#alrighty i think that should definitely be enough

[empress-simps]

Uncle Padfoot’s Motorcycle

Pairing: Dad! Remus x Mom! Reader CW: Language and Remus who’s gonna face the wrath of his wife. Summary: Uncle Sirius takes baby Moony out for a ride on his motorcycle and you aren't happy about it.

Note: I’ve literally enjoyed writing this, and dad! Marauders literally make me hdiskskssjska ALSO THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS YOU GUYS🫨🥹 I LOVE Y’ALL

"Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin!"

Sirius could feel his soul practically leave his body as he saw you, in your ever angry form, march to where he is handing your year old daughter to Remus' awaiting arms.

This is it, this is how Sirius thinks he’s going to leave the face of the Earth.

"Erm, I have to go! See you next week yeah?" Sirius clambers onto his motorcycle, praying to any deity that he would fly faster than you hexing him with your wandless magic.

"Bye pah foo!" Lyra grins, her four teeth in clear display as Sirius looked back and waved, "See you soon, baby moony! Have to go before mummy hexes me to no end!"

Remus watched his friend blankly, deep down wishing he too was in the back of the motorcycle with Lyra so he could escape the imminent wrath his wife that was to rain down on him.

“Remus. John. Lupin.”

Each word you uttered was like a nail on his coffin. He tried his best not to wince as he heard how utterly cold and sharp you spat his name out. So, gathering up his remaining courage, he faced you with a smile- and he definitely didn’t place your squealing baby girl in front of him, making her somewhat his shield. He hoped the cuteness of Lyra would soften the blow quite a bit.

“Hi, darling! You’re back early- “

“Tell me I did just not see our one-year-old baby land in front of our house riding Sirius’ flying motorcycle or so merlin help me I will strangle you.” You warned, taking Lyra from his hands, who happily snuggled in your arms.

Well, shit.

There goes his only chance of living.

He offered a wry smile, ignoring how sweaty his hands had become. “Alrighty, I won’t tell you- “

“Remus! You seriously thought it was a good idea to let our child ride a flying motorcycle? She just turned a year-old last week for Merlin’s sake!” You scolded, poor Remus. Call him a seer because he can already see himself sleeping on the couch for the entire week, a few days if he’s lucky.

“Darling, Sirius and I made sure it was completely safe.” He tried to explain, “Lyra doesn’t even have a helmet! What were you guys thinking?!” You hugged your baby closer to your chest.

“Well, Padfoot said it’s unnecessary since they’re technically flying.” You scoffed in disbelief as you comforted Lyra who started to fuss. “Remind me to make Sirius fall next time I set his eyes on him on that darn vehicle of his.”

Remus could only let out a nervous chuckle. "Erm, I will."

“Why was Padfoot even here the first place?” You raised an eyebrow, going back inside the house to place Lyra in her playpen as Remus followed you like a servant who’s trying to regain your favor. “He also took Harry out for a ride. After that, he went here and told me Lyra should also experience it.”

You turned around and faced him, a hand on your hips. “I’m guessing Lily isn’t aware- because there is no way in her right mind that she would let her two-year-old son ride a flying motorcycle.”

His silence was the only thing you needed to hear from him.

“Where even were you when he took Lyra out for a ride?”

He blinks stupidly, “Outside, watching them.”

“You better choose your next words carefully Lupin.”

“I was supposed to ride with them, darling! But Sirius already took off when I was about to get onto the motorcycle!” He explains, hoping it’ll be enough to save him as he recalled the events from earlier.

“Pah foo!” Lyra grinned as she clapped her hands excitedly, her sandy brown hair that was tied in pigtails was swaying with every move she made. Sirius returned her excitement, bypassing Remus who answered the door and made a beeline to the squealing baby.

“There’s my baby Moony!” He lifts Lyra up from her playpen and peppers her face with kisses while Remus smiled, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m starting to think you’re just visiting so you can hang out with my daughter, Padfoot.”

Sirius turned to look at him, smiling playfully as Lyra tugged on his curls. “I’m afraid so, Moony.” He then turned his attention to the child. “Now, who wants to go on an adventure with uncle Padfoot?”

Sirius’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he held Lyra aloft, her giggles filling the room. “We’ll soar over the treetops, chase the clouds, and maybe even race a few owls, eh?” He bounced her gently, eliciting more delighted squeals.

Remus watched them, a fond smile on his face, thinking that his best mate wouldn’t seriously do it. “Just make sure you keep her within sight, Padfoot. No loops or dives,” he added with a mock sternness that fooled neither Sirius nor Lyra.

Sirius mock saluted. “Aye, aye, Captain Moony!” He turned to Lyra, whispering conspiratorially, “Your dad’s just worried we’ll have too much fun without him.”

Remus didn’t even know how it happened, he just suddenly became aware of the situation when Sirius and Lyra were off, the flying motorcycle roaring to life as they took to the skies, leaving a trail of laughter, the faint smell of engine oil in their wake, and a faint ‘I fly, dada!’ from Lyra.

You sighed, effectively pulling him out of his thoughts. “At least Lyra’s safe, I know Sirius wouldn’t endanger his god daughter.”

You watched as Remus’s eyes softened; the worry lines smoothed out from his forehead. “Yes, Lyra is safe, and Sirius might be reckless, but he’s also fiercely protective,” he agreed, his voice carrying a note of gratitude. You hummed in agreement.

Remus tested the waters, “So… I won’t be sleeping in the couch, right?”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, the tension from earlier dissipating like morning fog in the sunlight. “No, Remmy, you won’t be sleeping on the couch,” you said, your voice laced with a hint of amusement. “But let’s agree that any future flights require both parents’ approval, alright?”

Remus let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “Agreed, and I promise, no more surprises,” he said earnestly, reaching out to take your hand.

Just then, Lyra’s babbling caught your attention, and you both turned to see her playing with a small, plush fox, looking eerily similar to your animagus form that Sirius must have sneaked into her playpen.

“Maybe we can’t protect her from everything, but we can make sure she knows she’s loved and safe,” you mused aloud, watching Lyra.

Remus nodded, his eyes reflecting the same sentiment. “That’s all we can do,” he agreed. “And maybe teach her a few tricks so she can outfly Sirius one day,” he added with a wink.

You glared at him playfully, then laughed, imagining a future where Lyra, with her inherited Marauder’s cunning, would indeed give Sirius a run for his money. “Now that’s a plan I can get behind,” you said with a smile.

As the night drew on, the house filled with the soft sounds of a family at peace. The day’s adventures were recounted with laughter and gentle teasing, and plans for a grounded tomorrow were made. And in that moment, all was well in the world of magic and mischief.

#remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus x y/n #remus lupin #marauders era #james potter #sirius black #harry potter #marauders fanfiction #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #marauders fic

[greenglowinspooks]

Alrighty fellas time for another one

(DPxDC) Batman Rogues ranked based on how good at parenting Danny (and co.) they would be

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Would probably actually be able to step up and be (relatively) good parents: The Penguin, Mr. Freeze.

They would have EXTREMELY different dynamics with Danny, but I think they could figure it out.

The Penguin would definitely only take in Danny to improve his reputation, and probably so that he could monopolize the use of a new meta’s abilities. (And perhaps to study him)

However, I think that attitude would last for at the absolute most a month, probably closer to two weeks, before he genuinely bonded with him. He’s like the dad who says he doesn’t want a pet, and then in a week they’re inseparable.

He’s not a good person, but I think he could probably end up being an awesome fucking dad. Also, there’s no way in hell anyone would mess with Danny. Not even close. If he found out Danny was getting bullied he’d ruin the bully’s fucking life.

He wouldn’t directly throw hands with a child, sure, but that’s only because it would look bad. He would, however, completely destroy their family’s careers and force them to leave Gotham out of shame.

Mr. Freeze is only a rogue because of his wife. Like, that’s it. He only wants (or wanted, depending on the version) for his wife to be cured and to live happily with her again. All of this is for her, either to help her or to avenge her.

That’s to say that yeah, if Danny managed to weasel his way into his heart, he would have a place with him forever.

He’d probably only interact with him at first because of the ice powers, but if Danny did manage to get closer to him (that’s a pretty big if) I think he’d do fucking anything for him, just like his wife.

He would raze the GiW to the ground for his boy.

They’d do alright probably. Nothing special, but it’d work out ok: Scarecrow, Ivy & Harley, Two-Face, Killer Croc.

Scarecrow is, funnily enough, not that bad. Like, is he genuinely deranged? Yes. Is he murderous and cruel? Yes. Does he have a moral compass that would absolutely support taking care of a child? Yes.

He’s been shown multiple times to genuinely care for people, even if it’s in his own way. Like, yeah, maybe fear-gas-themed murder and torture is a bit far sometimes, but it’s what he knows how to do.

Like, would he know how to take care of a kid? Hell no. But he does have a pretty good list of what not to do, courtesy of his own childhood, so he’d have a pretty alright start.

Ivy and Harley aren’t rated higher because I just don’t think they’d really be responsible enough for a child. I don’t doubt that they’d be able to love Danny, nor that they love each other, but they’re not very stable, and they don’t have a very good grasp on normalcy.

Like, they’d be incredibly cool aunts, or family friends, or something. I just don’t think that they’d do well being the sole guardians of a child or teenager.

I can’t stress this enough, I think they would genuinely love having Danny with all their hearts. I just don’t think that love alone is enough.

Avoiding that genuinely depressing thought, I think Two-Face would similarly be an awesome uncle to have, but wouldn’t do well at the actual “parenting” thing.

Like, he could keep a kid alive no problem, and he’d probably be awesome to have as a legal guardian and stuff, but there’s no way in hell he’d be able to keep Danny in line, for the sole reason of not really seeing a reason to.

However, if he got put in Arkham, he’d 100% not be above guilt-tripping Bruce into taking Danny in, so he does have backup options.

Killer Croc would be an awesome friend to Danny, but that man is in no way capable of being a parent.

He’s got a pretty short temper, and Danny is a little shit. There’d definitely be fighting. A lot of fighting. Croc still gets some points though because he’s a decent guy and I don’t doubt that he’d be willing to get help from the other rogues or even Batman should he need it.

Shouldn’t be trusted to keep a gerbil alive, yet are somehow still better at this than Maddie and Jack: The Riddler, Solomon Grundy

The Riddler is a childish, egotistical asshole with a bit of a god complex and a truckload of emotional baggage.

That being said, he’d still do better than Danny’s actual parents.

Partly because the bar is so low.

Like yeah, there’d be a lot of arguing, but I don’t think that he’d actually ever fight fight with Danny, mostly because he’d feel like he was turning into his father.

For the most part he’d be at the same level as Scarecrow or Killer Croc, I just put him lower because I think he’d forget to feed Danny sometimes. Still not as bad as the food coming alive to attack him though.

Solomon Grundy is pretty similar to Killer Croc in terms of how I think he and Danny would get along, I just think he’d be much worse at getting the things Danny needs to live and be happy.

He’d be cool as a weird uncle, or a friend, but he’d be pretty awful at being an actual parent.

The house is on fire, god is dead: Mad Hatter, Ra’s Al Ghul

Mad Hatter would have UNIMAGINABLE levels of beef with Danny. He would unironically throw hands with a child.

That being said, I think he’d genuinely like Danny.

Wouldn’t make up for anything, but I do think he’d at least not hate him.

Ra’s would be funny as hell no matter what.

He’d ALSO have unimaginable beef with Danny, but for entirely different reasons. He would spend all his time trying to convince Danny to become a member of the LOA and also to turn him fully immortal. Danny would buy him a “world’s okayest dad” mug and “I’m not the dad who stepped up” shirt. They would try to beat each other to death over Damian.

Danny would still probably choose him over Vlad in a heartbeat.

Getting dissected would have unironically been a better option: Joker

Your homework today is to watch Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker.

Because I know you won’t, I’m just gonna tell you that Joker has done some MK Ultra shit to a child before in order to mold it into a mini version of himself, and he’d absolutely do it again.

One of them would absolutely end up dead, and considering their track records, I’m not so sure it would be Joker.

#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #catwoman isn’t on here because she would just give him to bruce immediately #on the bright side if Joker ever obtained another child through dubious means I don’t doubt that Harley and Ivy would beat him to death #honestly out of everyone here I think being adopted by two-face would be the most fun by far #like mr. freeze would be a lot better at being an actual parent but two-face would be fun as hell #also scarecrow would just straight up murder someone for bullying Danny this man is not above killing kids if they’re being dicks #he’s literally done the slasher routine for some girl after she found out her friends all hated her and he’d do it again #the penguin would kill for Danny too I just don’t think he’d kill kids #older teens are up for debate however

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

The Secrets One Keeps

Alrighty, This is a request I was sent by an anon! Asking for a reader who's Hosea's daughter but dating Arthur, they have to keep their relationship a secret, especially from Hosea. Afraid for the poor man's heart.

Keep in mind this is my first work since coming back from hiatus, I'm a little rusty, so it might not be as great as it could be, be patient with me as I try to get back into the Rythm of things please! There's some NSFW themes but it's not full on smut, not for my first one back, but never fear, that will make a return.

Warnings: Fluff, language, maybe some NSFW themes Reader is a bit younger than Arthur is. (Don't worry Im not a freak, reader is gonna be over 18 by like at LEAST six years) Female reader, if there's slip ups, please let me know so I can correct them!

Let's jump into it!

You swear to God you just saw him, You just did, you watched him come out this way and you watched him give you that...look.

He wanted you to follow him, you could SEE it.

So where the hell was he?

"Arthur?"

