#the oldest is usually seen as the so they always have to be perfect

[dotster001]

Good End

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Choose Another Ending

Malleus was smiling. Grim had never seen him smile. It was eerie. Unholy. Frightening. But he had to persevere, for tuna.

"I look forward to our partnership," Grim stuttered, looking down at his paperwork, and shuffling it so he could hide his nervousness.

"Does tomorrow work for-"

"Tomorrow will be most excellent," Malleus interrupted, "in fact if you wanted to begin today-"

"Tomorrow it is then!" Grim shouted, before inhaling a deep breath. "I, uh, need  to practice my part of the script and I won't be ready today."

Malleus pouted.

"Are you certain? Because-"

"Yes, yes," Grim shouted over his shoulder as he sprinted off, leaving behind a confused but excited horned fae.

….

Grim was acting weird. Well, he was always acting weird, but it was weird even for him….

"Yawn! I said I'm so sleepy!"

"Yeah, I heard you the first three times, but I'm hung up on the fact that you keep verbally saying 'yawn'"

Grim huffed, and put his paws on his hips.

"Because I'm yawning, duh. Yawn!"

"Grim I've seen you yawn before-"

"YAWN!"

"SEVENS! Okay! You're tired, I get it! What do you want me to do about it?"

"Oh," he seemed thoughtful for a moment, "Well, all I was trying to say is I'm going to bed early, so you'll have to entertain yourself in whatever way you entertain yourself at night, for longer."

He stared at you pointedly.

"I-well, goodnight I guess," you said, staring straight back at him.

The two of you stared for another couple seconds, neither sure what to do.

"Yawn!" Grim said, before scampering up the stairs and slamming the door to your room behind him.

"That cat," you muttered to yourself. You weren't ready to go to bed yet, but without Grim, there wasn't that much to do.

You supposed you could….

But would he even be around at this hour?

Oh well, no harm in checking.

You stood up, stretched your limbs, and made your way to the front door, searching the surrounding area in the dimming light.

You didn't have to search long, as a shower of green fire flies materialized into the form of a familiar friend.

"Tsunotarou," you said with a grin.

"Child of man," he responded, an equally large grin gracing his features.

"You're early-" you both said, simultaneously, before giggling at the moment.

"Grim went to bed early so I thought I'd go on a walk…"

"I spotted a new ruin earlier today, and was so eager to show you that I arrived earlier than usual."

"Well, perfect, then," you said with a smile.

He held out his hand to you, and you interlaced your fingers before beginning your walk, swinging your joined hands back and forth all the way.

The two of you shared light hearted small talk as he lead you to the nearby forest. Eventually you came up on a clearing, full of glittering lanterns floating through the air, as light as bubbles.

"What's all this?" You asked, breathlessly.

"I lied to you, my child of man," Malleus said, gently directing your chin so that you faced him.

"Oh?"

"I did not, in fact, find new ruins. But I was truly excited to see you, because," he paused to gently caress your cheek,"because today is the day I decided to tell you I love you." 

"I….wow."

His brow furrowed. "Is that a good wow? As in you accept my feelings?"

"And what if it is?" You grinned.

He hummed thoughtfully for a moment, before matching your grin.

"If it is, then I shall have to kiss you so hard that your teeth rattle."

You grabbed his tie, and pulled him to your level.

"Then pucker up, pretty boy."

….

"And that, Fortuna, is how we came to the royal courts of the Valley of Thorns, and began our life of luxury."

"Wow, dad! You're so smart!" Fortuna, Grim's oldest daughter, said with delight.

"I know, and one day, you might also be as smart as the great Grim," Grim said with a grin.

Before either of them could continue the conversation, they were greeted with a curt knock on the door.

"Come in," Grim purred, lounging back on his lounge chair.

Sebek, now a decade or so older, entered carrying a tray, a single can of luxury tuna sitting in the middle.

"Your tuna, your excellence," Sebek said through gritted teeth. This was the most humiliating part of his day. Which is exactly why Grim requested Sebek to be the one who brought his dinners.

"Just set it over there," he gestured lazily to his mahogany desk.

Sebek groaned, but complied, before saying, "Also, your wife burnt another flower patch while-"

Grim tossed a bag of gold coins his way.

Sebek growled. "You are so lucky the king has sworn me to silence, or Y/N would-"

"Well you are sworn to secrecy, so there. Now tell my wife and the triplets that dinner is here."

With a grin, he turned back to Fortuna. 

"Dad, tell me another story of your greatness!"

"Of course! This is the story of how I single handedly saved NRC from seven overblots, while Y/N, my beloved henchhuman, hid behind me in fear. So there I was-"

The End

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus #twst malleus

[draco-after-dark]

Feral JD!!! I love this kinda stuff, and you already got some awesome art for it! I’ve been appreciating John Dory more and more lately, so it’s cool to find all the AUs

Got any specific scenarios you’ve been thinking about for him? Love to hear anything about it.

I also wonder about when he discovered he couldn’t read anymore, was he nonplussed? Disappointed? Didn’t realize it happened? How’d his brother figure it out and would they go about teaching him again?

I appreciate you! ✨💜👍 have a good day!

OOOOOOOOH I HAVE SO MANY ACUALLY

I'm having so much fun building his world out

I actually have a few scenarios in the works now and some mini comic ideas too, Just gotta finish them :]

The reading thing is actually an interesting point. To be honest it wasn't something I initial thought to hard about but now that you brought it up. Here are some thoughts I had on it.

(Also sorry this kinda long I got a bit carried away woops)

not being able to read does come as a shock to JD when he first realizes, It takes him a bit to come to terms with it and when he does realize its a "Shit, I really am a failure." kind of mentality.

Since he was just out in the wilderness reading and writing wasn't something he need to do, it was all about survival for him so something so simple as that never crossed his mind as a skill he could lose.

Not being able to sing/talk just sort of sprouted from when he turned grey and fully integrated himself to being alone, Truly alone. Just being by himself he never had a reason to speak, so eventual the years added up and he just couldn't figure out how to speak.

So I always figured Clay would be the first one to figure out that JD can't read. For some context JD has been away from any type of society for several years if not a whole decade at this point. just by himself out in the wilderness wander around from place to place. So loneness has set in hard and he hasn't had a conversation with someone since being on his own.

JD tends to approach his brothers when their on there own or hanging out with each other. He tends to avoid large crowds and sticks to the outskirts of pop village unless there is immediate danger within the village. They had a spider incident a week ago but JD dealt with that real quick. The village still has pretty mixed options on allowing him to stay but considering the brothers haven't even been able to get JD to come inside branch's bunker yet. It's not something the they have really considered or cared about yet.

Also for Clay figuring out JD cant read it would probably go something like this...

Being in a book club Clay can often be found reading books around pop village. So when its a beautiful sunny day. He decides that it's the perfect time to catchup on his latest book. That quickly becomes wishful thinking however when he feels the brush of fur against his arm. He's surprised to see John Dory crouched next to him head tilted leaning into his personal space. Just sort of staring at his book with a curious look on his face. He's not interacted this close to JD yet on his own, usually he only makes an appearance if Floyd or Branch are around. So being on his own with John so close makes him pretty nervous. Especially since previous interacts between the two of them haven't been the best. John may or may not have tried to attack him and Bruce at their first interaction. It was quite a shock to all the brothers when they discovered that not only Floyd but also John Dory had been kidnapped by the pop star wannabes. If Clay's being honest he didn't believe Floyd when he first told them that John Dory was still trapped some where in the dressing rooms. It didn't make any sense to him. Why would they keep leave John backstage for their big performance. Unless they had already sucked him dry of his talent. What they actually discovered Clay could have never seen coming. Their brother, their oldest brother was practically unrecognizable, In both behavior and colour. He still thinks about when they found him in that room huddled in the corner. The terrify snarl that came from him when they tried to get close. Heck. he didn't even know a troll could make such a noise. So what was he doing here with him now?

"Uh . . . hi?" Clay asked curiously his voice wavering slightly.

He could see John's ear tilt towards him so he must have heard him and was at least listening. Hopefully.

"what uh . . . what brings you here today?"

A low deep rumbled sounded out from John's throat has he lifted his hand nearest to the book and brought it closer to himself. Eyes flickering across the page. To Clay it looked as if he was trying to read the pages so without a word he tilted the book more towards JD and waited. Just watching him. As seconds turned into minutes he could feel the frustration growing inside his brother, from the way his brows knitted together, to the way he kept getting closer to the book. Like if he looked harder, tried harder it would all make sense. That was when it clicked.

He cant read. Clay thought.

He can barely talk, if grumbling even counts as talking. Can't read and chances are he cant write anymore ether.

With a scoff John shoves the book away from himself slides down from the rock to sit on the grassy earth below.

Clay felt odd. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. Pity? Hurt? No that wasn't quite right. Emptiness? A sense of loss? A mix of everything he guessed.

He never really considered how John must be feel. That it must be . . . frustrating. Not just being alone for so long that he unconsciously forgot things that always seemed so, basic. Normal to everyone. That writing and singing songs came so natural to all of them. That the once self-proclaimed leader of Brozone couldn't even read his own lyrics anymore. He could never imagine not being able to read again. Being left unable to communicate even the simplest of things, but here John was. Going through all that. Practically alone. Clay frowned well he stared down at his once proud brother and then a flicker of hope flashed through his eyes.

". . ."

"Do you want to read again?"

His ear perked up at that and his head quickly flipped back to Clay. An unreadable look in his eyes.

"I could teach you, to read, write, to talk again?"

He see the thoughts swirling through his eyes, the hope, that became to spark but that quickly disappeared as he sank back down towards the grass. I look of sadness crossing over his face as he began to fiddle with his claws.

"Do you not want to learn how to read again?" Clay aske bewilders

John huffed and stared at him with an unamused face

"well why then?"

John glanced to the side and gestured in way "carry on" sort of way.

"I don't understand."

John gave him a deadpan stare and flung his head to the side letting out a deep sigh.

Clay was thoroughly confused. what was he missing, what wasn't ne understanding. This was his brother, his older, former bossy, arrogant, obsessed older brother. So Clay wanted to try something. Something he had done in years.

"What, are you still to cocky to let your little brother teach you a thing or two?"

He huffed again, but this time it sounded more like a light chuckle followed by a quick eyeroll and after a few seconds John stared at him, one eyebrow raised like he was saying "are you serious right now?"

"So your telling me you'd rather sit on grass and feel sorry for yourself rather then spend time with your younger brother?"

Oh ya, That hit a nerve. If there was one thing John cared about it was his family, Family was apart of him and it always had been. His greatness strength and weakness. Something Clay figured out real quick when they were younger trollings. John must have felt as offended as he looked because next thing clay new he had already stood up and hoped right back up on the rock beside him.

"Same old Dory"

To which John responded by giving his brothers shoulder a shove and jerked his head towards the book down in Clay's hands.

"okay okay, will start with the basics . . ."

Don't know how in character this is for Clay but I tried guys. So yeah that's my thoughts so hopefully this makes sense.

Also if any Fanfic people out there stumble across this and start thinking they want to give try at writing some stuff for the Feral boi please do I would LOVE to read it. Like tag me please so I can read it and draw it.

Anyway imma go to bed byeeeeeee

#feral john dory au #trolls john dory #trolls band together #trolls #Feral JD au #mcdracoson asks

[simp-for-the-batfam]

It is a rare day when the Batfamily has a declared day and night off (usually instituted by Alfred when everyone is injured). They decided to spend the day watching a movie together. Only, Bruce is fed up with the Batkids spending too much time arguing over what movie they should watch and turns it to a random channel that happened to be playing Phineas and Ferb. He states that 'if you act like children, you watch childish things'. Little did Bruce know how much of a pain it would cause him.

First off, Damian has never seen the show, but now that he has, the OWCA agents, especially Agent P, are his favorites. He is already compiling a list of measurements as to give Alfred to make custom fedoras for Titus, Alfred the Cat, Batcow, and any other pet the Wayne's own. Alfred already has the sewing machine out. Damian even commissioned one for Hailey that Dick can't wait to put on her. And on a completely unrelated note, an animal smuggling ring that Damian busted last week happened to have an abused platypus that Damian has now decided would be better fit in the Wayne Manner than taken care of in some wildlife preserve.

Dick remembers trying to recreate do everything Phineas and Ferb's summer as a kid, and is now determined to do it again. While everyone is distracted by the show, he calling is order and favors, determined to make things and contacting anyone who could help. He already has the Teen Titans on his side. He even ordered roller coaster parts that should come tomorrow and who knows what else. While he might not be able to personally build everything, he knows people who could. But for some reason, the parts never arrive at the manor.

Jason is hardcore identifying with Candace. While he is not the oldest, he knows what it is like to have the perfect sibling that never gets caught for their wrongdoing (*cough*cough* Dick). He already had to go through Dick's crazy summer plans before when he was Robin, trying to stop Dick from getting himself killed, and he doesn't want to do it again. Throughout the show, he is trying to bust Dick whenever he leaves to make a suspicious phone call, but Dick always says he is ordering takeout. Jason is pulling his hair out wondering how come no one has questioned the amount of times Dick has left to order food and how none of it has arrived yet. When he gets a chance, he sings E.V.I.L. B.O.Y.Z. directed toward Dick, who sits up front looking completely innocent.

