#anyway he makes it half the season with his head on right and his focus straight

[willowser]

you and bakugou getting paired up on one of those intense survival-y gameshows and he gets so mad at himself for thinking about you in some ooey-gooey way when he's supposed to be there to WIN

#hi i just woke up #i had a really uncomfortable dream with snakes and spiders and bears and traveling through a desert ruin #HARDDDDD nap #anyway he makes it half the season with his head on right and his focus straight #but then he starts to get a lil comfortable and his mind starts to wander 🥺 #bakugou on reality tv my beloved #✿ thoughts: bakugou

[onyourowndaisymae]

don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

lucifer // mammon // levi // satan // asmo // beel (you are here) // belphie -- others coming soon, NSFW warning below, gn!reader

beelzebub, who doesn't have the capacity to get to know you in the way he should. it seems that every season of his life comes with heartbreaking turmoil, and he just has to get used to that feeling of emptiness in his stomach. first, with the celestial war, he lost lilith. now, as the exchange program began, he had to say goodbye to his twin brother for an entire year. he hopes you don't take it personally-- he just can't spare the mental or emotional energy to embrace your arrival like he should.

beelzebub, who can't thank you enough for the way you've repaired his family. he never would have suspected that you had been forming the pacts with his brothers to release belphie from the attic. a small, nervous part of him wonders if you had been nice to him just to get his pact, that you didn't mean all those things you said-- but he knows you. even if you had been lying, you did it for the right reasons. and after all, everything worked out, right? you're here, belphie's back, and the months since his twin's return have been nothing but happy. you have single-handedly stitched his patchwork family back together. beel can't find a way to show how important all you've done for his family really means, but he'll keep trying anyways.

beelzebub, who likes you a lot, actually. he's never been too keen romance. most of his interactions had been spurred on by the other party. he's been attracted to people who are kind yet self-assured, seeking him out first. all of his experiences in crushes, in romance, in bed, have all been a game of follow the leader-- not due to a lack of interest on his part, but because of trauma-ridden aloofness that caused him to focus on the things he still had. romance never topped the priority list... at least, not until it came to you. beel saw you as a member of the family for a long time, longer than he maybe should have. but there's something special about you. something about you that makes him love you differently than he does his brothers. he just wants to have you around, always, sharing meals and movies and glances across the dinner table that make his brothers squirm. he's finally found someone special in his life-- someone he's going to give romance a try for.

beelzebub, who has never been good at controlling his appetite. it hits him at the worst of times, constantly, gnawing at his insides until he can't ignore it. that was why he is stuck in this position. a hunger brews in him, all adrenaline from the latter half of the fangol game and lust, and-- fuck, he needs relief. water beats loudly against the tiles, disguising the deep growl in his throat as he tugs impatiently at his aching cock once, twice, listening hard to make sure no one else was still in the locker room. he listens until he couldn't anymore, until his hand began to move impatiently on its own, another growl rumbling in his chest before he relents and begins pleasuring himself. his mind wanders to you, on the railing of the bleachers, screaming your lungs out in support of his team, feet pounding against the metal steps as you jumped about. you were there for him, cheering for him, watching his every move. he imagines you creeping in to reward him after everyone else left, perched on your knees on the locker room floor, wide eyes watching him with so much love as you swallow his cock, plush lips wrapped around his shaft as you take him as far as you can. just the thought makes his cock throb in his hand. he didn't have long to finish himself off and head out, but his mind couldn't help but linger on the image a bit longer...

beelzebub, whose date night just got a whole lot better. the two of you had spent the evening at hell's kitchen eating your fill (or in beel's case, eating them out of stock) then coming back to the house of lamentation for a movie. but your hand began to wander during the movie-- not towards the snacks, which he offered you several times as your gaze began to wander, but to his upper thigh. your fingers creep in further, until you're brushing against the seam of his pants. he hardens at your touch, your gaze, the steady sound of your breathing next to him. he shoots you a curious look. he quietly warns you that yours fingers are touching him in a particular place-- surely you know that already? you nod. he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you onto his lap. his view of the screen may be obstructed, but it's obvious that the movie has fallen to the wayside for now. it's him that takes the initiative to guide your hips into a steady grind against his own, little gasps escaping yours lips as he watches you more intently than he ever did the screen. grinding turns to kissing and kissing turns to grabbing, his big hands grabbing at your sides, your ass, your thighs, spreading you open for him. his fingers slip past the waistline of your pants and begin to toy with your sex through your underwear. you begin to tug at his sweatpants, desperately reaching for his cock while rutting into his hand. his cock springs free-- fuck, he's massive-- and you whine for it. you tugged your pants off in a few hurried movements. he tries to warn you about needing more prep, but his words die in his throat as you whimper for it, tell him how much you need him. his eyes and mind both glaze over with lust as gathers your juices and scissors them inside of your entrance, reaching deeper and deeper as you grip his broad shoulders and moan. when you're ready, he lines you up over his cock and lets your sink onto his length. you're so tight and soft and his head is spinning. fuck. the drag of his cock through your insides makes him groan. he doesn't even realize he's pinned your back against the couch until you look up at him with wide eyes and murmur his name. he starts to pull back, but you repeat his name-- your tone is laced with lust, hands reaching for him to come closer, and he does. he hovers close enough to brush his lips against your ear and apologize. you're a strong human, right? you can handle a little roughness? his hips pull back then thrust roughly into you, making your vision blur for just a moment, before he begins a truly sinful pace. a new sort of appetite brews within him-- and you know he's never been good at resisting his gluttonous urges.

taglist for this series: @the-demonus-aunt // @scienceisfornerds // @hostilemakeover // @snow-fall1 // @kachan890 // @rphantom1 // @respitable

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #om nb #obey me smut #otome #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beel smut #obey me beelzebub smut

[kissesbyliz]

ghost comforting anxious!reader during the holidays

something self indulgent bc this week has been hard </3 also i know the holidays r over but whateverr..also first post :D

(feat. simon "ghost" riley)

cw: mentions of anxiety, gn!reader

You were on edge. This whole week had been just shitty for you; one too many things gone wrong, one too many inconveniences, one minute too long trapped inside your own head. And you were trying your best as to not let it all blow over as you sat in the passenger seat of Simon's car, picking at your nails.

You were on your way to your parents' house for the holidays, a fresh apple pie sitting warm and pretty on your lap as you try your best to stay out of your head and focus on the present.

He looks over at you, alerted by the way you're silent even though your favorite song is playing on the radio. Usually, you would be enthusiastically singing along, trying to get him to join you (which would more often than not lead to an annoyed, but affectionate grumble from him)

"You alright, love?" He asks softly, bringing a hand up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You glance up at him, before nodding with a smile. "Fine, babe. Just had a long day at work."

You knew that you didn't have to hide how you were feeling from him, but, since it was the holidays, you would rather him having fun and bonding with your family than worrying about you. Your parents were expecting you guys to arrive in a joyful mood with bright smiles on your faces fit for the holiday season anyways, so it was best not to let anything dampen the mood.

Simon considers you for a second, before he turns back towards the road with a hum. You're not sure if he buys that excuse or not, but you try not to dwell on it. Instead, you focus your attention on the scenery zooming past you and not the thoughts swimming endlessly through your head.

"You know you don't have to hide anything from me, right?" You turn back to face him, and he's already regarding you with a comforting look in his eye. Even with half his face hidden by a face mask, you can still see his expression so clearly; it's the kind that he only reserves for you, the kind that lets you know that you're safe and loved. The softness in his gaze makes your heart ache, and you briefly consider letting it all come out.

He must notice how your face falters (of course he does, he notices everything), because a second later he's pulling into an empty parking lot. You anxiously rub your neck out of habit, about to protest that you're fine, before he slides a big hand over yours, effectively silencing you.

Commanding you gently to follow him into the backseat, Simon immediately pulls you into an embrace as soon as you get settled. His actions catch you off guard; usually, you're the one initiating hugs. But this time, it's exactly what you need as you feel one of his hands rubbing soothing motions up and down your back.

"You're stressed." He says for you, and you can't help but snort at the way he got it right on the dot.

"Yeah." You breathe into his chest, closing your eyes and letting yourself melt into him. "This whole week...has been so hard and I can't focus on anything." You say softly, feeling tears prick at your eyes at your confession.

Simon hums, still soothing your nerves with his touch. "And you don't want to go to your parents' house either, do you, dove?" You grimace, knowing he's right, but still feeling the need to show up anyways. You seldom ever see your family nowadays, and you feel that you owe it to them to at least visit during the holidays.

"No...but we need to. It's the holidays, after all." You frown up at him, and he runs a hand over the top of your head.

"No, we don't. What you need is to relax, back at home. We can tell your parents we got into a crash or something." He mutters, and you giggle.

"Yeah, and then they can come over and hit you over the head with a frying pan for driving so carelessly." You retort, finally feeling your nerves start to ease up. A soft smile spreads across Simon's face at the sound of your laughter, and he presses a kiss over the top of your head. You bury your face into his chest again, and all of a sudden, you feel like everything's going to be alright again.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty x reader #ghost x reader comfort #cod x reader #cod drabble

[souryoong]

the hills | myg (18+)

Pairing: fwb!yoongi x reader

Genre: smut!!! (18+), some fluff at the end I think (lol)

Word Count: 2,838

Summary: inspired by the weeknd's song titled "the hills"

Warnings: mentions of infidelity/cheating, tongue kissing, making out, choking, kitchen sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, sloppy blowjob, spitting in mouth, oral sex (m. receiving), praise kink, some jealousy, protected sex, henced that reader is on birth control, multiple orgasms, clitoral stimulation, lots of whining, lots of swearing. good god lmk if i forgot anything.

Author’s Note: okay so ummmm this was originally supposed to be posted on my birthday (21 of march) and I absolutely do not know where on earth the time went. but i guess better late than never, right? I have been sucked into a vortex of listening to the weeknd nonstop again and this idea randomly came to me. no complaints! anyways, happy aries season, and this concludes our march madness celebration!!

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I only call you when it's half past five, the only time that i'll be by your side.

“Hey...” You spoke into the phone to your latest hookup, Min Yoongi.

You found yourself calling him now more than ever, since your boyfriend was away traveling for work often. You swore you were on the verge of breaking up with him, that you couldn’t do it anymore, and after all you still had needs. Yoongi on the other hand, was always right where you needed him. Always a phone call away.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Yoongi asked you in response.

“Nothing. Just kind of had a mediocre day at work.” You sat on the edge of your bed. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi was interested.

“Yeah and fucking your cock all day.”

You could tell that Yoongi was speechless.

“Fuck.” He huffed. “You can’t just say that to me. Your place or mine?”

“Yours.” You answered. You admittedly liked his apartment better; it always smelled good and had a better ambiance. His kitchen practically looked like a showroom; it was hard to believe that he did any cooking in it.

“It sounds like you’re in the car.”

“Yeah, I had some things to do. Now I can’t even fucking focus on driving.” Yoongi spoke, laughing as you could hear him turn on his turn signal. “What time are you coming?”

You looked at the clock on the nightstand in your bedroom. 5:30.

“Maybe like 8:30?” You asked to make sure he agreed.

“Yeah, that works.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I’m guessing that he’s out again?” He was referring to your boyfriend.

“Yeah, god I’m so sick of it. How’d you know? “You sarcastically asked.

Yoongi laughed at your sarcasm. “Just a wild guess.”

—

You knocked on the door to Yoongi’s apartment upon your arrival. While waiting, you glanced at your phone for the time. 8:30. Right on time.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there was Yoongi, flashing you a smile. “Perfect timing.”

“Hey, am I ever late?” You joked as you stepped through the threshold and came inside, Yoongi closing the door behind you, his eyes on you the entire time as you walked over to his kitchen counter.

“Yeah I know, I’m joking.” Yoongi answered. “You look nice.” He stood behind you somewhat close, referring to the skirt and strappy top that you were wearing.

You smirked. “You always say that.”

“Yeah and I never said I didn’t mean it.” Yoongi’s fingers grazed your hips, practically sending electricity through your body.

Yoongi pulled you against him, the quick movement surprising you at first. You turned your head slightly, and he met you halfway with a kiss. He must have been drinking Pinot noir because you could taste it on his lips.

You moaned against his lips, giving him the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth and against yours as his hands roamed your body. Once you felt his fingers move over the back of one of your thighs, you let out a whine; and Yoongi lifted up your skirt.

“Fuck.” He broke away from the kiss immediately, his lips flushed and swollen. You leaned down onto the cold marble countertop as his eyes were on probably the skimpiest pair of underwear you owned; leaving little to be imagined.

“Yoongi.” You teased, grinding your ass against his now hardening cock in his pants. Just as you were about to get up, Yoongi’s hand held you down.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wore these just for me.” He teased, his fingers toying with the fabric.

You let out a moan when his fingers brushed against your still covered core; quickly moving to pull your panties to the side.

You couldn’t see, but Yoongi quickly swiped his fingertips against his tongue, and returned between your legs to rub slow circles over your folds.

You nearly cried out at the sudden contact, as Yoongi swore under his breath. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

You moaned when three of his fingers were inside of you, and he was starting to fuck into you.

“Fuck. Fuck me, Yoongi.” You whined, putting one of your knees onto the counter for leverage.

Your words encouraging him; he grunted, holding onto you with his free hand, and fucking you with the three fingers on his other hand.

“Shit, can you take 4?” Yoongi asked you, moving his hand along your back. Completely resting your upper body onto the cold countertop; you let out a sigh.

“Give it to me. Anything. All of it.”

You had no idea what had you feeling so desperate, and you whined when you felt the stretch of four of Yoongi’s fingers. The slight twinge of pain turned into pleasure.

“So good.” Yoongi spoke, his voice raspy. “Like your cunt was made for my fingers.”

You bit down on your lip as Yoongi’s fingers were pressing your walls hard, and this didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Don’t be quiet. Let me fucking hear you.”

He pulled you up so your back was against his chest, making you grab hold of his arm that was around you now.

“Fuck!” You cried out. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“So cum.” His voice was right in your ear now, a low vibration that went right to your core. “I can feel you clenching me. Make a mess out of my kitchen.”

Yoongi turned you slightly, pulling you into a kiss that was quite sloppy, then he was fucking into you with his fingers at a pace that had you feeling that you might pass out.

“Fuck, fuck.” You whined as he was now kissing your neck and shoulder area, nibbling at the skin every so often. “Don’t stop. Yoongi, fuck.”

Your legs were shaking, and you were clutching onto anything you could to try not to fall. Just as Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you and started rubbing your clit, your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave.

