#other stuff of the sort. And they can steal the pies.

[twilightarcade]

I love how if you cook something you get to eat it too. Literally the best experience in the world

#wordstag #YOU WERE SO RIGHT ABOUT THIS ME #i love cooking so much like if i lived by anyone i cared about i would invite them to dinner forever #i would leave pies on my window to cool and go up to the children and say 'now don't go eating my pies until their cool young man' and #other stuff of the sort. And they can steal the pies. #i would go around the neighborhood and knock on people's doors and give them baked goods. Literally if #everything were free I would cook for everyone all the time. That could be my full time job #guy who cooks stuff. But not at a restaurant though. That would kill me !

[h0ney-gl0ws]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request Hades boys (Zag, Than, and Hypnos) x reader hcs where the reader loves to bake? ^^ Thank you!

Yes you can! Awww this is such a cute request! Thank you for the request, and your patience lol.

Word Count (Approx): 1,080

Hades Boys! With an s/o who loves to bake!

Zagreus Zagreus first found out you loved to bake when you got hired to be an assistant to the head chef.

Your services to the lounge made it much more livelier than usual. Many of the shades who had no interest in food before, just had to see what the fuss was about with your baked goods. They were the talk of the house for quite some time after all.

And Zagreus doesnt let you forget that fact, reminding you constantly about how good your treats are, emphasizing how popular they are, as well as relaying the compliments he’s heard in whispers amongst the shades.

One day (or night) he asks that you teach him your ways. He knows how much baking means to you and wants to be able to share in that special little hobby of yours.

Of course Zagreus’ attempts end up with a fire, a horribly charred lump of something that was meant to be bread, and another hefty work load for Dusa in order to clean up the lounge…again. (You offer your best cupcakes as an apology to her afterwards haha)

The fire fiasco also got Zagreus banned from stepping foot into the kitchen again at the insistence of the head chef.

Zagreus would miss being able to steal tastes of your baked treats (and seeing you at work ofc) so much, that he commissioned the house contractor to start selling your treats in Charon’s shops. That way when he’s on his runs he can have a little reminder, and assist from you along the way.

He even took one of your recipes all the way to Eurydice, in return she gave him one of hers for you to try out. You were so impressed by her recipe, the goods made from it tasted like nothing you’ve ever had before! From then on Zagreus became a bit of a messenger between you two, he’d gift you one of Eurydice’s recipes when she gave them to him and you send her one back. You formed a cherished friendship over the shared love of creating food even without having met face to face.

You made sure to express your gratitude to Zagreus for taking interest in your hobby, connecting you to new friends in the afterlife, as well as being a great partner by giving him all the treats he could ever ask for, but the only treat he really needs in the end is you :)

Thanatos Thanatos was never one for sweets. The taste was too intense and the pure sugary monstrosities reminded him way too much of the surface. Bright, euphoric in the moment, but also very bad for you. All in all he can’t stand the stuff.

So when you first told him about your hobby he admits he had some concern. He’s seen what treats do to mortals first hand and does not understand the appeal.

Until, one day or night he returned to his usual spot in the house, and upon the polished round table that Zagreus got him was a basket of freshly baked bread rolls. In his hasty opposition to sweet foods he forgot that not all baked goods were of the sweet variety. Your baking opened a new door for him that day.

He praised your baking skills the next day. Expressing his gratitude of you accommodating his culinary preferences. You told him that’s what partners are for! That you want to be able to share this part of you with him and are overjoyed that he liked them. He laughs at your enthusiasm telling you he would happily accept any more treats you decided to make him.

And make him things you did, from breads to pastries to savory pies you made him all sorts of amazing goodies. Thanatos thanked you profusely after each gift, pressing tender kisses to your temple.

One evening, he admitted that he didn’t always hate sweets. When he was younger he actually liked a few of them, but after seeing greedy mortals, stuffing their faces and throwing away much excess while others starved and perished. Sweets never quite tasted the same, becoming a suffocating syrupy substance that he cant handle, but he was willing to try again if you made it.

You told him he doesn’t have to try your sweets and you wouldn’t be offended if he didn’t, but he assured you he wanted to, that anything important to you was important to him. And besides if he likes someone as sweet as you then he can handle any sweet treat you make.

Hypnos Alright, Hypnos sleeps a lot so there not a lot of time for him to eat the goods you make. He claims that the sugar would have him awake for weeks and he’d hate to have that happen. So he appreciates your hobby in a different way.

For instance he loves just watching you bake. The way your hands move so gracefully as well as confidently is super soothing. Your so precise in everything you do its very impressive to watch. You often catch him leaning against the edge of the counter your working on, fast asleep after a few minutes of watching you bake. You find it really cute how much he admires you ^-^

Not even to mention the smell! When Hypnos cuddles with you after you’ve been working a long shift with sweets and freshly baked goods, he practically feels as if he was in Olympus! Nuzzling his nose into your hair he can just fall asleep relishing in your sweet scent as he holds you close.

Well, eventually you are able to catch him at a time where you can convince him to actually enjoy your baked goods. And he was right… He talked faster than usual that day, and was way more clingy than you were used too. Why he rivaled Hermes in how fast he completed his work. His sugar rush antics made quite the entertaining feat. I don’t think he nodded off once for quite a while after that.

But when he did crash, he crashed It caused quite the backup in his work, and he wasn’t allowed to have your treats over a certain sugar level after that. Ordered by Lord Hades himself XD.

But Hypnos doesn’t mind, you’re the only sugar he needs in his life :P

#hades #zagreus x reader #zagreus hades #thanatos x reader #thanatos hades #hypnos x reader #hypnos hades #request #h0ney gl0ws works! #headcanon

[magnumdays]

Magnum PI 5.12 - Three Bridges review

Little bit late this week because I had trouble finding the ep and well this new mid-week airing time, it's at a pretty inconvenient time of the week for me.

Anyways...

The promo for this episode was misleading as (when is it not) but in this case it was a really good misleading. We did get funny sting-ray case but that was just a side plot for laughs.

And for me it worked so well because it gave us more Miggy scenes and man, do I love how they're doing Magnum and Higgins as a couple now. It's established, comfortable but still sweet with that hint of sexy they always had and IDK, why can't we just have 10 seasons more of this?

The Case

Seems like a semi-straightforward "trusted the wrong person and got my money stolen" case. But this being Magnum PI, there is of course a huge trafficking ring behind it and the bad guy is actually a good guy and everyone (except for the Triad) gets a happy ending. (Brushing over the trauma of trafficking and being used as a human sheild at and also sort of betrayal of trust and stealing lots of money from people, and all that jazz. Because goodness will win out and happiness reign supreme -that's just how we roll in Magnum PI land.)

I liked it, even if finding the hotel (which granted took the combined power of Kumu and Higgy) and then just getting walked straight into the heart of the Evil Overlords organization was a bit convenient. Like if I was a boss bad-guy I would have just told my underlings to walk potential spies and cops and other interested parties off the property. And then just moved my operation.

Just saying, a bit sloppy for a 97-million-dollar operation...

The end bit with findning Haun (Han?) after he'd been sold off again, maybe that should have ended sadder or more dramatic. Like Haun could at least have gotten shot in the arm or something... just a little suggestion.

Or Higgy should have gotten shot because she was just walking straight into the path of this guy's bullets...

The Miggy

What took you so long?

I was about to ask you the same thing.

They are so adorable and just maybe the ultimate modern battle couple of all time.

Seriously was there one Miggy moment when the banter was not on point?

"Get where it's going and intercept it!"

Side note: does someone on this show have like a drowning kink? I feel like waterboarding is the to-go torture method of choice for all bad guys. I mean Nuzo was water-boarded before he died, Higgy was, then she almost drowned and now we got TM getting all drown-y.

And love the look Magnum gives the guy when the bad guy is all "This ain't gonna work - go get his friend". Like from mildly smug (above) because hey, Mr. Navy Seal "I can hold my breath for five minutes" isn't worried about anything to 'not amused' in like a second.

(I mean of course Higgy being all kick-ass going to get her Hubby, also lovely.)

TC - Sometimes you just need your mom

So TC pushing everyone away after last week when he seemed to be opening up and doing a bit better with Shammy and Kumu felt like a step back, but also very real. Because rehab and progress is not linear nor does it "make sense" for most people in a logical way.

Mommy-TC showing up and both showing him that she not leaving because she loves him and wants to be there for him and talking to him about weakness and stubbornness, was the right play. Because when life sucks sometimes you just need your mom right?

It's also a nice call back to last "season" which they've been so good at during season 5. Like with Higgy and the Mandarin and just little references to stuff (still waiting on the tattoo though...)

Rick and Love

So I guess Piper was only in the picture to push Rick and Suzy together then? Maybe? I kind of hope she sticks around and has some other nefarious purpose. But if she's not in the next episode or 14, I guess she was just there to get the Suzy/Rick ship to sail.

Which, I mean, we did all want that and it is sooo very cute and I'd want to see happy-family feels! Let Suzy or Rick have a birthday and we can end with a surprise party or something this season (and bring a real baby this time).

Overall + I'm on a break next week

I enjoyed this episode so much, possibly a bit more than last week's ep even, and I'm a bit annoyed with myself it took me like 4 days until I could watch it. I guess, part of why I postponing watching is because each week means one episode closer to the last one. Urg, why did they end our show!!! It's such a freaking shame because it absolutely feels like they've found their groove with the Miggy relationship and just the whole vibe of 5a and so far 5b!

Next week I'll be traveling so I might not be able to get access to the episode at all before I return home, which sucks because it's my favorite plot-device: my faves going undercover.

But yeah, 13+14 might end up being a double episode for me (+ double review!) in two weeks but we shall see!

#magnum pi #miggy #Thomas Magnum #Juliet Higgins #Magnum PI season 5 #Magnum Pi my review #Magnum PI review

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Arya and nature motifs

I. Arya Underfoot

Arya has many nicknames through the series. Some are mocking ones given to her  by her people who wish to upset her while others are endearing ones given to her by people who like her. The nickname “Arya Underfoot” is given to her by her father’s men who knew that the young lady enjoyed spending her time with smallfolk outside the castle. While getting dirty by spending time outside isn’t “ladylike” according to westerosi sexist standards, the people who gave her that nickname like her for her warm, friendly and down to earth personality. 

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father's table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her "Arya Underfoot," because he said that was where she always was. She'd liked that a lot better than "Arya Horseface."

Lommy had called her Lumpyhead, Sansa used Horseface, and her father's men once dubbed her Arya Underfoot, but she did not think any of those were the sort of name he wanted.

"I remember," said Arya. "He killed Jory." Jory had always smiled at her, when he wasn't telling her to get from underfoot.

II. Arya and her love for flowers

We see Arya’s love for flowers through her interactions with her sister, Sansa. First we have Arya enthousiastically telling Sansa about all the new flowers she found on the Neck:

Then to Sansa she said, "When we were crossing the Neck, I counted thirty-six flowers I never saw before[...]”

Then we also have an endearing scene of Arya picking flowers for her father, Ned. It’s a sweet gesture and Ned being a good father appreciates his daughter’s efforts:

One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.

But Arya’s connection to nature is even more evident on the the paragraph below. Even when she gets a rash on her arms because of her flowers she was picking earlier, Arya’s reaction isn’t to be upset about it and instead she finds it funny. 

Then it turned out the purple flowers were called poison kisses, and Arya got a rash on her arms. Sansa would have thought that might have taught her a lesson, but Arya laughed about it, and the next day she rubbed mud all over her arms like some ignorant bog woman just because her friend Mycah told her it would stop the itching.

III. The acorn dress

Arya might not have wore as many gowns as other female characters but her acorn dress is one of the most memorable asoiaf dresses. Arya’s given that dress by Lady Smallwood. Arya finds the dress rather silly but she remembers fondly how Lady Smallwood had praised her appearence.

Arya promptly found herself marched upstairs, forced into a tub, and doused with scalding hot water. Lady Smallwood's maidservants scrubbed her so hard it felt like they were flaying her themselves. They even dumped in some stinky-sweet stuff that smelled like flowers.

And afterward, they insisted she dress herself in girl's things, brown woolen stockings and a light linen shift, and over that a light green gown with acorns embroidered all over the bodice in brown thread, and more acorns bordering the hem.

.Arya spotted a yellow tent with six acrons on its panels, three over two over one. Lord Smallwood, she knew, remembering Acorn Hall so far away, and the lady who'd said she was pretty.

ΙV. My Featherbed

Anyone who says that Arya can´t have a romantic plot line, canon contradicts you. The most romantic song of the series appears on Arya´s POV, while she fools around with Gendry. The parallels between the heroes of the song and the little lady and the young blacksmith are evident.

My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I'll lay you down, I'll dress you all in yellow silk, and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. I'll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword.

And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I'll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.

#arya stark #canonarya #asoiaf #aryastarkmonth2022 #asoiaf meta #arya meta

[kendallsdreamsong]

"come on, nate, we should be good people … wouldnt it be nice to wake up in the morning and not feel like a fucking piece of shit?" so this is shiv, trying to make this decision to be a good person, bc she Knows she isnt, but of course she keeps being a bad person with nate, bc she already feels like a piece of shit and she already expects herself to keep going back to that and its who she decides she has to be. later on she'll shut down and feign ignorance to how deeply fucked up the company and her whole life is, but for now she can be open and honest and say "im a fucking piece of shit. i dont want to be, but i am."

