quest, don’t even get me started! Like!! I thought it was going to be ‘well obviously we HAVE to save Manfred’, but how Emmrich talks about accepting his death and his sacrifice convinced me! I was like alright man, this is a real choice! I actually did make him a lich last time (made a lot of sense from a Watcher perspective, imo) and not only was the cutscene sick as hell, but the follow-up was so funny and I got some really sad Spite dialogue which fucking wrecked me. It was great— seriously, his plotline is one of my favorites in the whole game.

And Davrin’s! I’ve already expounded at length about how much I like his quest line and how it ties into the Grey Wardens, but I really think both of his options for the griffons are so workable, because you know the Grey Wardens, especially under Antione and Evka, aren’t going to hurt those little guys again! But also the scenes with Eldrin are so endearing, and Davrin’s hope for a brighter future for them is so sweet and genuine. It’s hard to pick! It’s about Rook's perspective!

Neve's I'll admit I don't vibe with as much just because of the like 'trust the authorities' angle, but i haven't tried saving Minrathous yet and I think it would be sooooo involving as a Shadow Dragon especially. Because that's what they're fighting for, right? That better Minrathous where they CAN be sure that if they send the insane cultist lady to prison she’s going to stay there? But there’s always the practical consideration of people’s lives being at stake NOW, of Neve needing her friends safe NOW. And just killing Aelia ensures she will never be an issue again. So I can see both angles for sure

And Taash ;-; oh, Taash. I haven’t posted about them that much yet because they make me very emotional and it’s hard to organize thoughts like that. But I really love their quest, and their struggle to define themselves. And look, I know people wanted the option to tell them they could be both, but like as a person who has lived a similar experience, it really feels sometimes like the world is making you choose. It can feel like you’re not enough of either thing for anyone. And there are parts of your identity that you will have to make a choice on, and I think it’s trying to speak to that. I did the Rivaini one, and it’s like… well, they’re embracing the culture of Rivain, but it’s not like anyone is ever going to look at them and NOT see a Qunari. You can’t get away from that. What you choose to do in response is a real dilemma and I think that if you engage with the text genuinely you can see what Trick was doing. Also, there is a really great dialogue from Rook that I think gives more context to the discussion; they can say that they have been many things, and it’s important to take what works from each experience and make it part of yourself. So I don’t think Taash’s plot is trying to make them throw away any of themselves, just defining priorities. (Sorry, that got long. Feelings, opinions about that one)

And I don’t think Bellara’s is obvious, either, especially with how they involve the Nadas Dirthalen in her personal plot. This is a thing that is really emotionally and culturally significant to her, but at the same time it is part of what hurt her brother and ultimately took him away from her. She’s really preoccupied with not causing harm by her actions; she spends the whole game worried about it! And even though Rook doesn’t see the dangerous elements of the repository, that doesn’t mean they’re not there. The puzzle quest you can find in Arlathan proves that other people besides Cyrian were taken in by Anaris. And also, there’s the plot thread they briefly touched on in the last game which is that the culture the Dalish have built, that they have RIGHT NOW, is not wrong. But it’s also important to remember history, even if it’s unpleasant or could be dangerous, which is another thing you can discuss with Bellara during the game. So there’s no wrong choice! It’s just about Rook and Bellara and what’s important from their perspectives.

Anyway it was super refreshing to have these kinds of choices! It reminds me of the best character choices in DAI and DAO, especially, and I’m so happy they carried those things forward and improved on them.

[willbyersenthusiast]

I HAVE ANOTHER TED TALK

okay so yk what i think is absolutely CRAZY?

what the duffers did at the snow ball in s2.

the way they compared/paralelled Dustin looking at Max and Lucas to Mike looking at Will and that girl is I N S A N E.

that’s all.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: Pain... when it sucks, it really sucks hard. (my life)

Today N. came home. After 3 months abroad, he was back with me/us. However, N. was a little disappointed. Our Baby didn’t feel comfortable with him. He didn’t see him for 3 months. He was a stranger to our son. But later in the evening, when we were in bed together, our little one seemed to slowly understand, that Nico belongs to us. He didn’t cry anymore when N. tried to hug or hold him. He even seemed to enjoy it a bit. ❤️

Nico: I missed you both sm. I was hoping he’d remember me.😟

Me: You have to give him some time. He was only one day old when you left. And look at him, he likes you.

Nico: He’s quiet now because you’re holding him.

Me: But something about you seems to make him curious? He’s already tired. I can tell by his eyes. Still he struggles to stay awake. He doesn’t want to fall asleep. He looks at you all the time, N.

Nico: And he won’t let go of my hand. He pulls really hard like.. he’s fighting with me. 😄 He wants me out of here, huh?

Me: Let's put him between us. 🥰

Nico: Why is he sleeping here with you in our bed?

Me: He got used to it. He screamed & cried a lot. It was easier for me to have him next to me, to calm him down or feed him.

Nico: Yea, I know. You told me. But now that he’s fine, he should learn to sleep in his own bed, babe.

Me: He’s only 3 months old!! And I still have to feed our son every 3 hours.

Nico: I’ll get up for you. I go to his bed and give him the bottle.

Me: Is he bothering you?

Nico: What about fucking? I mean, he doesn’t bother me. He’s just a Baby. He doesn’t get it anyway. But I know, you! I doubt you’ll sleep with me, as long as our Baby is lying next to us in the same bed.

Me: Maybe that’s why he doesn’t like you?🤨 ...No, I’m just kidding. Um, well! I-... Idk? It's gonna work out somehow. But tbh... here, at my parent's, it's-.... Agh, I’m afraid someone might catch us or something. Yk? I can’t even close my door! Let’s stay in the house tomorrow night. There we have at least a little more privacy.