Your legs tingled as your stomach tightened, and you leaned into Yoongi. Yoongi’s fingers were still on your clit when you felt wetness on your inner thighs.

“Fuck.” You panted as Yoongi pulled his fingers away, licking them clean.

“Baby, you just squirted on my kitchen floor.” Yoongi spoke, smirking. “Fucking hot, come here.” He grabbed your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss.

He pulled away, his hand moving down to your throat. You bit down onto your bottom lip, and Yoongi could tell that there was something on your mind before he kissed you again.

“What?” He questioned.

“Wanna suck your cock…” You finished the sentence with a smirk.

Yoongi was taken aback a little bit. “Woah—fuck. I don’t think you have to really ask.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, backing up against the granite countertop as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

You could tell how hard he was by the outline of his cock that was straining through his dark jeans.

You reached to unbutton his pants, then unzip them. Yoongi slightly pulled them down just as you hooked your fingers around the waistband of his Black Balenciaga underwear and pulled them down just enough to reveal his rock hard cock.

You felt your mouth already filling with saliva, watching Yoongi grab his length and stroke it once; a bead of precum leaking from the tip.

His hand was quickly replaced with yours, and Yoongi let out a throaty groan at your touch. You leaned in, sliding his cock into your warm mouth, feeling him against your tongue.

Yoongi sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth, gripping onto the edge of the countertop behind him. “Fuck, you are so hot.”

You let out a moan, taking more of him in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Then you pulled away from him briefly, spitting on the tip of his cock then using it to stroke him a few times.

“God, I love how you taste.” You spoke, locking eye contact with him briefly.

“Yeah?” Yoongi was so sensitive that his knees buckled a little bit when you brushed your thumb over his tip.

You slightly hummed, taking him back into your mouth and into your throat so deep that he was panting now.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” One of Yoongi’s hands was under your chin. “On your knees for me.”

His words went right to your core, desperately shifting on the floor for some friction. Yoongi started to fuck into your mouth, his cock head hitting the back of your throat; making the most pornographic sound you ever heard. You finally gagged, and Yoongi pulled away, his length as well as your mouth covered with saliva.

You didn’t even realize your eyes were watering until Yoongi wiped your smudged mascara with his thumb. You sat up a little bit when he leaned down to kiss your sloppy mouth; his hand moving to your throat to make you look at him.

“Yoongi.” You sniffed because your nose was slightly running. “Fuck, I need your cock.”

“Yeah?” He kissed you again, and you hummed against his mouth. “Go to my room, get undressed, and wait five seconds for me, okay?”

You looked at him in confusion.

“I have to clean up a little bit.”

You shook your head, smirking as you stood up. Yoongi always had to be neat and tidy.

“Don’t be long, or I’ll start without you.” You joked, grabbing your purse on the way out of the room.

You walked out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom. Upon opening the door, the room was dimly lit from lamps, and he must have had a diffuser going that smelled like lavender and charcoal. You set your purse down on one of his nightstands, then quickly started getting undressed because Yoongi was going to be there any second.

Quickly stepping out of your skirt and kicking it aside, then taking off your shirt; leaving you naked except for your panties.

In perfect timing, the moment that you were about to get on his bed, Yoongi came into the room. His pants were still unbuttoned from earlier.

You sat on his bed In front of him as he walked over to you, undressing himself as he went.

Yoongi was in front of you wearing just his underwear. “Hey, I thought I said undress.” He was motioning to the fact that you still had underwear.

“I know. You came in too fast.” You answered, your hands roaming Yoongi’s upper body. “But you can take them off of me.”

Yoongi smirked at you, tilting your chin up. “Open your mouth.”

You obliged, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out slightly; knowing what Yoongi was about to do.

He leaned in and let a glob of spit fall into your mouth; some onto your tongue. Immediately after, pulling you into a sloppy tongue kiss. You moaned into his mouth as he lowered you back onto the bed, his hands finding the hem of your panties; yanking them down slightly before breaking away from the kiss to completely take them off.

He pulled you to the edge of the bed, hovering over you again to kiss you. Yoongi then started kissing your neck and down to your collarbone, then down the valley of your breasts.

One of your hands moved to his hair, you couldn’t help but giggle slightly, and smirk because his hair was tickling you.

“Yoongi…” You bucked your hips up into his. You could feel how hard his cock was against you, and now you needed it more than ever.

“Hmm…” Yoongi hummed against your skin as he kissed around on your chest; nibbling at your skin gentle enough to not leave any marks.

“I need your cock.” You let out a high-pitched whine when you felt his warm mouth around your left nipple; sucking and biting every so often. Your grip on Yoongi’s hair tightened In frustration; making him moan.

You let go and Yoongi stood up off of you, stepping over to his nightstand. “One second.” He opened the drawer, picking up a box of condoms. He pulled out a foil packet and stepped back over to you as he opened it. “I know you say you’re consistent, but just to be sure.”

You sat up slightly as Yoongi took off his Balenciaga underwear. You’d be lying if you said his dick wasn’t big; it was huge. Bigger than you ever expected when you first started seeing him, especially because Yoongi had a very small frame otherwise.

You sucked in a breath, propping yourself up with your elbows slightly to watch him as he rolled the condom over his length. Yoongi had a decent girth, and was somewhat veiny; just like his hands.

“Okay.” Yoongi spoke, opening your legs slightly more than they were so he could get leverage.

You felt him press the tip of his cock against your opening, and you closed your eyes.

“No, no, no.” Yoongi suddenly spoke. “I want you to look at me.”

You whined, opening your eyes and looking at him, then watched as he pushed himself inside of you. Your eyebrows furrowed, it always slightly hurt for a few seconds before Yoongi gave you time to adjust. He patiently watched your facial expressions for the queue on when to continue.

“Fuck.” He panted when he finally bottomed out inside of you. “Take my cock so fucking good.”

You smirked at his praise, reaching to rub your clit as he fucked into you.

“You’re fucking smiling.” His thrusts got harder and he tightened his grip on your legs. “Turns me on.”

“Fuck. Don’t stop.” You whined, eyebrows furrowing as you felt him bump your g spot.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” He shifted positions so that now he was hovering over you, now hitting deeper.

“God, you’re so deep.” You whined as you could feel tears brimming in your eyes. Yoongi loved hearing you, never getting sick of it.

“You can take it.” Yoongi grunted as you clutched onto his arms.

The way that Yoongi was hitting every right place had you trying to keep yourself together, fighting an orgasm to make everything last a little longer.

“You got quiet.” Yoongi was breathing heavy, his face mere inches from yours and you could hear the wet noises coming from your cunt.

“Fuck. I’m so close.” You swore. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah, tell me.” His voice was low and raspy before his lips crashed with yours, the kiss sloppy. You could barely kiss him back, everything too much.

“Fuck. Yoongi I—“ You barely even got to finish your sentence before your orgasm crashed into you unexpectedly.

“Fuck. You got tight.” Yoongi swore, your body shaking beneath him as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

You whined when you felt his fingers on your clit. “You can give me one more.”

You looked up at him over you, both of you sweaty. You watched him. The way his eyebrows furrowed, his throaty grunts and moans, the way he knew exactly how to please you, the way every kiss knocked the wind out of you.

Yoongi now switched your position, now you were flipped over onto your hands and knees. Your face against his sheets; you were too fucked out to care. His cock was back inside of you like it never left.

“God, you are so fucking good.” Yoongi swore, one of his hands smacking your ass hard; making you jump slightly. “I wish I could cum in you. Fuck.”

“So do it.” You didn’t even realize what you were saying.

Yoongi scoffed. “You know I can’t.” He gripped your hips with both of his hands, pulling you back into him. “God, I envy that man.” He was referring to your boyfriend.

“Fuck. Him.” you muttered, hands gripping onto the bed sheets. “Oh god, Yoongi.”

Your walls were clenching him again, and Yoongi’s thrusts were becoming erratic like he was close as well.

“The way you say my name.” He moaned, sending a chill through your body.

“Yoongi.” Your voice was whiny this time. Your second orgasm hit you seconds later, your legs threatening to give out beneath you. Yoongi’s thrusts didn’t change much, only slowing a little bit because of the overstimulation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Yoongi swore before finally stopping, spilling his own release into the condom. Both of you exhausted, sweaty, and panting for breath.

“Fuck.” You swallowed thickly, turning over when Yoongi pulled out of you.

“Come here.” Yoongi turned your face towards him, kissing you.

You suddenly heard your phone on the nightstand. Your boyfriend’s text tone. Yoongi must have noticed your facial expression change, because now he looked concerned.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No. No.” You sighed. “That text, it’s him. God, I so bad want to –"

“So do it. Dump his ass.” Yoongi cut you off. “Stay here with me. You can take a shower if you want, borrow my sweats. Just stay.”

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes.

Who are you to judge? Who are you to judge?

Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies.

Only you to trust, only you.

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Taglist: @thepurpleghost @dearlyjoonie @thoughtfullysassysublime @yoongiscta @polyparkj @ggukzashi

#bts smut #min yoongi smut #suga bts #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #min yoongi x reader #souryoong march madness #Spotify

[0oolookitsme]

It's Buzzcut Season, Anyways!

Eeeeekk!!!! Hi Hi everyone!! I hope you are all doing well, here comes the first post of the year! <3

So.. It is my birthday today, and I'm very excited to tell you that I'm introducing to you, another one of my pairings! This a little excerpt from the fic (wip) I'm writing about this chaotic pairing, and I really do hope this gets you as excited about their story, as I am! This was supposed to be up in December but for some reason, I didn't post it?? Anyways, other than that, you shall see more, further on in 2024 :)

Also, shoutout to @cupid-styles and @elioslover for picking my ice hockey!Harry to be the one to get a buzzcut, hahah! My indecisive self (who lowkey wanted you guys to pick him), could've never 💗

All the love always, A.

Verse - NHL Player!Harry x Figure Skater!Y/n (uni era)

Word Count - It's just an excerpt so it's short!

Warnings - None that I can find but if there are any, do tell me and I'll edit them into this!

Y/n is reluctantly trimming Harry's hair when her nose feels funny, and she sneezes. Its good though, that Harry asks for her opinion regarding a change that he would rather appreciate.

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Y/n sat on her unmade bed, hair unbrushed and messy since she woke up from a 3-hour nap. Her fingers typed away on her laptop, her face showing zero signs of any stress regarding the assignment she's going to have to turn in un-edited.

Probably because of the breakdown she'd had before taking nap. She'd been so stressed that she had drawn blood from her lips and broken two of her nails -- which was rather disappointing to her considering she'd got them done not so long ago in the honour of the upcoming season of winter.

The temperature was still as hot as summer, but half of the world was snowed in, and she wanted the peace of mind that winter brought her; so, she deluded herself into thinking that it was indeed her favourite time of the year.

A silent burp made its way up her throat, as she drank the day-old diet coke she'd been drinking before her meltdown-that-leads-to-an-amazing-nap.

Just as she slurped on the last sip that wasn't anything but melted ice, she heard the door to the flat open and her eyes rose up just in time to catch the sight of a sweaty and out of breath Harry, through the open door of her room.

"Y/n?" He called for her, walking towards her room when she only hummed in response. He passed her an apologetic smile on reaching her doorframe, and she knew he was going to ask something of her that the both of them know she wouldn't be willing to do quite easily.

"I need your help," he grinned at her. "...And Immediately."

She looked at him suspiciously, before deciding to shift her focus back on her assignment, knowing that he would lure her in if she were to continue looking at him.

But Harry was at once kneeling beside the side of bed she was sitting on. With his hands joined, he contorted his face in a way that looked like he was about to cry. "I beg of you, please! If you don't help me right now, my life will be ruined forever!"

Y/n's eyes had fallen into untrusting slits by now as she minimized the document that she had been writing in. "What is it, Harry?" She asked him in a monotonous tone, shutting her laptop as if procrastinating the essay any longer would be a great help.

"Cut my hair."

Instantly her jaw dropped open. Shaking her head, she began reopening her laptop and Harry took a hold of her wrists. "Harry, there's no way!" She yelped as he began making her get off the bed.

"I'm not asking you to give me haircut like Zayn!" He exclaimed, as if that'd ease her. "Just trim it a bit," he shrugged, walking out into the small living-room with Y/n thrashing behind him. She even threw a few hands at him, but he had a feeling that she wasn't as opposed by the idea as she was pretending to.

He pulled out a chair in front of the mirror that, though they had been living in this flat for nearly two months, had yet to be pinned to the wall. "C'mon, you work at a salon -- surely you know how to trim a guy's hair," he teased her, knowing that questioning her abilities would get to her and she'd cut his hair better than any hairdresser ever could.

Looking at her reflection glaring at him through the mirror, he winked at her before bending down to unzip his bag. He pulled out an electric trimmer from inside it and handed it to her, pulling the towel from the coffee table that he had left there earlier in the morning.

Once done draping it over his shoulders, he handed her the trimmer and added a touch of his puppy-dog eyes even though he knew they simply don't work on her.

"Okay. If you end up bald, don't complain then," she grumbled before running her hand through his hair. "Is this sweat or did you wash your hair after practice?" Her face was already contorted in disgust, like she knew he surely couldn't have done the latter.

"Don't you worry, I washed it after practice," he assured her, looking at her as if she should appreciate him.

She turned on the trimmer and held his hair in sections by one of her hands. "Why didn't you go to a salon?" She asked him, trimming the hair on his sides with her mouth parted.

Harry shrugged and immediately retorted when Y/n shrieked, mumbling an apology. "The salon's too far. I don't have the time to get there; got a handful of assignments to turn in before midnight." He told her. "And I mean, saving some money never hurt anyone."

"You do realize that I've put doing my assignment on pause to do this silly shenanigan with you?" Her eyebrows rose up as she fired another question at him. She suppressed a smile when he passed a dimpled-lopsided grin to her. "God, I hate you," she said, and a smile slipped on her lips as she moved to the other side to trim the rest of his hair.

She had no reason to be doing a parttime job at a salon, it wasn't going to help her in the future in any way, but it did help her in the present with its money. The money she got by being apprenticed to a dance company went straight into the flat-bills and some other necessary purchases that she couldn't avoid.

But she wasn't complaining about it. Living among frat people was a nightmare for her. She did have fun with people but being a clean-freak and a morning person didn't match well with the frats. They did love her dearly, but when Harry came in asking if someone would be willing to be his flat mate, everyone had chanted for Y/n. And, when he asked Y/n at the rink, she had quite literally jumped at the opportunity and in the joy of the moment, hugged Harry with a tight grip that still had his heartbeat rise whenever he thought about it.

