#who house is weirdly protective of in a way he never is with any other patients

[baconpncakes]

*20-year-old House moment*

Crandall: Hey, G-Man, you okay? You're being like,, tense and spacey?

House: I feel like I want to stick my head underwater and scream as loud as I can for as long as I can.

Crandall:

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen w/Rhaenyra's Twin!Sister Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

❝ — 🐉 lady l: this is weirdly long but I needed to get it out of my head! This is based on a concept they sent me a while ago. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: incest, slight nsfw, obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, mention of pregnancy.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!daemyra x rhaenyra's twin sister!reader.

You were Rhaenyra's twin, born a few minutes after her, and because of that, she always had a strong instinct to protect you, to take care of you and she always does. All your life, it was you and Rhaenyra against the world. And this arrangement always left you satisfied, you loved your sister and she loved you fervently in return.

Rhaenyra has always been very persuasive and for as long as you can remember she would convince you of anything; breaking rules, running away, stealing cake from the kitchen and getting into trouble. She didn't care, she valued you deeply and wanted to spend all her time with you.

Aemma and Viserys sometimes went crazy with the two of you being so naughty, but in the end, they always joined you. Aemma tried to be a little tougher with you both, but she always gave in eventually. Viserys didn't even try.

Rhaenyra was very possessive too, because you were her twin sister, she always felt entitled and that you belonged to her. After all, you shared the same womb and were born together, you belonged to her, in a way.

She was always quite bold and direct, and was often reprimanded for it. Rhaenyra knew she loved you more than she should have, but you were Targaryens, according to the traditions of your house and family, there was nothing wrong with her being in love with you. It was just the Targaryen way.

The only problem was that you were a woman. Not for her, that would never be a problem, but for others it would. She couldn't marry you and have you officially and it tore her apart inside.

That didn't mean she hid what she felt from you, because once she knew what she felt, Rhaenyra went to your room, which was next to hers, and confessed to you. It was embarrassing and a little awkward, but she was being sincere and it touched you.

You felt the same way about her too and it was eating you alive not being able to tell her, but she took the first step and you felt grateful. You didn't have any kind of experience, but you knew some things. The first kiss was sloppy and a little awkward, but it was understandable given the lack of experience between the two of you, but it was a precious moment,

You just kissed and hugged for a while, not knowing how to proceed. Until Daemon returns to King's Landing after winning the war in the Stepstones. You always liked your uncle, even though he caused a lot of trouble, he entertained you. And the feeling was mutual.

Daemon knew there was something between you and Rhaenyra, he very quickly noticed the looks and subtle touches you exchanged. It wasn't something platonic, he knew that and he wanted to know more.

During the night of Daemon's return, you had gone to Rhaenyra's room, as you always did, and there you found, along with her, some clothes left by your uncle and a note. Although your mind was full of doubts, you changed and followed your sister, who seemed excited for some reason.

Meeting up with Daemon, you explored a bit of King's Landing and before you knew it, you were in a brothel. You observed your surroundings with curiosity and interest, men and women doing intimate things.

When Daemon kissed Rhaenyra, you felt mixed feelings; surprise and jealousy being the biggest one. You would maybe scream at him when he kissed you, his experienced and strong lips yours, leaving you weak. You felt a desire rise within you.

His touches were strong and good, he knew what he was doing and you felt numb as he explored your body with his hands. Rhaenyra watched everything curiously. But something had changed inside him, as Daemon decided to stop touching you and left you and Rhaenyra alone in the brothel. You wanted to kill him here.

You and Rhaenyra returned to the Red Keep, sneaking out so you wouldn't be found and you both knew you wouldn't be able to sleep after witnessing what you saw. So, it was that night that you went further and had sex for the first time.

It wasn't something shy, but rather intimate. You had no experience, but it was good. Rhaenyra touched your body with care and her tongue loved your most sensitive parts, she quickly learned how to pleasure you. You reciprocated the pleasure as best you could, with your face buried between her legs, eliciting sighs and moans from her.

The following days were tortuous. Viserys had found out about your escapade and Daemon had been exiled and Rhaenyra was forced to marry Laenor. You would also have to get married, but your husband had not yet been chosen. Your sister's wedding was a painful time for you and her, the two of you constantly exchanging glances and Daemon had returned to the wedding, widowed and with your father's very reluctant permission, you and Daemon had gotten married.

After the wedding, you were forced to separate from Rhaenyra and you lived in Pentos with Daemon. You had learned to love your husband and he loved you, so it wasn't bad. Your heart ached to be away from your twin sister, but you were happy with your husband.

Daemon wasn't that bad, at least to you. He was loyal and treated you with kindness and respect, loving every part of you and comforting you when you were in pain. His kisses were more demanding and dominant, just like sex. Although very possessive and sometimes annoying, Daemon took care of you the best way he could.

Daemon had a lot of experience and knew how to please you, his fingers dipped between your legs and his mouth on your breasts or when he was buried in your heat he made you scream with pleasure.

You and Rhaenyra exchanged letters and a few years passed and children were born. You had two daughters with Daemon, twins, and Rhaenyra had had three sons. You met again at your cousin Laena's funeral, and a weight was lifted from your shoulders when she pulled you into a hug and held you, not wanting to let you go.

The three of you found yourself in a part away from all the whining and all the longing was broken. Words were exchanged, mainly between Daemon and Rhaenyra and when there was nothing more to be said, the clothes were removed and you made love on the floor, the longing prolonging the reunion.

Unbeknownst to you, while you were sleeping, Rhaenyra and Daemon met and actually talked. They knew they both loved you deeply and wanted you and were willing to cooperate and the best way was for you to get married in a traditional valyrian ceremony. With the plans made, Laenor was "eliminated".

You were shocked and saddened by your cousin's death, but you felt relieved because it now meant that Rhaenyra would be free.

During one afternoon, you, Daemon and Rhaenyra were married in a traditional valyrian ceremony, where you could be officially married. You became Rhaenyra's wife and she became yours and Daemon's. Finally you were complete and when the kiss was given, sealing the union, you knew there was more to this marriage.

The wedding with your uncle and sister would prove to be one of your fondest memories after the tragedy that followed over the next few years.

But for now, you would enjoy your possessive and protective husband and wife as much as you could, because only the gods know it won't be for long.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Part two of this fucking thing

‘Say no.’ The last words that Rio uttered echoed within your mind, only getting louder when you opened the door, only to be greeted by Agatha and some random teenager that she must’ve forced along with her.

‘Hello dearie!’ Agatha said cheerily but deep down you knew it was forced as everything within you was telling you to trust the beautiful woman from the night before, to trust her and that you’ll be safe from whatever that may lie ahead of you from here on out. You took offence to needing to be protected but whatever that woman wanted you to say no to was more dangerous than you could ever hope to imagine.

‘Say no!’ Rio’s voice echos louder this time, almost as though she was standing next to you as a weirdly demented guardian angel.

‘Hello Agatha, who’s this.’ You gestured to the tall teen next to her but she waved her hand before he could open his mouth to speak, instead resting her hand on your shoulder, welcoming herself and her estranged companion into your house and home without invitation.

‘No one of importance, yet at least.’ She tells you with a chuckle and you couldn’t help but look back at the kid who was staring at you starstruck, looking away only when he noticed that you were looking back at him. Did you know him from anywhere? No, you didn’t. You couldn’t remember much after Wanda’s hex nor even beyond that, but all you knew was that you babysitter her twins on serval occasions and that was all you were made to do, nothing more nothing less.

Yet if Rio was saying about you in her outburst was true, there maybe more to yourself then you originally thought, and seeing her so distraught that you thought of yourself as just a regular nobody only made you even more curious as to who it was that you were to her, but the problem was that you didn’t have any known ways of reaching her.

‘I got broken into last night.’ You blurted.

‘I’m sorry to hear that dearie-‘ Agatha began but you continued. ‘She said somethings that I thought were the ramblings of a madwoman,’ you looked straight at Agatha, who knew exactly who you were talking about and took her hand of your shoulder as though you burnt her and looked about the room as though Rio was going to appear once more. ‘She told me to say no.’ You finished.

‘Who?’ Teen asked. He couldn’t read your thoughts, they were…empty…quiet just like they were in the hex. It was a peace he’d never known but there was something’s that didn’t add up with your character.

You shrug. ‘A woman with dark hair, wielding a dagger and she had magic. I must’ve touched a nerve when I told her that I was nothing special.’