Nico: You had a fight with your parents? We used to have sex in your room, so why not now?

Me: It was a bit tense between me and my Mom. I just don’t want to hear anymore that I’m a bad mom.😞

Nico: Did she say that to you?😠

Me: She didn't really say it, buttt I always feel like I’m doing something wrong. She said I didn’t care about Lucas. This hurt me a lot. Anyway.

Nico: I gotta get you out of here.

The next morning I woke up with a severe headache. The pain was unbearable. I knew that pain. I’ve had this kind of headache in the past. That’s why I became hooked. I had to take very strong painkillers, opiates, because nothing else helped me. And now it was back. Why the hell? I really didn’t have the strength and nerves to deal with this kind of pain, NOW. 😭😫

I got up and went to the bathroom. This pain almost drove me crazy. I was afraid I’d be as bad as I was then, in the past.

I sat down on the floor in the shower. I tried to get through it somehow. Usually, the headache stopped after an hour.

And yes, I got a bit better. That moment Nico came to me. He just woke up.

Me: Did you leave Lucas alone?

Nico: No, ofc not! I took him down to your Mom. I thought you were there too. What-

Me: Nothing! I- I’m fine. I had a bad headache.

Nico: That’s why you’re sitting.... naked in the shower? 🤨🙂

Me: Yes, exactly. When I have this severe headache, sometimes I do things that don’t make sense. Yk? Out of desperation to survive the pain somehow.

Nico: And has it helped?

Me: No, nothing helps, but I still try, because, as I said, I’m desperate and can hardly stand it.

Nico: I love you, babe. So much. 😟

Me: Love you too. 😳

A day later I had to go to the hospital. I passed out, because I couldn’t stand the pain anymore. The docs suspected that it had something to do with the c-section anesthesia? However, it was nothing serious but the pain... didn’t go away. Just as then. 😫

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ok so I looked back at some of my old art and found this- it's honestly kinda cool how did I forget about it like what??? My inability to draw hands really shows here ngl but yk it adds to the goofyness of it all iggg-

This is from that one time in Mother 3 (don't remember the chapter 😭) where Lucas and the crew are drugged up on shrooms and some really ominous creepy stuff happens- like I actually felt so bad for Lucas having to deal with all that cuz I could NEVER... but as soon as I remembered this piece of dialogue I knew I had to draw it! it's just so... drawable I dunno lolll

ignore how I can't pinpoint a singular way to draw Claus and Lucas it's a struggle ok 😔

[hannahlovesluca]

Hi!!Can i ask for LUXIEM(or just ike) hcs with an s/o who's just insanely good at suika or puyo puyo even though they just played the game once or twice?:D

i had to write this ASAP i love writing ab reader playing games LMAOO

Luxiem + S/O who’s good at Suika

• he’s mediocre at suika, so normally he wouldnt join any tostus while the other is playing (i hardly see him join totsus in general so-)

• however if its YOU whos hosting any kind of tostu or just anything, HES JOINING INBA HEARTBEAT

• yk how he is with ike? all simp-y and always looking for a way to spend time with him? yeah he does that to you too

• anyway, when he sees you get 3000+ points your FIRST TIME PLAYING

• his face: 😧

• he probably doesn’t believe that its your first time LMAOO - you probably have to prove it to him off stream somehow

• if you’re his kouhai: “y/n, i’m your elder you can’t be embarrassing me like this…”

• if you’re his senpai: “…you know what they say; the elder, the wiser.”

• “oh god, please don’t bounce up…” “PLEASE BOUNCE UP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD” - guess which one is vox

• anyway, afterwards, he’ll probably force you to watch him play fnaf afterwards so he has sone sort of pride in being able to out-do you somehow

• the mf sings to try and distract you to get you to mess up

• change. my. mind.

• “country rooooaaaaadssss, take me hooooooooome, to the plaaaaaceeee i BEEEELOOOOOOONGGGGG”

• getting 3000 first time hes just like ?????

• probably has that one face with the wide eyes and mouth wide open (like that one clip of sonny during the game show off collab w/ noctyx)

• and if you’re like him and start spewing nonsense to focus better, he’ll be laughing so hard

• “hey, chat, do you think anal hurts that bad?”

• “what???”

• if you have his fugi on your head whilst streaming he’ll probably pretend to punch it now and then just to get a reaction out of you

• mf is okay at suika but not like terribly amazing

• that being said hes rooting for you and will probably be so amazed at you repeatedly getting over 3000

• if there ever is a point where you’re malding he’ll either - A: Mald with you - B: Laugh his fucking ass off

• “WHY THE FUCK DID IT BOUNCE UP TO THE TOP?!?!”

• “LMAO AHAHAHAHAHABSISHWHAHA”

• definitely literally says “lmao” if you fail

• will bring up the most random things to talk about!!!

• “y/n have you seen that food theory video where he tried to cook his steak in the dryer??”

• “luca wtf are you talking about?”

• if you recently had an off collab he’ll also be telling embarrassing stories about you

• “[insert fan name] did you guys know that Y/N eats their oatmeal dry?? like no water.”

• anyways all around, hes amazed and he probably sends you a sweet discord message after stream

• “you’re so good at suika!!! :D”

• FOLLOW UP MESSAGE: “ew that was cringe ignore that”

• he just sucks at suika so hes just like: :0

• “y/n??? this isn’t like…pre-recorded?”

• “DO YOU NOT TRUST ME, IKE??”

• im running out of ideas for them uhhh

• when you get over 3000 your first try hes genuinely so amazed

• say he has a zatsu the next day, if someone superchats him about the totsu the night before he’ll go on a rant about how jealous he is that you’re so good at Suika

• “yeah, Y/N is like Shu and Mari with Tetris, they need to teach me their ways.”