You call out, but you keep your voice low. It's late, and camp isn't too far, you don't want anyone to hear you...you know what the two of you agreed on, and it was better if no one knew about the two of you. Especially your father. Hosea would NOT take kindly to Arthur dating his 24 year old daughter.

Not only that but to Hosea...Arthur was like a son...he saw the two of you as though you were siblings.

You definitely did NOT feel that way.

"Arthur, I swear to whatever God you pray to you better fuckin' come out-"

"Aw now, c'mon Darlin' that ain't very nice of you to speak like that."

You practically hear the smirk on his face as you feel an arm wrap around your waist and a chin on your shoulder.

"'Sides, you know I ain't a religious man."

"Arthur Morgan, how many times do I have to tell you not to scare me-"

"Awww you love it."

"No I don't!"

"Bullshit you don't last time I did you laughed and tried to take my pants off-"

"Shut up."

You twist to face him and sure enough he's wearing that smirk of his.

"You like it."

"Alright! Fine."

He laughs and leans in, placing his lips gently against yours, softly, sweetly, so different from what he showed everyone else.

"Been wantin' to do that all damn day. I hate this sneakin' around crap," He scoffs. "Fuckin' stupid, we're both adults."

"Aw come on, it's not so bad Arthur...The sneaking around is kinda fun..."

"I guess so...I don't know, I'm gettin' real tired of not bein' able to kiss you goodbye, or havin' to hide behind the wagons just to tell ya I love ya. I shouldn't have to hide it like I'm embarrassed."

"I know..."

You give a sigh and lean into him.

"It sucks, I know it does, I know. The sneaking is fun, but...I know what you mean. We should be sharing a tent by now, instead of trying not to be caught."

He gives you a grunt in response, placing his chin on your head.

"How can we be sure that Hosea wouldn't approve of us?"

His voice comes out a little strained. Acting as though he didn't already know the answer.

"C'mon Arthur..."

You sigh again and move so you can look him in the eye properly.

"You know he won't. Hell, he sees us slightly too close to one another and he loses his mind, he stares you down. You know it, you see it."

"I know..."

He grumbles.

"I need to spend more time with you though Darlin' I do. I NEED to."

He pauses for a moment

"We have to at least take a trip together soon, I mean...either that or we just gotta stop carin' about what Hosea thinks. Don't get me wrong I love 'em, I do, but I love you more."

"I love you too..."

The two of you are silent for a few moments, comfortably leaning against one another in the darkened part of the woods, it's late, both of you know that, and both of you know that you should probably be getting to sleep.

But it's been a long day. A long week even, the two of you haven't had nearly as much time together as you would have liked.

"You think maybe I could sneak you into my tent?"

Arthur's voice breaks the silence, quietly, barely there.

"Jus' tonight, please?"

"Arthur, you know dad'll see us."

"No, look I can leave tomorrow before you, leave the flaps down, no one'll go in there, then you just gotta go out towards the side instead of the front, go around the back of the wagon."

You chuckle a little at his enthusiasm, he never fails to make you smile. He's so obviously, deeply in love with you that it's hard to say no to him.

"Alright....alright, okay, we'll try. He should be asleep by now, it's just the others we have to worry about."

"They ain't gonna say anythin'."

You look at him and give a confused look, though your smile never wavers.

"How do you know?"

"They won't cause if they do, it's me they have to deal with, not Hosea."

His voice lowers slightly, and you watch as that look comes over his eyes. You've seen it before, you know what it means.

"Jesus Arthur, would you quit that, you..."

Your face heats quickly and you look away from him. Of course he was attempting to be threatening, but to you, it just seemed...attractive more so than threatening.

He knew that.

"Why Sweetheart...somethin' gettin' into that head of yours?"

"Shut it, you know what it does-"

"Absolutely I do, why you think I'm doin' it?"

He laughs but leans in and kisses your temple before starts to lead you back towards camp.

"C'mon, let's sneak you in."

He ushers you forwards, and the two of you stop at the edge of camp to see who's up, but luckily it seems that mostly everyone is sleeping.

He then leads you around the edge of Clemmons Point until the both of you get to his tent, the moment the both of you are in he closes the flaps up and gives the two of you some privacy. It seemed like the two of you had gotten away with it. Or at least no one had called out to you.

In the dim light of his lantern the two of you share a smile and there's a look in his eyes that you know means you'll be playing the quiet game tonight.

.....

Morning seems to come faster than you would have liked it to, the time spent with Arthur never seemed to be enough, so when you wake up in the early morning you decide to just burrow further into his bare chest.

It earns a quiet grumble from him as he pulls you closer to him, he's awake, you can tell he is, but he stays silent. The only way you know he's awake is the fact that his hand can't stay away from your ass.

"Didn't you have enough last night?"

You mumble but there's a smile on your face as you adjust, throwing a leg over his hip.

"Ain't never 'nough with you."

It comes out as a grumble and he moves to your thigh, gripping it tightly as he pulls it even further over his hip.

He buries his head in your neck and kisses there. As much as he seems to try and rile you up the kiss is soft, more sweet than anything.

"C'mon Darlin'...this could be every mornin'..."

He yawns and shifts himself, trying to wake up a little more.

"We gotta tell him at some point anyhow..."

"I know..."

You huff and move your hand to his hair, gently massaging his scalp, it's nearly instinct.

"I just...I don't know what he'll think, what he'll do...."

"C'mon, it's me. I know it probably ain't what he wants but...He loves me, he knows me...you could be screwin' Bill behind doors."

He stops a moment.

"Shut up Arthur, it is not-"

"I dunno about that, seems kinda dumb to me."

You roll your eyes and laugh before you kiss the top of his head. You're about to open your mouth to try and come up with an idea on what to tell your father when the tent flap opens.

You and Arthur move simultaneously to look and see who's standing there only to have your eyes go wide.

You're leaning backwards, your head turned over your shoulder to look, and you suddenly wish that you could disappear.

Hosea stands at the opening of the tent, his mouth open as though he'd gone to say something and then he'd noticed.

"Hosea, I can explain-"

Arthur starts, he moves, and gently puts his hand on your back to push you towards the wall so that you can stay covered.

"I don't want to hear it!"

Hosea puts his hand out, as though he's trying to block it all from view.

"Get dressed! Both of you!"

He leaves, dropping the tent flap and leaving the two of you alone.

"Shit..."

"Shit's fuckin' right..."

Arthur sighs and plops back down on the cot, covering his eyes with one hand.

The two of you take a moment, sitting in silence. wondering what the hell you'd say.

This silence continues as the two of you go to dress, once the two of you are done Arthur reaches for your hand, taking it quietly as both of you leave the tent.

Hosea stands right outside, and the both of you give one another a look of shame.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing!?"

Hosea nearly yells, it's such a difference from his usual calm demeanor, you've rarely seen your father so mad.

"Hosea, c'mon..."

Arthur mumbles.

"Can't we talk about this outside of camp?"

Hosea takes a deep breath and then nods, and the three of you begin your trudge towards the edge of camp. It's there that Hosea stands with his arms crossed waiting.

"Explain yourselves."

"Hosea-"

"No, Y/N, you first."

"Dad..."

You swallow and look to Arthur and then to Hosea.

"I love him. I mean that. I love him, and I have for a very long time, and he loves me. I know he does. It's not just...it's not just a one time thing, it means something-"

"How long."

"About a year."

A silence falls over the three of you. Hosea's face seems unreadable.

His eyes close and he gives a deep breath, exhaling heavily.

"Arthur."

Hosea opens his eyes and looks towards him, his jaw clenched.

"If anything happens to them, emotional or otherwise, I'm going to hold you accountable, and you WILL NOT like me. You understand me?"

"I do Hosea, you know me. I'm not gonna let anything happen to them. Never."

Hosea doesn't seem exactly...pleased with this answer, but he seems to accpet it.

"Don't EVER let me catch you two like that again."

"You didn't knock-"

"Shut up Arthur."

Arthur clamps his jaw shut and swallows, but there's a look a defiance in his eyes.

Hosea looks at the two of you for a moment longer and then walks away without another word.

The two of you, now alone, look at each other and give a relieved sigh.

"I guess...I mean he knows now at least."

"I have a feeling he's gonna make your life a living hell for a while Arthur-"

"Yeah..."

He breathes.

"More than likely."

#rdr2 community #rdr2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 headcannons #hosea matthews

[gummydummy19]

Weird ish question but what are the Chris Evans characters of his that you think are hairy? Like what ones do you think have hairy asses, ect. Yk?

Not weird at all!! Alright...how are CE characters groomed? Let's get into it;

Steve Rogers:

I think Steve Rogers at first would be perfectly shaven (not waxed, he is far too scared to let anyone strange near his bits)

but Infinity War Steve....oooh that man is definitely hairy

Just imagine it: He has been on the run. His beard is growing, and his hair is a mess

He barely has time for/access to showers, so he doesn't have time to shave

definitely hairy all over

Ari Levinson:

hairiest mf alive

no questions asked

Especially if we are going timeline accurate

70s bush babe

Hairy face, hairy balls, hairy ass

No wonder you call him 'bear' all the time

Nick Grant:

DEFINITELY hairy

All over

Just look at that scruffy face???

Colin Shea:

might shave every once in a while but I don’t think he cares enough to go all the way back there

so I think he gets a bit hairy from time to time

Frank Adler:

hairy too, no doubt

This guy gives me big stinky man vibes but like in a good way

Trims his bush every once in a while

But definitely can't be bothered to go past his crotch

Hairy balls/butt for sure

Andy Barber:

hmm

this is a hard one (no pun intended)

I mean....his name is Barber

He is a fuzzy teddybear but he is always well groomed

Like??? That beard??? Perfection.

I think he might trim as well

Just to keep everything tidy

....might let his partner give him a wax if he's had enough beers and he feels playful enough

Jake Jensen:

seems like the type to try and shave before a date

because he is embarrassed and wants to look clean and well-groomed

accidentally cuts himself while shaving

gets even more embarrassed because now he walks funny

Luckily you find it charming lol

Lets his partner give him waxes every once in a while

gets embarrassed AGAIN when he gets hard and discovers he has a tiny bit of a pain kink

(I have a filthy brain sorry)

Johnny Storm:

Another difficult one

I think he trims

proud owner of a delicious happy trail

Lloyd Hansen:

my favourite mustache man

He is shaved but he always has some weird shit like a lightning bold

Pornstar looking ass

Gets you to give him waxes because he likes the pain

he is just a filthy little man with no sense of shame

like at all

Ransom Drysdale:

This motherfucker gets waxed every couple of weeks

At the salon where you work

Asks for you specifically every single time

Doesn't even try to hide his boners

Pete Brenner:

Kinda same vibes as Ransom

Definitely feel like he'd be hairless down there

Also feel like his explanation would be that it makes his huge cock look ever bigger

He would go to the gym a lot and book weekly appointments at a wax salon to show off his “perfect body”

Shamelessly flirts with the employees

Tries to get a happy end every time

A/N: alrighty I enjoyed this way more than I should have jhdiugudbua let me know what you think besties...

and THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!! *mwaaa*

#gummydummy19 #fanfiction #fluff #smut #body hair #chris evans #steve rogers #ari levinson #pete brenner #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #johnny storm

[winnielanddd]

Guava Pastry - Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Miguel O’Hara x f!Reader 

Summary: Sold out empanada? Guess Miguel has to make due with another option.

Warnings: None. Just some small friendly interactions with Miguel :)

Word count: 588 words

Link to Masterlist here! 

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“Sorry, we’re sold out. Won’t have any empanadas until tomorrow.” Miguel groaned in frustration, rubbing his face in discontent. It was only 10 in the morning in Nueva York. How could his favorite empanada stand sell out so quickly in a day? To be fair, him raving about his favorite stand to Lyla, and Lyla basically telling everyone at HQ about his favorite vendor probably caused his favorite vendor to sell out so quickly. 

“It’s okay. I’ll just stop by tomorrow,” Miguel muttered, turning to head back to the HQ, disappointed. 

“Miguelito,” the woman of the stand called out, “I heard of this new coffee shop that just opened up. Heard they got some tasty pastries. You should check it out.” The woman chuckled to herself, cleaning up her stand. 

Miguel gave a nod before calling Lyla to lead him to the direction of this new coffee shop. At least he can get a coffee out of all this.

Entering the coffee shop, Miguel was welcomed with the fresh smell of ground coffee beans. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming, music softly playing in the background. 

“Welcome to Mama K’s Koffee! Let me know if you have any questions!” The female worker spoke to Miguel as he glanced at the front counter, looking at all the pastries. 

Everything looked delicious. From the strawberry cream croissants to the simple blueberry and chocolate muffins, Miguel debated on what to get along with his typical black coffee. Without notice, Miguel began to furrow his brows. 

“I really like the guava pastries if you need a suggestion. Not too sweet, but just enough from the guava,” the same female worker at the front spoke. She gave Miguel a soft, genuine smile, a smile that he hadn’t received in a while. “Would you like to try a sample?”

Before Miguel could protest, she handed him a small sample of the pastry. “Let me know what you think! I wish more people bought this. It’s not too popular here.” The girl rambled on and on about the pastry as Miguel took his first bite. Miguel nodded along to the girl’s complaints about this pastry being “the best pastry at Mama K’s Koffee” and how people “don’t want to try something different.” 

“Oh sorry…I should stop rambling before my boss hears me,” she awkwardly laughed and cleared her throat, “What do you think about the guava pastry?”

“It was good. I can see why you like it. I’ll take one and a black coffee, please.” 

“Alrighty, can I get a name for the order? And would that be for here or to go?” 

“Miguel and to go, please.” After paying for his small snack and coffee, Miguel glanced around the cafe. It was small, yet homey. He definitely saw himself visiting this place more often. 

