#he’s a little shithead but it’s excused bc he is him

[assiraphales]

live action shanks wears his heart on his SLEEVE. the softness he possessed every time he looked at luffy & spoke to him. that little shithead kid was his shithead kid. everyone was probably like hey gurl maybe we shouldn't go back to foosha village and he's coming up with excuses to go again bc he wants to see his little bilge rat. there was no tough love, even when luffy stabbed himself and yelled at shanks for cleaning up the bandits mess, just gentle teaching moments. he lost an ARM and tried not to show any pain bc he didn't want to scare luffy & didn't want him to feel guilt. he's saying goodbye to him last. "be good, luffy" i'm !!!!!!!!

#red haired shanks #one piece #monkey d luffy #one piece live action #opla #they !!!!!!!! luffy is his little guy!!!!!!!

[menacetosocietyy]

If you do not mind my request, I wonder how Joey and Frank from DbD asked male!reader out? (Separately or together are okay) And what would their daily life together look like as a couple?

I'm so sorry that it took me so long. There isn't much excuse for it so I really hope that you at least enjoy what I've written.

There is a clump of words with no spaces, so for anyone that struggles with reading those I put what it says in brackets afterwards!

THE PICTURES ARE NOT MINE, CREDIT TO THE OWNERS.

Joey:

A bit romantic, and sheepish

Gets you some flowers and your favourite sweets, or favourite snacks if you don’t like sweets.

Shyly asks you while he is blushing. He took his mask off just for this.

“Y/N, I’ve uhh... I’ve had feelings for you for quite a while and… Iwasjustwonderingifyouwouldpossiblygooutwithme. It’s okay if not uhm… I hope this didn’t ruin our friendship-” (the big clump says: “I was just wondering if you would possibly go out with me.” He just says it super fast.).

You would have to cut him off from digging himself a hole because he’s so nervous and worried.

When you say yes, he has the BIGGEST smile, like a little kid on Christmas that got everything they asked for.

Will take you on the sweetest date, he listened to everything you said so he knows all your favourite things and had planned accordingly. 

It’s the most incredible date ever btw.

Such a caring boyfriend, a true simp.

Afterwards, if you guys don’t have a sleepover, he will take you home and with your consent, give you the softest, most loving kiss ever. You will have the wind knocked out of you and also become a simp.

Mutual simping proceeds.

If you do have a sleepover, at his place, he will lend you his clothes for you to wear. Cutest shit he has ever seen.

Idc if you're bigger than him, mans bought something in your size and made it smell like him, if you’re like me and allergic to cologne he just wore them until his smell was on ‘em. If not, he sprayed his cologne on them. Get fucked.

If you are a touchy person, you get ALL of the affection and cuddles while you guys watch movies or play games until you fall asleep.

If not, then you just watch movies or play games until you fall asleep. He will let you have your space because he is a respectful man.

We love this man.

The end.

PS: Makes some bomb-ass breakfast in the morning. Your favourite, obviously. The dude really did his research bc he didn’t wanna fuck it up.

Once y’all live together he’s a dream.

Will make breakfast for you both on the weekends so you can wake up to the smell of his immaculate cooking instead of the fire department (That will make sense soon).

On other mornings he would wake you up with kisses.

He makes sure to keep you out of the mess of his friend group because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

I think he’s a decently neat person- like he’s not a clean freak but he’s not a messy person.

If you hated a chore he’d do it instead.

He’s just… thoughtful, and not afraid to show it.

Always makes sure you are absolutely okay with everything. Like what you’re going to eat, going out to do/buy, etc.

If you have a bad day he’d be the best listener. Hype you up, comfort you, and call you out gently where it’s needed. He’s the best.

Frank:

Ah, this fucker.

So he isn’t great with emotions

Isn’t great with anything at all, tbh.

Him asking you out? Nah. He demands you go out with him.

“Hey, shithead. We’re going to dinner tonight at 7PM. I’m buying. Be ready.”

No, you don’t have a say in this, in case you’re wondering.

He also did his research, but won’t admit it.

He throws in some stuff to make it seem like he totally wasn’t planning this whole thing for a week, no not at all. (Sarcasm)

Is anxiously making sure you’re enjoying yourself, but play it off because he totally gives no fucks noo not at all. (Sarcasm x2)

Grunts and looks away at any kind of affection you show him, he’s hiding his blush, dw.

VERY jealous if anyone even so much dares to look at you the wrong way. Will kiss you hard on the mouth and make eye contact with them. 

Will walk you away from them with his arm around you or just whatever you’re comfortable with (Ass preferably)

You’d have a wonderful date with him, and afterwards, it would be nearly midnight because he just wouldn’t want to let you go. But don’t let him know that you know that.

Or do, watch him get flustered and deny it. It’s funny.

Would “casually” invite you for a sleepover, like he doesn’t care or whatever (Say yes. It’s the correct answer.)

So, since you said yes, the sleepover would likely be at your place, ngl.

Would probably borrow your clothes. He looks great in them, very attractive. Menace approved.

Call him cute, he will blush and tell you to shut the fuck up.

You guys would spend the night with you underneath his arm while on the couch.

I don’t think he’s the super touchy type but he does enjoy some cuddles.

If you’re not super touchy then that's perfect! You guys can just vibe on the couch while you watch shitty horror movies (or whatever you’d like to watch).

In the morning he’d try to surprise you with breakfast which results in him: nearly burning your house down, and then telling you that you should be grateful for the burnt toast he made. He is an awful cook. 

He will pay for any damages, dw.

Once you guys settle in together, have a home together and all that jazz I think he wouldn’t change much.

Occasionally waking you up with your local fire department at your door. The usual.

He’s mostly cuddly at night, he enjoys holding you while he sleeps.

Or the other way around but he will never outright admit he likes being the little spoon sometimes.

He’s the type to randomly buy you a gift since he’s absolutely dogshit with words.

Looked at an expensive wristwatch for a little too long?

Whoops, it’s on your dresser a few days later.

Don’t ask if he paid for it, there’s a 50/50 chance of him having just stolen it.

Flynn Rider wannabe lookin’ ass.

Anyway, he’s not the most expressive, a very angry man, and can’t admit that he’s soft for you BUT- he is thoughtful.

Will make sure that if you have any pet peeves he doesn’t bother them- like let's say you hate a messy house? Well, he is a walking dumpster fire but he will begin to clean up after himself more. Not completely- but more.

He’s not the greatest listener and I do believe that if he was in a bad mood he would definitely brush you off or accidentally take it out on you, but if you had a bad day and he wasn’t in one of his moods he would listen. He’s not as good as Joey but he tries. He’d probably ask outright what you needed.

He’d also be not so great/gentle at calling you out.

Would probably ask if you need the person bothering you to “disappear”.

Give points where they’re due.

#writer #fanfic #fanfic writing #fandom #fanfic writer #fanfiction #dbd x reader #dbd headcanons #dbd fanfiction #dbd fanfic #dbd killer #joey dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight killer #frank dead by daylight #frank dbd #frank morrison #frank morrison dbd #joey dbd #dbd #joey dbd x reader #x male y/n #x male reader #male reader #male!y/n #male!reader

[original-character-championship]

Bracket H Round 1

Poll 24

Skitt & Ena & Olive (@bootsieboots) vs. Apricity Nix (@decapod-appreciator)

495. Skitt & Ena & Olive (@bootsieboots)

skitt usez any, ena usez they/it/she (bc of her eczema), and olive usez he/they

The TL;DR 4 them is that theyre little fucked up guys living in a circus 2gether. Skitt is a repressed traumatized clown amphibian, Olive is a sweet jackalope who acts like an asshole as a defense mechanism, and Ena is a chaotic little shithead w a short fuse, whos actually secretly the mom friend. I like to put them in2 situations in my head and then never write said situations down. Also theyre all aspec and trans.

Skitt:

he is simply a little guy! (puts him thru the horrors puts him thru the horrors p) Oh, hes a bit fucked up actually.

-a mishmash of basically any amphibian features i think r cool! It is also a clown! Isnt that silly? Well its actually 4 trauma reasons. Lol. lmao.

-has rejection sensitive dysphoria and wants every1 2 love him so much all the time. Cries and throws up when it inevitably doesnt work out.

-ADHD!

-super in2 fashion and makeup. Can u guess why? Trauma reasons, of course! Honestly most of her hobbies r rooted in wanting 2 escape something.

-i cant think of anything else non-spoilery 2 put here. Uhm. ze really likes bubble baths and swimming.

Olive:

A little skrunkly autismic sourpuss. He wishes that he cud b more sincere w people sometimes, but every past attempt has been met w people shutting them down, in 1 way or another. The only person in the world he feels even mildly comfortable around is Ena (and later on in the story, Skitt).

-acts like an asshole around most people bc theyre used 2 being seen as one. And by asshole, i mean a little quiet, sulking, wet cat in a corner of the room who makes angy faces at any1 who invades their space.

-mute! This is bc bunnies do not have vocal chords. Communicates thru sign language and annoyed noises. Screams when overstimulated. Yes, bunnies can scream, just not using vocal chords. There r also other sounds they can make! (mostly annoyed sounds. He does purr as well! Just like a real bunny)

-very in2 music. Plays the harmonica and other woodwind instruments that r easy 2 steal. Can they play good? Uhm. havent decided yet actually.

-has a sort of heart shaped facial scar and a broken antler he got from entirely mundane causes (antler is permanently broke, dont question how that works bc i dunno).

-very incredibly touch averse, only tolerates Ena’s touch. theyre also fat and very fluffy! Great 4 cuddling! But he wont let u. Sorry.

Ena:

Money gremlin!!! Chaotic anarchist motherfucker!!! Probably owes u money! Is currently being gay doing crime. In this world, 1 does not have to pay/steal 2 survive, but Ena does it anyways 2 fuck shit up and stir the pot.

-escaped from a shitty orphanage w Olive.

-horrible anger issues. If Olive is a sourpuss, Ena is a bomb waiting 4 an excuse 2 go off. This is bc in the orphanage, they learned that no 1 wud listen 2 them unless they scratched and fought and clawed and bit and punched. (and shocked!). Shes generally chill tho, just, its easy 2 get on her bad side.

-sorta the therapist friend, bc its good at telling ppl what they want 2 hear. Her charismatic attitude also helps when scamming people.

