#something something “I hate the way I don’t hate you not even a little bit not even at all” + deceit

[luveline]

i just saw someone on tiktok say “behind every girl that always wants to be around their partner is a little who’s dad didn’t choose her.” with aaron pls :(( and reader reveals her daddy issues? xxx

—hotch comforts you when you worry you depend on him for the wrong reasons. fem, 2k

You were aware of the irony. Girl who hates her father latches onto the first older man to give her any positive attention: the framing isn’t complimentary to either of you, and it’s not true, really. You love Aaron because he’s kind, and he’s handsome, and because he loves you first. You won’t pretend he’s perfect even if he might say that about you. He doesn’t have to be. 

Aaron is kind where all the other men in your life have been cruel. He is the person you go to when things go wrong, even if you don’t expect him to fix things for you. You know you have ‘daddy issues’, and you don’t want them to affect how you and Aaron are when you’re together, but it’s obvious to the both of you that you crave being looked after. The way Aaron takes care of you absolutely factors into why you love him. 

He wraps the tail end of your scarf into your coat and flattens the lump of it until it’s under your chin. “Alright?” he asks, not expecting an answer as he turns away to grab his own scarf. “Will that coat be warm enough? It might be a few hours.” 

“Fine. We’ll be inside most of the time.” 

“Mm,” he hums, reaching back to pinch your side. You laugh and he smiles but doesn’t say anything further, pulling open the front door, and holding it for you until you’re on the porch. 

“You know you don’t have to… spoil him, so much,” you say lightly. 

“It’s not spoiling, he only wants a few things.” 

You’d personally felt that Jack’s birthday wish list was a bit long, but you don’t care. You don’t have a vendetta against Jack's happiness. If Aaron wants to spend half a paycheck (alright, a quarter, if that) on some toys, he should do it. But he probably knows already that Jack won’t care if he doesn’t get all of that stuff. “I didn’t get half as much for my birthdays,” you say. 

“Believe me, honey, neither did I.” 

“One year someone’s mom got me a full box set of movies though. That was a good one.” 

“One year, I got two different pagers.” He snorts. “And now they’re useless.” 

“I never used a pager.” 

Aaron goes a bit red, self-shame or something silly like that. “Don’t tell me that.” 

“Cradle snatcher.” 

“Stop, that’s not funny.” 

It’s funny. You aren’t shockingly younger than Aaron but it’s definitely enough time to see the difference (not that you care, you quite like him with his permanent wrinkle between his brows and his big, big hands). “I really haven’t. I know what they are, of course, but I went straight to a cell phone.” 

He grumbles something unheard. Together, you get into his car and drive to the shopping centre nearest the house, a maze of storefronts with outdoor entrances, like a mall that’s been shaken and thrown out over two streets. It’s not entertaining but in a way, it’s good. Aaron holds your hand and you can walk around with your head held high, proud to be a well-dressed, in love-looking partnership. See, your face says to anyone who’ll look, I’m well-loved. 

After an hour or two he kisses your cheek and decides aloud that you need dinner. He doesn’t ask if you’re hungry, he just chooses, and you love it. 

“Thank you for letting me come today,” you say, sitting across from him behind a dinner plate and a towering glass of lemon water. 

“Did I let you?” he asks, distracted by his steak and fries, though he sounds as loving as usual. 

“You could’ve said no.” 

“I have no reason to. I like when you’re with me. Thank you for letting me bring you, then, and boring you half to death.” 

“Freezing me the other half.” 

“Ah, so smart, so clever,” he murmurs. 

“Witty.” 

“Always, aren’t you?” 

You wonder about the dessert menu, find your mouth working of its own accord. “It doesn’t feel believable, sometimes. That you want me around so much.” 

He pauses, resting his knife across his fork. With a free hand, he gestures to your hand. “Would you like more proof?” 

You aren’t sure what he means, the tennis bracelet he got you for your first anniversary, or the engagement ring that sits heavily on your marriage finger waiting to be traded for a golden band. Maybe he means the teeny silver bracelet that falls down your arm whenever you move, that one just for fun. 

“Not,” he says slowly, his eyes squinted to tell you that you’re caught, “that jewellery should be your sole proof.” 

“Would you like to prove it to me now?” 

He reaches over to squeeze your hand. “I want you around all of the time. If I could I’d have us sewn together at the hip.” He’s grinning, thumbing against your knuckles. “It might not be comfortable at night when you’re trying to climb all over me.” 

“You climb all over me, Hotchner, don’t lie.” 

Aaron nods appreciatively. “That’s right. You’re the second most important thing in my life, and that’s not your fault, only Jack is so endearing.” 

“He’s a lucky kid.” 

“No, he’s not,” Aaron says gently, “but I really do love him.” 

“Of course he’s lucky. He has a dad who loves him to pieces, his Aunt Jess is like, superwoman, and– you know, I know I’m not the same as that, but I love him.”

“You look after him,” Aaron says. 

“It’s honestly just nice that you seem to like him. You don’t act like he’s an annoyance for you, you aren’t angry to have to come out today to get him his presents.” 

“Well, no. It’s not something to be angry about. When you have kids, you’re signing up for every part of having them.” 

“I know.” 

He takes a sip of his drink and puts it down beside your own in what you know to be him buying a little time. “Honey, is there something… I don’t know, something you want to talk about? Is it Jack's birthday…?”

You feel your heart fall into your mouth, as though it began life somewhere else, heartbeat mortified on your tongue. He sees you fluster and immediately softens, turning your hand in his to stroke along the inside of your wrist. 

“Nevermind,” he says. 

“No.” You clear your throat. “It’s not about Jack’s birthday. It’s just… you know you weren’t always the best father you could’ve been.” 

He nods. “I do.” 

“But you are now. You’ve made sacrifices, you– you chose Jack.” 

“I couldn’t not.” You’re quiet. He understands. “Sweetheart, we don’t have to talk about it now. Would that be better? You can think about what you have to say, and I promise I’ll listen without judging you when you’re ready to tell me about it. Okay?” He gives your wrist a squeeze. “You aren’t upset, are you?” 

“I’m just thinking.” 

“Are you too distracted for dessert?” 

You let Aaron pick one for you. Let him pay the bill, he’d be insulted if you even asked about splitting it, and he might genuinely get annoyed if you offered yourself. You usually love it. Someone loves you enough that money is practically immaterial. Just last month he had to have the roof of the house redone, and you know his money isn’t infinite, as does he, and yet it didn’t stop you from being spoiled, because any money he has was money shared. You know if he suddenly turned pauper he’d still spoil you, same way you’re spoiled with soft touches and less chores than you should take. 

“You know I don’t think of you as my father, right?” you ask. 

Aaron chokes on a startled laugh. “Of course I do,” he says, coughing, clutching your elbow. 

“So if I tell you that sometimes the way you treat me reminds me of my father, you won’t take it the wrong way?” 

“No.” He smiles where he should frown, wraps an arm behind your back when he should be judging you. “Men are still men. And I am a father, so it makes sense that you’d have those connotations in mind sometimes.” 

“I don’t want you to be my dad, but I do wonder… I wonder if I want to be around you so much because my father didn’t want to be around me. Does that make sense?” 

“I think it makes sense to wonder about it,” he says diplomatically. 

You’re nearly back to the car and this is a strange place to bare your heart, but it’s not so dramatic, you suppose. “I just think that sometimes I cling to you so much, and it must be– I’m insecure about you.”

“Mm, but you have no reason to be,” he says, pulling you closer still, his fingers aligned against your ribs and warming through your layers. 

“My father didn’t like me, not like you like Jack. There were things that were far more important to him. But with you, I’m important, and– and I know it’s not the same relationship, but–” You groan, not sure what you’re trying to say to him, or what you want him to understand. 

“My father didn’t like me, either,” Aaron says, encouraging you to keep walking to the car. “He was not a nice person. And it absolutely affected how I feel now, even if I don’t always think about him. The way he treated me when I was young influenced the person I am now. And looking for the things I wish he was, looking for kindness, for a gentle partner, it doesn’t mean that I need a placeholder for him, does it? I know what you’re saying to me. Don’t think you’re wrong for wanting to be looked after.” 

You can’t help breathing out a sigh of relief. “Right.” 

“I’ve never been a young woman, and I don’t have a daughter, but it’s not hard to imagine how you felt. It’s okay to wish you’d been loved properly.” 

“I was never a daddy’s girl,” you confess. 

“It’s not fair. Everyone wants to be treasured when they're a kid. And it makes sense that you’re still looking for that feeling. We both know it’s not the same, but I really will look after you.” He smiles. “Okay?” 

“Okay. Sorry if it’s too weird.” 

“It’s not weird to want someone who takes care of you.” 

You bring your hands to his face. They’re smaller than his, you’ve shorter fingers with softer palms, but they fit perfectly on his cheeks. You tease the scratchy hill of his chin with your thumb before closing your eyes, reaching up for a kiss. The bags hanging from your elbows crack, crushed as Aaron gets his hands behind your back to hold you. 

“You’re too good to me,” you say softly, returning flat to your heels. 

Aaron pulls your face back to kiss your cheek. “You deserve everything you get, honey. I promise.” 

[dckweed]

tiktok made me do it gf! vs tf141 bf

You and your boyfriend had been fighting.

Not screaming fighting, but the kind where the tension was thick, every comment had a bit too much bite, and the silence after was deafening.

So by the time you both got home?

He was fuming.

You were pissed.

And the car ride was basically a scene from a low-budget, enemies-to-lovers road trip movie.

You didn’t expect it to end in the dining room. On the table. With your boyfriend’s head between your thighs.