With her touching his hair, Harry's heart was beating so hard in his chest that he was afraid it was going to break a rib. His eyes never once left her reflection in the mirror, not with the way she was being so careful and serious. Her lips had parted without her knowing, and she wasn't even blinking often enough.

That was when Harry saw a hair-strand fall in her face, and her face scrunch up in a way it does when she's about to sneeze. He saw as she turned to sneeze in her elbow -- a habit that she still hadn't gotten rid of. He shifted his gaze down on his hands in his lap, to prevent her catching him staring at her.

When Y/n caught her breath after the sneeze, her eyes grew wide. Her hand began shaking as she brought the other hand to cover her mouth, looking at his head in horror. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or begin spewing apologies and decided on the latter one.

But as she opened her mouth, Harry looked at her. "Should I just buzz it off?" He questioned her and thought that she had paled at the thought of him going bald. "I mean, the match season is finally over. I don't have anything to do but study, do my parttime and of course practice hockey." He shrugged explaining his point of view, looking at her to help him decided.

"S-sure! I mean, you'd look good with any-any type of haircut." She was shaking and stuttering, but Harry was too lost in his train of thoughts to question her. "A-and its buzzcut season, anyways!"

That seemed to be helpful for Harry. He smiled at her, "Shave it off, then. I'm basically on vacation from tomorrow... and I guess I'd really appreciate a change like this!" He was back to grinning and Y/n's sweat was beginning to cool off.

She imagined sitting with Harry on a sofa on some ordinary-night with her feet in his lap like he were her closest friend and telling him about today -- a movie playing on the lowest volume possible in the background. She stopped herself before she could get lost thinking about his reaction and mess up even his buzzcut.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles ff #harry styles one shot #harry styles one shots #harry styles blurbs #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #nhlrry #figure skater!y/n #hockey!au #ice hockey!harry #nhl!harry #nhl harry #nhl!harry styles #ice hockey harry #ice hockey!harry styles #harry styles blurb

[33max]

Prompt about little Maxy catching a cold? Not caring about it while he was big and then he dropped and got all choked up and panicked because suddenly he cant breathe and nothing feels right and his nose his blocked and his eyes are watery 🥺

🥺 I have an awful cold so… this prompt resonated with me right now!

1150 words, max is sick and daniel goes into daddy mode

“Max?” Daniel says, voice coming out raspy and unused. It’s 4 am and he’s just been awoken by Max’s spluttering coughing on the other side of their bed.

Max has had a cold for a couple of days. It’s pretty common to get sick when the season ends and their bodies realise they have time to rest and recuperate. This season is no different, Max is sick and Daniel knows he’ll come down with it next. He always does.

“You good?” Daniel asks him, rubbing his eyes, trying to get his vision to focus. Max is still coughing away next to him.

“No,” Max whines when the coughing finally subsides.

“Maxy?” Daniel asks because Max doesn’t whine like that unless he’s dropped little, and Daniel is pretty sure that is exactly what has happened here. Max tries not to drop when he’s sick, but sometimes it’s unavoidable. Especially when he’s exhausted and run down, like now.

Daniel fishes around in the drawer of his bedside table, finding Max’s binkie that usually soothes him if he wakes up little and confused.

Max takes the binkie into his mouth, but Daniel figures out very quickly that this isn’t going to work. Max can’t breathe through his nose and he ends up spluttering and coughing around his binkie, it falling out onto the sheets below.

Max whines again.

“Oh baby,” Daniel says softly. “You’re struggling, huh?”

Big blue eyes look at Daniel and it makes his heart sink. Max’s eyes are glassy, his cheeks are flushed pink with a temperature, and his nose is running. He looks so miserable. He can’t even self-soothe with his binkie.

Max isn’t wearing his pyjamas tonight and he’s shivering with the cold, his boxers providing little warmth when he’s sitting up out of the warmth of the duvet. He looks small like this. Delicate.

“Daddy, help!” Max says, his feet kicking about where they are still tucked under the duvet, making his distress known to Daniel. “Breathing is hard.”

“Okay, baby,” Daniel says, pulling Max into a one-armed cuddle so he can kiss his forehead. It worries Daniel how warm he is to the touch, even though Max is shivering.

Despite the early hour it’s easy to go into caregiver mode. It’s like his body just responds automatically to the situation, waking him up enough to get Max more comfortable, to help him with some of the more troubling symptoms of his cold.

The first thing he does is climb out of bed and find Max a soft t-shirt, he can’t put him in his usual warm pyjamas because he’s burning up and Daniel isn’t looking to make his fever worse, but he can’t stand the way that Max is shivering. His body practically vibrating with tremors.

“Here put this on,” Daniel says, guiding the shirt over Max’s head. He holds the collar open wide as it passes Max’s ears, the last thing they need at 4 am is Max having a sensory meltdown because the t-shirt touched his ears and he didn’t like it. “Is that better?”

“Tiny bit,” Max admits, clinging to Daniel. “Daddy help?”

“Yes, I’ve got you, baby,” Daniel tells him, lifting Max up onto his hip. Max whines when his legs aren’t protected from the cold by the duvet anymore, but Daniel is quick to pass him Mr Roar and his favourite blanket as a trade-off.

Daniel carries him to the kitchen, whispering reassurances and peppering Max with kisses as he goes. He may as well, there is no way he’s going to avoid getting sick soon anyway. Nothing will keep him from giving Max the affection he needs, especially when he’s sick.

He sits Max on the countertop and routes through one of the drawers to find some painkillers. He finds a half-empty packet of paracetamol, that’ll do for now. If it doesn’t help Max in the next few hours Daniel probably has some ibuprofen somewhere too.

“No,” Max says when he sees the tablets. “No, too big, hurt throat!”

“What about if I half them?” Daniel reasons with him. Max definitely needs to take the painkillers to bring his fever down.

Max’s eyes fill with tears. “No Daddy, throat hurts.”

Ah. He has no chance of getting Max to take tablets with a throat that is already sore and bothering him. Luckily, he knows exactly what to do.

It’s weird, how Daniel feels a lot more competent like this, he trusts his instincts and knows exactly what to do with Max. It’s something he doesn’t always feel outside of their dynamic, it’s easier to second-guess himself in the real world.

He crushes the tablets with the back of a spoon and puts the then-powered painkillers into a bottle of milk that he’s warmed up for Max. Daniel has also added a spoonful of honey to the bottle to soothe Max’s throat and clear his sinuses.

If they can get Max breathing a little easier, he’ll probably be able to take his binkie and settle back down to sleep. Daniel hopes so anyway, he hates seeing his boy like this.

“You hold this,” Daniel says, passing Max the bottle of milk to hold onto while Daniel carries him back to bed. He thinks it will be best to give Max the bottle in there, then if he falls asleep Daniel can easily tuck him back in and let him sleep for as long as he needs.

When they are halfway across the apartment Max lets out a panicked wail and “Mr Roar!”

Daniel immediately turns around as they have to go back and collect Max’s beloved stuffie from the kitchen counter, where he had been left behind. Max would never settle in bed without him.

Eventually, they make it back to the bedroom, Daniel is only mildly out of breath from carrying Max but no lion plushies are left behind.

Daniel takes the bottle and sits with his back against the headrest, propped up with a couple of fluffy pillows, and gathers Max in his arms. He’s still very warm to the touch so Daniel doesn’t pull the duvet up just yet, he wants to bring Max’s temperature down.

“Here,” Daniel says as he holds the bottle and Max it into his mouth. Happy to have something to soothe his throat.

Max’s glassy eyes look up at Daniel as he drinks. Every so often he has to pause to take a few gasping breaths as he’s still very congested, not yet able to breathe through his nose, but unlike with his binkie, he persists.

“Is your throat feeling any better?” Daniel asks him, stroking a hand through Max’s sweaty hair with his free hand. He’ll probably need to bath Max tomorrow, that won’t be fun if Max still feels so rotten.

Max nods gently, his eyes drooping. That’s good.

“It’s okay, baby…” Daniel coos. “You get some sleep, Daddy is here.”

#answered #anonymous #writing #turkey dinosaurs au

[clangenrising]

Month 9 - Leaffall

Oddstripe was restless. So was Floodpaw, who had returned for a check up on his shoulder wound. 

“Dad,” groaned the apprentice as he wiggled impatiently, “I’m fine. Seriously, you shouldn’t worry so much.” 

“Oh,” Oddstripe chewed his lip. He didn’t know how to explain to his son that his worry was probably going to eat himself from the inside out for the rest of his days. He hadn’t realized warrior training would be so dangerous! Although, he probably should have known better. The thought of his boys - his baby girl! - out fighting murderous rogues and foxes and who knows what else! It made him want to pick them all up by the scruff and secret them away somewhere safe for the rest of their lives. 

Working the last of the horsetail poultice into Floodpaw’s skin, he sighed. He knew that wasn’t a real option. Still, he didn’t like how cavalier Floodpaw was about the situation. 

“I just want you to be safe, sweetheart,” he said and Floodpaw scoffed through his nose. That was disconcerting. 

“I am safe,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Goldenstar is the best warrior ever, she’s keeping me safe. And soon I’ll be able to handle myself for real, anyway.” 

Oddstripe frowned and began to apply the new cobwebs. “You got bitten. I’d hardly call that safe.” 

“I was safe enough,” Floodpaw shook his head. Oddstripe sighed. His little man was growing up and he didn’t like it. 

“It’s part of a warrior’s duty to risk their lives,” said Sagetooth as she walked into the den and Oddstripe jumped to attention. “The Clans have always faced dangers. StarClan smiles on those who defend their Clanmates.” Oddstripe tried to mask the frown that wanted to pull their lips even further down. 

“Right,” he nodded. “I’m sure they can forgive a bit of parental worry, though.” 

“Of course,” Sagetooth chuckled. “How’s the wound doing?” 

“Good,” smiled Oddstripe. “We’re nearly out of horsetail but we should be able to make it last long enough to avoid any infection.” 

“We’ll have to find some more then,” Sagetooth said. “Or some garlic. We’ll want to be prepared.” 

“Right,” Oddstripe said, gut twisting. There were going to be more wounds in the future. Sagetooth had taught him how to treat all kinds of wounds in theory but in practice he’d never tended anything worse than some bramble scratches. He wasn’t looking forward to gaining experience. Sagetooth, for her part, didn't seem that bothered. The advantage of age, he supposed. 

She continued into the den to look at the herb stores. “And Pantherhaze? How is he?” 

“Oh, much better,” Oddstripe said, trying to shake off the clinging sense of dread. “Although it looks like Branchbark has come down with whitecough instead.” He smoothed out the edges of the cobwebs with care, making sure that every inch of his son’s wound was protected from the elements. 

“Tch,” Sagetooth shook her head. “‘Tis the season, I suppose.” 

“Can I go now?” Floodpaw whined, shimmying in place as if it were physically uncomfortable to sit still any longer. 

“Mm, I guess so,” Oddstripe relented with a half smile. “You’re sure you don’t want to stay a little longer? I miss my boys.” He gave Floodpaw a few licks around the ears which his son squirmed away from. 

“Daaaad!” he whined, pushing at his father’s muzzle.

“Sorry, sorry,” said Oddstripe, pulling back to let Floodpaw run a paw over his new cowlick. “I’ll let you go. Just… be safe, please.” 

“I will,” promised Floodpaw, and he dashed away, barely impeded by his wound. 

“He’s young,” Sagetooth said softly. “He’ll learn patience in time.” 

“I hope so,” sighed Oddstripe. Straightening himself, he added, “I’ll go check on Branchbark again.” 

“Thank you,” smiled Sagetooth. With that, he headed out to try and focus on what he could change; a friend’s cold. That was simple enough at least.

UPDATES:

Pantherhaze has recovered from whitecough. Branchbark comes down with a case of whitecough instead.

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warriors #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #Oddstripe #Floodpaw #Sagetooth #Pantherhaze #Branchbark #Leaffall #clangenrising

[kitkatopinions]

Every single volume, Jaune becomes more and more proof that rwde posters in general aren't just "wishing a man was the protagonist" and "liking macho alpha men" like anti-rwde posters frequently say.

At the start of RWBY an argument could've been made that Jaune didn't fit the standard male power fantasy because he wasn't buff and battle-hardened and confident and knowledgeable. This argument would've been flawed because there's also a known male fantasy of being nerdy underdogs who get the girl anyway (like with Pyrrha) and who are still treated like they're super important, but it's still an argument that could've been made in the first three seasons.

Then an argument could've hypothetically been made that Jaune has non-romantic female friendships and shows deep emotions and stuff in RWBY volumes 4-6 and therefore doesn't fit a traditional mold of standard male fantasies despite having grown into a 'more built, strategist, leader role' and still getting special focus and attention. This would've been a flawed argument, because Jaune's emotional turmoil was built on Pyrrha's fridging and resulted in him taking on and holding his own against Cinder, and his lack of romantic relationships was more built on Pyrrha being his 'forever fall.' Very 'action hero who lost his wife' style of writing.

Then an argument could've been made very unconvincingly in volumes 7-8 that Jaune might be now getting played as a very muscley attractive guy that milfs lust after that keeps a cool head in arguments, but one could still argue that he was still not as experienced or skilled as Ruby, and also that he was less of a 'macho man' than the bearded older guy in charge of things that Ironwood was, and that Jaune's anger issues from the last few seasons had started winding down. Obviously this argument wouldn't be convincing, and wouldn't be a real counter argument to how he was being used and how his progress just read like a 'zero to hero,' 'kid who used to be a gangly nerd is now super desirable and cool' fantasy, but it could hypothetically be made.

But then in volume nine, Jaune becomes not only a bearded older man with all this information who is in charge of a village, but he also becomes a much more angry and prone to snapping person than ever, his emotional outbursts are now built on the deaths of two more women in Penny and Alix, and he quite literally becomes a hero of a novel he used to love as a kid, while Weiss openly is into him. Weiss, who is the girl he originally was perusing way back when who wouldn't give him the time of day. Jaune literally screamed in the face of a seventeen year old victim blaming her for stuff that either she wasn't at fault for at all or that he's at least just to blame for, and didn't get called out and instead got coddled and treated with more sympathy than Ruby. The fact that he got deaged back at the end just makes me think that the writers are intending to make him and Weiss get together eventually but didn't want there to be a twenty year age gap between them, despite the fact that he still has the memories of twenty years.