-uses prosthetics! In this world, aquatic animals r given the ability 2 stay on land 4 extended periods of time via prosthetics! Want 2 know more? Ask me :>

-basically blind. Electric eels have awful eyesight, and shes no exception! She can only see bright lights and colors. They use electrolocation 2 get around. (please ask me what it is if u dont know, i am v happy 2 infodump abt anything oc related!)

Remember kids, a vote 4 my ocs is a vote 4 disability, queerness, anarchy, the found family trope, little guys being put in situations therye entirely unequipped for, furries, and much more!

Skitt has a triangular dress with purple and yellow split colors, and purple leggings. Pointy, slender legs. A long pointed yellow hat with a little green thingy on top (idk what to call it). Blue eyes with froglike pupils. Minty-green, short, curly hair. A classic clown makeup look (off-white facepaint, a clown nose, and pennywise-esque makeup lines going from the bottom of his eyebrows to the sides of his mouth.

Olive is a jackalope with short, olive/forest green hair swooping over one eye. His eyes are the same color as his hair. Most of their fur is darkish brown, while his belly, his inner thighs, and lower left arm is beige. their right arm, lower legs, and the top of their ears are black. Only wearing black arm warmers thanks to sensory issues.

Ena is a vaguely pirate-themed girlie. Dark brown skinned, with grey arms and greyish legs. Big thicc tail. Mostly black hair. Tattered black shorts and an even more tattered, dark green crop top. Has red eyes and a red sash tied around its waist. Lots of little spots all over their skin. lazy-eyed.

496. Apricity Nix (@decapod-appreciator)

she/her

she's a werewolf she's aroace she stalks people on accident. she didn't know what a crime was until the police went after her. her best friends are a supervillan and a failed actress. she thinks she would make a good detective (she wouldn't). she's fun and friendly and sweet but still a fully thought out character. she runs away from her abusive home to find her sister and in the process finds a whole new family. she even takes down the government.

Pris is a short, pale girl with  black hair styled to look like wolf ears. she has brown eyes with diagonal red pupils and a bit of a snaggle tooth on one side.

#oc championship #tournament poll #round 1 #bracket h #495 skitt & ena & olive #496 apricity nix

[uno-writing]

Bear with me two seconds before disowning me again ! I'll send several asks with the cast hyping Blyke up like the King deserves.

But first, I gotta put a little angst, because what comfort is better than the one after angst ?

First one with John !

After his numerous fights with John , we saw Blyke's confidence sadly hit rock bottom (not really but I like hyperboles ).

Now , John learns about that (current John) and hypes him up by praising his selflessness, the protection he brought to the safehouse, how he never wavered in front of John when everyone gave up fighting him, etc

Basically what Blyke deserves

also an excuse to have a little bit of Gym bros

omg this has been here for so long that i kinda forgot that i temporarily disowned you-🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋🥨🥬🍦🍧🧊🐇🍩🥖📦🌻🥀🥒🧃🍰🌮🔫

*Blyke seems to struggle a lot with insecurities and self confidence

*Especially after the Joker shit

*Now we also know he’s a shit liar

*So its super easy for John to tell when Blyke’s going through a rough time, even easier since they’re roommates

*When John notices this, he tries to praise Blyke more

*Blyke’s super confused about it bc its kinda random since John usually shows his affection by being a shithead-

*But he does silently appreciate it

*He’s kinda shocked to find out that John kind of admires him in a way and thats a bit of a confidence boost in itself tbh

#unordinary #unordinary john #unordinary blyke #unordinary headcanon #berriwords #baguetteanon

[spnshameblog]

Literally the main thing im pissed about and the reason that this show will be unwatchable for me (whether or not it actually ends up having cas in it) is that John is a main character and he will be a hero in this and i HATE him.

Like, the spn writers seemingly never managed to agree on whether or not John was an abusive shithead or a self sacrificing hero and i can mostly excuse that bc most info we get about john happens after his death through sam and deans memories and ofc they have complex feelings about their dad.

But now we will have an actual portrayal of John that we're supposed to regard as canon. And thats going to be John winch, the sweet, family oriented, starry eyed, war-traumatised, heroic little softboy who just wants to find his daddy and help his girlfriend and it makes me ill. I dont want it.

#jary prequel hate #anti john winch #m

[pungusbungus]

I guess I should hop on the Paul family hc train with my own Pauls, as presented with picrew bc I’m too lazy to draw rn:

Ben’s mom, Josefine Paul.

She’s a poet who often writes about nature, she was visiting Georgia from Denmark for some inspiration when her car broke down by a goat farm and received help from Ben’s father (after accidentally scaring the shit out of her). She ended up staying with him and his family (with the excuse that she found inspiration there) and eventually she admitted to herself that she fell for him. (Important facts: she is a short and feisty woman. Do not underestimate her ability to obliterate you with just her words. Ben gets his nose + that “give me a fucking break!” Line from her)

Ben’s dad, Henry Paul.

Big dumbass. No thoughts. He’s an extremely kind and polite man despite not being the brightest. He worked and lived on his family’s goat farm for most of his life, but after he married Josephine and moved more into the city he became a stay-at-home father. He is a massive pacifist and next to never resorts to violence (of course if you threaten his family you basically are already dead), he is extremely slow to anger and will try to talk things out instead. (Important facts: mf is MASSIVE. Tall and buff and built like a giant, but somehow is afraid of hights??? Mf should be afraid of standing then. He wears a cowboy hat but the picrew didn’t have the option 😔💔. Ben gets his hight + gentle heart from him.)

Ben’s little sister, Clara Paul.

This little shit. She is an agent of chaos, she loves to watch drama unfold and fights. She’s 13, so your average shithead middle schooler. Ben and Clara argue a lot and he tells ppl she’s adopted (untrue) and she bites him for it. She actually adores Ben but would rather die then admit it. (Important facts: she has a very strong Roman nose from her father henry, she loves her nose despite people asking her if she’d get a nose job. Clem and duck would look up to her thinking she’s ‘so cool’ and they would become her ‘goons’ aka they do dumb shit with her.)

That’s a brief summary of them and I probably will talk about them more in the future bc they liven in my skull rent free.

#twdg #the walking dead game #ben paul #twdg ben paul #twdg ocs

[angelatsumu]

i’m not gonna ask u to talk about kyoutani bc that’s our special little au BUT you should totally talk about firefighter!kuroo bc i think he’d be a total shithead <3

my beloved luna i love you !!! <33

Firefighter!Kuroo is an absolute menace and i hate his dorky ass. He's the type to be a rescue!guy! Rescues are pretty close to squads and they are the apparatus that have the most specialty to them, so water rescues, heavy machine rescues, complex and long fire scenes, stuff where specialties are really at play.

Rescue!Kuroo is the most outwardly cocky person on his shift, and the only thing that makes it excusable is that he really knows his way around a complex technical rescue. He'll let the compliment go to his dorky little head, though. Don't feed his ego.

Rescue!Kuroo is the most menacing at his station because he will literally never stop being a squirrel (someone who's call seeking, always looking to go to the cool calls). His captain is constantly reminding him to relax and shut the fuck up about how "it doesn't take brute to save a life, it takes brains" like literally no one cares.

Rescue!Kuroo gets the most upset when someone says "cancel the squad" as a joke because he feels entitled to the same awesome glory the engine guys and truckie guys get (little does he know, truckies are also smart)

Rescue!Kuroo's specialty is vehicle rescue on commercial vehicles like buses. He initally got into it as a joke mostly, saying it would be hilarious to take a class he'd seldom used, but now he simply will never stop talking to his spouse about how complex and dangerous bus extrications are.

Rescue!Kuroo once got so upset about being cancelled on a call that he filled every single truckie's fire boots with DumDum lollipops in the middle of the night so that when they needed to put them on, all they felt was lollipops; he was written up for this haha

Rescue!Kuroo sends you wholesome selfies of him doing cool squad shit throughout the day, knowing you'll smile to yourself at the sweet pictures before bed.

Rescue!Kuroo loves to explain to you his silly little rescue knowledge. What he loves more than doing that is explaining it to you while he's got his middle finger and ring finger knuckles deep inside you. He never loses eye contact with you as he curls them against your sweet spot, shit-eating grin when he feels you clenching around him at his cocky attitude. "Have ya even been listenin', pretty baby?" you nod sheepishly, whimpering getting louder as you reach your high. "oh yeah, then tell me all about what Rescue 42s do," he teases, and if you can't answer his questions he's ruining your orgasm. Needless to say, you've been trained to pickup on key phrases while he's making you come undone.

Rescue!Kuroo likes for you to cockwarm him while he practices his knots and goes over his training modules. It starts off innocent, him just enjoying the warmth of your cunt around his semi-hard cock. Then, being the brat you are, you're slyly grinding your hips against him until he chokes out a groan. He harshly thrusts up into you as a warning, but when you take no heed, he has you bent over his desk, cock bullying into your dripping heat as you grip the edge for dear life. "Such a distracting little slut, aren't you," he chuckles, hand cracking down on your ass hard enough to leave a handprint in its wake.

Rescue!Kuroo is an exhibitionist. There's nothing in the world he enjoys more than making you wear a bluetooth vibrator to his annual Department Christmas Party. As you make your rounds with hims, you'd grip his bicep for dear life as the low-level vibrations rippled through you. Your slick pooled in your pants with every flick of his thumb on the remote, and his cock twitched against the tightness of his pants. Every time a male coworker enveloped you into conversation, he'd dial up the vibrations enough to have you stuttering through your sentences, clinging to him as if you might faint. "careful darling, we still have a few hours to go," he'd remind you teasingly. As the male coworker stepped away (and he could tell you were on the edge of release), the vibrations would decrease in intensity, ruining whatever bliss you'd mustered. When he's finished toying with you, he's ushering you to the bathroom to bend you over the sink, forcing you to fuck yourself on his cock as he toyed skillfully with your clit. When your walls finally squeezed and creamed around him, he rewarded you with his warm cum, fucking it back into you until you bucked against him in overstimulation.

