#with some friends that i absolutely adore

[tojbnuy]

by popular demand and since i hit 1k! here’s a part 2 💞 find part one here! art by @ _3aem on twt!!

bestfriend!satoru who always takes you on late night drives if you’re feeling upset. he’ll buy you something sweet and when he drops you back home he’ll always leave you with a little kiss. he doesn’t want his favourite girl being sad.

bestfriend!satoru who absolutely adores the way you smell. everytime he’s near you in class he places his hands out for some of your hand cream and he sits there sniffing his hands afterwards.

bestfriend!satoru who will always suggest a horror movie when it’s movie night with your friends. he knows it’s only a matter of time before you’re freaking out and you’ll climb into his lap. ‘sshhh you’re okay baby i’ve got you’ and while you’re distracted his hands will find their way under your top and start stroking your back and tummy.

bestfriend!satoru who insists on massaging your back when you come round. ‘take your top off baby it’s just me’. he’s working on getting you to take off the bra too, all in good time.

bestfriend!satoru who is so used to you wearing long sleeved and baggy hoodies that the random times you wear something that clings to your figure he all but passes out. suddenly his hands are all over you and to everyone else in the room you probably look like a couple. (just how he intended)

bestfriend!satoru who insists kissing your best friend on the lips is normal. it’s cute. ‘come on baby another one. i’m your best friend’. is using tongue normal? he doesn’t care.

bestfriend!satoru who wears compression shirts around you all the time because he overheard you talking about how much you like guys with big biceps. he doesn’t want to sound big headed but he’s caught you staring a few times now.

bestfriend!satoru who goes through your underwear drawer when you’re not present. he wanted to know your cup size but the pink and the lace got him distracted.

bestfriend!satoru who really is such a perv when it comes to you. he can’t help it you’re like a drug. sometimes he knocks his pen off the table because he knows your sweet self will quicky bend over to retrieve it for him. he’s left with the adorable sight of your panty clad ass, white ones today just how he likes. ‘thank you baby.’ ‘you’re welcome toru.’ god you’re just so cute.

bestfriend!satoru who helps you dye your hair. he doesn’t care that he’s leaving with splotches of black on his arms and hands. it’s worth it when you give him those big hugs with your arms wrapped around his neck.

bestfriend!satoru who is in love with your handwriting. ‘course a pretty girl has pretty handwriting’ it’s all cursive and slanted, he even makes jokes about you writing something for him to get tatted.

bestfriend!satoru who knows you love to cuddle. he was never much of a cuddler himself but he would have to be sick to pass up on the chance to hold you. ‘no of course i dont mind pretty.’ your head lays on his chest and one of your thighs covers his stomach. he could die like this and he would die happy. (preferably he would die in between your thighs but)

bestfriend!satoru who gets upset when you’re laughing a bit too loud when talking to suguru. he knew for a fact suguru was not that fucking funny.

bestfriend!satoru who absolutely abuses pet names when it comes to you. His baby His pretty girl His dolly

bestfriend!satoru who’s always patting your bum. for what reason who knows.

part 3 !!

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[hgfictionwriter]

Self Control: Part Fourteen - New Beginnings

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Baby Riley’s arrival in your and Jessie’s life has been an adjustment, but one she wouldn’t trade for the world. It’s been a whirlwind, but you and Jessie finally get to reconnect.

Warnings: G!P content. Themes of insecurity and rejection. Somnophilia?? Hand job. And some good old passionate, emotional sex.

A/N: I received requests throughout the series for reader to be insecure about her body post-delivery with Jessie comforting her. This is in response to those requests.

Jessie slowly paced back and forth across room, Riley resting against her chest as she gently coaxed the infant to sleep. She didn’t want to jinx anything, but from the way her daughter relaxed in her arms, she may have finally fallen asleep.

Jessie stilled for a moment to peer down at her daughter. She was a couple of months old now and Jessie loved this little one more than she thought was even possible. Don’t get her wrong, it wasn’t easy - some nights were painful, and sometimes the days weren’t that much easier. Her parents had stayed for a while to help, your and Jessie’s friends were in and out to help, but even then it could be hard. They say it takes a village and they aren’t wrong.

Even with the help you and her were lucky enough to have, it was a lot of work, took a lot of patience, and you were both exhausted. But every time she saw Riley, held her, heard her babbling and fussing, it just overwhelmed Jessie in the best way possible. This was her little girl and she absolutely adored her.

Riley had only been in her life for two months but Jessie couldn’t fathom a life without her now. It was the three of you and that’s exactly how it was meant to be.

Riley lay peacefully in Jessie’s embrace and Jessie very tentatively approached the crib and set her daughter down into it. She stared at the infant for a few seconds, simply taking her in and appreciating her.

There was no doubt that she was Jessie’s baby. She had wispy, wavy dark hair like hers, the same eyes and nose - when compared to her own baby pictures, it was uncanny. Jessie found herself smiling as she looked down at her sleeping daughter. Nearly every day brought something new and it was so incredible.

Jessie carefully retrieved the baby monitor and very gingerly tip-toed out of the room. She only exhaled once she was partway down the hall. She quieted once more as she approached your bedroom and quietly peeked in.

“Babe?” Jessie whispered with a frown when she saw you on your phone in bed.

You’d pumped earlier, so Jessie had taken bedtime duties, feeding Riley, changing her, bathing her and putting her to bed. Jessie knew how exhausted you were so fully expected you to be fast asleep.

You set down your phone with a soft smile and shifted, tucking your arm under the pillow and rolling onto your side to watch Jessie approach.

“I slept for a bit. Did she go down okay?” You asked.

Jessie climbed into bed and kissed your forehead as she laid down to face you, returning your smile. “Yeah, she was great tonight.”

“Well, you’re so good with her. She always responds well to you. I know it’s early, but I think she’s a bit of a mommy’s girl,” you teased.

Jessie grinned but soon rolled her eyes with a dismissive wave. In reality, your affirmation really bolstered her. She didn’t want to admit it, but she’d initially felt insecure and worried that she’d face some challenges bonding with Riley since she wasn’t the birth parent. Thankfully, those concerns had been put to rest. It also helped that it was her off season now and she could be far more present for both you and Riley.

Jessie leaned in and gave you a peck. “You should get some sleep, love,” she gently encouraged. Your gaze shifted away momentarily before you gave her a light shrug.

“I’m not that tired right now,” you told her and she quirked an eyebrow at you in disbelief.

“I highly doubt that,” she countered. You ignored her and soon your fingers were trailing across her shoulder, your touch so light and teasing it sent a subtle shiver down her spine.

“Are you tired?” You asked instead as you held her gaze. She narrowed her eyes at you.

“I mean. A little. But I slept a bit this afternoon when you had her, so I’m okay for now,” Jessie replied.

“Okay,” you said, dragging out the word as your index finger drew light circles on her collarbone before trailing down her chest, your hand settling on her abs and teasing lightly.

Jessie felt a rush go through her body at your touch and she cleared her throat, shifting back an inch or two.

You hadn’t slept together since Riley was born. Your body had been through so much and you were so exhausted caring for Riley; sex wasn’t on the table and Jessie had no problem with that. Her focus was on giving you the space and support to rest and recover. The absolute last thing she’d want was for you to feel like you needed to rush back into physical intimacy or that she was pressuring you in any way.

You retracted your hand for a moment before wrapping your arm around her waist and pulling yourself flush with her. Whatever uncertainty Jessie had about your intentions were immediately quashed as you leaned in and began kissing her neck.

“I feel like I’ve barely seen you recently,” you whispered as you kissed her neck and your hand wandered across her back and down to massage her firm ass.

Jessie’s body tensed up immediately under your touch and she found herself shifting slightly away again. Her arm wrapped tentatively around you and her eyes remained opened and focused on the far wall.

“I-I know what you mean. But you really don’t get much time to rest, you should really try to sleep while you can,” she reasoned despite what the appendage between her legs wanted.

“Baby,” you implored as your hands continued to explore her. “I want you.”

Jessie’s eyes screwed shut for a moment before she refocused, trying to think of anything and everything other than pinning you to the bed and sinking inside of you.

“I-I want you too. But, aren’t you tired? And aren’t you still sore? We don’t need to rush. Get some sleep, babe. It’s important you get the rest you need and the time to recover. We really don’t need to do anything. I’m okay,” she tried to assure you.

A pit immediately formed in her stomach as soon as your hands stilled and you pulled back enough to look at her.

“I’m telling you what I want and need,” you said measuredly with a frown. Jessie hesitated, still skeptical that it was the right thing to do. Your frown deepened and you leaned in to kiss her harder.

She wanted to reciprocate. She really did. But her apprehension hindered her. She returned your kiss, but she was tentative and stiff in her movements.

You hummed into the kiss and grabbed her hand, bringing it to your ass. A wave rushed over Jessie, but she controlled herself and instead of caressing you - groping you even - she merely thumbed you with a grazing touch.

You released a muffled grunt and rolled your hips against her. Jessie wasn’t able to help herself from pulling back in response.

You stiffened in her arms and before Jessie could process what was happening you retracted from her. She opened her eyes in time to catch an unreadable expression on your face before you turned onto your other side to face away from her. She opened her mouth to speak, no words coming out initially as you swiftly tugged the blankets up under your chin.

"Uh, wha-?" Jessie stammered as she shimmied over in the bed to spoon you. Surprise washed over her as you stiffened and pulled away.

"Huh?" She couldn't help but say.

"Never mind, Jess," you said flatly, tucking your head into the pillow furthermore.

"What? Babe," she said imploringly as a feeling of dread began to creep in. She leaned over you to try to study your face and you wiped irritably at your eyes and turned further away from her prying eyes.

"It's fine," you said sternly. "Let's just go to sleep."

"Baby," she said softer, her shoulders falling as she tentatively placed a hand on your arm only to be shrugged off. "Oh- Come on, what's wrong? I- I think there's been a misunderstanding. Tell me what's going on."

"It's all good, Jess. Don't worry," you said, though the congestion in your voice did the opposite of reassure her.

"Oh my gosh," Jessie said in frustration with herself, but saw you stiffen up in response. She quickly went to correct things. "I'm so sorry. I-I'm really worried that you've misunderstood me."

"What - that you don't find me attractive now?" You challenged, still refusing to turn to her. Jessie's jaw dropped and she stared at your profile in shock.

"Are you serious?" She asked, unable to entirely snuff out the disbelieving laugh that bubbled up. You turned on her.

"Is this funny to you?" You asked in a harsh whisper with tears in your eyes. "You try having a baby and we'll see how quickly you get your old body back - if at all."

"Oh my gosh," Jessie said, still stunned by this revelation. "Y/N, you are gorgeous to me. What are you talking about?"

You rolled your eyes, but she saw the way your lip trembled as you turned your back to her once more and curled into yourself.

"Just stop it, Jess," you said quietly.

She stuttered once more as her mind reeled, trying to comprehend what was happening and how to fix it. She went to put her arm around you again and you pushed her away.

"Please. It's not your fault. I don't want you to pretend. I just- never mind. I'm going to sleep," you told her.

"Baby," she said a bit more forcefully. "Please listen to me. I adore you and I always find you attractive. I'm just beyond stunned that you think otherwise. I-"

"I just want to go to sleep," you cut her off.