The minute Phineas and Ferb is mentioned, Stephanie quicky fled the room only to roll back in full Duckie Momo apparel. She has on a Duckie Momo onesie, Duckie Momo slippers, and Duckie Momo glasses. In fact, the whole floor has become a Duckie Momo nest, complet with blankets and pillows. She even had a matching onesie for Cass. She also came in knowing all of the songs word for word and had so much fun recreating the "Squirrels in my pants" dance.

When Cass isn't in the Duckie Momo nest with Steph, cuddling a Duckie Momo plushie, she is copying fight scenes from the show. It started off as Steph asking if she could do a move Agent P did, only for her to recreate the whole scene. Now everyone is wanting Cass to copy any of the animals fighting moves, but she declined until she also got a fedora. Damian quickly got her one and declared her an honorary OWCA Agent. Dick tried to join in, but failed. Jason about died laughing about how a platypus could beat Dick in a fight, only for Damian to yell, "Agent P is a worthy opponent, Todd!" with Cass nodding in agreement. Either way, Dick has mainly been pouting ever since.

Tim has been up for about a week before he got dragged into family time. Now, he is just staring numbly at the TV, saying 'mood' whenever Doofenshmirtz talks about his awful childhood backstories (like the one where his parents didn't show up for his birth), giving Bruce an aneurysm each time. Tim is already on the edge, and Bruce just hopes he doesn't gain any motivation to copy Doof's 'take over the Tri-state area' schemes. Bruce especially worries whenever Tim spots a machine and says 'I could build that'.

Unbeknownst to Bruce, Barbara already has the schematics for all of Doof's machines as well as Phineas and Ferb's. What started as a bored interest during summer as a child grew over time, especially with all resources she gained by being Batgirl and Oracle. The information on both are kept in separate secret heavily protected files to keep Tim away from Doof's and Dick away from Phineas and Ferb's. She even has a warning system in place if either of them get close to making one of the machines, either on accident or on purpose, and diverts them away from completing it. The system also includes orders to return any shipments made solely for the purpose of recreating a machine and deleting any records of the order in the first place (hence why Dick's shipment never came). But Babs is content with letting Bruce worry and continues to watch the show with a Duckie Momo blanket spread over her lap (courtesy of Steph).

Since Duke was still working day shift (he wasn't as injured as the others and wanted to flee before there was bloodshed over choosing the movie), he comes back home and happens to conveniently be listening to a playlist of Phineas and Ferb's greatest hits. Upon seeing everyone, Duke takes an earbud out and asks, "Whatcha doin'?" The only answer he got was Steph throwing another Duckie Momo onesie in his face.

An hour later, Jason and Steph are singing BUSTED on top of a table, Jason as a warning to Dick and Steph just for the heck of it. Meanwhile, Cass and Duke acts as Duckie Momo backup dancers with full choreography. Dick wanted to join in as well, but Jason forced him to sit down and watch, hoping the message will sink through, but Dick thinks it is because they don't like his dancing so now he is pouting again. Tim is waving his cellphone light as if this is the most meaningful part of the night, while Damian is about to wrestle the fedora onto Alfred the Cat, as the cat keeps batting it away. All the while, Babs is recording everything.

Bruce is reminded that this is why you should never watch daytime television and turns the channel, despite the cries of anguish. Only to be horrified when Alfred reminds him and the children that show is can be viewed on Disney + and can be streamed at anytime. He runs back to his room as the beginning notes to the intro fill the air and all his children sing along.

#batfam #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #jason todd #dick grayson #barbara gordon #damian wayne #tim drake #robin #batgirl #nightwing #spoiler #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #alfred pennyworth #phineas and ferb #bat family #batfam shenanigans #batsiblings #batfamily #cassandra and stephanie #dick and jason

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listen..LISTENNN. I am a sucker for AU’s and especially when they crossover. I feel as if cowboy!reiner and musician!eren would be so stinking cute as relatives and that they would be so hilarious together!

content warning: lots of humor and banter, reiner and eren being clowns, alcohol mention, mentions of divorce and infidelity, angst (if you squint just a smidge)

So country boy reiner and musician Eren are the literal definition of polar opposites. Yin and yang if anyone had ever seen it. Growing up in Northern Jersey with all but a silver spoon in his mouth, Eren was always reserved and only focused on music. He had maybe a handful of friends in his life, who all left by the time he made it to high school. Not that it mattered because he was fairly antisocial anyway. Honestly, that may have been the one thing the two had in common. But unlike Eren, Reiner’s was due more in part to social anxiety and not being an asshole. He actually grew up in southern Georgia; Marietta to be exact. Raised on a huge farm, Reiner was one of the oldest among almost seven children; a mix of cousins and siblings that spend their days raising cattle, competing in 4 H competitions and growing food. Now, the boys’ moms were actually twin sisters and despite the two of them being very different themselves; Carla, an uptown, partying bottle girl turned boy mom that strutted into PTA meetings with her Blahnik handbags and Dior shades. And her sister, Karina; a pie baking, horse riding southern princess that preferred the cattle ranch to the country club. Still, they made it their mission to ensure that their sons had a relationship with one another. So every summer, they would go back and forth, spending a few months with each other. Reiner came into the wealthy suburbs and spent his break at the mall, skating and playing basketball with his cousin. He would show him all the different instruments he had littered around his spacious bedroom. They would then switch off the next year and Eren would come kick it in the sticks with him and the others. Learning to hunt, fish and ride four wheelers. It was a nice time. So naturally, when they got older, they’d keep the relationship going. One day, Eren decides to invite his older cousin down to Miami to meet his wife and vice versa. The four end up going out to dinner and Reiner is really proud of all his cousin’s success; and vice versa. Now, one thing that they did bond over was their love of taking cracks at each other. They would clown one another until one got too mad and then they’d be ready to fight! (all love though) Reiner’s favorite nickname for him was Pavement Princess. Calling him soft and saying that he could not survive his way of life. Eren in turn calls him Country Bumpkin, asking him if he can even read and that he probably catches raccoons with his bare hands like Davy Crockett. (never fails to mock his accent either)

still, the two of them are in his studio one day and Eren’s working on a new song. Something a little different from his usual work and Reiner’s watching him with a beer in his hand and a toothpick dangling at the edge of his teeth. As Eren messes around with his mixing board and synthesizer. “This is witchcraft, Eren. How the hell do you even know what buttons to press to make it sound like that?” He merely shakes his head and laughs, because if only he knew how long it took to master this. “Trust me, dude. It didn’t happen overnight. This shit’s not easy.” Still befuddled by all of this equipment, Reiner just continued sipping his drink and watching the way his cousin flipped a switch here and turned a notch here to cultivate the perfect sound. He respected his craft, that was for sure. But Eren was no stranger to the hard work Reiner did as a farmer. Controlling heavy equipment, overseeing all types of animals and lugging on huge bags of feed and fertilizer all by himself. Hence why he brought him out here for a bit of a break. To enjoy the high life and all it had to offer. Especially after news of his cousin’s impending divorce. Three years with a woman who put him through hell was finally over. “Well I commend you, man. This is crazy.” But there was another reason for this visit as well..

see, besides being a talented farmer, Reiner had one hell of a voice. Often times, the two of them would have little jam sessions that consisted of them trying to outsing the other. Eren, loving the sounds of R&B and pop, opted to belt out renditions of Jon B, Tevin Campbell and Justin Timberlake..as opposed to Reiner, who was akin to Kenny Chesney, Blake Shelton, Tim McGraw and anything country. Despite their differences, their shared love of music was one of the few similarities they shared. Reiner was also the only person outside of Carla that supported his career choice. “When you become all big and famous, don’t forget about me and go all Hollywood, alright?”

It was a promise he made sure to maintain so when they both grew up, got married and lived their dreams, they’d reconvene like this every so often. And of course, he didn’t miss a chance to croon a song or two with his favorite cousin. Only this time, Eren wanted to record him.

“Hey, Rei. What you think about hopping on a track with me?” Questioning absentmindedly as he scrolled through his computer screen. And naturally, Reiner looked at him as if he were crazy! He didn’t mind giving a full performance under the sounds of pouring shower waters or the occasional karaoke performance of Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey but singing for the rest of the world to hear? Not a chance. His confidence was not on par for that. “I think you’ve lost yer’ goddamn marbles. I’m not messing up your song.” But he was sadly mistaken! He would only be adding to it and helping Eren flex his creative muscles. EJ had just ventured out to starting his own label so he wanted a variety of sounds for his brand.All he had at the moment was a lonely instrumental, in need of the perfect vocals to add to it.

“C’mon, dude. I think you’ll like it. It’ll help you feel better.” “What are you talking about? I’m just fine, Eren.” trying to convince his cousin that this split hadn’t affected him but it was hard to believe with a pile of Budweiser cans in the corner and a mean five o clock shadow forming on his jawline. Staring him up and down, Eren would hand him a pen and paper. “Here, we’re gonna write a song. And don’t tell me you can’t because you’ve done it before.” Earning him a look of utter shock. “You swore you’d never bring that up again, you bastard.” “And you swore you’d shower this morning but I guess we're both some goddamn liars. Get to writing.” He was the only person to know that Reiner had dreams of being a country singer when he was a mere kid but gave it up very quickly when he all but dedicated his life to farming and helping his family. Now, with this fresh start and lease on life, he could do all of the things he put on the back burner. Even if nothing came of it, it would be fun to relive those old times of singing with his cousin in his room. But he looked utterly and genuinely lost. As if he were afraid to put all of those complex feelings and emotions out there, but if there was one piece of advice the tenured artist had for him, it was this:

“Don’t overthink it, dude. Say what’s on your heart and go from there. You got this.” And from there, Reiner felt a bit of relief and began to pin down EXACTLY what he felt. About the wretched woman that broke his heart..from cheating to taking his money. A beach blonde nightmare with abandonment issues and a serious spending problem. Reiner tried as he might to love her wholeheartedly but she drained him emotionally, physically and financially so needless to say, once he began to pen down those thoughts, the lyrics were coming along nicely. And with Eren’s help, of course, they were sure to have their track done in no time. However, when E.J. picked up that notepad and spotted what was written…his eyes stretched wide as quarters. Not because it was horrible; it was the exact opposite!

“Dude…get in the booth right now. We gotta see how this shit sounds.” He was elated! Like a mad scientist completing the final touches on his experiment. He was ready to hear the results of their hard work. So as Reiner entered behind the glass partition and placed the headphones over his ears, he’d instruct him to step forward to the microphone and he’d let him know when he could begin to sing. It was when he’d turn on the music and let it play to the second eight count, did Reiner start crooning and something inside of E.J. just lit up like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. He knew his cousin was talented but this was something else..an entirely different level! His voice, the register and all the notes he was hitting perfectly, Eren was truly in awe! And with the hook he had added, he knew this little venture had been a success. It was out of his normal element and not his particular type of music but it was beautiful! Except….

“Something wrong? What’s tha’ matter with it?”

“The song’s perfect..but it can use a little something. Hold on.”

at that moment, Eren made a very hasty and reluctant decision by picking up his phone and scrolling to a contact he’d hoped he never had to use. Regardless, he’d press the number and hold the phone up on speaker. Folding his arms, he’d sway back and forth in his chair, awaiting an answer. Finally, he was greeted by that of a raspy and quite frankly, sleep ridden voice.

“Hello?”

“Jean, you ugly motherfucker! How ya’ doing today?”

suddenly, Reiner’s eyes went wide from behind the glass window on hearing his cousin’s phone call. Who could’ve possibly been on the other line that he was saying such vulgar things to with a smile on his face. He knew Eren was a total asshole sometimes but that was not how you greeted somebody! However, he’d soon come to learn that the poor mysterious person on the other end was no stranger at all and rather, one of the world’s most famous artists and someone who did his best to match wits with EJ. Little did he know, they stayed at one another’s throats.

“What the fuck do you want, you dumb bastard? I’m busy.”

“Doing what? Besides sitting on your ass.”

but his call wasn’t just to have an intermittent roast session, he had a favor to ask him. Which was ironic considering that he insulted the man every chance he got and the only thing Jean wanted to give him was a black eye. But there wasn’t a single person that he’d want on this track other than the Atelier Kiss star. He’d tell him that he had something he wanted him to hear before pressing play on the fresh recording of the new track. By the time it got to the end, the line had gone silent. But the response to it?

“…I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

and from there, Eren knew they would have a hit on their hands. So sometime later, when Jean made his way over and he got the two introduced, Reiner was in higher spirits than Eren had seen him in months. Not to mention, their bond strengthened over their shared joking on EJ. Snickering and cackling like two schoolgirls behind the booth. Picking in his ear, Eren would lean over and speak into the intercom. “While you two bastards are giggling, let’s get this song done. I got things to do.” “Shut the hell up. As you can see, I’m talking to my new friend. There’s no way he can be related to you.” Even so, the three would resume their intended business. Jean would instruct Eren to pick up his electric guitar and play along to the tune of the track as they sang. As much as he hated to admit, it was a genius move! And once things were finished…they had their result.

