#why was i the one who had to apologize after that...asked him not to make assumptions about my family and he teared up??? like???

[mellowmusings]

Blessed mistakes | Prologue Azriel x Reader

part 1

A/N- This is just a drabble for now and its been sitting in my drafts for a while so i decided to post it. Not sure if i'm gonna continue on this though.

summary- After over 5 centuries of waiting Azriel hasn't found his mate, given up all hope of any chance of finding her he decides to start pursuing Elain, not seeing what was in front of him all along.

This was miserable, He was miserable.

The stale tavern air reeked of unwashed bodies, alcohol and bile. Men and women sang bawdy songs in offtune tones drowning out the music, in a corner a brawl went on, men punching one another over a rigged game of poker, women flirted with him, and none took to his liking.

How the mighty had fallen, he mused. He gulped down his whiskey, the burn in his throat grounding him. A few centuries ago he would have been drinking himself to his limit with his brothers and bedding whatever pretty female came his way, but that wasn't the case anymore. Somewhere along the path he'd fallen in love and started caring for females who could never love him the way he loved them. Now his heart was a stupid, broken mess of emotions and feelings he didn't like, and so he spent his days working himself trying to forget his feelings, now he spent his nights training because even sleep had abandoned hom. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been happy, genuinely happy and felt Loved

*2 centuries ago*

The cool summer breeze ruffled his hair, the birds sang in the background, almost harmonizing with one another. He could make out the call of the Mockingjay, A cuckoo bird, and maybe a peacock too. He sat besides y/n, his who was like a younger sister to him. She'd practically grown up with him, Cass and Rhys since they were teenagers. "Hey Az, can i ask you something?" She carefully unfolded the petals of a half bloomed daffodil. "Sure what is it?" "If you had to choose between Mor, your mate and me who would you choose, to love I mean." She asked, a slight hint of nervousness in her voice. Her question caught Azriel off-guard, he loved her but not in a romantic manner, he loved his mate more, no matter who she was, after all, she was his other half. Mor on the other hand was everything he yearned for, she was simply...perfect. He admired and respected her a lot, but more than that he loved her a lot. He thought for a moment before responding "It's tricky, on one hand, there's Mor and on the other, there's my mate. I'd say, my mate" He said carefully, not sure where this was going. Y/n's face fell just the slightest, if he didn't know her well, he wouldn't have noticed, but he did. "What's the matter, princess?" He asked softly, "What about me?" y/n asked softly He huffed out a laugh before responding, "I love you a lot, I really do princess, but you're like a younger sister to me, plus my mate always comes first." "right, of course they do." she said dejectedly, swinging her legs back and forth holding back tears. "Whats the matter princess?" 'The thing is Az you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt, gods why can't you see it? I love you, and I love you more than you could ever imagine.'

She didn't say those words but gods did she want to, she wanted to tell Az how stupid he was for giving his heart to some females who were just gonna stomp on it and leave but she didn't because Azriel loved Mor and some mate he didn't know more than he loved her. She was always going to be a friend to him, nothing more, nothing less. So she continued swinging her legs and lied to his face with a simple 'I'm fine, I swear'. He didn't believe her, they both knew each other well enough to know that much, still he didn't pry any further. So they sat in silence, and stared at the setting sun while the world around them went quite, she averted her gaze away from Azriel as tears fell and landed on the broken yellow petals. if y'all wanna be tagged, just let me know :) @starlightazriel @scorpioriesling @velarisdusk @siriuslystyle1989

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Technically they love you both equally

Barbie dolls: Rosekiller x gn! Animagus! Reader

Word:Abt 900

Summary: Evan and Barty argue over who you live more bc you cuddle Barty in animagus form (you're a cat)

Warning: uh cat, Evan and Barty smooch that's it

Naps with your boyfriend, either one or both might you add, were always enjoyable. However, they were just a little more enjoyable when you were in your animagus form and they ran their fingers through your soft fur. Though all things considered, life seemed a little brighter in cat form. 

After his classes, Barty found you waiting for him on top of his covers. You were curled up like a little shrimp with your legs pulled towards your head. He was mindful slipping into bed, tugging you on top of him. You let out a disturbed meow and pulled yourself up onto his chest. You curled into a ball, facing him. Barty cooed and gently dragged his fingers between your ears. Your eyes slowly closed as you fell back asleep. Barty felt himself relax as he continued to pet you, your soft fur lulling him to the brink of sleep. 

Then Evan had the audacity to open the door, rather loudly in Barty’s opinion. Your ears twitched and your eyes slowly opened. Evan floated across the room in his usual creepy Rosier twin aura towards his bed.

"Hey, Rosie." Barty muttered. Evan's shoulder shot up to his ears at Barty's voice. Evan dropped his shoulders, recognizing Barty by the nickname he used. Evan sent him a glare before it quickly disappeared when his eyes landed on the ball of fur on Barty’s chest. Evan immediately cooed and dropped his school bag by his bedpost. 

Evan beelined for you, gently dragging his finger between your eyes. You meowed in response, lifting your head. Evan scratched under your chin, making you purr. Evan hummed at your pleased face. It was hard to gauge your feelings while in cat form but your ears were relaxed and your eyes were closed. Evan always loved the scraggle tooth that poked out under your whiskers, almost like you were smiling. 

“Why do you always sleep on Barty, huh babe?” Evan whispered. Your eyes slowly opened and you let out a big meow. Evan’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He huffed, still dragging his hand through your fur. Barty looked up to Evan with a proud smile. 

“They said it’s ’cause I’m better than you. Love me more and all that.” Barty said. Evan glared at him, quickly leaning down to lightly peck your little cat forehead. Evan spun around, kicking his shoes off and dropping into his bed. Barty whined, staring wistfully at Evan wrapped up in his blankets. 

“I don’t get one?” Barty asked, frowning greatly. Evan shrugged a small and devilish grin spreading across his lips. 

“Nope, not until you apologize and they cuddle me instead. You know they love me more.” Evan said. Barty narrowed his eyes, turning his head to the other side so Evan couldn’t see his face anymore. 

“I already made a New Year's resolution that I wouldn’t lie, until at least March,” Barty said, staring at the wall instead of his hot boyfriend. Evan scoffed. You seemed tuned into the argument, already getting restless. Your ears swiveled to point to whoever was talking, your tail flicked back and forth momentarily. 

“Seems to me you already broke that one, Bee,” Evan muttered, curling up on his side to make a C-shape. Perfect for a curled-up cat to lie cradled in. Barty let out a loud gasp. That startled you fully awake, lifting your head from his chest and glaring at Barty. 

“How dare you suggest such a thing!” Barty snapped, clutching his metaphorical pearls. You meowed in a tone that made Barty feel scolded, reeling his head back. You stood up, jumping down from Barty’s bed.

Barty flopped to the side of his bed, reaching out for you. He called out to you like you were floating away at sea. You curved your back up, your tail twitching up after you. You let out a yawn, showing off all your sharp teeth. You pranced away from Barty. His hand shot out towards you, trying to pull you from the crashing waves. He called after you again. Your tail gently brushed against the tips of his fingers before you slipped into the ocean, heading straight for Evan. 

Evan cooed, leaning over the edge of his bed to pull you up into his sheets while Barty shook his fist at the sky. You gently settled into the curved wall of Evan’s body. You curled yourself into a ball, earning coos and pets from Evan. You laid your head down, finally being able to relax again.

Barty started rustling and creaking as he left his covers. Your ears twitched and Evan looked up. Barty joined you two in bed, getting in behind Evan. Evan turned his head back, giving Barty a warming smile. Well, Barty would classify it as warming, any other student would find it jarring and unsettling. Barty kinda liked that.

Barty dipped his head down, kissing the smile off Evan’s lips. You yowled in response. They pulled apart looking down at you. Evan quickly dropped his head down, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. You meowed happily, tilting your head up at Barty. He leaned over Evan and pressed a peck to your forehead, petting it after. You meowed again, giving him approval before dropping your head back onto the mattress. Barty curled up behind Evan, holding him closer with an arm around his waist. Barty kissed Evan’s shoulder, staring at your fur raising and falling with your breaths. 

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

There was an error with my request and idk if the last one sent or not so apologies 😭

Sonic and Shadow (separate) x reader who’s painfully oblivious to their advances and flirting, like they could say that they like them only for the reader to be like “great! I like you too!” And walk away, the reader does like them but is blind to flirting.

I just want to see them so deep in the friend zone, i love seeing them in pain(´∀｀)

Keep up the good work!

“How Can One Person Be So Oblivious?!” (Sonic Version)

Pairing: Sonic the Hedgehog x Oblivious Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon, they requested two!)

Description: Sonic never thought someone could be this oblivious, and he knew Amy! (No offense to her, of course-) So why were you not accepting his advances?!

Notes: Oooh my first separate request! I’ll post the Sonic one first and the Shadow one after so you guys don’t have to scroll so much!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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Sonic the Hedgehog was not usually one to get frustrated.

But with you; Boy, were you frustrating!

You never picked up on his flirting attempts, saw any of his gifts as gifts from a friend, and you flirted back like it was a game!

So he had to try one last attempt; A genuine confession.

Not like what happened last time, where you walked away after he said he had liked you, saying, "I like you too, Sonic! Cya friend!" That one had stung-

But he was determined. He was Sonic the Hedgehog, the Blue Blur, the fastest thing alive! It’ll work this time, dangit!

And with that in mind, he set off, running to your favorite hangout spot, finding you there planting some flowers.

“Hey [Name]!” Sonic says, causing you to turn your head, smiling when you see him.

“Hi Sonic!” you say, waving at him.

“Do you have a moment?” Sonic asks.

“Just let me finish planting this flower,” you tell him.

Patting the flower down and covering it up with the dirt you dug up, you take your digging gloves off and set them aside. Sonic lets out a snicker.

“Were you wearing garden gloves over your regular gloves?” he asks.

“Yeah I was, so what?” you ask, faking being annoyed, a silly smirk on your face, causing Sonic to chuckle. “Anyway, what’d you wanna tell me?”

“Oh, uh, right. Er, how do I start this…” Sonic mutters. “You, um, remember how I said I liked you?”

You nod, tilting your head to the side, silently asking him to continue.

“Uh, well…I…” Sonic starts. “I…like you more than a friend, [Name].”

“Oh! So like a best friend?” you ask. “I thought we already were best friends?”

“MORE than a best friend!” Sonic says.

“…A super best friend?-”

“Y’know what, just- Get over here!”

“Wh-”

He cuts you off with a kiss on your lips, which you quickly reciprocate, him cupping your cheek.

You two break the kiss after a few seconds, staring into each other’s eyes.

“…So does this make us “friends with benefits” or-”

Sonic lets out a groan, causing you to burst out laughing.

“I’m joking, I’m joking! I love you too, ya dork!” you tell him.

“I’m the dork?! You never saw any of my signs!” Sonic says with a playful grin, jokingly shoving you, causing you to laugh again.

Neither of you could be happier.

…Though Sonic still wishes he had kissed you before.

Oh well!

[mindmelter]

Alien Appetite: Snacking The Biker

I chuckled at the funny face this random biker made at the moment my alien buddy crawled inside his ear.

I just love the faces they make whenever they're having their brains taken over by Cosmo, my tiny alien bug. They always freeze on the spot with those dumb facial expressions. Usually, with their eyes bulging in shock and their tongues hanging out. Sometimes, their eyes roll back, and some even stare in opposite directions, but they always have their tongues hanging out. It's kinda Cosmo's signature by now.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo of this one's face. It might sound weird, but I like to collect photos of the faces they make during the takeover. I have hundreds of photos like this saved on my phone because I like to jerk off to them later.

I heard a squishy sound coming from inside his head, and suddenly, his left eye moved abruptly in an unnatural, opposite direction. I chuckled as I snapped another photo. It was such a drastic contrast from the loud arrogant brat that he was just a few minutes ago...

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I was walking outside in search of the perfect host for Cosmo, who is my tiny alien bug who needs sperm to survive. The problem is—Or blessing, in my opinion—he is too small to digest the cum by himself; he needs a host body to digest the cum for him. So every month, when he gets hungry, we go hunting for a poor, unfortunate soul to become his next digestive system for the month. And, of course, once he finds the host, I'm more than happy to feed him with my cum.