#oof this was rough #mac mail <3 #luna <3 #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #hq headcannons #hq au #hq headcanons #hq smut #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut #hq drabbles #firefighter!hq #firefighter au

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

ok you cannot tell me Nanami isn't a possessive mf, man perhaps may not show it at the moment but once you get home, daddy is going to make you scream who do you belong to

GOD no but he is, he really really is and it's such a hassle man sksksk

Oh lord, where do i even start?

First off, Nanami isn't one who's first response is possessiveness

He's an adult and you are too and he's grown past his angsty teen phase where he would want you all to himself

He's mature, he doesn't get angry or pissy when you hang out with other men bc he knows that you love him and he's content with that

But then Gojo comes along and fucks it all up sksksks

Gojo brings out all of Nanami's insecurities

He feels like he's a lesser man when his senior is around shit wouldn't yall too if some dude wouldn't shut up about how great he was 24/7, so he tries to avoid him at all costs

But of course life isn't always so simple and occasionally he will bump into Gojo while you are around

And Gojo is such a little shit

He unabashedly flirts with you, complimenting your hair, your eyes, your outfit, everything

Nanami tries to ignore the acid building in his throat, but he can't help but want to scream when Gojo touches you in any way

It isn't even anything suggestive! He could just pinch your cheek and Nanami will be fuming bc god damn it, you're his, not Gojo's and Gojo has no right to touch you so nonchalantly

Gojo knows that Nanami gets pissed whenever he's physical with you, and since he's a bastard who likes to cause trouble, he just ups his touchiness with you

The minute he hugs you is when Nanami says "okay that's enough" and pulls you away from him

Quickly excuses the two of you and rushes off, making sure Gojo doesn't follow you two

No matter what you say or do to try and get him to talk, Nanami stays silent until you two get back home

You're about to head to the bedroom to change when he grabs you and pushes you against the wall, smashing his lips to yours

It's sudden and unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome

He will not hesitate to rip off whatever you're wearing: doesn't matter if it's Yves Saint Laurent or a flimsy sundress, it will be ruined without a second thought

Probs fucks you against the wall right then and there bc he's been aggravated for the last hour and needs to fuck out his frustrations on you

Sex will definitely move from the wall to the floor, down the hall and eventually in bed where you can't lift your head let alone walk on your own

His dirty talk is really vamped up as he fucks you, gripping your hips so tightly that you can feel the bruises forming

"You're mine, understand? You're all mine, and that's not going to change."

"Dirty girl, getting so wet. This better all be from me or else."

"Such a good little slut for daddy, aren't you?"

"You're my whore, my slut. You only act this way for me."

"Nobody gets to see you like this but me, right? You're a naughty girl just for me, only for me, right??"

He's usually careful about leaving marks bc he doesn't like being very public about your sexual encounters, but right now he doesn't care. He'll mark you up every place he can, smiling when he thinks about all the people that will see the love bites and know that you're taken

He's very rough with you, not because he's mad at you but bc he's frustrated with his jealousy and insecurities

He tries to be better than this, but he's only human. It's only natural for him to lose his shit and fuck you senseless

He'll be very apologetic afterwards, running a bath, giving you a massage, making your favorite dish for dinner

He feels like a shithead for pretty much using you without thinking about your pleasure but let's be real, you came 3 times for every time he came so you were more than satisfied by the end of it

Regardless, he feels bad, and it takes a lot of positive affirmations on your part to make him feel less shitty about it all

You admit that you actually enjoyed it quite a bit and wouldn't mind if he fucked you like that again but obvs not anytime soon bc jesus christ your vagina is RUINED

So basically now whenever Kento is frustrated and needs to relieve some stress, you just present your holes for fucking and he goes to town

But yea, possessive Nanami for the win 🥴

#ask #nanami kento #smut #weeeeeeeeeeee #☀️ asks

[baladric]

MAY I HUMBLY REQUEST PIRATE MAIA BACKSTORY???

ahaha you just made my whole day, beware what you have requested

basically i have asked the bold question of 'what if maia's gay seafaring aunt rescued him from edonomee a few months after he was relegated there, and then it turned out she was a very secret and cool kind of pirate the whole time' ehehehe

bullet points below the cut bc this got so long

- grows up in solunee-over-the-water, not quite with his aunt & her wife (bc they're trying to keep him under the radar) but with nearby friends. it's not the Best situation, bc the foster family already has a couple kids, and maia was at edonomee long enough to develop the kneejerk instinct to be invisible whenever possible, so he disappears into the background and grows up largely on his own. little rambling rose. it's better than edonomee by a long shot! but he's lonely :(

- rly seriously idolizes shaleän, because... like..... holy shit she is so Deeply cool

- she tries to keep him off her crew when he comes of age, bc she solidly believes shit is too dangerous for him—she loves him so much! she wants him safe! bb boy pls i will find u an apprenticeship with like a painter or a luthier or something!—but he makes himself indispensable by turning out to be just Incredibly good with the people shaleän is rescuing from shitty situations, who are just universally hugely wigged out, sometimes in messy ways that make it tricky to keep them squirreled away until they get where they're going. and here's maia, a deeply and visibly compassionate person, showing up in their corner and calming them right the hell down. and shaleän's first mate's like "shal. listen. you and i are both shitheads. and the rest of the crew are pretty fuckin terrible. we need him."

- so maia badgers his way onto his aunt's crew, and the piracy stays Secret for another few years (shaleän's been flying under the radar for like 20 years), until EVENTS happen and now maia is publicly labelled a pirate, and is also suddenly ~*On The Run*~ alone

- (csevet is there too, and may or may not have been sent to kill maia by a varenechibel who just found out he's alive, and csevet may or may not proceed to have a big change of heart about killing him after actually Meeting maia, and they may or may not then kiss about it)

there's More To It (like varenechibel used maia fuckin Vanishing as an excuse to wage a messy stupid war on barizhan, claiming he believed the great avar stole maia to raise him as an heir; i spend too much time thinking about Anvernel as a terrible horrible no good very bad country according to my overzealous worldbuilding; and Versheleen as a cool archipelago that may or may not have this universe's analog for Nassau on one of its islands) but the main conceit is like. hey what if maia grew up among a bunch of much freer thinkers. what if he was exposed to other people from other walks of life.

what if he was given the space to be really for real all the way Angry about the shit that was done to chenelo, and to him. what then, huh?

answer: he is still a compassionate man with a deep drive for tenderness and human connection, he just also has a lot fewer compunctions about stabbing someone. and, unlike canon, he sort of likes himself. :')

#ask me about why csevet is killing people too. i dare you. #5k words into the fic already and i don't REALLY know where it's going but #it's sure going!!!!!!!! #the goblin emperor #tge #picazos-angsty-typist #maia drazhar #do i need a pirate au tag u g h #maia's a pirate now

[rebeccccccaaa]

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ʙᴏᴅʏɢᴜᴀʀᴅ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ᴍᴏʙʙᴏss!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: Mob boss!Readers x bodyguard!Steve Rogers Some other gang leader doesn’t believe reader is the boss bc she’s a woman and he tries to manhandle her until Steve attacks him and then she thanks him with smut

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut 18+, major angst, but there’s fluff because I can’t help myself ;)

ᴛᴡ: sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ/ʜᴀʀᴀssᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜɴ ᴜsᴇ

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: Ah! I’ve never written anything about mobs and shit I’m so excited!

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“I’ll be fine,” you cupped Steve’s face.

“I should go in there with you. You’ve never met this guy and the others said he was creepy,” Steve sighed resting his hand on your hip. Steve was essentially your bodyguard highly recommended by your father when you took over the mob. 

“Sit here and eat your muffin, read your newspaper and if anything happens I’ll shout,” you grinned. 

“Y/n,” Steve said sternly.

“Sit down,” you patted his shoulder. 

He eventually sat beside the door grabbing the newspaper before taking an aggressive bite of his muffin making you giggle. You fluffy his hair before entering the room for your meeting with another boss. Your father advised you to expand trading and you’ve never been one to be ‘social’ so it was something you put off for years now. But now it’s getting late so here you are talking to a creep that offered a trade with you.

“Hi, thank you for coming,” you said entering the conference room. 

“Why hello? Aren’t you a cute little thing,” the man snarled.

“Excuse me?” you quipped. 

“Well, had I known there’d be a little plaything for me while I wait I would’ve come by sooner,” he stood up towering over you.

“I’m sorry, you must be very mistaken, sir. We don’t degrade women here,” you smiled sarcastically.

“Haha, you’re funny. I do like women who can make me laugh,” he grabbed at your hips.

“Sir, you are incredibly mistaken. I am the leader of this mob and if you lay your disgustingly meaty hands on me one more time I won’t hesitate to put a bullet through your thick skull,” you growled. The man’s temper bursted and he aggressively grabbed your throat pulling you too close to his body. 

“Listen here you little brat, you’re gonna do what a woman was meant to do and if you don't get on your knees baby girl you’ll get what’s coming to ya.”

“Get off of me!” you shoved him back.

“Nu-uh pretty girl, you’re gonna suck my cock until the big man gets here whether you like it or not!”

Steve sat eating his muffin trying his best to ignore the muffled voices from inside the conference room. He couldn’t help but worry about your safety being with that creep. When the guy first arrived he groped one of the housekeepers and laughed as if he did nothing wrong. Steve sat there desperately hoping this meeting with that scumbag doesn’t go well and you'll drop him. He can’t even imagine working with a man like that, especially when you're a woman. 

Suddenly he heard a shriek emerge from the room and Steve bursted through the door. He pulled his gun out seeing the man bending you over your own desk pulling the hem of your pants. Steve aimed the gun and shot the man in the back of his knee making him fall to the ground groaning in pain. 

“Fuck,” you groaned running to Steve. He held you tightly in a panic and you breathed heavily against him. 

“Are you ok?” he asked. 

“I think so,” you swallowed loudly. 

“I’m gonna kill you,” you looked at the writhing man on your floor. 

“I’m sorry, fuck! I’m sorry!”

“Steve, get out,” you ordered.

“No, sweetheart I’m not leaving you alone again with this man,” he raised his voice.

“Steve, please,” you looked at him.

“Baby,” he sighed.

“Go!”

You looked back at the man still squirming on the floor in pure agony. You pulled a pack of cigarettes off your desk placing one between your chapped and bitten lips. You walked around the desk keeping your eye trained on the shithead. You grabbed your lighter and lit the cigarette before reaching inside one of your drawers and grabbing a gun. 