But yeah, Jaune always gave big 'male fantasy' vibes, but every single season it got worse and worse and he got more and more male fantasy vibes until he's become an angry macho man with a beard screaming in a teenage woman's faces and getting nothing but sympathy over it. And he's only gotten more and more focus and attention. So by all rights, if rwde posters actually wanted a man to be a protagonist and wanted macho manly men to be more in focus and treated as good and for them to get attention... We'd all be on board with Jaune and want more Jaune and like Jaune. Instead, with every single season, rwde posters in general dislike Jaune more and want him less. Whereas there's actually RWBY fans who do love and worship Jaune and want him around more and more and like half the fandom at this point are Jaune fanboys, but nobody actually pays any attention to them because apparently the real crime is thinking Ironwood's fall to villainy was badly written. XD The whole "Rwde posters just want men to be the protagonists and they love macho alpha men" is completely fake. It's a made up lie based in nothing that people throw around because they're mad that rwde posters don't like the writers' choices when it comes to Ironwood. XD

#rwde #anti jaune arc #pro ironwood

[heyclickadee]

Some Hunter thoughts I can’t articulate worth shit right now but I’m going to try anyway:

There’s something about how much more withdrawn Hunter is and yet doesn’t just disappear out of everyone’s lives in season two, and I don’t know what. He’s still making calls, mostly to not get involved and keep their heads down, but those are still decisions, still trying to keep what’s left of his family safe, still trying to find ways to put food on the table, still being Omega’s dad and having an active presence in her life. He’s still going through the motions of his role.

But he doesn’t talk much, not even to Omega. All those sweet one-one-one conversations he had with her last season aren’t nearly as much of a thing. Part of that’s just because of the practicalities of storytelling; this season had more emphasis on Omega’s relationships with Echo and Tech, so a lot of those one-on-one parent-child conversations went to either Echo in the first half of the season, and Tech in the second. In fact, the only direct parent-child conversation Hunter has with Omega this season (not the only conversation he has with her, just the only one that’s one of those, “Something difficult’s happening, let me help you talk it out,” talks) is is the one at the very end of the season for which neither Echo nor Tech are present, because Echo needed to be alone and Tech’s…MIA. But it’s more than just the shift in character focus.

A lot of the Omega side of The Bad Batch story is told from Omega’s point of view. Not exclusively, there are definitely a lot of scenes and even entire episodes from other perspectives, and Crosshair is pretty much the point of view character of all the Crosshair stuff, of course, and it’s not the same as it would be if the Bad Batch were a first person novel with Omega as the narrator character, but the show does hover around Omega’s perspective a lot, at least. And one thing I do kind of like about this is that it means there’s stuff happening that we don’t see, or that we’re not seeing right now, anyway. Even if we didn’t assume that Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Echo were having conversations out of Omega’s earshot, we’re given enough context clues and bits and pieces (and one occasion the entirety) of conversations Omega does overhear to know that that’s the case and to sometimes get the gist of what those conversations were about. The shift in Tech’s attitude from “Replacements” to “Cornered” (from being hellbent on finishing that brain scanner, which they would need if they did go back and get Crosshair, and being the first to pipe up and say that Crosshair’s chip is probably influencing his actions in one episode to sadly noting that Crosshair won’t be needing his comm device in the next) implies that the group had a conversation about the Crosshair situation that Omega (and we) didn’t hear—or that Wrecker, Tech, and Echo realized that Hunter wasn’t going to talk about it and discussed that amongst themselves. We can guess from the interactions between Hunter and Echo this season (as well as that, “Remember what I said,” line which is so frustrating in the best way because what?? What did Hunter say to Echo???) that the, “We should be doing more,” conversation didn’t stop with the one Omega overheard.

The conversations Omega—and by extension, we—don’t hear are probably mostly the more adult ones. And by adult, I guess I should clarify—I don’t necessarily mean the “adult” in that sense, though those conversations probably happen, too. I mostly mean the difficult conversations, about the darker side of the war, how bad their situation could get, Echo deciding to leave, how close they are to flat broke, how many meals they’re going to have to skip so at least Omega can go to sleep with a full belly, that sort of thing. It’s not that they’re trying to keep Omega in the dark, exactly. Their lifestyle doesn’t allow for that luxury. But they are trying, and Hunter’s really the one trying the hardest, to build Omega a childhood out of whatever scraps they can. And part of that, for Hunter, anyway, means keeping some conversations out of Omega’s earshot.

And honestly the last few paragraphs are just a long winded way to say that because a lot of the show hovers around Omega’s perspective, if we see Hunter talking to and around Omega less, that probably means he is talking to her less in universe. This is probably off base, but I kind of think the reason is pretty similar to the reasoning I gave for why they have some conversations out of Omega’s earshot above. Hunter’s really just…not having a good time in season two; he’s depressed at best and his hunker-down-and-ignore-the-star-war-of-it-all attitude comes across as a mix of guilt (over the Crosshair situation) and trauma response. He’s lost and buckling under the pressure to lead his squad in through this strange new reality, and I honestly think that he just doesn’t want Omega to know how bad things in his head are, because she’s a child and he’s her dad/big brother and it is not her responsibility to deal with his problems (1). But he’s so, so bad at faking things, and Omega’s a perceptive kid, so instead of keeping up appearances and trying to pretend that everything’s fine all the time, he withdraws. Just a little bit.

And don’t get me wrong, it’s not a season three Kanan Jarrus situation, where Kanan has to adjust to a new disability and can’t, so he falls off the face of the map (2). Hunter’s still extremely present in Omega’s life, still quizzing her on her homework, still making sure he’s there to catch her when she throws herself off a ledge, still there to look all sad and jealous when Omega starts copying Phee but trusting Omega enough not get in the way of her make a new friend, still there to grab Omega and make sure she doesn’t die in the cable car crash, and so on. He’s always sure to be there whenever she needs him. He just…doesn’t talk with her as much. He moves a quarter-step into the background. And I have some kind of feeling about that, but I’m not sure what it is.

1. This is totally off topic, but this actually one of the things I really liked about Stephen Universe, just…in reverse. I had a hard time getting into the first few seasons of the show (I know, I’m sorry) because the adult characters all sort of talked to Stephen—and each other, but mostly Stephen—like they were all trying to win at therapy, and it kind of drove me crazy. Aaaaaaand then I got to the movie and Future and it turned out that that was kind of the point. Every adult in Stephen’s life sort of used him as a live-in therapist, and it really messed him up and made it difficult to heal from his own trauma.

2. Just to be clear, I’m not dogging on Kanan here.

#the bad batch #hunter bad batch #this is way too many words for me to say ‘Hunter doesn’t talk as much in season two and I like it but also I am #sad? #am I sad about it? #melancholy? #it’s something #I don’t even know what I’m doing here with this

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/731654919176732672/anyway-regardless-you-are-correct-that-however

I think these all really good points about why TB is not really culturally relevant and probably won’t hold up in years from now. I’d also like to add that them parodying very current events is also off-putting to me as a viewer because I don’t watch tv to wallow in the mess that is today’s world, rather I watch shows or movies to have some time not to think about it.

I also think shows that have the best fan retention are have a big focus on relationships and characters you care about. I think both Rory and Lorelei on GG are insufferable, especially Rory, but they are "quirky" people love their mother-daughter bond and get invested in their love interests. Friends is abiut friends who can be snarky but care about each other (until later seasons when half of them just because dicks), Supernatural was never huge, but it keeps getting new fans even now and has incredible staying power because it mostly doesn’t get that political, and of course because it focuses on these brothers who love each other so damn much that they’ll do anything for each other. These are the things that make people get attached to a show, stay with a show, and rewatch a show. They want to turn in to watch people they can relate to, want to be like, or have something they value in life.

In TB almost every character is a psycho with little to no redeeming qualities. Yes, there are some nice relationships, but most of the characters are (after Season 3) massive hypocrites, assholes, racists, murderers, just plain dicks, or pathetic. Yes, there are amusing moments and shocking moments, but once you've seen them, you’ve seen them. I have no desire to sit down and watch the show on repeat because the characters aren’t truly likable, and their relationships can thus only interest me so much. When you rely heavily on shock value, you automatically lose some people after because once they’ve seen it, they don’t need to see it again.

Kripke needs to get his head out of his ass and remember what worked about shows like supernatural and stop relying on simply being as violent and disgusting as possible if he wants people to rewatch his shows.

I suppose if the story is good enough, watching a show filled with unlikeable characters is okay, but you're right, it's the relationships that really draw people in and make them care about what happens next.

As for Kripke, he got incredibly lucky with Jared and Jensen and the work they did to create Sam and Dean's dynamic because I don't think he originally planned on the brother's relationship being at the core of the series. That came later as he and the other writers/producers saw what a goldmine they hit with J2.

#ask box #the boys critical #anti eric kripke

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Hi! Just want to say your drabbles and headcannons are stunning! I live for your content!

I have a request for Riven x Sky's twin reader. Maybe their reunion after summer, set in season 1 or a drabble about Andreas being back and Reader's reaction to it, set in Season 2.

Have a great week and take your time with this. There is no real hurry.

ohmygod yes I love this sm also thank you for the compliment<3

"Why don't you drive even slower?", you asked, hitting your head on the back of the passengers seat. The truck was packed with your things and Sky's and you were dying to get back to Alfea - not because you were dying to get back to school. No, because you were dying to see your friends. And Riven.

You and Sky had been away the whole summer. It had been planned for over half a year now, to travel the world over the first summer break. Not the whole word, of course. But a great deal of it. And so you hadn't seen your boyfriend in months. Not in person, after all.

And Sky was basically crawling.

"I'm already going faster than I should", he said, only making you groan.

"If you had just let me drive-"

"We've been over this", he interrupted. "Plus, we're almost there anyway."

You rolled your eyes, but sat up straighter regardless. Riven was there already. Because you were later than anticipated. And he'd texted, promised he was waiting. So you just wanted to ready yourself to kick the door open and fall into his arms.

"You're annoying", you mumbled, barely even looking at Sky, instead squinting at the horizon to see Alfea appear. And he was right - for once in his life - Alfea did appear a few minutes after. You concealed a squeal.

The car tiles screeched. Then you stood.

And Riven was leaning against the front gate, stuffing his phone in his pocket, grinning at you in the car.

You did squeal this time. And throw open the car door as well, almost stumbling out, hearing Riven laugh as he took a few steps towards you. You were already racing towards him when he had taken barely two.

He opened his arms and you jumped right into them.

"Riven", you breathed, smiling, your hands resting at his jaw, his on your thighs, keeping you steady up in the air.

"So happy to see me?", he asked, but you ignored him and kissed him instead. Oh, how heavenly his lips on yours felt, how familiar! You couldn't imagine ever spending so much time away from him again. Next summer, you'd stay, and you'd stay with him or he'd come with you, you could share a room.

"I missed you", you whispered, pulling back when you were breathless. "I missed you so, so much."

"I can carry you to my room right now and make up for it", he muttered back, that wicked grin still on his face. You laughed.

"I would love that", you admitted. "But Sky will kill me if I leave him alone with my bags."

Riven glanced over your shoulder at the truck, parked only a few metres away. Sky was taking the bags off of the back of it.

"That's what your boyfriend's for", he said, not looking at you but definitely talking to you. You rolled your eyes at him, even though he couldn't see.

"My boyfriend's for keeping me company", you told him, sticking your tongue out. Riven raised his eyebrows, chuckling.

"Really?", he asked. "Just for keeping you company?"

You tilted your head to the side, pretending to think. It was hard to hide the smile that wanted to creep up your face.

"Maybe not just", you mused. "I guess you're pretty to look at as well."

He let out a breath, leaning forward, so close he was almost kissing you again. You swallowed hard.

"If I didn't have to carry your bags up I'd show you just what I'm good for", he muttered, glancing down at your lips. You breathed in deeply, trying to focus on something to say to that.

"Please, just-", Sky interrupted, running his hand over his face. "Not in front of me?"

Riven raised his eyebrows again, but sat you back down on the ground, shakily clinging onto his arm for a second. He brought his lips close to your ear.

"Guess I'll have to show you later."

With a wink, he was walking away, taking your bags from Sky and following him into the courtyard. You needed a moment to realise you were a person and existed and had to move to catch up with them.

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[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter 1: Secrets, Secrets, Secrets...

Raining Hellfire: Season One | Season Two

Word Count: 4260 words

Warnings: swearing, reveal of sister, threats, s2 billy just being s2 billy, mentions of running away, implied neglect, keeping secrets, school fight, mentions of stalking, talking about love, trauma, visions, poor decisions pretty much

[A/N: whew I hope you like this chapter. i think this might be one of the shortest word counts so prepare haha]

Secrets, Secrets, Secrets...

“You have a sister?”

“No way that’s your sister.”

“I didn’t see that coming.”

You couldn’t focus on who was saying what. Your mind was trying to make connections, not fully understanding what your eyes were telling you.

When did Max get here? Why didn't they call you? And how-

Your thoughts were cut short as the driver finally exited the vehicle, the blaring music switched off as they opened their door and stepped out into the sun.

Nearby, a group of girls physically swooned at the sight of the handsome boy arriving, his jean jacket not making him any less cooler. He just had an aura of confidence that made every girl want to date him and every guy want to be him.

“Okay, who’s that?” Lucas raised his eyebrows, looking intimidated.

“Let me guess, Y/n’s long lost cousin.” Mike suggested. If it was meant to be funny, he failed.

“Shit.” You turned around and moved so that you were hidden behind Eddie.

“I assume you know him too.” Eddie chuckled half-heartedly, his hand gently brushing against your leg.

“I… I have a lot to explain-” You began until Dustin joined you, looking panicked.

“Uh, I hate to say this but he’s coming over here.” The boy stated quietly.

“Oh, god no.” You groaned. You reached down to your right and began picking up bags, throwing them towards the kids and they caught them with confused looks.

“This isn’t even my bag!” Lucas exclaimed, swapping with Will.

“Just go to school, okay? You’re gonna be late if you don’t leave now anyway but trust me… you don’t wanna stick around for this.” You glanced between each of them with pleading eyes.

“Uh… okay.” Mike shrugged, nodding at you, “Let’s go.”

Will walked side by side with Mike, Lucas letting out a sigh of frustration but following close behind. That just left Dustin.

“Dustin, please.” You knelt to the boy, matching his height.

“Tell me later?” He smirked and you held out your hand. You both executed your handshake perfectly before you gave him a quick nod.

“Yeah. Now go. They’re like halfway there.” You said and he turned his head, yelling for his friends as he ran to catch up with them.

You let out a sigh and glanced to your left to see the guy still making his way toward you, a smug look on his face.