Agatha and teen looked at each other before looking at you. They knew something you didn’t but you didn’t have to wait long to get the answers you wanted. ‘Strange. I was attacked by the same woman.’ Agatha began. ‘She told me to leave you out of this, out of my plans and my…influence.’ She tells you as she shows you the injury near her collar bone. ‘Still overprotective of her little flower it seems.’ She adds under her breath.

‘What are you talking about, stop speaking in riddles about me and talk straight!’ You exclaimed.

‘If you want straight answers, ask a straight person,’ Agatha replied but you didn’t look amused and once again the smile on her lips dropped as she groaned. ‘I don’t have time for your amnesia story line! Will you join me on the witches road and regain your memories or not.’ She finally says what she’s been meaning to say the entire time.

Agatha knew Rio would be pissed if she saw you on the road, might even kill her in that case but she needed you on this road, you’ve been powerless and pathetic for far too long when she knows who you truly are! She wanted that version of you back and knows that deep down you are equally as desperate to get everything that was taken from you back, by force or whatever means necessary.

‘What do you say?’ Teen then asks, curious to your response himself as from what he could gather, you were quite the important figure in both Agatha and Rio’s lives once upon a time; especially so if they’re this desperate to get you to wake up.

SAY NO!

‘Yes. I’ll join.’

[hannamoon143]

Reach for the light

brothers best friend! lee minho x fem. reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

words: 3,2K

warnings: parents with anger issues, family issues, throwing up, crying, mention of being high, drunk, injury, anxiety, panick

summary: Y/n is lost, trying to get away from her future, drowning out reality with parties and alcohol. But one day something happens, and she breaks. She wants her brother to pick her up, calling him while being a sobbing, drunk mess. But not her brother picks up. Instead it's her brothers best friend minho...

Another drink, another party, another waste of time. You knew that this was exactly what it was as you were standing at the bar, getting more drinks for you and your friends. You stumbled over to them again, laughing and handing everyone their drinks. You weren’t sober anymore. And you also weren’t five drinks ago. And maybe, just maybe you were a bit high too. But you were laughing, dancing with your friends, if you could call them that. It was taking your mind off things, you could say. And you were more than thankful for that.

You would lie if you’d say you liked how your life was going right now. But things weren’t that easy. Your parents were almost never home but if they were, you preffered to be somewhere else. You didn’t remember a time where they didn’t fight. And if you’d get between them, it didn’t look good for you. Anger issues came with a lot of broken things, yelling and sometimes injuries. And what were you to do? You had finished school, and most of your so called friends headed off to university, or made a year abroad. But you? Your grades from school were shit anyways, but now you would never have to care about them again. You should most probably start looking at universities. People always said to you: It’s okay to take a year off before going to university or deciding what to do now,you have time. Did you? You had no idea what to do. Also not next year, and the year after. What did you want to work? Where did you want to live? You knew that it was stupid,and childish, you weren’t naive. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your parents would never be proud of you anyways, no matter what you would study, or work, and it was just easier to be careless.

But unfortunately there was your older brother hyunjin too. You loved him yes but, since you’ve been little kids he always protected and looked out for you, because noone else did. He didn’t push you to make decisions though.  And he had a best friend, minho. They always were friends, since you can think. You didn’t like each other that much, more just tolerating each other, altough sometimes you got into fights. But still he seemed to be protective over you, you thought that it was most probably because hyunjin told him to or something.

You always told your brother that you were going to a friends house. There wasn’t a reason to lie to him, but somehow it just made you feel better when he was not worried or knew what you were making out of your life. You could never tell if he believed you or saw right through your lies and just didn’t say anything.

So here you were, totally drunk and a bit high again. You didn’t go out without a reason this time. Your parents had a fight when you got home from school, and stupid like you were you tried to stop them from destroying their own whole house. A vase was thrown at you in the process. But who cared? Another scar less or more didn’t matter now. And if you were drunk it was easier to ignore it too. It was just a scar across your cheek, and you simply told your friend that you tripped and fell on a rock. It was so easy when everyone believed the first answer you told them.

Your friends were yelling over the loud music something about that they would go somewhere, but you didn’t quite understand it. You just nodded. The music was getting louder by any second, sounding weirdly slurred. Your dress suddenly felt way too tight and you wanted to get out of here. Everything spinned. You only saw a weird guy approaching you when he was already really close. Your vision was blurred and you couldn’t quite focus, but you were still able to see that he must be very drunk too. You tried to walk off, where you guessed the exit was. But the man laid an arm around your waist and pulled you close. It made you feel nauseous and sick, the contact also feeling a bit to much like home, it was strong, possesive and angry. You mumbled some apologies that you needed to leave now and tried to free yourself from his tight grip.

„Hey hey hey, sweetie why would you leave? It’s so early, and you don’t look like you had much fun here yet.“ The guy said in a disgusting voice with a chuckle. You didn’t know what to do now. You told him, louder this time, that he should let you go. He only chuckled, gripping you tighter. You didn’t know what to do now. It was crowded everywhere around you, but noone seemed to notice anything. You were starting to panick, the walls closing in on you. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the panick, that gave you the strength to shake off his arm, and you were stepping away, but you didn’t expect what he did then. You thought he’d probably just give up and go to someone else, but he reached forward, grabbing you by your neck really, really hard. You yelped in pain, and you didn’t have a good balance anymore, since you were drunk yourself, so you fell backwards.

Now people were starting to look, and the guy got uncomfortable and quickly stumbled away. Noone tried to stop him. A few people were looking at you, but noone helped you. Your body didn’t quite know the danger was gone now. Tears welled up in your eyes. Shakily you stood up, your neck hurting really bad. You couldn’t stand the people looking at you, and you heard a few people whisper „Isn’t that hyunjins little sister?“ You made your way through the dancing crowd until you were finally somewhere outside. Tears were streaming down your face, probably ruining your make up completely. But you couldn’t care less.

 Now the cold air hit you, and you shakily pulled out your phone. It took a bit time until you found the right contact, your vision and body not letting you forget you were drunk and totally wasted. You tapped the call button to your brother. You paced forth and back on the little road, trying not to fall down or pass out.You promised to yourself never to get high again. Finally someone picked up. You were hoping your brother was home.

„H-Hyunjin? P-please i know i shouldn’t call th-this hour but i can’t… please come get me, i don’t know wher i am, and…and i just can’t-„ you tried to talk normal, but failed terribly. Your voice came out in messy sobs, your voice sounding hoarse.

You froze when you heard the voice on the other end.

„Y/n? where the fuck are you and why do you sound drunk.“ It wasn’t your brothers voice. It sounded like minho. You looked at your phone. It was your brothers number, why did he pick up.

„M-minho… Forget that i called i’ll c-call someone else“

„The fuck you won’t. If you don’t tell me where you are right now and why you sound like a crying mess i will find out myself.“

„I- i don’t know… a party, somewhere i- i can’t… don’t know“ You sobbed, not really knowing what you even mean to say. „Please just, tell my brother i- to g..get me“ you sobbed.

„Y/n, send me your location, and i’ll come get you. Dont go anywhere.“ He said in a firm but kinda soft voice. Before you could protest he hung up the call. You didn’t know what else to do right now so you sent minho your location.

Meanwhile you stood there, at the lonely road, a dark forrest next to you. You felt cold, disgusting and all you wanted to do right now, was to take a shower and sleep for a long time. You replayed the night in your head, still feeling the man’s hand on your neck.

When minho’s car pulled up on the road you were sitting on the  side of the road, your arms wrapped around yourself, trying to warm yourself up, staring into nowwhere. Minho wanted to yell, to scold you for sitting in the cold, for most probably being entirely wasted but when he saw you something in him clicked. Your messy hair, ruined mascara and the horrified look on your face… He jumped out his car, running over to you, crouching down next to you.

„Y/n, hey are you hurt?“ He scanned your body for any injuries. You stood up without another word, but you stumbled, everything spinning again. Minho was quick to stand up to and steady you . „God how much did you drink y/n.“He mumbled.

You only said „Let’s go home.“ And wanted to go towards the car but he held you back. You flinched, the contact reminding you oft he guy. Minho noticed it immediately. „I’m sorry, did i hurt you?“ he apologized, altough he knew that couldn’t have hurt you, his grip on your wrist was light. Yous hook your head, but continued staring at his hand on your wrist. He slowly let it fall. „Hey y/n talk to me, what is even going on hm? Yes you were partying, wich doesn’t really seem like you but what happened that got you sobbing like i heard you on the phone? Do i need to kill someone?“

You looked down on the ground. „No i just got tired, i’m fine.“

„You cried so hard cause you got tired? Come on. Y/n, seriously if you aren’t going to tell me what the heck happened i’m jsut gonna tell your brother that you did some shit and he better has an eye on you from now on.“ He said, firm but still soft.