“I don’t know what to say, man. I love it.” Eren breathed a sigh of relief and gave his cousin their signature handshake. He was so floored by the recording that he even called (y/n) into the session. “Princess, you gotta listen to this.” And the two gentlemen began to recite the song all over again for you. Even making you and Eren both dance behind the recording equipment. It was such a good time and your husband looked so happy to have his big cousin around again. It were almost as if no time had passed between them!

#I love these dummies together :( #au crossover #cowboy reiner #musician eren #musician au #musician x influencer au #eren x black fem!reader #aot imagines #crack drabble #aot #aot au #reiner braun #eren jaeger #jean krischtein #aot x black reader #aot drabbles #aot fluff #crack post #aot headcanons #reiner headcanons #eren headcanons #anime imagines #anime headcanons #black reader #eren aot #reiner aot #cw alcohol #cw cussing #cw language

[cordeliasdarling]

Birthday (Larissa Weems x Reader)

Notes: This is a random piece about Larissa and reader both being students at nevermore. Reader is popular, Larissa not so. (I know I’m so sorry it’s a bit sad.) I saw a prompt ages ago that inspired this so creds to them idk who.

Let me know if you want a part two! And pls don’t let this flop haha :0

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To say I was popular.. well yes, you'd be right. I'd worked hard for it, looking perfect, getting high grades. Of course my natural personality was a winner amongst my peers at Nevermore academy. It made me feel good, more than just for my ego. I liked to know that people liked me for me. I wasn't fake, I said things as they were, and luckily it wasn't rejected.

"Hello, earth to (Y/N)!" I jolted out of my personal monologue by my best friend, Cleo. When we'd met for the first time, we clicked instantly. She knew me better than anyone else, and I loved it. And I knew her the same way.

"Sorry, just daydreaming." I chuckled quietly and glanced around at the surroundings. We were sat on the freshly cut green grass in the courtyard. It was a warm day with a refreshing breeze. Perfect for lounging around. Just beyond me and Cleo were the rest of my friend group, who were all talking, laughing. I enjoyed the company.

Then something caught my eye, actually someone.

She had silvery blonde hair, and was much taller than any girl in the school, and not just because we were the oldest in the school (we were all in our last year). The school uniform brought out her deep crystal eyes, in a way that made me smile automatically. Larissa Weems was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Cleo nudged me, a grin on her face.

"I don't know why you don't just ask her out. What's the worst that can happen?"

I rolled my eyes, a sigh escaping my lips. My eyes were still on Larissa, watching as she walked along the open corridor on the side of the grass. Her eyes were on the ground, probably watching where she was going because due to her height, she often bumped into the shorter students, forgetting her stride was bigger than others.

"She most likely will be straight. Then turn me down, laugh in my face, and leave me all alone forever." Groaning, I leaned back, laying down properly on the grass.

"You should invite her to your birthday party." Cleo suggested, taking a sip of her water bottle, which she'd slid in a few ice cubes to keep her cool in the summer heat.

"She doesn't go to parties." Well, that's just what I'd gathered from all the parties I'd been to, she'd never been there, much to my disappointment. Having drinks in our systems may have given me more courage to talk to her.

Before Cleo could reply, one of my friends approached us, causing my eyes to leave Larissa just as she disappeared through a door.

"Hi, Mary." A welcoming smile on my face, as usual. She smiled back, sitting closer, in front of Cleo.

"I was wondering if you could help me with the Math homework? It's totally okay if not." People often asked me for such favours, as it was no secret that I got top grades, and I was always happy to help.

"Yes, of course!"

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"Alright everyone, today we're moving to the greenhouse for the lesson." Mrs Faye called out to everyone before they could sit down. A faint groan was heard, because we all knew how hot it would be in there. But we didn't protest, mainly because we all loved Mrs Faye, and she always made our lessons fun.

There were desks already set up in front of tables with a plant pot on all of them. All of the students grouped together in twos, though I hung back, deciding which table I would go to with Cleo. But she nudged me, secretly gesturing to Larissa who hadn't partnered up yet. My eyes widened, knowing what she was suggesting.

"No!" I whispered, but Cleo had walked off with someone else, sending a wink my way. Internally I groaned, knowing I'd have to woman-up. So I approached Larissa, a faint smile on my lips, almost grinning as her eyes met with mine. I was lost for a moment, looking up at the girl I had the biggest crush on. And she had no idea, because I was secretly an awkward lesbian.

"Hey, wanna partner up?" I asked, cursing to myself because my tone didn't sound confident enough. She nodded, her expression softening. I felt a pang of sadness for her, because she was always the last one to be picked. It shouldn't be that way.

We walked to the last available bench and sat down, facing the front.

Mrs Faye talked us through the project, and soon we were left to our own devices, having to dissect a flower to see the roots and whatnot.  At the same time, we grabbed the scalpel to start. A blush appeared on my cheeks, whereas Larissa just smiled that beautiful smile.

"Sorry." Mumbling, letting her take it and begin the work. My eyes watched her movements, wondering what her larger hands would feel like linked with mine. I was short, well not short in the grand scheme of things, but just smaller than the average nineteen year old. Did that make me and Larissa Weems less compatible? I hoped not.

The lesson went by in a blur, mostly me letting Larissa do all the work, something that was unlike me, but I was just very busy. By busy, I meant building up the courage to ask Larissa to my birthday party. It couldn't be that hard, just a few simple words. But the feeling of rejection was something I never wanted to feel. I'd always had an easy time when it came to dating. All boys though, much to my distaste, but that was the consequence of not coming out.

"Larissa?" My tone was even, not holding confidence or nervousness. She tilted her head to the side, making eye contact with me. I nearly ran out of oxygen, looking into those deep ocean blue eyes.

"Yes?" Her voice was smooth, velvety even.

"Would you.. would you like to come to my birthday party tomorrow?" Urgh, I hated the way my pathetic voice sounded so hopeful. I hoped she didn't detect it.

She didn't say anything for a full minute, seemingly lost in thought. Eventually she shook her head slowly. "Sorry, I'm busy tomorrow."

My heart sunk, hanging my head in despair. So this is what rejection felt like, a crushing feeling in my gut.

"Oh, that's totally okay." I forced a smile, staring at the now dissected plant as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Damn this. Of course the prettiest girl in school wouldn't want to come to my party. Literally almost everyone in my year would be there, except for her.

Mrs Faye then called out to the class, dismissing us all as the hour was up. Time flew fast, it seemed.

Larissa left the class before me, grabbing her bag and exiting quickly. I tried not to stare, but I didn't really relax until she'd gone completely. Not in a negative way, but because I was so awkward and down.

"So how did it go?" Cleo grinned, her arm slung around my shoulders as we left the greenhouse. I didn't reply, just groaning in a way that I hoped verbalised the rejected feeling.

"Ah. Playing hard to get. Well, there are plenty more fish in the sea." She slapped my back in what seemed to be a comforting way, but it just added to the pain. Yes, I know I was just a nineteen year old student with a silly little crush, but Larissa seemed like so much more.

As we walked along the corridor, I spotted the very girl I was mooning over, talking to a small group of people. They all seemed to shake their head in response to something she said. Larissa seemed to smile, though it looked superficial, like something had upset her but she was trying to cover it up. They all dispersed, leaving me in a state of curiousness. I was tempted to go over to the people who were naturally my friends, to ask what that was all about, but we needed to get to our lesson.

And by the end of the day, it had slipped my mind.

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The next day rolled around, and I was walking out of the changing rooms, having just had track. I was alone, which was unusual, because I had decided to do a couple more laps, insisting my friends should go. They all wanted to get ready for my party anyway.

I slipped on my uniform, not bothering to tuck my shirt into my skirt. Bag on my shoulder, I moved towards the door, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard a muffled sound coming from the toilets. Frowning, I inspected further, walking into joining restroom. The sound happened again, and this time I figured out it was stifled crying. The sound tugged on my heartstrings, because the pain was clear in the tone.

"Hello?" I knocked on the cubicle door softly, and the crying abruptly stopped. The was a long silence before the door opened slowly. It revealed none other than Larissa Weems. My heart sunk further, who hurt my precious girl?

"Oh.. it's you." She mumbled, walking to the tissue dispenser, grabbing a few sheets to dab at her smudged mascara. "I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine." I followed her, about to place a hand on her arm, but stopped myself, in case she didn't like physical contact. She stared into the mirror, at herself, until her gaze shifted to my reflection.

"Don't you have friends to run off with?" She muttered, eyes now lowering to look at her hands.

"They're not important right now. Can you tell me what's wrong?" I tried my best to make my words as gentle as possible, and it seemed to work because fresh tears filled her eyes as she turned around to face me.

"We have the same birthday but everyone goes to your party, not mine." Her voice cracked, looking away in some type of shame.

It all clicked, the reason why she was 'busy', the reason those people were shaking their heads, as they weren't going to her celebration, they were going to mine. I didn't even know her birthday was on the same day as mine.

"Oh, Larissa.." I whispered, my arms opening to embrace her. She didn't move away, instead stiffening up. "I'm sorry." Though those two words didn't do much comfort.

"It's fine." She sounded cold, and suddenly pushed me away gently. Tears were in my eyes now, just like hers, except she had fiercely wiped them away.

"Have fun." She then left, her footsteps quick against the lino flooring, leaving me speechless. I wiped away one tear. I had caused her pain, and that I would never forgive myself for.

I had to make this right, I had to make her feel better, in whatever way possible.

So I furrowed my eyebrows to come up with some sort of plan.

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#larissa weems #princple weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #wednesday the show #lgbt #lesbian #gay longing #gwendolineuniverse #wlw

[star-girl69]

Ember in Your Hands

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: welcome to book two! i hope you all enjoy!!

also- the ages of the kids are a little different, but neteyam is still the oldest, then kiri, lo’ak, and finally tuk. this won’t have any impact on the story tho!!

warnings: swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter One- Sing Like an Angel

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The forest has always been your mother. The forest has always taken care of you, given you what you need. It holds dangers and it holds life, it holds your heart.

It’s hard not to feel small in the majesty of it all, it’s hard to remember what hides in the forest. You know it better then anyone, and still, you like to forget. Neytiri takes you far into the forest, helps you search for items to make beads with, to add to your songcords.

Yours is mostly empty- one for your birth, for meeting Neytiri, for leaving her, meeting her again, Grace’s death- and your death. And your rebirth.

As the bones of your old body fall away and turn to dust, as you go back to the forest- your new body springs with life.

You place a hand on your stomach, barely a bump, but it’s still comforting to do it anyways. Neytiri pulls her father’s- her bow- back and then adjusts. You smile, and she shifts her stance, so you can just barely see her stomach swollen with life.

She huffs, quietly, before she relaxes the arrow and the animal lets out a shriek. She turns to you with a soft smile, and you return it.

This is life- not your human body, not before. You had to die to live, and now you really do live. You really burn.

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“He likes you the best,” Jake says. He acts like he’s mad, like he feels betrayed that his oldest son prefers the comfort of your arms and your voice. But, you see the smile on his face.

“No,” you murmur, taking the small wriggly baby from him. He’s so tiny, is what you keep thinking. He’s so small and perfect and yours. How can you be responsible for shaping a life like this?

Neytiri’s voice fills your home, her songcord one you know by heart. She sings it almost every night, like she’s praying, especially after Neteyam’s birth. He was already presented to the clan, held up in the air like he was the brightest fire you have ever seen.

You can tell Neteyam wants to go to sleep, but he’s simply having trouble doing so. You chuckle, and Jake places a hand on the small of your back as you go to stand.

“Careful,” he cautions, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Pregnancy is not a death sentence, Jake.”

“I know,” he huffs, standing so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. “I’m just being helpful,” he grins, placing a hand on your face. He walks past you, to your hammock, leaving you with a drowsy baby who’s starting to get fussy.

“Not helpful,” you muse, beginning to pace slowly around your home.

He throws himself onto the hammock with more force than necessary, but you can only smile. Not even Neteyam is disturbed by your mate’s usual antics.

“Sing loud,” he says. “You sing like an angel, sweetheart.” And you sing your songcord for your baby, until Neytiri comes back inside and watches as you place Neteyam in his crib.

You place your hand on your stomach, much bigger now, and feel Neytiri do the same. You are full of life and fire.

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The decision to raise Grace’s baby was an easy one. You spent almost all of your days, especially after Neteyam was born, sitting next to her body, watching her stomach grow like yours- day by day.

She was a few months farther than you, and it’s hurts to think that you could have shared this together. But you can’t, and you never will.

Kiri is the most beautiful baby you have ever seen. She looks so much like Grace, even as a baby, it sometimes hurts but you don’t let it.

Grace once told you that it never hurt to have you there, not when you were a piece of her sister.