I was starting to lose any hope of finding a suitable host. Half the day had passed, and I still hadn't found a hot man. Of course, any guy would serve to become a host, but I was a gay dude! Of course, I only wanted to pick the hottest guys. But I'm not that selfish, there was also the fact that fit, healthy guys had the tastiest and strongest cum, and Cosmo was very picky about his food. That was Cosmo's own words, not mine.

I sighed in disappointment. I was usually very good at hunting. Just like last month, I found a rich, muscular black hunk at the gas station. We had so much fun with that host; I was already missing sucking on that huge black cock... maybe I should pay him a visit tonight after finding Cosmo a host. Before leaving his hosts empty, Cosmo would always program what was left of their brains to continue living their lives on autopilot even without free will... of course I also asked him to make them treat me like their Master.

The autopilot thing was all my idea. Before I met Cosmo, he would basically leave his hosts in a vegetative state. The police had no clue why men in the city were being found with parts of their brains missing and their own cum in their mouths.

The search for a host continued without success. Maybe it just was a bad day, I thought.

As I was walking on the sidewalk of a house, I suddenly heard the loud screech of tires and the roar of an engine. A young, handsome biker abruptly stopped his bike just inches from where I stood. A few more inches, and he would have run me over.

It was my fault, I suppose I was too lost in my thoughts to notice the bike approaching, but before I could apologize, he spoke.

"Hey! Watch where you're going dumbass! I don't want a fat human pancake right in front of my house!" He shouted, flipping me his two middle fingers in a cocky manner.

I just stood there in front of him with my mouth agape, completely amazed by this good looking young biker.

His curly brown hair peeked out from under his backward cap, and the white tank top he wore showcased his toned, tattooed arms. He exuded effortless charm and youthful energy, even when being an arrogant prick. Those were always my favorites.

He would be perfect, I thought.

So, in a quick move, I grabbed Cosmo out of my pocket and watched as he flapped his tiny wings and flew towards the biker, finding his way right into the arrogant brat's ear. Instinctively he slapped his ear as soon as he felt the intrusion, making his cap fall to the ground. But it was too late for him, because in seconds, his eyes bulged, and he stuck his tongue out.

A familiar sign that Cosmo had reached for the brain.

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Now, he is sitting on his bike, frozen and with the dumbest and hottest face expression ever.

I ran my hand over his curly hair and leaned closer to his face. His tongue was so big and inviting, just hanging out there, drooling. I just couldn't hold myself, I had to taste it. So I started to suck on that huge tongue with passion. He didn't respond to my sloppy kiss—of course, with an alien bug consuming parts of his free will, he was incapable of doing anything.

But little by little, I started to feel his tongue reacting to mine until I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me harder against his mouth, locking our mouths together. I felt his strong tongue dominating mine, making me melt into his muscular tattooed arms while I just let him explore my mouth, making sure he was pushing his tongue as deep into my mouth as he could. He then pulled away and smirked at me. "Master needs privacy for his feeding. Follow me to the garage." He said, with some traces of his arrogant persona still present in his voice.

"Is this your house?" I asked.

"It's my parents' house. They're inside so we're going to have to use the garage to feed my Master."

We walked into the garage, and once Inside, I closed the door, the garage was dark except for the light coming from the garage door's window.

I couldn't see anything, but when I turned around, I saw the biker lying on a car's trunk. He had unbuckled his belt already and was staring at me.

"Wanna make the honors?" He asked as he teasingly slid his hand inside his underwear.

I immediately dropped to my knees between his legs and pulled down his pants. His throbbing cock was bulging inside his boxers, and judging by the bulge, I knew he was well-hung.

Just another point in my favor, as Cosmo had a preference for well-endowed hosts to ensure proper feeding. I was very good at the game of spotting the most well-hung men, not even Cosmo knew how I was always right, call it my secret gay power.

With a single pull, his underwear joined his pants on the floor, and I was greeted with the sight of his 8 Inches hard cock, pulsating with life and leaking at the tip.

He put his finger on the leaking tip and sucked on his finger. He savored the taste for a moment and then made a *not bad* expression, "Master approves my cum," The young biker said. With that, his eyes rolled back, and he started to bend forward, his head becoming closer and closer to his hard dick. I heard some cracking and snapping sounds coming from him as he bent forward to the point he was unnaturally folded in half. His face was now just a few inches away from his cock. He opened his mouth, and his long tongue came out. His lips wrapped around the head and engulfed his shaft.

His eyes were still white as he took inch by inch and started to suck himself off with gusto.

The feeding was always my favorite part. I just continued on my knees, watching from closer this handsome cocky biker suck his own cock like he has done it a hundred times before.

In truth, he was just obeying Cosmo's commands, who surely had done it a hundred times before.

It didn't take long, and his muffled grunts filled the garage, he gulped down his cum like he was drinking water. Then he finally detached his lips from his shaft with a loud 'POP' sound.

A few more cracking and snapping sounds and he was sitting normally. He placed one hand behind his neck and stretched out, letting out a long sexy grunt.

"Fuuuckkk... my neck hurts so fucking bad, but anything to feed my Master," He said between grunts as he exposed his hairy armpit.

I leaned forward and buried my face in his musky pit. He didn't react and just allowed me to worship his sweaty armpits. He tasted and smelled like a real man.

"What's your name boy?" I asked as I took a deep long sniff.

"It's none of your business, you dirty fa-" He suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence, and his body tensed. Then his expression softened, and he continued talking, but now less aggressive. "My name is Blake..." he answered casually, "That's it, enjoy my armpits, you gay whore. They're sweaty and musky from a day of riding my bike with my friends under the sun."

I chuckled, "Your armpits taste wonderful, but there's a little alien inside your brain who enjoyed your cum a lot more than I enjoyed your pits. Cosmo is very picky about his food, you should be proud." I said, without taking my mouth from his armpit.

"Well, what can I say? Every girl who’s had the pleasure of getting a taste has only ever come back for more. My cum is alpha-grade, the kind that leaves anyone craving for more. They know it, I know it, and let’s be honest, who wouldn’t want a piece of that?" He braged, jerking his still hard shaft.

I smirked at that. I loved how Cosmo always kept their cocky personas even after becoming mindless meat puppets. Ok, I might have begged him to keep them this way instead of just turning them into cold robots, I liked them with some of their personalities. I continued licking and sniffing his armpits for almost an hour until he suddenly pushed my head away.

"Ok, that's enough dude! Jesus, you're not the only one hungry here. Get up,"

I did what I was told. As I stood, the tent in my pants was on full display. He stood up and stepped in front of me. His face was so close to mine that I could smell his cum on his mouth.

"Master is not sated yet, he wants more. Unfortunately, I already gave him everything I had in my balls, which wasn't much since I was in my girlfriend's house early today and I wasted my cum on that bitch."

My cock throbbed, knowing what was about to happen.

"Master is telling me that the only reason you helped him turn me into his brainless vessel was so you could receive a blowjob from a hot straight guy like me, is that true?"

I could only nod. He snorted in disgust. "I fucking can't believe I had parts of my brain consumed and my free will destroyed by an alien just because a pathetic gay guy is horny. You're sick, dude."

I was completely lost in the moment as the biker knelt in front of me. His lifeless green eyes were locked onto mine as he pulled down my pants, and when his mouth opened, I fixed my eyes on that massive tongue of his; thick and wet. Finally, his tongue wrapped around my shaft like it had a mind of its own. Holy shit, it felt incredible!

He started working me with that tongue, sliding it up and down my shaft like he was savoring every inch. His lips wrapped around my tip, sucking gently, while his tongue did all kinds of wild things, swirling and caressing me in ways that made my knees weak. I let out a low groan, my fingers found their way into his curly hair.

"Fuck," I muttered, totally overwhelmed by the sensation. I tightened my grip on his hair and pushed his head down further, feeling him take me deeper. His throat clenched around me, warm and wet, driving me crazy. He let out a soft moan, and the vibrations sent shivers through my whole body.

I pulled his head back a little, just to take in the sight of this arrogant biker's face. Then I pushed him back down, harder this time. His tongue kept going, sliding up and down my length, hitting all the right spots. I could feel that tension building inside me, I was getting close.

I grabbed his hair tighter, forcing his face against my crotch, making him take me all the way. He gagged a little but didn't back off—they never do—his hands gripped my thighs like he was begging for it. Watching him give in like that, so completely under the alien's control, pushed me right to the edge.

Finally, I pulled out and aimed straight at his tongue, which was hanging out, already waiting. My cum shot out, covering his tongue and dripping down his chin. He opened his mouth wider, letting me see it all before swallowing every last drop. I knew Cosmo was enjoying it just as much as I was, feeding off everything.

When he swallowed the last of it, he looked up at me with that blank gaze and a satisfied smirk. "No matter how many vessels I make, your cum will always be my favorite, my human friend," Cosmo finally said through Blake's voice.

Since that day, Blake became Cosmo's feeding host for the month and he would often send me a message asking me to meet with him.

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*One month later*

It was 4:00 AM. I was sleeping with Cosmo's previous host, the muscular black hunk that we found at the gas station last month. We were cuddling together when I was awakened by the sound of a text message. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and saw it was a message from Blake. He sent me a mirror photo with a text.

"Master is hungry again, meet me at the parking lot near my house." Was all the message said.

"I'm on my way." I responded.

I grabbed my car keys and drove to the location. Arriving there, the parking lot was desertic like you would expect to be at 4:00 AM. It was cold, luckily I had put on a hoodie. I didn't have to wait long—Soon I saw Blake walking towards me, shirtless, wearing only his pajama pants. Looking hot as always.

"Sorry for waking you this early. I'm just very hungry. I need to eat some strong healthy cum, not some thin, unnourished cum," Cosmo said in full control of Blake.

"Blake isn't producing enough cum anymore? I assume," I asked as I pulled down my pants, freeing my flaccid cock, it was cold. Blake kneeled between my legs and started to stroke my shaft, right there in the open.

"He can only produce a few drops now. Not enough to keep me sated." He said putting his hands inside his pants.

He pulled out his cock and slapped it, I watched as It jiggled. "This thing is completely useless now."

"Wow, you really ran this host out fast, and Blake was a healthy young man, he should last for at least 40 days. You're becoming too greedy, you need to learn to control your hunger so the hosts can last longer."

Cosmo had to change hosts every month because, eventually, the hosts he was possessing would become infertile and stop producing cum forever. It was a side effect of the takeover and the constant feeding. Cosmo had explained to me before about the scientific factors behind the host's infertility, but I didn't dare to try to understand.

I moaned as I felt Blake's warm mouth closing around my shaft, it felt nice from the cold. "Fuck, I'm going to miss Blake. What do you think of us searching for a new host tomorrow? I'm sure Blake here would love to help us turn one of his hot friends into a brainless puppet just like him," I said between moans, as I finally gave Cosmo what he was so hungry for.

[problemswithbooks]

I will agree that calling Stolas names isn't very nice, nor does it add to OP's criticizing, but I understand where they're coming from. I'll explain why OP and others might agree with the idea that Stolas staying in the marriage doesn't make sense, and therefore people like OP blame him for staying.

Stolas going to the party wasn’t about “obligation.” It was about avoiding whatever retaliation Stella would dish out if he didn’t. Abuse operates on control, and the victim learns to navigate around the abuser’s unpredictable wrath to minimize harm. Stolas went because, in his mind, the fallout of staying home likely felt worse than enduring a miserable evening at Stella’s side.

I'm sorry, but where is this at all backed up by the show? Stella's tone in no way conveys that she cares whether if he goes or not. Stolas in no way is fearful of Stella in the scene, and even curses at her when he asks what is going on. The show in no way presents Stolas as going simply because he's afraid of retaliation, and given Stella didn't even give him the invitation herself and he only found out because it was in the paper, it's unlikely he's obligated to go for societal reasons.

Hell, I could equally argue that Stella did not want him to come at all. Hence, her not even telling him about the party and her making her awful comments about him as close to him as possible because she wanted him to overhear--her retaliation for him showing up. It'd also explain why she didn't care that he left. If she wanted him to be there, she'd have been angry he wandered off and go find him and drag him back.

The reason Stolas is at the party is that the plot needed him to be there. It needed him to be miserable, so he'd drink and then get so excited about Blitz being there. He's not in any way shown as being there because of some hinted threat by Stella. Due to the short run time of these episodes, surly the writers didn't feel like any reason needed to be given as to why Stolas would attend, abuse or having nothing else to do, either way. They simply needed him there to move the plot along, so that's why he's there at all.