You didn’t know what you could do other ways. If you wouldnt tell minho, he would probably find out somewhere and maybe your parents would find out that you’ve been going to parties, getting drunk isntead of studying the whole time, even when you were still at school. You were drunk, tired, scared and the excitement that being drunk and partying brought you was washed away. You couldn’t stand it anymore. So something in you clicked at his words.

„It’s just… i was at that party and i g-got drunk and my friends went somewhere else b-but i didn’t come with them, and then this guy…“ your voice broke.

Minho’s eyes darkened immediately

„Y/n what guy.“

„H-he grabbed me and didn’t want to let me go and it reminded me of m-my parents a-and then i finally pulled away but h-he grabbed my by my neck and it hurt really bad and i fell backwards a-and-„ You didn’t realize you started crying again. You just couldn’t hold it together anymore. You didn’t even mean to tell minho of the thing with you parents, not knowing if your brother told him of the situation with them. But you didn’t care now. Everything was to much, to overwhelming.

Minho seemed like he wanted to murder someone. Wich he in fact wanted.

„Did that bastard hurt you?“ he said in a scaringly calm voice.But you knew better and heard the rage behind it. You said you were fine but out of reflexes you touched the spot he grabbed you. Minho took a step closer, careful to not scare you. He gently grabbed your shoulders. „Y/n, please let me look at it.“ He was trying to be calm. You just nodded weakly. He gently brushed your hair to the side and when he saw the purple bruises he felt like throwing up. He immediately took a step back,clenching his fists.

„Y/n-‘‘

“No please minho i-i know i should have been more careful, i-‘‘you tried to get something out, trembling in fear, and also from the cold. You thought the anger was pointed towards yourself.

„I’m gonna fucking kill that guy.“ He hissed, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was clenching his fists together.

You looked up from the ground. You saw him turning to the building where obviously the party was. No he wasn’t going in right? Please not.As he took a step forward, you also did, causing to stumble again, and falling directly into his arms again. He noticed your trembling. „Please don’t go in there minho please that guy is not worth it.“

He stared at you for a long time, then letting out a long exhale as if he’s been holding his breath the entire time. He sighs and suddenly takes his jacket off, handing it to you.

„You’ll catch a cold in that dress.“ he just said, helping you put it on. You thanked him silently.

His eyes lingered on you for another moment, and then he just wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you to his car. The touch didn’t feel like the one from the man, or your parents. It wasn’t violently, or angry and making you feel small. It was gentle, making you feel seen. You felt like you experienced this kind of touch the first time.

Minho opened the car door for you, buckling your seatbelt, and then getting into the car on the drivers side. As you were finally sitting, embraced from the warmth of the car you let yourself fall apart once again. Minho quietly started driving, and you closed your eyes, your head leaning against the window. A few more silent tears were spilling through though. It wasn’t just the night this time, it was your whole situation, your whole life in the past months. Minho looked at you, sighing.

„Hey…“ he gently reached out with one  of his hands, wiping the tears away to your surprise. „Is it because of your parents? Hyunjin told me that things haven’t been too good lately. He is really worried about you.“

„…It’s i dont know… yes, but also i just feel like i don’t know what to do. I don’t have friends like you are a friend to hyunjin. A friend i could go to when things get hard. My parents would laugh at me and tell me that they have bigger problems, and other than that? Who can i talk to? What does really matter? Does it matter if i get drunk or sleep at night? Does it matter if i go to university or work or do nothing now?“

„You know, you could talk to me.“ He stated. You didn’t know what to answer. But as you tried to think of something to say a gross feeling bubbled up in your stomach. „Minho please stop somewhere there.“ You said, holding your mouth. He ooked over at you, and as he saw what was going on, he quickly stopped at the side of the road. You quickly got out of the car, throwing up into some bushes. Your knees threatened to give in. Of course minho saw it. He quickly came over to you, holding your hair back, and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

When you were done you felt like passing out.

„hey, sit down, you still look pale.“ Minho softly said, guiding you back to the car. You sat back in, closing your eyes. He didn’t start driving yet. He just patiently waited in his own seat, letting the door open, in case you were still nauseous. You felt his hand brushing your hair back in a soothing manner. „Why did you come? You don’t even like me that much.“

He looked at you confused. „What on earth would make you think i don’t like you?“

„I don’t know, you never really were that nice or i don’t know…“

„I am not that good at showing my emotions. That’s something i’ve always been insecure about, but i can’t do anything about it. And hyunjin kinda always told me since we were kids that he would haunt everyone that touches his sister.“ Minho chuckled a bit. „So i guess i just acted like we were siblings too, and somehow got kinda protective too i don’t know. I’ve always liked you y/n. And to the question why i came, you were calling, sobbing and sounding wasted. Did you really think i would have just left you like this?“ You felt minhos soft gaze on you, his hand still brushing through your hair. You opened your eyes, turning to the side and looking at him. Did he really care about you…?

„i guess i never knew that you liked me that much.“ You said, half jokingly, but it wasn’t a joke.

„I guess so.“ he said very quiet. His hand wasn’t brushing through your hair anymore. Instead it was lingering on your cheek. That single moment felt like forever. Maybe it was a few seconds, or a few hours. You couldn’t tell. Everything that existed in this moment was his warm gaze laying on you, his hand on your cheek, the comforting words from earlier still lingering in the air. You felt as if this little moment was fixing something inside of you. Maybe things weren’t as lost as you saw them. Maybe  you just needed help, help that you couldn’t get until now.

Of course no decision couldn‘thave been made that night in the car, and also not after, when minho took you to his place, letting you sleep there, and making you breakfast at the morning.

But from now on things were different. You were lost before. Lost in a dark hole where your parents, school and your own thoughts had pushed you into But minho found you. He was the only light in that hole. And he reached out for your hand. And after a bit hesitation you took it.And he was slowly dragging you out that hole, never letting go.

You two would meet up often, soon being friends as good as minho was friends with your brother.

And soon you would figure things out. With minhos help and support you vaguely found a dream. You wanted to study journalism.

Eventually one year later when you would get an E-Mail that was accepting you at the university that you dreamed of, you would drive to minho without another thought, and he would be the most excited for you. You two would celebrate so much, that even a kiss would be shared. And then, you seemed to have reached your dream. You weren’t scared of your future anymore. Instead you welcomed it. Everyday, no matter if it was a good one, or sometimes a worse one.

And something else. To have love. Not only being loved by someone, a feeling you craved for too long, also loving the one that loved you.

And who knows what the future would bring? Maybe marriage with the guy who found you when you were lost. Maybe some cats with him, and maybe even kids. But no matter what. You had him and he had you. And as long as it was like this, things would be okay.

[lucy90712]

HEYYYYY CAN I PLS PLS PLS request the same football guys on ur period headcanon with a clumsy gf that js always falls and hits things and very careless with their body and stuff

Gavi: 

- To begin with it scared Pablo how clumsy you were he always notices a few new bruises on you every time he sees you and he just worries that you will seriously hurt yourself one day and he doesn't want to see that as he doesn't like to see you in pain 

- As time goes on he gets used to it and he knows that your clumsiness is just part of you and it's something he learns to love especially the little noises you make as you trip up or accidentally knock something over 

- You are always apologising when you accidentally knock over something or walk into something in Pablo's house and every time he tells you that there's no need for you to apologise but he will never be able to change that habit as everyone else in your life expects apologise for you just being the way you are 

- Pablo develops a sixth sense almost about when you are going to hurt yourself whenever you go anywhere he can just tell if you will trip over something so he tries his best to stop it happening but he can't always intervene in time but he's always there to help you up or make you feel less embarrassed 

- Sometimes Pablo protects you without realising he's doing it if you are both in the kitchen and you are bent down getting something from a cupboard Pablo will put his hand above your head so when you come back up your head hits his hand instead of the counter 

Pedri: 

- Pedri gets used to your clumsiness pretty quickly he's met plenty of people who are a bit clumsy although you are worse than all of them combined at times but that doesn't put him off as he just loves you for you 

- He likes to make jokes about your clumsiness at times but whenever he's injured you always come right back at him and that usually stops his teasing as he knows your not wrong both of you can be a bad as each other when it comes to injuries 