Now, Kiri is a piece of Grace. But more than that- she is her own person. She is a bubbly baby, her eyes always open wide. She wraps her hand around Jake’s pinky finger every chance she gets, and smiles so wide you’re sure there must be some crushed up stars on her skin.

You present her to the clan, and she has her first communion with Eywa. Her eyes light up. You place a hand over your stomach and try and hold back your tears.

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Neteyam stares at the baby in your arms very intently. You wonder what he would say if he could talk. Would he ask where the baby came from? Why your stomach is flatter now?

You touch your fingertips to his cheek.

“This is your little brother, Neteyam. His name is Lo’ak.” You place a hand on your stomach. “He came from my tummy.”

He looks up at you with wide eyes, before he face breaks out into a soft smile.

“He is too young,” Neytiri says, bringing Neteyam closer to her.

“But he has your mind even now, no?”

“Hopefully, he doesn’t not have mine,” Jake chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, letting you lean back into his chest.

Neytiri told you that birth was hard, but seeing Lo’ak made it all worth it. You would go through that pain a million more times if it meant you could have your family safe like this.

Kiri let’s out a small cry from her blanketed spot on the floor.

Neytiri pretends to roll her eyes, but she’s smiling too hard for it to be true. Jake only laughs, and you burn harder.

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“You must be careful!” Neytiri shouts, watching as Lo’ak places a hand on Tuk’s head. You laugh and pull her a little closer, so his wandering hands aren’t tempted.

Neytiri grabs his arm, kissing the back of his hand.

“Be very careful, my son, very careful. Tuk is very tiny and very soft.”

Kiri runs a delicate finger over Tuk’s leg.

“She is soft!” she exclaims, and you laugh, feeling almost lightheaded from another birth. Tuk was not planned- three children were enough. And then you were sick, and a visit to the Tsahìk proved that you were full of life yet again.

“Yes,” you giggle. “She’s very soft, very tiny. One day, she will be able to play with you guys.

Lo’ak’s eyes light up, and you smile, lean forward to kiss his forehead. He scrunches his nose, mumbles that he’s too old, before leaning his head against your arm.

Kiri shuffles anxiously in Jake’s lap, before grabbing a piece of his hair leaning up to whisper in her ear. He hisses, but listens anyway.

“You’re tired, babygirl?” she nods, and then you watch her eyes look fearfully up at you.

“What’s wrong, Kiri?” you ask, shuffling Tuk in your arms.

“You- you can’t sing,” she frets, eyes traveling down to Tuk. “You always sing.”

“Yeah,” Lo’ak mumbles, and Neteyam let’s out a yawn, pawing at your leg. “You have to sing.”

Your heart still belongs to the forest, but you swear the piece of it that’s still left to you, that was waiting for something, is now fulfilled.

“Of course I will sing,” you soothe, and Jake places his hand on the back of your neck.

So, you sing, and your heart is filled with your children and your fire burns for your mates.

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#jake sully x neytiri #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader #avatar way of water

[dreamlandforever]

Welcome? To Hellfire Club

Hello, everyone ! I have decided to write a fic following this post I made a few weeks ago and I have not been able to get out of my head. It will be made up of different parts, I think about 5. I hope you enjoy it!

Steve isn’t really sure how it happened. One moment Eddie was going on a rant about how the school had forbidden all students from forming or participating in any activities related to Dungeon and Dragons, and how Mike’s basement just wasn’t big enough for the entire Hellfire Club, and how just what once was a club for all of those you didn’t belong anywhere else would just have to stop existing, walking back and forth on the very limited space in front of the checkout counter of Family Video. Eddie was going for angry and self-righteous, but by now Steve has spent enough time with Eddie Munson, especially with a terrified and stupidly heroic Eddie Munson, to know that he was more hurt than angry.

Steve’s mouth seemed to be doing things his brain hadn’t really had the time to process, but before he knew it he was saying, “You can have Hellfire at my place, Eddie.”It doesn’t really matter, in the end, because he still means those words. Steve Harrington has learned a lot of things in the last four years, but the best of them had been that he could turn his big empty house into a home. It was mostly the Party so far, since he had exchanged his crown as King to become the Babysitter, but his doors were open to Hellfire Club as well. They had made sure that Eddie actually worked in recovering from his trip to the Upside Down instead of letting him make every effort to worsen everything, so, in Steve’s book they were part of the family too. Maybe not friends, but Steve thought there was some camaraderie between them, even if the only bridge between them was Eddie. 

For a second, Eddie seemed just as surprised as Steve at the invitation, but soon his confusion melted into a big grin. “Are you offering up your castle, my king?” Eddie asked, with an exaggerated bow. But the thing is, the way Eddie said King was never the way Steve had gotten used to hear it back in high school. It wasn’t said with admiration, or fear. It was said the same way he said Dusty, or Red, or Sweetheart. One more name in Eddie’s repertoire, because God knew that man had a thing for nicknames, and a weird aversion at God given names. So, despite himself, Steve smiled. 

“But, are you sure, Stevie?” Eddie asked, straightening again. If his voice hadn’t given his nervousness away, the way he was trying to chew on a strand of hair did. Without thinking, Steve pulled the strand behind Eddie’s ears, taking the ends of it out of his mouth. Steve had perfected the art of taking someone’s hair out of their mouth without touching their saliva. His hand didn’t linger, just a knee-jerk reaction he had picked up from spending so much with Robin and her multiple nervous habits, but the air still felt charged somehow in a way it never did with Robin. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” But Steve knew why. He wasn’t the King anymore, but he had seen the way oldest members of Hellfire Club looked at him. Steve couldn’t say he really knew them from his high school days, but they seemed to know him. Or at least of him. They always seemed wary of him, even if no one was outright rude or mean. Steve knew he had to gain their respect, and show them how he was now, the way he had with Jonathan Byers. And hosting Hellfire Club and getting to know them was as a good start as any.

Eddie didn’t state the obvious, instead giving Steve an out. “He usually play for hours, Harrington. Like hours. Are you sure you want us around for that long?” He teased, but his eyes remained in Steve’s. Steve wasn’t sure if he was looking for something specific in there, or just letting Steve know that an answer was expected, and it made him nervous. Was this a test? Was there a right answer?

“Oh, no, Munson, I wonder what will I ever do if my friends spend so much time with me.” Steve deadpanned, opting for a joke. It seemed to work, because as soon as Eddie let out a bark of a laugh the air seemed to clear, leaving them both back with the easiness they usually shared. 

“All right, then Hellfire Club in the Harrington Castle this week.” Eddie said excitedly, finally stopping his pacing just to lean on the counter, resting his chin on both his hands. Steve rolled his eyes at him good-naturedly, smiling at the other boy’s antics. 

“Only if you stop calling it that.” Steve answered, finally getting back to sorting the returned tapes around him, which he had stopped doing somewhere around the time that Eddie had started his monologue a few minutes ago. “Now, tell me when this meeting is taking place and get out of here. Robin’s break is up in about five minutes, and if you are still here we will both be in trouble.”

“Oh, am I distracting you, Big Boy?” Eddie teased, not moving an inch from his place. “We usually do Hellfire on Thursdays. You get off at 3 pm, right? Will it work at 5?”

Steve did a mental recap of his schedules, but Eddie had it memorized better than Steve himself, so he just nodded. “Yes, Thursday at 5 it is. Let me know who I have to pick up, I can do it on my way home.” 

Eddie nodded excitedly, banging his hand on the counter. Steve took that to mean that he agreed, but really he had no way of knowing. Eddie marched to his own rhythm. “See you Thursday, Steve-O. Robin.” He said, saluting, while walking backwards to the door. Steve watched him go, unsure if the man would trip over his own two feet. 

“What is Thursday?” Robin asked, making her way to Steve from the back room. 

“You are coming to my place after work. Eddie and the rest of Hellfire Club are playing their game at my place. I need to keep them from setting something on fire, and I need someone to keep me from going crazy.” Steve replied easily, handing Robin a pile of already sorted tapes so she could place them back on the shelf.

“You are what?” Robin asked incredulously, sitting on top of the counter instead of the chair they kept there specifically so they could sit. Steve decided that fight was not worth his time, he had lost it several times before.

“Hosting Hellfire, Bobby. They had nowhere else to go, and it is Will’s first time playing with the rest, and you know Dustin loves it.” He said, stopping his work to look at Robin. 

“You do know they are not actually your children, right, dingus?” She asked, offering him some of the Nerds she had been eating during break. Steve took a handful, but didn’t bother with a response. “Steve, I love you. But you know that Hellfire is not just your kids.”

Steve let out a sigh at that, leaning on the counter with his elbows and resting his forehead on his hands. He thought for a few minutes before answering. Thinking now seemed to take a bit longer than it did before, but there was only so much brain capacity he could keep after so many blows to the head. “I know, Robin. I do. But they are Eddie’s friends, okay? They are his family, just like you guys are mine. It’s my white flag. They don’t know me, but maybe they can get to, you know?”

Robin smiled at him. “Okay, dingus. Operation let’s get Eddie’s friends to like you so you can grow the balls to ask him out is on!” She exclaimed excitedly, hopping off the counter and going to re-stock the tapes that Steve had arranged for her.

“Robin!” He screamed alarmedly. “That is not what I said!”

“That is exactly what you said.” She countered, sticking her tongue out at him. 

“It’s not like that.” He said softly, and he knew he was an unflattering shade of red. Steve had recently come to terms with his bisexuality, and had only said it out loud one time; to Robin. He had known for a while, it was kind of impossible not to. But after talking to Robin it had felt less like a cross to bear and more like something else about himself he had learned in the last few years. Along with learning how to take care of feral children, how to better style his hair, how to be less of an asshole, and just how many concussions one can take before they are too many. 

Robin looked at him for a second, before making her way back and leaning heavily on him. Robin’s version of a hug. “Whatever way it is, Steve, is okay. I think Eddie likes you, too, though.” She said. Steve chuckled slightly, but pulled Robin into a hug. He had also learned that things can change in an instant, and he was done holding back. Robin found her place in his arms easily, and they stayed like that for a few seconds, grateful that it was Tuesday morning and literally no one came at that time, especially with how many people had simply moved out after the ‘earthquake’.

“So, will you come?” Steve asked, finally letting Robin go. 

Robin frowned at him. “Will you come?” She parroted back at him. “Of course I will! Will you come. What snacks are we having?” She asked, happily, grabbing the next pile of tapes. Steve smiled at her, while she listed all of her favorites, and not a single one of the kid’s favorites. Steve was finally starting to feel like himself, even if a few months ago he hadn’t known who that was. Steve Harrington, his own man. He felt free, with the people who see him for who he is and not what rumors said of him. Except maybe Mike. Steve never seemed to quite understand where he stood with that kid. He was rude and angry at everyone, seemed to specifically hate Steve, but he was always there anyway, and sometimes even thanked Steve for rides. It was mostly at Will’s insistence since he had come back to Hawkins, but Steve still counted it as a win. 

“All of those if you want, Bobby.” Steve agreed easily, once Robin was done listing everything she wanted. Robin smiled widely at him, and he couldn’t be more thankful to be where he is now.

@queerdeerling @swimmingbirdrunningrock I don't know if you are still interested!

#stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #robin buckley #the party #jwritessometimes

[avatar-anna]

A Nice Surprise

so...no one asked for this, but i'm in a domestic!harry mood

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“Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin,’ in the lane, snow is glistenin,’ a beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight…” Y/n hummed along to the song that had been playing on the radio just seconds ago in her car. She always found Christmas carols ironic, seeing as most of them were about white Christmases, winter wonderlands, and the joys of cold weather when it was barely cold enough to see your breath outside in Los Angeles. Winter wonderland or mornings out on the water to surf, she thought the songs were catchy and did a pretty good job of getting her into the Christmas spirit.

Unlocking the front door of her house, Y/n stepped inside and hung her keys up on the hook on the wall. After work, she’d gone out to buy gifts for her family. She had a list of everything she needed to get in her purse, and happily scratched off each one when she found it. Y/n didn’t usually like shopping for herself, but there was something satisfying about knowing exactly what a family member wanted and going out to find it. And now that she had a daughter, she couldn’t help but feel smug as she picked up the last doll in the store that all the other moms wanted to purchase for their daughters as well.

Speaking of daughters, she looked down at her belly. Y/n was barely showing, and she still feared that something would go horribly wrong. Even with all the modern advancements in medicine, pregnancy and giving birth could still be so traumatic. Not to mention that this time around she would be having twins. The news was certainly cause for celebration, but Y/n would always worry, would always think about possible outcomes until Harry distracted her.

Her doctor told her everything looked perfect at her last appointment, and Harry consistently told her not to worry, so she tried to be positive, which was easy when her two daughters were around. The thing that kept her mind at bay the most was cuddling Harry and Simone, her oldest, on the couch and watching a movie while baby Colette slept soundly against her chest, and maybe taking a walk along the beach, too. Though after being on her feet all day, Y/n felt like skipping the walk and settling for just watching the sunset from the deck chairs on their back patio. Sometimes Y/n wondered if she and Harry were even ready for one new baby let alone two, but those thoughts were fleeting, and it was easy to let them go when Harry was more than excited about her having twins.