More words were on the tip of her tongue, but they hung there as she battled her indecision. The seconds passed and so did the window for her to speak. Her body grew listless and she gave up and let herself fall rather roughly onto her back, regretting the way it jostled the bed as you huffed in annoyance. She looked over at you longingly, willing you to give her another chance.

She was a bundle of nerves as she lay there. She played the preceding events over and over in her head, now realizing where she'd gone wrong and wishing she could change it.

She couldn't help but look over at you from time to time in hopes that you'd shift or look over at her. However, you faced determinedly away until she eventually heard your breathing deepen - sleep ultimately taking you despite your claims that you weren't tired.

She picked up her phone and wrote you a message.

"Y/n. I'm so, so sorry for how things went tonight. I can't tell you how sick it makes me feel to think that I've made you feel like I don't find you attractive. I think you are the absolute, most gorgeous woman. Truly. There aren't enough words to express how much I want you. I know how that sounds, but it's true. I feel like I'm made for you in every way - physical being no exception. I know your body is different than it was a 2 months ago, than it was a year ago, but you're sexy at every stage. Your curves are incredible and I adore how you feel in my arms. I've definitely failed if you have even a shred of doubt about how sexy I find you. You're my fiancée, the mother of my child, and you get me going even when you don't try."

"I know how I made you feel tonight, but it honest to god was just me being in my head and scared of pressuring you or rushing you. You mean the world to me and I would wait a hundred years if you needed me to. Your well-being means the most to me and I would never forgive myself if I hurt you in any way. I should've listened to what you were saying though. You know your body and I needed to trust you. I'm sorry."

"Does it mean anything if I tell you that when you were kissing me all I could really picture was just pushing your underwear aside and sinking inside of you? Feeling your softness all around me while I fuck you (make love? I'm sorry - I'm kind of feral right now) into the mattress and cum deep inside of you?"

“You’re the only girl for me. In every single way.”

She heard your phone buzz as her messages came through. She sighed and set her phone aside. She might as well try to get some sleep as well and hopefully you'd feel better in the morning.

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It wasn't shocking that Jessie had a bit of a wet dream given her thoughts as she fell asleep, but she couldn't help but frown as she stirred from her sleep and the feel of your hand around her member didn't fade. In fact, it became more vivid.

She blinked awake and though her eyes had hardly adjusted, she looked down to see you cuddled into her. Most importantly though, she could see the shifting of the blankets in time with the feel of your warm hand wrapped around her stiff length as you casually jerked her off.

She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by you kissing her deeply.

This time, Jessie went with the rush that crashed over her. Her hand came up to cup the side of your neck and she leaned up to meet your kiss with equal fervour.

You moaned into the kiss and Jessie's fingers curled around the back of your neck, pulling you harder into her. She was rock hard now and her hips began to buck up into your hand and your strokes grew firmer and quicker.

"You got my messages?" Jessie whispered into the kiss, a smile on her lips as her hands began to roam across your body in both want and appreciation.

"Mhmm," you mumbled with a nod and she could feel your smile.

"I'm really sorry, baby," she told you in earnest. You shook your head against her.

"I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions," you reciprocated.

You let out a small giggle as Jessie flipped you both so you were on your back and she was on top of you, your hand falling away from her in the process though. She grinned above you as her hardened cock lay on your pelvic area and you subtly began to rock up against her.

"No underwear already? Mmm. Shall we kiss and make up?" She joked and you gave her a playful shove.

"I think we're past that already," you returned as your reached down once more and began to jerk her again.

"Ah fuck," Jessie breathed, her head falling at the feel of your hand rubbing up and down her length. "You're incredible."

"Then show me," you teased as you grasped her chin with your other hand and pulled her down into another kiss. She moaned into it as she began to slowly thrust into your waiting hand. She leaned down to begin laying patient, open mouth kisses along your neck.

"Baby, I'm so wet already. I don't think I can wait," you told her as you writhed beneath her. "I'm literally pulsing."

"Oh God," Jessie breathed as she nipped at your neck in response. "I'm warning you right now. I'm not going to last long. I promise I'll make it up to you though."

You chuckled beneath her. "You know I find it sexy as hell when I make you cum quickly."

Jessie snickered. "Well, you're going to find me real sexy tonight then. I could fucking cum in your hand and onto your stomach right now."

"Maybe you should," you said as you pumped her faster, paying extra attention to her throbbing head.

"Christ," Jessie ground out as she thrust into your hand. "You work me so good every fucking time. I swear."

"Well," you nudged her back up to kiss her on the lips, "I'm made for you, you know."

Jessie smiled as her chest swelled with emotion. However, the tension in her cock quickly took hold.

"I'm seriously going to cum," she warned, her breathing growing shallow and quick. You didn't say anything this time, you simply kept coaxing her towards her climax and your tongue parted her lips to begin exploring her mouth.

She kissed you hungrily for as long as she could until her body stiffened as she began to eject ropes of cum onto your stomach. While she arched over you, you continued to writhe beneath her, moaning in satisfaction at the effect you had on her.

"Oh fuck," she panted as she relaxed on top of you. Only now did she belatedly realize that this was the first time in months that she could lay easily on you, no longer a bump and growing baby inside of you to maneuver around and protect.

She gave herself a few prolonged seconds to catch her breath, eyes closed against you, before she spoke. "I'm not done. I promise," she assured you.

"I know, baby," you chuckled as your fingers traced teasing circles on her sculpted back. “Did you know this period is when partners cheat the most?”

Jessie lifted her head with a heavy frown. You chuckled at her expression and gave her a quick kiss.

“They’re assholes who clearly don’t love their woman like I do,” she said as she began to kiss your neck and shoulders. Her let her hands wander across your body and it was mere moments before she was at full attention and ready to go again.

"I know in your text you said you wanted to cum inside me, but...," you trailed off. Jessie moved off of you to the nightstand with no further prompt needed.

"I know. Not yet," she affirmed for you as she retrieved the long forgotten box of condoms. She blew on the box pretending to blow dust off of it. She grinned as you snickered.

"You are such a dork," you commented as she began to roll a condom on for the first time in nearly a year.

As much as she’d miss fucking you raw - the astounding sensation of your tight core hugging her so perfectly with no barrier, never mind just the primal factor of her getting to cum in your unprotected heat - and how unlikely it was that you’d get pregnant just yet, it was far too early to risk it.

Jessie returned between your legs a moment later and began guiding her cock up through your folds and across your sensitive clit. You dug your head back into the pillow immediately as a moan hit her ears.

"Is this okay?" She asked, trying to be considerate, but not too tentative.

"Fuck yes," you nearly panted.

"Tell me if anything hurts or if it's ever too much, okay?" She told you and could see the way you frowned in the dark.

"Jessie," you whined.

She followed her instincts and settled the tip of her cock at your entrance, nudging in ever so slightly.

"Is this what you want?" She whispered in your ear. She was met with your nails raking across her back and your heels dragging up and down the back of her legs.

"I need you," you said in desperation. Jessie's back tensed up as an overwhelming feeling came over her. She wrapped an arm around your back and dug her fingers into your skin, pulling you close.

"I need you, too," she said. She kissed you deeply as she lowered her hips and allowed herself to slip inside of you for the first time in two months.

The kiss immediately broke as your mouth and hers fell open in ecstasy. The feeling was overwhelming for Jessie as your soft, inviting heat embraced her tightly.

"Oh God," you gasped as your fingers dug into the back of her biceps. She forced her eyes open.

"Are you alright?" She managed to ask.

"God yes," you said as you began to run your hands through her hair. Jessie groaned low in her chest as she remained sheathed inside of you and buried her face in your neck.

"God, I've missed you," she breathed in reverie. "You feel so fucking amazing. Oh my God." She inhaled deeply, feeling her cock twitch inside of you as you fluttered around her length. "Mmnh. God. You're even better than I remember. Holy shit."

You let out a breathy laugh. "I missed having you inside me."

"Mmm," Jessie groaned once more as she slowly pulled her hips back, relishing the feel of your walls gripping her as she withdrew until just the head of her cock was inside of you. "My favourite place to be."

She slowly sunk back into you until she was fully engulfed once more. The small gasp of pleasure you released in her ear nearly sent her into a frenzy. However, she wanted to make sure she didn't get carried away. Yet, anyway.

Her strokes were measured as she began to explore your depths again. Soon, she felt your hands on your ass and as you began to guide her pace.

"I can take it, baby," you promised her.

Trusting your lead, she began to pump into you more fully and it was only a matter of time before the bed began to rock underneath you with every stroke. It was far from hard and fast, but her skin tingled with how delicious it felt to sink into you so deeply and be wrapped in such warmth.

“Oh God, Jess,” you panted in her ear as she filled you repeatedly. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Jessie grunted over top of you feeling her peak approaching again already. “I’ve missed you too. I love you so much.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before her lips crashed into yours. She clutched you tighter to her as she made love to you. Her fingers clawed at your skin and her knees dug into the mattress as she tried in vain to get ever closer to you.

Your nails dug into her hips as you met her thrusts and your breath shuddered into the kiss. “I’m going to cum.”

"Fuck, I missed you falling apart on my cock,” Jessie ground out as she allowed more tension to build between her legs.

She retrieved one of your hands and laced her fingers with yours, pinning it to the bed. “I love you so much, Y/N,” she proclaimed as she tightened her grip on your hand and tears unexpectedly threatened to pool in her eyes. She gave a slight shake of her head and buried her face in your neck. “I couldn’t love anyone else. You’re it for me.”

You moaned, tone high with want as you wrapped your free arm tightly around her back and clung to her.

“Don’t ever leave me, Jess.” Your voice was somehow strong, but trembling. “I couldn’t take it.”

Jessie tucked her head into you further, panting against your skin as her strokes grew stronger. Her climax was imminent.

“I could never. I’d be devastated and so fucking lost without you.” She grunted against your sensitive skin as the bed rocked beneath you. “I need you. You’re the only one who could ever make me feel like this.”

Instead of reciprocating, your quiet, pining moans rang in Jessie’s ears as your core began to tighten and convulse around her cock. The feeling was too much and she dug her feet into the mattress as she pushed into you to the hilt and began to pour her hot seed into the condom separating you from her.

It felt like her nerve endings were on fire as she came with you. The way you clutched her, the way you sounded, the way you felt - nothing could compare.

You lay wordlessly in one another’s embrace as you both came down from your long awaited highs. Jessie was so content she couldn’t even be bothered to pull out or shift off of you.

Sleep had nearly taken her when a sharp, warbling cry came through the baby monitor on the nightstand. You both jolted at the sound before simultaneously giving a brief groan that dissolved into soft chuckles.

Jessie kissed your cheek.

“I’ll go. You get some sleep,” she whispered.

“No, it’s my turn,” you said, but Jessie was already moving off of you. She couldn’t help but moan softly as she pulled out of you.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she told you as she got off the bed and snapped off the condom. You went to get up and she held out her hands, instructing you to stay. “I’ve got her. Don’t worry.”

“You’re too good to me.”

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Jessie paced Riley’s room once more, her daughter freshly changed and napping in her arms once more.

“You two look so adorable.”

Jessie turned towards the door upon hearing your hushed voice.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” Jessie chided mildly as you approached. You leaned down slightly so your face was even with Riley’s and very gently caressed her cheek before meeting Jessie’s watchful gaze.

“I wanted to see you both,” you said simply.

