#sorry im just really stunned that this existed and i need to know if others know or are atleast aware of this goobers existence

[rubylikesbears]

GUYS WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

i found this critter last night on the internet called the MOUSE DEER!!!! they're also known as the chevrotain and grow to be roughly 12 inches tall. they have cool vampire like fangs, and there are currently 10 different types that are alive today.

there is also a type called the "water chevrotain" which can swim and live in the tropical forests of africa, they can stay underwater for a total of 5 minutes :0

[octopiys]

Awake My Soul

Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, and the time that his Captain, John "Soap" MacTavish makes up for it. Or, how Soap realizes the truth behind Roach's call sign. That bitch can survive anything. (For @forest-of-shrooms )

(Also on ao3)

4.3k, part 1/2

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(Cw: cursing, violence, blood, wounds)

[Part 2 will be pure fluff I swear]

Rio de Janeiro

Brazil

"We're sorry, all lines are busy at the moment." Said the cool, automatic voice of the unreceiving receiver. "Please hang up your call, and try again later."

"I can't get anyone on the horn..." Lieutenant Ghost Riley was pacing angrily as he ended the call and dialed again.

Captain Soap Mactavish was standing cross armed by the recently crushed vehicle that he and Rojas had taken as a cushion for their fall. Sergeant Roach Sanderson was currently tying the already stunned man to the chain link fence, kicking his red baseball cap to the side.

"The Russians must've copied the ACS module. Got the key to every lock in America." Soap muttered, flashing Roach a look. It seemed like he was their representative American again.

"And they're killin' a thousand Americans for every dead civilian in Moscow. Looks like we're all outta friends...." Ghost chucked his phone, landing with a clang. It was only good for that number, and now it too was gone. The other two glanced at him, and he rolled his eyes, begrudgingly heading to go pick it back up.

The Captain turned to Roach suddenly, and he felt like looking away under the intensity of his gaze. "I know a guy. Let's try an' find a payphone... if those still exist."

Roach scoffed a laugh as the Lieutenant returned, disposable phone in hand.

They didn't get much out of Rojas, despite their... session for information, other than one thing. There's only one person that Makarov hates worse than Americans, and he's locked up in a gulag far, far away from there.

But now, they just needed to get out of Rio.

There were a few shouts and some gunshots, far off, but rapidly approaching their location. Ghost looked around, spotting something before stepping in closer to them. Roach readied his gun.

"Sir, the militia's closin' in. Almost a hundred of 'em, front and back!"

Soap looked between the two of his men with a sharp nod. "We're gonna have ta fight our way to the LZ! Let's go!"

"What about Rojas?" Ghost didn't slow his step in the least concern.

"The streets'll take care of 'im." Soap spat before picking up the pace.

Roach lagged behind, taking a long look at the man, still chained to the fence. He let out a muffled groan, and a thought crossed his mind. If he shot Rojas now, it would be a mercy killing.

He didn't deserve mercy.

"Roach, c'mon!" Soap's thick scottish voice urged him, and he retreated, leaving Rojas alive. "Nikolai! We're at the top of the favela surrounded by militia! Bring the chopper to the market, do you copy? Over!"

They pushed through and off to the side dirt path, cutting through high ferns and short trees. There was a watchtower of some sort at the top of the hill where Ghost and Soap couldn't afford to wait for him, so he moved faster.

"Okay my friend, I am on the way!" Nikolai's voice jumped over their radios.

He caught up in no time, long legs crossing two of the Captain's one stride. A light nudge on his shoulder and Roach tried to hide his sly grin.

A plane flew overhead, it's engine obscenely loud. He could see the airport from the top of the hill, where other vehicles seemed to plan on taking off. He wondered where Nikolai's chopper was.

"Everyone get ready! Lock and load!" Captain Mactavish warned, and suddenly Roach had a feeling in his gut that told him that the mission wouldn't end the way they wanted it to. He pushed it away, and adjusted his weapon nervously. Soap caught his eye and lifted his head slightly in acknowledgement. And encouragement. Roach felt his face heat red, and he was suddenly thankful for the gaiter that covered half his face.

Really, a crush on your higher up, as childish as it seemed, usually meant no good for anyone. He wasn't sure if it was admiration, or puppy love, or just.... He didnt know. It had to be unrequited no matter what, even if it wasn't. It wasn't law, but it wasn't allowed. Mactavish could easily lose his position for insubordination, and everything that Roach had worked for the past five years would be gone quicker than he could confess.

So he chose not to. Wise, that choice was.

"Let's do this!" Ghost's sharp British accent snapped him out of his thoughts that he couldn't afford to lose himself in, and they ran the rest of the way to the top of the favela.

Immediately, they were met with gunfire from the local militia. Both Ghost and Soap were barking out commands over each other, letting him know when and where the enemies were. He tried his best to listen, truly, but it was a little hard between the ringing in his ears, the bullets whizzing past him, and the pure adrenaline of trying not to get killed.

"Head through the gate to get to the market— Roach, move!" Captain MacTavish barked, grabbing him by the back of the vest and wrenching him to the ground just before a sniper's bullet exploded the ground where he had just been standing.

Eyes wide, he looked at the Captain with a silent thank you, and the man pulled him back up. "On yer feet soldier! Ye solid?" He asked, checking him over at an almost frantic pace. A few strands of hair fell loose from his gelled mohawk, already messy in the heat of the South Americas.

Roach nodded quickly. "I'm good, let's move!"

"Captain, we've got more moving in from the south!" Ghost shouted, and the two started running for it. Their gear was hot and heavy, but Roach was glad for the shoes as they slipped on the broken tiles between a few houses.

Someone fired from the roofs above them, and Roach countered that, jumping over the body as it fell into his path. He slid behind a solid guard rail for cover, reloading his weapon. He peeked over the railing to fire at an approaching enemy, and he dropped quicker than a sack of potatoes. He aimed again, quickly searching the square, and shot someone else in the neck, as he crouched behind an old broken down vehicle. Someone approached his six from behind and he whirled around to fire but it was just Soap, covering his back.

Tires squealed as a turretted truck flew into the square.

"Shit! Captain, ten o'clock!" Gary shouted, slinging his main weapon over his shoulder, and lobbing a grenade at the vehicle. He watched as both the man's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth forming the shape of an 'o' and they ran for it. They didn't have the supplies or the armor to properly defend themselves from weaponry like that. The only thing that could take it down was- "Lieutenant! Throw a grenade into the truck, we can't hit it from here!" Roach shouted into his microphone.

"Rog!" Ghost copied, his voice sounding crackly over the radio, like a raging fire roaring from dying embers.

While he was working on that, Roach and Soap worked in a deadly tandem under the cover of bricks and dust and ruin, taking out the hostiles and trying to not disturb the innocents.

A loud explosion rocked the earth beneath their feet, telling them the truck had been taken care of.

"One and done!" They heard the Lieutenant shout before whatever else he said was drowned out by the commercial plane flying overhead.

Roach pushed around for the guardrail and fencing to advance and catch up to Ghost, before he was knocked square on his back from a bullet that made impact dead center of his chest.

"-ch! Roach! Roach, look at me, aye!" MacTavish was shouting over him as he struggled to breath when he came back to. He fired multiple rounds into the chest of his attacker, a look with something darker than pure rage written deep into the lines of his face. "Just got ye in the plate, Roach, breathe, cmon!"

The fear in his Captain's voice was what scared him the most, as he tried to clear the ringing in his head and the struggling wheezes that clawed their way up his throat as he tried to remember how to breathe. The bullet knocked the wind straight out of him, but luckily it only hit his body armor. He shuddered a gasp, as Soap dragged him to a back alley. Ghost's voice was tinny from the earpiece that had fallen to his shoulder and with shaking hands, he tried to put it back in.

"Attaboy, Sergeant, yer alright, yer alright-" MacTavish murmured to him, doing another once over. "He's good, Riley, just got a bitta the wind gone-"

"Christ-" Roach breathed pulling his gun back around his shoulder as Soap gave him a reassuring pat on the back, his hand lingering a second longer than it should have. Oh, he was hopeless. "That's gonna hurt like- a bitch in the mornin'..."

"Cmon, get to the gate! Keep pushin' to the evac point!" Mactavish shouted into his radio for Ghost to hear as he and Roach made their way forward, taking out enemies as they went.

And they ran.

Roach made his way through the gate, sliding down the slick road that bordered the fence, blocking any escape to the rocky seaside hill. Ghost was right. They did seem to have the entire Brazilian militia on their asses, and they weren't gonna go down without a fight. As more hostiles flooded the streets, Roach took cover in an open building that probably used to be a house, but didn't look like much of anything anymore. Soap and Ghost must've taken a different way, because he soon lost track of the Captain's voice, and the Lieutenant's aura of constant frustration. He went out an open window finding his way onto a flat roof that connected to the lower balcony of a separate house and made his way back down, quickly reloading his gun as he went. Just in time too, as he turned the corner, militia flooded the alley, catching him off guard, so he whirled back around and ran down a separate path.

He regrouped with the other two, Ghost being supported by the Captain. His leg was held in an odd way, and Soap filled him in with a single glance. The Lieutenant had been hit in the thigh, making doing much of anything hurt, and his adrenaline hadn't even kicked in yet. Roach was sure he had a stim somewhere, but they didn't have enough time to find it. The red black of blood told him they needed to hurry.

"Twenty on me, cap'n! We gotta move!" He took up Ghost's other shoulder and quickly began helping them along, using his gun to eliminate any threats, and MacTavish got the ones he missed.

They turned a corner and Roach got body checked with a gun, worsening the ringing in his ears as he tried to regain his footing. He watched one of Ghost's many knives bury itself in the attackers throat and he went down in a spray of blood.

"Thanks Lieutenant-" He breathed and Ghost gave him a slightly-less-than sharp nod, face hidden behind his painted skull mask and orange lensed sunglasses.

Bullets struck the dust at their feet as they made their way through the town, finally reaching the markets as another car exploded, radiating waves of heat and shrapnel out their way.

A part of Roach felt bad as he took up both arms to fire through the market. Things from people's lives that supported them toppled to the ground, or were lit aflame, and just like that, it was gone. Ghost sent him forward to scout out the area, and Roach tossed him his pack.

"Should be a stim and some bandages in there, I'll radio you when I get to the other side!" He shouted, leaving once Ghost had been secured behind a sturdy looking wall.

Ghost thanked him with a, "Tangoes coming outta that shack, 11 o'clock!"

And Roach ran.

He passed through a small stall with a large Brazilian flag draped across the back wall, using his automatic to take out his enemies and ignoring the blood staining his boots.

A few bullets dusted the ground by his feet and he whirled around, ducking for cover. His hand flew to his radio, a bullet went through his shoulder. "Sniper! Sniper on the-" He roared before being interrupted by the Captain.

"Roach, that shed's loaded with-!" Came Soap's voice as he turned into another hut, tripping on some wire in the floor, and he heard the hissing of a trigger blow as his feet moved too slow to escape the wrath of the rigged explosion.

He'd always found a sick sense of admiration in fire and explosions, even as a child. During family bonfires, he'd make up stories from what he'd seen in the flames, tall graceful dancers, giant, earth consuming waves, and plenty of other things. He was a great storyteller, and his secret passion is originally what brought him so close to his captain, an expert in demolitions. The man knew what he was doing, in and out of the battlefield.

In between missions, he had been caught handcrafting explosives with an enthusiastic glint in his eye for missions to come. During said missions, he'd spend his time lodging those explosives, and watching each one go out with a bang. MacTavish never got to talk about them, much, but one day Roach asked. He spoke for hours about each little intricate detail, and the younger Sergeant listened.

He'd listen for eternity if given the chance.

Perhaps that was the moment that Roach truly fell in love with Captain John MacTavish.

Sanderson wasn't sure when he opened his eyes again. All he knew was that his day sucked, it wasn't improving much, and his shoulder hurt like a motherfucker.

He was laying on his side behind a mound of sandbags that seemed to have protected him from the worst, and the air smelt of acred smoke and coppery blood. There were a few cages sitting atop the sand bags, the small bodies of dead birds killed in the fight laying limp on the bottom.

It was strangely symbolic.

Caged birds. No way out, struck dead where they once flew.

"-erson! Gary!" Captain MacTavish shouted with such a force that suddenly snapped the world right back up again. "Do ye copy, Sergeant!?"

"Copy-" Hs coughed the dust and blood away from his lungs, thinking that he was bound to have tinnitus after this. "I copy... Shed was rigged to blow- you get that sniper...?"

"Roach, come in mate! What's your status?" He heard Ghost bark, and he lifted his hand to his radio to respond again before his microphone came away in pieces in his hand.

Both he and it was covered in blood, and the sudden burning ache in his shoulder hit him like a wall as he remembered he'd been shot. The bullet must've gone clean through his radio and lodged in his shoulder somewhere, and he didn't have the strength in him to look at the wound, much less dig the bullet out. He had losses his big boy gun somewhere in the explosion, but still had his pistol on him, so he pulled that instead.

As he clambered back to his feet, he saw his higher upside fighting their way through the market under the cover of bloodlust and smoke. The explosion must've leveled a few other stalls it seemed as flames rolled tall into the air.

The loud whup-whupping of a large helicopter overhead drew everyone's eyes to the sky.

"That's Nikolai's Pave Low!" Soap shouted, being the first to snap out of the trance. "Roach, if ye copy, let's go! Regroup at the evac point! Nikolai, ETA twenty seconds! Be ready for immediate dust off!"

"That ma- --- be f-st enough! -- more militia clos--- in on th- market!" Roach's radio was dying, he was sure of it, as he stumbled the rest of the way through the market. His throat was clogged and run ragged from the smoke and dust that mixed dangerously into the air, his torn gaiter doing nothing to help filter the air.

He pushed through a building, momentarily losing sights of his teammates, but they reappeared as he exited on the other side of the open courtyard across from him.

The Captain's face quickly shifted to an expression of pure relief as Nikolai flew in above them. He opened his mouth to speak, but Nikolai spoke for them.

"It's too hot! We will not survive this landing!" The pilot's voice sounded severely strained, and if to prove his point, an rpg sailed overhead and collided with a building behind them.

"Nikolai, wave off, wave off! We'll meet you at the secondary LZ instead! Go!" MacTavish commanded, looking even more stressed from before. Roach quickly found his way back over to them as Nikolai lifted back into the air.

"How... are you holdin' up?" Roach rasped to Ghost, who was starting to look a little green around the gills.

"Talkin' bout yourself, Sergeant? I'll be fine." Ghost grumbled, tying off a tourniquet on his leg before bullets began flying through the square again.

"Let's get you up then, come on!" Roach pulled the man to his feet as Soap was yelling something through his radio. "Mine's busted-" He breathed. "Can hear, can't talk."

Ghost hummed a response, his eyes just barely visible behind his cracked orange lenses.

"Come on! We've gotta get to the rooftops, this way!" MacTavish shouted, shooting down someone who dared to follow them.

He hoisted Ghost up a container, and leapt up, grabbing hold of the Captain's extended hand and pulled himself up. Roach gave him a nod of thanks as Nikolai flew overhead.

"My friend, from up here it looks like the who village is trying to kill you!" Radioed Nikolai, so ever helpful.

"Tell me something I don't know! Just get ready to pick us up!" MacTavish shouted, leading both Ghost and Roach to visibly wince at the sudden loudness in their ears.

They were running as fast as they could make it across tin and aluminum rooftops, parts of it shoddily connected with sizable gaps. He helped run Ghost around a hanging of clothing before the Lieutenant shouts, "We're runnin' outta rooftop!"

Roach's foot caught on an outcropping in the roof and the two stumbled but kept pushing forward. He could see the Christ statue on the mountain ahead of them, arms stretched out like he was protecting them from harm.

Roach knew better.

"We can make it!" The Captain countered back. "Go go go!"

They were rapidly approaching a ten foot drop, a gap in two roofs. Ghost's face was dead set determined. Soap disappeared over the side, and he knew what needed to happen.

The Lieutenant leapt second, putting more strain on his bad leg than he needed to, falling more gracefully than he would've thought over the edge.

Then came Roach's turn. He took a couple steps back, and then a running start. He launched himself into the air, hitting feet first, thinking he got off spot free.

Now of course, not even that could go right either, could it?

He hit the roof hard, the edge collapsing with the very little support underneath it, and he threw himself forward, scrabbling at the side. His glove got the sharp side of the tin roof, his shoulder screaming at the sudden strenuous activity on his wound. He cried out, feet hanging in the empty thirty feet of air.

Then appeared the Captain, oh Captain, his Captain, to save the day and reached out just as the roof fell. A split second too late, and Roach went tumbling down backwards with it.