- Seeing as you are both quite often hurt in some way you do a lot of taking care of each other you always help Pedri with his recovery and give him massages to help his muscles and he's always cleaning your cuts or putting cream on your bruises to help them heal faster 

- He doesn't like to see you hurt especially if something hurts you a bit more than normal and causes a few tears that really upsets him as he doesn't like to see you in so much pain he always wishes he could completely take away all the pain you feel but he can't so instead he just comforts you when your hurt 

- As much as he hates seeing you in pain he weirdly loves your clumsiness it makes you unique and he loves getting to the end of the day and hearing about all of the silly things you've done throughout the day like walking into your desk that you sit at every day it always brightens his day the way you can laugh at the stupid things you do 

Jude: 

- When you first start dating and seeing more of each other Jude notices that you always come round with new bruises and straight away he worries that someone is hurting you when you go home but he doesn't mention it to begin with as he doesn't want to trigger you 

- One day when you turn up with a burn on your hand from your hair straightener he can't hold back his worries any longer and he sits you down and asks you seriously if you are ok or if anyone is hurting you that's when you explain that you are just clumsy and you tell him where all of your bruises and other injures are from which calms him down 

- Once he knows that you are ok and that no one is hurting you he feels a lot better but he's still worried that you are able to do all of this to yourself but you reassure him that you are fine and it's something you've lived with your whole life which again makes him feel a bit less worried as he knows that you are used to it all

- From that day onwards he decided that he wants to do everything that he can to protect you so that you don't end up with as many bruises because he hates to see your legs and arms covered in them 

- When he's with you he always makes sure that you don't walk into things or trip on things it's not easy as somehow you always find a way to walk into doorframes or trip on seemingly nothing but he does his best to keep you safe but if he can't he will always put bandages on your injures so that you don't make them worse 

Joao: 

- Joao can be clumsy at times and some days he's worse than others but you are like 10x worse than he is pretty much constantly most of the time you can't go the whole day without doing something anyone else would consider clumsy but you just consider it normal life 

- When you moved in with Joao he was already well aware of your clumsiness so he pretty much baby proof the house so he makes sure there isn't rugs anywhere you would walk everyday and any furniture with sharp corners have protection on them so you can't hurt yourself if you walk into them 

- To minimise the chance of serious injury Joao won't let you do anything that involves getting on a ladder without him there and even anything that involves using a sharp knife he doesn't like you to do alone but you don't mind as it means you get to do those things together which makes them more fun 

- When you have people over you try and be extra careful as you don't want to embarrass yourself but one day Joao has some people over and you accidentally trip while carrying groceries which makes his friends laugh but he gets straight up to check on you and make sure you are ok and aren't embarrassed because he truly cares about you 

- He then has to explain that you are just clumsy but that he loves that about you and his friends quickly move on from laughing especially when he tells them that you will always try harder not to seem so clumsy around other people 

Hector: 

- Hector is quick to notice that you are always tripping over things and sometimes nothing other than your own two feet when you go to his your trip on the rug every time and when you go out places any uneven part of the pavement will get you 

- Once he notices the pattern he moves the rug in his place because he doesn't want you to trip every time you come and see him especially because he sees the way you blush every time and he knows you get embarrassed and he cares a lot more about you than a rug which is just there for decoration 

- Whenever you go anywhere together he makes sure that he is always holding your hand so he can either steer you round uneven parts in the pavement or hold you up if you do trip so that you don't fall 

- You often worry that Hector won't want to be seen with you especially as he becomes more well known as you think he won't want to be associated with someone who can't stand on their own two feet properly as his teammates will make fun of him or fans will make fun him for being with you 

- Hector doesn't care at all about being seen with you he is more than happy to show you off because he loves you even if people judge him for it that won't change his feelings and he definitely won't stand for people making fun of you so he will block people on social media who make fun of you 

Marc:

- There are times that Marc doesn't know how you haven't broken a bone before he's always expecting you to be at the hospital on your nighttime FaceTime calls on the days you don't see each other but it hasn't happened yet in the years he's known you 

- He likes to joke with you and ask what new injuries you have every time he talks to you but as much as he jokes around he really does care about you so if you were to ever really hurt yourself he would be so upset or even if you just get sick of being clumsy he is always there to comfort you 

- When he's with you he does everything he can to stop you getting hurt as he never likes seeing you hurt he becomes really protective when it comes to you if he could fight the floor after it trips you up he would but he can't so instead he just tries his best to make sure you are ok 

- On the off chance he can't intervene before you hurt yourself he will baby you and take care of you for the rest of the day you won't have to lift a finger so there's no chance that you can't do anymore damage to your body 

- Even if he's not with you if you tell him that you accidentally cut yourself even if it doesn't hurt he will invite himself over to take care of you as he can't have his girlfriend hurting without him being there he has to be there to cuddle you and make you feel better 

[princess-glassred]

Au where Butch and Sonia get married and now Henry and Eddie gotta be step siblings, and they both suffer greatly because of it.

You might think Butch and Sonia would be terrible for each other, and have nothing in common, but you'd be wrong. They are actually weirdly into each other for various reasons. Butch likes a woman who will baby him and take care of him like a mom (he's traditional in the worst way). While Sonia likes a big scary police officer as her hubby cause it means he can constantly protect Eddie when he's out and about. He day drinks, she binge eats, and they both never get off the couch or stop watching tv. The only real conflict of interest between them is parenting styles, but Butch doesn't really care to discipline a kid that isn't his and Sonia doesn't give a shit about Butch abusing Henry unless he starts doing to to Eddie.

Henry and Eddie were very angry when they found out who their parents were dating, but Henry's dad doesn't give a shit what Henry thinks and Eddie's mom insists butch will be good for Eddie. Now that Henry and Eddie live together their dynamic is very Rodrick and Greg Heffley. You'd also probably assume Henry would abuse Eddie alot now that they live together but aside from typical older brother bullshit Henry leaves him alone. He prefers to bully him outside the house, mostly because, and he would never ever admit this, he's a little terrified of Sonia (she's a fucking massive 40 year old woman, and even if he did fight back Butch would beat Henry for it later).

Speaking of beatings, Henry notes that it's odd how Butch doesn't beat Sonia like he beat his mother. It appears Butch seems aware that with Sonia he's got a good thing going, and she's also bigger than him so she could probably kick his ass if he wanted, so he doesn't hit her. On the other hand, Eddie notes that the way she coddles butch is disturbingly similar to how she coddles him, but he's DEFINETLY not gonna unpack the implications of that shit.

Henry would never admit it, but a teeny tiny part of him is kinda bummed that Sonia doesn't care about him. Maybe it was a pipe dream, but for a hot minute he considers it might be nice to have a mother. Unfortunately, if you thought Sonia was a bad mother, just wait till you see her as a step mother. Even though Henry is an abuser himself, if this was cinderella he would not doubt be the one cooking and cleaning all day. At the wedding Sonia purpofully ignores him and leaves him out of all the pictures.

Eddie and Henry have not acclimated to living together very well, Eddie particularly hates when Sonia INSISTS Eddie calls Henry his brother. Because of that he'll sometimes go in Henry's room and be like "MY mother says dinner is ready, and she asks me to come get you because you're NOT my brother.". The fact they have to share a bathroom now only makes it worse, because Henry is unsurprisingly gross as fuck. His rooms a pigstye too, and his mom forces Eddie to help Henry clean it from time to time.

That's the only chore Sonia will ever let Eddie do, Butch has tried to force Eddie to help on the farm but Sonia hates it so he just lets him get away with not working. Henry finds that super unfair, but any complaints about this makes his dad threaten him so he keeps quiet until he can pummel Eddie for it later. Family dinners are super awkward, because Henry and Eddie don't really wanna talk to each other even on good days. That's fine for their parents because they constantly are so wrapped up in whatever gross flirting they're doing at the table to notice their sons silence or vehemnt digust with them. And don't even get me started on how awkward it is when they invite their friends over.

At the end of the day though, despite how much Henry and Eddie loathe each other for many valid and not so valid reasons, and their resistance to ever accept each other as family, there are a few... odd moments here and there. Fleeting moments where their parents are acting crazy, and they lock eyes, and there is a quick flash of understanding, and possibly even a bit of sympathy.

[generational-atrophy]

Can you do headcanon about 2p russia with s/o with golden retriver energy?

2p! hetalia russia with a golden retriver s/o

0.8k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: yuri is not a . perfect boyfriend

a/n: SORRY GUYS . i want to write more but my life is a continuous train wreck. im doing my best. i care about u all so much :sob:

- This dynamic would be a classic, a ray of sunshine and a ray of darkness. Except, I would say that no matter how upbeat you are, Yuri can bring you down.

