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miserycanary · 1 month

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MY MILITARY POOKIES ᡣ𐭩

pairings: König, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Price & fem!reader

synopsis: how they'd react to you calling them 'pookie'

tags: pure fluff (as an apology for the angst)

| König - oblivious, betrayed

“Pookie, could you please get that jar for me?” Silence, no answer. You turn just to be met with König’s furrowed eyebrows and a tilt of his head. “What?” you chuckled, backing up as he approached you. His arms circle your waist and his face buries itself on the crook of your neck. He says something. His lips move against your ticklish skin, making you giggle. “What are you saying?” He peers from where he’s hiding, sulking and pouting.

“Who’s Pookie?”

Realization hits you and you burst into laughter, clutching your stomach and doubling over, further confusing König. “O-oh, my g-god! You think... You think pookie is a name?” you asked, between laughter. “B-babe, it’s a petname!” you finally clear up. With a sigh of relief, König slumps his whole body onto you making you bump into the counter. “Woah, big guy,” you groan out. Placing his hands under your thighs, he effortlessly lifts you and places a kiss on your lips. “It’s ugly. I like Liebe more,” he mutters, making you giggle louder. “Okay, meine Leibe,” you mumble, kissing back and wrapping your arm around his neck and your legs around his waist.

| Simon - disgusted but loves you too much

With Simon, it was genuinely a mistake.

“Love, where’s the scissors?” “It’s in the kitchen, pookie,” you answer, looking up from your phone and motioning toward the kitchen island. When you notice nothing moving, you look at him and immediately laugh after seeing his disgusted face. “What’s with your face?” you exclaim, holding your phone and snapping a picture. “Don’t ever call me pookie again,” he gruffs, rolling his eyes.

Days after that, you decided to try it again— on purpose this time. “Pookie, can we go on a picnic this Saturday?” you plead with a pout. Simon looks at you incredulously, standing up and walking away without answering you (you guys still went on a picnic).

“Pookie, please,” you try again. This time, he only let 2 seconds pass before sighing and giving you whatever you wanted. After two more times after calling him that, he now answers without realizing it. You chuckle after noticing that he doesn’t even protest anymore.

“So, you like pookie now?” you tease him one random afternoon, laying on his chest while he relaxes on the couch. “No, I don’t.” You only roll your eyes at Si's obvious lie, tracing shapes on his chest.

“It doesn’t seem that way.” “I don’t like the name pookie; I love you enough to put up with that ugly thing,” he grumbles, making you blush and pepper his face with kisses. “Aw, Si! You big softie.”

| Price - not even fazed, used to your unusual antics

“Pookieee,” you whine, pressing your cheek against his. “Yes, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” he answers, grabbing you by the waist and situating your figure so that you’re straddling his thighs. “I want lasagna,” you pout, licking a spot on Price's neck and sucking.

“It’s 2:34 AM, my love,” he sighs, looking down on you with adoration. You stay quiet, still giving him neck kisses while your hands go underneath his shirt and wrap themselves around his waist. He chuckles at your childish attitude, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “You spoiled baby. Go get ready,” Price mumbles against your skin. With a squeal, you hop off his lap and run to get changed, making him shake his head with a soft smile.

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thesupreme316 · 11 months

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I was meant to send this earlier but I’m just now getting to it.

AEW stars of your choice reacting to the fem!reader having her/a wrestlermaiea moment, like winning a title or ended a rivalry.

AEW Stars React to: Your Wrestlemania Moment

Pairings: Eddie Kingston X Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Ricky Starks X Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia X Fem! Reader, Mark Briscoe X Fem!Reader (Platonic), Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Hook X Fem!Reader, Dante Martin X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Supreme Speaks: Thank you to @hookerforhook for requesting and supporting me. I apologize for being off the radar as shit as been hitting the fan in my life. I will upload more posts this week. But as always, my inbox and requests is open for everyone. P.S you are loved and greatly appreciated.

Warnings: None really....i think, gifs are not mine, I repeat: gifs are NOT mine

Taglist: @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Backstory

Winning the Title:

You won the Royal Rumble and had a first-class ticket to Wrestlemania

Where, also, you had the opportunity to the main event with Becky (Or Charlotte or whoever else you want)

After a feud that has been brewing for a couple of months, it all came down to this

You were gonna walk in as the challenger and walk out as the champion

And you did exactly that

All while giving the crowd and fans around the world memorable moments and five-star moves

After 15 minutes, the bell rung and all was said and done as you held the championship over your head

You celebrated with those at ringside (family, friends, fans) before blowing a kiss to the camera

But most importantly to the person who has always supported you, no matter where he is

Ending a Rivalry:

You have been in a rivalry with Liv Morgan (or someone else)

At first, you two were running the division as a tag team before being split up due to comparisons and underlying tensions

After months and months of scathing promos, vicious attacks, and iconic moments

You two were set to wrestle in a No Holds Barred match at Wrestlemania

Even though y’all weren’t the main event, ya’ll stole the show

With moments that involved blood (if you wish), ladders, kendo sticks, and breaking tables

In the end, you were the only one standing with your hand raised as the winner

You helped Liv up before hugging in the middle of the ring

Eddie Kingston

This man would be screaming “I told you so” to everyone and their mommas

Blows up your phone with spam of “You did good! I guess” “Drag her!” “Dawg you suck lol jk” “I’m proud”

You know how Eddie just randomly posts stuff? He’ll just post a pic of you at Wrestlemania followed by memes or old Japanese Wrestling

Eddie would try his best to promote your win to everyone in his line of sight

Cuts a promo and ends with “Also, congrats to Y/N! Hella proud of you skunk”

I also have a feeling that because Eddie is close with you, he would take this win for you a little more personally than how people would expect

He’s happy that you’re experiencing something that he has yet to have

Ricky Starks

MANS IS HELLA PROUD

Wishes he was there ringside, but Ricky sends his support from afar

Make three separate Instagram posts and five tweets about you, all talking about how you’re amazing (and how you’ll meet stroke daddy later)

“LOOK AT MY BABY WITH THE W”

Makes all of his friends congratulate you with posts and comments (will literally take their phones and do it for them if they don’t)

Refers to you in promos to make his opponents (especially ex-WWE) jealous

“Well, unlike you, my girlfriend was actually able to have her Mania moment”

Spoils with presents (wink wink) you as soon as you guys are reunited

Daniel Garcia

THIS MAN IS A MENACE WITH YOUR WIN

“Your win is my win right? So technically I won at Wrestlemania too?” “No.”

Makes your win his Twitter header (don’t matter if you’re together or not)

Will brag on Isiah’s vlogs and to the JAS

Will taunt people like “Did your girlfriend win at Wrestlemania? No, didn’t think so”

Like Ricky, he will post you on his Instagram and Twitter with simple or funny captions

Would genuinely be proud of you and all of your accomplishments;

And would definitely make your Wrestlemania picture/outfit his Home Screen

Mark Briscoe (My twin flame)

HOMEBOY FUNNY AS FUCK

Would definitely tell you that he saw it coming “I CALLED IT!”

Would send you some flowers that remind him of you and tells you that you did a good job

Mark will ramble on and on about your match to Penta and Fenix

Will turn a promo into being about your win

Will compare your victory to an animated movie where the hero wins all the time

“You know like that one film?” “Cars?” “No…Up! That’s what it called”

Although he hasn’t made it to WWE yet, he is extremely proud of you and will defend your victory till the very end

Jeff Hardy

THIS MAN IS BEYOND EXCITED

As a man who has had his Wrestlemania moment; he’s happy that he had yours sooner rather than later

Will recount his own Wrestlemania moments and reminisce as he looks at your bright smile

Jeff would be the one who dedicates his next gear and facepaint to your Wrestlemania gear

Gives you a spill (speech) about living up to standards and upstaging yourself on future occasions

“And if you don’t feel confident…just jump off the ladder, the floor will catch you”

I want to say that in future matches he would use your signature move or like a common move that you use

Jeff is so damn sweet and will continuously support your accomplishments

Dante Martin

This man is a cutie patootie

Darius would definitely post Dante’s reaction (involves him jumping up and down and screaming at the screen)

Would FaceTime you and just listen to you talk about the entire thing from your perspective

Would call/text you “I’m so proud of you baby”

Cites you (and this specific moment) as his inspiration for future interviews

Would have flowers delivered to you with a little note attached

Hook:

His silent celebrations speak volumes

Would definitely take you out to show how proud he is

I feel like that Hook would be the type to like a post about your victory/moment

But what would really solidify your relationship would be that he posted you on his story with a black heart

That’s also how he confirms your relationship

The wrestling world goes wild as he also wears a hoodie of your merch or posts a picture of ya’ll kissing

Like Dante would also have flowers delivered to you, idc what you say

"I love you and I'm so proud of you"

#aew #all elite wrestling #all elite wrestling imagines #jeff hardy #jeff hardy imagine #daniel garcia #aew hook imagine #eddie kingston #aew imagine #eddie kingston imagine #aew hook #daniel garcia x reader #dante martin #dante martin imagine #ricky starks #ricky starks imagine #mark briscoe #mark briscoe roh

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docholligay · 10 months

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“We are what we pretend to be. So we must be careful what we pretend to be”

Hello! This is about up to Episode 3 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 3 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the third episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me. Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please just fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

Please thank @sailorsunspot and @moonlight-frittata for backing this odd way of doing a liveblog, and remember my tip jar is always open

I have never read the Vonnegut novel that quote above is from. I confess to keeping a bit of distance from Vonnegut through absolutely no fault of his own, but because his fans tend to be incredibly insufferable and some of his lines make great tattoos and insta posts for people who read one book a year. If that sounds judgmental, congratulations, you’ve passed the tone portion of the reading comprehension test.

Anyway, I don’t think you need to know the context for the first quote, because on the one hand, it’s what we would call in the literary world: foreshadowing. My immediate reaction was “Oh, he’s the sort of dude who wants you to know he reads Vonnegut” although in full fairness most of those dudes immediately after say, ‘that’s Kurt Vonnegut” so I might be unfair there. But he fits a lot of the profile: he’s young, he considers himself charming, he’s outre and considers himself an individual, all that. And that’s not wrong, maybe. This scene is doing a lot of things at once, it can definitely juggle that.

BUT.

What this is, is the show:

A) Putting a red flag in front of Adam. I have thought Adam was a liar and maybe doing the same shit as the reporter for awhile now, but this confirms it. he’s pretending. This whole thing with Shauna is manufactured and is abotu something that has nothing to do with Shauna, and how the fuck is Shauna going to react when she realizes that this person she’s throwing herself at to make herself feel alive again, this person she’s throwing herself at because she’s tired of fucking the corpse of her love and hatred for her best friend through her husband, who, if he isn’t Jeff the old boyfriend I will eat my fucking hat, this person she feels SOME KINSHIP with, is playing her.

This whole episode is about playing, I think that’s why it’s called The Dollhouse. Playing at adulthood, playing at love, playing at marriage, and also, Adam is playing at seduction.

B) Offering up a thesis statement for the show. All of these girls are actively hiding and pretending to be the thing they are (except, actually, Misty, who has no gift for such things. More on her in her own post, the little scamp. I hate her so much and she’s the greatest character of all time).

Shauna is playacting at being a stay at home mom because she thinks that’s safe, but she’s someone who fucking ate a girl and also participated in the murder of at least one. She is, to go back to an earlier post, a wolf full on masquerading as a RABBIT, because she’s living jackie’s life as a source of atonement.

Taissa is a good upright clean liberal with a nice family, on paper. She’s pretending to be that, and not the cunning and dangerous wolf she is with a child who is either literally or figuratively haunted by the specter of Tai’s grandmother, which I think might be some kind of statement about tai’s interaction with mortality and knowing, but I want to see more show before I come down anywhere on that. Anyhow.

Nat is pretending to be clean when even at her fucking best she was just a dry drunk. “I’m not high, if it matters.” But you’re still arrested. She’s pretending to be a tough girl, when she’s the girl to whom I would most easily affix “pathetic and wet” She’s a fucking sandcastle of a human being, and I actually do not think adult Nat will survive the show though i don’t know the means by which i think that’ll happen the call could easily come from inside the house but I don’t know the narrative place being set well enough to know if that’ll serve it.

ANYHOW. In pretending to be these things, do they risk becoming them? Or is the risk in that, at a very formative time in their lives, they pretended to be a pack of wolves? And so they became it. It seems as if it cannot be unmade.

And Shauna replies with another Vonnegut quote, from a novel i HAVE read: “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”

So Slaughterhouse-Five is about war, and trauma, and particularly the effects of war and trauma on children. I’m really really collapsing the book in on itself, which is a good book, a great book, even if it is one of those books someone reads when they’re fucking seventeen and thinks that’s pretty much it--HOLD ON YES THAT IS THE POINT TOO.

Shauna is smart, but is she just, seventeen smart? Is this response just another of the ways in which Shauna is trapped in the moment of the crash? In the aftermath? Amazing.