"ROACH!" MacTavish roared, doubling over the side with his hand outstretched.

Sanderson hit the ground, and everything went black.

Roach really didn't want to die. Sure, some missions were shit, but this one was really taking the cake.

First came Rojas' very little amount of information.

Second, the bullet to his vest.

Third, Ghost's leg.

Fourth, the actual bullet to the shoulder, fifth, the explosion and the probable tinnitus.

Last and finally, this. Was he dead? He wasn't sure. He most certainly didn't want to be, if he had any say in it. Dying hurt a lot, or so he was told.

Someone was calling his name.

Was it God? He didn't believe in God. If it was Him, then he was most certainly fucked.

"Roach, Roach! Wake up!"

His eyes opened, blurrily. The world was spinning, and he was shaking, and he was most certainly not dead. Death hurt, he was told, but not this much.

He felt as he turned his head, his vision swimming horribly like it was trying to catch up with his eyes, and oh, the wretched ringing was back in his ears.

His goggles were gone, he processed somewhere, and his helmet too. Where was he? Why was it so hot?

"Roach!! We can see them from the chopper! They're coming for you, dozens of em!" Ghost shouted loud in his ear, and he noticed a group of shadows along the wall ahead of him, illuminated by the setting sun, and that group marched into view with many scarily long guns in their hands.

He looked around. Another few, far up on the roof with automatics.

Oh, fuck.

"Roach! There's too many o' them! Get the hell outta there, find yer way to the rooftops!" The Captain screamed. "Move!"

The final word shot him into action, filling him with enough adrenaline to get up and keep moving. He ignored the blood on his hands, and somewhere realized that with his goggles and helmet, he'd also lost his gun.

And Roach ran.

He breathed a pained groan, launching himself forward into an open house, a small part of his mind feeling bad for tracking blood into the just cleaned tiles, until the backwash exploded with a spray of bullets.

He came out the other side unscathed- well, no more scathed than he was before. He ran down the stairs of an alley, praying that his bad luck wouldn't decide to strike again, and then up the stairs through another open door.

His shoulder screamed, blood flowing quickly down his vest but he payed it no mind. He wanted to live.

His vision tinged black around the edges, but he pushed himself forward as bullets ricochetted around him. Up other stairs, and leaping off a balcony, Soap was on the roofs.

He hit the ground at a roll, and ignored the sharp pain in his ankle upon impact and kept going, weaving around tables and discarded chairs, along with something that looked very similar to a body, but he had no time to investigate it now. His head and heart was pounding painfully by the time he heard Soap's voice again.

"Roach! I see you! Jump down, meet us south of your position! Go!" The Captain sounded as just as anxious as he felt, straining every word like they might be the last thing Roach could hear. They very well could be.

"Gas is very low! I must leave in thirty seconds!" He heard Nikolai shout and he cursed to himself.

Now he had a time limit.

"Roach! We're runnin' on fumes here, ye've got thirty seconds! Run!" Soap shouted.

"I'm trying!" Roach hissed to himself, gasping as another bullet made impact to the back of his vest.

He saw the white Pave Low just in the distance as he jumped the gap between two houses. But there was a significant drop off where the roofs ended. It seemed impossible-

"Left! Turn left and jumped down!" The Captain shouted, like a fucking guardian angel. He careened left, sliding off the roof to a man made path down down side of two buildings.

A small part of him wondered if MacTavish had taken his eyes off him at all. The rest of him just screamed, run!

He turned another corner, before launching himself into free air, then making contact with a long, slanted roof. There was a window at the bottom, and Roach prayed it was open.

It was not, but he smashed through it, landing hard in the spray of broken shards. His breath was almost stolen from him again, and his chest pained him horribly, but the spray of bullets picked up again, and he knew he couldn't stop now. He was so close.

The Pave Low lifted from the cliff drop-off near the half collapsed brick balcony. The side door was opened, and a rope ladder spilled out. He could see Soap at the door, securing it quickly and watching with a scrutinizing gaze. The unfamiliar feeling of relief filled his chest at the sight.

"Jump for it!" MacTavish shouted, and so he did.

He felt like he free fell forever over the forested river, before his hand came into contact with the ladder and he held onto it for dear life, struggling to catch his breath.

"Nikolai, we got him! Get us outta here!" He heard the Captain shout from above, as his vision blacked out momentarily.

He climbed a rung, two, looking up to see MacTavish reaching a hand down to him. He took it, and allowed himself to be pulled up, just as the rest of his strength gave out.

He felt the solid floor of the chopper as it took off at full speed, and two hands on him, searching around his vest.

"Roach, stay with us!" Someone said, before pressing down quite painfully on his shoulder.

He bit back a scream, snapping his eyes open, trying to struggle away. He hadn't even been aware that he had closed them.

"Stop, stop, please-" He begged, the cry tearing out of his throat as the pressure increased.

Someone smoothed over his hair.

Something was stabbed into his leg, and he found the sharp blue of Soap MacTavish's eyes, and they were scared, that startled him.

The pain increased tenfold right then, and a scream clawed its way out of his throat, and he blacked out.

[newyorkkiss]

its me 🥄 im still around im like.. on tumblr to an embarrassing degree because i have. well, problems i suppose. so rest assured i am, more often than not, seeing and enjoying the posts- i really do like all the fun stuff you find and the things you scan and the photos and gifs you post/make! also btw i just got done listening to that mount kimbie/king krule song you posted and i absolutely loved that. sorry i dont reach out much or come off anon ever its the. aforementioned problems. fun fact i live in united states central timezone (spoon technically qualifies as a semi local band to me) and have for all this time! i just dont ever sleep right haha. due to, circumstances. things sure suck and are weird huh! in a general sense. i think you can probably relate. 🫂 <- this is us if you want.

anywayyy sorry this got weird and sad lmaooo please keep listening to good music, including spoon, and posting about it so i can see!! i need to keep learning about how genuinely odd (affectionate <3) britt daniel is. something to be said for how ethereal and feylike he can come off while simultaneously being the most literally just some gen x guy ever. sir why are you willowy.. why are your features so delicate. why is your hair so downy. WHY are you wearing the lamest fit ive ever seen. and so forth, you know what i mean. i also like learning from you about what an adorable babygirlifiable dork alex fischel is which i had been sorely overlooking

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but yes spoon anon i missed you so much. you are so loved. please feel free to literally say anything any time. cutting this cuz i'm gonna yap.

that description of britt is so... accurate. like nail on the head 100% truth, words taken straight from my mouth, etc. he can genuinely be so beautiful – it's actually stunning. sometimes he can look like an evil goblin lol. it's astounding. seeing it irl is kind of blinding, hypnotic in a way? he moves so fluidly and perfectly. like 100% control and command of the space he's in – he knows what he's doing. like he could just be like any other performer and just stay stood in one place barely moving – let alone interacting with any other members, which is very lovely to witness – all interaction between them is so heartwarming, like you just know they all actually love doing what they're doing and enjoy performing. they goof off sometimes, don't give a fuck when they do. it's just lovely.

and yes alex is literally the babiest girl to have ever existed imo. only one other man is that good to me but i'm not mentioning (not shameful, just don't think anybody cares. it's sebastian vettel.) that aside he is also so... bizarre? which is something even i overlooked for an extremely long time until i was like Okay what is up w this guy what is his lore. he has a deeply attention deficit riddled childlike quirkiness that i have to resonate with. his tweets on the spoon twt are really unhinged. even his personal tweets are unhinged. he says some of the most random shit sometimes in interviews. he somehow manages to look so fucking beautiful when he's bored as fuck in interviews. i made a heap of gifs from one bts video from their twms era acl performance (need to track down the full thing and make more) and he's so fucking drunk it's endearing – he's just vibing the fuck out in his own little world the entire time. in the post-show interview he's looks utterly hammered sipping from a bottomless solo cup, not saying anything.

^ literally girls when they're drunk and have no idea what anybody is saying.

it is impossible to hate him. he's genuinely hilarious and all second hand descriptions of him being an instigator and a wild man are extremely accurate. and he's also obviously extremely talented. it's so jhghd to see how -.- he kind of gets whenever britt complements him on that. i'd have to dig around but there was a lots era pod they did and britt complemented him on his ability to play guitar which is a more recent-ish thing for him and said he's better than he is and alex was like Ummm okay? that's not true -__- and it's like ohgh man.... like the first (noisy) solo on satellite is alex btw and it's good?? he even bashes himself for not being able to sing too which is such a lie he sounds like an angel whenever he does live backup... but alas. he is so loved. we love him. everyone loves him. we all know britt loves him. he is the entire universe.

also yes i will forever be posting my garbicth music need not worry... nothing will ever stop me from posting spotify links here or anywhere else. i have a massive general diary playlist of everything i listen to on a near daily basis and it's updated constantly. it's just one huge log of everything i've enjoyed since i was 16 lol. only becomes truly curated after mid 2017, though. also i apologize for the vast amount of greyed out local file tracks in that playlist but i swear a lot of them are worth tracking down if you're really interested.

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

My Thoughts That No One Asked For on Dancing With The Stars season 31 ep. 10: Semi-Finals!

okay listen call me paranoid but tell me why they put clips of Trevor and Daniel when they said double elimination I am in FEAR (update: I am distraught)

Okay but Daniel and Britt look so good 🥺 

Aww Witney’s double dubs sweatshirt that’s so cute

Okay but like?? The lighting for Witney and Wayne’s dance?? ELITE

Okay nines for Wayne that’s not bad

WITNEY’S PREGNANT OMG GOOD FOR HER

LET’S GO DANIEL AND BRITT 🙌🏻 

“I feel like I’m in the cool club!” Daniel Durant you are the love of my life

Oh my god I’m so ready for this

Daniel’s frame looks so good omg 😍

THAT WAS SO GOOD OMG IM CRYING

“I think everyone here has fallen in love with you.” Bruno speaking for the people as always 

Carrie Ann really just called them out for being soulmates in front of the whole audience 😳 👀

I’m thinking two tens and two nines

“You guys are a beautiful couple.” Alfonso speaking for the people as always 

EIGHT??? NOT EVEN ALL NINES?? BRO NO LEN GODDAMNIT

AyYO that little shangela solo moment??? EVERYTHING 

I’m gonna say this RIGHT now, I would be COMPLETELY fine with shangela winning she slays 

“Well I need four tonight.” I FUCKING LOVE HER

Oh my god Daniel is one point below Wayne and Shangela I’m gonna cry

Is it bad for me to hope other couples don’t do well

WHY IS CHARLI SO GOOD GODDAMNIT

I will not let Charli and mark make me cry I will not let Charli and mark make me cry I will not - *cries*

Yeah I’m not gonna lie usually I think the judges kind of uptalk Charli but godDAMN I gotta agree with them this time because that was FANTASTIC 

CHARLI D’AMELIO WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD YOU ABSOLUTELY DESERVED THAT PERFECT SCORE BUT WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD

Is it mean of me to hope that Trevor and Emma don’t do well so that they’re lower on the scoreboard? I think that’s mean. Sorry Trevor 🤟

Oh lord Emma my love being eliminated over a cha cha the last three seasons 😭 honey… my love… (update: and the Emma Slater Cha-Cha Curse prevails)

Please why does Trevor never have a shirt on lmfao (I mean shit if I looked like that I’d probably wear less clothes too but like) 

THEIR LITTLE NODS TO EACH OTHER AT THE END 😍 

Derek is so positive all the time I love him so much

BRUNO HOLDING ONTO THE SHIRT LMFAO sir you are SO real

The troupe 🥰 

OOF listen I know what I said but those eights still hurt 🥺 

Look I really want to feel bad for Gabby and her breakup but the bachelor/bachelorette is the bane of my existence so yeah

UGH CAN GABBY STOP BEING SUCH A GOOD DANCER FUCK 🤬

I do appreciate the constant shoutouts to the musicians and the singers this season

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again but every time Gabby claps for herself I like her 5% less

Okay I feel so bad for Daniel and Britt cause the judges are talking about how absolutely STUNNING Charli and Gabby’s waltzes were and idk man I just feel so bad for my team 🥺 

I’m sorry but why are we pretending that Gabby’s gonna be affected by the double elimination at ALL we all know she’s getting a perfect score

godDAMNIT

Daniel and Britt are in fifth I’m - 😭

THIS IS LEN’S LAST SEASON WHAT????? IM SORRY??? WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME  

WHY AM I CRYING OVER LEN GOODMAN

Mark with his victory fists up I - 😂 

Praying for Britt and Daniel in this second round 🙏🏻 

Girl not me forgetting that Wayne could sing lmfao 😅 

DAMNIT their dance is REALLY good so far 

“I disagree with the MEN sitting to the LEFT of me!!” Carrie Ann Inaba you are so real

Wayne and Whitney’s friendship >>>>>>

The way Daniel looks at Britt 🥺😭

Daniel and Britt dancing to one of Gabe’s favorite songs I LOVE THEM 🤟✨💕

Daniel + Britt + Gabe = the perfect team 🤟😭

Oh the dance hasn’t even started yet and I know this one is gonna GET ME

Samba is the HARDEST DANCE?? Okay they SLAYED that

Okay this one HAS to be all nines

Once again, Daniel and Britt’s matching necklaces have me 😭 

OKAY THEY GOT REALLY GOOD COMMENTS PRAYING FOR THEIR SCORES RN 🙏🏻 

Ngl it’s so nice to see Koko getting to be the fabtastic pro we know she is 🥰 

If anyone looked at me the way Britt Stewart looks at Daniel Durant, I swear 😅😚

TWO EIGHTS?? NO 😖 I am in so much fear for my team rn oh my god

Gabe getting an interview 🥺🤟

GodDAMN shangela never misses

Oh god Tyra stop reminding me about the double elimination 😭 

Look not to be a conspiracy theorist but if both Daniel and Trevor go home tonight after those clips in the intro I’m calling conspiracy (update: I’m calling conspiracy)

Once again, WHY are we acting like Charli’s going to be affected by the double elimination in ANY way (update: obviously I was right)

MARK’S GUITAR CAMEO YES

Jesus FUCK Mark and Charli are so good SHIT dude

My girl Charli looks DEAD on her feet is my she OKAY??

Charli and Mark’s weird like older cousin/younger cousin-esque relationship >>>>>>

“I wanted to dedicate this dance to you.” Okay Tremma shippers I didn’t get it before but shit I get it now

Jesus Christ once again: WHY ARE WE PRETENDING LIKE GABBY IS GOING TO BE AFFECTED BY THE ELIMINATION WE KNOW SHE’S GONNA GET A PERFECT SCORE (update: ONCE AGAIN I WAS CORRECT WE ALL KNEW THIS)

Ugh she’s so good I hate it

Bruno ripping his shirt off oh my GOD

Two perfect scores for the bachelorette I hate it here

Daniel and Britt are in the bottom two on the leaderboard I’m praying the votes get them through 😭 

Okay yeah Charli and Gabby got through what a surprise

Oh god that means Daniel and Shangela are in the bottom two and they’re definitely gonna save Shangela 😭 

Trevor and Emma I’ll miss you both so much 😭 

I’m actually fucking sobbing rn Daniel and Britt I’ll miss you guys infinitely

I’m so upset rn but I will say I think it’s adorable how Shangela and Daniel kinda like became cute little besties over the course of this season even after all the times they’ve been pitted against each other 💕🥺

Um yo is it just me or did anyone else think that Trevor was straight up about to like confess his love for Emma like?? hello?? what was that look??  😳👀

Yeah that was cute but it’s kinda FUCKED that they straight up just shoved Daniel, Britt, and Gabe to the side like didn’t even TRY to talk to them 🤨

I’m especially mad about that because that’s really coming RIGHT after Daniel was talking about how much this competition meant to him, then they just blow him right off like wtf

Anyways obviously I’m upset because of Daniel and Britt (and now because of how Daniel was just kinda brushed off there at the end?? wtf??) but yeah I’ll be voting for Shangela and Charli from now on!! Go ladies go ladies go!