- When you two first met, he was incredibly... rude. He saw how excitable you are, and his immediate reaction was to try to break that spirit by whatever means possible. Of course, he didn't do this just to be mean. He sees your kindness as a weakness.

- Yuri does not like weak people.

- But if you keep up that manic puppy energy despite his protests, he'll start to see it differently. Yes, you're overly caring, but you can't be brought down as easily as he's seen others fall.

- That's what got him interested at first. If you can withstand his incessant verbal abuses, then clearly you're stronger than he thought. So that gets him thinking, why? Now he's curious.

-  He wouldn't apologize for his past behaviour but would start trying to be nicer, at least. And as you warm up more to him, he warms up to you.

- Once he gets to know you, his attitude completely switches. Before, he would've smacked that dopey smile off your face in a heartbeat, but now, he'd do anything to protect it.

- Suddenly, it seems like everything in your life is going wrong in (admittedly minor) ways that only he can fix. Your sink doesn't work? Guess who was already in the neighbourhood. Yuri was, and every second he doesn't spend complaining about being used for free labour will be used for trying to suppress his stupid smile.

- He'd never let you see him be sensitive like that. Never when you're just friends, and only sometimes when you're dating. Sometimes it's like talking to a brick wall!

- If you try talking about your feelings towards him, he'll run in the other direction.

- It's unlikely that he'd confess first, but even so, he'd like to ask you out before you ask him! And if you try getting more emotional about it, he'll just try desperately to avoid you.

- He has the emotional intelligence of a potato and the social battery of a TV remote. So your endless positivity... freaks him the hell out.

- But if you two figure it out, he'd be a surprisingly ok boyfriend other than the fact that he won't accompany you to any social gathering.

- (If he does, he'll just be your weird scary dog that follows you around. He is not doing any socialising of his own and he is asking to leave before 6 pm to watch the news.)

- Yuri has quite a temper, but it's rarely directed towards you. He'll scream at the TV every day, but only scream at you once a month when he's drunk.

- He's weirdly patient when it comes to your feverish excitement. You bouncing around the house, singing songs, and generally acting like a fairy, can't even force his head out of his book.

- In fact, some of the only times he'll ever smile, is at your postivity. When he sees you nearly cry at a video of a puppy growing up, he chuckles to himself and acts like he just finds it childish. But really, he's gonna be thinking about that moment the rest of the day.

- Plus, he thinks it's pretty cute if you dress all bright too. You, with your loud summer clothing, versus his dollar store goth aesthetic, creates a picture that he likes a lot.

- If you ever got overly excited and broke anything, Yuri wouldn't be mad. He'll scold you like he would a child, but he's pretty excited to have something to fix.

- He does draw the line at indulging in your wild impulses. No, he won't take you nor let you go on a random cross-country road trip. That's how people get murdered, you know?

- Also, he'll always say no to buying you anything, but end up caving later. If you ask for a plushie, he'll tell you they're for children, but then you'll wake up to find that plushie in his place in bed.

- You make him soft. Not actually soft, but soft for Yuri.

- Because of that, you're not coming to anything that has people he knows. Then they'll see how... weak you make him! He has a reputation. Whenever you're in public, he immediately becomes very cruel and demanding because of this.

- He's a little embarrassed not just about how much control you have over him, but also because... you were never who he pictured spending his life with. He always wanted some traditional marriage with two depressed people who hate each other, but now he's HAPPY? Horrible.

- But you do make him feel young. Now he can't bear the thought of anything happening to you, so he's not gonna leave anytime soon.

- So, basically, GOLDEN RETRIEVER PARTNER. You can do better. But if you make it through all of his desperate attempts to keep everyone at arm’s length… it’ll be at least a little worth it.

[nemzd]

Purification and Order in a plave no diffrent then hell~

Part:01 /??

You were praying, like any child of the lord would. You were peacefully praying and prasing the Lord in your prayers when suddenly a weird head was poking from the celling.Even though you saw the entity you just continued your prayers and closed yours.. which shocked the entity.. but he had a small smirk, seeming well.. pleased in a way... the entity waited til your prayers were done.. then you spoke..

You: State your business, otherwise leave this house immidieatly.

....

???: You speak very weirdly Mortal... but you seem to speak with Authority... oh well, your no diffrent from the other sinners, so just die..

He pulls out a scythe and pointed it at you, you looked unfazed at him as his scythe was pointed, and right when he was about to slice you in half you.. began to glow.. and you smilled. You finally opened your eyes.. and saw.. a being.. that resembled a .. Angel?... You were slightly alerted.. of the Angel Entity.

???:.. God has left heaven.. but is in the presence of this human?..WHY!??!

...

You just looked at him in shock.. what did he speak about ? God would never leave heaven alone and this is something he would promise!

As you had those thoughts the Angel Entity grabbed your wrist and said.

???: I will take you to heaven and the Lord will finally return!

...

He said so with a crazed face and you couldnt even think a thought before a hit to your neck was given and you fell unconcious....

???: How could the Lords presence be with a simple useless and sinful mortal... .. once this mortal wakes up... this person will have to answer some question when I return in heaven.

...

All you saw was.. black.. nothing could be seen.. but then you woke up and jerked up opening your eyes and as sweat fell down your face, you looked around the place you have been put and saw chains around your wrist and you seemed to be in a room, on a bed ... high dosis of light and honestly a bit to much white on the walls but it was safe to say that you were nervous to say what was going to happen to you but your faith in the lord was strong which is why you stayed strong.

After some time.. someone knocked..... you were very nervous and had small dosis of fear, you quickly begged for the lords mercy and protection over you...

???: Under normal circumstances I would have said to safe your prayers as the lord has left heaven... but you seem to be quite the blessed individual.. more so then us..

You just looked at the being... he also was in some way ... a bit radiating?... But you paid no mind to it...

You:... Who are you and where am I?

The diffrent Angel Entity just looked at you and then began to talk...

???:.. My name is Archangel Micheal.. one of the 3 Seraphs of heaven.. and you.. are in heaven, blessed chosen mortal from the Lord.

....

You just looked schocked at the...Angel?... this was.. Archangel Micheal.. the one who fought and kicked out Satan from heaven itself... Micheal.. The Angel of Light.

~

(Cliffhanger!)

First of all I dont know the whole Story so sorry if there are some errors in the narratives, but I hope its just about right. If this story does get attention from you all, I will continue to write another part for the Story and so on as the idea

Also I wanted to write a long time so I hope ya enjoyed this story, have fun and if ya want more of this just ask for it.

[anonymous-dentist]

I want more people to talk about how Roier and Jaiden are not besties anymore. If they ever truly were. Everyone’s like “oh familoier, Jaiden Roier and cellbit are such an iconic trio. You got a man his husband and his partner!” But like Roier and Jaiden do not have that connection anymore. I’m unsure if they would even think about sharing to each other about their deepest secrets like they did back then. Plus the whole lack of trust between Jaiden and cellbit that goes both ways. I think the fandom wants him to care so much about her Bc of Roier but like. She’s not even that high on his list anymore and I think cellbit can tell.

To be clear. I would love them to all get along. I would love family dinners. And visits to Bobby’s grave together. And Jaiden helping Melissa with her makeup. I would’ve loved for cellbit to offer her a room in the castle like he did to mouse but like. Even mouse was a stranger when cellbit offered it to her. Their connection is more estranged than a strangers.

I can’t even think of anything that would bring Roier and jaidens friendship back to the bond it was.

And it's absolutely heartbreaking because Jaiden was Roier's best friend for so fucking long. But then Bobby died, and she didn't see room for herself in Roier's life anymore.

She's always had problem with her self-esteem and self-worth. She never really seemed to include herself in Roier's life. She was Bobby's mother, and she legitimately didn't see a purpose for herself after Bobby died. She looked at Roier and saw all those friends of his, friends he quite literally didn't consider his friends outside of Cellbit, and she went. Well. He doesn't need me anymore.

He was the first person she showed Bobby Fields to, and he followed her around all that night trying to protect her from Cucurucho.

But after the wedding, they really haven't talked much. She thinks he's happy now that he has Cellbit, so she's been hanging out with other people. He doesn't need her anymore.

But he and Cellbit were the first to finally notice her missing, and Roier's immediate response was "We need to save her".

But, weirdly enough, the last time they really have had any sort of conversation was at the election dinner in I think August. This was after he spent the debates cheering her on as she moderated, but it was before she really properly started getting manipulated by the Federation via the :) Units (aka the Cucuruchos.)