"you tell yourself you're a good person but you're not a good person" reflects more on kendall than it does shiv i think, bc almost immediately after this he says "im the real you", which can be read as him saying "im the Actually good version of you", but he also knows this not to be true… etc etc. but it also totally Does reflect on shiv, because shes so wrapped up in making other people Think shes a good person, and making other people think she thinks shes a good person, but the honesty we saw with nate earlier shows that deep down she does know and conceptualize her standing within the world

"oh, look, shiv, do you think that stealing is what good people do? stealing? cheating at monopoly?" this is objectively silly and thats the point, how roman makes jokes out of how he actually feels to cover it up, ugh i dont have to go through all of this just look at the tvtropes page for the sad clown trope and you'll get the idea. in any case, shiv actually said, "i was only stealing so i could win", in this case saying "i did what i had to to win dads affection" and roman fired back with what he perceived to be a weak point, shivs morality. also roman feels like something was taken from him here, might have something to do with how he brings up what shiv did with gerri -- see romans issues with sexuality and further analysis of specifically the revocation of agency(? idrk if thats the word im looking for) in his sexuality. Or something

"greg, dont be an asshole, you dont have principles" is a comedic sort of juxtaposition; "dont be an asshole" and "you dont have principles" are, like, opposites, since not being an asshole implies having some principles. what tom is demanding here is a double standard and loyalty to a class which, for a long time, greg has not belonged to. essentially hes trying to make sure greg, known slimy bitch, wont betray him, aka work for toms gain, which in itself calls back to that theme of rich entitlement, that people in the upper class have a simultaneous philosophy of "make your own fucking pile" and work solely for ur own best interest, but expect those around you to serve you. thats where logan excels, he understands that everyone else has the same philosophy he does and distrusts them as a result

"i cleaned up your mess … and im a bad person?" again, this calls back to this idea of pure loyalty to the upper class. since the lower class isnt "real", being horrible to them and/or covering up that behavior is okay, justified even. but to be part of the upper class, it is Good to do whatever nasty stuff you have to do to beat someone else. being good, then, isnt about morality, its about power, maybe. logan has cleaned up kendalls mess, and hes supposedly a good person for it. but thats backwards, covering up the truth of someones death to blackmail ur son isnt (morally) good behavior. and that is, at this point, the language that kendall is speaking. logan isnt speaking the same language

"i dont know. im not a good person. … im bad" this is pretty obvious. kendalls been ruminating in the fact that hes a horrible person for the past 2 seasons and now he says it outright. something something black and white thinking

"do you want a deal with the devil?" literally anything i say about this interaction has already been said im moving on

"lifes not knights on a horseback. its a number on a piece of paper its a fight for the knife in the mud." see everything i said earlier about logan speaking the language of power, not morality. "lifes not knights on a horseback" is ofc about not saving people and making ur own pile etc. the iconography is particularly romantic (er, anti-romantic), which is interesting considering logans many weird fucked up relationships with various women. its also associated with medieval times, which. i dont know if that means anything, usually if succession is referencing history its about greek/roman history, but. yknow. "its a number on a piece of paper" references business ofc and with "its a fight for a knife in the mud" im gonna go out on a limb and say this is referencing boar on the floor? pigs are associated with mud, and boar in the floor was something about class struggle. Uh. ya

^^^ im saying so many words i dont know if any of them make sense. i should goooo do my homework Ya. then take a shower and continue my rewatch then go beddy bye

#mine #txt

[agentrouka-blog]

When people say Sansa being tied to power will be miserable for her , they mean she will live her life in a cottage far away from her home and not be a threat to other characters. The game Sansa is wary of is the Littlefinger style of "Game of Thrones" which is based on lies and treachery. Even Ned disliked playing the game and power was suddenly thrusted upon him when all his life he was groomed to follow. At the end, Ned does a decent job and by ADWD, it's his legacy that is shining . Most of these arguments about Sansa not ending up in a position of power , are coupled with the idea of "she will never go north and will meet their favourite pedo and live with him for eternity ".

I don’t even know. I don’t care what motivates them. It’s simply wrong.

The thing is, the lemon cake quote the anon used actually proves the opposite of what they wanted to say, when used in context. Sansa IS interested in this stuff.

Ned is holding court as Hand of the King and notices her up on the gallery watching - and is pissed!

From his vantage point atop the throne, he could see men slipping out the door at the far end of the hall. Hares going to ground, he supposed … or rats off to nibble the queen’s cheese. He caught a glimpse of Septa Mordane in the gallery, with his daughter Sansa beside her. Ned felt a flash of anger; this was no place for a girl. But the septa could not have known that today’s court would be anything but the usual tedious business of hearing petitions, settling disputes between rival holdfasts, and adjudicating the placement of boundary stones. 

(AGOT, Eddard XI)

Followed by Sansa III, which is all about Sansa telling Jeyne what went on in the throne room in great detail and with much enthusiasm. Because - even if it is still colored by her idealised notions of chivalry - she cares about this sort of stuff.

“He wouldn’t send Ser Loras,” Sansa told Jeyne Poole that night as they shared a cold supper by lamplight. “I think it was because of his leg.”

Lord Eddard had taken his supper in his bedchamber with Alyn, Harwin, and Vayon Poole, the better to rest his broken leg, and Septa Mordane had complained of sore feet after standing in the gallery all day. Arya was supposed to join them, but she was late coming back from her dancing lesson.

“His leg?” Jeyne said uncertainly. She was a pretty, dark-haired girl of Sansa’s own age. “Did Ser Loras hurt his leg?”

“Not his leg,” Sansa said, nibbling delicately at a chicken leg. “Father’s leg, silly. It hurts him ever so much, it makes him cross. Otherwise I’m certain he would have sent Ser Loras.”

Her father’s decision still bewildered her. When the Knight of Flowers had spoken up, she’d been sure she was about to see one of Old Nan’s stories come to life. Ser Gregor was the monster and Ser Loras the true hero who would slay him. He even looked a true hero, so slim and beautiful, with golden roses around his slender waist and his rich brown hair tumbling down into his eyes. And then Father had refused him! It had upset her more than she could tell. She had said as much to Septa Mordane as they descended the stairs from the gallery, but the septa had only told her it was not her place to question her lord father’s decisions.

(AGOT, Sansa III)

She went there on purpose to watch, not knowing it would get exciting, she stayed there ALL DAY and then she thought about his various decisions and spent the evening telling Jeyne about them.

Yeah, she hates the intricacies of ruling. Not.

Arya has different priorities. Both in how she spends her time (”dancing”), and in what kind of interaction she prefers:

Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. "Know the men who follow you," she heard him tell Robb once, "and let them know you. Don't ask your men to die for a stranger." At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father's table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her "Arya Underfoot," because he said that was where she always was. She'd liked that a lot better than "Arya Horseface."

(AGOT, Arya II)

Arya prefers a more equal connection, an immersion in the people of the household. She wants to know them all and she gets into their business, the setting she prefers is semi-private and personal, related to practical details and bonding, not the formal exercise of power involving thoughtful political decision-making on a much larger scale.

So when Jeyne keeps interrupting Sansa, it is irritating because Sansa cares and the only thing that can mitigate it is the cause of the interruption: friggin’ lemon cakes. Alayne Stone bankrupted the entire Vale of lemons for a lemon cake. That’s the scale of how much they mean to her.

Jeyne yawned. “Are there any lemon cakes?” Sansa did not like being interrupted, but she had to admit, lemon cakes sounded more interesting than most of what had gone on in the throne room. “Let’s see,” she said. The kitchen yielded no lemon cakes, but they did find half of a cold strawberry pie, and that was almost as good. They ate it on the tower steps, giggling and gossiping and sharing secrets, and Sansa went to bed that night feeling almost as wicked as Arya. The next morning she woke before first light and crept sleepily to her window to watch Lord Beric form up his men.

She still makes sure to follow up the proceedings of the court day by watching Beric ride off before dawn even though she stayed up late.

Are her thoughts about what goes on still immature? Yes, she is a 12-year-old girl. But she IS interested, she had the patience to listen to this stuff for hours and recalled the details with enough enthusiasm and clarity to nerd off about it to Jeyne, who clearly could not have given less of a flying horse shoe. That boring crap even Jeyne can’t bear to listen to? Sansa lives for it.

The idea that Sansa would be, specifically, miserable in this setting is simply fiction. The idea that Arya wouldn’t be is also a stretch.

Can and should they learn from each other? Yessss. Sansa would definitely benefit from more contact with the smallfolk. Arya’s strength there is something Sansa needs to emulate.

Does that mean their personal inclination for what they enjoy would change? No. In a formal courtly rulership position, Sansa is likely to thrive.

#asoiaf #sansa stark #arya stark #stark sisters #eddard stark #rulership

[mrs-hilmarson]

Run to Me (Part 5)

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Fem!Reader

Wordcount:2.4K 

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

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A/n: Sorry for the delay! I am fighting a serious virus and the holiday... and I may have fallen in love with the real Diane Sherman? I dunno, long story. Anyways, hope you like and Part 6 will be close behind! Love you guys! Thanks for the kind words!

Diane bobbed her head to the music, singing the song on the radio under her breath.  You laid your head on the window, the cool glass relieving some of your discomfort.  You felt like you were on a roller coaster, the world around you spinning one way then the next. You looked over at her, slightly jealous that she felt fine. She noticed and took her eyes off the road long enough to get a good look at you. She frowned and put her hand on your knee, caressing it with her thumb.

"I can turn around if you want. I think you need the rest," she said, drowning out the music.

You shook your head, groaning. For some reason the pounding behind your eyes grew stronger. You shouldn't have done that.

"I need to see Mandy. I need to talk to her face to face. I won't stay long, but I still need to do this."

Diane bit the corner of her lip, thinking about something. She nodded in response, removing her hand and then sticking it in her coat pocket. She pulled it back out, holding out her hand in front of you. In her palm sat two different pills. You sat up, looking over at her.

"What are those?"

"Aspirin, to help your headache," she said quietly, forcing a smile.

You picked up the pills and looked at them. One was different from the other.

"One of them isn't the same as the other though," you said, wondering if she had accidentally pulled out the wrong pills.

"One is an aspirin, the other is a stronger pain killer. A full dose of aspirin isn't enough to knock that migraine out completely, but a full dose of a pain killer would knock you out, and I know you want to be as coherent as possible during your meeting with Mandy."

Diane smiled nervously at you. You couldn't help but smile back. You knew she didn't want you to go off alone right now, but the fact that she was trying her hardest to make sure you could do what you wanted just made your heart sing. You threw back the pills and swallowed, eager for them to kick in.

Diane watched you for a moment longer and you raised your eyebrows at her, chuckling nervously.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" you asked.

She smiled and blushed, turning her eyes back to the road. Her smile remained though.

"No, just making sure you took your medication since I can't trust you to eat your breakfast," she said, her voice laced with a sassy tone.

You laughed, even though your head protested. You reached over and hit Diane's shoulder and she gasped, holding her arm dramatically.

"Watch it missy, or I'm going to have to punish you."

Suddenly the air in the car seemed thick, and she looked over at you in a way you hadn't seen before. Something was different in her eyes and her smile was curved... differently.

You laughed nervously, unsure of what to do. She looked at you for a moment longer in silence before coming to and turning her eyes back to the road. She cleared her throat and her eyes seemed to dart around the road.

"So I am going to run by the pharmacy when you're with Mandy and pick up some flu medicine. I think that's what going on with you. It wouldn't be surprising after that week you spent cramped on a bus with God knows who," she said. She said it in a completely normal tone as if what just happened, hadn't.

You slumped in your seat and nodded.

"Yeah, sure. Okay," you mumbled as you turned the other way. Diane confused you.

Diane dropped you off a block away from the coffee shop. It was a real fight for her to agree, but she finally said okay if you promised to take the mug of tea you hadn't touched with you. You told her you just wanted to stretch your legs and walk a bit, but really you just didn't want to look like you were a little kid being dropped off by your mom to a playdate. You agreed to meet her back in two hours and you went on your way.

You saw Mandy in the coffee shop window, early as usual. She always liked to be the first one to arrive, no matter what the circumstance. She was on her laptop, sipping her drink, looking beautiful and healthy. You could barely contain your excitement and your chest tightened. You quickly took a puff of your inhaler and ran inside, another sweet little bell signaling your arrival.

Mandy looked up and met your stare, her face nearly splitting in half from her smile. She hopped off the stool and ran to you. You met her in the middle and you crashed into one another's arms. You nuzzled into her hair, letting it hide your tears. You had missed her so much. It had been so long since you had seen her face. She pulled back, looking you over. Immediately her face fell.

"What happened to you? What is this cut? Why are you so pale?" she asked, her hands frantic on your face, turning it from side to side looking for more injures.

You laughed and knocked her hands away.

"Well hello to you too.. I had a little bit of an accident and I think I'm coming down with something, but truly I'm fine."

She lead you to the table and you sat across from her. You forced your face to remain normal, even though climbing onto the stool was painful. You placed your cup on the table and leaned on it. Mandy stared at you for a while.

"So, what was this accident that left a dent in my baby sisters head?"

"Someone accidentally.... hit me with their car?"

The silence between that followed was deafening. Her face was void of any emotion, unblinking.

"I'm sorry, what? Someone did WHAT?" she hissed, suddenly exploding.

You leaned back, afraid Mandy may actually smack you.

"I walked into the street without looking. But it's okay because the person who hit me with their car had medical training! They took care of me. Really, I'm fine."

Mandy looked at you, dumbfounded.

"Okay, we are gonna touch back on that later. Do you want anything to eat or drink? I'll cover you."

You shook your head and pushed the travel mug towards her on the table.

"No I'm okay. I promised I'd drink this."

"Who brings coffee to a coffee shop with them? And what is that? Why does it smell like that?"

"I promised I'd drink it. It's some sort of herbal thing, I dunno. Supposed to help with my immune system or something."

Mandy took a bigger sniff of it, gagging. She pushed it back towards you again.

"Please tell me you didn't take that from someone off the street. You don't know how to say no and Y/n I'm pretty sure that's someone's pis-"

"No! Why don't you have more faith in me? The woman I'm staying with makes it for me," you said, grabbing it and taking sip, suppressing the grimace you felt. You hated it, but she didn't need to know that.

"Ahh okay. Yeah, please tell me more about this mysterious woman who just let a random stranger into her home with no ulterior motives," she said, taking a dramatic sip of her own drink. She coughed, choking on it. You tried to suppress a smile, but you couldn't and she saw it so she kicked you under the table.

"She's not some weirdo. She's actually the one who hit me with her car-"

"OH MY GOD. You're making this up. This can not be real Y/n."

"Would you stop? You make it so difficult to tell a story! Yes, she is the one who hit me with her car. Her name is Diane and-"

"Diane what?"

You looked over at Mandy, angry for her cutting you off once again, but the look on her face made your stomach drop a bit. She wasn't playing. She was serious.