Which is why, especially since they put in Stella's shrugged "You can come if you want" line, makes it look as if he went to an event he knew he'd hate for no reason.

Stella’s volatile personality made leaving a high-risk move. The likelihood of her retaliating—socially, politically, or even physically—was enormous. Stolas staying wasn’t about being a “sucker for punishment”; it was about survival. And let’s not forget, he had Octavia to consider. He believed staying gave her a chance at stability, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness.

Yes, leaving an abusive relationship is hard, but none of the reasons that that's the case apply to Stolas (at least as far as he knew).

Stolas is one of the most powerful people in Hell. He outranks Stella's brother. He has immense magical power that Stella seems totally lacking. It is not an elected position and he never seemed worried at the possiblity of lossing it if he became unpopular. After Octavia was born he was under no obligation to stay so that seems to rule out his father refusing to let him leave. Financially, he was fine after the divorce and only lost everything because of the Full Moon Deal he made with Blitz came out.

Sure, you could argue it might have effected his social standing, but he seems disliked by most of them anyway. Plus, Stella is already ruining his social capital with the upper class as it is, by publicly badmouthing him, so it's no benefit, socially, for him to stay.

Stella is only shown as a stupid bitch, who is never nice, ever, so it's not as if the relationship is going through the usual cycle where the abuser apologizes and acts nice for a while, therefore luring their victim into thinking they've changed, and giving them happy times to remember, which makes leaving harder. Stella and Stolas always hated each other, so that's not why he stays either.

Abuse creates a cycle of control, self-doubt, and helplessness. Victims internalize their circumstances, convincing themselves that enduring the abuse is the safest or only option.

Yes, abuse does do this, but that is not what we are shown for Stolas.

He is never afraid of Stella. EVER. Instinctively, he protects his face when she throws things at him, but that's it. He never holds himself back from telling her what he thinks or showing he's angry with her out of fear. As I said before, he wasn't even less harsh or careful before he stood up to her. He doesn't show any signs of being affected by Stella's abuse, either, like subconsciously flinching away from Blitz yelling and getting in his face.

Hell, even after he finds out she hired Striker, he's not afraid. Instead, the focus is on his relationship with Blitz, and it's not portrayed as him doing so, because he's so afraid that he wants to distract himself with the one possible good thing in his life.

This take also misses how abuse warps decision-making when children are involved. Stolas stayed because he genuinely believed that keeping Octavia in a two-parent household was the lesser evil. Was it the right call? Maybe not. But it wasn’t about stupidity—it was about trying to protect her within a deeply broken system.

The problem with this is that, again, Stella is only shown as pure evil. If she's always been volatile, someone who never bothers to hide how awful she is, who will always say the mean thing regardless of how dumb a choice that is, then there is no reason for Stolas to ever assume Octavia having her mom in her life is a benefit. If Octavia, as we've been shown doesn't and has never, had a relationship with Stella, why would Stolas risk the possibility of Stella being cruel to Octavia? Which--given what we've seen of her, would be the most reasonable conclusion.

Plus, as I pointed out earlier, from everything we've been shown, and for all Stolas knew at the time, the systum would have been on his side. At most, he may have had to do pacial custody (as we see in the show) and lost a bit of money. Even if other Goeita don't like him, he seems to have more then enough power/high enough title they couldn't have done much about it.

And let’s not act like leaving would have been a magical fix. Stella isn’t the kind of person who’d let Stolas walk away quietly, much less take Octavia with him. She would’ve weaponized every ounce of her power to destroy him and maintain control over their daughter.

Again, where are you getting this?

Stella for all that Stolas knew, up until Striker kidnapped him, was leaving without a huge fuss (for her). At most, she wanted more money, which from the dialog doesn't appear he was lawfully obligated to give her. She never asked for Via and both of them seemed fine with taking turns with her. It was her brother's idea to 'manipulate' Via (which they don't really do, considering they can't stop loudly bragging about how evil they are in front of her) because he wants Stolas's power.

She's not presented as desperate for control over Via at all. She only hired Striker because Stolas cheated, not because she wanted to keep sole custody of Via. And, while yes, I think it's likely she would have tried to kill Stolas if he simply divorced her, we see no evidence to suggest Stolas thought that (he doesn't even notice when she hires Striker over the phone in front of him). Nor is he concerned about her brother in any way. The best we get is him saying "I don't care what your brother thinks" which more implies that he thinks Andre will simply be squawking in his ear about the divorce, which is annoying but not a threat.

If you can’t understand that, maybe it’s time to rethink how you approach character analysis—or better yet, try learning a thing or two about the psychology of abuse before you come for Stolas again.

I'm sure some people who don't like Stolas don't understand abuse or what it does to someone, but that's not everyone who points out issues with how he's portrayed. Personally, I, due to my own circumstances have to live with my abusive parent, so I get the psychological effects and reasons why someone wouldn't choose to leave an abusive situation. The problem is that the show does a poor job of conveying this reality with Stolas. Inturn this makes people not understand the situation he's in.

This isn't really a Stolas problem--he's not real. It's a writing problem. Not just for Stolas but for Stella. There were multiple ways to make this narrative work, even in small ways, like actually showing moments where Stolas was nervous around Stella, particularly in that pre-divorce flashback (similar to Moxxie and his abusive father).

Instead of a nonchalant, "Come if you want", have her say "you know what will happen if you don't come" with one of her malevolent smiles.

Maybe when he meets with Ozzie and sees Striker is involved, we get a shot of him being scared, and when he steps up to help Ozzie it's clear he's doing it in hopes of perhaps getting back at Striker in some small way.

Have Stolas flinch when Blitz gets in his face during Apology Tour, with it becoming more and more clear as they fight that he's growing more afraid/triggered by the fight, until he, in a panic, warps Blitz away. And instead of following Blitz right as he's kicked out we get a shot of Stoals trying to calm down before he has a full blow panic attack, maybe Stella's voice mocking him in his mind, with him trying to shrug it off while he looks down at the invitation, showing that part of the reason he goes to the party is to get his mind off of his past abuse.

During Sinsmas at some point he catches Stella watching everything down below and freezes momentarily in sudden fear.

Just, simply present it as Stella actually being someone he sees as a threat, someone who can actually do damage to him if he leaves. Instead, the show presents it as Stolas having all the cards. He has the money, the power, and social position (Ozzie, a Sin, likes him, and Vessago likes him too, so he's not completly isolated politically) to not just leave but leave Stella with practically nothing (so far all her social standing and personal wealth seems to come from Stolas, given she moved back in with her brother after the divorce and Andre says she'd get nothing if Via inherits). If he has no fear of her, if he'd lose nothing finacially, or socially, or politically. If his father isn't making him stay, then it does come across as him simply staying because...well, he wanted to.

The Lens of Abuse: Understanding Stolas’ Actions

💁🏽‍♀️🤖: Before we dive into the nitty-gritty, let’s remind ourselves of one critical fact: Stella is abusive. The show doesn’t beat us over the head with it, but the signs are everywhere—from her open contempt and cruel insults to her explosive fits of rage. Her dynamic with Stolas is defined by control, belittlement, and a lack of empathy. Abuse isn’t just about physical harm; it’s about creating a constant undercurrent of fear and power imbalance, and Stella wields both masterfully.

When analyzing Stolas’ choices—whether it’s staying in the marriage, going to that party, or how he handled things with Octavia—it’s essential to understand that they don’t exist in a vacuum. Abuse clouds judgment, limits perceived options, and forces victims to prioritize survival over happiness. Let’s break down why this perspective is crucial to understanding Stolas and why the critique of him being “pathetic” or “a sucker for punishment” completely misses the mark.

1. “He didn’t have to go to the party” — That’s Not How Abuse Works

It’s easy to sit back and say, “He didn’t have to go.” But when you’re in an abusive relationship, even basic decisions like this are never simple. Abusers like Stella don’t offer real choices—they create situations where every option carries a punishment.

Stolas going to the party wasn’t about “obligation.” It was about avoiding whatever retaliation Stella would dish out if he didn’t. Abuse operates on control, and the victim learns to navigate around the abuser’s unpredictable wrath to minimize harm. Stolas went because, in his mind, the fallout of staying home likely felt worse than enduring a miserable evening at Stella’s side.

Calling him “pathetic” for attending the party is an oversimplification that dismisses the psychological toll of years of manipulation and coercion.

2. “He didn’t have to suffer in the marriage” — Leaving Isn’t Easy

Here’s the thing about abuse: leaving isn’t just a decision—it’s a process. Victims often stay in harmful situations because of fear, obligation, or a belief that leaving will only make things worse. Stolas’ marriage to Stella wasn’t just an unhappy partnership; it was a deeply ingrained system of control.

Stella’s volatile personality made leaving a high-risk move. The likelihood of her retaliating—socially, politically, or even physically—was enormous. Stolas staying wasn’t about being a “sucker for punishment”; it was about survival. And let’s not forget, he had Octavia to consider. He believed staying gave her a chance at stability, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness.

The idea that Stolas “didn’t have to suffer” ignores the reality that, for victims of abuse, the path out often feels blocked, whether by fear, societal expectations, or the abuser’s power.

3. The Cycle of Abuse: Why Stolas Didn’t Leave Sooner

Abuse creates a cycle of control, self-doubt, and helplessness. Victims internalize their circumstances, convincing themselves that enduring the abuse is the safest or only option.

Stolas wasn’t “just an idiot who can’t turn down obligation.” He was stuck in a dynamic where Stella controlled the narrative and made him feel powerless. Add to that the societal expectations of Hell’s elite, and it’s no wonder he felt trapped.

When victims like Stolas finally leave, it’s not because they’re suddenly smarter or braver. It’s because something shifts—whether internally or externally—that gives them the push they need. For Stolas, this shift came when he chose to pursue his own happiness, even at great personal cost. That’s not idiocy; that’s growth.

4. Octavia and Parental Decisions Under Abuse

This take also misses how abuse warps decision-making when children are involved. Stolas stayed because he genuinely believed that keeping Octavia in a two-parent household was the lesser evil. Was it the right call? Maybe not. But it wasn’t about stupidity—it was about trying to protect her within a deeply broken system.

And let’s not act like leaving would have been a magical fix. Stella isn’t the kind of person who’d let Stolas walk away quietly, much less take Octavia with him. She would’ve weaponized every ounce of her power to destroy him and maintain control over their daughter.

Stolas’ decision to stay wasn’t about weakness. It was about navigating a situation where no option felt truly safe.

5. Why This Argument Falls Apart

This take boils Stolas down to “an idiot who can’t turn down obligation,” but that’s an insultingly shallow reading of his character. Abuse isn’t about obvious choices or easy outs—it’s about power, control, and the psychological toll of living under constant threat.

Stolas’ actions make perfect sense within the framework of an abusive relationship. Calling him pathetic ignores the complexity of his situation and dismisses the very real struggles that abuse victims face every day.

TL;DR

Stolas’ behavior isn’t about being “pathetic” or “a sucker for punishment.” It’s about the psychological realities of abuse: the fear, the manipulation, and the way it warps decision-making. Leaving an abuser isn’t easy or obvious, especially when children and societal expectations are involved.

If you can’t understand that, maybe it’s time to rethink how you approach character analysis—or better yet, try learning a thing or two about the psychology of abuse before you come for Stolas again.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have and To Hold: Part 12

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

Warning: smut - oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v

A/N: surprise! idk who still cares for this but one of my new years resolutions is to finish some of my unfinished series so here we are.

Series Masterlist

It's late when Marc arrives to your father's home, well, his home now. He anticipates you're already asleep as he heads to the office to decompress after that very long talk with Layla and everything else he had to deal with today.

He had to admit that he did still care for the woman. Did he love her? No, but he'd always want the best for her.

Laying everything out on the table was good for him. He admitted his faults, apologized for being so stubborn and never reaching out until now.

Layla was still stubborn and firey as ever, but she understood. She accepted Marc's apology and offered up her own as well.

Then she asked if it was possible to try again.

That's when Marc admitted he had fallen for someone else, for you. He didn't tell her the whole truth behind his relationship with you, but he explained that it was unexpected. And it's true.

He didn't expect to fall for you when he agreed to the proposal your dad set out for him. Then the more time he spent with you, the more he understood why everyone called you Sunshine. You're sunlight personified.