She wanted to reprimand you further, but that will faded seeing you with Riley like this. She relented, settling for a vaguely disapproving look.

“She frowns like you, too,” you whispered teasingly as you gave Jessie a peck on the cheek. “I was going to offer to help get her back to sleep, but you clearly have things under control.”

Jessie gave you a prideful smile as she gently bobbed up and down with Riley. She looked down at her daughter. “Yeah, we’ve got things under control, don’t we? You’re the very best.”

She softly set Riley down back into her crib and you came up next to her to look down at your baby.

“We made a pretty cute kid, didn’t we?” You said, coaxing a gentle smile out of Jessie as she wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you in. You rest your head on her shoulder and she kissed your crown.

“We really did,” she agreed.

You stood together in silence for several moments simply watching your daughter sleep. Jessie couldn’t help but reflect on how perfect her life had become. And you were at the center of it all. Everything started with you.

“Thank you,” she said.

You shifted in her arms and she could perfectly envision the perplexed look on your face.

“For what?”

She lifted your chin to kiss you, soft and sweet.

“For everything.”

A/N: One chapter left!

[murkyteas]

✨️ apologies for the rant this triggered ✨️

No for real, the betrayal is too deep at this point. I hope they continue something for the sake of lore and the fandom, and I hope that something is an actual anime. I will never be giving Solmare any of my money ever again though due to how badly they managed these games and destroyed any trust with the players. The greed was absolutely astronomical and they turned a great game with huge potential (and huge $$$ potential) into some kiddie bullshit quick cash grab LONG before NB even came out. I adore the VAs and want to support them but it will have to be in non-monetary ways because Solmare can get fucked.

...I might have held in my actual feelings for too long. ☠️🫠 but I was playing since release in 2019 and was pretty decently whaling on OG. I tried with NB but the endless paywalls and shitty writing and no actual romance in the DATING game was just too much.

That being said, this franchise got me started with writing and now I'm writing an actual novel, and it got me back into drawing, plus I found my absolute best friend that I could not possibly imagine living without, so no regrets, just bummed things went the way they did. I will forever love the characters and amazing creations that have come out of this fandom, regardless of what happens.

[bloodhoundsandplagues]

Stolen scarves

Ekko x reader

Summary: you've had a long day, and it's nowhere near over- all you want is some warmth from your favourite scarf. But when you find the scarf missing and a cryptic note, you will stop at nothing to retrieve it. ▸Set at an undefined time, no spoilers!!, no use of Y/N, gender neutral reader

Warnings: use of the word fuck, possibly suggestive if you squint and I mean SQUINT !

A/N: mostly wrote this for my best friend who has been a slut in my messages for this man (slash affectionate). enjoy all u other people

It’s been a long day running errands for the Firelights, and you’re pretty damn desperate for a nap. 

However, that won’t be happening for a long time. You still have outrageous amounts of tasks to complete, and you’ve agreed to do multiple favours for friends- one being a trip to the other side of the Undercity, which you are very much not looking forwards to. 

You sigh and run a hand through your hair, stepping into the Firelight sanctuary for a brief moment of peace. Although you are not yet able to lie down and go to sleep, you can still take a moment to relax your muscles (and find your scarf- it’s fucking freezing.) 

You see a small group crowded around a small fire (set up far away enough from the tree to not be any danger to it). You make your way over, waving at a Firelight on a hoverboard redoing the paint on the mural. You take a seat on a bench and stretch your legs out, groaning. God, you hadn’t realised how sore you were until now. You crack your neck, sighing. 

You give yourself a total of five minutes to relax before you’re up again. You head up into your room, located in one of the structures built into the tree. 

When you go in, you find your cupboard doors open. You feel no fear, no worry- no one could ever find this place; and besides, if they did, why would they go for your clothes? 

You rifle through the contents of your wardrobe for a moment, and, with a sinking heart, realise that your scarf is nowhere to be seen. You look again, upturning your clothes multiple times, before you give up, falling back onto your bed and pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes. 

“Motherfuckin’ shit,” you mutter to yourself. 

Once you have recovered from the absolute horror of your missing scarf, you sit up again- and spot a note on your desk. It’s pinned down by an adorable little owl, carved out of wood you suspect may have come from the suspicious chunk newly missing from your desk. 

You stand and walk over, carefully moving the owl and picking up the note. It takes a moment for you to decipher the monstrously bad handwriting, but when you do, you snort to yourself. 

I BORROWED your scarf 

Will return it soon, promise - 

♡

You shake your head at the note, chuckling incredulously. You could recognise that handwriting anywhere; as if the owl weren’t enough of an indication of who had stolen your scarf. You carefully lift the note and pin it to your wall, amongst a growing collection of similar notes. All signed with the same little heart. You put the owl in a miniature treasure chest, among an assortment of other wooden animals. (If he continues carving chunks out of your desk, you will soon have nothing left). 

You will borrow a scarf from a friend, you tell yourself, still smiling fondly. 

Once you have acquired a replacement scarf (from another Firelight, called Jem), you head out again, ready to carry on with your tasks. It takes a little longer than expected, but when you make it home, exhausted and soggy, your heart lifts. The tree, as always, is lit with golden lights. You can hear children laughing; Scar must be doing his weekly story time. You smile to yourself, unwrapping the scarf from around your neck- you must return it to Jem tomorrow, once you have reacquired your own. 

You make your way up to your room, shivering slightly in your wet clothes. Once the door is locked behind you, you make quick work of getting your clothes off (you discard them in a corner and swear to yourself that you will hang them out to dry later, which you won’t) and changing into something more casual and comfortable. Once you are done, you head outside again, wrapped now in a long black dressing gown coat thing that another Firelight half sewed, half knitted for you using scraps. It is fully dark, the area lit only by the soft gold and green lights scattered around the tree. Almost everyone is inside, in the warm. You are quick to join them, signing contently once you are back in the warmth. You spot Scar, now done with story time, and jog over to him, nudging him in the shoulder. 

“Hey,” you say softly, so as not to startle his daughter, who is snoozing in his lap, “have you seen Ekko?” “Our glorious leader?” Scar shakes his head. “No, I haven’t- but Annie said he was up in his room.” 

You nod and pat Scar on the back, smiling at him. “Thanks,” you murmur. He nods back, also smiling. You and Ekko think you’re so slick, keeping your relationship a secret, but the bounce in your step as you practically sprint towards Ekko’s room says everything he needs to know. 

At first, you plan on not knocking- just barge into his room, tackle him to the ground, steal the scarf back in a sneak attack.  However, as you get closer to the door, and as your heart warms, you decide to go with the peaceful approach. You knock and step back, putting on an official demeanor for anyone who might be passing. You are keeping this relationship a secret, after all. 

The door swings open, and you are greeted with the most beautiful boy of all time, wearing an extremely comfortable looking scarf. Your scarf; you’ll be damned if you don’t get that thing back. 

He steps aside, a silent invitation into his room. You smile at him cheekily as you pass, wrapping your fingers around the scarf. The door clicks shut behind you as you tug him over to you. “That,” you say, swerving out of the way as he tries to kiss you, “is my scarf.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he answers, grinning and winding his arms around your waist. 

You scoff at him, playfully wounded. As you are opening your mouth to protest, he leans in, managing to kiss you. As always, it is soft; as always, it makes your legs turn to jelly and your stomach do strange little somersaults. You kiss him back, pulling him closer by the scarf still wound around his neck. 

“I want it back,” you whisper, and he laughs (the arrogant bastard), pulling you into a hug. You nuzzle into the soft fabric of the scarf, secretly wishing for his skin instead- you have found that the crook of his neck is a rather delightful place for you to kiss. 

“You smell like a wet dog,” he mumbles into your forehead, following the harsh words with a kiss. 

“Fuck you,” is your eloquent response. “Right now?” You can practically feel his smirk, so cocky, as he peppers kisses over your face. As he does so, you lean into him, carefully unwinding the scarf from around his neck. It’s a slow process (although your partner’s kisses make it bearable) but you finally manage to remove it completely. You hold it triumphantly over your head, aha!ing victoriously. He looks at you, somewhat incredulous, although he is grinning. You are quick to follow, wrapping your arms around his neck again. 

“Thief,” he whispers into your ear. 

“Is it stealing if it’s already mine?” You quip in response, laughing with him. He kisses right below your ear, and you almost melt into him. 

“Also,” you manage to say, although your voice is slightly shaky as he continues to kiss your neck, “you need to stop cutting chunks out of my desk. I need somewhere to write, you know.” 

“You can use mine,” he murmurs. His hands fall to your waist. “I’ll give you a key, come in anytime you want. Don’t even have to knock.” “Ekko,” you say, because you don’t have the words to tell him quite how much this means to you. You can’t really tell if this is his way of inviting you officially into his life, but if it is, God knows you accept. 

“I mean it,” he says. He’s stopped kissing you now, has pulled back to look at you properly. The way he is looking at you- it is somewhat similar to how he looks at the tree, full of love and maybe a little bit of pride. You make a note to tease him about it later. 

“They’ll all know,” are your words. 

“They already do,” he responds with a cheeky smile. You know he’s right. 

“Okay,” you say, softly, your smile widening. “Yeah, okay, I’ll take your key.” 

“Ah-“ his grin widens to, and he steps away from you completely. “There is one condition.”

You quirk an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Oh yeah? What’s that, owl boy?” 

He snorts at the nickname, mimicking your stance. “I get to keep the scarf.” 

Oh, the sly bastard. You should have known that he had some ulterior motive, some secret plan. 

“I should’ve known,” you whisper, placing the scarf over your heart. “I should’ve known you were going to stab me in the back.” 

He laughs at you- downright laughs, as if this isn’t the most earth-shattering thing ever. (You are holding in your own laugh, but he doesn’t need to know that). 

“Don’t laugh at me,” you cry. “Don’t- you dare-“ 

He is still laughing as he steps forwards, wrapping his arms around you once again and pulling you flush against him. You start to laugh, and you put your arms around his neck, tossing your head back. He snatches the scarf from your hands and wraps it around his neck, leaving a long extra part, which he then puts around your neck. Had you not been completely focused on how beautiful he looks, and how happy you are, you would have worried about the possible health hazards of this. He kisses you, drawing you in, pushing you softly towards the bed. You kiss back, cupping his face in your hands, your breath catching in your throat. He turns then, sitting down on the bed. You make quick work of unwinding the scarf again, tossing it to the side as you join him on the bed. You giggle as you both tumble down, so you are lying on top of him, your hair all in his face. You pepper his face with kisses, like he did to you, and he is grinning so widely it makes your chest hurt a little. And then you’re kissing again, his mouth on yours, his hands on your back, pulling you always closer. 

At some point, this stops, and you find yourself lying facing him in the small bed, pressed close to each other. Your forehead is against his, and you are just looking- looking in a way that you were unable to before you two became a thing. Staring without shame, taking in every detail of his face. The traces of white paint still on his face, the way his eyes are half shut as he looks at you with the same attention. His arm is flopped lazily around your waist, toying lightly with the fabric of your shirt. 

“You can keep the scarf,” you whisper to him, and he smiles in a way that makes you immediately bridge the tiny gap between you two and press your mouth to his once again. 

You stay like that for a while, lying so close to each other you may as well be one, whispering to each other and kissing. You feel like a teenager- or at least, what you imagine a Piltie teenager might feel like, with their first ever school crush- with the butterflies in your stomach and the erratic beating of your heart. At some point, he puts his fingers over your pulse and holds them there, breathing in time with your heartbeat. You drift off then, slipping in and out of sleep for the next few hours. 

