#thank you for your questions these have been fun to think of- im cooking more

[bara-izu]

A couple Keir asks :D

[melinoelliones]

After Hours | Meliodas X Fem Reader

You had just stumbled into the Boar Hat after hours, but I bet the bartender can fix you up a little something.

2.5K Words

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, filling up, masterbation, slight breath play, tears, praise

HI HI! Back with the smut hehe, sorry this was SUPER LATE. I hope the Meliodas lovers enjoy mwah mwah. I just wanna note that...

1. This is selfshippy, reader is a princess of Liones (not Elizabeth). Not beta read.

2. I tried to make sure it was similar to canon Meliodas but I think I may have slipped up a bit. I read it over in his voice so it’s not like SUPER off. We may interpret him differently.

3. I am a NEW WRITER so this may be written weird I APOLOGISE!!

SO ANYWAYS..... have fun

“SORRY GUYS THE BOAR HATS CLOSED, COME BACK TOMORROW”, a familiar voice called out from the bar, their back facing you as they continued polishing glasses.

You had just made your way over from your father, King Batra’s party he had thrown for the Sins as a thank you for another successful mission to protect Liones. Usually you’d just stay home in the palace with your sisters and the others or atleast until it was over, however Meliodas had decided to keep the Boar Hat open and stay there, so you thought, why not surprise him and keep him company?

You sneakily strolled through the tavern, taking a seat at the bar without a word. “I said the Boar Hat is clos~ ah well hello there beautiful” Meliodas gave you a smug grin, peering behind to see you sat across from him. 

“Space for one more?” you pouted, your puppy dog eyes were almost impossible for him to resist, “bars closed im afraid….. But I'm sure I can fix you up something real quick”, he caved, flashing you a quick wink before turning back to the alcohol.

Meliodas may have been a terrible cook, horrendous cook even but he could make a killer drink with absolutely anything, he also knew your taste palette particularly well and had yet to fail at coming up with a concoction you’d enjoy. And who could turn down a free drink?

You watched as the captain shook up up a drink for you, showing off along the way with a few bottle flips and tricks, “like what you see?” he joked as you rolled your eyes, attempting to hide your laughter. He was quite the show off sometimes but you adored every last second of it every time.

Placing a single kiss on the rim of the glass, the barkeep slid the dark coloured beverage in front of you. As you took a sip from the spot he kissed you hummed in glee, “oooo it's actually really good, maybe the best one so far”.

 “Aye, what kind of barkeep would I be if I couldn’t make my girl the perfect drink huh?” he shrugged, making his way out the bar over to the stools you were sat at.

As you continued to down your glass Meliodas quizzed you on your antics prior to coming over, you answered blindly, blissfully unaware that the man was now directly behind you, your back flush against his chest.

“I did miss you though, there was no chance that I’d stay in the palace till the end when I could come see you” you smiled sweetly to yourself, swirling the left over ice cubes. 

“Is that right, what did you miss about me hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, a wave of chills rushing through your body as you realised how close the guy now was to you. A pair of hands roamed freely across your chest, your tight fitted shirt making it easy for them to feel up every inch of it.

“I m~missed your erm jokes”

“Mmhmm what else?” he questioned, slithering one hand down from your chest to your lower stomach, lifting up your skirt in the process. Before you could muster up a response Meliodas ran his fingers along your slit before creating small circles on your clit, the friction from your underwear across it making you yearn for more. 

“Hey hey, I asked you a question didn’t I? What else did you miss about me tonight?” he teased, increasing the pressure on your sensitive clit as you cursed beneath your breath.

As you pondered for a second, Meliodas inched your newly damp underwear to the side, sliding your lips apart to reveal how wet you already were. “Well would you look at that” he smirked, using your own precum to ease two fingers into you, “you’re already drenched for me, I haven’t even started yet”. 

You yelped softly as he re-asked you the question that had completely slipped your mind, “Go on princess, you missed…..?”. 

” I~er missed your umm company?” you winced, lost for answers as he pushed his digits knuckles deep into your soaking cunt before curling them to find the sensitive patch. Your body naturally twitched as he found it, letting him know exactly what to pay attention to.

You melt into his touch, hips rocking into his fingers as he sped up, his palm pressing against your semi-swollen bud adding to the pleasure. 

The guy allowed his free hand to make work of your neglected breasts, skimming it under your form-fitted shirt as he kneaded your already hard nipples between his fingers, “Is that right? Did you miss this too? Me feeling you up?”. 

You could feel the blood rushing to your lower stomach as he focused on the growing spot inside of you, your hips rolling into his fingers, your moans soft but sloppy due to the overload of stimulation, “Meliodas p~please I-” 

“I know I know” he smirked, trailing a few small kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Hold your breath for me okay?”

Doing as told you took in a small breath, the barman deepened the curls of his fingers whilst the other hand twisted your nipples as you squirmed. You clung to your seat, the sound of him sliding in and out of you like music to his ears, “And out” he commanded.

The heat in your stomach was at its peak, you tried to steady your breathing as you could feel yourself reaching the end, “could ya hold your breath again love”. 

Taking in another breath you threw your head back against his chest “now cum for me, right here on this stool” he urged, scissoring his digits deeper inside you, his palm swiping against your clit harshly, your muffled whimpers and whines keeping him going. 

Your body twisted and turned in the stool as you came, coating his fingers completely as your thighs squeezed together around the guy's hand, yet he kept his pace allowing you to long out every second of your peak. Your chest tightened slightly as you remembered you were holding your breath, “You can breathe now my love” Meliodas chuckled.

Your breathless body fell back against him whilst you caught your breath, his warmth calming you down as he slid out his fingers, “well would you look at that, you did so well. Why dontcha clean these off for me too?” he asked, you could almost hear the smirk on his face as he showed you his fingers, they were almost dripping in your release.

In between breaths you rolled out your tongue, allowing him to slip them into your mouth, “that’s it” he cooed watching you suck yourself off them, your tongue weaving along them taking it all in before he pulled them away. He wanted to be the first to taste your sweet juices but you just looked too perfect with his fingers in your mouth.

You guys stayed as you were for what felt like a few minutes whilst you cooled off, he gave you nothing but sweet kisses before helping you off the bar stool. The alcohol conveniently started to take effect as you hit the ground, your cheeks burning up as you bent yourself over one of the tables in front of you.

Meliodas crept up behind you as you left your exposed ass in the air, your underwear completely doused and on display. You felt his clothed lower half meet yours, his needy cock poking through the layers of fabric separating you both. 

Trailing a hand up your trembling thigh he sniggered, “so was that all you missed? Or did you miss my cock in that pretty little cunt of yours hmm?”. 

You nodded, grinding back on it as he groaned, he needed to be in you so bad, fucking you sensless over this table, but he had to hold out. “I need you to say it, tell me what the princess wants” he huffed, feeling himself growing against your soiled underwear which was now seeping through his own pants.

“P~Please Meli I need you, please fuck me” 

“That's what I like to hear, such a needy princess” he cooed, taking in the sopping sight before him as he slipped your panties down to your ankles. “I’ll fill you up real good okay?” he reassured you whilst sliding down the band of his trousers, you watched as he freed his throbbing cock, biting your lip as you knew what was coming.

He may have been a small guy height wise but he wasn’t lacking in that area by any means, the girth alone always took you by surprise, wondering how your body always managed to accommodate such a thing.

Planting a firm hand on your hip he eased you back, gliding his cock along your slick folds before sliding the tip in. “F~fuck” was all he managed to get out as you inhaled sharply, clawing at the wooden table beneath you, the sheer size of him pushing out all the breath from your body.

“Cmon, you can take it” he assured you, pulling you back onto him, planting himself fully inside you, your walls slowly trying to adjust to it.

“Y~You’re so fucking tight, and so warm” he trembled as you conformed to his size.

You felt the barmans calloused hand travel up the curve of your back to your neck, then across to your jawline. With a slight tug he pulled your head, your needy eyes meeting his as your back arched completely. He placed a single peck on your forgotten lips before helping you back onto the table, “You’re doing so good for me”.

Setting his hands back onto your bare hips he pulled out almost completely before shoving himself back in, making sure to bottom out inside, “s~so big” was all you managed to choke out as he hit your sensitive spot with pure force.

He continued to drive himself in and out of your cunt, each motion being more intense than the last, making sure to hit your sweet spot every time. He knew you both wouldn’t last very long but he was determined to make the most of what y'all had. Hearing your little squeals each time he crashed into you making him crave your words. 

“I wanna hear your voice, I need to hear how good I make you feel” Meliodas panted continuing his strides, his balls swiping your swollen bud with each one, he wanted nothing more than for your moans to ring though the empty tavern. 

“Oh fuck, FUCK baby please, don’t stop” you desperately cried out as he spanked you, it was almost as if that brought your voice back. The sting adding to the intense wave of pain and pleasure swirling around inside your body, he felt so good but it hurt so bad. 

“That's what I wanna hear, cmon now, I wonder how the King would feel knowing that his daughter likes to be fucked like a common whore over a bar table by a little ole Bartender”

“Oh, did you like that? You like being called a whore while I fuck you like this, how unladylike” he grinned as he felt you close around him, so much so that he let out his own moan followed by a few curses. 

As you attempted to lift yourself off the table you caught a glimpse of your reflections in the fogged up window, a familiar dark purple mark drawing in your full attention. The man fucking you was no longer your sweet little barkeep, this was the Demon King's first son in all his glory. 

You now understood why he was being so vulgar and rough, it's not as if you didn’t love this but you were surprised that your neediness would result in him letting his demon side show.

“See what you do to me? I can’t even keep myself in human form” he sighed jokingly spanking you a second time, watching as a dark red hand mark slowly pulled itself to the surface of your ass whilst you let out all types of profanities.

You could feel you were at your limit, the scales were at a tipping point and you knew it would spill over any second. 

“Meli, I’m s~so close”, you choked out between strokes, your walls closing in on his piece as your body gave in.

“Go on, cum on this cock”

That was all the motivation you needed to hear, you felt Meliodas grab one side of the table as you came, your walls tightening causing a temporary halt to his movements, “that's it, paint my cock white”.

Meliodas longed out his thrusts to allow you to enjoy your orgasm, your pussy creaming around him coating his shaft completely. 

Before you had time to catch your breath Meliodas plunged into your sensitive core, your knees buckling ever so slightly trying to regain some strength, “cmon you can hold out for me”.

Tears trickled down your heated cheeks as the guy rutted into you mercilessly, all thoughts and words vanishing with each thrust leaving you a whining mess. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good” he grunted, giving you all the praise you deserved. 

Only you could treat him like this, the only one who ever made him feel this good, he was in a trance when in you.

His cock twitched inside of you as his grunts filled out the room, he was almost at his breaking point and you knew it. “I c~can’t Meliod-”, “uh uh uh, yes you can”, he hushed you, knowing your tired body would give way at some point.

After a few more clashes with your sweet spot he came, smearing your sore walls with his seed as you constricted around him once again, milking his cock clean into your aching cunt. 

The warm liquid was being plugged in by him before he lazily pulled out, “you took everything out of me, good girl”.

You panted as you felt both of your releases ooze out and down your inner thigh, Meli just stood back enjoying watching your body naturally push it out while fixing his pants. 

“F~Fuck you look so hot like that, maybe I should fill you up more often. Could be a bit risky though” he joked, using his forefingers to push it back into you.

Meliodas slipped you into his arms from the table, not letting you use any of the little energy you had left in you to move, leaving your underwear at the table's base. 

He watched as your tear stained cheeks hit his chest, your eyes struggling to stay open, but you did manage to notice that he was back to his regular self.

“S~Sorry about the mess” you yawned, knowing that everyone would be arriving back to the Boar Hat soon, “Don’t worry about that, let's just get you to bed”, he whispered, planting a simple kiss on your forehead.

 His only priority was you, and he knew as long as you were taken care of, everything was fine. He couldn’t care less about the others, so much so that he had failed to mention to you that he may or may not have seen a few sin shaped shadows on the other side of the tavern door moments before you came. But that story would be for another day.

[accio-victuuri]

5/16/24 LRLG post + interpretations ❤️💛💚

so it’s not enough that we’ve been struggling for the past days, they really put meaning to the saying of “when it rains it pours”. at least they let people sleep and then released this in the morning. it is an unusual posting time cause it’s usually evening or even late like 1:00 AM but not this early.

original link from the rumor house is here. i will omit some parts and just explain what happens but i tried to preserve the integrity of the post. all of this is fake. if i missed some cpn related to this, feel free to comment or just reblog and add on. enjoy ^^

XZ: "Do I have to buy the flowers myself? I can't spend hundreds of dollars."