“Eddie…” You started but he held out a hand, stopping you.

“Whatever’s going on, I’m not leaving.” He declared, taking your hand. The concern on his face just made you want to grab his hand and run away with him.

“Please.” You whispered, moving your hand away, “I don’t know what he’s going to say but I’d rather find you later and tell you myself.”

He glanced at the boy who had stopped for a second to flirt with a girl he came across. Eddie let out a sigh.

“Fine. But you tell me everything. And if he hurts you-”

“I’ll be fine. See you at lunch?”

“I’ll be there.” He gave you a kiss, a little longer than just a quick peck and you had a feeling it had to do with the figure approaching.

Finally, Eddie grabbed his things and made his way inside the building, looking back at you until he was behind closed doors.

“Wow, isn’t he just cute.” The mocking laugh echoed around you, releasing the memories you had locked up years ago.

“Billy.” You took a deep breath before turning to face him.

He’s definitely grown up since you last saw him, his features more defined. And he definitely suit the mullet, there was no denying it.

“Long time, no see.” He snickered, chewing on his gum. At least, you figured it was gum.

“What are you doing here?” You cut straight to the point, not letting him see how insecure you felt right now.

“No one told you, huh.” He remarked, taking a step closer to you. It took every bone in your body not to flinch. “Let’s just say, our parents liked eachother a little too much.”

“What the hell does that mean?” You could feel his breath now. He was chewing tobacco, not gum, and the fumes made you feel sick.

“You’re smart, Y/n. Figure it out.” He said with a smirk, lingering a little too long on your name, taunting you.

The bell chorused from the school halls.

“Saved by the bell. Talk to you later. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of eachother from now on.” Billy announced.

With a jeering grin, he brushed past you and headed toward his new school. Your school.

And just like that, California found you again.

The lunch bell sounded and you heard sighs of relief from your peers, grabbing their bags and escaping before your teacher remembered the algebra homework. Usually, you’d be rejoicing too but ever since you ran into your past this morning, you felt numb. Like none of it was real.

You walked down the hallway a little slower, not even bothering to dodge the sea of students swarming around you. Billy’s words replayed in your mind.

You already knew what he was telling you; his dad and your mom. You figured your parents had split after you left, your father only stuck around to leech off of everyone. And if Billy’s dad was with your mom… it meant his own mother had left him for good. You couldn’t imagine the toll that had on the boy.

“Woah!” Someone said as you accidentally crashed into their shoulder.

“Sorry.” You mutter, moving away as quickly as possible.

“Wait, wait.” They caught up to you, blocking your path.

You stare up at Steve Harrington, wearing some dark shades despite the fact that you were inside a building with barely any natural light.

“Hey.” You hug your torso, shifting your feet.

“What? No comment on the glasses?” He takes them off, raising an eyebrow of worry for not teasing him.

“Look, I’m gonna be late-”

“It’s lunch.” He stopped your escape plan. “And I just wanted to check on you. I saw you with the new guy.”

He looked around at the other students like you were passing enemy secrets.

“I’m fine.” Your voice betrayed you.

“Usually I’d be good with that but…” He sighed, pulling you to a corner. “What happened?”

You didn’t know why you were confiding in Steve Harrington. You were still mad at him for what happened but part of you just wanted to talk. You couldn’t care less who it was to.

“Billy.” You finally sigh, “Billy Hargrove. He’s from California.”

“You knew him.” Steve nodded, remembering the vague description of your past life.

“Yeah. And… my sister’s here too.”

“Really?”

No one would have ever expected Steve of all people to be the one to know about your family. When you first came to Hawkins, he took you under his wing. You helped him with his essays and he helped you settle in. It was a perfect thing you had. Trust was built and you finally let someone in.

“Yep. Judging by how she reacted, I’m pretty sure she wants nothing to do with me.” You said sadly, the image of your sister skating away flashed across your eyes.

“No. Don’t say that.” Steve lowered his voice as people passed by, “She’s probably just as confused as you are. God knows if I had a sibling and reunited with them years later I’d be freaking out a little.”

“Yeah.” You rubbed your temple, feeling a migraine, “You’re right. I’m just… processing everything. Wasn’t expecting California to show up in Hawkins, you know?”

“Don’t let Billy get to you either. I have no idea who he is but I already don’t like him.” He scoffed, folding his arms and leaning against the wall behind him.

“Why? Is he stealing all the ladies from a guy who already has a girlfriend?” You pouted sarcastically.

“There she is.” Steve pointed at you with a smile, making you laugh.

“Thanks, Steve.” Your voice was genuine.

Steve cleared his throat in surprise. “You’re welcome.”

His attention was caught by the sight of Jonathan and Nancy walking together, discussing some Halloween party. He stiffened, looking back at you and trying not to show that he was distracted.

“I should probably go.” You eventually conclude, adjusting your bag’s strap.

“Are you sure?” He asks, sending a quick glance to his girlfriend who was busy chatting.

“Yeah.” You smile as he sends you a look of disbelief, “She’s your girlfriend, Harrington, I’m not gonna be mad at you for wanting to spend time with her.”

You roll your eyes as he puts on the sunglasses again.

“Okay, but… you’re double sure?”

“Jesus Christ, Steve, yes, I’m sure. I’m supposed to be meeting Eddie anyway just go.” You groan, pushing him away.

He sends you a grin before sneaking up on Nancy and lifting her up. You took the opportunity to quickly walk past as she was distracted.

“Hey! Wait up.” Jonathan called out, cringing from Steve and Nancy’s make out session.

You notice the look on his face as you slow down to join him.

“Still not over her?” You ask sympathetically.

“I…” He just sighed, shaking his head. “It’s fine. Yeah, it’s fine.”

“Clearly.” You laugh softly and he smiles.

“She’s with Steve. They’re happy.” He justifies with a sad nod.

“Hey, you going to that Halloween party?” You change the subject hoping it would help but it just made him cringe more.

“God no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t feel like third wheeling everyone.” He sent you a look and you blushed. You still weren’t over the fact that Eddie was your boyfriend.

“How about we go together?” You suggest, earning a curious look. “Eddie isn’t going, he and his friends have a club that night which is just perfect for them. Spooky vibes and all.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Uh... yeah? I don’t think couples have to spend every waking minute with eachother.”

“Fair enough.”

You both ended up outside, Jonathan fishing out his keys. You knew he had free periods for the rest of the day so he probably was just gonna spend them at home. “So… party?” You mime dancing and make him laugh.

“Yeah, okay.” He finally agrees and you pump your fist in the air in victory.

“Cool, meet you at yours then? I’ll be at Eddie’s tomorrow so I can easily walk there.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” He stopped, turning back to you, “How the hell did you manage to convince me to go to a party I’m clearly gonna hate?”

“I guess it’s just my natural charm.” You smile sweetly and he shakes his head, walking to his car.

Turning to the field, you saw a figure dressed in black patiently waiting at your favourite bench. You mentally shook off the nerves and made your way over, sending him a shy smile when he looked up.

“Hi.” You greeted with a tight smile, claiming the spot next to him.

“Hey.” He smiled back, clasping your hand rested on the table, calming your nerves.

“So… I have a lot to explain.” You said with a low chuckle and he nodded, leaning into you.

He wasn’t rushing you, sitting beside you and waiting with a sympathetic smile. He was showing you that he was listening. Deep down, you knew that he wouldn’t judge you.

“I left my family behind in California.” You began, starting from the piece of information Eddie already knew, “Something… something bad happened. And I- I had to leave.”

You took a deep breath, Eddie rubbing your hand.

“My parents, they sent me to Hawkins. I was in a lot of trouble and they didn’t want me around anymore. No one did, I guess. Other than Max. She- I never wanted to leave her. I had this plan, when I graduate, to go see her again. I’ve been saving up ever since I got here, enough for two bus tickets out of California, away… away from that damn house.” You admit, gaze drawn on a splintered piece of wood so you could focus on your words.

“Billy- the guy from this morning? I knew him back in California and… and I’m pretty sure our parents are together now. Which is just- I can't even begin to explain how weird that is. My mom always found his dad charming so, I guess, they acted on it. And now he’s… here. With my sister and... and it’s just a lot for me to process right now.”

“It’s okay.” Eddie consoles, “I get bad parents, I do. Believe me. And… your sister is here. Which is good, right?”

“I guess.” You sigh, slumping against the bench, “If she ever wants to talk to me again.”

“It wasn’t your choice to leave her, Y/n.” He gently brushes your cheek, bringing your eyes to his. “If she’s anything like her sister then she’s more than smart enough to know that.”

You smile against his hand, “I’m not sure how I feel knowing that she’s living in the same house as Billy.”

“What’s his deal, anyway?” He asks, scrunching his face. It was funny how he had the same reaction as Steve. Neither of them had even uttered a single word to Billy and already hated him.

“To put it nicely?” You say, swallowing the lump in your throat, “He’s a bit of an asshole.”

“What?” He responded with so much sarcasm it made you laugh. The laughter was cut short when you were reminded of your past with Billy. You needed to tell Eddie; it wasn’t a secret you wanted to keep from him.

“And, uh…” You started, forcing yourself to face your boyfriend and take his hand, “Billy. I knew him since I was a kid. Our families were neighbours so we spent a lot of time together and… we-”

“Yo! Eddie, you wanna see this!” Someone interrupted, shouting in your direction.

Eddie gave the guy a confused look before turning back to you. “Just ignore him... what were you saying?”

“Uh… Eddie?” You patted your boyfriend’s arm, your eyes glued to the scene that was screaming for his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Isn’t that Jeff?” You say in horror as you watched the 15 year old kid from Hellfire Club get beaten by some jocks.

“Shit!” Eddie jumped up, looking back at you before he ran off. “I-”

“Go! I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Bye.” He said, taking off toward the fight and joining his friends in aiding the young boy.

The jocks were outnumbered 2:6, meaning that you didn’t have to worry. Plus, you were relaxed knowing that you had taught Eddie a few moves to protect himself. After the last fight at the school, the one where you proudly punched Tommy’s smug face, the principal had been very clear about your punishment if you were involved in anything like that again.

So, you collected your things just as the school bell rang out. Eddie had a few things to do after school and although he hadn’t explicitly said what it was, you trusted him. He was probably setting some things up with his friends for Hellfire Club.

You were just upset that you didn’t tell Eddie the full truth about Billy.

After school, you decided to take a walk to clear your mind. You figured you could head to family video and pick up a movie to watch tonight.

You finally picked out The Empire Strikes Back, remembering how the kids practically begged you to watch it with them sometime. You were sure that their parents didn’t let them watch the Star Wars movies very often so you were more than happy to let them sit at yours and watch the movies they were obsessing over.

As you heard the familiar bell ring when exiting Family Video, you spotted two kids hidden behind a car, one with a pair of binoculars.

“What the-” You said to yourself as you made your way over to the familiar boys.

“Oh ‘cause you’re such a threat?” Lucas mocked, looking to his friend.

“That’s right.” Dustin replied with a smile, “She will not be able to resist these pearls.”

He made a weird sound, Lucas reacting with disgust.

“Who’s not gonna resist?” You ask from behind them.

You appearing out of nowhere caused a scream to escape Lucas’ mouth, Dustin jumping slightly as he grabbed his heart.

“Are you a wizard?! Oh my god, I think I can taste my heartbeat.” Dustin gasped.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” You wondered, not ignoring how suspicious they looked.

“Okay. But do you really want to know?” Lucas questioned, turning to you with a guilty look.

“Ten o’clock. Ten o’clock.” Dustin exclaimed, getting Lucas’ attention and cutting off whatever you were about to say.

“What?” Lucas reacted immediately, grabbing his binoculars.

“Why are you-” You looked out to where they were investigating, seeing the familiar Camaro come to a screeching stop outside the arcade.

Max quickly exited the car, turning to respond to the shouts from within the vehicle.

“They’re arguing. They’re arguing.” Lucas shared. You shook your head, having a clear view of the events unfolding. You hated that Max was stuck with Billy. You hated even more that they were step-siblings now.

“Oh my god. I see that. I don’t even know why you need those.” Dustin complained, “God, you’re so stupid.”

“You little stalkers.” You whisper, crouching to hide from view.

“Firstly, you’re gonna need these babies one day and I won’t let you use them.” He taps his binoculars with two fingers, “Secondly, we are not stalkers.” Lucas responds, still looking through the binoculars.

“Yeah 'cause watching a girl from a distance with binoculars without her knowing doesn’t scream ‘stalker’ at all.” You mutter as Billy angrily drives away from Max, her flipping him off as he disappears into the distance.

“Woah. She’s definitely your sister.” Dustin commented, earning a small smile from you.

“She’s gone inside.” Lucas sighed, putting his binoculars down.

“What? I never would have known if you didn’t point that out.” Dustin’s sarcasm wasn’t lost on Lucas as he punched him in the arm.

“Okay, creeps, show’s over.” You say, finally standing back up and taking a few steps before you noticed they weren’t following. “Hello? Am I invisible or something?”

“Uh, well, you see, Y/n. We, uh…” Dustin kept glancing at the arcade, Lucas smiling sweetly at you.

“No.” Was all you said, “No. No. That’s just weird, I’m not going to-”

And that’s how you ended up hiding in a booth at the arcade.

“I hate you guys.” You grumble, slouching in your seat with your arms crossed, sat opposite the boys. They had argued with you, saying that you needed to be on their side so Max didn’t see you. You’d rather her notice you sat with them than discover you hidden away like criminals.

“She’s incredible.” You heard them both mutter as they peered over their seats to Max playing a video game.

“Oh, god.” You sigh, hiding your face in your hands.

“She’s… Madmax.” They said and you almost slammed your head onto the table.

“You guys are disturbing.” You shook your head.

“What’s disturbing about young love?” Dustin queried, a giddy smile on his face.

“Love?” You looked up at them, Lucas grimacing.

“Ew, no. She’s just… a potential candidate, right Dustin?” He elbowed his friend, frantically nodding.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s what I meant. Not love, that’s… gross.” Dustin shook his head so much you were afraid it might fall off.

“Okay, let me get one thing straight.” You leaned in, lowering your voice to a whisper. “If you, and I mean either of you, treat this like some game to see who can get to Max first… I will end you.”

“Nice joke.” Dustin laughed unevenly, his chuckles turning silent when he saw the look on your face.

“You two are definitely sisters.” Lucas whispered, leaning back in his seat.

“Wait, so you haven’t seen your sister in years and neglected to tell us that she exists, but we have to listen to your warnings? How is that fair?” Dustin looked to Lucas who nodded along with his words.