When you wake, it’s still night. You nudge Ekko, and he groggily opens his eyes, immediately on alert. You smile at him, reassuringly tracing his cheekbone. 

“I should go,” you whisper, although you really really don’t want to. 

He shakes his head at you. “No,” he grumbles, his voice rough with sleep. 

“Yes,” you murmur. “The walk of shame is my favourite part of being with you,” you add playfully. 

“Stay,” he whispers. His eyes are closing, and you know there’s no arguing. 

You wait, count sixty seconds in your head, before you kiss his forehead, smiling to yourself. “Alright,” you murmur to yourself more than to him, “I’ll stay.” 

[sailorjupiter1]

I made some fanart for the ugly baby Grian AU made by @mambodork!!! I absolutely love this AU SO MUCH!! It’s so silly and adorable! I’ve been obsessed with it since the first post was out! I talk about it with my friend so much she’s become invested even though she doesn’t watch hermitcraft lol 💕✨💕✨💕

incase the writing is difficult to read:

Scar: my mom got me this zookeeper outfit! Wanna pretend to have a panda reserve!! I saw them at the zoo and they’re so cute! Have you seen pandas? I love the Jellie cat ones! Do you like them? I bet you do….

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teacher: Scar you can’t trick others into giving you their toys. Go join Grian in timeout.

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Grian arrow: thought he saw a worm. So he went and pulled on it…it was a power cord attached to the teacher’s computer.

[thememestrider]

Sfw Alphabet- Jago Sevetarion x F! Reader

Okay babes, here it is. As requested by the wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous @yanagikou, here is the sfw alphabet for Sevetar. I hope I did him justice. I did my due diligence in researching him, but he's not a character I'm very familiar with so. I did my best, but I apologise in advance if I've gotten anything supper wrong or ooc.

As usual, unedited, so sorry for any and all mistakes. Please enjoy and send thru any fic or hc requests cause I love doing them. They push me outside my comfort zone (like this one haha) and I love making content for others to enjoy :)

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Jago Sevetarion adores you like literally nothing else in the galaxy... but he has no idea how to show it. Like, sure, the general, more explicit-type ways of showing affection such as kissing and nsfw stuff, he understands. But the subtle stuff? Stuff like casual intimacy, loving words and soft physical touches that do not immediately lead to sharing a bed? The poor man has no understanding of it. Considering his background, however, this isn't surprising. That being said, however, after having some time to follow your example and get comfortable and familiar with the idea of physical expressions of affection, I can see Jago picking it up in some small way. For one, it's to show you he cares. That he's willing to change a few of his ways for your sake. But more importantly, it's to remind his brothers that you're his. That he is always within hand's reach of you. So, for the love of the False Emperor, they'd better stay the hell away from you or he will make them wish they were dead.

Once he is more comfortable with the idea of expressing affection, I can see Jago being a fan of pet names. He strikes me as that sort of man. A few suggestions could be "little one", "little bird" or "little lady." Anything that emphasises your size difference and the fact that you are his.

B - Best friend (What are they like as a friend? How would the friendship start?)

So long as you showed yourself to be loyal to him and his cause, I reckon Jago would be actually be a pretty good friend. He's quite charismatic and loyalty is one of, if not his strongest value. He's not the kind of friend to offer you a shoulder to cry on, but so long as you'd do the same for him, he would absolutely ride or die for you.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I'll be honest, even after he becomes familiar with physical affection, I struggle to see Jago being super into cuddling. To accept such physical comfort, to be that vulnerable with another living being, I think he would struggle to not see that as weakness. He might hold onto you in a more protective, possessive way, but don't expect anything particularly gentle or comforting from him in that regard.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Jago loves his life as a Night Lord. Delivering justice, executing punishment on those who deserve it (all according to him, of course), it's what he lives for. He truly believes in it. And he would want you to believe in it, too.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I don't really think I need to elaborate on how Jago might break up with you if he doesn't like you- you can put two and two together. However, if Jago still loves you, and it's circumstance that's forcing you two apart, I see it being a... tumultuous affair. He's not familiar with compassion or gentleness- even if he feels those things, he doesn't know how to express them, be it with his body or his words. Therefore, Jago would break up with you by either being so cold it drives you to leave yourself, or by ravishing you with harsh words. It's not malice, however, that makes him do this. It's to protect himself and his own hearts. Maybe if he acts like this doesn't hurt him, it won't. But, of course, it still will.

Now, if you broke up with Jago... Jesus Christ, babes, you don't know what you've done. Only person worse to break up with would be Konrad Curze himself. Whether you want it or not, Jago is your furious, heart-broken stalker shadow. And unlike someone like Sanguinius, who even amidst his possessiveness would balk at the thought of it causing you distress, Jago doesn't have any such concern. He's yours, you're his. Damn you for forgetting it, and damn anyone who thinks they can change it.

F - Fiancé (How to they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Jago would want to marry you right away. One, because loyalty is everything to him. And two, for your protection. If you're cornered by a Night Lord who doesn't know better, being able to name drop Jago Sevetarion as your husband is a pretty sure-fire way to get him to leave you alone.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they? Both physically and emotionally?)

I think some of my previous answers have answered this one pretty well already: to the Night Lords, gentleness is a foreign concept at best and actively despised at worst. Jago might learn how to be gentle from you, and he might partake consciously for your benefit, but it doesn't come naturally to him.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it and what is it like?)

Similar to cuddling. If Jago hugs you, it's because he's feeling possessive or protective of you. Now, that being said, if you were injured or in a particular state of distress, Jago would hug you in comfort. For as problematic as some of his behaviours may be, he still loves you. He adores you. He wants to keep you safe. And he wants you to know all of those things.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

A long, long time.

J - Jealous (How jealous do they get? What are they like when they're jealous?)

I might be a bit contrarion in this regard, but I don't see Jago being a jealous lover. Protective and possessive, absolutely, but not jealous. He's loyal, and if he's fallen in love with you, it's because he knows you're loyal too. And, as such, he trusts you absolutely. He also doesn't see any of his brothers as a potential 'threat'; he's the Primarch's favourite son, the best Night Lord there ever was: no one can compete with that.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Fierce, hungry and so passionate it brims on obsession. Your lips are getting bitten, your breath is getting stolen, and for good measure, he might bite a chunk out of your neck or shoulder, too.

L - Little Ones (How are they around children?)

Honestly, if The Long Night short story is anything to go by, Jago might just be the best with children a Night Lord could hope to be. In general, he would be indifferent to kids, but if it was a kid that was close to you (say, a little sister or brother, for example) or a child who has been the victim of sin, Jago would try to be compassionate. He'd be a lot better at it since meeting you, too.

M - Mornings (How are morning spent with them?)

Jago is absolutely waking you up with a ravishing of fierce kisses. Nothing further your honour.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Jago suffers from psychic headaches and nightmares, so nights with him would be pretty unsettled to say the least. They would, however, provide ample opportunity for you two to bond on an emotional level. If anything, these nights might just be the thing that bonds Jago to you forever. After waking from a nightmare or from a terrible headache, Jago can't hide that vulnerability from you, no matter how hard he tries. And when you answer that vulnerability with compassion- massaging his scalp until the pain fades or curling up on his chest so he might hold you while he settles back to a state of sleep- that shit is gonna change Jago somewhere deep in his soul. In those moments, he's going to be human again.

O - Openess (When will they start revealing things about themselves? Do they reveal things slowly over time or all at once?)

Jago's life might be wraught with pain and suffering, but he doesn't seem particularly affected by it, if you catch my drift. Therefore, he'd be relatively comfortable opening up to you. It would be presented as anecdotes or entertaining stories rather than seeking comfort, however. I imagine he'd be deeply entertained by any of your shocked reactions to some of his stories, too.

P - Patience (How easily are they angered?)

For a Night Lord- for a space marine, even- Jago is pretty patient. He's far from saintly (obviously) but his temper is something you can work with.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail or do they forget the minor things?)

Jago feigns that he doesn't care about such things, but in truth he remembers everything. You are the object of his adoration- he's committed everything single little thing about you to memory.

R - Remember (What's their favourite memory of the relationship?)

That first time he woke from a psychic night terror and you were there to comfort him. He'd never admit this, not even to himself. But that moment means everything to him. It's the moment he realised that he needed you- not as a serf, but something so much deeper. It's the moment he fell in love with you.

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I think I've answered this already. Jago knows how dangerous the Night Lords are to you, not to mention the galaxy as a whole. He protects you with unmatched ferocity and devotion. In spite of outward appearances, you're probably the safest person in the entire galaxy as Sevetar's wife.

T - Try (How much effort do they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts and everyday tasks?)

Much like R, Jago pretends he doesn't care about such things, but he does. And in his own, little ways, he shows it to you. It's sweet, really.

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Possessiveness, overprotectiveness, borderline obsessiveness as well as a splash of astartes arrogance and night lords callousness.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not at all. This man slaughters people daily. He's covered in scars. He doesn't care about his looks at all.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He wouldn't know it at first, but absolutely he'd feel incomplete with you. If you were ever injured, captured or he almost lost you in some other way, the realisation would hit him like a bus. You could expect the protectiveness to get worse after that, too.

X - Xtra (A random head cannon for them)

If in some alternate timeline he was able to save Altani's life and take her with him, the three of you would become the most twisted but loving nuclear family. Jago would be a Night Lords girl dad, you'd be a big sis/aunt to Altani, and Altani would help further break down Jago's walls.

Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like in a partner, or in general?)

Disloyalty, someone who did not accept him for him (excluding the areas where you help him grow/change for the better, of course)

Z - Zzz (What are some sleeping habits of theirs?)

As mentioned back up in N, Jago struggles with sleep due to his psychic afflictions. Also as mentioned, your presence would help this greatly. I could even see him getting to the point where without you by his side, he couldn't sleep at all.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

How’s Dating James Hetfield?

How you met?

★You met James at a backstage party after one of Metallica’s concerts. You were hanging out with mutual friends, and you didn't even realize who he was at first. He struck you as approachable and down-to-earth, someone who didn’t carry the usual “rockstar” arrogance. You talked about your shared love for music, and when you mentioned your love for the classics, his eyes lit up. There was an instant connection.

First impression

★His first impression might make you think he’s reserved, maybe even a bit distant, but in reality, he's just more of a gentle soul than anyone expects. You’re not just another fan to him; you’re someone he genuinely wants to get to know. His warm smile catches you off guard—it’s genuine, not forced. There's no arrogance in his manner, just the kind of humility you don't expect from someone who's performed in front of millions.

Despite being one of the biggest rockstars in the world, James somehow feels approachable and real. His presence is calming, not overwhelming. You quickly realize that what makes him stand out the most isn’t the fame, but his ability to make you feel like the most important person in the room.

First confession of feelings

★One quiet night, as you were driving together, James opened up. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, his voice soft. You felt the same, and it was clear that this connection wasn’t just physical—it was emotional too.

What James loves about you?

★ James loves that you see beyond his rockstar persona. He appreciates that you’re not intimidated by his fame, and you never treat him differently because of it. You’re genuine and have this calm presence that balances out his intensity. He loves your sense of humor, especially when you can make him laugh during tough days, and how you always know when he needs space to recharge but also when he needs affection.