But honestly? You were just doing your part to deescalate the situation (and thanking the tiktok algorithm for showing you videos of girls doing this because now you know how to win every argument).

Captain Price – “outta your fuckin’ mind—”

Price was seething the whole ride home.

Hands clenched on the wheel. Jaw tight. Not saying a damn word.

You were equally stubborn, arms crossed, watching the passing streetlights like they personally offended you.

And once you were inside, he didn’t even wait for you to take off your shoes before he launched into it.

"You can’t just run your mouth and expect me to—" "John—" "No, sweetheart. Let me finish."

You walked into the kitchen and leaned on the island, letting him get it out.

He paced. He ranted.

You just stood there, thinking: God, his arms look good when he’s angry.

And then he got that tone. That gruff, righteous, maddeningly sexy tone that made you wanna kill him or jump him or both.

So you snapped.

Not with yelling.

No.

With tits.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and just lifted.

Bam. Boobs. Front and center.

Price—mid-sentence— Froze.

Eyes locked. Mouth open. Brain offline.

The silence was glorious.

He blinked. Slowly.

Then—

"Sweetheart…" His voice dropped an octave. "You think that’s gonna fix this?"

You grinned. "Is it working?"

He took two steps forward. Big hands grabbing your hips. Lifting you up onto the dining table like you weighed nothing.

"You’re outta your fuckin’ mind-“ "Little bit." "And I’m gonna ruin you for it."

His mouth was on you in seconds.

Argument? Never happened.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – “middle of an argument.”

Gaz was pissed.

You’d said something smart in the car, and instead of backing down, you doubled down, which led to the kind of quiet fury that had him driving with one hand clenched and the other gripping the wheel like it owed him money.

The walk into the house? Silent. The door slam? Dramatic. And the way he tossed his keys? Downright unholy.

He followed you into the kitchen, hands on his hips.

"You wanna explain why you always gotta test me in front of people?" "I wasn’t testing you—" "Don’t interrupt, I’m actually mad—"

He launched into a speech. Pacing. Gesturing. Muscles tight, jaw clenched, voice low and full of controlled rage that had your thighs pressing together.

Finally, mid-rant, you had enough.

You turned, lifted your shirt, and let the girls breathe.

Kyle made a noise you’d never heard before.

Kind of like a dying animal and a man getting punched in the chest at the same time.

He staggered backward. Blinking.

"Why would you— babe, no—" "Yes."

"We’re in the middle of an argument—"

"Are we?"

You hopped up on the counter. Spread your legs. Tilted your head with a smirk.

"Still mad?"

Kyle dropped to his knees like a devout worshipper.

"I hate you so fuckin’ much." "No, you don’t."

He kissed your thigh.

"Shut up."

Then he showed you exactly how not mad he was.

Simon "Ghost" Riley – “...Lucky you’re cute.”

Ghost didn’t do yelling.

He did quiet, lethal rage.

And tonight?

You’d pushed him a little too far.

So the drive home had been tense. His hand never left the gearshift. His jaw never unclenched. He didn’t speak a word.

When you walked inside, he followed silently.

And then, in the kitchen—he cracked.

"You can’t just talk to me like that and then act like it’s fine." "I didn’t mean—" "Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, does it? You meant it when you said it."

His voice was low, steady, the kind of angry that made your stomach flip with a confusing mix of guilt and want.

You stood there for a minute. Silent.

Then:

"Simon." He looked at you.

You lifted your shirt.

He blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Hand flexed.

He stared at your chest like it personally betrayed him.

Then— He stepped forward.

Grabbed your waist. Lifted you onto the dining table.

Voice dark and slow:

"You’re fuckin’ lucky you’re cute."

Then he dropped to his knees.

"Real fuckin’ lucky."

(You didn’t even apologize. You just thanked him.)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – “babe..what the fuck?”

Soap was livid.

Not because of the fight itself— But because you laughed when he was trying to be serious.

And now?

He was stomping around the kitchen, arms waving, pacing like a man who just found out his team lost the World Cup.

"I try to be serious ONE time, and you—" "Johnny—" "No, don’t ‘Johnny’ me—"

You watched him rant, shirt sticking to his back, arms flexing.

And then, when he hit peak drama—

You flashed him.

No warning. No buildup. Just tits.

Johnny straight up froze.

Mid-word.

His mouth hung open.

"Babe… what the fuck—"

You grinned. "Still mad?"

He walked forward like he was in a trance.

Lifted you right up onto the table.

"You are a MENACE," he growled. "An absolute demon. And I love you so much it’s terrifying."

And then he made very, very good use of his mouth.

(You bought a new dining table a couple days later)

Moral of the Story:

Arguments? Overrated.

Tits? Unmatched conflict resolution strategy.

[goofygubegubler]

𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅

Spencer throws out a comment so uncharacteristically bold that even Morgan is speechless.

wc: 768 | F!Reader (established relationship) | cw: VERY suggestive

A/N: I’m honestly blown away by all the love on my first fic—thank you so much! I’ve got more in the works, including blurbs and maybe even a few one-shots. My asks are open, so feel free to send requests or just chat! Hope you enjoy this one—it's short and oh so sweet <3

Your desk was a mess—files spread out, coffee half-drunk, and a notepad filled with half-legible scribbles. Across from you, Spencer was deep in his own pile of paperwork, meticulously writing everything out by hand, as usual. Despite having access to every digital tool imaginable, he still swore by pen and paper, claiming it helped him retain information better. It was kinda endearing, in a stubborn, old-man way.

You were in the middle of reviewing a case file, flipping through pages while absentmindedly tapping your pen against your desk, when you heard Morgan stroll over to Spencer’s desk.

“Come on, pretty boy,” Morgan said, dropping his coffee onto Spencer's desk with a thud. “You mean to tell me you, the guy who once used the word ‘cloacal kiss’ in casual conversation, has nothing to say about his own mating habits?”

Your fingers hovered over your mouse as you scrolled through your playlist on your monitor, hesitating between switching to something instrumental or letting the indie rock keep playing. Oh boy. Here we go.

Spencer barely looked up, flipping a page in his file. “Because, unlike you, I don’t feel the need to turn my personal life into locker room talk.”

Morgan grinned. "I’m just saying, man, if all that reading has you treating sex like a final exam, I got some study guides for you."

Spencer finally lifted his head, blinking at him like he was the dumbest person alive. “Morgan, your definition of 'expertise' is having a lot of experience. Mine is actually understanding the mechanics of what you’re talking about.”

Morgan scoffed. “That’s not even—listen, Savannah and I are solid, okay? And I’m just saying, for a guy who overexplains everything, you sure get real quiet about this topic.”

Spencer gave him a flat look, putting his pen down. "Morgan, sex isn’t complicated. It’s just applied physics with a little bit of chemistry—and if done correctly, some very impressive biology."

JJ, who had apparently been listening in, snorted. "That might be the nerdiest thing you’ve ever said—and that’s saying something."

Morgan threw up his hands. "See? This is what I’m talking about! The man could turn seduction into a science fair project."

Morgan pointed at Spencer, then at you, then back at Spencer, clearly trying to form a comeback. Before he could, Spencer sighed and said, "Morgan, what do you want me to say? Yes, I have sex. Yes, I enjoy it. No, I’m not about to give you a play-by-play."

Morgan opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, searching for something—anything—that wouldn't result in him taking yet another loss. Finally, he let out a deep sigh, grabbed his coffee, and pointed a finger at Spencer. "We're not done."

Spencer just smiled, leaning back slightly in his chair. "Morgan, I hate to break it to you, but we were done the moment you started this conversation."

You were still working, or at least making a half-hearted attempt at it, but you weren’t exactly subtle. Your grip on the pen had tightened, your page-flipping slowed, and the barely-contained smirk on your face was giving you away completely. Spencer noticed—of course, he did. His sharp eyes flicked toward you, and the way his lips curled just slightly told you he knew you were listening.

He tilted his head, eyebrows raised in amusement. "Don’t act like you didn’t hear that."

You huffed, shaking your head as you clicked play on your music.

The first few soft notes of "Juno" by Sabrina Carpenter filtered through your headphones.

But your mind was already elsewhere—lingering on the way Spencer had leaned back so casually, how he hadn’t hesitated once, how damn sure of himself he had been. You bit your lip, heat crawling up your spine. You liked the way he’d said it—like he knew exactly what effect he had on you, and he wasn’t afraid to use it. Like he enjoyed it. Like he was claiming something, not just stating a fact. And that was the part that really got to you. You liked being seen, being wanted, being talked about like you were something worth studying, something worth knowing inside and out.

But you were at work. And work meant focus, control, and professionalism. You exhaled, straightening in your chair and forcing your attention back to the case file in front of you. Even as you tried to push it aside, the heat still curled in your stomach, his voice replaying in your head like a song you couldn’t shake.

And then, as if on cue, Sabrina Carpenter’s voice cut through the moment:

 "Sorry if you feel objectified."

[tiki-was-here]

Most Valuable Possession Chapter Two

Injured Athlete Homelander x GN Physical Therapist Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Wrote this while watching athf and being balls deep in some popeyes. My ooga booga monkey brain is struggling to not just write homelannder bussing it down on that thang. Idk how you slow burn ppl do it. Also the rate at which I pump out fics is gonna slow because I’m starting to hate my writing so I think I need a break. I think it’s just too basic/generic yk?

Ch 1

John’s shirt was off again.This time he had taken it off without waiting for you to ask, draping it over the chair beside him before sitting back on the padded table. The overhead lights cast sharp shadows across his chest, sweat lingering at the base of his throat. If you cared to look closer at his posture you could see that he was a bit too comfortable. A calculated kind of relaxation. Like he wanted you to think he was at ease.