You bring warmth and joy to everyone you meet, even Marc. And Marc thought he'd never feel this way again after Layla and all the bad he's done. But you brought something out of him, you allowed him to open himself up to love and light.

Seeing Marc's face when he spoke of you, Layla could see that Marc had genuine feelings for you. He seemed happy and she couldn't deny him that, despite everything that he's done and what happened between them.

So when Marc presented the divorce papers, she signed them.

They said their final good-byes and wished each other well.

After that, Marc immediately brought the papers to the L/N Family lawyer to set everything in motion. Then he had meetings for the rest of the day all around the city.

Body tense and craving the numbness alcohol can provide, Marc steps into the office, heading straight for the bar cart.

You switch on the desk lamp at the desk, causing Marc to jump.

"Fuck, Y/N! The hell you still doing up?"

You scoff, twirling your father's letter opener in your hands, “I think there’s some important things we have to discuss, Marc.”

He sighs as he pours amber liquid into a glass, “I agree, but it should wa-” his words are cut off as the letter opener flies at him, landing into the wall beside his head.

He looks at you with wide eyes, "The fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"No, Marc, what the fuck do you think you're doing?! You keep hiding things from me! What else are you hiding from me, Spector? Huh?" You stand from your father's desk, slowly stalking to your fiancé, "First you don't tell me about the arranged marriage my dad planned, then about your DID. You don't warn me about my dad's suicide plan. And now you don't tell me how you're still married?"

Marc gulps down the liquid and places the glass onto the bar cart, "I was planning on telling you-"

"When?! After we got married?!"

"No! Before that, I swear I planned to, but there's so much shit going on! I didn't want to stress you out because you're going through a lot!"

"Doesn't matter! I still had the right to know!"

"I know! And it's whatever now. She signed the divorce papers, I brought them to the family lawyer. They're being filed as we speak and it should be finalized by the time we get married. " He sighs again, running a hand through his hair and glancing at the letter opener lodged into the wall.

He looks back at you, "Listen, from now on, I promise, no more secrets." You scoff and roll your eyes, but he continues, "I'm serious, Y/N, no more secrets. This was my burden to bare and I handled it. Whatever happens now, we'll handle it together. I'll tell you everything that went down today if it makes you feel any better."

"You make me so angry sometimes," you say through gritted teeth.

"I know," he replies as he slowly closes the distance between you.

"Sometimes you make me want to scream."

"You always can. I won't judge," he says sincerely as he stands before you, hand hovering over your closed fist at your side.

"I really want to punch you," you mumble as you look at him.

"Do it," he says in a serious tone, "I've kept you in the dark for a lot of things, but I won't anymore. I'll let you do whatever you want. If you don't want anything to do with this business, fine. If you decide you want to partake in it, I'll let you. You have control here, Y/N," he slowly grabs hold of your wrist. He unravels your fist and guides your hand to his chest, "I let you in, Sunshine. I wanna give you my heart. It's up to you what you do to it."

You stand there speechless. For the first time, you don't know how to respond. Something in Marc's words stirs something in you. A fire in the pit of your stomach comes alive and begins to burn inside you.

Not knowing what else to do, you grip his shirt with the hand that rests on his chest. You pull him close and press your lips to his in a heated kiss. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, one hand gripping onto his hair.

Marc's hands go to your waist, pulling you even closer to him. You feel the heat of his body against yours as he kisses you back. His mouth moves against yours and you're so distracted by the taste of him you don't even realize he was walking you towards your father's desk.

He lifts you and places you onto the desktop with ease and he pulls back to look at you.

There's a haze over his eyes, his lips are slightly puffy from kissing you. His hair is disheveled from when you were gripping it.

"Do you want this?" he asks in a low whisper, his fingers grazing along the hem of your shirt.

You nod, "Yes. Fuck, Marc, fuck me."

He doesn't hesitate to pull your shirt off you in an instant, then working on your pants.

You never thought your first time with Marc would be in your father's office on his old desk. But fuck it, it's the heat of the moment. You're just hoping your dad isn't watching you about to get fucked in his office from above.

You're naked as the day you were born, laid out on the wooden desk. The cool surface a complete contrast to your body that feels like it's on fire.

"Need to get you ready," Marc murmurs as he drops to his knees, pulling your legs to rest on his shoulders, "Been dreaming about this pussy," he mumbles in between your thighs.

He licks a stripe up your slit and it causes your breath to hitch. Honestly, you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

He spreads your lips apart, delving in with a careful taste. He hums and smiles up at you, "Sweet, just like I imagined."

You whine in desperation, "Marc-"

"I know, baby. I know. Already desperate for me, aren't ya?" His thumb reached up and draws slow careful circles around your clit. The bud already hardening underneath the pressure.

You hiss out a "Fuck!" Your jaw goes slack when you feel his mouth on your again. His tongue collecting your slick, devouring you like a starved man. Your fingers weave through his locks, gripping tight, and keeping him place.

You grind up into his face and eyes staring into yours as you use his face for pleasure.

You see the lust in his eyes, the hunger and desire for you. Fuck, that look alone could make you cum.

Speaking of which, you let out a moan as you grind harder against his mouth, "Shit. I'm close," you say and it makes Marc immediately pull away.

"What-"

"Shush. The first time you cum is on my cock," he says as he immediately unzips his pants, pushing them and his underwear down enough to free his dick.

He grips himself at the base, the tip just hovering over your entrance, "This still okay?"

You roll your eyes and wrap your legs around him, "Shut up and fuck me, Spector."

Marc smirks and teases your entrance with his top. He coats himself in your slick and then slowly enters you.

Your head drops onto the desktop as he fills you, "Goddamn you feel good."

He gives an experimental thrust into you and then smirks when you moan in pleasure. He then grips you by the back of the neck and pulls you to sit up. He holds you close to him as he fucks into you.

With each snap of his hips, the desk beneath you shakes and creaks. A few of the knick knacks tip over, some pens roll onto the floor. Neither of you care in the moment, obviously, too lost in the lust.

"Harder, Marc. Please. I want it." you beg him with pleading, lust filled eyes.

"You want me to fuck you harder?" he asks in panting breaths.

You nod, "Make me forget. I don't want to think about anything else but you."

"Fuck, keep talking like that, it's gonna be over a lot sooner," he groans, thrusting into your faster and harder.

You chuckle and press your lips to his. He happily kisses you back as he fucks into you. One hand holds onto your thigh while the other is in-between you two, working your clit.

You pull away for air, your lips grazing against his. In short breaths, you murmur out, "I'm sorry I was a bitch."

He chuckles while he continues to fuck you, "It's okay. I deserve it."

"Did you really mean it? You'll give me control whenever I want it?"

He nods, "Whatever you want, Sunshine. I just want you to be happy." He leaves you speechless again, but it's fine, especially since you feel that winding in your stomach grow tighter and tighter.

"I'm close."

"Give it to me, baby. Lemme feel you. I got you, baby."

He fucks into your harder, deeper. You're sure the desk will break any moment now by how hard Marc's fucking you.

"Fuuuu-mmf!" Marc swallows your cries with a kiss. He feels the fluttering of your pussy around him and he feels in absolute bliss.

"Shit," he groans, and pulls out, jerking himself off just above your pussy. He enters you again and gives you a few more thrusts before pulling out and cumming right onto you.

He's a sweaty, panting mess and you're sure you look the same. As he catches his breath, he reaches onto the desk at the tissue box. He takes a few and wipes up the mess he left on you as well as your own mess. He then wipes himself off, tossing the remnants into the bin beside the desk. You sit up with a groan, rolling your neck and shoulders.

You sigh and look up to the ceiling, "Sorry, dad."

Marc snorts and helps you off the desk. He catches you when you lose your footing, a smirk on his face.

You roll your eyes, "Don't even."

"Didn't even say anything."

You sigh, gathering your strewn out clothes, "Let's shower and go to bed."

"Yes, ma'am," Marc murmurs, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you out of the office.

"We still need to talk more, you know," you say as you both climb the stairs.

He lowly chuckles, "In the morning. We'll talk. Promise," he pauses to kiss your head and then continues to guide you to, now, your shared bedroom.

[holyhadesimweird]

a crafty wingwoman

kenpachi zaraki x fem!reader

summary : yachiru keeps coming home with hand crafted items. kenpachi knows she can't make these and she certainly hasn't bought them. so where are they coming from? in other words, yachiru is accidentally a crafty wingwoman for you two.

notes : i'm so sorry if kenpachi doesn't really act like himself, i tried super hard

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walking around the seireitei, kenpachi found himself lost. this happened regularly and he had hoped that it wouldn't happen today. he had a check up with squad 4 just to make sure he was healthy and able to fight. but now it was looking like he was going to be late.

"excuse me? do you happen to know where i can find the medical rooms for squad 4?" kenny heard a voice ask. a hand placed themselves on his forearm and his head turned to see your face peaking up at him.

turning to face you, he looked down and started to observe you. you were small. very small. beautiful, with nice features. he could feel your strength and wondered how such a tiny body could hold so much power?

"i'm late for a meeting with a squad captain and i'm kind of stressing out. so if you could help me, that would be wonderful!" you continued, beautiful lips pulling back into a smile.

"i'm lost too. i have a check up there and i'm late." kenny said, causing you to laugh lightly.

"of course we're both lost and heading to the same place!" you giggled. "well, do you want to walk together a figure it out?"

"sure." kenny said.

"now, what do you do here?" you asked. kenny noted that you really must have been stressed because you didn't realize that he was wearing captain's garments.

"i'm a captain." he said, looking down at you. he saw your eyes widen as they looked at his garments and then connect with his.

"oh my goodness i am so sorry captain!" you bowed.

"no need to apologize. you're stressed, try not to do that again. someone might get offended." kenny said. "i'm captain kenpachi zaraki, and you are?"

"i'm (y/n)! i'm one of the members of squad 4, and i think you're who i'm supposed to meet with today." you said, a light blush on your cheeks.

"really now? well-"

"CAPTAIN!" both you and kenpachi turned toward the voice. none other than yachiru was running after you two, trying to get your attention. "YOU HAVE TO COME THIS WAY!"

"well, i think we found our meeting place. why don't i get a room set up and we can continue in there?" he heard you ask.

"yes. thank you." kenny said.

turning towards ikkaku and yumichika who were standing in the doorway of the lobby, kenny couldn't help but note that everyone was staring at you both.

"what are you staring at?" kenny asked.

"nothing!" the two members of his squad exclaimed, looking away from him.

watching as you and their captain entered a room, you with a bright smile and their captain with a very faint one, the two men in squad 11 couldn't help but be flabbergasted.

"did-"

"was he?-"

"was she smiling?-"

"are we hallucinating?" yumichika whispered.

"i don't think so. our captain was smiling at a woman!" ikkaku exclaimed quietly.

yaruchi, who was watching and listening to all of this thought that this was the perfect opportunity to get what she wants.

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a week later, when kenpachi came home after a long day of fighting, the last thing he expected to happen was to trip over a multitude of things that sat in the entrance of his and yaruchi's house. his feet seemed to get tangled in whatever the hell was on the floor and kenpachi found himself on the floor after a good 10 seconds of struggling.

"kenny! are you okay?" he heard yachiru ask.

looking down at his feet, kenpachi saw some scarves, some toques, and some other handmade items all tangled together.

"i can't believe you got taken out by some hats and scarves!" yachiru giggled.

"what in the hell is all of this yachiru?" he asked as he tried to untangle himself. in a minute he was going to cut it all up to get free.

"oh it's nothing! just something i found today." and off she went to bed, leaving him to put away these items that she brought home.

a little while later, he heard her feet gently hitting the floor as she approached him. he could see she had a measuring tape in her hands and didn't question her measuring the size of his shoulders, his head, his hands and his arms before heading back to bed without saying anything.

"i wonder what that's for?" kenny thought to himself.

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"uh yachiru? what's on your head?" kenpachi heard lieutenant abarai ask his lieutenant.

turning towards the two, kenny saw yachiru with a frog hat on her head. she was getting plenty of looks from everyone who walked by.

"oh it's nothing! just something i got today!" yaruchi said, as if that explained anything.

"well it's very cute! it looks like it was made by miss-" kenny interrupted her.

"take it off before someone uses it to slit your throat." kenny said, gaining the looks of everyone around him.

"awww... but kenny!-" yachiru tried.

"no yachiru, you could get hurt." kenpachi said. "you can wear it when we're not working though. it is quite lovely."

as kenpachi turned to leave, everyone's faces harboured a look of disbelief at what the captain just said.