They saw the Code Bobby and Jaiden stayed by him while Roier immediately realized it wasn't his son and left to get his items from his corpse from earlier. They haven't talked about it since.

They haven't really spoken at all since then. It's gotten to the point where, when thinking of people Roier knew he could count on, it was "Me and Cellbit against the world" where, even just a few months ago before the elections, Roier would've counted her as one of the people he 100% had in his corner.

He says hi when she logs in, and she says hi back, but I don't know if she's seen every building in Bobby's City, or if she's visited Bobby's grave, and I don't think Roier has seen Jaiden's new house or even her new wings.

And it's sad because they were so close when Bobby was alive. Jaiden is currently the only person on that island who knows about his betrayal. They shared a house. I think they even shared a bed on the first floor. She's one of the few people to know about his basement storage system. He was the first person to get to see Bobby Fields, and he remains as one of only four or so people she's ever actually invited to see it.

But the thing is... Jaiden hasn't really ever believed herself worthy of being his best friend the way he considered her his best friend. First, she felt bad about using all his extra gear and living in his house and eating his food. Then, she saw all these people showing up to "save Bobby" and she thought they were there for him and not for her despite them being there for the both of them. She saw Cellbit and thought, well, Roier doesn't need me anymore. And now that he's married to Cellbit and she's being manipulated by the Cucuruchos (and she knows that she's being manipulated, thank you), she probably thinks and knows that she can't trust him with the fact that she's friends with the Cucuruchos because he'll just tell Cellbit about it. She can't trust him anymore, and it's been so long since he's seen her that he might not trust her, either.

[hmshermitcraft]

wels x grian || theme: pets || extra: autistic wels (bc im projecting)

“Would you like to get a cat?”

“No. They smell.”

“Oh.” Grian was taken aback by Wels’ bluntness. He knew his partner wasn’t being mean on purpose, but Grian was still getting used to the matter of fact way Welsknight preferred to communicate.

Wels turned around to Grian once he finished sewing a banned back together. “We do live in seperate bases, love. You can get yourself a cat.”

“What about a dog?” Grian chirped happily. He knew Wels liked dogs, he loved playing with their friends’ pet dogs.”

“No, no, they shed too much. Grian, please listen, if you want any pets you can get however many you want, I just don’t want to live with any right now.”

“What… but you look after everyone else’s dogs all the time!” Grian was growing exasperated with his partner.

“Grian, listen to me.” Wels snapped, stepping closer to Grian and leaning over him. “I don’t want a pet like a dog or cat because they are very overwhelming for me to have around all of the time. All the time I spend looking after other hermit’s pets is organised, planned and outside of my home. If you want a pet, then get yourself a pet. I can come and help look after it with you but I do not want to live with a pet.”

Grian frowned, “You don’t get it.”

Wels sighed and sat down, letting Grian come and sit in his lap. “What am I not understanding, Grian? You know I am not good at reading between the lines.”

“I want us… to move in together, and I want us to have something to look after together.”

“Why didn’t you just say that, prince?”

“I…” Grian went red with embarrassment, “I don’t know.” He started to cry, but also burst into laughter. “This was so silly, I don’t know why I can’t just say things straight up rather than dancing around the issue.”

Wels sighed light heartedly, “I don’t know either.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “So, you want to move in together? And get some kind of a pet?”

“…yes. If you’re ok with that.”

“Hmm… I think we can make it work.”

And so they did. They spent a few months getting their shared home sorted and moved into, including a house warming party with all the hermits, and there they finally landed on the perfect pet for them.

“Morning, Bowser.” Wels grinned down at their baby tortoise who was just waking up and walking over to lay under his heat lamp. “How did you sleep?” the tortoise made a quiet squeak in response, “Sounds nice. I’ll get you some breakfast, Bowser.”

A tortoise was their perfect pet. He was weirdly very nice to hold, which was a shock to Grian, and he was almost as introverted as Wels himself. The three of them would often sit in silence, Bowser on their large desk while Wels sewed and Grian drew up building plans.

Grian had never expected a tortoise to be such a good pet, but he had been willing to compromise for Wels and… maybe he loved Bowser even more than Wels, considering he showed off pictures of him to other hermits like a proud dad.

-🌻

Grain likes to tease Wels by comparing him to the turtle. They both have their protective shells, and they enjoy lounging around in the warm sun. It makes sense that he's perfect for Wels. And if he's perfect for Wels, then he's perfect for Grain too!

It taught them some important lessons for communicating with each other as well, and they still use the things they've learnt now! Wels has gotten better at figuring out when Grian is inadvertently speaking around what he wants, and tells him so. Grian has gotten better at just saying what he wants.

Neither of them have gotten better at not spoiling Bowser, though... The most pampered tortoise there is.

[an-au-blog]

I have a horrible au idea...

cw: mention of human experimentation, child abuse, violence, panic attacks etc

(if anyone writes this pls send me link or tag me or something)

Modern au (with the og 5) where the strawhats are true crime content creators and like to dig in old cases, visit "haunted houses" and urban legends.

When one day they start looking at the Vinsmoke family's child disappearance case. There was almost no evidence and the Vinsmokes weren't even the ones who filed in the missing persons report. It was one of the private tutors they had. He was fired afterwards. The case was deemed a cold case and officially closed. The Vinsmokes moved to Germany and left a huge mansion behind. No one wanted to buy or maintain it. Many thought that they covered it up. There were too many oddities around the family.

So obviously Luffy decided to break into their old mansion. It's been almost 10 years since they moved. So they didn't expect any inhabitants.

They found the top floors abandoned and dusty (as expected). Creaking and spiders on the walls only added to the uneasy feeling that a standard haunted mansion vibe. The lower floors looked like someone actually came once in a while but they thought it's because a lot of people came here on dares or like them: for content.

What they weren't expecting was to hear noises from the cellar. Or attic? Whatever was down there... it was behind a wall and it sounded like crying. They couldn't find a way to bust down the walls but Nami and Usopp found the crack of the entrance and they cranked ot open.

It was what looked like a hiden prison with only a window for air to come in with bars on it. When the secret door thing was open, the crying stopped. They called out if anyone was there. No answer.

Bloodstains and rotting rat carcasses were on the floor. There was an operation bed and a cabinet of chemicals, syringes and other rusted tools. When one of them pointed it out there was a sound that came from the locked room.

It was obvious at this point someone was in there. They opened to see, to their horror that there was a skinny blond boy shriveled in the corner. Shivering and holding his hands up to protect himself.

He kept flinching and the surprising cries get louder every time any of the boys tried to approach him, he keeps getting full on panic attacks. The only person that didn't evoke that kind of reaction was Nami. (She looked a like his sister: short light hair (plus pink and orange look alike in the dark) and the rest of the men from his family used to abuse him) He was almost entirely nonverbal but a dna test confirmed that he was the Vindmoke's missing son: Sanji.

He slowly started warming up to the rest. He was going through a rehabilitation program but they kept visiting him. He started warming up to Usopp first. Sanji kept staring at his hair. The first time they saw him smiling was when Usopp let him play with his curls. The next to make him cheer up was Luffy. At first Luffy kept his distance because he felt so horrible he couldn't do anything and he couldn't bare to see Sanji act like that at the mere sight of him. But once he heard Usopp was a "safe" person, he did everything in his power to make Sanji laugh. The only one who Sanji never opened up to was Zoro. With his stature and green hair, he looked too much like Yonji. Zoro stopped going into the hospital room. He just waited in front of the room or in the car. He knew when he was unwanted.

That was until he finally revived and could leave the hospital. Nami couldn't come because of her finals, Luffy had to to pay his brother bail and Usopp was left preparing the surprised "party" for Sanji's release (it was going to be just them and a few family members like Nami's sister, Usopp's fiance etc).

It wasn't ideal, but Zoro was stuck picking him up. Sanji stayed at least 3 meters away from him at all times. When they got to the car three weirdly dressed men with colourful hair tried to approach them. Sanji started getting a panic attack, all the progress they've made down the drain. Zoro told them to fuck off but they kept walking closer. So he started fighting them. The security of the hospital got involved. And a mental note for a restraining order was made.

After that Sanji no longer saw Zoro as a copy of Yonji, but as a big guard dog to hide behind.

[liamthemailman]

♠️♥️House of Cards♣️♦️

Act One Part Two - So What?

CW: Violence, injury

“Captain-” Ace repeats himself again but is immediately silenced with a single look from Queen.