“Alright,” you said, stepping closer, “let’s check your range first.”

You reached for his arm, fingers wrapping just beneath his elbow. The muscle tensed under your grip.

“Relax.” Your voice softened, your thumbs pressing lightly into his forearm. “I’m not gonna rip it off.”

John huffed a laugh through his nose but didn’t say anything. He let you guide his arm up, rolling his shoulder gently in its socket, but his eyes stayed on you. That was something you had started to notice—he didn’t just look at you, he watched.

“How’s that feel?” you asked.

John’s fingers twitched against his thigh,brows pulling together for a fraction of a second before smoothing out again.

“Fine.”

You tilted his arm higher. His jaw clenched .

“Still fine?”

His lips parted, but the answer didn’t come right away. A beat passed before he muttered, “Yeah.”

Liar.

You said nothing, adjusting your grip, fingertips grazing the bare skin of his shoulder as you began rotating it slowly, pressing into the muscle. “You’re holding tension again,” you murmured, working through the knots with steady, careful pressure.

“Mm.” The sound was low, somewhere between acknowledgment and something else.His head was tilted slightly towards you like he was listening, but his eyes had fallen shut.

It was easy to forget who he was when he got like this. When he wasn’t barking orders, or tearing people apart for no good reason other than for his own sick amusement. Here, he was just a man with a damaged arm and an ego too big to admit when he was hurting. And a bit too pretty for his own good you'll admit.

You moved your hand lower, fingers pressing along the dip of his collarbone, testing for tenderness (definitely no other reason). His breath caught.

“You doing alright?” you asked.

His jaw clenched, but his voice stayed even. “Yeah.”

Still lying.

You clicked your tongue, shifting your grip slightly, letting your fingertips press just a little firmer into the muscle at the top of his shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to break him out of whatever trance he'd seemingly fallen in.

“You know,” you mused, tone deliberately casual, “you’ve been making a lot of progress. Most guys in your position don’t put in the effort—don’t have the discipline for it.”

John’s eyes flickered open slightly, his attention sharpening.

“You think so?”

There it was. You almost smiled.

“I know so,” you said, sliding your thumb along the tendon, easing out some of the tension. “Not everybody gets better. Not everybody can. But you—you actually listen. You push through the pain.” A pause. “That takes something special.”

He exhaled slowly, lids lowering again. His body melted just slightly under your touch, his jaw losing some of its stiffness.

“…Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

It was almost amusing, how quickly he leaned into praise when it was given the right way. You hadn’t expected him to be so easy to read, but now that you saw it you found it so hard not to take advantage of him.

You let a beat of silence pass before you continued, voice softer, almost hurt.

“But you’re still pushing yourself too hard.”

The warmth in his expression cooled slightly.

“I can handle it.”

You hummed, not arguing, but not agreeing either. Instead, you let your hands go still against his shoulder, fingers splaying lightly against his skin. “You know, you’re allowed to admit when something sucks.”

John scoffed. “That what you tell all your patients?”

You gave a small shrug. “Nah Just the ones who need it.”

His throat bobbed slightly, the tension in his jaw shifting. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.

“…Baseball’s all I have. I dont have the privilege of being ‘not fine’. My team needs me.”

The words sat heavy between you.You hadn’t expected him to actually admit something like that, but now that he had, you could see the weight he carried, settled into his frame like it had always been there.

You hesitated, deciding that now, of all times, you should choose your words carefully. “What about when you’re done playing?”

His mouth twitched at the corner, like the idea itself was amusing. “Haven’t thought that far ahead.”

You leaned back slightly, crossing your arms. “You should. You won’t be able to do this forever.”

The look he gave you was sharp.“I know that.”

Then, surprisingly, his lips curved. Not into his usual smirk but an actual smile.(Seeing the crows feet appear next to his eyes should not have your heart stuttering like this)

“Maybe I’ll settle down.”

You couldn't help but let out an amused scoff. “With who?”

That seemed to amuse him more than it should have.

“You tell me.”

You let out a short breath, shaking your head. “You need to start being nicer to people.”

John made a sound low in his throat, his blue eyes almost piercing your soul with the intensity of his gaze. “That a professional opinion?”

“It’s a personal one.” You gave his arm a small pat before stepping back. “Now, go easy on it for the next few days. I’ll send a list of things you need to get.”

John sighed like you’d just told him to run laps. “I’ll have Ashley take care of it.”

Before you could say anything else, tell him to give that poor girl a break even if she could be an asshole sometimes, a knock at the door made your words die in your throat.

You sighed. “I guess your appointment is over.”

John’s expression darkened, just slightly,but he didn’t move.

You gave him a look. “John. You have to go.”

His fingers drummed against his knee. “Why?”

You lifted a brow. “Because I have other patients.” You turned back to him, keeping your voice even. “You’re getting better, John. Keep following my instructions, and soon you won’t even need me.”

Something flickered across his face but it was gone just as quickly as it came, smoothed over with something dark.

Whatever it was, you didn't have time for it. You stepped toward the door, glancing over your shoulder. “I’ll see you next session.”

John didn’t move at first, eyes almost looking through you as he was seemingly lost in thought but eventually, he stood, reaching for his shirt. He pulled it over his head before striding toward the door.

Without another word, he left.

It had been a long day. Your last session had ended over an hour ago, but you had stayed behind to file paperwork, organize notes, and generally avoid returning to the heap of scrap metal you called a car. It was way to cold to even think about it breaking down on you for the millionth time this month.

When you finally left, the halls were dark, the night outside quiet.

“I think I overdid it.”

You startled, heart nearly dropping out of your chest before turning toward the familiar voice.

John stood by the entrance, now sporting a grey hoodie.The dim lighting cast long shadows over his face, making it hard to read his expression. The only real giveaway was the way his left arm hung slightly too stiffly at his side.

You frowned, feeling the irritation seeping into your tone as yet another problem stood between you and your bed. “What did you do?”

He exhaled, shifting his weight. “Just some batting practice.”

Your eyes narrowed, stepping closer. “Batting practice?”

John rolled his shoulder slightly, wincing. “Had to test it out sometime, right?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You were supposed to be taking it easy John. You’re still recovering. Even touching a bat should be out of the question.”

He lifted a brow, the same stupid stupid smirk etching its way across his face that he wore whenever he was purposely being difficult. “So I should just sit around and do nothing?”

“If you want to heal? Yes.”

His lips twitched. “Guess I got carried away.”

Your gaze flickered to the way his fingers flexed slightly at his side, the stiffness in his frame, the tension at the corner of his jaw.

You sighed, already reaching for your keys. “Come inside.”

Something pleased flashing behind his eyes before he nodded and followed you back in.

[sevsprincess]

Mirrors

Sevika x reader

Contains: smut /MDNI

Standing infront of your mirror, poking at your tummy and sighing wasn’t how you usually spent your nights. But at times there were and you hated it, you hated how thought of your weight would consume your mind and take over for a bit. Until Sevika came. She always made sure to make you know she loved every part of you including your chubbyness.

So when Sevika walked in the door frame and saw you standing there, she

Was irritated. Irritated with the fact you were doubting your beauty once again. Sevika walked up behind you bringing one hand to tenderly wrap around you throat while the other rested on your lower hip.

“When are you going to stop doubting your beauty hm? Don’t you know how fucking sexy you are baby?” Sevika rasped. “Do I have to fuck these thoughts of you?”

That certainly snapped you of your thoughts.

Without turning around quickly tilted your head back looking up at her. “Maybe you do.” Smirking up at her.

“Strip. And don’t move stay right here in front of the mirror.” She left to go retrieve the strap most likely. Your thighs rubbing together just at the mere thought of it.

When she came back with the purple strap on, you had no idea what she was planning but you were absolutely ready to pounce on her.

“Kneel for me baby, and face the mirror.” You didn’t waste not a single second to obey her. “Play with yourself for me..”

Your hand reaching down to your folds spreading around your slick before finally lightly circling your clit. You could see your chest arise quicker with every stroke of your finger against your clit, and god did you look delectable right now.

After a couple of minutes of watching you squirm and play with yourself, Sevika kneeled down behind you. Her breath against your ear. “You see how fucking sexy you look baby? What you see right now, is what I see every second looking at you..so fucking delicious looking I get horny like a dog in heat just by watching you.”

Her hands grabs you by the wrist forcing you stop. A whine coming from your mouth at the loss of your own touch. Sevika tsks behind you. “Don’t worry baby I got something for you.”

Her strong hands lifted you up by underneath your thighs. “You ready baby?” Your head shamelessly nodding wanting her to hurry up and sink you down on her strap.

She aligned the tip with your entrance rubbing it along your slit to get it wet before sliding you down onto it. You softly moaned at first when just the head was in waiting for her to continue. Instead she slammed the rest up into you. Your hips bucking and mouth agape at the surprise.

“Aw baby look at you..all full of my cock.” You looked forward in the mirror your hair was coming undone, there was already a bit of sweat forming at your hair line, and Sevika had the most shit-eating grin in her face ever.

Sevika still held your thighs open, and in this new position it felt like she was deeper than ever with each thrust. Her mouth on your neck sucking and biting while she rhythmically pounded into you.

“Oh god sev please ple-mm” you couldn’t even get your sentence out before you were moaning. Your hand came up to play with your breast, pulling and tweaking your nipple. You moaned out and closed your eyes at the sensations.

“What did I say. Watch yourself, open your eyes.” She said with a slap to your clit.