As Y/n walked through the house, she realized Simone didn’t seem to be home. She, along with the two dogs, was always the first person to greet her when Y/n came home, but she only got the two dogs today. Curiously, she walked further into the house after sufficiently petting her dogs. At the faint sound of music and finding little candles leading upstairs, Y/n really began to wonder what the hell was going on. Following the candles all the way to the door of her bedroom that was slightly ajar, she tentatively walked inside.

“Harry! What the hell are you wearing?”

Nothing. He wasn’t wearing anything, the only thing keeping him looking decent being a small Christmas gift that left very little to the imagination. Y/n had turned around when she saw him, her cheeks flaming red. She had been ready for a relaxing night huddled up on the couch with her daughters and husband, and now it seemed Harry had very different plans for tonight.

She could practically hear his grin as he spoke. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked before. How do you think you wound up pregnant three times?”

Harry loved how flustered Y/n got when either of them tried to “spice things up.” After having Simone at such a young age, enrolling her in school, and their conflicting schedules, and with Colette currently not sleeping through the night, both of them found it a little harder to find time to be truly alone, so they took liberties where they could and seized opportunities when they had the chance.

There was a rustling on the bed that told Y/n Harry had got up from it, and then he was right behind her, his hands landing on her shoulders to turn her back around. Looking up into his face, she saw that he’d gotten a haircut sometime today, the sides a little shorter than they were this morning. It made his features look more pronounced, his jaw and cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. Opening her mouth to comment on his little surprise, his haircut, apologize for acting like an idiot, anything, Y/n immediately clamped her hand over her mouth and rushed to the bathroom instead, dropping down to her knees so she could empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet. A minute later, Harry was there, holding back her hair and rubbing soothing circles into her back until she was done.

When she felt strong enough, she flushed the toilet and let Harry help her to her feet. Facing him again, she saw that he’d slipped into his robe before coming to help her, which only made her feel bad for ruining his plans, whatever they were. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, walking over to the sink so she could brush her teeth and rid herself of the lingering horrible taste in her mouth.

“What for? You only threw up at the mere sight of me,” Harry joked.

Y/n glared at him for a moment, but once she was done brushing her teeth, she walked over to him and fell into his awaiting arms. “Whoever said morning sickness gets better with each pregnancy is a liar,” she mumbled. Then, looking up at him, she said, “I know you probably had…plans for us, but I’m really tired and I feel gross, and I probably killed the mood just now. Can we take a raincheck?”

Harry squeezed his wife and kissed the top of her head. “Of course, lovey. How about a bath instead?”

He knew that there was a slight possibility that his plans for tonight would fall through, but he had prepared for that. He bought some bath bubbles with a very subtle scent, knowing that anything too strong would make Y/n nauseous, he bought sparkling cider in lieu of wine, and he got her all her favorite sweets. Harry also knew that her mood swings might make her more than eager for his original plans for tonight, too, so he held out hope and focused on enjoying an evening alone with his wife.

Y/n nodded and let Harry get everything set up, more than happy to let him do this for her. It had hit her all of a sudden. She’d been mostly fine all day, working and walking around the large mall a couple minutes away from work to buy presents, but now she felt exhausted, four months of being pregnant hitting her out of nowhere.

Harry helped Y/n into the bathtub and got in behind her so that her back was resting comfortably against his chest. He felt her relax against him, almost purring when he began to undo the braid her hair had been in all day and comb his fingers through it. Grinning, he kissed her cheek and asked how her day was. Y/n told him, her voice quiet as she rested against him, letting his hands soothe her tired limbs. It wasn’t until she got to her return home that she remembered that Simone and Colette still nowhere to be found.

“Harry?”

“Yes, my love?” he replied, kissing all along her bare shoulder and neck.

“Where are our daughters?”

Harry paused for a moment when Y/n leaned her head back to look him in the eye. His grin was a little sheepish as he said, “Uncle Niall took them out for an evening of fun.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at him. “That sounds ominous.”

“They’ll be fine. I just told Niall to take them to a movie and ice cream or something so we could have a couple of hours to ourselves.”

“Oh…okay,” she said before turning to face forward again.

Harry thought her response was a little odd, but he didn’t question it until he heard her sniffle. “Lovey, are you crying?” He was familiar with Y/n’s behaviors during pregnancy, but the crying always amused him. His wife hardly ever cried, so to see her do it at the drop of a hat was definitely interesting.

She sniffled again and raised a hand to her face, presumably to wipe a tear away. “Yes, but it’s just the hormones. I really wanted to see them and then they weren’t here and then you were so loving and it’s all too much so now not only have I ruined your kind gesture by throwing up, but now I’m a crying mess of hormones too.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her as best he could. He pecked her cheek a couple times, one of his hands sinking into the bathwater to rest on her baby bump. “I love you so, so much. Even if you’re a crying mess of hormones, you’re my crying mess of hormones, okay?”

Y/n huffed a small laugh and swatted at Harry’s arm, but his grin only widened. When she finally calmed down, he said, “And if you want, we can call Niall and he can come back early. Just say the word.”

“Yeah?” Y/n asked, and when she looked back at him again, her eyelashes were all stuck together and her eyes were still glassy, but her voice wasn’t wobbling anymore.

Harry kissed her, his thumb brushing lovingly against her cheekbone as he held her face in his hands. “Yeah. Spending time with my girls is one of my favorite things, you know that.”

Y/n smiled, and Harry thought it was the most beautiful thing. “And what’s your favorite thing?”

“Well, you would’ve known if you hadn’t thrown up. I had some pretty great tricks up my sleeve for tonight.”

“Oh fuck off,” Y/n muttered at his teasing, but Harry only gasped at her.

“Babe, you can’t swear! They can hear you,” Harry gasped, and she knew he wasn’t teasing this time.

“Okay, first of all, we don’t know that they can hear—”

“I just know, okay? And I’ve read that even at this stage, babies can—”

“Harry shut up!”

“See, that’s exactly what I’m saying. You can’t—”

Y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist and brought it to her stomach. “Harry. Shut up and feel. They’re moving.”

Harry did shut up then, too entranced by what Y/n had said to focus on anything else. The bathroom went absolutely silent while they waited for the babies in her belly to move again, and when it did, Harry gasped, utterly in awe. “That’s—” he tried to say, but he couldn’t find the words.

“I know,” she replied, knowing exactly what he meant. Then, raising her free hand to her mouth to hide her smile, she asked, “Are you crying?”

He didn’t even try to hide it, just grinned and nodded, kissing her over and over again.

They stayed in the tub until the water went tepid. Once they were ready to get out, Harry stepped out of the tub first so he could get a towel for his wife. Y/n grinned at how delicate he was with her. Harry had always been careful with her since they found out she was pregnant, but this was different somehow. Like now that he had felt their babies moving around, her pregnancy felt all the more real.

Y/n normally was more than capable of getting out of the bathtub herself, but with the baby, she didn’t want to risk possibly slipping and falling, so she reached her hand out for Harry to take. She shouldn’t have been surprised when her husband wrapped her in a towel and lifted her out of the tub, carrying her over to their bed. She laughed as Harry set her down as gently as he could instead of playfully tossing her onto the mattress like he normally would have. Still wrapped in her towel and Harry in his robe, Y/n pulled him down to her and kissed him, threading her fingers through his still damp hair. While her hands stayed in the same place, his were everywhere—tracing the sides of her arms, the curve of her waist, even her stomach where he could feel the tiny bump that seemed to be growing every single day.

At one point, Harry shifted so that he was on his back, letting Y/n put her weight on him. Their kiss was interrupted when she heard something crinkle, though, and pulled the forgotten gift from where Harry had laid on top of it. “What is this?” she asked him, eyeing the box curiously.

Harry blushed a little and tried to take it out of her hands. “Nothing. Just—Nothing.”

“Oh come on. Tell me,” Y/n whined, doing her best to pout at him. Harry was a lot better at it than she was. “You can’t keep secrets from me when I’m carrying your child. Children. I’m carrying two of your children currently.”

Harry’s responding look was incredulous. “I can’t believe you just said that,” he said, but motioned for her to open the box anyway.

Leaning in to kiss Harry once, she took the gift and opened it, eager to see what had made his cheeks all pink. Y/n looked at him with raised eyebrows when she peeled away two sheets of tissue paper and saw what was in the box. With two fingers, she raised it up so that it was hanging from her hands between them.

“Wow, you really did have plans for us tonight,” was all she managed to say without laughing.

“It’s not like that,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes. “I just know you’ve been uncomfortable sleeping lately and I thought wearing something like that would help, but when I got online, there were so many options and cuts and colors, so I figured I’d make it a little festive.”

“And you love me in red.”

“Yeah. I do absolutely adore you in red.”

Y/n inspected the nightgown closely. It was fairly simple, which led her to believe that while Harry had claimed he wanted something that would be fun for the holidays, she could wear it beyond Christmas too. It was cool to the touch, the satiny red fabric soft under the pads of her fingers. The lace on the bodice looked hand stitched, and she noticed that the tag was conveniently missing. She didn’t like Harry spending so much money on her, but she’d learned a long time ago that he loved giving, that he got a kind of thrill from seeing someone open a gift he’d picked out.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, still running her fingers over the fabric. Y/n was aware of the fact that she was still in her towel from the bath, and suddenly wanted to be wrapped up in the nightgown. Harry had been right when he said she’d had trouble sleeping as of late; she was always too hot and too uncomfortable at night, and she knew that it would only get worse as the babies in her belly grew, but she loved that Harry did whatever he could to ease some of that discomfort.

“Mm,” was all Harry said, or didn’t say.

Y/n looked up at him, only to find that he had a far away look in his eyes. She knew that look, knew that he was most likely picturing her in his gift. “I’m assuming this was a bit of a self-indulgent gift, too.”

“What? No,” Harry said, but they both knew he was lying. When Y/n pressed him with a look, he sighed in mock defeat. “Okay, so it’s possible that I fantasized about you in that nightgown with you on top of me. It’d be bunched around your hips because of my hands,” he paused then and pursed his lips like he had more to say but wasn’t sure he should continue. Eventually he did. “And I may have noticed that you’ve filled out a little in the chest department, so it’s possible that I also imagined you practically spilling out of this thing.”

Y/n was quiet for a moment, taking in Harry’s “possible” fantasies. It was pretty tame as far as those kinds of things went, and honestly, after knowing him for so long, it was not nearly the oddest thing she had ever heard him say. However…

“Chest department?”

“Shut up, I was trying to be polite. You were complaining about them the other day, but I will never ever complain about them. Ever.”

Y/n was only teasing, though. She loved how attentive to every little change her body went through since they found out she was pregnant. And while she’d complained a little about her change in the “chest department,” that was one thing she liked about pregnancy. Aside from the babies themselves, obviously.

Without saying anything else, Y/n stood up and walked back into the bathroom, nightgown in hand. She ignored Harry’s protests and shut the door behind her and quickly got to work.

Y/n fixed up her hair, combing it a little and fluffing it at the roots, hoping it didn’t look limp around her shoulders. Next, she rubbed lotion into the skin of her arms and legs before spritzing a little perfume onto her collarbones. Once she was satisfied that her skin was soft and moisturized, she touched up her makeup that she’d had on all day, cleaning up smudged mascara under her eyes and adding a little more blush to her cheeks. She wanted to look good for Harry, to make up for putting a stop to his initial plans for tonight by throwing up almost as soon as she saw him. She didn’t know how long they had before Niall came back with Simone and Colette, but she figured they could make the most of it.

When she thought she was ready, she slipped the nightgown on and examined herself in the mirror.

Harry’s desires of seeing her spilling out over the top of the nightgown would have to wait another day. It seemed he had bought the nightgown a size or two larger than her usual size to accommodate the baby bump that would continue to grow in the next few weeks. But if she pulled the nightgown tight, she could see her bump through the satiny fabric, and the sight alone left a lump in her throat, tears of joy threatening to spill over her eyes.

Running a hand through her hair one last time, Y/n opened the bathroom door again. Harry was waiting on the bed in almost the exact same position that she’d found him in when she’d come home from the mall earlier. The sight made her sigh and shake her head, but she met him on the bed anyway, eager to make any wish he had come true.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::i also have a blurb about how niall's evening with the kiddos went, so lmk if that's of any interest to anyone!

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #dadrry

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Over tea

Tea can either bring people together to enjoy it or start senseless fights. How interesting

Wc: ~900

Your liking of tea has always been one of the few things known about you by the public. Other than your face or name, nothing much was known.

A perfect blank page for anyone to dream about any scenario they want.

" I just know it! One of the secretaries spoke as she stirred her coffee " great sage YN and mister al-haitham MUST be an item! Totally confirmed" She blushed lightly, imagining one of the steamy book cover that she managed to buy in Inazuma

The rest of the group looks at her attentively, this is one of their common lunch talks. Paperwork, unreasonable workers, talking shit about their boss and gossip about their favorite pair

" Oh?" The golden eyes of one of the boys open wide as does his mouth, letting out a bit of food " how are you so sure even?"