WYB: “You don’t need to buy it and use it at home. The bottle is also pretty.”

XZ: 🙄

WYB: “Your skills are really top-notch now.”

XZ: "Why don't you try to be more yin and yang?"

WYB: "Well done. Well done."

XZ: “Don’t let me go if you don’t have any symptoms”

WYB: "You know if I have a fart or not, I'm so awesome."

XZ: "gun"

WYB: 😘

XZ: "There is also gas in the mouth"

WYB: 🙄

XZ: "Hey, your skills are also top-notch."

WYB: “I can’t compare to you, but practice makes perfect”

XZ: “It’s boring.

WYB: “Come and play”

XZ: "If you don't want to play, you won't come from xx"

👧: "Looking for me, I won't delay the fun of you two"

WYB: "Then shall we leave?"

👧: “I also know that practice makes perfect”

WYB: “Excuse me”

XZ: "Whose number should I use?"

WYB: "I'll log in for you

Yibo really be buying useless stuff again. lol. I can only imagine him scrolling through shopping apps in between takes and ordering everything. Thank you ZZ for being the voice of reason. LOL. and them complementing each other’s skills in gaming, even the log-in, we think is for the game. && how they are trolling each other talking about gas/fart, it’s so them 😂😂😂😂

the part about the kiss emoji makes us think that wyb kissed xz but then xz had to comment like that lol and be a gremlin 😂😂😂

i saw one guess that the bottle/vase he is talking about where you can put flowers may be a souvenir from abroad that wyb gave him

WYB: XZ believes in Buddhism and doesn’t believe in anything.”

XZ: “Watch me assist”

WYB: "You are not playing support role."

XZ: "Okay, I won't go even if you call me daddy."

WYB: “Don’t help, you still have to help”

No but seriously i will pay good money to watch them livestream a game lol. to those who are not familiar of why XZ was saying “call me daddy”, it’s a common quip among people. kinda like saying “im your father” cause i’m helping you and more superior than you— nothing kinky okay?

WYB: “Where did the cat come from?”

WYB: "Can I not hear it when it’s meowing at me? "

WYB: "What to record"

WYB: “So where did the cat come from?”

WYB: “Questioning you on behalf of 🌰🌰”

WYB: “Oh, great shooting”

people are thinking it’s this chonky cat that xz got attached to

and all of us are cackling at how wyb is “asking for 🌰🌰” because his dad is being a traitor and looking at other cats! 😤😤😤 yibo is so loyal to their daughter lol

WYB : super cold, i’ll eat a fried egg for you in awhile

WYB: look closely, i’m going to eat one for you (fried egg = sun that just appeared ☀️)

WYB: i ate it too early, it’s not fully cooked yet

WYB: sure, i’ll wait for you to eat a cooked one

i swear their conversations don’t make sense unless you have some background. cpfs are saying here that it means, wyb gave xz a fried egg ☀️ and then xz ate a cooked egg, the way he did it in that milan vlog

and like, if we are talking about a literal egg, that was featured as well in the Milan vlog 🍳 so could that be a bit for bobo? a literal easter egg? lol.

next part is bobo asking xz why doesn’t it look the same to him and how xz hasn’t responded to the group chat. and how he will call him later 📲

them having a gc is not even a secret but just 🥹🥹 that must be one hell of a group chat to be in.

WYB: “How was the restaurant you ate at last time? Let's go there when Zhan ge comes."

🧔‍♂️: "Their ribs are amazing, but the chops are not as good as they should be. Why don't we order one for you tonight and try it?"

i won’t include this part anymore but it’s a conversation between yibo and members of his staff about food and what to eat. i love how wyb is always thinking about xz when he sees something that is good to eat. feeding xz is really his love language. i’m cackling how they are conscious about the carbs to eat. planning what and where to eat with your loved one seems so simple but really special too. there were talks about fruits, which we know what xz is fond of eating in CQL BTS. ( sorry for the screenshot lol xiao zhan i love youuuu. you have no bad angle! )

there was also a part that wyb was telling them to buy blueberries and the staff is like: "Just tell me what you want to eat and I'll give you whatever you want" but yibo was all "Let's see what he wants to eat" 🥹🥹🥹 it all depends on XZ.

and then this scene in the wedgwood ad. which is most likely a coincidence. but still 👀

WYB: “Look at this big pot”

XZ: Saw it

WYB: "I won't let you try the dishes in advance."

XZ: "If you want to eat, just say so and don't take the blame."

👧: Boss Xiao, we have already eaten it.”

XZ: "Grateful and thankful"

WYB: "Why are you so happy?"

XZ: You guys are going to have another meal in two days.

WYB: ☺️☺️🤭☺️🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍

XZ: "Eat quickly and fight again when you get back."

WYB: “🫡Received”

XZ: "Idiot, hang up, bye"

WYB: "Bye"

with this fake rumor i feel so soft cause having a meal together is something they look forward to. i especially loved this comment from a cpf which u think perfectly explain why this romantic: But I especially understand how dad feels. . . When you are in a long-distance relationship, if you already have a date for your next meeting, you will really feel like you don’t want to taste the delicious food you want to eat with you before meeting! Just like "I want to share the surprise of the first bite with you" is the real thing. I only want to taste one-fifth of the taste. I want to wrap this little bit of deliciousness with the anticipation of seeing you soon. I want to see you soon. I have been stuffed to the brim these last few days, so that the day I see you I will explode with happiness!” 🥹🥹🥹

next part is wyb talking to a staff about eating and then this one, yibo! give your assistant a vacation! and well the boss is not taking a vacation too sooooo….

👧: “When can I take a vacation?”

WYB: "Anytime, if you have anything to do, just take a break."

👧: “Want to take a big vacation”

WYB: “It’s early then”

👧: “This year’s Qingming Festival and May Day are all in vain”

WYB: "Have arrangements been made for May Day?"

and the final part of the rumor contribution:

WYB: "Where"

WYB: “Okay, be safe.”

WYB: "I don't have time to ask you to keep the fake house.

WYB: "good"

-END

[celestialprincesse]

YES!! YEY!!

so yk how like nerd!readers usually have collections? yes, collections. i have obsessions over a lot of things. im a "nerd" for dinos, coffee, dark romance books, cats, bla bla. yes. im a handful. hah.

then how they usually dont sleep. how I usually dont sleep lmao. then he comes home to reader studying or completing work, thesis, reports you name it. or maybe back to reader just waiting for him with those almost dead,baggy eyes. like "oh hey, fuck im sleepy". oh my ive been there. had my friend coming over and she saw me flopped on the floor, papers everywhere, highlighter in mouth while my empty coffee mug had crunched papers haha. also, 3 days of thesis(s)

then reader binges a lot. on books, series, documentaries, anything that keeps them away from being loneliness. i love crime and history oh hell yes. usually watch them war docus haha. then the crime ones are addicting. or for fun, id watch cooking shows, thanks to that habit, im a pro chef (lol) im an ambivert, thus, yes i can socialise. i had my housemate come with me shopping. she's a pilot so she's rarely home. she followed me to the mall, nearby cafe's, some local shops and i was saying high to all the shopkeepers. she was like, "you know everyone?" "yep, get pretty lonely :D" yea..i could imagine Simon just watching in confusion haha. i have..adopted 2 cats to keep me entertained...sorry Simon :D

hehe, i have more but this is all for now love! <333 i wanna know how it is on your side :DD

Honestly, it's pretty much the same for me. I'm big on collecting things too, mostly books and jewellery and the occasional kitschy antique I stumble upon at my local thrift. I also sleep a lot (but always at weird times) because my brain keeps me up at night whirring about the most random nonsensical things.

I like to think that Simon sort of takes charge of he and nerdy!readers relationship when they're working on a big research project because they just entirely forget how to function. I'm talking hoisting them over his shoulder to get to bed, plugging in their laptop so it's fully charged in the morning. He asks them questions about their interests just so that he gets the opportunity to shove a granola bar or some berries into their open mouth, otherwise they'll get so focussed they forget to eat. He'll drag them to the gym or on a walk with him just so that they can get some fresh air and exercise, because sitting at a desk for all hours of the day for weeks isn't healthy, despite how much they try and convince him it is.

Honestly? I also think that Simon would be super pro his partner getting a pet. He's down to do basically anything that will give them a break from freaking out over their studies, and he'd really like them to have some company when he's away on deployment, so at least if they don't leave the house, they won't be entirely alone.

[komohine]

hello oh my gyad you’re my favourite artist EVER. I love the warm tones of your drawings and the way you draw keith and james is so so pretty (you have 100% converted me to be a jaither) like seriously keith is gorgeous and the outfits you draw him in are ethereal. I have many questions ive been brewing for a little bit and you don’t have to answer all of them but feel free idunoo👍👍👍

1. in the college au, does keith have his cheek scar? if so, how did he get it?

2. what is james’ and keith’s favourite thing to do with each other in free time? in every and any au you have

3. how does wearing clothes bode for james in the android au? does every tiny string get caught between the metal or does he just not wear a shirt half the time? or the third more sinister option, fabric just doesn’t catch in the plating at all

4. what colour are keith’s eyes.

5. does james play any sports/instruments like every freakish extracurricular absent parent having kid ever?

6. thoughts on the keith neurodivergent headcannon?

7. would james ever introduce keith to his family? or is he no contact/they wouldn’t care?

8. do you headcanon keith with any galra features? if so, what are they?

9. favourite food and colour headcanons for the both of them?

10. do you think keith would have any piercings?

+ a singular drawing request, soggy keith (thankyu for reading c:)

Hello i love you guys take notes from this anon please ask more questions like this i wish tumblr allowed me to answer a question more than once but PLEASE ASK HUGE QUESTIONS LIKE THIS I LOVE YAPPING ‼️😄 I LOVE YAPPING ‼️😄

Also THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMEBTS HEEHEE 🙏 i try my very best to deliver fire content 🫡 which is why i havent posted a finished piece in a while… im cooking… 😈 also its way too late for me rn to get out of bed and draw so i will reblog this with soggy keith… sometime later…

Beware a huge freaking wall of text… but id appreciate it so much if anyone reads and responds to my headcanons and adds on 😄

1) TW: ASSAULT. i was debating this, and i think yes but its much smaller than the one he has in canon. He gets it in roughly the same way, an altercation with kuron (evil shiro, except kuron is just a major asshole who isn’t related to shiro but tries to take his place through manipulation. Keith (and everyone except james actually) fell for it). Keith eventually confronted kuron outside a bar after repeated attempts to get closer with keith during their night out and kuron got pissed and pulled a knife. Fortunately keith is also an mma legend and wiped kurons ass but he got a pretty bad cut on his cheek. James made sure everyone knew about what kuron did (james is hella connected because of his parents wealth and also bcs he was trained for a while to inherit his parents company. Also, James is an incredibly smooth talker and can convince anyone of anything. So kuron pretty much has zero chance at a job in the future cause he got blacklisted from everywhere lol). This is me painting sheith as the weird freaky violently uncomfortable shit it actually is lol 😄

2) canon compliant: literally anything that isn’t high risk and stressful. Cooking, reading, sitting on the couch watching bad horror movies and shouting out plot predictions and then laughing when they’re right. Because theyve had too much drama in their life. They really appreciate the times when they can wind down. Playing fetch with kosmo is also fun, because yk teleporting wolf, so they need to get creative to get kosmo to exercise.

College AU: similar, chill things. But because of james’ absolutely insane schedule and keith’s investigative work about his father’s unusual death, they don’t really get much time together outside of studying together, lunch dates (james always makes time for lunch. Well he tries, but he has notoriously bad scheduling luck so he’ll end up with back to back classes from 8 am to 9 pm, no lunch break, or random 2 hour gaps where he needs to go off campus to a diff location for his next class so he cant acc spend those 2 hours relaxing its just him fighting downtown phoenix traffic), etc. but they’re both pretty outdoorsy, so both him and keith like going camping when they can. Its a nice break for the both of them. Also james made keith run a marathon with him once. Keith barely survived, snd slept for 18 hours after, but it was fun! In return keith dragged james to his mma gym and tried to get him to do a kick (because james is one hell of a sprinter. He has sprinter legs. That should theoretically translate super well into an insanely strong kick) but james was too nervous. every time he stepped in the ring he’d just stand there awkwardly and not move. He did send one of those punching bags flying with a kick though after he worked up the confidence (keith was right!)