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while on a mission together, kenpachi noticed that yachiru had a small satchel on her shoulder.

"yachiru, what is that?" kenny asked.

"it's my snack holder! i packed some snacks for us in case we get hungry so we don't run out of energy to fight!" the young girl explained, handing him an apple. "miss (y/n) also packed it with some first aid equipment in case we needed it!"

"interesting, what a smart woman. it was good thinking to bring it yachiru." kenny complimented as he took the fruit.

he had to confess that lately, after meeting you while both of you were lost, and seeing you occasionally in the halls, kenny had become enamoured by you. he loved talking with you, you were very smart and resourceful, and while you seemed fragile, were actually very strong. he had wanted to spend more time with you, but was embarrassed to admit that he was too nervous to try anything more than you two had already been doing.

"do you like miss (y/n)?" yachiru asked him.

"she is smart and strong, she would make an excellent member of our squad or the stealth squad." kenny answered.

"no kenny! i mean, do you like like her? like can she be my mom?" yachiru asked, innocent eyes looking up at him.

upon hearing that kenny started coughing aggressively when he swallowed a piece of his apple wrong. trying to not choke, kenny continued coughing until he was able to breathe normally agian.

after a few moments of silence (our of embarrassment on kenpachi's end and not knowing what to do on yachiru’s end) , yaruchi turned to him and asked, "what's your favourite colour?"

"why do you want to know?" kenny questionned, going back to normal.

"just answer the question! it's a surprise!" yachiru whined.

"right now? black." kenny answered.

"...that's not a colour but okay." yaruchi pouted.

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"captain! do you know where yachiru is? she had something delivered but wasn't there to receive it." ikkaku's voice rang in kenny's ears.

turning to face the member in the third seat of his division, kenpachi wondering what it could be now. yachiru had brought home a variety of things that seemed never ending.

looking at the item in ikkaku's hands, he decided enough was enough and he would have to tell her to stop bringing home so many items.

"i can take it. i'll give it to her when i see her." kenpachi held his hand out.

"thank you sir, i believe she's with (y/n), last i heard." ikkaku told him, giving his captain the wrapped item.

"she's with (y/n)?" kenny asked, looking intensely at ikkaku, waiting for his answer.

"...yes?" ikkaku answered unsure, why was his captain asking about (y/n)?- oh wait, ikkaku remembered exactly why his captain might be asking.

"thank you ikkaku." kenpachi said, brushing past his squad member.

ikkaku now had to tell yumichika about this.

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after getting lost too many times, kenpachi made his way back to his and yachiru’s shared home. upon approaching the doorway, he could hear two distinct giggles coming from inside his home. knowing one was yaruchi, he pushed the door open to enter his home.

"oh no! kenny's home!" he heard yachiru whisper to someone.

"it's okay, i've finished anyways, you remember that i had it delivered to the room you told me about? didn't you pick it up?" he heard you, of course it was you, whisper back.

"oh no! i forgot about it!" he heard her starting to get a little louder.

"it's okay yachiru, i have whatever it is you're talking about, right here." kenny spoke up.

approaching where you two were sitting, he could see all sorts of materials scattered on the floor of his home. was it... yarn? he saw you standing next to yachiru who was holding her hands behind her back.

"yachiru you have to stop bringing so many things home, we don't have room for all of it." kenpachi said.

"it's okay! it's all mine anyways, i can take back some of the stuff you don't want for other kids to have!" you said, smiling at him. "plus, i made something for you. actually two somethings."

he watched as yachiru handed him another wrapped item.

"those are for you, you should open them!" yachiru told him.

opening the two items, he saw that one of the items was a scarf the other was a pair of mittens. they appeared to be for his size, which was surprising since he was so large.

"these are for me?" kenpachi asked, looking up at you.

"yeah! yachiru and i thought it might be nice for you to have something warm to wear when the weather gets chilly." you said. "...unless you don't like them?"

"no, they're amazing. i'll keep them, they'll be of use." kenny said.

"oh thank god, i was worried you didn't like them and i made them for nothing." he heard you laughed awkwardly. looking at the scarf and mittens, he registered that they were in fact handmade and that's why yachiru took his measurements so long ago.

"you made these?" he asked, shaking his head. "you're even more amazing than i thought."

walking closer to you, he grabbed one of your hands and placed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.

"thank you for these." kenpachi said.

"of course, anything for you." you said, making his eyes widen slightly. "this is gonna be bold of me, but do you maybe wanna go on a date with me?"

the way you were looking at him was going to make him combust. he'd hadn't felt so vulnerable in forever. you were his weakness.

"yes. i'd like to go on a date with you. you're strong and smart, i have an idea of what we could do." he answered.

"does this mean (y/n) is going to be my mom?!" you both heard yachiru exclaim.

"not yet, the captain and i have to go on many many many dates before that happens. if it happens." you told her. "adult relationships are complicated. but i'd like to try."

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

ikkaku and yumichika thought they were seeing things.

was that... their captain, holding your hand? following you? with a smile on his face?

looking at each other in disbelief, they didn't know what to do.

"is that-?" they turned to see renji and some other lieutenants looking at their captain.

"don't say anything to him unless you want your hands cut off." ikkaku said.

"that is so cute!" momo whispered.

"i've never seen him so... happy?" renji said.

"i think it's finally time he had some happiness."

[svetamillss]

In the game "Odd Out" I was not given the right to choose.

Featuring: Nam Gyu x Reader(f)

Summary: In this story, the heroine has a name, but you can replace it with your name!

Warnings: Agnst, deaths, deviation from the plot.

A/N: This is my first agnst, there will be mistakes and shortcomings here, I apologize in advance!

Nam Gyu has always been a lonely person, no, he had friends, but he couldn't call them close, so... just friends at parties.

But when he agreed to play the game to make money, everything changed for him. It would seem, how can you find something good in such a disgusting place? But he was able to. He met two people. Rapper Thanos, who often hanged out at club, and a nice girl named Young Hee. They all got closer at the second game, where it was necessary to assemble a team of five people. When they lacked one person, Thanos pointed to her, and Nam Gyu's heart froze for a moment, when he saw her, he realized that he had fallen in love at first sight. She agreed to join them. She wasn't like him or like Thanos. She didn't go to clubs, wasn't too loud and studied at the university, she also worked to help her sick mother and brother. But she hooked Nam Gyu, he didn't really know why, but she was different, not like other girls, she's special.

- Stop drooling on her, Nam Su. - Thanos kicked him when he looked at the girl for too long, fortunately she was far away from him and did not see all this.

- I'm Nam Gyu, and in general.. I don't drool. - he replied irritably.

- Dude, you fell in love with her! During the second game, you didn't look away from her, and when you supported her, it's just a fairy tale. And now, you keep looking at her.

- Yes, I fell in love with her. She's special, you know? - after these words, player 230 tried to carefully examine the girl, but found nothing unusual in her.

- In my opinion, she's an ordinary gray mouse, what only did you like about her.

- Hey, don't call her that! - Nam Gyu got angry and his friend raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

- Okay, okay, ask her out on a date then.

- It's too early bye.. I just met her, I think she'll refuse.

- Well, then after the third game, you'll get to know each other better and that's it, it's yours. - the guy nodded approvingly, because he thought his friend was absolutely right.

He decided to wait for the third game and then invite Young Hee on a date.

But he didn't have time to do it.

There was a third game, which was called "Odd Out", the participants were explained the rules of the game, many considered this game very simple, someone was terrified.

- Yes, the game is very easy! - Thanos shouted and quietly handed a pill to a friend, but he refused.

- I think I'll refuse. - player 230 just hummed and took this pill himself.

- Always stay close to me, okay, Young Hee? - Nam Gyu said softly, turning to the girl who was very nervous, but when she heard his words, she calmed down a little.

- Okay, thank you.

The first rounds were not so difficult. The guys passed everything together and very well, especially thanks to Thanos, who acted very quickly under drugs.

- The last round is left, and we will win. - Nam Gyu told the guys when everyone was waiting for the number.

- Yes, we will win. - Young Hee and Thanos answered in chorus.

But the number two appeared on the screen. And the world seemed to stop at that moment. Everything was like in slow motion. Nam Gyu looked first at Thanos, and then at the frightened Young Hee.

- Young... - he didn't have time, Thanos abruptly grabs his hand and tormented him to the open door, leaving the girl completely alone, in the middle of this chaos.

She looked after them, there were tears on her cheeks, she understood that it was the end.

The guys ran into the room and Thanos closed the door.

- OPEN THE DOOR!! - Nam Gyu shouted at the top of his lungs, tucking the unfortunate handle, but it did not open treacherously. Thanos silently watched this whole picture, it was impossible to see anything specific in his eyes.

- YEON HEE!!! - the guy shouted, but he couldn't do anything, he could only watch how the guard approached the girl and shot her in the head, after which her lifeless body fell to the ground.

- NO! No, no, no!!!! - the guy was hysterical, he just lost the man he loved, who became dear to him.

- Say thank you for surviving. In this game, we had to make a choice, and I made it. - Thanos didn't get any answer.

When they left the room and were about to leave, player 124 stopped briefly near the place where just a couple of minutes ago his live Young Hee stood, now only blood was left from her, spread on the floor.

The guys didn't talk to each other at dinner. Although Thanos tried, but received only ignoring from the outside, so he decided to score and quietly have dinner rolls.

- Okay, I'll go to the toilet. - after a while, the friend blurted out, leaving Nam Gyu alone with his thoughts.

Only when the guy was left alone, he came to his senses. He looked at the silhouette of his "friend" and murderous anger and revenge appeared in his eyes. Player 124 got up, took the kitchen fork, which everyone was given for dinner, and followed his friend.

- Oh, you finally came to your senses! - said Thanos when he noticed his friend who came in, but instead of answering he was pressed against the wall, hitting his back very painfully, there was no one in the room except them.

- Are you crazy!? Let me go, Nam Su!

- I'M NAM GYU!!

- Okay, Nam Gyu, friend, let me go, don't put on shows here.

- What kind of friend am I to you... you can't even remember my name. - tears flowed treacherously down the guy's cheeks. - I trusted you! I thought you were best friend! I told you that I fell in love! And I was glad when you supported me! But you killed her!

- I DIDN'T KILL HER! I saved both of us! If we had been slow, all three of us would have died! Did you want it!?

- I wanted to choose her!! I wanted to go to the room with her! - Thanos laughed at the guy's words.

- Ahahaha, I see, did you decide to leave me there?

- You could find someone else! I know you! You wouldn't be lost in that game! And she was weaker!

- Dude, you can be angry with me, but you should be grateful that you survived! - Thanos abruptly pushed the guy away and was about to leave.

- Damn grateful... - Nam Gyu said quietly, then put a fork in the guy's neck.

The wound was so deep that Thanos immediately fell, holding on to his neck, trying to somehow stop the bleeding, he looked at Nam Gyu standing next to him for the last time.

- Nam.. Gyu..- these were his last words, in a moment the soul left his body.

Player 124 was left alone again. Alone in this cursed game, which first gave him close people, and then brazenly took away.

He didn't want to continue playing anymore, he didn't want anything else. The guy twisted the very fork in his hand that had Thanos' blood on it.

Nam Gyu put her in the same way, in his neck, as he did to player 230. And in a couple of minutes the guards will find two bodies in the men's toilet.

- Players 230 and 124 were eliminated. - a woman's voice echoed in the common room.

[nalyra-dreaming]

I know people have a lot of different theories about this, and my apologies if you've already shared your own but do you think it was really Armand that got Louis out of the wall after the trail? Louis said he recognized Armand's blood in the rocks, but Louis has also been wrong about the way a lot of things happened. When he asks if Armand saved him at the trail and Armand says yes, I hear more hesitation there while he is bald face LYING than in his next yes to Louis' question about if he freed him, which makes me think it might be at least some what true? And if it is why save Louis when he'd just tried to have him killed? Maybe some kind of parallel of him counting on Louis to destroy the coven the way he'd manipulated Lestat into doing the same before?