“For Miguel! I have your black coffee and guava pastry,” the girl called out. She gave him a smile once he walked up to the counter. “Here you are. Enjoy and have a great day!” 

Miguel gave her a nod and headed back to the HQ to start his busy work day. Opening the bag for his pastry, Miguel came across a small note: 

Thanks for trying the guava pastry! Finally someone that agrees with me :) Hope I get to see you around more often! – Y/N, your Mama K’s Koffee Barista :) 

Miguel couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle from the little note. ‘I’ll definitely be back,’ he thought to himself as he enjoyed his little guava pastry.

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Author’s Note: Hi hi! Just wrote this up in the meantime. It’s something small, but I thought that this interaction was short and sweet! Hope you enjoy this!

-Winnie

#winnieland #miguel x you #atsv #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you

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💥🍯🛏️ Ona x reader

Happy place

Request: 🍯 (friends to lovers) 💥 (sleeping together) 🛏️ (only one bed)

Note: I love ona, you love ona. we both know where this going... :-)

Warnings: there’s kinda mention of smut in this one. oopsssss.

“Uhm Y/n?” Ona said as we stepped inside our hotel room.

“Qué?” Y/n asked, sitting down her heavy suitcase.

“Look” Ona answered and then Y/n just gave her a confused look.

“Idiota” Ona mumbled and took her hand to Y/n’s cheek and turned her head, so Y/n could see what Ona was talking about. 

There was only one bed.

“Oh…” Y/n whispered.

“I can go down and ask for a different room so-” 

“No, no, no. No need for that. The bed is big enough for us both” Y/n said.

“Alrighty. Let’s pack out then” Ona replied and then the two spanish women begin packing a few of their things out.

—

Later that evening when Ona and Y/n were about to go to bed, both of them got kinda nervous that they had to share a bed together.

They used to have separate beds.

“Y/n, I can still go down and ask for another room,” Ona said.

“You really don’t need to, Ona. I think we’ll survive” Y/n responded with a smile, making Ona laugh a bit.

“Okay, then buenas noches” Ona said and then Ona laid down in the bed while Y/n put her hair up in a bun.

“Buenas noches, Batlle” Y/n replied and also laid down in the bed beside Ona.

—

Neither of the girls could sleep and now it was 2am.

“Y/n?” Y/n heard Ona whisper, making her turn around and come right to face with Ona.

Like they were only inches away from each other. They could even feel each other's breath against their lips…

“What Batlle?” Y/n whispered back as she looked right into Ona’s eyes, making Ona melt inside.

Ona couldn’t answer.

“Ona?” Y/n asked once again.

What Y/n got in return surprised Y/n a lot, because suddenly Ona had come even closer, putting her hand on Y/n’s cheek.

The two of them just stared into each other’s eyes while Ona caressed Y/n’s cheek.

Then Y/n surprised Ona with coming forward and putting her lips against hers in a short peck.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist-” Y/n said, but got interrupted by Ona’s lips finding hers again in a more passionate kiss.

The kiss got even more heated when Y/n put herself on top of Ona and Ona’s hand strolled down Y/n’s body.

“Ona…” Y/n moaned.

“What do you want?” Ona mumbled against Y/n’s neck.

“You”

—

Y/n had been the first down for breakfast as she wanted to avoid talking to Ona about last night.

After 20 minutes alone, Alexia walked into the breakfast room and got quite surprised when she saw Y/n sitting there already. She was normally the first down for breakfast. 

“Buenos días, Y/n” Alexia said and sat down beside Y/n.

“Buenos días, Ale” Y/n replied with a little smile.

“Who is your roommate?” Alexia suddenly asked.

“Uhm Ona, why?” Y/n answered as she took a sip from her coffee.

“Is just..” Alexia started.

“Seriously? What is it?” Y/n asked, getting curious.

Then Alexia leaned closer to Y/n, so only she could hear what she was going to say.

“Did Ona give you that hickey?” she asked, making Y/n’s eyes wide.

“I have a hickey?” Y/n mumbled.

“Three actually” Alexia said as Y/n gave her a death stare.

“Lo siento. It’s not my fault. I will just warn you that the other girls will probably tease you lots if you don’t get it covered up” Alexia added.

“I don’t want to talk with Ona,” Y/n said.

“Why? Aren’t you dating?” Alexia asked

“No, we’re not dating. Where did you get that from?” Y/n answered.

“You two act like an old married couple all the time” Alexia said.

“Oh, stop it. Have you seen you and Jenni? I’m surprised she hasn’t broken up with you” Y/n response, getting a gentle hit on the shoulder.

“Don’t try to change the subject. You should talk to Ona. I’m quite sure she likes you a lot, or I definitely know she does” Alexia explained.

“Really? She likes me?” Y/n asked, not believing Alexia at all.

“She came to Leila and mine's room yesterday and panicked about the fact that you two were sharing a bed and she was afraid that she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Well, I know now that she clearly couldn’t keep her hands to herself” Alexia said and gave Y/n a wink, making the younger girl blush crazier than Alexia thought she would.

“Aww, look at you all in love” Alexia teased even more while Y/n just gave the captain a smile.

—

As the others came down, Y/n had quickly sneaked away when she saw Ona coming down, so she could go into their room alone.

Her plan just didn’t complete 100% as Ona noticed Y/n’s plan.

Ona then turned around and grabbed Y/n’s wrist, making Y/n turn around.

“Oh buenos días, Batlle. Slept well?” Y/n asked and without showing it, gave her own face a punch for saying that.

“You know we didn’t sleep much last night, querida…” Ona answered, making Y/n get butterflies in her stomach when she called her querida.

Y/n didn’t reply though. What should she even respond to that?..

 “Can we talk about what happened yesterday?” Ona asked.

Y/n shrugged.

“Can we maybe do it later? After being in the gym?” Y/n answered.

“Of course. Remember to cover those up, right?” Ona said and touched Y/n’s neck gently, sending shivers through Y/n’s body. 

Ona just smirked and gave Y/n a kiss on the cheek.

—

After some hard hours in the gym, Mapi and Leila had walked over to Y/n, noticing something interesting on her neck.

“Did Ona finally banged you?” Mapi asked, making her and Leila laugh like crazy.

“¿Qué quieres decir?” Y/n asked.

“Have you seen your neck? You don’t have one, you don’t have two, you have THREE big hickies” Leila answered, trying to touch Y/n’s neck, but Y/n backed away from them.

“Seriously? Stop!” Y/n said and walked out of the gym, up to her room for a shower.

A lot of the girls had noticed what the girls had said to Y/n, but Ona was the quickest to say something.

“Can you please sometimes set boundaries?” Ona asked and then stormed out of the gym to find Y/N.

“Ona’s right. You guys can joke around, that’s fair, but don’t do it with that next time, alright chicas?” Alexia said.

—

“Y/N” Ona yelled as she finally caught up with Y/n.

Y/n wouldn’t stop tho, so Ona had to use her full speed and runned down to take Y/n into her arms as quickly as possible.

“It’s okay, hermosa. Mapi and Leila weren't thinking and it’s defentily not your fault” Ona said, kissing Y/n’s head.

“I just hate attention and when they say things like that, all heads are obviously turning my way” Y/n replied.

“Maybe heads are turning your way, because you're the most gorgeous person in the room?!” Ona said, making Y/n look up at her.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” she asked.

“Obviously. Have you seen yourself? You’re the most gorgeous person in the whole world!” Ona answered and made Y/n’s cheeks turn red.

“Thank you” Y/n mumbled into Ona’s chest.

“For what?” Ona asked.

“Being the best person in this world” Y/n answered.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Ona suddenly asked, making Y/n look at her with wide eyes.

“Really?” Y/n said.

Ona just nodded nervously as she waited for the answer from her dream girl.

“SÍ, SÍ, SÍ, SÍ, SÍ!” Y/n yelled and jumped onto Ona with her legs around Ona’s waist and made Ona hug Y/n even tighter.

Then Y/n took Ona’s head in her hands and put her lips on Ona’s in a passionate kiss.

Their first kiss as girlfriends…

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Hi!!! I rarely request but your writing is so good I could not resist the urge. I love the Carina x Maya x Reader fics you posted, theres not enough writing for the Station 19 universe. I was hoping you could write another one, or even just a Carina x Maya. I feel like because Maya has such a dangerous job, Carina definitely slips into doctor mode every time she gets hurt or sick. Could you write where Maya gets sick with strep throat or something but Carina is unable to get her to Grey Sloan or the E.R (maybe they went on a vacation or there is bad weather) so she decides to examine Maya herself. (P.S. I hope you’re having a good day and if not tomorrow will be better💕💕)

17, 17A,🌸

Sickness At Sea

〖Notes: Alrighty my basement flooded and I think I've got carpal tunnel so lets write some sickfics! (PS, I love this request, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to it, please feel free to send in another when my asks are open <;3〗

〖Summary: Maya and Carina finally get to go on a vacation. Of course that's the perfect time for Maya's immune system to give out.〗

〖Word Count: 〗

〖Pairing: Carina DeLuca x Sick Maya Bishop〗

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Maya groaned and stared out the window at the crashing waves caused by the torrential downpour that was ravaging the east coast. She was inwardly cursing Carina for convincing her to come to Maine, especially when they lived so close to the beach in Seattle, but she had decided that they should leave Washington for a bit.

The two didn’t get time off together often so two weeks paid vacation at the same time was huge. So huge that her Italian girlfriend insisted that she and Maya had to see the East Coast. The blonde had argued that they could go somewhere a few hours’ drive rather than a seven-hour plane ride, but Carina had made it seem too good to refuse.

And it had been. The first week was wonderful. They’d spent time walking along the beach in the cool October weather and explored the nearby town, doing the regular touristy things. They’d found the restaurant with the best reviews and had the first proper date night in a long time, complete with fancy wine and even a violinist to serenade them.

Then the storm started. It was nice for the first day, it was relaxing. Then one day turned into two. And two into three. And how they were sitting in their beautiful house on the beach with the sea raging in front of them. There would be no walking on the sand, there would be no exploring the quiet town, there would be no anything.

The rain was coming down in sheets and Carina had been running around the house yelling in Italian about the damage and how they couldn’t stay there if the storm continued. Maya was starting to agree, it wasn’t entirely safe to be this close to the sand and she was beginning to worry that the beach would wash out.

“Car, it’ll be okay. I’ve seen beaches in Seattle handle worse than this.” The blonde croaked, wincing as the words grated against her throat. Carina, who was pacing around typing away furiously on her phone stopped and whipped around, her brow furrowing as she hyper-focused on a new target: Maya.

“What is wrong with your voice? Are you sick? Tell me your symptoms.” She had switched from panicking about the storm and settled right into her doctor persona. The firefighter rolled her eyes, trying not to wince at the action. She was finding herself wanting to let Carina do her job, but her pride was far more important than her wish for assistance.

The woman had been feeling more and more weary as the week went on, but she had chalked it up to all of the things they had been doing, refusing to admit that they hadn’t been doing anything particularly strenuous. Now, after two days of doing just about nothing, she was sort of out of excuses. She was tired, her throat was killing her, her body ached, and she couldn’t deny the presence of a fever bubbling under her skin.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine. Sit, take a breath. I made coffee, you need some.” Maya said softly, lowering her voice to try to ease the pain in her throat. It didn’t help. The level of her voice didn’t matter, it was the act of simply breathing that caused her discomfort.

Carina hmphed unhappily but went to grab herself a mug, pouring what her girlfriend considered to be way too much creamer into the dark liquid, followed by what could be considered enough sugar to feed an entire town.

“How can you drink it so sweet?” She joked, trying to put a little humor into her voice as thunder clapped loudly over the small town. The EMT jumped, frightened by the suddenness of the loud sound. A blush crept across her cheeks as she glanced over at Carina, who had a concerned expression on her face.

Her brow was furrowed, and her lips pursed, looking wholly unhappy with the situation. The rain pattered down on the roof, a nearly deafening sound. It probably would’ve been relaxing if not for the sick feeling that was growing in Maya and Carina’s nerves beginning to fray.

This was supposed to be a vacation and the OBGYN really didn’t want to beat around the bush right now. She wanted to treat the woman she loved so that they could have her feeling better as soon as possible.

She wasn’t interested in playing Maya’s “embrace the pain” game and couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for even thinking that way. It wasn’t the blonde’s fault that she was so hard on herself, but it certainly didn’t make Carina’s job of taking care of her any easier.

The moment she sat down she felt Maya curl up against her, moving so smoothly that she may not have noticed if not for the way she was shivering, her muscular body trembling like a leaf. The brunette squeezed her eyes shut and sighed, pressing her head into the woman’s hair.

“You are sick Maya. Just tell me what’s wrong.” She murmured, moving so that she could hold the woman a little bit closer. Maya nestled close, humming her unhappiness as she felt tears fill her fever-clouded eyes. She really didn’t want to be crying, it was barely 8 in the morning, it was too early to be crying. Especially over a silly little sore throat.

“Bambina, please. Don’t make me play urm…twenty questions.” Carina said gently, tilting Maya’s head up so that she could look into her beautiful green orbs. The blonde blinked quickly as she held back tears, her lower lip beginning to quiver. She hadn’t realized just how bad she felt until her girlfriend had brought it up, but now it was all that she could think about.

“It hurts.” She whimpered, her voice small and full of humiliation. She hated every part of this, admitting weakness was hard enough but it was even worse that this was happening while they were on vacation. Sure, that meant she had time to recover, but she was supposed to be spending quality time with the woman she loved, not sleeping while the brunette fed her medicine. That was no fun for anyone.