Android au: uhhh kind of not applicable i fear. I cannot say why. But sometimes james lets keith clean his gun. When things get rough, he’ll let keith fix him up if there’s anything broken.

3) lowkey the sinister third option. Maybe they have some special super tightly knit fabric that’s impossible to catch on things. But also, the androids are designed pretty well, and are surprisingly devoid of super snaggy edges

4) violet. In human au, black, but im a firm believer of him having dark eyes that shine a dusty violet when the light hits them just right

5) canon compliant: TRUMPET AHHAH HES A TRUMPET PRODIGY no actually it makes me a little mad just how good he probably is at trumpet. Like gorgeous, bright tone. Huge dynamic range and lung capacity. Im so mad. Probably also piano. And fencing. He is also extremely good at sabre fencing. And i was saving this hc for later but wtv ill just repeat it: james was the one who taught keith how to wield a sword because i refuse to believe keith picked up his bayard and it formed into a sword just because. No man, its because james would beg keith to practice fencing with him and keith would finally relent and james would teach him pretty much all he knows. And keith remembered those lessons.

College au: track and field. Specifically, sprinting. James is acc so good at sprinting that he went to the olympics twice and won silver in the 200m the first time, and gold in the 100m the second time (lets pretend youssef flash (usain bolt counterpart) stayed home that year for whatever reason). And also ballroom dancing! Like waltzes and shit. Hes such a loser. And probably piano and trumpet too but they’re not so important lore wise.

6) YEEESSSS i also believe in james being neurodivergent in some way. No neurotypical man likes finance that much (my personal headcanon. Also in college au he does high level 1000 page math workbooks for fun.)

7) canon compliant: i havent thought that much abt james’ family in the canon universe. Tbh theyre probably all dead (hence why he reacted so harshly to hunk in that one scene) by the time he and keith get together officially so there’s not much he can do. He’d take keith to his sisters grave just to tell her the news (his older sister was the only person in his family of like 7 that gave a fuck abt him). During their garrison days, he probably never mentioned keith as a way of protecting him from his family.

College au: yes! He tried! Unfortunately his homophobic republican christian parents did not appreciate it. James really introduced keith as a last olive branch because he was alr so close to cutting them off, but their reactions were so bad he lost his temper in public (never before seen) and stormed out halfway through their planned lunch dragging keith by the wrist. And then he cut them off.

8) me personally no. If im being so fr every time i see galra feature Keith it always comes across as infantilizing in some way? 😭 like “ooo kitty ear keith!” somehow you are infantilizing both asians AND a completely made up race guys. The only real feature is maybe his funny coloured eyes? But galra eyes are yellow so uhhh… but i think internally there’s a lot more galra presentation. Like his heat/sickness tolerance, sleep cycle, endurance, etc.

9) i havent really thought of this, i have colours I personally associate with them but hmmm. (Canon compliant, but probably applies to all of my aus) Keith’s favourite colour? I dont think he would really have one specific one but he might list off some colour combos he thinks looks nice. Like red and black. Hes also not super picky, but he really misses his dad’s halo halo. James is too depressed to have a favourite colour. And he likes anything that is a painful experience while consuming. Like very strong and bitter black coffee, straight everclear, your most acrid cigarettes. Because he hates himself.

10) in my college au he has a snake bite! Only one though, on his right (our left) side. Also he has his lobes pierced. I dont think he’d have anything in canon compliant, just bcs his hair is already pushing the garrison guidelines and i dont think they’d let him pierce anything. Maybe earlobes, but thats it. Same goes for android au.

[mossmotif]

MORE THAN LIVING

✿ ao3 ✿ 

geto suguru/reader

summary: A year of retirement from being a jujutsu sorcerer finally pushes you to call someone you willed yourself to leave behind. Groceries are bought, a meal is shared, teeth are bared inches from skin, and hands are held back from tearing apart. Reunions have never been either of your strong suits.

tags: Mentioned Gojo Satoru, Mentioned Ieiri Shoko, Mentioned Nanami Kento, Mentioned Haibara Yu, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Codependency, Pining, but make it gross and a little scary, Past Relationship(s), Complicated Relationships, blood and teeth and love

notes: hello! thank you for reading. this one took some time but im liking it lots. suguru is so fun to write for, ive really liked exploring him so far. always feel free to leave any questions or comments, they always make me happy!

Resigning from jujutsu society is easy enough to have you second-guessing yourself. It frightens you a little, how easy the process is; you almost turn to the nearest suit to ask if this is really allowed. 

Sign here, don’t forget to perform an exit interview tomorrow afternoon, and make sure to resubmit all the cursed tools you may have checked out of the armoury; negligence to do so will be considered a severe infraction. Remember that you can always come back to us.

In the span of a day, you quietly retire at the age of twenty. The first thing you do is your laundry. The dried blood washes out nicely enough; you throw away the uniform all the same.

Retired life is easy. You eat, you drink, and you try to live. Maybe you dream about killing. You rise out of bed every morning without sparing a glance at your hands until you’ve reached the bathroom and thoroughly scrubbed them in the sink. It makes you remember him as a clean slate, something you never touched. 

It really is no use, you think of him all the same, but tradition only dies with someone.

A year into this and you still manage to forget to go grocery shopping at the end of each month. You’ve once more run out of money for takeout and the fridge has been empty for two weeks. All that sits inside are bottles of your favorite drink and the brand of candy Satoru handed you the night you retired. It was his favorite so naturally he thought it was your favorite too. 

The candy is too sweet and too waxy, but you shove it down for breakfast before starting your day. The bag is empty before you know it, light enough in your hand to be blown away with a breath. You lick at the sugar stuck to your lips before trading the empty bag for your phone.

This should feel like a horrible idea, but your hands all too eagerly wrap around the frame of your phone, the pads of your finger pressing into the screen like they were meant to leave marks on skin. You pretend you aren’t sure what it is about this morning that has you wanting to hear his voice. 

The ring only echoes once. 

“Suguru,” you greet familiarly. He had always said your voice came out scratchy over the phone, arguing with you for years about getting a new one because he never heard you clearly when you delivered information about missions. You argued that it was just the way he chose to hear you. Eventually, you both settled on messaging each other instead. You wonder if you sound any different now, if he’s even searching for that sort of thing after so long. 

He says your name back. So neutral that it's polite, so detached from himself that you’re starting to think he might be back to normal. Your mind flashes to the night of your retirement, the awkward shapes of his hands, and how they’d tried to bite into the fat of your arms: desperate. It feels important to remember that you couldn’t completely decipher him in your last moments.

It’s been a year since then.

“Come shopping with me,” you propose. “I’ll cook for you.”

You never cooked much in your life, things never exactly called for that sort of thing. Though, Haibara would always praise you for your simple meals. The two of you had picked up the nasty habit of heading to bed too late, often caught in meaningless conversations in the kitchen.

Suguru has never had any of your cooking before, always so polite to refuse.

“Is retired life really that lonely so soon?” he asks.

“You sound like Satoru,” you note, more to yourself than anything, but you’re aware of how it will irk him.

“It was just a simple question.” An unkind one, but he chooses not to mention that part when he pauses and lets a silence hang in the static. “I can find some time to come along, but there’s no need to cook for me.”

To anyone, it would seem like he’s saying it to be kind, but, deep down, he says it so that he can get away from you more quickly. The idea of him sharing a meal with you sticks to the front of your mind all the same.

You pick at the leftover candy stuck between your teeth with your tongue and swallow the leftover pieces away. “Ok,” you say. “I’ll send my address.”

“Alright,” he bids simply. Then, almost as a calculated afterthought, “See you.”

“See you.”

You hang up and maybe that’s finally living. 

The pants you decide on wearing tend to drag along the floor even after you cuff them. They’re well-loved because you take good care of them. There’s a stain on the left side of the waistband, a mended hole in one of the pockets, and the fabric is soft enough to want to drown in. They weren’t always yours, it’s what makes them even better. 

The sky is gray tonight and matches the color of Suguru’s loose shirt well. You bite down the urge to tell him he looks good, and that the two of you are matching. It would have been easier over the phone, with him not being able to hear your voice as much as your own. He could mistake you as a stranger and start all over again instead of seeing something so rundown and full and yet completely barren. 

“The supermarket’s only open for another hour, let’s be quick and not inconvenience the workers.” Suguru walks through the automatic doors and is immediately illuminated by the fluorescent lights. The bags under his eyes are highlighted enough to seem like they were painted on. The suggestion is more of his polite code: Let’s make this quick so we can head back to our separate lives.

Because how wrong of you was it to have called him after an entire year of no contact? How wrong was it to want to have the weight of his arm against yours while you both stared at different kinds of produce you aren’t able to afford? You wanted to see him again. You want to ask why he looks so tired, why he keeps looking down at your shoes and not at your eyes.

Why is it that ever since leaving all you have been able to do properly is reminisce? You must have forgotten how to make anything new of yourself, how to hold anything softly.  

“Hey.” You find Suguru in the candy aisle. He’s staring at the same brand of candy you grabbed out of your fridge this morning. “I’m ready to leave. You done?”

Despite your words, he doesn’t move, and you only walk to stare at the rows with him. It’s colorful, full of bright cyans, electric yellows, and eye-straining magentas. It’s almost funny, the way the two of you look so dull in comparison; the gray of his shirt and the black of your sweats are bland in comparison. 

Your arm extends against your will, grabbing a random brand and unceremoniously chucking it into your own hand-held basket. You then reach again to pick Satoru’s favorite flavor and gently place it into Suguru’s. 

If he looks at you any differently, you miss it completely while turning toward the cashier. 

Suguru must forget about not accompanying you back to your apartment. The way he extends his hand out for you to offer him the keys is natural and fluid.

He had carried your grocery bags along with his own the entire walk back, silent, only looking back at you when he was unsure of where to go. The only words out of you were directions, niceties, and asking if he’s sure about carrying all those bags for so long feels out of place. You’ve seen him lift heavier with just one finger. 

The sound of the door closing should shift something in the atmosphere, it should make things feel heavier. The sound of it locking should have you wondering why this man is in your house, why this stranger has invited himself in. You catch his eye as you're slipping off your shoes. He’s in your kitchen, organizing things like he belongs there, like this is his hundredth time visiting instead of his first. Your grocery bags are already separated from his and halfway into the fridge. Your shared look is just that: shared, nothing else, and nothing more. 

The two of you fall into preparing a meal without noticing. 

Your rice cooker is ancient and covered in stickers that have no coherent theme. What looks like hundreds of awful renditions of cartoon characters you no longer recognize and fading “THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING WITH US!” labels cover the appliance like armor. It makes it look even more aged. You push down the itch to scratch away at them, telling yourself you don’t want to deal with all that leftover sticky residue. But really, you just like to remember who placed them there.

The cloudy water of the washed rice pours out into the sink loudly. You hear Suguru cutting something but don’t remember giving him a knife or a cutting board. He must have found them on his own. The both of you move around each other like second nature.

He’s cutting the sausage he bought into small slices. They look like red blood cells. 

“Planning on cooking those?” It’s the first thing you say after what feels like hours.

  “You never ate them raw,” he recalls. He’s right. You find a pan for him and place it on the small stove. But before he can turn anything on you stop him. 

“The smell. It’ll get in your hair,” you caution. Have you been speaking in whispers this entire time?

Suguru only brushes his bangs aside, not looking at you as he slides the cut-up meat into the pan and lets the stove warm. “I’ll just shower after. You have one, don’t you?”

You’re struck dumb for only a second; the eggs you’re whisking are beginning to foam up from your non-stop whisking. “Ok then.” Your voice comes out a little flat.

The both of you end up with bowls of food and on the couch. Rice and eggs and cut sausage. It reminds you of being in school. Your tiny television feels like a much-needed buffer, there's a movie playing that you two have watched at least ten times already. You put it on purposefully because it leaves room to talk. 

When your bowl is half empty, Suguru finally picks up the conversation by the arms and drags it from one grave to another. It distracts you from the fact that he’s hardly touched his own food. 

“The apartment suits you,” he compliments. 

“Does it?” It’s rhetorical, but you know he’ll give half of an elaboration. 

He hums, makes a point of looking around and then at you. “It's nice.”