What makes him happy?

★Seeing you genuinely happy is what makes him the happiest. Whether it’s watching you perform a small act of kindness for someone else or catching you lost in a moment of joy, it fills him with warmth. And when you’re with him, you make him feel like everything in the world is right. He loves making you laugh, and nothing makes him happier than seeing you smile.

What he loves when you do something for him?

★James isn’t someone who asks for much. But when you surprise him with something thoughtful—like cooking his favorite meal after a tough day, or taking care of him when he’s under the weather—he becomes incredibly soft and appreciative. The way you make the effort to look out for him melts his heart, and he can’t help but adore you more for it. When you show up at his concerts to surprise him, or when you pick out something you know he’ll love, it makes him feel deeply cherished.

Pet names

★James isn’t one for cheesy pet names, but he has a few sweet ones for you. He might call you “love or babe" in a deep, gravelly voice when he’s feeling affectionate. When he’s being playful, he might say something like “hottie” or “princess” But it’s the way he says them—soft, almost like a secret between you two—that makes it special. And when he’s feeling particularly romantic, he’ll call you “my love.”

Would he teach you play the guitar?

★Absolutely! James would love to share his passion for music with you. He’d patiently teach you basic chords at first, encouraging you even when you struggled. He would make it fun, cracking jokes to keep the atmosphere lighthearted, and showing you how to play some of his favorite Metallica riffs. When you finally nail a tricky part, he’d beam with pride, and you’d know he was more than just teaching you an instrument—he was sharing a part of his soul.

Singing to you when you're sad

★James is surprisingly in tune with your emotions. When he notices you’re feeling down, he’ll do everything in his power to cheer you up. One of the things he might do is quietly pick up his guitar and play a soft acoustic version of one of his songs, singing to you in a voice that’s comforting and intimate. Sometimes, he’ll just sit with you, humming along to the melody, or even singing a completely random song to make you laugh. His way of making you feel safe and loved through music is one of his most touching traits.

Shower together

★When you’re both exhausted after a long day or tour, James loves the idea of unwinding together in the shower. It’s both funny and intimate—he’ll make you laugh as he tries to avoid getting soap in his eyes, and you’ll both jokingly fight over who’s taking up more space. But it’s also a moment of closeness. James will run his fingers through your hair, wash your back for you, and even steal a kiss here and there. It’s a simple, yet profoundly intimate moment of connection.

Sleeping together

★James has a surprisingly soft side when it comes to sleeping. He’s not overly clingy, but he loves being close to you. On most nights, he’ll be the little spoon, enjoying the comfort of your warmth. He’ll bury his face in your neck and often fall asleep to the sound of your heartbeat. But there are times when he wants to protect you, and you’ll find him being the big spoon, holding you close as you both drift off to sleep. Either way, he always makes sure you’re comfortable, often tucking you in and making sure you have everything you need before settling in.

How he reacts when you're sad

★When you're upset, James is an emotional rock. He won’t try to fix everything right away, but he’ll listen to you talk about what’s bothering you. He knows when to give you space and when to comfort you with a simple touch. If you’re crying, he’ll pull you into his arms, rub your back gently, and quietly reassure you that everything will be okay. His deep voice murmurs things like, “I’ve got you” or “You don’t have to carry this alone.” He’s the kind of partner who doesn’t just want to help you get better—he wants to help you heal.

When you're sick (and when he's sick)

★When you’re sick, James becomes incredibly protective. He’s the type to make you soup, get you medicine, and stay by your side to make sure you’re comfortable. He may grumble about how much he hates seeing you unwell, but deep down, he’s genuinely concerned. He’ll even skip band rehearsals or cancel plans to stay home and take care of you. If he’s sick, though, he’s way clingier. He’ll want you around all the time, asking for cuddles, extra attention, and comfort. When he’s not feeling his best, he just wants you close, and he’ll complain about everything—from his stuffy nose to his sore throat, but he’ll also be extra sweet, asking for your company more than usual.

Is he protective about you?

★ Absolutely! Though James Hetfield may appear tough or intimidating on stage, in reality, he's deeply protective in every sense when it comes to someone he loves. He’ll always make sure you feel emotionally safe, listening intently when you need to talk, offering comfort when you’re upset, and stepping in quickly if anyone disrespects or hurts you. He’s physically protective too, guiding you through crowded spaces, keeping an eye out for potential threats, and making sure you're never in a situation that feels unsafe. Whether it’s standing up for you or just quietly being your shield in stressful moments, he’ll always have your back.  His protectiveness isn’t just about grand gestures—it’s in the little things, like holding your hand, checking in on you, and making sure you're okay. With James, you always know that you’re safe, cherished, and never alone, no matter what the world throws at you.

In bed

★James is passionate and tender. During intimacy, he’s not just about the physical connection but also the emotional one. He checks in with you during and after, making sure you’re comfortable and feeling good. “How are you feeling?” he’ll ask softly, always making sure you’re enjoying every moment.

[moistcl1tikal-ao3]

im gonna say this and im gonna stand by this,

life would be so much better if men could knot. like i want charlie LITERALLY balls deep inside me. PLEASE.

yeah. so yeah im. yeah

college roommate!charlie x cisfem reader. knotting and desperation ahead. omegaverse too. obviously

this is a part 1 because im getting pulled to do stuff I promise ill write the knotting later

The apartment was weirdly silent when you got back from class. Normally, since it was Thursday, your roommate was cooped up in his room streaming. You didn't really mind the idea of having a streamer roommate - at least, not one like Charlie. He was actually funny. Besides, free meals from TreatStream was a decent perk, all things considered. (Once you'd been convinced nobody would show up to your house from it other than literally the delivery drivers.)

But today, no laughter and bad puns were heard through the thin door of Charlie's room. The door was shut, but as soon as you stepped more than a few feet into your apartment the absolute smell of the place hit you.

Everything here absolutely stank of Charlie.

Your cheeks went red as the implications smacked you in the face. You didn't know your roommate.... well, they always said it was the goofy ones. With those arms and how boisterous he was, it actually made a lot of sense that he was an alpha. Strong.

Good to mate with.

Woah?

Something deep inside of you was already straining at your willpower. It wasn't like you were some freshly presented blushing omega, but holy shit, you needed to open a window.

Except... you'd always had a teeny tiny bit of a thing for your goofy, adorable, funny as hell and twice as hot roommate, and Charlie was... practically begging for it, right? He could have warned you. If he'd never been this bad before, clearly he wanted you to find out, right? Wanted you to have his scent coating the insides of your nose, worming down into your lungs and making your entire body warm.

You approached his room, toeing your shoes off, setting your backpack down and knocking on the door.

"Hey, Charlie, you okay in there?"

You heard a shuffling around, then the gangly form of Charlie appeared behind a crack in the door. The scent grew even stronger. You could see he'd just thrown his hoodie on, and there was no shirt underneath. His hair was a mess, his glasses weren't even on, and he was barely peeking around the edge of the door.

"Not feeling great, honestly-- kinda uhh," He sniffed to try and appear sick, but instead got a whiff of your own mild scent. You barely even had one, as far as you were aware, but with him like this... you probably smelled fucking delicious. "Kinda coming down with something--"

"Do you need any help?" The words tumbled out of your mouth without you meaning to, and your already hot face went even hotter. "I mean-- do you need anything, like can I--"

Charlie stared down at you, eyes flicking back to look at something in his room before looking down at you. "Look, it's not--"

Both of you stopped talking to blink at each other, the tension starting to thicken quicker than either of you could come up with a joke to cut it.

You decided to be the one to make the move, placing a hand on the doorknob. "...If you're open to it... I'd be willing to help you out. Just... Y'know, as a friends thing."

Charlie's brain seemed to short for a few seconds before he nodded. "Okay-- okay. If you're cool with it. I fucked up and missed my suppressant prescription and I haven't had one of these since like, middle school so it's-- okay it might. It might be bad. I--" His eyes flicked back and forth again.

"It might get a liiiittle rough."

You took a deep breath, infecting your mind even further with the warm, musky, addicting scent of your roommate.

"I can handle it. I'm on the pill, too, so you can--"

The door opened further and you were dragged into Charlie's room by your wrist. He was in literally just the hoodie and some loose boxer shorts, the window wide open and letting the cool air in. Well, the boxers would be loose, but he was completely tenting them out, making them tight as could be. As soon as you were inside the room you shut the door behind you and it was on, Charlie pulling you in and locking his lips against your own. You let out a little hum and grabbed at his hoodie, gripping onto it tightly. You pulled back to mumble about taking it off and he complied, breaking away from you to pull it off with one clean motion. His muscles rippled as he did, tight stomach flexing and triceps bulging as he bent his arms.

You made the approach as soon as he was free of his hoodie, your palms colliding with his chest to push him onto the bed. Sure, you felt a little bad for getting to indulge your crush all because Charlie had fucked up his rut medication schedule but with the way he outright arched into your touch, his feverish hot skin against your fingers... you just couldn't care. You pulled off your shirt, leaving you in just a bra. You would have taken your pants off too, but Charlie had already grabbed you and pulled you down to the bed. Your crotch slotted against his hips and you could feel the throbbing cock beneath you. Charlie let out an utterly pathetic little whimper and you grinned, settling your hands onto his shoulders.

"You're really hot like this, y'know."

"I mean, I do get fevers when I'm--"

"Oh, my god shut up," you giggled, kissing him again. His hands started to roam up your body, feeling over your waist before moving down to keep moving your hips against his own. You idly mumbled a "holy shit" as you looked down, staring at the huge wet spot already starting to stain his underwear.

"Please don't stop moving," Charlie's big blue eyes stared up at you and you couldn't help but kiss him again.

"How about you fuck me instead, then?" You grinned down at him, grinding down hard. You were already starting to soak through your underwear - sure, you weren't some blushing omega, but you were still going to react. Biological imperative, and all that. Being on birth control didn't hamper your own instincts, after all. "C'mon, Char. Why don't you use those big, strong arms to pin me down and--"

Your taunt was his command. The next thing you knew, you were lying on your back on the bed, Charlie's hands yanking at your leggings and underwear to pull them off all in one fell swoop. Your face went red as a string of your own fluids connected to the crotch of your underwear, snapping and landing on your thigh to shine in the ambient light from the window. Immediately, Charlie's eyes shot to it, and after throwing your pants to the floor he dove for your thigh.

His tongue rasped up the soft skin, nose diving into the crease of your hip and thigh to trail along the scent patches there. The spot was so sensitive, and you just couldn't help the moan that rolled out of your mouth. Charlie laid down on his stomach, wrapping his toned arms around your thighs and pushing his face into your pussy. He let out an audible groan as he buried his face in you, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin to try and swallow down all of your fluids. You wrapped your legs around his head, hands grabbing his messy hair and gripping it tightly. Arching up, you could see that he was grinding into the bed, clearly desperate but just aching to taste you.

"Charlie-- Charlie, fuck, please," you gasped as his teeth grazed your clit, the extra gentle bit of friction driving you crazy. You needed his teeth digging into your most sensitive spots immediately. "Please mark me. I fucking need it, holy shit!"

Like a proper gentleman, he obeyed, but like a true alpha, he was fucking brutal in the execution. He pulled his lips off of your aching, swollen clit to sink his sharp canines into your inner thigh. You cried out, legs trembling as you bucked up into the stimulation that was no longer there.