"Uh, Diane? Diane Sherman.." you squeaked, clasping the cup in your hand nervously.

Mandy shook her head violently, her face suddenly pale.

"No. No you can not go back there Y/n. She is dangerous."

"What? No she's not! She's been nothing but nice and has taken care of me."

Your voice shook. Why did Mandy have to be so negative about everything?

"Do you know her?" Mandy asked, her voice sharp and abrasive.

"She's a teacher, she lives alone, she had a daughter once, and she travelled and then settled down here."

Mandy shook her head again.

"No, she's NOT a teacher. She can't be around children after her arrest."

You sat and looked at her, shocked.

"Then, what does she do? She has a big house," you said, looking at the ground. You felt small again. So small.

"THATS WHAT YOURE WORRIED ABOUT? Did you hear me? She was ARRESTED! She didn't travel, she was in jail!  Wanna know why, Y/n?"

"No-"

"SHE KIDNAPPED A BABY! She never had a daughter! She tried to steal someone elses! Right from the hospital! Went into the infant ward and plucked a random baby from a cot and tried to stuff it in a bag and run off with it! Thank God that baby was wearing a security bracelet or she could have gotten away."

You slumped in the stool, unable to keep your body up. Your head spun. Nothing felt real all of the sudden and you were sure you were going to be sick. Your eyes stung and you felt your chest tighten. You were drowning.

"No. Th-that can't be true. You're lying."

Mandy huffed and turned back to her laptop, smacking the keys violently. She clicked on something and turned it around to face you, the screen on a newspaper article.

Diane's mugshot was bright and harsh, staring back at you. Right above it was the headline "ATTEMPTED BABY SNATCHING IN ILLINOIS". You opened your mouth, but could find no words. Instead, tears fell from your eyes silently, landing on the table top.

Mandy could see your distress, taking the laptop and  shutting it. She reached over and grabbed your hand and caressed it. You looked up at her, your chest aching.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but it's gonna be okay. We're gonna get you some where safe, okay?"

"But-but.. I am safe. That was a long time ago Mandy. She's changed. She's different," she murmured. You couldn't accept what Mandy was saying.

"No honey, she hasn't. I know this about Diane because she was stalking me. She seemed nice at first, but then she started following me. She'd call me nonstop, and just show up to where ever I was. I know she broke into my dorm and stole stuff of mine. Before I started suspecting something was up, I'd go over to her house for dinner and everytime would leave so sick and tired. I could never prove it, but I'm certain she was drugging me."

You shook your head. No, no, absolutely not. You stumbled out of your chair, your head pounding. Your vision was blurring, and you could feel your heart in your throat. You tried to pull in a breath, but your throat was closing. You stumbled and fell, knocking the travel mug onto the floor. You heard it shatter, but it seemed like it happened in another world. Nothing was happening here. It was just you, the cold floor, and your heartbeat.

You heard Mandy say something, running towards the bathroom. You weren't sure what she said, but you didn't try to move. You couldn't move, your body felt like stone. You gasped for air, but you began to choke and gag instead. You were scared, you were sick, and you were heartbroken.

You heard the little ringing of the door's bell in some far off land, and suddenly before your eyes was the face of Diane. You tried to move, and you weren't sure if your goal was to get away from her or to cling to her, but either was pointless. You had no control over your body. You were in one of your panic attacks

All you could do is search her face with your eyes. She looked scared, tears in her eyes, her nose running. She looked to something in the distance, her expression almost scary. She looked back down at you and kissed your forehead before leaning closer to you.

"Hey sweet girl. It's okay. I've got you. I'm gonna take you home now, but I need you to be quiet," she whispered so close to your ear that you could feel her lips on the shell of it.

You wanted to scream, to yell for Mandy, but you could not. You wondered where the coffee shop employees had gone and if they were going to get help. You looked up into Diane's eyes and she smiled desperately at you. Your heart ached. You were so scared, you did not want to go with her. Yet at the same time, part of you did. You could not believe what you had been told.

You felt Diane pick you up from the floor, leaving behind the shattered cup and rushed you out of the door, running down the block with you. She threw you into the passenger seat, not even bothering to buckle you up. You leaned against the door, slumped over. Diane got into the drivers seat and fumbled with the keys, her hand shaking. She turned the ignition and hit the gas, leaving town before Mandy even came back from the bathroom.

Diane drove fast back towards the house, biting her nails. She breathed heavily and you could only watch her out of the corner of your eye. Who was she? Why had she lied? What else was she hiding?

Suddenly Diane took a sharp turn, not breaking, causing you to fly from the seat and fall into her lap. You groaned, feeling a bit more in control. Diane looked down and smiled. Sniffling she petted your hair and shooshed you. You went to push yourself up but Diane pushed you back down. Your breathing became ragged again and you were afraid you were going to hyperventilate.  

You felt the car go off road and then go into park. Diane reached behind your seat and got a first aid kit, opening it. Then, you felt a prick in the side of your neck. You gasped and cried out. You scratched at Diane, attempting to push yourself away from her body. Warmth spread through your muscles and your vision seeped away into a black mist, but not before you heard it. Her voice in your ear.

"It's okay baby. I'm here. I'm here now."

#Run to me #run film #sarah paulson #sarah paulson fic #sarah paulson x reader #diane sherman x reader

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IronStrange Starter Kit - Master Fic Rec List for all Y’all Because You’ve been Asking and I’ve been Avoiding

Hi! All you anons and askers, I made a list!!! Hopefully some of these are what you’ve been after. :D

(Please reblog this, lol, I spent too much time on it...) 

General rules: These are complete unless indicated otherwise, and end happily unless indicated otherwise. There’s a variety of ratings, as I have no qualms against smut, but I don’t usually read it outside of a larger plot. So I don’t think there’ll be many explicit stories on here. Word counts vary; I indicate general length but don’t go into specifics. What else, uh... Bold stuff is the headers and general subjects. I link the titles. Block quotes are author summaries. Enjoy!!

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Okay so first off, there are a couple of Fandom Staples who just have leagues worth of good short stories, and if you haven’t read them, then definitely treat yourself to the array:

A Thousand Futures of Me and You - VisionaryGalaxy (Vishanti, what a legend, ily so much). This is a series of unconnected one-shots, each their own and covering a variety of tropes and moments and themes and AUs. They’re so fun (and/or painful and/or thought-provoking and/or tense and/or sexy)! In-character and amazing, consistantly. 

Prompt Collection -  amethyst-noir (Arbonne). (Also a legendary human). This is exactly what it sounds like: a series of prompt fills in all sorts of tones. You’ll almost certainly find something here that feels like it was just made for you!

Alright, onto the individual stories and series!

Long fics/series:

The of overqualified hands and pi figures series - lantia4ever. (This was my first Ironstrange story, and it is no less magical now.)

A series of one-shots, all set in the same alternate verse in which Tony and Stephen first meet following the events of the first Avengers and then continue to meet after that throughout the canon up until Infinity War and eventually beyond it. Becoming friends - and more along the way.

Time After Time - fancylances. (I love love LOVE this one. Highly recommended.) 

Tony Stark is unstuck in time. Stephen Strange might just be the only person in the universe qualified enough to help.

Citizen Erased - Imagined. (This author. Just... such a wonderful, talented, stunning person who makes wonderful, talented, stunning works. This story is masterful.)

What do you do when no one in the world ever manages to remember you?

Anyone who sees Tony Stark promptly forgets he ever existed after mere seconds. When everyone he has ever cared about has lost their memories of him, he goes to Stephen Strange, possibly the only one who can help him lift the curse. But a terrifying danger is coming, and saving the world isn’t an easy job to do when no one can remember who you are.

if only the gods had mercy on us and it’s sequel a soul too deep - orphan_account. (Vishanti, this series...  It’s so beautiful and emotional and heart-breaking and heart-warming. And it has so few views for so many words! One of my absolute favorites, VERY highly recommended.) 

Tony Stark loved Stephen Strange. He loved him more than anyone could ever imagine. But then a terrorist group attacked the convoy. Then there was a car accident. In the middle of it all, there is tired, battered love. (And, maybe, a little bit of genius)

From the Top - lucifersfavoritechild. (Everyone reads this fic. Written by the blogger Monarch Of The Ironstrange Ship, it’s an MCU rewrite around the relationship. Very fun.) 

“Stephen, if you’re . . . there somewhere . . . when I drift off, I’ll be with you again. I can’t wait.”

|| Personally, I think the MCU would be much better as a love story between Stephen Strange and Tony Stark. Don't you?

Starting from Iron Man, and going all the way to Endgame, with all the appropriate stops in between. Let's take it from the top.

UNFINISHED: Skin Deep - Mystical_Magician. (Super cool premise, and super interesting to read! The dynamic here is very fun.)

A battle that should have finally killed Stephen instead launches him into a parallel universe. Exhausted from centuries as Sorcerer Supreme, he chooses instead to explore this new world in any animal form except human. Having hoped for peace at last, he can't stand to be looked up to, to be responsible for others, to have the world on his shoulders.

If he'd hoped to avoid excitement, however, he really should have stayed away when he noticed an enormous explosion and a falling metal suit of armor as he passed through Afghanistan.

UNFINISHED: The End of Infinity - FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls. (Self rec. Very long, very slow-burn. Canon-compliant Endgame fix-it. I’m trying so hard, lol.)

In 2023, the battle for the universe has been won. At a cost no one can forget, the fight is over—for all but one. Stephen Strange has an idea. An impossible idea spanning dimensions and timelines, life and death, and the lines of good and evil. But he's played impossible odds before—perhaps he never stopped.

All that Loki wanted was to fight, one last time, for the fate of his universe. So when he finds himself fighting for another, crashing into the past, he has a few intended words for the wizard that forced him there. But not before he finds a boy. Or, more accurately, before the boy finds him.

Peter Parker had been waiting for the next mission. He just doesn't expect it to come from the future, armed with a ridiculous story demanding a ridiculous quest. And he doesn't expect not to be able to tell Mr. Stark.

Tony Stark is trying to rebuild from the Civil War, knowing that someday, something will come that he needs to be ready for. And he doesn't know it yet, but two universes are trying to rebuild around him, and that something is already here.

Seven Stones. Five dead. Two universes. And one impossible quest to tie it all back together.

UNFINISHED: Sunrise in Exile - Ragdoll (Keshka). (Another fandom favorite! And for good reason. This is really really good!) 

Tony does the math and realizes their best chance to save the universe is by... not confronting Thanos on his own turf.

So he steals a wizard and a spider and a space ship. And he runs.

(Three humans and an A.I in space, the alien friendships they make along the way, and discovering how science and magic might coexist in a universe where they can be one and the same.)

Shorter plotty ones: 

Out of Suffering - Mystical_Magician. (So this author??? THIS AUTHOR??? Very very good, much yes, very good.) 

Stephen Strange does not like people, but 14,000,605 lifetimes of fighting and dying alongside this small group have worn down his walls. He likes them, gods help him. He might even consider them friends. It’s really for the best that they all go their separate ways once Thanos has been defeated. In their eyes, he’s barely even an acquaintance.

Now if only Tony and Peter would stop surprising him.

moros - spookykingdomstarlight. (Almost got a spot in the angst section. Very good). 

There were fourteen million universes Stephen had birthed into existence and let die and, in far more than he cared to count, the visitor standing before him had become something… dear.

Shaking is Caring - mariadperiad20. (This is just STUNNING. Highly loved.)

5 times Stephen's hands would shake, +1 time they didn't.

It's Kinda Chalky - DestielsDestiny. (This one’s pretty short, but definitely worth it.) 

You can live an entire lifetime by looking into someone’s eyes. His sister used to say that all the time. Stephen never gave it much thought back then. These days, he can think of little else.

Something Magic - Imagined. (Beautiful!)

There is only ever one rule that matters:

do not fall in love with the enemy.

An Idiotic Theory - FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls. (Self rec! I tried to be funny.)

His wizard has been cursed, again, and Tony's already used up his luck for the day.

(Stephen says it's not a curse. He says Tony's whole daily-allotted karma-based luck theory has minimal merit, citing the fact that Tony had come up with it while he was drunk.)

Tony really should have saved his miracle.

Love Through Time - babywarg (morphaileffect). (I love this one. It sticks with you.) 

Tony discovers an old drawing of, and finally remembers, his invisible friend Stephen from when he was a child.

Alternates - doobler. (Super cool!)

After being punked by a lowbrow magician, Stephen finds himself falling through doors to otherwordly dimensions. How will he ever get home?

132 - 28ghosts. (Soulmate AU! Very fun, incorporates Stephen’s time-loop with Dormammu.)

Ninety-nine point eight percent of humans have a soulmate mark that tells them the age their soulmate will be when they meet them. Tony Stark has a mark. It's just that his is...different than most people's.

(Or: six people who aren't Tony Stark's soulmate, and one who is.)

and when the world falls (I will fall with it) - HeavenChild. (Another multichap soulmate AU. Absolutely lovely.)

Tony will give anything to those he loves.

People will take everything he gives before leaving him in shambles.

Rhodhey, Pepper and Vision have had enough.

Or the five times Tony had his heart broken and the one time he didn't.

i saw the end of the world - JumpToConclusions. (Why has no one read this fic??? It’s so good!!! Stephen knows the future since he saw it on Titan, and things grow more complex from there.)

Tony and Strange are trying to make this work, this being remaking The Avengers. ...And maybe they'll stumble into something else along the way.

Tiresome heart, forever living and dying - Mystical_Magician. (R e a d  t h i s  p l e a s e. The mythology is so cool and the symbolism is so beautiful and the prose is so satisfying. One of my absolute faves.) 

As a fledgling crane, Stephen was too curious for his own good, and it was this curiosity that led to Eugene Strange finding and stealing away his feather robe. Trapped in human form, cruelly forged into the perfect son, not even his father's death freed him when his robe was so well hidden. He only managed to break his father's mold after breaking completely in the aftermath of his accident, and slowly gluing those broken pieces back together at Kamar-Taj, but not even magic could find what had been hidden. Enter Tony, after the defeat of Thanos.

Fluffy ones:

From The Outside - Live. (Hilarious.) 

Being a sentient life-form surrounded by humanity can be hard. Especially when said humans just can't admit their feelings for each other.