The main thing that bugs me is that obviously Armand's whole "Woe is me I was being punished by the coven for saving Louis" schtick is bullshit, so how much of the following part of that story about how his "reduced status" allowed him to sneak Louis out of the wall is true? There's also the fact that Lestat was still in Paris, and I cannot imagine a reality where Lestat knows Louis is being starved to death in a wall and doesn't try to save him. Like. If he had any control in the matter, he wouldn't let that happen, period. There is of course that we know for sure now (thanks Sam lmao) that Lestat was coerced/controlled into being at the trail in the first place, so he very well could have been in some kind a captive state himself, in addition to probably also being grief mad over Claudia, while Louis was trapped in the coffin that would have stopped him from doing anything about or knowing it was happening in the first place.

I am so excited for s3 I am going to gnaw off my own arm! Anyway, would love your thoughts, thanks!

Okay, so up until yesterday I would have said: well it must have been Armand, Lestat was chained up in the tower after the trial.

However, the writer's room just posted this:

And look, there's a "Lestat's coffin"... that we see Armand close when he tells of how he has been "demoted".

Now, I always thought that Lestat would be there, I mean we see him sitting there, but I thought that he might be in one of the tombs maybe, but no, they put him in a coffin.

And when he didn't behave like he should at the trial they punished him, and Armand went and took his coffin, which is a very Armand thing to do, I can tell you, lmao. (Arguably he is seen doing that in his narration of events, too.) (EDIT: @lightleckrereins pointed out it likely wasn't Lestat's coffin after all, so I'll stay with 'Armand so would' *g*)

Anyways, back to your question:

The show established that maker and fledgling can feel each other through the cord.

There is no way - no way! - that Lestat would have stayed calm and silent while he would have felt Louis starve to death (as you also point out). NONE.

Which makes me think that maybe he made some kind of deal with Armand (and this is one of the approaches I am using in my fic, just for the record), to get Louis out.

Now. The thing is.

There IS a possibility that Armand got Louis out, dragged the box through the sewers to a certain point, got Lestat, took him also through the sewers, to revive Louis.

But I think that is unlikely, as much as I would love it to be true. Because I don't think there's a way in HELL that Lestat would have left Louis then.

And Louis wasn't dead or deaf, he would have noticed Lestat and Armand there.

I think it is far more likely that Armand freed Louis, and then left him, as part of ... whatever deal.

There is also the third possibility, that Armand and Lestat took Louis out of the wall, Lestat revived Louis, and then Armand dragged Lestat away (who was clearly not at the top of his powers as seen and stated by Sam).

But I think the coven dynamics after the trial would argue against that, as well as the aforementioned fact that Lestat would have wanted to stay, and even then, even in his weakened state he would have fought.

EXCEPT maybe... that part of the tale is true, namely that Armand waited for Santiago to be distracted to make his/their move. But again, there, still, does someone not being there when Louis wakes up come in. Which weighs heavily, imho.

All in all - I think it is a possibility that it was Lestat who got Louis out, yes. A high possibility if you factor a deal in.

The blood? Possibility as well, but not likely, for practicality reasons. Except, of course, the whole aftermath went vastly different, which is another possibility.

We do know Lestat's skin looked weirdly like still healing from burns in the reunion scene after all....

So maybe he did, and was still there when Louis burned the theater.

That, too, is a possibility.

Until we get more posts or clues it will be impossible to tell, tbh. :)

And yes, I am soooooo excited for s3, I can't even :)))))) And the tease in OnlyFangs with the quote between Lestat and Gabrielle!!!!!!!!!

[sweetbunpura]

Blaze

First - Second

"Rolls, you keep all these books, but where's the one you were reading?" Yuu muttered to herself as she looked through the dorm for the book Rollo had asked for.

He was still at S.T.Y.X, having tests run on him by Idia and the others as they tried to learn why Rollo's blot levels weren't going down. The damage Malleus had done to him during his overblot had caused him to be bedridden. Yuu bit her lip as she remembered that Rollo had gone back in for surgery before she had left.

".....Child of Man."

Speaking of the devil, Yuu closed her eyes and sighed through her nose before slowly turning to see Malleus standing behind her in the hallway. The draconic fae didn't have any visible damage on him, outside of the tired look in his eyes, he was relatively unharmed. Yuu felt anger begin to boil in her stomach and she glares at him.

"What?"

"I...I came to apologize-"

"Keep it to yourself then, cause I don't wanna fucking hear it."

He flinched at her harsh words. "Please. I-"

"Draconia, do you know how much damage you did to everyone? And I'm not just talking about NRC, I'm talking about the entire world." Yuu folds her arms. "Locking someone in their dream hurts the person. What we dream about is often times us at our most vulnerable."

Malleus' eyes focused on her. "I..."

"Do you know what Rolls' dream was?"

"...."

"I know you know what it was, you were keeping an eye on everyone's, including mine." Her voice got sharper. "What was it?"

"His brother... he dreamt that his brother was alive."

"And mine?"

"Child of Man-"

"And mine?"

"You were back home and your father was alive." Malleus' hand curled into a fist. "Everything was happening at once! Lilia leaving and you talking about finding a way home! I was going to be alone again!"

Thunder boomed outside causing a green light to flash and illuminating the room. The fae flinched as he stared at the cold look on Yuu's face.

"You'd be alone? So, Sebek and Silver are what? Dead weight? Not there?"

"N-No-"

"But you'd said you'd be alone. Three years you've spent here, Draconia, and not once did you make yourself out to be friendly. You made yourself be aloof and mysterious. You were powerful and untouchable with an air of majesty about you."

"That is not-"

"But it is, right?" She raised her eyebrow. "It was only after you interacted with me did people start seeing you as being approachable. Sure you'll live for far longer than any of us will, but you'll have memories. Even if they hurt, you can look back on them with fondness."

"Then I'll be haunted by them instead." He bared his teeth. "You speak of all the good it brings, but never the hurt that follows. The memories you have of your father, they hurt you, do they not?"

"Of fucking course they do, but you know what else comes with it? Happiness. I'm glad those memories happened, I'm glad I can look back on them despite everything."

"You are not cursed with a long life!"

"And you were blessed with a loving living father!" Yuu snapped. "Lilia may not be your fucking blood, but he loved your ungrateful ass like his own son!" She snarled. "I would give anything to have my dad by my side! For him to see me graduate and grow into the woman he knew I could be!"

"And I gave you that, did I not?"

"That was a imitation, you sack of shit! You, who only thought to save Lilia and me, didn't think to regard the others! Call what you did for what it was, Draconia, it was you being fucking selfish! You fucking spoiled little brat!"

"I'm not a spoiled brat and I am not selfish!" Flames erupted around Malleus. "Such names you call me, but you are equally unable to see what you are! A sad and angry little girl!"

"I know what I am, Draconia, I just don't hide it! You expect me to roll over and accept what you've done!? To welcome you back with open fucking arms? News flash, you piece of shit, I didn't do that with the others and you certainly ain't getting the special treatment for this!"

"And yet you befriended them just like you have me."

"I gave them a second chance because they gave me time to fucking heal and think about what happened." She rolls up her sleeves, showing off the numerous blot scars. "Everyone caused a blot scar. They didn't come at me with a 'woe is me' story. They gave me time and a heartfelt apology. Meanwhile, you come to me after three days and expect me to open my arms up to you."

The flames died down as Malleus looked chestfallen.

"Draconia." Yuu's voice is quiet as she holds up the book Rollo requested. "Rollo is stuck at nearly overblotting, Idia and Ortho can't figure out why, and he's gone in for a 2nd surgery because of the wounds you caused him."

"I-"

"The amount of anger and malice coming off of you overfed his Unique Magic, that's how he was able to take you down. If I lose the man I love, I will personality hunt you down and show you how hard this 'sad and angry little girl' hits."

With that, Yuu shoved her way past Malleus and left Ramshackle. Leaving the young heir there to ruminate on what he had done.

[kingqueensoobscene]

hear me out hear me out Lil’ Pootis BLU Scout but with like a nice partner, someone who’s like really nice and sweet and it’s a personality difference for the two but they get along so well!!

WOOO YOUR GIRL IS BACK!!!!!!! I’ve been so busy, but now I’m slowly getting back to it. Don’t guarantee anything ;3 this was such a cute ask!!

LIL POOTIS!BLU!SCOUT X A KIND READER

-Ok, so, Spy is definitely going to say to his son how he can’t make fun of his marriage to Engineer because Scout just found someone who is the total opposite of him as well. You two are pretty much like Spy and Engineer, Scout just hates to admit it.

-You are a rock to Scout. Being on the Blu team is rough in the first place since they’re on the short end of the stick and they get roughed up more than they win. Even if you are apart of this mess as a fellow mercenary, it is a shock how you managed to find a balance with your emotions. None of them have had a good day since they got assigned to payloads for the week, so you’re a good presence to have around. Always helping out, making jokes, distracting the others. 

-Which is why they were shocked when you started dating the Scout. It wasn’t an issue, you were on the same team. It was just a surprise to everyone else. Sure, you stood out in the cold with him when he was told to quit smoking indoors (though, him and Sniper still did on occasion), he gave you pointers on that rifle of yours and he was always asking where you were. But it didn’t seem that serious. No one really cared, everyone does their own thing. It’s still a shock though. 

-It’s best when you two are on the field together. He runs through the line of sight so you can sneak your way to the control point without even a cut. He doesn’t ever want you to get needlessly hurt on the field, even though you are a trained killer. So, he just goes before you get the chance. He was always taught you look out for those you care about (Thanks Spy). If you’re quicker than him, he will just run past you. Either way, you’re not getting shot. You will respawn either way, but he does not care. 

-Spy and Engineer are happy about your relationship. More Engineer than Spy. Del wants Scout to be closer with him, so he comes extra supportive. Even before you and Scout dated, Engie was always kind back to you. He is always waving at you with a smile after his entry shot the enemy Demoman. Spy will always remind Scout to treat your kindness back and to not take advantage of it. To always take you out to a nice place or buy you that thing you have been talking about as your birthday gets closer. Scout is not a very selfish guy, he has proven that to you before, though Spy worries. 

-Speaking of, any time you two go out, Scout will assume you want to do something fancy. If there is anything his dad has taught him, it’s that you do overly romantic things. If you hate going out to eat or you don’t have anything nice to wear, just tell him. He’s fine with just going to the corner store and getting some snacks. At least, he cleans up well and owns at least 2 two-pieces. He hates slicking his hair back though because you can see how far back his hairline has become.

-If you tell him straightforwardly how handsome you think he is, he gets super cocky. Like the “I know, thank you.” kind of way. Especially if you compliment his form. He has been working out for a couple years since joining his dad, he knows the progress he has made and how in shape he is. You do not even have to tell him, he knows you do. But once in a while, he will do something stupid like do a pull up on a random, low hanging pipe in the hallway to   impress you. If you’re the type of person to go crazy with compliments, he looks like he does not care. That is until he can’t help but smirk and say, “You’re alright.” before laughing and giving you a kiss on your hand to apologize. 

-By the way, he loves hand kisses. Not even in the romantic way. He will shake your hand limply and then kiss you with a big “Mwah!” and start laughing at how cringe that was.

-Since the days rotate on who is going out on the missions, you two have days where you don’t see each other. He will get home with his nose red and his clothes damp from the blowing, snowy winds outside and he just lays next to you on your shared bed, reading until you hug him at his side and kiss his shoulder. PDA isn’t a big thing to him. I mean, you’re with him, aren’t you? Everyone knows you two are in a established relationship that does not violate the Administrator’s rules, so why not show off a little? An arm will be wrapped around your back and the magazine on his lap. 

-Sometimes, he likes the silence when he comes back into the base. Of course, you know this too. As previously mentioned in my other post with the Lil Pootis Scouts, Blu Scout likes to go to the boiler room where the heaters and generators lie to get some privacy and warm up. It’s sort of hard to hide that you two cuddle in there, not that anyone goes there anyways, so eventually everyone found out. Though, if you are a girl, I would say Miss Pauling would allow you your own private room as a courtesy, so the others would only notice Scout’s absence and assume he disappeared to have a smoke. 

-If you’re a persistent person who will do anything for someone, you have absolutely gone outside with Scout while he was smoking. Spy has scolded him more than once, so now he has to make a habit of it. He hates when you come with him as he does not want you to get cold, but he knows you are stubborn. It’s not the company he minds, rather that you are withstanding the cold and the smell of cigarettes to be with him. He thinks you are the most thoughtful person ever for even bringing his lighter that he forgot or brought him some hot chocolate. Often, the other mercenaries catch you two chatting by the water tunnel while you rambled on to Scout about your day. 