“I am nice,” you agree.

“A little selfish, too,” he adds bluntly. “But yes, nice.”

And there’s that word. Selfish. After years of the word lingering at the edge of your tongue, he ripped it away from you in a breath, like it was never yours. 

“That’s alright. I like the sound of both.” You set your half finished bowl of food on the coffee table, next to the old bag of candy you completely forgot to trash this morning.

You look at him. His expression is back on the screen. He’s glowing and you’re trying to remember how to look at him normally, not like he’s just dropped from the sky and offered you a ride home.

“Is that why you think I left, because I’m selfish?” you ask. The taste of that candy sticks into the roof of your mouth. 

He stirs, still not looking at you. When he speaks you barely hear any of the sound or dialogue playing on your TV. “I think leaving was the best way for you to forget.”

“No,” you correct. The tremor in your voice finally has him turning. The left side of his face is lit up by a scene you have memorized. The protagonist is on the verge of tears as she is forced to choose between love and power. The people around her are yelling about which one they want her to choose. The coloring of the terrain she is stuck in splashes across Suguru’s face like paint. You can make out the trees and the sky on his skin, the blood on the protagonist’s hands stands out the most on his cheeks. She will choose love, and it might kill people. 

“Selfishness had something to do with it, but I never wanted to forget anyone.” You look at him, pushing him to look back before confessing. “I never wanted to forget what you were before me.”

You remember countless late nights and even earlier mornings, the way your hands felt after a difficult day, Satoru making you laugh so unexpectedly that you coughed up blood, Suguru handing you a tide pen to get the mess off your uniform sleeves. You remember the streamers that were hung up when Haibara and Nanami were introduced as first years, the confetti you had to pick out of Shoko’s hair.

You burned your bloodied uniform the first day you left but kept the buttons. You kept all the clothes Suguru let you borrow and you pretended to forget to give them back. An old digital camera sits on your bedside table, filled with photos of Suguru and the mundane. Of him simply walking ahead of you, having a conversation with someone else, of his wrists, his eyes, of him smiling, of him sleeping: just him. Maybe that’s when your hands started to itch a little more; could anyone blame you for wanting to reimagine the circumstances a little?

The sewn initials of Suguru’s name scratch at your ankle, the pants had become uncuffed since the walk back from the grocery store. The tag is branded into the fabric forever, having survived multiple wash cycles at your laundromat. Moving to tuck your legs beneath your weight, you swiftly cuff them again and watch him catch the movement. He hadn’t been staring at your shoes. Before he turns his head, you catch him biting his lip with enough force to draw blood.

Hypocrites, both of you.  

Your eyes swerve back to the bag of candy, crumpled and a husk of what it used to be. You ravaged it after a year of letting it sit in your fridge, after a year of only remembering. You wish Suguru could have seen you do it. Maybe you did kill something today. Would a softer love be easier to reject?

When he gets up from his seat, it startles you. He takes both bowls to the kitchen. The realness of his body has you somewhat hyperaware, too mindful of the fact that he’s no longer a picture at the top of your desk drawer. You watch him like a movie, afraid of missing a detail and wishing so terribly that you could reach out to him like it was nothing; lunge out just to keep him in your hands. The faucet turns on and it nearly sounds like the beginning of an abstract soundtrack, like someone behind the scenes finally realized that only hearing your voices amongst the silence of the room was too overwhelming. 

“You sounded different on the phone.” He speaks over the white noise of the running water. If you didn’t know any better you might have missed the way he masked his voice. It’s almost funny; nostalgia always seemed like something too juvenile for him to entertain. Mature Suguru: you’ll never catch him looking back at the camera when he’s walking away. 

“What was different?” you ask, basked in a suspense that has you reeling.

The faucet cuts and you see Suguru’s shoulders tense up over the sink. His palms dig into the metal, and you can’t see it, but you imagine he’s gripping the edge of the counter tightly enough to leave a brand, heated with his youth.

Then his shoulders drop, you aren’t sure where his energy goes, if he’s just pushed it somewhere else or if it expelled from him in a way you couldn’t see. He moves back to the couch, back to you. You twist your body then, meeting him halfway, your ribs digging into the hard back of your cheap furniture. You feel like a siren calling him out to sea, except what you’re offering isn’t anywhere near as pretty, and he actually might be drowning without your help.

His hands, large and wet, cup around your damp cheeks. His thumb brushes at something underneath your eye and things are more right than they are wrong, not perfect, but right. 

“You sounded like you missed me,” he says finally. His head is bowed, inches from your own and you can sense the sincerity on his lips, the subtle catch in his breath before his eyes squeeze shut and he continues. “Apologize.”

“For what?” you whisper, not challenging, simply begging for a chance to do it perfectly. 

He finally looks at you dead on, the color of his eyes going dark with the rest of the room: they’re infested with you. 

“For a while, it really did feel like I had everything figured out,” he says instead. His thumb doesn’t stop its insistent caress, his hands have begun to dry onto your skin. “If you had called sooner, I might have thought of you less.”

Your ribs hurt, a dull pain that you’re sure has made your chest red. And Suguru, his neck must hurt from bending down this low. All of this is very taxing. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. 

“Don’t,” he chokes out, even though he had just told you the opposite. His forehead collides with your own and your noses brush against each other. His eyes glide, pulled by a gravity you know too well, and land on your lips. His hands have cupped over your ears and tangled in your hair. 

Suguru kisses you like he’s starved and you kiss back. He drags your bottom lip through his teeth, something you’d only seen in movies. Things are wrong, things are right, and things aren’t perfect; you’re afraid your hands have been drenched in blood, a permanent splatter of paint. They’re hidden underneath your own weight, trapped, held back until Suguru’s hand leaves your face and melts into the curve of your neck; he drags you impossibly closer, enough to have you nearly falling. 

“Your hands,” he demands softly, almost dazed. “Hold onto me.”

But you feel just as drunk, so what comes out of your mouth is protest, completely contradictory of your body throwing itself onto him and letting him lift you over the wall of the couch and onto your feet. He kisses you while you’re up in the air, while you’re half in the middle of your sentence, while your hands wrap around his neck for support and squeeze. All of it’s engulfing enough to have you spinning at the thought of his strength. You never used to think of it much. 

“I think I might be killing you,” you warn him deliriously, once he leaves enough room for you to breathe. 

You think he might have not heard you if not for the look you catch on his face. Suddenly— alarmingly—it becomes so full of love that it feels like you’re being devoured whole. You don’t know how you’ve missed this starved expression for so long. It matches the intent of your hands: both are guilty, both are lovers, and both are a little violent. 

“Yeah,” he replies hoarsely. He says it plainly, like you’ve just told him the weather, like you’re not obviously holding back from touching him again.

“Yeah?” you echo, a little more than mocking at his answer.

“Yes,” he replies more formally. His face pulls away from yours, and all his bending makes you forget how tall he really is. He grips your arms and puts some distance between the two of you, it feels like miles. There’s that bite in his hands again, awkward, too wretched for even him to hold onto on his own. “I don’t want to stop,” he declares. His grip tightens, a comforting gnaw, and he bends down to ghost your lips; Suguru swallows your breath of surprise like it might be his last meal on this Earth.

And maybe you need him because the two of you are able to kill and be killed a little more easily than most. Maybe you need him because he remembers how you like things cooked and answers all your calls. Maybe you need him because that’s a simpler part of living. 

[justmeinadaze]

We're a Family Part 4 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Sorry this took me awhile. I've been so obsessed with I'm in Control I hadn't really had any ideas for these 3. But alas...I bear you this. <3

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!), as we know by now reader is pregnant but it's still early. Reader mentions missing her dad <3, smut of course (because Im always horny for these two).

Word Count: 3335

“Oh ma god.” Your sister danced around excitedly with the ultrasound in her hand. “I’m going to be aunt.”

“Hey!”, Dylan pouts from his place near the hood of her car.

“You know what I mean!” Kierra grins at him before hug tackling you. 

“Yeah, you’re not going to be anything if you blow up”, Eddie cleans his hands as he turns around. “Kierra, how long has it been since you did any kind of maintenance on this car?”

“Define ‘maintenance’.”

He laughs as he sighs. “I can get it running but you may really want to consider looking into getting a new mode of transportation.”

“Hey Kierra.” Steve greets your sister as he exits the house. “Hey, should you be that close to the car when your pregnant?” A small smile paints your face as your sibling giggles. “I mean with all the fumes and stuff.”

“Yeah, usually I would make fun of him to but with this vehicle threatening to send us to all to hell…” Dylan covers his mouth as he laughs at Eddie’s comment. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just be careful.” He places a quick peck on your lips as he runs to his car.

“Is he off to work?”, Kierra asks.

“No, he’s been spending every Wednesday with Robin. I think it helps clear his head with everything going on.”

“Speaking of everything, I haven’t heard anything from douchebag. No rumors of court dates or anything like that.”

“Eh, let’s take one stressful situation at a time.” You smile at her as the engine roars to life.

“Ah, Mr. Munson, you are my hero!”

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“Eddie! Baby! Get down here!”, Steve hollered from downstairs. 

“Jesus, dad. We’re coming!”, Eddie playfully whines as he stomps down the stairs. 

“Here you go little dude.” 

“Thank you, Steve.”

You and Eddie freeze in the kitchen doorway as you look around. Steve had made a pretty complex dinner that smelled amazing. He had set the table that your son was currently sitting at with a huge grin on his face. Now it wasn’t uncommon for him to cook or make dinner but usually it was something quick that you could throw in the oven or took at most ten minutes to prepare. He had clearly put in a lot of effort with this meal. 

“Ok, I think he may have upped his game and is now kidnapping us both. If the food tastes sour or like it’s been poisoned spit it out.”, the metalhead whispers loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Calm down. I just wanted to do something nice especially after being a jerk a couple of weeks ago. Baby, I know you’ve been craving pasta so,” he gestures towards the table.

“I really have. It was the same with weirdo.” You point at Dylan as you take a seat. “That and Neapolitan ice cream. I’m not sure why but all the flavors mixed together just hit right.”

You four enjoy your dinner with your son asking a lot more questions about what you were like when you were pregnant with him and how he was when he was baby. After a while he asked if he could watch tv before running into the living room. 

“Steve, thank you for this. It was delicious.” He smiles at your compliment, reaching over to intertwine your fingers with his. 

“So, what’s going on, bud?”, Eddie asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve known you for a long time and while I do think this was an apology dinner…I also think you want to talk about something.”

Steve’s brown eyes meet yours as you nod, agreeing with the metalhead. “I didn’t want to push you. I figured you’d bring it up later when we were upstairs.”

“Can’t hide anything from either of you.”, he chuckles. “Okay, yeah, I’ve been keeping something a secret but I want to talk about it now.” Your thumb caresses his skin, comforting him. “I haven’t been hanging out with Robin every Wednesday. I’ve actually been going to a therapist in town.”

“Huh. That explains some things.” Eddie leans back in his chair, waiting for the other man to continue. 

“I don’t like the way I lashed out at both of you but especially you, Y/N. I promised you before we moved, you’d never have to worry about me making you feel unappreciated or worthless. You deserve better. You, Eds, Dylan, and that baby. I want to be better.”

“Honey, I’m proud of you for doing that. I don’t blame you for the way you reacted—”

“I do. It was unfair of me to put that all on you. And Eddie, I regret everything I said to you. I know I panicked but that’s no excuse.”

“I forgive you, man. The news shook us all. I’d be lying if I didn’t say there is a part of me that’s afraid I’ll fuck up and become my dad to but Wayne said that Y/N would sooner kill me then let that happen.”

“I mean, he’s not wrong.”, you laugh. “Steve, why didn’t you tell us when you started going?”

“I don’t know. I think I just wanted to test it out first and see if it would even do any good. Plus, I didn’t want you two to worry.”

“Why are you telling us now?”

“She suggested I should. I told her I wanted to make this apology dinner and she thought it would be the perfect opportunity to tell you I had been coming to see her.”

“I’m proud of you to, man.” Eddie gets up grabbing your plate along with his and takes it to the sink. 

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Steve sits along the edge of the porcelain tub in his boxers with his legs on either side behind you. His fingers glide under your chin and tenderly tip your head back. You sigh when you feel the warm water run down your hair. The sound of the plastic cup echoes through the bathroom as he places it to the side and reaches for your shampoo. Your eyes flutter closed as his hands firmly but gently massage the product into your scalp. 