"If I'm gonna mark you," he mumbled around a mouthful of your thigh, "I'm gonna mark all of you," Charlie pulled off and moved his head to target your other thigh, using his arms to keep you spread open even when your legs wanted to squeeze around him.

"And I'm gonna do it properly."

[jade-green-butterfly]

🎅🏼❣️❣️…Alright~! =OwO=✨One of my most favourite and magical times of the year, is here once again!😃✨☃️🎄I know it’s been quite another year for a lot of us, but I am still willing to spread some delightful festive cheer as always, especially with my special annual Christmas piece~!✏️💝😊

This year, I wished to draw my beloved one and only Cooper and I/my trollsona during a holiday masquerade ball, which I can really see myself suggesting to Poppy when planning and she TOTALLY getting on board with the idea, excitement filling us both!🤩💡🤩 The masquerade ball idea was actually inspired by an underrated classic TV special from 1986, called 'A Mirthworm Masquerade', which I used to watch at a friend's house when I was around seven or eight >w< You can even watch the special here in the link below (Thank-you, YouTube! :3)👇🏻

I drew Cooper and I in one of my favourite scenes from the special, where I am chosen and crowned Queen of the Holiday Masquerade Ball, sitting upon a gorgeous ice crystal throne, with my very own beloved king himself by my side~👑💜💗💚🥰 And while dressing Cooper up as an adorable elf, I took the inspiration from the beautiful 8th Gen Pokemon, Frosmoth and dressed myself up as a fluffy yet elegant white butterfly~🤍🦋=^.^= Oooh~ Ovo And looks like we have special guest appearance with us!🌟We had Guy Diamond and Tiny Diamond last year, now we have the iconic and full of surprises...Mr. Dinkles~!😗(Who I drew proudly from memory~😉) And is that mistletoe I spy that he's holding?���It certainly is!🤭Our fave devious lil' worm making sure everytroll be getting kisses~ >:D Especially me and Cooper, hehe!💕I was planning on smooching my cutie boo, anyways~😚💋

Over all, I am absolutely thrilled and over the moon of how this beautifully festive and heartwarming scene turned out~!🌈💖😍💖🌈I always amaze myself with how each scene for my annual Christmas piece comes out, just how I wanted and how I pictured it to be, with much improvement and this year’s has to be one of my grandest ones yet - just how I imagined it too~💝🥹✨

Hope you all like too, my sweet peeps!✨😁👍🏻And Mr. Dinkles, Cooper and I would like to wish you all a very Merry Christmas & Happy (Troll) Holidays~💝🎄🎁❄️💚🫂So do enjoy all you can, my lovelies~🫶🏻😘💕As always, stay safe, stay strong and from me, to all of you…~

🎅🏼🎄❄️Merry Christmas 2024 & A Happy New Year~!❄️🎄🎅🏼 =^o^=

*~Reblogs are also deeply appreciated as well, so please do reblog as well as like! Thank-you kindly!~*

Cooper & Mr. Dinkles (c) DreamWorks Trolls/DreamWorks Animation  Trollsona Jussy/Justina Butterfly (c) @jade-green-butterfly (Me~!)

[mythica0]

(alt plot to "open arms") polites getting tickled by the lotus eaters?

Fuzzy little fellas

🎂: Epic: the musical

🧁: Polites

🍫:Lotus eaters (ft. Ody)

Summary: The Lotus eaters have taken quite a liking to Polites. Unfortunately for him, their affection has quite the effect on him.

A/N: I GASPED in joy when I saw this request. I absolutely love this idea thank you so much for requesting it. It’s a little shorter than I would like but oh well. Also I haven’t been doing it recently, but I finally got to end the fic with its title again! (I used to do that with all my fics for those unaware.) huzzah! But without further ado, Enjooyyyyyy :3

Fuzzy little fellas

“Thank you!”

“Welcome!”

Polites and Odysseus had just finished getting information on food from the Lotus eaters, on their island.

They were just about to head back through the forest towards their ship.

However; the little fuzzy creatures didn’t want Polites to go.

“Stay! Nice man stay!” One spoke, latching onto his leg.

“I’m sorry little guy, but I can’t stay. I have to get to my home.”

“Awwwww” “boooo!” The voices of the creatures echoed around them. It seems they had grown quite an attachment to the sunshiny man.

Odysseus smiled fondly and gave an amused huff.

“We have time until sunrise. We can stay for a while.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Go ahead and spend some time with the lotus eaters.”

Polites smiles, and the lotus eaters cheer.

“Yay!” “Nice man stay!” “Friend!”

Polites laughs a bit and sits on the forest floor, allowing the small creatures to come up to him.

They swarm around him, snuggling into his lap and hands, asking for pets. He happily obliges.

“You little guys are so cute..” he whispers a bit.

As much as he was enjoying the affection, there was a slight problem. It tickles. Badly.

The small creatures were nuzzling their fuzzy selves into his side and legs and neck, and he was trying not to squirm too much but… man that fucking tickles.

He was trying to suppress his laughter, both in hopes that the little creatures wouldn’t get upset and that they wouldn’t notice how ridiculously ticklish he was.

He was doing.. okay-ish. For a while. Small giggles and snickers leaving him, as well as wearing a wide, wobbly smile, but managing to suppress the majority of his reactions.

Until one of the Lotus eaters got into his shirt, and it all went out the window.

“Pfft- ohoho nohoho! Nohohot thehehere! Ehehehehe!”

Odysseus looked on in amusement. He knew exactly what was happening as soon as Polites’ smile got wobbly. And he knew it was only a matter of time until his friend broke into giggles.

“Gehehehet ohohout ohof thehere! Ehehehe!”

The lotus eaters seemed confused, but also excited. They liked Polites’ giggles, even if they weren’t sure what was causing it.

“Why laugh?” “Yeah, yeah, why you laugh?!” They asked and chittered excitedly.

“He’s ticklish, that’s why.” Odysseus chimes from the sidelines, watching with an amused grin as he leaned against a tree.

“Trahahahaitor! Ehahahaha!” Polites accused, although it lost all bite behind his wide smile, shining eyes and adorable giggles.

The Lotus eaters tilted their heads, not understanding.

“It means when you touch him in specific spots or ways, he laughs. And one of you found his weak spot.”

“Oo! Where?” They chittered excitedly at the prospect. They loved his laughter, and if there was a way to get more of it they were certainly down.

“Ohohody dohont yohou dahahare!”

“His stomach, extra ticklish.” Odysseus ignores the protest and nods towards Polites’ tummy, where one of the Lotus eaters was still nuzzling and scurrying around.

“Ehehehe plehehease thahat tihihickles! Ehehahahaha!”

“Oo!” “Yay!” “Laugh more!” The lotus eaters chittered again, and then started to intentionally tickle him, especially on his tummy.

“Eee! Nohohoho! Ohoho gohohods- thahat thihihickles!” Polites squirmed around, trying not to fall backwards so he doesn’t crush the small creatures. Their fuzzy little bodies and paws tickled so bad! He couldn’t stop himself from giggling and squirming, fighting his instincts to double over and curl in on himself with all his might.

“Yay!” “Tickle nice man!” “Yeah, yeah! Make nice man laugh!”

Odysseus still watched, smiling. As much as his friend protested, Odysseus knew he loved it. His smile was genuine and he wasn’t really trying to make the creatures stop.

Eventually Polites lost the battle and fell into his back, which only put him into a more vulnerable position as the Lotus eaters swarmed around him, scratching lightly along his ribs, sides and oh so ticklish tummy. He was lost to happy giggles, covering his flushing face with his hands as he squirmed and giggled.

The Lotus waters seemed to be drinking up his giggles, wide, excited smiles adorning their adorable little faces. Their small tails wagging behind them, some of them even brushing along Polites’ knees which made him laugh even more.

He was having quite a bit of fun, as embarrassing as this was. Not only did he get to have a good giggle and just not worry for a while, but also he was being cuddled by adorable fuzzy creatures! What’s there not to like?

As he squirmed on the ground his bandana shifted, his hair became a mess and his glasses went askew, and eventually he squealed when one of the small creatures worked their little fangs onto his tummy, and around his navel.

“EEE- ohohoho nohoho-! Nohohot thahahat ohoho GOhODs-!” His laughter grew squeakier and high pitched, it tickled so much and he couldn’t do anything about it! Well, not anything that would risk hurting the small creatures and he wasn’t going to do that!

But as much fun as it was, it was getting kind of overwhelming and the Lotus Eaters didn’t seem to understand when he actually wanted them to stop.

Seeing the signs of his friend being done, Odysseus walked up and picked up the Lotus eater on his tummy. “Alright guys, he’s had enough.”

“Awwww!” “But he happy!” “Yeah, he laugh!”

Odysseus chuckled a bit. “Let this be an excellent learning opportunity for ya little fuzz balls.” He spoke informatively, almost like a teacher during lecture and set down the Lotus Eater gently on the forest floor. “The laughing is a reflex, and doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is happy in this case. It can be enjoyable, but after a while it can get to be too much, you get it?”

There were mutters of agreement echoed around the Lotus Eaters, and they got some final head pats from Polites before backing off and allowing him to stand.

“Alright, we gotta go now.” Odysseus spoke, a hint of empathy in his voice.

Another saddened echo, just like before.

“But it was great meeting you! Maybe we’ll come back to visit, yeah?” Polites replied, ever the optimist, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“Oo, yeah!” “Yay!” The small creatures cheered in agreement.

Then the two men left, both feeling in significantly higher spirits. All thanks to those fuzzy little fellas.

———THE END————————————————

[bone-apple-teeth-69]

Dropping some more fanchildren before my schedule gets eaten alive tehe 🤭‼️❤️

This time we got the Disstrack/Bentobox twins Vinny and Benty!

INFO BE UPON YE

STATS:

Vinny

Skill Check - ★★★★

Movement Speed - ★★★★

Stamina - ★★

Stealth - ★★

Extraction Speed - ★★★

Health - ♥︎♥︎♥︎

Benty

Skill Check - ★★

Movement Speed - ★★★

Stamina - ★★★★

Stealth - ★★★★

Extraction Speed - ★★

ABILITIES:

Vinny

INSPIRATION (ACTIVE):

Vinny will get an extra boost 25% to all her stats for 10s but she must be holding the vinyl item. Cool down of 50s. (The vinyl item can only be received once 100% research is completed on twisted Vinny) (The thought here is that she gets inspiration from the music).

Benty

FILLING LUNCH (PASSIVE):

Benty will increase the stamina regeneration of every alive toon by 250% for 15s when a machine is completed.

REQUIREMENTS:

Vinny

2500 Ichor

All mastery quests on Benty must be completed

Benty

2500 Ichor

100% research on Twisted Vinny

50% research on Twisted Shrimpo

50% research Twisted Boxten

CHARACTER NOTES:

Benty is actually the younger brother of Vinny (though not by much he reminds her), most people tend to assume he’s the older twin. Because Benty is the younger twin Vinny feels responsible for him and gets super aggressive when people try to mess with him.

As you could probably tell Vinny inherited their dad’s loud temper, while Benty took their papa’s more quiet shyness.

I headcannon Shrimpo as being a really good cook (so yes, he can in fact fry some rice) so Benty takes after Shrimpo in this regard.