“What hurts Maya?” The doctor prodded, needing far more information than what she was being given. Maya just shrugged and pulled the throw around her shoulders as she continued to stare out the large glass windows, watching as the waves ravaged the sandy shore.

“Okay, how about we switch out that coffee for tea, yeah?” The idea of swallowing anything (even her own saliva) made the woman want to cry. At this point, she didn’t even care. She sniffled back tears and tried to hide her face, embarrassed to be crying over something so trivial. She came across people every day who were in far more dire positions handling their pain or fear with so much more grace.

“I-I can’t. My throat just hurts too much.” Maya rasped, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Her shoulders began to heave as she cried, the action just serving to hurt her throat even more. That in turn made her cry harder, which just repeated itself in a vicious cycle.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m here. Just tell me what’s wrong amore. Let me help.” Carina pleaded, feeling so utterly helpless. She hated when her girlfriend got sick, she hated not being able to do anything as a person she loved so much suffered in silence.

“I can’t, I don’t know! M-my throat hurts! It, it shouldn’t!” The blonde spat, her words barely comprehensible through her sobs. The Italian woman put her coffee on the small table and took Maya’s hands in hers, forcing the ill firefighter to meet her eyes.

“Maya, take a deep breath. I can help you, but you need to let me. I’m a doctor, I take care of people for a living. Let me help.” she asserted, raising her eyebrows as she tried to get through to her sweet, sick girlfriend. The blonde’s lower lip was still quivering, but she managed to quiet her sobs as she matched Carina’s slow breathing.

“Good. Now, can you let me give you an exam? I will be quick.” After a few moments, Maya nodded, her breath still hitching as she tried to calm down. Maybe she was overreacting, but she had such a hard time with the out-of-control feeling that came with being sick. She would rather be put in a blazing fire than be physically incapacitated and need to rely on others for help.

True to her word, Carina’s exam took barely five minutes. She had raced to the bedroom to get her medical bag and then began to look Maya over, starting with what she figured was wrong. She looked at the back of the blonde’s throat, sighing when she saw those familiar white splotches that she’d seen all too many times.

“And a temperature of 102 degrees Fahrenheit. Which is…too high. Stupid imperial system.” She said that last part under her breath as she mentally tried to convert the imperial temperature to the metric system that she had grown up with.

Her distaste over the different systems of measuring made Maya smile a little as she leaned back against the cushions of the couch, shivering a little.

“What’s the verdict, Doc?” She teased, getting a frown out of her girlfriend. She may have felt terrible but the cute look on Carina’s face was worth the forced humor.

“We won’t know for sure until we get a culture, but I believe you have Streptococcus. The weather is too bad to go to the Urgent Care, but we will go as soon as the rain stops, okay? For now, it's Tylenol, soup, and rest.” The brunette said, sounding fully like the doctor that she was. Maya smiled a bit from where she was laying, closing her eyes as she curled back against the comfortable sofa.

“Can rest happen first?” She mumbled; the tears having taken a lot out of her. Carina made a sound in the back of her throat as she thought it over, weighing the best option here. Technically she should have Maya take the medicine to get the fever down, but it was very hard to say ‘no’ to the woman in front of her.

“I suppose. Would you rather go back to bed?” The blonde shook her head as she lay down, taking up the ample space on the couch.

“You gotta join me. ‘s the rules.” She mumbled, her voice slurring with exhaustion. Carina chuckled quietly and climbed back onto the couch, slipping her thermometer and stethoscope back into what Maya annoyingly called her “doctor bag”. She wasn’t wrong to call it that, but it irked the brunette to no end for reasons she simply could not explain.

She pushed the bag aside and lay down against Maya, wrapping an arm around her waist. She settled in, pulling a bit of the blanket up over herself, resigning that she would probably get this illness. Strep was incredibly contagious and she refused to be away from the woman she loved.

Any time they could spend together was worth a week of antibiotics.

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 24 (Crazy Love)

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Regardless of how much tears Liam shed, tomorrow would still come without change.

The performance period of “Hamlet” went on night after night, it was a hot topic in all of England.

And so, on the day after the final performance — it was exactly one month since I joined Crown.

The end of my job as a “fairytale writer”.

…

The clattering of the keys on my typewriter resonated through my room.

My report was a story of my love and sorrows during the time spent together with Liam.

All the memories were still vivid in my mind, and yet so incredibly endearing.

(... This should be fine. Let’s deliver this report to Victor in the palace.)

…

The palace’s Grim Reaper softened his gemstone-like eyes when he saw me.

Victor: You’re here to submit your report, Miss Kate?

Kate: Yes. This is the report I wrote about my observations of Liam Evans during my time as a fairytale writer.

Kate: However, this report has yet to be concluded.

Victor: … What do you mean?

Kate: Would it be possible for you to allow me to continue working as a fairytale writer?

Victor: Is it because of that boy (Liam)?

Kate: W-When we first met, one of the conditions I had for you was that I’d be allowed to return to my original life.

(That’s why I became a fairytale writer for a month.)

Kate: My current request contradicts the one I made back then, and besides, love is one of the reasons—

Victor: Kate. Love or not, everyone is free to care for one another and I think that's really powerful.

Kate: Victor…

Victor: I’ve concluded that Crown and the cursed people need you.

Victor: And so, I… as well as Her Majesty, would like to make a proposal. Will you stay and continue being our fairytale writer?

(...!)

Kate: Y-Yes, I’d love to. Thank you so much!

Victor: I should be thanking you instead.

Victor: … Well then, let's do this once again. Welcome to “Crown”, the villains' lair.

Victor: Alrighty! That’s enough with the serious talk.

Victor: Goodness, the serious look on your face rubbed off on me.

Kate: S-Sorry…

Victor: Specially for our serious yet lovely Kate, we are having a dinner party tonight!

Victor: Come on, clap. *seal clapping* YAY!

I clapped as told, and cocked my head in puzzlement.

Kate: A… dinner party?

Victor: YES! Think of it as a “please continue to look out for Crown, Kate” dinner party!

Kate: Fufufu, I see. Thank you.

(Hm? Hold on.)

(Does this mean Victor expected that I would stay?)

— As expected of the palace’s Grim Reaper. His abilities shouldn't be underestimated.

Victor: All the members of Crown know about the dinner party, have fun!

Victor: Well then, we must get you ready for the party. — Come on, all of you. Come in.

With a snap of Victor’s fingers, servants came pouring in through the door.

They were carrying loads of dresses, shoes, and jewellery.

Kate: Victor!

Victor: I’ve always wanted to give you a dress, so I bought you everything in a corner of Harrods.

Victor: Ahh, of course, this was all bought using a little pocket money I earned outside my official court duties. You can be rest assured about that.

(... I don’t even know where to start.)

Victor: Alright, Miss Kate. Which dress would you like to wear tonight?

All of the colourful dresses looked amazing to me, however—

(Liam will definitely like whichever dress I choose myself.)

Kate: I’ll choose this dress, then. It's simple, yet beautiful.

Victor: … Ahh, I was also thinking that this dress especially suits you.

The moment I chose a dress, two servants escorted me out of the room; one on either side of me.

Kate: Whoa…!

Victor: Off you go now. See you at tonight’s dinner, Kate.

Victor’s lips formed into a sneaky smile as Kate’s figure disappeared.

Victor: I’m sorry for lying to you, Kate. How very evil of me.

Victor: But that's what makes me a worthy member of Crown. … Ahaha.

…

While Kate was becoming Victor’s plaything, Liam and Harrison were at the train station.

Harrison: — Mission complete.

Liam: …

Harrison: … Hey.

Liam: …

Harrison: Hey, Liam.

Liam: Whoa! Sorry, Harry! I was spacing out while we’re on a mission.

Harrison: It’s fine, we already got the evidence we need about the illegal trades. … You were spacing out because of Kate, weren’t you?

Liam: How did you know?

Harrison: Your face is like an open book, it’d be concerning if I couldn't figure it out.

Harrison: *sigh* Just say it. I’ll listen to you for 5 minutes because that depressed look on your face is annoying.

Liam: … Today is Kate’s last day as a fairytale writer.

Harrison: Ah, yeah. I heard from her that she’s leaving the castle tonight.

Liam: … What?

Liam: Kate is leaving tonight…?

Harrison: Yeah. Victor’s having a dinner party tonight to thank Kate for her efforts or something.

Liam: I- I didn’t know—

Harrison: He hid the truth from you because he didn't know how you would take it, or you might slip into depression.

Harrison: That’s why he told Kate to not tell you until the very last minute. I mean, that’s just my guess.

Liam: That’s not…

Harrison: …

Harrison: Look, Liam. Kate did great. She never once gave up on you, no matter what.

Harrison: She reached out her hand to you like a fool, smiling brightly next to you.

Harrison: But you shouldn't take for granted that she'll forever be with you, you know?

Liam: That’s not what I think at all…!

Harrison: If that's the case—

Harrison: Let me make this clear to you. If you want something, reach out for it yourself. You have the freedom to do so.

Liam: Then…

Liam: … What about Kate’s freedom and happiness?

Liam: Crown isn’t a group of heroes fighting for justice. Will she really be happy in this sort of environment…?

Liam: Besides, Kate used to work at the post office. I’m sure she has friends there.

Liam: Meanwhile, I have nothing. Kate and I are two worlds apart. A-And yet, if I tie her down because of my selfishness—

Harrison: … Hey.

Harrison: Why do you get to decide what’s freedom and happiness for Kate? That’s selfish.

Liam: … What.

Harrison: That girl is no weakling, nor is she an idiot.

Harrison: You should let her listen to your feelings and make the decision herself.

Harrison: You know her character better than anyone else. She’s the woman you’re in love with.

Liam: …

Liam: … Thanks. Thanks, Harry!

Liam: I- I have to get to Kate!

Harrison: Huh? Hey, Liam, wait—

With the agility of a cat, Liam pushed his way through the crowd of people boarding the steam train and ran off.

Harrison: No way, is he leaving me here even though we’re going back to the same place?

Harrison: …

Harrison: … Geez, I’m not used to being this meddlesome.

…

Tonight, the usually quiet Castle seemed more lively.

Kate: Wow…!

(There’s meat, fish, and desserts. What a lavish feast!)

(He even invited a live orchestra…)

While I was admiring the extravagant dishes on the dining table and enjoying the beautiful music in the background, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Ellis: Good evening, Kate. … You look especially beautiful tonight.

Elbert: … Al. Does Kate look beautiful tonight?

Alfons: You’re asking that at this time in front of the lady, very unromantic.

Alfons: I believe it's a tie this time.

Elbert: A tie. … That’s too difficult.

Jude: Why are the servants here? They must've mistaken this place for their living quarters.

Kate: I asked Victor to invite all the members of Crown here tonight. Should I not have done that…?

Jude: Are you going to chase them away if I say no? Do whatever you want.

Kate: Okay! Thanks, Jude.

Jude: … Tch, you’re so noisy.

Roger: Haha. You’ve gotten used to dealing with Jude, little lady. Good job.

It now felt rather comforting to see the uniqueness of everyone at Crown.

One month ago, I never would've dared to imagined that such a day would come.

Ellis: Hm?

Ellis: Victor is performing magic tricks by himself, and where are Harrison and Liam…?

William: They went to complete a mission. They should be returning soon.

(... Right.)

(I made the decision of staying and continuing my work as a fairytale writer, without discussing it with Liam.)

(What will Liam think when he hears about my decision? Will he be happy? Or…)

What Liam and I had between us wasn't as simple as like versus dislike.

No matter what Liam felt about me, he would hesitate to reach out for me.

All his life, Liam had been stripped of the right to have a purpose. He was trampled on and had no freedom to be himself.

I knew that Liam would have difficulty reaching for what he truly wanted.

(I don’t want a lot.)

(All I want is to stay by Liam's side, that alone is enough to make me happy.)

My feelings were most definitely not a lie, but there was a certain burning desire in my heart that I couldn't get over.

(I’m fine if it’ll only happen “someday”. It doesn't matter when that “someday” will be.)

(It’d make me so happy if someday, Liam would want me…)

I wanted him to touch my hair, body, and heart as he wished. I wanted him to take all of me.

(I’m being so selfish.)

(Before meeting Liam, I never knew I had this side of me.)

— But there was no going back to how things were before I met Liam.

(I want to see him as soon as possible.)

Elbert: … The song changed.

Roger: It’s time to dance — come, little lady. It’d be a big waste for you to be a wallflower.

Roger: You’ll be my dance partner. … What do you say?

Roger pulled me closer by the waist, taking me by surprise.

(R-Roger?)

And in that instant, someone brushed Roger’s hand off me.

Liam: … *pant*... *pant*...

Liam: … *pant*... Roger, you tried to touch Kate because you heard me coming, didn't you?

Roger: Heh.

Roger: Catch you later, little lady. I feel like getting a beer. Join me, Jude.

Jude: Hah? Why me? Go drink alone if you want, quack.

I knew from the sweet smell of vanilla that it was Liam standing there, panting next to my shoulder.

Our eyes met, and Liam got down on his knees in a captivatingly beautiful way.

Liam: Kate. I’m really, really, sorry for being late.

He held out the bouquet of pink modern roses he hid behind his back.

When I received it, a fresh and sweet scent tickled my nostrils.

Kate: This is…

Liam: All this time, I’ve been thinking a lot about things like your happiness and freedom.

Liam: But the more I thought about it… I realised that, to you, I’ll only be a shadow at your feet.

Kate: L… Liam…

Liam: Shadows never disappear. That’s why, I wanted to just tell you “bye bye, be well”.

(...)