Sleeping Iron Man - Golden_Asp. (Another fun one. Perfect balance of ridiculousness with a touch of angst to make it interesting.) 

Stephen Strange stared at the Avengers on his doorstep, Tony Stark flung over Steve Rogers' shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "He touched something, didn't he?" "Yuup." or The one where Tony touches Sleeping Beauty's spindle, is put into an enchanted sleep, and everyone, even Rocket Raccoon, take their turn kissing him. But Tony only has one prince charming.

Doctor Ob(li)vious - lantia4ever. (One of my very favorites. So cute.) 

Stephen starts getting some weird looks from the Avengers, spanning across disturbed, confused and even scared all the way to curious. He dismisses it at first until weird turns into knowing.

And knowing turns into realizing...even if the scheming teenagers had to all but paint it on the walls for him to do so. Oh wait...

Applied Combinatorics in Two-Player Games - 28ghosts. (Short and fun and full of snark.)

After a battle, Tony Stark and Stephen Strange argue about games.

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“Chess is not a solved problem.”

“Has been since ‘97, Kasparov versus Deep Blue. Kasparov, 1; Deep Blue, 2; three draws.”

“Chess is a game, not a problem.”

The Courtship of Peter Parker's Father (Figures) - flyingonfeatherlesswings. (Peter plays matchmaker! Adorable.)

Peter couldn't stand to sit by while Tony and Stephen danced around each other any longer. Something had to be done.

Speaking Eyes - Vrishchika. (Not Steve Friendly. Tony is amazing in this. And Stephen is so fantastically dramatic.)

Tony has always had expressive eyes.

The Signs of Sleep Deprivation - FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls. (Another self-rec. <3)

"Tony said to put the potato in the dishwasher, so that's what I did."

Sometimes, Avengers just show up to say hi. Sometimes, they all show up at once, and Tony makes an party out of it. Sometimes, he invites the snarky, oblivious, somewhat insecure wizard because, and Peter quotes: "everyone else is coming".

Sometimes, something needs to be done.

Show Me Your Scars (And I'll Show You Mine) - Imagined. (Adorable. Lovely. Imagined does it again.)

The worst part is that Stephen keeps tucking his hands away, just as Tony wants to hold them. He keeps hiding them, surreptitiously, no matter what they’re doing. It’s only when Tony kisses Stephen, or hugs him, that he feels the hands settle on his back, uncertain, ready to pull back within seconds.

It only makes him want to cuddle up to Stephen even more, but he backs away, not sure if it’d be welcome.

Promise? Promise. - sharonscarters. (AU, kidfic, absolutely adorable.) 

A four year old Tony Stark runs away from home and finds his Guardian Angel.

What The Doctor Ordered - wakandan_wardog. (Post CW. Kind of not Rogues friendly? So fun, makes me smile. I re-read this one a lot.)

The Rogue Avengers are called back to New York because the heavy hitters are going to be needed against Thanos. Of course, there are some truths that Steve Rogers will need to accept sooner rather than later. Tony Stark has moved on and Stephen Strange will not suffer fools lightly.

Hurt/Comforty ones:

Among The Chaos of The Stars (You're My Safe Harbour) - ShootMeDead. (Oh my vishanti. OH MY VISHANTI. So so so so SO good.) 

Stephen has always been able to hear the stars. Tony is the only one who can silence them.

each night like a white noise frequency - Phierie. (I ADORE THIS FIC. OKAY. I LOVE IT. READ IT.)

Stephen is no stranger to making hard choices. He doesn’t regret his actions on Titan, but months later they weigh on his mind heavier than ever; the cracks begin to show.

Just An Accident - CucumbersInGold. (I really like fics with Stephen’s hands and the difficulties thereabout. Idk, just one of my favorite things. This is beautiful). 

Stephen's hands act up.

Learning, Unlearning - Caaaaaaas. (More character study than anything else. Really good.)

Whatever Stephen wanted with life, life just didn’t seem to know what to do with him.

In which Stephen learns and unlearns some very important lessons.

your eyes have their silence - doctortwelfth. (Oh look it’s another scars fic. I told you I liked them.) 

Tony is gentle with Stephen’s hands even when Stephen forgets to be.

Burning Lines Into The Snow - petroltogo. (Not very Steve friendly. Short and sweet.)

Post CW: It's not just the team that's so broken they are barely able to comprehend how many parts they're missing now, how many have been ripped and twisted and torn. It's Tony as well, right down to the core, the damage so far-reaching even he doesn't know how to fix it.

And then there's Strange, who has his own way of covering the cracks.

Old Bones - CJtheWeeb. (Owch. Dumb geniuses trying to be invulnerable.)

Sometimes Stephen Strange has great days, where he was nearly pain free and his hands still enough to where he could pick up a cup of water and barely spill a drop.

Today was not one of those days.

something taken, something new - meowrails. (So in-character. The premise was a little off to me, but I’m so glad I decided to read this one. I really really like this fic.)

The ChronicConnection implement and app allows a person that lives with chronic or illness-induced pain to transfer their burden temporarily to a willing loved one.

Tony and Stephen sign up as beta testers.

Angsty ones (happy ending unless otherwise mentioned):

day one - days4daisy. (THIS IS SO GOOD OKAY IF YOU READ NOTHING ELSE ON THIS LIST READ THIS).

Three days in Stark Tower. Stephen must be in bad shape if he just agreed to this.

His Merlin - babywarg (morphaileffect). (This author keeps showing up on this list because they are A LEGEND. A LEGEND I TELL YOU.) 

As a child, Tony imagined himself a Knight of the Round Table. Little did he know he would grow up to be a king. And that he would have a wizard by his side to lead him to either glory or destruction.

there is no heart for me like yours - turtle_abyss. (Soulmate AU! Wonderful. <3)

Being able to feel your soulmate - a phantom touch, a bone-deep awareness - is a divine torture. To know, but not see. To seek, but not find. To feel someone holding your hand and not be able to hold theirs.

Grace - StrangeMischief. (*cries in beautiful fic* Happy ending!)

“Pain’s an old friend.” 

Us...Me - StrangeMischief. (This will hurt you. So melancholy. Pepper and Tony live their life, and Tony remembers. Not a happy ending.) 

“I don’t believe in happily ever after.” 

One-Thousand Cranes - FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls. (Self rec, sorry. Hopeful ending.) 

After it all, a man with shaking hands makes a wish.

courtesy - deathofglitter. (Dealing with the fourteen-million futures. So good.) 

Stark looked at him like he looked at the amulet that rested on his chest like a steady promise - dutiful, a bit burdened, and trying to hold a profound lack of personal emotion whatsoever, still personal enough to protect as anyone would a precious object.

La Douleur Exquise - BananasofThorns, StrangeMischief. (More pain. Pepper and Tony, and Stephen watching and trying not to wish. Very good, no happy ending.)

The before was easy. There were fewer boxes in their minds and no chains around their hearts. There was no hurt. No tears. No dreams.

But those days were long gone.

Stigmata - babywarg (morphaileffect). (AU! Soulmates again. Very interesting, beautifully done.)

Since Stephen was little, mysterious wounds have appeared and disappeared on his body, leaving mysterious scars. His mother says it's because he's one of a Pair, and he's absorbing pain meant for someone else.

*wipes brow* PHEW! That gotta a little more in-depth than I first intended... Have fun, my MysticIron friends. Happy quarantine. 

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[bapydemonprincess]

Maybe Hannamey for the domesticity meme? 💖💜

Yasss this pairing deserves more attention for sure! 💖💜

who cooks normally?: Hannah likely does most of the cooking, as no matter if demon or human I assume she'd be a master cook! Though maybe, juuust maybe she and Mey work on desserts and stuff for special occasions together. >w< (Think making pies and cookies for Christmas, and chocolate sweets for V-day, ect.!)

how often do they fight?: Rarely ever I'd assume! Mey Rin never likes getting into arguments with loved ones or in general, and Hannah may be a serious sort with a stubborn and strong mind, but she is soft for her girlfriend and definitely never likes to argue with her. They may differ in opinions on some certain topics, and may discuss it, but since both ladies are of the open minded sort, they listen to each other before rebutting or disagreeing, and if there is something they just can't agree on, they'd let it go and both think on more positive topics as quickly as possible!

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

I believe in modern verse, they both have good phones ready and depending on the circumstances will text updates to the other on occasion! In the canon era verse of Victorian times, though, I'd assume if they both now know of each others locations after getting together, they might enjoy sending love letters to one another. A classic move, especially for Sapphics of that time. uwu

nicknames for each other?: As seen in the Sebamey RP now that Hannah's there, she loves calling Mey "little flower" which I think would carry on in any verse, as well as "darling" and "dearest". And I think our Mey Mey would of course call Hannah "luv" and maybe "sweetie".

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Again likely Hannah! She likely handles most things in the relationship involving money and outings, especially when they are living together, because all around I can't see Mey at being the best with money, and managing it. She gets easily stressed out, and obviously it's a relief to have someone she can trust to handle those more complex things!

who steals the covers at night?: Mey of course! Her tinier body I assume gets colder faster!! And she likely suffers wild/bad dreams too and tosses and turns! TwT

what would they get each other for gifts?: They both try their best for simple, meaningful things. Hannah getting things like jewelry and dresses and flowers for Mey but nothing expensive, and Mey thinking of very pretty, artistic looking hand crafted things for Hannah but still thankfully not too high priced!

who remembers things?: Likely Hannah! I bet even as a human this woman has like a big DATABASE memory.. which is so awesome, especially to someone so scrambled and scatterbrained as poor Mey!

who cusses more?: Ooooo now, now dear readers this is a bit of a trick question... Because It really depends on the circumstances, doesn't it? 😌 I'd assume it we were thinking OVERALL.. Mey would curse more, for the dear smaller girl definitely is known to have a BURST of rage when something triggers her! But with Hannah.. She's more... refined, classier. She likely is too self conscious too to go off swearing as well, especially when she knows she's above that. >:3

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Well both girls are ladies of action!! And so of course both would react FAST! However, not exactly all the same. If Mey was hurt, Hannah would speedily instantly rush the girl off to get her fixed up, no dawdling what-so-ever! However if somehow Hannah was the one hurt, poor Mey might get into a bit of a tizzy and have a brain fart or too on what to do before finally getting to seeing to her love's wounds!

who kissed who first?: Hmmm I could see ways in which both girls could have the first kiss first in this pairing... 🤔 Maybe the most obvious would be Hannah being the one bold enough to move in and gently kiss the other girl.. But I can also see Hannah holding back, waiting for Mey Rin to choose to make the first move, but at least making sure the girl knows she's all for it!

who made the first move?:

Uh pretty much same exact answer for this. XD

who started the relationship?: I'd assume after whoever made the first move and/or kiss, they both decide together to start the relationship! 🥰💖💜

#Domesticity headcanons #ship headcanons #Hannamey #Hannahmey #hannah annafellows #Mey Rin #Thanks for the ask dear!! #grelleswife

[missdaviswrites]

20--Gifts

Mrs. Hudson had lived a life of far too much risk. Sherlock should have known better than to ask her for advice about John. But he hadn't heard anything more from The Woman, and he was desperate. Just not desperate enough to follow Mrs. Hudson's recommendation that he simply tell John what he felt. Instead, he put on his third best suit and called up to John that he was ready to go to the Christmas party.

They left Rosie with Mrs. Hudson and headed out to Scotland Yard. John had abandoned his Christmas jumpers this year in favor of a well-fitted blazer, and was carrying two bags for the gift exchange.

"Are they doing gag gifts this year?"

"No, real ones, with a twenty-five-pound limit."

"What did we get?" Sherlock wrinkled his nose, looking at the bags John held. One was heavier than the other. "Candles, and—"

"Chocolates."

"Boring and cliché."

"You could have gone shopping yourself," John said.

"Mm." He could have, but he didn't care to. He held up his hand for a cab, then climbed in after John.

The party was not enjoyable. Few parties were, but at least he was with John. Sherlock sipped at a glass of punch and followed him around, wishing cops were better at baking. There were platters of store-bought mince pies and biscuits and little else. Molly was here, but even she hadn't bothered to make anything from scratch.

Eventually it was time for the gift exchange. They dragged chairs around a table where all of the gifts had been anonymously deposited. Lestrade got everyone's attention so he could explain the rules to them.

"Rules? What rules?" Sherlock asked. "We bring a gift, we take a gift. It couldn't be any simpler."

"No, that's not how it works. The first person picks a gift and unwraps it. The next person can choose to steal that gift or pick a new one that's still wrapped."

"The police are advocating stealing now?"

Lestrade sighed and emptied his beer bottle—he'd had a few already. "I'll go first, then we'll just move around the circle." He reached for one of the bags that John had brought.

"No, not that one, Lestrade. Those are candles—you'd rather have one of those bottles of wine." Sherlock pointed to the tall gift bags in the center of the table. "The candles are more to Donovan's taste."

"Sherlock, you're not supposed to give away what the gifts are!"

Sherlock shrugged. "The wine bottles are obvious, and if you weren't on your fourth beer already, you would be able to smell the candles."

Lestrade shook his head and opened the bag anyway, pulling out a set of...three candles, scented with pine, peppermint and gingerbread. "I like candles," he insisted.

Sherlock sighed and slumped in his chair. Two turns later, Donovan stole the candles from Lestrade and Lestrade ended up with a bottle of wine, but Sherlock was too bored to gloat.

When it was his turn to choose a gift, Sherlock reached for the other gift bag that John had brought to the party.

"You can't pick that one," Anderson objected. "That's the one you brought!"

"No, it's not. John brought it."

"Yeah, but you know what it is already."

"Do you really think I went shopping with him, or paid a bit of attention to what he got? And anyway, I know what nearly all of these gifts are." He sat back down, cradling the bag, knowing that John would have spent the full amount on quality chocolate rather than going for a larger quantity of the cheap stuff. "It's your turn, John."

John picked up one of the packages that was left. A large box, nearly square, obviously contributed by Molly, but without being able to pick it up to test the weight and heft of it, Sherlock couldn't be sure what it contained.

"No guesses, Sherlock?" Lestrade asked.

Sherlock frowned. "Um, something practical."