The silvery metal reflected the smallest light around your office as you approached him. 

Steve stood in the hallway with his hand resting on the handle of the door, biting his lip anxiously. His heart sank when he heard a gunshot and he bursted through the door finding you sitting with a cigarette between your lips and your gun in hand. 

“What the hel-” he found the man dead bleeding from his head. You stared at the body in disgust, blood spattered on your face and clothes. You dragged the poison and blew the smoke into the air. Steve slowly walked up to you cupped your face to look at him. 

“What happened?” he whispered. 

“I made sure he never does what he did to me to another woman ever again,” you said monotonously.

“Come here,” Steve picked you up and you tossed the cigarette on the dead man burning his bloodied face. 

Steve carried you to your room and sat you on your bed. You stayed still staring at nothing while Steve grabbed you a towel. He cleaned the blood of your face and tears fell down your face. You felt humiliated and violated. 

“Are you ok?” Steve whispered, afraid as if he spoke too loud he would startle you. 

“Yeah,” you choked out.

“No, you’re not.”

“Steve, I am. Truthfully. If you hadn’t been there, I can’t even imagine what would have happened,” you breathed out heavily calming yourself. 

“I owe you a great debt, Steve,” you said softly. 

“No you don’t, I’m just doing my job.”

“Thank you,” you leaned in closely and brushed your nose against his.

Suddenly Steve felt small. He was always a confident man, something you deeply admired about him, but being able to make him feel this way, all bothered and shy, gave you a sense of even more power over him. 

You brushed a hair from his face and moved to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his thighs. You circled your hand down to his chin lifting it slightly to make him look at you with those gorgeous blue eyes; like sapphires.

“I see the way you look at me Steve,” you whispered.

“We can’t,” he said back.

“Why not? I know how bad you’ve wanted me,” you trailed your hand down his chest.

“Y/n, you’re vulnerable. I can’t take advantage of you like that,” he said. You have this desire to regain control after what happened and conquering Steve would do just that whether you admit it or not. He wants to so badly have his way with you but he knows he’s just a grievance. You’ll wake up the next morning and pretend this never happened, that the words he’d whisper to you are just that, words. The love he’d give you isn’t reciprocated. He can’t let you break him like that. 

“What’s going on?” you asked seeing him in a sort of mental battle.

“Nothing, you should rest,” he said.

“I don’t want to rest. I don’t want to be alone,” you told him.

He looked at you with soft eyes, clenching his jaw tight. His hands were resting on your hips and he desperately fought the urge to move them; under your shirt, over your cheeks or thighs, anywhere, he wanted to feel you so bad. 

“Steve,” you breathed out, practically moaning. 

“Fuck,” Steve said with frustration.

“Please,” you cupped his face.

When he did say anything you got off of him and slowly made your way to the bathroom. Steve sat there regretful breathing out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. You were right there. In his arms and he pushed you away. 

You came out again wearing simple nightwear and trotted to Steve once again. You didn’t sit on his lap despite the both of you secretly wishing you would again but you did sit fairly close; your shoulder pressed against his. 

You rested your head on him, the both of your staring at the floor in silence. You slowly up at him cupping his bearded jaw with your delicate hand. You brushed the hairs with your fingers, you’d always preferred his beard than without. You had been the one to convince him not to shave and you had been the one he did it for. 

You couldn’t stop yourself and neither could Steve when the two of you met in the middle, your lips pressing against each other perfectly. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling and his hands went to where they belonged on your hips. You two kissed for what felt like an eternity; an eternity of pure lust and ecstasy. Steve pushed you down to lay flat on your bed, his hips settling between your legs. 

“Tell you want me, tell me how much you need me,” Steve said against your lips.

“I want you, I need you, so fucking bad,” you moaned.

“Tell me this is real,” he said with his eyes screwed shut. 

Steve had been so enamored by you since the day he met you. He used to work for your father before he retired and he insisted that Steve worked alongside you, to protect you. You were hesitant about having him around, independency clouding your mind when you became leader, but little did Steve know you had become very fond of the man at your side everywhere you went. 

He occupied every part of your mind for years now. The confidence he oozed, and sexiness he projected; how could anybody not fall in love? He was the source of the many nights you laid alone in bed, your hand between the junction of your thighs, writhing and panting dreaming of his body pressing against you just as he now. 

Steve fought his desires just as long as you did. When he looks at you, he can’t help the stutters and skips his heart makes. When you laugh, especially at something he says, he feels like a little boy again talking to his crush from school. You’re just so beautiful and dauntless, graceful and fearless. He can’t help but fall in love. Anyone would. 

“Steve, look at me, please.” 

Steve’s eyes pried open, terrified you would disappear if he did.

“This is real. I want you so badly; I need you. Please make me feel good,” you whispered against his lips. 

Steve kissed passionately before moving his lips across your jaw line, nipping and biting the soft skin. His hands held your waist firmly under your shirt, gently squeezing your sides making you giggle. 

“That tickles,” you giggled.

“The scary mob boss is ticklish?” Steve joked. 

“Stop it!” you shrieked when he tickled harder.

Steve laughed at you for a moment before capturing your lips in a kiss once again. He pulled up again sitting back on his knees bringing you with him up to his chest. He looked into your lust blown eyes carefully lifting your shirt. You eagerly raised your arms allowing him to discard it before you did the same to him.

You marveled at his toned body, your hands smoothing over his muscles and the little hairs that littered his chest. Steve's hands came up your side, his thumbs grazing lightly over your perked nipples making your body shiver with need. 

He sat comfortably bringing you to your knees so he was in line with your chest. He leaned forward and kissed all over before wrapping his lips around your nipple. His tongue swirled around it and his teeth grazed the nub before releasing with a pop and doing the same with the other.

The feeling of his tongue made you extremely aroused soaking your panties. You breathed heavily relishing in his attention. Your fingers combed through his hair lightly pulling on his long strands. He groaned softly, his eyes fluttering in pleasure. You’ll keep that in mind.

You sank down fully sitting in his lap, when you felt him poking you through both of your fabrics. You hand snaked down in between your bodies and you pressed on his erection with your hand, making him groan again. 

“Fuck, don’t tease me.”

“Then take these off.”

You quickly got off of his lap and he hurried to stand and take his pants off. You giggled at the sudden flurry of clothes but your face quickly turned to shock when you saw the size of Steve for the first time. 

“Baby, that’s not going to fit in me,” you said, making him chuckle.

“We’ll never know if we don’t try,” he winked. 

You bit your lip and laid back for him. He rubbed your legs softly curling his fingers over your bottoms and reluctantly pulled them down your legs. He kissed your legs up to your stomach before coming face to face with you once again. 

He kissed you with need like he would never be able to again after tonight. He doesn’t feel convinced that this is real. That tomorrow when you wake up beside you’ll realize that maybe you don’t fancy him like you say right now.

You reached forward wrapping your hand around his cock looking up at him with faux innocent eyes licking and biting your lips seductively. Steve could help but groan as he laid atop of you, hard as rock. 

Steve kissed your lips and he swears that he could stay like this forever. Your lips, although chapped and dry, were so addictive and obsessive. Your legs wrapped around his hips and your arms around his shoulders pulling him close to you as if he’d float away. He pushed slowly in you and you let out a shaky moan. Steve’s head that was buried lifted quickly, looked at you and whispered soft praises to you. 

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he whispered against your lips.

“Steve, move please,’ you moaned. 

He snapped his hips back and rutted into you over and over again. He placed his hand on your lower belly and felt his cock poking with each thrust. He grabbed your hand and placed it there too and you gasped at the fleeing before moaning loudly.

“Fuck, Steve,” you whimpered.  

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. God, you feel amazing. Pussy’s fucking perfect; you’re perfect,” he said against your ear. His words made your stomach flutter and your heart burst. He kissed the skin below it and your body shuddered at the feeling of his cool lips against your hot skin. Your hands raked through his long hair and you tugged on the locks bringing his head back up. You instantly attached your lips to his kissing him messily and passionately. 

Your pants and moans became louder with each thrust he got closer to making you release. You moaned his name over and over like a prayer. Steve grunted and his chest tightened feeling overwhelmed by you. 

His hips faltered and you pushed his shoulders rolling over with his cock still inside you. You quickly moved your hips back and forth, your hands pressing flat against his chest to support you, nails scratching his chest leaving dark red marks. Steve’s hands reached for your breasts, his thumbs grazing over your hardened nipples. His hands landed in their place on your hips guiding you, though you didn’t need it much.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come,” he moaned.

“Come in me, fuck! Stevie, I want it all, give it to me,” you said staring at his lips. 

“Fuck!”

Steve snapped his hips up and you felt his hot cum coating your walls. The feeling overwhelmed you and you came in time with him. Your eyes rolled back, your back arched, and you felt incredible. This career, if you can call it that, has run into plenty of lousy men and you wasted many hours with them but this, you could bask in the feeling of Steve’s arms and fully be content with life. 

You fell forward and Steve wrapped his arms around you. You breathed heavily and Steve’s hand rubbed your head lovingly. Your eyelids felt heavy and you couldn’t help the tiredness that overcame you. Steve laid there carefully listening to your breathing even out. He couldn’t believe that you were actually laying, naked and beautifully, in his arms. He dreamed of this moment more than he liked to admit.

Hours later you felt yourself suddenly wake. You were in a cold sweat shaking uncontrollably. You got off Steve who was still sleeping soundly beneath you. His face was so angelic, no it was god like. He looked so at peace you felt awful disturbing his comfort when you crawled off him quietly.

You grabbed one of the thin sheets that had fallen to the floor and wrapped lazily around your body and walked to the large window of your room. You looked out the window before grabbing the pack of cigarettes and lighter sitting fixed on the window ledge waiting to be used during your lowest moments.

You felt vulnerable. 

Steve laid on your bed and you really appreciated him. You genuinely liked him and you know he probably doesn’t believe you yet. He was so charming and compassionate. He protected you especially after what happened today. 

What happened today. God, you can imagine what would happen, what you would do to get out of that awful situation but when it happens, when it becomes reality… you forget everything. You forget how to breathe, how to move. It was terrifying. Even after everything you’d seen being a boss. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Steve came up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you. 

“God! You fucking scared me,” you looked at him.