" Hear this'' she leans towards the table as if she was about to tell a top secret " al-haitham was on his desk, as usual right?" The rest of the group looked at her with total attention, breaths hitched "I had to deliver a letter but when I was about to enter I saw the great sage next to al-haitham so obviously I didn't enter. I didn't want to ruin my OTP's moment-"

" You just wanted to eavesdrop but sure "

" Shush! So I stood by listening and they were really like ' oh, haitham, you should take a break from work for a moment. We could go to my office and drink some tea' all while being very touchy feely and al-haitham kinda smiles knowingly before going so I had to leave the letter in the door -"

" Ehem!" One of the matra touches her shoulder, quickly dimming the environment " care to repeat that?"

Jumping from her chair she looks wide-eyed at the matra followed by two other matras " I swear I didn't mean to eavesdrop it was only an acc-"

The blond one steps ahead crossing his arms ready to fight " that is the problem! The problem is lying blatantly about possible affairs from the great sage! Everyone knows great sage and cyno are in love

" Obviously! And you said you stood by the door? Then how would you have known they were touchy feely and if he smiled or not! Only lies!"

The oldest steps in, trying to calm the other two down, seemingly he is their senior " you two only came because you wanted to warn them about lying about a public figure. Either way, young lass, do you know how severe lying about this is?"

Grasping the fabric around her chest she stands her ground, facing against the supposed 'boss' " I might have exaggerated with the touching part but the great sage WAS inside mister Al-haitham's office and they DID offer him to drink tea at their private office".

The blond one jumps in place, an offended look on his face " even then! How would you ever think they would fall in love with such a straight faced dull man!"

Sara gasps looking at him " straight faced! That is flavorful coming from you! You mean to say Cyno, the general mahatma is more expressive than mister al-haitham! I'm so sorry but that is plainly untrue!"

" I have only seen your so beloved 'misteir il-haithim" frown! I know you low level workers don't know how hard the sages' work is they need someone reliable and comforting like Cyno!"

The other matra chimes in rising reasons why Cyno is better than al-haitham, to each of them his coworker nods, while their superior looks somewhat embarrassed " Cyno has a whole personality outside of his job! He likes card games, he is protective of his friends, reliable, funny!"

Tte oldest gives a broken smile " O-Oh well maybe that one…"

" UP FOR DISCUSSION! But either way the great sage YN always laughs at his jokes!"

" Huh?!

"As cynos unofficial big brothers we have to help him get his happiness! He only relaxes when the great sage YN is around. I will not allow you bunch to sully it with senseless rumors"

" Yeah, plus Cyno spent three weeks next to the great sage! Obviously there should be something there"

The chubby and meek girl stands up " Well most of that time was spent believing the sage was a criminal! I wouldn't date anyone who thought that of me!"

The lanky matra gets closer, visibility mad by the vein in his neck " Cyno was only doing his job!"

" And?! I don't think my trust could easily be built if his first impression of me was that of a criminal!"

Looking down the window you look at the busy streets beaming with light and sound " I'm happy everything is as calm as usual" you say softly as you lean against your lover's chest, faintly smelling the white tea from his mug and his mouth. You wonder, would his lips taste like white tea?

He nods before resting his head on your own, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around you as if he was about to sleep with a teddy bear

No longer caring about making hypotheses, you give him a quick kiss, lingering around his face to notice any reaction. Looking carefully you see his lips turn the slightest upwards and his pale hair hiding the sprinkle in his eyes. Leaning down he gives a light kiss on your cheek

He tastes like tea, a lightly orange blossom taste lingering on the tip of your tongue. How much will the taste change if you add raspberries? Or maybe Jazmine? You will have to check then, surely your handsome lover wouldn't refuse any affection under the alibi of sharing a cup of tea

#genshin impact #gi #genshin sagau #self aware genshin impact #sagau #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #cyno x reader #📕 great sage #could be read as either of those two

[illegal-heartbreaker]

Platonic Larissa x Addams reader

Maybe she and Morticia have a strained relationship actually probably with both parents since she’s the oldest sibling. Moricia says something to reader making her upset like full sobbing that only Larissa seen so Weems goes full mama bear mode and then comforts her maybe reader slips in a few Mamas making Larissas heart swell with warmth and pride as r falls asleep on her chest.

Please and thank you, I love your work btw it’s utterly amazing

The Nevermore Mom {Larissa Weems}

Summary: request above

Relationship: Reader x Larissa (plat) & Reader x Addams family

Warnings: light mention of disowning & talks of grades

Extra: Got slightly carried away :) & tysm

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It was the first parent weekend for the Addams sisters since they arrived, and neither were looking forward to it. Wednesday because she would rather be looking for more clues and Y/N, just didn't like her parents. The two sisters stood side by side at the round about which parents were greeting their children but still no sight of their parents and younger brother, which should have been a relief but both couldn't help but be upset.

"You don't think they've forgotten about this weekend?" Wednesday asked you hopefully.

"I highly doubt so, but if they did you know Weems would make us still interact." You laughed wishing that they'd hurry up and get this over with.

"Miss Addams, where are your parents?" You turn around finding Principal Weems standing behind you and your sister with a look of concern covering her face.

"Late, like usual." Wednesday says, not copying your action.

The principal looks at your sister with a scowl, "I'll wait with the both of you then, it seems like everyone else parents have arrived." before it falls back into a comfortable silence.

"I believe that would be your parents," Weems looks at the car which had pulled up "I'll let you go, so you can talk." She says before leaving the two of you alone.

"Wednesday, Y/N, my darling children! How have you been?" Your mother asks once she steps out of the car.

"We've been wonderful mother," You attempt to smile for her, "Now please let's head in, we're already late."

"Please enjoy your stay!" Principal Weems had just finished giving her speech, though you didn't care to ask what she had asked. Watching as families moved and separated into the outcast groups, Larissa casually made her way over to your family, making sure not to alert your parents.

"My dear, you look as dark and beautiful as ever," Your mother complimented your younger sister looking her over, "Shame you couldn't wear more colours."

"Colour, it makes me want to claw my eyes out." She responded causing you to let out a laugh and bringing the attention to you.

"Y/N, You're getting perfect grades? We expect the best from you, especially since you are the oldest." Morticia asked, making your Principal's eyes snap over to the conversation.

"Yes mother, perfect grades in most of my subjects anyway." You reply knowing that she'd get angry but hopefully won't cause too much of a scene.

"What do you mean most of them?"

"I mean that I am sitting on a C for Outcast History and Botanics." You mutter in embarrassment, you were trying to study but you still seemed to fail.

"Y/N, dear. Please come with me, let's go on a walk." Not giving you a chance to protest before grabbing your arm and exiting into the entrance hall. Larissa had heard everything going on, only caring for your safety she followed behind from a safe distance.

"If you do not raise your grades by the end of the year, do not think about coming home ever again!" This made you come to a halt,

"Wednesday is doing much worse than me and you aren't telling this to her! You've always put so much pressure on me, and i've had to move school each time she was expelled." You yell, before running off to your room leaving your mother and Principal Weems whom was shocked. The moment you weren't in earshot of them, she came out from her corner,

"Morticia, I ask you to not talk to Y/N for the rest of the weekend unless she talks first." and with that Larissa makes her way after you, worried for your safety. Leaving your mother in a state of anger.

"Y/N? Dear, I heard everything. Please come out." Your Principal had called through the door and when she got no response, she let herself into your dorm, stopping when she saw your hunched figure by the window.

"Please just leave me alone."

"I don't think leaving you alone would be safe.." she sighed sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"You know, back when I was your age I came out to my parents as Bisexual and they disowned me on the spots," She pauses looking down at you. "It hurts doesn't it?"

"Sadly, I think it's more shock. Mom.. she usually just gets angry but this was the first time she's said that." You sniff, how you wish you could be Larissa's daughter instead of hers.

"Let me tell you something, your mother had terrible grades and only just got by." Your eyes widen at this new information, she had always bragged about her 'perfect' grades.

"Really? She always says she got perfect grades!" you laugh, wiping the tears from your eyes and leaning into her touch closing your eyes.

"Ha, well that's the biggest lie and I work at a school of teenagers." She looks down at you who was now laying down with your head in her lap, slowly dozing off to the feeling of her playing with your hair.

"I love you mom." you whisper not realising what you said but Larissa heard clearly and she couldn't but smile down at you.

"I love you to daughter."

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems #wednesday #gwendoline christie #daughter reader

[starry-bugs]

the thing the federation wants most is information, because knowing everything can help make the city perfect. but the most influential supernatural family in the entire city won't work with them, mostly because they don't really see a point in working with the guys who have a shady history of kidnapping and experimentation (they definitely don't do that now though, right?)

thats part of the reason why it's so easy for roier to pose as melissa instead of himself. back when he was a fledgling, the federation wasn't nearly as secretive about their shady business and several monsters had reported members of their families going missing only to turn up later with no memory of it.

more specifically, the younger, newer members. the ones who would have less control, who would be better sources of information on how they grow, such as newly turned vampires. vegetta and foolish made information on roier very scarce, the most anyone knew for years was that they had a fledgling. no name, no age, no gender, just that they had a fledgling and that's why only one of them would be seen in public at a time (usually foolish)

so when melissa started appearing, being introduced as their oldest daughter and clearly a vampire, everyone figured that was it. sure they see roier around but they figured he was some distant descendant, the same as bobby. it really wouldve worked out fine, if once again, cellbit didn't happen to start getting the reputation of melissa's favorite.

it started at Casualonas, when cellbit would show up surrounded by his friends and melissa would be giving him a lot of attention, and then it extended to rumors on the streets because people who messed with cellbit ended up threatened, scarred, or dead. those rumors of course reached the federation and monster high society, so it really wasn't a surprise when cellbit started being dragged around to fancy parties by melissa herself, almost always at her side and nobody would dare challenge that right?

apparently not, because people started seeing cellbit and roier being as disgustingly lovey as always and that got people talking. surely a family member wouldn't be taking melissa's husband right? but any questions to melissa herself were shot down immediately so what the hell is going on?

that's about the time roier realized okay, maybe he should figure out how to put a stop to this. but the federation has been getting more bold, trying to take his cellbit in broad fucking daylight, and he really can't have that. so what the hell is he supposed to do?

#qsmp #qsmp roier #qsmp melissa #qsmp cellbit #spiderbit #vamp!melissa au #qsmp au

[azaleaniath]

hiya bestie!! if you are up for it, can you write something abt fem!human!reader who is friends with the sully kids but neytiri doesnt like her. then one day, neteyam asks abt her family since shes seen theirs and she brings her tablet from the lab and shows the sully family videos of her mother and siblings from earth and the reader gets emotional since she hasnt seen them and probs wont see them for a while. then neytiri, altho still weary of the reader, understands her pain as a child w/o family with her and comforts the reader

Here u go! I know it took a long fucking time but hey, better late than never!

~ Platonic!Sully!family x human!reader ~

Acceptance

warnings: depression, loneliness, bit of angst, intolerance, angst, crying, brief mentions of death

SFW | 1.4k

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Growing up on Pandora was wonderful. After all, what was not to like? The colorful flora, bioluminescent animals and plants all over the planet, delicious fruits growing on gigantic trees with complex bark patterns. As deadly as they were, the beasts on here were simply stunning and breathtakingly beautiful. The indigenous, the Na'vi, were usually quite peaceful, at least the omaticaya tribe. They only took what they really needed from their natural habitat, making sure to not let any fiber go to waste. Treating everyone equally, they did not care about money, wealth, expensive cars or corruptive banks and companies. Everybody had their duties in the clan, but they did not judge off of meaningless papers, bachelor titles or anything that would qualify a human for a job. Truthful, caring, a big blue family. That was what the omaticaya were. There was no greed for power, no yearning for a sudden status, no society classes. This place was simply perfect. You had this astonishing, mostly untouched environment all around you, had made some friends too and spent almost every day with them. There was nothing more to ask for. Nothing, really.

Nothing but a family.

You hadn't seen your mother in years. Nor your father, your siblings. There wasn't one sign of life. Sometimes it still tugged on your heartstrings. Especially when you saw the Sullys sitting together for dinner. Spider had always told you not to stare too long. He knew the pain since he was in a similar situation. It was always devastating to leave the Sullys in the evening, see them living together as a happy family when you and Spider had to return to the lab, your so called home, gulping down the loveless and plain, industrial made microwaved instant food before heading to your cold metal bunk bed, all alone.

Once again you walked deep into the forest, bringing Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk back to their home. Their parents had also just returned from a successful hunt, together with their oldest son. He was carrying the shot animal over his shoulders, greeting you with a smile. He was always relieved to see his siblings returning home in one piece.

Jake also greeted you shortly. "Hey kids, had fun?" he asked in english just before entering the marui they lived in and putting his bow down.

"It was good, yeah!" You answered quickly and watched how they all settled down and started to prepare their dinner.