John tore off the paper and lifted the box so everyone could see. "It's a foot bath."

"A foot bath?" Sherlock scowled.

"I have one myself," Molly said. "It massages your feet, and will heat the water up and keep it warm for you, and you can add bath salts to it if you want. It's really brilliant after a long day at work."

John turned the box around, reading the description on the sides. "It does sound lovely, Molly. It must have cost more than twenty-five pounds, though."

"No, it didn't. I got it on sale after Christmas last year." She gave a nervous giggle. "Because I knew we'd be doing this again this year."

"Ah, very smart. Thank you, Molly."

"What do you need that for?" Lestrade leaned towards John. "You have Sherlock, if you need your feet massaged."

John gave him a tight smile and cut his eyes sideways to Sherlock.

Sherlock tried not to react; hopefully everyone was too drunk to see how much he wanted to put his hands on John right now, although his feet weren't the first part of his body that he'd like to touch.

"Aw, Sherlock, come on! Can't you give the poor man a foot rub now and then?" Lestrade waved his bottle of beer in Sherlock's direction, laughing, then sat up straight again. "Okay, who's up next? Anderson. There's only one gift left, and Sherlock has deduced it's a bottle of wine. You want to trade for something someone else already has?"

"Hmm, well." Anderson put his hand on his chin and made a show of surveying everyone seated around the table. "I would use the foot bath, but I won't steal that from you, John, since it seems that Sherlock is shirking his duty."

"My duty? To rub his feet? "

"Yes. You know." Anderson made some sort of incomprehensible hand motion between him and John. "But I do like chocolate." He put his hand out towards Sherlock, beckoning for his gift bag.

"You can't take the chocolates. There could be nuts in them. Your daughter has a nut allergy, and you have her for Christmas Day this year. What would your ex do if she found out?"

"I could eat them all myself before Christmas," Anderson grumbled, but picked up the bag with the last bottle of wine in it, instead.

"Okay, thank you everyone!" Lestrade clapped his hands together once. "That was lots of fun. I'll be sure to drink my wine before the new year, so I can start January with my usual resolutions."

Everyone else laughed at Lestrade's sorry joke and began to gather up their gifts. Sherlock stood up, hoping to make a quick escape.

Rather than cooperating with his desire for a fast getaway, John started to help move the chairs back to where they belonged.

Sherlock stood watching him for a moment, distracted enough that he was ambushed by Molly.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry about that."

"Sorry about what?"

"My gift. I didn't mean for John to—I thought one of the patrol officers who were on their feet all day might like it."

"Nothing to apologize for, Molly." He peered past her, trying to see if John was ready to leave yet.

"I know, it's just.... They shouldn't have—" She looked up at him without finishing her sentence.

Sherlock pursed his lips, then nodded. "No, they shouldn't have," he said. "But it doesn't matter. Neither John nor I care much about what other people say, you should know that by now." He lifted his chin and turned away from Molly, pretending that what he said to her was true.

--read all the ficlets here: Put a Little Love in Your Heart

#2020 advent ficlet challenge #johnlock #soon! #sorry it's long but i really hate read more cuts #also i'm rushing the plotline #sorry!

[daisukissed]

【 Okay, Gamer 】

❧ pairing: kozume kenma x gn!reader, slight kuroo x reader if you squint hard enough

❧ synopsis: who would've thought you'd meet the love of your life through fortnite?

❧ genres: fluff, e2l (the enemy phase being 5 seconds lMFAO), one-shot

❧ warnings: guns, shootings, violence all the stuff you do in a battle royale if that needs a warning???? oh, and cursing.

❧ word count: 2k-ish

❧ a/n: purely self indulgent hehe the things i'd do to game with this guy 🥴

Your fingers move swiftly across your controller, pressing the combinations of buttons that have been ingrained in your brain from muscle memory. Your eyes shift from left to right, focusing solely on the screen of your TV as you scan the large platform for the person who shot you earlier.

Gaining another shot from the right, you immediately toggle your left stick towards the sound of the gunshot, aiming for the pink haired player not far from you.

"SHIT!" You throw your controller out of frustration, seeing it bounce a few times on your bed before making its way onto the floor with a large thud.

"I'm knocked down by the tree, the enemy's literally at 15 health." You groaned through the microphone, picking up the controller back up as you hear a soft hum in reply.

You could see your partner making his way towards you, building up floors and ramps skillfully as he avoid the shots made by the other player earlier.

It doesn't take much time for your teammate to kill off the female character, various items of different colors dropping from her death to which he gathers immediately.

"Oh my God, you're really out here looting and healing first when your teammate is literally seconds away from dying?!" You yell, feeling more and more frustration pile up as you see your health bar becoming shorter and shorter.

"It's your fault that you got knocked down."

Your grip on the controller got tighter than before as you take a deep breath, holding in all the numerous curses plagued on your mind as of now.

"Username 'applepi', I swear to God if you don't get your ass back here and revive me, I'll come and haunt you in real life."

You hear a exasperated sigh from the other side of the call before seeing a purple and black skeleton running his way to the tree you're currently residing in.

The rest of the game went out just as bad as the start of it. He would fire shots aimlessly and pointlessly to attract enemies nearby, solely because he knows it'll piss you off. Of course, you can't just back down from his childish antics so you pay him back by following him everywhere and anywhere, stealing any weapons and materials he got on his sight.

"Hey, there's someone coming over towards your left."

"You already did that trick, try again next time."

"No, I'm serious-"

Bam!

And he's down.

"What the fuck?"

You couldn't help but obnoxiously snort at the sight of your teammate falling down to his knees, only being able to crawl and nothing else as he watches his health bar dwindling into nothing.

"Pfft- See! I-I fucking t-told you but you wouldn't even l-listen!" You stammer in laughter, clutching your stomach in pain. Tears are starting to form in the uppermost corner of your eye, your cheeks beginning to feel sore and chest heaving up and down uncontrollably.

"Shut up and revive me." The player behind your laughter said in an unamused tone. You could hear the aggravation behind his sighs, the sound of what seemed like a device or some sort being put down forcefully followed behind, leaving you in fits of blissful giggles.

Oh, how sweet that karma is by your side.

Top 3.

That's all it takes for the endless banter between you two to cease.

Your body is tense, not wanting to move a single inch from your spot, afraid that it'll wreck the whole game if you put any attention to anything else besides the ongoing match. Your hands are clammy, layered with sheets of sweat between your palm and the black controller you're gripping at, holding it tight as if it's your only hope in winning the game.

You rapidly toggle the small joystick, trying to aim for the player in front of you as you furiously press buttons to shoot and evade at the same time, taking a few shots in the process.

Pressing the R2 button a few more times, you finally knocked your enemy down, shooting them in the head to truly end them.

The green health bar located on the bottom side of your television has about a quarter of it left, causing you to move away from the enemy's sight, searching for a secluded place to refuge in.

Switching your shotgun into a red and white bandage, you heal yourself up, anxiously waiting for the timer to count down to zero to finish healing, hoping that no one comes to ambush you in the meantime.

Your heart thumps against your chest, caused by the surge of adrenaline through your body.

The timer ticks down to six when you get shot, all your remaining health diminishing in one go along with your energy and enthusiasm.

You see your shooter immediately make his way to your teammate, greedy for kills, leaving you to watch your character slowly die in all fours. You think it's a stupid mistake that they didn't finish you off but you're thankful for the chance given.

"Applepi, revive me!" You order frantically, your hope of winning the game slowly decreases as you see your fellow teammate's health at half, the sight of him frantically moving backwards to create distance between his two opponent tells you that he's having a hard time.

"We'll both die before I have the chance to revive you."

An aggravated sigh left your chapped lips as you watch one of the players close in on him.

"Well, you can't beat two players all on your-"

Before you can finish your sentence, soft party music suddenly booms from your speakers, a large blue banner with the writing 'Victory Royale' displaying on your screen. It is as if the gods above and he himself are playing with you, proving you wrong before you could even try.

"What did you say?" The male asks in fake innocence and you might be dreaming but you think that you can hear the slight smile in his husky voice.

You let out a small groan as the game cuts off to its loading screen, the voice chat between you and the quiet male ending.

Trying to fight off the disappointment growing in your heart, you take off your blue headphones, finally setting your controller down after what seems like hours.

Blinking the tiredness of your strained eyes, you give the in game menu a final scan.

As if all the negative emotions that you felt were never there, you hold back a smile, feeling a budding hope when you make out the words in front of you.

Applepi sent you a friend request!

You learned a lot of new things about your new friend.

You learned that his real name is Kozume Kenma, he's a year older than you and goes to Nekoma High, the school a few stops before yours.

You learned that he has blonde hair and ebony roots, along with gold slit eyes and small pupils that makes him resemble a cat.

You also learned that he uses the username 'applepi' because he loves apple pies, he's a quiet person in general, not just in game but in texts as well. Sometimes he surprises you, getting chatty and affectionate at rare times.

You screech out his name, the boy being mentioned having to wince at the loud sound from his headphones. You run around the grassy platform, avoiding the player coming for you at all cost due to your lack of good weapons.

Kenma watches you for a while, contemplating whether he should just leave you or actually save you.

He opts for the latter, he always does.

Rushing in with a stronger weapon than yours, he jumps through bushes and cars, avoiding anything that seems to block him. Turning left from the rocky road, the blonde male immediately shoots at a purple character near yours, focusing on aiming at the small figure faraway.

"You suck, Y/N." He points out, controlling his skeleton-like character to run towards you after finishing the last blow.

"Yet you always play with me anyways." You argue.

You know you hit the mark when he doesn't give you any sort of response.

Your lips curl up into a soft smile as you hear the boy you grow more and more fond of talk about today's practice.

You don't know how or when it happened but the hectic calls while gaming are slowly replaced by a more ordinary and intimate one instead. Insults about the other party's skills turns to subtle compliments and childish banters turn into curious questions about one's life.

You would be lying if you said you didn't like the change.

"So this Hinata guy just spikes without even looking at the ball?" You ask intriguingly, genuinely interested at the dynamic duo he had been telling you about.

"Uh-huh, he's amazing."

You let out a small giggle at his response.

He doesn't notice but the tone of his voice always seems to change when he's talking about the things he's passionate about. Whether it be the new game he started playing or even volleyball, when he played an intense match. It's a minuscule change but you notice it anyways.

A slight click of the door opening followed by one or two footsteps can be heard from Kenma's room, a sly voice resonating throughout the walls.

"Ah, is that your Fortnite girlfriend you're calling again?"

You can vaguely recall the voice belonging to Kuroo Tetsurou, one of Kenma's teammate whom you shared a few conversations with before, much to the blonde's dismay. Feeling a slight cringe upon hearing the tall athlete's words, along with a hint of envy, you choose to stay quiet as they talk.

"It's not. Get out of my room, Kuroo." The cat-like male spit out, black eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

Kuroo's lips twitches up into a infuriating smirk, knowing full well of the ticking time bomb in front of him. He does as he was ordered to, stepping his foot out of his childhood friend's door.

Not before dealing a blow though.

"If you don't ask her out soon, I might just go and steal her, you know~?" The clever male goads before escaping out of the room.

Upon hearing those words, Kenma's mind goes into a havoc, his heart dropping down into his stomach.

He knows that you and Kuroo have been texting as well lately, the said man mentioning that he is in fact, quiet interested in you.

What are you bothered of anyways? People can get close to her however they'd like, he thinks, yet he feels all these negative emotions swirling around his head when he imagines you going out with the suave boy.

"Fortnite girlfriend?" You inquire, breaking his train of thoughts. You can't help the slight bitterness in your tone when you speak, though you're sure it goes unnoticed by the person you're speaking to.

"It's nothing, just ignore what he said."

Not satisfied with his answer, you push more, "Well, shouldn't you really ask her out? We can't let Kuroo be a step ahead of you, can't we?"

You try your hardest to play it as a joke, masking your jealousy with a cheerful and joking tone.

It is exactly this that gives Kenma the final push, giving him the last ounce of courage and guts that are needed to say his next line.

"Then Y/N, would you like to go to the cat café I mentioned about together this Saturday?"

Your mind short circuits, incompetent to form words and your eyes widen by a tenfold. To say that you are shocked would be an understatement

You can hear Kenma beginning to take back his words, scared that he's putting you in a difficult place or making you feel uncomfortable but before he can finish his words, you cut him off with a stuttered and loud 'yes!'

The Pudding Head smiles slightly at your agreement and before arranging his plans with you, he opens the messaging app on his phone, immediately texting the number one contact.

Kozume Kenma

I did it.

Kuroo Tetsurou

Took you long enough.

#haikyuu imagines #kenma x reader #haikyuu #kuroo x reader #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kenma imagines #kuroo imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fics #i had to edit and proofread twice bcs tumblr didnt save my draft #so if this flops #i'm gonna SOB

[onyxiana-is-obsessed]

Sweet Like Chocolates | Shouta Aizawa x Reader

AN: Hello! This is another sever collab I did, I’m late to this one, however. My apologies. May’s prompt was desserts, so here’s my take on it. Length: 3k Warnings: Some suggestive themes, no detail.

Main Master list - Go check out what everyone else did!

Summary: You’ve been craving sweets recently but you don’t want to just buy them. So, why not make some with your husband?

Tags: @peachy-yabbay​ @shiggi-trash​ @boku-no-dumbass​ @happynoodle​ @neon-tries-writing​

Full Name: (f/n) Aizawa Quirk: (y/q) Age: 28 Hero Name: (h/n)

“NO!” Shouta’s tired eyes shot open and he abruptly sat up. He was positive he heard a loud scream and his head snapped to the door. Within seconds, he threw his blanket off and bolted out of the door and down the stairs where he’d heard the cry.

“(f/n)?!” He froze as his eyes widened at the sight. You were on the floor with a bunch of ingredients such as flour, baking powder, sugar, and candy strew about the floor.

“O-Oh! Hey, Sho!” You greeted him with a smile as he sighed in relief and came to help you up.

“What are you doing, kitty?” He inquired quietly, looking at the dining table which was filled with all sorts of ingredients. You smiled up at him as you stood up. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you gave him a tight hug, which he returned before you both pulled away to pick up the ingredients off the floor.