Eddie leans against the other side across from you, a small smile on his lips as he watches your face. “So, when am I supposed to start rubbing your feet and all that.”

“Over a year ago when we started dating.”, you giggle as you lean back and kiss the other man’s knee. “That feels really good, Steve.”

“I saw it in a movie once a long time ago in school. Always wanted to try it.”

“I don’t remember us watching a movie like that in school.”

“Oh well you see, Eds, you would have actually had to show up.” Steve chuckles as Eddie splashes water at him. 

As the other boy reaches for the cup, he glances towards his friend and realizes he’s making an odd face towards you. Their eyes meet and the metalhead gestures with them at your face. Steve’s fingers tip your head back again just intime to see you blink back into reality. 

“Where did you go just then, honey?”

“Nowhere. I was just thinking.”

“About?”, Eddie asks.

“No, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal.” You smile as the fingers under your chin dip you further back so Steve can place a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Tell us, baby. Please.”

You let out a small sigh as he releases you and continues washing the shampoo out of your hair. “Have, um, have you two told anyone yet?”

The hands behind you stop for a moment before continuing their task. 

“I told Robin. I’d be lying if I said I know how to tell my parents.”

“I called Wayne after… after Harrington walked out that day. He’s excited.”, Eddie laughs. “He’s the only one I wanted to tell, honestly.”

Steve stands up and slides off his underwear before climbing into the tub, wrapping his arms around you. 

“What’s going on, baby?”, he whispers.

“I just… I want to tell my mom but…I know she doesn’t agree which makes me miss my dad…which…” You feel the tears threaten to fall as you force them back. 

Eddie leans forward and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know it’s not the same but you know you always have us, Dylan, your sister, Wayne, Robin…fucking so many people that are here and behind you on this. You’re not alone.”

You breathily laugh as you lay back against Steve’s chest. “Thank you for saying that. I think it’s just…the hormones making me feel things.” 

“Are they making you feel anything else?” Eddie’s eyes shimmered with mischief. 

“Eddie, what ever could you mean?” He chuckled at your sarcasm, guiding you from Steve’s lap onto his own with your back now against him. His lips gently trailed along your shoulder up to your neck. 

“What do you think, princess? Do you think, Harrington has made it up to you with the dinner and the bath?”

Your eyes narrowed at Steve as his zeroed in on his friends. “Ok, now I’m genuinely asking. What do you mean?”, you giggle.

“What I’m asking you is do you think Stevie here has earned the right to cum tonight? Or do you think he needs to be punished a bit longer.”

“Eddie Munson, we are not punishing Steve. He apologized and has more than made up for what happened.”

“No, no honey. He’s right. I hurt you both and it seems Munson here thinks I haven’t repented enough.” Steve’s tone was light and you didn’t need to turn around to know they were both smirking at each other. 

“You wouldn’t last, Harrington. I bet you ten bucks when we’re done you will be begging to cum.”

“Seriously? Do I get a say in this?”, you giggle. “Because I bet twenty.”

“Oh ok. I see how it is.”

Eddie rose to his feet, pulling you up with him. “Stevie, can you dry her off and get her comfortable on the bed. I’ll be right back. No touching!”

You grin at Steve as he smiles down at you, drying off your wet skin. Quickly, he checks behind him before sneaking a light kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you to. You know I do forgive you, right?”

“I know, baby. Let the adorable idiot have his fun.”

“Excuse me! I don’t see a beautiful woman on our bed!”, Eddie calls making Steve jokingly rolls his eyes as he lifts you in his arms and carries you to the mattress. The metalhead pats a chair he had brought in from one of the other rooms. “Sit, please.”

“Can I at least put on boxers or…?”

“I’ll allow it.” You smile at Eddie’s tone as he messes with Steve. You’ve heard it before when he plays D & D with his friends or reads a story with Dylan before bed. 

The other boy sits in the chair presented to him placing his elbows on the armrests as he claps his fingers together in front of him. “I can’t wait to get my thirty bucks.”

“He’s so cocky.” 

“I know. It’s that asshole King Steve version of him that still resides under that sexy head of hair.” Eddie smirks as he sits beside you on the edge of the bed and pushes some hair behind your ear. “How are you feeling right now, sweetheart? You okay?”

You respond by cupping his face in your hands and pulling his lips to your own. He smiles into your kiss before lifting you on to his lap with your back once again to his chest. His fingers roam your warm skin as his mouth presses against your shoulder. 

“So beautiful, baby. Isn’t she beautiful, Stevie?”

“Of course.” Steve’s eyes meet your own as he grins. 

Eddie’s palms glide between your thighs, lifting you slightly as he places your legs on either side of his own displaying your sex to the boy in front of him. 

“Keep your eyes on his for as long as you can, princess. I can do the rest.”, he whispers in your ear so only you can hear. “He won’t last long.” You keen into his voice, finding his lips as your tongue grazes his. 

“Fuck…”, you whimper as his fingers press against your clit, rubbing slow circles as you roll your hips, silently begging for more. Eddie chuckles against your skin, swallowing down his own moans as your ass grinds against his cock. “Eddie, please…”

His lips find the shell of your ear as he talks to you in husky, lust driven tone. “Beg him, Y/N. Look in those gorgeous amber orbs and ask him to help you.”

“Steve,” you whine. “Please, make him… make touch me.”

“He is touching you, honey.” Steve tried to sound like he was in control of his emotions and need but you could see in his eyes he was struggling. 

“Please… I want... his fingers inside of me. Please, Stevie.”

“Eddie…Eddie, stop messing with her. Give her what… what she’s asking for.”

The metalhead’s chin rested on your shoulder as his knees open your legs wider and he pushed two of his fingers slowly inside of you. “Is she asking? Or is it you?”

Steve smirks as he shakes his head, licking his lips. “You suck, Munson.”

“Oh, come on, Harrington. You know you want to see her cum just as much as I do. I also know you are dying to feel how fucking wet she is. Jesus, she’s just dripping.” You moan as you lean your head back and he gradually quickens his pace. 

“I’m so fucking lucky that after I make her cum, I get to feel her tight pussy squeeze around my dick till she cums again.” Your whimpers are soon accompanied by some light groans from the boy across from you. “And that’s just the dirty stuff.”, Eddie smiles. “You won’t get to feel her lips or her touch on your chest. The way her nails run down your back or the way she moans and begs that moment right before…”

His fingers thrust into you quicker and you feel both sets of eyes on you as your back arches and the coil snaps. “Well, you’ll get to hear it but it won’t be because of you.” Eddie grips your cheek and turns your face to bring your lips to his. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you to. I feel bad for Steve.”

“Aw, baby. Why? Look at him. He’s just fine.” You both look at the boy and notice his cock standing at attention as he strokes it slowly with his palm.

“Hey. You said I couldn’t cum. You—mmm—you didn’t say I couldn’t touch myself.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”, Eddie cackles. You lean over and whisper something in the man’s ear causing a huge grin to spread over his features as he kisses your cheek. 

Rising from his lap, you walk over till your right in front of Steve as he tilts his head up to look at you with a big grin. Your hair floats over your shoulder as you turn to glance at Eddie. “May I at least kiss him, your highness?”, you inquire with a sarcastic tone. 

“Madam, I am a dungeon master. Be correct. And yes, I’ll allow it.”

“Oh, ok.” You roll your eyes as you lean down to kiss the man’s lips. As you start to pull away, his free hand tries to keep you there.

“Hey, hey! I said kiss.” You giggle as Eddie tugs on your arm bringing your back against his chest. “Then again, Harrington. You know what you have to say…”, he sings.

“No. I’m fine. You two have your fun.” Steve gestures towards the bed as you both grin down at him. 

The other man brushes your hair over to one side before descending his palms down your body, pausing as he grips your hips. The cool air of the room hits your skin as his upper half leans back to watch what he’s doing as he guides his cock into your entrance. 

You mewl at the feeling, one of his hands drifting up to hold your stomach. Eddie’s hips steadily grind against yours allow you to get used to the position and feeling as he pushes deeper inside of you. 

“That’s not fair.” Steve’s breathy whine causes you and Eddie smile in triumph. 

You feel yourself start to tip forward and the metalhead hastily tightens his grip around you as one of his arms wraps around your chest lifting you both up to a more standing posture. 

“I’ve got you, baby. It’s ok.”, he whispers. As you turn to kiss his lips, both hands take hold of your biceps as he begins thrusting at a faster pace.

Moaning, you break away to lean your upper body towards Steve as Eddie holds on to you tightly. “God, that feels so good.” A palm suddenly touched your face and your eyes opened to meet the boy in front of you. 

“Do you remember that first night the three of us were together?”

“On the couch.” You bite your bottom lip as you smile at the memory. 

“This reminds me of that. Eddie was fucking you like this and—mmm—I was stroking my cock watching you two.”

“Fuck.” Your eyes squeezed shut as Eddie pumped into you harder, clinging to your wrists as you leaned farther forward. 

“You were so beautiful. Moaning about how deep he was and whispering to me about how good he felt. You’re still gorgeous, honey. The way—fuck—the way your eyes roll back and the way you fucking taste.” Steve groaned as he stroked himself faster.

Eddie grunted behind you as you felt his hips sputter and he pulled you back against him as he came. While thrusting his spend into you, he quickly reached around your front and aggressively circled your nub with his fingers. Your body folded into his as you fell over the edge and your pussy clenched around him. He hissed between his teeth as his arms held you tightly to him, both of you panting as you came down. 

“Fucking hell.”

You opened eyes to see Steve’s own flutter shut as his muscled tensed. He was about to cum and there was no going back now for him. You sank to your knees and crawled closer him, moving his hand and wrapping your mouth around his cock. 

His palm held the back of your head as he pumped rope after rope of his seed down your throat, swallowing everything he gave you. 

You grinned as you sat your butt flat on the floor, leaning against his leg. Eddie extended his hand for you to take and helped you up before twirling you towards the bed. As he cleaned between your legs, Steve came to lay by your side.

You pleasantly sighed as his fingers traced down your chest towards your stomach. 

“Do you think she thinks I was mad at her?” Your eyebrows came together as you turn to look at him. “Don’t laugh at me. While I wait in the lobby for my appointments, I’ve been reading this book about babies. It said she can kind of feel when you touch your stomach but, like, can she hear me yet?”

“I don’t think so because if she could I imagine HE would be annoyed you call him she.” Eddie jumps into bed on your other side as Steve jokingly scowls at him. 

“They’re still too little to really hear anything but I imagine even if they could they would know you love them.” You smile as you reach up to caress him cheek. 

“Good. Good.” He nods as he scoots down to lay his head on your tummy. “Because I do love you and just so you know I don’t care if you’re a boy or girl. I’m just happy you’ll finally be here.”

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[suddencolds]

sending u a star!! ⭐️ sorry i wanted to go thru and pick a specific fic but im too sleepy lol but any yvescent piece u had thoughts on :D

[from Fanfic Writers - Director's Cut]

hello!!! THANK YOU N, IT MADE ME REALLY HAPPY TO RECEIVE THIS 🥹🥹🥹

I also realize am responding to this like 2 months late :') I thought for a long time on which fic to comment on, and now that I've posted Atypical Occurrence pt. 2, I thought I might as well write out my thoughts on it while they're still fresh and bc it's close to my heart (I hope that's okay hehe)

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⚠️❗️ Warning that I will be attaching snippets from my deleted drafts below!! Please read the published installment before you proceed to read this post. This is a little embarrassing... all I can say is that those drafts were deleted for a reason 🥴

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There’s a grocery store that’s a ten minute drive from Vincent’s apartment. 

I rewrote this scene... 3 or 4 times? It gave me sooo much trouble 😭 I think in the first draft Vincent actually tears up tasting Yves's cooking. (I know, Vincent, I want Yves to cook for me too 😭❗️)

Terrible (ugh 😭) first draft screenshot under the cut (screenshot = old draft, indented quote = current draft):

(Yves pulling up a chair at the end... you can tell he is totally at a loss on what to do 😭 and I, too, was at a loss on what to do)

I wrote this ^, and I was like... this moment just feels unearned? I personally despise outlining + I love going in (mostly) blind. Sometimes the first draft works out of the box, and in this case, the first draft (and the second draft, and the third draft) were all soooo bad that I literally had to take a month-long break to regain my confidence 😭

Anyways! I knew right away that Y was going to cook something for V (it's mentioned here and there throughout the series that he is a really good cook 😭 And in part 3 of Fool Me Twice, Yves promises to make Vincent something more ambitious than hot chocolate. He's finally kept his promise now, 12 installments later 🙇‍♀️ )

From draft 2, there was only one scene which I was sure I was going to include in the final draft, aka, spared from the recycling bin. (But I just checked the final draft and it's nowhere to be seen?? Interesting.)