• “an akasupa! ‘honest opinions on Y/N?’ Good question!”

• and then never elaborates

• uhhhhhh

• will most likely start bringing up either super philosophical topics to talk about or it’ll end up just being about miku

• LMAO IMAGINE YOU START TRASH TALKING IKE BEFORE HE JOINS THE TOTSU AND HE JOINS OUT OF PETTINESS???

• “yeah- so ike sucks at this game HAHAH-“ *ike joins* “SAY IT TO MY FACE”

• as soon as you sent the message you were doing a totsu he reacted to the message with that pepe side eye emote they have in the NIJI discord

• probably doesn’t join first, he waits for others

• LMAOO IF ITS HIM AND CLAUDE ITS GONNA BE CHAOTIC ASF

• claude: “y/n how do you feel about patriotism?” shu: “frick the patriarchy” y/n: “????”

• but, if the other leaves and its just you two, since hes pretty good at the game as well, he’ll probably help you with where to drop it

• and again, like luca, will probably bring up random topics

• and ligma jokes

• lots and lots of ligma jokes

• will also send messages in the discord server like:

• Shu Yamino: “y/n is too good someone plz trash talk them”

• Shu Yamino: “oh frick y/n’s good”

• LMAO PROBABLY TWEETS TOO

• Shu Yamino 👟☯️: y’all cant compare what the flip is this

notice how luca and ike’s are the longest

[goldfades]

✮ 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, jump then fall au!

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♡ ─ word count | 2.6k

♡ ─ summary | the story of how our little paloma came to be, and why adam has full custody of her.

♡ ─ warnings | mention of pregnancy (obvs), mention of abusive/manipulative relationship, some birth stuff but nothing graphic like at all, think that is all??

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♡ ─ ev's notes | im finally back lol, the last nonnie inspired me to continue my series but i also saw the adam/luca content on instagram and i was like... yes i love these men with my entire soul. anyway, this is more background/filler chapter on the whole story behind adam/his ex. also idk if i did a good job making emma kind of unlikable but i couldn't make her too much bc at the end of day she is dovey's mom yk LMAOOO. but yeah, i was gonna include a little court segment but i didn't think it was necessary. this is kinda a summary of the timeline so yeah BUT YETH WE ARE BACK AT ITT!!!!! will be writing a more christmas-y one soon though i pinky promise :) LASTLY, my inbox is always open for au thoughts. please send them in, they literally make my entire day!

September ushered in a peculiar kind of unease, a restlessness that only settled within the corridors of high school, unbeknownst to Adam. The weight of impending change hung in the air, a feeling that clung to him as he navigated the familiar chaos that came with being a teenager.

It began with a murmur, a whisper weaving its way through the complicated tapestry of gossip. The news was illicit, news that would shatter the simplicity of his teenage years. Adam's ex, Emma, a figure exiled to his past, was harboring a secret that would bridge their worlds in a way he never anticipated.

The autumn breeze carried an unusual tension as Adam found himself standing before the door of Emma's house, a place he thought he had left behind in the remains of the failed relationship. She had called him about two hours ago, telling him that she had needed to talk to him immediately about something very important. He hesitated for a moment, hand poised to knock, before the door swung open, revealing Emma's worn expression.

"Adam," she greeted, her eyes avoiding direct contact, as if unable to meet the weight of his gaze. They hadn't talked in a couple weeks, since they had broken up.

"What's going on, Emma?" Adam asked, sensing the gravity of the situation even before she spoke.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, laden with the weight of the secret she carried. "We need to talk," Emma murmured, gesturing for him to enter.

"Yeah, figured." He sighed. He didn't know if he was able to trust her after all the lies she had told him over the span of their relationship. This may be one of her ploys to somehow get him back.

He went into the familiar home as she guided him up to her room anxiously and his mind was racing. What could possibly be so important that she couldn't text him, or tell him over the phone?

They reached her room and he sat on her bed as Emma paced anxiously, the rhythm of her steps echoing the gravity of her secret. Finally, she turned to face him, her eyes brimming with vulnerability that he hadn't seen in a while.

"I'm pregnant," she confessed, the words hanging in the air like a storm about to break.

Pregnant? Her words hung in the air for a few moments as he looked for any sign of deception in her expression. But no, she looked like she was about to break down in front of him. The room seemed to close in on him, and he could feel the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future colliding.

He couldn't even process it. "What?" Was all he could mutter.

Emma's gaze wavered as Adam's single-word response lingered in the room. The weight of the secret settled between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the life-altering reality they were now forced to confront.

"I didn't plan for any of this," Emma continued, her voice shaky. "I never wanted it to happen."

Adam's brow furrowed as he tried to process the mix of emotions swirling within him. Anger, confusion, and a distant sense of responsibility danced on the edges of his thoughts. His head was spinning with questions.

"Why now?" he questioned, the frustration evident in his tone. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

Emma's eyes welled with tears, and she seemed on the verge of unraveling. "I didn't know how. I was scared, Adam. Scared of your reaction, scared of what it would mean for both of us. I mean I have school and-and I can't have a kid right now."

The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with unspoken accusations and the weight of their shared history. Adam's mind raced, torn between the desire to understand and the lingering mistrust that had defined their past.

Adam's jaw tightened as he absorbed her words, a tumult of conflicting emotions churning within him. "Scared?" he repeated, a sharp edge to his voice. "You think dropping this bombshell now will magically make things less complicated?"

He didn't want to sound like an asshole but he couldn't help it. All she was thinking about was her future, her life and nothing to do with what his dreams, the ones he's had since he was younger. How could he go into the NHL with a kid and unstable ex?