Anyway, that quote is early on in the book and for me, though, I last read it probably a decade ago, comes to tie together the notion of time, and how time is like standing in a field of wildflowers, and you could never gather them all, and if you did, it would never be like seeing that field, and that is part of the beauty of human existence, is we can only keep so much of each moment. The present is all around us, and beyond us, and so little of it can stay.

Now, I don’t know if the writers/shauna are seeing it the same way, but her response is doing two things: On a chracter level it’s establishing relationship between her and Adam. She feels CLOSENESS with him, being so equally affected by the same author to offer up a quote in reply. Two, it does, in some way, reply to his quote. If I were going to smack at that pitch, I would say it’s saying, “Don’t pretend to be fine with things, or you’ll become fine with them.” “My present is a fucking marianas trench of complication and even I am not sure what is me anymore.”

And then Adam asks a question I fucking LOVE about confirming a suspicion: “And once you do, will it make you happier?” I think about this a lot. DO people want the truth? I don’t think they do this has not been my observation of human nature. That’s not even a criticism, I don’t even always want the truth, sometimes I would prefer a half-truth or concealment or even a full on lie. I am a very big fan of being honest with ourselves, of being candid. Don’t seek answers you don’t want.

And she says no. And he says ‘You’re beautiful when you’re honest”

And I’m trapped between thinking that Shauna is never honest, not even now, and thinking that Shauna doesn’t even know what it means to be honest, because she is still emotionally processing something that happened to her so long ago that it’s a memory suitable for commemorative coins. Both come to the same end, but they FEEL different to me.

#Doc watches Yellowjackets #Yellowjackets S1 E3 #I'm skipping around a bit but I wanted to finish this one if nothing else before I go #boy I hope you wanted uhhhhh all this

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lieonarch · 2 years

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me reacting to the new patreon preview

// SPOILERS / SPOILER UNDER THE CUT , MINORS DON’T INTERACT

im tagging @readyandnot just bc we talked about this yesterday HIUAHIFHIE

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––

This is a live reaction post of me reacting to it

‘childhood friend’?? wait was damien a childhood friend? can he hypnotize?? huh??

HELLO. 37 MINUTES?? DAMN ALRIGHT LETS GET IT

wait this starts off so sweet who is this––JAMES.

JAMES OHDMOUYEIUGDAIUE FUCKFUCKFUKCUPDIJIEI JAMES

GOOD LORD HAVE MERCY HAVE MERCY

shaking crying losing /pos

37 minutes with imperium james haha oh gods you’re too kind to me today

CRYING LOSING SCREAMING SHAKING

james: [breathes] me: [debby ryans, bites lip] pick me choose me ahaha

BANGS HAND ON THE TABLE. THIS IS IT LADS THIS IS MY WIN THIS MONTH.

u best bet james is gonna move from my ‘dont question morality for now, lets kiss’ to ‘marriage only exists if it’s with you’ tier ahah im down ABYSMAL

me holding the microphone to imp!james’ listener: SO HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE GOD’S FAV RN BFF

'canon james or imperium james, liefen?’ my friend, i have two hands

james: bitch me: AYE––hey ahaha [bites lip]

HAD TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE WHEN HE SAID BITCH OH GOD HAHAHA GOOD BYE EVERYONE

gosh these echoing effects are so nice to me i feel like im floating around

each time he says ‘down’ im just like ‘yeah thats how much im down bad for u’ but also ‘okay sir i will kneel u dont have to say it multiple times but thats ok ily’

if i was his listener rn, i’d do a bad job staying awake bro i’d fall asleep

INTO THE WHAT BESTIE WE CAN FEEL WHAT BESTIE

JAMUEHDUHSUHIDU JAME SSUOISUOID FHUHIIUAIIEUFI

NO WAY ITS OVER––ok that was really cute now time to check the description––

......

so. ur telling me i was manipulated the whole time. AND I WAS BUYING IT. (liefen should have opened the description first but bc he didnt want to be spoiled he charged through at the cost of being manipulated, typical liefen. this happened with vega too)

anyway thank you erik, bc of this audio i can find the will to survive for this month haha sleep aid? i only know getting hypnotized by my long lost friend yuh

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted james #redacted imperium

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barbex · 1 year

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I posted 5,141 times in 2022

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#like i'm fiddling with headers and eraser tools for my fucking fic headers for hours

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I would love to see a scene where an argument happens, but the characters resolve things by the end (or at least come to a mutual understanding of their differences). Happy Friday and happy writing!

Thank you for this prompt for @dadrunkwriting. Not sure this is what you had in mind but fenders happend.

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“What do you want, mage?” Fenris snarls as Anders strolls into the mansion as if he owns the place. Not that the door is in any shape to actually hold off intruders.

“Excuse me, just wanting to check on that burn at your side,” Anders says, ignoring Fenris’ glare with a bored expression. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing because I saw you catching a full blast from that demon.”

Fenris winces as he looks down at his side. He took the armor off already, but his undershirt sticks painfully to the weeping wound. “Why do you care?”

Anders rolls his eyes at Fenris. “Are you serious? I’m a healer, I guess I just can’t help myself. I don’t want to see my friends die of infections.”

Fenris looks at Anders. He holds himself tall and proud, but he leans on his staff, keeping weight off his left side. “I don’t want your magic on me.”

“Oh yes, I’m well aware.” Anders throws an angry look at him. “What has magic touched that it didn’t spoil, isn’t that what you said? And you’re right, of course, the chantry tells us all the time that we are a mistake by the Maker. Me, that little girl in the courtyard, that stupid Emile — mistakes, mistakes, all of us. Although, Emile makes one wonder...”

He doesn’t want to hear this. “I apologise.”

“Fuck you. Don’t throw out some weak apology just to shut me up.” Anders steps closer and points at the stain on his shirt. “Let me see that. It has to be cleaned and I have a salve to stave off the infection.”

“A salve?”

“Classic and traditional. No magic.” Anders kneels down, picking and pulling at the hem of his shirt. “This is gonna hurt.”

“Do it quickly.” Fenris clenches his jaw, bracing himself for the pain as Anders rips the fabric away from the wound. The pain is excruciating and he breathes hard against it.

“You are allowed to make a sound, you know?”

Fenris opens his eyes, realising only now that he squeezed them shut. He glares at Anders. “Ow.”

Anders snorts. “Aren’t you tough.” He wets a clean piece of cloth with something from a bottle and begins to clean the wound. It burns. “You know that this would all be much easier with magic, right?”

Fenris sighs. Anders has healed everyone in Hawke’s group several times, including himself. There is no point in making things more difficult for him, despite his distrust of magic. “Use magic then. Make it quick.”

Anders’ eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something, but snaps it shut again. He cleans the wound with a swipe of his hands and then lets them hover, golden glow sinking from his hands into Fenris’ side. It feels warm, gentle. Nothing like the nightmares that keep haunting him.

“I want to apologise, truly,” Fenris says quietly.

Anders opens his eyes as the glow from his hands disappears. “I understand why you react like you do, and I shouldn’t rile you up all the time. I guess I have to apologise too. So we’re even. You should apologise to Hawke, though.” He frowns at Fenris. “She really loves you, you know?”

“I will.”

Anders looks up at him, his fingertip sliding over the edge of the healed wound. For a moment, there is something in his eyes that Fenris can’t read and it’s gone just as quickly. He turns away, gets up and is two steps away when Fenris notices how cold he suddenly is.

“Anders,” he calls after him. “Thank you.”

Anders looks over his shoulder, something painful in his expression. He nods and slips out of the room without another word.

Fenris glares at the clutch of mushrooms next to the door as if they could tell him why he feels so strange now.

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I'm dumb and can't find the prompt lists so I'll freestyle, if I may, with Fenders: head in lap.

No one is dumb here. This was a wonderful prompt and you just know me and my fenders obsession! For @dadrunkwriting tonight.

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The first time, it was Fenris. Sleeping with his head in Anders' lap.

Nobody quite remembers how it happened, Isabela had brought some special rum and the night in Varric's suite at the Hanged Man quickly turned into the kind of comfortable, hazy memory, where nobody can quite recall how the evening ended. All Anders remembers is that he woke up when his head dropped against the wall and when he looked down, there was Fenris, sleeping in his lap.

Some time later, Fenris woke up, sat up, and looked around with a scowl as if the world had wronged him. Anders quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He never mentioned the incident to anybody, but something changed between them afterwards. They still bickered and disagreed, but it was less vicious.

The other time, it is Anders, falling asleep with his head in Fenris' lap. They are outside, near the coast, and it's such a beautiful, warm night that they didn't bother to put up the tents. The fire is already low and Isabela tells a story from her travels, something outrageous of an antivan tradition about dancing naked around a fire. Anders is almost sure she made that up.

But it's soothing to listen to her, and Anders stretches himself out on his side, with his arm bent under his head, closing his eyes. Under Isabela's warm voice, waves crash gently to the shore in the distance. Soon he doesn't listen to the story anymore and just lets the sounds wash over him.

When he opens his eyes again, stars shine above him. The fire is down to glowing embers, not giving off much light anymore, and the sky above is a dome of chandeliers. Stars blink everywhere, more than he has ever seen. He's so captivated by the beauty above, he doesn't notice Fenris' presence for a while. When he realizes that the softness under his neck is not his pack, but Fenris' thigh, he freezes.

Of course, Fenris notices right away. Anders feels the muscles in his thigh tense under his neck. He moves to scoot away or get up, to give Fenris space.

"You don't have to move," Fenris says, his voice low and calm.

"Really?"

"Yes."

Anders slowly relaxes, he practically feels his vertebrae popping back into place. He looks further up, finding Fenris' face among the stars, framed by his shining white hair. A third moon in his sky.

Fenris turns his face a minuscule amount, his eyes meeting Anders'. "May I touch your hair?"

Anders stares, trapped in the fairies' call that is Fenris' green eyes. "Sure."

Fenris' fingers slide into his hair, pushing the hair-tie out. He brushes through Anders' hair, carefully picking at tangles, until his fingers can slide through it without resistance. Anders closes his eyes. It feels wonderful. Fenris' fingers gently scratching over his scalp and then brushing down his hair. He's dozing off again, exhaustion catching up with him.

When he wakes again, the sun is rising. His head still rests on Fenris' thigh and Varric very deliberately turns his back to them, after winking at him. Anders swallows a groan, Varric surely will never let this go. He turns back, expecting Fenris to look at him, but his eyes are closed. He sleeps, sitting. His back bend and his head hanging, with one hand on Anders' chest and the other on the pommel of his sword next to him.

This is probably how he slept as a bodyguard, Anders realizes with a start. Sitting at the ready, unable to lie down and truly sleep. As he sits up, Fenris' eyes fly open, his hand tightening around his sword.

"It's alright, you should lie down and really rest." Anders scoots to the side and gestures to the space next to him. "Come, lie down."

Fenris' eyes widen. He moves slowly, as if he expects to be reprimanded, but at last he settles down with his back to Anders and when Anders wraps his arm around him, he only lets out a long breath.

Anders stuffs a rolled-up blanket under their heads and moves closer to Fenris, just shy of pressing his nose into Fenris' hair. "Isn't that better?"

"Yes." Fenris scoots a little bit closer. "It is nice."

Anders tightens his arm around Fenris' waist. "Now we're even for sleeping in each other's lap."

Fenris flinches. "You remember that?"

"Yes, I do."

"So..."

Anders waits, even though it takes all his patience to wait for Fenris to finish his sentence. "So?" he finally asks.

"So next time, I'll be the one holding you as we sleep."

For several seconds, Anders forgets to breathe. "Next time?"

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I wish you would write a scene about red wine stained lips with Fenris and whoever else you want :) Hope you have fun tonight!

Thank you for this prompt!

Another fenders ficlet for @dadrunkwriting on this Friday.

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"And I fold," Donnic says.

"Yeah, me too." Anders stares at his miserable hand for a moment longer and then lets the cards fall on the table. Wicked Grace has never been his game. Why he even comes to these games, in Fenris' mansion, he doesn't quite know.

Looking at their host, a hot blush creeps up his neck. Yes, he does know.

Fenris looks at his cards, the tip of his tongue brushing over his wine-stained lips.

In the daydreams Anders likes to have, he gets to kiss those lips, gets to taste the traces of wine on them and feel them yield to his tongue as he explores his mouth. In his dreams, he gets to trail kisses all over Fenris' body, finding out how far the white markings go.

But here, in the real world, Fenris doesn't even look at him. At least he doesn't call him an abomination anymore and the way he calls him 'mage', sounds almost friendly, sometimes.

Anders pushes his chair back and walks through the kitchen into the small garden that the mansion has been built around. Once, this probably had been some decorative, orlesian monstrosity, with bushes cut in animal shapes and poisonous flowers. But years of neglect have transformed it into a jungle, with vine covered trees straining upwards and covering the patch of sky above him with a net of vines and leaves. He looks up, watching the stars twinkle through the gaps in the natural canopy.