I would have managed fine on my own.

On this (deleted) scene, and more broadly: I think it's important to me that Yves recognizes that Vincent is self-sufficient in many ways: when Vincent says he will be fine alone, he is telling the truth. Yves doesn't have to stay—he recognizes this too, when he heads for the door in the published draft.

Still, Yves stays, of course—initially, because he insists, and later, because Vincent asks :)

“…You won’t leave unless I eat, then,” Vincent says. He says it evenly enough that it barely registers as a question. Yves smiles at him. It’s not a wrong conclusion. “Exactly,” he says.

It was really, really fun writing the differences between caretaker!Vincent (in Fool Me Twice pt. 5) and caretaker!Yves 😊 I usually don't like to say too much on the end of character analysis, bc I like my work to be interpreted as it is: the text is canon, and everything I'm saying here is just me yapping on about my headcanons. (I have been roasted for saying this by a dear friend of mine, probably rightfully so:)

With that disclaimer: Vincent to me (I can only speculate, etc) is a very no-bullshit caretaker (he likes to enforce whatever will lead most directly to the person's recovery; he actually worries a lot, but his worry often manifests as frustration/snappishness), whereas Yves is a lot more permissive and, for the most part, manages his stress—he is the eldest sibling, after all! I think he does what he can to make it a more tolerable experience :)

“So this is just a Yves thing.” “What? Showing consideration for my friends?”  “Showing consideration is one thing,” Vincent answers. “You could have left after dropping off the files. You would still have been showing your consideration.” “I guess that’s true. But at that point, I was already here,” Yves says, with a shrug. “It seemed logical to check up on you.” “Well, now you’ve checked up on me,” Vincent says. “So you can go.” Yves supposes this is true.

Vincent takes things very literally (and I think he's actually quite aware of the social niceties around these kinds of things, which is in part why he is so skeptical to assume that Yves means anything more.)

There’s a hand on his sleeve, tugging. Yves goes very still. When Vincent notices what he’s done, alarm flashes through his expression, and he pulls his hand away as if he’s burned.  “Sorry,” he murmurs, again. And just like that, he’s back to how he always is—his expression perfectly, carefully neutral, in a way that can only be constructed. “I’m sorry.” But Yves doesn’t forget what he’s seen. “You can go.”

This scene means a lot to me!! It took a loooot of editing to hammer into place (the doc I wrote it on is titled "fixing this scene would FIX ME" haha). I think this is the first time Vincent has actively sought out Yves's comfort 😭 And he regrets it almost as soon as he's said it, because he does not do things without a good justification, and wanting something—even wanting it badly—does not feel like a sufficient justification to him. But give Yves an inch and he will take a mile!! He will take a hundred miles!! That is just the kind of person that Yves is.

I was talking with some friends previously about how I wanted to write Vincent reaching out for Yves. How I wanted Vincent to, through the haze of fever, cross a line that he'd previously not allowed himself to cross :') I think it is a time-old trope to have someone, in their feverish delirium, utter something embarrassing and utterly uncharacteristic of them, or divulge something that has been difficult for them to say.

This whole time drafting, I was thinking, how can I set up a moment like that and have it feel earned? How badly would he have to be feeling? What kind of setup would justify getting past his 590859 mental defenses? (I do not like to outline, but sometimes I do have an emotional beat that I have in mind, and then I have to work backwards to figure out the setup. This took SO much working back from, and I really thought about it for very long). I was almost sure that Vincent would regret it immediately after too 😭

Yves opens his arms out in offering, tries on a smile. “I’ve been told I give good hugs. Good enough to cure all ailments, obviously.”

Ahh, so Y offering V a hug is inspired by a fic I read 6 years ago, where a character offers another a hug as a joke and then the other character surprises them by taking it. Yves is really offering here, but I think he recognizes that joking about it will make it easier for Vincent to accept 😭

Yves has hugged a fair share of people in his life. He doesn’t think he’d be able to list them all if he were asked to. It’s different, though, being so close to Vincent—so close that Yves can reach out and let his hair fall through his fingertips. He can lift up his palm and feel the rigid line of his spine, the slope of his shoulders; he could reach out and trace the dip of his wrist, the form of his hand. Vincent’s chin digs slightly into his left shoulder. His nose is turned slightly into Yves’s neck—like this, he is almost perfectly still. Yves can feel the warm brush of air against his neck whenever Vincent exhales. He is so close that Yves is afraid, for a moment, that he might hear how badly his heart is racing.

I have nothing to say about this paragraph except that I edited it for like 40 minutes straight.

Last thing!!

“We had a habit of keeping the heat off, in the winters, and closing the windows.”

The scene near the end (where Vincent tells Yves about his childhood) is actually the scene which came the most easily to me. I also did not write it last; I jumped around. It took me around 1.5 hours. (By comparison, simply editing the scene before it took 11 😵‍💫)

I did always intend for Vincent to disclose... well, /something/ about himself. (You can tell that when I plan, that's really as far as I plan LOL)

Anyways, when Vincent wakes Yves up (after Yves falls asleep at his desk), I initially wrote it so that Yves wakes Vincent from a nightmare.

But (as direct a link to vulnerability as that might have been,) Vincent would not talk about his nightmare 😭 So I switched gears.

I also specifically wanted to write about Vincent's experience being cared for growing up. I think something that's culturally resonant with me (as an Asian American, and the eldest daughter to immigrant parents) is like, the ways families can and cannot say I love you—the quiet things that are done in place of a more direct expression of it. The way that while unspoken consideration can speak volumes, it can just as easily be invisible. But even now, writing this post, I feel like it's difficult for me to untangle the feelings and experiences I've had into something that feels sufficiently multifaceted.

Vincent has a different childhood from I do (it is probably worth noting that I do not project onto any of my characters, nor do I use them as a vessel to get my own experiences across). I think I'm just drawn to writing tricky/non-straightforward expressions of love, in general :) Sometimes that is the kind of love that resonates with me most.

[rivangel]

HI GEEE! Congrats on hitting an amazing milestone of 2.5k. If it’s alright with you, kitty levi all anxious bc you’ve been quiet all week. Minimal conversations and kitty levi’s observe that you disappear early in the morning. “Let me hold your hair back, at least.” When you were sick to your stomach on toilet only to tell him you’re having babies 🥹 im having baby fever and I badly want to adopt a cat sksksk.

Anyway, IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU! 2.5k is an amazing amount of audience. We’re so grateful for you and your hardwork 💛😙 ily 🫶🏽

THANKS MILAN!! i had fun with this one :333 (also you just finished school right? i think u deserve a cat hehe:33)

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.”

//hybrid (kitty levi), angst with a happy ending, insecure levi>>, domestic, modern au | ~0.9k

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Levi doesn’t know what’s wrong. He just knows that something is wrong.

Once he noticed the slightest shift in your routine, and by extension his, he noticed more and more cracks in your day-to-day normalcy.

Regardless of how early you need to get up and be at work, he inevitably wakes up too. He bumps your temple with his forehead, and soon follows you downstairs.

But then you started telling him to go back to bed. It’s early.

You’re distracted. It takes a few pushes to get you to notice or answer him, like he’s become something of a phantom. He’s wondered if he’s annoying you, but would it be possible that he’s transformed into a constant annoyance, as you’ve been constantly distracted?

That question leads him down dark paths.

Needless to say, conversations are shallow and minimal. He’s quit curling up for his nap with you on your days off and cleans or hides, like he used to.

Sometimes, he’s out of the house when you come home for your lunch break. The love notes, marked by a smiley face or heart haven’t stopped, but he’s noticed the tone change, the guard the anxious letters hold up. In the last week he’s begun procrastinating to read them after his afternoon nap. He’s been on edge, and so, relegating himself to his routine spot on the couch is just impossible when he can’t get comfortable.

Instead, like the dark thoughts, he’s begun sitting in the back of your closet behind the clothes like he used to do before you met, mostly as a child, his tail resting protectively around his legs. He annoys himself. He doesn’t know what he’s hiding from.

When you get home from work, you barely meet him with a kiss, and then it’s to your office to work some more.

Levi’s willing to and enjoys cooking dinner for you both. It’s just been unnerving and strange since you stopped popping your head in to help like you usually do.

He’s gotten snappy in the last day or two as a result, without any of his consent. He doesn’t know what to do with what he’s feeling, and he definitely doesn’t understand why you’re changing around him, so it’s just there. Confusion, and worry, and growing resentment.

If something was wrong, you tell him. Why won’t you tell him?

He didn’t follow you yesterday when you got out of bed for work. You must know he’s pretending to be asleep when you do.

Today is your day off, and yet, he wakes up when you wakes up, and the sun has barely risen.

Then he hears retching.

He pops his head up, ears pressed down and back, and paces to the bathroom after you. True, you’ve been avoiding him, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to help.

Your head is raised when he gets to the doorway, clutching your stomach. Your eyes lock.

For once, he doesn’t know how to talk to you.

“You’re sick.” He walks closer.

"No… It's okay—”

You're interrupted by another gag, forcing you over the bowl again. In the background, you manage to pick up on him dropping down behind you. A blessing—he scoops up your hair, pinning it away from anywhere near your face.

“Don’t be stupid. Let me hold your hair back, at least.” 

You don't have the energy to turn him away anymore even if, by some stretch of the imagination, you wanted to.

When the nausea is finished torturing you, you rest on your heels and slap the handle to flush it away. At least that’s over with.

He helps you to your feet, a damp cloth in hand to wipe the sweat from your forehead and temples, then your mouth.

His ears are pointed back the whole time, but you know it isn't the task itself that's making him unhappy. Even when you've been so fucking unfair to him, he isn't anything other than loyal and doting. You want to cry.

His eyes grow a little wider when he notices, and then pauses. "…What…”

"Levi..." you whimper, hanging your head. “I think I'm pregnant.”

Silence. Tense, thick silence you couldn’t hope to cut with the sharpest knife. His only reaction is a stammer in breath.

You shake your head, unsure what for. “No… I know I am. I took two tests, I just didn’t tell you because—because… It scared the shit out of me. I was trying to figure out how to tell you. I’m sorry.”

You raise your head. He stares blankly for one more moment, his lips part, and then he’s crushing you in a hug.

“Levi—” you hug him back.

“Pregnant…” he mutters on bated breath. He rests his head on your shoulder. You relax like the anxiety has been knocked out of you. You notice his tail twitching in restrained excitement.

“You idiot—Why would you need to be scared with me here? You don’t have anything to worry about now.”

You nod in quick, rapid motions. You’re really crying now, you’re so relieved, so grateful, so happy.