“Sorry,” he smirked. 

He leaned forward and placed kisses along your shoulder and neck. You dragged the cigarette, closing your eyes at the delicious feeling of Steve’s kisses. His hands grazed under the sheet, his fingertips tickling the skin of your belly.

“Stop it,” you warned.

“Oh right, the scary mob lady is ticklish. I’ll keep that in mind,” he whispered, his lips against your ear.

“I swear to god, Steve. I’ll fire you,” you chuckled.

“Are you feeling any better? If that’s possible,” he said after a moment.

“You’re here with me,” you told him. 

“Please don’t leave me,” you teared up. This was the first time Steve had ever seen you vulnerable, visibly upset, crying. He’s never seen you cry.

“I would never leave you; not unless you want me to,” he cupped your face. 

“Thank you.”

Steve took the cigarette from your fingers and brought it to his lips dragging smoke and blowing it out the open window. You smiled at him before kissing his lips softly. 

“Come back to bed; it’s cold,” he placed the cigarette in the ashtray. 

You closed the window and Steve picked you up taking you to bed. You cuddled by his side, pressing your cold body against his warm one. You buried your face into his neck and fell sound asleep. He made you feel safe and protected. You easily let your guard down when you were with him and after tonight you really felt your walls coming down for him. And Steve was more than willing to come in. 

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[unbridgeabledistances]

I love your last fic so much it got me thinking could you write something about like the gallaghers( +Kev and v and sandy etc) observing Ian and Mickey’s relationship? Like their perspectives of seeing them be soft with each other and just their dynamic? I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense lol <3

hiiiii anon!<3 okay i want to start off by saying that this got WAY too long, bc i loved this prompt a lot- so much that i think i might make this a multi-part thing on ao3! i started with sandy (since i am in love with her) but i’ll also go through the gallaghers/kev & v soon- lmk if u guys want me to continue, and who u would want me to write next if i do (or if u want me to continue with sandy lol i have lots of thoughts and feelings)

this ended up taking place in s10 when we first meet sandy, fyi:) also tw for brief mentions of abuse (as always, bc of terry 🙄) -- and there is a reference to the line in 10x07 that jokes about mickey and sandy for a brief moment

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When Sandy heard her phone buzz on that Tuesday afternoon, sitting on the stained and lumpy couch in her shithead uncle’s living room while drinking a beer and arguing with Alek about what type of insurance fraud could make the biggest payout, she had no idea what to expect on the other end of the line. The phone kept ringing, the contact info lighting up the screen: MICKEY.

Mickey? Shit. It had been a long fucking time. Between her own various juvie stints as a kid and Mickey’s time behind bars overlapping just as she got released, Sandy hadn’t seen Mickey since… high school, maybe? Whenever it was, it was back when Mickey was a grimy kid with spikey hair and dirty fingernails, a kid with an obsession with guns and way too much time on his hands, back when they would hang out by the train tracks and drink beer and get way too high and do stupid shit; all in all, back when everything was a hell of a lot simpler. Sandy assumed Mickey had met Royal and been clued in about her shitshow of a life at some point while she’d been gone, and they’d possibly overlapped at a family party or two a few years ago when they both were in town— but other than hearing about the aftershocks of Mickey coming out and driving Terry up a goddamn wall, so much so that Terry broke his parole and was headed straight back to prison hours after his release, Sandy hadn’t seen Mickey in forever.

Which is why this call intrigued her so much— Mickey was supposed to be in prison for at least a couple more years, or at least that’s what his brothers had said, so why the fuck was he using a cell phone right now?

Sandy nodded her head towards the cellphone, cutting Alek off mid-sentence and sliding her thumb across the screen to pick up the call. Before saying anything, she rose off the creaky springs of the couch and speedwalked out to the front porch before answering— whatever the fuck Mickey wanted, she assumed he was calling her because this conversation wasn’t for the ears of any other Milkoviches. She lit a cigarette and leaned against the post of the front stoop, listening to the silence hanging heavy on her phone’s speaker.

“Mickey? You there?”

A low chuckle came from the other end of the line.

“Fuck. Been a long time.” Mickey’s voice sounded the same; punchy and snarky, maybe a little gruffer and raspier after years of cigarette smoke. Sandy waited a moment for Mickey to give more of a reply, or an explanation for his call, but it was clear that Mickey wasn’t going to give one right away— it was like he was testing the waters, like he was deciding if making this call was the right move. Soft static echoed on the phone line.

Sandy totally got it— reemerging from a life of cinderblock cell walls and barbed wire fences fucking sucked, especially when you were a Milkovich and the moment you got out you were faced with a choice, an opportunity: did you want to go back home, or did you want to start fresh, erase your own name, and forget this dysfunctional family ever existed? Sandy knew she felt the same way when she got out. Mickey deciding to call Sandy was a big fucking move, and she realized that— reclaiming your life as a Milkovich on the brink of a new beginning took guts.

“So, I take it you’re out of prison?” Sandy asked after a moment, inhaling another slow puff of her cigarette.

There was that laugh again— Sandy had weirdly missed it. Honestly, Mickey hadn’t ever been too bad to be around— they’d both felt like outsiders in the family, had both always had a strong head on their shoulders and a fucking moral compass, unlike the rest of Terry’s sheep who did his bidding and got swastikas tattooed on their chest. When he was younger Mickey used to follow Terry and his older brothers around like a lost puppy, and he even got those fucking knuckle tats—but later in high school, Sandy remembered seeing something deep snap inside him, bleeding out in “STAY THE FUCK OUT” and “FUCK LOVE” signs taped onto his bedroom walls. At the time she thought it was the fucked-up shit with Terry and Mandy driving him up a wall— but now she realized the constant bombardment of homophobia, coupled with the cuts and bruises blooming on his cheeks and the cigarette burn scars on his arms, must have been signs of Mickey realizing the rude awakening that was inevitably going to come if he wanted to be who he was. Sandy couldn’t even imagine— no one really gave a shit who she fucked, and her cousins didn’t know anything about her sex life—but she couldn’t fathom being Terry’s son, the pride and joy of the Milkovich clan, and needing to outwardly admit those deeper parts of herself.

“Yup, I’m free to join civilization as of this morning. Overcrowding or some shit.” Sandy could hear Mickey also taking a drag of a cigarette on the other end of the line. She smirked to herself. Guess we both didn’t break the Milkovich nicotine addiction.

“So, uh, listen,” Mickey continued, and Sandy immediately knew he was in deep shit if she was the one he was calling to ask for a favor. “I’m in a bit of a… situation. Don’t wanna go into too many specifics, but there might be a massive fucking Mexican cartel after me right now.”

Sandy barked out a laugh before she could help herself. Fucking Mickey. “Oh yeah? Sounds like you’re feeling thrilled to be a free man again.”

Mickey chuckled again. “Fuck you. But hey, d’you think you can bring my shit by to me, so I don’t have to stop by the house and get fucking killed? You don’t gotta rush or whatever, just didn’t wanna show my face quite yet.”

Sandy could feel all the unsaid things wrapped in the way Mickey’s sentence ended. Didn’t want to show his face quite yet because of this cartel bullshit, or because of Terry? She decided it didn’t really matter— Mickey was a good guy, she could spend an hour or so rounding up his shit and bringing it to him if that’s what he needed.

“Got it.” She blew out more smoke, watching it curl and drift over the wasteland of the front yard on a gust of summer air.

Mickey cleared his throat, like he was gearing up to say more. When he spoke, his voice was softer around the edges, more genuine than before.

“I’m, uh. I’m sure you heard everything about me while I was gone. About Terry flipping his shit. Probably not the best idea for me to come around the house quite yet—my brothers n’ I haven’t really talked much since then either.” He paused, inhaling another drag of his cigarette. “I figured you’d get it. And hey, if you can bring the stuff by, I’d love to hear all the badass shit you’ve been up to the past few years.”

Sandy nearly winced—yeah, if by “badass shit” you mean getting forcibly married to a douchebag and then couch surfing for months— but she tried to keep her shit together for Mickey’s sake. She stubbed out her cigarette on the railing of the porch, straightening from where she was leaning.

“I’ve got it Mickey, don’t worry about it. Where are you right now, anyways?”

She could hear the hint of relief bleeding into Mickey’s voice when he replied. “I’m at the Gallagher house? The grey one by the tracks.”

Sandy rolled her eyes. “I was in jail for a couple of years Mickey, not braindead. I know where the Gallagher house is.”

Mickey huffed out a breath, but there wasn’t any sharpness in it. “Excuse me for tryin’ to be helpful, smartass.”

“Why the fuck are you there, anyways?”

“I’m, uh, crashing with my partner for now. Ian?”

Holy shit, Mickey was still fucking Ian Gallagher? Sandy had pieced together that Ian was the reason Mickey came out months after getting married to some Russian bitch, and according to Iggy the whole reason Mickey went to jail in the first place was some love-crazed revenge plot on Ian’s behalf— but since getting locked up Mickey hadn’t kept in touch with anyone, other than a shady-as-fuck message to his brothers after he’d busted out of prison letting everyone know that he was in Mexico, despite getting thrown back into jail in Chicago a couple months later. Sandy didn’t really know the details, and she especially didn’t know anything about Mickey’s love life— but it was wild as fuck that someone as unsettled and ruthless and batshit crazy as Mickey could’ve been with the same person all this time, especially someone as seemingly bland as Ian Gallagher. Huh. Wonder if I’ll get to see Ian.

“Got it. I’ll round up your shit and bring it by the Gallagher house later today. And don’t worry, I won’t let anyone know you called til you’re ready.”

Mickey exhaled on the other end of the line. “There shouldn’t be much, just check the drawers or whatever. “

Sandy knew for a fact that most of Mickey’s lingering possessions had probably been taken, sold, or thrown out by a zealously homophobic Terry by now, but she wasn’t going to say as much to Mickey over the phone.

“I’m on it. See you in a couple hours.”

“Hey, Sandy?” Mickey blew out a long breath, and this time Sandy couldn’t tell if it was because he was still smoking or because he was riding a wave of relief, releasing the floodgates of anxiousness he’d been holding in the whole conversation. “Thanks. I fuckin’ owe you one.”