Emma's tears flowed freely now. "I never meant for it to be like this. I just... I needed to tell you. I can't do this alone, Adam."

He rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the growing tension. "You should've thought about that before. Now, what? What do you expect me to do?"

She reached out tentatively, as if seeking reassurance in the midst of the storm. "I want you to be a part of this, Adam. Our child deserves that, at least."

He takes her hand and his gaze softens as he heard her voice. Our child sounded so sweet, but he didn't want to go through what she put him through again.

He sighed heavily, a mixture of frustration and concern etched on his face. "Emma, you can't drop something like this on me and expect everything to be okay. We're not together anymore, and I can't just rearrange my life because of this."

Her eyes pleaded with him, desperation evident. "I know, but I can't do it alone. I need your support, Adam. We created this life together."

He pulled his hand away gently, creating a bit of distance. "Support? Emma, you've never supported my dreams. You made me doubt everything I did. I can't risk my future for this, not when I don't even know if you're going to stick around."

As the room descended into silence, the air seemed to crackle with the tension of unspoken truths. Adam's mind, however, echoed with the memories of a relationship colored by manipulation and emotional turmoil.

He couldn't shake the vivid memories of countless arguments, where Emma would twist his words, making him question his own sanity. Her subtle undermining of his dreams and aspirations left a trail of self-doubt that lingered long after their fights and maybe relationship had ended.

Emma's manipulation often took the form of subtle remarks disguised as concern. Every success he achieved was met with a backhanded compliment or a comment that subtly belittled his accomplishments. Her words had a way of eroding his confidence, making him second-guess his abilities. Was he even that good of a hockey player? Was he as smart as everyone would tell him?

She played on his insecurities, subtly exploiting vulnerabilities he hadn't even acknowledged. Emma's behavior manifested in controlling behaviors, whether it was telling him who he could spend time with or subtly isolating him from his support system. The gradual corrosion of his social connections left Adam feeling increasingly dependent on her for validation.

Emma's manipulation extended beyond words or fights; it was their daily interactions. The constant emotional rollercoaster left him drained and disoriented. Adam had become used to walking on eggshells, terrified of setting off another emotional outburst.

Adam found himself grappling with a mix of anger and resentment. The secret of her pregnancy now added a new layer to their complicated history, one that threatened to entangle their lives again.

The heaviness of the past hung in the air, a palpable reminder of the emotional scars that had yet to fully heal. The silence in Emma's room mirrored the unresolved scars of their relationship, leaving Adam to confront the challenging path that lay ahead.

He thought he had ended this relationship for good but now, he truly couldn't leave. Knowing that if he wouldn't stay, she would raise the baby alone and he would live forever with the knowledge of his kid somewhere with her. If they were to be together again, even just to raise the baby, he would promise that he would try to shield the baby from his mother as much as he could.

Emma's eyes brimmed with tears as she pleaded, "Adam, I'll change. I promise. I never realized how much I hurt you until now. I want to be a better person, for you and for our child."

Adam hesitated, his gaze flickering between her tearful eyes and the haunting memories of their past. The room seemed to close in around him as he grappled with conflicting emotions.

"Okay, Emma." He sighed. She let out a sob of joy, bringing him in for a tight hug.

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JUNE 11, 2021

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Summer arrived quicker than either had expected and soon enough Emma was in third trimester. In the sterile confines of the white hospital room, Adam stood witness to the arrival of their daughter. It was a moment of transformation, where the happiness of newfound fatherhood collided with the stark reality of uncertainty. Emotions played on his face, he had no idea how he was going to deal with any of it.

But as soon as tiny newborn baby laid in his arms, all the worries and uncertainty had faded into background noise as he held her with all the care in the world.

In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The worries, the uncertainties, the complexities—they all became distant as Adam cradled his daughter. Her tiny features, scrunched face, and the weight of her presence overwhelmed him, he couldn't help but tear up. She was perfect in every way. In that moment, he promised he would never let anyone hurt her in anyway possible.

He felt a surge of love, a protective instinct that whispered promises of care and unconditional devotion. The uncertainty that had clouded his thoughts seemed inconsequential in the face of the profound connection forged with this tiny being.

"She's perfect," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. The fragility of the newborn, the embodiment of a shared history and a future full of unknowns, stirred something deep within him. All he knew was that he loved her more than anything even if he'd only held her for a few moments.

Emma, watching Adam with a mix of exhaustion and affection, couldn't help but smile. "She's got your eyes," she remarked, a tender note in her voice. His pretty, big blue eyes. The first thing anyone ever notices about him.

Adam nodded, his gaze fixed on the tiny features of his daughter. "Yeah? Well, she's got your everything else," he added, a gentle chuckle escaping him. The weight of fatherhood settled on his shoulders, but in that moment, it felt like a privilege.

The room seemed to shrink, focusing solely on this new family unit. The soft whimpers of the newborn, the beeping of the monitoring equipment, and the distant sounds of the hospital—all merged into the backdrop of a moment that felt suspended in time.

Emma looked at Adam with tired yet contented eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. The room, once filled with the tension of labor, was now a cocoon of familial warmth.

Emma whispered, her voice hoarse from the exertion of childbirth, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

As Adam and Emma marveled at the beauty of their newborn daughter, the hospital room's door creaked open, and Adam's parents entered with a blend of excitement and nervousness. His mother, a mix of emotions painted on her face, rushed forward to embrace Adam.

"Oh, Adam, sweetheart, you're a father!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears of joy.

Adam smiled warmly, hugging his mother. "Yeah, Mom. Meet..." His words died on tongue when he realized they hadn't picked out a name for her yet.