[one-abuse-survivor]

hi, sorry for the impending wall of text but i need to vent a little bit

this year i escaped my abusive mother. three months later my abusive father, who i'd cut ties with in my teen years, called me out of the blue for reasons unrelated to my mother. i told him I'd left her and he was stunned. and in the past few weeks, I've been reconnecting with him and his side of the family, and. it feels really weird

he's the reason for a large majority of my childhood trauma, i hated him so viscerally, and i still hate him for what he did, but im still reconnecting because i feel like im better equipped to deal with him now as an adult + ive had the time to process trauma related to him. but at the same time, i feel like the other shoe's going to drop anytime now, and that something's gonna go horribly wrong and make me regret reconnecting with him

thankfully he lives in another country, but he's visiting me next week with my aunt (his sister) and i don't know how to feel about it. he's bought me clothes and a pair of shoes and bedsheets, because since escaping my mother with only a suitcase and backpack's worth of stuff, i havent had much to my name. i want to feel fully like this is Good because he owes me that much after traumatising me my whole childhood, but also it makes me feel strange

it doesnt help that my mother's demonised him my whole life, sometimes even making stuff up to make him seem worse, but at the same time she pushed me to forgive him out of that classic catholic urge

I'm not forgetting Or forgiving what he did to me. because i dont want to, and because it would feel like a Major disservice to myself and my younger self who was put through so much because of him. but i feel so strange and a little bit on edge about beginning to rebuild a relationship after everything. but also i miss my aunt and uncle (his siblings who i havent seen in over ten years) and my cousins. and my younger half-sibling adores me, even more so given the fact that we're both trans

bottom line is I'm super conflicted about it all and i dont know what to do about it. thanks for reading and thank you for what you do on this blog <3

Hey there, nonnie.

It's no wonder you feel conflicted about your dad. This situation sounds really difficult to process, and it's only natural for you to feel on edge around him and constantly waiting for him to abuse you again. At the same time, it sounds like, at least at the time you sent this ask, having him back in your life felt like a positive experience overall, what with being able to (re)connect with family members and feeling like he was making up for the abuse a little bit.

I'm proud of you for not forgetting or forgiving what he did to you, and also for giving him this chance on your terms and not out of guilt. You handled a really complicated situation in such a healthy way. Just the fact you came to this blog so you could give your fear a place to exist and be expressed is such an important part of a process like this one. Kudos to you!

I hope the visit went well! Feel free to let me know how things are going with him now, if you want. Also, that's such a lovely coincidence that both you and your half-sibling are trans. I'm glad you got to know one another!

Sending a virtual hug ❤️

[styleslistic]

How it Turned Out - Harry Styles Fic Part 10

Y/N goes to Harry’s show and he performs a new song

Masterlist

New post from @/yn on Instagram: 

@yn : i heard we're wearing cowboy hats for Love on Tour?

@ynfan: !!!!!! She's going to Harry's show oh my god

@ynfan2: ahh im going tonight too!

》 @yn: see you there 😘

Y/N had, somehow, managed to find a date where she could come  to Harry’s show. She was excited on practically every level: to see a talented musician perform, to hear music she loved being played, to see Harry, to see Harry perform, to see Harry dressed in whatever obscene outfit his stylist had put him in. It was a lot.

Heart-breakingly, she wouldn’t have time to see him before the show, as she was in interviews all day. But perhaps that was for the best because there was a slim chance she’d be able to keep her hands off him.

So here she was, in the VIP box with a couple of friends from the industry who knew she knew Harry in a work capacity but had no idea what was really going on. Because that was what they’d decided. The public, and their friends, could know they worked together and were friends, but it wouldn’t go beyond that.

Her Instagram post would, in a few weeks once their music video came out, look like a clever PR move ahead of their first official collaboration.

It was always a little strange being in a venue but sat in the audience instead of back stage before a concert started, so Y/N let herself enjoy watching Harry’s fans chatter excitedly, show of their signs and outfits to one another. 

Of course, a few of them spotted her and pointed or took photos of her. She was too far away to interact properly, but posed and waved accordingly, flashing her signature grin. 

While the support act did their thing, Y/N’s phone buzzed with a text from Harry.

Harry: Love the outfit babe :)

Y/N: I see you’ve been on the ‘gram haha. Thanks gorgeous, can’t wait to see yours

Harry: I have a surprise

Y/N: Oh?

Harry: I wrote a new song and I’m performing it tonight

Y/N: Oh wow, that’s pretty fucking cool

Harry: It’s like kind of about you, but kind of more about how our relationship and all the possibilities it entails make me feel

Harry: Like, how your approach to relationships kind of means freedom to explore stuff

Y/N: Oh man, you are killing me here I need to hear it NOWWW 

Harry: You’ll have to wait, sorry ;)

Harry: I wrote if after that phone call...

Y/N: Jesus

Harry: It’s just Harry actually

Y/N’s mind was reeling. A song about their relationship, so soon into it, was really quite something. She felt a little giddy about it, to be honest. But well, she knew which phone call he was referencing and that set her imagination alight. 

A few weeks ago, Harry had, for the first time, acted on their agreement that they could sleep with other people when they were apart. Y/N had left the ball in his court with all that stuff, letting him take it at his own pace and saying she was happy to wait till he knew how he felt about it a bit more before she acted on it herself. 

So yeah, Harry had had a one night stand with a guy he’d met at a bar. And the next day he had called Y/N the first moment she was alone in her hotel room to give him the full debrief. 

So when to lights dimmed, signalling that Harry was about to get on stage, Y/N had not quite emotionally prepared herself for what was bound to be a rather emotionally intense couple of hours.

Harry on stage was something else. First of all he looked just stunning, but his presence, the fire that being on stage seemed to light inside him was incredible. In contrast to most of the people in the room, Y/N had gotten to know the Harry that existed privately first, and that was already plenty good enough for her. But seeing him transform into this absolute force, bursting at the seams with charisma, was really doing things to her. 

“I’m gonna play you a new song,” Harry said. This was it then. “You’re gonna have to listen carefully, because it’s not getting released anywhere. This one’s just for the stage.”

Y/N absently registered a slew of fans scrambling for their phones to record this moment of camera. But she just felt like the breath had been knocked out of her. 

When the cheering, which went on for a rather long time, finally died down, Harry looked back to his band with a nod. 

“Here to take my medicine, take my medicine Treat you like a gentleman”

Y/N could do nothing but stare, wanting to sear every second of this moment into her brain. 

“And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you t—”

On stage, Harry threw the audience a very cheeky grin. But up in the stands, Y/N flushed, with some combination of embarrassment and arousal. But there were two lines in particular that send her over the edge.

“I mess around with him and I'm okay with it,    I'm coming down, I figured out I kinda like it” 

And if that didn’t paint an image. Because that had pretty much been what Harry had said at the end of the phone call. After i he’d called Y/N and relayed the night to her in extreme detail. This had been the phone call in question. A minute into the call, Y/N’s hands were creeping into her knickers and Harry was touching himself too. As Harry had talked, voice low and words interspersed with little moans and pants, the pair of them had brought themselves off to the sound of each other and the picture of Harry’s story.

In their panting, post-orgasmic haze, Harry had confessed that “I kind of liked thinking about telling you all about it when I was with him, made it even hotter.”

Y/N had grinned. “Well it was pretty hot hearing about it too. So you’’re a little bit into sleeping with other people then huh?”

“I think I’m figuring that out, yeah. It didn’t feel like, weird or anything knowing I’d been with someone else?” Harry had said gently.

“No, not really, as long as you come back to me I’m pretty chuffed.”

“Ok,” Harry had said. 

Now, Y/N could only watch the next few songs only half checked in to what was going on. The rest of her concentration was set on replaying the lyrics of Harry’s new song over and over. 

When the final notes of Fine Line struck, and Harry left the stage so that he could return in a minute for his last few songs, Y/N whipped out her phone in record time. 

Y/N: Nah Harry if this is how you felt watching my concert idk how you managed to look me in the eye when we finally met

Harry: I’m flattered

But if you remember, I did not manage look you in the eye till our third conversation. It went: first, horribly embarassing phone call; second, horribly embarrassing conversation where I literally wouldn't face you, and third, horribly embarrassing conversation where I tried to fend of a panic attack. Only then did I actually look you in the eye.

Y/N: well i feel much better now thank you.

Y/N: Seriously though I'm very turned on right now, its a little cruel of you to be that good.

Y/N: And I don’t care what you told your fans, I’m going to need a copy of that new song for personal use

Harry: Put your phone away ;)

She smiled, glad he was thinking of that same moment when their roles had been reversed and he’d been texting from her audience. She did in fact put her phone away, keen not to miss a second of Harry’s performance, especially not now that her brain seemed to have come back online. 

Harry returned to the stage to sing Sign of the Times. This gave Y/N a glimpse of the vulnerable Harry she’d gotten to know behind closed doors, and got her excited to see Harry for another, completely non-sexual reason. 

But with Kiwi closing out the show, there was no hope really. Y/N was gonna have to climb Harry like a tree. 

With the ~lights up~, Y/N said bye to her friends, who were headed off to a party elsewhere in the city. That done, she made her way to the security guard who was there to take her backstage.

In the wings, Harry was surrounded by a crowd of crew and bandmates. Y/N leaned against a wall and watched as they clamoured around him, happy to watch him in his natural habitat for a few minutes. She could hear people congratulating him on the new song, and felt a hot rush of smugness flow through her body.

Harry was speaking when he spotted her, and Y/N watched as he stumbled over his words for a second, eyes locked on hers for just a moment. He recovered quickly and apologised to whoever he was talking to and finished what he’d been saying. As they replied, Harry’s eyes slipped back to Y/N. 

Other times - because staring at each other across a room seemed to be their main occupation - she would have seen Harry stifle a grin, maybe risk mouthing a few words to her. But not this time. Now, Harry’s eyes were filled with a look she’d seen before, back when they were alone in that dance studio. 

“I’m gonna show Y/N around the venue,” Harry announced to the people around him. “She’s thinking of playing here soon.” 

He walked over to her and extended his hand for a handshake, keeping up the pretense of professionalism. Quite how a handshake of all things could make Y/N feel week at the knees, she wasn’t sure, but it sure did. 

“That was the worst excuse I’ve ever heard,” Y/N muttered. 

“Well I can barely think right now, so I think it was quite a good excuse given the circumstances,” Harry said. 

“Fair enough then, I’ll let you off this time,” she said dropping his hand at last. “But only if you get your mouth on me in the next thirty seconds,” she whispered, leaning towards his ear. 

Harry’s eyes widen, and he clears his throat. “Better start this tour with my dressing room, yeah?” 

“There better be a lock, Mr Tour Guide.”

“Oh there is, don’t you worry.”

___

Face-claim is the musician Chinchilla. 

I hope yall like this part! the previous part was a total flop haha but this one has a bit more meat to it!

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[mcu1shots]

could you please make me a tony xplus size reader story and getting proposed to but telling him no because she's insecure about her body and him seeing it? it would mean alot im in a dark spot right now.

Of course! Here you go, I hope you enjoy and feel better soon!

Notes/Warnings: insecurity, self doubt, mentions of being a playboy, implications of body negativity, fluff, angst, Plus Sized!Reader

Word Count: 2,351

Nothing More Perfect (Tony Stark x Reader)

Of all the things you had heard about Tony Stark you had never imagined him to be quite the way that he was. He had always presented himself as the playboy billionaire, hosting large parties and being seen with many women. It was always all over the front page of every gossip magazine who Tony’s woman of the week was, it almost had become a game at one point of which celebrity or model would be the next one to fall to his charms. But everything changed a short time ago after the attack on New York.

Everyone had seen how Tony flew directly into the portal that led to… well, perhaps only the man himself knew the answer to that. Ever since then he had become… different. Parties hosted in his honour were still as rowdy as ever, but the inventor himself was barely there for a few minutes, enough time to enjoy a couple of the drinks being served, before he disappeared for the evening. Gossip columnists no doubt mourned for the stories that they used to have from him, for no longer did he have his classic ‘woman of the week’ but he was barely seen to be forming connections with anyone. That is, until someone sent in a picture of Tony with a woman.

That woman was you. It had been around two years ago now when the press found out about you, and all it had taken was someone’s untimely photo of him kissing you goodnight in the hallway of your apartment complex. Before that you had always been very careful not to tell anyone but your close friends about your relationship but, Tony being Tony, insisted that he had to kiss you one last time before your night together ended. And who were you to try to resist that?

The gossip columnists, no doubt bitter from the stories that they had been starved from for so long, had a field day writing about you and Tony, you found paparazzi at your work and it was hard to escape the articles. You remember Tony clearly telling you “everything they’re saying is just for the story” as he urged you to never pick up a magazine or read a single article, even going as far as to suggest blocking results from anything that would come up on your computer or phone.

And for a while you were successful in ignoring anything that the press said about you. You listened to Tony’s suggestion and turned a blind eye to any article about your boyfriend just in case it mentioned you in any way. You were struggling enough with self image without the words of journalists all fighting to get the most clicks on a story, Tony was helping you through everything and you didn’t want to jeopardize that in any way.

Things went well after that, you ignored anything that you saw about you and Tony’s relationship. And since the press already knew about you, you were free to have a normal relationship. Well, as normal as it could be when you’re dating a famous billionaire and superhero. Anytime you did something in public there was the risk of the press writing about it, but Tony’s nonchalance about the entire affair rubbed off on you and you allowed yourself to turn a blind eye.

Well, most of the time.

Sometimes, when Tony was away and you were left to your own devices for a while, it was hard not to go on social media and glance at the headlines that were advertised all over your feed, some of the articles seemed kinder than others, and some just seemed to be going for that dramatic effect. Those were the hardest ones to see, those were the ones that unraveled all of the work you had put into loving yourself. And you tried not to read them, you really did, but sometimes you weren’t all that successful.

Tonight was one of those nights, Tony had some Avengers meeting and would be away for a few days. He had invited you to come with him but you had declined, you always felt out of place in those meetings, surrounded by heroes more perfect than you could ever be. Captain America was genetically modified for perfection, Black Widow was trained from infancy to reach that level of perfection, and Tony had built himself into a perfect hero with his iron man suit. It was hard not to feel self conscious around all of that.

Though perhaps you should have gone with him, as you sat in the bedroom you and Tony shared at his Malibu estate. The window was open, allowing the warm night breeze to flow through. It was a beautiful evening, you should have been outside enjoying yourself, perhaps sitting on the beach and watching the stars, but instead you were sitting on the bed looking at your laptop, staring at one of the not-so-nice articles that had popped up on your screen. You hadn’t even clicked into it, but the title and thumbnail was enough to fill you with a wave of insecurity.

You had to force yourself to tear your eyes away from it and put the device on the edge of the bed. You swung your legs off of the side and stood, stretching out your arms and allowing a deep sigh to escape from your lungs. You should have taken his advice to block out those articles from appearing, but it was too late for that now. You rubbed a hand along your face, feeling more emotionally tired than anything else, and decided you needed some water and a bit of a walk around the house to clear your mind.

So that’s exactly what you did, after shaking out your legs which had started to fall asleep from how you had positioned yourself on the bed, you headed downstairs to get some lemon water from the kitchen. However you were confused when you heard the soft sound of music coming from the living room. Wondering if you had forgotten to turn something off, you changed your path and headed there instead.

And there was Tony, a piece of paper in his left hand and a small box in the other. He seemed to be reading over a speech of some kind which was unusual to you as you had never known him to actually prepare a speech in advance, usually able to come up with something magnificent on the spot, even with cameras and microphones pointed at him. His eyeline raised and caught on you as you stood at the edge of the room and he quickly shoved the paper into his pocket and got on one knee, opening the box.

“Y/N,” he paused to remember the words he had just been rereading for what felt like the hundredth time, and yet seeing you illuminated by the dim lighting of the moon and the stars that filtered in through the large windows, he forgot it all. “I had a whole speech prepared for this, of how I love you so much and all of that sappy stuff. But, it all boils down to the question of… will you marry me?”

You were stunned into silence as you watched him, the seconds seemed to tick by as he waited for your response, a grin still placed upon his face. But you weren’t in the best mindset right now, the image of that headline and thumbnail plastered in your mind. What were you supposed to say? You knew what he wanted you to say, he wouldn’t have asked the question if he wanted you to decline, but how could you say yes? How could you ever be good enough for the Tony Stark?

Your silence and stillness was broken as you took a step back, shaking your head. You couldn’t bring yourself to say the word ‘no’ but by the way the inventor’s face fell you knew he got the message. “I’m sorry, Tony…”

You turned on your heels and rushed back up the stairs, unable to look at him any longer. Unable to offer him an explanation as you weren’t sure you could even get the words out. Tears rolled down your face as your mind was flooded with thoughts you hadn’t dared to allow for a long time. But your insecurity was like a bucket of water, catching drips of self doubt. That bucket had slowly been filling up over the past two years but the last drop that had been placed by that stupid article was what caused it to overflow, your tears were only proof of that.

Tony had to admit that wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting from you, not in the slightest. He had been expecting tears, of course, but one of joy as you proclaimed that you loved him too and would be delighted to marry him. He shoved the box into his pocket and followed after you, he would accept your denial of his proposal but he couldn’t leave you to be upset on your own, what kind of man would that make him?