“Don’t bother nagging me about morals,” Queen snapped, the silence that followed after felt uncomfortably eerie. “You know how it goes. It’s all for the sake of the mission.”

This left an undesirable aftertaste on Ace’s tongue. He couldn’t sit back any longer to watch as Queen endangered innocent lives ‘for the sake of the mission’. Ace continued to listen to Queen as she lectured him on mission priorities, a talk that had been gone over far too many times, but this was different.

“What if you shot a civilian?” Ace questioned. This made Queen pause. She fully turns to him, finally facing him. Her eyes shot daggers at Ace in the dark and her lip curled downward in frustration. “That could have gone wrong with just a shift of the wind!” Ace adds.

“Yes, and?”

Yes, and? Yes, and? Yes… and? Ace replayed Queen’s answer in his head multiple times. It was weirdly worded. Was Queen looking for Ace to answer her, or was it that she was that nonchalant about the lives of others? Ace has had his doubts about Queen’s ethics but never had he seen such disregard at this scale.

“And? We’re supposed to be protecting the civilians, are we not? Isn’t the whole deal based on defending those that need it?” Ace argues, taking a step forward. He could feel his blood start to boil.

“Going soft, are you, Lieutenant?” Queen sneered, amused at how quick Ace was to anger. Her eyes look downward towards him. It’s always the small dogs that bark the loudest. “We were tasked to eliminate a dangerous person, and that's what we'll do. Anyone in the way of our mission objective is just an obstruction to be removed.”

Ace was speechless. There wasn’t anything he had ever heard that’s as selfish as the words coming from Queen. He could feel his chest tighten but he continued to hold his tongue. This wasn’t worth getting angry over, Ace tells himself.

“Not to mention your attempt at undermining my order to Jack. Don’t think I don’t notice how chummy the two of you have grown with each other.” Queen scoffs, disdain in her voice at the thought as if it offended her. There was a bite to her words, clearly made out to hurt Ace. “Your influence has her confused, as if he’s not dull enough already.”

“Hey-” Ace snapped. He could feel a vein pop on his forehead from how he was ready to burst with anger at any moment. “They’re under no obligation to follow in your exact footsteps.”

Queen laughs at this, a shrill shriek that raises the hairs on the back of Ace’s neck. He shook this feeling away, not letting Queen disrespect Jack. While Ace wasn’t Jack’s assigned mentor, Queen’s methods were questionable from what he’d heard from the Private. Ace opened his mouth to speak again but Queen beat him to it.

“Now he’s running around with rope, playing cowboy and playing with fire.” Queen sighs, exasperated just thinking about Jack’s antics. In her eyes, the Private needed to be ironed out. It’s a wonder how they even passed selection. Queen mentions this, waving her hand dismissively as she complains. “It’s horrible to my image, really.”

That hit Ace like a punch to the gut. Queen was clearly out of line with the bullshit she was spouting out her mouth. Ace takes another step forward and, before he could stop himself, grabs Queen by the collar of her jacket, driving her back into the wall. 

“Is that all you care about? Your image? Whatever’s in the way of your target?” Ace seethed, staring daggers at Queen. “How shameless of you-”

A struggle breaks out as Queen shoves Ace, who stumbles backwards. He regains his footing and dodges as Queen reaches to grab at him but fails to avoid her sweep, sending him to the ground, dragging her down with him.

A hand yanks painfully in Ace’s hair, a breathless Queen leers down at him. “I’m still in disbelief. What did the Major even see in you all those years ago..?” Queen taunts, her lips curled upwards in a sick smile.

Ace throws Queen off of him, quickly taking her place over him as she hits the ground. He presses a blade to Queen’s throat, pinning her down to the ground. However, this did little to stop her ridiculing.

“Looks like you still have that Mad Dog in you,” Queen jabs at Ace, panting as she catches her breath. He feels another chill as she brings up his past. “Violent, reckless and unstable. You try so hard to be nice but you still struggle to keep your little façade up.”

Ace grits his teeth, unable to form words in his cloud of rage, only grunting in response, the cold sharp knife pressed firmly to Queen’s neck, the edge digging slightly into the flesh. “Quiet-” He hissed, but Queen cut him off as she screamed bloody murder out of nowhere.

Loud thumps break Ace’s focus as they rush closer and closer. Before he could react, he felt rough nylon wrap around his neck. Next thing Ace knew, he felt burning. Both on the skin of his neck and in his lungs as he struggled for breath. His body is forced to bend backwards as his assailant puts a rough boot to his back. Ace lets out a choked gurgle, managing to reach back to cut at the rope around his neck.

Rushing to his feet, Ace turns around as he sputters to fill his lungs with air, hand clutching at his neck, the skin still aching with a burn. His head pounded as the blood started to return into his brain. His eyes refocused and he faced Jack, who was staring wide eyed at her lieutenant as they realised what she had done. A scowl twists Ace’s face as he gasps for air, standing hunched over, noose still hanging from his neck, the skin blooming with a new scar that stretches around his neck.

“What in the bloody hell’s wrong with you?!” Ace barked at Jack who visibly flinched at the tone of his voice. However, Ace would find that Jack was no longer looking at him, but at what was behind him. 

Quicksaving...

[this-is-fox-speaking]

my old hcs as to what the guests were like before they got to the hotel

angel/devil dog: hc: angel dog and devil dog are indeed the same person, and when A/D Dog was alive, she was a sadistic little lady, almost child like in looks and act, all to get others to obey her word. you wouldn't wanna make her mad, do you? nobody will believe you if you leave, anyway.

hell’s chef: Hell's Chef was the big silent dude he is now, but y'know, not a candle monster. he was highly suggested for any place hiring for a well trained chef, but what nobody knew was that he was kind of a cannibal on the side. they never caught him, even now, as he lives in the hotel. When they were close, that's when he disappeared without a trace of him ever existing. Gregory had hired him to lure him in, certainly surprised he didn't run at the sight of him being in the form of a talking rat. He'd seen weirder, in his life. He'd barely even noticed himself changing, but weirdly he didn't fight it. He just... Accepted it. Now he lives here.

cactus gunman + his sister: Cactus Gunman and his sister were always on the run from always getting into gang fights with others, becoming fiercely protective of eachother and would just kill and or die for their sibling. one day they ran into the hotel, thinking it was abandoned, to hide away for a while. The second they walked in and closed that door, it was too late, and their souls were sealed. By the time they tried to turn around with the hotel owner being A GIANT RAT, it was way too late. They formed normally, losing memories overtime, but keeping their traits and personalities. They just don't remember their living life.

mummy dog, mama, papa: Mummy family were literally just a whole normal family but they all suffered migraines like all the time, but nonetheless were very patient with eachother. But during their stay they got straight up killed with everyone getting an axe to the head, somehow. they reformed as part of the hotel as the dogs we know now. the mummy tape is to hide any other gore laying behind.

toilet baby (yeah): maybe Toilet Baby was a real baby who died after birth? from being birthed on the toilet? so now all it knows it flushing itself forever and ever till the end of time. who had it? i have no fucking idea.

judgement boy: JB came to the hotel after a case for an innocent gone wrong. he failed them. and he runs a long ways away to this hotel so he can clear his mind and come to cope with it. unfortunately, his search for understanding justice in a madman’s house turned him into who he is today.. a living, twisted “truth” scale. i also hc his living name was ben, aka benjamin.

this is all i have for rn :3

[nikethestatue]

Is there a reason why you believe that Mor and Cassian were the ones who were meant to be a couple and not Mor and Azriel like most people believe ? .

Basically based on how they were written.

If you analyze them, from the very beginning, and their story is kind of obvious in terms of where it was going.

Mor CHOSE Cassian. Mor was punished because of Cassian in a most violent way. Mor's engagement was broken off because of it. Eris still holds resentment over the dis-engagement towards Cassian and calls him names. For 500 years, Mor is draping herself over Cassian (presumably to keep Azriel away, but that literally makes NO sense? It's not like Azriel can't go to Cassian and just ask, what's up with you two?), they have a continuously flirtatious relationship, up until the 1st solstice, where we watch them give each other intimate gifts, we have Mor being weirdly protective over Cassian towards Nesta, the moment something happens to him, she rushes over to him. When Azriel touches her, she rips her hand away. Cassian and Mor banter and laugh through the books.

beyond Azriel saving Mor off page 500 years ago, what indicators of 'togetherness' do we have for them? They don't have a relationship, they don't do anything for each other and with each other. We have NEVER heard Azriel even mention anything about Mor, or even her attractiveness. Whereas Cassian is admiring her up until ACOSF when Nesta is already living in his house. Again, even in ACOSF, Mor is nasty and jealous towards Nesta. But Cassian goes to her to ask to ferry them to Illyria. He begs MOR 'not to start' with Nesta.