Sandy smirked. Maybe Mickey being let out of jail early was a good thing, despite how fucked his whole situation seemed— maybe, for once, someone in her family would be fun to be around, wouldn’t set her teeth on edge every two seconds by making a racist comment or forcing her to be something she wasn’t.

“I’ll text you when I’m almost at your love nest.”

She imagined Mickey’s grin as he replied. “Fuck you. See ya soon.”

**

After scraping through every rickety dresser drawer in Terry’s house for nearly an hour, Sandy could barely come up with anything that was reportedly Mickey’s: a couple of tattered shirts, an impressively overused-looking bong, and a single sneaker she’d left behind because she couldn’t find the other one. She threw it all in some shitty burlap rucksack she’d found on one of the bedroom floors, assuming no one would miss it— it dawned on her that maybe her cousins were lying, and some of the other stuff in the house was still Mickey’s, but she’d collected what she could based on the whispered directions Alek and Iggy had given her when Terry was out of the room.

Sandy unlocked her phone, and typed a quick message to Mickey. “Out front.”

Mickey’s reply came quickly, and Sandy noticed the front curtains rustling on the top floor of the Gallagher house.

“Coming down”

The front door creaked open, and Mickey walked out onto the front porch. He looked good; he looked cleaner, sure, but also like a fucking adult—like he’d grown into himself, like he actually carried himself with confidence instead of just pretending to. He nodded his chin up at Sandy in acknowledgement.

“Long time no see.” He smirked, leaning on the banister. “You make a good delivery service. All those hauls we did with Terry must’ve been good training.”

Sandy lazily walked up the front steps, reaching the bag out in front of her for Mickey to take. “Here’s all the shit I could find. It’s not much.”

Mickey jerked his head to the open door behind him. “You wanna come in for a sec?”

Sandy grinned. Why the fuck not. “Sure."

So that was how she found herself perched on what was presumably Ian Gallagher’s bed, watching Mickey ruffle through the burlap bag, his brows furrowed as he realized just how much of his shit was actually gone.

“This everything?”

“As much as I could find.”

They comfortably chatted back and forth about how everyone was— Sandy decided to divulge the fact that Mickey’s brothers were idiots who tried to crawl in bed with her every night, which is something that she had to joke about so she didn’t go fucking insane sleeping under the same roof as them.

“Fuck ‘em, chop their nuts off next time they try it.”

Sandy smirked. Finally, a decent fucking relative. She made some hollow joke about staying with Mickey, alluding to the extra-shitty night decades ago when their cousins had forced them to make out when they were way too high on something.

“Or I could stay here with you. Have fun like we did when we were kids.”

“You know that’s fucked up, right? We’re fucking cousins!”

“Plus he’s taken.” A voice came from around the corner.

Ian Gallagher looked bigger, taller, and more solid than Sandy remembered; he was definitely miles away from the scrawny kid with the bangs who worked at the Kash N Grab that Sandy and her cousins endlessly used to fuck with in middle school. Ian’s shoulders were wide, his body imposing in the tiny room; immediately, Mickey’s aggravated stance softened when Ian walked in, wrapped in a towel from the waist down.

“Oh right, you.” Sandy grinned as Ian hunched over the bed and grabbed his deodorant from the nightstand.

Mickey had turned back to the bag of clothes. “Hey, I had shampoo and shit, is there soap anywhere?”

Sandy rolled her eyes. “You’ve been gone for years, you think your brothers would save that shit for you?” she bit out— and okay, maybe she was a little pissed at Mickey’s brothers for the constant-sexual-assault thing.

Ian just applied his deodorant and leaned in close to Mickey as he passed by the bed towards the doorframe. “You can use mine. We’ll hit Costco later, I’m getting paid.”

It was stupid, but Sandy felt something soft pang in her chest at Ian’s words; it was just now that she was realizing it, but she didn’t think she’d ever seen someone take care of Mickey before, or so… automatically factor Mickey’s needs into a situation. Being a Milkovich was all about scrounging and scraping, and guarding what little you had; a Milkovich would never let someone use their fucking soap just because they cared about them, or not as an immediate reaction anyways.

“Nah, I can’t, man. PO texted me when you were in the shower, he’s got a job for me.”

Ian kept looking at Mickey from where he was leaning in the doorway. “Then give me a list of shit you need, and I’ll pick it up for you,” Ian said in an overly simple tone, like he was mocking the fact that Mickey didn’t realize Ian would run an errand for him.

Sandy smirked. Jesus, Gallagher is whipped.

“Isn’t that cute, little domestic bitches,” Sandy crooned before she could help herself.

Ian stepped into the room again and leaned in towards Mickey, pressing a kiss to Mickey’s cheek while Mickey aggressively tried to uncrumple one of the pile of shirts from the bag.

“Mm, thank you,” Ian said in reply, his voice muffling as he smushed his face closer to Mickey’s.

Mickey instantly smiled smugly as Ian’s lips pressed against his cheek—then he noticed Sandy was staring, so he flipped her off and smiled even wider. What the fuck? Sure, Mickey had flipped Sandy off, but he was practically fucking beaming in a way that Sandy had never seen. God, wonder if I’ll find this shit someday.

Ian detached himself from Mickey and walked out of the room, Mickey’s eyes lingering on his torso. Once Ian had turned the corner Mickey snapped back to attention, fixing his eyes back onto the small mountain of clothes spread on the bed in front of him. Mickey lifted the bong off the bedsheets, and met Sandy’s gaze. 

“You have to go, or d’you wanna hang for a bit? I don’t have to be at work for a couple hours, and it’s gonna suck enough that I should probably be high before I get there.”

Sandy grinned. “Hell yeah, I’m down.”

**

They sat on the rickety back steps of the Gallagher house, silently taking hits and passing the bong back and forth. It had been years since they’d been in the same space, but Sandy and Mickey easily sank into a comfortable silence, passively surrounded by the shrieks of kids playing across the alleyway and the bubbling of water as they inhaled. Mickey blew smoke out of his nose, then sat back so he was leaning against the banister and passed the glass pipe to Sandy.

“So,” Sandy started as she held the lighter to the bong and inhaled deeply. “Ian Gallagher.”

Mickey huffed out a laugh. “Yup. That’s some Romeo and Juliet shit for ya.”

Sandy smirked as she exhaled. “You really fucking love him, huh?”

Mickey eyebrows raised almost imperceptibly as he looked towards her. “Yeah. Guess I do.” He took the bong from Sandy’s outstretched hand. “Took me forever to get shit straight with him, though.”

Ah. So their road to domestic bliss wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed. Sandy’s curiosity was growing.

“Because of shit with Terry?”

Mickey stiffened, coughing a bit as he exhaled smoke, like Sandy’s question caught him off guard. “Shit. Yeah. That too. Let’s just say there were lots of fucking ups and downs, and we both had a lot of shit to unpack.”

Sandy snickered. “You sound like a fucking couples therapist.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. “If you wanna see couples therapy, I should tell you about the months me and Ian were sharing a fucking cell. We nearly ripped each other’s heads off. We literally stabbed someone so one of us might get sent to fucking solitary.”

Sandy’s laughter grew. “Are you fucking serious?”

Mickey grinned, and passed the bong back to Sandy again. “Fuck. Yeah. I fucking love him, though. He’s fucking crazy, and I still can’t let him go.” Mickey looked off into the distance across the alleyway, and either the weed was really hitting him right now, or he was being a very sappy motherfucker.

Sandy nudged Mickey’s knee. “You guys are cute together.” Mickey’s eyebrows raised when he heard the word “cute,” and Sandy quickly tried to rephrase. “Not cute, but y’know. Good for each other. You seem happy. Happy is... good.”

Mickey nodded pensively. “How’re you doing, anyways?”

Sandy shrugged noncommittally. “Eh. We can talk about me another time. How the fuck did you and Ian end up sharing a jail cell, anyways?”

Mickey let out a throaty laugh. “I heard Gallagher was getting locked up when I was down south, so I essentially pulled some strings and fucking snitched on the cartel I was working for. Hauled my ass back up here so we could be together.”

Holy fuck. Sandy’s jaw nearly dropped. “Mickey, you’re batshit crazy.” She shoved him squarely in the chest this time. “Are you fucking serious?! You evaded the feds, were living in Mexico, and you came back for Ian Gallagher?”

Mickey rolled his eyes again, placing the bong on the steps. “I can’t explain it, man. I just didn’t wanna be anywhere else, I guess.”

Sandy leaned back onto the banister. “Shit.” She paused for a moment, wondering if she should ask the next question. “Do you… want me to tell anyone you’re back?”

Mickey glanced over at her, his eyes alert. “Nah. Not yet. That okay with you?”

Sandy nodded. “Of course.” Mickey pulled out his phone, checking the time and presumably looking for a distraction from tiptoeing around talking about Terry— but Sandy had to tell him, had to let him know one more thing.

“Hey, Mickey?”

Mickey looked up. “Yeah?”

“I don’t really know the details of what went down with Terry, or whatever— but I just wanted to let you know that… if you ever wanna come home, I’m on your side. No questions asked. And I think a lot of the others are, too.”

The corner of Mickey’s mouth ticked upward. “Thanks.”

Sandy stood, checking her phone and zipping her leather jacket. “Well, I’d probably let you sober up a bit before your big parolee first day of work.”

Mickey raised a middle finger up to her from where he was seated, but then rose to stand.

“Thanks for comin’ by. And hey—you’re free to crash here anytime. There’s a million fucking kids running around all the time, but there’s always a couch or something open if everyone at home’s giving you too much shit.”

Sandy felt something warm growing in her chest. It had been a long fucking time since someone offered to take care of her, just because they could, just because they wanted to— maybe being a Milkovich wasn’t half bad. Maybe there were some good ones.

Sandy nodded in acknowledgement, and turned to walk down the creaky back steps. Wow. If Sandy was sure of one thing right now, it was that Mickey really, really fucking loved Ian Gallagher.

#also this goes without saying but i am not acknowledging the inc*st jokes as things that actually happened #bc that makes me!! wildly uncomfortable!!! lmao #but that being said hope y’all enjoyed this :) #gallavich #gallavich fanfiction #shameless #shameless fic #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #sandy milkovich #gallavich fic

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I played these games with my sister (she's never played before now) and I got SO FRUSTRATED with her bc she liked louis in ep1 but then got pissed at him when he was mad at aj for killing marlon 💀she brushed off when I explain it to her but she didn't forgive him and let him get captured... it makes me sad that people still don't bother to care about what he went threw with marlons death. let him fucking grieve GOD...