He followed you up to the bedroom that you both shared but you had locked yourself in the ensuite bathroom before he could stop you. “Y/N, hey, come on, love, talk to me,” he begged, knocking on the door. But he received no response from you. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, trying to think of if he had done something wrong. Then he saw it, the laptop still placed on the bottom of the bed, screen glowing in the darkness of the room. He paused, looking at the door and considering what he should do. But he figured that you wouldn’t be opening it any time soon and so he stepped away to see what you were looking at. Immediately he knew why you were so upset, seeing the headline and the image plastered across the width of your screen, a pop-up ad for one of those gossip companies that existed only in the depths of the internet. He knew about your struggles with confidence and self worth, and he was able to use his genius mind to put two and two together.

He closed the tab on the screen and then closed the laptop, not wanting you to see that again. He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked softly. “Y/N, my love, I know what the world says about you sometimes, how cruel they can be,” he began, resting his hand against the door, his face inches away from it and his eyes closed. “But as I close my eyes and I think of perfection, all I see is you, every part of you, no exceptions. My entire career I’ve tried to make something perfect but never would I be able to make anything that could compare to the perfection of you. We don’t have to get married, but please, please, come out here so I can hold you. I love you, Y/N, all of you. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

There was a pause, that agonizing silence as Tony tried to figure out if you believed him or if you could even hear him, there was a chance you were tuning him out and he truly was just talking to a door. But then he heard the click of the lock and stepped back as the door opened to reveal his beauty.

“How can you say that, Tony?” You asked, your voice shaking as you wiped tears from your face, your eyes were red from crying and you sniffled.

Tony lay his hand on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb and smiling softly at you, it was the kind of smile that seemed to be reserved for you and only you. It wasn’t some cocky grin or a smartass smirk, it was just… Tony. “Because I mean it, my love. Because, whatever I do, I will never find or make anything as perfect as you.”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, finding yourself unable to look at him, unable to face him. A shaking sigh fell past your lips as you exhaled and tried to think of how to articulate your thoughts to him. “The rest of the world doesn’t seem to agree with you, Stark,” you pointed out in a quiet tone.

Tony chuckled and stepped towards you, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead. “Maybe not, but I do pride myself on being the smartest man in the world. They don’t call me a genius for nothing, you know.”

And there he was, the Tony that you knew so well. The confidence that he had in himself, that he had in you. And a smile slowly came onto your lips and you nodded a bit at his words. “Then… yes.” You told him, opening your eyes to look up at him.

For a moment he looked confused, an eyebrow raised. “Yes?” He repeated, asking for clarification on what exactly you were agreeing to.

“I’ll marry you, Tony Stark,” you said, leaning into the warmth of his hand and reaching out with your own to hold his free one, giving it a gentle squeeze.

And his smile grew, one that was bright and warm and reserved only for the two of you at that moment. “See what I mean? Perfect. I love you, Y/N Stark.” He said, tilting up your face and pressing a soft, chaste kiss onto your lips.

“I love you too, Tony Y/L/N.” You countered as you looked up at him, your red eyes now filled with love and happiness instead of doubt and despair.

Tony chuckled at your response. “Touché.”

You simply nodded and pulled him closer. “Now, kiss me properly this time?” You asked sweetly, pulling him close to you.

A grin passed his face and he nodded, leaning towards you. Before your lips met in a kiss he spoke, keeping his tone soft and his warm breath fanned across your face, “As you wish, my perfect fiancée.”

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Rime my beloved <333 idk i really like him in a wattpad yn way n it scares me. Like, yeah he's a piece of shit or whatever but he likes me.... yk? It's the mental illness fantasy aha anyway can i get uhhhhh rime hcs. Fluff, angst, what kind of coffee he likes so i can spit in it yk yhe usual 😙 mmmm my mc has a white streak too i bet they'd go up to rime like "you fucking loser i bet its not even real. You used hair dye didnt u? And if it doesnt exist im sure u found some stupid spell just to copy me <3 bitch" what can i say i love bullying him he's like 6' he'll be fine

— general rime hcs

flips my sign that says felix cc to rime cc. i am here and ready O7

definitely bully him. deserved smh!!

"you think i dyed my hair to copy you? are you an idiot? we didn't even know each other—" "yeah yeah sure. i know you were watching me. you wanna be me so bad, huh? did you think felix would—" "finish that sentence and your blood is going to ruin the carpet." 👁️👁️ hit a nerve there

you don't even need to spit in his drink. literally anything messing with his hot chocolate will be life-threatening. he asks where the marshmallows were and you say you ate them

"you what" "i ate them" "...." "have you heard of the old chubby bunny challenge" "are you fucking—"

he makes a comment about how you're shorter than him and you throw back "yeah well at least i won't die young later—oh wait,"

cue the M3 spitting out their drink, choking, or looking wide-eyed and away from the scene

sorry. not really but sorry i'll bring back my fluff

if anyone else tried to insult or hurt you he's up in arms fr. he's spitting psychologically damaging insults. he is going up, tripping them, then saying "oops. that was a reflex"

if he ever spotted someone following you and making you uncomfortable he would walk up and glare at them

NOOOO MINI FAKE DATING RIME SCENARIO . oh my god

"who the hell are you, asshole?" "who do you think? their boyfriend. so i'd be careful about what you say or do next, asshole."

the person leaves after he grins at them (and probably after seeing him reach for something sharp in his little pouch)

. . .blinks. twirls my hair. pushes it behind my ear. :smirk:

"...so we're dating now?" "you are so irritating." "you have a crush on me" "i'm letting you struggle like a dying fish the next time this happens." (- rime when he lies)

pocky challenge. pocky challenge do the pocky challenge he gets much closer than everyone was expecting just to fluster you. depending on your relationship it will just (d)evolve into kissing

ohh rime getting nightmares about dying or being left alone ohh

he isn't one to crawl into bed and cuddle with you . smth smth terrible at being vulnerable or asking for help

you find him on the couch with a drink in his hand and sit beside him in silence

"didn't take you as someone to miss out on beauty sleep." "can you ever be quiet?" "mm...sometimes. maybe if you wanted to talk about why you're here?"

he won't give you specific details but you get the idea that he had a bad dream

he lets you keep him company while he finishes his drink, and stays there even after he does. it's really his way of letting you know he's ? sort of alright with you ?

he'll leave and tell you you should go back soon "unless you want to look even worse in the morning" (ohh you wanna kiss me so bad)

he makes fun of the others with you . and also other people in general

won't admit it but he likes That era of pop-punk/rock. looped the american beauty/american psycho fob album overnight by accident once probably

if for some miraculous reason he's in an especially good mood, he will let you try his caramel flan. contrary to popular belief and to the detriment of everybody else,, you are the only one who gets to try the flan.

you know when you ask somebody what you should wear and they're like "Whatever you feel the most comfortable in :) you are stunning no matter what :) ily :)"

that is not him. if you want an honest easy answer you go to rime

"should i wear the black one or the red one?" "whatever you'd like mc" "do you want to look like a bitch?" "rime—" "yes." "the red one" My Man 🤝

the kind of person to get more pissed off at an animal dying during a movie than a person . was probably rooting for it out of spite

rime....tattoos? sorry i need. sorry. like on his stomach . patchwork tattoos . sorry

sometimes he'll be doing something mundane and remember a time he was doing it with felix and you can see him frown

heehoo

his sadness and anger are very intertwined . they day he finally has a breakdown he's doing a maniacal laugh while crying out of disbelief and rage

if you hug him after he won't hug back (at first) but he'll press his face into your neck and just . stay there

anyway. he'd make you go on big rollercoasters/rides with him

don't take him to an escape room because he'll make you do all the work until the last minute where he tells you all the solutions that he's been keeping to himself.

spends so much time in CAS (create a sim) . like so much time. he finishes the sims and doesn't even play with them for more than 5 minutes unless he's doing a challenge

no he's so funny. he is the epitome of "my toxic trait is ____" and it's the stupidest shit. you take him to an aquarium and you see a mermaid show and he says "my toxic trait is that i know i could do that" and you're just !@$%?#(! your toxic trait is you commit murder you stupid whore

[cowboykissing]

re-listening to last week’s episode because im still processing... i need to share some of the parts that made me sit on my kitchen floor like this:

transcription under the cut, in case you don’t have headphones on hand

Jeremy: ...and [Dean] has this moment of clarity where he realizes "I shouldn't have left Sam and Jack." like, you know I- Jesus, I'm getting kind of. fucking. emotional even talking about this.

Chris: He gets it. This is "Everybody should be here" and you know, or an "everybody's going to die. And I, and I can't stop it."

And it's still- the whole time she's- Billie is hammering on the outside.

Death is literally knocking on the door.

And Dean says-

Dean just says, "I'm sorry."

Yeah, "She's going to break through. She's going to kill you and she's going to kill me. I'm sorry." And this is, uh- I'm going to open a beer.

[beer opening sound]

Open the beer! This is where Castiel starts talking and we're not going to be able to do this justice,

(...) Um, and Castiel's just- as he starts breaking this down, that's where I think we ALL start to break down.

(...) ...[about everything Dean and Cas have been through together] that connection, more than anything, changed Dean so much. And this is where Castiel delivers the line. "I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean." And you can see on Dean's face- it's all coming crashing down. He's realizing that this is the moment of happiness that he talked about, that this is when it's going to happen. And Castiel looks at him and says "I love you." And Dean begs.

He, dude, he says "You changed me, Dean." and then Dean says "Why does this sound like a goodbye?" Castiel says "Because it is." and then says "I love you, Dean." [stunned little pause] Jesus Christ.

And man, like,

Also, just to stop, so uh... I love a lot of people. Family, friends. But I can't imagine saying anything like this or feeling this way about anyone other than, you know, Jess, you know, the person that I love romantically. It's that special person, that special person in your life.

(...) Love- I don't think it really existed for Castiel.

I don't think so.

-befoere Dean. I don't know if love exists for angels. I know that they've played with that kind of stuff before, but I don't know if- not like this. I don't think it has existed like this.

This feels like something new and unique and that- this bond between the human and this angel just altered the course of the entire universe.

[voice cracking] Dude. To love and be loved so much, that you defy God.

Absolutely! I wouldn't defy God for Autumn. I mean, she's great. Don't get me wrong.

I ain't doing it. I ain't gonna do it. -unless I know I'm in a JRPG situation that I'm suiting up. I'm a square up with God.

[laughter, fade into gamer talk]

(...) Everything that's happened, and like him- leading to this moment. And it's. It's so big! It's so huge! And it's hard not to talk about this on a fandom level, too, because for YEARS, we're talking like 16 years at this point (or not 16, I guess, you know, 11 years, since Castiel showed up) that this has been... It is literally the biggest, like, ship of all time. Like, in so many different ways. Whether we talk about number of stories on AO3 or the "characters that should get together the most" or just like everybody- It feels like this is the biggest thing. And to have the show go fucking, out of its way to confirm it. And like you said, to me, there's no, to me there's no misinterpreting this. Like, when he says "You changed me, I love you" there is no, absolutely no way, you can in any shape or form that you can say "Oh well, they're just- super cool friends. They're guys being dudes." Like, fuck that! Absolutely not.

Hey, hey, is it gay to tell your homies that you love them? In this case, yes, it fucking is!

(...)

Castiel pulled him out of literal hell, and I think that Castiel just pulled Dean out of his personal hell that he's been living in ever since.

Okay. Love it.

I think offering him that unconditional, full love, and then he pulls him out - he's literally pulling him out of the way of death, but - I think he just pulled Dean out of his personal hell with that confession. And of course, Dean doesn't get to...

(...)

I think I described it in the Discord as having this like incredibly euphoric high and then getting the worst news of your life at the same time.

To me, it's Dean Winchester sitting there and reviewing - like I think a lot of people do, whether it's because of mental health issues or whether it's because of self doubt or whatever - He is literally reliving every single moment, every single argument, every single slight, every single thing that has ever happened between him and Castiel, and revisiting it in this new light and just fucking dying inside. And just realizing "I had this in front of me, but I was too angry, I was too blind, I was too stubborn. I was not willing. I was too scared. I was too- I just wouldn't accept it." And going through every- like going through the breakup from earlier this season. Like, I don't think you get here without that. As much as we kind of didn't like it at the time, it justifies that entire arc and all of those characters feelings for one another. And I feel like at the time, you had a really nice way of thinking. Like Dean thinking "Did I go too far when I shoved him out the bunker?" And here he's like "Absolutely."

[inside joke:]"Was it fucked up that we never gave him his own room?"

[laughter]

Yeah, but here he's absolutely just dying at every single interaction and imagining how much he failed Castiel in light of Castiel having loved him this entire time and realizing that like "Oh, shit. I absolutely love this dude back. And now my chance is gone. And he sacrificed himself for me." And I feel like Dean is basically going to be useless in the next two episodes.

I don't know how he's gonna...

I don't either. I feel like we're gonna to see the most-

How's he going to tell Sam?

[laughter]

What do you- What do you say?

Not just that Castiel died, but like- How do you even like- How do you- You can't.

You can't.

You can't make somebody else feel- what that was.

(...)

It makes me want to like reevaluate the way that I treat the people that I love [😳], you know, to appreciate them more because this speech is so beautiful and you don't know when- just love people. Just tell people that you love them because you could get eaten by the Empty at any moment.

(...)

The guy - Robert Berens, I believe "Bobo", as they call him in fandom - this was his plan from the beginning. By all accounts this was like, he wasn't going to come back on for Supernatural until they said this is going to be the last season and he was like, "Well, this is what I want to do." Like he was actively going for this relationship and he wanted this to happen, and I think that's- one of the most beautiful things in the world to actually accomplish that on a CW show that has resisted so much. With a bunch of actors, frankly, that have resisted so much. Even now, after the show is over with, who resist the idea that this could be an actual relationship between two men, a romantic relationship between two men and it's so incredibly frustrating. (And I don't pay a lot of attention to cons and things but of course it like stuff floats to the top) and hearing Jared mealy mouth his way through some of the responses on some of the stuff hering even Jensen mealy mouth his way through some of the responses on some of the stuff being real "middle of the road, the centeral is going to be the path of least resistance" kind of bullshit, instead of just saying "Yeah, they're totally gay for each other." It's really disappointing for me to have looked at these two dudes and think that they're great guys, right? Like, I don't know anything about them but by all accounts, by the things that they have done in their personal lives and their professional lives are great dudes. It makes me just not like them as much. And I'm not saying that I don't like...

Nobody likes a fence-sitter. Nobody likes a fence-sitter.

Exactly. Especially with something like as FUCKING BASIC as this.

@monsteroftheweekpodcast

[heeberry]

It’s Not What You Think

(Loona) Jung Jinsoul x Female!Reader

Requested: yes!

Berry: Hello may I ask for Jinsoul x fem!reader angst where reader spends time with a member a bit too much cause they're planning a surprise for Jinsoul but JInsoul ends up thinking reader is cheating and confronts them about it. Reader feels conflicted and says smth along the lines of "Im not that kind of person" but they make up after a long ass deliberation. Sorry if it's a bit much, thank you!!

A/n: don’t worry berry it wasn’t too much at all!! Sorry for writing this late </3 it’s a tiny bit rushed so if you don’t like it let me know and I’ll write it again :]

Jinsoul crossed her arms, slumped up against the couch. She huffed, watching you and Chaewon huddled on the couch across from her, giggling and doing things on the computer.

The Tv was just background music to her at this point, her eyes drilling a hole between you and Chaewon. You glanced at the girl, but soon looked back at the computer, her gaze was enough to tell you that she wasn’t having it. It sure was scary to you, not familiar with her angry side. Jinsoul was usually sweet and affectionate, but what you saw was the complete opposite, which you knew why, but you can’t really do anything about it at the moment.

“Y/n ignore her, we have to focus” Chaewon snapped you out of your thoughts, you nodded at her words, going back to picking out decorations online.

Jinsoul’s birthday was just tomorrow, so to show some appreciation you decided to throw a party for her. You picked Chaewon to help you since she’d been hanging out with Jinsoul often, and because you two were the closest ones in the dorm.

At first Jinsoul didn’t mind, she knew how close the two of you were so she let you be. But as time passed she noticed how less you spent time with her, which made her heart ache.

“Should we get those confett shooters?”

“Why not” you laughed, adding it to your chart.

After checking the items out and paying you turned to Chaewon. “Do you think Jinsoul’s mad at me right now?” You suddenly asked.

Chaewon glanced at Jinsoul, she was talking to Heejin but her expression still showed how upset she was. Chaewon turned back to you, with a slight smile, “yeah probably” she paused “still don’t let that get in the way right now, the decorations are coming tomorrow so we have to plan out how we’re gonna surprise Jinsoul”

You nodded, though there was something telling you that talking to her won’t hurt, it’s not like your avoiding her with bad intentions. “I’ll just talk to her for a few” you whispered after noticing Heejin leaving and going towards the kitchen.