Vinny is really into music but prefers the metal and punk more, she can come off as sort of a delinquent but she means well! (Most of the time…)

Vinny loves pulling pranks and getting into trouble sometimes, she’ll often drag Benty into whatever plan she concocted that day. Benty can only quietly protest, but he ultimately becomes her helping hand. Though never fear I suppose, because when consequences are about to hit, Shrimpo always argues in their favor. (Boxten tries to get him to stop…)

Vinny is a bit rough and rude to people she doesn’t know, it’s hard for her to open up, so people mistake her for being completely rotten. Though luckily she has her family and some very persistent friends that are always there for her.

Benty is the more well liked of the two because of his softer personality, but don’t be fooled! He maybe a sweet boy but say one wrong thing about his big sis and you’ll have to suddenly dodge a red hot iron skillet!

(Honestly Mario and Luigi are and have been around for a lot of my life so I want Benty and Vinny’s sibling relationship to kinda be read the same way.)

Boxten is a very quiet toon but I would imagine he’s always excited to talk about his kids so his wallet is practically bursting with family photos that were taken on a yearly basis! I bet he even commissioned Scraps to make him a family photo album at one point or another. (Both twins find is enthusiasm to be tad bit embarrassing at times, but they never say anything)

One of the fastest ways to Vinny’s heart is to buy her a new vinyl from one of her favorite bands. Either that or merch, especially signed, exclusive merch!

Some of Vinny’s favorite bands are the same as Shrimpo (inspo from his alt skin), she started listening at a young age and became a punk rocker for life.

Benty loves buying Vinny stickers that she can stick on herself, ever since they were little, Benty would always get her a sticker pack if one caught his eye.

The food in Benty’s head can never go bad, blame toon logic for that one, but he does remove it and put it on a plate near his bedside when he goes to bed so he doesn’t get crumbs in the sheets.

Speaking of sleeping, both Vinny and Benty share a room and sleep in bunk beds! Vinny actually needs to wear a retainer to bed, but she’d rather die than admit that.

Benty absolutely adores wearing stylized aprons! From the pink frilly aprons to the ones with really bad jokes on them, he loves them all!

Benty will sometimes encounter Sprout and Cosmo in the kitchen but due to his rather shy nature is a little scared of Sprout and makes awkward conversation with Cosmo. Though he’s trying to warm up to them to get tips on pastry making!

I’m kinda satisfied with that amount of info! Maybe I’ll add more in the future, who knows!

Slaps mention down 😈

@modcroissant

:3

[wolfstarhaven]

Christmas additions 2024

It’s tiiiiime! You can find my earlier Christmas recs here. I just wanted to add some others, mainly some adorable Christmas fluff.

the oldest recipe for parsnip soup (32k)

By: eyra

Christmastime in the Cotswolds: cold hands, crackling fires, and Remus's indefatigable quest for parsnips.

Themes: winter; muggle!au; food; strangers to lovers; ED; past trauma and some dark themes; pov sirius; very soft; Remus is sunshine in a person; so very well-written!!

like a dog at the foot of your bed (16k)

By: drowsyanddazed

Three years since Remus had stared down at that hand, a bit bewildered, before reaching out to grasp it and Sirius had smiled up at him, butterscotch sweet, and his hand had been soft and warm and Remus hadn’t wanted him to let go. The feeling has never gone away.

Themes: Halloween+Christmas+new years; muggle!au; past friends with benefits; pining!!!; domestic fluff; love in the kitchen is my favourite thing; honestly the revelation scene is to die for.

Through the white night (3k)

By: soufflesaregay

“What is this, Sirius?” Remus interrupts, shifting sideways, hands hovering. He looks wrecked and broken open and bloody and Sirius wants to reach into his heart and wants Remus to reach into his. Wants him to lick his ribs and suck out his blood. “What are you saying?”

Themes: Christmas; mistletoe; eggnog; confessions; fluff; absolutely adorable.

Christmas 1977 (6k)

By: nightswatch

Sirius is bored during the Christmas holidays and convinces Remus to visit him at his new flat in London.

Themes: mistletoe; pining; kissing; fluff.

Need a little Christmas now (2k)

By: aryastark_valarmorghulis

Remus stays at Hogwarts on Christmas Eve.

Themes: Hogwarts Christmas; awkward confession: fluff.

A Good League Hence (15k)

By: eyra

A country hotel in the wintertime. Plenty of snow, plenty of mulled wine, and a feeling that this Christmas might be different.

Themes: wintery; muggle!au; strangers to lovers; countryside; fluff.

This Love We Got Is the Best Of All (3k)

By: Engie_Ivy

Sirius is the town’s most eligible bachelor, and while home for the Holidays, everyone seems eager to get him coupled up.

Themes: muggle!au; strangers to lovers; coffee shop!au; fluff.

The Season's Upon Us (1k)

By: shadow_prince

Sirius is drunk on a table singing, and Remus is too smitten to be mad.

Themes: Hogwarts era; drunken confession; pining; fluff.

Wolfstar Short Stories - The Christmas Collection (43k<)

By: Engie_Ivy

Seasonal Wolfstar Oneshots! Mostly fluffy get-togethers, with various December and Christmas themes.

Have a lovely December!

xx Elliot❄️

[wisteriaiswriting]

Caring For A Child!reader from an orphanage

Words: 596

Request: Can I request Scout, Sniper, and Spy (if it's not too much) with a kid reader that's from an orphanage?

Who let this man have a child??

He’s definitely more like an older brother but is still technically your father.

That doesn’t matter now, he’s making it known that you don’t ever have to go back.

Tries his hardest to give you a proper family, and he doesn’t mean the other mercs. (If they were, it would be a very disfunctional one.) So he takes you to his ma and brothers.

And she just adores you, absolutely cannot get enough of you! Is constantly calling Scout to speak to you and setting up times for you to come visit her.

If you had anything brought from the orphanage, he doesn’t care, letting you bring whatever it is with you.

Also, depending on your age a few things can change;

If you’re a teenager, he won’t really know what to do, so he kinda just becomes your friend.

As a young child, definitely relies on his mother and some of the older mercs for help (Goes to Heavy and Engineer first for anything, otherwise he’ll call his ma in a panic.)

Has never even thought about going to Spy for anything, who silently fumes and pouts about it.

This guy will not teach you anything a father should, still not sure how he was even allowed to have a kid.

He’s just a tad bit more qualified than Scout, but still shouldn’t be left in charge of a child.

Isn’t that good at comforting you about anything really, but for you he tries more than he would for anyone else.

For a good while it'll be awkward for the both of you, but he can fill in a fatherly role.

Calls his parents for help whenever possible, and they willingly tell him everything about caring for a child.

Tries to take you to his parents as often as possible, wanting to do his best to raise you. (Is really happy to have his parents meet their grandkid.)

Having you around  won’t stop him from driving around in his van, but might just put it on hold for a little if you aren’t fully comfortable yet.

Soon enough he makes sure you know that you won't have to go back ever. If anything happens to him, you’re going straight to his parents.

The adoptive ones, you’ll never meet his birth parents.

What does this man know about raising a child??

But in all honesty, out of the three mercs listed he does know the most and can be a responsible father. (Has never proven it though.)

Just hope and pray Scout never realised the relationship between him and Spy. (Medic won’t tell him, yet…)

You aren’t sure how he learnt these skills but hey, he’s a pretty decent father.

Won’t ever outwardly and blatantly mention you ever going back, but rather he does it quietly through his actions.

Such as; getting you your own space quickly at the base (Which is highly likely where you’re staying.) and spends a good chunk of money on high quality things. (Clothing, furniture and other things.)

Throughout the time of having you around, he’s been having a lot of thoughts, which are mainly about being a father.

He’s such a good dad one for you but he was so shit for Scout, which (Luckily for him) neither of you are aware of.

So he tries his hardest to not fail you like he did before, aware he wont ever make up for Jeremy but he can prevent it from happening again.

The others quickly notice the slight change in Spy towards you.

[solaris-amethyst]

💫The last day as the mc trio💫

✨Pairing: idol!Xiaojun x gn!idol!reader x idol!Yeosang ✨Prompt: It is your last day as an mc on The Show together with Xiaojun and Yeosang. ✨Genre: fluff, non romantic, idol au ✨Word Count: 2.3k ☀️Authors note: Since I reached 50 followers here on Tumblr I wrote this to celebrate that✨💓

For some reason you had not expected to feel all these emotions that you were currently experiencing whilst sitting in a make up chair getting your make up and hair fixed for today's episode of The Show.

Perhaps it was the fact that it was your last day here as an mc before you were to retire from the job. Had it been up to you, you would have continued on for far longer than you had been allowed to but unfortunately for you your company had decided after four months you had done enough and were going back to them with no real plan on what to do next.

Which honestly scared you. Not knowing what the next step would be for you, your company hadn't mentioned anything about a comeback or any other job opportunities yet.

You always looked forward coming to The Show, the staff were always so kind to you, chatting about potential upcoming comebacks for you, life in general and so much more and you always appreciated it so much. Not to forget your lovely co-stars and co-mcs Xiaojun and Yeosang.

Both who had welcomed you with open arms when you joined them four months ago. It had been a bit awkward in the beginning, all three of you a bit shy and trying to get to know each other but after your special mc-stage in which you had performed Infinites Bad it had gotten much better. Working together, learning the choreography and singing and practicing had brought you all together very quickly and soon enough the three of you were playing around and joking like you had been friends all your life.

Xiaojun had even once brought along his dog Bella to let her meet both you and Yeosang and she had absolutely adored Yeosang to the point she didn't want to listen to Xiaojun to yours and Yeosangs delight.

You had endless of memories on stage, off stage, in your group chat and much more and to know that a lot of that would stop happening created tiny little cracks in your heart. No more playing around with them, no more hearing Xiaojun sing to his hearts content or filming yet another chaotic TikTok and hearing Yeosangs wonderful laugh at that. No more seeing and hearing Yeosang giggle if he made a mistake when next to you on stage while you mc:d together.

No more of any of what made your days brighter.

"You okay there sweetheart?" The makeup lady asked kindly, stopping what she was doing to check in on you. "You look like you're feeling some big emotions right now." She says quietly and you nod at her.

"I am." You whisper, giving her a small smile before blinking quickly hoping you can will away the tears for now. You could cry later, when you were alone in your dorm room instead.

"You're gonna do great today sweetheart I just know it." She smiles kindly again before going back to putting your make up on once more. The Shows producers had been kind enough to give you three new performance, a farewell performance to you before everyone truly has to say goodbye at the end of today's show.

It had been decided that you would do a cover of Backstreet Boys song Larger Than Life. You three had a few songs presented and the decision had ultimately landed to you and you chose the Backstreet Boys song, practicing the song had been very fun especially going for a more 90s inspired look and dance.

It had caused you three to sometimes very playfully and dramatically pretend you were a group from the 90s doing some of the choreography they did back then. It was corny and very funny causing some dance movements to become inside jokes between the three of you.

"There you are! We've been looking for you!" Xiaojun singsongs as he and Yeosang enters the room, already dressed up in that classic white 90s boyband clothes you were soon gonna be adorning as well.

Both come up with big smiles to your chair, Yeosang can't stop himself from touching a part of your hair that's standing up slightly with a lil giggle causing you to smile.

It was impossible not to smile when you saw him. Yeosang just had that aura that made him instantly likable, like a moth to a flame, it was impossible to stay away and not find him endearing or funny.