“Don’t underestimate the things I’ll do for my sister.” You mutter, slumping back into your seat. You picked up a fork from the table, twisting it in your left hand to distract your thoughts.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.” Lucas reached across the table, grabbing your right hand and holding it in both of his.

“What is happening right now?” You looked to Dustin who just shrugged.

“I just want you to know… that no matter what happens, you’ll always have a special place in my heart.” He said solemnly, patting your hand as if it were a break up.

“Lucas… Lucas, Lucas...” You leaned closer as he smiled, “I… I will happily stab this fork through your hands if you don’t let go of me.”

You flashed a smile at him and he quickly retracted his hands, cradling them like he was going to lose them.

“She…” Dustin burst into a fit of giggles, barely able to speak, “She… just rejected you so hard… oh my god, I’m so glad that I didn’t miss that.”

After a while, you had decided to leave, Dustin and Lucas too busy laughing and fighting to notice.

You made a quick exit to the door, leaving the building and walking across the town, hugging your jacket as the wind began picking up. If you had stayed there any longer, you probably would have gone up to Max and talked to her. But you didn’t want to ambush her. She should come to you when she’s ready.

Turning the corner past the grocery store, you made your way up the hill and stopped. It was another 10 minutes of walking until you got home and you desperately needed music. You knelt down and unzipped your bag, pulling out your Walkman and checking the cassette tape. It was an Iron Maiden album, ‘The Number Of The Beast’, that Eddie had put in there from the last time he borrowed it. Usually, you’d be listening to your favourite song and letting your thoughts drift away until all you heard were the soothing lyrics. However, you’d been searching for that tape for almost year and still hadn’t found it.

You stood back up, headphones resting on your shoulders as you fiddled with the tape, trying to skip through to your favourite song.

“Y/n”

You span around, gripping onto your Walkman so tight your knuckles turned white. Your eyes couldn’t believe what they saw.

You weren’t in Hawkins anymore. At least, not the one you remembered. Thick black vines slithered across buildings, a dull red hue painted across the sky. You didn’t move.

“Y/n”

Your gaze fixed on the figure stood at the bottom of the hill, their long arm outstretched to you. Unknowingly, you gravitated towards the silhouette, ignoring the screams in your mind with each step. The Walkman had dropped from your hands, clattering to the ground. But you didn’t care.

At just a few feet away, you finally came to your senses.

“Y/n?”

A voice rang out again yet it was different. It didn’t belong to the figure in front of you. So you ran.

When you had finally left the silhouette in the distance, you halted, catching your breath and staring at the scenery in confusion. Where were you?

You took a few cautious steps, peering through trees now surrounding you. You were… at the Byers house.

What is happening? you asked yourself mentally, stepping through the trees until you were in the clearing. It wasn’t long until you noticed another figure.

You jumped back before seeing that it was Will Byers.

“Will?” You questioned, mostly to yourself. But the boy didn’t respond. He was distracted.

You walked until you were a few steps behind him, letting your eyes drift to his point of focus. A gasp left your lips.

In the distance, dark clouds loomed over the town, flashes of red burning the sky. It wasn’t until you took note of the shadow in the sky that you something truly terrifying.

"Y/n!"

A silent scream escaped your lips before you were suddenly pulled back into reality.

“Y/n? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What?” You blinked and found yourself stood next to your bag, holding your Walkman with ‘Run To The Hills’ blaring out through the headphones wrapped around your neck.

“I called to you like three times.” He said, his voice rough. You turned to the voice and found Billy stood next you, his car parked in front of where you stood, car door still open.

“I, uh… I zoned out.” You let out a shaky breath, looking at the boy you left in California. “What do you want?”

“I come in peace.” He replied with a dark chuckle. His voice was hard but there was something different in his expression. Could the smirk on his face be hiding concern? “I just saw you standing by the side of the road looking like a mental patient and figured you could use a ride.”

“Um…”

You wanted to tell him no, to stick your middle finger in the air and tell him to go away. But your shaking hands messed with your brain, telling you, ordering you, that you shouldn’t be alone.

So you did the one thing you always told yourself you’d never do.

“Yeah, sure.”

You got into Billy’s car.

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Some would say Rooster was being mean, some would say that he was being just right.

Some,however,would say that Maverick was rubbing off on him way too much.

Honestly he was just trying to keep the younger pilots’ minds occupied for right now.

As a seasoned pilot himself,- seasoned, he thinks while scoffing, I’m just ten years older than they are at best - he understood the importance of focus and discipline, especially in high-pressure situations. He knew that distractions and complacency could be dangerous in the field, and he wanted to ensure that the younger pilots were prepared and ready for whatever challenges they might face.

“Sir!” Faraday’sd out of breath voice calls, “Sir, can I stop?”

“Are you done running?” he gestures to the training room, moving his finger in a circle, “The whole area?” and Faraday groans, nodding his head in silence before joining the others.

Rooster stands with his arms crossed, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watches the young pilots gather in the training room, running their third lap and already begging to stop? Amateurs. They need to build endurance and stamina to excel in their roles as pilots.

“How are they doing?” Maverick’s voice catches him by surprise, his uncle standing a few steps behind him, “I thought I heard someone whimpering.”

“It was Faraday.”

“Sorry SIR!”

Maverick pursed his lips, “Third lap?” Rooster nods, following the group as they reach the curve, “You’d think they’d know about this now.”

Rooster chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "Did you?"

Maverick nods, his eyes fixed on the young pilots as they continue their run. "Sometimes, but that’s pretty good.Endurance is key in this line of work. It's not just about physical stamina, but mental strength as well- pep that step McAllister!” he claps his hands so the young pilot runs faster, and he does, looking almost embarrassed,”They need to learn how to push through the pain and fatigue, to keep going even when it feels impossible."

Rooster glances at Maverick, a knowing smile on his face. "What’s that? That sounds way over your league,Mav. Almost…an admiral speech.”

“I will leave you in this frozen hell.” he warns, punching his nephew’s shoulder gently, “But it’s true…they gotta know how to do it. This life isn’t going to be soft on them.”

Rooster's expression turns serious as he looks back at the young pilots,still running. "Yeah I know,I– Raptor!" one of the female pilots look at him in surprise, “Why are you back there? Your friends are up there!”

“Shit! Sorry sir!” and the woman tries to speed up her step to meet the others.

With the distance between them and the two men, Rooster sighed, ‘...I read more of the debrief.”

Maverick raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "And?"

Rooster's hand comes up to scratch his jaw as he glances at his uncle. "There are things we need to focus a lot more on, it’s…I know I debriefed everyone but I have this…feeling." he frowns, “It’s like my gut is heavy with lead, I feel like we need to train them extra hard.”

Maverick chuckles, "Oh, I see where you're going with this. You want to spice up their training a bit, don't you?"

Rooster  gives him a weak smile, but he’s not as excited as Maverick hoped. "Pretty much, yeah."

Maverick chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "You really are taking after me, aren't you? Always looking for ways to challenge and test your team."

Rooster finally laughs, sputtering and looking away. "Alright, okay, let’s not go that far, alright? Jeez.." but he was joking. Inside of him was…a bit warm with pride, he was no longer angry at Mav, not like before, and he was okay with that. He was happy with that.

Maverick crosses his arms, a proud smile on his face. "I admire your dedication, Rooster. Just remember to find the balance.” he pauses, “You are doing good.”

“Hm?”

“With this.” he gestures to the running recruits,” You really are.” there was something in Maverick’s eyes that made Rooster’s heart clench almost…with guilt? He wondered if Pete was seeing what his dad would have achieved. He could see in his uncle’s eyes the shadow of fear and worry before he looked away. He couldn’t even ask him more because Maverick held up his hand, “It’s fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry.” his voice did seem choked up but he put on a brave face.

It’d be awkward to tell the recruits what was happening.

"Yeah, you're right," Rooster replies softly, crossing his arms and he goes back to the words Pete said before this happened "Balance is important. I'll make sure to challenge them, but also support them when they need it. We're a team, after all."

Maverick nods, "That's the spirit, Rooster. Just don’t traumatize them."

“No promises.”

Rooster's gaze lingers on Maverick for a moment as they laugh. What was he thinking right now? Was he…questioning what he could’ve done? Not that Rooster didn’t think he would, he knew Mav had more guilt than he let on - than he used to rub on his face - because of his father.

“He’d be proud of you.”

Oh.

That…came out of nowhere.

Rooster was shocked, for a few seconds he stared at Maverick with his mouth hanging open, staring at him with his eyes wide and body rigid. He was talking about his dad,of course he was talking about his dad, who else would be proud of him after all? Maverick meets his eyes before chuckling, gesturing to the group of pilots, “They are going on lap four.” He mentions, “You better have something prepared for them once they are done.”

Bradley was still digesting what Pete said, but he nodded out of habit, licking his lips and returning his focus on the running recruits. He inhaled shakily, he…well, he was happy to hear that, his emotions were going all over the place honestly. Maybe it was a mix of missing Beatrice and Nicole with the sudden proud words from Maverick that made him feel like that.

He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure as he processes the weight of those words, every single syllable is a mix of heavy and light, like he’s floating in a place where gravity was so dense he didn’t know how that happened. His father would be proud of him. It's a sentiment he's longed to hear but never expected to come from Maverick.

With a deep breath, Rooster finally manages to find his voice. "Thanks, Maverick. That means a lot." He tries to hide the emotions welling up inside him, not wanting to appear vulnerable in front of the recruits or his uncle. He glances at the running pilots, refocusing his attention on the task at hand. "That…was really good to hear.."

Maverick claps him on the shoulder, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "I mean every word.I know you'll do great, Rooster. Your father's spirit lives on through you, and I can see it shining in the way you lead and train these pilots."

Rooster nods, again inhaling sharply, clearing his throat before looking away. He feels like a little boy again, asking Maverick about the stories he shared with his dad, the ones his mother never told him because they were too painful. He didn’t get that then, he couldn’t understand why she couldn’t just tell him about the things he did, so he’d always ask Maverick about it.

And he’d always deliver, he’d always go into detail - well, not too much, he was still five years old then.- to make Rooster’s eyes widen with pure amazement. He’d ask him what else they did, what they did for fun, how many ships did they see? It was everything his little child’s brain could compute at once.

Rooster's mind is flooded with memories of those childhood conversations with Maverick, tit was amazing how everything was coming back all at once, without stopping, barreling his brain like a bull ready to throttle a toreador. The longing to know more about his dad, to understand who he was beyond the heroic tales, resurfaces in that moment. Maverick had always been there to fill in the gaps, to keep the memory of his father alive.

As the recruits continue their run, Rooster takes a moment to reflect. He's come a long way since those childhood days of curiosity and innocence. He's forged his own path, becoming a skilled pilot and leader in his own right. He achieved more than his father did and once, he felt almost…ashamed of it. Like he didn’t have the right to take that from him, that he couldn’t be as happy as he was…but over time, he managed it.

And now, hearing those words from Maverick, he realizes that he's earned his own place. For real.

“...yeah…” he whispers, “Thanks again.”

“Don’t mention it.” he mutters back, patting his arm, “You deserve it….anyway,how’s Bea? How is everything?”

“She was uh, watching Dr.Chimp with Nicole when I called her.” Maverick gives him a weird look, “It’s a show about a chimpanzee doctor. She loves it, Bianca’s influence.”

“Oh, that’s the little blonde girl,right?”

Rooster chuckles at the mention of their niece, grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst the weight of their earlier conversation. "Yeah, Bianca has quite the influence on her. And she’s not so little anymore…she’s like, reaching my stomach almost.” he frowns, “Fuck she’ll be half my height by fourteen, I don’t know if I should worry about it or not.”

“Because Nikki will be the same.” his uncle adds, “If not taller than you.”

“She’s not going to be taller than me.” but he doesn’t know that, especially considering how big she already was, with her little legs almost stretching comically in a matter of months.”...anyway they're doing great. Bea said Nikki is growing…up so fast, it's hard to keep up sometimes. She thinks she’ll start walking soon- keep up with the others Warhog! Keep up! Go go!" the recruit almost yelps, but runs towards the edge of the room like the others, “And uh, yeah, that’s…that’s good.”

Maverick's smile softens as he listens to Rooster talk about his family. "Of course she is." he chuckles, “She’s really eager to do everything. She was even born before you guys thought, that’s how she’ll always be, I think.”

Rooster's gaze drifts towards the recruits, who are now finishing their run. The sweat glistened on their foreheads, huffing and puffing like dogs after a sled race. "You think so?"

Maverick nods, his eyes following the recruits as they complete their run. "Yeah, I think so. Nikki is very determined already, you said it yourself she’s curious and we both know she’s vocal, so she's going to be a force to be reckoned with."

Rooster watches the recruits with his thoughts drifting back to his own journey and the lessons he's learned along the way. "You know, sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if my dad was still here. If he had seen me become a pilot, if he had met Bea and Nicole. I wish he could have been a part of all this."

Maverick's expression softens, understanding the longing in Rooster's words way too well. "I know, Brad. I wish he could have been here too. But let me tell you something. Your father may not physically be here, but his presence is still very much alive." he sees Rooster’s lips quirk up in a smile, “Something funny?”

“No, you sound like Bea.” he whispers, “She said that to me so many times…I believe her,especially after I met Martha.” the mention of Beatrice’s aunt makes Rooster reach for his dog tags, where he slid the little cornicello at least for a little while. 

“Is she…”

“The witch lady?” he chuckles, “The one and the same. She’s been helping us a lot ever since we got married, Bea said it’s because she adores us so much, because we are…connected. We’ve always been connected even before meeting each other, past lives and all that.” Rooster mutters but he’s not sure if Maverick believes that.

Maverick listens attentively to Rooster, arching his brow "Connected, huh? Considering how you are with Bea…." he trails off, but Bradley knows exactly how he’ll continue this conversation, “You worship the ground she steps on, honestly, you look like this puppy dog ready to follow her any and everywhere in a matter of seconds.” they meet eyes again, Maverick’s smirk widening while Rooster scowls just a bit, “It is pretty cute.”

“Why do you all tease me so much about it?”

“Because it’s cute.” his uncle repeats, “Also, you may tell them to stop,I think one of them might faint in a few seconds.”

Rooster flicks his eyes to the still running recruits - indeed, some of them are more sluggish than the others and the training isn’t even over yet- “Break time! Ten minutes.” a chorus of groans, ‘thank Gods’ followed by all of them flopping to the ground like a bunch of fish out of the water, "They’ll live,” he mumbles, “They have to, we are just starting after all.” his thumb rubs the side of his wedding ring and he frowns feeling a little nick - it was barely visible - touch his finger.