“Well! I was craving sweets and I wanted to bake some stuff!”

“Some?” He repeated, raising a brow, making you sheepishly giggle. You placed the items you’d picked up on the table and looked at him, sheepishly.

“Ok, so I went a little overboard! But! Why don’t we bake this stuff together?” You asked, with a hopeful smile. Shouta sighed as a small smile made its way up to his lips. It was really hard to deny you when you looked the way you did. Damn you.

“Yeah, sure. Sounds fun.” You let out a little squeal and ran at your husband, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He let out a little laugh and caught you, letting you repeatedly press kisses onto his face. “O-ok calm down, kitty!”

You pulled away with a big smile before jumping down and giving him a wide smile. He couldn’t help but feel a little sad at the warmth that you took away with you, however, it was soon replaced by the warmth in his heart. That look on your face made him so happy, so proud, and so good about himself. Knowing he was the reason for that giant smile on your face was the best feeling in the world.

“Yay! I love you so much!” He laughed and walked past you to the ingredients.

“I love you too. Now, what are we starting with? What do you have?”

“Well! I was thinking of baking some stuff!”

“Like cupcakes?” You shook your head with a giggle as you stood next to him.

“We’re going a little bit further than that. We’re gonna make more complicated desserts.”

“More complicated? I’m not sure we’re qualified to do that. I don’t know the first thing about baking.” Shouta explained as he leaned on the table, looking at you.

“Don’t worry, I don’t either! We’ll be using recipes! It’ll be fun, come on!” You chirped, taking his hands. Again, he just couldn’t deny or refuse you, so he only nodded.

“If it makes you happy, kitty.” He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. You giggled and tugged on his arms a little, leading him to the kitchen where your laptop was already prepared with the first recipe. Tiramisu.

“I bought everything for all the desserts I want to make. Hence the extra ingredients.” Shouta chuckled when he looked over at the dining table, which had a lot of ingredients already. He nodded and read the ingredients needed for this dessert.

“Let’s see… we need strong espresso, Grand Marnier, ladyfingers, mascarpone, rum, eggs, sugar, heavy cream, vanilla extract, salt, and unsweetened cocoa powder… th-that’s a lot.” He murmured at the end, while you’d started gathering the required ingredients.

“The cooking process is worse,” you scrolled down and pointed at the section, “see? This is it.”

“What the hell is a ladyfinger?” His tone made you giggle and you pat his arm.

“It’s like a finger-shaped cookie/cake thingie. Let’s see, it’s four layers each component is layered twice.” You both grabbed the ingredients and started to put them together, following every last step.

As Shouta was mixing up the whipped cream, he smirked a little as he saw your unsuspecting figure grabbing the rum. You wanted to make sure you wouldn’t go overboard, however, you should’ve been paying attention.

Your husband came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him. You giggled and turned, only to have some whipped cream be smeared on your cheek and lips.

“Oops.” He said, making your eyes widen. After a moment you giggled, placing the bottle of rum down and grabbing some flour and throwing it at Shouta.

“Two can play at that game, Sho!” You giggled as the two of you started tossing ingredients at each other. You squealed as he smeared some frosting on your lips and pulled you in close, pressing his lips against yours and stealing it back.

“I knew you were delicious.” Your cheeks turned a bright red and you immediately shied away. Even after almost three years of being married, you two would still get overly flustered at certain comments. You only leaned up and kissed him again before the two of you finished up making the first dessert.

***

“It looks-”

“Awful.” Shouta finished as the two of you stared at the small plate with the tiramisu on it. It looked fine, not exactly how it looked in any of the pictures, but you were hoping it would taste great. “Let’s let it chill while we make the others.” You put the tiramisu into the large fridge as you two moved onto the next dessert.

“Umm, how about the fudge? Another no-bake treat. It doesn’t look like we need much for it either,” you suggest, pointing to your computer screen. Shouta nodded and started gathering the ingredients you needed. “We need chocolate chips, butter, chopped walnuts, and sweetened condensed milk.”

You found the saucepan while Shouta turned on the stove and helped you add in all the ingredients. You stirred it with a rubber spatula until everything had melted and was evenly mixed in. While you were doing that, Shouta found another baking dish and lined it up with parchment paper. Once you were sure everything was good, you picked up the saucepan and walked over to the counter and carefully poured the fudge into it. Shouta used the rubber spatula to smooth it out while you placed the saucepan in the sink.

Once it was smoothed out, he walked back to the fridge and carefully placed the dish inside. This would be ready in three hours while the tiramisu needed an entire night. You still had plenty on the list so even though you were excited to taste the treat, you’d probably long forget it until it was ready.

“What’s next, kitty?” Shouta asked, leaning on the counter as you looked through the numerous recipe tabs you had open. “Just bookmark these, why do you have so many open?”

“Well, that’s too much work.”

“Well, that bothers me.” He huffed, placing his chin on the top of your head as he looked down at your screen. You two looked through the tabs before he made you stop and pointed to one of them. “What about that?  Cheesecake.”

“Oh, that sounds fun!” With that, you two started to gather the ingredients first. “We’ll need cream cheese, eggs, sugar, sour cream, vanilla, and salt. Apparently, we’re skipping the water bath in this recipe.”

“Oh great, it’s such an annoying process.” You smiled and looked at him.

“You know what that is? What is it?” He shook his head.

“I don’t, any extra work is an annoying process.” You giggled, shaking your head as you read out the small recipe. “Oh, you bought crusts too?” You nodded, without looking at him, scrolling down on your screen.

“Yeah, I thought we could use it for pies and stuff. If these turn out good, we can give them to our friends.”

“If.”

“Ye have little faith.”

“We’re heroes, not bakers, kitty. I have no faith.” You scoffed with a wide smile and tried to hold back your laughter.

“Ok, be like that.” You read out a couple of lines of the recipe as your husband listened intently. “Keep the cream cheese at room temperature. Be easy with the eggs, it says to scramble the eggs before adding it to the batter.

Shouta cracked the eggs in another bowl and gently scrambled them and put them to the side as you two began to work on the rest of the batter. You carefully mixed everything together then added in the eggs, being mindful of not over-beating the batter. While Shouta was working on the batter, you got the crust ready for him, helping him pour it in too.

Once that was done, you two placed it into the oven and put the timer on. Meanwhile, you two took a small break, already feeling tired from making the three desserts. You sat on the counter while Shouta stood in between your legs as you two talked about dinner.

“We’ll have plenty to eat after we’re done with all of these.” You said, gesturing to the ingredients sitting around you.

“Yeah, but we’re not only going to be eating desserts for the next week, do you know how unhealthy these are?” You pouted and pushed his hair back, putting your arms on his shoulders. You gently grabbed a lock of his hair, twisting it around your fingers.

“Sho.”

“(f/n).”

“Come on!”

“Absolutely not. You’ll eat too much dessert, then you’ll get sick and throw up, then you’ll never want to eat the desserts again. Let’s save ourselves all the trouble. Desserts are for after dinner.” You stuck out your bottom lip, which made him chuckle as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.

You closed your eyes and responded immediately, tightening your arms around him. He tugged you closer, his large, warm hands wandering around your waist and hips, before dragging down your thigh.

You sighed in content at the sensation and the kiss quickly became a bit more heated. His hands slid under your shirt, quickly moving around and caressing your soft skin. Your mind went blank as the butterflies filled your stomach. Kisses like these were almost dizzying, good thing you were sitting down. However, you two were interrupted when your alarm went off, making you pull away and giggle sheepishly. Had it been that long already? You really did end up losing track of time while kissing your husband. 

“Perfect timing,” Shouta said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the oven mitts. He opened the oven door and carefully took out the cheesecake and placed it on the stove.

“Ok, so while that cools, why don’t we start making the chocolate?”

“Sure, but why are we making chocolates when we have those chocolate melts?” You shrugged as you hopped off the counter and reached for your laptop, finding the recipe.

“Why not?” Shouta shook his head and took his hair down from the ponytail before readjusting it. Your (e/c) eyes watched him with a smile.

“You look so good like that.” Your words made him smirk as he looked towards you.

“Thank you, kitty.” Your heart skipped a few beats as you shied away, looking back at the screen in front of you. Shouta had other ideas while you were distracted grabbing the ingredients to make the chocolate.

You mumbled the names of the ingredients as you pulled them to the sides, noting down the amounts you’d need. Meanwhile, Shouta came up behind you, leaning on the counter with his arms on either side. He bent forward a little to read what was on your screen and it didn’t really bother you at first. You’d been married for a while, so you were used to stuff like this to an extent. However, Shouta was a tease… so he chose to tease you and it always worked.

“Whatcha reading?” He asked, whispering into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“The recipe?” You said, with a light giggle. He leaned further onto you, pressing your chest against the counter. One of his hands came down to massage your thigh, while his lips trailed from your cheek to your shoulder. For a moment, you closed your eyes and leaned back into him as his lips moved to your neck. His warmth seeped into you, making you crave more of it.

It took a few seconds, but you inhaled sharply and gently pushed him away, making him chuckle a little.

“Playing hard to get, kitty?” You scoff and shake your head at his words, looking at him, with slightly red cheeks.

“We’re baking desserts right now, we can do this later.” He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss.

“Well the only dessert I want is…” His voice trailed off as his eyes moved up and down your form, before he walked away, making your heart almost leap out of your chest. Damn.

***

“Ok, so we can add the whole milk in a second. Do you have the cocoa powder ready?” Shouta asked, making you nod and point to the said ingredient. Shouta was just waiting for the water to simmer while you had made a paste out of the cocoa powder and butter. “Ok, it’s ready.” You added the mixture to the water and Shouta stirred it, waiting for it to simmer again.

You’d already prepared all the molds and the separate bowl that you would’ve needed. Once the heated mixture was transferred, you added in the sugar and salt. After, Shouta stirred the mixture while you slowly added in the milk, so it wouldn’t create any clumps.

“I think it’s good,” Shouta started as he licked the chocolate that had gotten on his fingers. You reached into the bowl and dunked your fingers in, before lickin it off. “Why didn’t you use the whisk? It had plenty of chocolate on it.” You giggled and shrugged.

“It tastes delicious, Sho! Time to add them into the molds!” You’d gotten a few cute shaped molds and you had your strawberries ready too. 

Using a spoon, you poured the chocolate into the molds while Shouta got your strawberries and dunked them into the chocolate. He placed them on a separate pan with parchment paper on it to keep the strawberries from sticking. 

“Those look good!” You said, while looking down at the strawberries. You had quite a bit, more than you thought you would but was that really an issue? Shouta placed them neatly onto the tray and then into the fridge.

“Now that this is all done,” Shouta said, wrapping his arms around you once again and pulling you close. “Time for dinner. We can make more of these later.”

“Or! How about this. You make dinner and I’ll continue making the desserts!” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, he knew full well he couldn’t deny you. Well, as long as the main task was getting completed, he didn’t care. He only nodded and kissed your head.

“Fine. What do you want?”

“Hmm, how about (favorite food)!” Shouta nodded and moved away to gather the required ingredients, while you started on the next dessert item you wanted to make.

***

“You think they’re done yet?” You asked as you finished up the last bite of your dinner. Your husband gathered your dishes and walked into the kitchen with you following behind him with the glasses.

“I’m sure some of them are, check. But please be careful, you don’t want anything to fall out.” You cautiously opened the fridge door and peeked inside to see your desserts chilling well. You reached in and pulled out the tray with the chocolate covered strawberries on it.

“They look so good!” You placed the tray on the counter while Shouta helped pull out the rest of the desserts. Some, however, needed to remain in the fridge, so you were trying those tomorrow.

“They do, but we have so many.”

“We can just give them to our friends!” You suggested as you picked up one of the strawberries and held it out to Shouta. “Bite.”

“Shouldn’t you be eating these first? You’re the one so excited for it.” You shook your head, keeping your hand right where it was.

“You first, babe.” He smiled softly as he leaned in and bit down on the strawberry, leaving half of it for you. You quickly ate the rest and smiled brightly at him. “They’re delicious!”

“They are, I really like these.” He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close as the two of you started to taste some of the desserts you’d made, which was a lot. You’d made tiramisu, fudge, a cheesecake, chocolate covered strawberries, an ice cream cake, a blueberry pie, a couple of cupcakes, and halo-halo. You really had no choice but to give some to your friends because you two would never be able to finish these.

“This was fun,” you said, looking up at your husband. “We should do it again.”

“Yeah, but not for a while. We still have to get rid of these. Now.” He turned to you, picking you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. You squealed a little at the action and quickly grabbed onto him to keep yourself from falling. “How about my dessert?” His seductive voice immediately brought a blush to your cheeks as his face got closer to yours. Your lips pressed together in a soft, loving kiss. Your arms tightened around him as your body grew warm.

“Shouta…” You whispered as he walked you both to your bedroom and dropped you on the bed.

“You’re sweet... just like chocolate.” He whispered, kissing your lips once more before they trailed down your cheek and onto your neck. 

“Well that’s because I just had some.” You giggled, making him pull away and glare slightly.

“Stop ruining the mood, (f/n)!”

#mha #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #my hero academia #mha shouta #shouta aizawa #bnha shouta aizawa #bnha eraserhead #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x you

[dorksndisasters]

Session 7

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Hello! We’re back! I took an accidental week off lmao, I was away up the hills without my laptop

 So the patreon (scmalarky.patreon.com) is uhhhh now three sessions ahead! So that’s fun.

 Ophi’s player wasn’t feeling great this time so she ducked out, but the others still got some plot in!

##

They tie Aelfswild up with rope, and set off along the road back to the Citadel.

“Do you think there’ll be a reward?” Carric asks, tugging the rope that binds Aelfswild.

He glares at her as he stumbles to catch up.

“I think it’s called clearing our names,” Marask replies. “Well, Ophi and Uriel’s.”

“And Siana’s,” Ophi says. “Wherever she went.”

“Maybe back to the glyph guild or... wherever it was she goes.” Marask shrugs. “But if she’s been caught by other guards, then this should help.”

“Right. And if it doesn’t, we can kill them?” Uriel asks.

As Marask lets out a shocked, exasperated cry of “No!”, Setareh laughs behind them.