“Jinsoul!” You cheered, climbing on her to give her a tight hug. “Are you okay?”

Jinsoul kept her mouth shut, she tried not letting the warmth of the hug get to her. As much as she was desperate to wrap her arms around you she contained it, wanting to let you know how upset she was.

You cup her face, turning it to face you. “What happened? Why aren’t you talking?”

Jinsoul scoffed at your words, brushing your hands off. She pulled you off of her, getting up without a word and leaving.

You felt a pang in your heart, you must’ve really made her upset. Tomorrow was her birthday too, and having this happen wasn’t apart of the plan.

Walking back to Chaewon with a frown, you hugged your best friend. She pats your head, witnessing the whole scene. “It’s okay y/n, she won’t stay mad at you for long. Your her girlfriend anyway.”

Chaewon put an arm around you, squeezing your cheeks. “She’ll probably be like, oh my baby y/n! I’m so sorry for being mad, this is amazing!” You laughed at Chaewon’s words as she continued, “thank you so much! Seriously babe, I wasn’t expecting this!” Pointing at the computer as if there was something valuable actually there.

You kept laughing with her, eyes closed shut and holding your stomach. She knew how to comfort you for sure, as she soon laughed with you.

As much as the two of you were having a good time, someone in the corner surely wasn’t. Jinsoul stared, stunned at what she just heard. “Did she just? Call y/n, babe?” She mumbled to herself, recalling Chaewon’s words and use of physical affection.

Now Jinsoul knew she had to do something. Her heart immediately smashed into pieces, like a hammer hitting glass. She felt like she was stepping on lava, feeling betrayed and hurt.

She walked into her room, the door slamming so loud that the two of you were awoken from your own little worlds.

You cleared the tears on your face, “alright Chae, let’s inform the others about what their roles are”

...

The next day rolled around and you felt excited. Removing the covers off of you and heading towards Jinsoul’s room to greet her a happy birthday. You knocked twice and opened the door, greeted by the coolness of the ac that was in her room. You jumped on her bed, “Jinsoul get up!” You laughed. Ruffling her hair as she woke up.

Her face dropped when she saw you, but you didn’t seem to notice. “Happy birthday babe!” You cheered, peppering her face with kisses.

Though Jinsoul didn’t seem as excited as you, pulling you away from her face she got up without a word. You stared at her, “the silent treatment again?” You frowned.

You couldn’t tell how upset she was, surely you did spend less time with her but that usually happens whenever the both of you are busy anyway, how come she’s suddenly like this now?

“Jinsoul!” You whined, grabbing her hand before she stepped out the door, “why are you suddenly ignoring me?”

Jinsoul kept her anger inside, if she dared to open her mouth she knew she’d explode. You pushed her around and attempted to hug her, Jinsoul just stood, letting it all happen.

Soon enough you grew tired and annoyed, “can you just tell me what happened to you?” You snapped. “You’ve been ignoring me since yesterday giving me the silent treatment, what’s up with that?”

Jinsoul turned to you with a scoff, “are kidding me?”

You raised an eyebrow, “what?”

“You’ve been the one ignoring me! What’s up with that” she mimicked, “since last week you’ve been clinging onto Chaewon like I don’t exist”

“God every single day I’ve seen you with her and the two of you are giggling like there’s no tomorrow” Jinsoul’s voice kept getting higher and higher, with each word hitting you in the face.

“I mean at first I didn’t mind of course since she’s your best friend but yesterday was where the line was crossed” Jinsoul yelled, ruffling her own hair.

She paused, her vision becoming more blurry from the tears forming in her eyes. She sniffled before pointing a finger, “YOU CHEATED ON ME”

You gasped but before you could even speak Jinsoul cut you.

“I saw it all L/n Y/n. Chaewon calling you babe to the two of you acting all lovey dovey. Don’t act like you guys didn’t do that yesterday because I saw it with my own two eyes!”

“Jinsoul I-”

“Don’t Jinsoul me, I don’t care about your explanation. What I saw was as clear as day and for that we’re breaking up right here and now” Jinsoul snapped, “Don’t you dare try coming to me again, go hang out with your new girlfriend.”

Jinsoul headed towards the door, which made you panic, forgetting what things were prepared outside. “Wait Jinsoul!” You yelled, yanking her away from the door.

It was now the other way around, you stood in front of her with tears in your eyes. “Soulie please here me out, it’s not what you think! Please”

Jinsoul leaned against the bed, a sigh escaping her lips. She kept her tough imagine outside but inside was filled with hurt and sorrow. Not only did she caught you with Chaewon, seeing you like this also made her weak in the knees. But she kept it in, gesturing you to talk.

“I swear I didn’t cheat on you” you paused to wipe the tears that spilled down your eyes like a waterfall. “What you saw yesterday was Chaewon mimicking you I promise!”

“But why?”

“Because we were getting things for you and while doing so we started talking about you”

Jinsoul scoffed again, “yeah right like I’ll believe such a thing now”

She walked towards the door again, leaving you crying on the floor. Jinsoul opened the door to see Chaewon and the others with party hats on. Usually on birthdays you’d cheer and scream, but this moment in particular wasn’t what they did.

It was silent, the members heard everything. They stood there with frowns or blank faces. The house was decorated with balloons and all sorts of things. A cake sat perfectly on the table, candles sitting on it with the words, “Happy Birthday Jinsoul!” Written in blue, the color she liked.

Jinsoul’s jaw dropped when she saw everything decorated. Chaewon frowned, breaking the silence. “we were together to plan out your birthday”

She turned to you, your cheeks puffed out and eyes bloodshot red from continuessly crying.

Jinsoul looked at her members apologetically before going towards you. Closing the door behind her, she crouched down to hug you.

“Well what now?” Yeojin spoke, breaking the silence. “I think we should go, things will get better later so let’s leave them alone for now” Haseul replied.

“what about the activities we planned?” Yerim added, “we didn’t make reservations for nothing”

“We’ll do what we planned later stupid, they need each other right now” Heejin said, rushing the members to sit in the living room and wait.

Meanwhile you smacked Jinsoul, “I told you! I told you we weren’t doing anything romantic” you frowned, “why would you even accuse me of cheating when I literally cling onto you 24/7?”

Jinsoul kissed you, “I’m so sorry for yelling at you, I knew I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that”

You shook your head, “it isn’t your fault, I mean, I was technically the one ignoring you but only because I didn’t wanna accidently spoil the surprise for you”

Jinsoul grabbed your hand, getting you up on your two feet before smiling at you. “Let’s pretend that never happened yea?”

You nodded, and Jinsoul pecked you on the lips. “Next time I’ll hear you out instead of yelling at you like a total idiot”

“Yeah you definitely should next time”

Once the door of Jinsoul’s room opened it was like nothing never really happened. The members stood there shooting confetti and shouting happy birthday.

You laughed at their antics, turning to Jinsoul to give her a rightful kiss. “Happy Birthday my love, and don’t you ever think I’d cheat on you”

[talas-starlight]

Lover - Percy Jackson x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve crushed on Percy for years, him on the other hand? It’s more of a recent development. That doesn’t mean he likes you any less.

(Older Percy & reader - they're like 21) ALSO idk perfectly what happens in trials of apollo so let’s just ✨ignore that ✨ & this isn’t sexual despite what the title may suggest

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

A/N: hi friends this is for @fromthewatertribe​ ‘s 1k follower event!! Im sure most of you have but if not definitely check out their work!! Its soooo good I promises and ugh their Leo fic?! *chefs kiss* anyway idk if this is any good oop I tried

PROMPTS USED: 9 & 11. (they’re bolded)

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of ptsd & anxiety, kissing stuff lol ish eh idk, mentions of percabeth breakup?? Does that count?

MASTERLIST: here!

An obnoxiously red and orange light filters into the motel room, even with the old and tattered curtains closed, the motels’ sign conquers its way through the fabric. Sighing you flop yourself on the faded, probably twenty-year-old bed. Nose scrunching as some dust raises into the air, consequently letting out a sneeze.

“Bless you.”

“Did you just bless yourself?”

You winced at the reminder someone else was in the room, exhausted after the two-day travel to a motel room in the middle of whoop. “Yeah…”

“You really are something, aren’t you?” At the calm amusement evident in his tone, your heart rate began to slow down. He didn’t think you were crazy.

You let out a breathy laugh. Wow, I wonder how those stains got on the ceiling? Lava monster perhaps? Are those even a thing? Probably.

“Yeah… well, someone has to Jackson.” You glance towards him, he’s sitting at the small, poor excuse of a dining table. Heart rate picking up again as he gives you a small smile, already having his eyes on you this entire time.

“If I don’t, who will?” you continue.

“Touché. In that case, I’ll do the blessing from now on; you deserve a break.” Shooting you a wink. Instantly feeling flustered at his action, you fight the urge to cover your face with your hands.

Oh, Percy, if only you knew you’ve already been blessing me for the past six years.

“Even say…. If we’re in a battle?” you muse.

He gets up from the table and walks towards you. Once he reaches your side of the queen bed, he kneels, grabbing the hand closest to him, while putting his other on top of his heart. “Oh, y/n l/n, even with my dying breath.”

With that, you burst into a fit of laughter. This boy and his sarcasm.

You play along. “Hmmm what a great tale that will be. The one and only, Perseus Jackson, spending his final breath on sweet old y/n l/n. How dare you burden me with such a legacy to live up to! They’ll think I’m your lover, you know. Demigods all around the world will come searching for me, just to gawk at the beauty that stole your heart.”

At this point, Percy has fallen from his kneeling position, completely lying on the ground, overcome with laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Percy! How am I supposed to live with the guilt of knowing I don’t live up to their expectations?! I’m hardly a warrior either, oh the disappointment.”

Gasping for breath, he manages to find his words, “Don’t stress it y/n, you’re plenty beautiful. I just know they’ll all be stunned by your beauty. Don’t sell yourself short… trust me, once they see you, they’ll be envious that my lover was so enraptured by me that you’ll never be able to love again.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. Would that be so bad?

Gasping for breath, eventually, both of your laughs die down, leaving you both breathing heavily. “C’mon Percy, let’s get some sleep. Its going to be a long week of scouting for demigods if we’re tired.”

As Percy nods, silently getting up to go to the bathroom to change, but he can’t help but think to himself that he wouldn’t mind if he was stuck in the middle of nowhere with you. No matter how long.

It had been three days since you and Percy arrived in the town you continuously fail to remember the name of. It wasn’t the only thing you were failing at doing either, because it seemed that for some unknown reason, the school that was supposed to arrive here for their camping trip still hadn’t shown up.

“We should send an Iris message to camp. It doesn’t look like they’re showing up any time soon, and by the looks of things, we’re going to need to have them send someone for more supplies.”

Percy sighed, looking out the window. Was this the opportunity he was looking for? Maybe… he knew he’d be a stupid fool to pass it up. Swept up in his new thoughts, he never replied. “Percy?”

Without even looking at you, he nodded, turning to go to the bathroom, “Yeah sure, I’ll go into the bathroom and make the call.”

Humming in acknowledgement as he left the room, you couldn’t help but stare at the spot he was previously standing in from your position on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t look too good.

For such a great hero, you wondered if this quest was doing him any good. After the first day of scouting the campsite, it was obvious he was already antsy to get home. It seemed no matter how light you tried to keep the atmosphere; it was like something was weighing on his mind. Mostly when you were both in the motel room together, you supposed it was because he barely went on quests nowadays. Understandably so, after all, who could blame him for wanting a break and spend time with his family? This made you feel immensely guilty since you could never give him words of truly understanding what he’s gone through. You’d arrived at camp a few days before him, yet over the years you were never sent onto a major quest. It upset you greatly at first, but you grew to appreciate your time at camp.

Before your mind could delve further into its guilt and self-pity, Percy re-entered the room, sitting next to you with a huff. “It’s all good. They’re going to send Leo with some extra supplies, and he’ll help us for the rest of this quest.”

Accidentally getting swept up in how pretty his eyes were, you tensed up, realising he was staring at you expectantly. Quickly nodding and clearing your throat you looked down to your lap, “ahh, okay that sounds good. I guess we’ll have time to sightsee or something…”

Sightsee? Really y/n? There’s nothing in this stupid town!

An awkward silence filled the room. Due to your previous thoughts, you were unsure how to proceed. This was the first time you were alone with him and had nothing else better to do.

Percy on the other hand, found that the obvious swooning look in your eyes was his green light. “Uhhh actually y/n?”

Oh, please don’t ask me why I basically just drooled all over you for NO FUCKING REASON. Snapping your head back up to look at him, you desperately tried to ignore the pounding in your chest that managed to find its way into your ears, “yeah?”

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

Holy shit he knows, doesn’t he? He knows I’ve liked him this entire time, and he’s going to reject me even though I never even said anything!

“I uhm… look I know we’re kind of on a small quest and all but technically we ARE waiting for Leo and the school to arrive before we continue… and you know we kind of have like at least a day or two until then so I was just wondering…”

“Yeah, Percy? You can just say it, you know; I really don’t mind.” I do mind, but please get this over with before I cry. With your heart rate increasing at an alarming rate and face heating up so much, you wanted Zeus to blast you right then and there.

Percy felt like he was about to puke, he’d never felt this nervous before. Yeah, he had his moments growing up with Annabeth, after all, she was his first girlfriend, but this was different. He wanted this to be different. Sure, he never regretted their relationship, and yes, he knew he’d always remember everything they went through- what he went through but… he wanted a clean slate. He desperately just wanted nothing more than to know that there was at least one person in his life that wasn’t constantly fighting for their lives—someone who didn’t have to live with as much trauma as him.

“W- would you maybe... Gods, do you want to have dinner tomorrow night? Maybe at the diner further into the town?”

HOLY FUCK.

He was interested and honestly, you were over the moon. Breathing out the breath you were holding in, you fail to hide the smile on your face, “yeah, I’d like that.”

His face instantly broke out into a wide smile matching yours. “Wait really?”

Unable to hold back a small giggle, you nodded, “yeah, Percy.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you admire the blue dress you found in a charity shop this morning while Percy was sleeping. I can’t believe this is happening.

If you had old even more awkward 15-year-old y/n that you were about to go on a date with the boy you admired from your table during meals (when he was there), you would’ve laughed. Mainly because at that point, he didn’t even know you existed, only having your first conversation during the battle of Manhattan when you were helping Will.

Okay… lets do this.

Walking out of the bathroom, Percy is already sitting on the bed in his usual t-shirt, jeans and converse waiting for you.

“Woah… You look uh-” Never finishing his statement, worry bubbled in your chest.

“Oh, uhm… I- I can change if you’d like?

Jumping up from his place on the bed, his head shook quickly. “NO! N-no don’t do that.”

“Ah uhm… okay? Sorry, it’s just I saw it in a store earlier and uhm… it looked nice, and I just thought that maybe it’d be cool to maybe put in a bit more effort? I mean… not that you don’t look good or anything! I love what you wear, you always look nice! but I don’t know… I don’t get to look nice much and… I just wanted it to be kinda special since we don’t get to… well our lives don’t really grant us these opportunities very often. Or at least for me anyway…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay! I totally get it… you look beautiful.” After hearing your small confession and thought to prepare for your date, his heart felt like it was melting. How could someone be so thoughtful when all he was doing was taking you to a rundown diner who probably only served mediocre burgers?

A small wave of guilt washed through him. Feeling like he would never be able to truly sweep you off your feet or give you that sweet, tooth-rotting love and affection, every day, just like you deserved. After everything, he knew he could try his best but even then, he’d never be able to hide the anxiety or PTSD he had acquired over the years.

You looked up to him with a smirk. “Glad to hear it, lover.”

Cheeks heating up at your comment, he laughed trying to play it off as cool as possible. Taking a step closer to you and flattening his shirt as if it would wipe away its wrinkles, he held out his arm. “Shall we, lover?”

Matching his level of fake sophistication, you linked your arm with his, “with pleasure.”

And with that, you both walked out of the motel, with hopeful spirits. To any onlooker, you both looked like normal young adults.  

“Where the fuck are you?!” Percy’s voice boomed from his end of the phone, supposedly made without any monster risks.  

You winced, slowly and cautiously walking your way out of the forest. The once clean dress was now covered in dirt and had few tears. It went perfectly with your dishevelled, twig and leaf infested hair.

“Space doesn’t really exist, so I’m nowhere. Life is built on social constructs and, since there’s no way to know if we’re really alive or if it’s just an illusion, I can’t be anywhere.”