"Mage," Fenris calls out to him, his voice low and calm.

Anders startles. "I just wanted to catch some fresh air. Is it my turn again?"

Fenris' silhouette is dark against the warm light of the kitchen, his face not visible. "The others left."

"Oh." Anders looks up at the stars one more time. "I guess I lost sense of time." He walks back to the bright frame of the kitchen door, where Fenris is waiting. "Sorry, I'm getting out of your hair."

Fenris steps aside to let him go inside. "You're not... you're not in my hair."

"I know, it's just a phrase." Anders hurries into the main hall to get his staff from where it leans against the wall. "I wonder where that expression comes from, originally. Did people pull each other's hair to get their attention? How weird would that be, right?" Anders forces his mouth to shut, he always babbles when he's nervous and Fenris' frown clearly tells him how annoying he is.

Grabbing his staff, some of the tension flows from his shoulders. He always feels safer with his staff. "There, off I go." He doesn't dare to look at Fenris, at the disapproving scowl he surely wears.

"Mage."

Fenris' voice stops him mid-step in front of the door. "Yes?" He turns around, slowly, bracing himself for... something.

"When we were playing," Fenris says, his gaze falling to his hands, "you kept looking at my face. Why?"

"Oh, that was nothing." Anders smiles and shakes his head and nearly misses the angry frown growing on Fenris' forehead.

Fenris glares at him. "Is it amusing to look at my disfigurement?"

"Your disfigure... what?" Anders turns fully to Fenris now. "There is nothing disfiguring about you, at all."

"Then what were you looking at?"

Anders takes a step closer and raises his hand to Fenris' face. Watching him for a violent reaction, he brushes his thumb over Fenris' lower lip. "The wine stained your lips. They looked so red all evening." He pulls his hand away again, and presses the pad of his thumb against his own lip, as if he's kissing it.

Fenris' eyes widen, and Anders hurries out of the door, before Fenris can snap out of his shock and decides to pull Anders' heart out of his chest.

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I wish you would write a scene where Fenris has to be the one to take care of Anders rather than the other way around - whether that be in a domestic sense, a medical/battle sense, or otherwise

Such a good prompt, thank you! This is for @dadrunkwriting on this here Friday.

Fenris x Anders, fenders fic, illness

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The lantern is out but Fenris tries the door with his good arm. It's not locked. Careless. The mage is always too careless, thinking that nothing can happen to him down here, as if templars and killers never come this far. If Hawke loses her favorite healer, she will be very upset. He steps into the room, his eyes adjusting quickly to the low light.

"Serah Fenris, I'm sorry, the clinic is closed," one of Anders' helpers calls to him from a table where she folds linen by the light of a candle. She looks at how he cradles his arm and takes the candle over to him. "Let me see your arm. I can't heal it like Anders, but I can help you in the traditional way."

"Linette!" Anders' voice comes from behind the curtain that separates the clinic from his private room. "Let me see his arm."

"You're supposed to be sleeping," Linette scolds.

"I can't sleep when I can't breathe. Come in here, Fenris."

Anders' voice is nasal, and he sniffles after each sentence. When Fenris steps behind the curtain, it's obvious why. The mage is sick. He quickly hides his red nose behind a neckerchief that he binds tightly over his nose and mouth, but Fenris saw it.

"You don't have to hide your face, mage."

Anders rolls his eyes. "I'm not. I just don't want you to catch it, too. You should cover your nose too, just to be safe." Anders throws a piece of cloth towards him from a pile of neatly folded fabric. "It's clean, Linette even ironed it."

Fenris folds the roughly square piece of red cloth into a triangle and ties it over his nose. The mage waves him closer and looks at Fenris' arm. "It's not broken, just strained. Have Linette put the green salve on it and tie it in a splint and it should be good in about two weeks." He makes a vague gesture and turns around, blowing his nose.

Fenris lets the curtain fall closed behind him and watches as Linette stabilizes his arm.

"I hope he sleeps now," she says.

"He seems tired."

"Pah," Linette huffs. "He's always tired. Healing takes so much out of him and then all the adventures you and your friends drag him out on." She tightens that bandage and checks it over. "I'm glad he's getting out into the sun sometimes, but I think you're asking too much of him. There, that should hold for a while. You can take it off to wash yourself, but make sure to put it back on afterwards."

Fenris still wonders about what Linette said as she ushers him out of the door. The mage always healed them without complaint. It never even occurred to Fenris that it would be taxing. When Danarius saw fit to heal him, he either had the healer sent away quickly afterwards, or he did it himself, as a reward. Fenris was expected to be affectionate afterwards and held him as he rested. He never made the connection that Danarius was tired from healing.

"We're going home now, healer!" Linette and an elven woman call into the empty room and pull the door closed behind them. Fenris hears them talking as they walk past him.

"He shouldn't be alone."

"No, but I have the kids at home, I can't stay."

"I tell Vershe to take watch at the door later on."

The women walk on, too far away to listen to them, and Fenris still stands frozen to the spot. The mage shouldn't be alone. He has helped so many people; he has helped Fenris without ever asking for a reward. He shouldn't be alone when he's sick.

Fenris turns back to the clinic, opens the door, and sets the plank across to keep it closed. They'll be safe from surprises at least.

"Hello?" comes Anders' congested voice from behind the curtain.

"It's me, Fenris." He pulls the cloth back over his nose and slides the curtain to the side. "You should sleep."

"I'm trying. My nose keeps me up."

"Why don't you just heal yourself?"

Anders sinks back on his pillow, breathing through his open mouth. "I wish I could. But something about this stops the magic from reaching myself. Why are you here?"

"You shouldn't be alone."

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Happy Friday! I would love to see a fic where one character is in prison and their partner is visiting for the first time. For Fenris/Anders? Or whichever pairing you think would work best. :)

Thank you for this prompt! For some reason, Varric wanted to tell this story.

For @dadrunkwriting on this Friday:

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"Where is he?"

Varric jerks so hard in shock that he spills tea all over himself. "Andraste's dirty knickers."

Fenris steps in front of him, murderous rage in his eyes. "Where. Is. Anders?"

"And hello to you too, my dear Fenris." Fenris' gauntleted hand tightens around the lapel of Varric's jacket and her hears the fabric rip. "You know, it's not quite so easy to get clothes for dwarves up here. It's a long way through the Frostbacks for traders to come to Skyhold."

"Varric," Fenris says with a warning growl under his voice.

"I can take you to him, just... promise you won't freak out."

"I will promise no such thing." Fenris lets go of Varric's jacket and steps back.

"It was worth a shot." Varric pulls at the hem of his shirt and jacket until it feels right again and darts to walk towards the stairs leading to the lower levels. "How did you even get in?" he asks to fill the silence.

"Cullen. He knows me."

Varric looks over his shoulder to throw Fenris a doubtful look. "That's usually not exactly an endorsement."

Fenris doesn't say another word but the anger clinging to him is like a palatable force. The deeper they get under Skyhold, the deeper Fenris' frown becomes. Finally they reach the dungeons. Varric gestures towards the prison cells, only a little surprised to see Cullen already waiting for them in front of Anders' cell.

"Fenris," Cullen says, stepping in his way. "You may speak with him but he has to stay in the cell. Don't try to break him out, you'll be only making it worse."

Fenris just stares at Cullen, his hands clenching at his sides. At last, Cullen steps aside and Fenris rushes towards the cell with three long strides. "Anders," he calls into the cell.

Varric steps closer, looking into the cell. The cold stone floor is covered with straw and a mat and a pile of rough blankets act as a bed. Only when the pile of blankets moves, does he realize that a person is somewhere under that. Anders peers out of the pile, his eyes red-rimmed and tired.

"Fenris? What are you doing here?"

At the sound of his voice, Fenris sinks to his knees, his hands tightening around the vertical bars that separate them. "Did you think I would not find you?"

Anders sits up, scooting closer to the bars. "I didn't think you would look."

Varric hurries to step back, to give the two a little bit privacy. Their voices lower, it's almost just a whisper. Anders' softly, halting and stumbling, and Fenris' harsh, hissing until he suddenly softens, quietly pleading.

At some point, Fenris turns, looking over his shoulder at Cullen. "Magebane? Is that how the Inquisition treats mages now?"

Cullen sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "No, that's how we treat mages who happen to be prisoners. It would make little sense to lock up a mage who can free himself in seconds."

"Why is he locked up?" Fenris asks, looking at Anders again. "He came to you on his own accord, turning himself in."

"Tomorrow is his trial. The Inquisitor will decide."

Fenris stretches his hand through the bars and lays his palm on Anders' cheek. "The Inquisitor is a judge now? By which law?" His thumb wipes a tear away from Anders' lower eyelid.

Cullen sighs again. "Don't you start. You have to come with me now.

"I'm staying here."

"You can't, you —" One look from Fenris has Cullen snap his mouth shut. "Fine." He turns on his heels and stomps up the stairs. "Are you coming, Varric? I'm going to lock the main door."

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"I'll settle for them" // shinichiro + mikey + chifuyu x g.n reader

request: Can I please ask for a comfort post? I have a group of really tight knit friends and I am frankly speaking the plainest out all of them. And I know that and its never bothered me tho. But I generally avoid boys because they almost always use me to get closer to my friends. And it doesn’t bother me but this one time a guy had the audacity to ask my friend out in front of me and when she turned him down he looked at me and gave me the “I’ll settle for her look” and asked me out. Of course I told him no even before he could complete his sentence and I just wanna idk cry so bad. Like what even??? Could you like please do comfort headcanons with the tokyo revengers characters? Something like they find out this happens to their crush or s/o and how they react. I don’t even know what im asking here but your headcanons are adorable so i thought what the hell.

genre: comfort

warnings: curse words, violence (nothing to explicit)

A.N: I am so sorry this happened to you, that guy is pure shit and karma will get him. you deserve the world and more, anon, don't let this get to you bubs <3, my asks are always open to you if you want to vent out something. Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, reposts are not allowed!

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Sano Shinichiro:

this guy was pissed to say the least, ready to throw some punches. who would dare to say those things to his s/o, insinuating in such a filthy way?

he didn't hesitate to step in front of you, looking straight into the guy, saying "you think she would even consider to be with you? fucking asshole".

taking you by the hand to a place where you were both alone, asking if you were okay, hugging you, holding you while you cried. he gave you a peck to your forehead assuring you that no one deserved you, praising you like the god/goddess you are.

he took you to his house just to cuddle and watch your favorite show because he loves to spoil you ♡

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Sano Manjiro "Mikey"

he was behind you and your friend, eating a dorayaki, until he heard this guy asking you out as the second option.

poor guy.

got his ass handed to him in seconds. not able to step back from a kick from Mikey, almost unconcious after the hit to his stomach.

Mikey yelled to the poor guy "you think you are so attractive, asking my s/o in front of me and their friend, and lets not forget you also asked her friend before" giving another kick, blacking him out. "that was for the other girl"

leaving the girl behind, he took you somewhere private, seeing you with glossy eyes broke his heart, you hugged him and he said "I promise you this will never happen to you again" hugging you back.

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similar to shinichiro

he stepped in front of you and your friend, pushing the guy back, "what do you think you are doing, idiot?", fighting with words and pushing each other, "I feel very sorry for you, not being able to even pull one girl out" punching the guy in the face.

took you and your friend to a safe place away from the creep, turning around to face you, seeing your puffy eyes, he hugged you so tightly, whispering sweet things and how that guy was so wrong, almost crying with you.

he kissed your tears away and told you to go get something to eat, just to distract you from such horrible moment.

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Could you do a request where the superfriends are misjudging the reader because Lena is just super detailed with them and everyone think they are a gold digger so they treat them badly, mostly ignoring them so they put some distance between them and Lena since they knows Lena needs more her friends than them but Lena proves them wrong. Thank you!

Gold Digger

Summary: The Superfriends suspect that Lena’s new girlfriend is a gold digger. When Lena finds out why they’ve distanced themselves from her and Y/N, she’s furious.

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“Do you see how many gifts Luthor gives her?”

“I doubt she’s actually attracted to Luthor, I mean, who would want her? It’s the money, I bet.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if Y/L/N magically got a promotion too!”

In the beginning of their relationship, Y/N had gotten awfully upset when she heard those comments. Lena found her crying once and when she found out the reason, she scolded her employees and the news reporters that said such things and that stopped them . . . For a bit.

Around the holidays when Lena had spoiled Y/N and gotten her the most beautiful of clothes, the rumors started up again, growing bigger and bigger. Y/N learned to brush it off and was used to it by now; since Lena had always told her to pay them no attention, they were just desperate people spewing silliness and lies.

Her brunette girlfriend also introduced her to her friends, the “Superfriends” as they were nicknamed: Alex and Kara Danvers, Winn Schott, and James Olsen. Y/N was charmed by all of them and, perhaps it was because of how much she was used to the public’s behavior, she didn’t notice the reason why they were acting a little cold, standoff-ish, with her.