Liam: That really was what I wanted to say. I told myself that I could do it, because acting is what I’m good at.

Liam: But… but…

Liam ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

Liam: But, I’m sorry… I can’t.

Thump. Thump. My heart started pounding loudly in my chest.

(I don’t expect much.)

(Although that was what I’ve been thinking…)

I held my breath and looked into his eyes, not wanting to wait even another second to hear him continue speaking.

Liam: Kate. Back then, I couldn’t take your hand.

– Flashback Start –

Liam: I couldn’t take your hand back then.

Liam: But…

Kate: You don’t have to force yourself to say something. When you’re ready, you can tell me.

Liam: … Tell you?

Kate: Yes. Things like… what’s on your mind, what’s making you happy, or what’s hurting you.

– Flashback End –

(Is he about to tell me what he couldn’t say that night?)

Liam: I couldn’t bring myself to reach for your hand that you so desperately held out to me.

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The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter length - 2,060 words A/N - Ya'll thought I forgot about this, huh? I didn't lolol. I was in the process of writing this and then I had other WIPs going as well lol. I should have another chapter coming up soon.

I'm still wondering my series chapters are shorter lolol.

Chapter 006 - Teasing

"So Y/N..." Johnny muttered one day as you met up for breakfast with him, Renjun and Yangyang in the apartment's cafeteria. Mark declined on breakfast, saying that he was too busy with this new project that he was working on. "Mark?"

"Uh huh..." You nodded, looking down at your breakfast. "What about him?"

"Are you dating Mark?" Renjun asked curiously. "Have you-"

"We're just going on dates." You shook your head. "And no, we have not fucked yet."

"Why not?" Yangyang gasped. "You guys seem like a perfect match!"

"Uh…I don't know." You shrugged. "Maybe I'm afraid to lose myself in him."

"Do you really think you could fall in love with Mark?" Johnny asked cautiously.

"No, not at all." You scoffed. "Just taking things slow."

"Wait, wait…" Yangyang interrupted you. "Hold on. Slow? How do you define 'slow'? One date every week?"

"Well, actually..." You chuckled lightly. "Two dates per week."

"Come on Y/N!" Renjun sighed, waving his hand. "This is ridiculous. Two dates a week? Seriously?"

"Shut up Renjun." You rolled your eyes. "Anyway, it's only been a few weeks. I mean, that's nothing considering how long I've been single."

"And yet you're happy?" Yangyang raised an eyebrow.

"Yup. Happy as a clam." You replied.

Yangyang looked over at Renjun who was nodding his head in agreement.

"I see." Renjun said slowly. "Then I hope that this doesn't change between you and Mark. Ever since you decided on Mark, the three of us has decided its probably better to be friends and help cheer you and Mark on."

The other men clearly complained that you were playing favorites when you told them that you and Mark would be going on dates. Johnny had heaved a heavy sighed, running a hand through his hair before giving you a hug and saying that he wished you all the best since Mark definitely needed to get laid. Both Renjun and Yangyang, slightly disappointed that they were booted off the running list, was cheering you on. You had established a comradery with the three men, the three allying themselves to beat up Mark if he ever hurt you.

You doubt it would happen since Mark was the sweetest guy. But you were happy to have new friends like them.

"Thank you." You nodded gratefully. "We haven't known each other that long but you guys are great. I wish everyone were like you guys."

"Now enough about that." Johnny waved his hand. "How's your novel coming along? You getting any inspirations from your dates with Mark?"

"Err…yeah." You shook your head. "A lot actually."

"What kind of inspirations?" Yangyang asked curiously.

"Well…" You chewed on your lip nervously. "He makes me feel different."

"Different how?" Yangyang raised an eyebrow.

"Good different." You shrugged. "Everything feels different when I'm with him. Like everything else falls away and all I focus on is him."

"That sounds great." Johnny grinned widely. "Is he good in bed too?"

"Did you forget the part where I said we haven't fucked yet?" You rolled your eyes. Renjun and Yangyang burst out laughing while Johnny simply held up his hands in defense. "Mark’s playing hard to get."

"Look at the bright side, Y/N." Renjun chuckled. "Once you two fuck, everything is gonna become clear. Because right now you're lost."

"Thanks." You gave him a weak smile. "Now back to the subject at hand."

"Alrighty then." Yangyang smiled happily. "Well I suggest you continue writing. Write as much as you can whenever you can. Maybe Mark would give you more ideas on how to spice up your book."

"True." You nodded. "Thank you."

"Hey guys." Mark called out, startling you.

You jumped slightly, catching a glimpse of Mark holding two cups of coffee and a plate of waffles. He glanced at you with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry." He chuckled lightly. "Didn't mean to scare you. I actually had some time to get breakfast."

"No problem." You smiled warmly. "Hey, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead." Mark took a seat next to you.

"Well…" You fidgeted with your fingers. "Since we’ve been going on these dates, my inspiration seems to be flowing in abundance. What do you think is causing it?"

"My charm." Mark shrugged casually.

You narrowed your eyes. "No way."

"Of course." Mark laughed. "I have plenty of charms that would bring forth ideas. You have been writing a lot lately. My charm has definitely played a part in that."

"I'm starting to notice." You nodded slowly.

"And then there's my voice." He continued. "The deep sexy tone that sends shivers down your spine."

"Okay." You mumbled.

"There's also my personality." He added. "The way I smile when I'm happy, the smirk on my lips when I'm in deep thought…"

"Just hurry up and fuck already, you two." Johnny chortled. "Your flirting is hurting my eyes."

"You jealous bro?" Mark teased. "Don't worry, your turn will come too."

"Hahaha." Johnny laughed. "Fuck you, Mark. Fuck you real hard."

"Ooh! Now that is the mark of true friendship." You chuckled.

"Oh, yeah." Mark suddenly clapped his hands together, causing everyone to look at him. "What are you doing tomorrow night? Writing or being a lazy fart?"

"Uhm…" You bit your lip. "Writing actually."

"Excellent!" Mark declared. "Come over to my place around eight o'clock. I'm sure I can come up with a few story ideas that will make your fingers bleed from writing so fast."

"Great." You nodded, raising an eyebrow. "So what kind of story ideas?"

"A sexy superhero tale of romance." He smiled wickedly. "You in a black leather catsuit with spiky armor?"

"You wish." You snorted. “Although that does sound pretty sexy…”

"Ha ha." He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll be waiting for you then."

"Sounds great." You smiled.

"See ya then." Mark waved as he stood up, placing his cup of coffee and the plate of waffles on the table. "Bye Y/N."

"Bye Mark." You waved back.

“Y’all gonna fuck.” Johnny laughed from his seat once Mark was out of earshot. You nearly forgot he was there.

“Mmmhmmm.” Renjun agreed. “They’re going to fuck. Mark’s gonna fuck.”

“They won’t stay friends after this.” Yangyang predicted.

“Nope.” Johnny nodded his head. “Not after Mark fucks her. There’s nothing more for him than to stick his dick in her and send her back home so she can go back to writing porn.”

“Lord. Why am I friends with you guys?” You muttered, burying your face in your hands.

You groaned inwardly. For the past hour you sat in front of your laptop screen, trying to write but having absolutely zero luck whatsoever. The spark of inspiration was completely gone. The idea of having sex with Mark made your imagination run wild but once you tried to write down your thoughts into sentences, the words failed to flow. All you ended up with were meaningless nonsense. You kept re-reading your last paragraph, trying to see if there was anything wrong with it. But for the life of you, you couldn't understand why you couldn't write anything decent. This wasn't the first time you found yourself in this situation but it was becoming increasingly frustrating. Your excitement for writing seemed to disappear as you stared blankly at your screen. You didn't even know where to start anymore. So you closed your laptop and went to take a shower. Maybe you should try again later when you were feeling less distracted. Or maybe sleep. That always helped.

With that, you walked to the bedroom, stripping off your clothes as you headed to the bathroom. After you shut the door behind you, you started up the shower, letting the water flow over your body. Once you felt clean, you turned the water off, wrapping a towel around yourself before walking towards the closet. Your mind wandered aimlessly as you picked out your clothes for the day. Black pants and a red shirt that made you look a bit more feminine than usual. A white undershirt completed the outfit and a pair of flats finished off your ensemble.

Once you were dressed, you grabbed your phone and wallet, leaving your unit and making your way to Mark's unit across the hall.

You arrived a little earlier than you planned. Luckily, Mark hadn't locked the door yet so you easily slipped inside without difficulty. Your eyes swept across the room until they rested on the man sitting on the couch. You didn't need to see him close up to recognize him as Mark. It was written all over his handsome face.

You smiled softly, tiptoeing towards the couch.

He was engrossed in a game, completely oblivious to your presence. With a simple gesture, you placed your hands gently on either side of his face, bringing his gaze up to meet yours. Mark blinked rapidly, blushing furiously when he finally realized that you were standing inches away from him.

"Hi Mark." You whispered quietly.

"Hey Y/N." Mark grinned shyly, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Thought you almost forgot our meet-up."

"Mmhmm." You nodded, biting your lower lip. You let out a laugh. "I almost did forget."

"What am I going to do with you?" Mark hummed as you sat next to him on the couch. "How's the writing sesh?"

"Horrible." You answered immediately. "None of the words want to come out. It's just I'm having trouble thinking straight right now."

"Maybe you should take a break." Mark suggested. "Take a breather, gather your thoughts and try again."

"Hmm…maybe." You tilted your head to the side. "Why don't you distract me instead? Just say something to get my attention. Something really sexy that'll make me lose my train of thought."

Mark bit his bottom lip, contemplating whether or not he could pull it off. The problem was that he didn't want to disappoint you. You were older than him by four years and way more experienced when it came to sex. You practically knew all the tricks.

It took a moment for Mark to summon up the courage to speak up.

"I don't think-"

"Say it." You cut him off, cutting his sentence short. "Or else I might find myself using my evil plan B."

"B, what?" Mark stammered.

"B. Bedroom." You leaned forward, pressing your chest against his.

"I thought we agreed on no sex." Mark frowned. "Just dates."

"Then hurry up and say it. Now." You insisted. "I need you to distract me."

Mark sighed, giving in. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead, he simply pressed his lips firmly against yours, drawing a sharp gasp from your lungs. His lips tasted faintly of coffee and it made you wonder what he was drinking. Then again, it could be just a natural taste that existed due to proximity. You ran your fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of its silky strands brushing against your skin. Mark slowly parted his lips, allowing you to deepen the kiss further. He moaned lightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You melted against him, opening your legs to allow him better access.

"Damn it." Mark grunted. "This is way harder than I expected."

"Are you done?" You asked teasingly. "Because if you keep kissing me like that I'm going to have great stories to tell the guys. Trust me. They'll love it."

"God damn it." Mark cursed, pressing his forehead against yours. "Wasn't this distracting enough?"

"Yes." You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. "If you promise to kiss me like that again, then I'll refrain from banging you right here and now."

"Deal." Mark smiled cheekily. "But only if you promise to write one of those sexy superhero stories about us."

"Deal." You chuckled.

"Now come on, get off me." Mark laughed, trying to push you off his lap.

You allowed yourself to be pushed off and got up from the couch, giggling as you placed your hands on his cheeks, bringing them up to press a kiss on his lips. "I'm still going to tell the guys that you kissed me. And it'll be a hell of a story."

"Alright." Mark chuckled. "Let's just hope that you can write something worth reading. No cheating, okay?"

"No cheating." You giggled. "Promise."

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[orpiknight]

So....what is your take on Aziraphale's last"I forgive you?

I took it as a, "you're making a mistake, and I forgive you" after that KISS UGH IM STILL ANGY

Oh boy. Kewkies coming at me with the big ones. Alrighty.

I think there are several things as to what it could mean. That it's a layered situation...

Maybe "I forgive you" could be a bit of a nervous "I don't know what to do or what else to say". And a follow-over from Season 1. A reaction for when Crowley digs his heels in and asserts something that makes Aziraphale uncomfortable. Or that he should be offended by. Is he offended by the kiss? Did he dislike it? No, I personally don't think so. But should he? By an angel's standards, who shouldn't be able to fall in love, especially with a demon? To like being intimate with a demon? Probably.

Maybe "I forgive you" for impulsively forcing him to have to face their feelings in such a dramatic way. For Crowley making his desperate last-ditch attempt be their first kiss. Something that's overtly tangible and inarguably happened.

Maybe "I forgive you" in a redemption sense. To press the idea that Crowley isn't unforgivable and could come to Heaven with him right then if he would only accept it. This could be Aziraphale's desperate last-ditch attempt. If he says it stubbornly enough, then maybe it can mean something. "I forgive you, so damn it Crowley, come on. Get it together and come with me." But that's meaningless to Crowley, because he doesn't care if someone gives him a ticket back to Heaven. He doesn't want to. Don't bother even trying.

Maybe "I forgive you" for not understanding that his plan, in his mind, is the best thing for them to do. For giving up on Heaven instead of trying to make a difference. For suggesting they run away and give up on earth instead of trying to protect it from Heaven's plans. For not believing in Aziraphale to have the ability to achieve this vision, which must hurt. Or that they could work together to achieve it.

And yes. Maybe "you're making a mistake, and I forgive you." That Aziraphale thinks he's being short-sighted. That Crowley's choice means he can't see the big picture and is being ignorant. That he's making a mistake, but Aziraphale forgives him for it anyway.

Several possibilities. Which is what these are. Not saying any of these are definitely correct.

And Crowley's disappointed sigh and "don't bother" could be in response to any of it. I can imagine how he wouldn't have it in him to deal with Aziraphale's conflicted feelings dredging up the forgiveness thing again. Don't bother starting that, he can't even engage it.