“Y/n.”

Okay, he was concerned, and you couldn’t blame him. After all, how did you expect him to react after getting separated from you as you were chased into the woods by an Empousai after dinner?

Romance at its finest.  

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up, but I’ll be there soon.”

Ending the call, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you replayed the events that just occurred in your head. The date was amazing. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was still sweet. Which led you both to go on one of those cliché night walks. That was nice too, until two Empousai came out of the forest and decided to attack you both.

Percy being…. Well Percy, he swiftly got out riptide and didn’t hesitate to defend the two of you. You, on the other hand, were completely caught off guard only just noticing as one of them turned their focus on you while Percy was distracted.

And what did you do like the perfectly trained demigod you were?

You ran like a headless chicken into the forest.

After a few minutes of running, they tackled you into the ground. Trying and failing failed to shove them off, you suddenly remembered the dagger you strapped to your thigh under your dress and stabbed them.

Clearly not your proudest moments.

Finally making it back to the room, you unlocked the door and let out a huff of relief. “Well… that date didn’t go as expected.”

Percy, took in your current state staring at you with wide eyes… but he didn’t say anything. Is he angry at me? Fuck now he’s going to call off whatever this is, all because I’m an incompetent idiot! I knew I should have tried harder in the sparring activities at camp.

Feeling highly intimidated under his intense stare, you began to play with the hem of your dress, voice going quiet. “Look I uh- I know it probably wasn’t the date you were hoping for but I uhm-“

Before you could even finish your poor excuses, your words are soon lost entirely. Percy stalked towards you with a determined look on his face. Reaching you, he firmly placed his hands on either side of your face, smashing his lips onto yours.

You let out a small, muffled squeak of surprise as your eyebrows shot up into Olympus. Yet unlike your fighting skills, this was something you managed to adapt to at a faster pace.

Eyes fluttering closed, you fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.

Please don’t let this be a dream.

Because Gods forbid if this your one chance, you weren’t letting this moment end that easily.  

Moving your lips against his, the urgency he came onto you with slowly began to dissipate, feeling his soft, but slightly chapped lips move against yours. Deepening the kiss, you let go of his shirt, gliding your hands up his tense torso and along his strong arms, eventually placing your hands on his wrists that were on either side of your face. Applying a small amount of pressure to the inside of his wrists with your thumbs, his mind began to drift into a calming haze as you softly stroked them. It was almost as if you were able to brush away the worry that bubbled in him when he got back to the room, only to find you weren’t there. Yet here you were… safe.

It was intoxicating and calming having him so close to you, his entire being overcoming your senses to a point where you fought the urge to let out a small whimper when he pulled away.

Resting his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling heavily flushed against you; he continued to hold you in his warm embrace. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He whispers, breath fanning against your face.

Because as much as Percy was afraid he’d let you down, he knew no matter what you were worth every single risk.

“…but I’m going to have to teach you a few things when we get back to camp. We can’t have my lover running away in battle all the time, how will I know if you sneeze?”

Letting out a snort, you playfully hit his chest. “Anything for you, lover.”

A soft smile graces his face as he looks at you adoringly as the word takes on a whole new meaning… because you were right. He’d do anything.

A/N: whelp! i hope you all liked it :)) its not perfect but oh well? 

also i dont have a percy jackson taglist but i gotta tag the holy grail of fic writers for this fandon eep @cabinofimagines​   🙈 🙈

Divider credit: @biskit-rising​

[multiplefandomsblog]

your roommate hcs are so cute, can i request for naib, demi, tracy, andrew, kurt, patricia, and victor?

:0 holy crap yes! I’m so glad you enjoyed the roommate hcs!! Me and the other mods hope you enjoy these! Thank you for requesting :))

(i added melly because why not? lmao hope you don’t mind.)

Part 1!

Naib Subedar

This man deadass didn’t know you were living with him

Even when people told him about it, he wasn’t rlly paying attention and didn’t rlly care

Your stuff in his room? He thought it was his or someone just broke into his room and left it there

When he saw you on the toilet however, he just freaked out.

“Why the hell are you shitting in my room!?” “Your room? I’ve been living here for 2 months!”

Once he found out you lived with him, he made sure you knew what was his and what was yours

also, since he’s very protective of his things-- you being one of them-- he would totally get jealous if he caught you tallking to someone that wasn’t him.

he would probably give you the silent treatment and act like a pissy baby

He hates it when you touch his stuff

especially his photos, the photos were special to him because they were of him and his army friends.

You’d sometimes catch him looking at the photos with a longing in his eyes, it was highkey sad.

having you live with him meant lots and lots of training

he made sure you were always prepared for matches and that you don’t get downed early

when you got downed early however, He would scold you but he would still rescue you anyways because he’s soft

“You’re such an idiot, you’d better do better next time! Or else I’ll kick your ass.” 

one time he got cocky while kiting because you were watching him

he forgot to turn on his elbow pads and face palmed into the wall.

“...You saw nothing.” He turned around, a bit woozy from hitting his head on a wall. He flipped the hunter off before stumbling wooshing away

When you first get to know naib, he’d probably come off as intimidating and menacing

but once you get to know him--the real him--, you start to understand that even though he may be tough on you, its because he wants you to be the best

he has good intentions

During matches he’d let you handle yourself and made sure you didn’t rely on him too much

One time you needed to shower but you ran out of your shampoo so you used his.

When he questioned you, you simply responded “What? You don’t need it anyways, you’re bald!”

He didn’t rescue you the next round.

should’ve seen that coming

though he forgives you when you braid his luscious long existent hair for him

Kurt Frank

The amount of times you almost stepped on this man is astronomical.

he would constantly be in his tiny form because he would lose a lot of his things

his tiny form helped him find his things easily

Though when you first moved in with him, you had no idea what his ability was

so when you first saw a tiny version of your roommate you thought he was just a weird doll

until you heard him say a tiny, “Hey can you move your ginORMOUS foot? You’re stepping on my book.”

You fucking screeched and took off your shoe to try and kill him

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

After he explained to you about his ability you calmed down a bit and spared this tiny man but only this time!

Frank loves books, he probably filled your shared rooms with stacks on stacks of books

You’d often see him tiny, waving at you while you’re decoding

Once you overhead Kurt arguing with First Officer over who was the rightful owner of some sort of treasure map

They fought for days,

kurt would constantly complain about it to you

turns out it was just a game on the back of a Cereal box.

sorry this is short like kurt

Tracy Reznik

Would be a little awkward at first, but the awkwardness slowly fades away when you both make bad jokes

she gives me childhood best friend vibes

Has her doll sitting in the corner of your shared room room, it’s lifeless eyes scare the living shit out of you in the dark you try not to make eye contact, afraid it’ll curse you or smth

if she was mad at you she would move the bot in a way that looked like it was flipping you off you off in your direction before you went to bed.

Always making little robot things that are super fun to play with

Loves sharing her things. Has no problem with it

you wanna wear her clothes? sure

you want to wear her underwear? evEN BETTER-

Pulling all nighters, trying to get her machines to work like how she wanted it to work.

Would live off of kraft Mac n cheese and junk food in the modern day

Pretty hyper, chugs pink monster energy drinks while pulling all nighters, also, in the modern day

would probably be a bruh girl

Her room is a mess, covered with blueprints and scrap metal

her room is practically a safety hazard

Sometimes she dresses her doll up a bit, putting wigs or her old clothes on it (which scares you half to death)

Once she made her doll dress up like her

and you almost went up to it to ask what it wanted for dinner.

Has a photo of her and her dad

You never wanted to bring it up, worried it might make her upset :(

Sometimes she’d feel really guilty about being downed in the first 30 seconds

please comfort her, she feels super bad

She always relies on you to rescue her

She gets really happy and thankful when you body block for her but she still gets a bit concerned when you do it randomly

“i wasn’t even kiting-” “Protecc the mecc.”

Demi Bourbon

Always out at the bar

Smells like alcohol constantly

tipsy 24/7

she’s never 100% sober

You have to hold her hair out of her face when she comes back to your shared room to hurl

Likes bringing back hard vodka or weird flavoured alcohols back for you guys to get wasted try together

Room is bit cluttered, but she doesn’t have much in her room since she’s always out in bars or matches

Usually latches onto you like a parasite when she’s drunk.

it gets a bit awkward when her face is a bit close to yours,

“Are we about to kiss right now-? BLeurghgrhgherrgh.”“...*audible sigh*”

You’d go to her expecting her to heal you like a normal person but no

instead she shoves dovlin down your throat

She likes to do your makeup, and always adds a matching beauty mark

unless you don’t wear makeup, then she’d ask you to do hers 

always loves how she looks afterwards

more than sometimes demi would get into bar fights, 

so you know she’s about to throw hands when she starts takes off her earrings-

10/10 would fight for you <3

She’s gives me cool wine aunt vibes

Probably a lesbian too (check out our Demi smut fic ;))

Or bi, idk

Just straightn’t

She’s really good at hyping you up, especially when you’re taking shots

“CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG-”

Andrew Kreiss

Would be very shy at first, opens up a little when you get to know him

Totally a night owl, can’t sleep at night from all the guilt and “what if’”s

if you see this baby awake at night, hug him, he really needs it

You’ve never seen the other side of his face

How does he see with hair in his eyes?

He’s albino, which is super dope

Sometime you fear he’s thinking about burying you

You always see him thwacking Luca with his shovel

Barely talks

Room is moderate

He doesn’t want you to find out too much about him

He may seem bland, but he loves sweet food

You’d bake him cookies and other sweets

He’d act as if he’s not embarrassed and brush it off

“Are you blushing?”“No, I-I’m sunburnt.” “On your face?” “....I stare into the hot red sun sometimes because it eases me.”

to keep his lie going, every time he catches you staring at him he would fry his eye balls by staring into the sun until you left

partially the reason why he can’t see well

When he’s not looking, you stare at him while he’s eating the stuff you made because he looks so happy :’)

One time you found him down in the dumps so you made him a cup of coffee, and when you handed it to him you said-

“Depresso espresso?”

*sniff* ”..are you oka-” “IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE”

he actually cried

it was such a nice gesture(?), that he started ugly crying

You’d ask him if he wanted hugs during matches when you see him get stressed

He’d be flushed and kinda confused

hug... him? why tho lmao

he’d definitely agree tho, to be fair, with some hesitation 

if y’all ever cuddled in bed, i feel like he’d be a little spoon

poor boy needs the comfort, he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be little spoon tho

he just wants to be close to you

Victor Grantz

You love playing with his dog, Wick

Super nice and polite, but a little guarded

The type to be too afraid to call people out when they do something wrong but would totally trash them in his head

You write him little letters everyday and leave them on his bed to make him happy :))

He’d a be a little spoon

Wick would always join you guys while cuddling

Kisses would be soft and gentle

Usually sends you the first letter in matches

Loves to cuddle

He bb 🥰

You always get him a birthday present AND a Christmas present

You also get a gift for Wick

He loves giving you surprise hugs

Likes to read with you while cuddling

Literally a cinnamon roll

Once he was eating a cinnamon roll

And you whispered

“C a n n i b a l i s m .”

He was very confused

and kind of scared- were you going to eat him?

Patricia Dorval

Room always smells like herbs

She could literally smoke weed and you’d think it’s some magical healing herb

it magically makes you feel better

Always there to stun the hunter when you’re ballooned

The mature one

Her room is organized, with boxes labeling what herbs and magic stuff that are in them

You were cooking dinner for the day and you accidentally used one of her fancy herbs in your soup

She didn’t realize until she tried the soup

She wasn’t mad just disappointed

She lectured you on how you shouldn’t touch her stuff or use it for cooking

Gotta admit tho, the soup was pretty good

she acts like the mom everyone wishes they had

totally the type to be like, “dude we should think this through.” before doing something risky

and then five seconds later, “cowABUNGA MY DUDES”

one time she caught kreacher leaving the mens washroom without washing his hands

seeing as she was the mother of this manor, she had to protect her children from diseases

so she yeeted her monkey skull at kreachers head, cleanly knocking him out

and everybody cheered.

Melly Plinius

When you heard melly was going to be your roomie, you couldn’t have been more excited.

you finally had a victim for the many insect pick up lines!

So you decided to make some good first impressions by waiting for her in your room.

so when she arrived to your room and greeted you, you happily greeted her back, and slipped in the pick up line.

“Hello, my name is Melly. I believe I will be your ro-?”“Yeah nice to meet you too, say, what do bees make?”

She kinda thought you were a bit rude so much for first impressions

“...Erm, honey?” she replied hesitantly

“YES DEAR?” 

... okay maybe you weren’t thaaaat bad.

after that she kind of developed a teensy crush on you 

so it was hard living with you because of her crush, since she was constantly flustered 

you loved her reactions, she constantly got red.

it was funny watching her try to keep her cool and fail.

[mitsukijuni]

dangggg,,, im scared of inazuma so this is what im doin now,, enjoy!!!

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So maybe it was part of his fault why the laboratory is burning. It's not like he was supposed to know that the bright neon green liquid could cause such an explosion unlike the slightly less brighter neon green liquid that he actually needed.

Nope, it's not his fault whatsoever even though those two vials had been helpfully labelled by the chief of alchemy, Albedo.

Okay maybe it was his fault but just by a tiny bit. A lot. He's fucked.

Timaeus looked on, eyes blank and empty, accepting his fate as it is. Perhaps he'll be let off, "It's alright,"  Albedo would smile and just cleaned up after the mess he made, which he of course, would help with. And, maybe it'll be worse than that, "You're no longer my student," he'd say, the disappointment obvious in his voice.

Either way, Timaeus knew he's fucked. Albedo don't just smile for no reason.

Now, he did try to extinguish it as best as he could but the fire only seem to grew and with that, the dread in his gut only worsened. He had to call Albedo. Rushing out, he was about to turn the corner when he ran, quite literally, into one Captain Kaeya. An 'umph' came from him, hands bracing Timaeus's shoulders.

"What's the rush," he had asked, light laughter accompanying. Timaeus was about to open his mouth when tufts of blond hair appeared from behind the one eyed captain. Albedo.

'Fuck,' Timaeus lamented. "Is everything alright, Timaeus?" The shorter man is looking straight at him now, bright turquoise eyes staring deep. Timaeus opened his mouth again, intent on telling the both of them what had happened and is happening.

"Well-" and as if on cue, the door to the lab was shattered into pieces, the explosion turning it into splinters and a resounding 'boom' broke the —previously— calm air. "That."

Albedo had dragged Timaeus by the arm then, shielding him away from the fire as Kaeya doused the fire using his vision. After minutes of "Freeze it," the fire had, thankfully, settled down.

Albedo looked at him then, "What happened Timaeus," he asked, ordered really, and by the looks of it, he already knew the answer and was only looking forward to Timaeus' response to it.

Finding that there's no way he can get out of this situation, Timaeus sighed, defeated. "Well, I mixed the wrong liquid in the potion you helped me with earlier and the rest is history," trailing off, he didn't dare to look at Albedo in the eyes, afterall it was just a simple concoction and he had fucked it up.

There was a beat of silence before a hand clamped down on Timaeus's left shoulder making him look up. "It's okay," Albedo smiled and that's when Timaeus knew he was going to die.

The blond soon left, leaving Timaeus alone with the cavalry captain, wondering what his punishment would be exactly. "If I were you, I'd prepare myself mentally," the captain chirped in, an eye —maybe both— squinted in amusement.

Night came and with that, an increasing feeling of dread in Timaeus's gut. He knew that this mistake of his wouldn't be left unpunished, and with the day ending, he couldn't help the sweats running down his back as he stay seated on the chair.

Albedo had left him a note on the door of his home, written on it was, "Be home by dusk, I'll be there soon." And here he was, fresh out of the shower, dreading the appearance of the alchemist. A sudden knock broke him out of his reverie, scrambling to his feet to get to the door.

Before he could even get a word out, Albedo pushed in, brushing past him and sitting himself on the edge of his bed. "Oh, um, hello Albedo," the other nodded in response, looking around the small room that Timaeus called home.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened, can you please just let this go," he rubbed his arm anxiously, hoping that it would appeal to Albedo's sympathetic nature, if he had any.

Albedo hummed, as if he was considering it, before saying, "No. Now strip."

"Pardon me?" Timaeus breathed out, stumbling backwards by an inch, stunned by what Albedo had said and meant, judging by the quirked brow and the slight smirk on his face. "Well, no, not yet. You still need to be punished afterall," he stated, as if he was talking about the weather.

Timaeus gulped, sweats forming like bullets. "Are you kidding right now," to which the other man let out a sigh for. "Do I seem like the kind of a person to kid around, Timaeus," he uttered his name almost, seductively? No, he must be imagining that but with the way the situation is escalating, he can't help but think of it that way.