"We haven't decided on a name yet," Emma adds quietly as she yawns.

"What about Paloma? Like your grandmother. It's perfect, just look at her."

Adam's eyes met Emma's, and for a moment, a silent agreement passed between them. Paloma—the perfect name, a homage to his grandmother, a symbol of heritage and a new beginning. They exchanged a nod, and Adam turned back to his parents.

"Paloma," he said, a smile breaking across his face. "Her name is Paloma."

The decision settled like a warm blanket, wrapping around the newborn with a sense of identity. Paloma, their little dove, had found her name in the embrace of a moment filled with love and the promise of a shared journey ahead.

──

Adam's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he and Emma found themselves ensnared in yet another argument. The air in the room crackled with tension, a silent precursor to the storm that was about to erupt. Paloma, blissfully unaware in her crib, slept soundly, while her parents grappled with the unresolved issues.

"I can't keep doing this, Emma," Adam muttered, his jaw clenched. The weight of unresolved issues hung heavily between them, each word an echo of past disagreements. "We need to talk."

Emma, her expression defensive, crossed her arms, a subtle defiance in her stance. "What's there to talk about, Adam? Everything's fine."

A bitter laugh escaped him with the weight of their shared history. "Everything's far from fine, and you know it. Paloma needs stability, and you can't keep pretending that everything's okay when it's not."

Emma's eyes flashed with irritation. "I'm her mother, Adam. I know what's best for her."

Adam's jaw clenched, frustration palpable. "You barely spend time with her but refuse my help. Every time I ask you to be a part of her life, you find an excuse. This isn't fair to Paloma, and it's not fair to me especially when you dragged me into this in the first place."

Paloma stirred in her crib, a subtle reminder of the fragile peace that hung in the balance. The argument, a reflection of their complicated past, loomed over them, threatening to unravel the delicate threads that held their connection together.

Emma's gaze hardened, and she retorted, "I didn't force you into anything, Adam. You were a part of this too, remember?"

Adam's frustration escalated, his voice sharper. "I was a part of it because I wanted to be a father to Paloma, not because I wanted to be stuck in this cycle with you. I can't keep watching you push me away, I wanna be apart of her life-"

She scoffed, a bitter edge to her tone. "You act like I'm the bad guy here. I'm doing my best, Adam."

"You dragged me into this," he continued, a sharp edge to his tone. "I fought to be a part of Paloma's life because I wanted to, but you make it impossible. This isn't about us anymore; it's about her. You need to step up and be a mother, like you'd wanted to almost a year ago when you decided to have her."

Emma's eyes narrowed, defensive walls fortified. "I am her mother. But you don't get to dictate how I should do things. I have my own life, Adam-"

"And Paloma is a part of that life, whether you like it or not!" Adam yelled, the frustration in his voice reaching a boiling point. "I can't keep covering for you, Emma. My mom asks where you're at and half the time, I don't even fucking know. You can't just show up when it's convenient for you and disappear when it's not."

Paloma's soft cries began, the room filled with the sound of her distress, a reflection of the anger surrounding her. Adam's frustration transformed into determination. "I won't let you keep hurting her with your inconsistency, especially when she's old enough to remember. If you can't be a constant presence in her life, then maybe it's better if you're not a part of it at all."

The words hung in the air, a heavy proclamation that seemed to mark the unraveling of their already strained connection. Emma, caught between defiance and vulnerability, met Adam's gaze with a steely resolve, setting the stage for a tumultuous chapter in the story of Paloma's fractured family.

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[fakesimp]

HIIII I WANT TO REQUEST SOMETHINGGG

alright so i was thinking..luxiem separate reaction to shu practicing his magic ofc and he accidentally turns u into a baby. for like 24 hours. 😭 this ofc is sfw cuz..babies yk

if u have questions dont worry abt asking u can dm!! thank u in advance!! 🩷

Accidental Sorcery

Warning !

Fluff ; Crack ; Mentions of Confusion ; Established Relationship

Fic are made in medium form !

A/n !

Second ask checked on the list ! I hope this reaches your expectations !! <3

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Vox Akuma

This demon is stumped,

And this demon, is holding his laughter as he sees your little cute figure, he is stifling his laughter as he glance down at you in a certain sorcerer's arms before looking at up at the person who's holding you that is smiling in agony.

"I'm so sorry, this. This shouldn't have happened, it'll last for just 24 hours, so please. Make sure they don't get hurt"

That's what the sorcerer said, with an apologetic look on his face as he handle you to your Beloved Voice Demon. "24 hours, got it."

Or so he said.

He have no idea what does babies like, for thousands of years he had been alone, he had forgotten how to take care of babies. It'll took him quite awhile to finally be able to handle you.

So overall, he is kinda not too good caretaker, but hey he tried his best at least.

Though when you turned back to normal in his arms the next morning, you will get a clingy af Demon because he missed the adult you and he can finally rest without hearing a baby's cry for hours.

Mysta Rias

No.

Just, good God, I don't know how you'll live.

Just kidding, I believe he is even more scared than you, because he could barely take care of himself, and how exactly is he gonna take care a damn baby?

And the fact that the baby is you? Making him even more worried than he already is.

"Shu, what the fuck did you do" "I, It's an accident okay, this is not how it's suppose to go."

Mysta internally screaming when Shu told him to take care of you for 24 hours, and now here he is, having a staring contest with you.

But in the end, both of you had fun with each other, he'll made you laugh so many times because of his stupid thing he did either by accident or on purpose.

At night, you're definitely deadass asleep on the bed, because you're so tired.

He actually fed you well too, despite him not being able like to cook for himself, and don't worry he didn't cook the food he feed you. He doesn't really trust himself for cooking for you when your body is more fragile.