Uriel sighs.

#

There’s a steady flow of traffic at the gate of the Citadel, but the group ignore the line of carts and stride straight up to where Rarder is overseeing everything.

He grunts at them as he glances past, and then looks back. “Where did you come from?” He looks back at the guard post. “No one’s logged that you left.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Carric pats his arm. “Oh, and hey-” She sorts through her bag and comes up with a small pouch of mushrooms. “These will help you.” She offers him them.

Rarder doesn’t take them right away. “Help me... with what?”

“With Haucey!” Carric says brightly. “In the bedroom, if you know what I mean.”

Marask snorts with laughter, and he isn’t the only one; some of the other guards have heard Carric and are sniggering quietly.

Rarder shoots the guards a glare. “We don’t take kindly to bribes around here,” he says clearly.

“Then think of it as a gift.” Carric balances the pouch on his arm and pats his shoulder as she walks past. “You’re welcome.”

Setareh tips Rarder a wink and a smirk as he saunters past, and Rarder rolls his eyes, carefully taking the pouch from his arm and stepping back to place it on the ledge beside the guard’s shelter.

“Try not to get involved in anything else illegal,” Rarder says to the group.

“No promises.” Marask shrugs.

“We’ll try not to be unfairly accused, though,” Ophi says.

“Enjoy your mushrooms!” Carric waves back.

Setareh turns on his heel and flicks him a jaunty salute.

They walk through the city with Aelfswild in tow, and all seems like it’s normal.

“Ophibwynn Hunzruae!”

She flinches as someone yells out her name. “... Yes?”

“Aldehrt sent me to find you.” A young human child comes running up. “He, um, he’d like you back home. At the inn. Please. He didn’t say please, but I thought we were supposed to be polite. It’s not a question, though. He seems mad.”

Ophi sighs. “Alright, alright.” She glances at the group. “I... guess I’ve got to go. Catch me up later, ok?”

“I thought you took the night off?” Carric asks.

Ophi laughs and shrugs. “I... may have forgotten to tell Aldehrt that.”

“Oops.”

Ophi shrugs and follows after the kid. “Bye!”

Setareh waves cheerily after her as the rest of the group continue walking.

They make it to Aewyth’s command centre without any more distractions, and Marask boots the door open and all but throws Aelfswild in ahead of him.

“We have the culprit!” he yells, and strides on towards Aewyth’s office.

There aren’t many guards around. Setareh peers into the large room on the right, but there’s only one person lying on a bed in there, and the faint smell of something being cooked in the kitchen beyond.

Carric knocks at the door to Aewyth’s office. “Hey, so we have the person that set us up,” she says, poking her head around the door.

“So I heard. Bring him in.” Aewyth looks up from the file on the desk in front of her.

The group troops in and pushes Aelfswild to stand in front of the desk.

Setareh sidles past them all and boosts himself to sit on the table against the wall, bringing one foot up to tuck under his knee, leaning back.

“So. This is your conspirator?” Aewyth ignores Setareh, looking Aelfswild up and down.

“Sure is.” Marask grins. “We found him out in the woods, at that camp where all the stolen stuff is.”

Aewyth nods slowly. “Who were you stealing it for?”

Aelfswild smirks. “Who said I was stealing it for anyone?”

“Uh, you did,” Carric says. “When you told us that someone had already paid for the item you wanted us to get.”

He tips his head in acknowledgement of her point, but doesn’t say anything more.

“But you admit that you asked this group to steal for you?”

“And you think that will clear their names?” Aelfswild laughs. “I may have asked them to, but they still had the choice. They agreed to steal it.”

“I mean yeah, but-” Carric starts.

Aewyth holds up her hand to halt Carric. “Be that as it may. Are you responsible for the missing Hanging?”

Aelfswild tilts his head to the side, looking down at Aewyth with an amused, dismissive look. “I will not betray my clients.”

“Hm.” Aewyth gets to her feet and strides to the door. “Haucey!”

“Captain.” Haucey steps out of the breakroom, a laughably small plate in her hands. “What can I do for you?”

“Take this man to the prison.” Aewyth gestures for Marask to bring Aelfswild out of her office. “He needs to be questioned.”

“Aye, Captain.” Haucey nods and sets the plate down just inside the breakroom, picking up a large mace and strapping it across her back instead.

She reaches out a large hand for the rope holding Aelfswild.

“Thank you.”

Aelfswild, as he follows Haucey from the building, gives the group a small wave and a knowing smile.

“The cells here don’t really cut it, do they?” Setareh asks, as Aewyth steps back inside her office.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” Aewyth asks him, with very little bite to her words.

Setareh laughs and slips to his feet. “I suppose that’s my cue, then.” He turns to the group and sweeps an extravagant bow. “It’s been a pleasure. If you ever have need of my services again, you can find me at the feet of the Stone Giant in the Highlamp District.”

Aewyth, hearing this, nods slightly as if she finally understands something.

“Ok, see you.”

The group let him pass, then turn back to Aewyth.

“I don’t... think I have anything more for you,” she says, sitting down.

“Oh, but about the arrests this morning...?” Carric asks.

“Oh - yes, of course. The charges against Uriel and Ophibwynn have been suspended.”

“And Siana,” Carric prompts. “She was with us, but I don’t know where she’s gone right now.”

Aewyth looks up. “Right. I’ll make sure she isn’t being held anywhere else in the Citadel.”

“Only suspended?” Marask asks. “But we brought you Aelfswild!”

“They were still spotted in the act, as it were,” Aewyth replies. “It relies on Aeneth dropping them.”

“Maybe I should talk with her,” Uriel says, a gleam in her eyes.

“No.”

“No, that’s a bad idea,” Carric says, at the same time as Marask.

Aewyth laughs. “Please don’t plan anything like that in front of me.”

“Right.” Marask tugs them towards the door. “Alright, let’s... go, I guess.”

They leave Aewyth’s office, and the building, and stand in the sunlight just outside as they decide what to do next.

“I suppose we could always-” Carric starts.

“Wait, what is that?” Marask asks, peering across the square.

There’s a small hooded figure huddled into the sides of buildings as they make their cautious way around, seemingly following Haucey as she takes Aelfswild away.

Marask shifts forms and flies across the square to land behind them. “Hey, buddy,” he says, loudly, clapping a hand down on their shoulder.

The figure cries out and stumbles away, and their hood falls down to reveal a kobold.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Nothin’!” The kobold squeals, turning away. “I’m tryna get home-” He tries to run.

Marask catches his hood and yanks him back so he can headbutt him into the sunlight.

The kobold shrieks and slaps his hands over his face, covering his eyes as he curls into a ball. There’s a clatter of knives as he hits the ground.

Marask tugs the kobold’s cloak off to reveal a bandolier of knives strapped across his body, most of them shaped and weighted for throwing.

Carric and Uriel join them, having jogged over.

“Who is this?” Carric asks. “Hey, who are you?” She attempts to cast a spell, and curses when it fails.

“Hey.” Marask crouches beside the kobold, who’s rolling back and forth in seeming agony. “Tell us what you’re doing, or – or I’ll set her on you.” He points at Uriel.

Uriel grins. “Can I cut off his fingers?” She starts to pick up a knife.

“Sure. If!” Marask holds out a hand to stop her starting right there. “If he doesn’t tell us what we want to know.”

Uriel pouts and the knife slips her grasp.

The kobold doesn’t respond to the threats.

Marask tuts and pulls the kobold into the shade. “Now. Tell us what you’re trying to do, pretty please.”

The kobold winces and looks up from between his fingers, blinking rapidly to adjust his eyes. “I have – I have to kill Aelfswild, he can’t let them know.”

“Alright.” Marask stands. “Thank you.”

Carric ties the kobold up and hoists him over her shoulder. “Let’s take him to see Aewyth.”

They troop back into the command post and into Aewyth’s office without bothering to knock.

“We found this kobold being shifty, and he says he’s here to kill Aelfswild,” Marask announces, as Carric drops her captive on the ground.

Aewyth looks up, startled. “What?”

“Yeah, just outside,” Marask says.

Uriel sways on her feet and leans back against the door.

“Oh shit, you don’t look so good.” Marask turns about and passes over two pies. “Here, this’ll help.”

Uriel sits down and starts to eat.

“Do you need one as well?” Marask offers Carric a pie.

She takes it, and puts it in her own bag.

Aewyth stands up and circles the desk, crouching down before the kobold. “What’s your name?”

“Driany,” the kobold mutters, avoiding looking at anyone.

“Wasn’t he – wasn't that the kobold from the Scriptorium?” Carric asks. “The one that disappeared after the Hanging was stolen.”

“Oh yeah!” Marask nods. “Guess he didn’t disappear so well, did he?”

Carric snorts.

“And you’re trying to- woah!” Aewyth jerks backwards as Driany manages to snap the ropes.

He has a knife in his hands, one that they missed before, and he’s plunging it without hesitation towards his own throat.

“Hey!” Marask slams into him, knocking the knife free from his grasp as the kobold hits the floor.

Uriel also kicks out at him, her foot connecting squarely with Driany’s side.

“What?” Marask glances at her.

Uriel shrugs and gets to her feet. “He was there.”

Carric, standing above Driany, splays her hands and closes her eyes. “There’s - there’s a strong spell on him,” she mutters. “A compulsion? He... has to kill Aelfswild.”

Driany hisses and scrabbles for his knife, unable to get anywhere with Marask all but on top of him.

“So give him Aelfswild,” Marask says.

“We can’t, I still need answers.” Aewyth shakes her head, picking up Driany’s knife.

His eyes settle on it and he licks his lips, baring his teeth.

“No - Carric.” Marask gestures at her hands with his head.

“Oh. Oh.” Carric’s eyes widen and she nods. “Hold on.” She presses her hands together and concentrates for a moment.

An image of Aelfswild appears and becomes solid, looking as real as anyone in the room.

Marask gets off Driany, and the kobold launches himself at the facsimile, tearing his way up it to bite straight into the jugular.

Aewyth winces and looks away as she gets to her feet.

As the facsimile drops to the floor, Driany falls free and hits the ground, and groans.

Marask hauls the facsimile out of the room just in time, as it disappears in his grasp. “Love that clean up job.”

“No, don’t lock me in the chair again, I don’t-” Driany shrieks, throwing his hands up in front of his face again, pushing back.

“Hey.” Aewyth nudges him with a foot. “No one’s chaining you anywhere.”

Driany gasps and looks up through the lattice of his fingers. “I don’t... where am I? Who are you?”

“I am Captain Aewyth, of the Citadel’s guards. I understand you work for the Scriptorium.”

“Y-yes. I was – Bondua recommended me for the job, said she knew there was an opening.”

“What happened when you got the job?”

“I was – I was told to pick something up in the black market, and when I was there, someone took me into a room, strapped me into a chair-” Driany cuts off with a whimper.

“Like brainwashed?” Marask asks. “That’s rough.”

“What did you see there?” Aewyth asks.

“Nothing, nothing.” Driany whimpers, covering his eyes again. “But I heard – there was a voice, a distorted voice and then everything went blank until – until the tapestry was gone and I didn’t know what was happening, so I hid! I ran and I hid but they found me, and-” He looks up. “They wanted me to kill someone.”

“Yes.” Aewyth leans back against her desk. “Fuck.”

“Is... everything alright?” Carric asks.

“Yes. I just... can’t be the one to help you with this, so you need to meet Setareh. He’ll take you to an old friend, I think.” She wrinkles her nose. “Don’t let him say ‘I told you so’.”

“Alright?” Marask frowns. “But...”

“I’ll deal with this.” Aewyth nods at Driany, who has curled into a ball and is sobbing quietly. “And the actual prisoners you released this morning.”

Uriel gets to her feet and shrugs. “If they were really bad, they wouldn’t have been so easy to break free.”

“Alright, we’re going.” Marask grabs Uriel and tugs her out the door.

#

They walk across the city, skirting the inner walls, to the Highlamp District. The Stone Giant is easy to spot, looming over the buildings as it does.

“Do you think it’s a real giant?” Carric asks. “I’ve never heard of one in this world.”

“Do you think if we stay in its shadow we stop aging?” Marask asks, eyeing the shadow that falls across the buildings.

“It’s that nothing grows in its shadow,” Setareh says. “It only applies to plants.” He’s standing between the giant’s feet.

“Hey!” Marask grins and leans in to kiss Setareh’s cheeks.

“I didn’t think to see you so soon.” Setareh responds in kind, and ushers the three of them across and down an alley to a small, shacklike building that’s hidden in the garden of one of the houses that faces the square.

He raps out a pattern of knocks on the door and enters, holding it open for the others. “Now here, Aszaccixl, I’ve brought some friends!”

The shack isn't nearly so dilapidated on the inside. There are stools for sitting on, and a table that’s heaped with scrolls, and another that holds bottles and decanters and glasses. The back wall is covered with parchment that’s pinned in place. It’s lit by what looks to be a glim of some kind, a small light that hovers over the centre of the room and casts a warm glow.

There’s a lizardfolk standing by the table of scrolls, tall and imposing, and very clearly lost in thought. He grunts as they enter.

“Aewyth sent them,” Setareh says, and sighs at the stools. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”

Aszaccixl looks up, his gaze sharpening. “Aewyth? What does she want?”

“She... said you would be able to help us with something?” Carric shrugs. “About the tapestry that’s gone missing.”

“They found one of the masterminds,” Setareh says, from where he perches cross-legged on one of the stools.

“Tell me everything.” Aszaccixl grabs for a piece of parchment and a quill.

Between the three of them, they explain about the thefts, the camp, the kobold, and Aelfswild in the middle of it.

Aszaccixl writes everything down, looking more and more pleased with every piece of information. “And he asked you to steal something from Aeneth.”

“Yeah, it was just a small box.” Carric measures it with her hands. “We couldn’t open it.”

“What is all this?” Marask asks, studying the wall.

“There’s corruption deep in the council,” Aszaccixl says, looking up. “I know it, but I can’t prove it definitively yet.”

“And Aeneth-”

“Oh, she’s aware, but the guard are-” Aszaccixl bites a guttural word back, his snout twisting up in a snarl. “She can only do so much.”