Wafting against the cold, the flame kissed the tip of the cigarette and burned bright. The silver box shut at the pressure of your thumb and you put away his lighter. Grey puffs floated across the frozen air and danced with the deep shades of a painted blue and speckles of white. Your head against his falling shoulder. His hand at your right side, rubbing along your coat. He dragged his cigarette and blew away from you. Then he smiled. A soft smile that few could see. Sure, he was always smiling, but not like this. You are the person he wants to smile this way to. Because you are the person that melts him down, that makes him warm to the touch and wear down the usual tense. Overwhelmed, he did not like you when you first met as trainees. You would not last, he thought. You were too much. You did not shut up, you were too nice, you would be knocked before you could speak another word in no time. Sometimes, he looks back at his young self and wants smack him silly. Someone compassionate, someone who balanced out his mellow wanted to be his friend. Before he was good at what he did, before he got stronger and better at everything, you liked him.

Now, you are out in the cold with your shivering spine and twitching head. Eyes rolled and he’s off the boulder. It was freezing for you, you should warm up. But you had his lighter. And you kept your hands in your pockets. Unamused eyes looked at you as he prodded you to hand it over. You only backed up and smiled. He only got more demanding and he moved closer. You shook your head and giggled. A sigh comes from him. Then he pulls off his scarf and moves up to wrap it around. 

Now you felt a little bad. Smoke blew again. He smirked. A hand on your chin and your lips on his. Something sweet, then bitter. Ash was not a pleasant taste. And he knew it. 

[soonellow]

11:35PM

Tags: hoshi x gn!reader, cuteness aggression, fluff, late night ramen thingz, loser!hoshi kinda idek I feel like he’s always a looser (first time post kinda nervous 😬)

It had been a long day, and you were sprawled out on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. You were just trying to turn your brain off for a bit when the doorbell rang, cutting through the quiet. You groaned loudly, making sure whoever was on the other side could hear your clear displeasure. With a dramatic sigh, you dragged yourself to the door and opened it, surprised to see Soonyoung standing there.

Your eyes widened. What the heck? You had just been telling him how busy he'd be with Booseoksoon's promotions and the upcoming tour. He'd promised he wouldn’t have time to visit this week.

"The fuck?" you mumbled groggily, and Soonyoung let out a soft giggle.

He grinned, stepping past you as he gently turned you around. “I can’t believe my own girlfriend isn’t happy to see me,” he teased, dramatically pouting. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face.

“Hey! You’re the one who said you’d be busy! I had already made plans to go to sleep all lonely, alone!” you shot back, matching his dramatic tone.

“Wow, so it’s my fault now, huh? Well, lucky for you, I’m here now,” he replied with a playful chuckle, rummaging through his bag.

Curious, you leaned in to see what he was pulling out. He grinned, dramatically pulling a pack of ramen from his bag.

“I brought ramen!” he announced.

You gasped, immediately getting up and snatching one of the packets from his hands. "Hey, why are you more excited about the ramen than me?" he whined, but you didn’t answer. You were already lost in your excitement.

"I'm hungry," you muttered, practically glowing at the sight of the ramen.

Soonyoung smiled at your enthusiasm and wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you into a hug from behind. You tried to wriggle away, but his touch was too comforting.

“I still want the ramen though!” you said, laughing as you melted into his embrace.

Eventually, you both ended up in the kitchen, making the ramen together, Soonyoung still clinging to your back like a koala.

Later, as you both sat down on the couch, quietly eating, Soonyoung slurped down his noodles in no time. You were still taking your time when you felt his eyes on you. You turned to him, cheeks full, and swallowed quickly.

“Do I have something on my face?” you asked, mouth still half-full.

He laughed, his gaze softening. “I missed you,” he said, eyes locked on yours.

You smiled and placed your bowl on the coffee table, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around your neck. “I missed you too…” you murmured quietly, but he immediately perked up, his face lighting up with joy.

“Hm? What? What did you say?” He gently pushed you down onto the couch so you were lying face-to-face, holding you in place. His fingers hovered near your sides, ready to tickle you if you tried to escape.

You tried to squirm away, but he had you pinned. Once he calmed down, he rested his head on yours, and you snuggled into his chest, both of you settling into a comfortable silence.

After a moment, Soonyoung spoke again, his voice softer. “Sorry I haven’t been around much... I really missed you. I want to be with you, but I’ve just been so busy. I’m really sorry.”

You shifted, looking up at him, and cupped his face with your hands. “Soonie, you don’t need to apologize. I get it. Seriously, you're the best.”

He smiled at your reassurance, but then his face turned playful. He raised a hand and pinched your cheek hard. “Ahhh, I love you so much!” he whined, and you screamed in protest, trying to escape his grip.

[class-of-classic-blog]

Can you do some headcanons about the Mad Hatter Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaase

I AM SO SO SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING SOONER. I was out of city but i saw this ask and i wrote this in my notes and i just now had time to post it. Again i am so sorry and i hope that you like these headcanons

-Mad Hatters full name is Maddox Magnus Lynex Ignatius Barnabas Edmund Rupert Xylophone Reen Cornelius Wilfred Hatter

- He can taste colors and see sounds (no, i don't wanna explain)

-Likes experimenting with tea and makes it with all kinds of exotic herbs (once he accidentally made a tea with marijuana)

- He's tall, like very tall

-His best friends from Ever After High are GoodKing and Badwolf

-Even though he can hear narrators they didn told him about reds and badwolfs relationship, Badwolf told him himself -He was called into the headmaster's office more times than chashire because of his hmmm… let's say not so normal way of doing things

-He finds Ever After High pretty boring and can't understand why anyone would go there willingly

- Has 365 different hats, one for every day, he doesn't know how many hats he actually has, he just collects them

- Daily solves riddles with Alice and it is one of his favorite activities

-His pockets are field with a bunch of things(animal figurins, mirror, marbels,a bottle opener shaped like fish, salt and peper shakers, jar full of random keys,music box,calednder from 1912 and who knows what else)

-Hatter has a watch that's always showing the wrong time but he insists it is the right time

-breaks the fourth wall way too many times, gets scolded by the narrators, stops for a few days, and then does it again

-He believe time is a currency, and if someone wastes theirs, they demand repayment in “borrowed moments".

These headcanons are more based on his teenage years,but here is my favorite headcanon from his adult life as an apology for answering so late

-He pulled baby Maddie out of his hat. That's his child. There is no mother, there is no birth. He was like "You know what? I want a child" and just straight up pulled her out of his hat.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera Ch 36 - Lost

What went before

If you’re new to this madness It might make sense to read at least chs 28 & 29 to meet Bez and find out what Scott’s deal is… and maybe 35 as that happens literally just before this and will explain why he’s wobbly. Alternatively, yolo - dive in and see if you can make any sense of this mad little scene which wasn’t even in the plot outline but once I pictured it refused to be left out. ☺️

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Despite the early hour, the streets were busy with folk on whatever missions drew them out into the late spring sunshine. Most of these appeared to involve heading downhill, towards the seafront, but at a frustratingly ambling pace.

Bez carved a path through the crowd and Estera weaved her way behind while Scott, unused to feeling like the bulky member of a duo, tried to follow in her wake before the gaps closed after her. He found himself continually apologising to the various beach-equipment-laden people he bumped with a shoulder or an elbow.

Of course if he considered them a trio, he’d arguably have to concede the majority of the bulk was with the four legged one… even without the floof, the Pyr was a wall of muscle that even Virgil might think twice about opposing.

Despite that, and despite the extreme drool and (he suppressed the urge to shiver at the thought) the perfectly-normal-amount-of-teeth-for-his-species… Scott was beginning to genuinely warm to the creature. Not least because in the half hour following Scott’s embarrassing wobble and their ‘moment’ of understanding over his drool-soaked peace offering, Bez had barely left Scott’s side.

Though he would deny it vehemently to most anyone who asked, it was kind of comforting being shadowed by a giant teddy bear. Solid, mostly immovable, but enthusiastically (overwhelmingly) affectionate. As long as you didn’t try to make him do anything he hadn’t already decided to, Bez was pretty much benign. Kind of a cross between Virgil before 9am and Gordon on a sugar high, he mused, only rather hairier and maybe marginally less coherent…

Yeah it was going pretty well. The faint scratching at the edge of his consciousness was ignorable. Hopefully if he could handle a dog this size, then others would become ok too and he would get back to a place where they didn’t even have to be a consideration. He just needed to get enough of a grip on himself not to completely fall apart when he was taken by surprise…

He felt a hot little prickle of shame flow through his face as he recalled her Edith’s concerned face at the window. It had barely registered at the time but she must have heard Estera call out to him. If only he’d managed to get inside before… ugh. Strangely he couldn’t find he was so bothered by Estera seeing that kind of weakness in him... perhaps because she had before. But other people… he couldn’t afford for other people to know. It wasn’t… just… no. He needed to be stronger than that.

He was sure he hadn’t made a sound but Estera suddenly gave him a look over her shoulder, a mildly raised eyebrow and then a slight frown as if she could hear the direction his thoughts were taking and disapproved.

He gave her his best reassuring smile.

She smiled faintly back, clearly unconvinced, but was forced to return her attention to not falling over a large pushchair that stuck out across their path.

Maybe she was right. Maybe he was being too hard on himself… after all it was always going to be a tricky day. Perhaps the trickiest in a string of hard days in the hardest season - the time of year when he was less able to ignore the quiet truth that despite being rescued there was a little part of him that had always remained lost.

But the rest of him was alive and so was she. And the air was warm and the sky was blue. He took a deep appreciative breath then mumbled another apology as he twisted sideways to edge past a person hefting two enormous drinks coolers and a large rucksack.

Anyway, he refocused his wandering mind, it was good to have Bez there, because any passers by who might have any attention to spare them were looking at the enormous white dog-mountain and not the awkwardly tall man with the face people often seemed to find oh-so-familiar. As ever, he was hiding behind his beloved aviators and a nondescript baseball cap but for once he felt perhaps he didn’t need to. That felt good too.

He chuckled as Estera put on a sudden spurt of speed, dragged forwards by her beloved hellhound then startled as they unexpectedly veered to the right down a side street. Scott, unable to change direction in time was carried along by the crowd for a few moments before he was able to battle his way back up the narrow sidewalk, apologising still more as he pushed against the flow.

He found his friend crouched in front of a tiny child who was sobbing out a garbled explanation of why she’d let go of her brother’s hand and how badly she wanted her mama and daddy. Bez had curled himself around her back and she seemed entirely unworried by this despite the dog being taller than she was. In fact Scott could see a small hand clinging tightly to the longer fur by the his neck.

Scott dropped to his knees next to Estera “Hey there, we’ll find them for you. What’s your name?”

The little girl peered up at him and wailed:

“T-T-Twaceee. I’s Twacy an’ ‘m lost!”

Huh. What were the chances of that?

He looked at Estera and she nodded agreement. Leaving them there, the little girl having buried her face back in Bez’s furry shoulder while Estera chatted soothingly. The cars were moving fairly slowly and he rated his chances of being seen reasonably highly, what with the height and all. He hopped off the kerb and jogged down the road, calling out to people as he passed:

“Excuse me, has anyone lost a Tracy?”

“We have a little girl called Tracy back there, does anyone know…?

“I need to find Tracy’s parents?”

“Sorry, I’m looking for Tracy’s Mom and Dad?”

“Tracy’s Mommy and Daddy? No?”

“Tracy? I have a lost Tracy?”

Some sympathetic looks but not a glimmer of recognition. This wasn’t working. And he was getting too far away. He stopped and waited for a cyclist to swerve around him then yelled at the top of his voice:

“I NEED TRACY’S PARENTS!”

Scott paused, suddenly overcome by a hollow feeling in his gut and a bitter taste on his tongue.

He huffed a small laugh to himself. Didn’t he just?

He rounded a corner and came upon a kerfuffle up ahead as people tried to bypass a blockage on the sidewalk. In moments the blockage resolved itself into a wild eyed and clearly panicking couple dragging an overladen trolley and a slightly older child in a large sunhat who was dragging his feet with an air of mutiny. He didn’t really need further confirmation but the man’s gasp of “Did you say Tracy? Thank God!” provided it anyway.

Excited giggles greeted them as they rounded the corner and then at a high pitched cry of “Skacz! Łapa!” Bez leaped into the air then landed on all fours and shook himself vigorously.