I believe the whole thing is layered. It goes on during a situation that's extremely difficult for them to catch their breath. So much had just happened. It's all been very emotional and full of new things. Crowley even looked exhausted by that point. Aziraphale was feeling a lot of pressure from multiple factors.

I bet we'll get even more insight for analysis of this all over again next season.

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[darcymariaphoster]

Any headcanons about what the Nordics houses look like?

Can you rank them from most to least stylish?

What’s they favourite animal each & would they have one as a pet?

Alrighty. All my thoughts. It's gonna be sorta long -- sorry in advance! Headcanons below ⬇️

Houses

I'm a little uncertain about Iceland's house, at least as far as architecture or exterior goes. I feel like, though, his home is cozy and warm and just very inviting. Maybe slightly cluttered, probably because he tends to start something and then get distracted and only sometimes comes back to his project. And he probably also has stacks of books because I know he's a reader.

I'm also not super sure about Finland's house? I feel like he's always off on adventures, so the stuff around his house is kind of haphazard. He has a big mix-match of aesthetics, because I think he gets an idea into his head and he'll start it but then get going on another. He needs a designer to come in and help him sort his life. He's all about that overwhelmed deep clean when he's like, "Something *has* to get done."

Sweden's house is modern and sleek, minimalistic. Everything has a purpose -- even aesthetic. He keeps a pretty organised house, and minimalism helps because I feel like organising and cleaning is most definitely not something he enjoys doing. But everything still manages to be cozy. Cool colors. And a garden in his backyard.

Denmark is all about the architecture. Cool and unique, probably multi-functional -- like an outdoor living wall or something along those lines. He's a neat freak, so of course it's tidy and clean. But it's also full of loud colors and lots of knickknacks and photographs all over. He has all sorts of books stacked up all over that he grumbles about whenever he has to clean, and some video games around. Everything has a place and he's really the one who knows where everything goes.

Norway... Is a thrifter. And by that, I mean he just "borrows" stuff from his friends/family and then they end up as decor in his house. He has books and pillows from the other Nordics, and throw blankets that they've gifted him. He's definitely the kind of guy who ends up leaving stuff around the house with the mindset of "I'll get to it" and some of it just ends up becoming part of the decor at some point. 🤷 He probably has a cabin-style home, though. Very comfortable and woodsy.

Styles

Um. I feel like that goes Sweden, Norway, Denmark(?), Finland, Iceland. Although I am torn with swapping Finland and Denmark. Iceland's style is objective, to be honest. I feel like they all have neat styles that fit them, but something about Finland taking comfort as a priority and Iceland trying to keep up with trends, and then... Hold on. On that note: Sweden, Norway, Finland, Iceland, Denmark. Idk. Denmark just has fun vibes where he cares less about style and more about comfort and color. To be fair, he probably knows how to dress well, he just likes the reaction he gets.

Animals

There's only one that I don't think has a pet because he's too afraid of accidentally killing it somehow, and that would be Iceland. Norway loves his pet, though he has the same fears as his little brother. Then there's Mathias who probably should not own a pet because he's a bit scatterbrained. Finland is really good at taking care of his pet, while everyone thinks that he shouldn't actually own a pet. Literally the only person who is responsible enough to own a pet doesn't actually have one -- Sweden.

Their favorite animals:

Iceland - I feel like he doesn't have a favorite; he loves all animals. Of course he's partial to the puffin. He has a barn cat, aka a cat that he found and feeds and it brings him mice and he panics.

Norway - rabbits and cats, probably. Thanks @pvffinsdaisies. I can see him with either, but I feel like probably a cat because they're a lot less maintenance. There's a lot less that can go wrong.

Sweden - Okay, I can see him liking little animals like mice and hamsters and hedgehogs and the like. He does not have a pet.

Denmark - I feel like he's probably a bird person, in his heart. He loves parrots and song birds and he's fascinated by the predator birds. He owns a dog, though. A bigger breed that he takes on runs twice a day.

Finland - Honestly? I feel like he likes horses a lot, but also rabbits and dogs and snakes and spiders. He has a puppy, of course!

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[kinkandkreep]

Connor Kenway: Celebratory Birthday Headcanons- Part 3

A/N: Alrighty y’all, here’s part 3 of the Connor-canons! For those who are just joining us, first of all, welcome! We’re doing celebratory Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway birthday headcanons! There’s been two other parts thus far, the Yandere!TOKW au relationship headcanons and the non-yan canonical au relationship headcanons. These will simply be the modern!au non-yan headcanons w/o the relationship aspect. I hope you all enjoy! Also, please feel free to send in Connor related asks and requests. I’d be more than happy to gush about him to anyone willing to listen and share. (Also this is a long one, so buckle up folks.🙃)

Modern!Connor Kenway Headcanons

Right off the bat this man loves pizza

It’s like his favorite food

He also a big fan of eggs and different kinds of meat, so he likes that he can have both on a pizza, i.e a breakfast pizza

(The Palmeros ones from Walmart are really nice actually so if y’all like breakfast pizza and haven’t tried ‘em you should 👀)

He’s also quite fond of hearty soups, but I think we all coulda figured that out

Idk why but I always feel like Connor takes good care of his hands

I mean, he takes very good care of his hygiene overall but I feel that his hands are particularly important to him

Canonically, he’s only supposed to be like 6’0 but I don’t think any of us in the community accept that so let’s say that he’s actually more like 6’5 😂

I say that because since he has such an imposing figure, he recognizes that people might be wary of him upon first glance

Also, being as big and built as he is, he sweats a fair amount (not like, abnormally, just probably more than the average sized man) 

He takes such good care of himself because A.) that’s what you’re supposed to do and B.) he’s very conscious about the way he smells and presents himself to others 

Of course we know that Ratonhnhaké:ton is Native American and the Mohawk people in particular aren’t fond of being touched by people they aren’t familiar with, as is demonstrated by Ratonhnhaké:ton throughout the game 

But I maintain that he is still of mixed race, and so, as he’s been exposed to American society at large, he’s become only marginally more comfortable touching and being touched by others 

What I mean to say, is that he definitely won’t be going in for a hug if he’s only just met you, but he’s slightly more willing to accept and return a cordial handshake

As far as further physical contact goes, the most he’s got is a clap on the shoulder for his homies and a bear hug if you’re his lady

I’m not super sure where my mind is in terms of age for Con-Con man for this set of headcanons, but I’m thinkin’ he’s late college age, so like 22 onward

That being said, Connor attended Dartmouth College and earned his Bachelor’s degree in environmental engineering 

He also minored in zoology, his focus being on canines, namely wolves 

(I really wanted to say that he did something a little less rigid and attended a trade school, but I couldn’t reconcile that with his intended degree/career path 😭)

Taking into account his degree, I’d say Connor’s favorite subjects in school were…well, environmental science and, perhaps surprisingly, home economics 

He was skilled at math and reasoning but wasn’t very fond of the curriculum, though he enjoyed the skill application aspect, and he was a very strong reader but just preferred to be more active and hands-on, so reading was done more so out of necessity for him instead of enjoyment 

English is still his second language, but he speaks it better than a number of his peers

Since this is a modern!au, he’s comfortable enough with English to use contractions and rarely does he omit them from his speech

Connor has very pretty teeth, and a stunning smile

When he chooses to show it 🙃

You see it most often if you’re his best friend or his girlfriend

His mother sees it often as well

He has a somewhat strained relationship with his father, Haytham

He and Connor’s mother were married for a time but divorced when Connor entered adolescence

The split was amicable, and both Haytham and Ziio still hold love for each other 

Connor, however, knows that the reason for the split is that Haytham was far too ambitious to ever settle down fully and live the life of a family man

Though still young when he and Ziio got married and had Connor, Haytham got antsy as both he and Connor grew older and Connor became more independent, and the older man couldn’t reconcile his desire to “be free” with his married home life

Connor resents him for that, as his mother, though she hid it well, was clearly heartbroken by the decision to divorce, even though it was mutual

Haytham does still provide for Ziio as she doesn’t work, and hasn’t for Connor’s entire life

He also offered to pay for Connor’s schooling, but it was fully covered by grants and scholarships so he declined

He didn’t want to owe his father anything anyway

So, in this modern!au, where does the name Connor originate from?

Well, Connor is an Irish name, derived from the word Conchobar, meaning “lover of hounds”

When Ziio was pregnant with Ratonhnhaké:ton and living with Haytham, they rescued an older dog that had been left injured and abandoned on the side of the road

Ziio, probably due to pregnancy hormones, felt an extreme call to help the poor animal and insisted that Haytham at least carry him to the vet

Begrudgingly, Haytham agreed, not wanting to upset his already delicate wife further

After getting the pup to the vet and following his treatment, Ziio decided she wanted to adopt the dog, as it seemed to have grown fond of her, in particular her belly, in the short time they’d spent in each other’s presence

Bringing the dog home, who the vet determined was a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog and about 7 years old at that point, Ziio and Haytham named him Noble

Noble kept by Kaniehtí:io’s side for the rest of her pregnancy and stayed close even as she gave birth at home 

He immediately took to protecting and interacting with baby Ratonhnhaké:ton and the baby seemed completely unafraid of the pup 

This inspired Haytham, who suggested the name Connor to Ziio, as he’d heard the name during one of his previous excursions overseas and thought it fitting for his common name

Ziio agreed, and the name has stuck ever since 

Whew, now that we got that all squared away, back to Connor’s actual headcanons 🙃

You know, I don’t think Connor would be a stoner stoner, he would try a couple times and decide he likes the calming after-effect, but not the lack of alertness associated with the high

While we’re on the topic, he prefers brownies over cookies 

Also, while Connor is a chocolate person, he prefers overall savory foods over sweet ones 

Dark chocolate will always be his guilty pleasure treat though 

Connor likes antiques and old cars, and so he drives a ‘76 Chevrolet Scottsdale that he bought from one of his mom’s friends, an older war veteran by the name of Achilles Davenport 

Achilles acts as Connor’s pseudo-grandfather, and Connor spent many summers in his teenage years helping Mr. Davenport fix up his house- a large manor on the Massachusetts hillside- and, by way of Mr. Davenport’s tutelage, learning how to repair vehicles and hunt/track animals

Connor also worked a lot in his teenage years, and still continues to support himself, more out of a simple desire to be self-sufficient than anything else 

When he wasn’t helping Achilles, he did some odd jobs here and there, before finally settling for some time as an apprentice for a land surveyor

Connor was quick to learn the skills associated with land surveying and impressed his boss so much that the man wrote him a stellar letter of recommendation when he applied to Dartmouth 

He even offered to employ Connor full time once he graduated, but Connor politely declined the offer, saying that he wanted to do a little more job exploration before settling at one place 

(The man was very understanding and assured Connor that if he ever decided he wanted to come back, there would always be a position open for him)

While in grade school, Connor was that guy that everyone loved and who was very, genuinely kind and helpful, but who also took no shit from anyone and would beat up bullies 😂

Everyone also knew he had a strong aversion to being touched and had a pretty severe case of RBF, but his puppy dog eyes and willingness to lend a helping hand was so precious they loved him anyway 😭

Speaking of RBF, his mom and dad both have serious cases as well, and that’s where he gets it from

He also just naturally has an extremely low tolerance for BS and it shows 

Now ladies and gents, a rapid fire round of headcanons for Connor to wrap everything up in a neat little bow 😁

Rapid Fire Connor-Canons

He really enjoys karaoke

None of his friends have ever seen him with his hair down

Once when he was little, Connor wandered off on his own and followed a wolf back to her den, where he was subsequently amazed upon witnessing her tend to her cubs

He got in a whole heap of trouble upon being found and was forbidden from going outside period for like 3 months and couldn’t go outside unattended for a further 6 

He thinks pineapple on pizza should be a crime punishable by an ass whoopin’

Learned parkour from A.) a lot of trial and error and B.) watchin’ a bunch a guys do tricks and stuff on Youtube

Tends to swear at people in his native language 

Doesn’t like how jittery coffee makes him feel 

Is ambidextrous but favors his left hand to throw and his right hand to write

At Haytham’s behest, Connor took archery and horseback riding classes from the ages of 10-13

He never competed, but was noted for his skill at both 

Isn’t at all ashamed about the fact that he gets mani-pedis

Is teaching himself how to play the acoustic guitar 

His favorite drink is the Arnold Palmer with unsweet tea

Lowkey cried the first time he watched Forrest Gump

Rage quits his video games 🙃

Is actually very civil when playing board games, and he loves Monopoly (he prefers the version with cash instead of card) 

Has never screamed (like, as in a frightened scream, he yells at people all the time 🙃)

Adores dogs

And dogs are inexplicably drawn to him as well

Has a budget and sticks to it (like a baddie 💁🏾‍♀️💅🏾)

Overall, modern!Connor is a very respectable, well-rounded young man with bright prospects and a positive outlook 😁

#connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #ac3 #assassin's creed 3 #ac3 headcanons #connor kenway headcanons #ratonhnhaké:ton headcanons

[lordofthenerds97]

Wasting Away: Chapter 6

Rating: M for eventual chapters, mild cursing, and nonexplicit sexual content Pairing: Eddie x Reader, Past Billy x Reader, and onesided Steve x Reader if you squint Summary: You were broken. Falling apart. Trying to put yourself back together. Whatever the hell they wanted to call it. All you knew was you were hurting. The Upside Down had been the bane of your existence for a long time. But now you had a reason to hate it. Will your hatred be enough to help take down the latest in a long line of monsters? TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: • Mild Panic Attack • Survivor's Guilt • Mentions of Therapy Masterlist

The bell dinged above you as you walked into the small mechanic’s shop. You paused for a moment, the smell of motor oil, grease, and fumes hitting your nose. 