"You heard me, strip."

Turquoise eyes gazed deep into him and he couldn't help but shudder under that look. Seeing that he can't really do anything in this case, he hesitantly stripped down every layers that he had on. And a deep part inside of him screamed in joy, almost as if it had been waiting for this day. Timaeus shook his head, willing the thought away.

Now, naked as the day he was born, he stood in front of the man, trying in vain to hide his genital. His body flushed red and his cheeks burning bright. Albedo spread his lap open, tapping on his thighs lightly with gloved hands. "Bend over," he ordered simply.

Timaeus spluttered, eyes wide in disbelief over what his mentor had said. Albedo merely nodded towards his lap, confirming the words that had came out of his mouth. He inched forward, with each steps making his legs shake. Fists formed as he bit his lips, and even with the different height statures, he couldn't help but feel inferior as he stood over Albedo.

Slowly, he crawled into the other's lap, awkwardly shifting himself to position himself on those strong thighs. "Uhm, are you sure that-" a hand came down his bottom. Timaeus yelped in shock, almost giving himself a whiplash as he swiftly turned to look at Albedo.

"What are, what are you doing!" The blond in question merely quirked a brow and before Timaeus could open his mouth, Albedo brought his hand down again, a quick snap that echoed in the room.

He moaned.

And just as quick, the room fell silent. Timaeus dropped his head down, groaning internally at what he just did. A palm settled on his bottom, startling him. The hand rubbed his bottom in a circular motion, almost soothingly, before Albedo leaned down right next to his ear, whispering, "You seem to enjoy that."

Another hit and Timaeus arched his back in a futile attempt to ease away the incoming pain. Strike after strike and he could feel that his cheeks was as red as his cheeks. Eyes shut, tears welling at the corner of his eyes, Timaeus could do nothing other then to just let it be.

Well, he could push the other man away, seeing as he wasn't really holding him down -not that he couldn't of course, hah- but alas Timaeus dare not to entertain the idea for he was enjoying it even though, his brain was screaming at him.

It was when a gloved finger brushed against his hole that Timaeus jolted back. "Ah! What are you-" Albedo simply cut him off by brushing against it once more making Timaeus shudder. Tearful eyes looked back into the other, gleaming, mischief filled ones. "Do you not like that Timaeus," the man said, a tint of laughter in that sentence.

Timaeus don't have an answer for that. On one hand, he did like it but on the other, this wasn't how he had imagined it in those countless imaginations of his where they both, well, fuck essentially.

At that, his blush deepened, scowling at Albedo who had a hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Fuck it," Timaeus sat up the best he could, feeling the hardness grinding against the crack of his bottom, sliding in-between. "Oh," Albedo uttered, looking up at the other, eyes wide.

Hands twitching, Timaeus brought his arms up, hovering an inch shy away from Albedo's cheek, dusted with red. A gulp and he finally brought his head down to catch Albedo's lips in his, palms lightly settled on fair skin. Timaeus deepened the kiss further, slipping a tongue in, to which Albedo hummed in surprise.

A hitch of breath and Albedo was stunned momentarily at the feeling of Timaeus rubbing down on his cock, breaking away from the kiss to catch his breath. Timaeus smiled down at him, loving the effect that he had on the other; his façade crumbling, red covering his face, flushed. "Did you liked that?" This time, Timaeus was the one who whispered it into Albedo's ears.

It sent a shiver down his spine seeing that Albedo had no response to that, breathing in short, heavy huffs. "Fuck," was all that he said before he stood up, making Timaeus stumble back in the process.

Timaeus felt as if his own façade had shattered, gone was the confident filled persona of his as he stood in front of the other, not knowing what to do. Without warning, Albedo stripped down, all lean muscles and tiny scars covered his body. With a force so unexpected from the small figure, Timaeus was shoved down onto the bed, a small 'oomph' escaped his lips.

There was a moment of silence, a beat as the two looked at each other, both breathing heavily before Albedo slowly kneeled on the bed, encaging Timaeus in-between the space of his legs.

Timaeus gulped.

Not long after, Albedo's hand slowly trailed down his figure, over his chest, his navel, before settling on his cock. He circled his length with a palm, jerking it languidly, Timaeus could feel his breath quickened. The man hummed appreciatively, "Like what you see, Timaeus," he whispered his name out like a secret, a dirty little secret that only exist in this moment.

He nodded, mouth opened as his eyes seems to have a mind of its own, following the slow jerking motions of Albedo's hand, the head of his cock disappearing from his view.

"I want to hear you say it. Say how much you love looking at me jerk off, how much you've been fantasizing about this, how many times those fantasies have made you cum," with each words, Timaeus could feel himself growing hard, not only by the sight, but also by the authoritative tone that Albedo had said it with.

Dare he say, it was eliciting quite the reaction from him. Albedo stopped moving his wrists, "Say it." Timaeus hesitated before saying, "I, I love seeing you jerk your cock off, I love how the pre-cum spills all over your finger,"—Albedo continued to stroke his cock—"I've always fantasized about this happening, how I would fuck you, how you, how you would fuck me and make me scream. The amount of times I've came just by imagining you were jerking my cock."

A beat. "And I love you."

Albedo swiftly stopped.

Timaeus was, simply put, doomed. Of course he just had to ruin this whole, thing and now Albedo was going to walk away and dismiss this as if it never had happened.

But to his surprise, the other man simply let out a small laugh, "That took you long enough," before inching himself closer that his still hard cock grazed against Timaeus's chin. Beet red was the colour of his cheeks as he stared at the cock in front of him, dark red was the head and dripping with pre-cum.

He licked his lips, eyes shifting upwards to look at Albedo; a silent look of obedience and wanting to be given a permission. With lidded eyes, Timaeus lolled his tongue out, an invitation for the blond to push his cock deep down his throat. And push he did, tears welling up as he could feel the tip poking at the back of his throat.

Albedo didn't move for a while, giving Timaeus a minute of comfort and with a hum of approval, he pistoned his hips, catching the man off guard. Drool spilled and trailed down his chin and he could do nothing but to just take it in deep.

With both palms on Albedo's thighs, he braced himself upon the incoming onslaught, the other man's weight slightly settling down on his chest leaving him even more breathless as it is.

Albedo leaned over him, arms propped up on the frame of the bed, his hips wildly bucking into the wet mouth, fucking it like there's no tomorrow. Timaeus let his hands fall down to the side, gripping the bedsheets till his fists were white, his face crimson. He lets his mouth slacks open, now a mere hole for Albedo to fill with his girth.

A stutter and Albedo pulled out just as sudden, drawing out a whine from Timaeus over the lost feeling of being full. Hand fisted in tufts of brown hair, forcing Timaeus to look up to the other, "Aren't you a good little slut," he said before letting his grip loosen.

Albedo leaned down, peppering kisses all over Timaeus's skin, down his chest, navel, before settling on his crotch. A lick along the length of his cock nearly sent Timaeus over, his back arched.

He braced himself, anticipating the warm, wet cavern that was Albedo's mouth when he felt himself folded, back rested on the thighs of the man. Timaeus craned his neck, wanting to have a better look at what was happening only to see the red tongue peeking out of those lips.

That's when he felt that tongue of his lapping at his hole, his head thrown back once more. He could feel the hairs on his neck stand as Albedo flattened his tongue against his hole, the tiny hairs surrounding it brushing against his nose. He stretched a hand out to try and hold the other's head, intent in trying to stop him but an arm reached out, pinning his own on the bed.

Tiny flickers of the tongue swept lightly over the sensitive skin, his hole twitching. Albedo pursed his mouth, nipping and sucking on it, the man under him writhing; struggling under the vice grip that he had on his thigh. It was only when Albedo had prodded on his taint, that Timaeus jolted up, balancing himself upon his elbows, "Ah!" He cried out, eyes shut tight whilst Albedo continues to lick wet stripes upon it, blowing cold air over it when he finished.

The brunet slumped back down, his chest heaving; glistening underneath the light, sweat covered. With a wavering voice, Timaeus dared to speak, "Won't you, um, fuck me already?" he averted his eyes, feeling sheepish by his own unabashed question.

"Who said I was going to fuck you," Albedo chuckled, his eyes set into a fixed gaze on him, head leaned upon a palm. Timaeus felt his heart sunk at that, a look of disappoinment on his face. Hands wrapped around his legs, interrupting his thoughts as the abrupt motion pushed him back down. "We have days ahead of us, surely you can wait," the blond muttered against his shin, his cock nudging on Timaeus's thighs.

"Oh," was the only thing that crossed Timaeus's mind before he felt the cock sliding in-between the slit of his thighs; created by tightly squeezing his thighs together. Timaeus gasped at the sensation, his cock rubbing up and down against Albedo's own. Brows furrowed in concentration, Albedo rammed in, each time harder then before.

Toes curled, Timaeus could feel his climax inching closer, suppressing moans from escaping his lips. With a shuddered breath, Timaeus came, his cum landing on his stomach; mingling with the layer of sweat covering his skin. And with a hitched gasp, Albedo followed soon with his own climax, staining the insides of his thighs. Exhausted, Albedo collapsed next to Timaeus, one hand circling the brunet's waist.

Thump.

"So, about what you said, could we," Timaeus trailed off, eyes fluttering; heavy with drowsiness. A kiss on his cheek was the only answer given to him, a pair of lips hovering next to his ear, "Go to sleep, Timaeus."

And sleep he did, a comforting warmth staying by his side all night long.

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

14 (bodyguard AU) and 46 (blind date) sounds fun,,, your choice of ship ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥

14. Bodyguard AU || 46. Blind date

Random choice generator got me creativisleep!

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roman's a semi-popular actor- he's never really been to an awards show, and he's not been in That much, but he had a small but strong role in a real popular film and plenty of leading ones in lesser known movies. he's got enough of a following to be satisfied with himself, even if it isn't That huge of one

because of this, roman didn't take the possible dangers of his fame seriously... until he got jumped by one fan at a play in his hometown. he came out fine (he's always fine ;p) but it made him reconsider his choice to not have some sort of protection

he ends up hiring remy to be his bodyguard, a choice he Slightly starts regretting when he realizes remy, despite having excellent marks out of bodyguard school, is about as professional as a golden retriever

they take roman's food out of his fridge Whenever, borrow Way too many of his shirts (and roman hasn't seen his BMC 'boyf riends' hoodie since they got their hands on it), and is never in typical bodyguard wear (they wore a suit for the interview and never again)

but they also bring roman coffee (when did they get his regular figured out...?), talk to him like he's just a Person and not a celeb, and have yet to try and kill him themself so. roman's alright with them staying

(plus, is it so wrong if roman enjoys how they look? he deserves for a bit of an eye-candy sorta bodyguard, damnit, they're with him all the time after all)

remy's been with roman as his bodyguard for a few months when roman decides he cant just keep Lookin at a pretty person, he deserves to have a pretty person to kiss and cuddle with too!! so he pokes around for a bit, finds a non-homophobic service (he's pan, so he could Technically use a plain ol' straight service, but he refuses on gay principle), and uses it

idk how datin apps work but this one that im makin up is a blind match up app, which takes ur information and uses it to randomly pair u up with random accounts. the app keeps account info privated until After the first date has been gone on, to really maintain the 'blind match' aspect. the matched up people play a mini guessing game through the app about places they can go for a date until location and time is determined

roman likes the idea of the app mostly to keep his own identity secret as long as possible- he doesnt want people pickin his account Just bc he's a celeb, y'know?

the first couple of blind dates dont go well tho... most are nice people who roman just isn't compatible with, one was a straight woman who spent the entire date being Very homophobic despite roman's rainbow heart + pan flag pins, and someone who was clearly Too Much Of A Fan (remy had to physically pull them off of roman and help him escape the park before they could latch back on)

oh, did roman not mention? remy's been coming on all his dates with him

because of course they are! they need to protect roman! whether that's by eating dinner in the booth over or sitting two rows back at the cinema or awkwardly half-stalkin roman and his date while they walk about

so they're always there, to bring roman there and take him home, and listen when he complains about the bad matches and lament the almost-winners, and convince him he is a catch that needs to try again because eventually Someone will realize he really is too good to pass up

(remy always says that line in a weird way)

so he keeps trying... until roman has possibly the worst date ever

because he gets stood up. it's fifteen minutes past the scheduled date time, he's gotten no text explainin where they are, but he's sittin at the restaurant alone and starting to become rather upset by the pitying look the server gives him when he says he's still waitin on someone else before he orders

remy slides into the seat across from him at the 20 minute mark. shoots roman an apologetic smile that an outsider would mistake as a 'sorry im late' one when roman knows it's a 'sorry they didnt show' one

roman appreciates the gesture to save him, but he almost just wants to go home at this point. he's tired and bein stood up feels like Shit, actually, and he's about ready to call off the whole dating thing really, dramatic as that may be (like it's not his middle name)

but remy says smth about this place having really good sandwiches, and it's clear they're tryin so hard to help roman out here, even a little, and roman can't just dismiss that effort, so he picks up his menu again and orders smth and tries to ignore the way his face heats up just the slightest at the relieved smile remy flashes next

lunch with remy is great, actually, better than it would've been with whoever couldnt be bothered to show or apologize or Anything. remy even knows the way to an ice cream shop on the way home, sayin it's for roman's 'broken heart' as they pay for it

except, well... roman's heart isn't feelin so broken anymore

it's actually feeling pretty put together. really functional. functioning really fast. especially when roman's looking at remy. or when remy's lookin at roman. or when they smile. or when they laugh. or when they speak. or when they-

roman doesn't fall asleep until 2am that night, heart still racing a bit, screaming into his pillow a bit as he acknowledges he is wholly and totally head-over-heels for his bodyguard

he tells remy the next day he's done with dating for a bit, saying he's still upset over being stood up. he doesn't mention that it's also bc remy's ruined all other people for him

things try to fall back in routine from there, but it's a bit harder when roman's trying to not be so in love with someone who just works for him. and remy's definitely started pickin up on it too- they had asked him just last if he was okay, that he didn't seem as upset by remy takin his clothes anymore, and that didn't seem like him, was he getting sick?

the opposite, actually, absolutely nothing makes me feel better then seeing you walk around in my shirt or jacket or whatever else, please never stop and also kiss me?

roman just said he was tired

eventually... roman decides this can't keep going on. remy's giving him more weird looks these days, and roman is pretty sure being around remy so much without Any kisses is starting to cause brain decay (it's not, it's really not, remy always bein on his mind is just a side effect of.... pretti........). so, he takes matters into his own hands

admittedly, maybe firing remy wasn't the best way to go, given remy immediately demands to know why, what they did wrong, even asking if roman's being blackmailed into this

"blink once for yes, twice for no" remy asks, lowering the sunglasses they always have on to look directly at roman's eyes

roman doesn't blink for a full minute. he might not be breathing for that minute either. has he ever seen remy's eyes this close? has he ever seen them at all? they're such a brilliant shade of brown. roman could drown in them. he might be already

roman's pretty sure he started this conversation standing up, but maybe not, because when he finally blinks and remembers things outside of remy's eyes exist he's sitting down and remy looks extremely concerned

"okay... what's wrong, hun?" they ask, and oh no, they look so sad, and worried, and that's not good, roman should fix that right now, regardless of whatever he was doing before (he's forgotten)

"im gay" he responds intelligently. this will fix everything

remy, however, just looks confused. "yes?"

"for you" roman adds, helpfully, sure that Now remy will understand they're just really very pretty and nothing's wrong and if they feel bad still they should look in a mirror because then they'll be good again

now it's remy's turn to sit in silence, expression frozen in one of shock. they still havent put their sunglasses back on, so roman doesnt mind, bc this gives him more time to stare at remy's eyes

"you're having a breakdown because you're gay for me???" remy finally asks, expression unfreezing to look incredulous and a little hurt

roman returns a similar look. "im not having a breakdown!"

remy scoffs. "yeah, sure, right, that's why you suddenly froze and completely stopped breathing and minorly collapsed after i... look off my shades to look at you..." they suddenly break out in a smirk. "oh my gods, you're a gay disaster"

roman doesn't try to deny it, especially with the knowledge he apparently did stop breathing to admire remy's eyes. they have a point

"how long?"

"since that date you hijacked after i got stood up" roman admits. he finds it extraordinarily rude when remy starts laughing

...until they're pulling out their phone, hurriedly opening up the exact same dating app roman had been using, showing a log of all the dates they had planned- there's only one marked as having actually been attended

same date time and place of the one where roman had assumed he had been stood up

"you broke my heart!" roman says as remy puts away their phone, over-dramatically, not actually giving a damn, just feeling gay and a bit giddy at the thought remy hadnt gone to any of the other dates, just theirs

no longer worried quite as much about roman for the moment, remy's smirk just grows, smoothly moving from being crouched in front of roman to being set firmly in his lap, lazily brushing hair out of his eyes and wow was remy always this warm? and stunning? and perfect?