Oof, I'm sorry, anon. It is frustrating. Hell, remember when ep2 first dropped and so many people were butthurt and pissy that Louis was upset? At least there were a ton of people out here defending him and trying to help explain why he behaves that way.

It's kinda funny though that there are still people in the community who dismiss him in ep2. Not nearly as many as when the ep first dropped obviously, but I still come across posts and comments about it.

Like when I snoop around on reddit [because apparently I just never learn] there'll be posts where this gets brought up and you see shit like "Louis was a dick and he betrayed us!" and other various things of equal dingus quality. I assume at this point it's either new people saying this or people who willfully ignore the Louis side of things.

Like yes, random reddit dingus, I'm aware that Marlon wasn't the best guy around. We all know that he gave the twins away and murdered Brody, we were all there. But this whole idea of "Louis should just get over it because Marlon sucks and Clementine is perfect" is dumb?

It's like when people go back to S1 when Lilly lost her father. Yeah, Larry's a piece of shit and no one liked him, but he was Lilly's father and she loved him even though he treated her bad, and watching Kenny smash his face in was traumatizing? it fucked her up pretty good? and stuck with her and is a major factor in why she became terrible in tfs? and like....... No, Lilly, don't you get it?

Larry was garbage, so you should just get over his death. Why can't you just get over it Lilly, he was only your abusive father who treated everyone like shit, including you. Who cares if he was the only family you had left and your relationship was way more complicated than what we're initially left to believe. He was a terrible person, therefore your feelings about his death are completely invalid and Kenny was right all along.

And yeah, I know it's a little hmmm to use Lilly as an example due to what they did to her character in tfs but you get me.

because Marlon sucks and Clem can do no wrong, Louis' feelings and grief are invalid and he sucks too........... but like no.

Marlon was Louis' best friend for 8+ years. Louis had complete faith in Marlon, and blindly trusted him. He was heartbroken when he found out what Marlon did to the twins and Brody. He didn't wanna believe it. I mean, would you? Your best friend gets accused of murder and giving away the twins to become soldiers for some raiders, and is now threatening to kill your new friend? You wanna believe him because you don't want to believe he could do these things. It's a lot, and I don't doubt that Louis was overwhelmed with all this information and what was happening before him.

But when Clementine appeals to him, Louis gathers all the strength he has to step between them and try to solve this peacefully, to deescalate the situation because yeah, what Marlon did was fucked up and Louis isn't trying to excuse that? He's not trying to justify anything?

But then AJ murders him, and Louis witnesses the whole thing. I don't know about you, but that would fuck me up pretty good. He has every right to be upset and want both AJ and Clem the hell away from him.

God, and then the damn funeral.... yeah, great idea, bring Clementine and AJ to the funeral, that probably won't cause any issues, yep.

Honestly, I don't blame Louis for leaving when AJ starts talking about wanting to atone [or if you said he's justified, but like why would you?]. He's not thinking rationally, he's grieving, he's acting this way because he's hurting.... but hell, he doesn't even have time to properly do that. It's not like Marlon died and then he had weeks or months or years to work through that before the raiders came pounding at their doors.

Plus, he's got Violet constantly invalidating his feelings and grief because "fuck Marlon just get over yourself Louis you can be such a shithead" and the others probably aren't helping him much given how he's viewed and treated, and he can't talk to Clementine because things are still uncomfortable there...... so he's by himself coming to terms with everything.

Throw in his guilt over AJ getting shot and well..... it's not great.

But no.... Louis should just get over it. Marlon was a liar and a murderer and that means everything you had with him in the past 8 years doesn't count so..... get over yourself, Louis.

I cannot roll my eyes any harder.

Sidenote, but if you look through some of these people's other posts, they'll comment about how Luke didn't react to Nick's death in S2 and how bullshit that was, or how Clementine's behavior in ANF was understandable and we give her a rough time, or how Violet's grief over losing the twins or being captured is often misinterpreted and we should be more open and empathetic with her...

Now I'm not saying that these people only use certain arguments when it helps the case they're trying to make and ignore these same things when it comes to characters they don't like..... all I'm saying is that it's a little funny that you got what you asked for, but since it happened to come from Louis, you suddenly change your mind and decide he reacted TOO MUCH to Marlon's death and was just too mean to Clem and AJ.

#asks #twdg louis #twdg marlon #twdg clementine #twdg aj #💚

[lesbeet]

actually something that happened as a result of rewatching succession that i didn't expect is that this time around i found myself empathizing with roman a lot more than my first watch

i think i was so put off by the terrible things he says and the ease with which he says them that i didn't really bother to look past what now seems like a very obvious front. but this time i was continuously struck by like. when it comes down to it, he's least able to stomach stabbing a family member in the back in any major way. he says whatever the fuck because it makes it seem like he doesn't care, bc he knows that on some level his siblings and his father don't care, because if they cared they wouldn't be able to betray each other as frequently and as devastatingly as they all do. especially at the very end of s2 and what we have of s3 so far, he's the one who very plainly asks his siblings if they'll ever be able to openly talk to each other, he's the one who most sincerely asks kendall if he's okay after it's decided that he'll be the one to go to prison, he's most punishing to kendall for the press conference but also brings him danishes, but also is the one to openly worry about whether betraying logan might genuinely kill him, but he's also the one to lie to logan to cover for shiv, but he's also the one to lie FOR logan on tv and then get verbally abused for doing so, but he's also the one to very explicitly refuse to sign the letter about kendall because of how fucking brutal it is (whereas connor's refusal was given in stupid metaphors about the value of his signature or whatever and then some weird shit about his dicky-dick)

like. he's the one who got slapped so hard he lost a tooth when logan was mad at SHIV, and he's the one who agrees that logan didn't actually "make contact" because he "isn't like that", his disgusting misogyny is an obvious cover for his debilitating fear of intimacy because he has no self-esteem because his father has convinced him he's a useless moron (among other things)

and none of this is to excuse his behavior or his vulgarity or his treatment of the people he hurts but also like. what the fuck else could we possibly expect from this sheltered little shithead growing up with people like that lol

#i'm still a kendall girl (too much chronic eldest daughter syndrome not to be) #but i think it's just that roman is harder to laugh at #like roman is either absolutely disgusting or absolutely pathetic with little in between #kendall is also quite frequently hysterical to observe #roman not so often

[shutupptara]

post the excerpt post it!!!! i loved the last one!!!

I’m clearly very easy to persuade 🤷🏻‍♀️ so this was written when B was still in Pittsburgh, expansion was far from my mind, and Chris just got traded to Calgary. B asks you to come to dinner w the two of them when the flames are in town for a game, and Chris is a little bitter. It’s a bit jumpy bc I cut some parts out and the lead up didn’t give much to what we’re looking at here. Probs not the meeting the family moment you were looking for, but the little blurb after you and B get home makes my heart happy so yeah I guess here’s my excuse to post that sorry I missed the mark this was written almost a year ago

He’s pensive, eyes narrowed. The nice thing about the Tanev boys, she realizes, is just how expressive they are. Much like his younger brother, Chris wears his thoughts all over his face. Maybe it should be intimidating, the way he’s looking at her, but at the end of the day, he’s still Brandon’s big brother. That innate need to look out for him doesn’t just go away, and she admires that he’s not pulling punches. “So you’d be willing to leave Pittsburgh? And your career?”

“You don’t have to vet her, Chris.” Brandon jumps in. He’s shooting him a pointed look, and Chris lifts his hands up in surrender.

“I’m just saying. You may not play your whole career here. And if something changes-“ He trails off with a shrug, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. She can tell part of this is projection. Chris likely thought he’d play his whole career in Vancouver before the trade to Calgary hit. It’s a hard pill to swallow, especially when you’ve started to put down roots in a city. She can’t fault him for looking out for his brother here. It’s not a conversation they’ve broached just yet, but she knows if Brandon asked her, she’d go with him anywhere.

“I’m here for six years,” Brandon reminds him. “It’s locked decently tight.”

“I’d live anywhere,” She says. Both Chris and Brandon turn to look at her then, considering. “Home is more about the people than anything else.” She takes in a slow breath and thinks, fuck it. “I love Brandon; if he said let’s move to Russia so I can play in the KHL, I’d go. I just want to be with him.” This brings a big, toothless grin to Chris’ face, and she feels Brandon slide in even closer to her.

“This shithead could never survive in Russia,” Chris laughs. 

Once they order, conversation starts to flow much more naturally. Chris and Brandon fall into the comfortable step that only siblings seem capable of, and she truly enjoys bearing witness to it all. They talk about Chris’ fiancé, his fat pug- Chris’ words, not theirs- Riley, and how he’s handling the transition to Calgary. All can agree that the year has been utter chaos, and it’s interesting to see how they’ve come out the other side.

As they eat, she starts to notice the little things about Brandon that clearly mirror Chris: the way he pauses when you ask him a question, so he can give genuine thought to his response, the casual way he runs his hand through his hair. It’s a lovely thought, to recognize pieces of those closest to you in your quirks. There’s no shortage of chirping, though, which she’s also pleased to witness. The conversation shifts to Brandon’s headshot from the beginning of the season, and he groans.

“We don’t need to talk about that.”

“Oh yes we do,” Chris says,

“I’d also like to,” she agrees.

Chris’ boisterous laughter fills the air. “See? Even your girl is curious, Bran. I told the media you must’ve looked in the mirror and spooked yourself.”

“Hilarious,” Brandon grumbles. “I’m never gonna reveal my secrets.”

“Does that mean there’s nothing to reveal?” She presses.

“No thoughts, head empty,” Chris offers. “Just ghosts?”

“Stay off the internet, Chris,” Brandon grins.

~

Much to Chris’ chagrin, the restaurant really does make good burgers. It may not be the best pre-game meal in the world, but it’s protein and carbs, and truly, there are worse things they could be putting in their bodies the night before a game. Brandon probably will regardless, so it is what it is, really.

“I’m surprised mom didn’t want to come to this game,” Brandon says. He’s just handed his card over to the waitress, ignoring Chris’ huffs and annoyed looks.