I don't know, nothing about Moriel screams 'Moriel'. What is even Moriel? Azriel looking at Mor? Through other people's eyes. I genuinely don't understand how people can look at Mor and Azriel and see 'endgame' couple at ANY point? I feel like Moriel has always been a fandom assumption, never an actual plan. Frankly, Eris feels more for Mor, it seems, than Azriel.

[definitively-different-drivel]

WIP Wednesday

I've been tagged by @dear-massacre, gonna post the next section of Falling out of Rhythm, a sterek fic that takes place after Stiles' magic manifested to banish void. Something has gone terribly awry; Stiles finds himself switching places with alternate universe versions of himself. In this snippet, he discusses the matter with Deaton. The first scene can be found in last WIP Wednesday post, here: First part

Deaton frowned. "Another you? You're certain?" "Yes!" Stiles ran his hand through his hair as he paced. "Dad's weirdly chill about it, but like, he talked to the guy and he wasn't evil. He just talked to dad the whole time, since apparently his dad died a while ago? It's weird dude!" Deaton's frown deepened. "I can't find any evidence of external influence. As far as I can tell, your own magic is the culprit." "Why the fuck would my magic send me to watch a damned sunset!? That makes no sense!" Deaton shook his head. "I can't tell you." "Can't or won't?" "Even if I had the resources to pierce the veils of secrecy obscuring many magic traditions, I could only record and address the barest details and then, only in an emergency. Anything more would risk a breach of my vows." They’d discussed the parameters of his abilities too many times to count;  the rules kept the druid from the path of a darach, he’d say. Deaton refused to budge. Stiles sank into a chair, head landing in his hands. He'd be tempted to think it a worthy tradeoff if they hadn't already witnessed Julia’s destructive power. "So what do I do?" A book closed. Papers shuffled. "I recommend researching your family. It's possible your magic is heritable." "I thought it was a gift from the land or some shit?" Stiles ran through what few details he knew about both sides of his family. "You said it was tied to the territory." "I thought it was. Your magic has only ever manifested in defense of the pack. It protected Hale territory, but this?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm at a loss. It's unlike anything I've encountered, and as such, is likely either new or heritable." "Wait. Something new? Like, not discovered, or never existed?"  "Yes. Either," Deaton clarified, "and either is very, very bad. No information means trial and error." Stiles grimaced. His hands slid into his pockets as he thought of all the lectures about the dangers of undocumented magic carelessly wielded. "So mostly error." "Precisely. Let's hope, for your sake, that the answers lie with your family, because otherwise, there's no telling how this could end." "Right. So, time to study family history." Stiles' eyes trailed along the spines of Deaton's books as they settled, one by one, back onto the shelf. His fingers itched to crack them open, to spread them on the table, to leaf through secrets for something he missed, anything that might explain the way another Stiles stood in his house, crying over the presence of his dad. It sloshed around, mingling with the secret part of him that didn't want this, whatever it was, to end. His pocketed fist pulled at the fabric of his jeans. The cabinet door clicked shut. Stiles unclenched his hands, straightened his spine, and walked off.

No pressure tags: @thotpuppy @whimsicalmeerkat @wolfspurr since I'm too nervous to tag any other mutuals who aren't already here. >_>

[galadrieljones]

Author Interview

Thanks for the tag, @littlelindentree ^_^ Happy New Year!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

20

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

981,132

3. what fandoms do you write for?

I have written for Dragon Age: Inquisition, Red Dead Redemption 2, Horizon: Zero Dawn, The Last of Us, and The Walking Dead

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

The Lily Farm (Arthur Morgan x Mary Beth Gaskill, RDR2)

That he may hold me by the hand (Arthur Morgan x Albert Mason, RDR2)

The Dead Season (Solavellan, DAI)

Magnolia (Bethyl, TWD)

Yours, Sadie Adler. (Sadithur, RDR2)

5. do you respond to comments?

Yes, as often as I can. Sometimes, I forget on older fics. I'm sorry about that. If someone is rude to me in the comments though, I will respond rudely!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Teen Wolf. It's a story collection so the ending isn't really "true," but it's the end of Solas and Ghilan'nain's love story, in my mind. It's sad and bittersweet, as in the story, they are talking about building a house on the back acreage of Solas's mother's property, but I envision the very next day as being the day that Andruil invades the Weathers, kidnapping both Ghilan'nain and Solas's mother Leanathy, and beginning the Great War. In the ensuing days, Andruil's men leave Solas for dead, and when he wakes up, he goes to Mythal and begs her to free his mother in exchange for his loyalty. She accepts, rescuing and protecting Leanathy in her Blue Palace, and Solas becomes her Bodyguard. Eventually, he is elevated to her General, then he becomes her lover. During the war, after Ghilan'nain's betrayal, the Evanuris murder Mythal, and Solas, out of vengeance and grief, builds the veil and imprisons them all, including Mythal's soul, which would, over time, resurrect into her body, using special magic taught to her by Solas's mother many thousands of years before.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Well, most of my long fics are unfinished. I'm sorry about that. I think that The Dead Season has a happy ending. So does Yours, Sadie Adler., thought it is bittersweet.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not tons at all. I have gotten a few rude commenters over the years, mainly people being weirdly critical of my writing style in ways that are, frankly, moronic, and also some people who just want me to write more smut. But I don't write much smut anymore, and I don't think fics need smut to be worthy or interesting. If you only want a smut fic, you probably won't like my writing. Remember that tags exist so that you can see what you're getting into before you crack the first chapter!!!!

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Lol. Speaking of. I used to write much more. It was never the overly explicit kind and I didn't have any specific kinks I liked to explore, but I wrote a lot of it for DAI and RDR2. I still write sex scenes for sure, it's just that they tend to be character driven.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

I have never written a real crossover; however, I do have some crossover characters in The Lily Farm. In the later chapters, I have two main characters who are taken from other texts: Woodrow Call from Lonesome Dove and LaBoeuf from True Grit. Both are Texas Rangers, and in my fic, they owe Dutch a few rather large favors. They help Arthur and Mary Beth on the river boat job, which goes terribly wrong. They also help break John out of federal prison. They are two of my favorite characters in the fic.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I've had plenty of art stolen over the years and I don't even keep track anymore. Mainly it just gets reposted without credit on like, Pinterest. Oh well!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of! But I am amenable.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I don't think so!

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

I have several though Bethyl and Solavellan are probably tied for first.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Lily Farm. In truth there's not a ton left to write. But it's been 84 years like I don't even remember the geography of the game. I would have to replay RDR2, at least through chapter 4. I also wish I could finish Zero, my Niloy fic for HZD. I still think about them, and I still occasionally get really really nice comments on that fic. I honestly wish I could finish all my old fics. Like That he may hold, which also has maybe one closing chapter left to write. I wish I could finish As You Were, too, my TLOU fic, just so that I can save Joel's life, and as a big fuck you to Neil Druckmann.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I'm not sure. Pacing has probably always been my greatest strength.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Overwriting, getting bored. My issue is often that I start a fic with modest goals but then those goals get bigger and bigger as I go, and I can't help myself. Then, I eventually get bored and I don't finish. I view fanfic as a way for authors to express themselves and their hyperfixations in the moment. I think that the quality of being "unfinished" is, in an of itself, conventional to fanfiction; however, I still view my general lack of focus as a weakness.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Don't translate it. Just put it there. If your reader cares enough and doesn't know the translation, they'll look it up. If they don't care enough to do this, then they're not your target audience. The internet makes this sort of thing very easy.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Technically it's the boyband fandom (*NSync and Backstreet Boys, mainly) in like 1998, but in actuality, it's Dragon Age: Inquisition in 2016.

20. favourite fic you've written?

Probably Yours, Sadie Adler. It feels the most complete, and I still don't know how I managed to write that fic so quickly, when I was like three weeks postpartum with my second baby, and with very little revision. It just flowed out of me, like it was already written in my mind, and all I had to do was type it out. I have received some really lovely comments on it over the years. It seems to affect people deeply, which makes me very happy, because it came from a very raw place in my heart.

I will tag @thevikingwoman @bearlytolerant @roguelioness @gneebee @shallow-gravy @a-shakespearean-in-paris @pipergirl17 @sasusc and @im-immortal <3