The next morning when you turned back, he is so relieved you're okay. Hugs and cuddles with him in the morning, lazy morning with him because he needed that rest <3

Overall, he is a good caretaker.

Luca Kaneshiro

"Omg, a, a baby!- Who, Who's this? "

"It's your lover."

"Oh, haha.

What? "

Luca was left speechless when Shu explained your situation, and now that he is holding a, baby you in his arms.

Shu is still feeling guilty for what happened, but Luca told him not to worry too much about it, he'll take a good are of you.

And he did! Literally.

He took a day off to take care of you, making sure you're safe and sound. Since y'know, his job is, not quite kids friendly.

A literal golden retriever, he knows what to do to make you laugh, your laughter will literally be echoing throughout his apartment. He would make his, lackeys, doing stupid thing to see you laugh.

Food? Don't worry, he'll get the finest baby food for you to eat! And he himself is going to feed you, and it is quite a challenge, but he did it.

He is not gonna sleep until you sleep first, and it took goddamn hours for him to manage to get you to bed, and what's funny is that he fell asleep first.

And you soon after followed him, into the dream world. In his arms.

The next morning he woke up first, and saw you had turned back normal, "Oh, BABEEE WELCOME BACKKK!!" Is the first thing he said as he hugs you quite tight in his arms.

A lovely caretaker honestly.

Ike Eveland

"Please tell me this is not who I think it is."

".... Yes it is who you think it is.."

"Oh my god... What happened Shu..."

Ike was in closing his eyes the entire time, he is having his moment as he process what Shu just said.

Shu is so guilty upon what happened, after he told Ike how long the effect will last Ike is internally sighing.

He is a good caretaker, you're in good hands don't worry.

He knows how to take care of you, feeding you with proper food, playing with you for a certain amount of time. Also sleeping at the right time.

As messy as his sleep schedule is, he will not tolerate you sleeping late like him, so he will make you go to bed at reasonable time.

He is with you yes, but he's going to keep an eye on you, while he's looking at his phone too. Once you are asleep, he would gently pat your head as he laid beside you.

When you turned back in the morning, he will sigh in relief that you're okay, he'll pull you into his arms.

"Thank God you're okay."

Shu Yamino

The man who caused the accident.

He is having a staring contest with you, you're on the floor looking up at him, and him looking down at you on the floor.

"Oh no."

Is what he said before picking you up and tried to figure out how long does the effect will last. Once he found out it'll last for 24 hours, he doesn't really know what to do.

He could entertain you with his shikigamis, so overall, the one that's doing the care is his shikigamis. But he is going to be there for you,

One time you're pulling on the hem of his pants, he looked over at the small figure behind him. Humming softly, "Hm? What's wrong?"

If you wanted him to company you, he'll melt. The way you ask for his company is so cute. He would drop whatever he's doing and went to company you.

Knowing that as soon as you hit the bed, you're fast asleep. He was in awe when that happened, he'll pull up his blanket and look over at the clock, it is almost 11 pm and he felt quite bad for making you slept quite late.

He barely done anything as a caretaker honestly, but hey, he is going to be there whenever you need his company.

Once morning arrived, he is asleep next to you. You are the one that's awake first, you stared at his sleeping figure before snuggling close to him, he was quite surprised at the sudden movement, but when he realized it's you he'll hug you close to him. Chuckling away before whispering an apology.

"I'm sorry, It won't happen again, I swear"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

There we go !! I hope you liked this <3 ! Thank you for requesting !!

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[ronancebyler]

why do people hate eddie so much?

like what he did to lucas was very very shitty. he acts all anti-conformist and then created this whole nerd vs jock mentality, but i kind of assumed it was because he was bullied by jocks so he has biases. i didn't think he was irredeemable because of it.

i need to know, im new in this fandom. what did he do?

same thing with steddie. why do people hate it so much? is it not just any ship that didnt have that much screentime but became weirdly popular? that's pretty commonplace in fandom culture. i dont see nearly as many people hating on buckingham (except for the people who hate noncanon ships but yk what i mean).

[rizzyu]

this is so weird but

yk that tiktok art video of grimace crying because people are throwing up his shake? i saw it and now im crying

do you mind writing how luxiem would react to their s/o or friend crying when they see the vid?

When You Cryge About Grimace HC  

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Comfort, fluff

Warning: uh NO

Summary: How would Luxiem react when you started crying after watching a Tiktok art video of Grimace sadging about his shakes getting thrown up.

A/N: HOLY FREAKING COW I’M NOT DEAD- anyways sorry that took so long thx for the request buddy chum pal :) (I totally wasn’t running out of ideas in the process)

Also bye bye Mysta we love you :(

After a long day, you slumped onto the bed. You took out your phone and began scrolling through Tiktok. That was when you came across an art video about the recent Grimace Shake trend. Grimace was upset that people were puking his milkshake and started crying. You sat there, watching the video and began feeling sorry for the purple mascot. So much that tears began brimming in your eyes, before falling onto the bedsheets as you blink. Just then, you beloved (member name) walked into your bedroom to let you know that they had just ran a bath for you. As they stepped in the room they saw you sitting at the edge of the bed, sniffling while having an arm over your eyes...

Vox Akuma

Walked over to you to lift your chin, making you face him

"Darling what happened? Is something wrong?" He spoke to you gently while wiping away the tears on your face tenderly

Oh man your heart went inserts holy music AaaaAAAAaaaAaaaaAAAaaAaaA from how loving he was with you

BARKS-

When you told him about the video, he smiled, and placed a hand on your head

"Don't cry, I bet Grimace would be glad to know that you're crying for him."