“Hold on!”

You barely registered the voice calling out to you as you looked around. Things had changed since the last time you’d been in there. The shelves had been moved around, other racks had been added, and there were even displays set up. The small and miscellaneous parts had been organized and were hanging in their proper places with the price tags displayed neatly above them. “Damn,” you muttered. Before Mack’s wife, Helen, had retired, the place was more well kept than what Mack himself would do. But you hadn’t ever seen it like this. 

The last time you’d been in there with Billy, you had to help him dig through multiple bins to find the right wrenches and screws he needed.

Mack’s small shop had definitely gotten an upgrade. 

“Hey sweetheart,”

You looked up from the shelf at the sound of the familiar voice. “Eddie?”

He had poked his head through the door leading to the actual shop, grinning at you. “What’s up?”

“I didn’t know you worked here,” you said dumbly. You were pretty sure the expression on your face matched the tone of your voice.  

He chuckled. “What, do you think Mack managed to do all this himself?” he asked as he stepped behind the counter. His hair was tied into a messy bun at the base of his neck to keep it out of his face as he worked. He looked at the oil filter you were holding. “That all you need, doll?”

You smiled. That explained all the upgrades. But then his question registered, and you pursed your lips. “Actually, no…”

He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms as he leaned against the old counter beside the register. “I’m at your service.”

Taking a breath, you looked at him hopefully. “I need to see about ordering some specialty parts, and how much it’s going to cost.”

That caught his interest. “Really? What are you working on?”

You sighed. “A pet project…one that’s going to take a long time to finish.”

Hearing the tone of your voice, Eddie softened. “Alrighty. Whatcha need?”

Realizing he wasn’t going to push you for more information, your eyes lit up and you smiled at him. You wanted to tell him about the “surprise” that Dustin and Steve had set up for you. But if you were being honest with yourself, you were still trying to wrap your head around what they had done. “A few things. Let’s start with a four barrel Holley carburetor.” 

Eddie grabbed a notepad from the opposite side of the register and began writing. “Uh huh,”

“Rear drum brakes for a ‘78 Chevy,”

“Mhm.”

“Probably a new vacuum modulator.”

He continued to scribble as you listed off a few more parts. He listened patiently as you went down the list. You couldn’t help but wince as you continued telling him what you needed. It was a long list. And it was going to be expensive. 

“That should be it.”

He looked at the list and let out a low whistle. “Damn, sweetheart. Looks like you’ve got a hell of a project going on.”

You let out a snort. “Bit of an understatement,” you muttered. In actuality, you were pretty much rebuilding the entire thing from scratch. And at the moment, you were thanking God above that Billy had taught you so much about his car. “Gonna take me a while.” 

Eddie pursed his lips and read over the list. “Well, I think I might have a spare modulator laying around. Just changed a few out and we ordered some extras. ‘78, you said, right?”

You nodded. 

“Cool. Drum brakes were going to be on our next order, we just ran out. That Holley is probably gonna not take the prettiest penny.” 

You nodded. That wasn’t a surprise. 

“All in all sweetheart…you’re looking at about $2,500, give or take.”

That was actually a little less than you had been expecting, considering the amount of parts you needed to get. “Not bad,” you said. 

Eddie looked at you. “Are you gonna want to order now or wait a bit?”

You paused for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip as you thought. “I’ll get the modulator, the filter, and preorder the brakes for now.”

He nodded. “Gotcha. Both sets?”

“Yep.”

“Cool. I’ll make sure we order those today. They should be here the end of the week.” 

“Nice.”

He grabbed a binder from under the counter and flipped through it, looking for what you assumed was the part numbers. He mumbled to himself as he scanned the laminated pages and tapped a few things into the register. “Three hundred twenty five and thirty-two cents.” he said, looking up at you. “That okay?”

You nodded, setting your small bag onto the counter to dig through and find your wallet. “How long have you worked here?” you asked.

He shrugged. “A year or so. Mack liked to keep me in the back for a while. He needed an extra set of hands in the shop. Said he couldn’t find any mechanics worth a shit.”

You snorted. “Sounds like Mack.”

“Not to sound like a stereotype,” he said, looking up at you as you handed him four hundred. “But where’d you learn to work on cars?”

Your throat tightened momentarily. You cleared it before you spoke. “Billy,” you said. “He was determined to teach me everything he could. Said he wanted me to know what was going on and to make sure that I wouldn’t get swindled. It helped that he was always working on his car. I learned a lot.” 

He nodded. “Good. Thankfully Mack isn’t like a lot of other mechanics, but I’ve seen plenty of assholes in my time try and take advantage of a woman who doesn’t know shit about her car. I’m glad you know what you’re doing.” 

You laughed. “I don’t think I know exactly what I’m doing, but I think I can wing it for the most part.”

Eddie chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Sweetheart, I don’t think this pet project is something you should wing. Sounds important. And expensive.” 

“Eh, we’ll see.”  you said with a smile. “Thanks Eddie.” 

“No problem.” He grinned at you. “Aside from working on your special project, what else are you up to on this fine afternoon?”

You sighed and took the bag that he offered you. “Trying to catch up on homework. I managed most of what Dusty brought me when I missed a few days last week. Now I just have to try and stomach the assignments I have tonight.”

Eddie snorted. “I understand. Seems to me like teachers should spend more time teaching us what will actually get us by in this world instead of the infinite numbers of pi.”

“Seriously,” you said. “I’m trying to keep up with what I have, plus trying to keep my grades up while I look at different colleges.”

He raised an eyebrow and resumed his casual stance leaning against the counter. “College? I didn’t think that was an aspiration of yours.”

You shrugged. “Honestly, it’s more to keep my parents happy than anything. I don’t particularly want to go to college, but hey, there’s always something to learn.” 

“Any idea on what you’d want to study?”

A sigh escaped your lips. “I don’t know…I love science though. If I did actually go, I’d probably pick something in that area.” You laughed before adding on, “Honestly, you’d probably think I’m crazy if I told you the type of reading I do for fun.”

His expression turned serious. “Sweetheart, I’ve seen and heard a lot out of you, and I haven’t ever thought you’re crazy. I doubt there’s anything you could say that would make me think that.”

What if I told you there was an alternate dimension that has portals in Hawkins and has repeatedly split the fabric of the universe apart? What if I told you that it wasn’t an explosion that killed Billy, it was a telepathic monster made of the flesh and bones of the humans it had him lure to it’s lair?

You fought back the intrusive thoughts and tried to laugh. “You really wanna know?” you asked. 

He nodded enthusiastically. “If you’re interested in it, then its got to be something worth knowing about.” 

You snorted and laughed. “Fine. I like reading about nuclear physics and quantum mechanics.”

His expression was more than a little shocked. “You wanna run that by me again, sweetheart? Just to make sure I heard you right?”

“Um…nuclear physics and quantum mechanics?”

Eddie shook his head. “How the hell did you get into that?”

The Upside Down. Finding a way to stop it.

You shrugged. “There’s a lot in this world we don’t understand. But one day I’d like to be able to. Plus, when you actually read and research, it’s not that hard to understand.”

He nodded. “I think if someone sets their mind to something, then nothing is impossible.”

“Exactly!” You grinned at him. Then an idea popped into your head. “Hey, what’re you doing Saturday night?”

He shrugged. “Not a lot. Coffin has a gig at 12, but before that I’m probably just going to be sitting at home. Why? What’s up?”

“My parents are having some old friends over. I don’t really want to be there, but I promised my mom I would try. She said I could have a friend over too. Would you…would you want to come?”

“Are you asking me on a date, sweetheart? And meeting your parents already?” he teased. 

You laughed. “Talk about moving fast.” you said with a chuckle. “Honestly, I need someone that’s not going to make me feel like jumping off the roof instead of socializing.” 

He nodded. “I understand. Getting yourself back out there after being isolated for so long can be hard.”

“Yeah…and right now I want nothing to do with anyone.” 

Eddie laughed. “I understand that too. What time?”

“You’ll come?” you asked hopefully. 

“Yeah sweetheart, I’ll come. But you gotta let me know what I’m walking into.” he said with a chuckle. “I’m not exactly everyone’s favorite person.” 

Reaching beside him, you grabbed the notebook and pencil he’d been using earlier. “Really nice couple. Known my parents for a long time. They have a kid, but she’s actually pretty cool. Kind of reminds me of Dustin.” After writing down your address, you slid the paper back to him. “They’re gonna love you.”

He raised an eyebrow when he saw the street name, realizing you lived in one of the more upscale areas of Hawkins. “Sounds like fun.” 

You beamed at him and he couldn’t help but smile back. “They’re supposed to come at six. But if you want to come a little earlier, I can introduce you to my parents.”

“Sure. I’ll be there.” 

~*~*~*~

“Honey? You home?”

“Yeah mom!” you called as you shut the front door behind you. You slipped out of your converse and put them on the rack. “I just went by Mack’s.” 

She came around the corner to meet you, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Did you get what you needed?” Her expression was hopeful and you smiled. 

“Not all of it, but I got a good start! Eddie was really helpful. Shocked at how much it was gonna cost, but helpful.” 

“Oh, the mechanic? He changed the oil in the Jeep for me last week. Seems to be a nice kid.” 

You nodded. “I go to school with him.” you said. “Actually…I think I might be making friends?” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” 

“Yeah…funny story, actually.” 

Your mom grinned and took the bag from your hands. “Come on. Tell me about it.” 

You chuckled and followed her into the kitchen. She grabbed two cans of coke from the fridge and handed you one before settling in her chair and looking at you expectantly. 

“So you know the Hellfire Club? The DnD club Dustin and the guys joined?” 

She nodded before rolling her eyes. “You wouldn’t believe the rumors circulating about it.” 

You snorted. “I’m sure they’re al saying that it’s a cult and they’re worshipping the devil.” 

Your mom laughed. “Pretty much.” 

“Doesn’t surprise me.” 

“Me either. Anyways, continue.” 

You cracked open the soda and took a sip. “Eddie is the Dungeon Master. I’ve heard Dustin rant and rave about him. He and Mike have been trying to get me to join a campaign soon, which is happened next weekend by the way. Dustin was hanging around with me during lunch last week and out of nowhere Eddie drops down at our table being all loud ‘n shit. Scares the bejesus out of me and sends me into an attack.” 

The concern on her face warmed your cheeks. 

“Dustin kind of blanked…it was actually Eddie that coached me through. Surprised me, really. And he even checked on me after school to make sure I was okay.” 

She nodded. “I don’t know much about him, just some small talk after he changed the oil, but he seems like a good kid.” 

You nodded. “Dustin has nothing but good to say about him. People at school? Not so much. But he’s actually really great.” You bit your lip, not knowing how much you should divulge. “He lost some family…that’s why he’s with his uncle. Someone he was close to used to have panic attacks…he was the only one who could get them through.” 

Your mom hummed quietly. “I’m glad he’s helped you.” 

“Me too.” You smiled slightly. “He’s brought me breakfast at school to make sure I’m eating. I guess Dustin was a little tattle tale.” 

She chuckled. “He’s just watching out for you, honey. I for one, am glad he is.” 

You rolled your eyes. “With how many people are ‘watching out for me’, I feel like I’m under a microscope.” 

She snorted. “You’re too pretty to be a specimen.” 

That actually made you laugh. “Thanks.” 

“Oh, did you get a chance to talk to Steve about Saturday? I saw him in the store earlier, he was asking about you.”

“Actually…I thought about asking Eddie to come?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying that as a statement or a question?”

You shrugged. “Well, what do you think? I feel pretty comfortable around him, and I know he can help me through a panic attack.”

She hummed again. “I’d say I want you to think about it.” she said honestly.

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she started, “You’ve been pretty private since the accident. You barely talk to Steve, and I know Nancy and Robin don’t come around as much as they used to. Dustin has pretty much been the only one who can talk you into doing something.”

Your frown only deepened. 

Sensing that she was dancing around the point, your mom sighed. “Do you want me to put it bluntly?”

You nodded. 

“Honey, you haven’t been social with anyone since Billy died. Do you think you’re trying to put something on Eddie that he doesn’t need to carry?”

Then it hit you. Your immediate reaction was to get angry. You were pretty sure the expression on your face reflected that. But you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Mom.” you said. “Billy isn’t replaceable. I loved him.” You held up your left hand, “I was going to marry him after I graduated. If I was ever going to think about dating someone again, it wouldn’t be this soon, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be anyone from this shitty town.” 

Tears were flowing freely at this point and you didn’t bother to hold them back. You didn’t think you’d be able to even if you tried. “I know I’ve been a terrible friend for everyone, Max most of all, but I’ve been trying. And since I’ve started trying, I’ve been having more and more panic attacks. I’m putting myself out there again. Sure, I know them, but that doesn’t make a difference. I love all of them, and I would lose my goddamn mind if anything happened to them. Especially after the accident. I can’t lose anyone else. That’s why I was trying to keep my distance. That’s why I closed myself off to them.” 

She could tell that you were starting to hyperventilate. She reached for your hand, which you latched onto. Your chest tightened as you continued pushing the words out. “Eddie definitely reminds me of Billy, which is why its hard to be around him sometimes. But he’s his own person. No one can ever take Billy’s place.” You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. If you kept going at this pace, you knew it would end in another panic attack. And that was something you were desperately trying to avoid. 

“Eddie didn’t judge me when I fell apart in front of him. Instead, he helped me get myself together and made sure I was okay afterwards. I don’t feel like I have to hide my feelings around him. He’s had a similar loss and understands what’s going on up in my head. I’m not okay more than half the time. But Eddie has gone out of his way to make sure that I’m okay around him.”