“Well done! He likes you!” Estera patted her on the back and little Tracy clapped in delight. The smaller of Scott’s companions pushed past and ran over to join them.

“Bez! Miss H!”

“Oh hello, Jeff!” She looked up and smiled warmly. “Is this your little sister?”

“Your kids are Jeff and Tracy?!” Scott’s reaction slipped out before he could stop himself.

Belatedly recognising the young lad from the rescue and worried he might recognise him in turn, Scott tugged at the peak of his cap and slouched a little. Fortunately Jeff was entirely absorbed by ruffling Bez’s ears.

The father laughed and tilted his head with a fond smile towards his partner who was fussing over their toddler. Tracy seemed disinclined to be parted from her new bestest fwend and the pouting bottom lip trembled as Estera called him to heel.

“The missus is a bit of a fan.”

Scott summoned the pleasant, professional smile he used time and again when forced to pretend to strangers that he was entirely comfortable with the topic of conversation.

“He was a great man.”

“He’s not dead.” The woman cut in forcefully without looking up.

Scott blinked.

“I’m sorry?”

“Don’t say ‘was’. He’s definitely still alive. That leaked explosion footage was a deep fake. The GDF were trying to silence him before he exposed widespread corruption in the World Government and so he had to go undercover to escape. It’s pretty common knowledge, is all over the internet.”

Well. That… that was a new one. Scott made a mental note to have a little chat to John about what filters were being applied to his weekly media summaries.

How on earth to respond though? Should he correct her? Agree? Laugh? They should have a Line for things like this. He should definitely say SOMETHING but all words escaped him and the best he could do was force a generic interested noise around the lump in his throat. The dog brushed against the back of his legs and pushed a damp nose into his limp hand.

“Now love, not everybody is as committed to the conspiracy websites as you are.”

“They aren’t conspiracy sites!”

Estera coughed and interrupted to apologise but said they had an urgent appointment. When had her hand tucked around his arm? He wasn’t sure but was grateful it was there - at least now despite the sudden light headedness he might not float away. He echoed her hurried goodbyes and they returned, side by side this time, to the busy main street.

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[ribbonsncherries]

Jess Mariano smut where either reader helps jess de-stress after a long day if you know what I mean 👀 or jess helps reader de-stress after a long day 🙂‍↕️ Or both!- 🫣

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒫𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Pairing: Jess Mariano x Female!User

A/N: Mind you although I read smut I ain't good at writing it lmao. anyway plz enjoy and sorry for the time it took to publish this but I hope it meets some standards! Hope you enjoy it! :)

Warning: Smut, P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), Oral (m receiving), roughness

Summary: Tourist season is here in Stars Hollow. But sometimes these people get the town irritated, especially the boy who is a ticking bomb when it comes to a customer. So you have a special way to calm him down.

Divider Credits: @anitalenia @cafekitsune

REBLOGS AND LIKES ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

Jess has been stressed out for a while. Luke’s is getting busier and busier because it’s tourist season in Stars Hollow, which means everywhere you go, it is stacked with lines of people trying to get pictures of everything. You were tired of it as well, the simple chore of walking down the block to get some stuff to make lunch turned into almost amusement park lines. Long, loud, and annoying. “Dean, can’t you just let me cut this once.” you pleaded to Dean who was restocking some flour.

Dean apologized to you once more “I can’t, if I open a register, then all the tourists are gonna come to my lane and ask me to charge them, but you know I would but I can’t,” he said. “Thanks anyway.” she sighed. She made her way through a crowd and put her things back. she decided to stop by Luke’s to see Jess, but he was there just as stressed as her. She saw her boyfriend getting easily angry, spilling coffee on the tables, and throwing sauce packets. She could see the fumes coming from his ears if someone asked for another serving of coffee. She went inside, and Jess saw her. “Hey, we have no space left I’ll bring your burrito and sauce later tonight, ok?” he immediately said to her. She smiled, and although she appreciated it, it wasn’t what she wanted. “That’s not why I came by you need a break,” she said. “Luke wants me here.” “Well he has enough people running around if you ask me,” she said. 

Just when she was trying to convince him, someone pushed you and spilled their sticky sugar drink all over your shirt. “Watch where you are going, kid I didn’t see you!” said the man to you, who was more upset his drink was now wasted than rudely bumping into someone. This was Jess’ last straw. “Hey, don’t push her like that, man,” he said, coming up to the man and pushing him roughly. “We got a problem or what?” the stranger yelled back. "well it's gonna be our problem if you keep fucking pushing people you don't know like that."

“Out!” Luke yelled. “Get out of my diner, no one messes with my employees or regular folk, alright?” The man looked at him angrily while stomping out of the diner. “Jess, just go upstairs, or get out of here, don't worry about these damn know-it tourists,” Luke complained. Jess took his offer with no second thoughts, he dragged you upstairs and just sat down exhausted on the edge of his bed, his hands going to his hair, gripping it in stress and anger. “I hate summer,” he said. His voice is all groggy from talking to so many customers. “Wanna watch a movie or something? Or I could get you something from Luke’s?” you asked. 

“Nah, it’s fine, just these people get me so pissed off! They think you read a pamphlet, and all of a sudden, you're an expert on this town and treat people like dumbasses in their town!” you had had enough of his complaints; your lips immediately closed the gap as Jess opened his legs for her to get closer. He wrapped his arms around your waist while his hands got lower and lower to your ass. He squeezed your cheeks while you squealed in surprise. “You’re talking too much, Jess...” you said softly, holding onto his shoulders. “I could help you…but you have to trust me…” Jess rolled his eyes “What are you gonna do? Kick all of them out somehow.” he looked at you while you carefully went down on her knees in front of him. You unbuckled his belt and undone his zipper. While doing this, Your eyes watched the door from the side just in case anyone would come in. His cock started to get harder and harder; your eyes made contact with the mini tent and small stain on his boxers from pre-cum. you slowly pulled him out and started cat-licking his tip. Jess groaned and threw his head back “Stop teasing…” he said. you giggled, and the vibrations from the giggle made him moan. You spat on your hand and began running your hand up and down his shaft. You smiled as she got up from her knees and sat on his lap “What’s the change you were so angry.” you said while kissing near his ear. You kept the pace nice and slow to tease him getting him more worked up. When Jess was on the edge you stopped “What the hell?” he said. You laughed as you got down once more and took him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. 

His hips started to thrust into your mouth, making you gag. You hollowed your cheeks and swirled Your tongue. Jess began to groan louder as he grabbed your hair and tugged it. You moaned from the sudden sensation of his hands in your hair. “M’ gonna cum.” he said. You kept going, and he released the white ropes of his cum in your mouth. You swallowed almost all of it before spitting the rest out. She wiped her mouth with the sleeves of her shirt. She removed her shorts and panties. She aligned herself with Jess and inserted his cock. She immediately moaned as she began bouncing. His hands went to her hips to guide her with pace, his hands went to the hem of your shirt and took it off her leaving only your bra. He thought about the anger he felt earlier. So he took you off him and threw you down on her stomach. He lifted your hips up and immediately started thrusting inside of her roughly. She moaned to the rhythm of his thrusts, “Oh myfuck..” you mumbled. “Mm-please, go harder I can take it,” you moaned out. He realized the bra was still on you so with his skilled hands he removed the clasp with ease letting it fall to your wrists and your breasts free. His hands immediately went to your nipple as he pinched them while thrusting making you moan even more. He moaned out your name softly. “Oh god, fucking tight.” he moaned. 

your knees gave out and collapsed on the bed. you rolled on her back with a flushed face. Jess collapsed on top of you and kissed you before inserting himself in you once more. The moans in the kiss were almost pornographic. As they separated your eyes rolled back in pleasure and bit your lip. That feeling of the familiar tight coil in your stomach started to grow tight. The moans became louder. Jess knew you were close to your orgasm. His fingers went down to your sex and rubbed his fingers in rough circles while your gummy walls tightened around him “Oh my god!” your hands immediately went to his arm and dug your nails into his skin as the euphoria of pleasure released. Your legs were shaking around his waist until she calmed down. “Look at you, pretty girl…” Jess said with a flushed face. “All drunk from my cock.” she said as he looked at you. You were flushed and panting heavily, Jess brushed your sweaty hair away from your face. “You feelin' better?” you asked. “Much, thanks,” he said Jess helped and cleaned her off. “Wanna grab a bite to eat?” he asked “It’s probably still packed but we can bring it up here.” You nodded your head and smiled “You read my mind.” you giggled.

[thatidiotsuds]

hey ,sorry to bother, but can you pls make a fic about John McTavish where he is off from work and a few weeks later he gets a call in the middle of the night by one of the men in 141 asking if he is okay ,because no one has heard from him in a while( while they talk softly trying not wake you , 141 did not know john had a partner , you wake up and he apologized) pls if you have time, and thx if you can. All love❤ .

Hey Alicia4674! 🎉 You’re my very first request, I hope you like this. Feel free to throw more requests my way— Hope you’re having an awesome day! 😄✨

John "Soap" MacTavish x Fem Reader

Secrets for Safety Reasons

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or images used in this work, nor do I claim any rights to them. GIF not mine

Warnings ⚠️: None, maybe grammatical and spelling errors 😅

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish was always a protective soul. If he were an animal, he’d be a Leonberger—loyal, strong, and always on guard. He might deny it, but deep down, he knew he was fiercely protective. Anticipating any possible danger was just part of who he was.

When Captain Price called him up during his daily training at the base gym to meet in his office, Soap felt a rush of hope. Maybe this was it. Price handed him a letter, and Soap’s heart raced as he read the words: he was finally relieved from duty and allowed to go home.

“Cheers, Captain,” he said, trying to keep his excitement in check as he made his way back to his chamber. He shut the door behind him, urgency coursing through him. Just like every time he was on leave, he quickly gathered his valuables, desperate to get back to you, his beloved wife, whom he hadn’t seen in far too long due to his missions.

He couldn’t wait to share stories of his adventures, leaving out the dangerous bits, of course. He knew you’d give him that disapproving look if you heard about the close calls. But he also knew you meant well; you loved him, and that was what mattered.

As he packed, he included some gadgets and tools he’d picked up during his missions, knowing how curious you’d be about them. A smile crept onto his face as he thought of your excitement. He placed his journal on top of the neatly folded clothes in his duffle bag and zipped it up.

After exchanging handshakes and hugs with his mates, he made his way home, leaving you a voice note on your nameless caller ID, the icon of a shampoo bottle making him chuckle. He kept his private life a secret, even from his closest friends. Not even Simon Riley knew he had a wife. The thought of the enemy finding out and coming after you made his stomach churn with anxiety.

That was why he chose to live in a small, secluded town in Scotland—somewhere hard to find but still accessible.

Once he landed and made it home, he spent every waking moment with you, showering you with kisses, even while you were cooking. He didn’t want you to leave his side; he just wanted you safe in his arms after being apart for so long. At home, he was the complete opposite of the serious, tough soldier everyone knew. He was clingy, affectionate, and playful, allowing himself to be vulnerable around you because his love for you was deeper than words could express.

Weeks later, one night, he woke up in a cold sweat, panting as memories and trauma from his missions crashed over him like a tidal wave. He shot up in bed, trying to calm his racing heart.

He glanced over to see you reaching for his hand in your sleepy state, and it made his heart flutter. Just then, his phone vibrated on the wooden surface of the bedside table. He picked it up and saw multiple missed calls and messages from his team. He quietly got out of bed and walked to the window, answering the call, knowing they must be worried since he hadn’t sent an update about his safe arrival.

“Hey, Lt.,” he said in a low, husky voice, careful not to wake you.

“Johnny, how’ve you been?” Ghost asked. “Garrick and Price have been trying to reach you for weeks.”

“I’ve... been busy, that’s all. A lot of things going on here at home,” he replied, glancing back at you as you shifted in bed.

“I’m glad you made it home. I’ll let the others know. Watch your six, alright?” Simon said.

“Cheers, Lt. You too, mate,” Soap replied with a small smile before hanging up. He placed the phone down on the nearest shelf and climbed back into bed, pulling you against him and kissing the top of your head, lingering there for a moment.

“Who was it?” you mumbled sleepily.

“Sorry to wake you, Bonnie. Just the lads checking in,” he reassured you softly. “Go back to sleep, love. I’m right here.”

With that, he settled back down, feeling the warmth of your presence beside him, and soon drifted off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that you were safe.