You jerked your eyes open letting out a loud moan. Your eyes immediately training on the way how her strap slipped in and out of you. Everytime her hips slammed up into you, you let out one of the most dirtiest little moan ever.

“Look at you.. my sexy little angel. You’re taking me so good aren’t you?” Sev chuckled. Her free hand going down to rub tight circles on your twitchy clit.

“Sev please oh god please I’m so c-close I can’t take it.” You were blabbering at this point and you were so close, the familiar feeling in your stomach. You looked up to Sevika following her eyes to your stuffed pussy.

“Look at how cute you look angel..your pussy is taking me so well aren’t you?” Sevika laughed and thrusted up harder making you scream her name as you came hard. She slowly lifted and pulled the strap out of you watching as it all came creaming out.

“You took me so well baby and you looked absolutely beautiful while doing so.”

She picked you up to take you to the bathroom and clean you off, massaging your thighs while doing so. “Next time I see you in the mirror like that I’m not stopping only after you come once, remember that angel face.” You ducked your head down, your cheeks flushed knowing Sevika loved you regardless of how you looked now.

Sdt: @abbylvr69

[bradleysass]

star - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 670

“Alright, genius,” James said, flexing his fingers over the piano keys. “You guess the song, and if you get it wrong, practice gets extended by five minutes.”

Regulus narrowed his eyes at him. “You are insufferable.”

“You love me,” James said, grinning. “Ready?”

Regulus adjusted his violin under his chin and nodded. James cracked his knuckles—purely for dramatic effect, because Regulus had spent the last six months drilling proper pianist hand care into his head—and then began to play.

At first, the melody was familiar, and Regulus immediately opened his mouth to guess. But then James did something—a subtle shift in tempo, a dissonant note slipped in where it had no business being—and suddenly, the song was not what Regulus thought it was.

He frowned. James kept playing, fingers dancing across the keys with deceptive innocence.

Regulus had heard James play hundreds of times, knew the way he could manipulate a song to fit whatever ridiculous game he was playing. Still, he refused to be beaten.

Regulus narrowed his eyes. “That’s—” He hesitated. “No, wait—”

James snickered.

Regulus scowled. “Mozart?”

James pressed down on the keys with a flourish. “Wrong. Five more minutes added.”

Regulus groaned, adjusting his grip on his bow. “You are a menace.”

“And you, my dear, are bad at guessing.”

James started playing again, this time something that sounded vaguely like Clair de Lune but also maybe Chopsticks, and Regulus glared at him. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I swear on your entire record collection, if you don’t play properly—”

James launched into a suspiciously classical-sounding rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, jazzed up just enough to be unrecognizable. Regulus dragged a hand down his face.

“James.”

“Yes, love?”

“I am going to kill you.”

James beamed. “You have to catch me first. But before that—five more minutes!”

Regulus let his forehead fall against the side of his violin in defeat. He was never getting out of here.

James, emboldened by Regulus’ clear suffering, leaned into his dramatics even more. He switched up the melody again, fingers gliding over the keys in a way that made the song sound almost baroque, almost cinematic. It was enough to make Regulus second-guess every single piece of music he had ever studied.

“I hate you,” Regulus muttered, shifting his grip on his bow as James grinned wider.

“That’s not a guess.”

Regulus inhaled sharply, determined to get this right. He focused, tuning out James’ smirk and the way his fingers wove expertly through each note. He knew this—he knew he knew this—but James was deliberately adding unnecessary flourishes to throw him off.

James could hardly contain his laughter when Regulus finally took a breath and said, “Bach?”

“Wrong!” James cackled. “Five more minutes!”

Regulus groaned again, letting his head fall back in frustration. “This is absurd.”

“This is fun,” James corrected, fingers still flying across the keys. “Oh, come on, you can’t tell me you’re not a little bit entertained.”

“I am not.”

“Liar,” James singsonged.

Regulus scowled. “This is a waste of time. We were supposed to actually practice.”

“We are practicing. I’m playing. You’re listening. That counts.”

Regulus glared at him, jaw tightening. “Fine. But if we’re extending practice, you’re going to suffer through it, too.”

James barely had time to react before Regulus brought his violin up and started playing a series of deliberately screechy, off-key notes that made James wince dramatically.

“Oh my God, Reg, what is that?”

Regulus didn’t answer, simply continued drawing his bow across the strings in an aggressive, discordant manner. James flinched at every note.

“Regulus, please,” James begged, pressing his hands over his ears. “I take it back! I repent!”

Regulus finally stopped, lowering his violin with a victorious smirk. “Good. Now, can we actually practice?”

James, still recovering from the auditory assault, sighed. “Fine, fine. But only if you admit that I’m a musical genius.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

James grinned. “Close enough.”

[bloos-bloo]

Welcome to the circus..

….part 2-

THE CIRCUS CREW HAVE BEEN REDESIGNED CHAT. HOW ARE WE FEELING??

Personally- I feel like these designs live up to the expectations I have for myself when it comes to a circus.. with darker intentions. Instead of bright colors everything is a bit muted- (besides Leshy, he’s a baby)

OH! An important detail I forgot- Notice the bells! :D who has them and who doesn’t.. <3 the bells are veerryyy important!

WHAT IS TOYBOX?? OHHH IM GLAD YOU ASSKKEDDD-

ToyBox is a Cult of the Lamb Circus AU where the lamb (Emery) trapped the Bishops and clears their memory of their previous lives! It’s mainly a Narilamb centric story- but there’s a bit of everyone for everybody to enjoy <3

We got some individual ref sheets too! Don’t mind me yapping about each one.

THIS IS YOUR WARNING NOW-

ToyBox does deal with dark themes like sexual harassment, abuse, trauma, and kidnapping. So if that is something you would rather avoid, I suggest turning away now.

For the individuals- I will be adding a bit of info on their stories so far, their stage names, and just- inspo behind the characters \o/

Going from youngest to oldest here-

Leshy literally has the mentality of a child. He’s the young one out of all of the circus performers. He yearns to be in the spotlight just like the rest of his family, but he’s always pushed aside.

Emery gave him the name “Pipsqueak” because of his size.. He doesn’t know that she caused that. Out of everyone- he’s the only performer to wear bright colors. (Mainly to show off his childish personality-)

When it came to writing Leshy- I wanted to focus on the result of childhood trauma, and Leshy is an embodiment of that. His behavior is to make up of the fact that there’s something clearly wrong- but in order to protect himself, he hides it away and thinks of everything else.

Heket has it rough- her mouth is stapled shut and she’s a greeter?? Girl- pick a struggle. She tries to be open to everyone, but she often has a hard time with it. Her relationship with her family is strong- and that’s all that matters, she just needs to know that they’re safe.

“Nobody.” listened to Heket when she had suspicions. “Nobody” listened to Heket when she raged about Shamura’s injury. “Nobody” listened to Heket when she called out Emery for mistreating her family. “Nobody” listened to her. And that’s why she’s nobody. Because nobody will ever listen. Emery made sure of it.

It’s obvious what I based Heket off of- when it comes to abuse, there’s the ones who take it silently or are forced to be silent. Which was what happened to Heket, she knows what’s going on, but she cannot say it- and even if she did.. will anyone listen to her? Probably not.

Narinder does a little bit of everything- he has no solid role in the circus since Emery makes sure he is near at all times. Sometimes it’s annoying.. oh- it’s so annoying.

Figment- It’s allll a figment of his imagination. There’s nothing wrong in the circus. Nothing at all! And if there was.. it isn’t real, it’s in his head.. Emery always drills that into him.. it’s not real.. these ideas of having another life- it’s fake.

Narinder is very easy to figure out- he’s based on victims in general. How easy it is to fall for manipulation- and easy it is to try and stick around instead of causing anything else.. a sad reality.

Kallamar has a body and they know it. They use it sometimes- though is it desirable? Nope- She often changes her form since she can freely stuff or take out. It helps whenever the gazes get too much.

Minx. A sexually playful woman who often causes trouble. The complete opposite of Kallamar. In fact- she hates the stares, she yearns to have it be drawn away- and it’s not like she tries to bring in the eyes of men. She’s just given outfits to match his routines..

Reason why I associate Kallamar with “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way.” They are. Kallamar is not a hoe unlike my other AU- The idea of her is the way women are treated in modern society. Male gaze is horrible- and subjecting a body to such light is just- eugh.

Shamura- the sweet little storyteller who can barely remember their name. They just want to tell their stories and not have to worry about freaking out.

Seeker. They kept seeking for information. They kept digging and digging until it landed them somewhere they shouldn’t have been. Emery made sure they would forget, made sure that they would power off a lot more..

Now, Shamura is very special to me for this AU. A good majority of this AU being surrounded by abuse from aspects I have experienced in life. Shamura represents abuse in general. Just the fear of speaking out because of the backlash from the other, something I know of very well. They dissociate to draw away from the pain- from everything. Forgetting to protect themself.

Emery is the host, the leader of it all. She needs energy to survive- devotion. which- here devotion is given to her through cheers from the crowd. And without performers- she wouldn’t have a crowd.

Ringmaster.. it’s very self explanatory- Emery is in control of it all. Of the entire business and of what happens. Her role doesn’t stop off stage… it never does.

Emery is a character that can’t be forgiven, her actions weigh the amount of positives she could have and it sucks. Cause it’s easy to want to love her- but you can’t because of her history. Doesn’t that sound familiar? She’s basically based off people who know they’re toxic, yet never change.

[rebelfell]

Barbeddheimer took over a little bit…stand by…

“Hey, Eddie…you think we could talk?”

Eddie’s head shot up hearing Barb’s voice, his heart swelling seeing her standing in the doorway to the drama room. She was early, catching him right in the midst of setting up the map, on his knees and digging around in his bag.