Neytiri silently glanced at you and Spider, her eyes narrowed at the sight. Sky people were something she could probably never come to terms with. It always felt like a stab through the chest to see her almost disgusted and bitter visage. As if you and Spider personally were the enemy. With a frown you averted your eyes, feeling a hand on yout back soon after. It was Kiri, she tried to lift your mood with soft whispers. "You know she doesn't hate you. Don't take it to your heart, it's not you..."

"It still feels... shitty to say the least. You have your perfect little family and I-"

"Hey! No demon language in my home! You shouldn't be here in the first place!" Neytiri snapped at your words, making you stumble backwards with wide eyes.

Jake decided to chime in too and keep his wife back before anything could escalate. "Hey, she hasn't done anything. I started it, okay?"

The last thing you wanted was for them to fight over whether you belonged here or not so you took another step back.

"No, Neytiri is right. This is your family, not mine. You can be lucky to have each other around you every day, but I'm not a part of that. It's okay, I'll go. I'm sorry for coming here..."

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A few days passed by ever since this had happened. You were avoiding the clan ever since, not wanting the Sully kids to get into trouble because of the time you usually spent with them. It lead you to simply stray through the forest by yourself until suddenly someone ripped you back by your shoulders. Before you could even scream you faced a bright smiling Neteyam, staring at you through the glass of your mask. This boy was seriously so silent you hadn't even noticed him until then.