In fact, when Lena and Y/N were running late for game night, the group took it upon themselves to gossip. “Did you see the necklace Y/N was wearing the other night? So fancy . . . Lena said she got it for her,” Alex commented.

“I know,” Kara murmured, going through her file of memories. “Lena bought her that dress, too!”

“Doesn’t Y/N work at L-Corp, too?” Winn asked, oblivious to what the sisters were getting at.

“She’s probably dating Lena for a promotion or money,” Alex said in a sing-song voice before taking a gulp of her wine. Her words made the rest recoil.

“You think so?” Kara asked, scrunching up her face.

Alex shrugged and then thought. “If she comes in wearing a new thing that Lena bought her, will you consider it then?” She proposed.

The group thought on it and to humor her, they said yes.

Alex claimed victory, though, when the fashionably late couple waltzed in, Y/N wearing some shiny new earrings. From then on, they began to conspire a bit; talking, judging, until one night they reached a decision.

It was a couple weeks later and Alex and Kara had pulled Lena aside to talk to her.

“Is everything alright?” Lena asked, crossing her arms and glancing between her friends.

“We’re a bit concerned, Lena,” Kara began softly and slowly.

Lena laughed off her nerves. “What about?” She said, unable to think of anything that would worry them.

“It’s . . . Y/N. We’ve seen everything you’re buying for and we’re just a little concerned that she may be using you . . . for your money,” Alex admitted.

Lena’s jaw dropped in horror and her eyes practically glowed red, body seething with the newfound and big wave of anger washing over her like a wave. Except it didn’t settle down like a normal wave would into the tide, as more waves came, each bigger than the last.

She opened her mouth, hoping to form her raging and rushing swarm of thoughts and feelings into a coherent sentence, but a loud, shrilled gasp cut her off.

The there turned around to see Y/N rooted in place at the doorway. Her eyes were wide, tears glossing them, utter hurt and confusion in her orbs. “I was just coming to get Lena because her phone was ringing . . . You left the door open,” she said, defeated, before turning around and rushing out.

Lena took a big breath and turned back to her “friends”. “How dare you?!” She exclaimed, shocking them. “You know little of our relationship to be making these kinds of accusations! Y/N is not using me for money. Yes, I buy her gifts, because I love it when she’s smiling, and you know what she says every time I get her a gift? That she doesn’t deserve it . . . God, you are cruel,” she said, leaving no time for them to react or to form a response, as she rushed out, in pursuit of her girlfriend.

Lena almost ran past her where she stood at the elevator, her sobs echoing off the walls. The anger in her dissipated and she let her caring nature kick in, wrapping her arms around Y/N and pulling her into a hug. “Don’t listen to them, okay?” She whispered, playing with Y/N’s hair. The woman sniffed and nodded into her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Lena then leaned back and took Y/N’s face in her hands. “They know nothing,” she said, maintaining eye contact, and then kissing her before putting her arm around her waist. The couple went back to their apartment and shared a lovely night, just the two of them.

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So... I have a lot of thoughts on the finale. I've deliberately kept my mouth shut, more or less, on the campaign overall because I'm a firm believer that you can't pass judgement -- at least not complete judgement -- on stories until they're over and done with.

Well, it's done! Kind of crazy. I've been watching Critical Role with almost insane consistency, viewing almost every single episode live, with maybe five-ish exceptions, since episode 19, and I've been blogging it for, what, two and a half years?

It's a weird feeling. It's been such a constant thing for me that I'm always gonna have love for it and remember with a lot of fondness.

...Which is in spite of the fact that I can now comfortably say I'm pretty eh on the ending. I know not being positive about something most of us have loved a lot for a very long time can sting a bit, but I personally think it also stings when people relentlessly crow over how good they think it is or want it to be, to the point where you feel you can't voice your absolutely valid upsets or dissatisfactions. So, here goes, if anyone's interested! I'd be curious to see other opinions, too!

I actually drafted a post talking about my overall frustrations with the campaign a whole two weeks ago, and then scrapped most of it when 140 blew me out of the water. I was really touched, and really happy. I hadn't expected it, but it shockingly felt right, you know?

Unfortunately 141 robbed me of most of that satisfaction and brought me right back to neutral.

The blanket statement you have to make, of course, is that you can’t criticise this as a DnD game, and you can’t be mad at the cast for playing it in a way they think is best for them. They’re the players, Matt’s the DM, and in the end it makes no sense for them to try to make themselves act how they think the audience wants them to, and I’m sure most of the audience wouldn’t like the result anyway.

That said, there is an audience. And that’s where I see this clash coming in. As a DnD game, as long as the players and DM have all enjoyed it and been satisfied, it’s a successful game! But for us, it’s not a DnD game. For us, we’re watching a story be written in real time through the medium of an RPG. And while as a DnD game you can’t fault it, as a piece of media, I completely get why the way things have gone has sat weirdly for a lot of people.

It's not satisfying to see so many character hooks dealt with so quickly or left as an offscreen "and then you do it." If they don't want to keep playing to dive into it, absolutely, but for us who have been watching this as a story with all these character elements get so built up, it's a huge anti-climax.

Which is a lot of what this campaign has been, really.

Oh, Nott’s cursed! But through a really cool character moment that problem is completely taken care of with no consequences we see. Yay, I want her to be Veth and that was an iconic move from Jester! Still, it kind of feels like this was built up to be a big problem and at the first success it was let go... Caleb's got a really intense frightening past he tries to hide, I wonder how the Mighty Nein will respond? Oh, they found out, but it's not a difficult revelation for anyone. Looks like it's easy for them to move past it and forgive. Yeah, that's healthiest for the characters, but huh, kinda undercuts it as a storyline or point of interest. Oooh, Avantika’s back! Ah, they’ve killed her and grabbed the eye again. I mean I don’t want them to die or for Uk’otoa to be free, but I’m starting to feel like that’s not much of a threat anyway. The Traveler’s been kidnapped! Nah he hasn’t, he tried to save Jester so he was let go with no further issue, and also he wasn’t actually in any danger anyway. Oh... Cool. So... Why should I care or be worried?

And these are just the biggest ones I remember being kind of let down by. I wanted to see them STRUGGLE for the successes to have meaning. To my view, threats of failure -- real failure -- really decreased the more the campaign went on, with a few exceptions.

Because don't get me wrong, we've definitely had struggles, and those have made for some of the best moments! Molly’s death, Yasha’s kidnapping, Yeza’s imprisonment. When failures that were threatened are allowed to occur, it’s far more gratifying when it’s followed by success, because you understand that that success was actually necessary. It shows us that what they do really means something.

Honestly, that's why the final battle really shut me up, because nothing makes you quite feel stakes and failure like having two PCs die, and having a resurrection ritual fail -- AND knowing that failure would be delivered on, had it not been for a seemingly miraculous roll of the dice to turn it around. One of the greatest failure's -- Molly's death -- made the success of his resurrection put a lot of my other issues to rest immediately, because to be honest? Molly's resurrection was the biggest success of the campaign, exactly because it was originally the biggest failure.

But this episode, we got to see the other side of making threats and successes feel disappointing -- when you get the impression that success was robbed from you. Again, their characters, their choices, but to have them roll an intervention to get Molly's soul, to convince Molly to come back with his own possessions they've so loved, after so long and so many struggles... only to apparently not get Molly at all?

Changed, of course. Memories, maybe he'd never get them back, though that seems inconsistent to how the initial resurrection was played and Matt's hints. It even makes sense that not having his memories and being a bit different, he might forge a new identity, but insisting Molly was a different person entirely after such a supposed hard won success to get Molly back, especially after what his death meant to the audience and potentially healing that old wound? It robs the narrative of a LOT of catharsis, at least for me and I know many others.

Trent, too, I'm very up and down on. He was so built up -- and what fun that build up had -- and I very much disagreed with the idea that the best story would be dealing with him offscreen.

It's true that you don’t need to explicitly address, confront, or explore every big aspect of character's story hooks and background ties for PCs to move past them and grow healthily. But that does not make it a satisfying viewing experience. People quietly healing in real life is healthy. People quietly healing in an explosive fantasy setting is frustrating for the audience.

What on earth is the point of a story if you don’t get to SEE THE ESTABLISHED CONFLICTS go anywhere? A lot of the characters got distant, quiet resolutions, if that, to everything we wanted to see.

Except, we did get to see Trent. It was a really fun, inventive battle, from opening to conclusion, but much like Travelercon, much like Nott's/Veth's problem with the hag, these were things that the audience in general wanted to see be really dug into and explored, and every single one of them got, in my opinion, quickly tidied up instead. Trent got beaten in the first and only proper battle they had with him, which, after all his build up, is pretty disappointing for a villain many of us wanted to see be a big deal. It really just felt like they were trying to tidy up to get on with the epilogue, which is not what a lot of us were looking for with Trent especially.

And that's how most of their endings felt to me. It didn't feel like any of them had reached a comfortable conclusion. Literally all of them, bar Veth and Caduceus, continued on their character journey threads, without each other and very quickly. Meeting Yasha's tribe and Vandran, Caleb finally openly debating changing time for his parents, Trent and Zeenoth's trials and the changing of the guard at the Assembly... All were things it would have been so fun to have all the PCs react to and explore together, and instead they were fleeting encounters in the latter half of a seven hour finale.

Is all this, from Molly not really coming back to Trent being a finale side plot to the Nein continuing on their individual journeys, potentially realistic to how these fantastical things might go down in real life? Sure! But that's not necessarily a good thing.

Stories THRIVE on conflict and resolution. That’s what makes them FUN! Conflict isn’t nearly so fun in real life and resolutions are often frustrating question marks, so no, past a certain point I don’t WANT stories to be realistic. I want stories to be SATISFYING.

And campaign 2 has fallen far short of the mark.

I haven’t spoken... Basically a word of this for most of the campaign, because as I said I’m a firm believer that you can’t necessarily judge something until it’s over, and because I ALSO firmly believe that being negative WHILE trying to enjoy something is counterproductive. I have had no interest in spoiling or naysaying the fun of the campaign for anyone, least of all myself.

But it's done now, and all I can say is... I really have had fun. I love the characters. I love their relationships. I’m pretty okay with where they’ve ended up. I’m not mad, really, and I’m still going to think of this campaign with a lot of affection. But it hasn’t been a satisfying story, even though for a week following episode 140 I thought, despite all the brushed over story threads, it might be.

So... to try and reclaim some of that satisfaction for myself, I might ignore some aspects of the finale proper. Namely Kingsley specifically. Taliesin's choice -- but to me, it's pretty clear that who we saw at the end of 140 was Molly, and the tags on my posts will reflect that, just as my 141 tags will be for both Kingsley and Molly, for clarity's sake. I personally want to believe Molly did come back, however others might want to interpret it. The victory in 140 that meant so much to me is hollow otherwise, and it just kind of hurts that we would lose Molly after everything. I was okay with him being dead -- I'm not so okay with his resurrection being stolen.

Kingsley will always be canon, but Molly is what I choose to acknowledge. I get if you don't like that take, and that's okay! I didn't care for canon's in the end. That's the good thing about storytelling, is that no one can stop you from making your own versions.

For the people who are hopefully hyped for campaign 3, heck yeah have fun! I’m on the fence. My investment, which... I think I can objectively say was pretty substantive as this blog will attest, doesn't feel rewarded, so I’m not convinced I can faithfully keep up for over three years all over again with a strong possibility that I will once again be left disappointed. It's been a huge chunk of my life, and... yeah!

I’ll take a break, probably, view (and liveblog, if people want!) campaign 1 when I’ve had a mental stretch and vacation, and then... I might start campaign 3. I definitely won’t be able to put the same time in it I did campaign 2 (my first love no matter what), knowing that it’s likely to not be so vindicated, in the end.

I swear I’m actually writing this in fairly good humour, but I totally get its always disappointing when the people you come to for fandom enjoyment just aren't sharing your fun. Honestly I’m half tempted to write all those frigging AUs I have sitting around! But I wanted to say my piece, and try and logically outline why this ending has been lacklustre for so many people, ultimately myself included.

Episode 140 felt right because it felt like a natural conclusion -- these disparate people coming together and finally being whole, finally soothing the hurt that MADE them so long ago. Episode 141 spat on that sentiment -- they all scattered to the winds, not as happy people to live out their dreams, but as confused people chasing up loose threads towards an unknown future, with the friend they thought returned still lost to them, ultimately.

It doesn't feel like the ending we should have gotten for the Mighty Nine, who were finally, finally all together. Until they weren't. So to me? I choose to acknowledge that they were, even if I have to force it to happen post-epilogue in my head.

#critical role #cr spoilers #c2e141 #c2e140 #ramblings #long post #first time i've used that tag but i figure people should be able to block this if they want to!#molly #kingsley #trent ikithon #the mighty nein

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cherrybyunss · 3 years

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Ship: Jaemin x Reader Word Count: 1.8k Tags: Heartbroken Reader x a very kind Jaemin, Making Love, Smut, Explicit, Protected Sex, Oral (F receiving), Fingering

A/N: This is the ending scene of Chapter I of When It Gets Risky and if in case you’re planning to read the entire fic or wondering if you should, I highly recommend reading some other excerpts I posted here instead of this one so that this doesn’t get spoiled for you.