"i dunno babe... sounds more like i stole it" remy teases, movin from playing with roman's hair to cuppin his cheek, leaning in close and not even bothering to pretend to be looking at anything other than roman's lips. "which, yeah, bad bodyguard etiquette... i hope you can forgive me..."

roman doesn't need his words to answer that tease

[karsonisnot]

A New Family.

It has been about three months since tommy had gotten close to schlatt, Sam, and Charlie. Really the catalyst for all of this was Shalott breaking the news that he was, in fact, Tubbos father. 

During this time, they all moved in close together, and really got to know each other. Shlatt started his recovery from his addictions During all of this, and he became kinda like a father figure to them all surprisingly enough

He walked on the prime path, remembering the one time they were all at Schlatt's house while he was slightly drunk, giving life advice. In fact he was so in his own thoughts that he didn't see his actual father right in front of him.

"Tommy."

He looked up to see philza, staring him down. He was clearly not happy for some reason, and Tommy immediately got nervous.

"Uh… hi Phil. Whats… what's going on." He says, laughing nervously.

"What's going on is that I've heard your getting close to… certain people."

"Uhhh, okay? Why does it matt-"

"What's up with the pin?"

Tommy looked down at his red jacket, and looked at the tiny pin on it. Schlatt gave it to him, an exact copy of the little schlattcoin pin he sometimes wears on the collar of his shirts. 

"Oh yeah, the pin schlatt gave me."

"What the actual fuck, and your wearing it?!"

Tommy looked at his father, who had gotten slightly closer.

"I...I mean yeah? He's actually pretty chill n-"

"HES A FUCKING POLITCAL TERRORIST."

"Wha- hes a nice guy now, whats ur fuckin issue man?!"

Philza got even closer, too close for comfort. Tommy Tommy gave a slight side glance just to break eye contact, but swore he saw someone move in the shadows, making him more nervous.

"I don't want you to be around him." Philza said, coldly.

"Wh-what? No. Why do you even fucking care, you haven't even had a conversation with me in fuckin months?!"

"Because he's dangerous!!"

"Excuse me?! You fuckin blew up a country with me in it, don't talk to me about dan-"

He was cut off the image of a man with long pink hair jumping from a tree. He hadn't even realized techno was even there. Before he could react though, wilbur was at his side, with a fucking knife.

"What the absolute fuck is happening." Tommy said, backing up.

"Toms. If your a friend of schlatt, your an enemy of us." Philza said.

Tommy was stunned. Yes his family had been complete assholes to him, but to kill him? Not only that, their motivations fucking sucked.

"What, fucking why! I haven't even seen you in forever. I don't even want any beef anymore!"

"Well, can't have beef if you're dead." Techno said, and then charged.

Tommy dove out of the way, not ready for a fight. Techno turned on his heels, running towards him. He also heard what was most likely wilbur behind him. He was dead.

But, all of a sudden, techno got knocked in the head by a bottle, so hard it broke.

Tommy didn't have time to see who it was, and rolled out of the way of a knife coming down on him. Tommy saw the knife hit the ground and heard wilbur cuss loudly, immediately before he heard a voice behind him.

"Don't move wilbur."

He looked in the direction of the voice, to see Sam standing there, aiming a bow directly at wil. He looked in the direction where techno got hit, and saw jschlatt. And techno very much about to overpower him. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, Charlie appeared, and hit techno with an arrow. Causing him to back off. Immediately Tommy noticed that techno wasn't wearing any armour for some reason. Maybe thought it was going to be an easy fight. 

"What the absolute fuck do you three think your fucking doing?!" Schlatt said, holding the broken jack Daniels bottle. 

"Well, this is interesting." Phil said, being protected by techno.

"Tommy. What prompted this." Sam said, still concentrating on wilbur.

"I don't know! I just… they… they fucking jumped me… for making friends with schlatt."

All of a sudden, schlatt looked at phil, gripping the bottle tighter.

"You motherfucker." 

"Right, because you're the upholder of morals yourself, schlatt." Phil responded.

"At least I'm not ambushing my own son in the middle of the night for existing."

Sam all of a sudden, sam let the string of the bow go, hitting Wilbur in the head, instantly killing him. And reloaded, pointing at philza.

"Give me one reason not to shoot you right now, and leave techno to get beat to death by a bottle."

"Well, because then you'll be killing Tommy's precious family."

All of a sudden, rage fumed in tommy. He realized something after that sentence. And being with this group of people after the past three months, he felt less… alone. He felt at home. Like… like… he has a family. And for Philza to use the blood he was born into against him. He… he felt attacked.

"Your not fucking precious to me at all you bitch."

"What the fuck are you-"

"NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME FUCKER." Tommy raged at Philza's backlash. "You… you have caused me nothing but pain. You have been nothing but against me since the beginning. You've… you've been the worst father ever. Blowing up the country I care about, making me feel small, being a bitch to me. Im… done with it. I'm done with you. I'm done with all of you. I never want you in my life again."

"Tommy, don't be irrational. Where else are going to go to… were your fucking family." Philza said, backing up a tiny bit.

"No. Fuck no. You were never my family. In fact, I don't need you a lot at all. In fact, schlatt

… schlatt has been more of a dad to me then you ever were in the last three months. And unlike techno and wilbur, sam and Charlie have only ever come to my defense and have been… been like brothers to me. If I dare say it… they are my family now. Hell, they are always here for me! While you've done nothing but… but neglect me."

Philza stood stunned. Techno lowered his sword. 

"Im… did… did you really just disown… us?! Philza said, now shaky. 

"Yes… yes I did."

They all went silent for a second. Charlie now at schlatters side, who was looking at tommy, slightly shocked. Sam still trained on the older man behind techno. 

"You should leave." Charlie said, finally speaking.

"Yeah. Or i'll put an arrow between your eyes." Sam said. 

Techno looked at Philza, who only nodded, and they both took off, knowing this wasn't a fight worth getting into with their current lack of gear.

Sam lowered his bow, and walked towards tommy. Schlatt and Charlie both lowered their defenses, Schlatt dropping the bottle. 

"Tommy… im." Schlatt said, walking towards him.

"I know… i probably messed up… im sorry, I shouldn't have said yall were my… family."

"What, no. Don't be ridiculous." Schlatt said, pulling Tommy into a hug. "You're always welcome into my home… my family."

All of a sudden, Tommy felt a sudden relief… and… happiness.

"Hell, you two, get your asses over here." He motioned to Charlie and Sam, while still holding Tommy in a half hug.

Charlie and Sam stood next to them, Charlie standing on schlatters side, getting slatts free arm around his shoulder. Sam on Tommy's side, getting schlatters hand halfway on his shoulder.

"You know what. I have an actual son, tubbo. However, I am aware that all of you don't really have a family, and you wanna know that, that isn't fair. I've seen how you three get along, and I can see the brotherly bond you all have. After tonight, I feel like maybe, just maybe, it's time to expand my family a little bit. So how about this. I'm your new dad. Even if it's not official, I can and will always be here for you. Like a father should. And I have no doubt in my mind after tonight that you will be like brothers to each other."

"...you know what, hell yes." Charlie said. "I am 100% in."

"Fuck yeah brother, I am so in." Sam said.

"So… what do you say tommy, are we your new family… dare I say your new SBI?"

Tommy looked at Schlatt, already knowing his answer.

"Absolutely. Let's fuckin do this."

Sam took Tommy into a headlock out of excitement. After he let go, and they all had their laugh and little celebration, they made their way back to their houses. The new family, ready to face whatever may come.

[yeahimaloser]

Demon Love

Incubus/demon!Hawks X introvert!reader

First, I wanted to say thanks to everyone who liked my first ever post on here, don’t worry I’m still working on part 2! Thank you all so much!!

Alright, because today is in fact Halloween I decided to do an Incubus/demon Hawks. Basically, Hawks was your only real friend, but he convinces you to go out on halloween to a random party, where Hawks tells you something important…

Ok so in this story there is mention of a party and I wanted to make it clear I do NOT condone going to a party in a pandemic. Please just pretend that covid doesn’t exist in this time line ok :)

Also I did upload this earlier but something went wrong with it so im re-posting it sorry!! like I said I low key new here.

Warnings: cursing, light angst, some fluff

Enjoy! 

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You didn’t really like people. Not all of them, but most were just so… annoying. Most days you just wanted to roll up into a ball and watch a bunch of anime. But, you were so lonely. So, it was a battle in yourself, you didn’t want to be lonely and yet you just didn't like people.

That's when Hawks came into your life. When you came home and saw a demon laying on your couch, you freaked out. But then you two got down to talking and he told you why he was here in your home.

“Well, to be completely honest I just got bored. And well, I thought someone who was so lonely, and yet craved human affection would be the perfect person to crash with.”

And so it began, to call your friendship weird would be an understatement. 

And yet, you both found comfort in each other. You would rant to him about people that pissed you off and talked about your favorite shows.

And he would tell you about how boring he found his life, how dumb he thought other demons were.

You two were not lonely anymore, you had eachother now.

One day, you two were just mindlessly watching anime and talking, when all of a sudden Hawks paused the show and turned to you.

“Hey, I heard about this human halloween party,” he looked at you with his stunning eyes. In fact, you would argue that every part of Hawks was stunning. His beautiful blond hair, his angelic wings, and even his demonic horns.

You gave him a questioning look, “ok?”

Hawks rubbed his neck, he never really said anything about you not having a tone of human friends. If he didn’t like it he sure as hell didn’t express it to you.

In fact, you thought he preferred it. He wasn’t needed or anything, but you got the sense he did enjoy your presence. 

If he didn’t then why would he stay up till 1 a.m with you as you both watched old anime re-runs and laughed so hard about random shit. 

For once in your life you allowed yourself to feel comfort in another person. Well, maybe not a person per say. But still, you deeply enjoyed Hawkses presence, so much so you found yourself falling in love with him.

In fact, you remembered exactly when you feel for him.

You weren’t having the best day, you came home exhausted and just totally drained. 

You walked through the door and Hawks immediately picked up on the fact that something was wrong with you.

So when you sat down he asked you about it, and you just burst into tears.

That was the first time he held you, you felt so safe in his arms. The sensation was like hugging a warm fire. He just felt so warm.

After you finally calmed down a little, Hawks tried to get you to talk to him. He made terrible jokes just to get your mind off it. He even offered to cook you dinner. 

But instead you just buried your face into his chest, not wanting to leave his warm embrace. He gently stroked your back, trying to soothe you. 

After so long of knowing Hawks, you realized you didn’t really know him that well. you looked up at him and finally asked, “Hawks, why did you really come here?” 

Hawks was taken aback by your question, which was understandable since the question came out of nowhere. But he relaxed with a sigh. Maybe it was because of how long and how hard you sobbed, but he seemed to pity you a little bit. Still holding you close, he said, “well, from where I’m from I’m actually the 2nd highest ranking demon. But I don’t know,  everything moved so slow for me. I mean, I wasn’t completely lying to you when I told you about how I was bored and wanted someone to talk to. But really, I don’t know I was just kinda… drawn to you.”

He smiled down at you, making you feel right at ease…

And then you feel for the stupid demon.

“Why are you bringing this up,” you asked defensively.

Hawks just gave you that stupid smile, that stupid, heart racing, beautiful smile. “I don’t know, I just thought it would be fun.”

You gave him a questioning look. To which he proceeded to boop your nose, “really, Halloween would probably be the only time I could ever go out into the human world with you.”

The bastard had a point. But still, you got a bad feeling…

“You promise you're not up to anything?”

He put his hand to his heart, “you have me word.”

You smiled at him, “ok yeah. Maybe this’ll be fun, ohhhh what should my costume be? Wait, how will we get in? Also, how did you find out about this party?”

He just gave you a silly laugh at your questions.

But little did you know, he was planning something.

And little did you know how sorry he was for it 

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You and Hawks went as demons.

Mostly because you at least wanted to be careful. But also because you two thought it would be fun.

And although it was, you did end up burning yourself with a hot glue gun trying to get the wings to look like Hawks’s. To which Hawks told you that he would finish the wings.

“You burned yourself!? Here give me that,” he snached the hot glue gun from you. Before you could tell him off he said, “demons can’t burn dummy. Now go finish up the rest of the custom. I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

That last statement made your heart race a little. 

You shook your head and tried to get back to work.

So yeah, here you two were, in a random party with people you don’t even now.

At first, you just clung to Hawks, not wanting to leave his side, too nervous to talk to anyone else. But Hawks seemed like a social butterfly with everyone around him. But you weren’t too shocked about that. The man just had a way of making everyone around him like his presence. 

But you? You just wanted to leave. The party was loud and so… so full of people.

“Come on dove, go out and meet some people.”

You looked at him quizzically, “Why would I? I have you dumby.”

And with that, you went off to get some punch and maybe some snacks.

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Hawks sighed, he really didn’t want to have to do this. But he knew this was the right thing, the right thing for the both of you.

As you went off to go get punch, Hawks turned around to leave.

He wanted to stay, he wanted to say goodbye, he wanted to hug you close to him one more time.

But he couldn’t. And he knew that.

But that didn’t mean he wasn't unbelievably sad to leave you.

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You couldn’t find him anywhere.

And now you were panicking. 

Did something happen to him? Was he hurt? No he was a demon, and he was the 2nd highest demon. He could take care of himself.

So then what? Where was he? Did you do something wrong?

Eventually you just left. In fact, you practically sprinted home. Maybe he was at home, maybe he just got tired and forgot to tell you. Yeah, that had to be it!

Just as you rounded a corner, you heard him, “What are you doing?”

You turned towards him, and gave him a relieved look, “Oh thank God, you had me scared for a sec-”

“I asked you a question,” he said, cutting you off.

It was then when you realized his expression. He looked down right pained, like something was hurting him.

“Hawks? Are you ok? I came looking for you,” now you were getting even more concerned.

He gritted his teeth, “Yeah, well I didn’t ask you too.”

You were taken aback, Hawks had never been mean to you ever. Even when you two argued, he never got this mean. 

He continued, “Seriously, just back off ok? Go and make really friends. I don’t want to be some fake friend to you.”

“What,” the hurt in your voice seems to pain Hawks even more. “Why are you doing this? You are my friend. What are you talking about? Did I… did I do something wrong?”

Hawks clenched his fists, “No, that's not-”

“Then why?!” the hurt in your voice even surprised you, “I thought we were so close I-”

But Hawks cut you off, not with his words but with his lips. He held your head, kissing you deeply. You were shocked by just how warm his lips were. It was almost like he lost himself in your lips, so when you made a muffled sound it seemed to bring him back to reality. 

He opened his eyes and pulled away, he could see how completely shocked you were.

He took a shaky breath, “I- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.”

You were still shocked but managed to speak, “what the Hell... you can’t just tell me you don’t want to be friends and THEN KISS ME!” now you were screaming. “MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND,” you screamed at him.

Hawks was taken aback, but held his ground, “I don't- I don’t want you to get hurt. I-I need to leave, but I didn’t want you to be lonely again. I want you to have someone. I want you to be happy”

Your anger soon boiled down to confusion. “What,” you asked him.

“I- I’m hurting you so much just by being here,” he paused for a second, “I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but I couldn’t help it! When I first came here, to this stupid world, It was out of per bordem. But then I found you and I guess I just fell in love! But I can’t be in love with you, it could never work. A demon and a human, please, don’t make me laugh. I would be putting you at so much risk. Ane even if we wanted to be together, I mean the odds are imposi-”

Now it was your time to kiss him. And as soon as you did? It was like he melted right into you. Holding you close to him as you combed your fingers through his hair. He hugged you closer to him as you did so. The sensation was damn near intocacting. When the two of you had stopped, you were both out of breath.

“I love you too,” you stated. Hawks looked up at you, eyes filled with shock. “And I don’t care, screw the odds, who gives a damn.” you smiled at him.

Hawks just laughed, “After my whole little speech that's what you took away from it?”

But you just smiled lovingly, “Sorry, I guess I just don’t give a damn.”

For a few seconds he didn't answer, but then he smiled, “Well if that's the case, then I’ll tell you my real name, It’s Keigo, Keigo Takami.”

You sighed, “Keigo huh,” you leaned in, your lips hovering softly over his, “I love it.” and you kissed your demon love.

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Is this cringy?? Probably, but I enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoyed reading It! 

Have a fun and SAFE Halloween!! <3