“I feel like we are connected.” he mutters after a few seconds, “I can’t explain it. It’s almost like…my life was preparing me for when I met her. No other relationship of mine got this far, hell,I never even met some of my exes’ parents…and now I’m married to Beatrice…and she is just wonderful.”

“...see now you know why we tease you so much.”

Rooster laughs dryly, shaking his head as he props his hands on his hip bones, “Thanks. Your support is lovely.”

Maverick chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Hey, teasing is just our way of showing love, Brad.” he elbows his nephew’s arm again, “ And trust me, we all see how happy Bea makes you. It's a beautiful thing. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

Rooster's scowl softens into a small smile, his gaze still fixed on the recruits taking a much-needed break. "I never thought I would find someone like her, someone who understands me, supports me, and loves me unconditionally. It's like we were meant to be together."

Maverick nods in agreement. "Sometimes, life has a way of bringing two people together, even when it seems unlikely. And when that happens, it's something to cherish and hold onto with all your heart."

Rooster's smile widens, a warmth spreading through his chest. "Yeah…Bea means everything to me, and I'll do whatever it takes to make her happy."

Maverick claps a hand on Rooster's back, his voice filled with pride. "I have no doubt about that, Brad. You're a good man, a great pilot, and now a loving husband. Now,” he points to the resting recruits, “You better make sure they finish training.”

“Huh?”

“There’s more?”

“Aw man!”

Rooster's eyes glimmered with amusement, “You guys didn’t think we’d stop at that,right?” he pulls out his phone to open the timer, “We are almost done, and when you guys finish resting - which will be in a few minutes - we are going to do three sets of fifty. To keep it easy.”

“How’s that easy?!”

“Sir!I can’t feel my own legs anymore!”

“Too bad,Warhog, you’ll have to use them.”

Maverick's gaze turns soft as he watches the banter. The more he looks, the more he sees Goose right there, next to him. How strange it is to be standing next to Rooster, seeing both Goose and Carole in his face and remembering how Nicole looked like both of her parents, although both him and Beatrice agreed she looked more like Rooster - even if his nephew didn’t agree.

Maverick crossed his arms, inhaling quietly as he kept his eyes on Bradley, he knew what this mission would lead to. He was quite aware of what would happen, he was pretty sure Brad knew it too, he just didn’t say it outloud. The question is: was Bradley ready for it when it happens?

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[snowbellewells]

Self Promo Sunday: “Reality and Roses”

Hello, everyone! This week’s re-run is a silly little bit of fluff that I dreamed up from my own ridiculous fondness for watching (even when I’m laughing at the craziness of it while I do!) “The Bachelor” and “Bachelorette”, and then wondering what in the world Killian Jones would make of this unbelievable drama we actually call “reality tv”. The rest just followed from there. It’s set roughly parallel to season seven, but where we get to see the newlywed pirate and princess set up their home together and enjoy another version of the domestic day-to-day that many of us would have enjoyed onscreen. Their little girl is on her way, but not yet born, and Henry is off searching for his own story.

~ Also available on AO3 or ff.net as part of my one shots collection “Of Swans and Swords and Hopeful Hearts”

         “Swan! Swan!”

         Emma struggles not to snort through her nose as she picks up the two plates full of Chen Po’s China Kitchen takeout she has dished up for them.  They’ve already stuffed themselves on Crab Rangoon and Won Ton Soup anyway, but that doesn’t quell her desire for Sweet and Sour Chicken, nor will it stop her pirate from having at least half his new favorite carryout Beef and Broccoli (though he would swear up and down that preference was untrue if Granny Lucas were present). Lately, Emma could swear that she has become a bottomless pit in this, her third trimester of pregnancy.  She can eat Killian under the table hands down, regardless of the food, but Chinese has been her go-to craving.

         She doesn’t even know yet what it is her captain wants to tell her, but the shock and almost affront in his tone lets her know ahead of time that it’s one of those gentleman fish-out-of-water, Land Without Magic things that still, almost two years into their marriage, manage to shock and baffle him. Clearly, leaving him to channel surf for their evening’s entertainment on the “magical picture box” as she dished up the main course has paid off in one way or another, if only for her momentary amusement. 

         Entering the living room once more, a plate in each hand and curiosity – she’s sure – painted across her face, Emma is not at all surprised by the way Killian seems to snap to attention from the rapt focus he had been training on the television.  In seconds, he is on his feet and at her side, taking one plate from her and gently ushering her ahead of him back to the couch before which their drinks, utensils, napkins, and the demolished remnants of their appetizers are strewn across the coffee table. 

         “My apologies, Love,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose along the bend of her neck and shoulder for just a moment, his warm breath ghosting over her skin bared by the boatneck sweater she is wearing and nearly making her drop her plate before she can put it down on their makeshift table and resettle in her seat.  She bites her own lip in her surprised jolt of excitement and almost turns to grab him around the shoulders and pull him back in for a proper taste of those full, irresistible lips – the food can wait after all – only for him to sit back from her on the couch, looking embarrassedly shamefaced. 

         “What, Killian?” she asks, senses reeling and completely baffled. Her hand settles on his bicep, grounding herself as well as letting him know he has her attention.  “What are you apologizing for?”

         Her adorable nerd of a husband gazes back up at her, a slight flush just barely visible through the unshaven scruff of his cheeks as those blue, blue eyes meet hers from beneath his dark lashes.  “For making you get up and fetch the main course alone.  You certainly are not my waitress, and I was coming to help you – truly.  I could have sworn you’d been gone but a moment – I was right behind you! – and then this…this…bloody demon transfixed me once again.” He gestures at the tv vaguely before turning to sheepishly study her face for signs of annoyance.

         Emma can’t help but shake her head, half exasperated and half humored.  It would seem that as remarkable as her True Love is in so many other respects, he is every bit as susceptible to the gravitational pull of the television as any other man.  Reaching out playful fingers to brush aside the longer fringe that has flopped over Killian’s forehead, she then cups his cheek in her hand and pulls him to her easily, pressing a short, teasing kiss to the bridge of his nose.  “No worries,” she soothes with a genuine smile on her face as she meets his gaze.  “I’ve told you time and again that I may look the size of a house and like I shouldn’t be able to move, but being pregnant does not mean I can’t do anything for myself.”           

         His mouth opens, about to argue that he means to wait on her hand and foot, no doubt, but she cuts him off with a shake of her head and a kiss to his mouth this time – which almost derails them completely, her low hum of pleasure in the back of her throat causing them both to dive deeper, pulled together like magnets before she finally leans away, sitting back in her own space once more.  “Besides, I’m the one who couldn’t wait another minute for her Sweet and Sour Chicken,” she adds, breaking the hold of his heated stare to spear one of the breaded poultry bites on her fork, dunk it in the pinkish-orange sauce, and quickly bring the morsel to her mouth.  After swallowing with pure satisfaction, she prompts, “So, what was it you wanted to tell me a minute ago? Something on the tv?” 

         Killian jerks upright at that, eyes wide as he clearly remembers what had gotten him so up-in-arms.  Gesturing to their television’s screen, now advertising some sort of overpriced mop-and-broom-in-one wonder contraption, to which his eyes veer and Emma just barely stifles a giggle as her ridiculous neat freak almost loses his concentration again, this time to the advertisement’s hold.  But then, Killian focuses and looks at her in earnest outrage as he explains, “It was promotion for an upcoming program – one of those preposterous reality competitions.” The disdain dripping from his words would be enough to send Emma chuckling again, this time at how seriously he takes his evening programming, if she didn’t first press her lips together to forestall the outburst and then shove enough chicken in her mouth to keep busy chewing and not reveal how amused she is by the whole thing. 

         Killian isn’t done though; in fact, he looks as if he would march right up to whatever powers-that-be control the network schedule, give them a piece of his mind and wave his hook under their noses for good measure, if he only knew where and how to find them.  He’s just gathering steam as he launches into the rest of his description.  “Apparently some single, mildly attractive bloke is set up in a mansion while several comely young lasses jostle to woo him and win his hand.  That has to be a mistake. Doesn’t it, Swan?  Why, the very premise is ludicrous.  He can’t date all of them at once!  Who would stand for that?!  They called it ‘The Bachelor’, but I must have it wrong.  No true gentleman bachelor would behave in such a manner – nor try it even, if he possessed a lick of sense…” However, his voice trails off at this point, eyes narrowing as he truly registers the expression now covering his wife’s face.  “Wait a minute… Emma, why do you look like that?”

         It’s her turn to blush brightly and unsuccessfully try to avoid his eyes, though it does no good and only tips him off further.  She had once been quite fond of The Bachelor – not that she’d have ever thought to tell anyone about it by choice – but the overly dramatic, outlandish guilty pleasure had kept her company on her couch with a pint of Rocky Road ice cream in that lonely apartment in Boston as she unwound after a long skip chase or stakeout more nights than she could count. “Well, I don’t know how many self-respecting gentlemen they really draw, but you’d be surprised what those ‘lovely young lasses’ as you put it, will stand for – and do – Killian.  It’s more intriguing than you’d think.”  This last is mumbled in a rush as she ducks her head and pretends to have difficulty getting an errant morsel of chicken onto her fork.  She isn’t necessarily ashamed of being a Bachelor devotee at one point, and Killian wouldn’t judge her for it anyway, but she is abruptly struck by how absurd it all must seem to someone who comes from the place and time he does, and with the sense of honor which runs so deeply through his veins.  She flushes all over suddenly, floored by how blind she had been not that long ago, how little she had known back in those days on her own…just how different it is when those feelings the show plays on – when love itself – is True. 

         Killian’s eyes bulge almost comically; she has to reach out to soothingly to pat his thigh, as he’s entirely too distraught for his own good.  “Emma, truly?” he asks, voice quieter but still almost aghast at the very concept.  “He dates all of them?!  The cad!! How can you watch such poor form, Swan?  It’s atrocious!” 

         She grins mischievously at him, shrugging away her embarrassment and giving him a saucy wink.  “Look, it’s easier to just show you, alright?  Tonight’s Monday, so it will be on in…” she checks the clock above the fireplace, “about half an hour.  I’m guessing that’s what the commercial was about.  You can check out the season premiere for yourself, Pirate.”

         Her husband huffs indignantly as if he has no desire to do any such thing, but by the time eight o’clock has rolled around, he has finished his meal, taken both their plates back into the kitchen, brought her a bowl of the restaurant’s specialty pineapple sorbet for dessert, and settled into his place on the couch again, with her feet gathered in his lap.

         As the program starts, Emma points out various routine practices and occurrences on the show, explains how this or that usually works, and Killian seems grudgingly engrossed despite his nobler intentions.  When the appointed Bachelor flubs one of his prospective mates’ names at the cocktail party, Killian scoffs loudly enough to draw her attention. Glancing sideways, she challenges, “Think you could do better, do you? That’s a lot of names to keep straight!” 

         Killian however doesn’t miss a beat, sliding his gaze across to capture hers with twinkling charm, “Any decent suitor has ways of holding onto those names which matter,” he counters smoothly, waggling his brows at her in flirtatious come-on.

         Emma does snort then, but at least partly to cover the way he makes her breath catch and her heart start beating faster.  

         Her husband is smart enough not to gloat at this, though he easily notices and reads her as well as ever, merely nodding with a secretive smile and gathering her close to his side as she leans over on him while they continue to watch.  When it reaches the stage where the chosen man is going on his first intimate date with one of the women and the pair onscreen are sharing a romantic candlelit dinner, Emma tilts her head to look up at her handsome husband, studying his beloved, scruffy profile and sliding her hand over his solid chest to slip under the typical, partially-unbuttoned collar and rest her palm tenderly against the warm, inviting skin right over his heart.  “So, a little more romantic than you figured, Captain?” she questions curiously.

         Killian chuckles lightly, giving a tiny bob of his head in acknowledgment, but when he turns to look back into her eyes, Emma sees clearly that he has not yet played his last card.  Reaching the bared stump of his left forearm, brace and hook long since removed this evening for comfort’s sake, to rest beneath her chin and gently turning her face to just the angle he is after, Killian bends to kiss her slowly, languorously, stealing her breath and every thought of reality dating, exotic locales, or winning their little debate from Emma’s mind.  When he does pull back, just enough for them to each draw a bit of air, their lips still only centimeters from each other, the low rasp of words he intones in that voice she can’t ignore sends shivers all the way down her spine. “Aye, my love, I do see the appeal.” He runs that devious tongue over his lower lip before going back to hers for another taste and nearly making her melt into the couch cushions beneath them. 

         At their next pause, he gathers her closer still, nuzzling his nose with hers, their foreheads resting against each other before he looks into her eyes seriously, his question now truly concerned, “But even so, people do not seriously think that a deep relationship can be formed in this way, do they?  Surely you would not have gone on a show like that?  Competed that way as if love were a wrestling match or choreographed script?”

         Emma tilts her head to the side as she considers his question, shrugging noncommittally when she answers, “Well, no, probably not.  I mean, I definitely didn’t think they were finding real love. But as a lark…who knows?  I mean, they got to travel, be pampered, live it up. It might have been fun.”

         “Fun, hmm?” Killian murmurs at her temple, his hand now gently resting on her swollen stomach, the warmth truly comforting, even as she knows he is about to challenge her again.  “Well, be that as it may, lass, luckily you are now married to an illustrious pirate captain fully aware of how to woo a lady and able to take you any place in this realm, or any other, on the fastest, most marvelous ship in existence.”

         Emma smiles up into his gorgeous face before resting her head on his shoulder and relaxing into his touch for the long haul.  “You’re forgetting the real difference that I finally understand,” Emma whispers to him lightly.  “Back then, I didn’t believe love existed anyway.  It didn’t matter if what they were selling on tv was a scam, because I didn’t think what we have was possible.  Just like you said in Neverland – not until I met you.”

         Killian’s pleased agreement rumbles in his chest, and Emma feels the vibrations pleasantly throughout her own body where she rests in his arms.  The fancy jewelry, ball gowns, televised proposals, and celebrity serenades they see before them on camera, none of that holds a candle to this man with whom she now shares her life and her home.