“Of course!” he said, clumsily scrambling to his feet, his voice coming out a lot smoother than his movements. “Anything for you, gorgeous. What sort of boon does my fair mage crave?”

“It’s about that, actually,” Barb answered.

She hugged the notebook in front of her chest a little tighter, looking down to hide the small smile creeping across her lips. Lips that Eddie, as per usual, was having trouble keeping his eyes off.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“The whole…I don’t know…the flirty stuff. I was wondering if maybe you could cool it a bit?”

Oh, wow. So this is what it felt like for your heart to fall out of your ass. Eddie had to lean on the edge of the table, staring down at nothing in particular as wave after wave of guilt hit.

He curled his fingers under the edge, digging his nails in the particle board. What was he thinking? How could he have done this? Screwed up so colossally with the only one who mattered?

“Shit, Barb, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I mean, I never wanted to make you uncomfortable—”

“No, no, it’s not that,” she assured him quickly, giving a little shake of her head and chuckling in spite of herself, “I actually, um…I kind of like it.”

Eddie felt a lot of things at once. Relief, first and foremost, followed by a rush of confusion.

“Oh,” he said. “So then…what’s the problem?”

“Well, I just,” she sighed, her eyes rolling behind the frames of her glasses. Not in annoyance, just like she’s trapped in thought. “I guess I like it too much? And I know you don’t really mean it—”

“Sorry, wait—don’t mean what, exactly?”

“You know, just that you…”

Barb tugged her bottom lip back with her teeth, and it took every bit of Eddie’s severely limited self-control to keep his mind out of the gutter.

“That you…like me, or whatever. I’m sure you do this with everyone, but I don’t get attention like that, really ever, and I’m not used to it and—”

Okay, that’s it. Eddie pushes himself off the table and starts to wave both his hands back and forth, the chains on his zippered sleeves and the cuff bracelets on his wrists clacking together.

“Hold on, hold the fuck on one minute...”

Eddie pinched his eyes closed, his brain running through thoughts at a speed that made him dizzy. He knew he’d been maybe a bit too forward, but he couldn’t help it. She was so smart, so wildly, incredibly fucking smart, it was more like a superpower than mere intelligence.

In spite of himself, Eddie sort of loved seeing her week after week outwit and outmaneuver all his traps and pitfalls. She always saw them coming even when the rest of the party were none the wiser. And she’d gotten them out of endless scrapes and jams by thinking her way out.

It absolutely infuriated Eddie, for sure, but only about half as much as it turned him on.

“So, wait…you think I’m just messing around?”

“No, not messing with me,” Barb answered him carefully, “but if you’re trying to make me feel welcome, or part of the club or something, I wanted you to know you don’t need to.”

Eddie’s head fell back on his shoulders, staring up at the stage lights hanging overhead like he might find some kind of answer hiding in the rafters.

As it was, he was gonna have to go off the cuff.

“Barb, I hate to break this to you,” he chuckled, “but I don’t act nearly this dumb with anyone— let alone everyone. This is…all for you.”

Barb blinked back at him curiously, lips pursed in confusion and her brow wrinkled like when she came to an equation that tested her verve.

“What do you…”

Before she could finish asking, Eddie closed the distance in between them with three long strides. Her breath stuttered as he took the notebook out of her hands, revealing the Hellfire emblem that was plastered across her chest. He flipped it to the first blank page and scribbled something down with the pen from behind his ear.

He then handed the notebook to her, letting the tips of his fingers brush with her trembling ones as she took it back and tucked it in her arms.

“Let me know?” he asked, tipping his head at her and holding out the pen he’d just used.

It was one of hers. She loaned it to him one of the first times they had studied together, and it had not left his person since. Not until now.

She took it from him, that little wrinkle in her brow not budging as she opened up her notebook and started flipping through the pages until she found his scrawl among her neatly printed words.

[gingerteafairy]

Hiiii

Could you write a bimbo (kinda dumb) reader x Rodrick ?

hiii, sure. i think i can't really make a good bimbo reader, but i tried lol

𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍

tags n warnings: fluff. word count: +700 masterlist

If there was one thing Rodrick imagined before having a girlfriend, it was teaching a girl to play the drums. In theory, it seemed amazing. He would guide you patiently, correct your posture, and in the end, you'd share a perfect moment together. But in practice, it was turning into a real nightmare. He rested his chin on his hand, watching with a mix of despair and fascination as you almost destroyed the drumheads, threw the cymbals like frisbees, and hit the toms with no sense of rhythm whatsoever.

The moment you dropped the drumsticks and clapped for yourself, a proud smile lit up your face. “That transition was everything. I looked amazing in that rockstar girlfriend vibe.” You turned to him, tossing your hair back. “It sounded so good this time, don’t you think?”

Rodrick blinked a few times, still processing what he had just witnessed. “Well... it had... a lot of personality.” He tried to soften it, hoping it wouldn’t sound as bad as it did. But by the way your expression shifted, he realized he had failed miserably.

“A lot of personality?” You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes. “Rod, we only say that when a guy is hideously stinky ugly and we don’t want to be mean when we reject them.”

Rodrick opened and closed his mouth a few times, desperately searching for an escape. “No... you were good, it was... he just doesn’t know how to take pictures?” He raised his eyebrows, as if that could somehow fix the situation.

You widened your eyes, indignant, and jumped to your feet. Rodrick widened his as well, feeling his heart race.

“No, wait!” He chased after you, grabbing your arm before you could escape. “I was just kidding. You were... great?”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was being serious. Your eyes lit up and a smile started forming on your lips.

“Really?” Your voice came out in a hopeful tone, and you held his hands near your chest.

Rodrick felt warmth rise to his face. He looked away for a second, swallowed, and then met your gaze again.

“Yeah…” He licked his lips, flashing a shy smile.

The next second, you let out an excited squeal and jumped into his arms, slightly knocking him back. Rodrick laughed, pulling you into a tight hug. Your perfume mixed with the scent of his shampoo, making your presence even more addictive. He closed his eyes for a moment, rolling them in delight. God, he wanted to get lost in your hair and never be found again.

“You think I can pull off that drum fill from the rock version of Baby One More Time?” You asked, pulling back a little to look at him. 

Rodrick tilted his head to the side, analyzing the question as if it were something very serious. “With all due respect, my sweet, pookie, heart...” He bit his lip to hold in his laughter. “I’d prefer you in the audience.”

You huffed, crossing your arms again. “Was that your cute way of calling me a terrible drummer?”

“No… No, baby, no.” Rodrick slid his hands up to your face, holding it gently. “I think your style suits metal much better.”

“But they’re just a bunch of guys screaming with nonsense noises... It’s awful. A total mess.” You pouted, wrinkling your nose.

Rodrick laughed, his eyes shining with amusement. “And you know I love all that mess.” He leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on your cheek, feeling the warm skin under his lips. “How about we go to the mall so you can clear your head?”

“But you hate going to the mall, Rod.” You frowned, suspicious. 

“Yeah, I do.” He shrugged. “But I hate even more seeing you upset because you can’t play the drums. It’s hard, no one becomes a pro in two days.”

Your face lit up with a mischievous smile. “Are you gonna let me do your makeup?” Your eyes sparkled with excitement.

Rodrick sighed, already knowing he wouldn’t escape unscathed. “Just don’t do those weird things again. I’ll look like David Bowie.”

You let out a laugh and pinched his nose. “No, hon. You can’t look like David Hasselhoff. He’s huge.”

Rodrick blinked a few times, confused, and laughed along, shaking his head. “You’re a real sweetheart. I can’t say no to you.”

[helpwhatsthis]

Keeping Your Heart Safe?

Part One of Lost In The Fire- J.S. X Reader

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Chapter Summary: Johnny doesn't like crowds, which can be difficult at parties. His anxiety at his birthday party is only worsened by what his life may become after the space launch project.

Warnings: lowkey it’s kind of a Johnny Storm character study (that will eventually lead to smut), reader has regenerative healing, angst, mentions of Johnny and Sue's parents death, these little shits are angsty asf dude idk

It's safe to say that most people probably would have given up under your circumstances already. You'd spent your entire life into your twenties looking for another person like you. Day and night, hours upon hours, leaving people behind and putting yourself (and sometimes others) in harms way for the slim chance that you might find another one. A mutant. Maybe that's just your luck? Some cruel joke played on you by the universe that you would be the only person among billions with... well, with what? Superpowers? Inhumane abilities? Yeah, that figures.

That's how Reed found you though, and you were thankful for that at least. Of course the always intuitive Reed Richards would notice the one person that just seemed a little too interested in the exhibit on genetic mutations at the science expo; and for every bit of intuition Reed has, his kindness and determination always seem to match it. Did he really need to pull you out of the crowd and confirm what exactly was different about you? No. Did he need to hire you on as his assistant just so that he could keep and eye on you? Again, no. Most of all, Reed definitely didn't need to move you off of the streets and into the Baxter building or try to start integrating you into his little family; but he did because that's just the kind of person he is.

Did you really need to grit your teeth and act annoyed the whole way through it even though you were fully aware that Reed may have saved your life in the process? No, but that's just the kind of person you are. Mostly because you've never really felt stable since the incident, you might just need to leave one day and it would be a whole lot easier if you didn't let yourself pretend like you were one of them. Like you were normal.

You'd like to think you were doing a pretty good job too, if it weren't for Johnny of course. Sickeningly Sweet and enragingly gentle Johnny. Not one little bit scared pf what you can do and definitely not eager to point out your differences or mistakes. It's amazing really, how he can be so indifferent about all of it. When Ben had told him that you were something akin to superhuman, he acted as if he'd been told something as mundane as your eye color.