Read the entire fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

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You felt your eyes about to brim with tears that you tried to hold back. “How do you not see me as a mess yet?”

“Oh c’mon, we’re all a mess sometimes.” Jaemin said, leaning in to kiss your nose softly. “You still deserve the world.”

That was it. You broke down. You didn’t know why tears rolled down your cheeks one after the other. But you let it happen. And your sobs were quiet. Quiet enough for you to hear Jaemin move before he took you in his arms.

“It’s gonna be okay.” He said. It was so stupid how words so simple could make you cry harder.

“I’m doing the wrong thing, aren’t I?”

Jaemin stayed quiet, caressing your hair gently.

You looked up at him with tear stricken eyes. Your eyes must have looked pleading for his face immediately softened.

Perhaps it was you who leaned in, or perhaps it was him. Or perhaps the two of you met somewhere in the middle, but your lips touched his and you kissed him, slow. And he kissed back with slow passion that made you melt in his arms.

You deepened the kiss, wanting more, but he moved away, making you look at him, almost scared.

“Don’t look like that now.” He whispered, kissing your nose again, his hand still cupping you face.

“Jaemin…” You started to question.

“You know you shouldn’t do this, princess.” He said. “Not when you’re heartbroken.”

You tried not to cry again. You knew he was right. It could, and would get too overwhelming for you. And yet… “Please.”

“Don’t say that, princess.”

“Please,” you cried, “I promise I’ll process it like I have to, just this once!” You looked at him with pleading eyes. “I feel ridiculous saying this too, but just this once, make me forget this stupid feeling, please.”

You weren’t looking at him anymore, but you could feel his eyes on you. But soon, he stood up.

He’s gonna leave. Makes sense.

He held a hand out for you to take. You looked at him before taking his hand and carefully shuffling out of the blanket onto your feet.

And Jaemin swept you right off your feet. You gasped, your hands going around his neck right away.

No words were exchanged as carried you to your room, never looking away from your eyes even for a second.

He gently lowered you down onto the mattress, turning on the bedside lamp, and taking his t-shirt off, none of the acts too rushed. Everything he did calmed you as much as it made your heart race.

He moved towards you, leaning in to kiss you softly before tugging the hem of your top and slowly pulling it over your head and off with your help, resting his forehead on yours right after.

He kissed you again, letting you melt back into the mattress as he crawled on top of you, letting his arms support his weight. He broke away and looked at you. His gorgeous eyes and parted lips, so close for you touch… You felt your mind get a little hazy from being under his gaze, under him.

You could still sense a sinking feeling in your chest. Desperate to make it go away, you leaned forward, practically pleading him to make his lips meet yours again.

But Jaemin cupped your face, caressing your cheek lightly. And shook his head.

"Breathe." He said. You suddenly realized how tensed you'd been. "Do it, princess."

You felt speechless at how much attention he was paying to you. How much he wanted you to feel taken care of. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you looked straight at him and breathed, as he'd asked you to, once, then twice, your eyes eventually falling shut, letting the tears fall, as the tension seeped out of your body.

"Just like that." He said. "So pretty."

His words sent shivers down your spine. He leaned in before you could even entirely open your eyes, pressing his lips to your forehead first, letting your eyes fall shut again, and then, to your eyes.

His lips then lightly grazed your cheek before he finally pressed them against your own. You felt the kiss in the deepest parts of your soul, the relaxed state of your body becoming the perfect vessel for the heat he kissed you with. You felt yourself melting away as he kissed you, slowly, with passion that brought tears into your eyes, while his hands found yours and he intertwined your fingers, holding you down.

Ah... He's making love to me...

Jaemin is...

He poured his soul into the kiss, and made sure you could feel it. And you did.

He kissed your jaw, and then below your ear, drawing a light gasp from you before moving down to your neck, where he latched onto a sensitive spot and sucked.

Your breath came out in a quiet moan as you threw your head back, unintentionally giving him more access. You felt him hum against your skin in approval, and you whimpered. You felt hyper aware of his touch, your skin burning at every spot it came in contact with his.

"You sound so pretty, princess." Jaemin breathed out against the crook of your neck, before moving down and capturing your nipple between his lips. He flicked his tongue, drawing a broken moan out of you. You were going to lose your mind.

He reached up to kiss you again, his hand in your hair behind your ear. You wondered if you'd always liked the feeling this much or if it was Jaemin.

It was probably Jaemin.

He looked at you, breath heavy, one more time before he moved down on your body, stopping above your stomach.

The thought of his lips on your skin was already enough to make you shudder. So when he actually kissed above your navel, you positively lost your mind.

Your back arched against the mattress as he found a spot on your belly and sucked on it till it left a mark, him having to use his hands to keep you in place.

"You're reacting to me so well, princess. You sure you can take more than this?" He said against your skin, not helping your case a bit.

He hooked his fingers into your shorts and panties and you lifted your hips a little to let him remove them.

And then it was him against your unclothed heat. The anticipation you felt in your stomach had you convinced that you’d come within a second of him touching you.

And it turned out that you weren’t too far from the truth. Jaemin pressed his tongue against your parted folds at the same time as he let one then two fingers inside you and your mind went haywire. The pace he worked your body at so amazing from the start you could swear it was the best someone had ever made you feel as you screamed and moaned under him. You saw stars in under a minute. You cried his name as he worked you through your orgasm, a tear slipping past the barrier of your eyes once again.

Jaemin reached up and kissed the tear away before kissing you again, letting you taste yourself through him. You felt like you could get drunk on this feeling.

He pulled away. “Felt good, princess?” He said, moving a stray, sweaty bang out of your forehead as you breathed heavy. You blushed. You could feel something inside you tense up every time he called you princess. You’d been called plenty of nick names so far, ‘princess’ included, but being called so by the gorgeous boy in front of you felt different.

“Jaemin…” You said, and he hummed back in response before you continued. “I want you.”

You could see him pause for a second in front of you before he breathed out, and pulled away from you, your eyes following him intently.

Standing on his knees, he unbuttoned his jeans, the view so hot you were sure it left a photographic memory. He stepped out of his jeans and his boxers, his hard length hanging free and discarded them before climbing on top you and kissing you once again.

You reached for your bedside table and passed him a condom from the drawer, letting him roll it on before move closer to you.

You shuddered when you felt the tip of his cock against your still sensitive heat as Jaemin lined himself up at your entrance.

“Then you shall have me.” He said one last time before he moved his hips forward, letting his length enter your core.

The stretch made you squirm under him till your body adjusted to the size. You panted heavily as your hands went around his shoulders, holding on for dear life. In that one moment, everything felt right.

“Fuck.” He breathed. “Fuck, you feel so tight.”

“You fill me up so well, Jaemin!” You said, your voice coming out high and breathy.

He pulled his hips away, letting him move out of you almost entirely before ramming himself back in. You screamed his name.

You moaned and turned in your place as he picked up pace, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot every time he rammed in. “Fuck!! Jaemin, please keep going!”

Your words made him go faster, driving you close to the edge. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” Jaemin said between his pants. “I could look at you forever.”

You whined as it made the knot grow tighter in your stomach.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty too. You’re gorgeous.”

“Jaemin!! Please!” You cried as you felt each and every thrust deep inside you.

You clenched around Jaemin, probably drawing him closer to his high. So he brought his hand down to rub your clit to add to your pleasure.

And that was all it took. You screamed as you came for the second time, together with him. You swore you passed out for a second before you came back to reality and breathed heavily as your body relaxed.

Jaemin rested his forehead upon yours, panting slightly.

“Thank you.” You said quietly.

“Thank you, princess.” He said, kissing your temple softly. “This was amazing.”

Jaemin made love to you several times that night. And the times you weren’t making love, he had you spooned, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making you shudder, or giggle like a child against him.

He let you feel what it was like to be loved, even though he didn’t love you. You couldn’t tell him in words how much it meant to you, even if you tried. And so, with everything you had in you, you loved him back.

For that one night, your heart was full.

Full of Jaemin.

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Read the entire fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

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kunikuzxshi · 3 years

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Can I please request for LoV content though this time the reader isn’t anyone’s s/o per say, just like everyone’s mama in a sense, always being the one who care for them and give them love, big spooning, cuddle, help them with various stuff. And because they are ‘LoV mama’ they are quiet dominant and everyone listens to them and respect them. Can I get headcannons for LoV interactions with her? And if possible for another post a sequel of how they will react when they found out that she has a lover who basically babies her and she likes it too. How will they react? Will they treat her differently? Jealous? Thank you so much!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

Awwwww 🥺 just let me know if you want me to tag you whenever I do the other post ❤️ it got really laggy before I could add more so… :’)

Just some small stuff, I’ll do like one shots and the other thing in another post or two if you want me to tag you or somethin lol

Part 2

Kurogiri

Lemme tell you right now, he is absolutely relieved because now he’s got someone else to “babysit” the league

He finally feels comfortable enough to have a day just to himself

^ He’s just happy he doesn’t have to constantly worry about Dabi burning down their base, or Shigaraki turning Toga to dust

He’s kind of like a kid in a way

^ Like he’s looking for praise in a way, but not really

Encourage him when he’s doing a good job

Let him vent when a certain brat pisses him off

And PLEASE help him discipline said brat

^ He will literally beg you, just do it please

He definitely appreciates you the most out of everyone

He likes getting a pat on the back when he’s doing a good job, or even just having a drink with you when “handjob” is finally asleep I had to I’m sorry I love that nickname so much

You’ve got either really insulting nicknames or really sweet ones for everyone in the league, but you guys only use them when it’s just you two

You guys randomly get Magne pride stuff, like the transgender flag or those pins you find everywhere during pride month

^ Sometimes Toga too

^ And you if you’re part of it, but he goes without you if it’s for you, because then it wouldn’t be a surprise

He likes head pats but that’s all he’s comfortable with

Shigaraki

Ok, he’s definitely a bitch to you too

^ at first at least

In general, he didn’t really like people and his tolerance for everyone was pretty low for a long time

The only people he interacted with were the same few people, and they basically spoiled and groomed him, so it takes him the longest to warm up to you

He doesn’t like being told no, so expect him to act like a toddler when you tell him he can’t do something

He does kind of like having another decent parental figure even though in his head afo’s a good dad

He might invite you to go with him to GameStop or something like that

^ Or maybe just to grab a quick snack from a ramen shop or something along the lines of that

He’s somewhere between a moody teenager and a four year old, just remember that

Please don’t get mad at him, he feels bad after an hour or two

^ Kurogiri has to make him apologize for whatever he did though because he’s too stubborn to do it himself

He lets you pick out one of his good controllers and headsets so you can play with him in your own room, or with him, he doesn’t mind

Once he’s fully comfortable with you, he’s clingy as hell

Always asks for hugs or head scratches, most likely both

He tries his best not to snap at you like he does with everyone else, and he probably has the most patience with you

He doesn’t really cuddle with you since it’d be a little weird if you guys aren’t dating, but he does hug you from behind every once in a while

Likes to be close to you in general

He likes when you take care of his scars and wounds for him, or when you get him to stop scratching his neck

^ Cause it shows you care, and he doesn’t really think anyone really does except for Kurogiri and AFO

Probably the touchiest one

Expect to be giving him some form of attention every second, whether it’s talking to him or just holding his wrist

Probably the one that enforces your rules honestly (if you have any)

Basically he’s a simp, but like the platonic kind of simp

Dabi

Dabi’s a bit like Shigaraki

It does take him a bit to open up, but only about half the amount of time it takes Shigaraki to

He does feel bad when you get mad, and it takes him about the same amount of time to feel guilty

He definitely invites you to go places with him, but it’s usually a bar or a good spot to commit arson

He’s basically a moody teenager, that’s it, so he’s at least manageable

Sometimes he goes with you to get snacks or drinks (soft drinks basically), but if he does, expect to be the one paying

Might give you a cigarette every once in a while if you smoke, and he always offers to light it for you

He definitely likes to vent to you about his day, or how Shigaraki’s been bugging him more than usual

^ It’s mainly because you’re the only one that listens though mainly

^ He still appreciates it though, don’t get it wrong

One of his favorite pastimes is to walk around the city at night with you and maybe Kurogiri

He’s not very touchy in general, so don’t expect anything more than a pat on the back

Sometimes though, if you want a hug or something he’ll let you get one from him

He’s still not touchy at all, so don’t ask for very much

^ Lemme put it this way, expect more from pretty much everyone else except him

Spinner

He always runs to you about Dabi picking on him for his quirk when Kurogiri’s not around

Sometimes he asks you to play a game with him, but not very often

^ Even Shigaraki probably asks more than Spinner does

He’s pretty quiet with you most of the time, and he won’t usually talk to you unless you start a conversation