You looked up at his face as your tears slowly subdued, before you smiled warmly at him

And then inhales C U D D L E S

Mysta Rias

Starts to panic

"YO WHAT- WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YOU HURT? DID SOMEBODY BULLY YOU? DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG???"

To be completely honest, you were now more concerned about Mysta than crying for Grimace

After calming him down, you told him about the video of Grimace you saw

"BAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAH BRO YOU WERE CRYING FOR GRIMACE??" WHEEEEEZE

Your face:    •̄ _ •̄

After laughing his ass off, he'd buy you a Grimace shake to make up for it

Luca Kaneshiro

Committed sonic speed to your side

And started frantically asking if you were ok, what happened etc...

Possibility of Luca shaking you frantically as well: 80%

He'd also be ready to threaten whoever made you cry at GUNPOINT

But when he found out that you were crying for Grimace, he'd be flUTTEring on the inside from how sweet you were

But he'd still wanna cheer you up because you're his POGCHAMP and you're so POG and POG AND POOOOOGGGGG

So to properly celebrate Grimace's birthday, you two decided to order 2 Grimace shakes

Wishing Grimace a happy birthday, you took a sip, only to find that the shake is actually quite good 〃°o°〃

Ike Eveland

Rushed over to you and gave you huggies while asking you what happened

You'd probably shed even more tears from seeing how lovingly and worried his gaze was on you

After you had calmed down, you told Ike about the Tiktok video of Grimace you saw and how sorry you were for Grimace

Ike couldn't help but curl his lips up to a gentle smile, knowing how sweet you were to shed tears for someone else

He'd then whisper affirmative words to you and try to cheer you up while cuddling you

Might have Grimace shakes later (with some caviar toast on the side ≖‿≖)

Shu Yamino

Went over to hug you and help you wipe away your tears

You told him about the Grimace video and he chuckled while stroking your hair

"No need to cry babe, how about we celebrate Grimace's birthday together later? Besides, it's not good to cry so much"

He'd try to cheer you up with jokes (works everytime  ˘◡˘ )

"Hey babe have you ever heard of grima? GRIMA BALLS"

So there you go, making dumb jokes in the middle of the night while sipping on your ordered Grimace shakes

[heyitspersephone]

Thinking about stranger things again now that the strikes are over and how, narratively, it would be way, WAY cooler to have Mike get Vecna’d instead of Will in s5

It’s just something about the way Mike’s trauma is never addressed or handled in any way?? Like, he hugs his mom twice and then when he was depressed in season 2 and 4 nobody did anything (his parents scolded him for his behavior in s2 ig but that’s not support). His best friend went missing leaving from his house, he watched his body get pulled from the quarry, watched El (in his eyes) kill herself stopping the demogorgon, watched Will be possessed, saw Bob die, was in Star Court when everything went down, saw Billy die, had his best friend move away, was SHOT AT (and really too few people talk about the shooting in Cali bc omg??), buried a body, and watched the apocalypse start. And that’s just off the top of my head.

(And yes I’m aware that the other characters (especially Will) are traumatized too but I will get to my point in a second just hold on)

The plot is geared towards this idea that Will and Henry have to have some big face off (and they should, in my opinion, but I don’t think it should be in a possession, or at least not the the Vecna kind of possession, yk?) but that makes it all the better, writing wise, to have mike be the one in danger. Will was helpless and hiding in s1, I think Will should get his big strong moments in s5 where he gets to be the hero of the story.

It would just be a lot more fun to work with Mike being Vecna’d than Will, because what are we going to bring up with Will’s visions? His dad? His sexuality? The events of s1 from his perspective? It would be cool to see, for sure, but we already know most of that. Mike, on the other hand, has a number of untapped things, like jumping off the quarry, why he’s so hesitant to tell El he loves her, how someone who was smart and kind enough to take El in in s1 and come up with the spy and sauna plans in s2 and s3 could turn into the oblivious asshole that he was in s3 and s4 (he needs therapy, ik, I still love his character but I want to explore the reasons he went from his s2 characterization to his s3 one)

It would be a very interesting parallel, I think, to explore Mike’s thought processes in this way, especially with all of Mike’s repression business (bc whether you ship byler or milkvan he is repressing his feelings HARD. Like, beyond his inability to say I love you there’s the fact that he doesn’t bring up the apparent many times he called pre-s4 during the Rink O Mania fight?? That literally would’ve absolved him of guilt in that argument since he WAS reaching out to Will the whole time? Hellooooo????).

Anyways, this all brings me to my main point: Vecna targets isolation as much as he targets trauma and guilt. The whole party was traumatized by the events in s1, s2, and s3, but Max was the one targeted. Plus, Henry went for Fred, Chrissy, and Patrick (I think his name was Patrick) instead of going for the perceivably easy targets that the mcs would make (ik narratively that would’ve made it more boring but shhh), so why Max and those three specifically? They were isolated. Lucas and Erica have each other, Dustin goes to Steve and Robin, Will and El have each other and Jonathan and Joyce, Nancy probably goes to Jonathan, and who does Mike go to?