"Correct me of I'm wrong, but isn't the birthday boy supposed to actually attend his own party?" You him, leaning against the door frame of the terrace. Johnny's head snaps around in surprise that he's been caught. He's been expecting his sister to come and find him for that past forty-five minutes and try to convince him to come back to the party; but he grins when he sees your own soft smile and eyebrows raised in question.

"Well shouldn’t the assistant be making sure that nothing goes horribly wrong at said party?” He laughs as you make your way to the edge of the balcony, sitting down carefully beside him. His hand immediately finds your shoulder when he sees you shiver at the sight below you, he doesn’t know the exact reason but he does know that you’re not a huge fan of heights. He supposes it’s got something to do with bad memories like most things you don’t like; which is, well… most things.

“I’d say the guest of honor disappearing is pretty wrong.” He smiles at your attempt to keep up the banter, but your eyes haven’t left the lights of the city beneath your feet. You look nervous and Johnny hates that. Finally, you gulp and pull your eyes up to him. “So why exactly are you out here?”

“You know how I feel about crowds…” He shrugs, trying to play it off like this is any normal event; but it’s different tonight. He’s different tonight.

“We start prepping for the space launch tomorrow.” He sighs, shoulders sinking in more. His words cause more confusion than clarity. Sure, Johnny was always shy and nervous. He’s better alone than in a crowd and he’s defiantly better with silence than small talk, but this wasn’t like him at all. He loved things like this. Johnny Storm is the epitome of an adrenaline junkie disguised as a puppy.

“Yeah… and that’s cool right? You get to go to space!” You force a smile, trying to lean forward into his line of view. “I mean even though your brother-in-law is a genius this still seems like a once in a lifetime opput-”

“I think Reed and Sue are going to try to have a baby when the project is over.” 

Oh?

“I know it’s unfair and I know I should be happy; I mean I’m going to be an uncle and that’s amazing…” He trails off, trying to blink the welling tears out of his eyes. “-but everything is going to be different after that. No more messing around in the lab in the middle of the night. No more dangerous experiments. Even Ben is starting to spend more time with that girl Alicia-” His voice cracks, head dropping as the dame breaks. “Life has always been the same since mom and dad died, it’s always been me and my sister and her husband and his best friend. I wanna be happy for them but I’m just scared because my family is changing again. ”

“Jesus, Johnny.” You sigh, pulling his body into a hug. It’s strange, you can’t remember the last time you were this careless in your closeness with someone but it just feels so good when he curls his body into you. It feels so good that Johnny feel safe with you. “It’s gonna be okay, J.” You promise, rubbing his back softly. “You’ve got the best big sister in the whole world. Things are going to be different but it’s not like you’re lives are just going to stop if they have a baby. You’ll still be just as important to your family even if there are a few new members.” You smile when he laughs a little.

He peaks his head out of its hiding place in your chest. “You know their your family too, right?” He asks softly. A sudden abundance of heat fills your chest.  You both sit in silence, just taking one another in with sad smiles on your faces. His hands start to inch up, slowly moving towards your jaw. It would be so easy to just lean into him-

“There you guys are!” Your head snaps to the doorway. “Come on, guys. Sue is gonna rip me a new one if you aren’t there for cake, man.” Ben laughs, eyeing you both with a stupid smirk on his face. 

Reluctantly, you follow him back into the penthouse. It’s a good thing too, you think. You can’t stop cursing yourself the rest of the night for how utterly stupid you almost were, even when Johnny’s eyes don’t leave you as he blows out the flames of his candles.

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[straykidsnerd255]

Hello! Saw your requests open, may I request oneshot with Jinwoo and a shy!reader who is kinda peeved that theyre all tall and attractive now? Like they were really into him when he was an E-rank but now are kinda worried that Jinwoo is too good for them now? (Bonus if they havent confessed yet and accidentally confessed without realizing)

"Where is my babyfaced beloved?? Your too damn tall. How will i kiss your forehead? Or ask for hugs? Or or anything???? Nyoooooooooo!!!"

(If you do decide to do this, thank youuuu!)

❄️-nonnie

Title: A kiss of reassurance

Pairing: Sung Jin Woo (w/system) x Shy Female Reader

Genre: Angsty, Fluffy Ending

Rating: PG

Song: Those Eyes by New West

Warning(s): Jealous reader, insecurities, swearing, Reader being very insecure and shy, Jin Woo being a bit oblivious to reader’s sudden and deeper shy attitude, Reader confessing her feelings for Jin Woo in front of him (He uses his shadows to appear in her living room while she is on the phone and hears her)

Summary: You hated the fact that Jin Woo suddenly sprouted like a damn tree. He was taller, handsome, and attracted all the ladies by just stepping out of his apartment. He reassured you multiple times that he wouldn’t leave you and hang out with someone else but something in the back of your head kept spouting lies and telling you he would. When talking on the phone with your mom leads to you accidentally spilling about your feelings for Jin Woo, you don’t realise that the man himself is standing just a few feet behind you.

Word Count: 2009

Thank you so much ❄️nonnie for sending in this cute request! I hope you enjoy it! Had fun writing this little one-shot<3

You sat on your couch, arms crossed, and a scowl on your face. You and Jin Woo have been friends for a few years and you had the biggest crush on him when he was an E-Rank. He was just so adorable to you. You both were the same height so it gave you the perfect excuse to press a kiss to his forehead, or pull him into hugs, or even squish his face and call him cute. Now, he was twice your height, had sharper features, and was the heart throb around town. You….you on the other hand was shy. You were extremely shy and hated going out in public if alone. Jin Woo, other than his sister, was the only person that would indulge this small issue with you and would always go with you when you needed to go to the store, or just out for a walk.

A knock sounding on your door pulled you from your thoughts. Standing from the couch, you walked towards the front door and opened it. Your eyes widened when you saw Jin Woo standing there, hands in his pockets and a small smile on his face. “Your mom called and said you were not answering her texts and calls and got really nervous. Asked if I would be willing to come over and check up on you. Are you doing ok?” He asked, his head tilting to the side waiting for you to reply. You blinked before shaking your head. “I’m fine. Sorry my mom, you know, called you for this. Since you are here, would you like to stay for a bit?” You asked, your heart spiking like crazy. “Sorry Y/n, I was told I need to meet with the Hunter Association President to re-evaluate my rank. But we can hang out some other time. Is that ok with you?” He asked, his eyes searching your eyes.

You smiled and nodded your head. “Yeah, we can do that.” You said, even though your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. Jin Woo pulled you into a hug and you felt yourself melting at his touch. He had always been really gentle when hugging you, making you happy to have met him. You watched as he left your doorstep, waving with a small smile on his face. You returned the wave before walking back into your house and closing the door. You sighed before walking back over to the couch and laying down. For as long as you could remember, you had a big crush on Jin Woo. You loved everything about him. The way he would help you no matter the issue. How he was willing to protect you even if he was E-Rank. You hated the fact you were shy and wished that you didn’t have to burden Jin Woo with it. 

Passing out on the couch a moment later, you didn’t hear the key in the lock, twisting and unlocking your front door. Your mom stepped into the apartment and found you sleeping on the couch. A sigh passed through her lips before she walked to the kitchen and placed a few bags on the counter. She knew just how shy you could be and how anxious you get when you can’t go to the store with someone to walk with and talk to. She put the food away before writing out a little note before walking back over to where you were sleeping. She smiled softly and reached forward to tuck your hair behind your ear. She grabbed a blanket from the chair sitting in the corner and draped it over your body. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up and leaving, and locking the house up. 

A few hours passed before you woke up. Yawning, you stood from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. Noticing the note sitting on your island, you picked it up and read it. A smile appeared on your face after realizing your mother was sweet enough to run to the store and get food for you. As you were standing in front of the stove making lunch, you felt tears suddenly fill your eyes. Confused, you touched your face and felt the tears slowly falling down your face. As you tried to figure out why you were tearing up, a thought materialized making your heart sink. ‘What if Jin Woo doesn’t need or want me anymore.’ You wanted to desperately rid the thought from your mind but it just wouldn’t leave. You turned back to the food on the stove, hoping that it would take your mind off that thought. 

You couldn’t stop Jin Woo from leaving your side. You were not dating him, hell, you weren’t even married to him. He could choose who he wanted to date and whoever he would marry in the future. You just wished he didn’t suddenly grow handsome and tall. You wished he stayed his cute little E-Rank self. Clenching the wooden spoon in your hand, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm down. There was no reason to get jealous but you just couldn’t help it. You hated seeing all those people surrounding the man you had considered your crush. Sighing, you finished up what you were making and plated the food.

As you sat down to eat, your phone began to ring. Standing from your chair, you walked back into the front room and picked up your phone from the coffee table and answered it. “Hi mom. What are you calling about? Oh, yeah I did see you note. Thank you for buying the food, although you didn’t really have too.” You said, listening to your mother say she didn’t mind and that she is more than happy to do so. You continued to talk with your mom even after you had made your way back to the table and sat down in the chair. You played with your food as you and your mom spoke for a little bit. Talking with your mom always pulled you from your thoughts, it was one of the many reasons you loved talking with her. 

Cleaning everything up after you finished eating, you went back to the living room and put on a movie before your phone began ringing again. “Sorry darling, I called for a reason the first time. I was wondering, I do know you have a crush on Jin Woo but, I have a friend that has a son a year older than you that would like to meet you. Maybe you and him could hit it off and start dating. Maybe that would help you take your mind off Jin Woo.” You could hear the sweetness in your mothers voice. She was just trying to help you, not liking how you were so sad everytime you both were out and about and you could see Jin Woo talking with another female. You closed your eyes and sighed. You knew it would come to this. 