“I know,” Chris agrees. “it’s not everyday her favorite son is in the same time zone.”

“Shut the fuck up, we both know Kyle’s the favorite.” Brandon chuckles, and the quick shrug Chris gives solidifies his agreement. He stretches his arms out above his head, yawning audibly before he turns to her. “You ready to get going?” When she nods, he slides out of the booth, reaching his hand out for her when he’s on his feet. “Thanks for coming out.”

Chris rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “I’m just here for your girl,” he teases. “It was nice meeting you; good luck with this one.” He takes a small step and pulls her in for a short hug, patting her shoulder casually.

“Thanks,” she beams. “I’ll try to keep him in line.”

~

Later in the evening, she emerges from Brandon’s bathroom. She frowns when she doesn’t see him perched on the bed like he usually is and helps herself to a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt. Quietly, she pads out of the bedroom and down the hall, hearing pieces of his hushed whispers into his phone. She’s not intending to snoop; she’s in the process of turning around to head back to the bedroom when she hears her name and she freezes mid step.

“It means a lot you like her,” he says. So he’s talking to Chris, she realizes.

He says something else she can’t quiet make out, so she moves a tiny bit closer, holding her breath to not make any noise.

“Yeah, I know. It’s really great.”

He’s quiet for a long while, and she reasons Chris must have a lot to say about the matter, maybe even her.

She hears Brandon snort out a laugh, then sigh. “I’ve never had this before, ya know? I just- she’s it. I think I’m gonna marry her.” Her heart nearly stops in her chest, while butterflies erupt in her stomach. She feels an adrenaline rush shoot through her, and she bites her lip through her wide smile.

“No… I don’t care… yes I know its soon, I’m not saying I already bought the ring…” Brandon sighs again, and she can picture the way he’s probably pacing around the island, running his hand over his chin. She nearly floats down the hallway back to the bedroom, giving him back the privacy he was obviously looking for. She should probably feel guilty for eavesdropping, but she’s just so giddy, she can’t process anything but that now. It’s incredible, to know he wants this just as much as she does, seemingly for the rest of his life. She falls to the bed with a dreamy sigh, staring up at the ceiling, unable to keep the smile off her face.

The sound of Brandon walking through the door has her perking up. “Hey,” he breathes. He sits down beside her, setting his phone down on the bedside table.

Instantly she’s up, crawling over into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. She leans in and kisses him hotly, pouring every ounce of joy she’s feeling into the kiss. His lips are soft and warm, parted slightly, allowing her tongue to slip inside.

Brandon’s hands settle on her hips, drawing her closer, pressing their bodies together. The woodsy scent of his cologne, his soft little puffs of breath against her lips, it’s dizzying. He nudges his nose against hers and pulls back, panting. “Okay, hi there.” He laughs, and it rumbles in her chest, reverberating through her and filling her with warmth.

“Hi,” She giggles. She leans in, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, unable to stop herself. “I was thinking…” Brandon hums. “What if we moved in together?” She blurts.

She’s a bit surprised to hear herself say it but putting it out there feels right. “Its just- we spend almost every night with each other anyway,” she reasons, “and I don’t know… it would be easier, right? More convenient, and-“

“Yes.”

She inhales sharply. “Yes?”

Brandon nods. “Yes. You can move in here, or I’ll move to your apartment, I don’t care. Just, yes. Let’s do this.” 

#answered asks #anonymous #Brandon tanev #enjoy I guess? #reading it back I’m seeing how crap it is but

[keplercryptonomica]

belated thoughts on beatlesnatural bc i have not stopped thinking ab tfw using beatles aliases:

dean makes himself mccartney, naturally (he has an emotional attachment to mccartney’s backstory behind including the lyric “mother mary” in let it be, therefore refusing to let anyone else be mccartney) + he makes sam lennon (is this just a shithead older brother excuse to make sam wear silly little glasses as part of the case? he’ll never tell). cas finds out they’re doing beatles themed aliases and he INSISTS on being yoko ono (“she’s a girlboss, dean” scrimble scromble). cas is very confused when dean subsequently makes a big deal of wanting to steal the lennon alias from sam. “but dean, you wanted to be paul mccartney,” cas says. eilieen chimes in, “yeah dean! you can’t be lennon anyways, you don’t have the hair for it.” grumbles from dean ab how the beatles had different hairstyles at different points and actually it doesn’t matter, forget it. sam is thoroughly amused (more shithead brother antics) and after making fun of dean relentlessly, fondly acquiesces the lennon alias. BUT dean still refuses to let anyone else be mccartney. sam bitches at him until dean says “fine. JACK can be mccartney” (jack wants to be sergeant pepper)

#my post #spn #the beatles #tfw #beatlesnatural

[thebeingofeverything]

I'm primarily a Mephiro shipper but I know you like MephAmaiRin and I'm curious about how you feel about your OT3 in these scenarios: 9, 27, 29, 31, 36 and 45 (This is for that "Send me a ship and a number and I'll tell you" ship post) and sorry I know it was supposed to be one number but I was curious about all of these haha

I will also gladly do a mephiro too ;D don’t hold back, I’m a multi-shipper at heart. But hell yeah ot3 :D

9. Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

-Religion probably not, or in the vein of what goes on in canon so it’s nbd to any of them. Marriage, Rin is pretty much well if they’re happy with whatever we’ve got going on, it’s cool (tho he’d also be thrilled for an actual wedding, if only as a reason to get all his friends/family around for a celebration bc he’s sociable like that). But it’s right up there with the “love” topic and something Rin edges around bc he knows they’re not quite ready to hear that stuff. Children never really come up bc Rin doesn’t realize it’s even an option (tho given certain demons’ shapeshifting abilities~). And again, all things human concerns so Mephisto/Amaimon don’t look at them the same way Rin does so when the topics do come up, it’s usually Rin being the odd one out with his human upbringing making something like death more of a big deal. Mephisto knows to handle heavy topics a bit more delicately in a way that Rin understands if only bc he’s used to humanity by now. (I could write like an essay on how they each approach these topics and heavy issues in general but I just realized how many questions I have to get thru yet XD).

27. Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

--I see Rin either adopting various strays he’s picked up and imprinted on over the years and Mephisto/Amaimon just huff and accept that they’re gonna have to share Rin’s attention with others. (Tho again, fun with shapeshifting vessels means I’d get to play with the ot3 and their horrible eldritch abominations/children and Rin being trailed by a flock of monsters he refers to as his babies lol). I tend to take that Rin’s demon heart makes him more like a demon king/satan than a typical nephilim that only live for 200 years so they definitely grow “old” together in a sense of the word lol But for splitting up, I’d say that in the end, it becomes a good-natured relationship between them and Rin throughout the ages. They might spend some centuries closer than others, and some more apart as they enjoy their various hobbies but never really “break up”.

29. How do they handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

--Oooh well they’re really going thru it rn in canon XD So much like that, Mephisto’s probably got a plan, Amaimon’s a one-demon battering ram, and Rin is out there in the middle of things totally clueless but ready to throw hands  lmao Minor injuries are made a big fuss of by Mephisto for himself, those giant bandaids and requests for someone to kiss his owies better while Amaimon just stares into the camera like he’s on the office and Rin sighs and complies. Sickness is just an excuse for attention and they all take advantage of it since it happens so rarely (if ever, do we even know if demons can contract an illness? Maybe a demonic one like I did for the Quarantine Au lol). Thus, Rin becomes a living space heater and provider of hot soup, Amaimon is there with the absentminded hair brushing and tea, and Mephisto is awful but he might carry them to bed or help them take a bath/order Belial to give them a bath when he’s especially lazy lmao

31. Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

--Rin and Mephisto are kings of being teasing shitheads to each other and definitely not above poking at inside jokes or little things like finishing sentences. Amaimon picks up habits all the time, constantly watching Rin/Mephisto bc he’s curious about the things they’re interested in and why. Rin is a terrible liar and they both know when he’s hiding anything, rip to him lmao Though they might guess he’s hiding something, but not what and he surprises them all the time. Amaimon is another open book, but only bc he doesn’t see the point in lying and will be blunt about most things or clam up and not say anything when he doesn’t want to answer. Annnd Mephisto is a horrible/perennial liar and at this point it’s safer to assume he’s hiding something than not. Tho he rarely fully lies, preferring to lie with the truth or let ppl lie to themselves. Rin/Amaimon are used to picking out when he’s masking things he’d rather not talk about, tho cornering him is the tricky part.

36. What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

--These guys are a power ot3 100% :D Rin doesn’t humanize them so much as bring out the best aspects of them, and they repay it with meeting him halfway. It’s all about getting Rin to recognize his role as Satan’s nephil/ the new godking of gehenna while also accepting the human piece of Rin and accommodating it into their lives. Their weakness is definitely that Mephisto refuses to let anyone really know his plans, and those can be unintentionally self-destructive, plus he tends to displace all his stress onto Amaimon as a convenient punching bag and Rin isn’t cool with that. They’re all incredibly stubborn too, so arguments aren’t always about changing each other’s minds, so much as letting them know what they’re going to do and doing it anyway.

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

--Annnnd last question~ This is fun lol Mephisto just wants what he always has, to have the freedom to play with his sandbox/Assiah without someone trying to take his toys away or mess with them, as long as he has that, he’s happy playing with his toys and enjoying the excitement Rin and Amaimon bring to his life. Rin mostly just wants to explore the world (I’m thinking end of the series he goes off and takes Amaimon with to see all the cool places he’s always wanted to travel to, possibly picking up new cooking techniques along the way lol). He probably sticks around as paladin and mephisto sends him on fun missions to pick up haunted dolls for his prank collection XD They live it day by day, eternity makes it less crucial to have an end goal. Tho Rin’s biggest goal is to get them to the point where they can hear him say love without it making them act weird lol Heartbreaks probably come into play when the people closest to Rin begin to die from old age, leaving Rin to come to terms with it. Mephisto/Amaimon can logic it out why he’s upset, and they’ve seen enough humans die/react to death that they understand it’s difficult for them, but they still lack the compassion/sympathy to really help him and he’d have to do the emotional brunt work.

Ooh man this ended up long lmao There’s so much more to add too T.T

Thanks for the ask~ @entitycreation

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