No one. And don’t say Nancy because if those two have heart to hearts then I’m the next coming of Christ. Max separated herself from the Party in the aftermath of her grief and guilt over Billy, and it feels quite obvious that Mike was doing the same (like I said, he has repression issues). So Mike is traumatized, alone, and guilty (be it Will getting taken from Mike’s house, losing El in front of him multiple times, the many deaths he has witnessed, or the internalized homophobia angle), which makes him more of a target than Will, in my opinion (or at least an easier one, especially given his tendency to put himself on the line during fights (quarry, most of s2, s3 mindflayer fight), which would set him up on the suicidal ideation path)

Furthermore, as I’ve seen a few other people point out (and I can’t find the posts but one of them had eight screenshots of the various moments), Mike is always the one getting in the way, so it would be a strategic move for Henry to target him to get him out of the picture. Mike was the one that found El and got her involved in saving Will s1, he was the one who came up with the spy plan and called out the ambush in s2, he was the one to monologue Will out of his possession s2, he was the one with the sauna plan for Billy in s3, he was the one trying to help El get the strength to fight s4 (even if the monologue sucked ass it’s the intention that counts). As much as people like to hate on Mike, he is in the leader position most of the time when the party is grouped up (barring his mental health struggles slowing that down beginning of s3 and throughout s4, but he’s still capable of it). He’s the idea man, and he’s the one whose character’s foundations were built on the desire to keep his friends safe, so it would be a very fun plot line to watch him be the one targeted in s5. Like Will said, as lovestruck and cheesy as he was, Mike is the heart of the party when he’s on his A-game, so Henry should 100% be trying to keep him in the issues he’s been struggling with.

Obviously, Will and El are the Targets with a capital T for Henry since they’re the ones that got away or whatever, but I think Mike is a weakness of Will’s (and El’s tbh but also I think they need to have separate character arcs and I don’t exactly ship milkvan) that should be exploited.

TL;DR: Mike should get Vecna’d instead of Will in s5 because it would make sense in lore and be a very cool way to resolve his character arc

[hotmessmaxpress]

Mate pleaseeee dont stop writing ever about marc and marco like they areee sososo ughh idk!!!! like it just works so good yk

so thats why i say pretty please with a cherry onntop to give me another snippet of them interacting in anyway🤞🙏

Here is my Bezz x Marc friendship thesis! Which is maybe not what you're looking for but I don't have the brainpower to write an entire scene. I did have the brainpower to dump all of my thoughts about them though!

Okay so in this au there are two main things that I think change Bezz’s view of Marc from enemy to bestie. One is that Bezz has a meltdown about the whole thing and Vale puts him in his place. (I wrote more of this that I might post when I like it!)

The more compelling part to me that I sort of glossed over in the first part of this au is that Bezz has a moment of realization that he and Marc are both omegas. As Marc has noticed, Bezz really doesn’t think too hard about his role as the pack omega. He just is. When Luca first tells Bezz about Marc’s bite and just how badly Vale fucked it up, it sends Bezz into a bit of a crisis that takes him a long time to really confront head on. He sort of just shoves it aside until he has had time to adjust to Marc being in the pack.

Bezz then realizes that no matter what happens, he will always understand Marc better than any other member of the pack because they share the unique experience of being an omega and everything that comes with that. While Bezz’s pack don’t treat him really any differently (at least not in a bad way– if anything they spoil him) than they would if he was an alpha, that doesn’t change the fact that they could. They could take advantage of him, especially during his heats. They could treat him like he’s lesser-than. And none of that ever really occurred to him until he found out about what happened to Marc. And at first, that scared him. The idea that his pack would ever do that to him was terrifying. Pretty quickly, though, he realized that they wouldn’t actually ever do that. Still, that knowledge remained. He and Marc are the only two people in their pack that have to cope with everything that comes with being an omega.

So when it comes to welcoming Marc to the pack (even though it takes Bezz the longest of any of the other pack members) once Bezz decides to love him he loves him. Marc is already a pro at codependent relationships (lol love you Alex) and he and Bezz pretty much latch onto each other.

Marc is who Bezz goes to when he doesn’t feel well. He goes to Marc when he’s tired. He goes to Marc when he needs attention. And on the flip side, Marc goes to Bezz as well. When he needs someone to help him be calm and clear his thoughts, he goes to Bezz.

Marc loves Vale’s room, and he loves that it becomes their room together (he even loves that Vale has a bike in there, a fact which has changed my brain chemistry). He loves the way that Vale has his little pack who all love him and listen to him and look to him for advice. But sometimes he still isn’t sure where he fits into that– he’s closer in age to most of the pack members than he is to Vale, and he really doesn’t feel comfortable giving them unsolicited advice in the way Vale does. He goes to Bezz for reassurance, and he finds himself in Bezz’s room often. There’s something comforting about having a room to go to that doesn’t smell like alpha. Bezz is always happy to have him, too. He lets Marc join him in whatever he’s doing, even if it means Marc silently pressing up against him in bed while Bezz plays video games. Bezz doesn’t even question it. Marc is always allowed in his nests or in his arms.

Maybe they’ve just had a long day of training at the ranch, and Marc’s nerves are frayed because training at the ranch always brings up weird emotions about his first breakup with Vale. And Marc could go to Vale but he doesn’t really want to talk about it and he knows that if he goes to Vale, his mate is going to get all sad-eyed and feel guilty and Marc doesn’t want that! So instead he showers and goes to Bezz’s room, where it smells comfortingly of omega and safety and calm. And Bezz has just showered and his hair is sort of fluffy the way it gets when he allows it to air dry.

Maybe Bezz is even expecting it because he knows Marc gets weird about training at the ranch sometimes (maybe this is even their routine!). So he’s ready and is happy to let Marc curl up next to him in bed. Marc is wearing a sweatshirt that belongs to Vale and he just watches, silently, as Bezz plays video games. He doesn’t join in because he’s tired and emotionally wiped out, but he keeps his chin planted firmly on Bezz’s shoulder. He feels Bezz tense every time he struggles with a battle and feels him relax when he wins. There’s no pressure to talk or explain himself or entertain the other man. They sit in comfortable silence, cuddled together.

Vale comes to check on him usually, and bring them snacks, sometimes, but Marc always stays with the other omega until he feels okay again.