“Mom, although I really appreciate what you are trying to do, I don’t think I can even remotely think about dating someone else. Jin Woo may not look like he did when he was an E-Rank hunter but that doesn’t change the fact that I love him. I don’t say anything to him because I don’t want to ruin our friendship. We have been best friends since we were like what, 15 years old?” you said, staring out the window, unaware of Jin Woo standing behind you, his eyes wide after hearing your confession. “I know that it will only hurt me the longer I bottle those feelings in but I am willing to do so if it means I can keep being friends with him. Plus, I could never tell him to his face that when he was an E-Rank his face was just so adorable that I always had to resist the urge to squish his face. More importantly, I would die if I told him I miss kissing his forehead when we were practically the same height.” You had a smile on your lips as you heard your mom laughing at your remarks before relenting and bidding her goodbye. 

You turn around and nearly jump out of your skin when you run into someone's chest. Lifting your head, you froze when you looked into piercing gray eyes. “I can’t tell what's worse. You having a crush on me and not saying anything, me having a crush on you and not saying anything, or the fact that the both of us had a crush on each other and we never said a single thing.” Jin Woo said, smiling with a raised eyebrow. You were a mess. Your hands were pressed to your face as it was dark red and heating up from embarrassment. Jin Woo took your hands in his and pulled them away from your face. He leaned down, peering up at your face while you did everything to not look at him. 

“Please look at me Y/n. I finally found out the girl I like reciprocates my feelings. What’s going on in the pretty little mind?” He asked, his hands moving to intertwine with your fingers. You looked down at your intertwined fingers and felt your heart leap to your throat. “I’m just worried. I’m shy, and I keep thinking that you could do so much better than me. You are way too good for me Jin Woo. I don’t think I can compete with the girls that surround you whenever we are outside.” You look at Jin Woo and notice the look in his eyes. Tilting his head a bit more, he leaned closer to your face. “None of those girls come close to you. Why do you think I would keep my crush at bay when I’m around you? I was trying my hardest not to ruin our friendship. You were always so shy when it came to that kind of thing so I just never tried. Is there something I can do to make you realize that I only want you?” Jin Woo asked, his gray eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. 

Gathering all the courage you had, you leaned even closer to Jin Woo, your breaths mingling together. “Maybe something to reassure me that I am the only one.” You whispered, watching as a smile appeared on his lips before he let go of your hands, he lifted his hands to hold your face so gently you couldn’t tell if he was actually touching you. He stepped closer to you. He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. Your knees felt like jello as he kissed you. The kiss was gentle, but it was demanding. He was in control. Your heart hammered away in your chest but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. The kiss was like a blanket, warm and comforting. Pulling away, you both gasping softly for air. “Does that reassure you?” He whispered, his lips brushing against yours. You smiled, leaning your body against his. “Yeah. Yeah it does.” You said, still trying to catch your breath.

You shivered when his hands moved from your face and slid down your arms. His fingers intertwined with your fingers again. “Does this mean I can publicly call you mine?” He asked, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips as you blushed. “If I can call you mine.” You said, loving the way his ears turn red. You both didn’t say anything. Just basking in the new emotions and the fact that you were finally dating the hunter you had fallen in love with. His smile is only for you, his hugs, and his kisses. Only for you. You leaned forward, pressing your face into his chest and smiling to yourself. Sure, you were sad that he didn’t have the baby-like face anymore, but you were happy that he was yours, and you were his.

[angelkiyo]

i saw u write bleach too so what about ichigo college au bf hcs? 🤔

a/n: first bleach askkkk 😸 yus i lob ichigoat thank you lovely. this is gonna be so self indulgent ilh <333

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who you met at your barista job near your university. he’s been more noticeable recently due to his need to grind out for his linguistics midterms— specifically for syntax and sociolinguistics. he orders the same thing: cold brew with light cream and one sugar, and camps out by the corner of the cafe with his eyes glued onto his laptop screen. you rarely see him with anyone else accompanying him at the café which causes for your co-workers to attempt to give you the push to talk to him.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who notices your little notes and glances from across the cafe. in his opinion, you seem chill and he’d like to know you. from what it appears, you seem a bit shy and nice, the worker who always takes his order when he wants his usual, to the point where you even remember his redundant order. he appreciates the gestures but doesn’t know how to reciprocate—should he compliment you? he would really want to get to know you. it isn’t until you stay an extra shift to see ichigo leave where as you pick up the dishes from his table do you notice a 20 dollar bill with a note aside stating “here’s my number, call me …”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who, once you start dating, is a complete gentleman. he gets to the point during your first date at a local round 1 and gets a few things straight; he hates situationships and isn't into "just casual". he's a genuine guy who learns the little things about you; your likes and dislikes, what your favorite order is, favorite color. he’s the type of person to type it in his notes app in case he ever forgets (will most likely not). you also learn about his own goals; be a translator and survive his sophomore year as well as his own interests like rock and the whole punk aesthetic in a toned down way (which is super cool). something else you learn he’s a huge romantic in his own nonchalant way as you two soon get to know each other more.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who walks you to class and loves to subtlety show you off on his social media. he enjoys letting you pick out what photos he should post and letting you pick the songs he chooses on his stories. he likes having you be active in his hobbies and even encourages you to go with him at his martial arts gym for moral support or if you want to also try it out. you also meet his sisters and they become fond of you, sparking him to fall even more in love with you. (his dad catches wind of you and teases him on his “game”)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who is so boyfriend material. he def seems the type to also attempt to play basketball, point at you and say “this is for you” and not miss (bc ichigoat neva misses). he’s also the type of person to acknowledge that you can handle yourself. however, he is a definite overprotective guy and would defend you if you were to ever be in a misunderstanding with anyone.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ if anything, your dynamic would look smt like listener x yapper and would be interchangeable. he loves to listen to your rants about different people and about your hyperfixations. however, ichigo def yaps about what he’s listening rn. the two of you would probably have a shared playlist where he adds his radiohead, foo fighters, and occasional the weeknd songs. he would definitely be the type to dedicate playlists about you filled with cute love songs (just don’t mention it to him, he’s gonna start nonchalantly denying it).

ʚɞ ⁺˖ he would def set up dates with you to go thrifting based off on the literal fire fits he has on and then later on, go to a record shop. dates in general would consist of either going to places like that, going to the park, or just staying in his room and staying in. he’s a very simplistic person but he puts in a lot of effort. he cares a lot about you and your interests as well, showing it in his own way by buying you merchandise. remember talking about hyperfixations? mention a book series, manga, or show you like? he’s the type of person to “casually” drop by with one of those bouquets made of books or cds just to see your cute expression.

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a/n : loved doing this on the train ty for this ask ml — this was fun 😭😭

[theodore-windsor]

Can you bring my stuff? 

The text rippled across the screen and Theo swiped his phone open to the thread. Three dots appeared, the sender was still typing. Theo waited. “No way I’m going back to hell. lol.”  Theo haha’ed the message and then responded: No worries, dad. I got you. 

It wasn’t like Theo’s day consisted of a hectic schedule. He could easily run to their childhood house to gather the things his father had left behind. After all, he didn’t blame his dad for getting the hell out of there and never looking back, especially after his confession. 

Theo finished his breakfast, taking his time to enjoy it. There was no rush. He wanted to make sure his mother was gone from the house before his arrival. After he showered and dressed for the day, he finally pocketed his phone and grabbed his keys, making a quick exit from his flat. The drive over was drowned out by the music that blasted his speakers and before he knew it, he was staring up at the house with trepidation. His last visit here was when his parents sat him and Blaire down to inform them of their divorce. 

He slipped the key in the front door and turned it, unlocking the mechanism. A moment later, he was staring into the foyer, boxes of his dad’s things were stacked neatly against the wall. Blythe could never stand a mess. Theo took amusement in the fact that dad’s big secret had to come as a surprise to her. Good. She needed her picture perfect life shaken up.

Maybe Theo was a little bitter. It was hard not to be when you had Blythe as a mum. Well, Blaire wasn’t, he reminded himself as he started shoving boxes into the trunk of his car. Blaire was a ray of sunshine. The brightest light in his world. She was as perfect as perfect could be in his eyes. His heart felt a pang of anxiety. He always worried about Blaire, especially when their mum had her claws so deep into Blaire's life. Fucking bitch, Theo thought and stiffled a sigh. He had the last box in his hands and he was halfway to his vehicle when Blythe appeared in the driveway, having just parked her car. 

“What are you doing here?” Blythe asked her son, shoving her keys into her purse now that the front door was already unlocked and wide open. She wasn’t happy to see him. And the feeling was mutual. 

Theo gave her an annoyed expression, giving the box a shake. “Getting dad’s shit. You know, for his new house… with his boyfriend.” Theo took a bit too much pride in this jab. He hated the person he became whenever in the presence of Blythe… but he couldn’t help himself.  The man placed the final box in his car and shut the trunk. “I’ll be going now,” he said in a gentler tone. 

Theo almost made it to his door before his mum’s nauseating, shrill of a voice reached his ears. “Blaire’s getting married, you know.” There was pride in this announcement, but also something else…excitement, perhaps? But in Theo’s eyes, it wasn’t for Blaire. It was for herself and the opportunity this gave her. “And then there’s you,” she added, sighing with disappointment. “No engagement. Hell, you’re not even dating. You don’t even have a proper job.” 