^ Basically he only talks to you when he needs to

He’s not exactly the kind of guy that’ll go out for food with you since his quirk makes him pretty easy to spot, but he does offer to help cook every once in a while

He likes to show you his collection of knockoff stain clothing

He has made efforts to try to get to know you more, but he’s a little shy

Get him Stain merch and you’ll automatically be his favorite out of everyone in the league

^ Shigaraki might kill you though, just a heads up

Don’t touch him unless you’re treating his wounds, he’s worse than Dabi is

Magne

She loves going out with you and Toga

^ Could be for food, or maybe clothes shopping, hell, even just a walk

^ She just likes spending time with you, but yes, it is preferred if Toga and Twice could come along

She’s gotta be the sweetest person out of the whole league

She’s probably called you her sibling a few times just so you know her opinion on you

You’ve got at least a few matching shirts and jackets with her and Toga

She probably offers to help you around the base more than anyone (except kurogiri)

You’re definitely in the top 3 favorites

She likes to do skincare routines with Toga, Twice, and you

Definitely paints her nails and asks you how it looks first

She’s totally onboard with you sitting in her lap, but it’s just for hugs, don’t get it mixed up

She’s probably one of the touchiest people out of the league

^ Not nearly as much as Shig, but she’s probably third

Toga

You’re a sibling too, 100%

She asks you to sharpen and clean her knives daily, but she always repays the favor by helping you cook or by cleaning 2-3 rooms

She’s given you one of her favorite knives to keep for your birthday, or just any special event of yours

She always asks you to put her hair up for her, and if your hair is long enough, she asks if she can do your hair

She’s really picky about anything she gets you, and she always pays attention to the smallest details in everything she gives you

She’s given you quite a lot of jewelry she stole from corpses, whether you wear it or not

^ You can sell it too, and she’s fine with it, just tell her thank you first though

She always wants to watch you cook and she’s even tried to make your favorite food once or twice with Kurogiri and Magne

She asks you to paint her nails for her, even if you’re not good at it, since one hand always turns out better than the other

Face masks and cleansers are a must, she prefers if you do more skincare stuff with her, but that’s the bare minimum

Definitely has a picture of you, Magne, her, and Twice as the wallpaper on her phone

She’s somewhat touchy, she’s all for hugs and maybe hand holding every once in a while

^ That’s it though

Twice

He likes to smoke with you (if you do)

^ If you don’t, he still likes to talk to you when he does

He’s really interested in your hobbies and what you like to do

He’s comfortable with taking off his mask fully when it’s just you two and no one else

He thinks your laugh is cute in the same way a puppy’s cute

He likes being cared for by you, and you’re always going to be in his top 3

His all-time favorite thing about you is just the simple fact that you accept him for who he is, flaws and all

He comes to you for head pats at least four times a day, and he likes holding your hand because it makes him feel safe and secure

He loves how gentle you are with him, and how you try your best to understand him

^ He does feel extremely bad when he involuntarily insults you

^ Tell him you know he didn’t mean it and that you still like him please

He loves cuddles, but only when he’s tired

^ It’s usually just him laying his head on your shoulder though

Again, having you around in general makes him feel safe

So after a long day of fighting heroes, he just wants to sit with you until he falls asleep

Compress

He basically the only other person besides Kurogiri that doesn’t have the mindset of a 15 year old or younger

It’s nice that he’s got someone other than Kurogiri to talk to now

He offers to help with chores the most

Likes to entertain you with magic tricks, and he always shows you his newest tricks first

^ Please tell him he did a good job and that it was convincing

He knows a good deal about you, like your favorite food and your favorite spot in the city

Sometimes he goes on walks with you when the tension after a mission dies down

He takes you out for food once or twice a week, and for a snack run every other week

^ He always gets a lot of stuff though, so it’s ok

He’s always the first to notice anything about you, like a new haircut or a new shirt

^ He’s always the first to compliment you on it too

On a scale of 1-10, he’s probably a 3 as far as being touchy goes

He appreciates praise and maybe pats on the back, but he doesn’t really care much about themselves

He doesn’t really actively seek your attention like Shigaraki does, but he doesn’t complain when he gets it

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki #kurogiri #mr compress #league of villains #himiko toga #twice mha #jin bubaigawara #magne bnha #spinner bnha

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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The Shadowhunters Chronicles time travel head cannons because I have ideas but no ideas.

ALSO PLEASE DONT STEAL THESE, BUT I WOULD LOVE ADD ONS

THL Meeting TMI

Charles coming to the future and being really conflicted on whether or not he should check old records to see if he’s council bc on one hand he’s Charles and he has a very big ego but on the other hand he also has a really big inferiority complex.

Matthew realizing that gender roles are very bent now and wearing skirts and make up and nail polish also having several piercings. Because she/they rights.

Also Matthew going to a bookstore in June and seeing the whole pride layout and just how many books there are about being LGBTQ and how explicit they are ans the wide demographics and generas and everything and just being by the way.

Christopher realizing that there are way more elements in the periodic table now and just about micro organisms and flipping the fuck out. Like DNA was not discovered until 1980 this man would be having a field day.

We know that Alastair would watch so many Disney movies, just every musical he can get his hands on his watching.

Also Alastair realizing that the Eiffel tower is now like one of the main things associated with Paris and everyone thinking it’s the coolest thing in the world.

I propose the idea that Anna Lightwood would be actually be bad at hooking up with modern day women, because this one super hot lesbian would like ask for her Snapchat or something and she would have no clue what that is.

Also Anna realizing that there are more modern day terms for gender and being able to finally identify as gender queer and maybe experimenting with pronouns.

I don’t know why but I would love to see Cordelia in modern fashion. Or really any of them just, any of these kids going to a mall would be amazing.

Lucie creating an AO3 account and immediately posting every single chapter of the beautiful Cordelia on there. Also her reading rpf fanfics.

Will would later join her and make a Twitter account as well.

Kamala watching Bollywood movies. Also I feel like she get a really cool lesbian experience that she never really got and also I think she would love to know that gay marriage legalized and that there are opportunities for her to have children that don’t involve sex with a man.

I would like to see what Matthews opinion on abortion would be because of his backstory. I feel like there’s no correct answer to this but I would like to see some ideas.

But also I would love to see Matthew meeting like future!Magnus and either thinking that he’s still the coolest person in the world or have his vision of him be crushed. Because Magnus is a father of two teenage sons, he hasn’t been an aloof party animal for a long time, he’s a full on Dad.

I think Matthew would also try to live with Magnus for a while only for it to backfire the second he comes home drunk.

I feel like Charles and Matthew would both get arrested, Matthew would obviously try to go to a bar or get drunk or something, English law and American law are very different even today so a lot of the things Matthew enjoys doing he would be banned from but he wouldn’t realize that until it’s too late. Charles on the other hand would probably say something intolerant, because he’s Charles and it’s the 21st-century now, and piss off the wrong person and end up getting thrown out of jail cell. The real tragedy would be for the poor inmates and policeman who have to listen to these two fight until Clary can come and pick them up.

Also Matthew getting help for the bullshit he’s been through and everyone just being openly gay please I need it.

TWP Meets TLH

Max and Rafe going to the past and being absolutely terrified of what’s going on and meeting Magnus from the past and trying not to have a breakdown because they’re dad doesn’t know who they are and they can’t go to him

Mina going with Max and Rafael to the past and playing at the Hell Rule because you know she would.

Also Will knowing that she is Jem and Tessa’s daughter because she’s so beautiful just like his Tess and he knows that the only other person Tessa would love enough to have a child with would be their Jem.

Everyone knowing that Charles is gay and in the closet because they can read this bitch very well.

And Max and Ralph trying to like keep the whole “hey there are new rules now and downworlders and Shadowhunters can share powers thing” on the down low and failing during a big fight and it being reviled with like Max using the seriph blade or some thing and then Rafe just straight up using magic and everyone’s like “Wwwhhaaaaaattt”

They were getting like serious trouble for this in Lake Charlotte with interrogate the hell out of them because wtf was that.

Magness from their present coming back to pick up the kids and seeing Will and everyone again. And Will asking how Magnus is only to realize this man has a family!!

Or even better Alec Lightwood Bane coming back to the past, through a portal, to come get his kids real quick and him seeing Past!Magnus and then flirting with him and Magnus being interested while the kids are like,”Really, this again”.

Kit going into the past and them being confusion because there are two Christophers, also how are you a Herondale?!

Ty stealing cats.

I would love to see how Rafe, Tavvy, Max, and Mina react to Church being alive.

Tavvy, who I have somehow not yet mentioned, getting like separation anxiety from his siblings and Ralph just hanging out with him a lot more and cheering him up and just being a good Parabatai .

Also Tavvy spoiling the entire Blackthorne line whoops.

Also I feel like Max, Rafael, and Tavvy would very much not going to drive to the toxic masculinity of the time, and be super affectionate and nice to each other and respectful of women and it would be quite shocking for people.

Rafe would go to a ball or party and totally teach people either the Cupid shuffle or a bunch of other modern dances.

I feel like someone would make a comment about Max being half demon and a warlock, especially after they realize he can have runes. Not sure what the comment would be, but it might involve Benedick having a thing for demons and it would make everyone super uncomfortable.

Also just the Lightwood-Banes, and Tavvy, seeing Magnus with another person and being so upset over this. Bc their dads in love with someone else and that shit hurts.

Arguments over who’s related who and which line everyone comes from because I don’t think the modern gang would know exactly who they’re related to so the relate would be pretty open.

Everyone staying at the institute because no one would take all three of them and then Mina just tagging alone because she wants to.

I feel like Max or Rafe or maybe even Tavvy would screw up and accidentally call Will Dad or Alec and this would cause a lot of panic.

Once again a shopping montage because you never have enough clothes.

The Merry thieves and the modern squad hanging out and just having fun together would be cool. They could all go to each other’s houses or the devils tavern and drink. -Which would probably be Max and Rafe’s first time drinking bc American laws are weird and different and Rafe wouldn’t break the rules.

Or Alternatively him getting in a drinking contest with someone, Matthew, and not knowing that he’s an alcoholic until way later. He would then demand that this boy go to therapy.

OMG THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD WTF FJKHFKADSFKA. AARON THESE ARE PERFECT AND SO WELL THOUGHT OUT I LOVE IT OMG.

#tsc headcanons #tsc time travel #tlh #twp #tsc #tid

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beepen · 3 years

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Hello gays and gays only. You may have known me as dicks-out-for-adam :) felt a little nostalgic and wanted to post a little something for the adashi tag. Happy pride and happy summer, here’s two hockey players getting midnight snacks on a road trip.

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“Adam….”

Adam stirred in his sleep, nuzzling further into his pillow. His sore muscles protested his awakening and he couldn’t agree with them more. He wanted to continue sleeping….

“Adam.”

“No….”

Let him sleep. He loved sleeping.

“Adam!”

A poke to his shoulder had him scrambling for his dreams to come back, reaching for them and wanting to cover himself in them like a blanket. But they were already too far away and Adam was already too awake.

He sighed, saddened by his loss. “What?”

“Are you up?”

“No.”

“Do you want Mcdonald’s?”

His stomach immediately reacted at the question, growling, and Adam finally opened his eyes to peer over at Takashi kneeling beside his bed.

“Are you serious?” Adam said, voice cracking from sleep and hissing as he stretched his aching limbs.

“Yeah, I’m serious. Do you want some or not?”

Ignoring his question for the moment, Adam reached for his phone. He squinted at the brightness as he read the time. “Takashi. It’s 12 A.M.”

“I know.”

“Did you even sleep?”

Takashi chose not to answer, instead he rose to his feet, his tall frame now towering over Adam’s horizontal form. Adam noticed even in the dark that he was dressed to go out.

“Can you answer my question, please?” Takashi said, his entire being now starting to radiate impatience.

Adam sighed again and rubbed his eyes, giving his hunger levels a once over. He didn’t really have much time to eat except for a couple bananas and a protein shake after the game. The others went to have dinner together but Adam was beat and set out to his hotel room, where he made a quick change into some shorts and literally sunk into the mattress. His stomach was now beating him up for not having a proper meal. He lost so many calories during the game that his body was in a starving state.

“Well?” Takashi crossed his arms and glared down at him. He was probably hungry too.

“I am hungry….” Adam sat up in the bed, keeping the blankets over his shoulders for warmth. “But I don’t want Mcdonald’s.”

In fact, the idea of it made his stomach recoil a bit. He didn’t mind the fast food usually, but after waking up from a deep sleep? Not ideal.

Takashi was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking. He then pulled out his phone and began typing on it.

“Do you feel like walking?” Takashi asked.

Adam shrugged. A midnight walk didn’t sound awful. He actually enjoyed them if he was in the company of a friend or two.

“There’s a 24/7 convenience store five minutes from here.” Takashi looked up from his phone to stare at him, inquiring. “Do you want me to pick something up for you?”