 ~~ ***~~ 

         And so, when Killian comes in from the station at dinnertime two nights later, and surprises her in the kitchen by kneeling before her and holding out a single yellow buttercup to match the bloom inked on her wrist, and asks if she will accept his token, Emma can hardly be surprised.  Nodding and grinning with perfect glee – and thinking how much prettier this simple flower is, reflecting her more than any red rose ever could – her smile feels as though it might split her face completely in half. Emma finds herself giggling as he stands and somehow manages to sweep her off her feet and spin her around, impressive baby belly and all.  “Well Love, since you have accepted this formerly hopeless bachelor’s proposal, you are entitled to an all-expense paid trip to the destination of your choice I’ve arranged.  We leave Saturday; anywhere you want to go, one more magical getaway before the little one arrives. It’s all taken care of.”

         Swept up in the romance and surprise of her husband’s plan, Emma Swan - now Jones - can only marvel at how her reality is so much better anything she could have imagined.

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[anitalianfrie]

Right so what's up with MotoGP omegaverse?

so, this should be the moment where i admit i don't even remember half of the guys competing because i started after the end of the season and i laser-focused on the marquez brothers and the italian guys. Anyway, I'm not going to give you a list of who i think is what, because we're here to talk about DYNAMICS. thoughts under the cut because i got a bit ranty.

So, motorsports are an hypermasculine enviroment, every single one of them. Think how bad it gets when you are riding death machines at 200kph that will try to kill you at every turn. You have to be strong you have to be aggresive you have to be a real man you have to fuck a lot (i'm not sure how this translates to being able to ride motorcycles but i also never claimed to be in the head of somebody really stupid) = you have to be an alpha. So of course for the longest time only alphas where considered strong enough to ride properly. Betas? too weak, not aggressive enough. Omegas? they can hold the umbrellas, maximum. They are too submissive, they will never overtake an alpha, they will lay down and show their neck to be mated right then and there when the alphas should do their real manly racingTM.

This of course doesn't take in account the fact that kids will start riding minibikes waaayyy before showing their second gender (in their puberty) so. Beta riders are most definitely there, and once stereotypes around omegas start to subside in the family sphere (thank you omega activists) and parents allow their omega kids to continue racing, omegas are there too.

Which doesn't mean that betas and omegas (in particular the latter) aren't treated horribly and always underestimated. A couple of omega champions (Jorge and Marc) change a bit the perspective, but the rosquez divorce sets everything back to 50 years. (No, i'm joking. Mostly. Just know that the rosquez divorce here is bad. really bad) Still, in the paddock there isn't much equality: alphas are almost always half of the grid, if not more, followed in numbers by betas and then omegas.

Are relationships between riders incentivized? OF COURSE NAWT, because those evil cunning omegas will try to make the big, strong alphas loose their focus from the championships with their evil ways. And betas are not even considered, because a true alpha rider will only fuck a traditional, stay-at-home omega that will raise their pups while he throws himself down the circuits at 200kph on the other side of the world. (you know, like true alphas do). And of course omegas are expected to not get pregnant because they're an investiment for the team and the least they can do is not getting a pup bred inside them and ruin the championship for everyone. As you might imagine, omegas get offered waayyy less contracts than alphas and betas.

I said before that i wasn't going to say who's what because i've put down like, maybe five riders, but i changed my mind, so.

Jorge is an omega, as per @whatwepostintheshadows amazing post, as is Marc. Vale is an alpha, more on those two here. Dani i'm not really sure, because I can see him both as an alpha and a beta, always criticized for not being alpha enough/not agressive/strong enough. Alex is probably a beta. Enea is probably an alpha (is this purely based on his nickname being "la bestia"? maybe. I'm open to discussions about him). And for the academy, I'm sure of pecco being a beta, but i'm not sure about anybody else.

Suggestions/ideas in the askbox and/or dms about this are highly appreciated please do come to talk to me about this :)))

#sorry this turned into a rant of epic proportions #omegaverse motogp #c'è posta per me

[heartlandians]

Filling Empty Spaces (Amy/Mitch), part 220

Mitch and Amy find an unexpected connection due to absent lovers. Set around season 11->.

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this story, so hopefully there won’t be too many grammar errors.

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After Amy's effusion of frustration, Mitch and her were still sat on the blanket, watching the scenery and letting the summer breeze brush over them as they leaned on each other.

It was understood without saying anything that they both needed this moment of silence to process things.

But their quiet time didn't last long as Amy's phone beeped. She sighed, not wanting to be disturbed, but figured if it was Jade, she would like to know what was going on with Lyndy.

Mitch glanced at her, but then gave her privacy to check on her text without him intruding.

When Amy let out a longer sigh and her figure next to him crumpled a little, he had to ask. "What is it...?"

"I totally forgot the ranch hand I was going to interview was gonna come over today", Amy mumbled, biting her teeth out of frustration. "He's asking directions. -- I- I can't be dealing with this right now..."

She touched the bridge of her nose quickly, trying to focus.

"Why don't you ask someone else to interview him instead?" Mitch suggested. "Someone's home, aren't they? Jack, Lisa?" he reminded, since it was the reason he had not been able to come over.

"Well, yeah, I could", Amy admitted, "but I really wanted to do it myself. He's going to work for me, after all. I want to get a feel of him, so I know if we'll work well together."

Mitch bobbed his head a little, understanding. His arm around Amy soothed her gently. "Makes sense."

"I'll just ask him to come tomorrow", she then decided, already typing her reply.

The kid from Tim's rodeo school was the one wanting the job after all, so she was in the position of power to change the schedule, Amy reminded herself.

Mitch nodded, looking around and spotting flowers on his right. He bended the stem of a one of the Geraniums, then handing it to Amy when she was done with her text message.

Amy glanced at it and let out a half-chuckle as she accepted it. "Thanks..."

The small surprise of Mitch's sweetness helped her release tenseness over the ranch hand interview situation as she leaned back against him.

"Is there anything I could do...?" Mitch asked then, caressing the side of her arm that was facing outward from him.

"I guess not", Amy figured, shaking her head. "This is enough as it is, though. -- I just wish life was always this simple."

Mitch smiled a little. "Well, it can be, at least when we are together. I mean, we aren't in a hurry to do or be anything, right?"

"Well, no", Amy admitted. "Especially now that Lou knows... I mean, I still have to tell everyone else, but I feel like... I almost don't care what others think at this point."

She was surprised by her own reaction, but maybe it was some form of battle fatigue over this string of issues she had had to deal with for so long now.

Amy hummed.

"It's kind of... liberating, not caring so much. To think all this time I could have just felt like this..." she continued, speaking as if feelings were this simple to control - they really weren't, not in her case, anyway.

"You don't think it's... terrifying? Like that sad feeling you talked about earlier", Mitch checked, hoping not to trigger anything.

Amy thought about that, wondering why it did in fact feel different somehow. Why she wasn't as scared to be a little numb but she was scared to feel sad.

"I don't know how to explain it", she finally said after a while. "But there's no pull in numbness, not the same way there is in sadness. It just... is. Sadness feels bottomless, like you never arrive anywhere, you just keep going down and down... -- But numbness, it's like you're waiting for something else to arrive. It's like a pause."

Mitch listened, nodding softly. "Just don't stay paused for too long."

Amy moved her head back, so she could look at Mitch. The man's head turned left too, catching her gaze. "I won't. Not with you around."

When Mitch smiled, Amy smiled back.

"See? I'm already smiling..." she pointed out.

"If I could pause a moment, I think this would be a perfectly good moment to stay in", Mitch said, letting his eyes roam on the features of her face.

It made Amy's heart jolt as she let out a soft sigh.

"Yeah, I would have to agree on that..." she murmured.

****

When the cowboy rode with her toward Heartland a little later, Amy felt like they had been so focused on her that she had not even realized she had not asked what was going on with Mitch, so she decided to do that now before they would have to part ways again.

Amy followed Mitch's expression after her question while their horses kept the synchronized pace underneath them. He seemed like he was weighing his words carefully, thinking how to sum it all up.

"Well, when Lou called, I was actually in the middle of tracing Leah's whereabouts", Mitch shared, feeling a bit nervous.

It wasn't a secret to Amy that he was trying to get a hold of his ex-girlfriend - in fact she had encouraged Mitch - but instead his nervousness seemed to come from the uneasy feeling of not knowing what would follow, how it would affect him and what it would therefore mean for him and Amy.

"Oh yeah?" Amy asked, steering Spartan, even though the horse hardly needed any help as he would have probably been able to find home in his sleep on these familiar trails. "So, did you find her?"

Mitch shook his head.

"Or, well... I did, but... I didn't get far. I was going through the options when my phone rang. That's probably partly why I was caught off guard with the call; my mind was elsewhere."

Amy could understand that. From what she had heard, the phone call itself had been rather dramatic, not to mention Mitch had the added emotional dilemma going on at the same time.

"So, what are the options?" she wanted to hear his thoughts.

Mitch let his eyes wander toward the treeline far away as he came up with the answer. A sigh pushed out of his mouth as he thought about the fragility of this whole thing; he wanted to be delicate with it.

"She could be happy, moved on, fine without anything there to remind her about what happened", Mitch listed. "Me reaching out could then bring it all crashing down."

"It's possible", Amy agreed, thinking back to her own situation, reflecting what she would want. Obviously her situation wasn't the same, but it gave her a perspective she could offer in order to give Mitch another possible approach. "But, what else?"

"Or... she could be dealing with all of that and more, not doing so well", Mitch suggested. "Maybe she's still taking that dive into that darkness you just talked about."

"Maybe", Amy said, nodding. "But the thing is, you won't know until you know. And sure, it could all trigger her - and I don't think you're going to take that lightly - but what's the third option?" she asked.

Mitch turned his head to look at Amy, wondering what was the third option? He wasn't sure what she meant - and he felt a little dumb about it.

Amy could read this from his face, so she figured she'd offer her take.

"Let's say it is still on her mind, affecting her in some ways. You'd hope she'd unravel it at some point, right?" Amy asked. "So she could move on and live her life as freely as she can. Have that... release."

There was no doubt about that in Mitch's mind, so he nodded. "Of course."

"I said that for me sadness feels bottomless", Amy recounted, "and if it's anything like that for her, she might want to actually meet the bottom of that pit. Because when you reach that, you can at least get back on your feet so you can try and climb up. But you can't do that before you get there."

Mitch thought about that, seeing how that made sense in theory.

"And yeah, it's going to hurt", Amy admitted, sighing, "but it's going to hurt no matter what. There's no moving on or moving forward without it hurting to some degree, because change hurts."

"Yeah... Don't we know that..." Mitch said, knowing they both had experience about that.

"No one wants to feel sad or hurt or even numb, but that's just part of life at some point. Hopefully people are lucky enough to have people there to support them during those times", Amy summed up the whole conversation they had been having this last hour.

"Yeah, but that's the thing - I wasn't able to support her then", Mitch reminded.

"I get that. But trauma is... tricky", Amy described. "The healing can't always begin right away, sometimes you need time and space to reach the bottom before you can even think about getting up. Maybe she's closer to the bottom than to the top after all these years."

Amy looked at Mitch, seeing the guilt written all over his face. It looked like it kept bringing up that lump back in his throat he tried so hard to fight.

"Mitch... You're here now", Amy wanted to stress. "If she wants, that is. And... I know from experience that you are a good person for that; you're reliable, you're caring and you listen. That's more than many victims get from the people closest to them", she added, feeling like her own experiences in that field had been mixed.

Some people just weren't equipped with those qualities or didn't even want to learn to become better at them. But Mitch was willing to grow, so Amy could imagine that being a good thing when it came to him contacting Leah.

The woman only had to give him a chance and see how Mitch could help her get some type of closure for some part of that traumatic experience.

If that was what was going on, that is.

"I guess I see a fourth option too", Mitch confessed. "And it worries me."

"What's that?" Amy asked.

"What if I get in, just enough to hurt her again, and then she won't accept my help anymore", Mitch explained. "Am I just going to leave her be?"

"Not necessarily", Amy thought, then thinking about something, as she viewed the scenery in front of her from between Spartan's two perked ears. "I mean, I know it's not the same, but... I also feel like as its purest, it does teach me a lot about trauma. Helping horses, I mean", she began.

Mitch looked at her, listening.

"Take me and Spartan, for example", Amy explained. "When the accident that killed my mom happened, Spartan was part of that experience too. And he healed from the bruises somewhat easily, thankfully - as did I - but the emotional wounds... they were harder to deal with. I know I was just a kid back then, and now that I've grown up, I view some things differently, but..."

She thought back to that moment in the ring with Spartan, where she would run him around, hoping to connect with him and make him ready for their first join-up.

"I had this feeling that he was blaming me for it and it really weighed heavy on me. I was supposed to help him, protect him, but... things didn't go like we planned with mom", Amy spoke.

The scared look in Spartan's eyes, every time she had approached him, flashed inside Amy's mind. She could still recall it easily as she had been familiar with that exact feeling too.

"And so, after the accident, when I tried to help him, he refused my help, but I didn't give up. Helping him was not easy, but the other option was also not an option for me. I didn't want to give up on him", Amy said, feeling so happy about that decision she had made years ago.

Mitch looked at Amy and the horse under her, having hard time imagining them being anything but this unit that they were now.

"Thinking back, I don't know how much of that whole process was for him and how much of that was for me, but... maybe we needed to go through that together in order to heal from that experience", Amy continued. "It still lives in us and it will never go away, but life has been built around that too. -- What's that saying? "Sometimes the only ones that can help you are the ones that let you down hardest". Something like that..."

Mitch nodded, quietly, looking like he maybe agreed.

"That is not to say what happened was your fault, but I know you blame yourself. I know how that's like; nothing I say will take that away if you feel it deeply. What I've realized over the years is that what happened with mom or Spartan wasn't my fault either. Sometimes bad things happen, not everything is under our control or a consequence of something we didn't do correctly", Amy shared her perspective, hoping Mitch would remember that down the line.

It was true that she had asked her mom to go and get Spartan from Mr. Mallen's farm, in a way setting everything into motion, but at the same time part of those decisions leading up to the rescue mission had been made by Marion as well. Her mother had tried to assess the risks and unfortunately failed as she had lost her life that night.

Life was always a gamble. Sometimes it was worth the risk, sometimes it wasn't. You never really knew until you found out.

"But... I wasn't able to have that perspective before I faced the situation head on and lived through it and - more importantly - beyond. And I think maybe the same thing can happen to you too. And, hopefully, for Leah as well", Amy hoped.

Mitch looked at Amy and nodded. He steered Maverick closer and reached out his hand, making her realize Mitch wanted her to hold it.

She accepted his hand and they rode side by side, slowly, cherishing their connection.

"Maybe your situation is not the same", Mitch admitted, "but you've given me a lot to think about. So... thank you for that."

"Of course", Amy said, smiling. "Any time."

#heartland #fanfiction #filling empty spaces