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[angelmush]

hi molly, you inspire me so much, thank you for being you. im about to move to a new city by myself for the first time and im scared. how did you build your life into one you loved? how do i meet people? i want so many things but sometimes they seem so far out of reach!! anyway, wishing you well and it always makes me happy to come visit your page and see you living life so fully :)

hello sweet anon!! sorry i am just getting to this, i was out of town for a few days and have been pretty offline in general lately. to be honest, i feel really really really underqualified to answer any questions about meeting people and making friends, as it is something that has never come easily to me, but i will do my best because i am SO excited for you!! moving somewhere new can be really healing!! i also want to gently remind you that social media-- even tumbr --is a highlight reel.

building my life into one i loved.

i think it's a few things.

it's a skill to find excitement about small things. delicious meals, nice weather, cute animals. being intentional about noticing and allowing yourself to feel excited about the little stuff does some kind of magic in your brain, and in appreciating your life in general. i am not naturally gifted at this whatsoever, but it's a muscle that takes practice to build, like anything.

i also dedicate a LOT of my free time to hobbies. right now it's mostly knitting, but often it's cooking and training my dog as well. watching movies and talking about them with people. spending time decorating the house. i'm very very very much a homebody, often to my detriment. it is monumentally difficult for me to take the first steps to leave the house to do things, even fun things, but once i do i am almost always better for it.

one sort of silly way i have helped to mitigate this, is that my girlfriend and i have started making seasonal bucket lists and magnetizing them onto our fridge. it turns it into sort of a game i guess, and it makes me feel accomplished to cross things off. we did really really well with ours this summer! we have three sections, small things (make smoothies, try a new dinner recipe, make a playlist), medium things (take the dog to the lake, see a movie in the theater, have drinks on a patio), and large things (go camping, go to pride, celebrate my birthday), etc. we just made our fall/winter one and i'm already sooooo excited for it!! it helped me to have a reason to leave the house while we were still getting our bearings in this new city.

i also have limited my social media time more recently on all apps except tumblr and pinterest to 15 minutes per day total. this helps me feel so much less frantic and it's easier for me to stay present than it used to be.

i also started taking medication! it's been a really big piece of the puzzle for me, personally. it helps my baseline be significantly more resilient and regulated and stable. it isn't a singular fix, but it opens up more space for that joy.

as far as meeting people goes, i will let you know when i figure it out LOL. im someone that needs a lot of quiet alone time to function and so i spend a lot of time with myself. i am still learning how to make the bridge from casual friends to a deeper and more meaningful friendship with the people ive met since moving here last august, and it's been a very clumsy imperfect process.

i'm sure this probably wasn't all that helpful haha it felt disjointed to write, but like i said, i am severely underqualified to give advice on this topic. but these are a handful of things i think have helped me in the last year, so hopefully there's something you can take from it!! wishing you all the luck and joy and wonder on your endeavors!! you can send me an ask anytime!! <33

[loemius]

im too like fuzzy from cough syrup to answer YOUR question-- Hephaestus is associated with copper specifically from my understanding, but I know a lot of modern helpol folks associate him with stuff like computers, the internet, metal in general. Hephaestus needs some love, whats some other things you associate him with, either upg or historically (I kinda like thinking of him as the god of disability aids like wheelchairs and prosthetics)

OH BOY I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!!! i love hephaestus and i am so glad to spread some love for him. thank you for this fantastic question <333 historically speaking: -cranes! paper cranes are really fun and easy to make and would be an awesome votive for him. -donkeys! i think about this one a lot and his myth with dionysus where he'd been cast out of olympos and dionysus was the one who came after him and was able to convince him to return, and he rode back on a donkey: "One of the Greek legends is that Hephaistos, when he was born, was thrown down by Hera. In revenge he sent as a gift a golden chair with invisible fetters. When Hera sat down she was held fast, and Hephaistos refused to listen to any other of the gods save Dionysos--in him he reposed the fullest trust--and after making him drunk Dionysos brought him to heaven." [theoi.com, Pausanias 1.20.3] i mean just look at him on his steed. i love it. [also sourced from theoi.com]

-this is a weird one but chains. he's got a lot to do with chains, from the aforementioned binding of hera to the net of chains to capture ares and aphrodite in their affair to the binding of prometheus. i havent quite developed my thoughts on this yet, but i think it's very interesting. -hammers. he's often seen depicted with his hammer, and of course he helped zeus give birth to athena by using his hammer to split his head open. having experience in metalworking really made me appreciate this more, because there are SO many different kinds of hammers and using the wrong one can completely change the outcome of your work. also, its hard work! makes me think more about just how strong lord hephaestus is to make such grand works. -i think about him a lot with jewelry making, since he's got quite a few historically attested pieces of jewelry that he's made. upg: -i also associate him with mobility aids of all kinds. i also think about him and apollo working together to make medical technology, which means a lot to me as someone who's had health struggles. -i also associate him with computers too. i pray to him when my technology doesnt work LMAO -tobacco. i liked to smoke a cigarette with him before id go into the metal shop (dont smoke please its terrible for you) -the smell of metal. weird one but id go into the metal shop and take a sniff and be like :') ahhhhh hephaestus. i worked a lot in copper and bronze bc theyre soft and cheap metals, and the smell of copper on your hands after spending hours on the jewelers saw... like nothing else in this world. -soldering. when i learned to solder i would pray to him to help me do it well and get a good solder. it is harder than you think, especially when working in silver which can and WILL melt if you're not careful enough. it really made me appreciate how diligent and patient he must be. on a similar note, annealing metal also made me think of him. annealing is the process of heating and quenching metal to strength it once it gets too soft and you are quite literally just blasting it with a torch until it’s red hot. takes so much patience and carefulness. -open flame cooking. he's associated with fires after all and just. tossing something on the grill or over a campfire always makes me think of him. i also think of zeus when i grill things but i dont have a reason for that other than grilling is dad behavior and he is the ultimate dad. -LEGOS. any time i play with legos i am thinking about him. its the building aspect and the creativity. -really i think about him, athena, and apollo a lot when i'm creating, especially 3d works for hephaestus. i'm pursuing a bfa so i make a lot of things, and i think a lot about his skill and dedication to the craft when i make them.

thank you so so much for this ask!!! i loved answering this and would love to hear others thoughts on this <3 gods bless you with health and happiness!!!

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hey, Absolutely love your work, your the reason for my insomnia. (im blaming you yes)

Can you make a baek seongjun scenario where jinho lee is introducing us to him as his new 'assistant' (like the first meeting)? Maybe over dinner lol idek.

Ty for your time tho :)

Hi Anon! Please get some sleep if you can! Although my sleep pattern has been shot to shit since I've started all this wordvom a couple months ago. Interesting what sleep deprivation does to a person, look at all this shit streaming out of me.

Thank you so much for reading and for requesting! I've gone for a little bit more... bittersweet.

Baek Seongjun x Reader: Cooking on the boat

Takes place on Jinho's boat during Seongjun's backstory. You're the cook.

"This is my assistant, Seongjun. Now he's your assistant too."

Being stuck on a boat out at sea, serving food to criminals, wasn't what most kids dream of when they're 6 years old and writing out their ideal job, but if it meant evading the authorities and jail then that's fine by you.

Jinho kept you around because you knew your way around a knife, and you definitely didn't mind getting your hands messy.

Obedient, you sometimes heard him sneer. Like a sheep. Well, fuck him.

You eye up this Seongjun guy. Looks like him and Jinho are cut from the same cloth.

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Seongjun thinks you're quiet, a bit too quiet for his liking.

Taking to your duties and tasks with tunnel vision and a ruthless tenacity. He doesn't know what to make of you.

"You're handling the fish wrong," are your first words to him, a few days after he incessantly buzzed around your dinky little makeshift kitchen.

Your hand grazed his when you grabbed the fish and hip-checked him to move aside.

It's been so long since Seongjun felt a touch that wasn't intended to hurt, that the question mark over you grows bigger.

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You show Seongjun how to rinse the rice properly, he wasn't even aware that there was a wrong way.

How to season food appropriately, and that peppermint leaves rubbed under the nose comes in handy to keep the stench of all the seafood away.

With practiced hands, how to clean the scales, the fin and fillet the fish. Removing most of the bones in one piece, making the most of the meat.

When Seongjun first does it and butchers the attempt, you give him a light slap on the arm and a huff.

He gives you a smile in return.

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Seongjun watches you move around in the kitchen.

Your ease and flow in the kitchen gives him some semblance of peace.

It reminds him a little of his mom and his heart aches.

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Little anecdotes of Seongjun's life in Japan slips through. He focuses on the good things, as few as there was.

He tells you a little of his judo when you poke fun at his cauliflower ears.

You tell him how important it is to not waste any food when prepping, and he in returns shares how his mother always makes the most amazing meals out of next to nothing.

One day, Seongjun mentions that if things worked out, he would have liked to have opened up a soba noodle shop with his mom.

You ask him if he could make you some noodles. Give you a little taste of what that life could have been like.

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Seongjun places the noodles in front of you, served in a mess-tin. The boat had little room and the men had little appreciation for luxuries such as crockery.

You take a mouthful-

And find it absolutely revolting.

Seongjun watches you as you school your face and swallow it down with a struggle.

"Is it good?"

"... Not bad." You grit out your little white lie, thinking about his soba shop dream. You could at least give him this mercy.

It's unexpected when he laughs. Is this the first time you have seen and heard this? His face looks years younger, and the sound surprisingly care-free. You didn't think people like you and him were still capable of such joy.

"Sorry. I actually messed it up."

"Baek Seongjun! And you still fed me this shit?"

Wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, he tells you "Yes."

You're in half a mind to pour the rest of this disgusting meal all over him. But seeing him like this, it's contagious.

The sound of your laughter soon joins his.

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Years from now, when Seongjun is building his life in South Korea, he still remembers you giggling alongside him.

It reminds him that some things in life are priceless.

[holocene-sims]

asking a bunch for grant bc im NOSY : 🌾 [RICE SHEAF] How picky is your OC with food? What will and won't they eat? 🍔 [BURGER] What would your OC put on their burger? 🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

omg hi nectar 🤭 thanks for sending me some questions!!

🌾 [RICE SHEAF] how picky is your OC with food? what will and won't they eat?

grant is, like, negative picky. the only thing he doesn't really like is any kind of tea but he'll drink it if you give it to him and every once in a while, for a very special flavor, he'll approve of it. maybeeeee not like it but at least tolerate it more than usual.

so yeah!! he'll eat anything, he does not care. he enjoys cooking and baking, it's all very relaxing for him, and he likes trying new things.

however, probably large in part because he never got to eat anything fun as a child unless he was far, far away from his mother (who only ever served "rabbit food"), he does gravitate to classic american comfort cuisine as his favorite foods! stuff like macaroni and cheese, pizza, etc. he might be the #1 mac and cheese stan worldwide tbh

🍔 [BURGER] what would your OC put on their burger?

the absolute dream combo for him would probably be like standard burger patty and bread with sauerkraut and swiss cheese, maybe a fried egg for funsies, too

can you tell he's from the midwest

🥕 [CARROT] how tough is your OC against certain situations? how weak are they against others?

i truly believe grant is much, much tougher than people would at first give him credit for (or even than he would give himself credit for...)

he's been through a lot in his lifetime and he can be very critical of himself for having developed mental illness, a chronic physical illness, and for struggling with addiction in the past because he feels like it's all his fault and he wasn't strong enough to make it out "normally" (there is no normal, i just think he would use that terminology against himself). but the reality is that survival AT ALL is a huge deal and is worth celebrating, and he's very resilient to have gotten to the place he's at in life now. was it fair that he had to be resilient? no, not even remotely, but in a way, he had no choice.

so that said, i think as he's gotten a better handle on healing throughout his 20s and now 30s (yay!! we just had his birthday last update in the story!!), he's become much more unshakable. social situations are his weakest area - for example, it took him a long time to stand up to his ex and tell her to get out of his life, and it is going to take even longer for him to work out the situation with his father and confront him one way or another.

NOW what is he really good at?! handling emergencies! if you're in a car accident, he's the guy you want to be in the car with you at the time because he won't break a sweat dealing with it. he's very mechanically-minded and good with logic and problem solving, so any emergency is not even slightly going to bother him because he does know he's good at those things. he trusts himself completely as long as he can use those skills. plus, he has many years of experience in compartmentalization lol.

we could also think about his previous job (that he's attempting to get back now) here. aviation is very safe for the most part, but you have to be chill about any kind of crazy ass events happening as a pilot because the stakes are ridiculously high. grant has an advantage in the chill factor, though, because on any day of the week, he'd 100% choose flying an airplane that's on fire or literally falling apart over being in the same building, not even the same room, as his mother. in his mind, he's dealt with much worse.

🧅 [ONION] what is surefire to make your OC cry? who knows of this information?

remember the not as good with social stuff thing?

yeahhhh, it's raising your voice at him. you don't even have to yell, you can just barelyyyyyy raise it and his eyes will at least get watery. he can handle honesty, he can handle bluntness, but not anything with a tone or yelling 😥

and i think everyone knows because his emotions always show on his face. in this case, he'll get that kind of twitchy look and his face will look like it's just been completely drained of life

[criticallyobs]

Hi you two ☺️ I just wanted to drop by and tell you I'm currently making my way through your podcast episodes of last twilight (in a bit of reverse order because I stumbled over your ep9 discussion and I was really enjoying it so now im on your second episode) aaanyway. I thought since I've spend most of my afternoon and evening listening to you I had to tell you how much I enjoy your discussions about the show.

I find myself slowly losing my mind over both Mork and day and last twilight in general and im so glad I found you two just picking everything apart and pointing out parallels and potential foreshadowing and urgh. That's exactly what my spiraling brain needs 🤣🤣👌

(Also I'm kinda avoiding the tag on here especially after the last episode because a lot of the day/night takes in there make me uncomfortable but everything you two said about days reaction and the accident to the blame and guilt and intentions was exactly what I thought)

So now imma make myself a cup of tea and listen to the other podcasts episodes until I've caught up and then I hope episode 10 is out and your discussion along with it.