Adam thought about it. On one side, he wanted to stay in bed. The hotel room was especially cozy, and the city lights outside his window tried to lure him back to sleep. And looking at the streets below, he noticed fresh snowfall. He could stay inside, safe from the cold, and wouldn’t have to get dressed either.

But on the other hand, it was only a five minute walk, and walking in the snow sounded just as inviting as laying in the warmth of his bed. And Takashi would be there with him. That idea alone had Adam craving something similar to companionship, but not quite. He couldn’t quite explain it. Something about walking around in the middle of the night, seeking food with his best friend in a city constantly bustling with college students who were also out on a walk, whether for food as well or from a club…it was like nostalgia, in a way. But Adam could not recall ever doing such a thing in the past. Maybe with family or old friends, but never so late.

“Okay.” Adam made up his mind, stretching one more time before pulling the covers away.

Takashi tilted his head, looking for a clearer answer to his question than the one he was provided with. “Okay, what?”

“Okay, let’s go to the convenience store.”

“You want to come with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Alrighty. Hurry up then. I’m starving.”

In less than five minutes, they were exiting the hotel elevator and made their way outside through the grand lobby. It was quiet, and their footsteps echoed against the smooth tile. The receptionist paid them no mind.

As soon as they stepped outside, it was even quieter. The snow had built a heavy blanket over the sidewalks and parked cars, muffling the sounds of the city. Passing vehicles drove carefully over the salted roads and squelched over gray sludge. Only a few groups of people mingled about, most of whom were inside the many cafes and diners in the area, trying to stay someplace warm for a bit.

And walking beside Adam was Takashi, who made it his duty to talk Adam’s ear off. In the five minutes it took for them to reach the corner store, Takashi was on his tenth topic of conversation, water-vapor blowing from his mouth in short puffs of smoke from the cold. And when the doors slid open for them, his voice lowered into a low mumble to match the volume of the store.

It continued like this as they wandered down all six aisles of the small shop. Their conversation quickly shifted to food as they eyed various snacks and groceries. Shopping while hungry was dangerous, and Adam tried to suppress his urge to buy everything he craved. The team was leaving for a different city tomorrow morning, so the less baggage the better. He just needed something he could eat and dispose of quickly.

He had to constantly remind Takashi of this as well.

“Ha, look.”

Adam turned away from the many versions of Cheez Its to peer over at what Takashi was pointing at. He grimaced. “Sour Patch Kids cereal?”

“Sounds gross right?” Takashi laughed, then paused to stare at the abomination for a moment. “I want it.”

“You’re disgusting.”

It took Adam a few tries to convince the impulsive man that he shouldn’t buy it. Takashi only agreed with him after Adam pointed out that if he bought cereal, he’d have to buy milk, and what was he going to do with the milk tomorrow? Leave it at the hotel? Dump it and waste money? Bring it with him on the bus and risk spoiling it?

“I’ll just eat as much cereal as I can with it and then drink the rest if I have to.”

That resulted in Adam snatching the box from a laughing Takashi and placing it back on the shelf.

After more wandering, they eventually found food suitable for their cravings: Adam decided on a premade buffalo chicken wrap, hot chocolate, and a bag of hot fries, while Takashi settled on a lunchable, chocolate milk, and four Slim Jims. They paid and traveled back to the hotel, eating their snacks on the way.

Adam watched with absolute horror as Takashi opened up each Slim Jim, held them in one hand, and bit into all four in one bite.

“Takashi.”

The barbarian glanced down at him, asking what was up with a mouth full of Slim Jims.

Adam gave him a disappointed look. “Why?”

His only response was a goofy smile.

Upon arriving at their shared hotel room, Takashi’s Slim Jims were gone, Adam’s hot chocolate was warm enough to finally drink from, and his bag of hot fries was half empty, courtesy of both Takashi and himself.

“What lunchable did you get?” Adam asked as Takashi unlocked their door. Pushing it open, Takashi marched inside, singing his answer to Adam’s question with a light voice.

“Pizzaaa~”

“Of course~” Adam sang back.

They convened in Adam’s room with the rest of their food. Well, more like Adam had walked to his room and Takashi simply followed. Adam of course didn’t mind.

They easily melted into their usual comfortable and laid back routine, chatting on the bed as they chowed down. Takashi was very particular in how he set up his mini pizzas; the order absolutely had to be sauce, then cheese, then pepperoni. Adam pointed out that if he placed the pepperonis down before the cheese, he could use them to spread the sauce around evenly. Takashi looked at him as if he was the one who had bit into four Slim Jims all at once.

“Heretic,” Takashi accused him, and when Adam kicked his leg, he threatened to crush him if he did it again. Adam didn’t hesitate—he kicked Takashi again.

Takashi stared at him with a twinkling, impish look in his eyes. “You have until I finish my lunchable to apologize.”

Apparently by ‘crush’ Takashi meant plopping his entire body on top of Adam’s.

Once they finished their food and after Takashi felt Adam was adequately crushed, they settled into a comfortable silence, laying side by side. It wasn’t until Adam whipped out his phone to scroll through social media that Takashi repositioned himself on his side, head on Adam’s shoulder as he watched him scroll mindlessly.

Adam didn’t mind. He trusted Takashi, and if anything weird popped up, he knew Takashi’s socials were probably even weirder. That didn’t stop his commentary though.

“Kinky.”

“Shut up.”

Takashi chuckled, the breathy kind. The type of laugh that was only a puff of air and a soft hum. It brushed against Adam’s skin. His heart felt like it was blooming.

“Do you want to finish that one walkthrough?” Adam whispered, and he mayhaps turned his face a little so his nose could bump against Takashi’s.

Takashi hummed his affirmation, eyelids drooping. His breath once more tickled Adam’s skin.

Knowing they were going to fall asleep, they both decided to discard their jeans. Adam changed into the same shorts he had slept in before while Takashi remained in his boxers, too tired to travel the distance to his room. Adam didn’t want him to anyway. He knew Takashi would probably fall right asleep in his own bed if he left to change, and Adam wasn’t quite ready to give up his companionship just yet. He wanted to stay close, nuzzling his shoulder back underneath Takashi’s head to reclaim their position from before. Takashi happily obliged and let out a sigh so blissful one would think he had found the gates of heaven. Adam tried his best to ignore the way his skin prickled, how his heart felt opened and exposed like a blossoming flower. He swallowed it all down and played the video game walkthrough they started watching together last week.

Ten minutes in and Takashi was sound asleep, warm and comfortable against Adam’s side. Adam wanted to soak himself in that warmth, bury himself in it. Every point of contact between them was set aflame: the head on Adam’s shoulder, the arm resting flush against his, and the knee laying on top of his thigh. It was a loving and furious kind of heat, one that battled against the snowfall outside.

The best sleep awaited Adam, one he had no issue in partaking in. He only wished he could stay awake a little longer to appreciate all that was around him, like the soft mattress, the heavy duvet splayed over his form, the soft light protruding from the window and the now quiet city beneath it. And Takashi, dreaming beside him.

Soon, Adam will be dreaming as well, but before he could submit to the warm embrace of a good night’s rest, he turned his head until it bumped against Takashi’s.

Adam exhaled a final sigh, and drifted off to the lullaby of Takashi’s soft breathing.

#adashi #shadam #vld shiro #vld adam #vld #voltron #phew havent used those tags in a while #hockey au #yes i am still very much into hockey LMAO #cant stop wont stop

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[OM!] Mother!MC with Demon Brothers + Luke Headcanons

Scenario: Instead of a younger human, the Devildom welcomes a mother (with a 3-year old son in tow) into the exchange program.

intro + headcanons about how the brothers would interact with her

no romance… just uwu

bonus how the brothers would treat the son (why son? Perhaps because I too want a son)

Female reader!! (MC is referred to as she in this post)

bonus character: Luke :3c

I JUST WANT THEM TO FEEL LOVED OK

Lucifer wasn’t prone to believe in fate-- and the beginnings of the exchange program was just another reason why he did not. He let the breeze-- the wind pick a human applicant for him; and if he had gone through every application (though he wasn't completely sure he'd be sane by the end of it all) maybe this situation wouldn't have happened.

"What do you mean you can't be one of our exchange students?" Diavolo inquired, more curious than anything, an amused smile gracing his lips.

"I have a son," she said hesitantly. And there he was, peering around at the assembly room in his mother's arms that were wrapped protectively around him.

A mother and her human child, Lucifer thought blearily. One could only imagine what would happen if both of them remained here. (Which is why he never cut corners in anything he ever did ever because the one time he does, things go to shit. Damn Diavolo for enabling him.)

Lucifer

disgruntled by the adjustments made to accommodate a human child and his mother; mf will he ever rest

probably has to worry about babysitting duties delegated to his brothers

however, pleasantly surprised by MC's calm demeanor and reliable personality; finally another competent person in the house he doesn't have to really pick up after

...actually adores her and her son

accidentally does things to please her without really realizing it and hates the slight disappointment or worry he sees when he goes through sleepless nights or lashes out from anger

doesn't remember the last time he's been chastised, but he's as embarrassed as he can be when she fusses over him

the hell coffee she makes for him every morning and the snacks she brings during his breaks makes him lowkey wanna cry-- he doesn’t know how to deal with a selfless, unconditional love

is used to being a single parent ngl so taking care of her son is kinda… easy especially if the son is compliant

finds himself pressing a kiss to his forehead absently and catches himself only after he's done it (bonus points if Barbatos takes a pic of it and sends it into their trio gc)

“Barbatos, please delete this picture.”

“Oh, are you sure about that?”

“................”

ah he's attached, and so are his brothers, which kind of perturbed him a little but he’s kind of in the same boat after a short week or so

(if there was one brother who had a chance of harboring feelings for a mother mc, it’d be Luciiiiiiii uwuwuwuuwuuw; what can I say? He can’t resist the milf)

eventually, he opens up to her about the war-- because if there was any human he’d trust with his secrets, it would be MC

Mammon

he's crying

he doesn't think anyone has ever talked or held him as gently as MC

similar to the game, absolutely adores her and can't even lie about it

ok jk he's still a tsundere, but blushes every time MC looks at him with a knowing look because he can't lie convincingly enough that no, the head pats dont feel nice and no, he's just eating the lunch she made because it'll be a waste otherwise, ok?!

Her son definitely thinks he’s related to Mammon

Definitely the first one to accidentally call her “mom”

But hey don’t blame him-- he’s weak to how MC looks at him endearingly as she brushes hair out of his face motherly, like he can do no wrong

Nothing can compare to how Mammon feels when MC tells him she’s proud of him

feels legit guilty when she calls him out on his habits of stealing things to the point he remembers her voice when he tries to do it again-- basically his conscience ngl

she's like a cold hand to his feverish forehead, a cooling balm to the burn on his hand

when she defends him from his brother's insults, swears he'll protect her and her son

on that note, adores her son too and her son adores mammon!

surprisingly (or not) good with kids and treats them well; plays with them, very lively and dynamic

takes babysitting pretty seriously-- makes him consider the fact that he might actually want to be a father in the future if possible

not that he doesn’t have reckless endeavors with her son... they just end up okay so no one is none the wiser until it shows up on someone’s devilgram or spoken about through Barbatos/Diavolo

Leviathan

Honestly doesn’t know how to to react

A little miffed tbh that he finds it so easy to talk to her about…. Everything???

When he enlisted her (and her son) to get his money back from Mammon, did he expect to rant to her about all his animes and gush about his figurines to her because that was one of the first time someone’s allowed him to indulge in his hobbies and listen patiently?

No, and now he’s crying

And the fact she gently addresses his self-deprecating comments and urges him to see how she sees him (smart, witty, forgiving)---

Will probably do anything for MC and anything she says at this point; the pact is just a formality LOL

Listens to her and genuinely thinks the things she does for him is in his best interest

Had a hard time knowing how to deal with her son for a while, simply because he doesn’t know what he could do to actually entertain the child

Then finds out he could literally put up TSL or any of his favorite animes and the kid will watch it-- and ABSORB

Levi might as well be the kid’s best friend at this point-- dubbs him ‘Henry’-- which is really the greatest compliment MC thinks her son can get from him

Honestly volunteers to babysit him and proceeds to spoil him rotten

Satan

Slightly annoyed at how motherly she is at the beginning-- he takes her care and actions as if she treats him like a child

Finds it frightening how soothed he feels when he’s around her

There’s something about an older, calming presence that saps the anger from him and makes him feel like he can be himself around MC

Surprisingly the second person to accidentally call MC by “mom” probably an hour after he makes fun of Mammon for doing it (lol karma)

isn't one to seek out her attention like with levi, mammon, or asmo but is pleased whenever he does have time to spend with her because she always seems to have insight on everything and a strange wisdom that all mothers apparently do

has a lot of late night talks with her about her life, her career, what it's like having a child

often finds himself asking her for advice, and even if she doesn't have the answer, he always comes out of it thoughtful and clear minded

always willing to take care of her son; delights in reading him his favorite books and enacting the exciting scenes

always treats him like an adult to the point that their conversations are really funny to listen to

"So would you say the author's intent of the blue door was to convey the agony of grief?"