Theo slammed his hand on the hood of his car and stormed over to where his mum was. He stopped right in front of her, his finger being pointed in her direction. “You listen here,” he began, narrowing his eyes at her as he tried to keep his composure. “Blaire is engaged. Blaire is getting married. Not you. So unless she asks you for your advice or opinion, you shut your trap.” Blythe looked appalled but before she could respond, he continued, “You stay out of her business. Don’t spam her with phone calls or texts. Don’t show up to her place unannounced. And don’t even try to wear white to the engagement party.” Theo snapped this last part, because it wasn’t too far fetched for her. He glared at her, shaking his head, before throwing a look towards the house that never felt like home to him. Blythe scoffed and stormed off to the house without a word to her son. 

Oh, he hated her. Truly and deeply. Theo never thought he was capable of hatred, but he was. Solely for Blythe. The hatred ran deep. Partly for himself, naturally. The criticism he endured growing up had left a scar on his mentality. He struggled with perfection and goals and love. But the bigger part of his hatred towards her was for her treatment of his baby sister. Theo hated the impact Blythe had on Blair. The last thing he wanted was for his sister to be ruined by her the way he was. 

[pinksikhewei]

Autistic!Bucky Barnes Headcanons

I lowkey went wild with these this is a YAP fest 😝 autistic Bucky I love you 🙏

🩶 Bro actually went his whole life undiagnosed because he learned to mask VERY well VERY young, and because in his early life he didn’t require a lot of support! He did eventually get diagnosed OFFICIALLY around TFATWS cos of his therapist, but everyone including him had pretty much accepted/agreed he had it way earlier than that

🌹 His special interest WAS birds he collected all things birds ! And he liked to watch them early in the mornings and all that jazz, but then it got lost after everything that happened

🪩 When he got out of HYDRA and was finally living on his own, it was VERY difficult for him to adapt to the change and figure out who he was. There were a LOT of sleepless nights, meltdowns alone in his apartment, confused days. Kid was actually struggling so hard 😭

📌 His support needs sort of skyrocketed after that due to all those changes and stuff, and even though he didn’t show it, part of him was thankful to see Steve in Civil War. After that, Steve became one of his main support systems, knowing exactly how to help him ! :)

“C’mon, Bucky, deep breaths. Just take your time, nobody’s mad at you. I know we said training at 11, but everyone’s running a bit late, so we’re gonna go ahead and move it to 11:30, that’s all. You and I can end 30 minutes early to keep your mental schedule correct, I promise.”

📎 When he gets overwhelmed/overstimulated, he tends to subconsciously go back to heavily shutting everyone out and putting on a cold front. All he’s ever known is the winter soldier, and all he’s ever known was ignoring his needs.

“It’s okay if you’re overwhelmed, Buck. Let’s get out your communication cards so we can meet in the middle. I won’t make you talk, but I also won’t let you shut me out. I know, you think they’re silly, but they help, and that’s all that matters.”

♥️ His bird special interest DID stick around, and that’s actually something that really grounds him during meltdowns/flashbacks. It reminds him of home, reminds him he’s not being hurt anymore. Tony actually installed a MASSIVE window outside his room at the compound and planted big trees right next to it, adding bird feeders that are always freshly stocked.

☕️ He often forgets to eat, because of how he got food and nutrients while he was the Winter Soldier. Steve needs to remind him almost daily, and he’s still overwhelmed by all the choices most of the time. So far, he’s remembered that he really likes peaches and HATES Brussel sprouts !

“Bucky, you didn’t eat yet, did you? Let’s go make some sandwiches. I’ll even get out those canned peaches you like and we can sit by the window.” Steve says with a big smile on his face like once a week, and then makes peanut butter and jelly

🖍️ ^^^ He will NEVER admit it because he thinks it’s stupid but he secretly really likes his sandwiches cut in half rectangle style and Steve quickly picked that up, so he always does it without Bucky asking for it.

🩶 Don’t say it to his face but he’s lowkey a Velcro when it comes to Steve. Bucky’s following him around on bad days, just going where he goes with a pair of little headphones on, listening to his favorite familiar 40’s tunes

🌹 He feels oddly content around Peter especially when he’s having a verbal shutdown. Peter will always check on him when Steve is distracted, and will always talk his ear off as if he’s actually responding. The kid makes him feel normal, and he likes that :)

“And so basically Ned and I were like, ‘we gotta catch this guy, he’s stealing stuff!’ and so we hacked the suit Mr. Stark made for me and while they were all at the decathlon I snuck away… well not very well ‘cause they caught me… and basically…” Meanwhile Bucky’s just sitting across from him nodding even though he has NO IDEA what Peter’s talking about 😭

🪩 Oftentimes he will mask and mask until he genuinely can’t do it anymore. He doesn’t like doing it, but he hasn’t quite worked out how to stop. He’ll just keep everything bottled up until he inevitably has a big meltdown and then feels guilty and embarrassed about that, too.

“You’re gonna have a bad day today, huh?” Steve asks and Bucky will just sigh and defeatedly nod. “That’s alright, Buck. Hot cocoa? We can watch that good bird documentary you like, I’ll grab your weighted blanket. It’s always okay for everything to be a bit much.” And he just lets Bucky sit with him in the dark until he FINALLY cries and just finally gives up. (Lowkey might turn this into a fic)

[smilesrobotlover]

A super out of context thing for Edmund’s brothers. Basically something happened with the second-born Charles and the brothers all split on what they wanted to do. Ares, Louis, and Dante on one side, and Silas, Matthias, and Edmund on the other, while our unbothered chill guy Maximus not taking a side cuz he doesn’t gaf lol.

I’m gonna be so honest, I know nobody cares about these characters who aren’t even in my fanfic, but I really like them. I’m very proud of the designs (at least faces) and personalities, so safe to say I like them a lot 😔

Some info on the brothers for the 5 people that care

Ares is the first born, and is 43 during Love at Twilight. He’s the crowned prince and is the “golden child”. He thinks very highly of himself, and is very aware of the reputation he must uphold. But he does a VERY good job at upholding the reputation. He’s the golden child after all! A perfect prince! He actually loves his family a lot, caring deeply for his parents and his younger brother Charles. But the other brothers are sorta ignored by him. He’s more focused on taking over the kingdom anyhow. Which honestly makes him come off as aloof.

Charles is the second born, 42 during Love at Twilight, and feels like the failure to his parents. He gets second everything, always in his older brother’s shadow. He doesn’t feel like he can amount to anything, even with his younger brothers, he can’t seem to be special like them. Ares loves him, but Charles deep down resents him and everyone else in the family. But cuz he’s nothing compared to everyone else, nobody really cares. He’s just kinda there, and he’s frustrated about this. When Zelda enters the family, he really takes his frustrations out on her, cuz even tho she’s queen, she’s just a woman, right?

Silas is the black sheep of the family. Aged 40 during LaT. Many believe him to be a child born from a different father, and many hate him for it. He doesn’t deserve to be apart of the royal family, he clearly doesn’t belong! Because of this, he comes off as cold and avoids the others, not really bothering to reach out to the others. But he actually is quite smart and has a good moral compass, being very dependable when he needs to be. Quite underrated if you ask me. The queen defends Silas constantly, saying that he is of royal blood and she was never disloyal.

Maximus, Age 36, was born way later because the king and queen had a lot of issues with Silas. He’s a very aloof guy who never takes charge, letting things run their course which makes him chill and also very indecisive, which is no good. I don’t have much on him but he’s very neutral on things a lot, which can be good, can be bad.

Louis, age 34, had become the high priest of Labrynna and is EXTREMELY self righteous. He constantly condemns others and preaches repentance, however he has a lot of skeletons in his closet, he just believes that as the high priest, he’s perfectly fine. A bit of a… bad fella, probably the worst on this list, because he doesn’t come off as bad, which makes him extremely manipulative. Of course, he doesn’t think he’s being manipulative. You just don’t want to see him snap and lose it. I might make him narcissistic but I don’t know enough about that to feel confident in writing it, and people just throw the term around with no issues so… we’ll see? But he’s a very fascinating character to me.

Matthias, age 32, is a very caring soul who really looks out for the youngest brother, Edmund. He wants to watch over and care for the “little guy” and is deeply loyal to those around him. He doesn’t seem to like Charles all that much, and the two argue constantly. Other than that, he gets along with everyone and serves his kingdom in whatever way he can. He seems to be the only one in a genuinely loving relationship with his wife.

Dante is a very materialistic, greedy, and prideful man. Age 30, Dante is highly confident in himself and looks down on others, believing them to be below him. Even his older brothers he finds to be foolish, though he’s a bit of a yes man to Ares. I also don’t have much of him but yeah. A guy.

And ofc our guy Edmund! Age 28.You kinda know him. He’s known as the smallest and weakest brother, having severe asthma, so he can’t do things the others can do. He was also very sickly as a child, hence why Matthias is so protective of him. But he makes up for it with his wit and unique ways to be strong. He’s very pompous tho, and I like him a lot.

[sandersontheside]

thinking about a 10 Things I Hate About You AU….Roman Prince is the most popular boy at Padua High. His brother Remus? Is something else entirely. The only thing they have in common is one simple rule:

“You can date when he does.” “But he’s a mutant! What if he never dates?”

Virgil is Cameron, awkwardly crushing on an oblivious Roman. Patton is Michael, his loyal friend who helps him concoct the scheme to get Remus to date so Roman can. Janus is Patrick, paid to ask out Remus and falling for him in the process when he finds someone who sees pst his false reputation. Remy is Joey, Roman’s crush who turns out to be self centered and jerky. Logan is Mandela, the nerdy girl Michael ends up with.