I'm really looking forward to more, have a wonderful evening!!!!

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[johannestevans]

Hey, i just read ur first Finding Ur Personal Style post (the shape & silhouette one) and wanted to say i really liked it and how you structured it to rly invite oneself to question not just what looks “good” but what one enjoys and feels confident in. as a person who’s always been on the bigger side, it’s really lovely to see, esp bc im currently trying to more firmly develop my own sense of style.

so yeah, im excited to read the other parts and wanted to give a quick shout of appreciation to u for formulating these posts!

Finding Your Style, Part I: Shape & Silhouette (x)

I'm so glad, thank you so much for reaching out and letting me know!

I'm very aware that as a very slim white guy with an hourglass figure who passes as a man without issue, it's often easier for me to buy clothes that fit with what I want and the figure that I enjoy cutting, but also people are a lot more open with praise for me because I'm a slim, conventionally attractive white guy that can be gender nonconforming and still "pass" as male.

Part of the reason I look so good is I have a particular style that I want and I go for it, and I know how to make a cohesive outfit, but it took me time and study to build those skills, and they were aided by people fully supporting the ways in which I experimented.

Most people have a lot of bigotry they need to get over when it comes to people's clothes and outfits - not just around people's size, whether being fatter or broader, bigger, etc, or other visible aspects such as people's disability, skin colour, race, gender and perceived gender, and so forth.

That comes across in how style guides are written, often with a line of desiring that certain people should hide their bodies or dress themselves down more, and it comes across in how open people are with praise for people's outfits and bodies themselves as well. It's hard to experiment with this stuff without feeling like people are supporting you in that, without feeling like you're not just "allowed" to but like it's good and fun to do so, and it's hard to know where to start with that, you know?

I shop a lot in vintage shops with my boyfriends and with friends who are much bigger than I am or who have very different desires for their figures or style than I would or I do, and I know from working with some of them that like...

Without having someone ask them the questions, it's hard to start, which is why this series of guides is going to be about how to settle on these potential questions and dig into the details that you don't necessarily know how to look for until someone teaches you they're there.

With cooking and with food, you're taught from a very young age that there are different tastes - salty, sweet, umami, sour, and bitter - and you're not taught that one of these is good or better or only acceptable compared to the others, and you're taught about the ways these tastes interact with and complement one another.

You don't necessarily get taught to develop that same sense of tastes with style, much of the time. You might get taught some styles "look good" or that some are cringe, and sometimes this will be based along the lines of class indicators and commercialism - these are expensive clothes, or look expensive; these look cheap. These look slutty, these look tasteful. These look "slimming", or these bulk you up.

None of these descriptors describe the clothes. They almost entirely describe people's ("society"'s) potential reaction or relationship with the clothes or styles you might favour, because they're about like... what people will like, or if they'll think of you as professional or trustworthy as a consumer or employee or sexual partner, etc. None of that's about like, your actual personality, but about conformity.

Even terms like "cozy" or "utilitarian" have become appropriated for commercial reasons, to the extent that they indicate a certain buying class, you know?

And the thing about all of those styles is that they're often applied to people's bodies as much as they are the actual clothes - the same clothes on one body might be praised, and then heavily policed or even abused on another. The personality you have and your manner of expression is less relevant than the desire you should conform.

So yeah, this is important for me!

I feel very strongly about my personal style as someone who's very much a dandy and enjoys my combination of period styles, and I want people to be able to play with the same tool set and seek out things that make them feel as joyful about how they dress and style themselves as I feel about mine, regardless of their own bodies or what people have said to them or expressed to them in the past!

And to feel like... the important thing for your style is you rather than a nebulous set of approvals people or groups might or might not have of you.

I'm glad it's helpful, Anon, and I hope the next few guides are useful as primers too. <3

[darlingkirstein]

thank you for answering my ask 😭 i felt butterflies as i read them tbh!! hihi since we're in a modern au setting here, do you think they'd have kids or planning to?

your prompts are so fun!! im so delighted to provide my headcannons!! tw: pregnancy

— EREMIKA:

I think they would absolutely want children, probably multiple — but not too many. Neither of them had siblings as children, so I think the idea of a small family appeals to them. I see one or two children in their future. Having children, for them, is such a natural progression of their love for one another that it’s a no-brainer. They get almost giddy discussing it — and the closer the time comes, Eren’s mentioning it frequently, dropping so many not-so-subtle hints to Mikasa. She gladly welcomes them, whispering hushed dreams of children against his skin as they cuddle.

Finding out about Mikasa’s pregnancy would be the happiest moment of Eren’s life — and she’s equally as elated to see his excitement. He’s gonna go full protective paternal instinct mode and be almost annoyingly attentive to Mikasa. He’s cooking everything for her (he’ll redo meals if a smell or texture or taste bothers her), brushing her hair, keeping a really close hold on her to make sure she won’t trip or fall or anything. Protecting their baby becomes his biggest mission in life. Since he’s so big on tactile contact, I think Eren would be really keen on touching Mikasa’s stomach constantly and kissing her belly to try and get the baby to kick. He’s definitely also saying stupid things to her stomach in the hopes of communicating.

Mikasa’s super hormonal — and she feels guilty when she takes it out on someone that’s just doing what he can to support her. I think, when pregnant, Mikasa gets more touchy and clingy, wanting to cuddle whenever possible. Her muscles ache, so Eren’s massages are so relieving that she probably bursts into tears. She’s just so connected to him and appreciative of all he does and hugs him so much, even as that gets more difficult to do as her belly swells.

I think they both want a daughter — and that’s what their first baby is, a little girl squealing the moment she enters the world. Eren tries to keep it together but he cries when he holds his daughter for the first time — and he’s instantly FaceTiming Carla to show off. his cute little baby. Their daughter is the perfect genetic blend of the two, almost freakishly great at borrowing from the features of both parents. Nobody could ever question who the parents are — it’s etched into her tiny strands of hair that’ll turn into dark tufts, her nose, her eyes, everywhere.

He calls his daughter his little ‘peanut’. That’s always been my favorite headcannon about Eren’s terms of endearment for his daughter. Mikasa has to practically beg for her daughter because Eren’s constantly holding her and doesn’t want to relinquish precious daddy-daughter snuggling time. I think that the peanut nickname lingers even after she’s grown up.

They both probably spoil their daughter (and any future children they may have): going on fun vacations, going for frequent mini-trips around town, doing all sorts of fun stuff. Eren is most guilty of spoiling — something their daughter may start to take advantage of in her teenage years until Mikasa notices the credit card bill piling up.

I can imagine many nights ending in family game night or movie night, anything where they get to relax together — falling asleep on the couch, their daughter snuggled between them, her head on Eren’s chest and legs across Mikasa’s lap.

In terms of parenting:

Eren’s the chill parent — not totally permissive but certainly lax. Being his daughter’s best friend is something he actively seeks, so they spend a lot of time together, getting ice cream or going shopping. They probably coordinate to “prank” mommy, becoming a scheming duo full of mischief and good humor.

Mikasa has to wrangle some control over the household since Eren’s the biggest people pleaser ever for his daughter. So, she’s the one handling discipline — but that doesn’t mean she’s strict or mean whatsoever. I think the relationship Mikasa has with her daughter is a more subdued, intimate kind. Her daughter confides in her about manners id girlhood and the female experience that her father is quite frankly clueless about. Mikasa gives really great advice about relationships, boys, and also shares her own insecurities to make sure her daughter feels seen and heard.

— JEANPIKU:

Honestly, in the earlier stages of their relationship/marriage, I think that they would find the idea of children off-putting. They like their routine and the life they’ve built between the two of them — wouldn’t a tiny human screw things up? They’re both focused on their jobs and their hobbies and friends. Kids aren’t a priority, and frankly, Jean’s a little terrified of being a dad.

I think this changes when one of his friends (honestly, let’s say Eremika) has a child and invites people over to meet the baby. Something shifts in Jean — as well as Pieck, but it hits Jean hard. Eren hands his daughter over to Jean (who’s frantically worried about dropping her or somehow screwing up); when he calms down and looks into those tiny eyes, he’s in love. Pieck can’t help but feel the same way watching her husband take care of a little baby — it’s doing weird things to her inside, making her heart melt. Seeing Jean being so tender with someone else’s baby makes her imagine how he’d act around a child of his own, and that’s when they start discussing it earnestly. Baby fever strikes hard; everytime they see a mom with baby in a stroller walking down the street, they turn to each other, pouting.

I think Pieck would be intimidated by pregnancy — whether it’s her smaller stature or just general anxiety, she’s nervous when she takes that test and sees those two lines sealing the deal. It’s not that she doesn’t want a child — she does, wants a family with Jean — but she’s worried about everything, worried about being a good mom, worried about how these next nine months will go. Thankfully, she’s got a great support system in Jean — it’s just a shame that he’s pretty much equally as terrified as she is the moment reality hits and his career as a dad is forthcoming. He does his best to stay calm for Pieck, though, since he knows her job in all this is far tougher.

Their fears are compounded by a little complication — at an early stage check-up with the doctor, they’re told that they’re having twins. That wasn’t part of the plan at all! It takes a lot of restraint not to freak out in the moment, but at home, the anxieties fly free. It all culminates in then reassuring each other that everything’s gonna be okay and that they’ll be okay.

Jean tends to be a little neurotic about any changes in Pieck’s condition. She’ll text him saying she’s super bloated or that the baby hasn’t kicked in an hour and suddenly he’s leaving work early to go check on her — just a total mess — and Pieck teases him when it turns out to be nothing at all, while he’s left blushing and embarrassed with a boss who’s getting sick of all these premature departures for false alarms. He spends his time reading parenting books and Googling ways to be a supportive husband throughout the pregnancy. He satisfies all her cravings and tends to her emotions — even when, on the inside, he feels like that episode of Community where Troy walks into the apartment aflame, horrified at the sight ahead of him.

You know in the Sims, when the mom starts going into labor and the dad starts jumping up and down screaming in panic? That’s Jean. His nerves are peaked when they’re on the way to the hospital to have the babies, and they only get worse in the delivery room. He’s gripping Pieck’s hand so tight she has to snap at him to loosen up. Watching her scream in pain makes him borderline nauseous, but the last thing he wants to do is make childbirth about him.

Each of them holds one of the babies after they’re born — a girl in Jean’s arms and a boy in Pieck’s. The fear is palpable, both thinking something along the lines of, I can’t screw this up, I can’t hurt these sweet, adorable creatures that have become everything to me the moment they arrived. Jean and Pieck look into each other’s eyes — and they both smile, taking deep breaths of relief. They did it. They made it this far.

As they grow up, the twins unconsciously begin to favor one parent — and the same happens with Jean and Pieck, loving both with their whole beings but drawn to one.

Jean loves nobody in the world more than his daughter — maybe Pieck, naturally, but he falls head over heels for his carbon copy, the girl with the blonde hair and propensity for pouting. He struggles to know what to say to her or how they should bond, but once it clicks, it clicks. He’s fiercely protective of her — any whiff of trouble at school and he’s anxious to hear the details, to figure out how he can best handle it. Nobody hurts his girl — and Pieck has to convince her husband that not every boy in the world has the worst intentions when his little girl is old enough to start dating. It’s not that he doesn’t trust her — she’s smart as hell and Jean knows it — he doesn’t trust the male sex, and the thought of someone hurting his daughter festers as anxieties in his chest, anxieties he learns to endure.

Pieck and their son have a fun bond. She loosens the reins on him rather heavily, giving him the freedom to explore and make stupid mistakes — a couple scrapped knees and broken bones are part of growing up, and they happen. She doesn’t get angry with him easily, the soft spot so prominent. He loves his mom dearly — until he starts being interested in girls, and Pieck’s overly interested in the gossip and who he’s got a crush on, to his grand annoyance. She means well, just trying to show investment in his life — and to make sure he knows there’s always someone available to talk to at home besides his father.

I could ramble on longer about the dynamics between Jean and his son and Pieck and their daughter, or more about Eremika, but I think I’ve already said enough! I love talking about these headcannons, thank you so much for asking these questions — if you have anything else, I’d love to talk about my thoughts. These ships are so dear to me :))