"I like the color blue."

"As did the protagonist; hm, you bring up a good point."

the son is Satan's partner in crime against Lucifer

"It's better if we do this, isn't that right?"

"Yeah!" MC’s child says, happily chewing on his favorite snack that Satan always gives to him and honestly not caring about the conversation at hand at all

"See? He agrees with me!”

And Lucifer just sighs bc he always loses in these arguments and Satan is unbearably smug

Asmodeus

similar to Satan, finds her presence in Devildom to be very pleasant and calming

she never seems to be disapproving of his past times, and Asmo is endeared by the way she never fails to say "stay safe" or "have fun!" or even "do you want me to leave the front lights for when you come back?"

the little motherly ways in which she shows she cares makes Asmo adore her

loves taking her shopping; always has a good time just gossiping, trying new clothes, or having a girls night out with self careeeee

when her son tags along, loves to have him dress up too or try on make up and it's too adorable NOT to post on devilgram

pretty sure MC's son has trended on devilgram before-- but that was the first and last time because Lucifer yelled at him for advertising the fact there was a human child in Devildom

which Asmo thinks is silly because he's pretty sure the caption under the selfie of the three of them ("So adorbs! I've only had MC's son for a day, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in Devildom and then myself. Teehee!") would have deterred any demon from laying a finger on him

When Asmo has him for babysitting duties, always loves to bathe him and play with bubbles, morphing his hair into an afro or an equally fashionable hairdo

actually very attentive to the child!!

Beelzebub

Not much changes from how Beel treats MC, but does view her actions in a more motherly manner

I think one thing that would change is that-- considering MC is a mother of her own child, is actually very protective of the brothers and sensitive to their changes in moods

When Lucifer gets angry at Beel and Luke, MC is furious and furiously protective, not yielding one bit or hesitating to put herself in front of them because of her instincts-- Beel has never admired her more

Physical strength has always something he can easily understand, but it is the strength of wills and of bravery that surprises him every time

After Mammon and Satan accidentally calls you “mom” Beelzebub has no qualms with calling you by mom either-- I mean, what’s the shame in that? Everyone already thinks of you as their mother-figure anyways

MC helps him deal with the loss of his sister

With MC’s child… You know that one meme with the two ways dad deals with kids: one is softly kissing his child on the forehead as he sleeps and the other is carrying his kid by the leg with one arm

Both of them is Beel

carries the kid around in the weirdest ways sometimes, including on his head, in one hand like he's holding a trophy, upside down (dw the kid thinks it's funny)

main transport is on his shoulders though; thinks it's kinda cute how the kid puts his arms around his head

wouldn't love anything more but to nap with him, but Beel is afraid of hurting him when he sleeps

Is the softest with MC’s son--- he’s not used to being the older brother, so he takes this responsibility kind of seriously

Always makes sure the food that MC’s son eats is appropriate so he tastes/tries it first… and sometimes ends up eating all of it, but he always manages to succeed in feeding the kid so it’s all good

Belphegor

Wants to hate MC so badly the first time they meet when he’s in the attic

He’s supposed to HATE humans, damn it-- why the hell is MC trying to be so motherly and understanding, huh?? How dare she make him guilty after he lied to her like wlkjaflksjfkjasdlfj

Out of all of them, seeks MC the least; whether it’s from guilt or the fact that her presence reminds him of the things and resentment he used to hold against her

Takes a little more cajoling from MC to talk to her and explain how he’s feeling so they can move past it

He’d rather die than let anyone else know that he teared up when they talked about Lilith and how he felt about everything; urges Belphie to talk to Lucifer and seek reconciliation with him individually (because it may be a family problem, but the feud was between the two of them, don’t you think?)

Finally gets the redemption arc he deserves and feels a lot lighter knowing that everything that has happened is now in the open and he’s ready to start healing

In avoiding MC after the whole debacle, Belphie ends up spending more time with her son because he thinks Belphie is fascinating and Belphie has no clue why

Similarly to Satan, treats the kid like he would anyone else but does find it amusing if the kid chases after his tail like a cat

Always ends up napping with him whenever MC’s son takes a nap-- after all, what’s easier than looking after a kid if you’re BOTH asleep?

Keeps an eye on him by putting a hand on his torso as they nap together

Uses MC’s son as an excuse to not do something, especially when Lucifer tells him to do something he doesn’t like to do

Honestly the son is a part of his arsenal-- he knows how weak everyone is for this kid (and so is he tbh but more lowkey) so cute pics of him is like… currency (Mammon WISHES he thought of this first)

Bonus:

Luke

MC practically adopts him the moment she lays eyes on him-- how could she not? Luke may as well be her other son

Luke can’t say no, especially after she saves him from Lucifer

Definitely calls her mom by accident and the brothers tease him-- only for him to retort back that “don’t you ALL call her by mom?” and they shut up lol

Simeon still gets to tease Luke though heheh

Really really really tries hard not to refer to MC as mom, but it slips out sometimes and no one even bats an eye

Baking together is such a family bonding moment

Treats MC’s son most like his younger brother almost automatically and makes sure he doesn’t get into any trouble while he’s taking care of him (though he does anyways)

Kind of likes the responsibility of babysitting MC’s son; makes him feel trusted

(MC takes the cutest pics of them together when they fall asleep; starts thinking about maybe having another child wouldn’t be so bad)

#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me luke #shall we date? obey me!

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lixis-sin-cauldron · 3 years

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Shouta’s Present [Eraser Head | Shouta Aizawa]

Rating: Explicit 18+ content MINORS DNI. Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraser Head) X fem!reader Word Count: 1.5k Kinks and Warnings : dom-play, spanking, vaginal penetration, no condom, Aizawa Shouta POV, pet name 'kitten', birthday sex, partially clothed sex, topping from the bottom Summary: It's Shouta Birthday! Here's a little present for him! Can also be read on Ao3 here: Shouta’s Present Big thank you to my lovely and amazing beta reader @lilleeboi

Shouta’s birthday was not really something he had any feelings toward. He had outgrown the wonder of it fairly quickly and merely entertained the excitement other people pushed onto him for it, be it his family or his friends. If it got overlooked for one year, he didn’t mind.

However, he couldn’t help but crack a smile when he trudged into his home late one night, just a little past one in the morning, when he saw the thoughtfully wrapped meal and cake on his dining table. A card with the words ��Happy Birthday, Shouta’ carefully written on the front standing over the food.

The keys are only supposed to be used for emergencies. He thought half-heartedly, having given you the set only to get into his place if needed. He couldn’t be mad, happy to see you show your love despite his protests.

He had purposely scheduled an all-day and late-night patrol to line up with the annual event, going out of his way to point out he’d be too busy to ‘celebrate’. With how you had pouted, why was he surprised you had figured out a way to still do so; timing the meal so he’d come home the morning of his birthday to find the gift waiting.

Placing the cake in the fridge for later, he began eating the meal happily and popped open the card to read the inscription inside.

‘I hope you enjoy your gift. ❤’

Of course, he did; he loved your cooking.

A short while later, after a much-needed shower, he slipped into his room with nothing but a towel clinging to his waist. He was looking forward to what sleep he could get before he would be bombarded by Hizashi in the morning in an attempt to have Shouta celebrate the day despite his packed schedule.

These thoughts were quickly erased as he saw what was resting on his bed.

You.

Laying atop his bedsheets in full view, you were resting peacefully. He sucked in his breath at the sight of you, not just due to your unexpected appearance on his bed but thanks to your appearance itself. You wore a thin, silk black-red netted chemise set, the red lace threads coiling around your curves, and creating pockets of flesh to be exposed under the crisscross patterns. Your breasts and ass peeking out of the black silk, teasing him. You looked like a present waiting to be unwrapped with the way the lace wrapped around you. To top it off, a little red bow was tied in your hair to match.

‘I hope you enjoy your gift.’ He hissed as he realized your words.

This woman.

You had no idea when he would come home but had still waited for him, to surprise him.

He slipped on to the bed carefully, tossing the towel to the floor, his hand gently around your waist as he did so.

You stirred in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open and lips parting in a sleepy smile, “Welcome home.” You purred, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

“Those keys are for emergencies.” He reminded you with a faux tone of irritation as the kiss broke, his fingers exploring the patterns the lace created on your flesh.

You moaned at the touch, “Does that mean I need to be punished?”

“Perhaps.” He replied, burying his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling.

You giggled at the affection then pressed into his shoulder, pushing him on his back. Shouta let out a surprised noise, not used to you taking lead. He didn’t complain though as you climbed onto him, straddling him. His hand eagerly taking hold of your hips. The only barrier between his hardening cock and your pussy being the silk thong beneath your enticing outfit.

“Perhaps, you can punish me another time. Right now, I get to take care of you.” Your hips rolled against him as you spoke, hands trailing across his chest.

“Oh really?” He grinned, smacking your ass, causing you to yelp.

“Mhm.” You exhaled, biting your lip as he kneaded the cheek he had smacked, “The birthday boy de-deserves to be sp-spoiled.” Your words stuttering as his hip arched into you, pressing against you as you gyrated.

“Seems my present is enjoying herself more than me right now.”

You whined, “Shouta, I’m trying.”

He chuckled, “You’re doing great, Kitten. Go ahead, spoil me.”

“Well, since you want to be in charge as always,” you huffed, though not actually upset, “What do you want me to do first?” As you spoke you pulled teasingly at the bottom hem of your gown, causing more skin and thigh to be free from under the black silk netting.

Taking a long inhale as he stared you down, he considered the request carefully, “Ride me.”

“Already?”

“Mhm. I’m hard as rock thanks to your performance just now… and you look amazing. Unless you need more foreplay?” He grinned, feeling how soaked the thin material of your thong was against his skin.

You laughed, “Okay, okay. Let me just-” You started reaching towards the box of condoms on the nightstand, but he held your hips in place; not giving you the freedom to bend in the direction, catching you off guard, “Shouta?”

“Raw.” He commanded, voice deepening with the word, a greedy smirk on his lips.

“O-oh.” You replied meekly, sucking on your bottom lip as you processed the order.

“No?”

“It’s fine. I’m safe.” The reply was barely a whisper.

“I know. I’m waiting.”

“You have to let me move to take off-”

“I didn’t say take them off, I said ride me.”

You swallowed, eyes shiny as you reacted to his control, “Kay…” He let you shift just enough to reach a hand between your legs and pull the damp silk to the side, your pussy lips pressing against his shaft, eager to envelop him.

Your eyes never left his as you arched to give him room to move and slide inside you. You let out a gasp of satisfaction as he filled you. He could see just how inpatient you had been for him to return home from patrol.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growled as he pushed into you, loving the sensation of your walls enfolding him with no barrier. It took all his control not to grab your hips and slam into you at that moment.

You started rolling your hips slowly, bracing yourself with his chest, muffled moans escaping you as you moved. His grip loosened, letting your pace quicken.

“So… deep.” You whimpered as he bottomed out, your back curving to accommodate him as you felt him kiss your cervix, careful not to hit it too forcefully as he pressed into you.

“Just like that.” He groaned between rumbling growls, his eyes rolling back as he succumbed to the pleasure of you squeezing him, your moans as you rode him music to his ears. He whined as he felt you tense up, already close to your first orgasm.

“Come here.” He demanded, reaching up and grabbing the back of your neck. He drew you downward, pressing your chest against his as he pulled you into a kiss. As you entered the lower position, your rocking slowed in response.

Not liking that, Shouta grabbed your waist tightly and started thrusting intensely into you, no longer able to control his lust. You pulled away from the kiss, letting out cries of surprise and moans at the sudden act.

“Shou, fuck, ah, Shou. You can’t just- fuuuuuck.” You cried incoherently.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want with my present.” He growled, thrusting harder as you seized around him as your orgasm peaked, your face burying into his shoulder as you came. His assault continuing until he felt himself getting close as well. He fought it back, annoyed that he was already there, but... how could he not be when you felt so good?

As he reached his edge, he withdrew hastily and pressed his cockhead against your stomach, his seed surging out forcefully against the smooth fabric that was woven across your skin.

The two of you panted as you recovered, you resting atop him while his arms held you in place.

“Happy birthday.” You huffed out with a giggle after you regained yourself, sitting up to meet his eyes.

He chuckled, “Happy indeed,” He gestured towards the edge of the bed. “There’s a towel on the floor.”

You retrieved it, wiping off the thick fluid from your stomach and his, “Enjoy going raw that much?” you teased, inferring to the quicker than usual finish for him.

“Very much so.”

“Me t- Ah!” You yelped as he rolled, taking the top position and pressing you into the bed.

“Don’t think I’m done with you. Give me a bit to recover and I’ll be good to go.”

“Oh, I know.” You pulled him into a quick kiss, “I know you all too well. Plus – you still need to unwrap your present.”

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