"You're way too careless to wander through the forest by yourself, let me get you back." Once the shock was over, your pulse started to calm down again and he started to lead the way to the lab. Neteyam used the time to ask you a few questions about your family. Where they lived, how they lived, why they weren't here with you and so on. Since it was already getting late you decided to leave the explanations to another time. His sudden interest definitely hit you like a truck. These questions were simply unexpected but after what had happened a few days before he found himself rethinking your words. How was life without a family? Both of you agreed to meet the next day to give him answers to all of his questions. You had to sleep a night and gather your thoughts before you could answer all his countless questions.

~~~

Neytiri hated this idea. You here in her home, with her children, with some kind of sky people technology. As much as you could you tried to ignore her aggressive staring as you hugged your tablet with both arms, surrounded by the sully kids.

"So, your family is on earth right?" Neteyam started carefully, seeing how stressed you were. He did feel somehow guilty for getting you into this situation but it was only fair if they learned about you too.

You nodded at his question and looked up into the sky. Not that you could see the sky through the rainforest, but you still did it somewhat unintentionally. "Yeah, they are."

Kiri looked at Neteyam, Lo'ak and then at you before speaking "Can you see them? Over these video thingies?"

Oh that would be a dream. But it wasn't possible at all.

"No, sadly not."

"But hey, you still have us, don't you?" Lo'ak tried to lift the mood but Neytiris piercing look after his words made you feel anything from being one of them. You furrowed your brows, looking down onto your tablet.

"No..." you whispered barely audibly, voice becoming all shaky before words just started to spill from your lips.

"It's not the same. You have your own family. Mine lives far away, and as a matter of fact I don't even know if they are still alive. My planet is falling apart. I don't know if I'll ever see them again. I don't even know how many years have passed since I've seen my family and I'm also not sure if they would even recognize me or see me as their daughter anymore. Maybe they have forgotten me and i will probably never know. All i have- all the memories, they only feel like a distant dream. You come home to a meal made with love by your mother and sit together, sing songs, get hugged and whatever while I am alone in my bedroom wondering what my mom's voice sounds like cause I can't fucking remember!"

During your rant, all eyes had landed on you. Everybody looked shocked at your sudden outburst, even Neytiri. They all watched how your eyes filled with tears and soon after spilled over. The kids were too stunned to get a single word out while Neytiri slowly stepped closer, kneeling down next to you.

She placed a soft hand on your back and ran her delicate fingers along your spine while her eyes softened more and more.

"Do you...have any memories on there?" It surprised you when she switched to english, so you turned your head to her. Neytiri gestured towards the tablet and you hesitantly unlocked the device. Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri and also Tuk came closer to you, watching as you opened a file of pictures. After revealing the first image, you held the tablet a few more inches away so everyone could have a look.

"So..." you started quietly, feeling your heart squeeze at the mere look. Neytiri kept stroking over your back as the corners of your lips turned up into a sad smile.

"This is my sanok."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[roosterbruiser]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

—𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. 𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐅𝐔𝐋. —𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟏.𝟒𝐊 —𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓, 𝐖𝐕 & 𝐒𝐓. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍

It’s still strange that she’s here. And even more strange that she will be here, in your arms, forever. 

You’re gazing down at her, just a tiny thing between your legs, still plush and swollen from the arduous task of being birthed. There’s tufts of silky tawny locks adorning her head, which shine beneath the fluorescents above you. She’s sleeping, his tiny wet lips puckered, and her eyelids gleam with the antibiotic ointment they smeared across her skin. 

You didn’t think she would be like this--perfect. Utterly and completely perfect. Not even in the way all babies are perfect--ten fingers, ten toes, chubby cheeks, sweet nose, distended belly--but in a way that you never even considered until she came into your arms. You recognized her instantaneously--like you’ve known her forever. 

When you saw her face for the first time, her eyes wide open and her lips wobbling and her fingers flexed, you were stunned. It was strange how suddenly familiar she was. She was like the first flower to bloom in the springtime--a tiny and delicate thing, fragrance perfuming the air surrounding her, a sure sign that sunnier days are coming. 

The entire time you were swelling with her, growing more and more frightened with each day that passed, you didn’t even consider keeping her. Even found a nice couple up in Wyoming to take her for you. But then she cried for the first time and you, in all your exhaustion and delirium and emotion, swore that you could hear bluebirds singing in the sound of her screams. 

And now the little creature is squirming in her sleep, just tiny involuntary movements, a whine dying on her lips. This tiny thing, this little itty bitty girl, is what got you into all this trouble. 

How could something so utterly faultless bring you such anguish?

“You know what’s gonna happen if you keep her,” your mama said to you, her usual softness dead and gone. Her face, usually adorning a lazy smile and too much blush and blanched brows, was harder than you’d ever seen it. “Don’t make us do it, Indigo. Don’t make us do it. You gotta--you have to--it’s…it’s only right to let her go.” 

“I can’t, mama,” you’d said softly to her, weeping. You were holding your daughter against your chest, still reeling and sore and tearful, as you gazed up at your mama beside you. “I can’t--I can’t just let her go. She’s my baby.”

“You can and you should,” your mama said. And then her brows hooked and she frowned. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, staring down at her flip-flops against the distinctly hospital tiles. “Not even--not only just because of that couple you’re surely letting down in Wyoming, but because…Jesus, baby. You know the rules. And I’m not gonna--we’re not--your daddy and I aren’t gonna allow you to bring that baby into our home.” 

“She’s not dangerous,” you argued. “Please, mama, I--!” 

“No,” she interrupted. “There’s an…example to set for your little sisters. And I’m not gonna just--just give that up because you got yourself in trouble. And she is dangerous, baby! You can’t just go around and do whatever you want and then expect us to live with the consequences.” 

“Please,” you wept. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” 

“I’m sure you didn’t,” your mama sighed. She looked at you--really looked at you. Her oldest daughter, always so calm and cool and honest and sweet, sitting in a hospital bed with the baby you hid from her and your father with tears streaming down your face as you cling to that baby. “Baby, you can beg all you want. But that doesn't change the way things are. If you keep this baby, if you wanna be a mama…you can’t do it at home. You gotta do this on your own.” 

And then you looked down at your baby, the one sleeping against the pillow of your breast, and knew deep in your soul that she was made to be in your arms. 

“Okay,” you answered. “I’m on my own.”

Grief is sitting heavy in your gut. It’s a rocky stream, coming in spurts that knock you off your feet and carry you down with the currant. Each time you think about home--the sprawling country estate where you were born and bred, the white one with green shutters and four fireplaces, will soon be your old house. The wisteria that hangs above the porch will soon only be in your dreams, bookmarked between the stained glass door and the wide front porch. The rocking chairs out back, the ones that you used to sit in with your daddy to watch the Canadian geese land on the Kanawha River, will never seat you again. 

And with every quivering breath, every wave of grief, you tremble when you remember: you’re on your own. 

You’re still crying now, like it’s your natural state, and you don’t really see an end in sight. You’ve never been able to see very far ahead of you when grief overwhelms you this way: when your lashes are heavy with it, when your palms sweat with it, when your throat is thick with it. 

“It’s just me and you,” you whisper to your daughter, carefully grazing her lips with the pad of your index finger gently. “I’ve got you, right? I’ll take good, good care of you. We’re gonna have so much fun.” 

She knows your voice--she must from all those months you spoke to her, about her, for her. Already she must know what it feels like when the skin of your throat vibrates as you hum Bluebird Wine. Already she must know what your laugh sounds like, the one that shakes your belly and makes you cover your mouth, the one that always made her jerk awake. And like she is listening to every word you speak, her body responds: her little legs draw up to her chest and she fidgets, thighs rubbing together. 

She’s making those little whines in the back of her throat, the ones she probably saved just for you. And it’s like she knew you’d change your mind--like she knew you’d see her and love her and keep her. 

“Little cricket, aren’t you?” You laugh quietly, pressing your palms to her blanketed legs, squeezing softly. “Chripin’ away. Dreamin’. M’gonna be good for you.”  

And in that hospital room, just the two of you and no one else in the world, you slowly pick her up. Her weight feels different in your arms than it did in your belly--it’s warmer, heavier, more fragile. Her body still feels like tissue paper wrapped around glass, like you can’t move too suddenly or she will shatter. But you pull her against your chest anyway, letting her rest there, letting the sound of your heart keep her slumbering. 

“Promise it,” you mumble, kissing the crown of his head softly. “Forever and ever, Emmylou Iris.”

You don’t consider yourself good--not really. But that was before her, before Lou. You can be good for her. You will be good for her. You’ll be so good she’ll weep with it. You promise. Forever and ever. 

Somewhere else in Montana, Rhett Abbott is standing in his first bedroom outside his family home. He’s breathing in all the settled dust, squinting under the buzzing light above him, his socked feet pressing against the warped floorboards.  

 It’s small--comically small. They had horse stalls bigger than this room back on the ranch. The ceiling is low, almost low enough for him to have to duck when he straightens his spine. The walls need a coat of paint--or two or three. There’s some flies buzzing in the windowsill and a few more little black corpses below them. Below him, he can hear the chattering of the cafe: clattering cutlery, outdated country music on the jukebox, timers beeping, people laughing, babies crying. 

But this room is his. It is his and only his. Cecelia can’t come in and pile all his laundry at the end of his bed. Royal can’t open his door at the crack of dawn and tell him to get moving. Perry can’t wander in when he’s lonely, when he’s thinking about Rebecca, and bother Rhett with his tears. No one has the key to this room except Rhett--and he is going to keep it that way. 

And when he lies back on the rickety twin mattress, the springs crying from beneath him, he doesn’t even mind that his feet hang off. He doesn’t mind that he’s still in his jeans, that he’s still got his dusty t-shirt on. He doesn’t care that he’s dirty, sweating into the covers. He just cares that he is alone, in his bed, and it is going to stay this way. 

This is the beginning, he thinks. I don’t know what everything else was, but I know what this is.

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: OKAY BUT YOUR MOM SUCKS

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.72 The ambassador

On our way to the Arboretum, I highlighted a few noteworthy features of the neighborhood, including a shameless plug for my yoga classes at the Celebration Center. Clear skies and warm sun made it the perfect day for this tour. Though, there was never a wrong time to visit San Sequoia. Every day was perfect.

"This is Gilbert Gardens," I said, vaguely gesturing around us. "It's my favorite place in San Sequoia because it has so much to do for all ages."

"I can't get over this weather. Is it always this nice?"

"Amazing, right? That's one of the best parts about San Sequoia."

The warm rays beamed down on us while a cool breeze whisked back and forth, ensuring we remained comfortable. Dub glanced around, shaking his head in disbelief at the gorgeous weather.

"Henford is usually covered in snow right about now," he said with a hint of snark.

I chuckled at a memory that popped into my head.

"I've seen snow exactly twice in my life. It doesn't snow much in Willow Creek. That's where I've spent the most time."

"I think snow is overrated," Dub huffed, waving dismissively again.

"You might be right. I mean, it's super cold...you can't see if it's too thick...and you have to clean it up!"

He slapped my arm.

"See? I knew we were in sync."

"Playing in it looks fun, though."

"That's overrated too! I don't like my hands being cold. There's no fun in that!"

He was hilarious and I know he wasn't trying to be, but the fake outrage amused me.

"I might have to agree with you there," I said.

We got halfway around the lake before I realized I hadn't shown him much. I made a terrible tour guide, but I think we both enjoyed the company more; I know I did.

"I teach at that spa over there sometimes," I said.

"What do you teach?"

"Yoga. I also lead guided meditations."

"So, yoga videos and classes? You must really love it."

"I do."

His eyes squinted a bit, like he was processing my words or something. I hadn't said anything too deep. Was he one of those yogi haters?

"A good friend of mine just told me she's into it too," he said. "She says it's for therapeutic reasons."

"Good for her. I think everyone should be into yoga."

"Why do you say that?"

"It's great therapy. I think everyone should learn healthier ways to deal with stress. Sims turn to so many self-destructive ways of dealing with their problems, only to make it worse. Having a healthy body leads to a healthy mind."

"I'm sure Maia would agree. She made me promise to try it with her."

"I hope you do."

I hadn't heard of many men who had platonic relationships with women. Even I had some sort of physical attraction and a bit of lust for my female friends. What was his relationship with this friend?

"So...Maia, huh?"

"Yeah, she's my friend I mentioned."

"I see... Well, I'm glad you'll try it. I think you'll find it helps a lot.

He didn't catch it that time, but I wouldn't let him miss it the next time, and there would be a next time. I was sure of it.

"Over there, you have the splash park. Mostly kids hang out there. We can swim in this lake."

"It's huge!"

"Tell me about it. My dad and I jogged around it once. I think I nearly killed him. There's all kinds of trails around here, but this is my favorite."

As we approached the trailhead, Dub looked around in awe, exactly like I did the first time I visited. The garden was what made it exceptionally beautiful. The way they expertly arranged the flowers and creatively teased the topiaries, it truly was a work of art.

"Woooow. I never would have seen all this back here."

"They call it the Arboretum. You ready to go?"

"Always."

We stretched, and I recommended we take it easy and pace ourselves, but Mr. Funny Man had other ideas. Good thing I was also athletic. I accepted the challenge, but of course, I had to flex on him a few times.

I asked about his family. The fact that he was the oldest of three boys amazed me. With no brotherly figure or close friends in my life, I found it difficult to imagine the dynamics of such a relationship. Would I enjoy little brothers? Would they annoy me? Maybe both because little sisters could be fun and annoying. Dub and his brothers grew up on a farm, and he hated it. Memories of the sights and smells of cleaning out chicken coops and milking cows disgusted him all over again. I would never laugh at anyone's pain, but he was so easily grossed out. I almost wanted to try it to see if it was really that bad.

Naturally, he returned the same questions, and I told him about our family dynamics and how my sister and I bounced between Willow Creek and Evergreen Harbor our entire childhood. I kept it casual and didn't say anything emotional, but he remained silent. Maybe he was contemplating my situation just like I was considering farm life with a bunch of brothers.

We took a few breaks, and he guzzled his water as if he were on fire. I shook my head, secretly laughing at him for dashing off like it was a race. Eventually we arrived back at our starting point, winded but feeling like a million simoleons.

"That was a good run," he said. "Maybe the longest I've done so far."

"Yeah, before I ran around the lake it was my longest too."

"And it was very scenic, like you said."

"You should see it in the summer! It's amazing."

I could tell by how golden the sky was, and the emptiness in my stomach, dinnertime was near. I had another idea I hoped he'd be keen on.

"I'm usually having dinner about now. If you have more time, you wanna go to the best restaurant in San Sequoia?"

"Yeah! Uhh, actually, let me check with Maia first."

See? I knew he'd bring her up again. This dude was in love and didn't even know it, and it was so fun to watch. Even the way he said her name had hearts all over it.

"Of course. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble or anything," I said in a cheeky way.

"Whatever, man!"

He may have sounded offended, but I did not forget that grin. One way or another, I'd get their story out of him. Ugh...I was unquestionably my mother's child.

Wade Banks by @mysimsloveaffair

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #wade banks #banks crossover

[petarabbit2]

Realistic Trey Clover + Headcanons

Trey Clover + Realistic artwork done with Art Breeder and edited in Clip Art Studio:

This happens a lot with my headcanons but after analysing Trey he went from one of my least favourites to one of my favourites in no time – hope you like him as much as I do!

Sidenote: When headcanoning Trey and all my other characters I take both factual and some of my personal thoughts/beliefs of the character to construct my headcanons.

For my rendition of Trey Clover, I kept him relatively close to his in-game design and didn't give him any visible flaws (ance, moles, etc.) since Trey’s diet seems pretty balanced, he knows eating too many sweets can give you cavities. It would also help with his skin’s condition, it wouldn't be smooth or perfect but wouldn't have many visible red breakouts, but isn't immune to a few pimples here and there.

You may also notice I gave him stubble on his chin because Trey in game looks very mature, plus it is extremely common for his age period to start developing body hair (face, body, etc.) and Trey probably got this.

For his realistic rendition, I went with a rectangular face shape that is fairly chiselled (Trey is on that mewing streak 🤫🧏‍♀️), almond eyes with THICK eyebrows and the cherry on top being his very broad and straight nose. In conclusion, I made him a chad. (tee hee yummy)

For his body MY MAN IS BUILT, so a rectangular fairly muscular build (thick fucking arms bro is kneeding that bread) 

And yet another pom 😞 but it's all done for a reason! The rose kingdom is based on the UK so I just gave everyone from there an accent and depending on personal thoughts depends on how strong I make it and yes, Trey has a strong accent – he doesn't really use slang though, idk he's a bit too mature for that.

Without & With Makeup:

Personality and backstory headcanons + a bit of character analysis:

Ah yes, the “dad” of Heartslabyul and I don't disagree with this basic statement but sometimes he is dumbed down to just that, a “dad”. Yes, young adults such as himself can have a stronger connection to his morals, but he’s still only 18, and most importantly human. Not everything he will do will be correct, and even if they are good in theory, they may still have negative consequences.

For example, just before Riddles overblot, Ace even blatantly asked him why he hasn't corrected Riddle behaviour because he thought that just staying by his side, comforting him and being his friend was enough but quickly learnt it wasn't. Trey has always been the oldest, with his friends, with his siblings and he had always had that sense of responsibility over the younger generations (also seen with first and second years in-game), however, other than that, his character isn’t heavily touched on besides just being the “dad” or “big brother”.

Trey probably has moments where he questions himself, if he's the best person for others to rely on. What I'm trying to say is that neither his mind nor body is fully developed and even people like him who seem so strong have their weak moments.

Trey genuinely cares a lot for his loved ones, both friends and family, and usually takes on a mediator role to solve issues and help others. Though, he’s a little bit of a people pleaser and when something is out of his depth and he doesn’t immediately see the ‘right’ way to do something, he tends to try and avoid the root cause of the issue and instead finds an easier solution, which may not have the best turnout in the end. 

For example, Trey’s feelings around Riddle’s overblot and childhood trauma affecting his present-day behaviour. I believe that Trey felt horrible after Riddles overblot, seen when he said he's sorry to Riddle despite being Riddles own fault. When Trey can’t fulfil that “dad” role or sees he's been doing something wrong for a long time he doesn't know what to do.

He doesn’t do this out of a lack of care, but because of how much he cares instead. He is also often seen pandering to other’s wants just to please them and make sure they are happy. Also as mentioned before, he is still young, he still may not know the best thing to do, but these actions he takes he sees as a sort of in-the-moment solution.

Trey appreciates deep conversation and knows what to say in them, he's good at comforting and will observe all the people he cares about so he knows exactly how to comfort that specific person.

Trey is always looking out for his friends, whether that be making sure they are keeping up with the school's work and getting decent grades, or making sure they aren't getting into too much rough housing with others. If this does happen however, Trey would definitely go out of his way to tutor lower classmen to the best of his ability or have a ‘talk’ if he has to with people picking on his friends.

My editor/assistant cause I can’t grammar or spell to save my life: @cyb3rpnnk 

SIDENOTE: DO NOT REPOST MY REALISTIC RENDITION OF DEUCE OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER I DO AS YOUR OWN. EVEN THOUGH THE BASE WAS MADE WITH AI IT IS STILL MY CREATION!

However you are permitted to use my headcanoing as your own for art or stories or whatever, just not my realistic rendition.

I dont have much to say this time, but the next one with either be Riddle or Cater idk.

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[kyokutsu-sama]

Shunsui abc nsfw

I already missed writing something for my man. I've been busy but I'm already managing my time here and I have new things to post soon✨️

I hope you enjoy❤️

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's very kind to you after sex. He usually holds you for a moment and while he tries to catch his breath. He asks you how you are and if you liked it. He cleans you up and then he'll lay down next to you as he hugs your body close to his.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

As a good pervert that this man is I would say that his favorite part of your body would probably be the breasts or thighs. If you wear something a little more revealing around him he won't take his eyes off you.

In himself I think it would be the hands because with them he can touch you and he loves physical contact a lot .

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Most of the time it would be inside of you because he'll love the sight of you dripping and wetting all your folds. It also usually comes on the inside of your thighs or on your belly.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don't see this man having dirty secrets with you because he doesn't hide what he intends to do with you and besides that he will always be open to trying new things. He's very perverted and you know he doesn't keep those secrets to himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As long as this man is in control, you are going to have the most memorable nights of your life. He is one of the oldest captains in all of Gotei 13 and has years and years of experience so yes, he knows what he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As I mentioned earlier he loves physical contact and therefore he would prefer positions where he can be closer to his partner like for example the missionary or if you are in his lap while he puts his arms around you pulling you even closer to him. He will also have no problem bending you back on his table or bed and penetrating you from behind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You know this man has that usual playful personality although during sex he seems a little more "focused". He will tease you a bit and he will also use his deep voice to whisper dirty things in your ear.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well, this man has hair scattered all over his body as you've probably seen and "that place" is no exception. His hair is a little thicker there but nothing that gets in the way. If you also have some he doesn't care about it as long as you feel good.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

This man loves intimacy. Every time you are with him everything will be very slow and intense, this man is a lover of peace and likes to take things with his patience so that nothing goes wrong. If you're a little more shy, he might even hold your hand or hug you a lot.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He's too old for these things and besides he has you but if he really needs you because you are too far away from him for some reason i see it happening at least once.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I have many kinks for this man such as:

1º- We are all 100% sure about the daddy kink for that man. If you call him daddy he will show you how well he will treat you and will ask you to call him that more often.

2º-Praise kink. He will praise you a lot during sex, whisper in your ear how perfect you are. He will go through every corner of your body with his hands and lips to show you how much he loves having you.

3°- I always think this man has a bit of a size kink. Firstly because this man is 6'3ft (1'90cm) and secondly because this man has a broad body and will love to see you lay your head on his chest while you are in his lap.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I have an idea that this man will want to have you everywhere, even in those that are a little more risky, but if you asks me for a place in particular, it would be his bed or the table in his office, because they are spacious places and where he can have you in different positions.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As I mentioned before, if you wear something that reveals the body parts he loves about you or if you sit on his lap and tell him that you need him, you can be sure that in a matter of seconds you will be in his bed begging for him. Another example is if you are sitting on his lap it will turn him on a little.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurt you. He would never do anything if you felt uncomfortable or hurt you physically or your feelings. He is very playful but he knows how to be serious and understand your side if you don't want something because you are not feeling well.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Give. He loves to pleasure you, he loves to see your eyes roll back as your mouth opens to moan for him while he's between your legs. He is a gentleman who loves to give his partner the greatest of pleasures and believe me, this man's tongue works wonders.

He also won't mind if you kneel in front of him to "return the favor" and give him pleasure. He will feel so good having your warm mouth around his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He tends to be slow and sensual most of the time. He likes to enjoy the moment and savor every bit of you while his hands are roaming your body from bottom to top.

If you ask him to go fast and deep he won't deny it. He simply will not be able to deny anything to his dear beloved and that is why he is willing to fulfill all her wishes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you have to go somewhere and that need arises, he can give you a little help with that. He'd line up in a quickie without thinking twice.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This man is very daring and will be willing to take risks. If he gets caught he'll still laugh about it while you'll die of nosebleeds and blushing so much.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is one of the strongest captains in all of Gotei so his stamina is an advantage because he has plenty of it and you will need to rest after a while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I see no need for them since this man only needs his hands and tongue to take you to heaven. Although I still have a headcanon where he would probably like the idea of handcuffs and ropes on you. He would give a smirk after seeing you squirm and try to free your hands while he was going in and out of you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases you a lot. A LOT.

He'll make dirty little jokes whenever you walk past him or try to peek up your skirt whenever he gets the chance. He also tends to put his hand on your thigh if you're sitting next to him while looking straight into your eyes. He also likes to talk close to your ear because he know it always makes you shiver.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He doesn't moan loudly but when he's reached his peak, you'll hear a lot of muffled and deep moans close to your ear (I would die of pleasure if he did that to me)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes it when you leave marks on his chest or run your hands over him while riding him. He finds it attractive and turns him on.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Well, let me see, this man has Big dick energy. It wouldn't be that big but it would be enough for you to wonder if you would walk the next day. In my head it would be more or less between 6.6 inches or 7.0 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He wants you badly so expect to have this man 24/7. If he can't be with you for a few days, he'll come back later to make it up to you and will probably enjoy having you at least twice a day to satiate his craving for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won't take long but prefers to watch you slowly fall asleep on his chest as he strokes your head and a short time later he falls asleep too.

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