 You let out a choked sob and began to curl in on yourself. 

Stop, you scolded yourself. This isn’t helping anyone. Take a deep breath and shove those feelings back into their box.

You’d had inklings of feelings similar to your mother’s. You needed your own verbal assurance that Eddie wasn’t taking Billy’s place in your life. His death had left a massive hole. In your heart, in your head, in your life. There wasn’t anything that anyone could do or say that would ever fill it. You knew that. 

She got up from her seat across from you and walked around the island, kneeling down and grabbing your other hand. “Look at me, baby girl. It’s okay.”

You focused on her for a moment before taking a deep breath and struggling to pull your mind out of the dark pit it was trying to crawl into. It sent a shiver down your spine as you fought it, but you managed to haul yourself back to reality. 

You sniffled and took one of your hands out of your mom’s to grab a napkin from the island. “Sorry,” you mumbled.” 

She shook her head. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

You looked back at her, eyes wide as you searched her face. You knew she had a valid point in her thoughts about Eddie. From an outsider’s perspective, you couldn’t blame her for having that suspicion. “Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” you asked cautiously. 

She was quiet for a moment before she nodded. “I think I do.” While she wasn’t completely in your shoes, she could understand the need to be around someone who had experienced something similar in the past and made it through. “I do. And honestly, I’m glad you feel okay with him. I never really understood why you were pushing everyone away instead of leaning on them for support. But now I do. And I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to help you with that sooner.”

You shrugged slowly. “It wasn’t something I really talked about…not even with Allie.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I think that’s something you need to talk about in your next session. I’m not a specialist, but this definitely sounds like something that’s hindering you.”

She was right, of course, which made you sigh. “Okay.” you agreed. You looked up at your mom, exhaustion seeping through you. “But for now can we make some popcorn and watch a movie?”and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, holding you as sobs racked your body. As you slowly calmed down, your head began to clear. “I’m sorry,” you said quietly. 

Your mom shook her head. “Nothing to be sorry about, honey. I’m the one who should apologize. I know it hasn’t been easy for you at all. But I’m so happy you’re finding a friend in Eddie. And if he understands, then I’m even happier.” 

You gave her a soft smile and wiped your eyes again. “Thanks mom.” 

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[angstigone]

alrightie guys,

starting with the fact that I don't want to be part of the hotd fandom anymore, I'd like to state a few facts and then good riddance (?).

I think the whole 'war on screenshots' is utterly ridiculous.

I understand that we might all want to fight the bad feelings going on over this fandom's toxicity. I have plenty of experience I don't want to bring up and neither discuss, but I think that this whole thing is blowing off to the point of ridiculousness.

and as if this isn't enough, in my country - at least - it's illegal to share screenshots of private conversations.

I have known chris and cal since I started to be active in this fandom and although we might have indulged in some assholish behavior in the groups we were in (although who doesn't, at this point?). it never went past us venting our own thoughts about stuff in a private and silly matter.

I don't know what's shared in other groups or such, but I can tell you that both chris and cal always did their best and are two people I wished to stay close after me leaving the fandom, which should definitely tell you the kind of people they are (I am also tagging cal simply for the fact that I wish her all the best, as sadly chris deactivated) (@bucknastysbabe).

finally, always be aware that among two versions, there's always a third one, as you have your own and other have their own and then there's something else. I doubt that we have seen the full proof of what was going on behind the scenes and that there wasn't much negativity on some other sides, hence why I think it'd be better to simply let this all go.

block who you want and just move on without the need to hurt others, as words can be definitely hurtful.

#hotd fandom #angsti out (quite literally) #angsti rambles

[slashingdisneypasta]

Alrighty, here's the Ursula and octopus facts ask I promised. I hope you get a kick out of these facts!

(I know you said that you'd be focusing on your school and original writing for a few weeks. I promise I'm not trying to get you to respond or anything, these asks are meant to be for later before I forget to send them. Though if you'd rather I stop, I completely understand and I apologize)

- around two-thirds of an octopus' neurons are in their tentacles, meaning they actually have a mind of their own in more ways than one. Imagine you're hanging out with Ursula, but she's too focused on her potion-making or something to notice you or pay attention to you, but her tentacles are just immediately drawn to you (this can be as sweet or spicy as you want it to be)

- The blood of an octopus is blue. Considering the popular saying that royalty have blue blood and the fact that Ursula said she was a part of the royal court, I like to think that was a silent nod to this fact.

- As the image shows, what you might expect to be where an octopus' hoohah is, is actually where its mouth, or beak, is. Can you imagine your trying to get intimate with Ursula and you're trying to find her area, only to encounter this? (Obviously, since she's neither human nor octopus, her anatomy most likely won't be exactly like one or the other. But I find the idea of nearly getting my fingers bit off while trying to find the octo-V hilarious so I'm going with this)

- Speaking of the beak, since octopuses have no skeleton aside from the beak, they can fit through... Pretty much anything that their beak can fit through. There are plenty of videos on YouTube of octopuses squeezing through things they shouldn't. I know we saw Ursula's skeleton when Eric stabbed her, but can you imagine if your octo-wife just squeezed her entire body through one of the smallest openings in your home to come inside?

- Octopuses have been known to form a kind of symbiotic relationship with other fish; the fish helps them hunt, and in turn, they split the kill. However, some octopuses have been seen punching (Yes, punching) the fish they are supposed to be working with. Some researchers believe it might be because the fish crossed them before, it's to keep the fish in line, or simply because the octopus felt spiteful (they do have the brain capacity of a two-year-old, so they should theoretically be able to be spiteful like a child). Considering what kind if buisness Ursula runs, this checks out.

- Octopus can change not only their colors, but the texture of their skin to match their environment and blend in. Can you imagine visiting Ursula and at first you don't see her, and then it turns out she was camouflaged against the wall? (Could also be taken as funny, sweet, or spicy you want)

- And finally, octopuses have been seen changing their colors and textures while sleeping, implying that they dream (not confirmed, but still an implication). Imagine you're sleeping with Ursula, and you see her whole body shifting while she's snoozing. I wonder what she'd dream about?

And that's it for today. I hope you like these! ^^

Some of these are actually really really cute!! I see what you mean, that some of these can be cute or spicy XD Definitely XD I'm going with cute for now, because like--

Now I cant stop imagining the one where Ursula's busy but her tentacles at least 'still love you' (Not that Ursula doesn't, she's just preoccupied XD More like 'they have attention for you'. They're more then happy to take you for a while), wrapping around you and touching your face and making you giggle. They're allll affection. Rubbing your sides, swiping under your eyes, softly poking your cheeks, nudging your chin upwards, slithering up and down your fingers and around and around your arms, etc. They just cannot get enough of you!!

Uhhhh and I know I said we were gonna look at the cute stuff buttttt... Imagine Ursula waiting, camouflaged against a wall, for you to come in so she can ambush you. Her minds a wreck, she's so gone. Her tentacles going haywire, her movements quick and frenzied. She's been thinkin about you all day, sweetheart!! All she can think about is your sweet lips, your lovely fingers, your beautiful skin... picture her cornering you against a dark wall, her hair wafting in her face, a sharp smirk on her mouth!! She's begging you but she is in the position of power, she cant help it. Its in her dna!

Also I love the punching thing XDD I loved all these actually, thank you for sending them!! ^^

[sparkymalone]

Time for day 3 for yume session

Archery club...

I was at archery club with my good friend snow yoisaki she was a definition of a perfect student straight A's best at poems, art,math, history everyone loved her she was amazing of course and I'm so lucky she's my friend! She even helps me study for our test and stuff but I'm glad I'm not the type to take advantage of her kindness hehehe during the end archery class me and snow were talking "great job yume! You improved!" She said happily "the others even improved and today was solid evidence!" I love doing archery I was very good at it and I kept improving and this month I finally did every score perfect! However when I was talking to snow right before going home she told me that during her 3rd year she'll become a archery teacher soon enough snow was an year older then me and I can't wait to see her become a teacher "alright then see you tomorrow yume-chan'" her voice was pretty different for what I could tell she went away something about that smile was different for what I usually see on a daily basis...

Knock knock knock

Huh? "Hey yume!" I heard my name it was my older brother Yuki and his lady friend sanka togami "hey oni-chan ddo you need something?" He nod

"Yep sanka and me are taking fashion design over our school and we're not sure what designs we're going to create" my big brother was apart of the senior course meaning I could barely see him only on his break "so do you think you should help us? The one we made was...errr low quality and I'm not wearing those" I suggested them a knight theme since their old customers resembles one when I told them about one that should resembles a knight and their king looking a bit snowy like it reminded me of snow something about that smile she had was off and I didn't felt uneasy when I said that "hm? What's wrong lil sis?" "Oh! I well...my friend she felt a bit off today" my brother stayed quiet but he spoke "don't worry maybe she's just tired from the clubbing" maybe he was right maybe I'm jumping conclusion..."well thanks for helping us make these outfits yume-san" sanka said as she went outside yume's bedroom yuki hesitated but patted yume head "I'll be back after class okay?" He dashed out

....

2 years ago yume is starting 8th grade she was excited she was apart of the main course with her big bro but he's more older her old childhood friend(and rival) aimee shirogane "aimee! I didn't expect for you to be here!" She laughed at her "of course my mom was a ultimate so it's clear I'll get in" "alrighty let's do our best shall we aimee-chan!"

After class there was a clubbing Program for them to choose a club aimme took the writing club and then there was yume who decided to look at the archery club on her way she saw her brother who was at the foreign language club with 3 friends "hey lil sis where you heading off to?" He asked yume "oh I'm going to the Archery club" she replied "well it's over at the courtyard over there" when yume walked passed the sports club running there she was introduced to the captain of the club and she introduced herself some people there called her 'pretty' her brunette and blonde mixed hair was the most prettiest features about her according to teachers,her family,friends and others "hehe well thank you" the captain asked why she visited "my brother recommend it to me he said I should learn how to aim stuff properly he said I'm terrible at darts and also need to work on my postures As well" the Captain raiseed her eye but nod "okay good" that's not until a girl taller and looking a bit older then yume approach her "you're yume kuzuryuu right? The daughter of fuyuhiko and hajime Hinata kuzuryuu?" She said some of the students muttered a bit "oh yes how did you know?" "You look exactly like the two" she said

"Alright what about you miss.."

"It's snow yoisaki my mom used to be an archery club member but then when I say you handing out flyers for the club I decided to join"

"Eh?! You really did that?!" Snow simply nod "well this is quite embarrassing" snow laughed and just told her it's okay snow and yume become training partners courtesy of the captain it's been 3 weeks since yume joined "you're improving yume" snow said right after yume shoot on the target "thanks but I can't focus properly with the hot air" snow got a tie "maybe this can help?" Snow tied yume's hair into a bun hm maybe" yume aimmed the target and it was better then last time "it was better then the last one! Thanks snow!"

Yume was conflicted for the past few weeks with Aimee who changed agencies for some reason she didn't wanted to talk about it she just left without explaining anything at all and her brother was no help like at all with these type of stuff at archery she sat down her palms were sweaty "hey yume you need to stop worrying just hit-" yume just sighed the retired captain of the club was visiting to make sure the present one was good enough and yume was absolutely anxious with so many things on her mind she couldn't properly think "hey yume?" Snow appeared "you don't look okay" yume sighed "I can't focus properly how do you focus on archery while your mind has more things to focus on?" Snow got her bow and arrow and stretch it "when you do Archery or any thing at all you need to focus the target you should think about those stuff later your target is there your other target is wayyy over there" she said while targeting the bullseye she gave the arrow and gave it to yume,yume got up and stretch the arrow "alright" when she did the arrow reached the bullseye yume eyes widen and hugged snow "thanks snow!" After

When the old captain came along he looked at snow "hey aren't you kanade yoisaki's daughter?" Snow nod "I still remember your mom she still writes song yes?"

"Yes sir she is a good composer" the captain turned to yume "and you're yume kuzuryuu?* Same as snow she nod "your dad hajime always watched your other dad whenever he was at his club at the end you're father kissed him on the cheek after he was done with clubbing y'know?"

"Damn that's kinda homosexual"

"Because that is"

"Oh yea"

Bonus: after clubbing yume was planning to leave early but it was cut short due to the heavy rain, instead she went inside the dojo but she saw snow still doing archery muttering something "I must.." yume couldn't make out on what she was saying but she realized snow was aiming 5 times without missing which surprises her "what is she saying...?"

....(Yume pov)(Present)

I'm still wondering if I'm jumping into conclusion whether or not I'm still wondering what's going on about snow

Park

Bonus 2 (aimee meet) Back when I was ababy my parents and my brother used to play together in the park or even get to play with my old childhood friends I'm pretty mischievous as a kid my father's clan members always hated how mischievous I was my dad needed to take me outside the manor and I ran.one day my dad's let me run a bit I tried pranking people on the streets until....OW! What was that?! I looked seeing a girl my age she was the one I hit "hey!" She saw me and tossed a branch at me, I ran but she was faster and tackle me we both started laughing"I'm Aimee by the way* she put her hand towards me "yume kuzuryuu" I replied

Also I don't know that much about Archery so maybe the things included are inaccurate I tried to research but anyway yea yuki was a brother named yuki

Other kids

Snow yoisaki

Yuki kuzuryuu Hinata

Sanka togami

Aimee shirogane

Maybe next will be a kazusumi (kazuichi x natsumi)backstory and one where yume's brother is the focus instead

Sorry it always takes me a while to get around to posting these. Anyway, you're doing great!