“Like sending us to you,” Carric says. “So... what’s next?”

“You’ve caught Aelfswild.” Aszaccixl brushes the quill through his fingers. “Did you see anything more in his office?”

“We’ve never looked properly.” Carric glances at the others. “But we could go do that.”

Marask nods. “Sure. Absolutely.”

“We’re returning to the black market?” Uriel looks positively delighted.

“Shall we tell Ophi, first?”

“Oh, we can pick her up on the way.”

“It’s getting late,” Aszaccixl says.

“What better time to visit the black market?” Uriel starts pushing the others towards the door. “We have an office to ransack, let’s go!”

Setareh smiles and waves his hand at them as they leave.

Aszaccixl watches them go, a bemused look on his face, before he turns back to his wall.

#dnd #homebrew #campaign #fate #FATE CORE RPG #fate rpg #fate roleplay #fate rp #why have the hashtags gone BIG on the dashboard #what's with that #I don't like it

[cblgblog]

Imagine that dumb AU where the Griffith lesbians (TM It's a cult okay?) accidentally sort of overhear Angie with who they assume is her girl until the accent they hear is definitely 100% American and not British and oh oh no is Angie cheating? What is this nonsense? Obviously we need to PI this bullshit... No, no cheating, Peggy's just being an asshole with accents because if she switches suddenly she can surprise Angie and get cursed at in Italian while Angie sees stars.

Couple of things here before we start. Peggy realizing after like a weekend, at most, that while Angie was bashing all her other possible lodging choices and talking up the charms of the Griffith, she forgot to mention that it’s a lesbian cult. Not that Peggy is averse to this, the woman talked about stealing her headmaster’s wife’s knickers, but God, Angie. If I’m going to be in yet another lesbian cult, at least let me know.

Also, does Ms. Fry know she’s running a lesbian cult? Is she oblivious? Or does she think she’s sparing the rest of New York by gathering all the deviants in one place, kind of like a prison island or a leper colony? Is Miriam Fry secretly Gay Rights? Is that why she has the rule about no men above the first floor?

That should’ve been the real mystery of season 2, not this nonsense about zero matter or whatever the hell we got.

Anyway.

Angie getting cold-shoudered by various girls and some comment to one of them finally about who woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

“I wouldn’t throw stones in that department, honey.”

“What department?”

“The bed department.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.”

Meanwhile Peggy is getting slipped all this extra food at breakfast. The stuff these hungry lesbians usually steal for themselves, to fuel their own sexual escapades? Peggy gets it. She gets breadsticks, she gets bacon, she gets eggs, she gets pastries. This is too much food even for Peggy. Has someone died? Has someone died at more than the usual rate at which people tend to die around Peggy? There’s usually not this much food involved unless someone’s died.

Finally, when Carol with the chicken pocket sewn into her sweater actually tries to give her the aforementioned whole chicken, Peggy asks what’s going on. Carol gives her a sympathetic look, pats her shoulder, and says that her door is always open, should Peggy want to talk about what’s going on. Peggy is baffled, and Angie fumes over these vulture lesbians suddenly trying to horn in on her girl.

And then there’s Dottie, both a spy and a voyeur, who knows exactly what’s going on, and that Peggy Carter is not, in fact, being two-timed, and that Angie Martinelli is, in fact, annoyingly in love with her. As such, there is no need to give Peggy Carter food, but Dottie can’t let on that she knows that. If she doesn’t blend in, these women might suspect that she is a murderous Russian terrorist. Or, even worse, they might think she’s a Straight.

Unacceptable.

So, regrettably, Dottie gets up to give Peggy her extra muffin. The things she does for her country, man…

#Agent Carter #Cartinelli #Peggy Carter #Angie Martinelli #Dottie Underwood #Anonymous

[ghostxraven]

hi pi! i hope you are well :) if you'd like to, could you share more abt poison and ghoul as parents? i love them so much <3

hi eden! i’m well ty!! and i would LOVE to

uhhh so they’ve raised a kid before, obviously, but when the girl was a baby all of them were teens (ghoul & poison specifically were about 16 when she came home for the first time) so the ‘parenting’ style with her was different than it was with charlie. mostly because it was their first time trying to take care of a child and so when charlie came home they were a bit more confident but ALSO definitely because they mellowed out a bit (poison mostly) when they got older. with the girl it was a more complicated situation — the fab four were somewhere between parental figures and older siblings to her, she was able to get away with a lot more stuff but also saw a lot more claps because they didn’t have any way to keep her from that. with charlie they were able to keep a bit more from her — the girl could watch her, when claps happened, and by the time charlie was born they’d stopped looking for violence/picking fights with dracs, crows, etc. too, which helped.

i think when they were talking about having a baby, one thing that was really important to them was being a Team. so they do their best to talk to each other about everything. and especially when charlie is very little, she always wants to be held, so they take turns passing her back and forth. if poison’s got her, ghoul will make her formula and bring it out for her, with a kiss for both of them and a can of power pup for poison. if ghoul’s got her, it’s poison who’ll get the clothes/bottle/diapers/etc. teamwork!

ghoul has a tendency to talk to babies like small adults. serious faces, serious questions, “uh huh, mm hm, tell me more” with babytalk. i think he kinda talks like this with charlie (and the girl. but this clip specifically makes me think about charlie). he’s very gentle, very good with kids, diagnosed with older sibling syndrome. the problem with that is that he can be a little fussy and overbearing when charlie gets older (he tries not to be. but sometimes he can’t help it 😔) um i think he’s particularly good at doing charlie’s & the girl’s hair. at the same time that he’s good with kids he also has a tendency to take the girl and later, charlie, to dubiously safe situations (ie bomb deals/trades with sort-of dangerous rough-and-tumble crews in like. a jerryrigged baby bjorn/sling with a bag of teddy grahams and a sippy cup in a diaper bag. it does occasionally help deescalate situations if the other crew is jumpy.) also i think ghoul will sing her little songs to help her go to sleep and keeps her with him if he’s working in the shed/diner and she’ll be in either her highchair or on a blanket with her toys where he can keep an eye on her.

poison loves kids and is an older sibling but is also very nervous about turning out like what he vaguely remembers his parents being. also between starting the crow program and leaving the city with kobra he wasn’t....the BEST older sibling (he was actually kind of a dick, and really regretted it later). and they really don’t want to project any of that (any issues whatsoever, really) onto a child, so they’re really careful with kids. they kind of treat the girl and charlie like they’re breakable, especially when they’re very small babies. almost....touch-shy? like especially as a teen he would smile at kids and play with the sandpups at gravel gertie’s when the four volunteered, but he wouldn’t want to hold them, wouldnt want to touch them too much, and that carried over a bit with the girl and even when they had charlie. they got better about that, though they still have a tendency to overthink the way he interacts with kids and talks to them. the upside is that he’s very soft with the girl & charlie, and once he got more used to it, he wanted to make sure they weren’t touch-starved and started being a lot more touchy-feely. it’s like all their sharp edges that outside crews see (and even some that friends/members of their crew see) get smoothed over with their kids. poison’s a bit of a pushover for the girl & charlie so they’ll come home from the market with a new pack of crayons and a little pouch of candy just because charlie pointed at them and made big puppy eyes. ghoul’s more willing to tell her no, so they DO balance each other out. on the other hand if poison is on a run alone with charlie there’s no one to stop them from buying her a new toy or stopping on the way to let her play at gertie’s even if there’s a time crunch <3 (and they will). poison will also take her out on drives if she’s fussy during the night, and he’s a night owl so he’s pretty willing to sit up late with her when she’s an infant and needing to eat formula or be held at like 3 or 4 am.

they keep her crib in their room until she’s old enough to have her own; ghoul made her a mobile out of meticulously cleaned and sanded down spare parts from discarded projects and poison painted the wall behind it. i don’t wanna call them crafty because that makes them sound like a diy pinterest couple (tho. modern au that’s honestly what they are) but they do make a lot of stuff for the girl/charlie (and even later jet’s little cousin) including but not limited to: a new highchair (the girl’s was a lil old by then and also uh. made of a crate and some wood planks), a set of blocks with her name on it, a drac-in-the-box, a monkey halloween costume based off a picture in one of cherri’s many books, and a plush animal (rabbit? giraffe? horse? yes) only a little more finessed than the one ghoul made for the girl when they first adopted her.

other assorted thoughts: they do the little swinging thing between them when they’re standing on either side holding her hands.

poison draws pictures with both the girl and charlie.

charlie will help ghoul make food in the kitchen and steal little bits of batter while ghoul pretends not to notice.

charlie loves being in on a secret so she gets to help plan birthday “surprises” for both her parents & uncle kobra and jet. sometimes it’s not so secret but she gets so excited about it that obviously no one’s going to point it out to her.

when she’s about four charlie finds a hurt baby bird out on the carpark in front of the diner and through the combination of her & the girl making a “presentation” on all the reasons they should be allowed to keep it and ghoul making soft sad eyes at the baby bird in the shoebox poison reluctantly says she can take care of it until it’s better. by the end of the chick’s stay with them poison cries when they have to let it go, so.

this isn’t necessarily a poison/ghoul parenting thought but it is charlie-related um i think the girl was super excited to be an older sister and even though they have a ~14 year age gap between them the girl and charlie are very close. charlie thinks the girl is the PEAK of cool and if they aren’t going to be doing something overly teenage and stupid the girl will let charlie tag along with her and her friends sometimes. she’s also very patient in playing games with her and charlie’s most vocal advocate when it comes to doing stuff she wants (charlie wants to go to see doc. charlie wants a popsicle. charlie wants to play at the playset in zone 3. charlie wants to borrow a movie from uncle cherri) and can understand her when she’s first learning to talk even better than poison or ghoul especially really early on. she’s the diner’s best CJ translator (also i think charlie has a bit of a speech impediment & is hard of hearing so for people outside of the fab four & their circle of friends it can be hard to necessarily understand everything she’s saying; the girl really helps with this and they practice sign language together with ghoul since he’s the best at ZSL in the crew. also she’s autistic just like poison)

anyways wah i talked a lot sorry but i hope this is what you were looking for! (i always love talking about my canon tysm for giving me the opportunity 🥺❤️)

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𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟏    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

NAME: John Constantine

EYE COLOUR: Blue

HAIR STYLE  /  COLOUR: Blond, kept more or less short (mostly reaching down to the collar of his shirt). Often messy, for one reason or another, even if he tries to fix them when he had a moment of peace.

HEIGHT:   5'11"

CLOTHING STYLE: He has quite a few different sets of clothes, but he usually go with rumpled trench coat, white shirt, trousers and tie.

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: He is quite charming in general, in a dangerous sort of way, that has more to do with his attitude and personality than with his looks. Perhaps his eyes or his face.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟐    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

FEARS: Failure. Losing people. Needles. Never being enough. No redemption.

GUILTY PLEASURE: Being choked, hurt and manhandled during sex (and returning the favour). Warm relaxing bath with a bowl of lemon and strawberry ice cream, his Silk Cuts and a good gin and tonic (...even better if he has some company)

BIGGEST PET PEEVE: Having to pay taxes on almost everything and receiving shitty services in return.

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: Staying out of Hell. Or working up his way through the hellish hierarchy if he does. Having a quiet day when he can just sit down and enjoy a pint without interruptions. Not needing to keep buying a thousand toothbrushes because of someone. Getting something right without loose ends or consequences.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟑    :    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: “...I need a fag.” or “Where th’ fuck am I?”

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: Regrets, past mistakes, people he lost. How to get his hands on that one artefact / spell / plan he needs to get out of the latest trouble he got himself into.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: He is usually either too drunk or to exhausted to have coherent thoughts.

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: His ability to cheat his way out of almost every situation (even if it comes with a price)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟒    :    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES:  Single, double-dates at most

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Loved It doesn’t really matter

BEAUTY OR BRAINS: Brains (even if he’s very much attracted to physical looks too)

DOGS OR CATS: Cats (even if they can be a lot of troubles)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟓    :    𝐃𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE: Yes (they call him “ConJob” for a reason)

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: Depends. John is very confident of his abilities and knowledge, sometimes too much. All in all, however, he is conscious of his level of expertise and knows how to use it at the best of his capability. Things change when it comes to be confident in himself as a person. With trauma and past mistakes he can’t forgive, he mostly thinks of himself as worthless of anything good. His vision of the world and of himself is marked with a strong pessimism, which leads him to constantly see only the shadows, only the half empty glass, to constantly expect for the other shoe to drop.

BELIEVE IN LOVE: Yes, he does. He has experience it in person a few times (with Nick and Zatanna, with Kit), but he isn’t very confident on the fact that he’ll ever manage to find a long-lasting one for himself.

WANT SOMEONE: Depends. There are days when he longs to have someone by his side, and others where he’s ready to push away even the very few friends he has.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟔    :    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE: Yes (in his younger years when the Mucous Membrane were a thing)

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: No. He’s always fed his rebel side (unless you count the persona he at times creates to play out his cons)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟕    :    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVOURITE COLOUR: Blue, in most of its shades.

FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Undead rats. Pets and animals in general aren’t really his thing.

FAVOURITE BOOK: He doesn’t have one favourite book, but he mostly enjoys historical dramas and thrillers from time to time. He might dig up a comic book, even if less often.

FAVOURITE GAME: Seeing what he can get away with. Stealing Chas’s caps. Football (as in watching the game on TV or, more rarely, letting one of his mates dragging him to the stadium)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟖    :    𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: 10th of May

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: Verse-dependent (adult main verses: 40-45, but looks 5-10 years younger)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟗    :    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

I LOVE: a bloody good reckless rush o’ adrenaline A pint in pub wit’out someone or somet’in’ comin’ to crash me damn moment o’ peace n’ quiet.

I FEEL: Lost. Cursed. Always down. Like ‘m  constantly drownin’. Like I could use another fag.

I HIDE: Most o’ woh n’ who I truly am. Wohe’er I need to ‘ave t’in’s go th’ way I wants ‘em to.

I MISS: Most o’ woh I lost.

I WISH: ...Too many t’in’s.

#* Exorcist Demonologist and Master of the Dark Arts * ::about:: #* My reality is eleven tenths perception. * ::headcanons:: #(( sorry I took FOREVER to fill this up! ))