"Ready for today's show?" Yeosang asks while tilting his head at you and you can only look fondly at your two friends.

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess..."

"Hey we'll have fun, let's just enjoy this stage and blow everyone's minds." Xiaojun said brightly quickly sharing a look with Yeosang before he looked back at you.

Once you got the go ahead you hurriedly got out of the chair and quickly changed clothes and got your mic on as needed.

In the room you left them, Yeosang and Xiaojun made sure their surprise which consisted of a headband and sash that said Y/ns graduation! Plus a banner they had put together with some lovely words your friends and staff had written down about you, ranging from words like how they will miss you to admiration about your work ethic or your kindness and much more.

Yeosang had even drawn a lil hehetmon holding a lil graduation flower to you and Xiaojun had managed to get Bellas paw print onto the poster as well.

"Do you have the flowers for the farewell speech?" Xiaojun questioned as he took everything to the place near the stage so they could quickly get it all at the end of the performance.

"Yeah, I got the cake as well. It's hidden well, we can try and sneak off and get it when Y/n is holding their speech." Yeosang replied glancing backwards to make sure you wouldn't come back inside and hear about their plans.

"Should I bring some tissues as well? In case they cry?" Xiaojun asks curiously thinking that you might appreciate some tissues in case the waterworks starts flowing when you're holding your very last speech as an mc. He's totally not asking because he knows his own tears might start falling down if he sees you cry, no not at all.

Yeosang gives him a quick nod when he hears you returning and Xiaojun rushes to hide the tissues near the flowers before coming back to you two.

"Ready to perform like we were a 90s boyband?" You ask with a smile feeling the familiar feeling of adrenaline and nerves settling into your bones and body.

"Let's have fun up there okay?" Yeosang says while his hand slides into yours and gives it a gentle but supportive squeeze.

"Have you thought of what to do for your ending fairy?" Your other friend asks and you nod, thinking back on how he had suggested you do the heart signs on your cheeks thinking that would be a good way to end todays stage.

"Can you three please come up on stage and get into position? We're about to start?" A staff said waving his hand so you three would hurry up.

Walking up on stage and into position made all the fans scream in anticipation of seeing what you had prepared. Right before the music started you gave a lil wave to the audience causing another stream of shouts and squeals.

When the familiar starting beat of Larger Than Life came on you and the boys started to dance and perform like you had practice.

The performance flew by quickly, the adrenaline from being on stage and from having fun with your friends made it go back so quickly. You didn't even realize as you finished your pose for your ending fairy that both Yeosang and Xiaojun had quickly run away from your sides with bright giggly smiles only shown to the audience.

You were so focused until Yeosang suddenly came into your view with a smile making you give him a surprised look, a little "eh?" escaped your mouth as he puts on a little headband with the lettering he had prepared.

"There!" He smiles and you can hear a little hehet escaping him as he giggles before stepping aside as Xiaojun comes up with a big sash and putting it on you.

"Ta-daaaaa!" Both of them hold up their little sign and Xiaojun is beaming while Yeosang looks a bit shy doing this infront of everyone in the audience.

"What?!" You exclaim in shock not fully processing what they've just done.

You stand back, mouth agape as you take in the words on the sign.

/Thank you for everything our sunshine./ /The very best at always cheering us up and seeing it from the bright side./ /Loveliest of friends./ /I'll miss you./ /Best mc bestie./

And so much more was written that it honestly brought you to tears and all you could do was run into their arms and hug them both tightly. Screw what others would think, if it would spark dating rumors or not.

You needed to hug your friends in that moment and you had never been happier when you felt them both return the hug just as tight. You could feel someone kissing the top of your head and the fans present screamed louder at the cute display between the three of you.

It took a lot of coaxing from the staff to get you three to eventually let go of each other to head back so you could change and then head out for the finale where you'd announce this weeks winner of The Show.

Yeosang made sure you had your little headband and sash on before smiling brightly again.

"There fits you perfectly." He murmurs after finally adjusting it all and his hand quickly finds his phone when he sees that Xiaojun is taking pictures of you, wanting to do the same.

"Smile Y/n!!"

"Yeah give us a pose!"

It makes you laugh at their seriousness and you can't help but pose while still fighting those tears back. It gets even harder to not cry when Xiaojun lines the three of you up so he can take some cute selfies making sure you do some goofy ones as well.

"Could you three please head up on stage? It's time for the ending of today's show." A staff member told you.

"Of course, we'll be up in a minute." You told them with an appreciative smile.

"Let's do this one last time together?" You ask looking at them both, both are smiling and you can't help but feel like you're home, right where you are supposed to be and soon it will all be ripped away from you and that hurts.

A lot.

The ending honestly flew past, greeting everyone as you made it up on stage at the front with your cue cards and hand mic, standing in the middle of Xiaojun and Yeosang, bickering and having fun during and after announcing the winners and such. The bright lights where blinding and suddenly you got your cue that it was time to wrap it up and for you to say goodbye to what had been your favorite idol gig for the past four months.

"I don't even know where to start." You said into your mic after Yeosang had asked if you wanted to share some last words.

He looked at you with such kind eyes, both of them did. Giving you encouraging nods to speak from your heart.

"I will miss this so incredibly much. I want to say thank you to all the staff here at The Show who have been so incredibly kind to me, who have made every day I've been here an absolute delight." You could feel the tears building up again, your voice starting to get full of emotion as you were speaking. "Yeosang, Xiaojun." The first tear fell when you looked at your two friends and Yeosang was blinking so much you'd think he had gotten something in his eye while Xiaojun was quick to give you a tissue while fighting back his own tears.

"Thank you for everything. Your friendship has meant more to me than you can imagine. I've loved every single minute I've spent with you two here, mc-ing with you have been the highlights of my days and I will miss you both so much now that I have to leave. I will miss you two so much." Was the last thing you managed to say before you saw them both tell you to wait, rushing off stage in a hurry as if they had forgotten something only to come back with a bouquet of roses and a little cake.

You were sure there would be pictures of you ugly crying all over the internet tomorrow but at this moment you couldn't care. You let the tears fall and the sobs to be heard as your two friends stood there with flowers and a cake for you.

"We will miss you too Y/n. We will miss our sunshine who never fails to look at the bright side of things." Xiaojun started.

"And we will miss the way you always bring a smile to everyone's faces no matter how down someone might have been." Yeosang finished.

"We love you!"

"I love you too!" You responded as the director showed they had cut the cameras after that.

You, Yeosang and Xiaojun took no notice being in your own little world of emotions and hugs, tears and laughter.

The night eventually ended with you three going out to eat at a restaurant. Determined to end the day with happiness instead of tears of sadness.

For you, your heart was warm with all the love you had been showered with throughout the day and despite it leaving a bittersweet feeling in your chest perhaps it would still end up okay.

Especially with both of your friends just a call away.

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I mentioned this in a dm, but I absolutely adore the idea of Ma telling that storybooks MK with the express purpose of making him feel better. Like maybe during some of his hero work, he blunders hard enough that he ends up in a similar position (head stuck in something) and feeeling horrible about it. Perhaps it became a viral meme and he's embarrassed! And Ma, who happened to see it happening, decides to cheer MK up.

MK: I'm a total joke! Nobody is going to take me seriously now!

Ma: Maybe... or maybe you'll do something amazing, and they'll all forget the blunder in a week. Did I tell you about my friend, Shihou?

MK, not realizing the connection: Who?

Ma: He was a very clumsy and adventurous cub I knew, a lot like you actually. Always going off, getting into trouble, but he had a big heart and always tried to make the world a better place. All while also doing silly things like getting a gourd stuck on his head or tripping over his own tail. He also thought nobody would ever take him seriously.

MK: Did it change? Did people take him seriously?

Ma, giving him anknowing smile: Considering he is now known as the Great Sage, i think my Shihou did pretty well.

And that makes MK happy, because it's the first time he's met someone who ever gave a positive comparison to him aboht hsi mentor and genuinelymesnt it. He asks about the story about the gourd, to which Ma gleefully goes into detail.

Paired with the art here!

I love the Stalwarts being Wukong's embarrassing older siblings. They've seen their little brother at his most baby and they can not forget it! XD

Macaque is also a provider of embarrassing but relatable Wukong stories. He works them into little plays and stories for cubs.

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For @aydracz, who left a lovely comment asking to share my recommendations. <3

Here you go!

First up are some one shots.

'Of Love and Lattes' : by edna_blackadder

Short and sweet and perfect for the season. Crowley is a cranky barista and Tracy's coffee shop and Aziraphale is a customer with a sweet tooth with a penchant for seasonal drinks and making Crolwey's Job harder.

'Passive-Aggressive Bouquets': by susieboo

Supper silly fun and quick read for a quick fix. Aziraphale runs a flower shop where he gets an odd customer who storms in and demands help with revenge bouquets of flowers with very specific meanings.

Longer Recommendations

12 days: by Lunasong365, sous_le_saule

12 chapters/10.9k

A vacation love affair fic set on a beach in France and also translated from French. Crowley is a uni-student saving up for his study-abroad in England working as a beach vendor. Aziraphale is a university professor on a sabbatical in France trying to forget about all the work he has to do and trying to freshen up on his French. (Has mentions and eludes to sex and sexual acts but nothing graphic.)

And now for my Faveourites

The Rose Thief and the Priest: by ImprobableDreams900

4 chapters/ 15k

Absolution adore this one. Plot and characterizations had me hooked. Basically, Crowley is a Horticulturist and Rose expert who spots a what could possibly be a rare breed of rose in a church yard. Aziraphale is the stuffy priest who is looking after the parish while the vicar is away. Some rose theft hijinks ensues with unexpected results. I really really recommend this one it's so good.

You Might Think I'm Crazy (All I Want is You): by soft_october

5 chapter / 23.8k

Tbh, I didn't even realise this one was strictly book-omens until I went back and read the publication date and the fandom tag. So lovely, every character is so *character* it is PEAK coffee shop AU. Aziraphale is a stuffy book shop owner who appreciates his soluitude and lack of shop-foot traffic - he doesn't appreciate the passive-agressive notices from the neighbourhood shop committee and the suspicious men in dark suits who keep lurking around and asking him to sell. And he certainly lothes the idea of having a coffee shop opening next door.

Sort of one-sided-enemy- to friends- to-maybe-something-more. Would deff give it a read if you're starved for a good coffee shop AU and love Anathama Device wingmanship.

Been making my way through basically every page of the Aziraphale/Crowley Tag on AO3 and have now reached the fics circa 2015 before the show came out.

Its interesting to see how their relationship is so essentially the same but how little things feel so different between before their on screen portrayals.

One little tid-bit I'm enjoying is how in the absence of Gabriel and Lord Beeze from the show the 4 horsemen tend to be featured more as secondary characters with bearing on the plots in the human AUs I gravitate toward.

Since we haven't got Red hair Crowley in a half-bun yet or Davids Tennant's Iconic *gestures vaguely in the air* there's no paragraphs of prose describing their long silky flames of crimson locks or the swaggering of barely attached hips and sprawled limbs.

And since they haven't been exposed to the devastating effect of Micheal-Sheens facial expressions and puppy eyes, Aziraphale comes across a little more aloof, but still the fussy bastard we all love, and he still has Crowley just as wipped.

Im having a great time.